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underwhelmingalchemist · 1 month

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So apparently the version of the "Isn't It Bromantic" interview that gets passed around isn't the full thing

So after seeing a tumblr post I can't find, about two and half hours of intensive internet digging, and one purchase from a sketchy second-hand site later (full story under the cut, I promise it's interesting, but also long), I got the physical magazine and scanned it

So here you go: the full "Isn't It Bromantic?" TV guide interview with Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie

Feel free to repost wherever you want- I want people to be able to find the full thing

SO, as for how I found it:

I saw this tumblr post forever ago that I can't find anymore because tumblr is just Like That with a cropped screenshot of an interview with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard. In the interview, they're asked about the "bromance" between their two characters. Leonard makes an annoyed comment about how "everyone [is] obsessed with homosexuality", followed by the interview apologizing and Laurie immediately jumping in with, "No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore…" and the screenshot cuts off there. Cue funny comment from the OP about the interaction, roll credits.

Except, as these things tend to do, it ended up becoming a bit of a brain worm, and I wanted to find it again. But I couldn't find the tumblr post. I looked absolutely everywhere, and in the process of looking everywhere, I found what I thought was the original interview- a blog post with the full quote from the actor. I didn't think too much about it, I figured it was just a short quote given to a popular blog in 2008. There's a magazine cover above it, but I don't think too much about it, because I'm focusing on the quotes in the article instead of the rest of it.

So I send screenshots to a couple friends to make jokes, and it probably should have died there.

However, late at night I end up thinking about that interview again, because of course I did. I start to think about how it's weirdly formatted for, what I assumed at first reading, was just an entertainment news blog reaching out for comment and getting a response. So I pull up the screenshots of the article (because weirdly enough, the old-ass blog only loads on mobile) and look at it again.

This is when I realize that this isn't an original piece from a blog interviewing these two after reaching out for comment. This is a blog post quoting and commenting on a full interview from a magazine, which I had originally thought had just been the inspiration for the piece.

So naturally, I go looking for the magazine.

Luckily, the name of the magazine is displayed on the cover, and so is the title of its main piece. This should be easy to find, right?

Wrong.

This is an interview in a physical magazine. From 2008. October 13th, 2008, to be exact.

I know this exact date because searching the article title and magazine name leads me to an archive on the TV Guide website.

Of covers.

And nothing but covers.

I spend like forty-five minutes searching everywhere I can think of on the web. Internet Archive, the TV Guide website, any search result that comes up when I search any combination of the words "House" "Interview" "Bromantic" "Bromance" "TV Guide" "Archive" etc. Over and over, all that's coming up are that original blog post and the cover from the official gallery.

The only things I could find online were:

The cover and date of the issue on the TV Guide website

The original blog post that was screenshotted in the original tumblr post

Another blog post that had a much shorter version of the quote, references something Leonard says from later in the article, and makes a comment on the nature of his reaction to the term "bromance"

An entry on Leonard's IMDB page's "interview" list mentioning it in title only

And:

5. A single listing for the issue on what seemed to be a second-hand site that looked like it hadn't had its UI updated since the mid 2000's, with a listing with no date or additional information besides what issue it is.

This is the only listing anywhere. I checked every other second-hand site I could think of, and then some that only came up through google searches. There's not a single listing for that issue on any of them. There were plenty of listings of TV guide magazines, including one that seemed promising because it included issues from that year, but it was missing all of October.

It seemed like the only listing for this issue on the entire internet was this one copy on this one obscure website. For all I know, this was listed in 2008 and abandoned, and just never got marked inactive. It could also be a complete scam.

A few quick google searches show that that website seemed to be legit, albeit a bit loose on quality control (which makes sense, this website seemed like the kind of thing you'd have to use the Way Back Machine to access). It also had an option to pay via PayPal, which meant I could file a chargeback if need be.

It was $11.50 when you include shipping.

So at about half past midnight, I bought the listing.

Naturally, about an hour later, I manage to actually find a scan of the interview. I had to follow a link in the comments of a post on FanPop, taking me to an old wordpress blog, and I'm sitting in front of the damn interview at last.

But something doesn't make sense. Why would their cover story only be two pages of text that aren't even full pages, and why would it cut off so strangely? There was no concluding sentence or paragraph, even though it started with a fairly long lead-in. It also led right up to the edge of the page, which felt like there should be more to it. There were more images in the interview than text, and the fact that there are so many of them and they clearly did a whole photoshoot indicated that they had them on hand for a while. The silly string one, for instance, I imagine probably had to require a couple takes, which means cleaning off Wilson's hair and face, adjusting makeup, etc. for it. Meanwhile, the conversation itself seems like it could have taken ten minutes total. I could have been totally wrong and that was where the article ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more.

So I hold tight. A couple days pass with no update, and then the PayPal purchase gets updated with a tracking number. Promising, but it could still be a scam. Whether or not I get the actual magazine becomes a source of anxiety for the next week.

Until today, when I get told it was delivered. And when I opened the envelope it was sent in: there it was.

When I tell you I was happy stimming in my bedroom just holding the damn issue in my own hands... And then opening it and finding out that I was right, there was a missing page... I was elated. I still am, just typing this.

So I spent half an hour getting my scanner to work, and I give you the above issues.

Like I said above, feel free to repost however and wherever you want. I want all this to mean something.

In the meantime, I have two more House-themed TV Guide magazines coming to try and get articles from.

#i am so psyched to have found this you have no idea #house #house md #hatecrimes md #malpractice md #gregory house #james wilson #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #tv guide #magazine #interview #house interview #isn't it bromantic #hilson

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ybklix · 16 days

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stargirl

black hair felix my beloved, just felix my beloved₊˚⊹♡

★ lee felix one shoot.

✦summary: After a fashion event in Paris, Felix decides to visit you at your apartment, you two are best friends, you have kissed before but you don't know how to take the next step even though you both want each other badly.

♡notes: 2022 felix in ysl event outfit.

✭ content tags - warnings: smut / only 18+ / felix x fem reader / idol felix / reader's pov / oral sex / unprotected sex / fingering / masturbation / foreplay / needy reader

wc: 6.1k

one shoot (masterlist)

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ I had a vision A vision of my nails in the kitchen Scratching counter tops, I was screaming My back arched like a cat My position couldn't stop, you were hitting it.

I gently placed my fingers over my lips, removing the crumbs from that cookie bite I had just taken. Followed by several bites, I would occasionally run my tongue, while, standing in front of my kitchen island, I flipped through the pages of my previous month's Vogue magazine... I had to confess that I was a little nervous. My mind was all over the place and my stomach seemed to drop with every passing second... still, the cookie was sweet and delicious, I couldn't stop eating it.

The sudden message notification sound distracted my attempted attention from the magazine. My cellphone was right next to it, and that's when through the screen I managed to read his name, and a message telling me to open the door, that he was outside; once again my stomach dropped with nerves and my breathing was short. This used to happen to me when I really liked someone. I think I really like him.

I didn't bother grabbing my cellphone, I just nervously smoothed down my pajama shorts and ran for the door. I was so nervous, I knew he was coming, but I didn't expect it, inside a part of me was begging for him to say I'm getting tired, I think I'll get some sleep, see you tomorrow.... Only then maybe I would feel calmer.

I didn't take any more time to think and simply opened up, finding his slim complexion dressed all in black, in front of me. He smiled at me. I smiled back and let him in.

His scent reached me in his soft breeze as he passed, every passing second was killing me, I really didn't know how much longer I would have to survive like this.

Disappointed that our greeting was just a shy smile, I followed him with my eyes. I was tired of neither of us making the first move, it's not like we hadn't kissed before... I just felt like he had this thought that there wasn't enough trust yet, or maybe he thought we couldn't cross that line yet. Agh, if only he knew… it was what I was looking forward to the most. We had spent an excellent afternoon, touring the city, I took him to my favorite places, talked like I had never talked before, showed him every useless thing in my apartment, my favorite paintings, my favorite restaurant, I was near him for hours… and still, no little kiss. I closed the door after his entrance, he walked a few steps in the foyer and turned to me, looked me up and down, frowned and said:

—Oh sorry, were you going to sleep already?

I felt my cheeks burn. Embarrassment took over me; the truth was that after a hot afternoon, I wanted to take a bath and make myself as comfortable as possible, but in a… sexy way, to tell the truth the bare shoulders and perfectly loose pajamas were quite cute, just right, why would I feel embarrassed… a part of me knew exactly what I was doing, however the me of the moment, standing in front of the man I liked, didn't have the slightest idea. In fact, I wanted to give the relaxed appearance, as if I didn't care so much in his presence, when in reality I spent hours fixing my hair knowing he was coming, I used concealer under my eyes and richened my lashes by placing a clear mascara, light liquid blush and my favorite perfume on my neck.

—No, I just wanted to be comfortable, although you know… it is a little late —I answered awkwardly, I didn't know how to keep a conversation and he knew that—. Do you want a drink? —I tried to make him comfortable.

—Sure.

We went to the kitchen where, in two glasses, I served us wine, because I was nervous and didn't really know what I was doing.

—I drank it quite a lot today —he said.

I looked at him, surprised that this might not be what he wanted to drink. He was sitting on the other side of the kitchen counter as he watched me pour the drink.

—But it's okay —he hastened to add when he saw my reaction—. Champagne, wine, people, basically it was all like that.

I opened my mouth in amazement, I was just about to ask him how that designer campaign meeting had gone. I must admit, it was quite attractive to seet him at that kind of event.

—Really? And how did it go? —I asked him and took a small sip from my glass. I walked around the table, to approach him and hand him the drink.

—Good. Sit here —he suddenly ordered, pointing to the chair next to him on his left side, then stared at me.

Where had that come from? It was so sudden and so… good, I really liked it. Hearing him order me in that voice, I wasn't at all upset. He knew perfectly well that I would do everything I could to push him away, no matter how much I wanted him to, I just couldn't. So I obeyed, and like a good friend about to overhear a friend's conversation, I sat down next to him. Our knees bumped, and he kept staring at me. Quickly realizing his tone, he cleared his throat and tried to take it back.

—Ahh, to talk more comfortable. I smiled. I liked him too much, couldn't he see it?

We were facing each other. My breath was starting to hitch again, my heart was racing and it was enough just to see the beauty of his face.

At times like this, I pray for him to go away, only then I could breathe. —So, how was your night?

I used a soft tone and tilted my head a bit to listen to him, just acting like everything is fine. Felix let out a sigh, frustrated, puffing out his cheeks.

—You know well I was nervous, but I enjoyed it, people were so kind —he laughed softly—. It was fun, a lot of people came to Hyunjin and I, they were nice, the atmosphere was good, I guess.

—That's good to hear. I saw him pass his gaze to my lips quickly, then quickly divert to the counter, where he captured the cookies on the container.

—From where? —he pointed them out.

—Oh, from the bakery nearby, didn't you see it when you came here?

—I think so, it looks nice —he smiled at me.

—Do you want some? —I asked him, to which I hurriedly stretched out my hand to reach for the container.

Felix nodded, and gently stretched his neck, opening his mouth. He waited for me to feed him. I unconsciously smiled like a fool at his action and took a cookie, handing it to his mouth, Felix laughed between mouthfuls and took it. From a sweet and innocent act it went to tension, as I suddenly felt his heavy gaze, fixed on me, as he delicately licked his lips. Felix. Making me go from one emotion to another. Does he know how nervous he makes me? I'm sure he does and I'm so embarrassed.

—Tastes good.

I smiled at him. With nothing more to say, I thought for a few seconds until he spoke again.

—So you didn't go out today?

I shook my head.

—I came here and wanted to rest a bit. Felix let out a light chuckle, then took a sip from his glass. I must admit, I memorized every little detail of something that only lasted three seconds… it was like in slow motion. Him, with his elegant build, dressed in a way he regularly doesn't, his shiny black button-down shirt, his formal black jeans, his hair still perfectly groomed despite hours of a tedious social event… the way his arm came up and the glass came to touch his mouth, gently closing his eyes and stretching his head back. I was absolutely lost. Absorbed. I averted my gaze as fast as I could when I realized he wanted to captivate mine.

—And… Hyunjin… didn't he want to hang out?

Felix looked down for a second and gave a half smile.

—Not really… he said he wanted to rest. But I did want to come and spend some time. He looked at me once more. This time I could feel the tension and the incredible magnetism in our flimsy bodies. Under the glowing light of my kitchen. Just the two of us. Was it me or was his breathing getting heavy? I smiled at him. Again, out of words to which he added:

—I wanted to see you.

I froze, I swear if he touchs me I can turn into a liquid state. Still, I pray for him to do it. Now. I watched his fingers play with the cup, and the seconds seemed eternal. I didn't know what to say.

—Wanna listen some music? —he suddenly interrupted, clearing his throat and putting his hand over his fingers.

He quickly stood up on his seat. I looked at him confused; Felix headed for the turntable in my living room.

I soon realized, he may have felt uncomfortable, unrequited. I should have said something, silly me. Why doesn't he just take me, can't he see that? Why doesn't he just...

—I listen to it a lot for my French class —he said cheerfully, showing me the cover of Edith Piaf's album.

I smiled warmly at him as I approached him. One thing about Felix is that he would act as if nothing had happened a few seconds ago, just like me, one of the few things alike that we shared.

—It's fun to learn with music.

—True... but I don't feel in the mood for Piaf's...

—How about… —he turned, searching through the albums until finally showing me one— Yes.

My smile widened so suddenly.

—Lana? Really?

—You say it's always a good time to listen to her.

I wanted to capture him in that moment. Him holding my favorite album, with a smile, taking it gently.

—And it is.

Nervously, without thoughts, I sat down on the couch. The first few seconds are a kind of crunching sound emitted by the record player, it's so... satisfying, then the best part started: the guitar of cruel world, the song. I closed my eyes tightly, hiding my excitement.

Opening my eyes I found a smiling Felix, approaching me, then sitting down next to me. If I thought about it, Felix's all black outfit, his dark hair, matched the album aesthetic completely.

—I love that song —I told him.

—I know. You love all of them.

I looked sideways at him as I blushed. The song with that slight crackle was so special, I hadn't heard it in a while. I'm obsessed again.

—I'd do anything to hear it for the first time. To erase my memory and... experience it again.

Felix laughed. I was so happy to hear Lana that I unconsciously moved closer and closer to him.

When the song ended, suddenly it caught my attention that he got up from the couch to go get his phone from the counter, where he stayed for a while, apparently just texting. I sighed, and decided to approach him. He was acting strange out of the blue, I thought he liked me back... I have to prove it before I build up any more stupid expectations.

Felix laughed and kept on texting. It was no big deal. He was confirming his schedule with someone on his staff for tomorrow. Or so I read. As I steped back, slowly, I saw his relaxed expression, and his adorable profile. Well, if I didn't do it now he would leave with nothing but a void in me.

I tried to pretend to check my phone too, but nothing was getting my attention.

—Felix —I called for his attention.

He raised his eyebrows, as a sign that he was listening, but he wasn't. His eyes were glued to the phone screen, his fingers typing nimbly. He looked so good doing the tiniest thing, still, I wanted his attention.

—Felix —I called him back, to which he unexpectedly locked his phone, placing it on the table and stared at me.

He folded his arms, looking relaxed. He was leaning on the edge of the table, facing my living room. Good. Now I had his attention. It took me a few seconds, I tried to captivate him, to let him feel the atmosphere, to which, then, feeling the blood rise in my cheeks, I let out a small laugh at the phrase however I dared to tell him:

—Do you want to kiss me already?

He thought about it the shortest second and the next, finally, he drew a shy smile on his face, moved closer to me... and I felt his lips on mine. I could die right there.

His hands took hold of my waist and pulled him closer to his body. We were pressed together, moving our lips slowly, enjoying ourselves. I tried to stand on my tiptoes, as my arms wrapped around his body as well. We lasted like that for a sweet minute, his right hand ran from my waist to my face, where he placed his hand on. We looked at each other. The glance after the act was always….

I didn't have time to think. He interrupted my thoughts as his lips crashed into mine again, but this time it was more passionate, quick, desperate. I think we had only kissed like this once before, and it ended up leaving me totally craving something more.

I felt the warmth and softness of his fleshy lips brush mine; this time his grip was stronger, and his hands torturously roamed my body, my back, waist, caressed my hair, I felt his hands touch my flimsy silk pajamas, and I noticed the coldness of his shirt buttons and belt sticking to me. I tried to keep up with him, but suddenly his tongue made me open my mouth wider. He was initiating it.

I just wanted a piece of him tonight, before he walked through that door, before I went to sleep sad that I didn't tell him how intensely I felt...that I wanted him. But this felt so intimate, special. I hope he can finish what he's starting, my legs don't respond, I can hold on because of his strong grip and I feel my temperature rising.

Our breaths shorten. We manage to separate, but Felix looks serious, focused. Then the torture continues, he follows with light kisses, at the corner of my lips, around my face, my lips, the tip of my nose, at one point in his actions, our hands intertwine and he continues, teasing me. He knows I'm impulsive and may take his lips in a desperate act; but I didn't feel like doing it now, that little moment felt so right, lovely, warm, perfect.

Slowly, his kisses came down, each brush felt like a prick, it's sharp, startling, pleasurable pain. My breathing was getting faster and faster and I can hear the throbbing in my ears... for a second I thought if he is feeling the same. But I couldn't get a good look at him. He deposited kisses on my jaw all the way down to the neck. So this was how it was going to happen. I thought.

I couldn't help but feel the sudden violent throbbing in my lower part. Shit, this time I was already wet. I was aroused and I was dying to know if he was feeling the same.

His perfume overwhelms me and the brush of his nose kills me. For a second it's not about sex, it's not about the incredible urge I have for him to take me, remove my clothes and have him do with me in sudden frenzied actions of his, to cry and scream... for a second... it's about the art of touching skin to skin. I needed him. To feel him close. So close. To breathe in his scent as I lay my head on his shoulder, making me his. It was almost as if this whole process was so tedious, I wanted to be under his skin already. To feel wanted by him.

I was about to regain my composure until he came to give me kisses on my shoulders. I was just asking over and over again in my inner thoughts and cries, please take off my blouse.

He grabbed my butt and again pulled me into his body. That's when I opened my eyes a little in surprise as I finally felt him and, I realized, we were both aroused.

His cheeks were colored with a slight reddish tinge and his hands traveled from my ass to the inside of my blouse, where he roamed my waist. The cool touch of his rings against my warm skin made me let out a soft moan, one that managed to make Felix smile broadly.

Once again we found ourselves kissing, but now slowly, delicately and passionately. His hands were finally touching my skin, sometimes he would bring his hand up and I felt his thumbs play with my nipples, he would squeeze my breast and, I had to admit, I loved it. But it frustrated me at the same time.

As we parted, in a quick act due to my frustration, I boldly removed my blouse and threw it on the floor, letting Felix see part of my naked body for the first time and, giving him the green light, that is absolutely happening tonight. I wanted it so badly. I wanted him to see it all if it's possible.

He opened his mouth slightly in surprise, I let him watch for a few seconds and before he could make the next move, I stepped forward, giving him another quick, passionate kiss, then I was the one moving down his neck and then to his slight bare chest. As I did so I could hear Felix's heavy breathing close to my ear, followed by sighs of frustration, exasperation and the occasional slight moan in his deep voice, which really turned me on more and made my legs lose the strength to stand there, standing in front of him. My bare breasts brushed against his silky shirt and I felt the pressure of his hands caressing my bare back, occasionally pushing my loose hair away from my face.

Finally I managed to unbutton his shirt, I stretched it a little to get it out of the grip of his belt and left it open; I saw his flat and worked abdomen, stupidly I ran my hands over it, feeling it; Felix let out a chuckle with an arrogant tone, to which I quickly raised my eyes and he stopped laughing, even so, he returned a sweet smile, one that ended up melting me.

Unsure, I started moving down, depositing kisses on his chest then his abdomen... if I kept moving down this would have a consequence, so I hurriedly and nervously, directed my hand to his erection, where I gently touched it on his pants. I looked up to see Felix's reaction, but he was already closing his eyes, letting himself go. I squeezed it some more, massaging it, this time Felix moaned. From one second to the next, I was on my knees. In front of his notorious bulge, about to do what it's excpected.

Felix leaned back agains the table a little, relaxed his body and with his left hand began to gently stroke my hair.

When my breathing was becoming uncontrollable, choppy and irregular I was starting to like it more. Just like now. With trembling hands, from excitement and nerves, I unbuckled first his belt... then the button of his pants, his zipper... before pulling it down, I looked at Felix, who was watching me from above, even at that angle he looked so good. I think I had fantasized about seeing him in this position... me pleasuring him.

—Do it —he said to me, in a frustrated tone, almost in a gasp.

His voice became deeper than normal. He licked his lips and waited to be satisfied.

My knees were losing resistance, and the pulsations in me were getting stronger and stronger. My mouth began to produce more saliva and I felt my cheeks burn intensely.

I finally pulled down his pants where I found his erection on top of his underwear, more prominent.

