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reaegis · 1 year
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casey is mexican of course he likes dragon ball too.
here, some rise boys too!!
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this last one is a bit old, i made it right after sending @fabuloustrash05 that one ask! thought i should tag you, sorry if it bothers you
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numetalpuppygirl · 8 months
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oh fuck!!!!! i've been tagged by @charlottan for a funny game of "name five things that i like"!!!!!! thanks you :)
let's get the obvious out here in the open. i love NU METAL. and many other music genres too, some honorable mentions including post-grunge, eurodance, hardcore hip hop, folk rock, metalcore, digital hardcore, prog rock, bebop, hyperpop, and plenty more. but NU METAL i love the chunky bassy rhythm sections, i love the freaky ridiculous vocal styles, i love how stupidly earnest a lot of the songs are, i love the terrible rapping, i love the stupid outfits...... it's so beautiful. to me.......
i love physical media bc i like to hold the art in my hands and look at it and see all the little details :^)
LOVE a good chart. or a graph. or a table. or a spreadsheet. just representations of data. give me thos variables
i love....... TRANSGENDER PEOPLE <3 i feel so much more content than i ever could have imagined when i'm sitting around in a big bucket of queers (would love to do it irl someday :'3). all the funny and not-so-funny oddballs of the world are what make it livable. and extra special thanks to some particular oddballs......
my friends!!!!! my wonderful friends who have for some reason signed up to the experience of seeing me talk a whole lot, and to whom i have done the same bc they're all soooo smart and cool and right about everything all the time!! i love you all terribly and i hope someday we can all hold hands and watch the sunset together and have a big feast and be as one on our beautiful green earth <33333
now. the tagging dilemma. consulting my complex algorithm on the matter . . . . . . . . . okay. alright. tagging @violetgec @transgirlmononoke @kiwi-draws @malicious-face @paperandpencilsandskips @toriel-vapes @gearsphere @mino2aur @prospera-mercury @babudarabu @specterpants @ladylolth @chainsawhethey @melaniefangz @needsmoreknives
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bipherpol · 10 months
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i have come to the alarming realization that i cannot do cp9+asl fic on the grounds that them being siblings means that cp9 probably would teach all three of them what they know and can you imagine those three idiots with the stupid cipher pol six powers skills
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dsi-os · 3 months
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seeing people argue about mom glados vs ship glados on my dash once more has caused me -70 psychic damage i think
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halcyone-of-the-sea · 6 months
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i’ve never requested anything from anyone so i’m a lil nervy butttt…
i’d love a relationship arc with the one and only soap! i love him and his lil mohawk! like he’s stationed wherever and he meets then falls in love with a native citizen who works closely with the military and their relationship from when they first meet to first date to first kid to marriage (100% doesn’t need to be in that order btw)
everything you come up with is 🤌 so i know it’ll be good!🤍🤍
—Life Snaps By In Flashes
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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ
╰┈➤ ❝ [A collection of memories from the second he laid eyes on you. All flashing past in the soft buzzing of the overhead lights.] ❞
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It was by some dumb luck that he’d locked eyes with you that day, decades ago now, but he carries that memory with him like a dog with a bone. Stuck under the glow of the overhead lights, Soap calls them all forward—the good, the bad, the moments of peaceful nothing. 
It had been on an OP, out in the field on surveillance for another threat. You had served him a coffee at a cafe, given that kind smile, and he had been gone far before he had been called to move in. Johnny was surprised at how fast it had happened, but he had always been easy to gather affection from, truthfully. 
And when he had found out that you were an informant? Beautiful, smart, and reliable? He had half stuttered his way through a fake confident question for your number, and you had happily agreed with a smirk. You told him it was because of his honesty—the intentions clear on his face from the moment you’d walked through the door of the military base, written intel under your left arm and a recorder in your right palm. 
He thought you were perfect from only one glance, and he had never thought otherwise. 
Of course, there were fights, and disagreements about the job and the safety of each other. That was fair—it was natural. That was life, and what would the purpose be unless to prove that the two of you loved with all of your souls? 
The first date was common, nothing fancy—a nice, casual supper at a restaurant that would be frequented far into your older years. Everyone there would end up knowing your names, the owner himself being invited to your wedding. 
Oh, the wedding. Johnny can call that forward as easily as air. Or, at least, as easily as air used to come to him.
You, in that dress, staring at him and walking down that aisle. Everything else had blurred that day, and all he could care about was how you looked at him—standing just ahead with your hands in his shaky ones; his lips quivering as he pushed out a shocked laugh.
“You look…amazing, Bonnie. Lord, you’re just perfect.” You had laughed at his hushed whisper above the muttering of the officiant, eyes glassy. Johnny had tried to stifle his hoarse inhales as you called him handsome right back. 
From then came the next journey—kids. Many of them. Johnny had as big of a family as he and you had always wanted; adventures and hardships. Football games and music shows, painting exhibits, and movie nights where everyone was snuggled together. His blue eyes staring at you over the heads of your brood. 
Every night he would thank you for it. Every night.
The years drew and drew, retirement and the kids going off to Uni—leaving and getting married themselves. Wrinkles. Graying hair.
Until here. 
Until muscles broke down and you needed a wheelchair, Johnny a cane. Until the kids had thought it better to make his office into an at-home care room for the two of you—a live-in nurse down the hall.
The kids had visited yesterday with their own little ones. The older ones had known, of course, just by looking. Smart devils, Johnny had called them when they were just tiny things. And they were. 
You and him had raised some damn smart little devils.  
Johnny had snuck into your room tonight, his heart hurting him and his mind understanding. He slipped into your bed and you both shared it one last time as you weakly kissed his pale cheek, him nuzzling his head into yours and muttering a low ‘I love you’.
You had passed not three minutes ago.
As he always had been, Johnny was loathed to leave you waiting for him. So here, with those overhead lights, he lets his eyes dip closed, and he swears that a soft hand brushes his cheek, calling him home. 
Outside, the crickets creek, and the stars blink. The wind slips through the curtains of the open window, swaying them in a dance only they know.
Johnny does as he always did before he fell asleep, and it came as easy as letting that final breath go.
“...Thank you.”
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unluckilyimnot · 22 days
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do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???
i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy
don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA
i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?
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making out - raichi, isagi
mlist || rules || requests are open :)
note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe
I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !
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Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around.  You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked  to. 
He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.
When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.
"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused. 
"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.
Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse. 
When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled. 
"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more. 
"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again. 
You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now. 
Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way. 
“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle. 
“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again. 
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Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.
“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.
“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.
His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.
“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.
“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.
“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.
Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.
Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.  
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I hope you liked it ! ♡
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ssahotchnerr · 1 year
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Dbf!Hotch giving reader a massage and it gets very spicyyyy?(very smutty lmao) This is something I've been wanting a fic about for so long now😩😩. I love your writing btw!!
tension relief
cw; dbf!hotch and fem!reader, age gap, smut- unprotected sex, p in v, praise,
minors dni, wc: 1.2k
all characters within this are 18+
you frustratedly let out a sigh, rolling your neck slightly which resulted in a light crack.
you've been at it for a few hours now- the never-ending assignment it seemed. aaron always had an open invitation for you to come over, which you used to your advantage as much as possible. with both of your tedious schedules, and the sneaking around your parents, alone time was far fetched and in-between. so the second your night class let out for the night, you had hightailed it to his apartment.
you had schoolwork, he had his files, but the close proximity was more than you could ask for.
finally, aaron joined you in the living room. standing behind the chair you were occupying, he leaned down, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"come to bed angel." he murmured, turning his head to nip at your neck.
"i can't." you huffed out, your eyes locked on the screen in front of you. "i have to get this finished or else my professor will be on my ass."
"a break, then?" he continued to nuzzle his face into your neck, making a very good play at being distracting. "i'll give you a massage."
you craned your neck slightly, meeting his eyes. "you will?"
aaron nodded, kissing your lips now that he had the access. "you're tense." to prove his point, he brought his hands to your neck, kneading it. "can't you feel that?"
the pronounced knot in your shoulders rolled at the movements of his thumbs, causing a groan to escape your lips. it hurt, but the good kind; the tension seemingly lessening even at the short and minuscule attempt.
he placed a kiss on your shoulder, eyebrows raised knowingly. "so?"
you gave in. "please."
he offered you a hand, pulling you to your feet and guiding you down the hall to his bedroom. "shirt off and lay down for me sweetheart."
never one to hesitate, you followed his instructions, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it off to the side. you crawled onto his bed, laying stomach down, your hands nestled under your head.
aaron followed, straddling your thighs as he settled on top of you. he brushed away the hair splayed on your backside, his fingers trailing along your skin lightly. it started from your neck, down to your shoulders blades, and further down. he repeated the action a few times, simply enjoying the way your skin felt underneath him.
his fingertips traced downward to your bra, tapping on the the clasp gently before his fingers skimmed where the fabric met your back. "can i?"
after receiving the go ahead from you, he unhooked your bra, prompting you to lift an inch or two to slide the straps down your arms, mindlessly throwing it somewhere into his room afterward.
once your back was bare, a breath escaped him. "alright baby, i'm going to make you feel good. focus on me."
just as before, his hands found placement underneath the base of your neck, applying harsh pressure, but not enough to where it would actually be painful. he started there, gradually moving down your spine. he was consistent, his gentle touch gracing the surface of your skin and the muscles underneath. it didn't take long for the tension constrained in you to melt away, soft groans and his name falling from you.
"how's that feel?"
