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queen-of-reptiles · 4 months

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description: in which leah williamson’s younger sister is in a two year relationship with alessia russo and has just won two gold medals at the world gymnastic championships

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alessia russo x female reader

disclaimer: I am in no way saying alessia russo is gay or bi-sexual this is all fiction

warnings: not much, slight language and a lil bit of sexual content

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y/n what a team, what a time - i love you all and see you soon!! ❤️

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username1: CONGRATULATIONS YOUR BEAM ROUTINE WAS MINDBLOWING 😭😘😘

teamgb: 2 golds, 3 silvers not too bad xoxo 🫡

y/n: ❤️❤️

simonebiles: so proud! remember when you were just a little thing competing ! can hardly keep up with you now! 🩷

y/n: I have been so grateful for all your support and coaching - even if i am team gb all the way! 😜😘

leahwilliamsonn: so so so so so proud of you, loved watching every second, you continuously make me proud little one !! ❤️😭

y/n: ilysm sis ❤️

izzy.songhurst: GOWAN Y/N - SHES THE QUEEN OF THE BEAM AND THE FLOOR ROUTINE 🩷

y/n: I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW SOON BRONZE THIS YEAR GOLD THE NEXT ❤️

alessiarusso99: I am so proud my baby <3

y/n: You helped more than you will ever know my love xx

ellatoone: 🤢🤢

y/n: @joebunney come get your girl 🙄

ellatoone: all gross love aside, well done our girl!! 😗

y/n: 😊😗

maxwhitlock: Absolute legend, BRING ON Paris 😎😎

y/n: 🇫🇷🇫🇷

username2: she was so good!!!! 😩😩

username3: She is SO pretty 🥺🥺

username4: WHY DID I NOT REALISE SHE WAS WITH ALESSIA??? 🤯🤯

username5: THEY HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS?!!!!!

username6: and their instas are basically shrines to each other wtf????

katie_mccabe11: showin them all how it’s done! xx

y/n: took lessons from u clearly xo

bethmead_: nahhh got it from me 😌😊

caitlinfoord: that photo of us all in the caps tryna be inconspicuous omg 😭

y/n: lesbians united ig??

username7: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

britishgymnasticsofficial: ❤️❤️

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alessiarusso99 day in day out you have worked incredibly hard for this, never resting, never giving up. Words cannot express how proud I was seeing you receive those medals. I love you baby, well done amore mio xxx ❤️

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leahwilliamsonn: this is cute and also sickening …

y/n: OI

username1: this IS the CUTEST THING 😭😭

username2: I NEED A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS NOW 😡😡

y/n: I love you so much baby! Thank you for being one of my biggest strengths! <3

alessiarusso99: always xo

lucybronze: sickeningly cute! WELL DONE Y/N 🩷

y/n: THANKS BESTIE 🩷

ellatoone: ew cooties

y/n: ew ella toone

alessiarusso99: behave you two!!

katie_mccabe: KISSING?? BEFORE MARRIAGE?

jbeattie91: SHAMEFUL

bethmead_: HOW DARE THEY!

alessiarusso99: children… the lot of you 🙄

mbrighty04: loving this !! GO y/n!!

y/n: 🥺😗

racheldaly3: LOVING YOU TWO!! 😩😩

y/n: love you Rach!! 😘

viviannemiedema: WELL DONE BABY WILLIAMSON 🩷

y/n: LOVE YOU TALL PERSON 🩷

esme.morgan: 🩷🩷🩷

username3: I feel like less is out of her league…

username4: Yeah i feel like She would be happier with someone else 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

ellatoone: We don’t.

arsenalwfc: We LOVE supportive girlfriends 😫💋

username5: WE LOVE THE ARSENAL ADMIN

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y/n best thing about getting to rest?

Getting to join arsenal women training ofc 🥹 (oh and getting to yell at Katie cause J is cool like that :))

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username1: hahahah she was allowed to go to training 😭😭

katie_mccabe11: I DON’T understand I was ONSIDE !

y/n: na never

katie_mccabe11: i hate you sm

arsenalwfc: Loved having you! content incoming gooners…

username2: AHHHHH

alessiarusso99: cannot believe my team didn’t win honestly 🙄

y/n: Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean I will give the foul! 🤷‍♀️

leahwilliamsonn: THATS MY GIRL - don’t give into seduction 😩😘

ellatoone: real question is … Did you take a shot?

y/n: Nahhhh didn’t wanna embarrass the girlies too much

bethmead_: yeah yeah, keep talking Williamson

caitlinfoord: Honestly best ref we have EVER had 🩷

y/n: Love youuuuuu Foordy 🩷

username3: How ? Was ? She ? Allowed ? In ? Training ? 😭😭

username4: Well, she’s Leah’s sister and Lessi’s gf so I suppose they all like her !

username5: Suppose? The entire team LOVES her !

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The camera zooms back from the Arsenal badge to show Alessia, Katie and y/n sat at a table laughing and they all smile at the camera.

“Hi I’m Alessia Russo.” Katie begins, Alessia laughing as she shakes her head.

“I’m y/n Williamson.” Alessia adds, causing y/n to glare.

“And I’m Katie Mccabe.” y/n says, a mock Irish accent in her voice which causes Alessia to giggle.

“Oi!” Katie says, leaning over to try and smack the younger girl but Alessia’s sharp light slap to Katie’s hand stops her.

“Ha!” y/n grins as Katie hisses like an angered cat.

“That’s not fair! She’s got her guard dog with her.” Katie jokes at the camera as Alessia rolls her eyes but she smiles none the less.

“Anyway…” y/n begins dragging out the ‘y’. “Today we are doing...” y/n begins. "What are we doing?" She then asks, causing the spectators to laugh.

The spectators in question were, Leah, Beth and Vivianne, all of who were sat happily on the sofa, watching the three on camera.

"Who knows who best." Katie says, Alessia rolling her eyes playfully when she realises they have been tricked into a couple's challenge for the youtube.

It was no secret the fans loved Alessia and y/n together, consistently finding their relationship adorable and loving the small amounts of content they were sometimes given.

"So, both Less here and baby Williamson, have whiteboards and they will be asked questions by me, of course, and have to write the answer down." Katie explains.

y/n holds up her whiteboard excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she grinned at the camera, missing the way her blonde lover smiled softly at her, eyes filled with soft love.

"Then, whoever gets the most right, wins." Katie says, she then picks up a card. "Right, what are Russo's two preferred positions?" Katie asks.

"Easy!" y/n grins as she begins to scribble across the board, Alessia chuckling as she does the same.

They two turn their boards around, Alessia smiling proudly at her girlfriend when she sees they have the same initials.

"Well done baby!" Alessia grins and y/n's cheeks flush at the term of endearment even after all their time together.

"Aw look at her!" Katie teases, leaning over to pinch y/n's cheek between her fingers, however the sharp hit which stops her makes her pout. "Again?" Katie whines at her fellow teammate.

y/n however grins at her protector, leaning over to peck her cheek sweetly, before glaring at her sister who fake gagged in disgust at the show of affection.

"Okay, movin' on." Katie hums. "What is y/n's favourite apparatus?" She asks before scoffing. "Even I know that!" She adds.

y/n smiles as she quickly writes her answer, Alessia doing the same as they count down from 3 before flipping their boards 'floor' both bright against the white.

"I knew that!" Beth says excitedly and y/n grins at her.

"I've always loved it, and found it so fun." y/n explains.

"Scares me half to death." Alessia denies as she remembers all the times she had watched her girlfriend jump and flip too high for her liking.

"It's my job Less." y/n defends with a laugh.

As the game continues it is clear the two girls know each other very well, both of them getting the other's question continuously correct until it was neck and neck and the last question.

"What is y/n's favourite beam dismount?" Katie asks.

Alessia pauses, shock in her face as she realises she doesn't know. Leah's mouth drops at the fact her sister's girlfriend doesn't know this and y/n looks mildly amused as she writes down.

"I don't know." Alessia admits. "I have no clue." She adds and Katie gasps as y/n turns her board around. Showing the g-valued dismount in black ink.

"Double tuck back salto with full twist." y/n says simply.

"Because you can land it every time." Alessia realises with a groan covering her face with her hands as Katie names y/n the winner.

As filming wraps up and y/n helps the crew put their things away, two lanky arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a corridor she didn't recognise.

"Can't believe you didn't know my dismount." y/n teases. "I mean, I love you so much, and know everything about you, but you don't even know my famous dismount." y/n continues.

Alessia whines, her lanky body pressing to the front of her girlfriend's as she buries her head in her lover's neck, causing her to have to bend quite a bit.

"Stop." Alessia huffs. "Its so many words to remember." She adds as y/n shakes her head.

"Don't love me." She teases as Alessia shuts her up with a chaste yet deep kiss.

The blonde striker's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer as her fingertips seemingly bruise into y/n's body from the strength of her grip.

The blonde angles her head down and left, giving her a better angle to press herself against her lover, her tongue pushing against y/n's slowly opening mouth.

After a moment of tongues clashing, the kiss slows Alessia's hands sliding up to gently cup y/n's face before keeping their lips pressed softly together for a moment more.

"Still think I don't love you?" Alessia asks, pulling away slowly, her teeth pulling y/n's bottom lip with her slightly.

y/n cannot function for a moment, the deep kiss sucking all the oxygen from her head and ability to breath from her body, the only thing in her mind being the smell of her girlfriend's perfume.

"I think you should do that once more, just so I'm sure you do." y/n smiles after regaining her ability to speak.

"Gladly, amore mio." Alessia murmurs, before moving her head back down to kiss her lover once more. After what felt like seconds, the two still pressed deeply together a shout ran out.

"MY EYES!"

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alessiarusso99 she’s my favourite person idk <3

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username1: AWWWWWWWWW

y/n: i love you baby <3

ellatoone: ‘i love you baby’ 🤢

mbrighty04: hahahahahahahahahahahhahaha

leahwilliamsonn: my eyes will never recover 😩

y/n: #sorrynotsorry

alessiarusso99: #imaccsorry

y/n: she’s not …

katie_mccabe11: leah’s shout of horror will never leave me 😭

username2: what happened ?!?! I NEED TO KNOW 😂

username3: CUTEEEEEEEEEE

izzy.songhurst: 😍😍😍

y/n: 🩵🩵

username4: OI OI OI

caitlinfoord: KISSING? LIKE THIS? AT YOUR AGE ??

bethmead_: HOW AWFUL 😩

keirawalsh: you two are so cute !! xx 🥺

y/n: love youuuuu xx

lucybronze: you two are so gross !! xx 🥺

y/n: count your days Bronzey

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y/n alexa play baby by Justin Bieber

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alessiarusso99: my love

katie_mccabe11: so gross 🙄

y/n: i’ll fight you mccabe i swear 🤛

ellatoone: banger of a tune

alessiarusso99: hundred percent 🫶

y/n: AND I WAS LIKE BABY BABY BABY

ellatoone: OOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOH

username1: 🥺🥺🥺

username2: 🔥🔥

izzy.songhurst: cuties

y/n: love ya xx

alessiarusso99: thanks Iz ! x

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y/n: 🖕❤️

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username3: 😫😫😫😫😫

kyracooneyx: i was so in love with him 🥲

y/n: it’s okay we all have a phase 😔

bethmead_: viv why can’t we be cute like this ?!!

viviannemeidema: because we are not as cute as this 🤷‍♀️

y/n: 😶😶

username4: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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dreamwritesimagines · 7 months

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Garden of Secrets - Epilogue

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support throughout the story my darlings! I hope you enjoy the epilogue as well, ILYSM! ❤️

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Thank you to @theskytraveler for helping me with the story and the chapter!

Series Masterlist

3 YEARS LATER

“And this flower right here is called a mock orange, any idea why?”

The cheerful babbling was the only answer you got and you felt yourself smiling wide, turning to look at her better. Camellia was the cutest baby you’d ever seen and you were pretty sure it wasn’t just because she was the most perfect combination of you and Benedict. The only person in your life that remembered you as a baby was Josie, and she swore up and down that she looked more like you than Benedict but you weren’t so sure.

“Very good!” you said. “Because it looks like an orange flower!”

Camellia clapped her hands excitedly, as if congratulating herself for guessing right, kicking her legs back and forth in her high chair, accidentally dropping one of the many pencils on the table in front of her but she didn’t even notice.

“And what about this one?”

“Fwo?”

“Flower, yes,” you said, nodding fervently and she gave you a huge grin. You went to pick her up from the chair and approached the table in the middle of the huge greenhouse.

“This is your flower my sweet, see? Middlemist Red Camellia.”

She gasped when she heard her name. “Me!”

“Mm hm, the most beautiful and precious flower in the entire world!” you said, tickling her stomach while kissing her cheeks, making her happy giggles echo in the greenhouse. You fixed her hair, still smiling bright and took a look at the paper she was drawing on before, full of different colored squiggly lines.

“Perhaps your papa is right, you are to be a big artist,” you said as you walked to the glass door. “A painter like him hm?”

“Papa!”

“And your aunt Lottie says you will be a writer and your uncle Teddy says you’ll be a sculptor…” you said as you stepped out of the greenhouse into the huge garden, the sunlight falling upon you. You grabbed the little hat by the door and placed it upon Camellia’s head while she held onto you, playing with your necklace.

“So many ideas!” you told her as you passed by the winter garden, enjoying the chirping of the birds. A couple of butterflies flew by you, no doubt because you were very close to the butterfly garden and Camellia held her breath, pointing at the blue butterfly.

“Mama!”

“I can see that my love,” you said, pressing a kiss on her small chubby hand, and walked past the orangery. “They’re very beautiful, are they not?”

She nodded fervently, making grabby hand motions as if trying to call the butterflies to her.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” you said, still walking through the main garden. “They all think like that but do you want to know what I think?”

She nodded her head again, still listening to you very intently.

“I think you might just become the biggest botanist in the world,” you whispered. “I mean it only makes sense, no? You already know so many flowers!”

Camellia pointed at the pear tree and turned to you. “Mine? Mine?”

“Let’s get you one then,” you said with a small laugh, reaching up to grab and pick the pear off the branch. You dusted it off, then gave it to Camellia who made a happy cooing sound, trying to dig into it. You raised your head to look up at the house, a warmth spreading through you as your gaze fell upon the window of Benedict’s studio, then you turned to Camellia.

“Let’s go see papa, hm?” you asked her, then made your way to the house to enter the foyer. You hummed a song and climbed up the stairs, then put Camellia down when you entered the hallway leading to Benedict’s studio.

“Go ahead.”

“Papa?” Camellia called out, running as fast as her tiny legs allowed her, reminding you of a duck. She was still holding the pear tight in her fist, and you walked right behind her to make sure you would be able to catch her if she fell. “Papa!”

You let out a laugh as you heard Benedict’s footsteps and he stepped out of the studio, his jaw dropping as he saw her and he immediately leaned down to catch her before she could smash herself against his legs.

“Oh here’s my sweet!” he said as he hoisted her up into his arms, smothering her in kisses, making her giggle happily before he turned to you, that fond look crossing his eyes, a soft smile curling his lips.

“Hello my love.”

You smiled, and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Hello to you too,” you said, letting out a small laugh as he stole another kiss from you. “I figured you needed a break or so.”

