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natailiatulls07 · 2 months

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Mick Schumacher x Platonic!reader Oscar Piastri x Platonic!reader Logan Sargeant x Platonic!reader Liam Lawson x Platonic!reader

Summary - Five young drivers, five different teams and one friendship group

Warning - One hate comment??

Reader drivers for Redbull

Part two

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Back in the paddock, who's ready for the season??

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username Can't wait for more success from our girlie

username We miss you, where have you been??!

= logansargeant She spent the whole winter break binge watching gossip girl and gilmore girls

= yourusername Shhhhhhhh

username Just waiting for the baby drivers content!!

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logansargeant

Fuck I'm friends with some weird ass people

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username Nah Oscar's just being cute ngl

username Liam is giving main character energyyyy

yourusername Why is mine the worst one here omfggg??

= logansargeant Because you are the most weird one!

= yourusername I'm not sharing my sushi with you after the race this weekend

= mickschumacher Aww mate, you've really fucked up there lolll

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yourusername Should I die my hair Red?? Seriously debating it rn

OscarPiastri No, please no!

SchumacherMick Hell yeah! Fire hair!!

LiamLawson30 Oh god! Mick don't encourage her!!!! OMFG

LoganSargeant All I'll say is that you drive for Redbull, and the colour red is owned by a rival of yours

yourusername OMG YOU ARE SO RIGHT!! Let's do rainbow then!

LiamLawson30 Well done Logan! That worked well didn't it?

OscarPiastri I'm so done with you four, so done.

SchumacherMick You know you love us!!

mickschumacher

Y/n choose the group activity today and she choose sushi, surprise surprise! And Liam turned up in his Ken hoodie which he was very proud of lmao

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username That sushi looks sooo good thooo

username Is Y/n wearing friendship bracelets?? Please tell me she made the rest of the guys one each!!?

= username OMFG CAN YOU IMAGINE

liamlawson30 We should defo do sushi again!! I'm still very proud of my hoodie!

= yourusername I loved the hoodie!

Groupchat - Baby drivers (Mick-Purple / Logan-Blue / Oscar-Orange / Liam-White / Y/n-Pink)

HELP FUCK

WAIT WHAT?!

Mick what did you do?!?!

Are you in safety?!

Whats happened???!

I was stalking this girls page when I accidently liked a post from when she was fifteen!!

Aww mate you're screwed!

When she was fifteen?! How old is she now??

Damn you really fucked uppp

She's 23! So over seven years agooo

Yeah that's awkward ngl!

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Soo thank you for the smashed trophy Y/n, always so helpful! :|

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username She really said 'Let's all share this win'

oscarpiastri I don't know why they trust her near trophies, pretty sure almost all of her own are broken

= yourusername Shhh, I'm trying my best to seem trust worthy

username Thing is she just laughed about it lol

= username I'm just glad that Max isn’t that annoyed, he joined in with her laughter

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Spotted: Redbull driver, Y/n L/n and Actor, Barry Keoghan are seen and paped leaving a restaurant together in Monte Carlo. From our sources, it looked like they were on a date and that they were both very intimate with each other. Do we have a new wag in the paddock and are we going to see one of our baby drivers walking a red carpet more often?

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username Y/n and Barry Keoghan??! The same Barry who was in Saltburn??!

username He is almost ten years older than her ewww

oscarpiastri Oh so this is how we find out...

= logansargeant Ikr!

= mickschumacher She said that she was busy at a redbull event tonight

= liamlawson30 Apparently nottt

username Not the other baby drivers finding out through this post!!!

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So Y/n how's the redbull event??!

Yeah are you and Max bored yet?

Yeahhh

Uh guys I can't really talk rn, me and Max are needed on stage to speak

Oh don't worry, say hi to Barry for us

Barry? Who's Barry??

You know Barry Keoghan, the Barry who you were seen cosying up to at a restaurant in MONTE CARLO

Yeah didn't know the new Milton Keynes is in Monte Carlo, crazy right!

Fuck you've seen the paparazzi photos right...?

Yep! So what's going on with Saltburn guy???

Yeah go on tell us how it went

Or how it's going

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radiant-reid · 9 months

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A blurb on spencer with the audio thats like “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen” and it’s to reader? :))

love this !! and i don't care if it's such a cliche image, I'm not going to stop

Spencer jumps when you slide the balcony door open. Even with the serial killer caught, you're all still on edge, chilly in the Alaskan spring.

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind me interrupting." You step forward and close the door to stop any heat from the fire escaping inside.

"Not at all," Spencer assures you, smiling softly to encourage you forward.

You stand next to him, looking out over at the hill and evergreen trees, everything with a fresh dumping of snow on it. The sun's just setting even though it's not too far into the afternoon, the sky beginning to turn soft pink and orange.

"Things were getting a bit tense inside." You laugh at the very recent memory of some passionate arguing.

"Prentiss and Morgan?" Spencer guesses. You confirm with a nod. "Hotch should add Uno to the list of banned games."

You laugh at the rare joke from him. "We're not going to have anything left now that Monopoly, Clue, and all card games are banned."

"We'll have to all play chess." He decides, matching his enthusiasm with a grin.

"Then you'll have to sit out so it's fair." You remind him with a smirk.

He pouts at that, not the answer he was after. A comfortable silence falls between you as you watch the sky changing colors. It's really like nothing you've seen before, and it's a nice reminder that there's still beauty in the world.

"It's just wow." You say softly, in awe.

"The stars will be out soon," Spencer notes. "They should be incredible. It's meant to be clear and there's no light pollution here like there is in DC."

"You looked it up?" You wonder. It's sweet, really, and his interest seems to go beyond adding to his vast general knowledge.

He turns to you to nod. "I'm going to come out after dinner to watch them. I've never seen anything like this in the cities I've lived in, and we don't get many cases in such beautiful, remote places."

You hum with your own nod. "You're right. Or..." Your curiosity doesn't allow you to resist the opportunity to segue the conversation. "Many beautiful people, like the deputy that's into you."

You're trying to disguise it as teasing him, at least then you can play it off as being teammates and friends, and you're desperately hoping he doesn't notice that you're tense about his answer.

His nose scrunches slightly. Maybe disgust, maybe excitement. "I wasn't looking."

"Not your type?" You ask, slightly alarmed again. You do share some similar traits with her, so if she's not his type, your chances are slimmer.

"I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen." He says sincerely, knocking the wind out of your chest. "So, no, Y/n, I'm not looking at anyone."

You take longer than you should to get over your shock. "You're serious?"

"Sorry, sorry." He quickly apologizes as his cheeks heat up more than can be accounted for by the cold weather. "That was weird. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No." You rest your hand over his, hoping to calm his spiraling worry. "You didn't... just thank you. That's... the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"It's true." He reiterates.

Your smile deepens. "Can I come stargazing with you?" You ask. "I promise I won't distract you."

"Looking like that? Impossible." He jokes, flirtier than you imagine. It's like your reciprocation spurs him on. "But I'd love company... your company, specifically. Inviting someone else would be weird."

You chuckle. "Just me and you."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid blurb

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zhxngii · 10 months

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— Morax | genshin 1.5k event

—INTRODUCING: MORAX. You know he's always pretty busy, he's a archon of course, always attending his duties. But.. he can't help but want your attention right now just for a few minutes, maybe perhaps a few hours.

❏ ( notes ) ; First release for my "ATTENTION" milestone event! I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it. ❏ ( contents ) ; Needy(?) Morax, He has two cocks (GEO COCKS!!), Mentions of praying during sexy times (beware.), Oral, etc!

Morax was a busy one, and you knew that well. You often saw how stressed he'd appear once he visits you for a limited amount of time before heading back. You, despite being a mortal, were busy as well with whatever duties you had.

Thought he'd often visit you when he had the chance... deep down he was craving for something. It'd been too long since he felt your body against his, your lips on his own. The longer he tried to ignore the lingering feeling, the stronger it grew overtime until he just couldn't take it anymore.

It was a surprise to you once you saw him at your place again, seeming as if he was there waiting for your return. He insists that he'll only be here for a few minutes, that he doesn't even believe himself. Minutes turned into hours, a simple hug and caress turning into heated make-out sessions and grinding.

It felt out of character for him to be so clingy, so touchy with you. He never indulged in such things as pleasure.. that was until you appeared. He was so needy, all of his actions being rushed almost as if he just can't wait for a single. second. longer. He wanted you there and now, his hands rough and swiftly taking off your clothes.

The first thing he does as you're completely bare is take position between your legs, his long-forked tongue lapping up at your arousal that was already pooling. His hands spread you open in front of his eyes as he feasts on you, tongue pushing deeper inside your cunt, making you shiver under him. His tail would often be there on your leg to assist him in pinning you down until you can just barely squirm.

He groans in response to your taste, growing more eager with the patterns his tongue left on your clit. Oh, does he love the sounds he brings out of you, how he missed it so much when you'd call out to him when you're feeling so good. The chants of "oh god"s and "my lord"s coming out as desperate pleas from your lips only encourage him to go further.

He would stay here between your legs for as long as he pleases, pulling as many orgasms out of you as he can with just his tongue alone. He missed the taste of you so much, much more than he'd like to admit, there's no way he'd let this end so fast.

Aside from him being between your legs, he loved when you were between his on your knees. Your hands hurriedly try to free him from his pants, shakily wrapping around one of his cocks. He loved how no matter how many times you've seen it, you were always in awe at how pretty they looked in your hands. The tips oozing with pre which you obediently lick up or rub around the heads.

He loved how you always tried your best to please him, taking the lower one in your mouth and gently rubbing your hand in up and down motions on the other. Nothing can beat the feeling of your hands and mouth on him, even if you weren't able to take him completely. He liked the sight of you, a mortal trying to please her god.

When it comes to taking his cocks inside you, oh, it was always a sight to see. Watching as you lay there, squirming as he pushes himself inside you and the other gently rubs against your sensitive bud. The way you writhe under him was just so adorable in his eyes, such a weak little thing under him.

Your body shudders more under him as he thrust faster, deeper, reaching your sensitive spot that makes you scream and mewl in return. It was so pathetic of you but yet so arousing as you'd cry out to him even more, even as you'd suddenly start thanking him with your hands clasped together in front of you almost as if you were praying to him.

The god on top of you was always pleased with your actions, pleased with your attempts to serve him not only as a loyal follower but also a soon to be wife.