"amazing." you answered, your eyes closed as you thoroughly enjoyed the release of pressure and the weight of him covering you.
kisses began to follow his hands, his lips trailing downward along your backside. as if his previous touch hadn't already caused your body to light on fire, you were fully warm now. want was etched in your belly, and from the sight of you underneath him, and all the noises leaving your mouth, aaron was duly hard.
the massage was entirely foreplay, it was only a matter of time before one couldn't resist the other. you arched your back, attempting to quicken his agenda.
he chucked softly, placing open mouth kisses against your skin. "patience, sweetheart. i'm getting there."
true to his word, his featherlight touch continued to make patterns along the surface of your skin, arriving at the hem of your panties. he skillfully pulled them down your legs, exhaling at the sight of you.
"please." you whined, his hands cupping your ass, thumbs grazing the skin. you were nearly trembling with want, your arousal already dripping into his sheets.
aaron rid himself of his clothes, and while you attempted to turn to view him in his naked glory, however, he had other plans. he grabbed ahold of your hips, holding you in place.
"i think i'll keep you right here." he smirked, his tip teasingly running along your slick folds.
he entered you easily, a moan escaping your lips. he skillfully rocked into you a bit more with each thrust, nearly bringing your bottom half off his bed as result of his impeding force.
"fuck." you breathed out, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. the feeling of him inside you always felt brand new, no matter how many times you found yourself at his mercy. you were his perfect fit.
a moan came deep from aaron as well, his hands tightening their harsh hold on your hips. imprints of his fingers would surely bruise into your skin, and they were not unwelcome in the slightest. he leaned forward, his lips ever so brushing your shoulder blades. "you take me so well, you always have."
"more," you whimpered, the slick sounds of him driving into you filling the room. you wished you were laid on your back so you were able to view him- his pleasure struck face, the way his head always fell back as your walls gripped his cock, the place were the two of you met. "harder, please."
with another push, he bottomed out, hitting that place deep in you which made your toes curl. you reached back, finding his hand. he interlocked your fingers, bending your arm behind your back. this allowed him to drive into you with even more force, the extra support aiding.
his name escaped your lips, and you could feel the familiar coil within you daring to snap. without a second thought, you let go. tension had filled you the whole night, and you were desperate for release. you couldn't help but indulge in it the second it was present.
aaron continued his merciless actions, chasing his own high. his hips rolled into yours, his eyes trained on where he penetrated your core. the wave of his own orgasm shocked your body into another, whimpers and his name leaving you as you thrashed underneath him.
exhaling a breath, aaron collapsed next to you. his cock softened within you, but he didn't dare to leave you just yet. the feeling of the two of you connected, was something he wanted to savor as much as possible. likewise, you wanted to relish in the fullness, feeling complete and as if the two of you were one.
his hand inched forward to your abdomen, fingers leisurely wandering down to your core. "how's that tension now?" he whispered, his lips meandering from behind your ear to your jaw.
you laughed softly, affection building within your chest. in his arms, you felt nothing less than endlessly loved. "completely gone, and i have you to thank for that."
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updownlately · 9 months
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every time you walk into the room (i’m speechless)
| leah williamson x reader | fluff | 1.9k | inspo: speechless by dan + shay | a/n: another req let's go! this one's been in the ask box for minute and it finally made it past the outline stage! twas a fun one to write! s/o to this anon for the req! i hope i did it justice! this is the outfit inspo for leah btw!
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You loved your girlfriend, you really did, but sometimes moments like these really tested your patience. She sometimes really tested your patience.
“Leah, love, for the sake of football, any chance that we could head out before the world cup starts?” You shouted up the stairs, hoping the other girl could hear you clearly. 
The two of you had been invited out with the team, just a nice little get together to celebrate the end of the season before everyone parted ways to prepare with their individual national teams. It wasn’t much really, just a dinner that had the possibility of migrating to a bar or club, but nothing outwardly crazy.
You and Leah had started getting ready a while ago, you getting dressed much earlier due to Leah wanting to kick you out of your shared closet and room, something about a surprise and a kiss promising she wouldn’t be too long distracting you from complaining.
So here you were, sitting at your kitchen island for the past forty-ish minutes or so, resignedly waiting for the blonde to finally come down. Some time between the doom-scroll of Instagram and then TikTok, your mind had been severely sidetracked, the sweet aroma of your girlfriend’s favourite perfume floating down the stairs, overwhelming your sense in the best way possible, and for a while you hadn’t minded how long she was taking. 
Now though? A little under half-an-hour away from the designated time for the dinner, you were beginning to worry whether you’d make it on time, well aware that London traffic and parking would be a pain to navigate.
Getting no response from earlier, you tried once more, leniency wearing thin. 
Hand running across your face in a vain effort to relax, careful not to mess up your hair, you called out a bit gentler this time. “Leah we gotta leave soon otherwise we’re gonna be late!” 
This time you got lucky, the frenzied voice of the defender carrying through the hallway and down the stairs.
“I’ll be down in five! Almost done, I swear…just got my hair left!”
Quietly groaning to yourself, you threw your head back, aware that five minutes weren’t going to be just five minutes.
“I heard that!”
“And yet you didn’t hear my first call! Love you too babe!”
Shaking your head and taking a deep breath, you fiddled with your keys in front of you, getting antsy with every minute that passed. 
All you really wanted to do was see your girlfriend dressed up, admire her, and head out to enjoy your night with your teammates turned friends, something you were immensely excited for and therefore eager to attend to. All this waiting wasn’t doing you any good, the restlessness taking up home in your bones, jitteriness becoming ever present.
It seemed that luck was on your side though, when only about seven minutes later you could hear the defender approaching the top of the stairs. Murmuring a quiet thanks into the air, you rose from your seat, heading to the landing, hoping to usher Leah to the car quickly and head out.
Approaching the bottom steps though, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks, the sight that awaited you when the blonde walked down the stairs making you glad you waited.
Your mouth falling agape, adoration pouring in your veins, you couldn’t help but stare.
“I-…Leah…baby…” You tried, words not seeming to fall past your lips, at least none that would do justice to just how beautiful she looked standing there ahead of you. 
Blinking, mind short-circuiting, you stood there stunned, speechless.
Leah wasn’t going to lie, she had expected this reaction from you, with the number of times she had already witnessed it in the past. Yet, each time it didn’t fail to cause her to blush gently, your love for her always surprising her, making her appreciate you just a little more.  
Head ducking down, biting back a smile, Leah’s soft voice wrapped around you. “What do you think? Worth the wait?”
“Uh-“ Swallowing hard, you tried to regain your bearings, praying for your internal gay panic to stop for long enough to allow you to form at least one coherent sentence. Letting your eyes trace over her stunning form, you tried once again.
“Shit.”
“That bad?” Leah couldn’t help but tease you, aware that you meant it in awe, yet not willing to pass the opportunity to annoy you.
“Leah…okay fuck. Shit. Fucking hell.” You threw your head back, eyes closing at your nervousness at seeing your girl dressed up. 
You could feel the blonde’s eyebrows raise in amusement at your words, not needing to look at her to feel her smiling, yet you did, bringing your gaze back down, not wanting it to leave her for even a second.
“What happened to being late for dinner?”
“Babe…” you whined. “You absolutely cannot be asking me that after you come down looking like that!” Finally finding your ability to talk, you continued. “Literally not at all fair. Not one bit. Did you even think about me? Or the other girls? How, tell me how are we supposed to stay focused on dinner when you look so gorgeous?”
Biting the inside of your cheek, you eagerly stepped forward to close the gap between you two. Opening and closing your mouth a few times again, you searched for better words to express how you were feeling.
“My god…”
“Yes I’m real, and yeah, I don’t know how you managed to pull me either to be honest.”
Head shaking in amusement, you reached out to the blue-eyed angel. “You’re so cocky y’know, out here thinking you can read my mind.”
“Am I wrong?” The cheeky reply not taking more than a second to slip past Leah’s lips.
“You know you aren’t. It makes it so much worse.” Grinning you let your eyes trace over her outfit for the umpteenth time. 
You weren’t sure how Leah managed to make everything she wore look so amazing, but she did, especially the suits that she wore, like she was now. There was just something about the way that the cropped blouse and tan suit had you in awe, her wavy hair and makeup complimenting it ever so perfectly, the world’s most elegant model, here in your arms. 
Taking a deep breath in, your eyes widened once the realisation that she was yours hit you again. “Seriously though…no words. I’d tell you you look beautiful but I don’t think that even begins to cover it.”
Your words had Leah blushing even harder, ocean eyes shyly meeting yours. 
“I’m so serious babe. I know I say it every time but you genuinely blow me away with how lovely you look. Out here leaving me at a loss for words really.”
Stepping back just a tad bit, you raised your intertwined hands above your head, wrist turning enough to wordlessly tell Leah to spin around slowly. 
“God I’m gonna marry you one day…” The words slipped out of your mouth, heart speaking faster than your mind could comprehend.
Leah stopped in her tracks at your words, slowly finishing her turn before looking at you intently. “You mean that?”
This time it was your turn to blush, cursing yourself for being so lovesick. 
Seeing the truly concerned look in the midfielder’s eyes though, you decided to double down.
Shrugging, pulling Leah closer by her waist, you eased her mind. 
“Yeah. You've had me wrapped around your little finger since the day we met. Still have me in a daze most days. In fact, you said it yourself, I genuinely can’t believe I managed to get you and so I’d be honoured to love you for as long as I can, forever hopefully.”
The look that she gave you at your words had your heart bursting in joy. Eyes shining with love, a gentle smile on her face, Leah looked at you like you were her whole world (because you were- she didn’t know what she’d do if she lost you).
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise. And you know we can’t break those.” 
Interlocking your pinkies, you brought your joined hands up to your lips, placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand before dropping it down.
Becoming aware that you had already spent long enough in your apartment and not enough on the streets though, (not that you would ever mind spending time with Leah) you decided to suggest finally heading out, only having ten minutes to make the twenty minute trip now. 
Tugging Leah closer to you, you placed a kiss on her lips before stepping back and giving her another once over and then a playful wink.
