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thewriterg · 5 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.1

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; new recruits, questions, and a bag of tricks

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; my toxic trait is starting a new series before finishing my other ones 😊 | chasin chaos masterlist

“Sergeant Mactavish, Werewolf.” The brunette held his hand out clawed fingers reaching about for the lieutenant who barely spared it a glance before looking back towards his sergeant and captain who smirked or started back at him smugly your presence lacking completely which was uncommon even if you weren’t meeting the eye he could feel your presence today it was gone but he temporarily stopped himself from dawning on it while words spewed from his lips

“Where’d you find this guy?” The gruff voice drizzled over the sassy reply made Gaz bight back a chuckle

“At the end of a rainbow” The harpy replied smartly his arms crossed over his chest feathers lying delicately over the surface of his forearms slightly lighter than the ones on his back where his wings sat it’s trail coming curtly to an end when it reached his the front of his wrist that damned fitted cap resting around his head in its common home ground talons tapping one of the many quills the sound almost sounding if he were thunking a table having his feathers harden on command just for the sake of it a quirk you could say

“Worth his weight in gold mind you” Price offered eyes not looking up from some type of notes he were reading over thick pear and moss mixed green colored horns sitting adorned on his well kept hair curling slightly forward and up Ghost could tell he was wearing an older shirt since there were two holes cut out instead of one for his stray wing that still sat strong spar bones matching the color of his horns and furless tail while the mainsail resembled a more dirty rag cream color

“They said it not me” Soap grinned mock waving off the compliment quirking the damned thick bushy brow of his the only one with a slit slicing right through the point of the arch while the hulking man sighed heavily dragging a hand over his covered face balaclava with a simple print of his actual hard mask a skull

“Fuckin’ hell… you follow orders?” The muffled voice was not a mere obstacle for the hybrid to hear the slight pointed ears on the side of his face doing their job well to listen

“I well trained if that’s what you’re asking. Sit, stay, paw, jump, roll over, I know ‘em all.” The brunette looked off mocking a ponderous expression counting off on his fingers the canines in his mouth slightly showing even though they were retracted

“Real bag of tricks, aren’t you?” The instinct in the sergeant perked up as you suddenly trailed beside ghost surprised that he hadn’t been able to pick up your presence or at least your scent quicker like he had with Ghost especially since they were so… different not having a face to match with your cooled voice since it seemed you also favored a balaclava yours simply plain black yet he didn’t mind just gave him two sheets to play at once…

Raking eyes over your figure the man determined you were a looker for sure yet he didn’t miss how the other silently agreed

“My apologies miss, I dinae get your name” Soap stated a now gentle smile resting on his face that you seemingly ignored accent seeping through a little more and as more time went on the more he could smell the authority coming from you and Ghost it was a little less than Price yet more than Gaz and the other recruits around base

“Depends who you ask. What’s the role you’ve had in your pack?” You questioned eyes low that he could see through the gap in your mask where your sight shone through staring him down almost as if you could see right through his soul yet he kept his quirky grin Mohawk stopping just below the base of his neck a small piece of stray hair lying against his forehead thick fluffy tail perking up slightly swaying against the back of his thighs cargo pants dipping in the back just below his tail

“I’ve been in a few packs could be an alpha, beta, omega if you wanted me to… but I seen you have your roles sorted. I’ve got no problem bein’ ah pup miss” You roll your eyes at that while the brunette winks you swiftly trail away dragging Ghost away with you picking up Price on the way while both men let you drag them along their hulking figure’s towering over your back boots slightly thumping against the floor before your figures disappear within the halls he turns to the crow who’s fiddling with the screen of his phone

“You ever feel left out of somethin’?” Soap questions and Gaz suddenly stands a small smirk on his face as he rakes his eyes over the wolf before shaking his head

“There’s enough for everyone to get their fill, you’ll be next soon enough” Without an explanation the sergeant was already trailing away opposite of where you had gone leaving him alone

But never for too long

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“It’s rude to stare sergeant” Ghost grunted gruffly after jamming his janky locker shut barely giving Soap enough time to look at his shadows slipping from under his glove some looking like it was traveling farther up almost resembling veins while the rest began to make a small cloud on his wrist until he shoved his sleeve over the sight unapologetic about the whole thing barely looking over his shoulder to acknowledge the wolf as he stood behind him

“Just tryin’ ta figure you out, Lt.” He grins tail becoming livelier as it perks up behind his back before it reluctantly lowers still up and lively

“I’m well traveled, seen a lot of things, met a lot of people. Never smelt anythin’ like you… or Flatline for that matter” A slightly clawed finger rests curled on his chin tail gently flapping up and down it had been a little over a week since he was recruited it didn’t take long for him to find out your name or call sign that might have well been your name since no one seemed to know it just by the brief description of eerie, bold eyes, and a mask to cover you face, he got the answer of either Ghost or Flatline

“Hell of a compliment soldier” The blonde resorts almost sarcastically finally looking over his broad shoulder to lock eyes with the brunette and he waves him off finally stepping closer to the skull mask wearing man deciding by his side was the best place to stand and if he noted the smoke trying to spill from his pockets where he had his hands shoved deeply he didn’t say anything about it

“Och, you know I dinnae mean it that way. Can’t blame me for bein’ interested, I never packed with a wraith hybrid before… or a phoenix thought they were bedtime stor-”

“Not hybrids” Ghost cuts off the scott before he can dig any deeper and he furrowed his eyebrows questioning if he had heard right if his ears were failing him or not with a small ‘what’ spilled from his lips

“We’re not hybrids.”

“No shit? What the hell is tha’ like?” Swiftly Simon was in front of him eyes bold yet precise slicing right through him while Johnny’s gaze slightly widened at the quick movement his boots not even so much a squeaking against the ground a bit of the air currents flowing against Soaps slight shorter form

“You ever shut up Mactavish?” He somewhat seethed and the wolf was back to sly grin in less than minute, the grin that showed his canines in the full well kept facial hair adorning his structure even more, the grin the wraith wanted to wipe of his fucking face to be exact.

“Only when people make me.” Soap implied looking up slightly to address his superior with a voice that would make other feverish or peely in his terms that damned drunken grin still on his lips while Ghost practically stared him down eyes slightly squinted thoughts brewing behind those sharp, precise eyes of his that the Scott couldn’t wait to hear of tail swaying behind him with a bit more speed than before but of course his Lt. was a tease and put all his weight on one foot to turn walking out of the locker room without so much a grunt but he liked the chase

And so did superiors

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“It’s an in and out mission that I’m sure you could do on your own, however I don’t need higher ups on my ass about favoritism. You’ll grab a few normals and head Midwest in the states to Chicago. One out of three missiles resigns with one of the biggest weapons busts in America that’s supposedly on its way over to Russia package delivery for a friend of ours… Makarov.” The air in the room shifted at the name drop of a once friend fallen foe even though You and Prices shoulders were up at the mere mention of Russia itsself you had a love hate relationship with meeting room as you got passed a file over things you truly didn’t need to go over things that a rookie could even fill in the blanks for

“This will either be the easiest sail of your life or your standing on the line of death, you all know your first priority even though I know you don’t want to hear it. Push come to shove the normals go first.” The older short cut haired woman looked at You, Price, and Ghost especially Soap noticed it confused him at first the wraith and phoenix at least, two lieutenants in such a small base or at least a small base that wasn’t Air Force but it made sense to him shortly after when he peeked in on occasional training sessions thought out a week You and Ghost switched groups between normals and weaker hybrids both favoring one group more than the other deep down and then at the end of the week bring them together to spar

“Wheels up at 04:00 tomorrow I’m sure you’ll have your picks by then.” Laswell sighed looking around the table for any objections your sitting between Soap and Gaz while Price and Ghost are sitting on the opposite side of the rounded table one of your legs are crossed under your form while the other is propped up you have your arms wrapped around it and your covered chin is lying on your knee and without another word she grabbed her laptop and exited room something about a ball and chain to her desk

The wolf and harpy are first to get up from their seats and the winged hybrid doesn’t go before gently brushing his fingers against your arm migrating towards the exit even though he’s stopped shortly by a shit eating grin and swaying tail conversation quickly taking place between the two

“So, what do you think?” Price hums both him and Simon approaching your seat as you began to stand rolling your shoulders eyes low beneath your mask it was still early in the day only 13:27 you had a training group normals at 14:15 sharp anyone who was a minute late got to run laps around base even if they weren’t hybrids or the ‘superior’ race in the field you couldn’t determine if you were fighting a hybrid or a normal and if you babied them because they were weaker than a super they wouldn’t have a fighting chance against one.

“He asks a lot of questions” Ghost responds curtly while the older man takes no offense to it producing a chuckle from the back of his throat taking out a cigar from his breast pocket in his vest holding out the thick brown lump filled with nicotine out to the blonde who responded by taking out a silver lighter snapping the cover back quickly as it produced a flame its front covered by an ace card with its main attraction being a skull the drug lights aflame a small hissing sound coming from it when the salt and pepper haired hybrid took a drag

“Comes with the package. Wolves don’t like uncertainty in the pack dynamic.”

“He knew you and Gaz before he transferred, didn’t he?” You spoke up squinting your eyes at your captain eyelashes mere meters away from kissing your cheek standing the only way he could get a read on you and Simon he usually says ‘those eyes can tell you everything and nothing all at once, just gotta watch em.’

“Yes, but you’re both hell of a new variable” Price admits before smugly nudging your shoulders with his strong single wing while Ghost crossed his arms over his chest you roll your eyes stepping away from the pair

“Save your verdicts until you see him in action, he’s a vision in the field.”

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Hey… how yall doing 😅

I haven’t posted since October I missed you writers!

Ermm I’m a year older —Nov 8th— happy belated birthday to me

And that’s about it 😭

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decembermidnight · 3 months

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Bad Attitude

Summary: While on patrol duty, you chase a suspect starship but end up crashing on a freezing planet. Its pilot, a Mandalorian, rescues you, but he doesn't like your attitude towards him and makes sure you understand who is in charge.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, teasing, dom!din, brat!reader, brat tamer!din, Din is really an asshole here lol, improper use of the darksaber, lots of dirty talk, oral (m receiving), breath play, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, degradation kink, praise kink, creampie

A/N: Loosely based on The Passenger episode and super canon divergent. I just had fun having nasty thoughts! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!! Hope you enjoy it!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

You… You really did have to follow that ship on this forsaken planet, didn't you?

You couldn't just listen to your partner Carson for once when he warned you to let it go.

Chasing that Razor Crest despite the bad weather on Maldo Kreis was not the smartest idea. Not smart at all, in fact.

You were only supposed to ask the pilot why his ship was in the proximity of that prison, Bothan-5, when that officer was killed, but he ran away as soon as he heard that name. You immediately started recklessly chasing that old piece of junk in the hostile atmosphere of this awful, unwelcoming planet, and next thing you know your Starfighter crashed, compromising the integrity of the hatch, you’re cut off from your partner and you’ll likely freeze to death before he can come rescue you. Could it get any worse?

It turns out it can.

Just when you switch the radio off, resigned to accept the unavoidable fate, your eyes seem to catch something dark in the snowstorm. At first you assume it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but when you take a better look, you see it - there’s a dark figure approaching your ship. It must be him - the Razor Crest pilot. As he gets closer, you notice he’s wearing armour, a Mandalorian armour, and you’ve heard the stories about those deadly warriors. You probably made him angry with your insistent pursuit and now he might be killing you so as not to leave witnesses.

You are so fucked. This is the worst day of your life, and also the last.

He lifts the damaged hatch of your ship and looks at you, exposing you to the freezing air of the blizzard. You stare back at him - his broad figure completely towers over yours, but you try not to look intimidated by him.

"Razor Crest, is that you?" you say in a secure tone, wanting to appear tough.

"Yeah." the modulated voice answers as you feel his dark visor lingering on your figure.

"Came here to finish the job?" you try to sneakily grab your blaster in a desperate attempt to defend your life, determined not to die without fighting, or at least, not without trying.

"Not if you don't try anything stupid like that. Put it down." says in an authoritative tone, his right hand instinctively goes on the holster of his blaster. You quickly realise this is not the moment for heroism if you want to survive.

"Don't give me orders. I'm a New Republic officer." you reply firmly.

He scoffs and shakes his head in disdain.

"Dear officer, take a good look around. This frozen tomb doesn't look like New Republic territory to me." he goads you "Now quit it and let's go to my ship."

"Who says I want to come with you?"

"Come on, I’m freezing my ass off, for fuck’s sake." he loses no time in ripping your seatbelt and life support system off your body before grabbing you and carrying you over on his shoulder.

"Put me down! You're so rude!" you protest and try to kick him, but he blocks your legs in the tight grasp of his free arm, immobilising you.

"So far I've been more kind than you deserve. If you keep acting like that, I'll show you how rude I can be." his grip is firm and strong as he gives a warning squeeze to your thigh.

You do not want to admit it, but you feel a thrill of excitement at that - he doesn’t care about the fact that you're a law enforcer, he’s treating you like the scum he’s used to. He probably wants to trade your life for his freedom with Carson later - you’re his hostage now.

When you reach his ship, he finally puts you down. You take off your helmet and look at the Mandalorian that so unceremoniously saved you from certain death earlier.