#⁁﹒💫｀´﹒zhxngii.wrks﹒ꜝ #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #rex lapis smut #rex lapis x reader #morax smut #morax x reader #genshin thirst

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everdreamofme · 6 days

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Crashed The Wedding

thedore nott x reader

song inspo; crashed the wedding - busted

'Nott, will you stop bouncing your fucking leg?' Mattheo groaned. Theo rolled his eyes at his friends theatrics. To be perfectly honest, he couldn't care less if he was getting on Mattheo's nerves. His mind was preoccupied with other things. This had to be one of the worst days of his life - correction, the worst day of his life.

One would usually be overjoyed that one of their best friends was getting married today, but not Theo. And not when he had been in love with the aforementioned best friend for the best part of ten years.

'I can't just fucking sit here.' He huffed, slouching in his chair. The boys had originally been on their way to Y/N's wedding ceremony when Theo demanded to stop the car, declaring he couldn't go on to watch Y/N marry someone else. After giving him some cigarettes to try and calm him down and numerous attempts to coax him back into the car, it was decided that Blaise and Enzo would continue onto the wedding while Draco and Mattheo stayed with Theo for moral support. So here they sat, dressed fully in a suit and tie, in a dingey pub Salazar knows where.

'Either get your arse up and go to the wedding, or stop your moaning!' Draco snapped, finishing the rest of his drink. It was now Theo's turn to be dramatic as he groaned and threw his head back.

'You know I can't go to the wedding, Malfoy!'

'Yeah, mate. He's only been in love with her for ten years; watching her walk down the aisle to someone else probably isn't on his bucket list.' Mattheo chimed, making Theo groan again and drop his head onto the pub table before him.

'What the fuck do I do?' He mumbled.

Mattheo shrugged after a minute's silence. 'Could crash the wedding.'

Theo's head shot up, and Draco's eyes widened. 'What the fuck did you just say?'

'I said you could crash the wedding. Y'know, barge in and-'

'Yes, I know what wedding crashing is, Riddle!'

'Oh, no, you don't! Don't you dare be considering this!' Draco hissed at the two boys before him. 'You cannot ruin her big day!'

'No, no—think about it, Malfoy. This was an arranged marriage, right? Her parents organised the whole thing?' Theo asked, hopeful eyes turning to Draco as he now sat up straight.

'Yes.' Draco gritted out.

'So Y/N didn't really want to go along with this, did she?'

'Absolutley not, mate. No one ever wants to comply with a marriage arranged by their parents just to keep a pure blood line!' Mattheo nodded along as Draco glared at him.

'Why are you encouraging this, Riddle?! You can't ruin her day; she's your best friend too!'

'Which is exactly why I want her to be truly happy! Both of them!' He retorted. The trio were now getting strange looks from the other occupants of the pub, but they couldn't care less.

'Am I insane to be seriously considering this?' Theo mumbled.

'Yes!'

'Theo, you've been in love with the girl since, what, third year? Pretty sure she's been in love with you since then, too. Neither one of you has ever made a move—why? Not a fucking clue. But if you seriously want a chance with her, this is quite literally the last chance you're ever going to get.' Mattheo spoke, probably the most serious either Theo or Draco had ever seen the boy.

'He's right.' Both boys' eyes snapped towards Draco.

'Oh, caved now, have we?' Mattheo asked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

'Piss off, Riddle.' Draco huffed before turning back to Theo. 'But he is right. This is your final chance to admit it to her. You don't have to barge into the place, wand ready for combat and all, but once those words are spoken, you've lost her, mate.'

Theo's eyes darted between the two boys before him as he nervously chewed his fingertip. He stood abruptly, knocking his previously occupied chair to the ground. 'I'm going to fucking do it.'

'Y/N, you look absolutely stunning!' Pansy gushed as she stood behind the girl, lightly fixing her hair.

'Thanks Pans.' Pansy quirked an eyebrow as Y/N gave her a small smile through the mirror.

'Everything alright?'

'Y-yeah, no, I'm fine. Just nervous.'

'And you're sure you want to go through with this?' She asked, making Y/N frown at her best friend.

'Pansy.' She warned, making the brunette throw her hands up in surrender.

'I'm just checking, babes! It's my job to make sure you're all good!' Y/N turned and gave her a pointed look before both girls began giggling.

'I can't believe I'm getting married.'

'Me too. Come on, it's your time to shine.'

It was a relatively small wedding, with only a handful of guests from both the bride and groom. Y/N had to practically beg her father to let five of her friends attend.

Pansy made her way down the aisle first, arm linked with one of Jack's groomsmen. Smiling at her guests as she made eye contact, Y/N began her descent to the altar. Catching Enzo's eye, she laughed softly as he gave her a huge grin and a thumbs up. Her smile faded completely once she noticed the three seats next to Blaise and Enzo were empty—where were Mattheo, Draco, and most importantly, Theo? Could her best friend not even bother to show up for her wedding? Reaching the altar, she rapidly blinked the tears away before they could fall.

'Are you alright?' Pansy whispered as Y/N handed her the bouquet of flowers she carried down the aisle, causing the bride-to-be to nod curtly and turn to the altar.

The officiant began his speech as Pansy's eyes flew around the room, narrowing when she spotted only her boyfriend Blaise and Enzo in the empty row of where her friends should be. They had better be dead, or I will kill them.

'If anyone wishes to object to this marriage, please speak now or-'

The poor officiant was cut off mid-sentence as the door swung open, causing Y/N to flinch and their guests to gasp. Whipping her head around, she saw the cause of the interruption. Theodore Nott stood slightly out of breath in the doorway she had not long come through herself, looking like a deer caught in headlights, with Draco and Mattheo behind him.

'Holy shit.' He breathed, staring at the girl before him.

'Y/N, you... you look breath-taking...' The officiant cleared his throat, snapping Theo out of his trance as he looked around the room.

'Sorry! Sorry, uh, Y/N, can I borrow you for a second?' Y/N's eyes widened at the question.

'I'm kind of in the middle of something here, Theodore!' She hissed at the boy before her. Whirling around, she grabbed her soon-to-be-husband's hand and gestured for the officiant to continue.

'Oh, uh, yes! Yes. As I was saying, if anyone wishes to object to this marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace.'

'I object!' The room filled with gasps and whispers as Theo shouted from the bottom of the aisle. Pansy's hand flew to her mouth, Blaise's eyes almost popped out of his head, and Enzo's jaw dropped. Mattheo stood grinning proudly behind Theo, while Draco's lips pursed.

'Theodore!' Y/N hissed again, whirling around to face her best friend with a thunderous look on her face.

'Please! Please, just hear me out, Y/N...' He begged, taking a step towards the altar, where she stood.

'I'm in love with you. So deeply, tragically, in love with you. You're all I ever think about, ever since that day in third-year potions when you had absolutely no clue what to do and asked if I could simplify the instructions for you. I thought to myself, how you were the most beautiful girl to ever roam the halls of Hogwarts, and that still stands true to this day.'

'You're the most beautiful girl to ever roam the entire earth. And not even just beauty; you are the smartest, funniest, and most caring person I have ever met in my entire life. And I'm sure anyone who has ever met you will one hundred percent agree with me when I say that you honestly light up any room you enter, even with just your smile.'

'And, quite frankly, I am the biggest fucking idiot on the planet because I have loved you, constantly, for over ten years, and I've never done a thing about it. I have so much to say, and I'm so fucking sorry that it's on your wedding day. I just had to tell you; I love you, Y/N'

The entire room was silent as Theo finished. He now stood a few steps below her, looking up into her eyes as she stared back at him with tears in her eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

'Theo, I-I..'

'Fuck this.' Her groom mumbled, descending the few stairs and making his way back up the aisle. This seemed to snap Y/N out of her trance as she looked up from Theo's gaze after her groom.

'Jack - where are you going?'

'Come on; neither of us wanted this wedding; we were just doing it to please families. And I'm certainly not going to take that kind of love away from you.' He explained, nodding at Theo as he did so. Shooting her a wink, he turned and left the room, his family beginning to apparate out of the building after him.

Y/N blinked a few times before looking back to Theo, who she found was already staring up at her.

'I, I don't know what to say, Theo.' She whispered. He smiled as he took her hands, giving a light kiss to her knuckles.

'Mi amore, you don't have to say anything.' Y/N took a couple of steps down, becoming level with Theo as she placed her palms on either of his cheeks.

'It's taken me a moment to fully comprehend all of those lovely things you said about me, Theo. I guess I'm just overwhelmed, and that's why I can't find the words right now, but I just want to tell you that I love you too. So, so much, Theo. I love you so much.'

'Oh, thank Salazar.' He muttered before pulling her towards him and crashing his lips against hers. Y/N's arms moved around his neck as Theo's snaked around her waist, pulling her as close as he possibly could. The whooping and cheering of their friends broke the two apart as they pressed their foreheads together and grinned.

'Long time coming, eh, boys?'

'Berkshire, you owe me ten galleons; - told you they'd get together!'

silly little idea i had when i heard this song today

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ethereal-night-fairy · 10 days

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To the Edge of Chaos

Prologue

Pirate!Gaz x Female Reader (of mixed Arab decent)

A murder accusation and the death of a beloved father. Those where the events that led you to take refuge in this seedy tavern. Scared and left completely alone for the first time ever, you try you're best to evade watchful eyes. Easier said than done when handsome pirates were in the vicinity.

Warnings: MDNI, Crude language, talks of beheadimg and murder.

To the Edge of Chaos

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“Did you hear!?,” The man next to you whispered. He must be a local if he's comfortable gossiping in a tavern like this. The smell of cheap alcohol was making you nauseous but this was the only safe place you could find for the time being.

“Everyone's heard by this stage,” the bar keep whispered back. “The city guards have been preventing people from talking about it since they announced the passing of the King. I heard they're going to behead her without trial.”

“I don't believe it for a second! Our princess would never do something like that!”

“Keep your voice down! They have ears all over the city,” the bar keep warned. But the bar was rowdy despite the news of the king's passing circulating. It felt like the city was celebrating, apart from a select few that is. You didn't realise how insignificant the royal family was in this part of the city. Though granted, the ports were often run by pirates these days despite the naval guard trying to stake their claim over the area.

You wonder where everything went wrong. It wasn't long ago that you were dressing as a servant boy to explore the city scape. Even though you should have been studying, should have been performing your royal duties. It seems that your selfishness has come to bite you in the ass. Had it not been for your uncle you would be on the road to your demise right about now. You've only narrowly escaped death for the time being. No one knows how you'll fare tomorrow.