“As much as I'd love to stay here with you, Katie and Beth would absolutely kill us if we skipped out on tonight. So, before we get any more late, shall we head out pretty girl?”
Nodding and letting you lead the way, Leah followed you out the door, smiling to herself at your actions. She knew you were extremely punctual, not one to ever be late if it was in your control. Yet, in moments like these, you’d always make the time to appreciate her, to love her, and she couldn’t adore you more for it if she tried. 
It wasn't a secret how much the pair of you loved each other, endless teasing from all your friends (and sometimes family) adequate proof of that. Yet in stolen seconds like these, where it felt like you two were the only ones in the world, in the cozy bubble of your love, nothing ever felt greater, nothing ever felt more important. Not to you and most definitely not to Leah.
The English captain knew that she'd spend forever with you if she could, the idea of loving you, of marrying you having always been a question of 'when' rather than 'if'.
So if on the drive there, she silently planned your guys’ wedding in her head, you didn’t have to know. And if she spent a good chunk of that planning thinking about what wedding outfit would best leave you speechless, more than she had ever made you thus far, you most definitely didn’t have to know. After all, while her beauty left you tongue-tied, your love for her, all of her, left her at a loss for words, nothing but warmth coursing in her veins, a permanent blush on her cheeks.
And when you both arrived indisputably late, nearly half an hour past the designated time, and the teasing from your teammates was directed at you, you couldn’t help but shrug, declaring your love for her and ignoring the impending comments of 'whipped' headed your way.
“Leah looking at me dressed like that? There’s my weakness. She can take as much time as she needs to get ready. Hell, I made us late in fact. Really though, anything she says tonight, I agree with,” you joked, adoration and mirth filling your eyes.
It really was safe to say that it wasn't a secret how much you two loved each other, especially when all it took was her walking into the room for you to fall in love all over again.
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ink-n-shadowfiction · 7 months
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I'm thinking too much about Ghost these days DAMN
but just, how would he react to the reader taking out anger on him? For example, reader throws a tantrum over some quest and ends up unintentionally attacking Ghost or herself 😬
I'm using the translator btw, English is not my native language so sorry for any mistakes, hope your day is going well :))
omg no worries! hope your day is amazing as well, anon <3
I DO HAVE A HEADCANON FOR THIS THOUGH, SO GET READY >:)
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ghost is most definitely the kind of guy who finds your anger lowkey amusing (or sexy)? like he'd have a smirk on his face, arms crossing over his chest while he's watching you pacing angrily in front of him. he'd let out a soft chuckle, which only serves to anger you further.
"what, you think this is funny, simon?" you'd stop pacing to face him fully, mirroring his body language by crossing your own arms across your chest and jutting your chin up to stare angrily into his eyes. "you just cost us this mission, and you're standing there laughing?"
ghost's head would cock to the side, his eyes slow and unblinking behind his mask as he shrugged his shoulders. "s'really not that big of a deal, sweetheart. you're losing your head over nuthin'. we got the intel, didn't we?"
and then you'd probably say something about wanting to slap the smirk you know is under his mask off of his face, and he'd chuckle once more.
"you wanna hit me, doll? go ahead. get it outta your system." ghost would uncross his arms to leave his chest open, his head tilting once more in an inviting gesture.
your eyebrows would furrow for a moment, bringing you out of your anger briefly. but then, it would flare up again at the sound of ghost's amused laugh, and you pounded a fist against the bulletproof vest he was wearing.
it went on like that for a few moments, your fists colliding against his chest as you let out puffs of angry air and mumbled bitter words. but ghost would just stand there, an amused look in his eyes as he absorbed every (albeit weak) fist to his chest.
once your hands stopped, resting on his chest weakly as you fought to breathe, ghost would place a hand on the back of your head and force your eyes up to his. "y'done now?" after your soft nod, ghost would hum as he lifted up his balaclava just enough to expose his pink lips to you, that shit-eating smirk still plastered on his lips. "good, 'cuz that little tantrum of yours got my mind thinkin' some bad thoughts, sweetheart."
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dancingwithreality · 8 months
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an idea p.g.10 part.2
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pairings: pierre gasly x fem!reader; friends to lovers
word count: 4.68k
summary: feelings are springing up everywhere, and suddenly your friendship doesnt really feel like just a friendship anymore.
a/n: very poorly translated french please bear with me, yes i referenced a song because its currently (and constantly) playing in my mind. reader is french btw dont know if it was obvious with the whole childhood friends thing but just wanted to state it. not betaread so if theres any typos, english isnt my first language and i wrote this only at night so, good luck.
please do not take my work! enjoy and interact!
YOU STOOD IN FRONT of his door as he leaned against the frame, you didn't really know what to say right away, clearly not thinking enough before acting.
'Hey,' you started but completely lost all words, what were you doing here?
'Everything okay?' Pierre tilted his head to the right, looking at you inquisitively.
'Yeah, yeah! Just uh, tired.' You tried not to look at him too hard, lest you start bumbling like an idiot.
'Wanna come in for a nightcap?' he shifted his weight to expose more of the opening to his room, simply inviting you in.
'You sure?' If you were being honest with yourself, you didn't know if you wanted to go in or not.
'Wouldn't have opened the door if I didn't want you in, chérie,' normally, you would have laughed at his words 'want you in' but you didn't think it was appropriate in your predicament.
You walked in and wondered if he'd always called you that, and if his clothes were always that tight. You'd sat down on the edge of his bed, you still kept closely to yourself.
'Are you absolutely sure you're okay?' He sat down next to you, arms elbows resting on his knees while he kept his head turned to see you.
His gaze felt heavy, but it was still as soft as it normally was. Not pressuring you, not bored, not uninterested, but patient and understanding. It would be hard not spilling everything in your mind to him right there and then.
'Just worried about quali, that's all.' you lied. You hated lying to Pierre.
'Oh chérie,' He sat up and wrapped his arms around you in a comforting manor. 'Silverstone can be dangerous but I'll be okay, love.'
What was up with him and the pet names? But still, you sat there in his embrace and let yourself decompress. His arms were always so warm, like a bed bathed in soft sunlight and your body heat from the night before. Like it would be cold if you got out.
'Can- can we stay like this?' You didn't want to be cold.
'We can stay as long as you want,' his voice was soft in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your head.
And you did stay, just like that, all night. That was, until Pierre's alarm rang and disrupted the calm. Somewhere along the night you'd ended up laying down still in his arms. Somewhere along the night, you'd ended up as tangled up in blankets as you were with him.
Your head was against his chest and on top of his arm. Just as his other arm was wrapped around your waist, so was yours around his, and you didn't know where his legs started and where yours ended.
With your hand that was previously clutching his shirt you reached to rub your eyes of the sleep keeping them closed. His breath was lightly fanning your face as your eyes grew wide and your face grew hot at the proximity. By some grace, he'd awoken just then, shifting his position and rubbing his legs on yours.
'Hm, morning.' He groaned in your ears, his voice low and husky.
'Good morning,' this time it was your voice that cracked making you inwardly wince at the sound. 'Gotta get ready for quali, yeah?' You cleared your throat and slipped right out from under his hold.
'Yeah,' he was looking at you a certain way and his gaze felt heavy. 'I'll stop by in 50 and we can head out?'
'Oh uh, no you can go ahead I'll catch up later.' You waved your hands and head around in a dismissing manor. Shit, what if he worries? Every time you could make it to a race, you and Pierre always went to every practice, qualifying, and race together. This change in behavior made you think he might worry but you hoped he wouldn't.
'Alright chérie, I'll see you then.' He smiled softly went off into his bathroom yelling, 'Lock the door on your way out!'
•••
While you were panicking in our own room, trying to act like a normal person and decide what to wear, Pierre was kicking himself in his room. Lock the door on your way out?? What was he, an idiot? Pierre always payed such close attention to you he could notice even the slightest of changes. And from the day before, every one of your actions was off, so long as it involved him.
As you could probably imagine, this made him freak out internally, Was he making you uncomfortable? Did he do something? Or worse, did you find out about his feelings and now you didn't know how to act around him? He stared at himself in the mirror as tried to calm himself down.
The smell of your lilac and gooseberry perfume lingered on his clothes, wafting up into his nose. How could someone and all things about them cloud his mind so much, yet bring such peace and calm?
When you said those five simple words, he swore his heart did backflips. All worry went out the window the second you wrapped your arms around him. How could he say no? The feeling of falling asleep with you and waking up with you so close made him feel so warm. Like the setting sun in an open field of flowers and tall grass.
He couldn't keep thinking about this, he had to get ready. The sweet smell on his shirt was too precious to lose so he folded the shirt carefully and placed it on his pillow. If the shirt didn't smell like you when he came back, at least his pillow would.
On the way to Silverstone one of your favorite songs started playing, and it was just another reminder of you. Maria by Blondie. Event the lyrics were fitting.
Oh how you find so many ways to plague his very being.
•••
You've been doing this for years, showing up to races and everything, so everyone was used to seeing you in the garage. Granted Alpine was surprised at first. You weren't family, you weren't dating Pierre, but normally friends stayed in hospitality. Though soon enough you were a welcomed presence and dearly missed when you weren't there.
You were sat next to Pyry anxiously watching qualifying. Pierre was doing well, Charles even better. Though you were probably just watching to watch. You'd lost yourself in your thoughts and were absolutely absent minded. The mind could be a tricky place when you're dealing with unknown feelings and sudden unknown territory. You were out of your field of expertise with Pierre now. What were you supposed to do?
'Hey?' Pyry knocked his shoulder on yours to get your attention.
'Sorry, what'd you say?' You shook your head and came back to the real world.
'You've been really distracted huh?' He tilted his head accusingly, 'You and Pierre.'