You realise how much taller than you he is, his armour making him even broader than what he already is. Your eyes can't help lingering on his body in wonder at how strong he must be, how the shiny beskar perfectly completes his thick masculine figure, only adding to his already imposing stance, perfectly concealing his body, making him massive and statuesque. His suit is tight around the arms, you can see the outline of his thick, strong biceps. If only he wasn’t a criminal, if only you weren’t a New Republic officer, if only he wasn’t a complete cunt…

"You done?" a low, baritonal voice interrupts your dirty thoughts.

"Excuse me?" you raise a brow.

"I asked if you're done checking me out."

“What?! I wasn’t-” you lie and you both know it. You do not feel so cold anymore, your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

“Yeah. Sure.” the asshole teases as he rests against the wall of his ship, looking at you with crossed arms.

“You hurt?” he then asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

"Good. Let's go up to the cockpit, then. It's warmer up there."

He climbs up the ladder and when the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, and follow him.

When you get in the small room, you find him sitting in the pilot chair facing the windshield with crossed arms and legs spread wide. You settle on his side, standing with crossed arms and gaze fixed on his body. He’s as still and silent as a statue, unreadable under that helmet - is he really relaxed as he wants you to think, or is he carefully studying you?

"Don't look at me that way." says without moving a muscle.

"How?"

"Same way you've been looking at me since we got on the ship."

"What are you implying?"

"Don't act like you don't know." he turns towards you and stands up, making you imperceptibly startle. He looks imposing and menacing, his helmet slightly tilted observing you.

"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" he scoffs and shakes his head.

"You assaulted that prison and killed that poor man. He was a New Republic officer, just like me. Why should I trust you?”

“Because I didn’t do it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“What will you do when you find out I was right all along?” the way he doesn’t lose his cool is fascinating, to a degree.

"You’re not. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t have run away and we wouldn't be here now."

He tilts his helmet to the side once again as he looks at you. His gaze and his confidence make you feel hot and uncomfortable at the same time - you wouldn’t want to give out the undeniable way his stoic charm is affecting you, but you hate the way he's been treating you.

"Yeah, we wouldn't be here." he lets out in an allusive tone as he walks one single step forward while you take one back, ending up against the wall. He's so damn tall and broad and… and you're getting so wet.

You look into his dark visor, feeling his gaze lingering on your body. You can feel the tension, the atmosphere in the cockpit becoming unbearable. It's getting hard to breathe, heat radiating from both of your bodies as you never stop looking at each other. While his sight is unreadable, yours is unmistakably libidinous, your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy throbbing with need, but you're both too proud to surrender first.

"I guess not. You coward." you let out in a far too flirtatious way as you look at him with shameless lust.

"What did you just call me?!" he rasps, sounding so provocative.

"Coward. That's what you are. Running away from me when I was chasing you and taking me hostage when I was so vulnerable.”

“Shut up.”

“So big and tough in your shiny armour, but you run away as soon as you see a New Republic patrol. I should have just shot you when I had the chance. At least I wouldn’t be sharing this ship with a coward.”

“I said shut up.”

“What now, Mandalorian? What do you plan to do now that you've kidnapped me? Are you gonna prove me wrong?" you’re wondering if you got too far when he gets dangerously close to you, his menacing figure towering over yours as he grips a handful of your hair, forcing your gaze into his dark visor.

"Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to make you shut up?"

A flame of lust instantly traverses your body. You feel your blood boiling, making you feel hot and flustered, reason and common sense leaving you at the mercy of a primal, carnal instinct.

"I bet you don't have the balls to do it." you goad him with a smirk on your face.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that, yet you did, and what's worse is that you don't regret it.

You look at him with shameless desire clouding your eyes, internally cursing at the helmet that can't and won't let you see his reaction to your provocation, waiting for his next move.

You keep your lustful gaze locked on his visor as his hand swiftly unfastens his belt and the zip of his pants. His grip on your hair tightens even more as he pushes you on your knees, immediately sticking his hard, thick cock in your mouth and fuck, the sound he makes. It's worth crashing on a desolated planet and being scolded afterwards. It's guttural and desperate, astonished at how good your poisonous mouth feels when you take him in and your tongue gently swirls around his tip, instead of spitting mean words at him. You keep eye contact as you let the shaft slide in your mouth and coat it generously in your saliva, his head tilted back as he lets out breathy sighs of pleasure.

"You. You need to learn how to fucking behave. Shut up when I tell you to. You have to stop taunting me. Fuck. Is this what you wanted?"

He takes your head away from his cock to let you answer.

“You’re not as much of a coward as I thought you were.” you tease.

“You are still talking?!” exclaims as he pushes your head towards his cock once again, staying still as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, violently forcing all of his length down your throat. When he rips you away from it, you gasp for breath.

"You look so good like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, finally shutting the fuck up like a good girl." he growls, pleased.

Just as you want more of it, your mouth going towards it once again, his grip on your hair turns to steel and stops you there. You look up to him from your kneeled position and see him shaking his head.

“Why? Are you close already?” you taunt him as he tucks his cock back in his pants.

"Oh, it will take you way more than that to make me come, officer." says as he makes you stand up.

“Bet you want me to prove you wrong so badly. Bet you want to come in my m-” you stop mid sentence as he starts to unzip your flight suit while he pushes you towards the control panel of his ship, making you sit on it and trapping you there with his beskar body, your legs instinctively spread open for him to fit between them.

“Yeah? Go on. What were you saying?” he goads you as his hand slips inside of the thin pants you're wearing under the suit, teasing your clit from outside your underwear.

“I-I was s-saying that - that-” you gasp when his hand finds its way into your panties and reaches your slit.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" exclaims in taunting wonder. His beskar helmet is only a few centimetres distant from your face "Acting all cocky and arrogant before, but damn, feel how wet you are. Bet no one ever made you this wet, officer. Stars, you're dripping for me. All of this just from sucking my cock?" says in a husky voice as two of his thick, gloved fingers slide inside of you.

You grit your teeth in a desperate attempt to hide the way this is making you feel, not wanting to give him satisfaction, but your body is slowly surrendering to him and betraying you, your cunt involuntarily clamping around his fingers, revealing how his words are, in fact, effective on you.

"Oh, I bet you feel so good and you sound so sweet when you moan for me. Feel how hot and tight you are." he keeps teasing you.

Resisting him is getting near impossible. By now he knows how badly you want it.

"Listen to what we’re gonna do now. You're gonna come on my fingers like a good girl and then I'll fuck you until your partner comes to rescue you."

You can't help it anymore and let out a moan at how sensual his voice sounds as he says those things to you, at the thought of getting fucked by him, all while his fingers keep sliding inside and outside of you, making your cunt spasm around them.

"Oh, I knew it. Damn, such a sweet girl." he rasps as he takes his fingers out.

"What the fuck?!" you snap at him when he does, making him chuckle at your reaction.

"Hey, calm down officer." he teases your lips with his gloved fingers soaked in your arousal.

You instinctively suck the leather and taste yourself on his fingers, licking them sensually as you look at him in the visor. He hums in pleasure seeing that and goes on playing with your mouth, entranced by the way your tongue swirls around them, until he takes them out and presses his middle finger on your bottom lip.

"Bite." he simply orders and you obey, taking the hem of his glove between your teeth to let his hand slip out of the glove. It's huge compared to yours, callous and veiny and masculine. You hum as it starts trailing down your body and feel the warm trail it leaves on the delicate skin of your neck as he caresses it, your own hands holding tight to the commands of the ship, propping you up to offer yourself to his touch. You can feel his eyes looking at your body from behind the dark visor as his hand slips in your flight suit once again, groping your breast from outside your shirt, his thumb playing with one of your hardened nipples, your back arched and chest puffed out to make it look fuller. You moan loudly when he slides his fingers in your panties and back inside of you.

"Stars - so fucking wet. I bet your cunt is so beautiful. Spread your legs for me. You're making me so fucking hard." he keeps up the pace and also starts to rub your clit with his thumb, making the pleasure you’re feeling unable to hide and you surrender to him, panting heavily as your eyes cross and roll in delight.

"Really? Eyes rolling, officer?" he taunts you.

"F-fuck y-you-" you rasp with half closed eyes, your sentence gets interrupted as he hooks his fingers, touching something devastating inside of you, making him scoff when he sees the way you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back, your mouth wide open to let out obscene moans.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" he provokes you.

"Don't you fucking dare." you manage to let out in a barely audible sigh.

He immediately grabs your neck, not liking the way you undermine his authority.

"Careful now, officer." he growls.

You moan back in response at how much you like this - being put back into place, the Mandlaorian reminding you who is in control. You hold tight to his sides, digging your nails in his flight suit as he just pushes you further against the control panel with his body.

You’re a panting mess and you feel so close, so damn close to your orgasm. You beg he won’t stop as you wrap your legs around him. He feels by the irregular, ragged way you're breathing and the way your muscles go rigid around him that you're close.

"What? Coming already?” he chuckles “I will let you just because I want to fuck you so badly. Now come, my dear officer. Come for me."

You pant straight into his helmet when you hear him calling you like that, fogging it where his mouth would be. His hand pushes you over the edge and you moan loudly as he makes you come around his fingers, your hands holding tight to his neck, bringing him down towards you. Your back arches, chest rubbing against his armour and you roll your head back until it hits the transparisteel of the windshield behind you. Your nails scratch him hard and your legs’ grip becomes even tighter, his upper body now trapped in your grasp.

He grabs your chin with his other hand and forces you to look at him in the visor.

"Yes - yes, yes. Like this. Good girl." he growls between his teeth, looking at you as you struggle to keep your gaze on him, your eyes wanting to roll up in pleasure.

He lets you ride your high, never stopping those astounding moves of his hand, making you feel so satisfied, but so guilty and humiliated at the same time.

As the orgasm gradually fades out, your grip on his body loosens.

He takes out his hand right in front of your eyes and, Maker, it's soaking wet, glistening in your arousal. You’re both embarrassed and aroused when you see how wet and yielding you got for him as soon as he started touching you.

"Damn, officer. How am I going to-"

You don't even let him finish, you've taken his hand in yours and start sucking his fingers. He lets out a satisfied hum when you do that. You clean them thoroughly, sensually massaging his digits with your tongue, humming as you hear him cursing between his teeth in a foreign language.

Once he’s satisfied, he takes them out of your avid mouth.

"Now strip for me, officer. I bet you look so hot under that uniform."

"Forget it." you tease him.

"Too bad you didn't obey me when I asked so nicely."

In an instant his hands start ripping the flight suit off your body as you're kicking out of your boots at the same time. It's rushed, brutal and wild, the both of you completely taken over by lust. His hands linger on your sides, giving you goosebumps and making you sigh when he lifts the thermal shirt off your body and you hold on tight to the panel when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants and pulls everything down and away from your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“You look… Good without your uniform on, officer.” he is pleased looking at your naked body. “Wonder if I could say the same about you, Mandalorian.” “You’ll have to use your imagination."

“Are you even a real Mandalorian? Maybe you stole this armour, or maybe you bought it off some Jawas.” you mock him.

"Come here and I’ll show you." he simply says as he sits back on his chair, legs spread wide and a visible bulge in his pants.

Just as you get close to him, he takes out one of his weapons, a strange sword without a blade, and begins to trace your nipple with the hilt. You start to breathe heavily and you can feel your nipple getting harder by the second, your eyes carefully following his movements as he descends ever so slowly, teasing you, trailing your stomach and then your lower belly, stopping right in front of your cunt, driving you crazy, your legs spreading for him, begging for some friction. He softly brushes your lips, carefully avoiding your clit to tease you further, until he finally touches it. The sudden contact of the hilt with your sensitive clit makes you shudder and let out a whimper.

"Don't. Move." he orders as he continues to touch you with that weapon, rubbing it against your clit, producing obscene, wet sounds at the contact. You try to stay as still as you can as he plays with that dangerous weapon so close to your most delicate spot. You beg he'd go faster, you wish you could ride it and come all over it, as pathetic as it sounds, but no, he doesn't want that. He wants to take his time to tease you, getting you nice and wet as he plays with you like you're his toy.

He stands up, towering over you.

"Stick your tongue out."

You immediately do and he starts to trace your mouth with the hilt.

"This is the Darksaber. Whoever wields it can rule all of Mandalore, and you're licking it after I've used it to give you pleasure. Feel how wet you’ve made it. How does that make you feel?"

“Like you should sit down on that chair and take out that cock. Touch yourself while I lick your Darksaber clean, Mandalorian.”

He grunts as you push him back on his chair. He immediately unzips his pants to take his throbbing cock out as you keep licking his weapon clean, pleased at the sight of his erection in his hand.

"Touch yourself for me, Mando" you order him as you trace your tongue on the hilt.

"Enough of that." he grabs you by the hair and pushes you on your knees, forcing you to suck his cock. In a swift movement he grabs the Darksaber with his two hands, using it as leverage to keep your head down, forcing his entire cock into your throat, making you startle at the sudden lack of air.

"You don't get to give me orders." he growls before freeing you from his grasp to let you breathe. You gasp for air and look at him, panting.

Maker, he's so dangerous. He could kill you in one second if he wanted to, and you've never, never been wetter than this, playing this dangerous, twisted game with a deadly warrior.