I wanted to play his same game, and I kissed slowly over the fabric, stuck my tongue out moistening him a little and used my hands. It was soft and hard at the same time. Meanwhile, I heard Felix cursing in a low tone and sighing. But I couldn't resist that little game anymore, so I pulled the elastic of his underwear, and I had to turn my face away, otherwise he was going to slap me. I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them to finally see him. I blushed instantly, perplexed that this was actually all happening, me about to give him a blowjob... and I used to be so shy around Felix.

It was perhaps, better than I had imagined, perfect length —I think even a little bigger than I thought— perfect thickness, color and obviously kept the area clean. Shit, it looked so good.

I directed my left hand to his straight, firm manhood, feeling the texture of his skin, going up and down, stroking his tip with my fingers, until I reached the other end. Meanwhile my best friend lifted his head back in pleasure with muffled moans.

Before I felt it in my mouth, I wanted to feel it on my lips. I wanted every end of me to feel his texture... I was pretty sure this was going to keep me happy for quite some time... and of course, his love and understanding, I hoped.

I kissed it once, then opened my mouth, closed my eyes and ran his length across my lips. His warm, stiff, throbbing sex was finally at my disposal, his pleasure was now up to me and the thought was enough to make me wet again. I could be on my knees, below him, but I still felt that all the power belonged to me now.

Without further ado, I held him with moderate force and began to lick him, moistening and lubricating him... from his glans to his base, tentatively taking his balls from time to time and at last, I was ready to take him into my mouth. Concentrating on not ruining it, I sucked hard, using my tongue and making him rub the softness of the inside of my cheeks. He seemed to love it.

That's when I noticed a weak Felix, surrendered and letting himself go, holding more and more to the kitchen counter with his hand and the other one not letting go of my hair.

I continued my work, in, out, from shallow... to trying deeper, pulling him out, flicking my tongue and when I felt my jaw hurt, I used my hands.

Felix's moans and gasps were getting hotter and hotter. But nothing compared when he moaned my name in his voice, or when he let out little whispers, like this, it feels good, it was the best music to my ears, even better than the one that was playing in the background... it was priceless, the feeling was on another level. I wanted to be his already.

The atmosphere was burning, nothing around us could turn us off, he was totally lost to the pleasurable sensations and desire. His moans were so hot, blending together with the music and the grotesque sounds of his penis in my mouth, it was all too much that I couldn't help but run my hand slowly over my body, traveling over my tits, pressing them, imagining it's him, finally him, until I reached my wet spot. I was dying to be touched, but I had to stop myself. I really wanted it to be him this time.

Felix noticed my groping, bit his lip and, between the incredibly deep look of lust —a dark, piercing, serious yet brilliant look, my new favorite look of his— I noticed his intentions to stop me and take me. To touch me.

But I didn't want to. I didn't want to stop until I saw him cum. Climax. For me. And only for me. I wanted to see him made a mess just for me. If that included having to hold out a little longer for his touch, I would hold out.

I kept up my work for a while longer, keeping a rhythm, speeding it up, feeling every outstanding vein, his skin texture and fat vibrating cock inside my mouth and sliding down my tongue. Tears were starting to come out of my eyes, my nose was about to get runny… I was so turned on that if he didn't cum, I would at any moment. I swear his moans, the strong grip on my hair, loud sighs and gasps as he called my name were enough for me. I was going crazy.

I could tell how much he loved to be pleasured, the movement of his hips was slight, and his little pushes and pulls on my hair were gentle; just Felix always being so considerate.

Until I felt salty droplets of his pre-seminal fluid coming out of him, lubricating the area more, making it slippery, I knew he was going to cum soon. So I continued, harder.

Felix's moans began to change suddenly his ahh was getting deeper and steadier, his legs were getting weaker and that's when I suddenly felt something warm shot my mouth, followed by a loud exasperated moan from my best friend, fuck, he yelled. He filled my mouth, dripping semen on the edges of it.

I was surprised, but I couldn't help but smile in satisfaction, seeing him fully yielding, with his head back, I was just looking at his bare abdomen, his long neck and marked jaw. I withdrew my mouth and hands slowly, still a mess was made, one that didn't bother me at all, after all it was what I was looking for. His semen fell a little on the floor and there were drops on my chest; I didn't know exactly what to do so I thoughtfully swallowed it. After all Felix was a guy who kept his diet healthy, just someone to trust I guess.

I looked up and found Felix staring down at me from above, at a fucking hot angle, with a cocky grin, he said with a husky voice:

—Did you just swallow it?

My cheeks burned in embarrassment, I was already hot, and my face already had that pink tinge to it; but for some reason I felt the intensity of the color rise, I didn't know what to say, I was suddenly back to my shy self; was it wrong?

His hands searched my cheeks and lifted my gaze. Quickly, I stood up, never breaking eye contact.

—You're too good. Good girl.

Still, I was still so horny and wanting so much more. Felix smiled at me, moved dangerously close to me and with his thumb wiped the semen beside my mouth, ran his finger across my lips and made me open my mouth, tasting him one last time. I would never have thought Felix would do something like that, I was surprised and delighted. At the end of the day he was just a little older than me, I guess there is more sex experience in him than I know; I was dying to know.

Without hesitating, he took me by the waist and sat me on the table, the cold, hard marble stone it was made of made me moan. This time Felix had no time to waste, so he pulled hard on my shorts and panties, leaving them lying on the floor and me, completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. I quickly glanced down at my body and then stared at him, his chest still rising and falling from heavy breathing, his gaze turned darker than usual and he still looked focused.

I blushed, he only moved closer to me, separating my legs to accommodate his body and began to kiss me, but now his hand was holding my neck tightly and the other was squeezing and playing with my breasts until he reached my wet pussy, where I put my legs together a little and gave a little jump of surprise when I felt his fingers pass through my area.

I confidently opened up more and more to Felix and wanted to enjoy his touch. I felt two of his slender fingers run up and down, until they found my clitoris, which made me moan in between the kiss, making me shudder, making my nipples hard and, by uncertainty, bringing me closer to his body. Finally he squeezed it and began to make movements, up and down and then circularly. He pulled away from me, but his face was inches from mine. I saw in detail his serious countenance, his pink lips with their perfect heart shape, the freckles scattered across his face and the hair falling a little to his forehead beginning to unkempt, our eyes meeting again.

I held myself with both hands, placed firmly on the table, but I felt small in front of him, I felt like he was now in total control of me. My muscles were contracting, my stomach was enlarging and shrinking from my breaths and constant sighs of excitement… his touch made me swoon. He continued like this, a few painful minutes in which I felt more and more of my climax until he moved down and inserted two of his fingers. It felt so good, with his thumb he kept caressing my clitoris and wet labia; he kept his rhythm, without being rough, it was perfect. I closed my eyes and let myself go, still wanting more of his touch.

—Does it feel good? —he said in my ear in a husky voice.

He smiled broadly. I knew it filled his pride and he liked knowing he was good at what he did, if not the best. At times I was afraid this would happen, Felix can be a bit of a perfectionist, yet he seemed to handle it very well, he cum for me and just now I was watching him masturbating himself. His hand was going up and down and pulling hard his cock, he seemed to be a little rough on himself. He looked so good. I suddenly realized, I wanted him inside me right now.

Felix caught me watching him, removed his fingers from me and began to tease me, rubbing the head of his erect penis over my wet, throbbing lips, pressing and slapping it. I just groaned in frustration.

—Do you have a con…?

—Do it like this —I interrupted him, aroused.

Felix frowned, confused and unsure of his next move.

—They're in my room. But you can really do it like this —I tried to calm him down and persuade him.

I didn't want to walk to my room for a condom and I didn't want him to come off me right at the best time of night either. Yes, I was thinking stupidly and one little mistake could be forever but those were problems of the future, now I was here, next to him, ready for him to fuck me.

Then, the thing I craved so much, he pushed it into me, slowly until it was all inside. Felix grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to his body, feeling his length deepest in me. I let out a moan. Him inside me felt so good, so right.

And then he started with the non-stop movements, the thrusts. He started slow and when I felt it, I asked for him to do it faster. The sound of our bodies colliding was beutiful. Felix in one swift movement gracefully slid his shirt off, throwing it to the floor, leaned towards me and I couldn't help but touch his naked torso. His arms his back, and his thin silver chain dangling, moving. It felt so good I had forgotten what an incredible dancer he was, he had amazing control in his hips. His thrusts were strong, deep and steady, each one deteriorating me, destroying me, in the best possible way.

My breasts were moving up and down and Felix was moaning and panting freely near my ear. Everything was wonderful. I managed to wrap my legs around his body and stroke his soft hair, I was feeling so full and full that I could predict my climax at any moment. He felt it, my legs trembling, my muscles shrinking, my back arching and my eyes watering with my grip on his back tighter, my inner walls felt so hot, wrapping his hard dick tightly.

So, before I could cum, he kissed me, caught my lips, passionately. And I climaxed, this time moaning louder than the previous times and one more time… calling his name.

Felix didn't cum yet, but he seemed happier for my reaction as a half-smile appeared on his face. He continued inside me but now in a more delicate and slower, almost romantic way, until he pulled his erection out of me, resting it on my belly and came.

I was trying to catch my breath, as was he, for a few seconds we said nothing. Until we looked into each other's eyes and we both burst into laughter. It was bit funny because evidently we both wanted to have each other so badly.

I got off the table, thinking, this doesn’t have to end yet, I feel sticky for the fluids and a little embarrased. Since we were here, there was one more thing I wanted to do, well, hundreds, but right now I was only thinking of one. I want to jump on his dick.

—Let's go to my room —I said, taking his hands, almost in a plea—. Take off your clothes.

Felix still had his pants and underwear on, only they were both pulled down. Without looking back I walked to my room, almost jumping of happiness. I waited for him, sitting on my bed. I was wet and ready again just thinking about it. Felix came in a few seconds later, shy, blushing and covering his area, as if I hadn't seen it all before. I laughed slowly and he sat down next to me, on the edge of the bed, so with a nod I told him to settle in nicely, with his full body to the bed.

Finally we were both naked, ready to give ourselves completely once again. I spread my legs apart one on each side of him, putting my body in front, and kissed him again. That unique kiss that we loved to give each other so much, passionate, strong and intense. My hands went down from his abs to his already hard cock, playing with it a little. As we parted, I looked at him, and confessed:

—I want to feel all of you again, Felix; is that okay?

That meant I wanted to feel every raw texture of his hard cock inside me, every inch rubbing all over my guts.

He looked at me, so fucking cute with his big brown cat eyes; he nodded shyly.

I smiled and put it on. Slowly, teasing him. I played a little, rubbing it in my area, rubbing it, just like he did. Letting myself fall gently on his cock, stroking it over my cunt without putting it inside of me yet, moving slowly back and forth, Felix closed his eyes in pleasure, and I couldn't hold back any longer, I was just getting wetter and wetter, my area was was throbbing, ready to ride my best friend's cock.

So I stared at him.

—Now it's my turn —I said.

I had this theory that Felix liked to be slightly dominated and, evidently he liked to have the attention to him and I seriously liked to give, so it was a perfect dynamic. And without further ado, I settled him right into me. Felix moaned and his hands held my waist tightly.

Then I started to do it finally, what I wanted so badly after all. I jumped on him, slowly moving up and down… as I felt his hands run up and down my body, damn it was excellent. My cheeks once again burned and I felt slight sweat break out on me. Felix seemed to love it and that was just what I wanted. I rested my head near his neck for a moment, breathing in his scent and feeling his soft hair on my nose. I had him just the way I wanted, close to me.

Once again, the beautiful, grotesque sound of our skins colliding mixed with our pleasure-filled sighs and moans. Until culminating in my second orgasm and for him, his third. The sensation was so indescribable and more when you’re together with the person you wanted.

We hugged. Felix gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as he stroked my arm and hair. I expected nothing more from sweet Felix than adorable after care; he was just like that.

I think I was going to sleep next to him for the first time. Internally I squealed with excitement and returned the tender kiss on his cheek.

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hellishattempt · 4 months

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𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - the girl in new york

cr sybbatra on twitter, sourced from pin

🢥 summary : celebrity!au gojo satoru and rumours swirling around your established relationship, 3.1k words 🢥 series includes : choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru and nanami kento, part one of five 🢥 content : celebrity!au, gn reader, angst mostly, established relationship, cheating, paps being an ass, lying, use of baby/love/darling and other pet names, song cr goes to nessa barrett, not proofread lol kinda just wrote this instead of studying for exams. don't like the ending, but i never do.

. . . GOJO SATORU SEEN WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AT NYFW was not the headline you wanted to wake up to. it was a lazy saturday morning, and you didn't have any plans for the day. your boyfriend, the prominent gojo satoru, was currently in new york for fashion week. you had been dating for almost a year, having met a little over six years ago at club heaven in los angeles on his birthday by pure accident. the japanese born model had been dragged to america for his twenty first birthday, and spilled his drink on you. he hasn't left the states since. he's established himself in the modeling world, and fashion week was the busiest time of year for him. being a singer / songwriter yourself, you had quite the busy schedule. your bustling schedules were part of the reason it took so long for you and satoru to get together. there was mutual pining, but you both spent so much of your time in different cities and airports, that there seemed to be no point in it. but geto made a joke that if satoru didn't bag you, then he would, and that about did it for satoru. sure, dating hasn't been easy, but you've made it work. satoru had moved in with you in your luxury apartment in the hills of los angeles, though neither of you were there often. after all, you were both a lister celebrities. everyone knew your names, especially the paparazzi.

neither of you were big fans of the paps, satoru especially. you tried to show grace, after all, they were just trying to do their jobs. but their jobs were to be nosy and wrongfully invade your privacy. there were always headlines about you and satoru, the rumours and scandals never seemed to end, but for some reason, this one hit home. your phone read 10:01 a.m. you were in your los angeles apartment, so you were three hours behind satoru. you didn't have any notifications from him, which was weird, because he usually made a point to send you a good morning text before you woke up, no matter what timezone you were in. even if it meant satoru had to set an alarm for two a.m. so that you would wake up with a "good morning, baby," then he would set an alarm. in fact, the only notification you had was a text from shoko, with a link to the article. "have you seen this??" her text read. you clicked the link and it opened a separate page for people magazine. it took all your strength not to roll your eyes. people was your number one enemy when it came to tabloids. they always fabricated such stupid things, so you didn't think much of it at first. still, you read the article word for word.

"gojo satoru was seen today eating lunch with fellow model, iori utahime, at new york's own per se. gojo and iori have been friends for a while now, but are they more?" you scoffed, adjusting yourself in your large bed, continuing on. "gojo and irori are currently in new york for fashion week, and were photographed outside per se for a late lunch before tonight's opener. the photos were quickly posted, and the response was a mix of emotions. in the string of photos, we see gojo and iori sharing a laugh... while holding hands? in a few, his arm was tightly wrapped around iori's waist as he escorts her out of the restaurant. a few nights prior, photos had of gojo and iori sharing drinks at an elite club on eighth had been released, where they seemed more than friendly. that same night, the took shared a taxi, stumbling into the hotel together. social media shares our reply: has gojo's partner seen this and what do they have to say about it?" the article was short and sweet, but it did the trick. the photos had been attached, as well as a slew of twitter posts. #satohime was the third trending tag on twitter. tears stung your eyes as you white-kunckled your phone in your hand.

you were torn between believing and not believing the article. you knew satoru would never cheat on you, but the evidence was right in front of you. he was out with another woman, someone he's known longer than you, holding hands and wrapping himself close to her. you'd never met utahime, but satoru always returned from fashion week, brimming with stories about her that made him laugh until his stomach cramped. you knew they were close, despite only seeing each other twice a year, they'd grown up together. you tried to tell yourself that maybe it was just a rumour, photos taken out of context. after all, it wasn't anything drastic, like a vulgar makeout video, but it still made you sick. so you did the only thing you knew hot to when it come to your emotions: you wrote a song.

. . . NEW UPLOAD : THE GIRL IN NEW YORK flashed across gojo satoru's screen. it was a youtube notification for your channel. he frown slightly at the words, wondering what you were thinking about when writing this. he was at work right now, so he silenced his phone. satoru would listen to the song on the cab ride back to his hotel. he hadn't heart about the people's magazine yet, despite it being published six hours ago. satoru had been so busy with the fashion week presentations and rehearsals, that lunch with utahime had been the first time in a few days he'd left skylight clarkson. in fact, he'd been so busy, that he'd forgotten to charge his phone the night before. it was currently charging, thanks to utahime letting him borrow hers. satoru felt bad for failing to send you a text, but surely you'd understand if it was just one time. utahime wasn't a model like satoru, instead a manager for one of the labels. fashion week in februar and september were some of the only times they saw each other anymore. every february they swore they'd try to see each other more that year, but sepember would always be the second time they saw each other that year. their schedules just didn't allow for it. and even though satoru was a major pain in the ass to utahime, she prized his friendship. they made a point to spend as much time together during fashion week as possible, hence the drinks and lunch.

when the night had finally ended, satoru was exhasted and couldn't wait to return to his hotel bed. it wasn't as good as sleeping next to you, but he could fall asleep on a bag of dirt at this point. satoru stumbled into a taxi, giving the location of his hotel, and pulled his phone from his bag. it was charged now, and your youtube notification sat prettily on his lockscreen, which was a picture of you laughing with your head thrown back. satoru fumbled in the dark of the cab to find his headphones, finally pairing them to his phone and playing the song. "bags in your hand as you kiss me, tellin' me you're gonna miss me. promised me you'll be on you best behavior." your sultry voice entered his ears as the song started slow, a gentle piano and slow guitar riff. "gave me your flight information, call me when you land, say you made it. sweet little me told you, 'go have a good time.'" the song picked up the pace, transitioning into the pre-chorus and chorus. "i didn't mean forget about me, riding in a yellow taxi. who the hell are you on your way to?" satoru was almost too tired to notice the lyrics. almost. "you said i was yours, but maybe just on the west coast, cause as soon as you left home, you got wandering eyes.

"so i guess you lied when you called me special. you're not as smart as you think you are. who the hell is she, taking you from me?" as the song continued, he was more awake with every bar. "fuck you for making me crazy, while you buy her drinks out on eighth street." were you talking about utahime? wait, did you think he had done something? satoru was so confused, consumed by your obscure lyrics. the song ended too soon for his taste, none of his questions being answered by your final line. "baby, i know about the girl in new york..." your voice faded, his headphones going silent. having reached the hotel, satoru rushed to his room, immediately opening his laptop to do some digging. his phone had been silence all day, and when satoru opened his messages app to see if you had said anything, he was instaed hit with over three hundred texts from shoko and suguru. neither sounded happy with him, while satoru still had no idea what he did. before even acknowledging their texts, he went straight to your conversation. "darling, what's going on with your new song??" he typed out quickly, then added, "not that i don't love it! just kinda confused." he watched as delivered turned to read, which resulted in those damn three dots making two additional appearances before completely disappearing. satoru let out a groan of frustration, going to google and searching your names together. the first thing that popped up was an article from people magazine. "gojo satoru seen with another woman at nyfw." the headline read. fuck, how he hated the paparazzi.

satoru skimmed the article, not pleased with what he was reading. his confusion dissipated into annoyance, both towards you and the fucking paps. you always told him to be nicer towards the media, they were just trying to their job, but these fucking rumours were getting out of hand. how dare they make you think he would ever cheat on you? satoru didn't suffer a friendship with you for five years while being enamored with you every action for one damn article about him and utahime. all of those pictures had been taken out of context. the one where they were holding hands? utahime had tripped on a sewer grate and satoru had reached out so she didn't fall flat on her face. the one with his arm around her waist? they were both completely shitfaced and barely standing on their own. the ones about them at the club and the taxi? satoru can handle a drink or two, but uta gets hammered after two drinks, so of course he was going to take her back to her hotel and make sure she got up all right. that's what friends are for. but now, thanks to the media, he's got a lying article, pissed off friends and a song tearing him to pieces written by the love of his life, who may not ever want to see him again. great, just fucking great.

he dialed your number. you declined it before the first ring. he did this four more times, with you rejecting the call instantly. on the sixth call, there was no rings, and an automated voice responded, "i'm sorry, the number you are trying to reach is not in service or temporarily disconnected. please try again later. good bye." oh my god, you fucking blocked him. irritated with you, the media and with himself for making you feel so insecure, he scrolled to his group chat with shoko and suguru. neither of them were happy with gojo. he didn't bother to read all their messages, he got the gist of it. satoru hastily responded, "i didn't fucking cheat. the article's lying. one of you need to tell them that because i'm fucking blocked." he sent the message, standing in a silent fury. a moment later, satoru threw his phone at the wall with a yell. the device bounced off, falling onto the hotel bed. there was a small dent in the wall nothing extremely noticeable, and his phone was fine. "fuck," satoru breathed, sinking into one of the chairs in his room. he held his head in his hands, mind racing with what to do. an idea formed in his frustrated mind. it was stupid, but it was something. satoru grabbed his jacket and his phone from the bed, storming out of the hotel.