That's how you found yourself in one of the few places the city guards couldn't reach you. The loyalty of the people here lay with the outlaws, the reject, the outcasts. An ideal place to find a temporary identity or a completely new one if one wanted. The bar buzzed with joy as the people guzzled their cheap rum and brandy. It tasted nothing like the refined wines you were raised on. Not that you had the luxury of being picky anymore. But at least you could enjoy the sweetness during these trying times.

“The king loved his daughter, why would she have any reason to kill him?” The drunk patron drawled on despite the looks he was getting from the other patrons. The royal family really wasn't popular here. You scan your area staying on high alert, you couldn't have anyone mistaking you for someone who was supposed to be locked up and awaiting her death. You suppose sneaking out did pay off in this instance. You were so used to acting like a boy that it wasn't hard mimicking the mannerisms of the people around you. That and the disguise was good enough to fool the drunk for now. You just needed to get your hands on a more convincing ensemble if you wanted to survive.

“Aye nae one cares that wee bastard is dead, Never done nae good for the people like us! And his daughter too! Never even seen 'er face in public! Always hiding away in 'er big castle too full of 'erself tae care about 'er people dying in the slums!” A drunk man with an odd haircut shouts. Pirates. You watch the men around him laugh as they encourage him to keep going. The whole situation made you uneasy. Your reputation was horrible amongst the poor it seems. Or anyone for that matter. You were very much aware of the hate you received because of your mothers heritage. Despite her still being foreign royalty.

“Good thing we'll finally see 'er head come off! Good riddance!” You flinch as the man continues his rant stumbling as he tries to reach the bar for more alcohol. But someone from his group grabs him by the back of the neck before he can reach where you were sitting. Damn you wouldn't want to mess with his friend.

He was built like an oak tree. Not to mention his terrifying mask. You wouldn't be surprised if they called him the grim reaper. You remind yourself to keep away from those two. It's not long before the drunk man is hauled off outside while he airs out his lungs towards the person who was holding him like a pup. You watch as his crew boo and jeer the big man as he drags out the other to sober up.

Your eyes naturally drift back to the rowdy crowd who seemed at home in the tavern. Many women excitedly draped themselves on the arms of the most handsome or the ones that looked like they had money. You couldn't blame them. They were quite handsome you'll admit, and who didn't like money? You could use some right now.

One man in particular caught your eye. His laugh was akin to the warmth of the setting sun. Your hand absently caresses the necklace around your neck. The thought of him caressing skin no man has touched made your head spin with forbidden thoughts. Ones you desperately had to push down. Your necklace hums with magic concealing your feminine features, essentially presenting you as a boy to anyone.

You continue your not so discrete exploration of the handsome man's toned body. He would have make a nice personal gaurd. It stirs something in your heart but you push it down as soon as it surfaces. Now wasn't the time!

His dark sun kissed skin glowed under the light of their lanterns while multiple women tried and failed to monopolize his attention. Though you knew for a fact he enjoyed the commotion they were making for him. You could see it on his smug face and mischievous kohl covered eyes. They looked like pools of honey from where you sat. Stop it idiot! You need to focus!

It seemed the bearded man sitting next to him was also enjoying the attention he was receiving. They exchanged cigars as they continued to enjoy their drinks while the woman fawned for their undivided attention.

You study them for a bit before making up your mind. They'd do nicely. You needed money, and they looked like they had plenty to spare. You're sure they wouldn't mind a few coins missing. Though it was your first time stealing, it couldn't be that hard could it? A little flirting here, a little touching there and you'll have a couple coins in your purse in no time. You glance at your necklace debating if it was a good option to remove the enchantment for a short time. The people were all drunk anyway and it wasn't like anyone would recognise you here. You just needed to get one of them alone somehow. But how?

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forusomimiya · 8 months

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"Strip for me honey, slow. I want to savor every inch of you" with those lustful dark eyes burning into your skin, you stripped before him as he asked you to, leaving you only that lace outfit, and eager to be touched as soon as possible by that businessman, who had not yet taken off his suit, and who remained seated in that leather armchair, illuminated from behind with the lights of the city that could be seen from up there, as if it were a field of fireflies.

"This is going to be the dirtiest night of your life, c’mere" the tap on his leg forced you to walk towards him. Sitting on his lap and entwining your hands behind his neck, he hid his face between your breasts, smelling them, restraining himself from leaving the marks of his fingers on your waist with his grip, when he let his lips walk down your neck, in the direction of your ear, where he whispered to you: “try to stay quiet, understand?”

You nodded silently. The grip on your chin melted you so extremely badly, that when you looked up and read the "good girl" on his lips, you swore you whined.

Soon he would fuck you raw on that couch. He would make you kneel before him and make you choke on his cock under the nickname of "pretty cock sucker", which would snatch your first orgasm, and then give a good show to those watching from below that tall office block.

"Show them how pretty you get when daddy fucks you rough and let you cum around his cock after you've been good for him" the thought that someone might be watching makes the fear grow in your body, but, no one here knows you. You just came to meet that man who courted you two days ago in a bar, to fulfill your fantasy of being fucked by a businessman in his own office.

It didn't matter who was watching, ‘cause the reflection of the lights in the glass of the window in which he had you trapped, would show the details that you like in such a man, reminding you for an instant what you are doing with your life right now.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed but with his blazer long forgotten. Sleeves rolled up, revealing a trail of veins on his forearm, and an expensive black and silver watch on his wrist. The top buttons of the shirt open, as a good and sexy solution to the heat on his body, but not for you when you focused on his boobs. So big... you drooled. His tie tied around your wrists, and while with one hand he leaned on the glass, with the other he held your chin, encouraging you to raise your head to see you suffer better.

He wouldn't be long before he dropped his hand on your neck to squeeze it, the veins on the back of his hand showing as he put more pressure on your throat

"C’mon pretty girl, cum with me"

This man would be your ruin in the coming months.

IWAIZUMI, USHIJIMA, OSAMU, BOKUTO, LEV, DAICHI, MATTSUN, ARAN, KUROO

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kentowifey · 18 days

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IM SHY!

contains;; gojo satoru, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru

alt title;; how the jik men react have sex w a shy!reader!!

warnings;; sorta sub!choso, sukuna's part is more explicit than the others (idk what to write), remember! that these r fictional characters they r not real!!, this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well, sorry if it seem rushed

˖˚˳⊹NANAMI

When you try to avert your eyes from him, nanami believes that he did something wrong. stopping Halfway through, gliding his hand over your hips, he starts to soothe you as he asks what's wrong and if he should stop or not. you've had sex before but he's never seen you like this. When he realizes you're just shy, he chuckles and says he'll move very slowly. Nanami wants to hear your sweet voice always, but if you're too shy for that right now he can wait. maybe he can even close his eyes too if it'll make you feel better. You wan work up to looking at him, he doesn't mind.

˖˚˳⊹CHOSO

Choso is fine with you turning your head but he must hear you moan for him. He encourages you to vocal in bed as much, if not more, than he does. Your tiny whimpers and the breathy way you sigh his name cause his throbbing cock to tingle with pleasure. He needs to fuck every noise out of you, he has to find out what noises you can make for him while your pussy gets pounded by him.

˖˚˳⊹GETO

laying you on your side, geto wraps his arms over your stomach to draw you in, and continues to fuck you. this way, you won't need to be embarrassed about making eye contact as he can still go deep and paint his mark all over your lovely neck. That's a really good way to make love to you, in his opinion, until you get a bit more confidence.

˖˚˳⊹TOJI

Toji wants to look at you, to hear your sweet voice right now, but if you're too shy for that, he can work with that. pushing your head down into the pillows and angle your hips up, you don't have to look at him in this position but he can still see you perfectly, watching as his cock be swallowed up by your needy pussyhole while you stifle your moans by biting into the pillow..

˖˚˳⊹GOJO

Gojo got you covered! Your cunt feels so warm, so tight, and so wet that it is aching to be fucked by his cock. There is no way that he will stop fucking you. He is unable to stop at this point, so he uses his blindfold on you and silences your cries by placing his lips over your lips. your eyes roll back as you shake, clenching down on his cock as a clear stream of your juices hit his pelvis. Your boyfriend groans deeply before burying himself inside you and pumping you full with his cum.

˖˚˳⊹SUKUNA

His stare is so intense that you grow shy and cover yourself, whereas Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me,” you whine softly as your fingers thread through his messy pink hair, throat bobbing up and down in nervousness. making himself comfortable between your soft thighs, strong and tattooed arms wrapped around them like muscular garter belts, keeping you pried open for him and him only.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #choso kamo #choso x reader #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #HUBBY KEN ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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all i could think about today was stepbro!ethan so have a few of my vivid thoughts :)

(tw dubcon) stepbro!ethan who eventually gets sick and tired of your teasing. he’s put up with enough deliberate flashes of your panties beneath your skirt, enough bedroom eyes, enough flirty remarks that are passed off as jokes. so he does something about it. wayne and your mom are working, quinn is out of the house, and ethan has the chance to do what he wants to you. he has you pushed into the counter, the most public and degrading place, the place where fucking food is prepared, and he’s teasing you, thick fingers sliding through your slick. “this is what you wanted, right?” you’re shaking your head, hiding your face in your hands, mumbling small little ‘no’s. “no, you didn’t want this?” your head shakes again, but your hips push into his hand, encouraging him, and your feet separate even more. “want me to stop?” your hands fall from your face and he's able to see your wide, watery eyes. “no, please don’t stop.”

stepbro!ethan who’s a little paranoid about how richie feels about you. you're officially welcomed into the family when your mom flashes the unique ring on her left hand, and richie is a little too interested in you. he's asking if you need help decorating your room, trying to get you interested in the same slasher films as him, asking if you'd like to star in one of his own films as a 'scream queen'. you're oblivious, thinking he's just being a good older brother. but ethan sees through richie. ethan sees exactly what he's trying to do. so ethan's getting to you before richie can. he's sneaking into your room late at night and leaving early into the morning. he's getting you interested in his hobbies, making sure you don't even look richies way. he's following you around, opening the bathroom door when you're in there (he broke the lock too, just for assurance), pining you down and eating you out like a man starved, making you cum over and over again so you're addicted. eventually, it's clear which brother is your favorite.

stepbro!ethan who sucks at hiding what he’s doing to you. you and quinn are closer than you've ever been, like "two peas in a pod" as wayne had called you. and, in the interest of sibling bonding, wayne had given you, quinn, and ethan his credit card and told you to go get lunch. it's there that quinn interrogates you about the "mysterious guy" you've been seeing. she says it casually, her lips around the plastic straw, and her green eyes staring at you expectantly. "there's no guy." you're trying to play it off, but your leg is starting to shake under the table and you're deliberately avoiding ethan's eye. "there's not?" the way she says it lets you know that she's not buying it one bit, but you still shake your head as if you're telling the truth. "if there was a guy, i would've told you about him, quinn." but you didn't have to tell her. she saw the way you were happier, she's seen the little bites that weren't quite low enough to be covered by your shirt. she's noticed your sly smiles at your phone and the way you would stare off into the distance with the look she knows far too well in your eyes. she decides to drop it for now, but her watchful eyes notices the way ethan's gone all pouty and the way he's trying so hard to catch your attention, but you're focused on the menu you literally know by heart at this point.

stepbro!ethan who's sent by his older sister to follow you to the bathroom after quinn claims she "probably probed too hard" about your sex life. he does as he's told, sibling authority and all that, and he has you pushed against the wall of the family bathroom, on his knees with one of your legs propped on his shoulder, his phone thrusted in your hands and a command just fizzing from his lips.