“And you were right,” he said, winking at you before turning to Camellia. “How is she always right, do you know?”

Camellia offered him the pear she was holding and Benedict gasped.

“For me?”

“More like it was for her but she’s willing to share,” you said and Benedict grinned.

“Come on,” he nodded in the direction of the studio and walked inside with Camellia in his arms, and you followed them.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” you sang in a teasing manner, pulling the hat off Camellia’s head and Benedict shot you a mischievous look.

“Mm, what am I doing?”

“You think you can turn her into an artist if she spends enough time here.”

“I can’t help if she’s naturally talented,” Benedict defended himself. “I mean have you seen her work?”

“The…the squiggly lines?”

“The squiggly lines!” Benedict nodded, rocking Camellia. “She’s a genius artist even as a one-year-old.”

“I still support my botanist theory.”

“Maybe she’ll be both?”

“As you can see my sweet, no high expectations whatsoever,” you told Camellia who was listening to both of you as if she could understand everything you were saying.

“You can be anything you want to be,” Benedict told her as she rested her head on his shoulder, yawning. “Including an artist. Just saying.”

You walked closer to the canvas to see that the background was almost done, and tilted your head.

“What’s this going to be?”

Benedict shot you a grin and pressed his lips on top of Camellia’s hair. You checked the clock on the wall, then rang the bell.

“That one is going to be her,” Benedict said, softly rocking her and you smiled.

“Aw,” you said gently, and walked to caress her soft cheek with your finger. “Did you hear that my sweet? Your own portrait?”

Camellia sucked on her thumb, her eyes closing slowly.

“Is she sleeping?” Benedict whispered and you nodded.

“She is,” you murmured, rubbing her back and turned your head when someone knocked on the door.

“Ma’am,” Paula said. “Mr. Bridgerton. Would you like me to take her for her nap?”

“That would be good Paula, thank you.”

She smiled and took Camellia from Benedict, careful not to wake her.

“I’ll be right there,” you told her and pressed a kiss on Camellia’s head before Paula walked out of the room with her. You turned to Benedict and he entwined his fingers with yours, pulling you into his arms.

“Hey,” you said as he buried his nose into your hair. “Is everything alright?”

“Mm hm, now that you’re here.”

You smiled softly and squeezed his arm. “Are you still tense about the gala?”

He heaved a sigh and you pulled back a little to look up at him.

“Ben, that painting got auctioned and sold in two minutes because everyone was outbidding each other,” you reminded him. “People are talking about you the same way you used to talk about Gordon, everyone agrees that you’re a genius artist, the whole ton—”

“Yeah but it’s different,” he mumbled. “Tonight, it’s only friends and family.”

“Shouldn’t that be comforting?”

“Technically yes but…” he trailed off and shook his head slightly. “Never mind.”

You cupped his cheek, raising your brows. “Tell me.”

“It’s easier when it’s just strangers,” he said with a small chuckle. “Museum owners and Academy directors and such. It’s different when it’s family and friends, and I’d hate it if they thought all those other people exaggerated—”

“Everyone in the Academy and countless artists and museum owners who were on the verge of a fight to get your painting, they all exaggerated?” you asked with a small smile. “All of those people at the same time?”

Benedict thought for a moment. “When you say it like that…”

You let out a laugh and stood on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his, and he heaved a sigh when you pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Tonight is going to be amazing,” you assured him. “I promise you.”

He shot you a mischievous grin, then leaned down hoisted you up into his arms, making you squeal.

“Benedict!”

“There’s no harm in starting the amazing night a bit early,” he said as he carried you to the sofa and you let out a laugh.

“Scandalous behavior!” you joked and he winked at you, then leaned in to kiss you.

Of course the night of the gala went perfectly, as you knew it would. Both your family and Benedict’s had been so excited and were very proud of him, and you could see it melted away the last insecurity that had been gnawing at him before tonight.

His speech that he dedicated the painting -and his inspiration- to you was enough to bring tears into your eyes but you managed to hide it by burying your face into his arm, earning an “aww” from the crowd. After the speech, people scattered along in the gallery to talk to each other, and if you said so yourself, everyone seemed to be having fun. Benedict was talking to Gordon, Henry, Margery and Lucy by the corner, Anthony and Lottie looked like they were in their own world while Colin kept whispering things to Penelope’s ear, making her giggle. Eloise seemed to be in a deep conversation with Simon while Daphne watched them with a small smile, and you smiled at Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury as Teddy wheezed past you.

“Teddy don’t run!” you called out and he stopped for a moment.

“But I’m being very careful!” he assured you and returned to chasing Hyacinth and Gregory. Your aunt held up her hands, gesturing surrender as she gave him a fond look and your uncle chuckled.

“If he changes his mind about being a sculptor…”

“He can become a professional runner,” you joked and turned to Josie and Bess.

“So yes, we’re going to Paris before the season,” you told them. “Around like a month before, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Andrew will give you a list of things to bring from there, just so you know,” Bess said said and you let out a laugh.

“I’m alright with that. Wait, where is he anyway?”

Josie cleared her throat. “I think he and Felix are in the orangery—”

“The moon garden, my love,” Bess corrected her and you raised your brows, stifling a laugh.

“Of course they are,” you muttered and heard someone calling your name. You turned your head to see who it was, then made your way to Lottie and Anthony.

“Hello you two.”

“Y/N,” she said with a huge smile, still holding Anthony’s hand. “We already said goodnight to Benedict, we didn’t want to leave before saying goodnight to you.”

You tilted your head. “You’re leaving already?” you asked. “Is everything alright? Is Edmund—”

“Oh Edmund is fine!” she assured you quickly and Anthony nodded.

“He’s probably asleep already.”

“It’s just—I tire very easily nowadays,” Lottie said, making you pull your brows together. Anthony and Lottie exchanged smiles and Lottie bounced on the balls of her feet in an excited manner, making your frown deepen for a moment before the thought dawned on you and your jaw dropped.

“Are you serious?!” you whispered and Lottie giggled, nodding fervently.

“You’re the first to know,” she whispered and you let out a laugh, then pulled her into a hug.

“Congratulations!”

“Thank you!”

“To both of you obviously—” you said with a laugh, then hugged Anthony as well, making him chuckle as he hugged you back.

“We haven’t told Benedict yet,” he told you as you pulled back. “You know with the gala and everything.”

“Oh he will be very happy for you!” you said and Lottie bit on her lip.

“I wish to be the one to tell him if that’s alright.”

“Absolutely!” you said, waving your hands. “Go on then, go home and rest. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You’d better,” Lottie joked and squeezed your hand, then they both walked out of the gallery. You looked around, then took a step towards Eloise but someone touched the small of your back, making you look up.

“Well if it isn’t the genius artist,” you teased Benedict and he shot you a happy grin.

“Come with me?”

“As long as we’re not going to the moon garden because if I walk in on them again…” you muttered and he tilted his head.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” you said and let him pull you out of the gallery. You both passed through the foyer and he led you outside, still holding your hand.

“Ben, where are we going?” you asked with a laugh and he stopped by the main garden, moonlight falling upon you both, showering the gardens in silver. Even though it was the thousandth time you were seeing this gorgeous view, it still managed to take your breath away.

Speaking of things that managed to take your breath away…

You looked up at Benedict, his handsome face under the moonlight, your heart skipping a beat before you giggled.

“Are we sneaking out of your own gala then?”

Benedict shot you a mischievous smile, then shook his head.

“No I merely…I wanted a moment with you,” he said. “Just you.”

You bit down on your lip as he pulled you closer, his fingers stroking over your hair. Your eyes fluttered close when he brushed his lips against yours and you smiled into the kiss, grazing your nails over the nape of his neck, making him heave a sigh.

“Congratulations Mr. Bridgerton,” you whispered. “Your gala seems to be a success.”

He smiled softly, pressing his lips on your temple. “Seems to be, Mrs. Bridgerton.”

You hummed. “Is it too early to say I told you so?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think so.”

“Well then, I told you so,” you said, sticking your nose up in the air. “And you should listen to me all the time because to be honest, so far I’ve—”

“I love you,” he said, and your eyes snapped up to his, a smile warming your face. You let out a giggle and pulled him down so that you could kiss him.

“I love you too,” you whispered and entwined your fingers with his, then took a step towards the house.

“Come on,” you said. “It is your gala my love. Let’s go and enjoy it.”

The End.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

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leviscolwill · 9 months

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read your mind (smau)

pairing: ollie bearman x singer!reader

in which: ollie is his gf's most supportive fan and you're the most supportive wag (face claim: sabrina carpenter)

notes: my first socmed au ever !! this was so so much fun to write hehe, i don't know if it's too long or too short for this kind of story so lmkkk. also yn.fm is yourname.fm (bc music got it ? hahahahaha.....)

now playing: read your mind by sabrina carpenter (emails i can't send)

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yn.fm cooking a little something 👩‍🍳🤭

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user57 ALBUM SOON

yn.fm maybe, maybe not 🤭

olliebearman who let her cook ⁉️⁉️

yn.fm UR SO MEAN

olliebearman haha i love you

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olliebearman aaand we're back ! very excited about my first season in f2, many good things to come 😁👍

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prema_team Let's go Ollie !

yn.fm ROTY AWARD INCOMING

yn.fm I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO WIN EVERY RACE

olliebearman who are you ?

yn.fm oliver answer the phone NOW 😁

yn.fm

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yn.fm SURPRISE !!! my debut album 'email i can't send' is dropping on april 27th 2023 💌 i'm so so so excited to share these stories with you, tell me which track you're claiming in the commentssss 🫶

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user44 NONSENSE IS ABOUT TO BE MY TOP SPOTIFY WRAPPED SONG I CAN FEEL IT

olliebearman good choice 👍

yn.fm stop influencing my babies 😡

olliebearman just appreciating their taste love 🤷‍♂️

olliebearman they're so not ready

olliebearman not our little secret anymore :(

yn.fm i'll share other secrets with u dw 🤭

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olliebearman so happy with this weekend's results! hoping for many other wins for the rest of the season :)

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yn.fm MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

yn.fm 🐻celona 🤭🫶

yn.fm so leng

olliebearman stop this madness

scuderiaferrari Complimenti Ollie 👏

olliebearman grazie mille team !

yn.fm @olliebearman stop pretending you can speak italian on main

olliebearman @yn.fm you're about to get blocked

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yn.fm nonsense video out tomorrow starring my favourite boy ever !!!

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user98 the highway is looking rlly comfy rn

olliebearman i caught the l-o-v-e

yn.fm so corny

olliebearman ??? they're your lyrics

yn.fm no ❤️

olliebearman am i your favourite actor as well ?

yn.fm not you thinking you can top ryan gosling

olliebearman 😞

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yn.fm yk i luv a london boy !! uk tour starts tonight 😎

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olliebearman actually i'm from essex

yn.fm 'actually i'm from essex' 🤓☝️

olliebearman the british slander was a bit unnecessary

user68 i'm so excited to see you tonight xx

yn.fm i can't wait to see your cute faces my loves 🥹

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formula2 Bearman to receive post-Feature Race time penalty at the #BritishGP.

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yn.fm booo you whore

user15 ariana what are you doing here ??

user66 LMAOO Y/N ON YOUR PUBLIC ACCOUNT ???

user98 @user66 her pr team must be so tired

yn.fm literally underserved

user39 so real of you

user07 so sad about ollie's penalty, on his home race as well :(

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olliebearman i wish this weekend would've ended on a better note, but i'd like to thank everyone for the support there ❤️

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yn.fm so happy that i got to see you do what you love at your home race 🫶

yn.fm you were perfect ilysm

olliebearman love you ❤️

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olliebearman happy one year to the most beautiful, hardworking and kind person on earth. here's to many many many other summers with you my love

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yn.fm I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ARGH

olliebearman i love you more 😁

paularon_ @olliebearman eww

yn.fm my swiftie bf

olliebearman you basically brainwashed me into a swiftie but okay

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yn.fm happy anniversary to my lover, i'm so happy our paths crossed because i don't even know what i would do without you !! i love you more than words can say 🫶

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olliebearman my pretty girl !! i love you so much ❤️

yourbsf @olliebearman can i get her back now

olliebearman @yourbsf maybe tmrw

yourbsf @olliebearman it's been a week bearman 😐

olliebearman @yourbsf joint custody is so complicated with you

yn.fm @olliebearman @yourbsf HELLOO ??

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himezoro · 2 months

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love wins all (a roronoa zoro story, part 2) (smut)

tysm for your support on part 1 !! this story means a lot to me, i've had a lot of vision to write it etc. it's not proofread, and it's written by a tired lawyer who's been up for the past 15 hours because of a few cases. anyway, thanks for your support, and thank you for making my days so much more bearable. ilysm !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

inspired by this song!!

@sanjisprincesswifey i know you liked the first part, so i'm dedicated it to you (i hope it doesn't suck lmao)

warning!! : nsfw (minor DNI), gender (female), mention of (Y/N), slight angst ? angry sex/cheating involved.

.・゜゜・ 1 hour before ・゜゜・．

Zoro’s years of superhuman training were a benefit here. His body was moving on its own, as fast as he could, barely paying attention to the people he was bumping into with his broad shoulders. Just like a race horse, he had blinkers preventing him from seeing the rejoice faces of the villagers preparing for the reception, dancing to the musicians’ plays on the streets and basically creating a path to the palace where the festivities were to take place.

These poor people don’t know what they’re talking about.

While he made his way closer to the palace, his mind was too busy thinking about the last words you two shared rather than thinking of an infiltration strategy. From the way your plumped lips traced thousands of “I love you” to the harsh “I hate you” they uttered when he took off, from the laughters they shared to the silent cry they failed to conceal. From the lewd sounds they let escape when his cock thrusted into your wet cunt, to the sensual moans they purred onto his lips.

For a second he felt his heart sink, and a weird feeling to his stomach. Was it anxiety because he was about to enter a restricted area? Mad, that you forgot about him so easily? Jealous, that another man, and a ridiculous one he thought, got to spend the rest of his life by your side? Sick, that a man that is not him, was to touch you in ways only he could?

He couldn’t pinpoint the right word for what he was feeling, and he frankly did not care. His goal was set, and it was to enter that palace and get to you. How would he achieve that was apparently not an important matter to him, because he just barged in, breaking through the guards with undiscovered strength, not giving a damn about the consequences.

I’m sorry guys, we’ll have some mess to clean up before tasting the banquet.

His ears almost failed to hear the guards crying for help and threatening to call the Marines, as he climbed all the stairs he found at once, his heart knowing that at the top, they led to you.

And it did.

.・゜゜・3 minutes left・゜゜・．

Zoro was facing a long corridor with a large room down the hall. The doors were slightly opened, as if he was awaited all along. Even though he knew he probably was not the person you wished to see, he still felt like the small light peering through the doors was a way to your heart. Like there was hope.

His pace slowed as he approached your doors, and his hand lingered on the door before slowly pushing it open, his good eye widening at the sight he was bestowed with.

There you were, in all your glory, your back facing the door as you looked at yourself in the huge mirror standing in front of you, gently trying out earrings that would complement your hairstyle of the day. The white dress you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly. The corset on top carved the shape of your waist, only for it to enhance the curves of your ass. The silk material left little to the imagination, and he could stay watching forever. He swore he could smell your perfume from here, already enamoring him much more. He could see the glistening of your skin as the so-short sleeves of your dress lovingly fell off your shoulders.