. . . THE SOUND OF SOMEONE POUNDING ON YOUR DOOR pulled you from delirium. groggily, you checked your phone. it was just past four am. who the hell would be at the door at four in the morning? you rolled over in bed, hoping whoever it was would go away. they didn't. they just kept beating at the wood. with a groan, you rose from the mattress. a headache slammed into you as you stood, and you had to sit back down to steady yourself. the last eighteen hours hadn't exactly been fun. after you uploaded "the girl in new york", you had turned your notifications for everything off. although, every five minutes you checked if satoru had texted you. when he finally did, you didn't know how to respond, the images from the article flashing across your mind and filling you with sickness and sadness. you had been out all day, drinking and trying to forget. after getting kicked out of two bars, you went home, where you drank more. throughout the night you emptied the contents of your stomach and eyes, vomiting and crying more than what felt humanely possible. it felt like you had barely lied down when the knocking began.

when you had mustered the strength to stagger your way to the door, you wished you had stayed in bed. a red eyed, messy haired, heaving gojo satoru stood at your door. neither of you spoke. what was there to say? he had cheated on you. you had retaliated with an exposing song. or maybe he hadn't cheated on you, and you simply misunderstood. either way, what had happened, happened. as far as you were concerned, he was here to beg for your forgiveness. you began to shut the door, but he stopped you. with a sigh, you let him in. it was his apartment, too, after all. you wobbled to the kitchen, leaning against the counter and pouring yourself a glass of water. satoru watched you in silence. "well?" you croaked out. "come to apologize? gloat?"

"baby..." he whispered, stretching his arms out to you, but retracting when you took a step back. satoru took a breath, steadying himself. "i didn't cheat," he stated plainly. "i know you think i did. but i didn't. uta is just a friend. i've never thought of her that way, and i'm never going to think of her like that. i'm not dating her, i'm dating you." his words sounded slightly reheards. he must've been practicing on his flight here. it dawned on you that it was four in the morning in los angeles, and seven a.m. in new york. satoru was missing fashion week, here, trying to fix things. a flight from nyc to la was just over six hours, so he would've had to get on a plane by one am est. he had texted you just after eight fifty p.m. pst, so eleven fifty new york time. which means almost as soon as he heard your song, he was on his way to the airport to fly to you. "please baby, you gotta believe me. those paps fucked everything up, the photos-"

"are they fake?" you cut him off. "the photos. are the fake? photoshopped or otherwise edited?"

gojo slightly squirmed, "well, no, they're not edited, but they were taken out of context." he rushed out the last part of his sentence. "please, love, just hear me out."

he looked like a disaster. satoru's normally bright irises were dim, the usual joy gone. he looked sleepless, violent violet bags forming like bruises under his red-rimmed eyes. his fluffy white hair was flat against his forehead, matted and lifeless. he was still in his work clothes, with his favorite blue jacket hanging open on his shoulders. satoru looked like he hadn't ate or slept in the last eighteen hours. maybe it was how pitiful he looked maybe it was how much you still loved him. but you nodded your head, allowing for satoru to explain. his sigh was audible, and some color returned to his eyes.

"okay, first, i love you so fucking much. i've loved you since that first night we met into the bar six years ago. if you don't forgive me tonight, or ever, i'm still going to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for the hurt that i've cause you from that stupid article. i didn't cheat on you, not with utahime or with anyone else. i spent five years trying to work up the nerve to ask you out, i'm not going to let you go easily." satoru meant every word he said, his tone convinced you of that. "second," he continued, "is that the paparazzi are always pulling things out of their asses, we know this. the first photo they talked about, the one with me and utahime at per se, where we were holding hands? her heel had got caught on a sewer grate, and uta tripped. i grabbed her hand to prevent her falling on her face, which honestly, would've been funnier." you chuckled lightly, and a smile formed on satoru's lips. from his perspective, this was going much better than he had anticipated. "the next photo with my arm around her waist, utahime was so drunk, she could barely stand. i was pretty drunk, too. we were the only ones keeping each other up. same with the pictures of us outside the club on eighth. i wasn't as drunk in that one, but she was pretty hammered. i didn't feel comfortable just sending uta off in a cab back to her hotel. something easily could've happened to her, so i went back with utahime to her hotel. nothing happened between me and her," satoru finished. quiet settled over you two again as you contemplated his words.

everything he said made sense. you wanted to believe him so badly, but you weren't there yourself. "okay," you said slowly, after what felt like an eternity to satoru.

"okay? wh-what does that mean? does... does that mean you believe me?"

you took a deep breath. "i believe you."

those three words were all he needed to hear. satoru rushed over to you, his body engulfing you in a crushing embrace. "oh, thank god," he breathed into your hair. when he pulled back, his blue eyes were shining once again. satoru almost kissed you, forgetting his exhaustion, but your hangover still gripped at you. you winced at his strength, your arms hanging limply at your side. satoru whispered out an apology, guiding you back to bed. before you both finally found the sleep you desperately needed, you mumbled, "i'm sorry about the song."

satoru laughed quietly, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "don't be, i think it's your best one yet."

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luckybunny555 · 6 months

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Secret admirer

You've been receiving strange letters, but they were so sweet and lovely you just assumed someone was too shy to talk to you in person. As you keep entertaining this sweet, secret admirer, you find yourself caught in a dangerous web.

Amber Freeman x GN!/Fem!Reader(no pronouns but for sapphics)

Warnings: creepy behavior, stalking, cursing, if you have trust issues this might be a little "scary"(I'm paranoid so I felt I should put this warning, but writing this didn't make me paranoid so idk), I think that's all

a/n: This is part 1. I'm being fucking delusional here and ignoring all the red flags. No bad ending, alright, I'm not angsty like that

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You never expected something so sweet and innocent to be, actually, very fucked up. But you also never expected to like it, so I guess it wasn't so bad after all, right?

You assume it all started once a mysterious envelope fell to the floor when you opened your school locker. You were late and rushing, quickly grabbing whatever it was and shoving it between your notebooks, not giving it much thought. Maybe you just had forgotten that you put it there, something like that.

When you got home that day, one of your friends asked for a picture of your notes from that class, which reminded you of its existence once you opened the notebook. After sending the picture, you walked over to your bed, sitting with your legs crossed as you observed the envelope carefully, unsure of its content and origin. You checked the front and the back, but found no identifications, only the lovely heart sticker that kept it sealed. You wondered if there would be a signature inside or, if it was a letter, you might've been able to recognize the caligraphy. So, carefully and curiously, you opened it.

What you found surprised you at first. It was a letter, but it seemed... off. Your heartbeats quickened slightly once your eyes met the magazine cut-out letters, making it look like some sort of ransom note. Ignoring the almost audible palpitations of your heart, you started reading the letter. It was curious, and strange, definetely unusual. But it wasn't threatening. And as you read it, it was a relief that it sounded more like a love letter than a ransom note, which gradually steadied your heartbeats.

The correspondent was surely in love with you, and that was clear by the way they wrote about you. So beautifully and genuinely. You were able to tell how attentive and infatuated they were, when they mentioned small details they liked about you, or moments they found you endearing, even if from afar. There was an additional note by the end, written: "PS: if you'd like to write me back, leave a letter between the pages of your favorite book in the library(I've seen how many times you borrow it, I love that book too)". And at the bottom, the closest thing you found from a signature or identification was "- your secret admirer," still in cut-out letters.

When you snapped back to reality, the warmth of your cheeks invaded your senses, and you finally noticed the hint of a smile on your face. Of course, the letter was still strange, and any rational person would throw it away, not entertain it, and if things got worse, go to the police. But in the moment, you were blinded by the flattery. Sure, you knew of some people who find you attractive, but this was beyond superficial attraction. The way the correspondent wrote about you made it evident they weren't attracted simply by your appearance, although your beauty was undeniable. The attention to the details, the specific compliments on your adorable habit of petting every stray dog or cat you find, how you're so kind and always give compliments to strangers, how lovely and heart-warming was your laugh, how you bit your lip when you were really concentrated, or how you brightly smiled at anyone who talked to you. No, you were convinced this wasn't just someone trying to get into your pants. And the idea of someone being so in love with you? You could already feel giggles and butterflies appearing in your belly.

That's how your secret correspondence started. You replied to the first letter, left it in the book as they asked, and just a few days later, there was another envelope in your locker. You never caught the deliverer, but the mystery added to the thrill. Who could this secret admirer possibly be?

You suspected that you had already talked to them, given their compliments on your voice, your laughter, your kindness, your sweetness. But you didn't have enough clues to guess. That's when you decided to ask them more questions about them. "Would you like to meet sometime?" "What do you look like?" "Have we met in person?" "What are your favorite movies?"

But your secret admirer only kept you guessing. They revealed very little about themselves, playfully teasing you for your curiosity every time you pressed to meet them. You didn't entirely mind their hidden identity, though. There was a thrill in not knowing who you were talking to. And by now, it was easy to ignore the part of your brain that alerted you of the dangers of not knowing a thing about your correspondent'sidentity. You were too caught up in the fantasy to consider the dangers. Besides, they were so sweet to you, how could they be harmful?

You should've seen the red flags. They should've scared you off instead of turning you on.

The letters started getting more intense, more obviously creepy. You knew they were stalking you. You knew they observed you at school, and sometimes in other places. You knew they were jealous of you, hated to see you laughing at another person's joke or hugging one of your friends. You knew they wanted you all for themselves. But still, that wasn't enough for you to cut them off.

Why? Well, besides your (terrible) taste for people with red flags, they also were so nice to you. Not only did you receive letters, but they also started sending you gifts. Sometimes a cute bracelet or necklace, an adorable stuffed animal(you told them about your prized collection), something related to your favorite movies or shows. You weren't necessarily materialistic, but the gifts were so thoughtful and attentive, how could you not fall for your admirer even more? And when you needed something, it was quickly provided for you. You weren't sure how, but they always knew when you forgot an item you needed, or when you were craving something for a while, somehow these things would appear to you.

Maybe that's when you started thinking more rationally. It started feeling slightly weird that someone you didn't know knew so much about you that whatever thing you didn't notice, they did. I mean, how could anyone else know you forgot your notebook at school, or that you had been craving your favorite snack all week? The only person this close to you was your best friend, Amber, but come on, she was your best friend. And of course, you didn't entertain this thought for long. It was more probable that you had a creepy stalker. Which was a problem, because now you had your admirer and Ghostface to worry about.

So, you decided it was better to ignore them. You stopped reading the letters, keeping them all sealed in a box under your bed. You stopped sending letters. And the best safety measure you could think of was to confide in your best friend.

You had invited Amber to come over after school. And now the two of you were in your bed, a movie playing on your TV but neither of you watching it. You were lying on your belly on the opposite side of your bed, and you looked over your shoulder to meet Amber's gaze, who was lying with her head on your pillow, her legs resting on your back.

"Can I tell you something?" You ask, already knowing the answer. She was your best friend for a reason.

"Duh," she replies without taking her eyes off her phone. But she meets your gaze once you shift your position, sitting on your knees to face her. Her attention is fully yours now.

"I've been receiving letters from a secret admirer..." you start, and you can't fight the small smile forming in your face, despite your concern about the situation. "For a while now. But they got kinda creepy and now I'm worried."

She leans closer to you, putting her hand on your leg. "Wait, seriously? Are you okay?" She asks, clearly worried about you. You expected that. Knowing her for so long, it was obvious to you how protective and caring she was.

"Yeah, at least for now," you chuckle, but her concerned expression doesn't fade. "I stopped writing to them, and I'm ignoring their letters. Hopefully they'll notice soon and leave me alone. I just... don't want them to hurt me, y'know? Like if I stop answering them, and they come up to me..." You don't finish the sentence, dreading the consequences of that scenario.

"Hey, don't worry, [name]," Amber reassures you, her grip tightening slightly to comfort you. "I'm not letting anyone hurt you," her voice is gentle and soothing, reminding you of how lucky you were to have her in your life.

You really valued her friendship. She was so caring, you had no doubt of her devotion to you. You knew how much she loved you. She always worried about the people you hung out with, always kept an eye on you to make sure you're safe and comfortable, and wherever you went, she followed. Whether it was at parties, or school, or on your walk home, you knew you had her to protect you. She had always been like that. And you loved it.

Maybe that's why you suspected her when questioning your admirer's identity. Or what attracted you to them. Something you liked in her and found in them too. Which is why you were able to let go of them. You thought you'd miss them, and wouldn't resist the urge to write them back. But you had her, and you realized that in time. I mean, did you notice the way she got all worried and protective over you after you told her about the letters?

Oh, you started noticing too much. And you started falling for her.

What a classic, falling in love with your best friend. But who could blame you? She was perfect for you. Sweet, caring, protective, a bit possessive and jealous, but everyone has flaws. And you needed a source of protection and reassurance. Your friend had just been attacked, her sister too, and a guy(who creeped you out, by the way) was murdered. It was scaring the shit out of you. You needed Amber. And she liked that.

The Ghostface attacks made you paranoid. You could barely sleep, you were easily startled, you didn't answer any calls from unidentified numbers in fear it was Ghostface. You wanted to disappear until this mess was over, but life went on.

Amber, as attentive as she always is, quickly noticed the effect these attacks had on you. And her support never changed. You felt safe with her, even when you knew you would still be a target, with or without her company. She had this invincible aura, at least to you, that made you think no one would ever mess with her. And if you had her, no one would lay a hand on you. That logic had always worked, because no weird guys came up to you, and if people flirted with you and got too friendly, she would cut them off in a second. You had nothing to worry about.

That's what gave you the courage to keep living as if everything was normal, at least most of the time. If you weren't around her, you were texting her, or facetiming her. You got even closer to her than you already were. And your poor heart had to deal with that. Your feelings for her, that you tried to ignore for the sake of your friendship, were bubbling up. You started thinking the butterflies you felt in your stomach had started living in there.

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First Time? ~ Poly!Slytherins x Reader

pairings: Theo Nott x Pansy Parkinson x Draco Malfoy x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: Reader is caught up in her feelings for multiple of the Slytherins. At a party they find out that y/n has never had her first kiss. College AU, all charcaters are AGED UP.

warnings: foursome, threesome, innocent reader, virgin reader, lots and lots of smut, 18 + only, rimming, oral (f recieving), anal, piv, fingering, face sitting, dirty talk, etc.

a/n: This is lwk just smut without too much of a plot so do with that what you will.

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"Psst, y/n, do you have a quil?"

You grit your teeth at the sound of Draco's voice in your ear. It was double potions and the two of you were desk mates, much to your despair. But Draco had insisted since the first day that he sit next to you.

"Y/n? Did you hear me?" Draco whispered, nudging you with his shoulder gently. You kept your eyes on the professor, not looking at the aggravating boy next to you.

"I don't have a quil, Draco. Listen to the lecture." Draco was one of your closest friends. But Godric, he could be annoying. You were just trying to pass this class.

"Merlin, alright then. Get your wand out of your arse." He sneered.

A few moments passed, you continued to take notes diligently. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Draco's gray eyes on you. He alwasy seemed to be watching you these days. You weren't quite sure what to think of it.

You could feel your neck grow hot as Draco watched you. He was clearly paying no attention to the class whatsoever. No wonder it was his worst subject.

"Draco?" You asked softly, still not looking him.

He shook himself slightly, perhaps he had lost himself and zoned out. "Yes?"

"Can you please stop staring at me? It's distracting."

You pretended to keep taking notes, but you could see a slight flush grow on Draco's pale skin as he frowned at you.

"I wasn't staring." He said, protectively.

You smirked. "Okay then."

Draco rolled his eyes, snatching the long feather quil from your hand easily. You watched helplessly as he started doodling all over his parchement.

When the class ended, you left quickly, not wanting to endure more of Draco's teasing. And you certainly didn't want to face whatever was going on between the two of you.

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It was midnight. You and Pansy Parkinson, your roomate, were laying on her bed and talking. This was something the two of you did often, gossiping and talking about your worries. And tonight was no different.

Pansy flipped a page in the magazine she was reading, Witch Weekly. You watch as she licks her finger before turning the page, feeling weirdly warm.

She looks up at you, "Have you finished the assignment for Snape yet?"

You groan, "Don't remind me." The greasy black-haired professor had assigned a 20-page research paper on love potions. Maybe you would feel better about it if Draco hadn't been bothering you so much during lessons lately. "Draco won't leave me alone. It's so hard to focus."

Pansy arched an elegant eyebrow, looking down at her magazine again. "Something going on between you two?" She asked evenly.

You shake your head. "What? No, of course not."

She gazed up at you, her green eyes gleaming in the dim light of your dorm room. You gulped, your eyes traveling down to Pansy's low-cut tank top, which revealed quite a lot of her breasts. She considered you for a second. "Hmm, alright then."

You sigh, plopping down next to her and staring up at the star-speckled ceiling. You felt Pansy reach down to stroke your hair gently, tucking a strand behind your ear thoughtlessly. You repressed a shiver at her touch.

What was wrong with you lately? Everyone's acting normal, it's me that's being weird, you think. You look over at Pansy again, admiring the way her short black hair fell around her face, her slightly parted lips. You felt your eyes close wearily, falling asleep to the image of your beautiful roomate.

Morning light streams through your window, waking you up. You lift your head slightly, glancing around for Pansy. You deflate sightly when you can't find her.

"G'morning sleepy head!" You sit up groggily, blinking at Pansy. She stood in front of the full-length mirror that was propped against your dorm wall, pulling on her usual boots.

"Morning." You say.

She grins at you. "Get up! Breakfast is almost over. And later, we party!"

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There was a certain gleam in Pansy's eyes that night, as you both got ready for the Slytherin party, that told you she knew something you didn't. And it was driving you mad.

"I don't know what to wear." You say, standing infront of your roomate in a bra and panties. It was not weird for either of you to be half-naked around the other, although it sometimes made you feel all hot and achy. But you'd learned to ignore that.

Pansy examined you, thinking to herself. "You can borrow one of my dresses." She dug around in her closet before throwing a black dress at you.

You held it up. It looked small. But maybe it was stretchy. When you tried it on, you realised the back of the dress barely covered your ass. And the neckline displayed much more of your breasts than you thought was particularily decent. "Uhm, Pansy? Are you sure this isn't a shirt?"

Pansy laughed, coming over to fix one of the straps. "Don't be silly. It looks good on you."

You looked in the mirror again, desperately trying to pull the hem of the dress down over your exposed thighs. It didn't work.

Pansy hurried you out the door, into the already loud Slytherin common room. You almost tripped on the shoes she had given you. You felt extremely uncomfortable, but was just happy to be with Pansy. No one seemed to be paying you any mind, however.

Except for Theo.

You could feel his eyes on you as you started dancing with Pansy, the dark green lights casting his figure in shadows. He stood with Draco, his hand around a cup of what must be fire whiskey. You ignored him, shaking your hips in rythym with Pansy's.

It went on like that for a while. Some of your friends came up to you and told you how good you looked. Regulus even complimented you. You were starting to relax and just enjoy yourself. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back and dancing to the techno song that was blasting. That was when you felt something warm and stiff press against your back.

You turned around with a jolt. It was Theo. His eyes danced up and down your body, resting on your exposed cleavage. He smirked at you, "Isn't that dress a little short? Are you looking for trouble, y/n?"

You scowled. Theo had been trying to sleep with you for months. Everyone knew he had a thing for you. But you had always turned him down. Not becuase you didn't want to. But with everything going on with Draco and Pansy...it was all to much for one girl to take.

You looked up at him, Merlin he was tall. Your chin came up to his chest and your neck hurt from just looking at him. He grinned down at you. "Only kidding, y/n. Don't get your panties in a knot. Unless it's a Theo Nott."

You cringed at the play on his last name. "Fuck off, Theo." You hit him playfully.

His eyes gleamed. "Enjoying yourself? Sure looks like Pansy is." He gestured towards Pansy, who had apparently clambered on to the table and started dancing.

"Shit. She's probably had too much to drink. I should get her." You started towards the table and the curvy figure that was Pansy. But Theo's hand tightened around your wrist, holding you back. You turned around to look at him angrily. "Let me go, Theo. She could hurt herself."

He smirked. "Relax, she's just having fun. And she hasn't had anything to drink. We made sure of that." He held out his cup, which upon closer inspection, was not fire whiskey. It looked like pumpkin juice.

You furrowed your brow at him. "What are you on about?"

Before he could respond, you felt another figure press up against your back, the pressure steadying you. Your head was spinning, the music was blasting in your ears, and clearlyy there was something going on you didn't know about. You turned around, coming face to face with Draco Malfoy.

Well, more like face to neck. As the boy was also extremely tall, though not as tall as Theo. And certainly not as muscular. Not that that made him less attractive, you thought, admiring his taught muscles and slender build. You shook yourself. What were you thinking? Had you gone mad?

Draco smiled at you. "Hello, y/n. Having fun?"

"Well, yes. But Pansy-" You gestured towards the table again. But Pansy wasn't there anymore.

"What about me?"

You spun wildly. Pansy had appeared behind you. You realised the three Slytherins formed a sort of triangle around you, boxing you in. The music seemed to dim in your mind, your thoughts became sharper. And the faces of the Slytherins around you were all you could focus on.