"tell her you're really upset and it'll be a while. make sure she doesn't come looking for us"

and both of you are so focused on the moment that you don't hear quinn's obnoxious text tone she set for ethan's contact go off outside of the bathroom, where she's standing with her ear against the door, listening to what he's doing to you.

#is the last bit incestuous ??#lets say its not #😁#stepbro!ethan #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry smut #ethansworld!#celeste writes scream #quinn bailey x reader #quinn bailey x you #quinn bailey smut

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evieskiesss · 7 months

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could you maybe right something with like older tom like 2017-2023? i really don’t mind what it’s up to you!!!

I WANT YOU- TOM KAULITZ

𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏 , 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏 , 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁 𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂:)

𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟳 𝗧𝗢𝗠

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙉 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍), 𝙋 𝙞𝙣 𝙑, 𝙗𝙡Ö𝙬𝙟𝙤𝙗, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙩𝙤𝙢, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧,, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜:)

a/n: HIII, yesss ofc!! you ask & you shall recieve😇

"Tom, she's going to find out!" you whispered shouted, over the phone as you approached the door to your house. You slipped your silky robe on, startled by the sudden call you received by your long-time friend who in reality, wasn't much of just being a friend.

He huskily laughed on the other side of the phone, "no, she won't. now just open the door," he said, his voice sending shocks down your spine.

Fuck, even through the phone he could make you nervous.

You hung up, rolling your eyes before opening the door. His head perked up as he was leaning against the wall next to the door, his face lighting up. "thought you were going to make me wait all night," he joked with a smile, his hand coming to your waist as he slipped by you.

You shut the door after him, locking it before standing there with your arms crossed. He scanned the place for a small moment as if he'd never been there before, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Tom, we can't do this anymore," you started. You kept your arms crossed, in a subconscious way to refrain yourself from coming any closer to him. "do what anymore?" he asked, faking confusion.

He walked towards your neat kitchen, placing down the full plastic bag onto the island. You gave him a look as you joined him in the kitchen but kept your distance, "you know what i'm talking about."

You could've sworn you saw a smirk almost pull at his pierced lip, a quick flash of memories seen through his eyes.

Your body completely naked beneath him, your legs wrapped around his waist as you begged him for more. His neck buried in the crevice of your neck as he muttered words of encouragement, leading you to your climax.

It hadn't happened just once. It happened eight times. Eight times in which he fucked you mercilessly, fucked you until the only words you knew were his name. Eight times in which he made love to you, then went back home to his wife.

He gave you a nonchalant shrug, his eyebrows furrowed as he continued his innocent act. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything," he turned around, taking things out of the bag and setting them on the counter.

His larger body blocked your view of the items, his black jacket making it harder to see. Wow, did it look good on him.

You let out a small sigh, "you can't-", he cut you off. "I can't just watch movies and eat snacks with my favorite friend?" he moved to the side, revealing the pile of your favorite snacks.

Chips, candy, chocolate, sweet drinks, and a bottle of wine, all laid out perfectly. He smiled proudly as he stood next to it, watching your face soften at the sight.

He smirked at your sudden silence. "You've shut up now, huh?" he chuckled. You rolled your eyes at him, chuckling as a smile tugged on your lips, "shut up." He laughed back, holding his hand out for you to take.

You took his larger hand into yours, letting him pull you close to him. The proximity between you two quickly declined as your chest nearly hit his, and with a swift motion, he picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter.

He smiled, sucking in a deep breath through his noses as his hands met your thighs sweetly. "didn't say hi to me properly, gotta do something about that," he mumbled warningly before his lips met yours.

You kissed him back softly, letting your body relax as you two kissed for a couple more seconds. He pulled away for a second, only to kiss you again. You indulged in his kissing for a couple of more moments before pulling away breathlessly, "this isn't watching a movie and eating snacks," you said matter-of-factly.

He smiled again, laughing. "you're right, this isn't," he dramatically rolled his eyes with a huff before turning to take the snacks to the living room. "i get to choose the movie this time," you said loudly enough for him to hear as you hopped off the island.

A small groan left his lips, "why?!" he pouted. "you chose last time so now it's my turn!" you replied, now pouting as well. He sighed, plopping himself down onto the couch, "okay then, i'll let you chose," he handed you the remote.

You smiled, taking the remote from his hands to search for a movie while he opened the snacks, popping open the bottle of wine. You situated yourself closer to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as the movie started.

Your hand came up to wipe a small bead of sweet forming on your forehead before fanning yourself for what seemed to be the 100th time. You moved your hair to the other side, trying to cool yourself off from the overwhelming heat.

"you're really warm," Tom whispered, his thumb gently caressing your arm. "yeah," you breathed out, shifting slightly away from him to cool off, but to your dismay, it did not work.

Tom's other hand reached for the hem of your silk robe which sat on your thighs, his face growing closer to your face, "why don't you take this off then?" he asked, his voice deep.

Your eyes met his, they were staring at you intently. His fingers gently hiked the material up higher until it reached the top, your squishy thighs coming to his view.

His eyes flickered up to yours momentarily, a soft smirk now wanting to play on his lips. His hand trailed up to the knot on your robe, gently tugging on it to set it loose.

As he slowly shrugged the robe open, an amused hum came from his throat. He looked at your pretty body now uncovered, only in a spaghetti strap tank top, and thin pinkish panties.

"so this is what you were hiding from me," he mumbled, slipping the silk off of you completely. You allowed him to take it off of you, completely following everything he desired.

His body was now facing yours, your body still facing the TV while your head was turned to look at him. His eyes ate you up entirely, feeling slightly self conscious about it, you brought your knees up to your chest in a way to cover yourself.

His hand came to your legs, pushing them back down with a shake of his head. "let me see you, don't get all shy on me now," he joked, his hand making its way to your inner thigh. "i-i'm not," you breathed out, feeling his fingers ghost over your panties.

He hummed as his lips made contact with your shoulder, kissing it gently before his free hand looped around the strap of your tank top. "let me take this off, yea?" he asked, his breath tickling your neck. you let out a breathy 'yes'.

He quickly got up from the couch before getting on his knees in front of you. His hands reached for your top, pulling it off your body to toss it somewhere. Your breasts were fondled by him, his thumb gently grazing your nipple.

His lips crashed onto yours as he hungrily explored your body, you moaned as his fingers gently pinched your nipples. His hands trailed down to rub your sides as he kissed down your neck.

You let out small moans as his lips sucked and nipped at your neck, your hands finding his back to rub. Unsatisfied with the cloth blocking you between him and his bare skin, you tugged his shirt up, letting him unattach himself from your neck momentarily.

After a harsh bite to your neck, he trailed his kisses down your torso until he hit your thighs. With a swift movement, he pulled your panties off, tossing it behind him to join your top on the ground.

He spread your legs open, his gaze stuck on your already wet cunt. His arms looped around your thighs, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch. He pushed your legs all the way back and open, seeing your pussy open up for him.

"oh fuck," he groaned underneath his breath before tossing your legs over his shoulders and quickly wrapping his lips around your clit.

He sucked on it harshly, your hips shuddering from sudden pleasure. Your hands found his shoulders, gripping then tightly as his tongue worked its way to your hole. "so fucking sweet," he mumbled before sticking his tongue as far as he could into you.

You gasped loudly, your hands finding his hair that was held back in a messy man bun. He thrusted his tongue into you harshly, then coming back up to suck on your clit.

His tongue continued its motions before flicking at your now swollen clit with your tongue. You bucked your hips up, chasing your orgasm which was now approaching.

Tom took notice of your desperate chase, now flicking at your at your tongue harder & faster. He thrusted his tongue into you again, loving the whines that left your mouth.

"fuck! i'm gonna- i'm gonna cum," you groaned out, feeling the knot in your stomach grow tighter with each thrust of his tongue. "cum on my tongue," he groaned, his nose nudging at your clit as he continued to eat you out.

With a loud moan, you cummed on his tongue. Your legs shook, clenching around his tongue as he lapped up at your wetness. He moaned at your taste, how he loved eating you out.

He pulled away, panting for air as he nearly suffocated, not like he minded. His lips attached to yours again, the taste of you almost making you cringe.

Though, he absolutely loved your taste. "think you can be a good girl and suck my cock?" he murmured against your lips. You nodded eagerly with a smile, getting up with your shaky legs to kneel in front of him as he sat back on the couch.

His hands undid his belt, slipping it out of the jean holes before unbuttoning them. He pulled his jeans down enough until they hit his ankles, leaving him in his dark colored boxers.

The tent was large from his hard cock, waiting to be freed. You watched intently as his cock sprang free, his hand immediately grabbing a fistful of your hair to bring your face closer to him.

"go on," he mumbled huskily with a smile, his grip weakening on your hair. You looked back at him, clearly started and confused. He never let you do it on your own. He normally was the one the guide your head, fuck your face until your jaw hurt. But truthfully, you liked it.

You liked how he dominated you, no matter what you were doing. And to be honest, he liked it too. Fuck, he loved it. He loved how open you were to him, literally allowing him to do whatever he wanted to you. Something that he never got from his wife.