He gives you a few seconds to breathe and then he's back at it, using his weapon to make you choke on his cock.

"Do you understand? I can do whatever I want to you." he releases you once again. There are tears in the corner of your eyes but that doesn't stop him from doing that one more time.

"You're so fucking pretty, but you also need someone to tame you. You've found the right man. Is that what you were looking for, officer? Someone to tame that bad temper?" he says and releases you one more time. You gasp for air as one tear sheds down your cheek.

"Come here. I'll fuck that bad attitude out of you." he orders as he puts the Darksaber away.

This. This is what you've always been craving, what you always wanted.

You slowly rise from the cold floor, your hands on his thighs as you can't stop looking at each other with longing desire. You straddle him, shaking in anticipation as you sink on his body guided by his hands on your hips, letting his cock slowly slide inside of you. The both of you moan as his cock splits you open for him, making him feel how hot and welcoming you are. You both let out a long, satisfied sigh, his voice is dark and sensual and you spasm around his throbbing cock, heavily aroused to finally have him inside of you.

“Mando, let me see if you're only good with words now."

“Din. I want to hear you screaming my name when I’ll make you come on my cock, officer.”

“You’re pretty confident in your abilities, Mandalorian.”

“Your mouth might say otherwise, but your body agrees with me.” he's so arrogant and full of himself, his confidence is making you wet.

“It does” you concede “you feel good, Din.” you purr in his neck, and he grunts when he hears how sweet your voice can be as you whisper his name while you have his cock buried inside of you. You start riding him slowly, looking at him in the visor as you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, enjoying every single moment of it, letting him almost slip out, only to let him back inside of you. He lets out sighs of satisfaction that drive you insane and only want to make you increase your rhythm but no, not yet, you want to make him pay for the way he's been treating you.

“If I had known my cock would have been enough to tame your bad temper, I’d have fucked you earlier.”

“What about yours, Din? What should I do about you being an asshole to me?” you say as you pull him out of you, making him grunt.

“Fuck. Put it back in.”

“Not so fast. I want you to behave. Beg for it.”

“You know I could just take you anytime I want, right?” “I do. But where would the fun be?”

He hums in pleasure as you take his drenched cock in your hand and start to slowly stroke it right in front of your cunt, moaning in his neck just to get him even more aroused.

“Fuck. You’re good at this.” he whimpers.

You start to slide it between your folds, the both of you moaning in arousal.

“Dank Farrik, d-do you want me to die?” he growls, subjugated by your teasing. “I want you to behave.” you whisper in a heady groan as you keep rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his cock. “F-fuck. I want to be inside of you so badly.”

“Say it.”

He sighs and pauses, taking a good look at the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

“Please.”

“Please what?” you ask, biting your lip in pleasure.

“Please put my cock back inside of you, officer.” there's a hint of annoyance in his voice when he surrenders and sees your satisfied smirk.

“Good.” you whisper gasping against his helmet as you slowly slide his cock deep back inside of you.

That’s the moment when he digs his fingers in your hips and starts jackhammering you, making you scream as he said he would, your hands clawing on his shoulders.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you can taunt me? I’m a Mandalorian. A bounty hunter. Bet you’ve never been fucked so good, officer. I’m gonna give you this cock so hard, you’ll never forget about me. You’ll be touching yourself thinking about me for the rest of your life. Thinking about the Mandalorian Din Djarin who fucked your brains out on Maldo Kreis.”

The way he's fucking hard and rough into you as he says those things in an angry, husky voice is pleasurably devastating and addicting, having you moan frantically as your body is held still by his strong hands.

"Oh, fuck, Din, don't stop. Don't stop!" you let out in a desperate cry.

"Do you want to come on my cock, officer? Let me hear it. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please, please Din, make me come on your cock." you drawl, subjugated by lust.

"Mmm - you sound so hot when you beg for me. Keep going and I won't stop."

"Please! I've never been fucked like this, Din." your heart is racing, your breathing is getting laboured and feel the orgasm approaching “I'm so close, Din, so fucking close. Please, don’t stop."

"Come, officer. Keep riding my cock and come on it. I want to hear you scream my name."

"Oh, Din!" you scream his name as the overwhelming force of the orgasm washes over you, a white blaze of bliss making you lose control, uncontrollably spasming and sensually moaning as he doesn't stop giving it to you, groaning in pleasure when he feels how tight and wet you get around him when you come on his dick.

"That's it. That's my good girl." he grunts as he lets you ride your orgasm.

His rhythm slows down as you come back from your high, his hands still firmly on your hips, guiding you, making you slowly grind your pussy against his cock, the cockpit full of your pants.

"Ready for round two, officer?"

He doesn’t even wait for your response, your mind still fogged by the astonishing orgasm he just gave you.

He gets up from the chair and in a second he turns you around, your body slammed against the control panel and the windshield, your wrists held up high by his hand. Your legs are shaking and you can't really seem to stand on your feet properly.

You couldn't possibly be ready for him slamming his dick inside of you all at once, so hard that air leaves your lungs in an exhale. You'd curse at him, but you can't articulate words as he is fucking you so violently, his strong hand on your hip keeping you still. If you thought he was fucking you hard earlier, it's nothing compared to now - feeling all the power of his body giving it to you wild and raw is pleasurably devastating. You couldn't possibly have imagined that what he gave you earlier was merely foreplay for him, just a little tease before making sure you knew who is really in charge and how hard he can fuck you. He was just letting you have a small taste of what would happen after, wanting you to get ready for him, nice and wet and stretched open for his thick cock to split you in half. He grabs a fistful of your hair and you feel his helmet close to your ear.

"What? You're out of breath already? I'm just getting started, officer." he slides it out almost completely and slams it back in so hard you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Look at you. Loving this dick so much you're rolling your eyes. Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to fucking behave."

You can't do anything besides taking his cock and letting out choked moans.

"Still regret being stuck here with me? Tell me. Do you still think I'm a coward?" he growls in between thrusts.

You can barely drawl a moan in response and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You can't even speak." he mocks you as he pounds into you harder and harder, devastating you, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess.

"Who knows if the snow storm has stopped and your partner is looking for you. What if he sees you getting fucked like this?"

You know it's wrong, but the thought turns you on so much that you clench around him, and he feels it.

"Oh, you'd like it? Officer, what do we have here? A little whore?" you hear his dark chuckle as he grips your throat with his hand, bringing you closer to him - the hot, naked skin of your back against his cold beskar armour as he never stops railing you.

Getting called like that in other circumstances, by any other person in the galaxy, would have caused you to shoot them immediately, but now, oh, did that turn you on.

"You like being called that way, don't you? Whore." he whispers softly in your ear, and it drives you insane despite how much you're trying to hide it. He feels your body getting rigid, the vibrations of your throat choking a moan, the way you bite your lip trying not to let one sound out, and you can bet he's loving every second of it.

His other hand starts to rub your clit and that's when you fucking lose it - your mouth opens wide and lets out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Tell me you're my whore and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

You hesitate - his request is so degrading, but you want it at the same time. He can sense your indecisiveness and stops drawing circles on your clit and starts going around it, carefully avoiding it.

"N-no. Don't stop. It's unfair!" you whimper.

"Say it."

You try to relieve the ache between your legs by bringing a hand there, but he is quick to stop you and block your wrist behind your back, immobilising you as if you were one of his bounties, getting you even more aroused, so much, in fact, that you let out another groan.

"Don't make me handcuff you." he growls sensually and you immediately picture him fighting criminals every day, used to manhandling thugs and being a badass and you get even more aroused at the thought, and decide to give him whatever he wants.

You mumble those words, barely audible, ashamed but at the same time yielding, desperately and pathetically wanting him to give you what you so achingly crave, in a way that only he can provide. A need that you never even realised existed before he brought you into the highest dimension of pleasure.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I am your whore." you whisper, annihilated.

"Good girl. Say it again. Louder this time."

"I am your whore, Din! Please, please make me come like this!" you surrender to him completely, defeated by your very body refusing to let this slip away.

"That's my girl. You asked so nicely, I'm gonna give it to you." you hear the satisfaction in his voice as he immediately starts to rub your clit again, driving you close to the edge in no time, your cunt getting tighter in anticipation.

“Shit, I want to come inside of you. I'm so fucking close, officer. You’re gonna patrol the outer rim, flying your Starfighter while my cum drips down your beautiful cunt. You’re gonna feel that and you will think of me the entire time.” he rasps in your ear as you feel his body pushing you further into the transparisteel and then over the edge, making you come screaming his name once again rolling your eyes over your lids, desperately begging him to come inside of you.

His groans get louder and louder as he comes. You feel his is cock pulsing and twitching, thrusting into you, wanting to go as deep as it can go, filling you with his hot release as you clamp erratically around him.

Both of your bodies are spent as you come back from your high, the sound of your laboured breathing fills the cockpit.

"Hey" he pants "keep it inside now. I don't want to see a single drop going to waste. Are we clear?"

You nod and he slips out of you slowly as you obey his order, keeping his release inside of you as you get dressed, feeling it drip between your legs as he walks you back to your ship.

Carson is already there - he has fixed the minor damages your X-wing had sustained when you crashed in the snow, confident in the fact that you found shelter somewhere and that you’re safe and will be back soon.

What he did not expect is for you to show up with the Mandalorian by your side, though.

"Can I have a few words with you?" he asks with a raised brow.

You nod and walk a few steps away from Din, going behind your ship to have some privacy.

"He saved my life." you regretfully admit before he even has a chance to speak, expecting a scolding.

"Listen. I run the tabs on the Razor Crest. It seems like your new friend has an arrest warrant on him for the abduction of a prisoner." he pauses briefly and lets out a sigh "But he has also captured three wanted culprits and tried to save the Lieutenant's life."

"I'd say we let him go this time. I really don't want to file a report about what happened. I hate doing that."

"Is that so?" he asks sarcastically.

"These are trying times, come on."

Carson raises his brow once again, looking at you and then at the armoured menace standing a few steps away from him.

“Fine.” he shrugs, not wanting to dig deeper with regards to your change of mind towards the Mandalorian, then gets back to his ship.

You jump in your X-wing, but before closing the hatch and taking off, you address Din one more time.

"We're even now, Din Djarin. See you next time, and don't get caught."

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auras-moonstone · 9 months

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could you write something about jack and shy!reader where they’re working on a romcom together and she’s very closed off with him bc she likes him and he’s always going to her trailer to hang out despite her being very quiet

okay so i may have reached a new level of cheesiness with this one shot but i kinda love it??? hope you do too🫶🏻💓

the tower at midnight — jack champion

word count: 2,394

pairing: jack champion x shy!fem!reader

summary: jack and y/n are working on a rom-com together. because of her shyness and crush on him, y/n is really closed off and jack is determined to change that.

WHEN Y/N AUDITIONED FOR THE ROLE OF ANNA IN THE NETFLIX ADAPTATION OF ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS, she would’ve never ever—not even in her wildest dreams—imagined that the boy who played Étienne St. Clair (the love interest) would be Jack Champion, her celebrity crush.

Jack knew he had soft spot for her from the moment they met, at the cast presentation/meeting. Y/N had been standing awkwardly by the door because, just like him, she had arrived earlier than the rest.

“Hi, you must be Y/N” he gave her a wide smile, showing his perfect teeth and cute dimples. Y/N couldn’t believe he was even more perfect in person.

“Hi… yes” she shifted awkwardly. Her nostrils caught the scent of his strong and sweet cologne, and she instantly became addicted.

“I’m Jack! Nice to meet you! I’m really excited to be working with you” Jack’s voice was the complete opposite of hers—loud, excited, confident, steady.

“Thanks, me too” she sent him a soft smile, which was enough to send Jack’s heart beats on a marathon.

“It’s your first acting role, right?” he asked, interested in knowing more about the girl. Y/N nodded shyly. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll do amazing! I know it can seem very intimidating, but you’ll be okay”.

“Thank you” Y/N smiled gratefully. She was completely entranced by him, by his kindness and by his warmth.

“What are you listening to?” he asked, eyeing the earphone that hung from my neck.

“Um, the Mamma Mia soundtrack” she replied, cheeks red as she offered him one of the earphones. He beamed at her, and accepted it. They both sat together in comfortable silence, humming to the ABBA songs as they waited for the rest of the cast.

JACK THOUGHT THAT BY THE PASSING DAYS, Y/N WOULD WARM UP TO HIM AT LEAST A LITTLE. But he had been totally wrong, she even became more reserved than the day they met.

He only heard her voice when they were doing a scene, and it was weird to see the contrast between them when they were playing Anna and Étienne—two friends who were clearly into each other—and the real Y/N and Jack—two people who didn’t interact at all behind cameras. It was like living two lives, and Jack liked what he felt with Y/N when they were doing a scene together. Her eyes held a certain spark when she looked at him, and she blushed so prettily and her soft voice was just so enthralling… she was a great actress and Jack was beginning to think he was really not acting the attraction towards her at all.

Little did he know, Y/N wasn’t acting either. She liked him, a lot, and wished she wasn’t so shy because she really wanted to spend more time with Jack when the cameras weren’t near them. But Y/N knew she would make a fool of herself, and would be extremely obvious about her feelings, and weirding Jack out by her little crush was the last thing Y/N wanted. So, she stayed in her own little bubble while she enjoyed his company during the interactions between Anna and Étienne.