"Are you drunk?" You asked Pansy.

She smiled at you, her eyes steady. "Not at all. Come, it's time for spin the bottle." The three of them pushed you forward, the heat of their bodies making you painfully aware of yourself, sandwiched between your attractive peers.

The four of you took a seat in the corner, where a somewhat large circle had already been forming. Blaise Zabini pulled out an empty bottle of Butterbear and placed it in the middle of the circle. He started forward before Theo cut him off.

"I'll go first, Zabini." Blaise rolled his eyes. Theo spun the bottle, his eyes trained on you the whole time, smiling slightly. When the bottle came to rest on you, it came as no surprise. Theo stood before you, offering one large hand to you. You took it and he pulled you off the floor with apparent ease and surprising gentleness.

He smirked at you, taking your chin between his hand, smoothing his thumb over your jaw. He leaned forward and you watched him, stunned. Your heart was racing and everything felt like it was going in slow motion. You could feel the heat of his breath on your face, he smelled like mint and warmth. Just before Theo's lips met yours, you turned away and ran. You didn't look back but you could hear the jeers of the other Slytherins.

Back in your dorm, you sat on your bed trying to breathe. You weren't sure what had happened. Just that suddenly you panicked. Your fight-or-flight kicked in and you chose flight. You burried your face in your pillow. Why were you like this?

After what could have been minutes or hours, you weren't sure, you felt a soft hand rest on the small of your back. You turned your face to see Pansy Parkinson, sitting on the bed next to you.

"I didn't hear you come in." You said, your voice rasping a little. Then your eyes shifted from Pansy's face to the other two figures standing in the room.

Draco and Theo.

"Are you okay?" Asked Draco, looking worried.

"Yeah I'm fine. Sorry I left."

Theo shook his head, "Look, y/n, I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I shouldn't have been so pushy-"

"No! It's just that well," You cleared your throat, feeling suddenly very awkward. "Uhm, I've never had my first kiss."

Draco arched an eyebrow at you, "Merlin, y/n, if that's all that was bothering you...well you could have told us."

You clutched the pillow to your chest. "Well that's not all I guess. But I feel weird lately. And I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Weird..?" Asked Pansy, staring at you.

You blushed furiously, "Weird, like all bothered. Around you." She looked at Pansy, then shiftfed her eyes to Draco. Then finally, to Theo.

The three of them exchanged looks, smirking. Pansy got on all fours on the bed, her cleavage on full display for you. "Well, is that so?" She smiled, her green eyes flashing almost hungrily. "You know, one of us could kiss you. If it's such a big deal to you."

"What? Really?" You looked around at all of them.

Draco shrugged. "Sure, I mean it's just a kiss, right?" He smiled at you.

"Yeah. Just a kiss." You said, breathing shakily. You felt more calm. It was easier here, in your dorm. And you felt oddly comfortable around the others.

Pansy scooted next to you on the bed, "So, which one of us do you want to do it?" You considered. Pansy was your best friend, so you didn't want to make things weird, although it was practically too late for that. And you had always thought about kissing her, even if you didn't quite realise it.

Then you looked at Draco, still smiling softly at you. He looked like an angel with his blonde hair and pale skin. You thougth about the way he teased you in class, the way that always made you feel. All hot and confused. You'd like to kiss him.

And Theo...there were too many choices. You felt almost overwhelmed. You tried to speak, but couldn't. You cleared your throat, trying again. "I-I don't know. I can't choose." You looked at Pansy, flustered.

She smiled at you, "It's okay, love." She toucehd your face lightly, shifting so now she was in front of you rather than next to you. "Why don't I kiss you?"

You nodded, feeling almost small. Looking at her lips, so perfect and pink, you wanted her to kiss you. Her green eyes closed and she cupped your jaw with her hand, almost as Theo had done earlier. Her soft lips met yours, slowly moving against your face. Pansy smiled against your lips, careful and methodic in her movements. You made a noise as she slipped her tongue into your mouth and heard a quiet "fuck" from one of the boys. She reached up to twine a lock of your hair around her finger. Her tongue grazed your teeth lightly, teasing you. When Pansy decided this was enough for you, she pulled away gently. You didn't open your eyes, following her lips. She laughed.

"Eager are we?" She giggled. You looked over at the boys. They seemed starstruck with the show. You didn't say anything, your face was burning and your thighs were starting to ache.

"'Something wrong, y/n?" Theo asked, bending down to look at you closely.

You shook your head. Not knowing how to describe what you were feeling. Pansy cooed at you, "Aww, boys I think she's starting to feel needy." You looked at her confusedly, not knowing what she meant.

Theo looked at Draco, smiling. "If that was your first kiss, y/n, I assume you've never been fucked?"

You shook your head again. You didn't know where this was going, just that it was making you very wet.

"Would you like to be?" He asked. "Would you like us to take care of you?" You looked up at the boy, he was smiling with a mix of kindness and devilishness.

You seemed incapable of words, but you nodded. You wanted this, you wanted them.

Pansy tutted at you, "Use your words, darling. Or we can't help you out."

You swallowed. "I want you to, uhm," You looked around at the three of them. Pansy smiled encouragingly at you, her hand laying on your thigh. "I want you to fuck me. All of you."

Shivers of excitement seemed to run down all of them and suddenly Theo was next to you, grabbing you face and turning it towards him. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this," he breathed. He kissed you, hot and furiously. He was almost sloppy, not as meticulous as Pansy had been, but you enjoyed it. You could feel his want in the way he moved, how he angled his face to best fit yours. He was all teeth and tongue and lust and your thighs grew impossibly warmer. You moaned. Theo pulled away, smirking slightly.

"Pansy, Draco," He said, "Why don't you help our girl with her little situation." The two nodded eagerly. Slipping their hand under your dress and pulling it gently over your head. You lay on the bed now in only your bra and panties. You felt all of their eyes on you, including Pansy's. But it felt different this time. It wasn't just the comfortable indifference shared between roomates, Pansy wanted you. Your face pinked and Draco slipped a hand under your panties, looking into your eyes for permission to continue. You nodded desperately, they were getting you worked up.

Theo continued kissing you, more intensly this time. Draco swipped a finger across your dripping slit quickly and you shuddered from the unexpected contact.

"Look how wet she is already." He smirked. Pansy leaned over and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Watching the way they all looked at each other, their synchronized movements, it occured to you that this was most likely not the first time they had done something together.

You felt proud and flustered that they would want to include you in this. Theo moved from your lips to your neck, sucking and biting on the soft vulnerable skin. Pansy and Draco slipped off your panties, pulling them off your legs. Pansy laid down and licked a stripe up your cunt, teasing your clit with the end of her tongue.

You moaned loudly, it felt so good.

"She's a loud one, huh?" Said Pansy, looking at the other two. "Well unfortunately sweetheart, as much as I'd like to hear your pretty moans, if you're gonna be that loud we need to do something about it. After all, these walls are too thin. Someone might hear."

Draco smirked, "That just makes it more exciting, don't you think?"

Pansy scoffed, "Maybe for you. I'm not trying to get caught fucking my roomate and you two goones."

You moaned loudly at a particularly hard nip from Theo, wanting the attention back on you. Pansy laughed and shoved your wet panties into your mouth, filling your nose with your own scent.

Pansy went down on you again, admiring the view she had waited so long to see. She stuck her tongue out, gently teasing your soaking entrance. You looked up at Draco, and saw he had unbuckled his pants and was already furiously working his length with his hand at the erotic sight. Theo started tugging at your bra, not being bothered to unclasp it he simply ripped it off you, throwing it onto the floor. He began kissing his way down your breasts, latching on to one of your nipples and sucking gently.

Meanwhile, Pansy was nose deep in your cunt, moaning into your heat and sending vibrations up your body. She was good at this, it defenitely wasn't her first time. Her nose bumped against your clit, stimulating you while her tongue explored your hole. She wiggled it around your walls and you felt yourself clench around the warm muscle.

"Does her pussy taste good, Pans?" Asked Draco, still pumping his cock.

Pansy groaned again into your heat, nodding slightly. You yourself get tight, practically grinding against your roomates face. You desperately wanted more friction. Theo bit your nipple slightly, changing to the other bud and sucking on it while he rolled the other one around in his fingers. Your body shook in pleasure, your hips moving in fast cricles on Pansy's face.

Draco was moving his hand faster than ever. "Thats it, baby, come on Pansy's face."

Pansy lapped between your folds, moving to pay special attention to your clit. She slid a finger into you and worked your tight hole. You gasped into your panties, muffling your moans in the fabric as you felt yourself orgasm on Pansy's mouth. She kept licking you, cleaning up your dripping mess and helping you ride through your high.

When you looked over at Draco, you saw he had came as well. Pansy licked her lips. "You are delicious, y/n," She smiled, removing the wet panties from your mouth.

"Give me a taste." Theo leaned forward to lock lips with her, groaning into the kiss and reaching down to palm his cock through his jeans. They made out passionately for a second before breaking apart. "You're right Pans," He said, smiling. "She is delicious."

Draco moved forward and joined the three of them, their lips connecting in a hot three-way kiss. Theo reached up to grab one of Pansy's tits and massaged it. You watched them, feeling yourself blush and feeling heat pool into your already sensetive cunt. You whined, shifting on the mattress. You still wanted more.

Pansy laughed, breaking away from the boys. "Look, our girl is still wet and needy. How about you let mommy sit on your face while Theo and Draco use your holes?" You nodded eagerly, wanting to taste Pansy.

The three Slytherins shrugged off their clothes, and you admired their bodies hungrily. Pansy was slender and had smaller breasts than you, but her ass looked like it had been sculpted by Merlin himself. Theo and Draco...they were just as perfect. Tall and muscular. It was almost too much for you. Theo snaked his arms behind your thighs, positioning you at the end of the bed, he lifted your legs up and bent them over his arms.

His lip curled, "Good thing our girl is flexible, otherwise I'm not sure how we'd both fit."

Pansy moved so she was facing the boys, her heat hovering above your face. "I want to watch while they fuck you," she said. "Just tap my thigh if you want to stop, okay?"

In response, you grabbed her thighs and pushed her down onto your face, sticking your tongue out and lapping at her pussy immediately. She tasted better than you could have imagined. Soft moans came from her mouth as she began gringing her hips onto your face. You started thrusting your tongue up into her entrance, pulling small whimpers from her.

You could feel the tip of Theo's cock tease your entrance, you were already impossibly wet again. Draco's fingers reached to swipe some of your wetness, rubbing it around your tiny hole. He slipped a finger into your ass, making you moan into Pansy's heat. The vibrations on her clit made her shudder in pleasure. Simultaneously, you felt both Theo and Draco's lengths slide easily into your holes. It only hurt for a second before they filled you up, giving you more pleasure than you'd ever thought possible.

Your movements with your tongue on Pansy's pussy became sloppy as the boy's thrusts overtook you. You felt Theo's cock press against your g-spot in perfect rythym. Pansy leaned down to rub your clit, still moaning as she pressed her hips down onto your face. You reached up a hand to cup her breast, twisting one of her sensetive buds. This was all she needed to come all over your face, riding out her high gently. It wasn't long after before you and the other boys came as well.

The four of you lay on the bed, breathing heavily. They had already been so many of your firsts and they definitely wouldn't be your last.

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mybutcheredtongue · 4 months

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THREE (see full series list here)

1992

The first day of term is always fun. Everyone arrives at breakfast happy and excited, the first years arriving particularly early because they're scared they'll miss it.

You take a seat at the staff table, a copy of Astronomy's Articles under your arm. You settle yourself between McGonagall and Hagrid. McGonagall's currently engaged in conversation with Dumbledore.

"Morning, Hagrid," you greet cheerfully and he looks up, giving you a great grin.

"G'mornin'! 'appy first day of term!" He booms and you chuckle.

"Happy first day of term."

You pile breakfast items on your plate, summoning a teapot from the middle of the table to pour some tea into your cup. With a wave of your wand, Astronomy's Articles opens itself in front of you on the first page, and you read as you eat.

"Anything interesting?" You hear Dumbledore's voice beside you and with the call of your first name you turn to him and shrug.

"Nothing I hadn't seen myself! There should be a meteor shower at around 12-ish on Friday night," you reply. "Meteor showers are wonderful, I would definitely recommend."

Dumbledore hums thoughtfully. "I have had the treat of viewing quite a few meteor showers in my lifetime," he says. "Once, I could have sworn that the meteors seemed to form the shape of a very animated chocolate frog."

McGonagall chuckles quietly and you join her.

"How do you know it was a chocolate frog and not just a regular frog?" You ask.

Dumbledore considers this for a moment. "I suppose I must have had a particular craving for chocolate that evening," he replies simply.

His plate is empty, clearly having awoken much earlier than you, and you return to your breakfast, flipping the page of your magazine onto a puzzle page, littered with crosswords, word searches, anagrams and some sudoku squares. Something for later, you think.

"How was your summer, Minerva?" you ask. Her first name has always felt odd on your tongue, after you spent 7 years of your life calling her Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, it was fine," she replies. "Nothing too extravagant."

"Did you go to any quidditch matches?"

"A few. I seen — "

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

You jump at the loud yell, turning to the source of the screech: a red envelope floating in front of Ron Weasley's face at the Gryffindor table. You exchange a look with McGonagall, returning your eyes to the scene playing in front of you.

Mrs Weasley's outraged yells are so loud that plates and spoons rattle on the Gryffindor table. Harry is wide-eyed beside him, watching in horror as Ron dips so low in his seat that only the top of his crimson forehead was visible.

" — STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE — "

You wince, knowing well how it feels to receive a howler at school.

Poor Ron.

"— LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED — "

Harry's face has turned the same shade as Ron's, and every eye in the Great Hall is on the howler.

"Bloody hell, just run out of the hall, Ron..." you mutter under your breath in exasperation.

McGonagall hums in agreement beside you.

"— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."

The howler then spins around to Ron's younger sister, Ginny, and its tone changes drastically. "Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

The howler drops and bursts into flames and curls into ashes. Harry and Ron sit stunned, as though trying to comprehend just what had a happened. A few people laugh before gradually a babble of talk breaks out again.

You chuckle, opening your magazine again and flipping the next page. "Happens to the best of us."

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You wander down to the dungeons, your shoes audibly clicking against the hard stone floors. You wrap your arms tightly around your body, your hands bunching your woolly sweater at your sides.

You had spotted a poster for a 'duelling club' run by Lockhart and it had piqued your interest. You wanted to attend to make sure someone didn't die or get fatally injured because Lockhart seemed the type to not know a defensive jinx if it punched him in the face.

You push open the big wooden doors to the room he's occupied. Several students turn to look at you, but your eyes land on another man standing beside Lockhart, an unimpressed expression on his face.

Hm. Looks like Snape and I have had the same idea.

"Seems we have a late comer! No matter, join in with the rest, young lady!" Lockhart chirps.

You sigh, walking up to him to stand next to Snape. "It's me, Gilderoy." You tell him your name and he just blinks blankly.

You narrow your eyes in confusion. "We work together."

Blank.

"I literally sat beside you at breakfast this morning? You asked if I'd read your book."

Lockhart just stares in confusion, before his face contorts into an overdramatic picture of recognition. "Ah, yes! Yes, of course, I — uh — I recognise you, yeah! Of course I do!"

You scoff, rolling you eyes as he turns around to face the students. "Prick," you mutter under your breath.

You watch as Lockhart steps out onto the long, narrow stage and walks ostentatiously along it. "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can everyone hear me?"

A beat.

"Excellent! Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Duelling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions — for full details, see my published works."

You have to cough to cover up your derisive snort.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," Lockhart says, flashing a wide smile. The look on Snape's face when Lockhart calls him his assistant is absolute gold. Then, his eyes lock on you and he pauses for a moment, nodding to himself. "And, well, we also have our dear, uh...Astrology Professor here too!"

"Astronomy."

"Astronomy! That's what I said," Lockhart continues. "Professor Snape tells me he knows a tiny little bit about duelling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry — you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!"

You raise your eyebrows, glancing over at Snape as he pulls his wand from inside his robes, stepping out onto the stage to face Lockhart. As much as you have a...tumultuous relationship with Snape, you would definitely not be as keen and enthusiastic as Lockhart is to try and duel him.

You're excited to see that smug grin wiped off Lockhart's face, though you would love to do it yourself. You bet he'd remember your name after that.

Lockhart and Snape turn to face each and bow, though Lockhart's is considerably more flamboyant with much twirling of his hands while Snape jerks his head irritably. They raise their wands in front of them.

"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart tells the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."

"One...two...three — "

Both of them swing their wands up and over their shoulders. Snape cries, "Expelliarmus!".

There's a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart's blasted off his feet, flying backwards off the stage wildly and smashing into the wall.

You bite your lip to stop your laughs.

You notice some of the Slytherin students cheering while others nervously watch Lockhart in anticipation, collectively breathing a sigh of relief when he unsteadily staggers to his feet.

The look on his face is priceless.

"Well, there you have it" he says, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm — as your see, I've lost my wand — ah, thank you, Miss Brown. Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy. However, I felt it instructive to let them see..."

"Well, what spell would you have used, Professor Lockhart?" You pipe up, ultimately stirring the pot to make for a more interesting evening.

You remember when there was a duelling club in your school days. You'd had the pleasure of being paired with Lucius Malfoy, delicately delivering a few hexes to him. He'd had to walk around school with an ear the size of his ego, which was quite the difficult feat because it was exceptionally gargantuan.

Lockhart blinks stupidly at you, rolling a hand through his wavy blond hair. "Well, the Shield Charm, of course!"

"Shouldn't you demonstrate that as well?"

"Well, I — I hardly think the students want to see another demonstration...I'm sure they're dying to try it for themselves!" Lockhart stumbles.

You shrug. "I just think the students might want to witness...what does it say in your book? 'An extraordinary display of barely comprehensible wizarding prowess'?"

Lockhart's mouth opens and closes twice as he tries to think of something to say in return, before landing on a great grin and wiggle of his eyebrows at you. "Well, alright then! I'll let you try and defend my spells, young lady!" He eyes Snape, laughing nervously. "Best give you a break, Professor Snape!"

Snape mutters something under his breath and steps off the end of the stage to stand beside his Slytherin students.

You pull your wand from your pocket, facing Lockhart, bowing.

"One...two...three!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!"

A blast of red light explodes from Lockhart's wand, and as though there was an invisible shield in front of you, it bounces off harmlessly and is deflected into the roof.

Lockhart lets out a relieved sigh, as if he was expecting it to rebound and hit him instead. He chuckles lightly, regaining his confidence. "It's a good thing I went easy on you there!"

You blink at him, unimpressed. "Truly."

"Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professors, if you'd like to help..."

You start moving through the crowd, but Snape beats you to Harry, Ron, and Hermione first. You watch as he splits the two boys up, Ron huffing as he moves over to Seamus Finnigan, and Snape beckons Draco Malfoy over to pair with Harry.

You wince, well aware of their rivalry. They almost remind you of James and Snape when they were young, though that was a much more inequal affair at the time.

You sigh, pairing others together and stepping out of their way to observe their moves.

Well.

Disastrous is a kind word for the carnage you witness.

Lockhart is screaming hysterically over the battling crowd, attempting to quell the fights. The pair in front of you, Pansy Parkinson and Parvati Patil, are unleashing whatever horrible spells they can think of. Pansy's face has broken into a million boils, and Parvati's left hand is currently repeatedly hitting her own face.

"Hey!" You shout at the two. "Finite Incantatem!"

Parvati's arm stops moving, and Pansy's face stops breaking out. Some of the boils recede and disappear, while some linger and you sigh.

"Madam Pomfrey's," you say to her and she scampers off, screeching about Parvati on her way. "Where the bloody hell did they learn those spells..." you move away from Parvati.

Lockhart skitters through the crowd, looking at the aftermath of the duels. "I said disarm only. I think you may need another demonstration on how to block unfriendly spells...how about a volunteer pair — Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you?"

"A bad idea, Professor Lockhart," says Snape. "Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox. How about Malfoy and Potter?"

You scowl. How could he be so cruel? "Mr Longbottom is perfectly capable of performing a simple shield spell, Professor Snape."

He glares at you, black eyes glinting maliciously. "Well, best not allow for any risks, yes?"

"You're being unreasonable — "

Lockhart looks between the two of you, as though choosing which side is the safer option. In other words, which of you he'd least like to piss off.

"Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter, let's see how you fare!" Lockhart booms nervously and you click your tongue, glaring at Snape. His face contorts into a twisted smile as the two boys step up onto the stage.

"Now, Harry," Lockhart says, "when Draco points his wand at you, you do this."

He raises his own wand, attempting a complicate sort of wiggling action.

He drops it.

He picks it up, saying, "Whoops — my wand is a little over-excited."

Snape bends down to Malfoy's ear, whispering something in it. Harry looks nervously up at Lockhart and says, "Professor, can you show me that blocking thing again?"

Lockhart cuffs Harry merrily on the shoulder. "Just do what I did, Harry!"

"What, drop my wand?"

You snort. He is his father's son, that's for sure.

Lockhart isn't listening though, excitedly shouting, "Three...two...one...go!"