Your wide eyes told him everything he wanted, no. You wanted him to control you. He let out a chuckle, "what's wrong, baby? too shy?" he asked teasingly, his thumb playing at your lower lip.

You opened your mouth, allowing him to press his thumb flat against your tongue, sucking around his digit. He pulled it out with a small pop, a smirk on his face at your obedience.

His grip on your hair became tight as his other hand grabbed his cock, bringing the tip to rub on your lips. "open," he commanded, you immediately following his orders.

He pushed your head down on his cock, your tongue flattening around his girthy base. A deep groan came from him as you hollowed your cheeks out, now sucking.

Your hand held his thigh as he began moving your head up & down on his length, your other one pumping what couldn't fit. He threw his head back, a broken groan leaving his lips as you quickened your pace.

"what a pretty fucking mouth," he moaned out, your tongue now swirling around his tip. You moaned lightly from the praise, closing your eyes as tears pricked them. Your moan sent vibrations through him, making him groan again.

You held back a gag as his tip nearly hit the back of your throat, tears slowly slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks. "so fucking pretty," he murmured, drunk on pleasure.

His thumb came forward to wipe away the tears, enjoying the way he could feel your mouth happily suck on him. He let out a moan, his hips bucking up into your mouth as he held your head still.

He held your head still before thrusting up, fucking your face. You let out a whimper through your nose, trying to catch your breath, but letting him continue anyways. His cock twitched in your mouth as you knew he grew close.

He moaned louder, his voice strained as he said, "fuck- about- aboutta cum." You sucked harder now, your tongue massaging his veiny base before he let out a groan.

"fuck!" he slowed his thrusts down as he orgasmed, ropes of cum coating your tongue. You moaned, slowly bobbing your head to ride out his high. You pulled back, swallowing everything before sticking out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed.

He hazily smirked, pulling you up by your arms to lay you down on the couch. He caught your lips in a rough kiss, his hands spreading your thighs open. "you're so fucking good," he mumbled, aligning himself with your entrance.

Your hands flew to his back, your palms massaging his back muscles. With a swift motion, he pushed his length into you. A gasp which was broken into a moan left you as he surprised you by shoving in half of his length in one go.

He moaned lowly, his head dropping to the crook of your neck as he continued to slowly push his length into you. "god, i missed this pussy so fucking much," he groaned out, getting his entire cock inside of you.

You moaned as the base of his cock stretched you out, relishing the slight burning sensation. He pulled his hips back, quickly snapping them forward as he started with a rough pace.

"shit!" you yelped as he barely gave you time to adjust. "fuck!" he mewled, his cock rapidly pumping in & out of you. The sounds of skin slapping reverberated as he continued his rough thrusts.

You pushed his back down, pressing his chest against yours. He moaned as he felt you clench around him, a burning in his arms and hips beginning as he held himself up. But you felt so fucking good, he just couldn't stop.

Your leg wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to help out his thrusts. You moaned loudly as his tip hit that spongey spot, a loud curse leaving your lips. "fuck! right there!"

He groaned at your noises, his hand holding your hip to position himself at a different angle before thrusting harsher. He threw his head back as he felt his tip graze your spot, giving him shocks of pleasure.

You kissed his neck, holding yourself back from sucking on him. It was a rule, no marking him. No scratches, no hickeys, no kissing with lipstick (to avoid kiss marks), no markings, no trace of you.

You helplessly licked at a spot you so desperately wanted to suck, it almost made you sad. Tom took notice of this, "suck, baby. it's okay, fuck- do it."

You heard the words, but you couldn't. You shook your head, a moan coming from you as he hit your spot again. His finger came down to your clit, rubbing it sweetly as you felt your abdomen grow tight.

" 'm close, cum with me," he said into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You let out a whimper as his cock shoved itself fully into you, his tip hitting your spot, his finger rubbing your clit and his lips sucking at your sweet spot, sending you to your orgasm on the spot.

He grunted as you clenched around him, shooting his pumps of cum into you. You moaned lightly at the sensation of his cum filling you up. You both panted as you came down from your highs, and it was always at this moment when you realized, that was it.

You two would hangout a little, he'd make you feel special. Make you feel like it was real. Then you two would fuck, hang out a little longer, then leave. He'd go back home to his wife, acting like absolutely nothing ever happened.

Your emotions came crashing down on you as he pulled himself off, gently panting. His arms came around your waist, pulling you to help you sit up. "you okay?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing your side.

You stared into his eyes, watching them dance over you to make sure he didn't go too far. "yeah," you replied flatly, now moving yourself out of his grip.

His eyes were beautiful. They brown, dark brown. He had the type of eyes that you wished you could wake up to. The type of eyes you wished that would look at you with more than just lust.

You turned to look at him again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he pulled his boxers on. His hand came out to rub your thigh, "what's wrong?".

You looked down at his hand, your heart stinging at the sight of his wedding band. A silver band that perfectly hugged his ring finger, his wife's initials carved into the side.

"i think you should leave," you muttered, now moving your thigh out of his sight. He was taken aback by your sudden change of mode. "what?" he sat up, no longer leaning back on the couch.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, pursing your lips as you wiped yourself with a napkin before pulling your clothes back on. "you need to leave, tom." you put your robe back on.

You said his name through gritted teeth, the name leaving a nasty taste in your mouth. His head jerked to the side by your tone. Your hands hurriedly grabbed the snacks, tossing them into the plastic bag.

"wait- what? can you just- slow down for a second!" he spoke louder, pulling the rest of his clothes back on. Your chest felt heavy as you collected the wine glasses, placing them into your kitchen sink.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your hands gripping the sides of the sink. "i said leave, tom," you said louder, hoping he would just listen. Tom scurried to his feet, joining you in the kitchen.

"baby, just- talk to me," he pleaded, his hand reaching to hold your waist before you shoved his grip off. "stop calling me that!" you shouted.

His eyes widened, his eyes rapidly going up & down your frame, searching for a sign that you were just joking. "what the fuck? what's wrong?!"

"go home, Tom. i said leave!" you shouted, walking back into the living room. You distracted yourself by tidying up the couch, organizing the tossed pillows.

"why are you kicking me out?! tell me what's wrong!"

"because you have a fucking wife, Tom!" you yelled, turning to look at him with wide eyes. "she's waiting for you at home, go back to her!"

"why the fuck do you care about her?! since when are you caring about her?!"

"since forever!"

He scoffed, rubbing his eyebrow. "well, you didn't care about her the last eight times we fucked. what's changed now? what, i didn't fuck you good enough tonight? is that it?" he asked, looking for the possibilities which might've caused you to react this way.

His words cut you deep. 'you didn't care about her the last eight times we fucked.' He had no idea. No idea about the guilt and utter shame you felt each time he left. Truly, it wasn't the guilt you felt for his wife.

You had to be completely honest, you hated his wife. And secretly, you loved fucking him behind her back. She was a bitch. A bratty woman who had no sympathy for others, simply because of her title in the industry.

It ignited something in you knowing that she couldn't satisfy him sexually the way you did. Which is why he always came back to you. But it wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want him to come back to you. You wanted him to come to you, always.

You wished the empty spots next to the door were filled by his shoes. The cold space next to you in bed longed to be warmed by his body. The dishes in the sink to be occupied by two plates instead of just one.

You scoffed at him and his ridiculous words. How blind and idiotic could he be to not see your feelings. You shook your head, feeling the rage bubble up inside you as tears glossed your eyes.

"get the fuck out," you scoffed out coldly. He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes stern on you, "no. tell me what is going on."

"get out!" you yelled, walking back to your room. You stormed in, slamming the door shut behind you which was rejected by Tom bursting in, right behind you.

"i'm not leaving until you talk to me!"

"your wife is probably looking for you, now go!"

"i don't give a fuck! talk to me!"

"why do you wanna talk to me! why don't you go talk to her!" you yelled back. His hand tightly grabbed your arm, pulling you back to face him.

"because I don't give a fuck about her! i give a fuck about you!"

His hands held your shoulders tightly, his enraged eyes staring deeply into yours, his lips pursed with frustration.

You scoffed, still incredibly angry. "why do you give a fuck about me, i'm not your fucking wife!" you told him. Even though it hurt you saying it, it was the cold truth.

"but I wish you fucking were!" he yelled, shaking your shoulders lightly. He panted heavily, tired of yelling. Tired of the built up emotions. Tired of pretending.

"I fucking love you, Y/N! what don't you understand?!" he yelled again, even louder.

"what do you even mean?!" you replied loudly, completely and utterly taken aback. He groaned loudly, dropping his head low before back up.

"I want you! I want you, Y/N! it's always been you! fuck! for the past 12 fucking years, it always been you!"

You stared at him, eyebrow's furrowed with confusion, mouth slightly agape. He groaned again, shoving his face in his hands, throwing his head back.

He removed his hands from his face, looking at you with a dead-serious face. "i'm tired of pretending like i don't think about you everyday. im tired of pretending like i don't care. i'm tired of going back home to a woman that's not you!"

His words hit you like a truck. You watched his demeanor. Forehead slightly sweaty, eyes low as they watched you, hands balled while his arms flexed in frustration. He wasn't lying. He knew you were looking for a sign. A sign that he wasn't being truthful. That he was just saying this to make you stay.

He knew you, better than you knew yourself. He shook his head gently, stepping forward to take your face in his hands as he spoke softly. "i want you, Y/N. i- i need you," he begged, pressing his forehead against yours.

You stayed silent, your hands gently cupping his elbows as he held your face. You had questions. Why? If it was always you, why did he marry her? Why did he never say anything? Why now? Why not sooner? Why not save you & himself from all this pain?

He read your thoughts exactly as he sighed out from your silence, "i was lost. so lost. especially when you got engaged to that asshole i just- i didn't know what to do. and she.. she was just there. i thought i just had to move on," he confessed quietly, his voice cracking here & there.

You were engaged a while back, but soon broke it off when you realized you were doing a terrible mistake. You realized the day you tried on the dress, you imagined yourself walking down the isle. And in your head, you couldn't even bare to see another man standing at the altar, a man that wasn't Tom.

You caught his lips in a kiss, a passionate one. He sighed out with relief at your kiss, his hands wrapping around you tightly as he pulled you to the bed, hugging you tightly.

"i love you, i love you," he repeated against your lips inbetween kisses. The weight of holding his love for you had been lifted off his shoulders. You kissed him back, holding his face with your hands as your lips molded together.