But Jack was not going to let it stay like that. And, one day, after they finished a scene, he followed Y/N to her trailer.

“Hey, do you mind if I stay with you?” Jack asked as she opened the door.

Y/N looked surprised “No… it’s okay” she said in a low tone. Jack smiled and held the door open for her. “Thanks” she muttered, her stomach squirming. He really was perfect.

There wasn’t a conversation at all. And one might think that would’ve been awkward as hell, but it wasn’t. Y/N felt comfortable, and Jack enjoyed her company even when they didn’t talk at all. So they did the same the next day, and the following one, and soon it became their little religion.

Y/N wondered why he kept going—not that she minded, of course. But he could spend his free time with other cast members who actually talked to him, and instead Jack sat in complete silence with her for minutes, not even attempting to make a conversation. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you do this?” her question surprised him, and he paused the game he was playing on his phone.

“What?” Jack asked confused.

“You know, sit with me everyday, when I’m the most boring person to hang out” her voice was little.

Because I like you, he was tempted to say. But he didn’t want her to run away “You’re not boring. Sometimes conversations are overrated, you know? And it feels nice to hang out with you, you make me feel at peace”.

Y/N blushed. No one had ever said that to her ‘make me feel at peace’. Most people left her alone when they got the memo that she didn’t want to talk. Jack didn’t. “I… feel the same about you. I’m comfortable with you, and it’s… funny to watch you furrow your eyes when you are struggling at your game” she admitted, letting out a small laugh.

Jack’s smile appeared almost as a reflect. She had no idea how much he liked her “And I think it’s funny how you squirm whenever a kissing scene comes up in your book”.

Y/N’s body grew hot. “I just like when the characters finally kiss. I get invested a lot”

“Have you read Anna and the french kiss before the adaptation was announced?” Jack asked.

The girl smiled, she loved talking about rom-coms. “Of course. It’s one of my favorite romances. In fact, it enters my top five”.

“Oh, let’s see. Tell me your top” he asked, moving to sit next to her.

“At number five, Kisses and croissants—which like Anna, is set on Paris—, then The Happy Place—it’s really heart wrenching but it’s so good—, The do-over—I love it, it’s very original—, Anna and the french kiss—I absolutely love the whole Paris exploration and the romance and friendship between Anna and St. Clair is impeccable… and then, my absolute favorite is-“

“Wait! Drumrolls” he interrupted her, before making the sound.

Y/N laughed “Better than the movies, of course. Best romance I’ve ever read”.

“Oh, I know that one! I’ve been fan casted as the main character” Jack said.

As if I didn’t know, she said internally. He was the perfect Wes Bennet, and now that she actually knew him, she couldn’t deny it. “I know” she confessed.

“Really? What do you think?”

“The fans clearly make a good point” she said. How was he getting her to talk so much? She never felt like that towards someone. When she was around Jack, she wanted to make conversation.

Jack saw how passionate Y/N was about books, so he hold onto that topic. He loved hearing her voice, and her enthusiasm. “Tell me about this character. I’ve never read the book”.

And so Y/N talked about Wes, about how similar he was to Jack. And said boy was on cloud nine, not only was Y/N talking to him, but he was complimenting him. Well, she complimented Wes, but she mentioned lots of times how he and Jack were literally the same person—so the compliments were towards him too, right? And he loved it.

THEIR DYNAMIC COMPLETELY CHANGED EVER SINCE THAT DAY ON THE TRAILER. Jack noticed Y/N had grown more comfortable and confident around him, though she did have moments of shyness—especially when he threw praises at her. That’s another thing that changed: Jack wouldn’t pass the opportunity to shower her with compliments. The first one had slipped out of his mouth, she just looked so gorgeous on that skirt and top, that he couldn’t shut up. At first, he cursed at himself thinking it was going to make her uncomfortable, but then she blushed and gave him a little smile and Jack knew he had to tell her at least one nice thing every day. He realized that flattering her was his favorite activity, and he was very addicted to her reactions.

Maybe it was all in his imagination, but he had the feeling that Y/N liked him back. The blushing, the glances, her little stiffness whenever he got too close—it could be just her shyness, he knew it, but the hopeful part of him told him it was more than that.

“Y/N/N?” he interrupted her reading. That was a new activity they had—Jack asked Y/N if she could read him ‘Better than the movies’, and she couldn’t say no when he pouted. So she read to him during their breaks at the trailer.

“Yes?” she looked down at her lap, where Jack’s head was resting.

“Are you doing something tonight?” he asked.

Y/N frowned “No, why?”

“I just realize, we are in Paris and we didn’t get to explore much. Just the places we have filmed at, and it sucks because it is such a beautiful city”

“So…?”

“Right. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to explore with me tonight. We leave the set earlier today, so it’s a great opportunity. We can have dinner, and then visit some touristic places” he tried to speak confidently, but he was practically screaming on the inside.

“Yes, that sounds really nice, actually” she nodded, not thinking much of it. Jack cursed at her calmness, guess she didn’t understand he was actually asking her on a date.

“Great. It’s a date” Jack said, paying attention to her reaction. Her jaw fell open, and the grip on the book loosened letting it fall to her lap—or Jack’s face to be exact. “Ouch!”.

“Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry, Jack” Y/N apologised, body turning warm with embarrassment.

“You could’ve just said no, you know? Didn’t have to hit me with your book” he joked.

“No, no. I want to… I want it to be a date” she said softly. “Did I hurt you?” she touched his nose carefully.

“Not anymore. The pain is now long forgotten” Jack said looking her in the eyes. She turned her head away, they were too close and he was making her extremely nervous “I love it when you blush, did you know that? I… I like you”

“I got the hint ever since you randomly started to tell me compliments every day” she confessed.

“So you knew that I liked you?” Jack asked surprised. She nodded shyly “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Y/N shrugged “I’m not good at making the first move”

“Well, I am” he smiled smugly, leaning closer to her. He was going to kiss her. She had even closed her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his lips. “No”

Y/N opened her eyes in confusion “What?”

“You like romance, don’t you?” Jack asked, she affirmed with her head “We are in one of the most romantic cities in the world and you’re a fan of romantic comedies. Wouldn’t it be a shame if we have our first kiss in a trailer when there are so many beautiful places where we could have it?” he left Y/N completely speechless. “I’ll pick you up at 8, gorgeous”.

Y/N swooned. This guy was taken out of a romantic novel, there’s no other explanation.

WALKING AROUND THE CITY OF PARIS WITH JACK FELT LIKE A FAIRYTALE. They bought a disposable camera and took pictures of everything—when they went to The Louvre, to Le arc de Triomphe, the Luxembourg Gardens. And now, they were at their final stop before heading back to the hotel. Of course, they had to end their little exploration with Paris’ most iconic monument—the Eiffel Tower.

“Holy shit” Y/N said in complete awe. It was completely dark—as it was midnight already—so the tower shone brightly. The warm flashing lights of the monument reflected on Y/N’s starry eyes and Jack was completely taken by the view—her, of course. “This is completely mesmerising, Jack”.

“I know” eyes never leaving her eyes.

“Excuse moi” the voice of an old woman interrupted them. Y/N turned around and smiled warmly at her. She asked something in french that Jack couldn’t understand, but Y/N nodded and took the phone the woman held in her hands.

Y/N took a picture of the lady in front of the tower, and smiled at her as she handed the phone back. The unknown female looked at Jack, who was watching them with a grin, and said something to Y/N that made her blush and laugh.

“What did she say?” Jack asked curiously when Y/N came back to his side.

“She said that you were very handsome and that we make a great couple” Y/N admitted, smiling lightly but not quite looking at him from embarrassment.

“That was a wise woman, then” Jack smirked. “I didn’t know you spoke french”

“I studied it at school, so I can speak it quite well” she told him.

“Can you say something to me in french?” he was dying to hear her voice in that accent.

Y/N turned around to face him and, with an air of confidence, she said “Tu es le plus beau garçon que J'ai jamais vu. Je t'aime beaucoup et je suis amoureuse de ton sourire et de tes beaux yeux”.

With his jaw almost reaching the floor, his eyes roamed from her eyes down to her mouth, completely bewitched by the sound of her voice and the movement of her lips. He didn’t recognise one word that she had said, yet his heart felt like jumping out of his chest.

“Wha-what does that mean?” he whispered breathlessly.

“I said… You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen. I like you very much and I’m in love with your smile and your beautiful eyes”

“And-and how do you say ‘Can I kiss you?’ in french?” he asked, fingertips caressing her full lips.

“Je peux t'embrasser?” she answered.

Jack smiled “Yes, of course you can”

Y/N laughed “Dork” she whispered before pressing her lips against his.

Y/N didn’t quite know how Jack manages to make her feel absolutely fearless. But she was in love with the feeling, she was so in love with him that she might stop breathing. She was in love with his cheeky smile, his sweet disposition, his understanding self, his silly jokes, his touch and his loving gaze, and now, one hundred percent, with his kisses.

“I’m in love with you too” Jack said against her lips.

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pucksandpower · 11 months

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IN MY BLOOD

Y/N SENNA x CHARLES LECLERC

Series Masterlist

INTERLUDE: Grid Walks

2000 — Age 5

“Hello, Y/N. How are you enjoying race day so far?” Martin asked, bending down to her level.

Y/N grinned mischievously, “Oh Mr. Brundle, I love it! But you know what? I've been to so many races that I think I know this place better than you.”

Martin chuckled, intrigued by her confidence. “Is that so? Well perhaps you can give me a guided tour sometime.”

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement. “Deal. But first you have to catch me!” With that, she darted off into the paddock.

“Hey, where are you going?” Martin called out, chasing after her.

But Y/N was already gone, her laughter echoing through the air. Martin found himself in a comical game of cat and mouse, weaving through the paddock, trying to keep up with the energetic young Senna.

Finally, after a series of twists and turns, Martin managed to catch up with Y/N. She was standing by the side of the track, giggling uncontrollably. “Gotcha!” she exclaimed, clearly proud of her mini-adventure.

Martin gasped for breath, a grin forming on his face. “Y/N, you really gave me a run for my money. You're as fast as your father on the track!”

Y/N smiled in delight, her small chest puffed with pride. “Thank you, Mr. Brundle. I'm just getting started.”

2004 — Age 9

Spotting Y/N near her father's memorial, Martin approached her with a smile. “Hello, Y/N. How's the karting going?”

Y/N's eyes lit up and she eagerly launched into a passionate monologue about her karting experiences. “Mr. Brundle, you won't believe it. I had this incredible race last weekend. I started from the back but I overtook one kart after another and finished on the podium!”

Martin listened intently, captivated by Y/N's enthusiasm. “That sounds like an amazing race. It's clear that the racing genes run strong in your family. Your father would be proud.”

Y/N nodded vigorously, her ponytail bouncing with excitement. “I want to be the best, just like him. I practice every day and study every race I watch.”

Martin couldn't help but smile at Y/N's determination. “I have no doubt that you'll achieve great things. Keep pushing and one day we might see you in a Formula 1 car.”

2008 — Age 13

On the grid, Martin spotted Y/N intently observing the mechanics working on the cars. He approached her with a smile, ready to engage in a conversation about the technical side of the sport.

“Y/N, it's great to see you here. What fascinates you most about Formula 1?”

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she replied, “Hi, Martin! I love everything about it. The aerodynamics, the engineering, the strategies — it's like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Did you know that the airflow around the car affects its performance? It's amazing!”

Martin raised an eyebrow, impressed by Y/N's knowledge. “Well, you certainly know your stuff. I might have to come to you for technical insights in the future.”

Y/N beamed with pride. “Absolutely! Anytime you need a crash course in this side of F1, just let me know.”

Martin chuckled, enjoying their banter. "I might take you up on that offer. Just be prepared for a barrage of questions."

Y/N nodded eagerly. “Bring it on, I'm always up for a challenge.”

As they continued their conversation, Martin couldn't help but notice Y/N's genuine passion and curiosity for the technical aspects of Formula 1. It was clear that she had inherited her father's analytical mind and thirst for knowledge.

“Y/N, you remind me so much of your father. He had a similar fascination with the technical side of racing,” Martin remarked, a touch of nostalgia in his voice.

Y/N's eyes widened with excitement. “Really? That means so much to me. I've always looked up to him and admired his approach to racing. If I can carry even a fraction of his dedication, I'll be happy.”

Martin smiled warmly at her. “You're already making your own mark. Keep nurturing that passion and who knows where it will take you?”

2012 — Age 17

Martin found himself amidst the bustling paddock, searching for the now seventeen-year-old Y/N Senna. He spotted her in deep conversation with her future team, a determined expression on her face.

Approaching her with a smile, Martin congratulated her on signing her first Formula 1 contract. “Y/N, congratulations on your contract! How does it feel to be back in the paddock but as a driver this time?”

Y/N's face lit up with joy as she replied, “Thank you, Martin! It's an incredible feeling — a dream come true. I can't wait to show what I'm capable of on the track.”

Martin nodded, his excitement mirroring Y/N's. “I have no doubt that you'll do amazing things. Your journey has been incredible to witness, from that mischievous young girl to the talented racer standing before me today.”