Malfoy raises his wand quickly and yells, "Serpensortia!"

The end of his wand explodes. You watch in shock as a long, black snake shoots out of it, falling heavily onto the floor between them and raises itself, ready to strike.

"Don't move, Potter," Snape says lazily, clearly enjoying the spectacle in front of him. "I'll get rid of it."

"Allow me!" Lockhart shouts, and before you can do anything, he brandishes his wand at the snake and there's a loud bang, throwing the snake ten feet up into the air and landing back down on the floor with a loud smack. Enraged and hissing furiously, it slithers straight towards Justin Finch-Fletchley and raises itself again, fangs bared, poised to strike.

Panic sets in through your body and you flick your wand, frantically yelling, "Immobu — "

Then, a hissing sound. You watch in disbelief as Harry walks forward towards the snake, hissing at it, and it slumps to the floor, docile, its eyes now on Harry.

Justin stares at Harry in horror. "What do you think you're playing at?" He shouts, and storms out of the hall.

"Harry..." you say gently, trying to appear calm and collected, despite genuinely thinking you may have jumped out of your skin.

Snape steps forward, waving his wand, and the Snape vanishes in a puff of black smoke.

Ron grabs the back of Harry's robes, tugging it and pulling him out of the hall. It's utterly silent and tense in the room and you swallow hard.

"Alright, everyone, I think it's time to get going," you announce, and the students obediently depart from the room, muttering between themselves.

Snape makes to leave but you grab onto the arm of his robe angrily and he turns to glare at you.

"What were you thinking, telling Malfoy to summon that snake? He was supposed to be practicing a shield charm!" You snap.

"A let down on Potter's part. He was unable to cast the shield charm."

"Oh, don't give me that. You knew what you were playing at, you shifty — "

"It is my fault," Lockhart chimes in and you think you can genuinely feel your will to live slipping from your grasp. "I weakened the snake to allow for young Mr Potter to have a better chance, but it seems I should have — "

You spin and glare at Lockhart. "Oh, really, is that what you were doing? Because it seemed to me like you just mumbled out whatever sounds came to your thick skull and hoped it'd do something!"

"Now, now, young lady — "

"It's Professor, you dimwit! I am a grown woman, I am your colleague! Don't patronize me!"

You scoff, anger bubbling terribly in your veins, as you brush off the front of robes and glare at the two idiot men in front of you. "Don't you ever put your students in danger again. You should be ashamed of yourselves."

You spin on your heel and angrily storm out of the hall.

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#harry potter #fanfiction #the marauders #hp #hp fanfic #fanfic #angst #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #angst with a happy ending

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thefloatingstone · 2 months

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Puff please tell me about Grunt I just saw a Tumblr post you reblogged that vaguely went into detail and I read a small bit of his wiki page but I want to hear it in your own words because it's like 10x more interesting with that filter. Fill my dash with grunt lore

GRUNT IS SHEPARD'S VERY LARGE SON

I don't know whether the designers originally created him with this thought in mind or not but it's really funny because by the time the DLC came out for ME2 you can see the games just fully embracing what was originally just a joke in the Mass Effect fandom.

I used to not be fully into it as a concept but as I'm busy replaying ME3 and having just played ME2 again... nah people were right. He's our son.

He was created in a lab to be an "ultimate krogan warrior" or whatever, but when Shepard cracked how out of his tube, he had did not have that "burning desire of revenge in the name of his species" the scientist who made him was obsessed by. Physically he was perfect, but psychologically, he just didn't understand why he should care about being a krogan. in ME2 when he's introduced, his story arc is helping him connect with what it means to be a krogan, and to help him find purpose as an individual. You essentially help raise this adolescent fully formed person out of apathy and teach him how to care about things, concepts and people, almost completely through actions and not so much through words.

As ME2 goes on, it becomes clear Grunt very much wants Shepard's approval about things, which is funny because at first he comes across as a cold, uncaring fully formed adult, but as you help him learn how to connect with being a member of his species, he'll sometimes want to talk to Shepard JUST to be like "Hey Shepard!! I thought about something to do with being Krogan I thought you'd approve of! listen to this!!"

In the DLC for ME2, you can read up on his internet search history as well as his online purchase history and I just.... think a lot of it explains SO MUCH about him as a character. So I'm just copy and pasting those here

SEARCH: krogan history SEARCH: great wars SEARCH: genofage / ERASED / krogan victories SEARCH: okeer/ ERASED / great generals SEARCH: toochanka/ ERASED / tuchanka SEARCH: urnot wrex SEARCH: battlemaster shepard/ MODIFIED/ commander shepard/MODIFIED/commander shepard normandy SEARCH: animal fights / MODIFIED / large predators SEARCH: tryrannsauros wrex/ ERASED / earth lizard wrex SEARCH: dinosaurs

SEARCH: battlemaster humans/ ERASED / earth humans SEARCH: human history SEARCH: earth wars // DOWNLOAD 6.1T NEWS FOOTAGE - HUMAN GENERAL HISTORICAL - CONFLICT // SEARCH: warrior humans // DOWNLOAD 2.1T DOCUMENTARY FOOTAGE - HUMAN GENERAL HISTORICAL- MAJOR MILITARY FIGURES // SEARCH: great humans/ MODIFIED / honored humans // DOWNLOAD 0.7T NEWSFOOTAGE [sic] - HUMAN ACHIEVEMENT- AWARDS // SEARCH: great storytellers human SEARCH: war stories // DOWNLOAD 0.67T LITERATURE - HUMAN WRITERS CONFLICT// SEARCH: human homer kipling hemmingway // DOWNLOAD 0.13T LITERATURE - HUMAN WRITERS – EARNEST HEMMINGWAY // // DOWNLOAD 0.06T AUDIO BOOKS // // THE SUN ALSO RISES // 14% COMPLETED // FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS // 100% COMPLETED // A FAREWELL TO ARMS // DELETED // THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA // 100% COMPLETED SEARCH: sharks

CATALOG ORDER: Ultra Black Ops Mega Catalog PURCHASE 2823- UG-652: Case Premium 54/ER Engine Oil VIDEO DOWNLOAD: The Madness of Sacrifice: The Unauthorized Biography of Warlord Okeer PURCHASE 2856- UG-122: Economy Box, Fishdog Food Factory "Tastee Bites" VIDEO DOWNLOAD: When Fauna Attacks! Volumes 1-10 PURCHASE 3254-UG-975: Batax's Hot Fish Spice VIDEO DOWNLOAD: Vaenia (this is a movie) VIDEO DOWNLOAD: Asari Confessions 26: True Blue (this is porn) PURCHASE 9683- UG-662: Fornax Special Spotlight: Krogan Edition (this is a human magazine focusing on interspecies sexual relations) PURCHASE 8856- UG-972: Captain Cosmic Action Figures: "Garr the Krogan Battlemaster" with real smash your enemies action!

By the time ME3 comes around, most of the rest of the squad is referring to Grunt in terms poking fun at the fact that Shepard is his mom. I think it's Joker who at one point comments "Our baby boy's all grown up" or something to that effect. I can't remember the exact dialogue. I think at one point Garrus also jokes about how "they grow up so fast" or something along those lines.

He also loves spicy ramen.

Grunt is a good boy.

#Mass Effect #Urdnot Grunt #I'm not saying much about ME3 to avoid spoilers for now

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trulyyours-rune · 10 months

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Hiii me again heheheg🤭

I was wondering if you could do bill with a boy best friend who’s innocent and quiet and bill flirts with him and makes dirty jokes

Bill with an innocent beat friend and bill teases him about being a virgin and stuff and bill says he’ll take his virginity and just like smut

Thanksss 😬🤭

Have a good day/night

Hiii 🤭<3 I wasn't sure if I was actually gonna write one tonight since it's 2:39 in the morning, I had quite a few problems, a.k.a this guy tryna send me inappropriate pics and his friend likes me!? Two very strange and weird guys, and I got hooked to a game. Very addicting. BUT ANYWAY- I think I'll do the first one cause if you didn't know, I suck at smut.

Warnings: Dirty talk/jokes, flirting, short, language, mild blood, read what you're comfortable with, readers a virgin for once, Bill and reader are best friends.

Bill Kaulitz x Male Reader

You and Bill have been best friends for years, people say you're like a triplet. You and Bill got quite comfortable with each other, now he's out saying inappropriate jokes and comments in general with no shame.

In general twins have quite some common interests and humor, so Tom and Bill say a lot of dirty jokes whenever they feel like it. Let alone being around you. You and Bill are usually stuck together while Tom goes out clubbing and 'living the dream'.

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You and Bill were laying down on the white couch, reading some magazines, looking at clothes, models, etc. His legs were over top of yours, T.V playing in the background, quite some comfortable silence until Bill broke the moment. "Y'know this magazine has some revealing clothes, wonder what you look like in the-" "Bill!" You smacked him in the face with your magazine. "Ow- what!?" He complained, you just rolled your eyes. "Y/n...Y/nnnnn...Y/N!" "What." "I'm hungry." He smiled like a dork, knowing he was being annoying. "Make yourself something to eat." "Ok." Bill opened your legs, you swear your gonna hit him x10 as hard. You forced you legs closed, Bill laughing and getting up from the couch.

He stretched, he could almost touch the ceiling with those boots. You stuffed your face into the magazine, trying to hide your shamefully flustered face. Bill was in the kitchen making God knows what, you quickly got tired of your magazine and chucked it across the couch, making it land and flipped on some random page. You sat up and leaned back, full attention on the T.V.

"Gah- fuck!" You heard from the kitchen. Wondering what was going on, you sat up and made your way to the kitchen. "You good Bill?" Bill was sucking on his finger, mumbling out "Cut my self by accident." "Lemme see." You took his hand, examining the small wound on his finger, wasn't bleeding much. "Can you kiss it better?" "In your dreams." "Always dream about it." "Fucks sake Bill." You sighed, "Stay here, gonna get a band-aid." You let go of his hand and made your way to the bathroom, was just down the hall and take a left.

You opened the bathroom door, and opening a cabinet above the toilet. You examined inside of it until you finally found a band-aid. You walked out and closed the door behind you, making your way to the kitchen again to meet the damsel in distress Bill. "Do I take off my pants now?" He looked at you, you just glared back. "Noted." He looked down. You grabbed his finger and wrapped the band-aid on it. "Now can you kiss it?" "I'll cut your finger off." "Bet." "Bill no." You said sternly, he pouted.

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I know this was short but now it's 3:21 in the morning and I'm tired, and when I'm tired I get paranoid I didn't do the request right, probably cause I'm half asleep. But goodnight babes and get good sleep unlike me <3

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagines #tokio hotel x male reader #bill kaulitz x male reader #bill kaulitz imagines

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pinkeoni · 1 year

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Has MiIeven Ever Had a Mutual… Anything?

(for legal reasons that’s an uppercase i and not an L)

I think it’s very clear in the show that Mike and El have a lot of love and care for each other, but it never seems like a mutual effort, as in they care for each other at the same time, but rather it feels like a baton pass. I’ll explain.

In season one, Mike is first seen caring for El. She needs a place to stay and he provides her all the essentials— clothes, food, a place to sleep etc.

El then helps Mike by using her powers to help them find Will, before ultimately sacrificing herself to save him.

So do you see what I mean by “baton pass?” Yes they are both helping each other and doing it out of care, but it’s never at the same time. They aren’t really working together, it’s more of a tit for tat or I scratch your back you scratch mine kind of thing. They go back and forth constantly creating an uneven playing field. Even when they share their first kiss it’s not mutual, Mike is the one who surprises her with it.

I'll admit at the end of season two we do see a moment of mutually helping each other at the snow ball. They both say they don't know how to dance and that they'll figure it out together. It's a sweet moment! This kiss is also mutual this time!

But then what do we see at the top of season three? This moment:

It seems like the only thing they really do together is make out, and even then they can't do it without there being some contention! Mike doesn't do things that he likes like going to the movies (which he does with Will), and El doesn't do things that she likes with Mike like reading magazines or shopping (which she does with Max).

Post-break up we see a little bit of what was happening in season one, El is using her powers to save her friends and Mike is helping her when she's injured. (Although there is the moment where Mike attacks Billy to help her while she's fighting) I won't deny that there is care and love here! But even then, there's still contention! Mike doesn't want El to use her powers, it's (yet again) Max who encourages El to take the steps that she feels is necessary.

Both El and Mike do say I love you to each other in season three... at completely different times.

Once we are at season four, El no longer has her powers. This should be the perfect moment where we see them on the same page and working in tandem, and yet they are still at odds with each other! Possibly even more than before! Even disregarding the whole "Mike can't say 'I love you'" thing, they seem to disagree on every little thing from breakfast burritos to milkshake flavors. There's also the case of Mike bringing El a present while she didn't get him anything (not that she had to, but it is of note that Will is the one that got him a gift)

And then, of course, we get a repeat of season three where they both share "I love you"s, but yet again it still isn't a mutual moment. El tells Mike "I love you" via her signing her letters with love, and Mike tells El "I love you" when she's in a position where she can't respond. By the end of the season, it's even established that the two of them haven't had much of a conversation since, ergo still not on the same page.

#byler #anti milkvan #anti m*leven #one day i’ll also make about how the end of season two is meant to be a false happy ending #my analysis #anti mileven

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gregorovitch-adler · 7 months

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Hi there! I was wondering what your thoughts are on ACD Watson's wives. First of all, I know nothing about the marriage traditions or laws in Victorian England but it seems weird to me that he kept remarrying because I guess his wives kept passing away? I mean he didn't/couldn't divorce them back them, right?

He didn't do very well with his private practice from what I've gathered. How come he could afford remarrying all the time. Also in my culture (East Asian), if a person's spouses kept dying, the matchmaker would refuse service because that person would be considered a curse.

Thank you and have a great day!

Hi!

Your questions are pretty interesting. As a South-East Asian, I can understand how people would frown at the person whose spouses kept passing away. There must be quite a few similarities in our cultures, even if we're not from the same country/region.

1.) A simple, detached answer would be that Arthur Conan Doyle was not the best person when it came to keeping his stories consistent, especially on the character-related details.

He might've wanted to tell us that Watson got married, but probably he didn't want Watson's marriage to keep him from assisting Holmes with his cases, and that's why everything about Watson's married life and wives is so skewed.

He wasn't even consistent about the location of Watson's gunshot wound in A Study in Scarlet. Initially, Watson was shot in the subclavian artery of the left side. But on the next page, the wound location has been shifted to his leg? This is just one of the many examples of Doyle's inconsistencies in his stories.

Maybe he didn't check that Mary Morstan had died sometime during one of his stories. Anything is possible.

2.) Another version of the answer (which is heavily filled with Holmes/Watson shipping): Watson was an unreliable narrator and didn't want any unwanted attention of the general public drawn towards the nature of the relationship he had with Sherlock Holmes. That's why Watson was so inconsistent in the stories that he published in The Strand magazine. I believe there's a reason Watson describes Holmes as cold and calculating at some points, but goes on to describe the incidents where Holmes was undoubtedly kind to someone at other points of the stories. I even wrote a meta about it here .

The fanon version is that Watson wanted to avoid the risk of being arrested on the grounds of gross indecency, and so he made up a wife - or even several wives - to cover it up.

I mostly agree with this theory, because otherwise, Watson (who's married by the timeline of The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes) going away with Holmes to Switzerland, and even sharing a room with him would be pretty weird and not exactly plausible, I don't think his first wife, Mary Morstan, is an imaginary character. But it's very much possible that her marriage to Watson was just a ruse to hide from the prying eyes of the public.

If we strictly talk about canon, then Watson marries Mary Morstan in The Sign of the Four, then she probably passes away by the time of The Return of Sherlock Holmes short-story collection (the jury is still out on that one - again, because of Doyle's inconsistencies), then Watson starts living with Holmes again as a bachelor for a long time. Then by the time of Casebook of Sherlock Holmes, his wife is brought up again.

Either it was another case of Doyle's inconsistencies, or Watson remarried sometime off-stage. (Though I think Doyle would've at least made a passing reference to Watson's remarriage, him being the POV character in most of the stories and all... idk.)

From what I've gathered after reading all the stories, Watson seemed to have only two wives at different points of time. Mary Morstan and another unnamed one in Casebook.

From the first-hand experience of reading those stories, I don't think Watson having multiple wives is a canonical thing. That's also a part of fan-interpretation. It's because the physical description of Watson's wife/ wives kept changing every time she was mentioned in any stories because of the lack of consistency in the whole narration. That's how it seemed to me when I read the stories. Though I've gone through them all only once, which means I could be wrong about this bit of detail in particular.

Still, Watson didn't seem to have numerous wives in canon to me. Just two.

And yes, you're right. Watson wasn't well-off even with his private practice. The fact that he was able to afford to remarry so many times (if he ever did) is quite odd.

Then there comes the social stigma behind divorce/remarriage. I'm not that familiar with the marriage traditions in Victorian England either, but I don't think people worldwide were so free and open-minded about the topic of divorce in general. Things have advanced in Western countries nowadays, but the social aspect of all this must have been quite different in the Victorian era. So, you're right about that thing too.

Tl;dr: There is no specific answer to your question, because the author of the original stories didn't bother to keep his details intact. They kept changing in canon, so you're free to believe whatever you want to. Because, as you said, the fact that Watson keeps remarrying all the time doesn't add up with his financial condition along with the societal conditions in that era.

So, everything is just open for interpretation here.

I personally believe that Watson only had one wife - Mary Morstan - whom he had a lavender marriage with (a fake marriage for the sake of society). I know this isn't canonical either, but what actually is canonical - well, nobody has a definite answer to that question.

I hope you find my answer satisfactory, because your ask was rather interesting.

Thanks.

#asks #anonymous #acd canon #john watson #holmes/watson #sherlock holmes #acd johnlock #the mysterious case of Watson's wives #Doyle's inconsistencies #arthur conan doyle #canonical discussion #meta #sort of #johnlock

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devilsflowerr · 11 months

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I’m coming home.

warnings: smut (minors dni) male and female masterbation. phone sex.

bad grammar probably (i’m dyslexic soz)

i haven’t written anything in a hot minute, so if it’s bad i apologise.

Elvis was hard and alone. He had been in his motel room, staring at a picture of y/n, the girl he had missed a little bit too much. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts travelled to the last night they spent together before he hit the road on the Jamboree tour 17 days ago, not like he was counting. He had to get by only on phone calls late at night so her parents wouldn't hear them.

Y/n's parents weren't too fond of Elvis, they didn't like the fact that a 'greaser' was messing around with their daughter, thinking that he would ruin her and under the assumption that he would be hanging around other women on the tour. However, It couldn't have been more untrue, Elvis worshiped the ground y/n stood on. The first time they had sex, he was sweet and gentle and made sure it was her choice, not his.

Sure, there were girls that tried to get with Elvis on tour, though he simply turned his head the other way, he never thought of anyone else but his girl. So here Elvis was, alone in his room, his eyes flickering from the photo of her to the phone on his bedside table, knowing her just needed to hear her voice.

Meanwhile, Y/n was laying on her stomach on her bed, flicking through a magazine and kicking her legs up in the air, twirling a strand of hair as she let out a sigh. She wondered about Elvis and looked at the clock in her room, knowing his show would've been finished. She let out a soft yawn and debated going to bed and as she closed her magazine, knowing she had read every page, the phone on her nightstand began to ring out.

Y/n jumped up, answering the phone with a soft "Hello." Already knowing it was Elvis simply because of how late it was. "Hi honey, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Elvis rasped through the phone as he laid on his bed, his hand free hand resting on his tummy.

"No, baby, I was just reading a magazine. How was your show?" Y/n giggled as she made herself comfortable on her bed, picking at her blanket. "It was fun, the colonel says I could really make it out there. But I want to hear about your day, y-you know how much I love your voice." Y/n let out a soft scoff at the mention of the colonel but she soon let out a hum.

Elvis was too scared to mention to y/n that he was straining in his pants, he thought that if he could get himself off while she spoke and was as quiet as possible, she wouldn't notice.

"Oh, I really didn't get to do much today." Y/n pouted, Elvis's fingers sneaking under his waistband as he teased himself. "That's okay, honey, just talk to me, I wanna hear your sweet voice." He responded, biting his lip softly.

"Well, Gracie and I went out to the diner today for lunch and there was a man who slipped and spilled his drink everywhere." Y/n laughed, rubbing her eye slightly. Elvis pulled himself out of his boxers, a bead of precum forming at the pink tip of his hard cock, spitting in his hand and wrapping his hand around himself, his lips forming a slight O.

"Then we went and did some shopping, Oh, Elvis, I bought this most beautiful dress! I thought we could go on a date when you come home and I can wear it for you." Y/n let out a gasp in excitement as she remembered the light pink dress that was hanging in her wardrobe.

"That would be nice." Elvis breathed out, slowly stroking himself, his thumb going to his tip, just like y/n would do when she would get him off. "I can't wait for you to come home, baby, I miss you." Y/n's voice softened, Elvis's eyes rolling back softly as he jerked himself faster. "I wanna see you so bad." Elvis borderline moaned, but covered it with a soft cough.