'I'm sorry?'
'Somethings going on with you two.'
'What is with everybody and being so preceptive?' You groaned and put your head in your hands. 'Is everyone a psychic or something?'
'No we have eyes.' He retorted. 'It's painfully obvious. He's never been more distracted, and you're usually his rock and you're a wreck.'
'Thank you so much, that's exactly what I want to hear.' You gave him a dead stare.
'Love is a messy thing. But it's not something you let pass you by, its probably the best opportunity you'll ever have. Especially one like yours and Pierre's,' he started tapping the side of his head. 'Trust me.'
Who knew a trainer could have such wisdom? You for sure didn't. 'That's.. actually really sweet. And smart.' You bumped Pyry's shoulder with yours. 'Thanks.'
'Yeah, I know,' he laughs and shrugs before crossing his arms and adjusting his posture.
The best opportunity you'll ever have.
•••
You'd been having a fun night with Pierre and Charles. They wanted to relax and prepare before Silverstone so you were all in your hotel room. You'd brought your neck massager with you and Charles was sitting with his arms in the handles and head leaned back. The boys were communicating back and forth, Cha giving Pierre advice for the (high) midfield and Pierre giving Cha his thoughts for making his way up to the podium.
You were leaning against Charles with your legs in Pierre's lap when they pulled you into the conversation. 'Chérie, what do you think?' Pierre asked, his hands tracing gently up and down your legs.
'Uh,' his touch was distracting. 'Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention much today.'
'Interesting,' Charles mumbled, earning an elbow to the stomach.
'By what?' Pierre turned his attention towards you but his hands didn't leave you.
'A thrilling conversation with Pyry.' You exhaled.
'On?' Charles dragged the word out and wiggled his eyebrows.
Here was when you noticed Pierre stopped. He was nearly frozen solid, hands mid-air. Why were you talking to Pyry? His trainer? And why was it thrilling? He cleared his throat, 'Uh, about what?'
'He was, helping me with a problem, unsolicited.'
Why was he helping you? What problem did you have? Why were you going to Pyry for it? Why didn't you tell him? Pierre's mind was running a mile a minute. Things were being so strange in your relationship he didn't know what was wrong. 'Did it, uh, help?'
His eyes met yours and there was something behind them he couldn't quite place. While a feeling of dread and worry was settling in his stomach, another was setting in yours.
One like yours and Pierre's, was running through your head. You did kind of already act like a couple. But you'd always been like that. Was there really a possibility of you two being more?
'Well obviously, if you didn't want whatever this thing is so badly, you wouldn't be looking for advice everywhere.' Charles spoke up, watching the tension rise between you two in different ways. He could see Pierre tense, and though it was a weird angle he could see the feelings right behind your eyes. The only question was if you'd notice it.
'Yeah..' You'd nearly whispered, a smile creeping its way onto your face. Yeah, maybe you did want it. So you reached over and rested your hand on Pierre's arm closest to you, thumb stroking his skin. 'You're gonna do great, I have no doubt.'
As if you were a beacon in the dark, you cleared his mind of any worried thoughts with a simple touch. His hands went back to your legs and that calm look back on his face. 'Thanks, mon amour.'
With a light blush on both of your faces, you fell into comfortable conversations. Sharing laughs, stress melting off all your shoulders.
Whatever they were talking about, you'd stopped listening. Right here in this moment you felt so content. What else could you want? Your best friend and the man who was taking over your heart. Peace and warmth spread over your body and you'd found yourself thinking. Dreaming, of a future with you and Pierre together across the couch from Charles. Pierre's arms around you and your body swallowed by his. Charles sat opposite you as the three of you laughed, the occasional tease at the new couple, and a domestic reality.
•••
Your biggest problem on race day was always what to wear. Two friends on teams with completely opposite color schemes how could you pick? So regularly you alternated. In Austria you wore a white tank with loose jeans, a Ferrari cap and matching windbreaker with matching New Balances.
This time, you decided to deck out in Alpine. You slipped on a pair of high waisted light washed jeans and went searching for your shirt. A few weeks ago you’d altered an Alpine polo, cropping it and cutting the sleeves off. The colors matched well with the dark blue paisley bandana and skillfully straightened hair. To top it off you had some retro Jordan 4s in a delicate pink. A light, clean, makeup look was all you could settle for as you checked your watch and saw the time pass by quicker than you’d thought.
Dainty gold jewelry covered you from earrings to actual rings, but careful not to go overload with it. A white leather handbag was the cherry on top as you packed your stuff and made sure to head so you could try and make it on time.
Unfortunately you barely made it, the formation lap having already started. You watched Charles slide easily into fourth and Pierre a few places behind him in eighth. You crossed your fingers and got ready to pray they both made it up in positions.
As the lights flashed and the cars started you were given a headset and stood with Esteban’s girlfriend watching on a monitor. It’s lights out and away we go, you thought as the cars took off and Lando overtook Max on the first corner. You could already tell this race was going to be interesting.
•••
Lap five and Max took back his first place spot. Predictable but you would miss those four laps of bliss with Lando leading.
•••
Lap ten and they were calling in Esteban which didn’t bode well in the garage. Elena had gone with his to his drivers room hoping to bring him some comfort. You were alone chewing on your lip now, hoping this would be all that happens this race.
•••
Lap thirty-three and things had been going good. Charles overtime both McLaren’s as he sat in second place. They were both doing well as Lando sat in third and Oscar defended both of their positions from fourth.
But suddenly K Mag crashed. They brought the car in and called a red flag to make sure the track was safe to continue racing on.
•••
A lap later, thirty-four, and Pierre made contact with Lance. Your heart stopped and you held your breath. Cars were spinning out as he made contact with Carlos just after. You crossed your fingers and kept your eyes glued to the screen and you saw them call Pierre in to box. The damage to all nearby cars called for another red flag.
They were cleaning up the Vale chicane and you watched them asses Pierre’s car. The damage to the right-rear suspension wasn’t all too bad as they managed to keep him out.
You thanked whatever power was listening that he was still in this.
•••
Lap fifty-one and by some stroke of luck Pierre was in sixth, basically tailgating George in front of him.
He was coming up on turn three, onto a DRS zone and you prayed that he would overtake. And thanks to the same power listening before, he overtook George and made distance between them bigger. Cheers were spread throughout the Alpine garage at this little victory.
And at the end of lap fifty-two, the end of the race, as the last car crossed the finish line, Charles in second and Pierre in fifth you’d never heard a garage celebrate louder. Granted until you heard McLaren.
Cars went back to their respective garages as you waited for Pierre to come out. You all knew the chances of Pierre crossing that finish line were slim. Damage to the suspension normally means retirement and a depressed driver. Yet how he managed to pull across that line and keep it going was something you couldn’t believe. And manage to pull through into fifth in an Alpine? You meant no malice though, no offense, just honest thoughts.
He pulls into the pit lane parking just outside the garage and hands his steering wheel to the crew member nearest and jumps out and onto his car. He through his hands up and screams in victory. Those ten points would be his saving grace and push him further in his career.
Pierre runs into the garage and gets picked up by every pit crew team member and thrown around by everyone. There was a joy in the air that was contagious. Your two favorite boys both in the highest spirits had you going nuts.
As soon as they let him down you made eye contact with him. The grin on your face was so wide you knew it was gonna hurt tomorrow. He lit up immediately and somehow his smile only got wider. The two of you started running towards each other as you collided in a tight hug.
Your arms wrapped so tight around his neck and his so tight around your waist they wrapped around completely. Chests pressed against the other you’d never felt so warm, so happy, so comfortable. The sweat from his neck was rubbing off on yours but you didn’t care. You’d have to shower after getting back to your room but you didn’t care.
The pure joy that radiated off both you was more important. His long fingers curling into your waist and pressing on your skin sent you into hyperdrive. In one quick motion, Pierre picked you up and started to spin still wrapped in the embrace. You threw your head back in laughter and your giggles filled the room. Eventually he set you down, and you two laughed as you pulled away, his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulders.
‘You did it mon amour!’ you could barely think straight as your threw your head back into his shoulder and placed a quick kiss to his cheek.
‘I did it!’ He cheered and threw his fists up into the air, the whole garage cheered with him. Pierre started thanking everyone in the garage, shaking hands and hugging them all. He gathered everyone around and started thanking the whole team, addressing them as a whole in a sort of victory speech. Even though we didn’t get on the podium and only one of our drivers made it across the finish line you would’ve thought we got pole with a 1-2 finish.
You stood further in the back admiring him as he continued to give his makeshift speech. That radiant smile on his face and the passion in his voice made you swoon. Maybe you did like him. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe you were happy about it.
•••
When the boys wanted to go to the club, you were all for it. Lando wanted to celebrate his win, Pierre was on a high, and this race was just what Charles needed. You'd told them to go ahead without you and that you'd join them as soon as you were ready. You wanted to spend extra time getting dolled up because tonight was a special night.
You wore your best short skirt, a pale cream with an asymmetrical cut. You had on a long sleeve, sheer glittery pink shirt with a matching bikini style bra on underneath. You paired it with a small cream handbag and long laced up cream heels.
Your hair was styled in bouncy curls and your makeup done light but intense. If all things boded well tonight you would act on your newfound feelings. And if not, you'd blame it on the drink, even if you highly doubted it would end bad. After doing a once over in the mirror you dabbed some of your signature scent on with a light dose of the pheromone perfume everyone spoke so highly of.
So you called a cab and put on an extra coat of lip gloss to boost your confidence as you would need it tonight. Taking one of the deepest breaths you probably ever have, you put one foot in front of the other and walked into the club.
Head held high and heels clicking on the floor you walked over to the booths that had been reserved for the night. As soon as you sat you placed a drink order on the little screen at the table smiled to the two on your left.