Y/N filled with gratitude, her eyes glistening with determination. “Thank you. Your support means the world to me. I'll give it my all and make my family proud.”

Martin patted her shoulder, a paternal gesture filled with encouragement. “Remember, you carry the legacy of a true racing legend. Your father's spirit and passion live on through you. Embrace the challenge, enjoy every moment, and keep making us all proud.”

As the interview concluded, Martin couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and anticipation for the upcoming season, where Y/N Senna would make her Formula 1 racing debut.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Martin leaned closer to Y/N and whispered, “You know, your father was known for his incredible speed and skill on the track. But you seem to have inherited his mischievous spirit too.”

Y/N laughed, her eyes shining with a mix of innocence and determination. “Maybe I got it from him. I can't promise I won't give you another run for your money someday, Martin.”

Martin chuckled, his heart filled with warmth. “I'll be ready for the challenge. Just make sure I have my running shoes on.”

With a final wave and a shared laughter, Martin left the grid, eagerly awaiting the moment when Y/N would grace the Formula 1 circuits as a driver. He knew that her journey would be filled with triumphs, challenges, and the unwavering support of so many motorsport legends.

As the engines roared and the lights dimmed on the current season, the motorsport world brimmed with anticipation for the next. They eagerly awaited the day when Y/N Senna, with her father's legacy as her guiding star, would step into her racing car and write her own chapter in the history of Formula 1.

And so, the world watched with bated breath, knowing that the story of Y/N Senna would unfold in the seasons to come. With every lap, every victory, and every challenge she faced, Y/N would make her mark, continuing the legacy of her father while creating a legacy of her own.

And through it all, Martin Brundle would be there, cheering her on, sharing in the excitement, and forever grateful for the lighthearted moments they shared during those unforgettable grid walks.

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khristie16 · 6 months

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Blindfolded Desires

about: Intimate Instructions - Charles's Burning Desire warnings: 18+, stalkish, charles is demanding, smut, oral f!receiving info: chaos and angst, female reader is relatable - stay strong women😘 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The following day, you found yourself wrestling with your conscience, the lingering memory of your daring adventure with a mysterious stranger. Well, he wasn't entirely unfamiliar anymore, now that you knew it was Charles. If only that didn't complicate things further, especially considering the nasty hangover you were nursing.

Morning arrived, and you chose silence over conversation, your cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. You wished you could just sink into the ground and disappear. It was bad enough that the last person you ever wanted to be associated with had witnessed your most vulnerable moment, but it seemed you had practically crumbled in his presence. He had heard your unguarded whispers, felt your emotions, and the mere thought of it turned your stomach.

Now, you found yourself in a lecture hall, desperately wishing for a trouble-free day and fervently praying that you wouldn't come across Charles. It was as if the universe had overheard your pleas. Right as the lecture was about to begin, the door swung open, and there he stood, your mysterious admirer, Charles. With each self-assured step, he made his way up the stairs, and you silently hoped he wouldn't spot you. However, destiny had different intentions, as always.

“Hey there, Mama Shelter,” his voice, dripping with amusement, echoed in your ears, sending a fiery thrill through your veins. He settled into a chair that seemed to encroach on your personal space, his breath tantalizing your neck, leaving you unable to look away. It was the same disarming scenario you had found yourself in yesterday.

“This situation reminds me of something, jolie,” he remarked, and you clenched your eyes shut, hoping to chase away the intrusive thought. You wished he wouldn't dwell on it for too long, but deep down, you knew that wasn't entirely possible. He had held onto you for an entire year, and there was no sign of him letting go. You even began to wonder if he had contemplated your shared moment as you had. Of course, you had no way of knowing, and you certainly didn't plan to ask, but the desire for more adventures with you consumed Charles. Throughout the night and into the morning, you were on his mind, and he had no intention of letting you go.

“Could you please hush? I don't like thinking about it,” you said, your tone filled with a hint of irritation.

“Really? Didn't seem to me like that last time I checked.” Charles replied with a cunning smile, his voice carrying a playful hint. You felt an overpowering urge to turn and meet his gaze, but your determination to ignore him prevailed.

“Are you aware that you essentially lured me into that room, whatever it was, against my will?” you asked, frustration tinging your words.

“Well, I was sober enough not to notice you saying 'no.' Besides, if I remember correctly, it was your hands that were bound, not your lips,” Charles retorted, his audaciousness unmistakable, and a hint of irritation in his voice.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, and your mouth hung open in disbelief. An instinctive impulse took over as you quickly turned towards him, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

“Shut your mouth, or I might be tempted to fill it,” he threatened, your mouth opening even wider as you gasped in surprise. His response was a self-assured smirk and a playful wink, his confidence radiating.

His grin was infectious, spreading from ear to ear, as if he were the ruler of the world. However, you had reached your limit and made the decision to swiftly leave the lecture. But as the doors closed behind you, hold on… they didn't actually close.

“Where do you think you're going?” Charles pursued you, and you quickened your pace.

“Stop harassing me!” you exclaimed, angrily. Charles seemed unperturbed by your protest, steadily closing the distance between you. He grabbed your hand, pressing you against the wall, his body moving closer to yours, the scent of his presence filling your senses.

“Why are you running away from something you desire so much?” Charles inquired, a suggestive implication in his words, but you were intent on playing hard to get. Charles rolled his eyes with a smirk and leaned in, his warm breath brushing against your skin, causing your breath to hitch.

“I know your body better than you think,” he whispered, his voice radiated confidence and desire. He reluctantly moved away from you, having found the answers he was seeking. He was acutely aware of your longing for him, and it only added fuel to the fire of this captivating going on between you two.

You stepped into your room and slumped onto the bed, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. Gazing at the floor, you were overwhelmed by a strange blend of despair and yearning. Could it be that you were contemplating someone you had detested for a year, someone who had been nothing but a nuisance? You couldn't fathom it, but suddenly, you were on your feet, making your way to the wardrobe.

Sorting through your lingerie, you came across a gorgeous lace set that had been neglected for far too long. It had been ages since you'd shared a bed with anyone, and the memories carried a weight with them. With a sigh, you opted to put on that delicate lingerie, a wistful tribute to brighter days. Since your last relationship had left you broken, you'd kept your distance from anyone new.

While you slid into the lacy ensemble, the wind outside gained strength, and the cool breeze flowed through your open window. Looking out, you observed the falling leaves and the approaching darkness. You had always found comfort in watching the soft glow of the streetlamp on the nighttime street, despite your room being on the second floor and exposed. But who would be out wandering near the woods at this late hour?

Turning to the mirror, you appraised your reflection. The lingerie clung to your body like a second skin, and you started to feel more self-assured. It crossed your mind - would Charles relish the sight? After a moment of self-appreciation, you decided to play with yourself.

As you returned to the bed, you came to an abrupt stop. Someone was observing you from a distance, standing beneath a dimly lit lamppost where the shadows were at their darkest. Instinctively, you shielded your chest and rushed to the curtains. It hadn't crossed your mind earlier, but now you couldn't help but ponder who might have caught a glimpse of you in the past.

The desire for anything seemed to evaporate, and you opted to change your outfit. Just as you were about to do so, a knock sounded at the door.

You cautiously approached the door, draping a robe around yourself. Opening it, you were met with an unexpected sight.

Charles stood there, his trademark crooked smile adorning his lips. You felt bewildered and briefly considered slamming the door in his face, but he foiled your intentions with his hand. He raised an eyebrow and spoke with an irritated tone,

“Not the friendliest greeting, is it?”

Your response was curt, “I don't want to greet you. Go away.”

Charles, on the other hand, paid no attention to your attempt to dismiss him. He pushed the door open and entered, leaving you with no choice but to step back. As he closed the door behind him, he casually remarked, “You might want to consider covering those windows.”

You shot him a wide-eyed look and clung to your robe, asking, “Was it you?” Charles simply chuckled and swept his eyes up and down your figure before locking gaze with you.

“You've been spying on me?” Charles didn't offer a response; he wasn't entirely sure why he was doing it himself, only that he wanted to, needed to.

Without uttering a word, he walked past you, prompting you to take a step back. “I want to see it up close,” you shook your head, clutching your robe even tighter.

“No.”

His gaze shifted from your concealed body to your eyes, his look intense. “That wasn't a question.” You widened your eyes in disbelief.

“I know you think about me, you probably went to please yourself, and you'd think about me,” you fell into stunned silence, which Charles seized as an opportunity. He stood right in front of you, offering a faint smile as one of his hands ventured under your robe.

As his fingers traced the delicate lace of your bra, your chest rose and fell with deeper breaths, your lips remaining parted. With his other hand, he let your robe slip to the floor. Stepping closer, he examined you closely. For a change, it was him who seemed awestruck, his mouth slightly ajar.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his throat working as he swiftly closed the gap between you.

Charles locked eyes with you, and he approached you with deliberate slowness. His hand settled on your bared skin, grasping your shoulder. You could feel his breath drawing nearer to your own. Your parted lips were an unspoken invitation. Your body craved it, and you had no desire to resist, especially knowing what he was capable of, based on your past encounters. It sent your mind into a thrilling haze.

“Hmm… you're lips look quite tempting, YN.” His eyes are on your lips, looking at you in anticipation. His lips are just a few an inches away from your lips. He looks at you once more, almost as if he's waiting for a signal to stop, but you don't give it. He kisses you, his lips soft and tender. Soon, that gentle kiss ignites into passion, and he takes control. The past is echoing in the present, and you're eager for more. Your hands find their place on his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Charles”, you murmur in his ear, surrendering to his embrace.

He picks you up in his arms, carrying you like a princess. He makes sure not to mess up the lingerie. “My goodness… You look hot in that set.”

He kisses your lips passionately. You taste how much he wants you in this moment. His hands are all over you, touching everywhere. He is putting you in a very submissive position. He pushes you against the bed, wanting to possess you. His fingers start to rub your skin all over, touching you everywhere he can.

“Your mouth tastes amazing, I wonder how you taste down there”

You expressed the yearning you presently held for him, and he replied with a knowing smile as started to caresses his kisses on your soft neck. He starts to bite you, nibbling on your skin and biting you playfully. You can feel his teeth sink in your neck. His body presses against you and he seems to be very possessive.

“It hurts” Charles merely let out a low growl and carried on.

“Good, that means I'm doing it right.”

He bites you harder, his teeth sinking deeper. He doesn't seem to care if you're in pain or not. His body is pressing hard against yours, His hand starts to roam freely on your body, touching you everywhere he can.

“It's time to put my tongue on you”

Charles was taking his lips further down your body. His warm breath, billowing from his nostrils, was the only thing keeping your goosebumps at bay. He traced a path along your collarbones, taking his sweet time, as if he had all the time in the world. You was aching for him, moving underneath him hoping for any friction, this waiting was slowly killing you.

“Stay still,” he ordered firmly while planting kisses along your stomach. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and he unexpectedly chuckled, sending shivers down your spine.

“Charles,” you practically begged for him, for his tongue, for what he has promised, but he chose to ignore it. It was as if he was in his own world, entirely consumed by you. His senses were saturated with your presence, and there was nothing else on his mind.

You reached out to run your hands through his hair, and for a moment, he didn't seem to notice. But as you started to gently tug at his hair, his face snapped up in an instant. He looked furious.

“Do you want me to tie your hands again?” he asked, his voice seething with anger. His words left you bewildered.

“Why can't I touch you?” you asked genuinely, realizing you weren't acting like yourself. Was it really you, wondering why Charles was keeping you at a distance?

“Because nobody touches me,” he replied, his lips reclaiming your skin once more.

You felt a pang of hurt, learning that you were grouped with all the other girls he'd been with. But as he drew closer to your core, your thoughts faded, surrendering to the sensations coursing through your body. The nibbling on your inner thigh made you writhe under him, and he laughed, as if you were his little plaything.

He tucked his finger under your panties and put it aside. He blowed at your hot core, the cold air making you writhe under him. He laughed out loud, like you are his little toy. Then he lapped his warm tongue on you and you groaned loudly. He licked you slowly and passionately. Taking his time to explore every inch of your cunt and sipping of your juice.

He was twirling his tongue all round your thighs and back to your cunt, intruding to your hole and sticking it deeply inside. You felt your walls clench and you so desperately wanted to grab his head and put him closer. As if he knew what you're thinking, he moved his head closer giving you the ultimate bliss and you came undone on his tongue. He waited for the whole load to swallow.

When you managed to regain control of your breath, you came back to your senses. Charles was still positioned between your legs, resting there and replaying what had happened.

Tears threatened to well up in your eyes, and you struggled to hold them back. You felt dirty and ashamed of yourself for letting him go so far. You had fallen for it, all because of a mere kiss and fingering? No, it wasn't about Charles. It was about the adventure, how thrilling and mysterious it had been.

It was a lie, and you knew it, but it was the best explanation you could offer yourself.

You immediately closed your legs and distanced yourself from him as much as possible. He appeared confused by your sudden change in behavior. Behind your mask of indifference, you were desperate to cry.

“Get out,” you said firmly, your gaze falling to the ground.

You could hear his breath growing heavy, as if he were very angry with you. He got up and left, slamming your door on his way out.