Y/n furrowed her brows as she heard a soft slick and muffled groans coming from the phone. "Elvis?" Y/n smirked, her cheeks turning pink as he let out a hum that sounded more like a moan in response. "Are you getting yourself off right now?"

Elvis's hand stilled on himself as he remained silent before clearing his throat. "Yeah." He squeaked out. "I'm s-s-sorry, baby. I-I-I need you so much and I'm so l-lonesome and I couldn't stop thinking of you-" Elvis rambled, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

"My sweet boy, you could've just said something. You know how much I love taking care of you." Y/n giggled at him as he let out a shaky breath. "What were you thinking about?" Y/n whispered to him.

"The last night I seen you. How you did that thing with your tongue on my cock and the taste of you, baby, I can't wait to come home and taste your sweetness again." Elvis spoke, a small moan escaping his mouth, squeezing his hard cock softly. Y/n squeezed her legs together hearing how he moaned over the phone for her, she could feel her wetness gathering in her panties as he continued to groan.

"Mhm, I've missed you too. I've touched myself after we call some nights." Y/n confessed, Elvis letting out a growl at her words as her fingers snuck into her panties. "Honey, can you rub your little clit for me? Just like I do." Elvis shakily asked, his head falling back into the pillow as y/n's index finger circled her clit, making her hips buck slightly as she let out a small whimper.

Y/n collected some of her wetness and dragged it up to her clit, trying to hold back her moans from being too loud as she sped up her circling. "Elvis, can I please add my fingers?" Y/n moaned. "Not yet baby, I want you to edge yourself." Elvis responded, slowing his hand down as he started to feel the coil in his lower belly.

Y/n moaned his name as she played with her clit, wanting more, wanting Elvis. They both needed each other, they way they touched themselves could never compare to how they touched each other. They drove each other crazy in the best way possible.

Y/n felt herself get closer to the edge before pulling away from herself. "Please, Elvis. I'm so close." Y/n moaned into the phone, moving her finger back to her clit. "Add your fingers, baby." Elvis groaned, his hips raising up into his hand, his foreskin dragging back over the tip of his cock making his spine tingle.

Y/n pressed two fingers into herself, gasping at the slight fullness. "It's not as good as you, Elvis" Y/n cried out as she thrusted her fingers into her wet pussy, trying to desperately reach the spot only Elvis can reach. "I'll be home as soon as I can so I can treat my girl." Elvis spoke with a strained voice, beads of sweat running down his forehead in exertion.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come!" Elvis exclaimed, his back arching as he tried to hold back, Y/n whimpering a "Me too." As soon as he heard her, he let go. White ropes of thick come shot over his fist and onto his lower stomach, his toes curling as he let out moans and groans of cusses and her name, thrusting into his hand as the rest dribbled out over his knuckles and onto the tufts of hair on his pubic bone.

As y/n heard Elvis coming, it had tipped her over the edge, almost dropping her phone as she whimpered out, a warmth coating her fingers, her own hips bucking as Elvis listened to her sweet moans over the phone, both of them panting as they finished.

Elvis reached over to his nightstand, plucking a few tissues from the box to clean himself up, y/n also cleaning herself up with a towel that she had left in her room from her previous shower.

"Thank you for that, honey." Elvis sighed into the phone. "I really needed you." Y/n smiled to herself as she laid down. "Me too, Elvis. I cant wait to see you again." Y/n yawned, her arm stretching out.

"I don't know if I can wait a week, sweetie. I miss you too much and I don't like to sleep here alone." Elvis also yawned, his head nuzzling into his pillow. "Promise me that next time you'll come with me?" Elvis added, blinking softly.

"I promise." Y/n mumbled, her droopy eyes shutting softly as they both fell asleep listening to each others soft snores and breaths.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis presley smut #elvis the king #elvis presley imagines #elvis presley fanfiction

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aihoshiino · 3 months

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Since you haven't yet, could you please tell us your thoughts about the recent interview with Ai? After all, it seems to reveal a lot of interesting things about her.

For those who haven't read it yet, this is referring to the four-page in character interview with Ai that was published in the January 2024 issue of Da Vinci magazine!

Off the bat, it was really interesting to get such a direct and length look at Ai's public persona as it exists in OnK. Ironically enough, despite so much of the series being about people who are unable to get past her 'Ai of B-Komachi' mask, we actually don't get a ton of time spent with it as readers — we mostly see Ai in her private life, with Saitou, Miyako and the twins, where she is considerably more unfiltered and explicitly not on the job and we even get peeks directly into her POV from our perspective as out-of-universe observers. In fact, apart from the Da Vinci interview, the only other time we see Ai 'on the job' to this degree is a really quick exchange she has with a TV presenter just before her first post-hiatus performance. So it was really interesting to chew on!

The thing that stands out to me most from the interview is kind of a confirmation of something I've been saying for a long time — which is that Ai is a lot more honest than a lot of people (both in universe and in the fandom!) give her credit for. A lot of her answers are surprisingly frank and in line with what we know to be her true feelings and her more honest way of expressing herself elsewhere. Don't get me wrong, she's absolutely full of shit in plenty of spots here (EL OH EL ABOUT B-KOMACHI'S 'IRREPLACEABLE BOND') and her answers are still very polished and pretty, but there's a lot more of Ai herself here than I think even she herself would want to acknowledge.

This matches up with how Ai describes herself in 45510 — that, even though she's afraid of opening up, she does want people to know her as she really is and to accept her as such. It's interesting to see that expressed, even indirectly, through the interview like this.

It was also super cool to see a lot of my more incidental headcanons/personal interpretations confirmed! In particular, seeing Ai talk about Kana so warmly got me really excited. I'd always liked to imagine that she felt pretty fondly towards Kana and that she admired her hard work and dedication at such a young age so seeing Ai talking about her so effusively was really cute.

Less sweet was the confirmation that Ai's shitty home life in Ayumi's house stretched way back prior to Ayumi beginning to physically abuse her. Reading Ai calling herself a 'nasty brat' (almost definitely her mom's words) and then talking about her feeling so unwelcome at home that she'd sneak out of the house in the dead of night and wander around near the traintracks, daydreaming about being able to run away… it pains a really horrible image of what growing up in that house must have been like.

Speaking of parents, though… uh, wow, holy shit, Ai's dad! This is the only direct mention of him we've ever gotten and it definitely raises more questions than it answers. Prior to this, he'd been such a non-entity in Ai's life that I just kind of assumed he'd either passed away when she was very young or that he'd never been involved in her life — Ayumi is consistently referred to as her only parent to the point that, once she's out of the picture, Ai's only other option for stable family is, specifically, her mother's relatives. The idea of Ai being cared for by her dad or his side of the family is just never addressed as a possibility, so it's clear that past a certain point he was unable or unwilling to care for her.

The Da Vinci interview does imply she saw him occasionally — she describes their shopping trips as something that 'didn't happen often' — which supports the idea that he and Ayumi divorced or separated when Ai was quite young and he wasn't really involved in her life. It's honestly kind of depressing that he's the center of her happy childhood memory because like… man, it really says something about how abjectly unrelentingly dogshit her life was that "my dad sometimes took me to the grocery store" was happy enough in comparison to everything else in her life that she thought of it as a cherished memory.

Overall, the Da Vinci interview was a really nice surprise! We don't really get a lot of additional info about Ai from that time period specifically — a lot of the new reveals about her as a character tend to come from periods of her life prior to the timeline of the story, so getting a little extra peek into her final days really was a treat.

#oshi no ko #oshi no posting #ai hoshino

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an-aroaces-harem · 2 months

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Ivy Chapter 3

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Morganatic Idol belongs to Cybird and ABC Frontier, Inc.

Ivy: Thanks for your hard work, Kawanaga-san.

Rina: !?

I hear a voice coming from right beside me and turn around.

Rina: Oh, Ivy-san!

I was so close to Ivy-san all of a sudden that my body froze up.

Apparently, I had been so lost in thoughts that I didn't notice Ivy-san had come in.

Rina: W-welcome back.

Ivy: I'm home. I see you've already finished cleaning. What were you looking at?

Rina: Y-yes. That, uh ...

I was so taken by his neat beauty at close range that I could'nt speak.

(Too close ...!)

Perhaps sensing it, Ivy-san put some distance between us.

Ivy: Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you so much.

Rina: It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't notice you.

(It's too rude to not notice that the owner of the room has returned ...!)

It's also embarrassing that I overreacted and acted suspiciously again.

Without noticing my situation, Ivy-san shifted his gaze to my hands and made a surprised sound.

Ivy: The one for our first anniversary?

Rina: Once I started looking, I couldn't stop reading.

Rina: I found it all fascinating ... I wanted to see exe on stage in person.

Rina: The interview between Ivy-san and the foreign band is also very interesting.

The article earnestly describes Ivy-san's enthusiasm for his exe activities.

Rina: You get along with the band leader about how difficult it is to bring a team together.

Ivy: Haha, you're right. It was quite informative to hear about his experiences.

Ivy-san looked down at the article with nostalgia.

Ivy: I had to keep everyone together, and it was pretty overwhelming at the time.

Ivy: The exe members are very strong-willed, and at that time we had just made our debut, so we were all even more self-driven than we are now ...

Ivy: He was like "yes, yes. This happened to me once. I miss it."

Ivy-san flips through the pages of the magazine.

(You have kind eyes ...)

I guess he's a person who doesn't feel hardship in putting his heart and soul into helping his team.

In fact, he even somewhat seems happy.

Rina: You're kind of like an older brother.

Ivy: Me?

Rina: Yes. I feel like you take good care of me and you're always looking out for the other members.

Ivy: Well, I'm the oldest.

Ivy: Actually, I really do have a younger sister as well. Maybe that's why.

Rina: Really?

(He fits the image perfectly. I bet he's a kind brother.)

And when we were talking about it ...

Sakura Eito: Ivy, are you in? I'd like to have a meeting about your upcoming performance with Gem.

After knocking, it was Sakura-san and the members of Gem Cuddle who entered the room.

Hitaki: Hmm? I think you're the one from the other day ...

Nagi: You seriously moved in?

Miu: Heh, wow.

Rina: I look forward to working with you.

Miu: I don't care about that! I heard it, Ivy-san!

Hitaki: i heard that you are going to distribute your song "exe" worldwide at the upcoming M-fest.

Nagi: That's a hell of a special treat, isn't it?

Miu: It's not fair even though we are in the same office. I wish you would do the same for us, Eito-san!

Sakura Eito: Don't be unreasonable, it's just like that.

Rina: Um, what is global distribution?

Ivy: Actually ...

... they're now working on a music program to distribute exe's stage to the world.

We were also told that exe would distribute the video on its official website and through video distribution services.

(I say this lightly, but worldwide distribution is awasome ...)

Sakura Eito: We're short on staff because of the short notice, so we're trying to get people together as quickly as possible.

Ivy: Hey, Eito, how about having her help you?

Rina: Eh!

Surprised by the suddenness of the situation, Ivy-san turned to me with a serious look on his face.

Ivy: If you want to get to know exe, I think it's a great opportunity to get involved as a staff member.

Ivy: Besides, didn't you just say you wanted to see us live?

Rina: Thank you for consideration.

Ivy: I don't need any thanks, I just thought it would be better that way.

Sakura Eito: I'd be grateful for that. I was originally planning to have Kawanaga-chan help me in the office as well.

This is a precious apportunity that Ivy-san gave me. There's no way to pass it up.

Rina: Thank you!

Sakura Eito: Okay, it's settled.

Ivy: Good luck.

Rina: Yes!

Then Miu-san, who had been watching us, interrupted us.

Miu: Is that really okay? Everyone at a live concert is always in a panic.

Miu: She's kind of vague, and I'm worried she won't be able to keep up with the groove of the scene.

Rina: !

(Does that mean I seem dull?)

Ivy: Miu, you're being disrepectful to her.

Miu: Oh, sorry. It's not that you can't do your job.

Miu: The clothes aren't very bright, but they seem to be easy to move around in. I think it's really great, just like the staff!

His words pierced my heart.

(It's not so bright ...)

Rina: I will do my best not to fail.

Rina: I already cleaned up, so I'm going to gow now ...

I managed to push the words out of my mouth and left the room as if to escape.

Ivy: Ah, Kawanaga-san ...!

Rina: Hah ...

(Dull, huh? Sure, I'm wearing comfortable cleaning clothes right now.)

(This is no time to be depressed. I just got the job!)

I was once again fired up to do my best to help with the distribution.

A few days later, the day of the the music show arrived.

(A large venue.)

They're going to have a live concert here today, and they're going to broadcast it on their music program.

As a member of the office staff, I ran around as directed.

Staff 1: Camera check complete. Intercom sensitivity is good.

Staff 1: Okay, everything is ready for distribution. Can you please tell Sakura-san?

Rina: Okay!

When i went to Sakura-san and the other members on the side of the stage ...

Finn: Why not? It's definitely better that way.

Xeno: There is no way they would approve such an abrupt change.

(What's going on?)

Sakura Eito: Hm? Kawanaga-chan, whyt's wrong?

Rina: I'm here to tell you that we're ready for distribution. Is there something wrong?

Ivy: Yeah, a little trouble.

Finn: I just suggested we change the choreography.

Finn: I wanted to create a highlight for each member, with an improvised solo part in between.

Hugh: It's ... cool ...

Xeno: It would be impossible to make any changes after rehearsals are over. The production has already been completed.

Jace: Hmm, there's no need to change it now, is it?

Sakura Eito: I agree. It's too risky.

Finn: We can handle it, can't we? It's better to change it!

Xeno: We can't let your ideas destroy the stage.

Finn: Dou you think I'm just saying that without reason?

(What should I do ... in such a nasty atmosphere before the show.)

That's what I'm thinking ...

Ivy: You two need to calm down a little.

Ivy-san tried to appease the two.

Ivy: Finn knows it's hard to make big changes now.

Ivy: But still, Finn must have a reason to propose his idea at this time.

Finn: Oh! Because it's a different stage today, isn't it?

Ivy: I mean, it's a special stage, you want to make it a little more exciting?

Finn: Yes! I came to this venue, I felt the athmosphere ... and I thought ...

Finn: If it's a special one-time distribution, we want to give a special performance, don't we?

Finn: Fans from all over the world will see it at the same time. That's definitely going to make them happy.

Jace: Oh, to please the fans? Is that what this is all about?

Xeno: Special performance for fans, huh?

Ivy: I agree with Finn, it would be more special if we had more to showcase.

Xeno: That's true, but it would throw the whole structure off.

Ivy: Yeah, so here's a suggestion ...

It was a good balance of including a solo part and incorporating Finn-san's suggestions, while still maintaining the overall direction.

Finn: Not bad.

Hugh: Sounds interesting ...

Jace: I like it.

Xeno: With that format, the stage will have a special feel. Disturbances in the production are tolerable.

Ivy: Okay, let's go with that.

Finn: Okay! Sorry Ivy. Thank you for explaining it so well.

Ivy: Okay, that's all.

Ivy: Okay, it's decided, we'll go through it once to make sure it's right. We don't have much time left before the show. Let's go for it!

Ivy-san claps his hands and the members of exe immediately started moving.

Sakura Eito: Looks like you'll be fine. As expected of Ivy.

Rina: That's great.

Perhaps noticing my respectful gaze, Ivy-san turns to me.

Ivy: Good luck to you too.

Rina: Y-yes. I'm sure you'll do well on the show!

Ivy: Thank you.

Rina: !

He smiled at me, and my heart thudded.

The way they dressed up in their stage costumes and left the venue so quickly was truly the essence of a super idol.

Ivy-san instantly understood what Finn-san was thinking.

The fact that he communicated this to everyone and created an atmosphere for discussion is a testament to his understanding of the members.

(Even the irritated members were listening to what Ivy-san had to say. That's what a leader should do.)

(And on top of that, he cares about me ... I can see why everyone is a fan. You really are a wonderful person.)

(Okay! I'll get to work too!)

When I returned to work and told the staff that there had been a change in the choreography, they seemed a little confused.

Staff 1: Solo? I can't put it all on the stream.

Staff 2: It's a shame.

I hear such blurbs.

(Certainly, you want to take a closer look at each person's highlight. If that's the case ...)

Rina: Um, do you have a spare camera?

Staff 1: I've got one. What about it?

Rina: I have suggestion ...

The show finally began, despite all of this.

Audience: Kyaaa!

Rina: ...ng!

Seeing exe live on stage for the first time, I was overwhelmed.

(Awesome ...!)

The singing and dancing were flawless. I can't believe there was a last minute change.

In the frenzied atmosphere, my gaze was naturally drawn to Ivy-san.

Ivy-san's dancing and singing are not outstanding among the exe members ...

(Even so, the level is quite high, even an amateur can tell.)

His presence seems to keep the members, who tend to run when the mood strikes them, in good harmony.

(It's just like a balancer ...)

Above all, all of his songs fit exe better than ever.

(He is an amazing person who can perform so well and write songs on top of it.)

I was so impressed again ...

Ivy-san's figure shines like an idol. However--

(I think the expression on Ivy-san's face is different from just now.)

I felt a sense of discomfort, as if his smile wasn't the gentle, reassuring smile he often shows people.

The concert ended with great excitement.

And--

I would recall this feeling of discomfort many times as I got to know him better.

#morganatic idol #morudoru #morudoru ivy #resa translates something for once?

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eyedelater · 1 year

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this important scene between koito, tsurumi, and tsukishima at goryokaku (chapter 295) was greatly changed in golden kamuy volume 30. the volume version is above. i decided to translate and then analyze it.

EH scans translated the magazine version of the manga as it was being released, so they haven't done this version, to my knowledge. and VIZ hasn't gotten this far in their official translation yet. so neither of my main sources have done it! that's why i'm translating these pages. i don't know if anyone else has translated this. if someone has, then you can look at their translation AND mine and compare them if you want. (and you can send me a link to their version.)

i want to show you the magazine version for comparison. this is the translation by EH scans:

you'll notice that the page count increased by two for the volume version. you'll also notice that the first and last pages haven't changed at all; i only included them for context because that's the whole scene.

while reading the raw manga, i had intended to check on one of the lines in this scene to see what it said in japanese and compare the translation. the line in question was the one where tsurumi talks about entrusting things to splendid koito. but that line is completely obliterated in the volume version, and i can't find the raw magazine version of this particular chapter, so i'll forget about that forever i guess. it doesn't matter because it's not canon anymore.

now, because i love koito and tsukishima so much, i went to the trouble of typesetting these pages with my own translation. so i'll include them here for your reading pleasure, and THEN i'll go ahead with the inevitable overanalysis in terms of translation and plot significance.

(i typeset it clumsily and also committed the vile typesetting sin of not using an all-caps font. but paint 3d didn't have any all-caps fonts, okay?? i'm very lazy! i'm not gonna go download a font just for this. also i didn't really need to do the first and last pages here because nothing changed and EH scans translated it just fine, but for the sake of completionism, i did them anyway.)

so that's my translation, and you can just read that and walk away if you want. but i'll write a lot more anyway.

line by line translation notes

in order of speech bubble, by page. a slash / indicates a split in a compound speech bubble. a double slash // indicates two separate speech bubbles in one entry. transliterations are rough and not based on any real standard of romaji.

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raw: 月寒あんぱんのひとがついた甘い嘘… transliteration: tsukisappu anpan no hito ga tsuita amai uso… EH scans translation: The tsukisappu anpan person ended up telling sweet lies... my translation: The sweet lies that the Tsukisappu anpan person told... notes: it's a sentence fragment. it makes you think there's going to be a second part to the sentence, but there's not. because there's not, to avoid confusing the reader, EH scans turned it into a full sentence. that's fair. my translation is more literal, so i didn't turn it into a full sentence, but it doesn't sound as good... i guess i didn't need to retranslate this one if it doesn't sound any better... let's move along.

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raw: あなたは嘘をつきすぎて / 嘘で試した人間の「愛」しか本物と思えないのでは? transliteration: anata ha uso wo tsukisugite / uso de tameshita ningen no [ai] shika honmono to omoenai no de ha? my translation: Haven't you lied so much / that you can only believe someone's [love] is real after you've tested them with lies? notes: "love" here is "ai" 愛. it's the same love that tsurumi talks about with his judo teacher when he talks about inspiring love among his soldiers so they will actually kill instead of pretending to kill. it is not "koi" 恋 romantic love, but it is love in the broadest sense.

raw: 鯉登少尉! transliteration: koito shoui! my translation: Second Lieutenant Koito! notes: no translation notes, but tsukishima's face did get slightly altered, and the speech bubble has wavery edges now, and dramatic motion lines were added. it's an emotional exclamation!!!