You were a mythology goddess. A legend, only for him to see.

And he had a chance to conquer.

・゜゜・00・゜゜・．

« So I guess my invitation got lost in the mail? » you heard the hoarse voice speaking through the opened door of your quarters. You kept on looking at yourself in the magnificent mirror standing in front of you, looking at how the white dress hugged your form, pretending not to have heard the said voice, ignoring the immediate chills it sent down your spine. You knew who these words belonged to, and so did your racing heartbeat.

You slowly reached down to the table by your side to pick another pair of earing to try out, letting Zoro enter as you calmly and sternly responded.

“The only thing that appears to have lost itself here, is you.”

Zoro scoffed as he fully entered your quarters, closing the door behind him as he stands, looking at you intently. Gosh, you were even more beautiful than in his memories. The way your hair fell so beautifully around your face. He missed your comebacks, your confidence, the way your brain seemed to understand his better than anyone else, better than he knew his own.

He slowly walked behind you, so close that you could feel his hot breath tickling the nape of your neck. He only looked at you through the mirror in front of you, feeling like, at some point, this would help him keep his façade. He bore his poker and stern face while taking in your presence.

Gosh, how he wanted to pin you to that mirror and kiss you until your lips turn bloody red from how much he would bite them.

“Looking great here. Nice big ring too.” he said, the hot breath of his lips tickling your ear.

It was hard for you to ignore how fast your heart was beating, and the tension between the two of you. It was electric, deep, high. You hated the effect he had on you, how he would always manage to have you wrapped around his finger. How he could make you kneel in front of him, happily opening your mouth to welcome his hot length. How he could make you melt from the simplest of words.

How he could break your facade, break your heart and confidence under a minute.

Your eyes met through the mirror, and that’s when you noticed his new scar. It hurt, knowing that you did not have the opportunity to mend his wounds and see his progress.

“I can’t say the same for you.” You lied, breaking the eye contact by focusing on removing the earrings you had just put on.

Zoro laughed, never looking away. He agreed: beside you, he looked like a picturesque character. You were the epitome of beauty, an ethereal image. If he were Sanji, he would have probably died on the spot.

Your eyes met again.

“You could have told me you were getting married. I had the right to-“

“How dare you?” you cut him mid-sentence, turning around to face him. His new built caught you off guard, but you didn’t let that stop you from finally, cutting the air.

“Zoro you better not finish that sentence. You have no right whatsoever to know a thing about my life. Not after what you did.” You explained, clear annoyance and a hint of hurt in your voice.

“Oh, is that how it is? How it’s going to be, (Y/N)? Of course you should have told me ! How dare you not tell me?” Zoro responded, mad, stubborn, scratched. “You can’t just get married, with this creep, and believe that I don’t have MY say in this? Or are you stupid?!” he continued, not noticing he started yelling.

You slightly pushed him away to get behind him, clearly needing the space. And he was surprised he let you push him, following your movements, wondering what your dress would feel like under his touch. He stared at your dress, your bosom and the way the corset enhanced the roundness of your boobs.

He wanted to eat them out right now and tear this corset apart.

“Oh you’re the stupid one here! Zoro you cannot expect me to tell you a thing about my love life, or anything about my life for that matter, when you walked away, in the middle of the night, saying your dream was more important, right after making love to me, and leaving to the sea without as much as a note?!” you stated, yelling the last words.

“It was not the right time for us and you know it! Come on, don’t act like I forced my decision on you. You know it was the best choice.”

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, walking closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you to state your thoughts loud and clear. You shook your head, gathering your thoughts after Zoro’s unreasonable rambling.

“Let me ask you. What do you call someone leaving in the middle of the night, saying how his dream is more important than the night he just spent with who he called to be the love of his life, while the later cried her heart out? Do you call that a consensual decision? A mature talk? Enlighten me, Roronoa Zoro. Please, enlighten me.”

Zoro just dived into your eyes at your words. Enlighten me. The words echoed in his ears, and for a couple of seconds his brain just stopped working. Noticing his lack of response, you sighed, trying to walk past him to finally put your veil on.

But this time, he did not let you past him.

Zoro grabbed your hips and looked into your eyes before diving in and kiss you. The taste of his lips surprised you, they seemed more mature, but still as soft as they were that night. With Zoro invading your space, it was hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to resist breaking the tension lingering after all these years. Before he could slide his tongue pass your lips, you pulled back, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, whispering, afraid the universe might hear you;

“What are you doing?”

“Enlightening you.” he whispered with a smirk, his breath tickling your lips.

And these words were enough to send all senses of hurt, bitterness and ache to hell. You let him kiss you, putting your hands on his arms as he kept a firm grip on your hips. He kissed you hard, feral. His tongue parted your lips, twirling around yours as he let out a deep groan. He has been waiting for this for years, and feeling your lips respond to his sent him to heaven. He could not help but let his hands glide to your ass and give it a light squeeze, making you yelp. Your reaction made him laugh, a small, intimate laugh only you could hear.

You slowly pulled away to catch your breath, and he took the opportunity to tell you what he really meant to say before rambling the selfish nonsense he let out.

“Don’t marry him. Come with me.” He whispered, his lips meeting the side of your neck, using his tongue to tickle the soft spots he never forgot: your submaxillary triangle, your trapezius.

“What are you talking about?” you responded, still a little out of breath, and mostly, distracted by his shenanigans.

“You got me baby, loud and clear.”

The dress started to bother him, and he took the opportunity to tear the bottom to the side, creating a slit on your left leg, taking advantage of it to massage your thighs and groping your ass once more, with more force and determination. He tapped your ass, a small gesture to wrap your legs around his waist as he pinned you to the mirror.

And when your legs tightened around his waist, he knew your answer.

And so he did not waste any time anymore. He massaged your breasts through the corset of your white dress, admiring how your boobs threatened to escape only for him to lick at your buds, cupping them in between his large hands. Your hands fell into his mossy green hair, slightly pulling on the ends as his tongue danced around your clavicles.

Being the skillful swordsman he is, and having experience with his mouth and hands, his left hand went under your dress, thanks to the slit he made, so he could play with your clothed cunt, feeling its wetness forming. There are so much things he wished to say at that moment, but the way his erection irritated his pants kept him from uttering the slightest of word. And knowing him like the back of your hand, you let out a small laugh.

“Are your pants too small to contain your little friend here?”

“If you call it little then I really should jog your memory.”

With that, he pushed you against the cold mirror surface a little harder so he could unzip his pants, letting his length sprung free against the white silk.

“Be careful, you might tarnish it you idiot!”

“Like you and I care.” he proudly stated, sliding his hand under your dress and pushing his index into your cunt, while rubbing circle on your clit. He never took his eyes off you, appreciating every little of your reactions, bearing your face into his memory.

“Gosh, I missed the feeling of your pussy around my fingers, you know that right?” he desperately uttered, feeling his already hard cock getting harder. “Gosh (Y/N), I missed everything about you.” he added, pumping harder, adding another finger into your pussy, your moans getting louder and lewder.

“And I missed the feeling of your cock, Zo’..” you whimpered, a dark light sparkling in his eye as he heard your plea.

“Well you won’t miss it anymore sweatheart.” he said, removing his fingers out of your cunt and pushing up your dress some more, so he could set your white lace panty aside and slide into you.

“Hmmpf!” you whimpered in extasy, the simple feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt already answering your needs. He waited for you to adjust and looked at you, his eyes pleading for consent. Once you nodded and gave him a soft, intimate smile, Zoro started pounding into you at a feral pace. His nails dug into your thighs and ass as he held you tight, pumping his thick cock into your warmth. You threw your head back on the cold mirror surface as you tried to keep some sense into you, tears forming in your eyes from how passionate your partner was.

“G-Gosh (Y/N), you’re still taking me so well… completely m-made for me..” Zoro managed to say, as he could feel your pussy tightening around his shaft. This felt so real, so much better than in his memories.

“Please k-keep going!” you plead, only for him to hold you tighter, spanking your ass in the process.

“I’ll k-keep only if you answer my question.” He said, slowing his thrusts, going excruciatingly slow, torturing the both of you.

But he needed to know.

“Are you coming with me to the sea?”

He stared into your eyes for as long as he could, trying to determine what went on in your head.

“Zoro..”

He thrusted hard into you, looking at you again.

“Answer me.”

He thrusted harder, his eye never leaving your beautiful face.

“I..”

He thrusted harder, so hard you swore you could feel it in your guts.

“(Y/N). You love me. I love you. Come with me.”

“Y-Yes for God’s sake I’ll c-come with you!” you cried, only for him to smile in pride and thrust into you without anything as a break. He felt ecstatic and tried his best hiding his smile into your neck, giving it sloppy kisses before giving you one more passionate kiss as you both came together, your dress a total mess, both your bodies a sweaty mess, but a loving one at best.

He looked at you and saw the smile he waited to see for so long. He gently put your legs to the ground as he looked through his pocket.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a condom now that we’re just done” you muttered, earning an eye-roll from the swordman.

“I’m looking for the ring I got you, dumbass.” he bluntly stated, pulling the ring out of his pocket before putting it in your hands.

“Let me take off this ugly ass ring so I can give you mine.” He said and you let him have his way, gently laughing at his usual stubbornness. He slid his ring on your finger with a prideful and loving look, trying to conceal his blush by looking away.

“So, what’s the plan now Zo?” you asked, gazing into his good eye with more love than you thought ever existed.

“There’s none. We’ve got all the time in the world.” he responded, kissing your left hand before he heard a familiar ruckus down the hall, curtesy of his captain.

“I promise you’ll get used to it.” he shyly said as he held your hand tight, definitely not letting go, love wins all, after all.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanon #opla x reader #one piece smut #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x y/n #zoro roronoa x you

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shubblelive · 10 months

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— FRONT ROW

summary : for the first time, you see just how many fans wilbur has in person, and for the first time, you begin to feel like you might not be able to handle it.

genre : angst -> fluff, happy ending

warnings : one or two swearwords, reader gets overwhelmed, they almost break up (but not really i promise)

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

pronouns : she/her, reader is called wilbur's girlfriend

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!philza (mentioned), kristen

requested : @gracietaylorsversions Hiii! Ilysm could you maybe write a fic inspired by the song “dark red” by steve lacey, more specifically the part: “only you my girl, only you babe” where the reader gets insecure and jealous but wilbur makes sure to reassure her <333

word count : 1.5K

note : hello angel! now, i personallly hate writing jealousy fics i feel like i can NOT do it well, so i opted to delve more into insecurity than jealousy with this one. i'm so glad you're liking my stuff thank you so much it means the worlds

the room was massive. it was like a warehouse, but with seperate rooms off the main one, and way more people. you were in one of the separate rooms, carpeted and less crowded, a yellow card around your neck with your name written on it suspended by a lanyard.

you weren’t a creator. you didn’t stream or make youtube videos or anything, you hardly even posted on instagram. the only reason you were attending vidcon was because of the man whose arm was wrapped around your shoulder as he chatted avidly to ranboo.

they had a panel later, the first one since the pandemic had started. it had been somewhat of a surprise to you, when wilbur started getting so big as quickly, but you’d always know it was bound to happen. now, three years into your relationship, you were about to see your boyfriend in front of his first live audience.

one of the vidcon crew members arrived in the room as signalled everyone’s attention, everyone in your group falling silent. they’d all be leaving to go on stage soon. you wouldn’t be alone though, phil’s wife would be there in the audience with you.

while wilbur got instructions from the crew member, another producer lead you, kristen, and a few other guests of creators into your seats, and you waited anxiously for your boyfriend to come out.

the two of you had together since 2019. you had helped him move into his streaming office (and subsequently out of his streaming office after getting evicted), and had been there every single step of the way through his streaming career. his fans knew of you. they knew your name and what you looked like, and that you and wilbur had been dating for years, but not much more than that.

you were as supportive of a partner as you physically could be, helping him out as much as you were able to. for his first ever vidcon, you’d been lucky enough to be able to take time off work to go to LA with him, and he’d let you know over and over how grateful he was for it. you’d held his hand across the atlantic ocean and let him go just in time for him to meet his adoring public.

and adoring they were. it had been your first time ever truly seeing your partner’s fans in person aside from the odd chance meeting. this was extremely overwhelming. he stepped out of the wings and made eye contact with you immediately, waving at you subtly as he greeted the rest of the crowd. the featured creator hour went for, predictably, about an hour, and as your boyfriend and his friends left the stage, the audience was left to disperse on their own. you guys had saved seats for this one in advance, so you’d had a producer escort you into them, but this time it was just you and kristen in a sea of hundreds of teenagers.

“excuse me,” a small voice piped up, and you whirled around to see a young girl, no older than fourteen standing nervously behind you. she introduced herself nervously, and told you that she thought you had always seemed lovely, and asked for a photo. kristen took it for her, and she left with a beaming smile on her face as you felt your heart thrash against your ribcage.

there were so many people here, and you were already incredibly overwhelmed by the noise, but now the knowledge that people were perceiving you, even if it was only one fourteen year old girl was just too much to handle. “hey!” you called out to kristen as you both reached the door, having to nearly yell over the noise. “bathroom, i’ll be right back.”

“do you want me to come with you?” her husband would be back in the creator lounge by now, you knew, so you shook your head.

“no, i’ll be alright, you get back to phil. will you tell wilbur where i am though, please?” she nodded at you, and you took off towards the nearest bathroom. it was absolutely packed, so you skipped it and went straight outside to the carpark. it was hot, and you took a swig of your water bottle as you sat down on the concrete, back against the wall of the building. there were still somehow dozens of fans out here, but you didn’t care.

you needed to get better with this stuff. this was wilbur’s job, and you were his partner. if you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, then you’d need to be able to go to things like this and support him.

he had so many people’s eyes on him, and you knew that all he wanted was yours. you couldn’t be there for him in the way you needed to. he deserved better.

the internet was a cruel place. of course you’d seen hate of yourself. you’d seen wilbur shipped with any female friend he came into contact with, and you had always been okay about it. but maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if he dated someone from the industry. he was bound to find someone eventually, someone who loved him just as hard as you did and was able to be there to support him.

you weren’t cut out for this. you needed wilbur.

he was beside you. “are you alright? what’s going on?” he was scanning the small scattering of fans around the carpark areas, hoping to find somewhere to get you away from prying eyes. “darling?”

“i’m okay,” your voice shook, and he helped you to your feet. “you should go back inside.”

“i am not going anywhere without you,” he said resolutely, hand securely wrapped around yours.

“i’m such a shit girlfriend,” you tried to laugh, but their were anxious tears forming in your eyes. it was so bright that you had to squint to look at wilbur, who was shielding you from the LA sun. “i’m sorry.”

“what are you talking about?” he asked softly. “you’re not shit, darling. furthest from it, in fact. you’re the best girlfriend i’ve ever had.”