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thefandomdirtymind · 4 months

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Would you be willing or interested in like either a small Drabble or fic about Sanji’s hands? Preferably with a chubby or plus sized reader? Like how he would grab them or pleasure them? Cause I am fucking obsessed with his hands and loving the work that you’re putting out ❤️❤️

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi ! Sorry for the wait, I had tried for a while to decide if I did an headcanon or a fic and my brain just decided a morning for me. The fact that the reader is a chubby or plus size is implied but without to much precision since every bodies are different and I succeed ( I still don't know how) to put 29 time the word hands in this ! I hope you will like it !

Under his touch (NSFW)

OPLA - Sanji x Chubby/Plus size reader

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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As you were sitting at the table in the kitchen. The declining light of the sun bathing of a golden orange, the pages of your book, the paper barricade lifted high enough to dissimulate your focused gaze.You couldn’t deny it any longer.

When you sat there, after the departure of the others for a visit to the near island, you were determined to advance yourself in your reading. But, as much as you had tried, if anybody would have asked you what your book was talking about, you couldn’t have, even at the price of your life, given them an answer.

For the past few minutes, you had been fixing the fascinating view that was the tall frame of Sanji, doing his preparation for the next day. But, more precisely his strong mid-sleeveless forearms and his hands, always in movement. His longs and slender fingers holding the knife and keeping firmly in place the diverse items he was chopping.

Yet, meal preparation and appreciation of his skilled talent at cutting julienne wasn’t exactly what was putting your mind in a spin. For days now, the thought of his capable hands on your body, caressing tenderly your skin, exploring every one of your curves, giving them the admiration they deserved and traces with his fingertips your stretch marks like it was the most exquisite piece of art he ever saw, had made you wonder if something didn’t go well with you. Never before have you had this kind of thought or fixation about the part of somebody, neither it had caused you all those sensations.

And then, the dream began, followed by the daydream until you couldn’t play the innocent anymore. You had a special kink for the hands of Sanji,in addition of the man himself.

The fantasy, day or night, were always mostly different by the way it was started and the various locations it takes place. Still, every which of them have the same point that Sanji was eager, in the same way he was about a new recipe or annoy Zoro, to show you how much pleasures he can gave you with his hands, before properly fuck you.

Holding your book more loosely, your mind slowly drifting, you almost could hear him calling you by one of his sweet french pet names. But as you were trying to understand which one, you realized that the voice wasn’t in your head.

“ * Ma douce, are you okay ? You haven’t changed your page for a while now. I know that those carrots are the most sexy things you've ever seen, even my omelette au fromage * on the counter is jealous, but it's still just a vegetable” Sanji chuckles, extracting you from your daydream. * My sweet , * Cheese omelet

“Oh sorry, I hm, I was just wondering how you cut those so quick without hurting yourself” You said, trying to hide the embarrassment of being caught fixing him.

“ It’s nothing more than practice and good hand placement. I can teach you if you want, come here.” He joyfully replied, well intended and excited to share his cooking interest.

Putting down your book, you joined him behind the kitchen island, your nervous breath slightly caught in your throat when he held your waist to place you in front of the cutting board, before placing himself behind you. His warm breath brushed slightly the tips of your ear, as he was giving you the knife and positioning your hands.

“ So now love we will place our finger like this “ He said, helping you adjust your grip on the carrot.” And we will cut at this distance, retreating gradually our fingers without releasing your hold. We wouldn’t like it to slip and cut that pretty skin of yours “

“ Of course” You simply answer, the sensation of his body against yours after so many days of languin, making you quite hot.

You were only at the second carrot and archived to reach a good pace, when he sadly left you back, clearing his throat.

“ hm, hm, mon coeur, even if I enjoy your company and your help I think I will have to finish it myself…” The blond tells, trying to smile as well as strangely avoiding your gaze.

“ I know that my cuts are a little bit uneven but I thought…” You start before he interrupts you.

“ It’s not it mon coeur, you did well, it’s more if we continue like that I’m afraid I wouldn’t longer be able to only be your friend. Being enveloped by your scent, feeling all those marvelous curves against me, it’s like Icarus and the beautiful sun,... I’m not that strong…” He confessed, clearly embarrassed, putting aside the collar of his striped shirt.

“ Maybe I don’t want you to only be my friend” You at your turn confessed, surprised by his reaction. Sanji was an obvious but gentlemanly flirt, but never you saw him as flushed for only a few touches. “ For days now I think at more…intimate things”

Taking a moment to register your answer. Sanji slowly approached you, cupping the side of your face with one of his hands, his thumbs softly brushing against your lower lips.

“ Then I should maybe show you how I would gladly burn for you” He whispered before taking possession of your mouth.

Your lower back pressed against the island, the food long forgotten. His feverish hands were traveling on your still clothed body, trying to remove or put aside the fabrics to reach your soft bare skin, his mouth covering your neck and throat of kisses, leaving this and there love bites. Unbuttoning his shirt and helping him remove the frustrating clothes, until you finally stood in the simplest of your underwear. The nervous thought of your often insecure body washing away under his amazed gaze.

“ Magnifique* “ Sanji said, throwed his shirt behind him, as his eyes encompassed you whole. * Magnificent

Pushing aside the neglected prep items. The blond cook tenderly took your waist, sitting you on the surface, chuckling at the little surprise noise you made as you bare ass met the wooden surface.

As he let his hands roaming free on your body, caressing your side and slowly spreading your thighs, you felt his finger digging in your plum flesh, lazily advancing in the direction of your warm center.

“ You know, I think I could become really intoxicated by all this. All this skin to explore, to mark, to flustered, to make mine” Sanji said “ Please, let me enjoy every inches of you Y/N“

Nodding of the head,as your breath became more and more panting and he pushed aside the silky fabric of your bra while his mouth explored your breast, taking between his lips your hardened nipples and sucking on them gently. You tried to regain a certain clarity of mind, yet, you knew at the minute his digits reached your cunt that it was an already lost battle. His fingertips brushing against the covered lips of your pussy and his thumbs nonchalantly rub your clits, you let escape a anticipation sigh.

“ Please, allow me” Your lover asked, waiting for your full consent, kissing your jaw. “ I will make you feel so good I promise, I will make you dance on my fingers, cry of joy under my palm, I want to find your special spot and I will take no rest before finding it“

“ Sanji,please, push those in me before I lose my mind “ You pleaded, his sweet promise making you head spin.

The most adorable and joyful smile you had seen plastering his face, Sanji complied, helping you to remove the coton obstacle before sliding it in his pants pocket. His pace, at first, was slow and steady, letting you adjust around his digits, his thumb playing a warming game of brush and rub against your clits. But, as your body quickly accommodates, he gradually took more speed, drinking every one of your praises like a good wine.

“ Oh please don’t stop, so good Sanji, so good ! “ You moan against his mouth, rolling your hips.

“ You're so pretty when you dance on my hand like that, yes just like that ma douce “ He encouraged you, his hand pistoning in and out of you, his other helping your hips moving.

Like he promised, he takes no rest, making you come on his fingers, his gaze glued to the magnificent vision of your form going undone.

It was during the time you were getting down from your orgasm, Sanji fingers still buried in you, that he discovered your sensitive spot, accidentally pushing it as he was repositioning his finger.

“ Sanji ! “ You exclaimed, gripping his forearms in support.

“ What mon coeur, did I find an interesting spot ? “ He asked, pushing it again, watching you close your eyes and almost lose your mind, before repeatedly playing with it, pushing you off the edge over and over.

“ Sanji wait, too much,please that too much, wait” You beg, your thigh shaking under the overstimulation of your g-spot and his palm rubbing against your pulsing clits.

A proud smile on his lips and the ocean blue of his eyes darken by lust. He slowly removed his digit from your center, watching you getting down from your euphoria. He patiently licked his fingers clean, groaning like if your taste was the best flavor in the world.

“ Mon coeur, if you let me. In a really near future, I would love to take my time and savor you again, being in a rush like this will not give me enough time, but I swear to taste you again until your butter soft thighs close around my head and shakes ” He promised you, tracing of his fingers the pattern of your mother nature given tattoos on your hips, his eyes never living yours.

“ Yes please “ You replied, capturing his lips in a kiss, tasting on them your own arousal.

Opening his pants, gladly freeing his aching cock, taking your turn to explore him with your fingertips ,your name on his lips, as he grabbed your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints bruises.

“ Love, you’re really determined to put me on my knees or be the end of me isn’t it?“ He panted, accusing the regular stroke and movement of your hand along his already sensible length.

Yet,It didn’t take long for you to feel him inside you again, you delicious torture reducing him as a begging mess to feel your warm around his cock.

Helping you to lie down on the island kitchen, resting your legs on his shoulder, he carefully penetrated you, his groan and moans mixing with yours as he thrusted in you in a steady rhythm, adapting his pace to your expression of pleasure.

The noise of your skins slapping against each other and your moaning filling the kitchen, you felt the turmoil in your body growing, making grip the border of the table , your hips lifting off the surface by themselves.

“ Sanji I…I will come “ You cried out, reaching for his hands that he gladly gave you to hold.

“ I’m really close too, mon coeur. Seeing you like that, so pretty and in that pleasure state in my own kitchen, I would never imagine so much beauty “ He said, his voice showing his struggle to keep his hips to buckle.

But,as he pushed further in you, making your orgasm burst and seeing stars. You felt his dick twitch as he came,letting escape in a whine the most beautiful way you had ever heard your name.

As you were both putting back your clothes, exchanging kisses and glances, you heard the rest of the crew coming back from their island excursion. Luffy being like usual, the loudest. Giving a last glance to be sure that the kitchen was like is usual self , at the exception of the recently open window, you smile to Sanji, taking back your place with your book as he bend above you to whispered in your ears.

“ Don’t forget your promise mon coeur, I haven’t finished exploring every inch of your beautiful body, neither will I soon forget your taste in my tongue” Sanji smiles, leaving a last kiss on your lips before washing his hands and returning to his carrots.

Trying to bring back your attention to your book, a smile on your lips, you knew that no daydream would ever beat those past and future moments.

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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*ahem* Yandere Alec & Jane x Reader

Think about it,

When Bella goes to save Edward from the Volturi, Reader comes along to make sure their older sister Bella goes home alive only to make first contact with Jane.

Jane would be the quiet yet protective Yandere type, meaning when Jane first felt the bond she instantly wants the Reader close to her.

As Jane tells Bella, Edward, Alice and Reader to follow her with Felix and Demitri behind them(of course Jane makes sure to hold on to the Readers wrist lightly but strong enough)

Soon the group is in the throne room, Alec soon feels the same type of bond just like Jane and looks at Reader with hungry eyes.

Alex is the type of yandere that gets jealous easily and just wants to keep the reader locked up in a room.

Soon both siblings are on each of the readers side being protective and clingy, holding onto their hand and arms for recurrence and security.

Of course the reader is not used to it and gets freaked out and tries to get close to their older sister Bella, Bella doing the same thing by trying to reach out to the reader.

But the reader gets pulled back from Bella and has been forced to stay by the Volturi and the siblings FOREVER.

Ah yes now you’re talking my love language, who doesn’t just love them an unhinged partner

❝forced to stay❞

✭ pairing : yandere jane volturi x reader x yandere alec volturi

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : the moment she made a contact with the twins she should’ve known that her fate was sealed

✭ authors note : I don’t know what it is about having a unhinged partner, but I find it oddly romantic . Like for an example I have been dating my current boyfriend for almost a year now and only recently I would say a couple of months back. He told me that he was going to look up my location and come to my house after I did not respond to him for the first few days of us talking, we were not dating in the beginning, obviously so the fact that this man was going to somehow get access to my location whew gurl, this man got me down bad

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The evening had settled in, casting long shadows as Bella Swan sat in her room, her thoughts consumed by worry for Edward. She had barely spoken to him since he left, and the emptiness was overwhelming. Just then, a light knock on her window startled her, and she turned to find Alice Cullen perched on the windowsill, her golden eyes filled with urgency.

"Bella," Alice began, her voice laced with concern, "we need to talk."

Bella's heart raced as she sat up straighter. "What is it, Alice?"

"It's Edward," Alice said, her voice steady yet grave. "He's planning to expose himself to humans—to reveal his true nature—in order to provoke the Volturi into killing him."

The words struck Bella like a physical blow. Her mind raced, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. "No, he can't be serious," Bella whispered, her voice trembling.

Alice's expression was somber. "He believes it's the only way to keep you and your family safe from the Volturi's attention."

Tears welled in Bella's eyes as the gravity of the situation settled in. "I have to stop him," she said, her voice determined.

Alice nodded in agreement. "I'm coming with you."

As Bella stood, her gaze locked onto the window, and she realized that someone else was listening. Turning, she saw her younger sister, (y/n), standing at the door, her expression a mix of concern and determination.

"(Y/n), what are you doing here?" Bella asked, surprised yet touched by her sister's presence.

"I heard everything," (y/n) replied, her voice steady. "And I'm coming too."

Bella's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. "(Y/n), this is dangerous. I can't let you get involved."

(Y/n) stepped forward, her eyes unwavering. "Bella, you're my sister. I can't just sit back while you face this alone."

Alice's lips curled into a small smile. "She's right, Bella. We're all in this together."