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raw: 中央から見ればここにいる者たちは全員 / 政権転覆を図る反乱分子です transliteration: chuuou kara mireba koko ni iru monotachi ha zen'in / seiken tenpuku wo hakaru hanran bunshi desu my translation: From Central's point of view, all of the people here / are insurgents plotting to overthrow the government. notes: seiken "political administration," tenpuku "overturn/overthrow," hakaru "to plan, to plot, to strive for," hanran "insurrection, rebellion," bunshi "member(s), element(s)." this isn't the first time we've heard the phrase "hanran bunshi." in chapter 78 (volume 8), shortly after tsukishima kicks him and then yells at him for killing maeyama, ogata uses the phrase to describe tsurumi's men. i think a fair translation of "hanran bunshi" would be "rebel faction."

raw: 勝てば官軍負ければ賊軍 / この戦でなにも得られなければ transliteration: kateba kangun makereba zokugun / kono ikusa de nanimo erarenakereba my translation: If you win, you're in the right. If you lose, you're in the wrong. / If we gain nothing from this battle… notes: the first line must be an existing saying, because when i searched zokugun on jisho.org, it brought up that first sentence word for word as one of its example sentences. so i made that the translation, word for word... you know, cos it's an existing saying... plus it's nice and concise...

raw: 我々は軍の裏切り者として裁かれる transliteration: wareware ha gun no uragirimono toshite sabakareru my translation: …we will be judged as traitors to the military.

raw: 私たち親子がここまで来たのは / 自分たちの選択ですからどうなっても受け入れます transliteration: watashitachi oyako ga koko made kita no ha / jibuntachi no sentaku desukara dounattemo ukeiremasu EH scans translation: The fact that my father and I have come this far… / That was the choice we ourselves made, so I can accept whatever comes of it. my translation: My father and I have come this far by choice. / Whatever happens, we will accept it. notes: i learned the word sentaku 選択, meaning "choice, option." it is different from sentaku 洗濯, meaning "laundry." also it seems that this line was not changed in the volume version; it was only moved around. that's why there's an EH scans translation for this entry. i would say their translation is slightly more accurate, but i'm happy with the concise way i phrased it.

raw: だがもしもの時は部下たちを中央から守るために… / 私はあなたを… transliteration: daga moshimo no toki ha bukatachi wo chuuou kara mamoru tame ni… / watashi ha anata wo… my translation: But if circumstance demands it, in order to protect my subordinates from Central… / I will … notes: "moshimo no toki" refers to unexpected circumstances. moshimo = what if, toki = time, so it's a "what if time." you could translate it as "if anything happens," and i was about to, but i had already used the word "happens" in the last speech bubble and i didn't want it to echo. so i took a liberty and made it sound cooler. as for the second half of the speech bubble, the literal translation is "i will ... you" and the verb is left unsaid. you can imagine the verb implied would be either "stop" or "kill." this is the pain of translation from SOV word order to SVO word order. also, there were very similar lines in the EH scans version, but because they didn't match precisely and i haven't seen the raws they were translating from, i couldn't be sure that the lines were exactly the same. so i didn't include EH scans's translation in this entry.

raw: 負けるつもりはない // すべて手に入れる transliteration: makeru tsumori ha nai // subete te ni haireru my translation: I do not intend to lose. // We will obtain everything we seek. notes: note that this is 100% different from the previous version where tsurumi tells koito to kill him. he just flat-out doesn't say that anymore. the first speech bubble is easy to translate. the second one isn't, or rather, it's hard to make it sound good? subete = everything, te ni haireru = to obtain. i took a minor liberty by making it a "we" pronoun because i think tsurumi would emphasize that his goals are for everyone's sake, not just his own. and i added "we seek" for clarity. also it sounds cooler.

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on this page, i changed the order of the contents of the speech bubbles to make it more of a cohesive sentence in english.

raw: 「私のちからになって助けてくれ」と // まっすぐにアタイを見てそげん言ってくいやっちょったら / そいでもついて行ったとに transliteration: [watashi no chikara ni natte tasukete kure] to // massugu ni atai wo mite sogen itte kuiyacchottara / soidemo tsuite itta toni my translation: All you had to do was look me in the eye and say, // [Stand with me and lend me your aid,] / and I would have followed you. notes: most prominent note is that koito lapses completely into satsuma dialect for the parts of the line that aren't in brackets. it isn't played as a joke this time; he is not speaking rapidly. tsurumi was able to understand him speaking like this when they first met, and he can understand him now. he says the bracketed part as what he wishes tsurumi would have said to him, and then he says the rest in dialect. "chikara ni naru" = "to be helpful, to be dependable, to stand by (someone)." if taken literally, "chikara ni naru" would mean "become my strength." but to my understanding, it does not have nearly the same intense connotations as the phrase "become my strength" does in english. i think. so that's the part i translated as "stand with me." then, "tasukete kure" means "help me, save me, assist me, support me." gotta figure out which verb makes the most sense in context. it's in the context of joining his team in a military sense, so it implies in the long term, and i think a phrase with a similar feeling that implies a longer term than "help" would be "lend me your aid." so that's how i arrived at "Stand with me and lend me your aid." this is a super important line; i'll write more about its significance down below. one more translation note: he says "massugu ni" (straightforward, frank, honest) with the verb "miru" (look at). so he's saying to "look at me straightforwardly." i phrased it as "look me in the eye" because that's what you do when you're looking at someone straightforwardly. honesty is the important implication (in contrast to sweet lies).

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raw: いくぞ月島 transliteration: ikuzo tsukishima EH scans translation: Let's go, Tsukishima. my translation: Let's go, Tsukishima. notes: could've also phrased it like, "We're leaving, Tsukishima." i have a feeling this line just slipped out of koito's mouth without any thoughts attached to it.

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raw: 月島? // 私の味方はもうお前だけになってしまったな? transliteration: tsukishima? // watashi no mikata ha mou omae dake ni natte shimatta na? EH scans translation: Tsukishima? // It seems you're the only ally I have left, doesn't it? my translation: Tsukishima? // Now you're the only ally I have left, aren't you? notes: tsurumi's use of "shimatta" carries the implication that this is how things have "ended up." a very literal translation could be, "my allies have now ended up becoming only you, huh?" but of course that doesn't sound natural, so it must be finagled. anyway, probably EH scans' version is better than mine. i just wanted to shed a little light on how you can translate the same sentence different ways and both can be right because japanese grammar is so different that there is no single direct counterpart.

plot analysis notes

i think it goes without saying that the changes to this scene are pretty significant in terms of the plot. some reasons are as follows:

when tsukishima calls out to koito in distress (page 2, second panel), it comes after a different line in this version. in the old version, he interrupts a line about koito and his father having come this far. there's not much significance to that except that he was maybe trying to stop koito from saying too much. but in this version, tsukishima cries out after koito's line about testing people with sweet lies. koito has come out and said too much right away. tsukishima is more upset this time because confronting tsurumi about sweet lies would reveal that tsukishima had talked to koito and given away the fact that the kidnapping was a ruse. tsukishima is distressed because he doesn't want tsurumi to think that he is turning on him as well.

new lines show that koito does understand the nature of tsurumi's rebellion against central. honestly it was kind of up in the air before this, given koito's earnest nature and the fact that his high-ranking father would have had to be in on it too. but now we know for sure that he understands. it's easy to look down on koito because he's so naive and emotional, but he's not stupid.

by changing this scene, noda-sensei makes the most of this confrontation, which is koito's last chance to have a calm conversation with tsurumi. (the only confrontation they have after this is when koito yells up at tsurumi on top of the train and tells him to set tsukishima free. but the subject matter is completely different at that time, and the tension is much higher, so that would be no time to bring up sweet lies again.) in terms of wrapping up the unresolved conflict of the kidnapping incident, it's gotta be this scene or nothing. in the altered scene, koito can now say what he wants to say to tsurumi about the kidnapping, make it clear he knows it was a lie, and gauge how tsurumi responds.

tsurumi no longer taunts koito (saying "kill me" when they both know he won't; implying that he would trust koito to carry on his plans because he's just that splendid when they both know he can't). those lines are tossed in the garbage and don't exist anymore. what he now says is short and simple, and it avoids the heart of the matter completely; he ignores 95% of what koito said and only focuses on one aspect (what might happen if they fail). koito hears this bad-faith response and understands that tsurumi will not voluntarily come clean about his lies. that's why he says his emotional next line and leaves it at that.

the line "Stand with me and lend me your aid" (「私のちからになって助けてくれ」) is a very important addition to this scene!!! the reason is that it is the line that koito says to tsukishima in the final chapter! (i haven't gotten there in the raw manga yet, but i've seen it A Lot in japanese fanart, so i recognized it right away.) that later line becomes a callback to this moment! i had no idea! if you had read the magazine version only (and i think we english language readers are all in the same boat in that respect), then you wouldn't have had the full context of that line in the final chapter. it is more satisfying and makes much more sense this way. and this line carries so much weight in both scenes. koito wishes that tsurumi would have earnestly asked for his help instead of tricking him with sweet lies. then, in the final chapter, koito earnestly asks tsukishima to join him by using that same line! it's a complete rejection of tsurumi's "sweet lies" modus operandi! there doesn't need to be any pretense between the two of them! they can just rely on each other honestly and with their whole hearts! (note: EH scans translated that line in the final chapter as, "Lend me your strength. I require your aid." that's good. i like mine better. maybe someone else could translate it even better. i really don't think VIZ will, though.)

tsukishima has an emotional reaction when koito says that. we get a whole new big panel of his face, so that's our cue to think about how tsukishima must feel at that moment. he looks surprised and thoughtful. i think he is impressed by koito's resolve and frankness and the way he made himself vulnerable in that moment by speaking his mind (in his native dialect). he must also be thinking about how this means that the whole kidnapping scheme was a waste of time and caused pain (and cost lives) for no reason. and he's probably thinking about how nice it would have been if tsurumi had said something like that to him instead of trapping him with sweet lies as well. it's a moment where tsukishima is struck by how koito is honest and honorable, and it stands in stark contrast to tsurumi (especially considering the monster that tsurumi has become). this moment helps us better understand why tsukishima sticks with koito at the end of the story.

the following was clear in the other version too, but when koito says it's time to go, tsukishima is clearly turning to follow him (he turns 180 degrees right in front of us). that's notable. first of all, i don't think koito said that and expected tsukishima to follow him in a "you better choose me or him right now!" kind of way. i think it slipped out. tsukishima has become a staple in his life, and he expects him to be at his side at all times, so he tried to walk away with him out of habit without considering what it would look like to tsurumi. on a similar note, i don't think tsukishima was about to follow koito in a "now we're turning our backs on tsurumi forever" kind of way. it was a kind of subconscious movement; he found himself turning to follow the person he really wanted to follow. and there are motion lines showing that he stops moving when tsurumi calls out to him. if tsurumi hadn't stopped him, i wonder how far he would have gotten before catching himself and thinking about how it would look to tsurumi if he followed koito out of the building.

it seems that that after this scene, koito isn't exactly working toward tsurumi's goals anymore. in the last panel of the last page here, he notices tsukishima isn't following him. that's probably when he thinks about the implications of trying to take tsukishima with him, so he goes off by himself. the next time we see him, he confronts fleeing shiraishi and fights nagakura on the bridge. but why is he doing that? maybe because he thinks tsurumi getting the land deed would be better for japan than if team hijikata kept it. it can't be blind allegiance to tsurumi at this point, right? and then a little later (after jumping in the moat), koito sees tsukishima riding away with tsurumi on horseback, so he follows them and ends up at the train. why does koito board the train and fight hijikata? is it still in pursuit of tsurumi's goals? or is it to protect his subordinates on the train, especially tsukishima? it has to be the latter, right? he doesn't do anything explicitly rebellious, but his allegiance to tsurumi is basically gone at that point, and that's why he is able to confront tsurumi in tsukishima's defense on the back of the train car. so in essence, the scene in this post was the final turning point in the relationship between koito and tsurumi. his goal has become "protecting his subordinates (especially tsukishima) from being sacrified by tsurumi."

in conclusion, i kinda wish noda-sensei wouldn't make sweeping changes to art AND dialogue in very important scenes... but i think this change was pretty good.

EDIT: i found out that piduai also translated these pages, and they ended up with a very similar translation to mine for that one important line! yeahh! i've discovered the MVP piduai! i encourage you to compare the translations.

#golden kamuy #golden kamuy translation notes #koito otonoshin #tsukishima hajime #golden kamuy spoilers #SPOILERS UP TO THE END OF THE FINAL CHAPTER OF GOLDEN KAMUY #translating and typesetting and reposting 6 whole pages of manga falls under fair use if you surround it with a big honking essay right #i didn't explicitly make this post about tsukishima/koito the ship #but rest assured that the underlying implication of everything i've written here is that they love each other #i was like ''good this post doesn't mention ogata even once. my honor is restored'' but shit it does mention ogata once. fuck #(gripping desk) IS IT NORMAL TO POST SOMETHING LONG LIKE THIS ON CHRISTMAS EVE? IS IT NORMAL OR IS IT WEIRD? IT'S NORMAL RIGHT?

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First driver (Daniel Ricciardo)

You had a car and an empty seat, you wanted to win a championship and he was casually free. Fluff to smut

Note: this is me daydreaming about Daniel and a good team who loves him and its only @lillypotter00 's fault. (x) I didn't follow completely the request because I got a bit carried away.

Warning: Not proofread, there are some (many) mistakes here. Sorry. Toto is a bit of a dick. I don't dislike him but he is a rich man, it's just for the plot. +18. Penetrative sex. (m on f)

You had an eye on him for a while. You wanted him. He was the driver your car needed. He was the driver you wanted on your team. But he was with McLaren. He had that damn contract. He had that shit box and boss shitting on him. And you were getting frustrated.

Then the summer break came and those news broke every motorsports site or magazine. Fans were angry, other couldn't quite understan the decision, other simply said Daniel Ricciardo's career was over. It was your moment. You had the money, you had the car, you had the team. Porsche Racing F1 team was a thing. It wasn't announced yet, though you were already in. The FIA knew and they agreed. Other teams principals and directors knew. You had the whole team formed, the cars were already designed. You had engines. You had some of the best working with you. You only needed him. And another driver of course.

You were with Helen, your head engineer and a brilliant woman, when the announcement came out. Sarah, your assistant who was also there, gasped.

"Sarah, contact his team. I want him"

"Fuck, yes." Helen said raising his fist.

"Dear Helen, I will get you a nice driver. You know what it means?"

"Get the whole team to analyze him"

"Yes. We will win races with Daniel Ricciardo"

..............

You were sitting on the table, on the middle, Helen on one side, Sarah on the other, and your lawyer on the right end of the table.

"They are five minutes late" Helen said.

"Five more" You insisted.

Right then the door opened and Will, your secretary let them in. Daniel Ricciardo and Blake Friend.

You and your girls got up.

"Welcome. And nice to meet you" You said reaching your hand for him. He politely shook it. You eyed his clothes carefully. Overside band t-shirt, tight and ripped jeans and vans. Some chains on his neck and a backwards cap on his head. "Curious clothes for a job interview"

He looked at you in surprise, a soft gasp leaving his lips. He looked a Blake, who was equally confused.

"Take a seat"

You sat, both of them taking their seats in front of you. Daniel seemed speachless, but Blake was already on his manager mode.

"What is that about a job interview?"

You smiled and opened you black folder.

"Fine. Sorry for the secrecy. My name is YN YSN."

They nodded.

"I've heard of you" Daniel said.

"I know." You were a powerful figure on motorsports. You were known for having sponsored many drivers, mainly females, and also some teams. Your family had a big business and your knew how to work with it.

You passed them two folders.

"Porsche Racing?" Daniel asked.

"I want you, Daniel."

He looked at you opened mouthed. Blake was already reading the papers.

"I have a car. A good one. I have a team. I only need a driver."

"A team? Is this real? If it's some kind of joke..."

"Do you think I'm joking, Daniel?" You said.

"I don't know anymore."

You felt kind of bad for him.

"Well, I'm not. I want to win races. I want to win a championship and seeing how others have been wasting talent for years I think it's a good moment to try. I'm giving you a car, a seat. You would be the first driver of Porsche Racing F1 Team."

He looked at you, his brown eyes giving you an intense glare.

"How much?" Blake asked.

"How much do you want?"

"30"

"25"

"29"

"28"

"Fine" Blake said. "Conditions?"

"All of that it's on the folder. You can read it now. You can wait. We still have some time."

"For how long?"

"Multi year"

Daniel read the first pages.

"I need an exit."

"You have it. Page 12."

They shared a look. It was as if they were having a telepathic conversation.

"We need some time to talk. And the negotiations..."

"I'm open to ideas. The contract is flexible. But I won't spoil you, Daniel. If you are my driver, I want you to give everything. If I give you a winning car, you can't waste it. I won't tie you to the team. You will be free to leave whenever you want. But you need to know that if I need to kick you out I will"

He nodded. His eyes were brilliant and he had the ghost of a smile on his face. He liked you. He liked your energy. Big Dick Energy. As he would say. Or... Big ovaries energy? What ever. He liked you. You wanted something and you would get it. He wanted it too.

"Well talk about it. I'll contact you soon." Blake said.

All of you got up and Daniel reached a hand for you.

"For the moment... Count on me"

"Daniel..." You heard Blake.

You laughed a bit.

"Okay, I won't cross your name on the list." You shook his hand. "Yet"

"See you soon, Ms YSN."

"This is top secret. No one knows yet. Only you and Jessica."

"Hawkins?"

You nodded.

"Nice."

................

The next time you heard from them wasn't long after. Sarah passed you the message from Blake. Another appointment. This time you invited them over the factory. You wanted them to see what you had.

"Daniel, Blake. Welcome to Porsche Racing Development Centre." You walked down the wide corridor to the big hall. "How was the flight?"

"Nice thing you have in here, Ms YSN" Daniel said while pointing at some good old classics in exposition.

"Call me YN, please" You told him. "Same to you, Blake."

The manager nodded with a smile.

"Come with me. We have a meeting room right back there. Helen is already there"

Both men walked on each of your sides.

"Helen?"

"My head engineer. She is a brilliant woman. Helen Moore. First of her class. She comes from a family involved on motorsports. His father worked for Honda in the past. She knows what she is doing. Trust me. I only want the best of the best on my team" You side looked at him. He was smiling at you. Big smile actually.

"Thank you"

"It's nothing."

His clothes were more appropriate that day. He was wearing a jumper. Black and expensive. Some black jeans and more discreet vans. He looked so good.

Daniel was also checking your outfit. Wide trousers, white shirt, high shoes. All your clothes were perfect. You were impressive. He respected you since he saw you. He knew you didn't want games.

"Here we are." You opened the door. Helen and Sarah were there. "We don't have a big lake like the MTC, but we have a good view to the forest. Daniel, Blake. You already know them, but they are Helen Moore and Sarah Wilson. Take a seat."

You all sat around the table, this time round table. You prefered it, everybody facing everybody.

"Well. I'm all ears. I'll let you speak first."

"I want the seat." Daniel said. "I won't waste it. You want wins, I want wins. If your car is as good as you say, I can give you wins. Give me a race winning car and I will win races."

You felt something on your chest. It was the way he was looking at you. It was the hunger in his eyes, as if there was fire behind them. It made your hear beat faster.

"Perfect. That's what I need. What I want. I want Daniel Ricciardo winning races on my car."

"You have me"

It was as if the other had banished. It was only you two on the table, one in front of the other sharing the most intense looks.

"Welcome to Porsche Racing Team." You reached your hand for him and he gently took it.

"Thank you"

"Well, there is legal stuff to talk about, right?" Blake said.

"Of course, Blake. Of course. Just tell me what you need."

"Okay. No preferences. No giving more to one driver than another."

"You don't get to choose on that. I do. I have two drivers."

You obviously wouldn't let them boss you around.

"We will favor the driver who gets the better race. That's how we will work."

They both nodded.

"What else?"

"The money. 29 or nothing"

"For next year. Perform well. Earn your money, Daniel."

Blake took a deep breath but nodded. Daniel kept looking at you. Just as intense.

"I want Simon"

"Rennie?" Helen asked. "He is still on Red Bull"

"I want him"

You nodded slowly.

"I can't promise anything."

"I understand"

"Anything else?"

"Not much. It's all in here"

Sarah took the papers.

"Fine. We will give this to the legal team. And the contract will be ready soon. It's still a secret though. The team will be announce after the last race. It will also be in the contract. Top secret, okay?"

They nodded at your words.

"Now, let me show you all of this, Daniel."

You both walked around the factory, he was curious, he talked a lot. He asked so many things. Until you reached the technology wing.

"Here is where we're are working on the car. Where you will work once you are free from the papaya team"

He chuckled at your words.

"The Sim?"

"Yes. And the building"

"Building?"

"Of the car, yes"

"Do you want me to..."

"If I'm going to give you a car, I want you to be comfortable on it" You opened a door and he gasped. The car was there up on the air. It was still only a skeleton, but it was there. "Not much people have seen this, so if any of our secrets get leaked..."

He chuckled at your tone and loved the way you smiled.

"How is it gonna be? The color?"

"I want it black. But you will help us with that too. The suit will be black too."

"Yeah, people say I look good and black"

It made you chuckle. You liked him. You loved his energy, his personality. You have followed his entire career. He had talent. He was good. And he knew how to win people over. The other drivers liked him. He had no "enemies" on the grid. He the perfect first driver for your team.