“i’d hope so considering we’re still dating,” you said quietly. “maybe we shouldn’t be, though.”

wilbur thought he couldn’t feel more anxious after the creator hour. existing in front of such a massive croud of people was something that had never felt real to him, but then he’d looked out into the audience and had seen you, and he knew that after he left he’d be able to pull you into his arms and kiss you, and that you would fix the pounding of his heart. and then he’d stepped back inside the lounge and been met with just kristen, he waited, ten, fifteen minutes, believing you when you’d said you’d gone to the bathroom, before he used the find my friends app on his phone to see where you were. but that sentence made earlier feel like the most calm he had ever felt. “you want to break up?”

his voice quivered, low and deep, and you shook your head frantically. “of course i don’t want to. i was just thinking that…”

“that we should.” he finished flatly. “why?”

his hands were still around yours, but this felt more for his sake than yours now. “i can’t do this, wilbur.” you breathed out. “i can’t do the crowds and the screaming and the hoards of people who know that i exist, i can’t do it.”

wilbur’s face crumpled with relief. “you don’t have to, darling. i promise. from now on, no more events or conventions or panels that you don’t want to go to. please, i love you so much, i’m not gonna lose you over this.”

“but you deserve to have someone there who can do these things!” you argued. “someone who gets it, who understands!”

“i don’t want someone who gets it.” wilbur shot back immediately, silencing you. “i want you. i love you so much, darling. i don’t care if you don’t like the crowds, or if you don’t feel comfortable with me talking about you on stream or posting photos on instagram. none of that means anything to me. the only important thing is you and only you.”

you were almost crying as you kissed him, having to close your eyes instinctively against the sun as his lips pushed against yours, his hands caressing your back comfortingly. “i’m sorry, wil.” you said softly, lips still on his. “i’m being silly.”

“just a little,” he admitted between kisses. “but so am i. i’m just glad you’re here. i love you, silly.”

“i’d say it back but i don’t feel like it anymore.”

he barked out a laugh. “fine! i’m sorry. i love you, darling. my serious girl.”

“that’s somehow worse.” he kissed you to make it up to you, though, so you allowed him to drag you back inside, this time he got a security guard to sneak you in through a back corridor where you were still met with a room full of people who knew your name. except this one had a reserved seat right next to wilbur as you got to watch him live out his dreams, right there in the front row.

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lostarchivesoforpheus · 11 months

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hi!!! i was reading your cookie run fics and i LOVE THEM SM!!! especially capsaicin- hes such a sweet boy 🥺love him to pieces

but,

may i request a dark cacao x gn reader who finds it hard to be serious, and is really bubbly? like they might be at a meeting or something and reader just cannot keep up their serious facade!

thank you and have a great day :D

Bubbly!Reader Headcanons

dark cacao cookie x gn reader

summary: how dark cacao acts with a happy & bubbly s/o (i wanted to make a scenario w/ this but my brain couldn't think of anything good :,)) i hope it's ok and i hope u still enjoy it anon ilysm ty for requesting)

warnings: physical touch, maybe ooc(?) (he is very very soft for u), i think that's all but lmk if i missed any

confused by your constantly happy personality at first, but eventually got used to it and warmed up to you. now, your joyfulness is like a calming remedy for him whenever he's stressed.

thinks it's adorable whenever he sees you trying your hardest to look serious; thinks you always look so cute whenever you do.

^^^ likes to playfully tease you about this afterwards. likes seeing your flustered expression.

he always feels at peace whenever he's around you. your warm and happy demeanor always manages to bring a soft smile to his face.

loves it when you hug him. your touch is warmer than anything else he's ever encountered, and the butterflies in his stomach go crazy whenever you hold him.

likes hearing your voice. he could listen to you for hours on end, so he loves it whenever you indulge him in one of your long talks about anything that you find interesting.

likes spending time with you. your very existence makes him happy, so any time he spends with you and your warm, bubbly nature is time he treasures.

overall very soft around you and loves your personality. you always seem to make him smile, and he's always glad to have you around <33

a/n: he,,,, he is so,,,,,,,,,, anyways um i was gonna set up the event but then 3 requests got sent in overnight so once i finish those then the fun event will come so look out for that yAY,,,,,,, also tysm for showing ur support anon it genuinely means so much to me aaaaa pls request some more stuff if u want ur so nice aaaaaaaaaa would love to have u as a named anon in the aquarium but also if u dont want to that's fine too im just so happy that someone likes my works that much AAAAAAAAA TY <3333333333333333

thanks for stopping by!

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myoddessy · 1 year

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Hi! Can I get a decoration of mick schumacher dating a director/ actor? Thanksss

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brightymir · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 || 𝐠. 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

》 contains: language, description of jujutsu exorcism, workaholic reader, soft satoru, long dialogues

》 genre: light angst, h/c

》 wc: 2.4k

》 satoru gojo x gn!jujutsu sorcerer!reader

》 a/n: hello! i've been away for the past three months and i'm sincerely sorry for that. acads have been driving me crazy and took up so much of my time which made me incapable of writing something new. i've been in a toru brainrot lately so here's a little something for you all. lately, i found myself exploring relationship dynamics and common conflicts between couples so i hope you enjoy this, thank you for your continued support. ilysm!

》 reader can produce waves of cursed energy like gojo's red & blue. after exorcising a curse, reader can absorb the curse's energy and convert it into her own.

"emerge from the darkness, blacker than black. purify that which is impure," you muttered and watched as the skyscraper became covered with a veil, unseen to the outside world and ordinary humans. calmly walking up the stairs and tracing the powerful cursed energy inside the building, you played with the keys of your private jet. you were about to fly back to japan when you were called back to take care of a second grade curse lurking in the west end of london.

the sun was making its way up the sky, slowly rising and providing warmth to the city. it was a little past 11 in the morning. however, you knew well that the sun has already set in tokyo, and you needed to hurry up to make sure that the plans you made for your anniversary won't go to waste.

"for our anniversary, i will not forgive you if you aren't here by 12 noon. i could be asking you to be here at exactly midnight, but i know that you're in demand there. 12 noon exactly, or else!"

you chuckled as you remembered his words over the phone two weeks ago. you were well aware that you need to fulfill this request of his since you failed to come home for his birthday (for two consecutive years) and even missed out on other events wherein he needed your presence.

stopping at the seventh floor, you were faced with a spherical creature which had massive rings around it, resembling the planet saturn. it had numerous eyes decorating the expanse of it, and two large mouths with lots of sharp teeth. it was floating aimlessly, with a trail of tiny more spheres trailing behind it.

it looked like a biblically accurate angel.

you extended your arm and with a snap of your fingers, a wave of cursed energy in a shade of green emitted from the tips of your fingers, going straight to the cursed spirit. it burst from the impact and disintegrated to pieces. your eyebrow rose slowly when you were not able to absorb its energy.

huh? not yet finished? is this not the main body?

you walked closer to the tiny pieces of the creature and laughed in amusement as you saw thousands of tiny marbles charging straight at you. the scene was both funny and cute at the same time, but you knew that they were also quite dangerous.

without wasting any more time, you snapped your fingers once again, emitting another wave which lasted for seventeen seconds before the curse was completely exorcised. you absorbed its energy and stored it within you, beginning to convert it as you walked out of the building.

you got into your car and was about to drive towards the airport when your phone rang. you grunted and had the urge to ignore it when you saw the caller id. three more calls were made before you parked in a sidewalk and picked up the call.

"what is it this time, hara?" she was your assistant of some sort, has been taking care of your personal and professional matters ever since you could remember. you could hear her ragged breathing and panting over the phone as you can hear crashing sounds in the background.

"madame, my deepest apologies. i know you must be on your way to tokyo but, your assistance is greatly needed here in rome. there are several first grades who have gathered in the colosseum." she said quickly before the call ended.

your eyes flew to the clock which read 11:32 a.m. which meant that it was 7:32 in the evening now in japan.

you drove straight to the airport and made your way towards your private jet. it will take almost 12 hours to make it to tokyo, you needed to get going now to not upset your boyfriend and be there at exactly 12 noon, jst.

you sat down and waited for takeoff, leaning back on your seat. your phone rang once, twice, thrice. all from the same caller; hara.

gojo sat on the table, and varieties of food splayed out on the table. authentic japanese cuisine were plated elegantly, waiting to be consumed and appreciated. he played with his fork, twirling it on his fingers as the food began to go cold. his eyes glanced towards the clock, letting out a sigh as a frown made it way on his face to express his displeasure.

14:07. the clock read.

he grimaced when he heard the front door open, heavy footsteps slowly getting louder as it neared the dining area and with the cursed energy he felt, he knew.

you plastered a small smile on your lips and walked calmly towards him, attempting to hide the tiredness in your voice. you stood still behind him as he sat on the table, head not bothering to turn around, nor did he stand up to greet you.

bending down, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tilted your head, planting a soft kiss on his temple. you continued to hug him from behind, no response or reaction coming from him.

"toru... i missed you, so much. happy anniversary." you muttered softly to try not to startle him. with his back turned to you, you found it hard to gauge his mood and moreso his reaction. arms remained clasped around his chest while your head rested on his shoulders for a few seconds before you retracted and stood up straight, walking on the opposite side of him and taking a seat on the chair.

scanning your eyes across the table, you saw so much japanese food and most of it were your favourites or the dishes that you have been craving for the past year. your eyes flew up to gojo's which were trained on the plate in front of him. he refused to meet your eyes, his lips sealed shut.

he's upset. possibly even mad. or disappointed.

"i'm sorry. i was at the airport already at 12 noon yesterday but things came up at rome so i had to rush there. i was only able to leave at 6 last night. i'm really sorry, toru. but, it's only two hours, we can still do a-"

"only? only two hours? oh, it seems like your time isn't too precious when you're with me. do you not realize how difficult it is to even have our own private time, our own time wherein we can be ourselves? do i need to pay now for your time?" he spoke up and eyes flickered up to you. the blue hues of it laced with hurt and sadness, glossed by tears he was keeping at bay.

"why do you always have to be the most powerful? why do i always have to be the strongest? can't i just be your satoru? can't you just be my lover?"

his voice began to crack along with your heart as you saw a drop of tear escape from his eyes.

he was right, and you knew damn well he was not being petty like he usually does. your toru was really hurt and upset this time, and it was all because of you and your unrelenting dedication to your profession.

he, too, is dedicated. but he always found time for you.

how about you?

you took a deep breath and reached for his hand, holding it in you grip with gentleness, wanting to sooth what he felt at that moment. his eyes traveled down your hands as he bit his lower lip to prevent more tears from falling down his face.

"i have no excuses, toru. i'm really sorry that i arrived late and failed to fulfill your wish. i'm so sorry that i have been absent in this relationship for so many times. i haven't been putting as much as effort as you do, and i feel so much remorse for that. but, love, please allow me to make it up to you, to make it right, to prove myself worthy of your love" you said as tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill out anytime soon.

he stood up and knelt by your side, pulling you in for a hug. "you don't have anything to prove, baby. whether it's the you right now who's a special grade, or the you from the past who struggled with black flash, i love you just the same, maybe even more with each passing day." he ran his hands through your hair.

"you had all the time in the world for me back then, i don't know how things changed, how your time suddenly became like a treasure i couldn't afford to obtain. when did it get so hard to give me your time?"

"i just, i just want you. not the special grade sorcerer you. just you. i just don't want to feel like i have to beg for your time, i don't want to feel like i'm a hindrance to you-" you cut his words off with a light kiss to his lips.

god, how have you neglected this man so bad to the point that he begins to question himself and his worth? your damage must be too much to make the great gojo satoru question his worth.

you pulled back and saw the vast ocean of his eyes which reflected all the love he has for you and all the love he can and will give to you. gojo satoru is a man full of love, if only you knew that and were willing to take it all.

"love, you never have to fight or pay for my time. it's always yours, no questions asked. i haven't been the best partner and i'm aware of my shortcomings. i will be better, i will be the best lover, toru. your best, your only one." you said in a hoarse voice which is a result of fighting back tears, before pulling him in for another hug, planting a kiss on his forehead before doing so.

"i'm never the most powerful with you, darling. i'm the most vulnerable when i'm with you. because, you are the source of my everything, i'd cease without you. i'm so sorry that i made you feel that way, hon. i never meant to, it was never my intention to make you feel unwanted and unloved. i never wanted to make you feel like i was out of your reach" you continued and ran your hand against his back, so as to comfort him.

"no force or cursed spirit could ever rip me apart from you. over my damned dead body. my heart is always yours, love" you reassured and continued to hug him firmly, to let him know that you are there, for him.

he sniffled and played with the ends of your hair, and you could already feel a pout forming on his face, making you smile lightly. he pulled away and stood up, pulling you up in the process.

he extended his open palm towards you and quirked an eyebrow, "passport?" he demanded and turned his head to the side. you chuckled and retrieved it from your pocket, handing it over to him.

"here you go, boss baby" you said lightly and he took it, looking to see if it was your current one. he put it in his pocket and crossed his arms, a pout evident on his lips.

"not leaving til i allow you. those damned higher ups keep sending you away to foreign lands. what if you find someone bet- i mean, why don't they go themselves!" he sulked and stopped at the middle of his sentence, realizing that he was sounding jealous.

you let out a hearty laugh which made his eyes sparkle with relief and joy. his eyes then flickered down to your abdomen. he took your hand and led you to the living room, making you sit on the couch. he walked off and returned a few second later with a first aid kit.

he sat down beside you and lifted your shirt. "stupid six eyes, i didn't realize immediately that you were injured" he muttered and began to replace the bandage on your stomach. hara have already tended to it on the plane, but you let your boyfriend do what he wanted to do, giving you an opportunity to study his features up close.

unable to resist, you pulled him close and kissed every inch of his face that your lips landed upon. he let out a contented sigh as his arms snaked around your waist. a loud ringtone broke the moment of serenity between you two. you glanced at the table where your phone lit up with a call.

Headquarters, Sydney

your eyes gazed up at satoru whose eyes were glaring at your phone, while his arms remained snaked around your waist. you let out a soft sigh and grabbed the opened bottle of yogurt drink on the table. twisting the lid, you emptied its contents onto your phone, which went silent after a few seconds as the screen turned black.

his eyes went back to your form and gave you a large grin.

oh no.

gojo satoru's back.

"so, what sweets do you have for me?" he said gleefully as he made his way towards your baggages. you snorted and followed shortly behind him.

"it depends, how will you pay me back? i spent a fortune on those chocolates" you replied with a laugh. he looked at you and wiggled his eyebrows and proceeded to lick his lips right after.

"ugh! satoru!!! ew! no candies for you!" you protested in disgust and began to hug your luggage which was filled with your gifts for him.

the rest of your anniversary were spent with laughter and bliss, finally feeling at peace and ease with your person. the fatigue you experienced the day prior could never amount to the happiness and relief that was blooming in your chest at the moment.

satoru's eyes glimmered with contentment and warmth, the icy blue hues softening whenever it landed on your figure. the wide grin on his face was not a teasing one, but one that was filled with genuine joy and love.

as you were both pressed up against each other deep in the night, your loud heartbeats clearly heard, you both knew that no matter how many hours apart you were, your hearts were as close as ever.

and you both smiled into the kiss, sealing a promise of forever.