Bella hesitated, torn between her protective instincts and the realization that her family's bond was unbreakable. Finally, she nodded. "Fine, you can come. But promise me you'll stay close and follow my lead."

(Y/n) nodded, determination gleaming in her eyes. "I promise."

With the decision made, the three of them exchanged a look that held a mixture of worry and resolve. The bond between sisters ran deep, and their determination to protect each other was unyielding.

As they stepped out of the house, ready to face the perilous journey ahead, Bella knew that no matter what challenges they encountered, they would face them together. The unbreakable bond between sisters would guide them through the darkness, giving them the strength to save the ones they loved, even if it meant facing the Volturi themselves.

As Bella, Alice, and (y/n) approached the Volturi chamber, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Shadows danced across the walls, and the weight of their purpose settled heavily upon them. Just as they were about to enter, a trio of figures appeared, drawing their attention.

Jane, Demetri, and Felix materialized before them, their presence both unsettling and foreboding. (Y/n) sensed the intensity of the situation, her instincts on high alert. Her gaze locked with Jane's, and a strange shiver ran down her spine. Unbeknownst to her, Jane's connection to (y/n) ran deep, fueled by the intense bond of mates.

Demetri's voice cut through the air, his tone respectful yet firm. "The kings are awaiting your presence. Follow us."

Bella exchanged a wary glance with Alice, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. With a nod, they followed Demetri and Felix, their steps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. The tension was palpable, and (y/n)'s heart raced as they moved closer to their destination.

As they entered the chamber, (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine once more. The Volturi kings sat upon their thrones, exuding an air of authority and power. Aro, Caius, and Marcus regarded them with interest, their eyes glinting with curiosity as they took in the unexpected guests.

"(Y/n) Swan and Bella Swan," Aro's voice rang out, his tone laced with intrigue. "A pleasure to have you with us."

(Y/n)'s and her sister Bella’s eyes widened, taken aback by Aro's direct acknowledgment of her presence. They offered a tentative nod, voices momentarily caught in their throat.

“So tell me, why have you come here? Why do two humans and one vampire stand before us?” Aro questions obviously amused with the whole situation.

As the conversation with the Volturi kings continued, (y/n) felt a strange sensation wash over her. The intensity of Alec's gaze upon her didn't go unnoticed. Unbeknownst to her, the same bond that had sparked between her and Jane had also formed with Alec, albeit with different implications.

Alec's eyes, hungry and possessive, trailed over (y/n) as if she were the only thing in the room. An invisible thread connected them, a connection that (y/n) couldn't comprehend. Her heart quickened under his gaze, an unfamiliar heat blooming within her.

As the conversation continued, (y/n) found herself shifting uncomfortably under the weight of Alec's gaze, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. Soon before she knew it Alec and Jane were standing before her, they clinged to her every being allowing no room for others to touch or even get near her.

Their presence was suffocating .

(Y/n)'s world had become a whirlwind of confusion and unease. She felt like a puppet, caught between the possessive affections of Alec and Jane on one side and the protective concern of Bella on the other. It was suffocating, overwhelming, and completely foreign to her.

As (y/n) attempted to navigate through the tense atmosphere, her heart rate quickened. Alec and Jane were by her side, their grip on her hand and arms feeling like a constant reminder of their presence. The clinginess and possessiveness made her uncomfortable, and she found herself longing for a moment of solitude.

Bella's attempts to reach out to her were a lifeline in this sea of intensity. She wanted to cling to her sister, the familiar bond between them offering a semblance of normalcy. But every time she tried to get closer to Bella, Alec and Jane would pull her back, their possessive gestures preventing her from seeking comfort in her older sister's arms.

Torn between the conflicting desires of those around her, (y/n) felt trapped. She wanted to be with Bella, to find solace in her sister's embrace, but Alec and Jane's hold on her was unyielding.

Then, the announcement from Marcus changed everything. His words echoed in the chamber, declaring that (y/n) was Alec and Jane's mate. The shock and realization of what that meant sent tremors through her. It was a bond she didn't understand, a connection that both terrified and intrigued her.

As the truth sank in, the weight of her circumstances settled on her shoulders. Aro, always the master manipulator, took advantage of the situation. He presented Bella and Alice with an unfair deal, Edward's life in exchange for (y/n)'s captivity among the Volturi.

The decision was left to (y/n), and despite the unease and discomfort, she found herself speaking up. "Agree to the deal," she told Bella and Alice, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I'll be fine. You have to save Edward."

It was a sacrifice that she never thought she would have to make, but (y/n) was determined to protect her loved ones, no matter the cost. As the deal was settled, (y/n) felt a mixture of fear and determination coursing through her veins. Her life had taken an unexpected turn, and now she had to face an uncertain future, bound to two yandere vampires who held an inexplicable claim over her heart and soul.

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Hi! I saw this and I couldn’t help but ask for blurb where he’s shocked that reader finished during sex considering he’s inexperienced and he’s all in disbelief like “did you just cum?” Sorry innocent Spence corrupts my mind ❤️♥️

forever gifs of this sweet baby

You always knew Spencer's fingers in you would be magical, but you didn't know just how little it would take for you to be seeing stars.

His dexterous fingers continue to pump in and out of you while you sit on his lap on his couch. The quick-paced and strong motion is blissful. He's got one goal in mind, and if you know anything about him, it's that he achieves his goals. And right now, all his focus is on you. His eyes are trained on your face, monitoring your expression and noting what specific things make your eyes roll back harder.

You're past trying to keep your moans quiet. "Fuck, Spencer. Don't stop." You beg loudly, the curse surprising both of you.

He knows by that tone of voice it's good, but he's determined to make it better with his thumb against your clit, circling it roughly.

The jump right into the deep end finally erupts the building pressure inside you, and you moan his name against his lips as you clench around his fingers.

When you finally manage to unclench your eyes, he's still looking at you, but he looks confused. "Did I just...make you, you know, orgasm?"

You giggle at how cute he is, afraid to say something dirty after what he'd just done. You reach out to cup his cheek, still breathless. "Yeah, baby, you did."

"Oh." He's blushing bright red, and he can't figure out what to say. "Really?"

"Yes, and it was amazing. Very enjoyable." You assure him, knowing he needs the reassurance sometimes. "Mind-blowing."

"Thanks." He decides, smiling at you shyly.

"Thank you." You reply. "I'd like to return the favor if that's okay."

He gulps, nodding excitedly. "Y-yeah, that would be, uh, okay. Better than okay, exceptional, incredible."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid smut

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ledgerserious8 · 3 months

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Wrong Person | Bruce Wayne (Bale) X The Joker Ledger X Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Drama Angst Angry Issue Jealousy

Summary : Bruce having Investigation The Joker but it's turned into something else because..

Word count : 3.4k

Bruce walked inside, his adrenaline still pumping through his veins, as he saw the Joker in the interrogation room behind bars, surrounded by Gordon and his teammates

The Joker looked disheveled and angry, his face scarred and twisted from the events of the past night and Gordon shot him a look of satisfaction, and Bruce couldn't help but smile at the sight

It was a bittersweet moment, but one that he knew was necessary and had been long overdue

"So the bat is here" - the joker explained mockingly trying to play fool

"The one and only" - His Batman voice answered back proudly, his shoulders back and chest up, his hands folded together.

The Joker had mocked him several times in the past, but this time, he was the one under lock and key, unable to escape

The table had turned..

The Joker mocked and taunted him, but he didn't care. Bruce was here to do a job and get it done quickly and effectively but Bruce's mind was focused and his goal clear and it's was investigate the clown and bring him to justice

Without the presence of Gordon and the other officers, the room was suddenly much quieter and more intimate as Bruce and the Joker were now alone, faced with only each other’s gaze

The Joker was restrained behind bars, his expression angry and defiant, as usual but Bruce sat across from him, his face emotionless, his eyes searching and observing every detail

"Wanna play a game baty?" - the joker asked him as still trying to get into his skin

"I am not here to play your games" - Bruce replied calmly, his eyes scanning the Joker for clues as his mind worked quickly

He knew this game too well, the Joker's attempts to provoke him and throw him off balance But he was immune to such tricks, his emotions in control, his will to investigate strong and unwavering

He would not be distracted by the Joker's mocking or threats. instead, he kept his stare unblinking and his attention focused on the clown in front of him.

"Let's talk seriously? And we will be honest You always asking yourself why I'm around you like a Nightmare" - The joker explained mockingly as licking his lips by his tongue - "Even when you actually a stranger to me i killed your parents and Yes i don't have a reason more then I'm madness"

"But you didn't ask yourself why I'm still around you even after i killed your parents?" The joker finished softly but honestly

"Don't play mind games with me." - Bruce replied simply, as his eyes remained steady, refusing to be swayed by the Joker's attempts to distort his focus

He knew the Joker was just trying to get under his skin, to throw him off and make him lose his composure and Bruce remained unperturbed, staring directly back at the clown's eyes with a level of resolve and determination

"You're obsessed with me," - Bruce said flatly, his voice unwavering as he continued to stare at the clown

He was unconcerned with the Joker's mocking tone, and focused only on making eye contact and observing his every gesture and expression

"All your attacks, all your crimes have been a plea for attention from me," - Bruce continued his voice calm and steady

"Yes I'm obsessed" - The joker confessed honestly? - "But actually not with you"

Bruce was surprised by the Joker's honesty and seriousness He had always assumed the clown was playing a game with him, twisting the truth and feeding him lies to manipulate him

But this time, the Joker was genuinely being honest, which caught him off guard

"Then with who?" - Bruce asked quickly, curious where the Joker was going with this

The clown was never easy to read or predict, but something about the way he said this was making him think

If the Joker wasn't obsessed with him, then what was he truly obsessed with?

"I'm obsessed with someone I tried to take from a long time" - The joker continue - "but you come and ruin everything"

Bruce was starting to find this conversation much more interesting The Joker was being unusually serious and honest, sharing things he wouldn't normally reveal so openly

"Who are you obsessed with?" - Bruce asked, feeling intrigued by the clown's cryptic explanation

He was curious to get a glimpse of whatever had been driving the Joker's madness and chaos

The Joker was usually guarded and mysterious, so seeing this unexpected side of him was intriguing

"Someone you couldn't live without" - The joker whispered softly and coldly

"Someone you will die for" the joker added softly as looking at him trying to study his expression under the mask

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat when the Joker revealed the hint

"Someone you would die for" and "Someone you couldn't live without", those words hit him like a punch to his heart

It was clear to him who the Joker was talking about, and the revelation made his mind scramble and The last thing he expected was the Joker to reveal he was obsessed with someone Bruce deeply cared about

"Don't you see where my eyes on?" - the joker asked him calmly and seriously

The Joker's words sent chills down Bruce's spine as He understood why the Joker had been targeting him personally, and why the Joker had been focusing his efforts on causing chaos and damage wherever he could

The clown had one singular focus, one all-encompassing obsession, and Bruce knew it had nothing to do with him personally

Instead, he realized the Joker was truly focused on one person that was most important to Bruce

“I know exactly who you mean,” - Bruce finally replied quietly, his voice full of shock and concern

It's was you..

Bruce felt his chest constrict as he realized who the Joker was referring to

You, his faithful sidekick in the war against crime, his girlfriend and future wife

"You're obsessed with her," - Bruce said, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart racing and his stomach filled with dread

The Joker smirked and nodded in acknowledgment, confirming that he was indeed obsessed with You

Bruce watched as the clown's expressions shifted through a spectrum of smugness, amusement, and arrogance, before settling on a twisted delight

The Joker seemed to take a twisted pleasure in Bruce's reaction, in the realization that he, too, was helpless when it came to the one thing that mattered most to him

Bruce's mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions as he grappled with the truth of the situation

"Your precious girl, your partner in crime fighting, your love, your everything, your future wife. I want her, and she will be mine." - the joker explained honestly and firmly

The Joker's words pushed Bruce over the edge, his pent-up fury boiling over, and he suddenly sprang into action

He grabbed the Joker tightly and held him with all his strength, a look of passion and jealousy in his eyes as he saw red

But the Joker didn't even flinch. He just laughed, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched Bruce's emotions run rampant

James Gordon and his team watched from the glass window, growing increasingly nervous and concerned as they saw Bruce's emotional reaction

Bruce's anger and fury overwhelmed him, and he unleashed a whirlwind of words as he shouted furiously at the Joker

"Don't dare you" - he began, his voice shaky and quivering with fury, - "I will not let you take her, she is mine! She will always be mine!"

The Joker just laughed at his outrage and intensity, seeming thoroughly entertained by the sight of Bruce's rage he was really enjoying this so much

"What if I Touched her?" - The joker asked him teasingly but actually he was playing on his soft spot

Bruce's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the Joker touching you He knew in his heart that the Joker was taunting him, trying to provoke an emotional reaction

But the thought that he could ever touch you, even out of revenge, sent a wave of pure, unadulterated rage through Bruce's body

It was enough to push him over the edge that he barely had control over and Bruce was always the calm and rational one, but that rule was being tested now

"You might as well have signed a death wish if you even think about it." - Bruce shouted aggressively, his expression darkening with rage

He could barely control himself, his anger growing with each word as The Joker's twisted smile only seemed to grow wider as he saw the extent to which he had driven Bruce.