Not with a single ounce of lust, just pure love. You pulled away after a couple of moments, both of you panting heavily to catch your breath. It was silent, a good silent.

"so.. what's going to happen with her?"

You asked him, your eyes flickering toward the wedding band. He looked at it too, then glancing back at you with a smile. He slipped the ring off, tossing it somewhere on the bed before kissing your lips again.

"you don't have to worry about her, i promise. i'll take care of that." he reassured you, a smile on his face while his fingers ran through your hair. You nodded, smiling gently.

"i love you," you both whispered in sync.

GUYS LEAVE IDEAS PLSSSS

a/n: what did y'all think ?:)

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void-bitten-ghost · 4 months

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Modern Mizu hears you like a bit of 'danger and excitement' from one of your friends, so she takes you to an underground fighting ring for like, your fifth date. This is after the gun range fiasco, so you've already seen a side of Mizu that not many have been allowed to see.

When she mentions this idea you're like, so fucking excited but still kinda like??? There's one of these here????? Nearby????? Holy shit yes???? Please?????? That's so cool?????

She specifically avoids answering how she knows it exists. This isn't about her. This is about sharing an experience she loves and you've shown interest in.

She picks you up on her bike (because Of Course she would have a motorbike that's like either this hand-me-down or a fixer-upper she restored) and you go. It's exactly what you thought it would be, off vibes and dodgy people, but being with Mizu somehow makes you feel safe because she's confident. But it's not an arrogant kind of confidence, it's a steady, assured sort of confidence that puts you right at ease as she takes your hand and leads you through the crowd.

Now, something you don't know is this is not Mizu's stomping grounds. Not even close. But she knew it by name and reputation and it was close enough you could both make a night out of it rather than three. Although... she wouldn't mind if that were to happen--

She snaps back to reality when you step forward and holler out encouragement to the scrawnier one of the two currently in the ring. The corner of her mouth quirks at your enthusiasm, a brow lifting and a hip popping as she crosses her arms to just. Watch you. As you lose yourself to the energy of the room.

The match ends with the scrawny one getting his ass handed to him by the dude built like a brick shit-house. She expected as much. It takes a certain amount of skill to be able to take a mountain of a man like that down while having such a slight build. She'd know, after all.

Anyway. Everything is going swimmingly until some prick pushes his luck trying to get your attention. You very bluntly tell him he's barking up the wrong tree and he does not take the rejection well. Mizu tries to not intervene directly with your battles too often. You're a capable person, it's one of the things she lov- likes. Likes about you.

But then the burly fuck reaches for you. You smack his hand away and go to headbutt him. She grabs you by the waist before you could start the climb to reach and if you weren't so riled up you might have short circuited at the feel of her calloused hand on your skin.

"This bitch yours, mutt?" He grunts to Mizu, and you see fucking red.

"You fucking dare call her a mutt you jumped up little cun--"

"Yes," she says over you, calm as a still lake, and you do actually short circuit at Mizu calling you 'hers'. The heat of anger in you switches gears to something far sweeter, but no less scalding.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't upset her," Mizu says, her fingers trailing to your hip and gripping a belt loop possessively. You can suddenly feel every point of contact. Hip, arm, chest...

That's when the man looks at Mizu. Really looks at her with a lean forward and squinted eyes, looking over her tinted shades.

"Onryo," he breathes, and you feel Mizu tense behind you. She hadn't heard that name for a good long while. It was a name from her troubled youth. One she thought was long behind her since going legit.

"You're a long way from home, demon."

"What of it?"

You could sense something was happening as the two spoke in what you thought was an amicable tone, but then Mizu is pulling you behind her and shedding her jacket. You take hold of it instinctively as she went to drop it on the ground and she finally turns your way.

"Everything is fine," she tells you in that same confident tone, but she must see your confusion and anxiety written on your face because she takes your chin in her hand and gives you a quick peck on the lips. You stand there with a stupid, dumbstruck look she grins at as she--

She's heading to the ring. She's heading to the middle of the ring and she's shedding another layer as she climbs over the freshold oh dear gods you don't know what to do. What to think. Holy fucking shit she's right there in a sports bra and baggy pants while wrapping her knuckles-- where did she get wrappings from?????

You're more than short circuiting at this point. You need a soft reboot. Maybe a full reboot at this rate since she's sliding off those tinted glasses and-- oh.

You see her eyes.

You've seen them before, of course. But not like this. Not with this intensity behind them. Like she's looking right through her opponent to predict every single movement his future self might consider making. That indomitable focus had you flushing with heat from head to toe as you watched, mouth parted, breaths quickening.

She floors a man twice her size and three times the bredth and your knees might give out. Are you swooning? You might just be fucking swooning holy fuck--

But then she gets gut punched and then tackled by a secret second opponent and you snap back into the whole situation.

You scream out encouragement to Mizu until your lungs feel dry, and then you scream some more. You want to be the loudest. You want Mizu to hear you and know you're rooting for her while she wipes the floor with these cheating bastards.

There's four of the fuckers now. Four all dressed in similar... you hesitate to call them uniforms. More like they all shopped at the same tec-wear store at the same time. But shit are they fast. You have the slightest moment of worry when you see the glint of metal fly past in one of their fists--

Mizu breaks thier arm with a sickening twist and a wet 'crack', and you think you might never have been so turned on in your entire fucking life.

(And also you might need to address and analyse some things about yourself later...)

The metal drops to the floor with an audible clang and a loud noise goes off somewhere. You're going to be honest, you're not really paying attention to anything else other than how Mizu moves around her opponents. Even outnumbered she holds her own, muscles coiled and yet her movements are smooth like flowing water. You can't help but think of the type that wears away cliffsides and cracks apart mountains, because that's what she's doing. She's fighting smart where they're fighting with force, and she is kicking their fucking asses--

Others converge on the ring, the crowd flooding in to hold them all down and you can't help but notice it takes five fully stacked men to hold Mizu down. And even then that only lasts about seven seconds before she breaks free, methodically picking them all off one by one before she launches herself into the now turbulent crowd.

That's when you panic, shouting for her while elbows and shoulders send you this way and that. You narrowly dodge a fist to the face before a hand grabs yours. You're ready to swing right back when you lock eyes with those sharp blues you so adore.

You both book it out, avoiding flailing limbs and thrown table legs. You've somehow still got Mizu's jacket in the crook of your arm when you both make it outside and keep running, only stopping when the sound of sirens was long, long off in the distance.

You're both curled over in a dark, dank alleyway, breaths haggard and coming out as clouds in the crisp night air.

You look up from your knees, ass pressed against the brick wall to support your wobbly legs, and you can't help but crack a grin when you see Mizu in a similar state, only just realising what the fuck just happened.

The grin breaks into a laugh when Mizu looks to you with a bright smile of her own, it's a wheezing thing at first, but then it becomes a full belly laugh when she joins you. And oh, is that such a rare sight. Mizu losing herself in a laugh and then looking at you with the most beautiful full face smile you've ever seen in your life.

Your giggles die in the face of that smile, replaced with a quiet awe and probably the dumbest looking lovesick stare--

Steps. Multiple steps approach the alley and Mizu's first and only instinct is to hide and protect you, pressing you back against the wall and covering your mouth with her hand, catching your yelp of surprise before it could really become an external sound.

And ohhhhh, what a predicament you find yourself in. Pinned to a wall by this very strong and capable and, evidentally, dangerous woman who took you out tonight to a place you would only dream of going to and protected you the entire time and then caused a room wide fight to break out that she was, up until that point, winning--

Ohhhh my phone is currently dying a death imma have to post and carry on later because my brain is a bastard that way 🙃

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pumpkinhimiko · 3 months

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"Mistranslations" that are not mistranslations

Now with an additional part 2.

NISA has made plenty of mistakes while translating the Danganronpa series (and I've complained about them before), and so they have a reputation of being untrustworthy. But because of this reputation, I feel like fans are too quick to trust whatever anyone that isn't NISA states as absolute fact. So, I want to examine some instances of fan translators claiming NISA has mistranslated something, when, no, actually, they didn't.

Kokichi's last words

人にやらされるゲームなんて…楽しい訳あるかよ… A game you're forced to play... how could that be fun...

This is probably the most widespread myth in terms of "mistranslations that aren't", with the original post that makes this claim having over 2k notes: that Kokichi in the original Japanese actually says, "How could a game where you're forced to kill people be fun...?" Unfortunately, it's just not true. Fortunately for me, there's a reddit post here that breaks the line down in detail, so I don't have to do any work.

Anyway, I really wanted to make this post because of this thread, which makes several false claims.

Kokichi says he's afraid of friends in general

オレは、そういう『仲間』が他人よりも怖いけどねー。I'm more afraid of those kinds of [friends] than strangers.

So... souiu, meaning that type of/that kind of is right there, directly before nakama (which can mean friend, especially if it's in a shounen anime, but can also just mean companion/member of a group). I don't understand how you can miss this. Not only is it right there, this claim on its face doesn't make sense. Why, in this context, would Kokichi suddenly blurt out that he's afraid of having friends? It has nothing to do with the conversation they're having.

Shuichi's words to Kokichi after the 4th trial

王馬くん、もういいだろ ? Ouma-kun, isn't this enough? その話を聞かせてくれよ。Tell us about that.

Okay, you've probably heard the phrase mou ii a lot if you watch anime, and it's almost always accompanied by a frustrated huff. Because it is, in fact, something you say when impatient, fed up, what have you. It literally means "good already", carrying pretty much the identical meaning of the English phrase, "that's enough" or "I've had enough". Shuichi does not say it's okay as in it's daijoubu, which is the word you use when trying to comfort someone. He is very much frustrated here and telling Kokichi to fess up.

Citation needed

I couldn't find a line like this in Kokichi's FTEs, but maaaaaaaybe I missed it? Shuichi's narration comments quite a few times on Kokichi acting childishly throughout the game, but I couldn't find anything like this in specific.

EDIT: Correction, I did find it, and it's covered in part two. Suffice to say, the OP got this line completely wrong.

That Kaito thing

Yeah this is patently false. It's also already been touched on in this thread with comments backing it up, so there’s another thing I don't have to get into. I'll put the text here though.

オレはテメーみて一に胸クソ悪い真似までして、If I have to mimic your sickening behavior, 生き残りて一とは思わねーんだよ。I don't think I want to survive.