"What are you looking at, boss?"

"Don't flirt, Ricciardo. It's too soon for that."

"When can I then?"

"Secure your seat first. Sign the contract. Don't be stupid" You said with a smile. He laughed.

"Okay, after the contract then"

He turned his look to the car.

"What is your part in all of this? You pu the money or..."

"I'm the CEO and team principal. I own the 85 percent of the team. I got my degree and I know a fucking lot about cars and strategies. All my life have turned around this world. And I've learned a lot."

He let and impressed whistle.

"Wow, boss. That's... You left me speachless"

"Why are you talking, then?"

Daniel looked at you. He fucking wanted you. He loved the way you talked, how you didn't even flinch. You were powerful and he loved that.

"You win"

"I hope so" You smiled.

You walked him back to the hall, were Blake waited with your girls. That night you went to bed with Daniel's intense look suck in your brain. This had just started and you were already in problems.

........

"What a mess" You said looking around. Two days after the last race, you were ready to launch your team. It had been announced, but today it was the official presentation on the factory.

"It's perfect don't worry about that." Sarah told you. Everything was covered in clothes, make up... "You look beautiful."

"And scary?" You answered joking.

"So much".

You had gotten the suit done for you and it fitted you so perfectly.

You were expecting a good gala, lots of people, other principals, sponsors. So many people, important people. You two drivers. Daniel and Jessica. You made the presentations. Gave a speech. Motivated everyone. You wanted to show power, to leave a good impression and tell your colleagues you weren't playing you had come to stay and you would fight for the title.

Then it was the moment to announce the driver's. It wasn't public yet. When you pronounced both names and they climbed to the stache, you saw the other principals. Some of them were laughing. Others were playing much attention. Zak Brown was looking at you and you didn't like it a single bit. Toto was serious. Horner had a look on his face that made you want to punch him. You tried to breath deeply, to not let if affect you, and when it was time, you practically ran away from the stage.

"YN..."

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure?" Sarah seemed worried, but she always did so...

"I am"

"Hey boss. Nice speech in there."

You looked back. His suit was still perfect. The tie was on its place, the buttons were closed. He look pristine.

"Thank you, Daniel."

"Ms YSN"

Daniel and you looked to your left.

"Mr Brown."

"Nice thing you have in here. Beautiful place. And what a surprise for next season."

You smirked.

"Thank you, Zak."

"Tell me, what are your plans?"

"Spill my secrets? No thank you"

He laughed.

"Well, you got my driver. I want to know if he is going to be treated well".

You wanted to throw your champagne on him. Instead, you took a step closer, facing him and looking at him in the eyes.

"Last time I checked, you kicked my driver out of your team." You said letting your voice drop. Zak fixed his tie uncomfortably. "And if his wellness is what worries you, don't worry Zak. He will be treated better than he has in a while. He is our number one priority"

Zak opened his mouth so speak, but he said nothing so you turned to Daniel.

"Let's go, Daniel. I want to sit with Jessica and you. I want to get to know my drivers better."

As you walked away from the American, Daniel's hand softly touched you. It was so light. Almost like a feather, but electricity ran up and down your arm.

"Thank you for that."

"I can't stand him."

He chuckled.

"Thank you, really"

You looked at him. He was sincere.

"It's nothing, Daniel."

.................

You were watching closely. The first testing was almost there. 10 days. Daniel was on the Sim, he had been there for a while.

"It seems fine, right?" You asked Helen.

"Yeah. If it works as good in reality..."

Daniel crossed the finish line. Soon he was out of the fake car. He was sweaty and his hair was a mess. He wasn't even wearing shoes when he came to the room with the engineering team.

"How was that?"

"I would say 79%"

He smirked.

"Only?"

"It's a simulation, Daniel. I won't give high marks until I see the car rolling."

He smiled.

"I can't wait."

You smiled too. These months had been intense. Everyone had to work a lot. You had to lead them, build the confidence, make sure everyone was feeling okay, deal with sponsors and the FIA. You had to get it on point. You were the leader and this was your team.

You checked your phone.

"Shit. I have a meeting. Well done to everyone. Go home and take the rest of the afternoon. Enjoy"

You left the room and went to your office. Sarah had everything set for you. It was about races and rules, the last changes they had made.

Toto and Christian had been bickering for a while. You were tired of fragile masculinities and testosterone.

"Well, from my point of view. If what you suggest applies for every team, then it's fine. But if only some of us will suffer the end of it..."

Someone laughed. You could get who, but one of them laughed.

"Is it funny?"

"What do you know about this, YN?"

Anger boiled on your veins.

"Ms YSN for you, Horner."

"I think he has a point. These regulations are not completely knew, but some people here is. There is nothing you can complain about, YN" Toto added.

You clenched your fist around your skirt.

"Sorry, but there aren't rules about what I can complain about and what not."

"This is not about rules. It's about experience." Zak said.

"If you are implauing I don't have experience, Zak..."

Another laughed. It was Christian this time.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Well, YN. Calm down. Don't get to emotional."

That was the last straw. Since your arrived with your folder and new team to the first meeting, it had gone like this. Weird looks, humiliating comments, they were all trying to belittle you.

"If it wasn't for my money, half of the driver's of the grid, in F1, F2 and even Formula E wouldn't had made it to were they are. They would still be kids with not enough money to buy a seat. If it wasn't for me, half of you wouldn't have your little race winners. Or... Well. Some of them can't even win. I won't accept this kind of comments about me, okay? I'm another CEO and team principal, I'm not less than you. Than any of you. So start treating me like that because I'm not playing in here." You were fumming. You wanted to close the videoconference and cry. You were strong, but it was a delicate time and these comments hurt.

"Okay, I think we should wrap." The president said.

Soon the session was over. You took your shoes off and opened the first buttons in your shirt. You reached for you mug and tool a sip of your favourite coffee. Sarah was an angel for this.

The phone rang and you reached for it.

"YN, Daniel is here. He says he has something he wants to talk about with you"

You ran your hand through your face. Things with him were complicated on your side. He had to be this perfect and funny guy, he was hard working and was hungry for the win. That was what you needed. What yoy wanted. But not the stupid tickling on your belly everytime he was close.

"YN?"

"Yeah. Um... Tell him to come in. And go home, Sarah. It's late" It was past 9pm.

"Have a good night, don't leave too late yourself."

"Thank you, Sarah"

A minute later the door opened. Daniel didn't had those sport clothes anymore. He was wearing his usual baggy shirt and tight trousers. His hair was wet and he smelled like soap.

"Hi, boss"

"Hi, Daniel. Is everything okay?"

You leaned over your elbows and played with a pen.

"Yeah. It's just... About the car. And something I want to talk about."

"Sit then"

He walked to you and left the bag on the chair.

"Tell me."

"I think that we should prioritize races with long straights. There is were the car is fast. And when I say fast I mean really fast."

You nodded.

"Helen talked to me about this. But what do you mean prioritize?"

"On the Sim. On races. Data collecting. I feel that if we focus all of this on this races we can get some good points."

You nodded.

"Okay, I will take notes and think about it. Something else?"

"Strategy and team orders"

You frowned.

"What about that?"

"Sometimes, as a driver you feel some stuff on the track. Then you receive some orders and they go against what you feel. It's like, hey man, let's get on jards. But you feel good on softs."

"You want to have a say on that" You said.

He looked into your eyes and nodded slowly.

"No team orders then."

"That's not what I meant"

"Danny, you are my employee. You are not the boss in here. If the data says..."

"Excuse me, I don't want to interrupt you. I know I need a team. I just want to have the possibility to choose. How many races have been fucked up because the team didn't listen to the driver?"

"We are building the whole car around you, Daniel. Don't say we don't listen to you" You said frustrated. Then instantly regretted it. You ran your fingers over your faced and massaged your temples. He was looking at you. His jaw was tense. This wasn't how you wanted it to be. You wanted to be the supportive boss he needed. "I'm sorry. I... I had a meeting right before you came and... I shouldn't have let it out on you"

Daniel relaxed when he saw your expression changing. Your whole posture changed too. You weren't that strong woman, that badass he loved so much. You looked tired and kind of weak. You looked vulnerable.

"It's fine. Was it too bad?"

You moved your chair a bit and looked through the big windows. The moon was bright over the forest.

"Kind of."

"You could have told me to come tomorrow."

"You have a free day tomorrow, Danny"

He felt a shiver. It was your first time calling him Danny.

"I don't mind"

You stayed in silence. You were truly exhausted. You had snapped at him because eyou were so angry at others. You felt that your apology wasn't enough but you didn't know how to deal with it now.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked slowly.

You looked at him. He had pulled the chair close to your table and you hadn't even noticed.

"Your old bosses are a bunch of cunts. And Toto. And Gunther too. All of them"

Daniel felt the need to protect you. He wanted to hug you close and then go and kick their asses. Although he knew you didn't need it. He had gotten to know you better. He had seen you in action with the team, sponsors, lawyers...

"What have they said to you? I can break their little cars a bit"

"I won't pay for it, Danny" You smiled a bit and he felt proud of making you smile.

His eyes were so soft on you. You felt completely comfortable with him then.

"The other CEOs and principals keep trying to... I don't even know. Show their dicks are huge or something. I don't really know. It's this whole misogyny and patriarchal thing. A woman comes to their world and they get scared."

Daniel felt kind of guilty. He was a man, he knew what she was talking about. He had sometimes felt it.

"They always get on defensive mode. Christian has gone full on women are too emotional. It's hard because I feel like a little girl again. All this hard work during these years... Nothing."

He reached for your hand and took it carefully.

"Listen... I know they are a bunch of cunts. But you? You are brilliant. You are strong and powerful. You are amazing. You have done all of this by yourself. If those dicks can't see it, or if they feel threatened it's because they know they should. You are strong and intelligent. And you will run over them. You will show them how much you deserve to be on this world."

A tear had fallen, but you dried it fast.

"Sorry" You quickly said.

"Hey, YN. It's nothing. It's okay to feel vulnerable sometimes."

You ran your finger over his knuckles.

"Thank you."

"You are one of the best boss I've had."

"You haven't seen me in action"

"I can't wait."

You spent long seconds looking at each other.

"Really, I can't wait to work with you."

You smiled. You were falling in love with this man.

.......

Bahréin came. After two successful testing sessions, Daniel put the car on P6. P6 on our first race was celebrated by the team like a win.

Then the next race was a P4. And the next a P5. The fourth race came and Daniel got a pole. And then...

"That's a podium. P1." Simon told him.

"Yes! Fuck! yes! I KNEW I STILL CAN. I KNEW IT"

You were shaking. You couldn't stop looking at the screen in front of you. Daniel lifting his fist on the air, driving one handed through the track, hearing him on your headphones.

"Daniel, it's YN." You took a deep breath. "You are the first winner in the story of the team. Thank you for bringing this home" You were on the verge of crying, but you wouldn't. Not with all the cameras and your reputation to keep.

"Thank you for building this car for me, YN. And the team. Thank you all for believing in me."

You couldn't even name all the things you were feeling when you saw him standing tall on his black car. His family was there. Daniel had said he had a good feeling. It's was what he talked about, about straights. He had a good feeling because he knew he could win.

He was greeted by the team, but he felt something weird when he couldn't spot you there. But then he kept walking around, he kept doing his duties of race winner and when he was going to see his parents, he saw you standing there.

You were talking to Grace, the woman had grew fond of you when she met you on the car launching. She was telling you about Danny's first car. And she couldn't stop thanking you for giving him this opportunity.

"YN... This is very important for all of us, we let him go to the other side of the world when he was just a young boy. This was his dream" You saw the tears on the woman's eyes and your first reaction was to hug her. Danny saw that. He saw your mum holding you close and whispering in your ear. He felt everything dissappear. Only his dad hugging him pulled him out of the trance.

"I'm so proud of you, son"

He hugged his dad so close. He had to thank you for the proud look on Joe's eyes.

"Thank you, dad."

Then he turned to you and Grace. Grace ran and hugged him while you walked close. You wanted to give him space. You couldn't eat what Grace was telling his son, but you saw the tear falling down Danny's cheek. Then he opened his eyes and looked at you. His mum let him go and Daniel was fast hugging you.

"Thank you, YN. I-I don't know how to properly thank you for this. Nothing seems enough. Thank you for believing in me."

Although they could hear his words, all the photographers had their focus on you. The hug between principal and driver. Not like others.

"I always did. I always knew it would be you" You said on his ear.

His arms only tightened around you. And so did you, gripping his swaety suit as if your life depended on it. You didn't want to let go, but you eventually had to. He had to get a trophy.

It might sound weird, but when you climbed in there with him, drank from his shoe and laughed with him and the others, Lewis al Valtteri, Daniel felt the happiest. He felt complete. He felt so in love with you.

Then at the party, you appeared with a nice dress and beautiful shoes. You seemed so happy, everyone congratulated you. You were a good team principal, people were starting to see it.

His father was next to him, a beer in hand and looking at his son.

"Daniel"

Daniel looked at him. He was serious and made him worry for a second.

"Are you sure?"

Daniel swallowed.

"About her?"

Joe nodded.

"She is your boss, son"

"I know"

"Then?"

"I'm sure"

Joe smiled. He had seen how the woman and his son behave around each other. Grace had noticed too. They had talked about it in the hotel room. It was so obvious. The mutual respect was obvious. The way their son's eyes light up was obvious. The fond smile she got when looking at him was obvious.

"Go for it then"

Daniel nodded and hugged his dad. He still felt like a kid sometimes.

You saw movent from the side of your eyes and turned your face. You felt your breath hitch in your throat for a second. Daniel's shirt was half open, you could see his chest, his chains... He was confitent, happy and loving the attention. But his was only in you. When he reached you and the group of people you were talking to, his hand respectful3found a place on your back.

"Do you mind if I steal my boss for a couple of minutes?"

They didn't deny him. How could they?

Without nothing more than a soft smile, Daniel guided you to somewhere more private.

"Is everything fine?" You asked. Although you were trying to keep yous trong shell, your knees felt weak. He was still touching you.

"Yeah."

Daniel didn't even know where to start.

"Please don't tell me you are leaving at the end of the season" You half joked half not.

"I'm planing on retiring in here, if you let me"

You smiled.

"You don't even have to ask."

You were standing close, so close, both leaning on the railing but facing eachother. The city was loud and bright under your feet.

Somehow, you ended tracing the visible tattoos of his arm. He wanted to talk to you but didn't say anything, you thought about giving him time.

"There is something I wanted to ask. About my contract and all"

You looked up at him and let him speak.

"Blake and I read it a couple of times. We actually checked it. I did a final check by myself. But... It says nothing about..."

"About what, Daniel?"

"About falling in love with the boss and all of that. There is nothing about kisses and affection. And all of that. So... I have some doubts. Is it allowed? Or will human resources come to get my ass?"

You swallowed hard. Was he joking? He wouldn't joke with something like this, right? He respected you, you had a good and tight relationship.

"Danny, I..." You hands fell on his chest.

When he saw you so serious he thought it was over. He had fucked up.

"Okay, it's fine. I'm sorry. We can just forget about it. Like nothing happened and..."

Seeing him like that confirmed to you that he wasn't joking. So you cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to your lips. You hadn't kissed anyone in a while, and the hunger you felt for it, for Danny, was showed on the kiss. He instantly moaned in your mouth, gripping your hips and pulled you close.

The electricity was instant. The connection was already there. You never felt better kissing anyone. His lips were soft and tasted like expensive cocktails. Somehow, you could still smell the champagne on him.

His hand fitted perfectly on your waist and you wish you could feel them under your dress. But he pulled back.

"What does this mean?"

"I definitely think it's aloud. If not... I can have a word with the boss and ask please for a change of rules"

He laughed and kissed you again, cupping your face this time. He was a great kisser. You should have know.

"Let's go somewhere else" He whispered in your lips.

"Don't you want to enjoy your party? They are celebrating you" You said fixing the neck of his shirt.

"I prefer to celebrate with the woman who made all of this possible."

You kissed him once again.

"Let's go then"

Later, he gently pushed you against the door of your suite. His fingers traveled up your leg at the same time his lips kissed down your neck. You had lost all control. You were just there for him, waiting to please and be pleased.

His fingers reached your expensive lingerie and you shivered. You didn't thought about him while choosing it. You hadn't even imagined ending like this. It was obvious there was something there. There was tension, there were looks, there were little touches and sweet words. But him asking if he could fall in love with you? Not even in your best dreams.

"What are you thinking of?" He whispered while kissing your shoulder.

You gently pushed him and took him to the bed. He simply let himself fall and opened his legs. You lift your feet and rested on his knee. He got the hint. With care, he started to unwrap your shoe laces from your ankle.

"I never thought this could happen" You said while running your finger down his nose. He was beautiful.

"And why is that, boss?"

"When you have power and casually are a woman too, men don't want you. How is a man going to date a woman who is over him?"

Daniel kissed your knee and made you change your foot so he could take the other shoe of.

"That's what made me fall in love with you."

You let a shaky breath out and planted both feet on the floor. He then reach to the side of your dress, where he had felt the zipper before.

"I love how you stand there and talk to everybody. How you lead the team. How you came here and said, I will win races. And put me in that car and took me to the podium"

Daniel pulled the dress and it felt to your feet. You were only on your panties then. He took a look of your body, ran his hands over the shape of it, kissed your chest and abdomen. He worshiped you with slow movements and care.

"You brought me back, YN. And I love you so much for it"

You let a shaky breath.

"Do you only love me because I put you on a good car?"

He pulled you by your waist and made you fall on the bed. He climbed then over you and captured your lips on a deep and passionate kiss.

"I love you because you believed in me. You opened your arms for me. You made me get the confidence back. You haven't just been a boss. You have been my friend. I love you because you are a beautiful woman inside out."

You closed your eyes and kissed him again. Soon you had taken him out of his clothes and he had taken the last part of your. You were there tangled in a mess of bodies and kissing slowly and deeply.

"I love you too, Daniel" You said looking at him in the eyes.

He slid in you slowly and you both left pleasure sighs out. Finally. Months of sexual tension, of longing touches and long nights dreaming alone were finally over. You finally had him.

Daniel trusted slowly in you while you shared kisses. It was probably the most intimate sex you've ever had. Then you broth grew desperate and he turned you around. You your chest down on the mattress and a pillow under your hips, Daniel fucked you harder and deeper.

"You feel so good. I knew you would... Fuck, I love you so much" He talked to the skin of your shoulder.

You reached back to him, pulling his face closer. He kissed your cheek and and groaned your name again. You felt in heaven, not even able to form a word and just laying there feeling him.

He wasn't particularly heavy, but his warmth over you felt so welcoming. His strong arms were surrounding you, one around your shoulders and the other next to your face. You had reached for one of his hands.

Then he pushed one of your legs higher with his knee and it was over for you. The angle made you come undone in seconds, panting and shivering, with tears in your eyes and goosebumps on your skin. He came soon after, moaning your name and resting his weight on you. You had your eyes closed and were almost falling asleep. It was overwhelming the amount of things you were feeling.

"I love you" You whispered scared of braking the atmosphere between you.

"I love you" He repeated.

After that, you showered together, which meant another mind blowing round under the water. And then you went to bad and just laid there together. Just you and him. YN and Danny, not boss and driver. Two people in love sharing a quiet moment.

He was distracted with your skin, following every single mark he found with his finger or cresting imaginary shapes where the skin was clear.

"Where will you get it?"

"Get what?" You ran you hand over his curls.

"The tattoo, Zak and Cyril got one."

You smiled.

"It's a surprise." You hadn't even thought about it, but now you definetly would get it.

Maybe this wasn't meant to last or maybe it was. You didn't know what the future had for you. You didn't know if he was the person you will share your life with. But you knew you wouldn't ever be able to forget about him. He had a special place on your heart.

................

One week after the win, everyone was working on the factory for the next race. Daniel was on the sim.

"Jeff. Tell Daniel to come to my office when he is done."

Nobody but Helen as Sarah knew about the two of you. They didn't know that Daniel had spent the whole week in your mansion or that he had started to hide on your office with you for lunch.

They didn't know you had a surprise for him.

When Daniel came to your office, he said hi and gave you a soft kiss on the lips.

"They said you wanted me here, boss"

"I have something for you" You whispered. He had sit on the chair and you walked between his legs.

Slowly, you opened your shirt, always closed and perfect around your neck. He panted but a smirk appeared on his face.

"Office sex? Has always been a kink of mine"

You laughed but told him no with your head. When you reached the fifth button, you opened the shirt. He looked down at your chest.

'YN..."

"You can't make this one public, though." Between your breast, there was a number 3. It was small, varely a centimeter. But you'd need to be careful with it.

Daniel gently circled it, not wanting to touch the new lines on your skin but needing to at least feel something.

"Baby..."

"Do you like it?"

"I adore you, YN."

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly.

"Let's have that office sex, pretty please" He pouted.

You chuckled.

"Fine..."

'Yes!"

I worked my ass off to get this done and boy, I love it. It's was kind of sad, though. Crying some good tears because it's all fiction.

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #teamprincipal!reader #Fic #Fluff #Smut

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