'Hey boys,' You smiled wide and let out a little giggle at the end. 'Some of your best work out there today!'
Pierre was left stunned at the sight of you as soon as you walked in. Whenever you turned up, it didn't take long for his eyes to find you and when they did, wowza.
A simple look at you would melt him but when you looked at him? He would turn into a puddle, especially when you looked like that. It was like he fell in love with you for the second time.
'Who are you trying to impress?' Charles raised his eyebrows with a knowing smirk.
'No one,' you responded and for a second Pierre thought your eyes flew to his just before flying away. 'Anyway, tonight is about you guys and your stellar performance today!' As you finished your sentence the waiter walked up with your raspberry daiquiri and you thanked him as you took it.
One large sip later and you were all laughing and chatting. The three of you were sitting at the booth just talking and drinking for the most part, at least until the liquid courage was enough for you.
'That's it, i'm bored.' You set your now empty glass down and stood up smoothing out your skirt. 'Lets dance,' you stretched your hand out to Pierre and waited for him to grab it.
And hesitantly he did, though not before sending a glance to Charles. He was surprised at the force of your pull, dragging him towards whatever direction you wanted. 'Come on, amour!' You'd yelled over the music now using both hands to pull Pierre with you.
That was the second time you'd called him that today, and it made him flush red. You didn't know what you were doing to him and if it was cruel Pierre didn't care. You two had always been close. Closer than most normal friendships. From the pet names, to the physical touches, people would normally just assume you were dating anyway.
But you'd never called him amour, love. It was new and it was welcome and he would pay to hear it in your voice everyday. Pierre knew it was dangerous, dancing with you like this while thinking about you like that. With your bodies moving together and your faces nearly inches apart, it would take his whole willpower to stay away. To keep his hands off you.
Which contrary to his belief, it might've been just what you wanted. Begging him in your mind to just make a move, put his hands on your hips, drag you closer, stare into your eyes and push your hair behind your ear. So as soon as a waitress passed by you grabber her attention to ask for a few shots, hoping they would make at least one of you brave enough.
And as soon as the drinks got to you, you both took them, albeit Pierre was hesitant. But he still drank it and it definitely loosened you all up. Bodies got closer, hands nearly roaming the other, faces so close, it was a painful fate. The two of you so close yet so far. Whatever heavy gate kept kept you from crossing that line felt nearly impenetrable.
You cursed whatever twisted hands put you in this position. To give you these feelings for your lifelong best friend but forbid you from doing anything about it. You could think about it all later and just enjoy the moment, its all you're ever gonna get.
•••
Pierre got wasted. Something about the energy of the night made him go further than he normally does. Luckily, you didn't let yourself go and devoted your night to watching him.
So at roughly two you called it. He was nearly falling over so you huffed as you carried half his weight and dragged him to the hotel. 'You better be glad Hungary is in two weeks, you can sleep this off all you want,' You'd left the club maybe five minutes ago after begging Charles to pay your tabs, which he did.
It was hard to call a cab when you were focused on keeping Pierre on his feet. One hand was up, waving as you whistled trying to get ones attention and the other was around him. Luck was on your side once tonight, and that was when one pulled up before you toppled over. In a haste you opened the door and shoved him in. You climbed in after him and let the cab take you back to the hotel as you could rest your shoulder.
And as soon as you pulled up, payed the cabby, and shuffled out with Pierre hot on your tail, the struggle started again. Pulling him up to his room was a tough feat as he kept giggling and laughing about something. Combine that with whatever was making him stare at you and touch your face, with a look in his eyes you couldn't place, it was a miracle you got back in one piece.
'Okay ange, lets get you in bed.' You threw him onto his bed and let him laugh there as you grabbed his pajamas. This wasn't your first rodeo with drunk Pierre, so you had a routine when it same to changing him.
He nearly always wore the same linen shirts when he went out so you made quick work of that. Then it was the matter of getting him to undo his pants, so you could pull them off from the bottom of his feet. 'Come on Pierre, help me out here.' You were lightly tapping the side of his face and trying to get him to cooperate.
'You're pretty,' he said in-between giggles. 'I like you.'
'Yes that's all very nice, lets take your pants off now.' You ignored the heat in your ears.
'Woah! Take me to dinner first,' he really found that funny because he started combusting in laughter and moving around, clutching his stomach.
You finally managed to pull them off and slip on his sweats as he suddenly got very serious. It confused you for a moment when he leaned up on his arms and deadpanned. His muscles flexing and stretching as he held onto one of your arms and pulled you close. For a second, you were weak and let your eyes drop. The view of his chiseled and toned body with his sweatpants riding low enough for you to see the band of his boxers. The very moment felt sinful.
'Listen.' He said sternly but still clearly inebriated. 'Je vais t'épouser un jour.' [I'm gonna marry you.] His deep stare into your eyes felt so intense that if he wasn't very drunk, you would've given in at that moment, screw the friendship.
'Ask me when you're sober.' You laughed lightly to diffuse your own tension, face the color of a tomato, and used his leaned forward position as an advantage to slip his shirt on over his head. 'Up now.'
He listened and sat up, helping you to push his arms into the holes in the shirt. For the split second your hands were on his bare skin someone could have mistaken the moment for something very domestic. Even you would have, if you didn't know all you are is best friends.
'Alright! Time to get in bed,' you helped him get comfortable and made sure he was covered but not too hot. You got a feeling of deja vu in this moment, but chopped it up to the other times you've done this. 'Goodnight Pierre.' You smiled and pushed some of the hair off oh forehead.
'Goodnight mon trésor, je vous aime.' [i love you.] He smiled and dug further into the bed.
'Yeah, me too.' You gave him a soft smile he probably wasn't even paying attention to. You turned the lights off and before leaving his room you heard a quiet phrase.
'Je vais faire d'elle ma femme.' [I'm gonna make her my wife.]
You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the back of his door. Something about alcohol always made Pierre more, intimate. Marriage was new though. Oh how cruel fate was.
fin.
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sooo we love a sub! jisung don’t we?? could write smth where he and the reader are best friends with benefits and one day, at a party, hannie is kinda upset because of girl so the reader tries to make him better by pulling him to dance ( (even tho she never liked that girl and always told jisung that she wasn’t good enough for him) so as the hours pass they get drunk so now they are very horny and there’s a obvious sexual tension between them, they’re dancing very close to each other, acting like there’s no one around them and the reader says something like “you know too well that i can make you feel way better than she did” making him even more horny (since he remembers all the things they already did and places they fucked) and now she has to help her best friend out :(( by making him feel like he never did pulling him to a random guest room in the house
ps.: you can make him very loud, vocal and whimpering mess
love your work btw!!
FORGET HER; HAN JISUNG
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pairings. bestfriend!jisung x fem!reader
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warnings. sub!jisung/dom!mc titty-fucking, unprotected sex , mentions of face sitting, praising
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i hope you like it 💓!
helping your bestfriend get over a girl
seems like only 20 minutes ago you were pulling your bestfriend who you sometimes fuck to the dance floor , to stop him from pouting over the girl that he invited to the party his friends were throwing at their frat, the girl who was currently grinding her hips against some rando at the party , but now you're like 7 or 8 shots in , both of you look disheveled as you both dance , but jisung is trying not to cum from your words as you whisper dirty things in his ear.
"hannie." you purr into his ear , "why don't you just forget her , we both know i can fuck you better than she can." he whines into your neck. "p..please." grinding his hips into yours. "look at you getting so worked up over a few words , you want to get away baby, want me to take care of you?" you batted your eyelashes. "y..yes." you smiled taking him by the hand , guiding him upstairs to his room.
you pushed him down on his bed , sinking to your knees in front of him. "what do you want me to do sungie , it's all about you." you raked your hands up and down his thighs. "ta..take yo..your top off , pl..please" you reached for the end of your shirt , "good boy saying please." you lifted your shirt over your head , unbuckling your bra , letting your tits out , he groaned , you smirked knowing he loved your tits.
"you want to fuck my tit sungie?" he let out a whiny yes, you made him stand up , unbuckling his pants letting them fall to his ankles , cock straining against his underwear. "so hard." you pulled his underwear down , his cock hitting his stomach. "oh fuck _ , please let me fuck your tits , please." he sat back down begging , music to your ears.
"oh course sungie." you slotted yourself in between his legs , pushing your tits together , letting him slip his cock in between them. "s..shit." he moaned , "so..so soft." he bucked his hips up , your plush tits suffocating his cock , his head was so fuzzy. "are they sungie , you like my tits." he nodded , "sooo much."
you gathered a bunch of spit in your mouth , letting it fall onto the tip of his cock , he hissed as slid down his cock , onto your tits. "fu..fuck im gonna cum soon." he cried out. you lolled your tongue , giving his tip kitty licks , sending him over the edge. "go ahead sungie , cum whenever you want." he moaned , loud enough for people walking past to hear as he came , some landing on your face and tongue, most of it landing on your tits. "i..im sorry." his legs twitch , as you stroked his cock.
"are you?" you hummed. "couldn't control yourself." you squeezed the base of his cock , he whined. "i..i c..can't." he whined as you stroked him into overstimulation. "awe really , so then you don't want me to ride you , i thought you wanted me to make you feel better." you tilted your head , teasing him , he couldn't pass this up , he loved when you rode him. "i..i do ,, p..please ride me." he stuttered , he was a mess.
you let his cock go , it was red but still hard. "get all the way on the bed." you took your skirt and panties off , smirking as you watched his scramble all the on the bed. "look at you , so eager , so cute." you teased climbing on the bed , straddling on his legs. "_ , pl..please no teasing." he whined as you grabbed his cock , stroking it , hovering over his tip. "okay i won't tease sungie."
you sunk down on him , letting out a sigh as he filled you up. "su..sungie you're so big." jisung was losing his mind already as you began to rock your hips back and forth. "pl..please faster." you bounced on his , he was moaning so loud , you sure a few people downstairs could hear despite the music.