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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Watercolor Eyes ║ Santiago "Pope" Garcia

a/n: this fic is directly inspired by @prolix-yuy 's absolutely gorgeous series something new I can't recommend this series enough it was such a joy to read, and after reading her headcanons about the other sw! triple frontier boys I couldn't stop thinking of santi <33 thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of this world and write for it! I hope you enjoy 💕

and special thank to my bby @inklore who supports me always and beta'd this fic for me, ilysm 💖

pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x fem!reader

genre: smut with little plot, minors dni

word count: 7k

summary: after another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

warnings: sex worker!santi, oral (receiving & first time), dirty talking, bdsm dynamics, soft dom!santi, sub!reader, reader showing brat tendencies, brat tamer!santi, piv, use of a condom, squirting, the use of sir, swearing, orgasm denial/cumming on command, soft bondage, dry humping, teasing, begging, aftercare

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The neon letters shine loud and bright within the night: Cafe Watercolor. Seeing the pink sign used to make you smile, it was a sign that represented your dreams, your hopes, your future. Now it only symbolizes the harsh truth of reality. You’re a failure. Unable to get your small bakery cafe off the ground. You sit behind the counter, head propped up with your elbow as you look outside with a bored gaze. The air conditioning hisses, mixing with the coffee shop playlist you prepared the day before you opened up your little cafe. The tunes of a melancholic piano overlaps the sound of the air conditioner, the vocals of “The head and the heart” filling the small space.

Summers in Florida consist of humidity, rain and the burning sun. To you, it’s hell on heart. But as someone who always felt more focused with the pitter patters of raindrops, it wasn’t that bad. With a broken sigh, you watch a couple, hand in hand, soaked to the marrow, running to the bus stop. The pouring rain should’ve been any coffee shop owners bread and butter, people searched for shelter, the scent of coffee and sweets was always enticing enough to beckon them inside. Sadly, they either ran past the shop, much similarly to the couple from before, or took shelter at the coffee shop right across from you. It was brighter, bigger, and had all of those fancy new drinks. Right now your menu is limited, you focus on the baking aspect more, there lays your true passion, but you enjoyed a good cup of coffee as well so you threw that into the mix too.

And you know it’s good coffee. Those who bothered to enter would be astounded by the rich flavors and the free baked goods you threw in. You just need them to take one bite. After that they came again and again.

But a couple of regulars isn’t enough to keep your business afloat, not in this economy.

You could only hire two baristas, and since they were underpaid grad students, you didn’t blame them for not wanting to stick their neck out for the small shop. They were already juggling two other jobs.

Your family warned you; Don’t do it, they had said, You didn’t waste years of study just to open a coffee shop. Since you were a kid they wanted you to delve into the cruel world of academia. You studied archaeology, it was fun. Obviously. Who wouldn’t like to dig and unravel the remnants of a ruined civilization? But your heart always ached for something else. You didn’t want to waste your life competing with friends and others, you didn’t enjoy your classmates viewing you as a threat just because you got a good grade. You hated always having to look over your shoulder, worrying if the person that smiled at you genuinely meant it or not. It was chaotic, stress inducing. The job itself was fun, but the backstage wasn’t.

So you quit right after finishing grad school. Sure, maybe you should’ve stuck it to your parents and quit sooner, but you assumed if you actually finished studying they would finally let you go.

Of course they didn’t.

Shaking your head, you force yourself to stand up. You might as well close up shop. You don’t need your electricity bill to get even higher. Heart broken, you walk to the large window, the day's special baked goods written on the window. You almost cry when you wipe it off the board, you worked really hard on those croissants, you will have to take them home, again. At least your neighbors were happy about the free desserts.

The rain had stopped. Lonely water drops sliding down the glass, you see that the couple is still waiting for their bus. When the guy leaned in for a kiss, laughing and wet, your heart breaks a little. How long has it been since your last date? When has anyone ever looked at you like that? No one, that’s who. You had one lousy boyfriend and a couple of bad dates, after graduating your whole love and effort had gone into the shop. Needless to say you didn’t have much time to scroll the endless fuckboys of Tinder.

Tearing your gaze away from the couple’s private moment, you turn off the neon light, and push back the misplaced chairs. The silver lining is that you don’t have to do much in terms of cleaning. You’ll wipe the counter, pull out the plugs just in case, and that’ll be it. You already left the kitchen spotless after baking, which you’re glad for since now you can just go home.

Your chest heaves as you pick off the tray of croissants and package them to take to your neighbors. It's like this every night, your need to cry doubling tenfold whenever you take something you make home. You know they’re good. You just need people to give you a chance. You grab the last croissant for yourself and bite into it, dinner is settled. As you chew you moan at the taste of vanilla custard and the berry glaze, the flaky pastry crumbles, it gets on your clothes, sticks to the roof of your mouth. With the back of your hand you wipe your mouth and pat yourself down. Now you can leave.

Before leaving you take one last look, the passing cars casted their light inside, moving along and leaving the shop in darkness once more. Just like you. But it won’t last like this for long. It can’t. You won’t allow it.

Locking, and checking by rattling the door, you stuff the keys into your pockets and head home. The rain has faded but it’s still quite windy. The leaves of palm trees echoe and you see the remnants of flyers ghosting across the pavement. You see the silhouette of your bus, your steps pick up and when you realize you’re about to miss it, you run–

You’ve barely taken a couple of long strides before something sticks to your face, you collapse on the wet ground, mud and water seeping into your clothes as pain spreads across your chest.

Immediately upon getting up you see that the bus is gone, disappeared into the wind.

“Shit!” ignoring the state of your clothes you stomp your feet like a child throwing a tantrum. You viciously tear the piece of paper that led to your demise and glare at it. “Fucking– I’m going to curse the company who made this damn…flyer,”

Your eyebrows rise with curiosity. Looking down, you see a glossy flyer between your fingertips, or rather the remnants of it. The half bottom rips and falls to the concrete with a loud splat. However, the thing that piques your interest is that this particular flyer doesn’t belong to a company. It’s for a very specific service provided for lonely people like you. You drag your gaze across the men that decorate the poster, all of them looking very very handsome. It’s been a while since the color had faded from the flyer but you assume it’s from the sudden rain pour.

You should really just throw the poster away, walk your sweet ass to the bus stop and head home.

Instead, your eyes gaze at the number written in a bold font. Lucky you that the number was written on the top part of the flyer and not the bottom. Before the other bus arrives, you hurriedly pull out your phone, also soaked from the fall, and type the number, cursing every time your phone gets the number confused due to your wet fingers.

When you finally succeed in putting the numbers in, you shove the flyer into your bag to throw out for later and very carefully make your way to the bus stop.

You’ve been staring at your phone for about an hour.

You’d taken a brisk shower, gave the rest of the croissants to your neighbors, in which they thanked you, inviting you in and after dodging that bullet, you finally managed to relax on the couch.

However, what you’re doing isn’t really relaxing.

The black written numbers start to shake, your eyes stinging from staring at the screen for too long. Are you really going to do this? Are you really so lonely that you need to pay someone to spend time with you? Well yes actually, you are. It’s not like you’re shameful about asking for a service, a couple of your friends had done it, it’s just that you didn’t really know what to say when you called. Did you just say what you want? Do you need to ask for a specific man? Will it be safe? What if you get an STD among everything else?

With a loud groan, you throw your head back and let your hand fall to your lap. This is iditoic. You’re idiotic. It’s just a simple call. If whoever is on the other line sounds shady you can just hang up and pretend this never happened. Yeah. That’s it. It’s just a phone call. They can’t see you. Or force you to continue to talk. You have the power of the red button, you’ll be alright.

With a sudden surge of bravery, you raise your head and make the call. You quickly put it on speaker and anxiously listen to it ring. It feels like an eternity until someone finally picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

Oh shit. Shit shit shit– The voice that comes from the other line actually sounds good, honestly you were expecting it to be a pervert heavily breathing down the line but this is a very pleasant surprise.

When the honey-like voice speaks again, he sounds amused, as if you’re the funniest thing that happened to him all day.

“I can hear you breathing, you know? I won’t bite, promise,” he chuckles, breathy and airy. “I mean, unless that’s what you’re asking for,”

“Y-Yeah sorry,” you stumble with your words. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to remember the name of the place. “Is…this Pope’s?”

“It is and I’m Santiago, but since you sound so sweet you can just call me Santi,”

Your body heats up at his words, this is probably the most flirtatious thing anyone has said to you in months, even if technically he’s just saying that because you’re a potential customer. Your thumb rubs the corner of the smooth surface of the phone, you don’t know what to say next.

“Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,”

“That’s alright, I have all the time in the world,”

You relax at the playful tint of his voice, a soft smile ghosts across your lips.

“Do you really?”

“Well no, but you can still take your time. I can also ask you some questions to ease you in?”

“Sure?”

You hate how unsure you sound of yourself, but also you don’t think you can hide it. You genuinely feel lost, mind wandering about how others acted during these calls, you bet they knew what they wanted. They most certainly aren’t like you, causing problems by being shy and calling without looking up what to say beforehand. Damn, you really should’ve googled it first. You’re positive you can find a wikihow article about this.

“Okay let’s start out easy then, why did you call Pope’s?”

“For…company,”

“Just for that?”

You can see his smile through his voice, you bet he has an amazing one. You suck in a breath, chest puffing up as you ponder over what your next sentence should be.

“No, I would like…you know,” closing your eyes, you swallow. “Sex,”

You half expect him to laugh but he doesn’t, a soft hum echoes and he follows up with another question.

“Alright, the follow up questions might be a bit awkward but I need to ask–”

“Awkward?”

Your panicked tone seeps through the line and reaches Santi’s ear drums.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be holding your hand through it all, cariño. They’re mostly questions about your medical history,”

You nod then remembering he can’t see you quickly add, “Of course, thank you, Santi,”

When the questions are done, you check your phone only to see that an hour has already passed, much to your surprise, it felt shorter than that. Santi had asked you everything. Even things you never would’ve thought about asking a partner. And honestly it relieved you that he was so detailed with the background checks, just by his voice you can tell that he cares about what he does and for both parties concerned. It was nice. It reminds you a bit about yourself and your own work ethics.

“Okay I think that’s everything,” he states. “Do you want to continue with this?”

The uncertainty you feel comes rushing back, an encore, if you will.

“Yeah, I do. I-If everything's good,”

“Everything’s perfect,” you hear the gentle tapping of a pen. “And I think I already have the perfect match for you. Where are you? An otel?”

“Uh…” you look around your apartment. “I’m actually at my apartment…will that be a problem?”

“If it’s not a problem for you it’s not a problem for us,” he answers, voice a bit more timid than before. “But I will need an address, but if that’s going to be an issue I can look up nearby motels if you tell me which part of the city you’re in?”

“N-No, it’s fine,”

As you give out your address the red alarms in your brain screeches at you. It’s loud and mind numbing. Rightfully so. Santi tells you that it’ll take about half an hour for them to arrive and he hangs up, when he does, what you’ve just done dawns on you. You gave your address… to a stranger on the phone. And not just any address, your home address. You really are fucking stupid.

You could’ve at least taken up Santi’s offer to find you a motel nearby, this is your fucking home.

“Okay, you’ll get through this. Just deep breaths, take deep breaths…”

Placing a hand on your chest, you inhale and exhale about five to ten times. Your chest rises under your palm, you can feel your heartbeat. Everything will be alright. You have a pan that’s perfect for smacking people, better yet you have rolling pins of all sizes. You’ll be fine. You’ll be okay.

You get up and head to the bedroom, it’s a mess, sadly your home didn’t get the same squeaky treatment as your shop.

Everything will be okay.

The doorbell rings and your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. After tidying up your room, and yourself; you shaved with hurry, then put on a bra and underwear that matched in color. It’s the little things. You had a couple of toys you enjoyed, if he failed the two of you could always use those. A single woman has needs after all, and after checking the batteries you placed them into the drawer of your bedside table.

Another ring follows and you hurry to the door. You might be wearing matching underwear but other than that you hadn’t put on anything fancy; your favorite oversize shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.

Clearing your throat, you call out to the person waiting on the other side.

“Who is it?”

“Pope’s,”

This is actually happening. He’s actually here, and not a minute late, or early.

You open the door with trembling hands, the man on the other side doesn’t move an inch as you observe him, he only smiles, shooting you a quick nod and a playful wink. He stays there until you fully open the door, even then he doesn’t budge, he waits patiently while your curious gaze rakes his body. His eyes are as rich as the coffee you brew, lashes long, soft looking. You see a bit of gray mixed in his dark hair, the corners of his eyes creasing as he smiles at you, lips lush, made for kissing and pleasuring another. For a moment you want to reach out and drag your fingers across his jawline, you wonder if it can actually cut into your skin. His five o’clock shadow will definitely chafe between your thighs and the phantom of the feeling is enough to have your insides clench. The veins peeking above his skin meanders down into his black fitted shirt, you want to see more.

He clears his throat, smile widening into a grin.

“Can I come in?”

You know that voice, how could you not when you gave very detailed information about your sex life to that same smooth baritone.

“Santi?”

You might be imagining it, but you think his eyes sparkle when you recognize him. His excitement makes your lips break out into a smile.

“The one and only,”

Heart thrumming madly in your chest, you move out of the way. He continues to wait, an eyebrow raised as he chews on his bottom lip, he looks you up and down. What was he waiting for? Tilting your head, you answer his gleaming gaze with your confused one. As an answer, he raises both eyebrows, smiles and tilts his head to the other side.

Oh. OH.

He’s waiting for you to verbally invite him in.

“C-Come in,”

His smile never fading, he takes one long stride into your apartment. It’s elegant, graceful, and you can’t stop staring.

Santi quickly does a once over of your home as he toes off his shoes. Oddly enough, it feels like him being there completes a picture. Maybe it’s because you’ve been lonely for so long but it just seems like he belongs. You push the door as he turns to look at you, if he smiles at you any longer you might melt into a puddle.

“Should we…” your gaze falls to the floor, and with that see his socked feet; black with colorful polka dots. “Nice socks,”

“Thanks,” he grins. “It was a gift from a close friend,”

“You must really like socks then,”

“Among other things,”

His lashes flutter, eyes soft like clouds. It takes every ounce of your self control not to swoon, he feels like he ripped a whole out of your dreams and escaped.

“So, bedroom?”

Your voice gives away how nervous you are, you almost breathe out a sigh of relief when Santi shakes his head. You still have no idea what to do. And you already feel vulnerable as it is, you’d probably bust a vein if you also stripped in front of him.

“Loving the enthusiasm but maybe we should talk a bit first,” his eyes linger on the couch. “I still don’t know what you want yet,”

He sits and you follow his trail, sitting on the armchair across from the couch.

“I thought I already said it on the phone,” you whine, thoughts swirling. “Please don’t make me say it again, I’m already plenty embarrassed,”

“Don’t be,” his stern tone takes you by surprise, he leans, arms resting above his knees as he stares you directly in the eyes. “There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed, it’s completely normal,”

“Really?”

Santi grins, eyes sparkling.

“If it wasn’t Pope’s would be closed already,”

“I guess you’re right,” a faint chuckle falls from your lips and upon hearing the sound he leans back, getting more comfortable. “So what do you want to know?”

“Things you enjoy during intercourse,” he thoughtfully rubs his chin. “Kinks, fetishes, anything you can think of. If you want to roleplay or not, anything,”

“Anything?”

“Well, there are a couple of things I say no to but I don’t think you’re going to say any of them, but if you do I’ll let you know,”

He winks and your lungs nearly explode. You rapidly blink at him, lowering your gaze, you think about his question. In terms of kinks you actually hadn’t tried out many, you’re curious about a lot of things but never knew how to ask for them. Exhaling, you fiddle with your fingers and look up, your cheeks aflame.