Shuichi's words to Kokichi after the 4th trial part deaux

I've seen varying claims on how these lines were translated, from them being slightly tweaked, to the claim they were completely butchered to make Saihara too aggressive. I'm just going to leave it here and let you come to your own conclusions.

ダサいのはキミの方だよ…王馬くん。The lame one is you... Ouma-kun.

百田くんの周りにはいつも人が集まってくる… Momota-kun always has people around him... でも、キミの周りには誰もいないじゃないか。But, there's no one around you.

キミは…その程度のヤツって事だよ。That's... what kind of person you are.

This is snappy in its own way, though, if you consider that 程度 is closer to meaning grade/level/degree rather than simply "type of". "That's the level of person you are," basically.

And if you doubt me on any of this, I encourage you to do your own research, get second opinions if you can. I know not everyone knows Japanese, in which case you can't really help but rely on someone else and hope their translation is accurate. That said, at the bare minimum, I think people should provide screenshots and the original Japanese text if they're going to claim something is a mistranslation. Like, I don't think you should be able to say "actually in Japanese Kokichi says he volunteers at animal shelters in his free time but NISA cut it!" and have half the fandom believe you with no proof.

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hardlyinteresting · 2 months

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“you need help.” “no, i need you.” From the prompts list please. And if you're comfortable with it would you write it about the reader being injured and kind of out of it and asking for Hotch

Just you

Warnings: injury, concussion, mentions of blood (non-graphic), stitches

Aaron has seen his fair share of injuries. He's spent time in hospital himself, and sitting vigil at the bedsides of others. His job is dangerous, and more often than not, it's gorey. He's seen blood, and burns, bruises, and contusions. But this is the first time he's ever seen someone so out of it with a concussion.

You're sitting on the back step of the ambulance when he arrives, trying to get away from the paramedics, and worming your way out of the holds Prentiss and Morgan are trying to keep on you. "I'm fine!" He hears you insist as you try to stand again. Your eyes widen when you set your sights on him walking toward you, and he can't help but wince as your head jerks away from the medic who has been trying to stitch the wound on your forehead with a butterfly bandage. "Aaron tell them I'm fine!"

He looks towards one of the medics who explains that you're definitely concussed and the cut on your forehead will need help to close. They're kind and professional as they go over your injuries though he can hear the undertone of mild frustration as you fight to get closer to him.

"You need help," Aaron tells you, letting you take his hand hoping that being next to you might help calm you enough to get you patched up.

You pout, your brows furrowing as you frown and it makes your laceration bleed again. You're holding his hand in both of yours now as if you're afraid of him disappearing. "No, I need you".

"I'm right here," he nearly smiles. Morgan slowly slips away leaving room for Hotch to sit next to you. "The sooner you get patched up, the sooner we can get home".

"We should all get Thai food," you say matter of factly. Emily laughs, now moving away as Morgan had a moment ago, "if I had known I just had to offer you food, we would've been out of here twenty minutes ago".

You know she's only teasing, but Hotch still asks her to go meet up with the rest of the team getting ready to leave. He squeezes your hand as your eyes slip shut watching as you blink yourself awake. Silently he does the math, making a mental note of what times he'll need to set alarms for tonight, very serious about following concussion protocol and making sure he's up to monitor your symptoms.

With your butterfly stitches applied, he guides you to the waiting SUV making sure you're settled before he shuts the door. He trusts JJ to keep an eye on you while he drives, incredibly glad this case was local.

You're more yourself again by the time you've collected your things from the office and made it home. Everyone accepted your rain-check for Thai food with good humour and you're more than ready to just flop the moment you get through the door.

Aaron encourages you to do just that. He helps you change into your pyjamas when moving around too much leaves your head pounding. Once he's changed himself he disappears only to return with a painkiller and a glass of water for you. He seems relieved when you reach out with fairly steady hands to take them.

"Do you need anything else?" He asks making sure you're comfortable.

"Just you".

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mcflymemes · 9 months

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PROMPTS FOR THINGS DONE WHILE DANCING * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

that thing you just stepped on? yeah, that was my foot.

you've never danced like this before, have you? i can tell.

you're rather good at this.

where did you learn to dance like this?

i'm sure i'm not the only one you've danced with.

i don't know what i'm doing.

just follow my lead and i'll help you.

you're a lousy dance partner.

is that your perfume i smell?

i'll be with you the whole time. follow me.

it's an honor to dance with you.

i could kiss you right now.

i never thought i'd get the chance to dance with you again.

i like to keep things spontaneous.

mind if we dance?

you clean up nice.

figured it was time i stepped in.

what were you doing, dancing with them?

i've waited my whole life for a moment like this.

if you dip me, i'll kill you.

i think the song's over.

well... that was nice.

you look lovely in that dress, by the way.

can we go again?

just put your hand on my shoulder.

i didn't know you could dance!

do you remember the last time we danced like this?

you're doing wonderfully. you look like an expert.

when's the last time i danced with you?

you deserve this, you know.

everyone's watching us.

what would you do if i kissed you?

just keep your eyes fixed on me.

ignore the staring. they'll get over it.

take hold of my hand and let me guide you.

may i have this dance?

i was hoping i'd meet you out here on the dance floor.

dance with me. don't make me go out there alone.

is this the part where we kiss?

ACTION PROMPTS

[ cut in ] sender interrupts receiver as they dance with someone else and requests to dance with receiver, instead

[ dip ] sender dips receiver at the end of the song

[ guide ] sender places receiver's hands in the correct position for a formal dance

[ slide ] sender's hand slips down to receiver's hip as they dance

[ stumble ] sender and receiver make a mistake in their dancing and stumble over each other

[ laugh ] sender and receiver attempt to dance, but can't help themselves from crumbling into a laughing fit

[ private ] sender encourages receiver to dance with them in the privacy of their own home with no one around

[ silence ] sender and receiver start dancing without any music

[ groove ] sender and receiver perform funky, silly dances together, overexaggerating to make each other laugh

[ oops ] sender keeps stepping on receiver's feet and apologizing each time

[ almost ] sender and receiver finish their dance and stare into each other's eyes, transfixed, nearly about to kiss

[ teach ] sender gives receiver a proper lesson on how to dance

[ classes ] sender and receiver meet at a dance class

[ slow ] sender and receiver slow dance together

[ tender ] in the middle of a dance, sender reaches out to fix receiver's hair/clothes

[ interrupt ] someone tries to interrupt sender and receiver as they dance

[ forbidden ] sender and receiver are not supposed to be seen together... but they end up dancing together anyway

[ sensual ] sender and receiver participate in a sensual, romantic dance

[ cooking ] while cooking with music on, sender and receiver humorously dance around the kitchen (using utensils as microphones in the process)

[ first dance ] sender and receiver share their first dance at their wedding

[ first kiss ] in the midst of dancing together, sender and receiver finally have their first kiss

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sunkissed-zegras · 7 months

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✮ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, jump then fall au

au masterlist! masterlist!

♡ ─ word count | 2.7k

♡ ─ summary | cece has been working for adam for a month, forming a bond with paloma. she comforts paloma during a tantrum and later helps adam when paloma won't stop crying, late into the night. they discover the meaning of paloma's name as they bond over it.

♡ ─ warnings | toddler tantrums, sleep-deprivation LMAO, um nothing else (i think)

♡ ─ taglist | @literatureluster @itsnotgray @valluvsu (fill in form in my navigation in you are interested!)

♡ ─ ev's notes | after weeks of writer's block, we GOT OVER IT. war is overrrrr, finally. we survived the great war. anyways, this chapter is so sweet and i love it so much. i also realized my love for adam is very much eternal and undying, i will love him more than anyone else 4ever and idc. should i start a go-fund-me so i could get his jersey?? help a broke college student get her fav hockey player's jersey✊🏼✊🏼 also happy spooky seasonnnnn!!!

also if anyone has au thoughts please send them in for my entertainment, i love love LOVE asks.

It had been a month since Cece had started working for Adam and she has loved every second of it.

Well, maybe not every second but Paloma was the sweetest girl she's ever worked for. She was funny and easy to work with, unlike some of the other kids she's worked with. Cece had quickly adapted to the rhythm of the new job, finding ways to connect with Paloma and make their time together enjoyable and overall fun. She had become an big part of Adam and Paloma's daily routine, and it was clear to everyone that Paloma adored Cece.

Cece was sitting comfortably on the floor next to Paloma, watching her favorite movie, "Beauty and the Beast" for the fifth time she couldn't help but smile at the toddler's enthusiasm. Paloma's eyes were glued to the screen, and she occasionally mimicked the characters' actions or lines with her limited vocabulary, making Cece laugh in the process. She was adorable, her heart melted with every little word she mimicked.

As Belle and the Beast danced in the iconic ballroom scene, Paloma attempted to mimic their graceful movements, stumbling slightly in her excitement. Cece chuckled and gently held Paloma's hand, helping her "dance" along with the characters.

She laughed as Paloma kept her dance up, "You're doing good, sweetheart!"

Paloma beamed happily at Cece's words of encouragement. Her tiny feet shuffled clumsily on the floor as she continued to "dance" with Belle and the Beast. It was a sweet sight, and Cece couldn't help but feel a deep affection for the little girl.

Right as the dance ended, the apartment door had opened. "I'm home!" Adam's voice rung out through the entire apartment. As he walked into the living room, he smiled at the scene in front of him.

"Hey," Cece greeted him with an equally bright smile as him, still sitting on the floor next to Paloma, who had now shifted her attention from the movie to her dad's arrival.

Adam bent down and scooped Paloma up into his arms, eliciting giggles from the toddler. "Did you have a fun day with Cece, sweetheart?"

It was sight she had grown used to now, Adam and Cece had become a staple in her life even if it only has been a month. She couldn't help but feel like she was a part of the family, somehow, even if she wasn't exactly blood-related.

Paloma nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Daddy, dance!" she exclaimed, her arms moving in an attempt to recreate the dance moves she had just seen on the screen.

Adam laughed, sharing an amused look with Cece. "You've been dancing, huh?"

Cece nodded, her smile warm. "She was quite the dancer, just like Belle."

Adam chuckled as he watched Paloma's attempts at dancing. "I see that. Thanks for keeping her entertained, Cece."

"No problem," Cece replied, a light tint of blush coming onto her cheeks. Adam continued to play with Paloma, making her giggle and laugh. Cece watched the father-daughter duo with a fond smile, her heart warmed by the sweet scene before her.