"yo..you're so wet , fuck i can't , im gonna cum." he groaned. "hold it." you moaned , your hand coming up to his throat squeezing his throat as you rode his cock.
"wh..what, i..i can't." he breathed , so you slowed down. "n..no please." he begged. "you worked me up too sungie , grinding against me , whining so pretty in my ear , don't you think i should get to cum too." he moaned , "y..you can sit on my face , y..ou like that right? p..please let me cum." he begged , but you ignored his words.
"my pretty sungie , you're mine right?" you've never called him yours before , he loved the thought of being yours , but it just made him want to cum even more. "answer me." you stopped completely. "y..yes , im..im yours, only yours , please let me cum." the tears were coming falling down his face. "such a good boy sungie , no one can fuck you like this , make you a mess , go ahead and cum baby." his legs twitched as he came , bucking his hips up into , triggering your own orgasm as you both came together , riding out each other's high.
he calmed down , and you grabbed his jaw , pulling him into a kiss.
"forget that girl , you're mine now."
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brisquad-unit-4402 · 1 month
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hihi may i request number 37 for kyo for the 100 followers thing!! congrats btw :3
Maybe kyo said something sweet to the reader but feels embarrassed afterwards,?
damn. i rlly didn’t write this until the very last day of his life huh. my condolences on our oshi. but still! send him off strong and happy and be sure to celebrate both the times you've had and the ones he's about to invite after he graduates!
tags: pre-relationship, fluff, gender neutral reader, teasing
#100 followers for 4402 - 37. embarrassed
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Something in Kyo’s gene pool made his height spring up nearly overnight. You’d even be happy for him—
“How’s the weather down there?”
—If he didn’t rub it in your face any chance he got.
It’s karma. You were taller than him just a few weeks ago and watching him react to you poking fun at his height is what kept you going. Now he towers over you (nothing to be ashamed of) and leans down while he speaks (everything to be ashamed of).
You scoff and roll with the punches. “Nice and shady while your beanstalk ass stares directly into the sun.”
“Nah, I’m having the time of my life up here,” Kyo says. You walk side by side with him, and now that today's classes at the Institute are over, it's at your own pace, without any of the rush of the school day. “Is this what it’s like to be the tall one?”
“Something like that. If I knew you would be this obnoxious about growth spurts, I would’ve told the moon to pick someone else.” You poke him. “Should’ve made me even taller than you.”
“You wish, being shorter suits you. It's cute.”
“You saying I’m cute?”
Kyo is quick to retort whenever any of your friends insinuate anything around him, but as his mouth opens, no sound comes out. His lips are slightly parted.
"You are!" You bump up against his arm to bring his guard down. "Aww, I had no idea you thought of me like that. You're not an asshole like you insist, are you?"
"Fuck off. I'm talking about your height, not you."
"Same thing! Besides, didn't you hate being called cute when you were smaller than me?"
"Woah, this isn't about me."
"Exactly." You smirk. "You want me to call you cute too?"
He doesn't say anything to that either, so between your footfalls, you look right up at him and his stupid height, ready to banter right back at whatever he says next.
What isn't expected is how he stares straight ahead, too focused on something that doesn't exist to watch you. The dyed streaks in his hair, usually tucked behind his ear, hang in front of his face instead, as if the pink would suggest the color over his face as a trick of a light.
When was the last time Kyo was speechless like this? You can't recall any of your other friends winning over no matter how they tried pushing his buttons. Perhaps he's the type that can dish it out but can't take it—after all, you're the only one in the Institute that can go toe-to-toe with him and his biting wit.
Curious to test the hypothesis, you bump up to him again. "You aren't denying it."
He tilts his head away, but now there's no mistaking the blush as anything else, just as bright as his hair along his cheek and over the corners of his ears, and a grumble under his breath you can't understand.
"Sorry, can't hear you, speak up please?" You tease, feigning innocence.
Kyo's brows scrunch together as he snaps his head to you, but despite the height and the many conversations you've had with him, he looks smaller than ever. "I said fine. You're cute. Happy now?"
Now it's your turn to forget how to speak, but luckily, you recover faster than he ever did. "Yes, actually."
"Great."
The pathway goes from pavement to dirt, and the crunching gravel under your shoes takes up the space your words can't fill. A tiny feeling of victory spreads through you.
"Are you embarrassed?" You ask.
"No," he says.
Neither of you buy it.
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tanglepelt · 1 year
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Dc x dp idea 19
Danny outs himself and Vlad to Bruce Wayne at a gala. Why because he thinks Bruce is Batman’s sugar daddy. Best way to get a message to him obviously. Turns out he didn’t have to Jazz was at the gala and punched Vlad straight in the face.
So vlad finally gives up on Maddie. Maybe she found out he was half ghost and tried to kill him not really too important. Vlad is a sore loser
Meaning he kills Maddie, jack, and Danny’s friends to isolate him. Jazz is away at Gotham U and Vlad doesn’t bother to check that everyone was there when he killed them.
Danny is trapped at vlad manors like how sam was with the tiara. Anyone who may not know or recall the episode a bs princess contest was hosted sam won, weirdo with a castle (much like vlad) decided to trap her with a magic crown. She just couldn’t leave the castle (now like Danny)
Jazz thinks Danny died in the explosion. Vlad paid the custody lawyers and cops hush money as to not alert anyone Danny was alive. He needed to keep his little badger “safe”.
Vlad now has no one to stop him and has his perfect son in his grasps. He turns to world domination.
Time passes and word of Vlads adoptive son gets out. Both get invited to many galas. Danny has no say in anything and is just trying to get the damn watch off. Vlad only agree to go to the Wayne’s gala as he had never been invited before.
After a few safety precautions. Sending his ghost animals ahead to essentially hold the rich hostage. Danny would behave if it meant keep others safe after all. So the watch gets taken off for a shocker and way to prevent him from using his powers for the trip to Gotham.
Danny is just thinking of Tucker’s theory that Bruce is Batman’s sugar daddy. Sam just thought he was Batman.
So Danny writes a note addressed to Bruce.
Basically says hey vlad is plasmius. He’s a fruitloop killed my family and friends to adopt me. Please help. Btw vlad rigged the gala with ghost in case i tried anything. He has me and them connected to the totally secret remote in his front pocket. Shocks me and makes the animals attack. Don’t be mean to them. He experimented on my animal friends. So like don’t be suspicious and please pass this on to batman. Pretty sure your his sugar daddy Hence the note to you.
He does manage to pass the note on. Bruce and his kids all kinda look at him in shock.
Only then does jazz walk in with some dude with a white streak. She looked at him then vlad. Then him again. Vlad was sweating. Danny was grinning.
She then immediately decks him and tackels vlad. All while Bruce reads the note.
Dick and Jason are now involved. Danny is yelling about the remote. It goes flying Damian catches it. The ghost animals appear. Danny tells which button to click. Damian frees the ghost animals and danny from there collars or in Danny’s case watch.
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miel-ji · 1 year
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Sunshine
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Genre: fluff
Pairing: Jisung x fem!reader
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: none, just really fluffy
Summary: It’s the first time that Jisung is coming over to your apartment to hang out… alone.
A/N: I got this idea this morning, and I was really excited to write. I’m not so sure how often I’ll be able to write, so I decided to just go ahead and do it. I do plan to write for other members, but Han has just been stuck in my head lol I’m actually ot8 btw
Your and Jisung’s relationship had developed naturally from friends to feelings. It was one of those cases where everyone around you, but you two, could see where it was headed. They all knew that you’d never just stay friends. He’d always ask about you when you weren’t around, and you always wore a small smile when talking about him. Once Jisung had taken the step to further your relationship, you realized how your flirting hadn’t been that subtle at all.
You’d been something for two weeks, and today was the first time that you were inviting him over to your apartment, alone. You would consider your relationship a fling, but just thinking that caused your face to tug into a frown. You wanted more with him. When you thought of Jisung, you thought of comfort. He was always the one noticing if your mood had changed, if you needed someone to check on you, or if you needed space. You really wanted to make this work and, for once, make it past the undefined grey areas of a blossoming romance.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and the sun rested low in the horizon. Golden light spilled from the windows and onto your floor, basking your living room in its rich yellow hue. You pulled the curtains back a little to allow the light in more as you rushed around the living room trying to straighten everything. When you got home that day, you immediately started cleaning. It helped that you weren’t a particular messy person, but you still made sure that the floors were swept and the surfaces dusted.
You’d fluffed the pillows, lit a candle, and settled on the couch when you heard the soft knocking on the door. You immediately perked up in your spot as you anxiously gazed at the door. Your palms were sweating, and you were already feeling restless. Yes, you were nervous, but mainly, you felt excited. You took a deep breath before striding over to the door to open it. The boy that greeted you reminded you of all the cliche scenes from the romance books that occupied your bookshelves of the boy next door.
“Hey y/n,” Jisung was leaning against the door frame while gazing down at you. He wore an innocent grin on his face, but one of the corners was quirked up just a bit. That perfectly summed up Jisung; seemingly innocent but always having playful undertones. You felt his eyes drinking in your appearance like you were doing with him. He definitely looks comfortable in his baggy clothes and hoodie; his hair cascading over the eyes that you loved so much.
“Hi,” you said softly and bit back a smile that threatened to take over your whole face. The nerves you once felt were slowly melting away as you now felt nothing but at ease. The arm he was leaning on hooked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, and you rested your palms against his chest. You could see his smile grew as he straightened himself, gently using his thumb and forefinger to tilt your head up. He caught your lips in a slow kiss to greet you.