“I always wanted to try…BDSM stuff but I don’t know if I’ll actually like it,”

This seems to spike his interest, the curve of his eyebrow reaches all the way to his hairline, lips curling mischievously.

“Have you tried anything before? Bondage, blindfold, or whatever?”

“Uh…not really,” you nervously chew your bottom lip, legs squeezing together. “I never really brought it up before and my ex, well, he didn’t seem to be that interested. He tried to finger me, well not really, just attempted to rub my clit from over…my underwear, it kinda hurt actually, hated it. It's fine when I do it but maybe I just don't like it when others do it. So I’m not sure if I’ll even like the things I think about,”

“Sounds like an asshole,”

Santi’s sudden change in demeanor takes you by surprise. He seems actually angry, but also, slightly surprised by your sudden burst of honesty. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You didn’t want to overshare, or upset him. Before you can apologize he cuts you off.

“We can try the things you’re curious about, we’ll start slow, obviously, and establish a safeword,” he looks you up and down. “Do you know what a safeword is?”

“I do,”

“Good girl,”

Your heart skips a beat or two, a gasp parting your lips, you stare at him wide-eyed. He glows at your reaction, sucking in his bottom lip, he brings his perfect teeth on top of it.

“You like that?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll let you pick the safeword,”

“How about….” your eyes drag back to his feet. “Socks?”

He snorts, and you grin, “Socks? You’re unbelievable, how about the word for slowing down?”

“Curtain,”

Turning his head, he looks at the dark red curtains you own, then shrugs.

“Fine by me. Do you have any idea what you want to try?”

“Not really…sorry,”

“You don’t need to apologize,” his smile grows soft and it seems like he wants to reach out to you but decides against it at the last minute. “What is it that sparked your interest?”

You shrug, “I don’t know– I guess the idea of someone taking care of me, having control and knowing what’s best for me. I just, don’t really want to think, if that makes sense–”

“Loud and clear. I have a general idea of what you need, unless you have anything specific in mind?”

When he shoots you a questioning gaze, you shake your head and he nods.

“Okay then, we can get started, if you’re ready,”

When he gets up and extends a hand, you’re sweating buckets, beads of perspiration coating your skin. You look up to see his calm expression, a soft smile and adoring eyes, you take the offered limb and lead him to the bedroom.

Your stomach still churns with anxiety but as his fingers squeezes around yours, you know that he’s got you.

“Strip and lay on the bed,”

You didn’t expect the mood to change so suddenly. His harsh tone sends a shiver down your spine, wetness spreading between your legs. While he isn’t looking at you, Santi starts to unbutton his shirt, and when he notices you’re frozen with a slight tremor to your hands, he walks up to you and cups your cheeks. You lean into his touch, heart stammering as you close your eyes.

His lips find yours. It’s tender, soft and when he licks your mouth for permission, you greedily open wide for him. A moan seeps into the kiss, taking the opportunity your open mouth provides, he licks your tongue, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Your heart swells. It’s been so long since you’ve been kissed, and it never felt like this. Santi pulls away, lips glistening and eyes full of understanding.

“Do you still want to do this?”

You breathe out, “Yes,”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Socks,”

He can’t help the way a giggle rattles his chest, the melody reaching your ears. Leaning in, Santi playfully rubs his nose against yours.

“Strip for me then,” he hums. “I need to rectify a wrong,”

You want to ask what he means by that, but deciding that you’ll find out soon enough, you head to the bed, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake. Still feeling a bit self conscious, you leave your underwear and bra on. You also have an ulterior motive, you secretly want him to be the one to remove the last articles of clothing. You seem to get your message across. He licks his lips, left only in his boxer shorts, he crawls between your legs.

You don’t know what to expect when he slides your underwear down your legs and throws it to the floor. You certainly don’t know what to expect when his mouth inches closer to your begging heat, wet and wanting.

You’ll never forget the moment his tongue languidly slides between your folds.

“Oh fuck–”

Your back arches, mind and body confused, your fingers clutch the sheets. His lips close around your folds, tongue deep inside as his hands steady your thrashing. You barely hear him letting out a satisfied hum, the vibrations shooting a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. It’s mind numbing. Amazing. His tongue is pure sin, soft and velvety. You’re lowkey pissed this is the first time you’re feeling so good. Santi relentlessly mouths at your core, lapping up every ounce of slick that makes its way out of you. Your finger finds the back of his head, pulling at the soft curls. He parts for you and you whine, hips wiggling up as you beg for him to go on.

Disapproving, Santi clicks his tongue. He peels your hand away from his head, and sends you a warnful gaze.

“Behave,”

“Y-Yes–” between your lustful haze you gasp out a word you don’t expect. “–Sir,”

You have no idea where that came from but he doesn’t question it, instead, when you pull your hand back up to your hip, he breathes out a kiss into your inner thigh. He sucks in your clit and flicks his tongue, you let out a sharp exhale, eyes squeezing shut. It’s only been what, ten minutes? You’re about to cum all over him.

He looks up at you with half lidded eyes, you feel him smiling as he flattens the wet muscle, dragging it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. However, nothing prepares you for his fingers. Your whole body jolts when he traces your entrance with two thick digits, playfully pushing only the tip in. Before you know it, your hand is buried deep in his hair once again.

This time Santi yanks it away, and before you know it his face is hovering an inch above from yours, both your hands pinned above your head, his lips damp and swollen. You swallow upon seeing the annoyance lingering in his eyes, legs trembling with heat building between them.

“Didn’t I just say to behave?” he snarls, pupils dilated.

Something mischievous rolls in your gut, with a sudden surge of bravery, you challenge his angry gaze with your own.

“So? What are you going to do about it?”

It’s so minimal, the flare you see in his eyes, slightly widening. If you’d blinked, you would’ve missed it.

“Don’t tempt me, cariño,” he leans closer, breath ghosting across your burning skin. “Are you sure you want to play this game?”

A moment of pause. He’s giving you a moment to object, to use the safeword. You don’t. Instead, you wiggle your arms, trying to peel away from his iron grasp. His lips twist into a devious smirk, the tip of his tongue darting out to touch the edge of his teeth.

“Alright, let’s play then,”

The air is forcibly pushed out of your lungs when you find yourself flipped over to your stomach. His hands moving across your body, you find your knees tucked under your thighs, hands held behind your back. He shifts behind you, holding your wrists with one hand, he leans off of the bed and scoops something off the floor. You feel the soft fabric of his shirt wrapping around your wrists, keeping them completely in place.

Santi’s chest is flushed against your back when he whispers in your ear.

“Look at you, all nicely wrapped, the perfect present,”

You struggle against the binds, a groan rattling in your chest as you figure you won’t be getting out of them anytime soon. With a huff, you bury your face into the pillows.

“Not fair,” your voice comes muffled. “It’s not my fault if it feels good, it’s my first time,”

He coos, and rubs the small of your back, “I know, baby. I know. And that’s precisely why I need you to stay put,”

His sinful mouth finds you again. Slurps and groans fill the bedroom. You feel incredibly self conscious as he parts your cheeks but it all fades away with his tongue plunging deep into your core. With two fingers, he draws quick, small circles around your clit, making your body sing with pleasure. Turning your head, you attempt to breathe in a bit of oxygen, but all of it leaves you at the same time when you moan out his name, again and again and again.

“Fuck– Fuck, Santi…” you whine, pushing into him. A warning growl rips from his throat. “S-Sorry it just feels,” you gasp. “It feels so good, I-I think I’m gonna actually cum,”

Spit dribbles from the corners of your lips and wets the pillow underneath. You want to look at him, watch him eat you out like a starved man but you can’t. The fog lifts only for a moment when he stops, only to press his lips into you again, the bed begins to sway, only a bit, a rocking sensation if you will. You attempt to mouth out a question, but cry out instead.

“Not yet,” he rasps into you, the rocking of the bed picks up. “Wait for me a bit more baby, just a bit more,”

Wait for him? What– Wait–

“Are you–” you’re cut off by your own moan caused by an especially harsh pinch on your abused clit. The pain makes you tingle with pleasure, eyes rolling back, you forget your question. You start to beg. “Please, sir, please let me cum– I need to cum, please please please,”

“Hold it in,”

The melodic tone of his voice only electrifies you. Tears build up in your eyes as your cunt flutters around him, slick dripping down your thighs. The pleasure buzzes in your ears, body screaming for you to cum, you’re trying to hold it back, you’re trying to be good, his good girl. Fuck–

“Cum. Now.”

Before you can even process the words, your body obeys.

It’s blinding. Breath stopping. Your body tenses, cunt gushing around his tongue and fingers. Your arms forces against the binds made of his shirt, cloth digging into your skin as your body starts to spasm. Both of your moans mix together, composing the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard. Santi’s eccentric pace becomes slow, sensual. Tongue lazily lapping up everything you have to offer, he eases you down from the high of your ecstasy. You take heavy breaths, head spinning, You breathe out a languid moan, muscles still throbbing with the buzz of pleasure.

Santi pulls away and you drop to the side, luckily you’re too gone to actually feel embarrassed from falling. You hear his low hum of a chuckle as he crawls closer to you, he unties his shirt from your wrists and gently kneads your biceps.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah,”

You know that this is just service he provides, but you can’t help but reach out to him, he obliges with a smile and nestles between your arms, kissing your neck gently. A broken sigh falls from your damp lips, he huddles closer, body snug against your own. Mimicking him, you come closer too, your bare thigh grazing against his clothed cock. You still and he looks up to you, brows knitted together. His confusion grows when a grin spreads across your face.

“Did you cum?” you ask, eyes bright and shiny.

He clears his throat, lips curling up into an amused smile. Leaning in, he teases your earlobe with his tongue.

“I might’ve,”

“Never would have pegged you as someone to be this quick,” you tease, hand sliding between your bodies, you cup his cock, a subtle moan leaving you as you feel how wet he is. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s hot as hell,”

“Don’t get cocky,”

He crashes your lips together, large hands cupping your chest and pulling you even closer against the firm frame of his body. His fingers tease your nipples, rolling and pulling them. Your skin tingles, and you whine into the kiss, hips grinding against him. Santi’s lips never leave your own as he lifts himself and pulls you underneath. Your palm still snug against his length, you feel him hardening again.

Surprised, you break the kiss, a heavy laughter trembling in your chest. With a wide smile, he grins.

“Told you,”

“You’re full of surprises,”

“I am,” he stops for a moment, looking to the side, he looks back at you, seemingly unsure. “Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want to, or if you feel worn out, ”

“Oh, I’m definitely good for round two,” you purr, brushing your lips against his. “Make me feel whole again,”

“Fuck, alright– Let me go get a condom really quick,”

Santi gets up and you realize that you haven’t had the time to properly observe his temple of a body. His back muscles flex as he dips down and grabs his pants, hurriedly searching the pockets for that colorful piece of packaging. The boxers he wears hugs his ass, leaving little imagination to the eye, you’re certain Santi would look good in everything, but right now you think he looks the best naked. He turns on his heel, his chest firm, a bit of fat around his belly but still defined. Eyes going lower, you see his fully erect cock, the darkened tip peeking out of his waistband. You bite the inside of your cheek as you inside clench around nothing, you can’t wait for him to fill you up.

Before you know it, Santi’s between your legs again, rolling the condom down his impressive length. He’s so thick, thicker than you imagined he would be. Santi notices your gaze, lips playfully pulling up.

“You think you can take me baby girl? Where’s that confidence from before?”

“O-Oh…it’s still there just a bit,” you clear your throat. “Shocked,”

“Word?”

“Socks,”

“Good girl,”

Purring like a cat, you part your arms, allowing him to bury his face into the crook of your neck as he slants himself between your thighs. You adore feeling him this close, his warmth making your heart stutter. He nudges your entrance, slowly pushing in. Your whimpers spiral into moans and he drowns out the noises by claiming your lips. The stretch is addictive, the tingle of being spread wide by someone who knows what he’s doing makes your eyes roll back. Santi inhales you as he pulls back, eyes searching your face. You flutter around him, with the mere sensation of his cock, you grind your hips.

“You good?”

“Yeah,”

“Can I move?”

“Please, sir,”

He growls into your skin, the vibration seeping into your body, it makes you tremble as well. When Santi starts to move, all you can do is hold on to him, nails biting into his skin as he slides in and out of you with precision. He breathes raggedly into your flesh, cock hitting your deepest parts with every thrust. You feel as if you can’t control your body, it arches, bends, curls but your brain is completely mush, only pleasure ringing inside. With your moans and whines growing in volume, Santi starts to slam his hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin spurs you on further. You scream his name, breathing and panting curse words without knowing. Your heart swells, he makes you feel so good. His thrusts, deep, lasting. You can’t breathe, eyes squeezed shut as the bed rocks into the wall. Your cunt clenched around him, the coil inside you tightens, ready to burst but he’s still going. It feels like he can go on like this for hours. Fuck–

You hug him tighter, if possible, teeth finding his shoulder, you bite into him. You don’t even know where you are anymore. All you can feel is him. His scent, his body, his sounds. Nothing else.

“Fuck fuck– Santi– ‘Love you–”

Your eyes shoot wide open, you see him staring at you, he doesn’t look mad, or weirded out. But still, the panic overwhelms the pleasure, you flail, tears quickly building in your eyes.

“You love me?” he mutters, one eyebrow elegantly raised.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to– I didn’t–”

Santi doesn’t slow down, in fact his hips speed up. He sees your glossy eyes and leans to kiss them both, you feel the throb of his cock, and another moan quickly replaces your frantic apologies.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you, mouthing the words into your cheek. “It’s normal. Say whatever you want, it only means that I’m making you feel good. You’re not the only one,”

Your heart feels like it might stop at any moment, “I’m not?”

“No,” he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses as he dips between your breasts. He mouths against them, tongue playfully licking the salt of your skin. “So just let go,”

And you do just that.

Letting your head fall back, you revel at the way he draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Your chest heaves with his every shattering thrust, his hand slides between your wet bodies and finds your clit. He rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers. Hallowing his cheeks, he grazes his teeth around your nipple, you chant his name, a string of curses following right after. You have no idea what else you might be saying, you might’ve asked his hand in marriage at this point but you don’t care. You let go. You forget the shop, the insecurities, the loneliness and you just feel.

It doesn’t take Santi long to wind you up, dangling you off the edge, the heat builds and builds, so much so that it feels like it’s burning. Something besides pleasure swells inside you, something’s coming, you bite back your moans, and slap his back.

“What is it?” he pants, voice dripping with lust but still full of concern. “Do you want to use the safeword?”

You furiously shake your head, your lips part with a gasp.

“It’s– I’m going to cum but– It’s too much, I’m–”

He presses his lips into your ear, you listen to his breathing, steady and slow, the slide of his cock and move of his fingers rips another groan from you.

“Let go,”

Your cunt gushes around him like it never has before, it’s more intense than the first time, it makes you cry, beg. The squelching becomes louder, you’re still coming. He sings a moan into your skin, your cunt throbs at the sound of his voice, it reminds you of the caramel you make. Santi’s movements slow, fast thrust shifting into soft rolls of his hips. Your breath hitches every time his pelvis grazes against your sensitive clit. He pulls you from your dazed state with a soft kiss, both hands coming to lay on each side of your face, thumbs stroking lovingly.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you inhale a deep breath. “Did…did you?”