After a quick lunch, Adam had to go back for a team meeting so Cece had to stay with Paloma a bit more, which usually wouldn't have been a problem ─ except now, Paloma had suddenly decided to have a tantrum because of her father leaving.

Cece tried her best to soothe Paloma as Adam prepared to leave for his meeting. She understood how difficult it could be for a toddler when their parent had to leave, especially when they were as attached as Paloma wa.

As Adam headed towards the door, Paloma's cries grew louder, and she reached out for him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Cece held Paloma close, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, sweetie. Daddy will be back soon."

Adam paused at the door, his heart aching as he looked back at his daughter. He wanted to stay and comfort her, but he also knew he had responsibilities. "I'll be back soon, sweetheart," he reassured her, his voice filled with love. "Cece will take care of you."

Cece nodded at that and gave him a quick nod, gesturing for him to leave. He sighed and nodded, exiting the apartment as Paloma's cries continued for a while. Cece did her best to distract her with toys and games, hoping to ease her distress until Adam returned.

They played with her building blocks, read some of her favorite books, and even had a little tea party with her stuffed animals. Slowly but surely, Paloma's tears began to subside, replaced by the occasional hiccup.

Cece kept a watchful eye on the time, knowing that Adam would return from his meeting soon. She didn't want Paloma to be too upset when he got back. As they continued to play, she whispered comforting words to Paloma. "Daddy will be back before you know it, sweetheart. He loves you very much."

Paloma, still a bit sniffly, looked up at Cece with her big blue, teary eyes and nodded. Cece couldn't help but smile at the toddler's resilience. Paloma gave her a whine and gave reached out her arms towards her, gesturing for her to pick her up.

Cece gladly picked Paloma up and held her close, cradling her gently in her arms. Paloma's sniffles gradually turned into contented sighs as she rested against Cece's shoulder.

──

Cece awoke with a jolt as she felt Paloma being carried from her arms and Cece almost screamed until she realized it was just Adam. Relief washed over her as she blinked away the remnants of sleep, "Shit, you scared me."

"Sorry," Adam laughed softly, his voice filled with warmth as he held Paloma against his chest. "I'm back. How was my little princess while I was gone?"

"She was, um... she was good." Cece yawned, her eyes watering at that. Sudden embarrassment washed over her as she realized that she fell asleep on the job but before she had the chance to apologize, it seemed he had read her mind.

"Don't apologize, I get it." Adam offered Cece a reassuring smile as she nodded, gratefully.

"Thank you," she laughed softly as she got up from the sofa, standing in front of him. She never really realized just how tall he was but suddenly, she felt like he was towering over her. Sudden butterflies emerged in her stomach as she looked up at him and they gazed at one another.

"Well─"

"I─"

They both spoke in union before they paused, looking at one another for a second until they laughed. God, they were so in sync. "You, um, you go first," Adam smiled down at her, Paloma looking very pleased with the scene before her.

"I was just gonna say, I have a Chem test tomorrow and I haven't studied for it," she explained groggily, exhaustion clear in her face.

Adam couldn't help but feel disappointment building in his stomach as he heard those words come out of her mouth. "Oh, yeah of course. Go, don't worry, I'll take of our Paloma." It had come out so naturally he almost didn't catch it. Our Paloma. It sounded so... perfect and Adam could feel himself getting used to staying it, our Paloma, our girl.

Luca's words kept repeating in his mind as he waited for her response, "No girls." But as he stared into her eyes, her big, beautiful, deep─

"Yeah, our Paloma," she repeated softly, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Thank you, Adam."

"Of course, no problem. Um, get home safe and good luck on your test tomorrow."

As soon as she reached the door, Paloma whined. You looked back at Adam knowingly as Paloma started reaching for Cece.

"Hey, hey." Adam started trying to distract Paloma which did nothing but make it worse, somehow. "Princess, it's alright, she's coming tomorrow."

Paloma's whines grew louder as she continued to reach for Cece, her little arms outstretched. Adam didn't know what to do; she usually stopped crying after he comforted her, but this time, it seemed she only wanted Cece.

Cece hesitated at the door, torn between her responsibilities and the adorable toddler who clearly didn't want her to go. She looked at Adam with a questioning expression, silently asking for his help.

"It's fine, Cece. I can deal with her." Adam's voice was gentle, and he tried to hide any disappointment he felt about the situation. He walked closer to Cece, giving her an understanding smile. "You should get some rest and study for your test. I've got this."

Cece sighed in relief at Adam's understanding. She bent down and gently placed a kiss on Paloma's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," she whispered softly to the toddler before reluctantly stepping out of the apartment.

Adam watched her go, feeling a mixture of gratitude and disappointment. He knew that Cece needed to focus on her studies, but a part of him wished she could stay. He turned his attention back to Paloma, who was still crying in his arms.

"It's just you and me, kiddo," he said with a soft smile, carrying the crying Paloma back to the living room. He was determined to make the evening as comforting (as he could) for his daughter.

As the night wore on, Adam did his best to comfort Paloma. He played with her, read her a bedtime story, and even sang her a lullaby, but nothing seemed to calm her down completely. The toddler's cries continued, growing more tired and desperate as the hours passed.

He felt like he didn't know Paloma anymore, he spent less time with her than he had done in the past. Was he being a terrible dad by prioritizing his career over Paloma? He didn't know, he felt truly helpless as his ears began to sore from the constant crying from his daughter.

It was around 1 am when Adam realized he was at his wit's end. Paloma had been crying for hours, and he was exhausted and frustrated. He felt like he was going to go insane, especially because none of his family was here to give him a break. That was until he remembered: Cece.

He pulled out his phone and sent a text message to Cece, his fingers typing quickly.

Adam: Hey, sorry to bother you, but Paloma won't stop crying, and I don't know what to do.

He felt guilty for even asking, knowing Cece probably has her own worries and problems. But he truly had no one else to turn to, his body sore from practice and he was fatigued from all the crying, on top of everything.

His phone started buzzed almost immediately and he looked at the caller ID: Cece was calling him. He slid to answer,

"Cece, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I've been up." Cece laughed through the speaker. But Adam could hear the exhaustion in her laugh, as much as she tried to hide it.

The guiltiness hit him like a truck when he heard her voice. He almost wanted to cry, "I'm sorry, Cece. I just had... no one else to call who I trusted."

That statement made Cece's heart swell. He trusted her? "Oh, Adam don't apologize. That's what I'm here for. Do you want me to come?"

"No, no. It's too late and I don't want anything to happen."

Another soft laugh escaped her before she started hearing some crying from his side. She was almost concerned, thinking it was him until it registered in her sleep-deprived mind that it was just Paloma. "I'm a big girl Adam, I'll be there in 10."

Before he could protest, she hung up and Adam let out an exhausted sigh before he turned to Paloma, who was still crying. How much tears could one little girl have? Adam thought to himself.

Cece arrived at Adam's apartment right on time, her heart heavy with worry for both him and Paloma. She had come as quickly as she could, not wanting to leave Adam to handle the situation alone any longer. There wasn't any traffic because it was 1 in the morning, the only real plus of this whole thing.

When she entered the apartment, she found Adam sitting on the couch, looking utterly exhausted, with Paloma crying in his arms. She had never seen him so tired, his hair messy and his eyebags visible. Without hesitation, Cece went over and gently took Paloma into her arms.

"Hey there, princess," she cooed softly, rocking Paloma gently. "It's okay, I'm here now. Shhh, it's alright."

Paloma's cries gradually began to subside as Cece worked her magic. Adam watched in awe as the two of them seemed to have an unspoken connection. Cece had gotten Paloma to quiet down after four hours of nonstop crying but Adam was too tired to feel anything but exhaustion. He had been at his wit's end, unable to calm his daughter down, and seeing Cece work her magic with such ease was nothing short of amazing.

"Thank you, Cece," Adam whispered, relief washing over him as Paloma finally began to calm down. He felt a deep sense of gratitude for the young woman who had come to their rescue once again.

Cece smiled warmly at him, despite her feeling just as (if not more) exhausted than him. "No need to thank me, Adam. I'm always here to help." She looked down at Paloma, who was now resting peacefully in her arms. "Besides, I think I've started to become quite attached to her."

Adam couldn't help but chuckle softly at that. He appreciated Cece more than he could express in words. As he looked at her, holding the most precious thing in his world like she was also the most important thing in hers too, he felt his heart do a little loop-di-loop and he couldn't stop it even if he tried.

"Thank you, Cece," he repeated, this time with a warmth and admiration that went beyond words.

"You know, Adam," Cece began softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm here not just for Paloma. I'm here for you too."

Adam's heart skipped a beat at her words. It didn't feel like some grand confession, it felt like just a simple fact. And now, as he gazed back at Cece, he no longer questioned if she was responsible or sweet enough for his daughter, he knew it for a fact.

"I know," Adam's voice sounded even more exhausted than before, smiling back at her.

As Paloma fell asleep in her arms, Cece took a seat next to Adam on the couch. They both knew she wasn't going anywhere for at least a couple hours until Paloma is fully asleep, so she got comfortable.

As Paloma fell asleep in Cece's arms, a sense of calm settled over the room. The exhaustion and tension from earlier seemed to fade away, replaced by a peaceful stillness. Adam and Cece sat side by side on the couch, watching over Paloma as she slept.

In the quiet of the room, they didn't need to say much. Their presence was enough, and it felt strangely comforting. It was as if, in that moment, they were a small, makeshift family brought together by circumstances.

Cece was the first to speak up, her voice tired. "Do you know what Paloma means?"

Adam was too tired to say anything but shake his head as she continued, "It means Dove, I looked it up earlier. Isn't that cute?"

Adam had named her after his great-aunt (per request of his mother) but had always liked the sound of it. He had never thought of looking up the meaning but now that he knows, it's perfect. Dove, Paloma, it was just perfect.

Adam smiled at that. "That's so cute. Our little dove." His head fell on Cece's shoulder as he yawned, his eyes feeling heavy. "Dove, that's a cute nickname."

"We should start calling her that." Cece's eyes suddenly felt heavy too as she yawned along with Adam, nodding.

"Dove," Adam repeated softly, a smile playing at his lips. "I like it. Our little Dove."

Cece nodded in agreement, her voice barely above a whisper. "It suits her."

The exhaustion of the long night finally caught up with them both, and they began to drift into a comfortable silence. Adam rested his head on Cece's shoulder, and she gently leaned into him, their shared warmth and the sense of family they had formed providing a profound a great sense of comfort.

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