You hummed in pleasant surprise, feeling your shoulders drop as the last of your anxieties were expelled with his kiss. “So, you wanna come in?”
“No, I’m good here,” he giggled a little while squeezing you a bit in his hold. Your chest felt light as he buried his head into the crook of your neck, refusing to let you go. You laughed along and lightly pushed against his chest so that he’d release you. You moved to the side, and Jisung took a few steps inside while looking around the tiny apartment. “I should’ve known.”
“Should’ve known what?” You tilted your head at him after closing the door and making your way over.
“That even your apartment is cute and smells nice.” You rolled your eyes, acting like he wasn’t charming his way into your heart. “Oh, you know what would look nice here?” He gestured to your coffee table that had some books resting on the top.
“What’s that?”
“Some flowers. I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
“Ji, you don’t have to bring me flowers,” you said but the smile growing on your face said you were more than delighted at the idea.
He had made his way to the couch and was now lounging there as he took your hand and coaxed you beside him. His thumb rubbed soft circles over the back of your palm, and he looked up at you with big bright eyes. His lower lip poked out a little in a pouty like way, “please, pretty.”
You sat on the space beside him on the couch and shifted your body slightly so your knees brushed as you turned to face him. You shrugged, the same smile as before never having left your face, “I won’t stop you if that’s what you want to do.”
When you invited Jisung over, you figured you'd have something like a movie night. There was a new box of microwaveable popcorn sitting in your cabinet along with a case of the drink he always ordered from the vending machine in the fridge. You’d suggest that later, but you wanted to see where things would go with him first. So far so good as he threw an arm over the back of the couch and continued to observe your apartment. It was as if he were trying to find even more little details to be able to memorize about you.
He absentmindedly played with your fingers, slipping your rings off and back on, before he let out a gasp of excitement and stood up from his spot. “I thought that you said you didn’t play any instruments.” There was amusement in his voice as he picked up the ukulele that you forgot was resting by your bookshelf in the corner.
“I’m not… that’s just a failed quarantine skill…” you cringed thinking back to all the skills you tried to keep yourself busy with back then. You had always wanted to learn to play an instrument, and all the research you did said that ukulele would be the easiest to start with. You were so excited when you first got it. You saved all kinds of tutorials to a playlist, downloaded different apps for learning, and learned the basic chords.
“Aw, you must remember something,” his eyes sparkled with amusement once again as he returned to his spot on the couch with the ukulele in hand. He tuned it pretty quickly by being able to tell by ear. He gave it a good strum for equal measure and turned it over to you. “I’ll help you.” There was a small encouraging smile on his face as you took the ukulele from him.
“Okay, okay, but please don’t laugh. Or at least not too much.”
He exaggerated his expression as his brows knitted together, and his mouth fell open to form an ‘o’, “of course not!”
You cleared your throat, sat up straighter, and took a deep breath before singing. You softly sang somewhere over the rainbow and played strumming down for the four counts. You fumbled through the chord changes since the positions now felt foreign to your muscles, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Jisung was clearly enjoying it even if he knew exactly where you were messing up. His eyes were soft and brows slightly upturned, wearing a dreamy expression as he slightly swayed to the music. You finished with the short chorus, and you both had a slight pink tint on your faces.
“Y/n, how could you not tell me this?” His smile grew and his teeth flashed.
“There’s nothing to tell! I don’t play…” you handed the ukulele back to him.
“But you could. You have a really nice voice…” his voice was a little lower as he said this, not missing the sincerity.
You chose to ignore the comment because if your heart beat any louder, you were scared he’d be able to hear it too. “Well, now it’s your turn to play something.”
“What would you like to hear, baby?” He straightened in his seat to get ready to play.
“Anything,” you breathed out, excited to hear him sing in person for the first time.
He gazed at you for a moment before looking down at his hands that rested on the ukulele. Your heart melted as his lips formed another pout, but this time due to concentration. He started strumming along to the song, and you immediately recognized it.
“You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.” He was looking at you as he sang. His voice sounded light as it reached your ears. “You make me happy when skies are grey.” His melodic voice filled your senses and lulled you into a state of peacefulness. “You’ll never know dear how much I love you.” He shook his head a little while smiling, and the steady tone he’d been keeping broke a little trying to hold back a giggle. The line seemed to have flustered him, but he finished the chorus by leaning in a little closer to you anyway, “please don’t take my sunshine away.”
“Wow…” you swallowed down the emotions that bubbled in your chest. “You’re definitely better than me.” You laugh a little.
“Then why would I rather hear your voice?” He leaned in even closer, and his tone sounded like the question had the most obvious answer.
Shaking your head a little at his flirtations, you accepted his challenge and leaned in as well. Your noses were almost brushing, and his eyes widened just a little at your bold gesture before his gaze dropped down to your lips. You smirked as you noticed the effect you had on him and let your gaze travel down to his lips as well. They were plump and soft, already parted slightly as if anticipating your next move was to finally feel yours against them.
“Because, you’re obsessed with me,” you teased.
“Shut up,” he playfully quipped back, his breath tickling your cheek as he huffed out a laugh. He reached up to cup your cheek. His palm warmed your against your skin as he caressed your face.
Instead of kissing him, you whispered, “teach me?”
“What?” He asked, a little dazed. Your voice pulls him from his thoughts.
“Teach me to be as good as you.”
“Hm, I think you’re already perfect, but I’ll at least help you with ukulele.”
You rolled your eyes and sat back, “that’s what I meant.”
“Well, of course,” he handed you the ukulele this time, but he slid behind where you sat on the couch. His legs were on either side of you, and his arms wrapped around you from behind to get ready to direct you in playing. His chin rested on your shoulder, and he was now fully wrapped around you. His warmth was nice, and you found yourself leaning back into his chest a bit. You closed your eyes to block out your other senses and just simply feel him. He pecked your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times to remember why you were in this position in the first place. “Now, put your fingers like this…” He helped you place your fingers on the right strings and adjusted your grip where you could play it clearly.
He continued directing you in playing the song, and you could feel his chest vibrate when he would hum along. He clasped his hands together and rested them in your lap when you would play. He’d excitedly squeeze you when you would pick up on the new thing he taught you. And in between playing, he’d kiss your cheek before helping you again. You thought you had given up on trying to learn the ukulele, the discarded instrument just reminding you of goals left unfulfilled, but that afternoon, you had found a new, stronger motivation.
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justice-maul · 7 months
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Hello! I was hoping if you could do a rivalry fanfic about tony stark x dom male reader maybe? Like if Tony gets into a big fight with male reader and (this might sound a bit basic but whatever 😅) he pins him to the wall and they start a messy make out that might turn into smut? And maybe tony tells male reader that he been having odd dreams like this? ( I’ve never really requested before soo heh😀)
«Hateful Lust» Tony Stark x Dom Rival Male Reader
Word Count: 2,432
Author Note: I… I love you guys so much, I’m not a fan of porn without plot I fucking love plot gives it more character
Btw I literally know nothing about the business world so don’t check me on this and remember English isn’t my first language!!
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Warning(s)⚠: Bottom Tony, rough hate sex, porn with plot, blowjob, butt plug,
Tony Stark was the most annoying human being you’ve ever known. While Tony had grown up into the business world, you had built your way to the top and Tony and his entitled personality always managed to get on your nerves.
When you met, it was at a simple business meeting between companies, but it was enough to make you dislike the man.
The entire time he wasn’t taking anything seriously, he kept making jokes and annoying quips, and he wasn’t even paying attention most of the time he just kept flirting with every girl he found attractive enough to his standards… so pretty much every girl in the room.
The worst part is that because of his status in the business world, no one could tell him off or saying anything disrespectful to him, but that didn’t stop your comments about his behavior, you didn’t care what he was capable of you always spoke your mind and criticized him when he needed to be
That was what made him dislike you and that’s where te rivalry all began, it started from petty little comments that were disguised behind your professionalism and only escalated to literally cussing each other out each and every time you were in the same room
As usual, you were invited to a Stark party (probably because Pepper usually wrote the invitations) and although you hated going, you knew it was always a good business opportunity so you decided to go ahead to the party and avoid and ignore Tony Stark as much as possible
But of course, Tony always had this way of making sure that everybody in the room noticed him and it always worked managing to piss you off, you huffed and just decided to walk off and go cool down.
Walking into a random room that looked like an unused office as you were looking around and finally feeling somewhat calm, Tony Stark obviously had to ruin that.
“Hey buddy, long time no see!”
He said in a sarcastic tone and closed the office door behind him and walked up to you
“Hi… Tony.”
You said with an exasperated sigh through your nose, clearly trying and not bite his head off
“Aww, what’s the matter hun? Don’t like me much?” He said teasingly making you grit your teeth, “Who would? Other then the girls you sleep with.” You said coldly to him making him roll his eyes while still smiling
“Well at least all those girls have money to spare,”
Now that made you upset, everyone was aware of your background but you never cared cause you were just as wealthy and powerful in the business world as them and they couldn’t say anything to you but for Tony to say it? It just pissed you off
“At least I earned my own money instead having my daddy help me.” You retorted mockingly
“Why is it that I’m able to get under your skin so easily?” He said smiling, he knew exactly what he was doing
“Cause your so goddamn annoying,” you said with a growl in your voice making him smirk in response as he got even cockier
“Why don’t you just admit it? You wanna kiss me.”