A soft chuckle vibrates across your lips, he nuzzles your nose. “I did,”

You fight the urge to call him back when he pulls away, you haven’t realized how secure you felt under his weight. However, you really need to initiate a war against your inner demons when he lifts himself off of the bed. Carefully removing the condom, he ties the end into a knot and turns to you.

“Bathroom?”

“First door on the left,”

You lay back down as he leaves, hands and arms sprawled above the sheets. Your mind begins to clear, kind of, closing your eyes you can still feel how he felt plowing into you. The fact this is a service is both a pro and a con. A con, because he can’t stay. A pro, because you can call him and ask him over anytime you want to. Well, not really. Maybe once a month, all your money goes to the shop and rent, you wouldn’t be able to hire him.

You’re surprised at his return, his right hand holding a wet washcloth and the other holding a glass of water. The bed dips under his weight and he grins at your confusion, the towel gently cleaning the mess between your legs.

“What? Did you think I just left?”

“I didn’t,” he gives you a look of disbelief and you giggle. “I didn’t really!”

“Good,” his eyes scan your body, observing every patch of skin. “Does anywhere particularly hurt? Aches?”

“No,”

“How do you feel? Mentally?”

“That’s good too, feel very light,”

You don’t miss the way he hisses out a breath of relief, “Great,” he checks the watch you hadn’t realized he’s been wearing. “We still have ten minutes,”

Suddenly you can hear the imaginary clock ticking, maybe you weren’t alright after all.

“Cuddle?”

His smile is wide, kind, soft. You swear you melt into the sheets. Letting the used towel fall to the floor, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest. You listen to his heartbeat, steady, safe.

“And you thought that you wouldn’t like it when others did it,” he chimes gleefully, quoting you when you opened up about your bad experience with your ex. “It looked like you enjoyed my fingers just fine,”

The soft baritone of his voice soothes you, your eyes flutter close, a pleased hum parting from your lips.

“I did,” you smile into his chest. “Thank you, this was just what I needed,”

“It was my pleasure, cariño. Literally.”

The last thing you feel is his hand slowly dragging across your body, fingers rubbing your worn out wrists.

Best money you’ve ever spent.

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hyperfixationstati0n · 10 months

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Hiii I saw your post about ideas and I’ve got one. What about a spencer hurt/comfort with him supporting female or gn reader who is going through a rough time with anxiety and existence. Just an idea 🫶🏻

an: yes i love this!! i think it’s more just comfort but i tried lmaooo (also thank you this is my first request so i’m very excited ilysm)

Pairing: Spencer x gn!reader

Content warnings: Anxiety/panic attack, this is also kind of unedited so please forgive spelling or grammar errors

word count: 718

You were driving home from work to yours and Spencer’s shared apartment. Surprisingly, both you and Spencer would be able to spend some time together, a rare thing for a Wednesday evening. You had never had a partner with such a serious job as being a profiler, and especially not one that took him away from you most nights. Leaving work, you were excited to see him, but now your breathing was labored and your hands were shaking ever so slightly on the wheel.

You didn’t know where this fit of anxiety had came from, but that was usually the case. It was most likely a mix of having a stressful day at work, and having not seen the man you loved for almost five days. You try to soothe yourself as you pull your car to a stop in front of your apartment building. You didn’t want Spencer to worry-he had just gotten home from a case, and you were both so excited to spend time together. You almost felt as though you didn’t want to ruin it-you didn’t know when you’d have a night like this again.

You continue taking deep breaths and attempting to steady your shaking hands, but it was no use. You slowly opened the door, where you saw Spencer immediately jumping up from the couch to meet you. Obviously you were glad to see him, but in the moment you were so overwhelmed you couldn’t match his energy.

He walked over to you as you silently put your bag and keys down, and slipped off your shoes, tucking them away. This confused Spencer, usually when you were reunited after days of being away, you were all over him. His thoughts immediately went to the worst.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you alright?” He says in the same comforting tone you often found solitude in.

But you just looked at him, the anxiety you were trying to hide now clearly displayed on your face. His expression was one of concern, which only made you feel worse. He reaches a hand out for you, and before you can even protest or say anything, he pulls you into a hug. You hesitantly wrap your arms around him too, letting your guard down and finally releasing the panicked emotions you had been holding in since you left work.

He held you for a long time, rubbing slow circles on your back and kissing the top of your head. Every once in awhile he would whisper something along the lines of “Shhh, it’s ok, i’m right here.”

Your head was pressed against his chest, and you tried to use the rhythm of his breathing to call your own. When you’re calmed down enough to form words again you look up at him.

“Hi.” You whisper with a weak smile.

“Hi.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you alright, love?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, i’m sorry. I just…my anxiety built up too much.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes as he says this. “How about we go watch a movie together, I have this really interesting old Russian film pulled up. I can translate it for you as we watch if you’d like?”

You laugh softly. Even though it didn’t sound like the most interesting thing in the world, just being curled up next to him was everything you wanted in that moment.

“I’d love that a lot. i’ll get changed and be right out.” You say, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Moments later, you’re cuddled up close to each other, your legs thrown over Spencer’s lap. As you watched this film, which actually turned out to be quite interesting for you, Spencer would whisper the english translation in your ear. You laid your head on his shoulder, feeling your worries and anxiety of the day melt away now that you were in the arms of the person you loved.

“I’m really glad that you’re home.” You whisper. His head turns to you, his thoughts broken out of the movie and translating for you. He smiles and kisses your forehead again-one of his many habits you loved.

“Me too.” He whispers back, before holding you even closer and diving back into the movie.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer x reader #x reader #spencer reid x reader #self insert #anon request #criminal minds fanfic

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soupbabe · 10 months

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THEO!! I don't think ive ever sent you a request before! But I had this idea and you're the first person that popped into my mind for it. I wanted to request a platonic lost boys fic or some hcs where the reader is basically like best friend to all the boys. If you're not down just let me know, no worries!! <3 LUV YOOOOOOU

Platonic! Lost Boys + Reader Headcanons

HI SLAASHER <33 THANK U SM FOR SENDING A REQUEST, ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY FAV BOYS !! ILYSM

Tagging: @rottent33th, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

- Regardless of Max's intentions, the boys have a natural brotherhood among each other. They live their lives supporting each other through their unconventional lifestyle

- So being friends with them means so much more than you might think. They're letting you into their small found family, you're a lost boy whether you want to or not

- An important note to remember when being their friend is that absolutely nothing is sacred. The boys are agents of chaos

- They love causing a scene, they love doing mind tricks, they'll push you to your limits because it's all in good fun to them

- But I do think that if you have specific boundaries and you hammer it into them, they'll respect it. You're not just some guy like Michael, you're their friend !!

- They share anything and everything with each other

- Literally if Marko takes your clothes, you will have to fight him to get it back. And you will not be getting it back all in one piece

- Sometimes he returns it to you and it's a completely new garment, with new embellishments and trimmed down or with added fabric to make it just his size.

- David is also the absolute worst when it comes to taking your things too. Especially when you're human.

- Complain and ask him to get it back? He's flying up above you and placing it on a high ledge, telling you that if you want it so bad that you should go up and get it already.

- Don't worry he'll give it back to you when you start forgetting that he even had it

- Oh yeah the boys are very touchy and affectionate with each other

- Expect friendly punches to the shoulders, sharing a motorcycle with the boys, and hugs.

- Paul shares his love through touch, he's the biggest hugger out of everyone

- He loves laying his head on everyone's shoulder and cuddling welcomes you to do the same to him

- Another very important value is that no one gets left behind, they all protect each other and you have to be willing to put up a fight for them

- Whether verbally or physically, you'll have to back them up

- Dwayne isn't that much of an active defender like Marko or Paul, but he uses his intimidating aura to ward off people who are bothering you.

- Literally ever since I got this request I've been thinking about you defending Laddie and Dwayne and that was the moment he decided to let you be his friend

- You all are a very tight knit group of people. There's an "us against the world" vibe with the Lost Boys and they take that sentiment to heart

- Once you become one of them, you get a family for a lifetime ♡

#the lost boys 1987 #The Lost Boys x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #horror x reader #platonic x reader #platonic headcanons

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yuyusuyu · 4 months

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omg hi i just stalked your entire profile, i love your writing so much!! and i look forward to seeing your future works as well~ i've noticed you interact with a lot of people, so i wanted to ask if you could maybe ship your moots with an atz and what their trope would be :>

hello anon ! thank you so much for enjoying what i write, it means a lot to me~~ <333 and hehehe, sure ! i thought about this a lot and decided to do it with the people i feel like i've talked to enough to get a feel of their personality !! also i am sosososo sorry that i took so long in answering !! uni is terrible and i just redid this multiple times because my lovely moots deserve the most detailed description of whatever i conjure up for them and who i ship them with 👿🤞🏼🙌🏼

@ad0rechuu and yunho — opposites attract ! zerooo is such a lovely person!! she's so supportive and she honestly reminds me of home! she reminds me of when i would wrap myself up in a blanket during winter tbhh hehehhehe since i've noticed zero is pretty calming and chill (but you have a goofy side as well! im always laughing whenever you send your memes HAHZHAJSJ). and yunho is such a goofball, not like absolutely crazy energetic/chaotic. but the two of you have differing personalities (but not like 100% different!) that would compliment each other so well like puzzle pieces!! (ZERO MY WIFEEEE ILYSM MWAH MWAH MWAH 😓🫶🏼)

@sanhwaism and seonghwa — childhood friends to lovers ! MY CUTIE PATOOTIE DEAREST AND LOVELIEST RIA 😓 i love ria smsmsmsmsm !! ria is such a sweet and lovely and caring person ughhh she is someone that you would want to protect and keep in your pocket at all times !! from the the times we've spoken, i felt like i had known her for a long time and that's why childhood friends to lovers trope would fit her and seonghwa ! seonghwa and ria would have those inside jokes that would make people go all like ?! what are they talking about ?! after seeing them start laughing,, and they'd be the type to suddenly appear at each other's door at one in the morning with takeout and be all like, "hey! i got us some breakfast!" so goofy and cute 😭

@jaehunnyy and san — academic rivals to lovers ! CHIPPIE MY LOVE MY EVERYTHING 🤍 you and san give academic rivals to lovers ! i feel like you and san would have a healthy dynamic though, like you guys would try to one up the other, tease each other and whatnot ! you guys wouldn't hate each other, but you aren't exactly friends either~~~ until many study dates/hang outs later san confesses to you while you're about to fall asleep in the library (it happened, your honor. i saw it WITH MY OWN EYES) !! anyways. you and san give healthy academic rivals to lovers vibes and i approve of it. youre so cute and funny and cheerful, and san would just look at you with heart eyes whenever you talk. HEART EYES. CUTE CUTE CUTE 🤞🏼🫶🏼

@dairyminki and san — next door neighbors ! ELLE, THE APPLE OF MY EYE, HIII (i miss you sosososo much; i hope you're doing well my dear) !! you and san would be next neighbors for foreverrr ! to the point where each other's parents would make you walk next door to give them food that your family that day 😭 and you and san would be like polite to each other, walk to and from school each other (it's an unspoken agreement!), just super like... unofficial friends IJFIA and honestly it just naturally turns into more from just being neighbors to friends, friends to best friends and then best friends to lovers! all giggles and shy glances at each other, holding hands and talking and literally spending your time with each other because hello you guys are literally living next to each other

@seonghwaddict and yunho — second chance romance ! LILOOOO MY BAEEEE 🫶🏼🫶🏼 you and yunho are very second chance romance as in you two had a very nice relationship during high school but broke up because the two of you got into two different unis NAURR 💔 BUT DONT WORRY ! years later you visit your hometown and bump into yunho ?! and you keep bumping into him ?! it's like the universe wants you back together ?! and maybe you two never dated anyone after each other because you two still have feelings for one another ?! and then one day you find yunho at your parents' doorstep ?! and he's professing he's undying love to you ?! and then it's like you two never broke up in the first place

HELP ME I REALLY WROTE WHOLE ASS SCENARIOS FOR THIS 😭 the way i've had this in my drafts since august... AUGUST.... goodbye.

#꒰✉️꒱ asks !#anon im so sorry 😭😭😭#AND MY CUTIE PATOOTIE MOOTS I LOVE YALL SM #MWAH MWAH 😽😽😽

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jahayla-parker · 10 months

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Premiere Pride : Freddy Carter x Reader SMAU

Descr: Social media AU of Freddy’s girlfriend attending the S&B Season 2 Premiere. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, and Freddy’s gorgeousness might melt your phones, otherwise it’s all just fluff. 💜

Freddy’s Story

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: Freddy, I’m so insanely proud of you! You more than deserve everything you are getting to experience tonight ❤️ #sabseason2premiere

Photo credit: @/benbarnes

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freddycarter1: truly honored to have you on my arm tonight darling 😘 thank you for always supporting me xxx

kittheyounger: wonder what could cause that smoulder 🤔 x

freddycarter1: the sight in front of me was too beautiful 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: 🥹❤️

lbardugo: thank you Freddy for being our Kazzle Dazzle 🖤

shadowandbone: he’s a star 🤩

benbarnes: you know I took this photo cause he was checking you out, right? 😂😉

yourusername: I didn’t until I saw Kit and Freddy’s comments 🥹 but he’s so pretty, I love that smile ❤️

freddycarter1: it’s all yours darling xxx

Freddy’s Story

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yourusername: I’ll never get enough of these two! In case you hadn’t noticed, tonight I’m tagging along with my beautiful best friend and my beautiful boyfriend while they walk the red carpet for the S&B season 2 premiere! I’m so v proud; love you both sm!😘

p.s. full disclosure, the carpet is actually black 🤫

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freddycarter1: another great photo taken by my beautiful girlfriend 😘

daniellegalligan_: babe, ilysm! ❤️

yourusername: I love you more D🥰

daniellegalligan_: more than Freddy? 👀

yourusername: Danniiii, let’s not do this, hmm?😂

freddycarter1: that’s a no 😏

yourusername: Freddyyy, that was not a no🙄

daniellegalligan_: so it’s a yes? 😏

yourusername: I didn’t say that either 🙄

freddycarter1: it was a yes or no question sweetheart x 🤔

daniellegalligan_: yeah, so, what’s the answer?👀❤️

yourusername: I changed my mind, I hate you both 😒

sabcrows: i think your friendship with Dani while dating Freddy really helped them form that on screen sibling-like rivalry bond their characters have 🙂

yourusername: As much as I’d like up take the credit for such an amazing thing, they’re both phenomenal at their jobs; what you’re seeing in Nina and Kaz’s dynamic is all due to raw talent from these two 🤗

shadowandbone: classy 😊

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: eternally proud of everyone on that stage, you all look great and this season is unreal 🤩❤️ honored to be here to witness this!

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freddycarter1: no one else I’d rather have as my guest tonight 😘

daniellegalligan_: so glad you could make it xxx

kittheyounger: Season 2, let’s go! 🙌

amitasuman_: ❤️ thank you for helping me with my wardrobe snafu

yourusername: I’ve got you girl, always 🥰

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freddycarter1: cheesing the night away 🖤

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yourusername: that smile 😍 (also, KANEJ!)

freddycarter1: 🥹 xx

netflix: the crows and their creator ✨

lbardugo: my little family ❤️

benbarnes: looking good everyone! 🖤

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shadowandbone: Freddy answers some questions on the carpet of the season 2 premiere!

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yourusername: My brunch boy x 🧇

freddycarter1: ❤️

benbarnes: how long did it take you to actually hear his answers? I could hear you playing the clip like 8 times 😂

yourusername: I was a bit distracted..😍 can you really blame me? 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1: 😂 you’re insane, ily xxx

kittheyounger: Freddy is the King of brunch

jacktwolfe: 🥰

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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i can't help it i want you

submission for: @cirigiri 's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — iwaizumi hajime — the friend’s husband) (basically parts 1 and 2 were to be one post but I divided them into two and thus submitting both ^_^), late Father's Day post, DILF Appreciation Day, AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june {and yes, part 2 is here <3 check out part 1 here and part 3 will be posted during kinktober :') }

features: friend's husband!dilf!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) (both of them are separated) | song: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd | wc: 3500 | part 1 | part 3

summary: After Hajime Iwaizumi and you separated from your respective partners because of them having an affair with each other, you two had gotten closer and were helping each other recover. Then, one night caused the both of you to almost kiss, and you two realized that you wanted each other instead. As Hajime comes to your apartment with the intention of talking the feelings out of you, your bodies, however, wanted to communicate in a different way.

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume (ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers (not much 'cause everything's mentioned in part 1, but surely iwa's aged up), mentions of consumption of alcohol, dubcon ('cause it's drunk sex), both iwa and reader have been separated from their partners but not divorced yet, so technically, infidelity?, use of sex toy (vibrator), dry humping, pussyjob, cowgirl, cervix fucking (if you squint), oral sex(m! and f! receiving, but not 69), facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink (maybe?), edging, orgasm denial, mating press, doggystyle, squirting, i love you is said during sex, creampie, iwa being a masseuse as the end <;33 please lmk if i've missed any tags

a/n: it took me almost a couple whole nights but i finally wrote it. thank you so so much for your support for part 1 and i hope you're excited to read this part <;33 also, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated <3

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that Hajime’s birthday was coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter’s sake, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Around the same time, in another corner of Tokyo, Hajime couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning with guilt gripping him because he was also thinking about the other night where you two were about to kiss each other. He had thought of the college days for a moment, especially when he first met you and winked at you when he noticed you staring at his shorts, and his heart started thumping as he thought of you. He sat and thought to himself of the time he told you that he was in love with your best friend, Serena Mendoza. It was now that he understood the way your face twitched, the way your expressions suddenly changed from a cheerful smile to that of a frown.

It was now that he understood why he was the one who called you more often, whereas the number of calls from your end dwindled. It wasn’t because you were not considering him a friend, it was because he was more than a friend to you, and because you couldn’t have him, you chose to keep your guard up. He thus realized that you were wanting him all along, and it was during this time that he realized that he had to be with you. So he ran to his Mustang, started the car, and drove to your apartment.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy lingerie under Hajime’s volleyball jersey that was oversized for you, but you loved it anyway. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror with the jersey, your mind then drifted to the time you tried on his jersey and told him that you were keeping it, and he scoffs and replies, “you can keep it, I have extras anyway,” much to your delight. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was also muttering under his breath how you were looking even more beautiful than Serena with his jersey on. As you then admired yourself in the bedroom mirror, you then hopped onto the bed, opened your bedside drawer to find your vibrator, turned it on, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increased the speed.

Upon reaching your apartment, he immediately took half a dozen beer bottles from the cooler in the trunk, opened two of them, and chugged them immediately. He was unaware as to why he was doing this, but something told him that he was scared of meeting you sober. At the same time, it had been a couple of minutes where you were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace, who was wearing a teal t-shirt and grey sweatpants, mumbled in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He then took your cheeks to bring you closer and began kissing you.

10th June 2021. Midnight

As you two cupped each other's cheeks, and raked nails through each other's hair, you were acquainting yourself with the taste of each other’s lips, having been touch-starved for too long. While according to you, his lips felt warm and caramelly, just like the beer he had, to him, your lips were cool and sweet like Merlot. You walked backwards as he walked forward; you were lost in each other, as he hurriedly locked the door behind you with one hand without wasting a moment. Both of you then dashed toward the living room and he placed you gently on the couch before coming on top of you, kissing hard. You both sucked on each other's bottom lip, swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control until he stopped you, purred out your name, and nuzzled into your chest.

Sensing that he's been feeling dizzy, you got off the couch, picked Hajime by his arm and took him to your bed to let him rest. As you were turning away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, sliding his hand under your shirt and groping you. You wanted to swat his hand away, but as his hand cupped one of your clothed mounds, fondling it while fiddling with the lacy material of the brassiere, you not only liked the fact that his slightest touch caressed your skin, but were craving for more. So you silently unhooked your bra, took off the straps, and pulled the bra from under your shirt, discarding it; this caused you to feel his callous fingers playing with your nipples. You bit back your moans and turned them into whimpers as you climbed atop him, aligning your clothed cunt with his bulge and grinding along it.

You noticed the silent whimpers that came out of his mouth as he moaned “oh baby” in the air, your eyes rolling back in response. How often had you been thinking of him, you thought to yourself, it’d probably been a while since thoughts of him had died down, but you had especially been thinking of him ever since the separation. Regardless of the chaos surrounding you, it was at this very moment that it became apparent to you: nothing mattered anymore but Hajime Iwaizumi. You wanted him in every way possible, and especially, inside you.

As you kept on grinding, you felt your wetness pool inside your panties, as both of your moans were echoing in the room. So, you put his hands away and took off your panties, with only the oversized shirt still on you, and you quickly peeled his track pants and boxers off him, his cock springing free on his abdomen hard. Then you climbed on top of him and grinded your cunt against his length, with your wetness serving as lube, causing him to open his eyes and look at you lustfully. He then whispered softly, enough for you to hear, “For how long have you been wanting me, (y/n)?” You leaned forward with your stomachs touching each other and muttered, “Ever since I first met you, Hajime. I want you more. I don’t want him. I want you, I always did. I can’t help it.”

As he rasped into your ear, “Oh baby-” he picked you up from your hips, aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you finally had him in you, moaning his name out as you grind against him. He hugged you, bringing you forward, and you two enveloped in another steamy, sloppy kiss. He then started thrusting his cock into you, causing you to release yourself from the kiss and lose all sense of inhibition as he smacked your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his length hard. Both your cries echo in the room as the sound of your skin slapped alongside his girthy cock, eventually bottoming out and reaching your cervix, making your sensitive cunt twitch as you feel chills rushing down your spine.

As he hugged you again and sucked on your nipples while thrusting into you, you started seeing stars. You thought of nothing else except for the number of times you wanted him to be rough to you, because you wanted to make up for the lost time between the both of you. Suddenly, one of his thrusts jolted you so hard that you were overstimulating. He brought your ear closer to you as he whispered, “cum for me, precious,” causing the coil in you to snap. Your essence started to drool down his length, and you’re immensely cockdrunk. As you slowed your pace and eventually stopped bouncing on him, you peeled yourself off of him, and then he spoke to you in a dominant tone: “On your knees, baby.” A switch turned on in your brain as you’re nodding and was about to get out of the bed when he lifted you up by your legs and carried you till he placed you on your knees.

You were now able to see his cock in its full glory. It was really girthy with the prominent vein on display and you’d imagined it to fill you up so well that you were already feeling empty inside. The tip looked pretty too, and as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, your tongue started swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby,” you cried out to him as he tilted his head in your direction and his gaze fixated on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his dick. You sucked it hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Hajime opened his mouth wide and his eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, giddy with pleasure. Pushing against his firm length, you began moving your lips up and down, back and forth. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpered, “but I’m about to make it better.” With a confused look on your face, he brought his hand and combed his fingers through your hair before fisting your locks and roughly bucking his hips into your mouth, ripping a loud moan from you with your gaze locked onto his. Hajime was so in awe of how you were taking him in his mouth, muttering, “oh baby, you take me in so good, I want you to be my good cocksleeve, only mine.”

His lips gaped open, his chest heaving, and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You continued to bob your head up and down as he pushed the tip of his cock first into your mouth, urging you to open your mouth wide, then he pushed it all the way to the back of your throat. Then, he slipped in further, with his head tilting back and him groaning as his length bottomed out inside your throat. He slowly pulled almost the way out and swiftly buried the entirety of his dick back down your throat over and over again. His lips tugged between his teeth and tilted his head backward for a split second, only to meet your lustful gaze again. He was in awe of how well you were deepthroating him… you really wanted this, and it was visible.

As he began increasing his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of your throat, you left out a couple of wanton moans that turned pornographic when one of your hands immediately snaked down to your clit, two of its fingers harshly rubbing them in time with his thrusts. You continued to bob your head in time with his brutal pace, sounds of gagging and blubbering mixing in with your moans, and your own eyes fluttered shut. He breathed, “(Y/N),” writhing into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair hard to keep your head to stay steady. He also noticed your other hand caressing his balls. He groaned, “baby, don’t cum right now, because as much as you’re taking me so well, I want you to cum on my cock.” As you nodded with a moaning response, he felt a buzz in his pockets. Hajime took one of his hands off your hair and fished his phone from his pocket, before seeing Mattsun’s contact name and number on the screen, calling him. With a sly smile, he said, “I’m going to be talking over the phone now, so don’t make any noise, or else,” causing you to hurriedly nod at him with a soft moan.

“Hi Mattsun, tell me,” Hajime responded, to which Mattsun and Makki shouted, enough for you to hear through the phone, “Happy birthday Iwaizumi!” He responded with a chuckle and thanked the both of them while he kept on fucking your face, bobbing your head up and down like he was fucking your cunt. Suddenly, in the midst of his conversation, your eyes rolled back and your clit twitched as the coil that ended up building inside you yet again snapped and you let out a soft pornographic moan. He looked down at you, and told both of his childhood friends, “Mattsun, Makki, I’ve got to hang up. Someone has to be taught a lesson.” Both of you were met with “ooohs” and “aaaahs” as he hung up the phone and threw it on to the bed, before he carried you by your waist and placed you on all fours in front of the mirror that was next to the window. You felt a sharp sting on your derriere as his palm met the skin with a couple of smacks. Groaning, “Why are you being so disobedient, huh?” he gripped your ass tight with his hands, bringing your overstimulated pussy closer to his mouth, and licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking on to your folds, with his tongue later thrusting into your core.

“Daddy, please let me cum, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please–” you couldn’t speak anymore as your hand fisted the sheets and the sounds of your moans kept on echoing across the room, with him slurping you and his hand reaching out for your clit, harshly rubbing it with two of his fingers. He stopped devouring you, his face wet with your arousal covering his nose, mouth and chin, and curtly instructed you, “look at yourself in the mirror while I keep eating you out. Also, get the vibrator for me.” As he loosened his grip on you while going back to eating you out, you laid flat on the bed and reached out for the vibrator. As you got the toy in your fingertips, he placed you in such a way that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass was up in the air, while still eating you out and your body facing the mirror in front of you. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and your eyes rolled back as you tried clenching your thighs, but he kept them far apart. He’d left you at his mercy as it is by refusing to let you cum, but by accidentally cumming for the second time, he was not letting you go until essentially, your essence spurted out of you.

“I’m going to enter inside you now, baby. Don’t lose eye contact with me or I’ll stop. I’m gonna celebrate my birthday by going rough with you, okay? Happy birthday to me,” he rasped as he pounded himself into you with an animalistic pace, harshly grabbing your hips. The way the bed creaked with both of your movements was a testament to how well he was rocking your body.

As he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed the vibrator from the bed with one hand with the other still on your ass and turned it on, placing its tip on your clit. The only thoughts in your mind were how Hajime's dick filled you up completely and stretched the walls of your pussy well, along with the vibrations from the toy, how all of it was driving you into a frenzy. Your core kept squelching and your broken moans were reverberating in his ears as if he was in a lustful daze. “Ha-Ha-Happy birthday baby,” you stuttered in between your moans while trying to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror, “it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

While his one hand was using the vibrator on you, his other hand left your hip to grip your head and pull your body to him, causing you to feel him even deeper, his balls hitting your folds as he went faster. Your sensitive spots were marked by his lips as they brushed against your neck. The coil in you built up again to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice becoming hoarse as you’d seemed to have moaned aloud a lot for the night. Sensing as you were about to lose control of your orgasm, he then whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me.” With one final thrust as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, you eventually started squirting, a clear fluid coming out of you, your body trembling and shuddering from the intensity of the sex. He grabbed hold of you and softly whispered, “You did so well for me, baby. But, we’re not done yet.”

He then placed you back on the mattress, face up, with your fucked-out face on display, having cummed twice and squirted once, and seemed to be unable to take anymore. However, it was all far from over, as he instructed you to fold your legs and he pushed your thighs closer to your chest with his hands, asking you to hold your legs by your knees, leaving your cunt vulnerable and open. He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and, intertwining both his fingers with yours, rammed his whole length into you in one go, bottoming himself out and reaching your g-spot, causing you to let out a shrill moan as he smiles at you, while eventually increasing his pace and strength as he thrust into you. He leaned forward as he kept on rutting into you, stuffing his cock deeper into your now very sensitive cunt, and his lips brushed against yours, enveloping in a sloppy kiss with your tongues swirling around each other. He released himself from the kiss, totally dazed and pussydrunk, and whispered into your ear, “I love you, baby.”

For a moment, you sobered up, as you realized that in addition to being cockdrunk, you finally heard what you’ve been needing to hear from him. You then moaned out your response, “Haji, I–I love you too, I always have,” as he kept on rutting into you, now with his eyes open, realizing that you two just confessed your feelings while being in a lustful daze. You two kept going at it as he whispered into your ear, “Baby, don’t you think this is a good chance for our kids to have another sibling? Wouldn’t that be nice?” You couldn’t respond because all you kept doing was moaning, but the thought of having his baby suddenly turned you on more, so you whimpered and responded, “Yes, daddy, please fill me up. Want you to fill me up,” causing him to rut into you harder, and he whispered again, “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby, and make you a mom again.” This caused you to nod and moan out his name until a couple of sloppy thrusts later, you let out one sharp scream. With one final thrust, the inner walls of your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him dry as he unloaded all his seed into you, still thrusting slowly to make sure all of it stayed inside you.

10th June 2021. 2:30am

He pulled out and noticed the product of your love oozing out of your pretty little cunt, and smiled. Once he released your thighs, he massaged them with his fingers, pressing every finger onto the pressure points, causing you to feel great relief. Afterwards, he crawled to the other side of the bed and cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing your face closer and kissing you on your lips. As he pulled out of the kiss, he softly spoke, “I meant every word of what I told you, baby. I love you.” You caressed his cheek and softly replied, “so did I Hajime. I–” you were interrupted by a ping on your phone. As you reached out for it on your bedside table, both your eyes widened in shock as you see the message flashed on the phone screen and your mouth gaped wide at the sender’s name:

Tooru Oikawa: We need to talk. About you and Iwa-chan. We know.

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