“Excuse you? Why the hell would I want to kiss you?” You scowled in disgust and turned to face him waiting for an answer but you could see that he was clearly enjoying this interaction
“Because your secretly in love with me. Why else would you be so mad?” He said trying to push you further, with that smirk still plastered on his face making you rolls your eyes and scoff,
“Oh fuck off Tony, I doubt anyone could genuinely be in love with you if it wasn’t for your money or looks.” You replied coldly
“So you think I’m attractive?” He asked teasingly looking smug as he spoke, moving closer to you and leaning forward “I bet you think about me before bed, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, putting his hand flat on your chest and slowly dragging it down your body
“I know I do,” he said in a low voice still whispering to you as his hands moved to your belt gently tugging it before moving it further down to your length
“What do you think your doing?” You said grabbing his hand “Oh be real, we both know you wanna sleep with me.” He said pulling his head away grinning, and a part of you knew he wasn’t wrong
Your mind drifted to all those dreams you’ve had of fucking him so rough into the bed so he could finally learn some manners, when he would interrupt meetings and make those snarky comments you wished you could shut him up by making him deep throat your cock slurring and mumbling the words “I’m sorry,” over and over again
As you were thinking Tony’s hand firmly squeezed your softened cock rubbing it from the outside of your dress pants.
“Your thinking about it, aren’t you? I know you are,” He whispered softly near your lips as he watched your expression shift from him stroking your now hardening length
Having had enough of him teasing you, you pushed him up against the wall smashing your lips against his and kissing him, hard.
Tony kissed back, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his body against yours, his length grinding down on yours.
You lifted Tony up by his thighs making him instinctively wrap his legs around your waist as you slipped your tongue in his mouth, the kiss turning sloppy and messy as your arousal increased.
You don’t even know how long you two were making out when Tony pulled away to catch his breath, resting his head against the wall exposing his neck
You gave him no time to rest as you immediately began marking it all over focusing on his pulse points in a way that left him panting, letting out soft breathy moans, his legs started to shake and get slightly weak.
He was completely lost in the moment, wrapping his arms around you for support as his knees weakened at your increasingly aggressive movements. You set him down only for him to button your shirt and kiss down your chest
“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry to which you responded with a simple nod, With a swift motion, Tony dropped to his knees before you, his eyes locked on your now erect length.
His hands gripped your hips as his tongue flicked out to trace along the length of your shaft his mouth enveloped you, his lips forming a tight seal around your cock as he began to suck and bob his head with a rhythm
His tongue danced along your sensitive skin, his warm breath caressing your most intimate area, sensations intensified and the wet heat of his mouth and the suction of his lips was driving you closer to the edge and eagerly taking you deeper into his mouth
As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, Tony maintained his relentless pace, eager to milk every last drop. He moaned around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you
feeling the heat pooling inside you burst, you threw your head back as Tony eagerly swallowed, savoring the taste of your essence, sucking and licking to prolong your pleasure until the very last sensation of ecstasy subsided
“Fuck, at least your mouth is good for something when it’s not spitting out absolute filth,” you said in spite making him let out a breathy chuckle as he got back up from his knees “Oh you love it when I’m talking dirty, it’s get you riled up so bad…” he teased rubbing his hands up your chest as he batted the most innocent doe eyes at you
“Oh shut up already,” you said with a groan and pushed him against the wall so his rear end was facing you, he assisted you in removing his pants kicking them off to the side
“Well aren’t you inpatient?” He said cheekily, you dipped your hand down his back and spread his cheeks with your hand, ready to push your fingers in only to find a cold flat surface pressed against his hole, you didn’t even need to look to know exactly what it was
“Seriously Tony?”
He laughed “What? A guy’s gotta be prepared, right?” He said sarcastically and reached his hand around, his fingers gently tracing the edges of the butt plug making you grunt in response as you reached out grabbing the rim and yanked it out in a sudden, rough motion making him let out a startled gasp
His eyes widened a mixture of surprise and pleasure evident on his face “Fuck, I love it when you get all riled up, it’s such a turn-on” he said with a hint of breathlessness evident in his voice and turned around to face you, wrapping his arms around your neck
You lifted him up again like before and pulled Tony down on your cock making his body tense and moan softly, his lips parting in a silent plea for more as his hands moved to grip your shoulders for support and adjusted to your size his body gradually relaxing before he began slowly rocking his hips
You fucked into his sloppy hole, his eyes locked on yours, the desire shining in them as you moved your bodies in sync, each thrust bringing you both closer to a crescendo of pleasure
“Oh come on, at least fuck me like you mean it, don’t tell me your a virgin,” He said cockily even though his body responded eagerly to every thrust, riding the waves of pleasure.
“Says the one clenching around my dick like a needy whore.” You said with malice. The intensity of the moment was only increased by the roughness, the lust, the desire, and the hate between you two creating a powerful intimate bond
Your hands stayed on his ass, using it as leverage to fuck into him further. He arched his back, pressing his ass furthermore against your hands as he moaned
“Is this what you wanted? Is that why you’ve been such a brat?” You could only chuckle as his nails dig into your shoulder and he could barely respond, only throwing his head back “If you could’ve just asked me to put you in your place, I would’ve been happy to give it to you the way I know you’ve thought of,” you whispered in his ear, amplifying your words with deep, sharp, thrusts
He let out a guttural moan and buried his head into the crook of your neck “I’ve been having so many weird dreams about this, about you fucking me just like this…” he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desire which ultimately surprised you but only made you cockier
“Yeah? Is that why you always invite me to these parties that you know I hate? Were you really that desperate for me? Wearing tight fitting clothes all. The. Fucking. Time.” You punctuated every word with a sharp thrust, and he only responded with breathy whimpers into your neck which wasn’t something you’d ever expect from Tony Starj but man did it really boost your fucking ego
You laughed at his reaction and angled your thrusts against his prostate, making sure to hit it roughly and even grind against it which made him let out the throatiest moans you’ve ever heard as you pounded him
He pulled away from your neck to breath but he could barely even catch his breath as you fucked him into an oblivion making his brain fog his thighs trembling around your waist as he did his best to hold on
You, just plain old you, finally defeated the great fucking Tony Stark with your dick, knowing this entire time this is what he wanted, that he’s been dreaming of this, enticing you on purpose, he wanted you to hate him enough to the point where you felt the need to put him in his place, and there was only one more thing for you to do in order to have him completely under your hand
You fucked him purely to chase your release, not caring for his as your hips snapped against his ass relentlessly, making him scream out strings of moans with every sharp thrust before slowing down and finally spilling your load inside his messy puckered hole leaving him an almost adorable drooling mess
You pulled out watching as cum trickled out with your satisfied smile only widening from the look of him completely dazed with drool dripping down down his chin, as much as you hated him and thought he was the most annoying guy in the universe, your not an asshole
You left him on an office chair for a quick second and came back with tissues and water cleaning him up to the best of your abilities and offering him the water until he got back to his normal state and he was able to get back to his own party
“You really fucked my brains out, huh?” He said, still a bit out of it with a dumb smile plastered on his face as you only scoffed and rolled your eyes at him
“Yeah, yeah, this was only a one time thing, your a real pain in my ass Tony,” you said and he only snickered
“A lot of people say that to me, but we both know eventually you’ll come back for more,” you couldn’t say he was wrong per say, after already fucking him once you wanted to do it again and wipe that cocky ass smirk off of his face but you would never admit that to him
“Whatever, see you at work Tony, and not a word about his to anyone.” You said sternly and he made a locking his mouth gesture and throwing away the fake key and you shook your head at his childish behavior and left he called out after you Nanking sure your the only one who heard over the loud music
“Cal me when you want round two, sweetheart!”
You continued walking off but had to admit you couldn’t actually wait until you fucked him again even wait to bf a bit to see him leave the room a minute later and going back to mingling and flirting at his own party, his own cocky-self restored and although you wanted to again, you decided to go back to your own place… for now.
(Lol, sorry I didn’t know how to end this but I hoped you guys enjoyed! Eat, drink some water, and get some rest my lovelies!)
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littlebluespoon · 5 months
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cool teacher anon again 👋
*pulls out a note and pad*
so, since König has blue blood, does that mean his blushing looks like a bluish hue on his cheeks?? how does he feel about Cthulhu/deep one jokes? what about hentai jokes?? would he appreciate reader getting a lil octo with a crown tattoo?? can I pick him up and spin toss him in the air like an Italian chef making a pizza dough?? would he turn into his human form if we asked him or would he be sassy about it?? whats the best way to bribe this petty lil blob?
Love the fic btw its SO fun
*gets serious and slaps hands on desk*
Right! König blushing blue?! You’re a genius. He absolutely does, a nice teal blue blush on his orange little face 🥰 adorable
Cthulhu jokes are a hit and a miss. if he thinks you’re calling him Cthulhu, go right ahead. But if he thinks you’re calling Cthulhu better than him, pouty baby alert. You could try making hentai jokes but he’s just look at you blankly, he doesn’t get them. But if you explain it to him, he’s gonna have the biggest blush you could imagine and he’ll run off to cool down 😉
He loves the tattoo and just sees it as more proof you’re his. Although much like your piercings, he hates that there’s a period of time where he can’t touch you in a certain place. So he’s conflicted, it shows you’ve accepted you’re his but he can’t touch any part of you he wants.
Because the image of him being spun around in the air makes me laugh, I’m gonna say yes. I mean, we’ve already seen Horangi throw him so I’m betting reader could definitely get some tosses in. Just not too much though, or he might accidentally cover you in ink.
Depends on where you are in your relationship, as it’s still early days asking him to change forms just means he’s gonna run away from you. He doesn’t feel confident enough to actually speak to you. Which is why you only see him if he’s injured or being thrown at you in exasperation. Horangi was fed up hearing König talk about you so he took matters into his own hands.
Fresh crab. 100%. Tbf if you asked him for anything he’d get you it, but if you wanted to make sure he’d do something or invite him to spend time with you, fresh crab is the best way to do it. Or something that smells like you. He’d kill for that.
💙💙 I’m glad you’re loving it! Thank you for all the cute asks, I love getting to think about all these little details. And I’m definitely borrowing the blue blush idea, thank you 😙
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