"Touching her, hurting her, or even thinking about her in a bad scenario, you will be facing the darkest days of your life." - Bruce continued, his voice getting colder and angrier

"Oh please listen" - The joker begged gently - "I was meaning making her mine not hurting"

Bruce suddenly stopped and realized that the Joker's words hadn't been about harming you but about making you his own

The thought of the Joker taking you away from him, using you as his twisted plaything, was even worse than if he had threatened to hurt you and Bruce couldn't let that happen, he couldn't allow the Joker to take you from him

He stepped closer, his grip on the clown tightening, his fury growing

"That's so worse" - he whispered coldly and angrily

"Why?" - The joker asked him calmly acting like a fool again as licking his lips by his tongue

But suddenly Bruce had enough and punched the joker making James Gordon and his teammates shocked from everything started turning into something else

James Gordon tried to get inside the room but Bruce put a chair against the door making it so hard to open the door

The Joker didn't even flinch at the punch, seeming to find the sudden burst of rage hilarious He was enjoying himself, savoring Bruce's rage and watching his opponent lose control

But the Joker knew Bruce was getting dangerously close to the edge, and he finally decided to act

“Enough” - he screaming angrily and firmly, as he effortlessly moved the chair aside, blocking the door open like nothing

“She may be yours, but you sure as hell cannot control her like a possession” - the Joker mocked him

The Joker's words cut deep

Bruce couldn't deny that you was your own person, with your own desires and choices. And if you desired the Joker in more ways than one, there wasn't much he could do about it

"But she wouldn't" - he said defensively, wanting to deny the possibility

"She wouldn't fall for someone like you, someone twisted and manipulative," - Bruce continued hastily, wanting to defend you and his faith in you

The Joker's words pierced straight to Bruce's heart

It was his deepest fear, and he had never allowed himself to express it or even admit it

But in that moment, the Joker could see the fear beneath the surface, the insecurity that Bruce had kept buried inside

"What if she will stop loving you? What will you do then?" - The Joker mocked him, enjoying the sight of seeing him doubt himself and his trust in you

Bruce had never expected the Joker to attack him where he was most vulnerable: his relationship with you

And now, the joker had successfully sowed a small seed of doubt into Bruce's mind and exposed an underlying insecurity he had been suppressing

James Gordon and his teammates knew just how deep this struck Bruce because they knew him so well

They were aware of his fear of losing you, and now, the joker had exploited it ruthlessly

Because they know the soul of Bruce..

Bruces' anger was boiling over in a sudden surge, a flurry of emotions and thoughts running rampant through his head

His heart broke when he considered the possibility of losing you, of someone else having you...and the Joker saw just how deep it cut him

Anger filled every inch of his being, so intense that it threatened to rip him apart from the inside out as This rage was so powerful that it almost overwhelmed Bruce, sending him into a state of rage and hate that was pure animalistic

"Shut up" - Bruce shouted angrily making the joker eyes widen

Bruce's rage was unstoppable

His screams angrily, his voice growing muffled and distorted through the mask, filled with pure rage This wasn't the calm and composed Bruce Wayne that was accustomed to facing off against the joker

This was primal, primitive fury that was almost out of his control

The joker was pushing him further and further, feeding him anger with each word of twisted mockery, pushing him further and further into his rage

"You won't take her from me," - he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion and rage

And suddenly The joker took blow after blow as Bruce let out his fury on his opponent, his fists flying wildly and mercilessly

Bruce didn't care about the consequences, he didn't care about getting hurt

His only concern was getting to the joker. He was filled with such a blind rage that he was driven to a state of animalistic aggression where nothing could stop him

He threw punch after punch, each hit fueled by immense anger, raw emotion, and the desperate desire to protect you

James Gordon and his teammates watched with bated breath, wanting to step in but not knowing if it would be a good idea right now

James Gordon and his team kept a close eye on the clock, knowing that it was almost time for you to arrive at the station

James knew they could not just stand by and let the situation escalate, but at the same time, they did not want to disrupt a dangerous confrontation

As the minutes passed, the tension in the room grew, and everyone was filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety

No one knew what was going to happen, but the Joker was clearly enjoying the drama he had created and seemed eager to see how things played out

And suddenly you opened the door..

You entered because Bruce had asked you before to come but you never thought when you enter you will just seeing him trying to kill the joker like a beast

"Bat what are you doing" - You shouted as running to him trying to stop everything happening right now

Bruce heard your voice, causing him to freeze in his tracks as he felt your embrace, which stopped him from his intense assault on the joker

The joker watched with interest and amusement as Bruce finally stopped his fury and was finally pulled by your love

The Joker knew that this moment was important for the future of all three of them: Bruce, You, and himself

Bruce was still consumed with rage but he finally froze when he felt the warmth from her embrace

"Baby you shouldn't stopping me" - Bruce whispered softly but sadly

"Please calm down" - you explained calmly as rubbing his arms - "remember your rule about not killing any criminals no matter what"

"This bastard deserves to die" - Bruce shouted angrily as his rage overrode any logical thoughts, any self-control

It's made The joker just kept on grinning, amused by the display of rage and jealousy that was so rare coming from Bruce

The clown saw the struggle that was taking place between you and Bruce, between logic and emotion, between reason and his heart

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be just fine" - the Joker mocked in response to your words, taunting Bruce even more

"Please tell me what happened" - you asked him calmly and worriedly about him

"This bastard tried to take you from me" - Bruce replied to you harshly, still caught up in his rage and jealousy

The joker's grin remained in place, mocking, taunting, enjoying the tension and struggle between the both of you But he had also succeeded in sewing doubt and insecurity into Bruce's mind, pushing right to the breaking point

It's clear that your presence had only added to the problem, causing Bruce's rage to boil even further because he doesn't want you now to be here and let the joker eyes get you

"Listen" - You whispered as cupped his masked face - "you know him..he doesn't love anyone"

Bruce wanted to believe you and actually he needed to believe you

The truth was that he was afraid that the joker might have been right, that you might leave him for the Joker and The idea of losing you made him feel like he couldn't breathe

The way you was holding his face, looking into his eyes, you was bringing him back from the edge.

But the doubts were still there, the seeds of insecurity planted by the joker and now taking root in his mind

"Bruce he killed your parents don't you think he can kill you too by few lies" - you whispered as looking into his eyes

He listened to your words, his heart still racing but now calming somewhat

You made a good point about the joker being just and evil and a killer, able to kill with a few simple words But the fear and doubt had still taken hold in his mind

What if you is falling under the Jokers spell What if the joker is twisting the truth?

The possibility of losing you terrified Bruce so much

"But what if you" - he whispered softly trying to continue talking but you cut him off

"No" - you cut him calmly as put your finger on his lips- "Before meeting you i didn't choose the joker because i don't want him"

"Same thing after being with you Bruce I'm not just your girlfriend or your future wife" - you continue - "I'm your sidekick and i will never choose villain or someone killed your parents"

Bruce's face softened at your loving words He knew you was right, no matter what the joker had thrown at him, you still chose him.

You still stood by his side, never wavering

His fears might have been planted in his head, but his heart had not wavered. You was his and he was yours in every way

You was his love, his soulmate, and his everything you never failed to fill his heart with pure joy and love

Finally Bruce had let go of the intense rage that had consumed him

He hugged you back tightly, enjoying your touch and feeling your warmth against his body.

There was no more doubt, no more fear, and no more jealousy It was just the two of you finally reunited in peace, love, and trust

The joker was surprised by this sudden shift in mood He had expected Bruce to stay in his rage and continue attacking him

But the Joker's plans were thwarted and his scheme failed because you came in the perfect time

"What the fuck" - the joker asked the both of you mockingly but angrily - "come on get mad again'

"Shut Up clown" - Bruce replied calmly but with a coldness that seemed to radiate off of him

The joker smiled at him in amusement He could see that he had pushed the right buttons in the past, but his time of tormenting the Bat was over

Bruce was done with the madness, the anger, the jealousy, and the manipulation. And he wasn't going back to that place

"I have realized something" - Bruce replied firmly in a surprisingly calm tone - "you can lie and manipulate, but my heart can not be fooled.

The Joker was taken aback by his calmness and confidence, a sharp contrast to his explosive rage just moments before

"You can try to mess with my mind as much as you want, but it won't work" - Bruce continued, his voice still firm but without the rage that only moments earlier had defined him

"With all my regards" - you explained politely as smiling cutely showing your white teeth

And then you just kicked the joker off on his face it's made Bruce was taken aback but couldn't help but smile at your sudden attack

The joker had always been able to provoke Bruce into a rage, with one comment here and a smirk there, but you as his girlfriend had just turned the tables

Your kick had been so sudden and unexpected that it caught the Joker off-guard as The joker stumbled backwards as her kick hit, and he cursed aloud in frustration and anger

Yes you was too kind and beautiful to made everyone falling in love with you and Bruce was the one who loved you more then anything or anyone else

Everyone can fall in love with you but Bruce own you because even good people like him love you

And even bad people like the joker can too but the joker type was..

Wrong Person

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straddles kiryu on his lap as goromi.

“ Hiii ;)”

/ / unprompted.

His heart skipped a beat as he went from relaxed to alert in an instant, sitting up immediately.

To say that Kiryu was expecting Goromi to APPEAR--and STRADDLE HIS LAP even--couldn't have been any farther from the truth. His guard had been lowered because he was seated in familiar, even comfortable, surroundings, and that was the only reason he was in the situation he was in right now, period.

However, there was two men battling within him:

the better man, that was ready to stand up and push Goromi-chan off him--gently, of course because she was a lady--

and the weak man, who actually wanted to ... sit a while, let Goromi-chan do as she pleased because they'd had a nice time when he'd visited the club--

and yet, he knew that if he touched her, this could go from bad to worse in milliseconds, but distance was needed. NOW.

The worst man had yet to make his appearance within Kiryu, and it seriously, seriously had to stay that way.

Large, calloused hands were quick to grab hold of Goromi's thighs--no, hips--no, shoulders--no, HIPS GODDAMNIT--and pushed her back because like HELL was anything going to awaken.

Sadly, his brain was running on sheer embarrassment--and his ears were positively CHERRY RED--

TOO MUCH CLOSENESS--

"G - Goromi-chan, this--this is very forward of you," Kiryu was quick to say, turning his head off to the side. "H--haven't seen you in a while, so maybe ... you've been seeing other men?"

Would it throw her off? Maybe.

God, Kiryu hoped so.

She was just--TOO FUCKING CLOSE.

#majidog #the weight of the dragon upon his back / ic.#verse tbt.#with a strong voice and determined mind / ask replies.#kiryu vc: goromi: 1 fear #OH MY GOD SOMEONE HELP HIM //#blooming steadily amidst a bond of split blood and hardened fists / goro&kaz (majidog).

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poweringthroughthis · 6 months

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dominated by my boss | matthew kim

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI!

ship: big matthew(BM) x male reader

desc: m/n has spent way too long fantasizing about his hot boss, Matthew Kim. Despite being on friendly terms with the muscle hunk, he can't help but dream about being ravished by the giant god.

m/n knows it's completely unethical of him, but maybe he's luckier than he thought.

The office was alive with activity, the sounds of keyboard strokes and phone conversations filling the air. In his cubicle, m/n sat staring blankly at his computer screen, his mind elsewhere. His heart raced as he imagined BM walking past his desk once again. He couldn't help but steal glances at his attractive boss whenever he got the chance. Each time their eyes met, m/n felt a jolt of excitement shoot through him. It was evident that BM noticed him too, despite his attempts to remain discreet.

As they shared a quick glance, their eyes locked, and m/n felt heat spread throughout his entire body. He could feel his cheeks flush red as he tried to focus on his work. But no matter how much he told himself to stay professional, images of BM dominating him kept flashing before his eyes. It wasn't just lust that filled him; there was also fear mixed in there - fear of rejection perhaps? Despite these conflicting feelings, he knew he had to try somehow.

"Hey," he said nervously, catching his attention. BM turned slowly towards him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "Um...well you know...we should probably discuss something." m/n's voice faltered slightly, causing him to blush even more deeply. He couldn't believe he was trying to get his boss to sleep with him. His boss with huge biceps, that seemed to rip through the fabric of his dress shirt every time he folded his arms, his boss with thighs so thick they left no room for air in BM's grey linen pants, his boss with a height of over 6 ft that made m/n imagine how it would make him feel as he towered over the younger male, most importantly; his boss with a chest so big, m/n wanted nothing but to squeeze and suck on it for hours.

Matthew smirked slightly, clearly amused by m/n's awkwardness. Yet there was something in his gaze that made m/n hopeful – a glimmer of interest perhaps? Determined to find out if there was any possibility of them becoming more than just boss and employee, m/n gathered his courage and continued speaking. "I think we might have some things to talk about outside of work..." BM raised an eyebrow in surprise at this suggestion. It seemed like he hadn't expected such forwardness from him, despite the both of them having numerous subtle touches for the past few weeks.

However, instead of dismissing him outright, BM listened intently as the seemingly shy male revealed his deepest desires. He admitted how he longed for someone strong and confident enough to take charge completely. Someone like BM, who could make him submit entirely without ever hesitating or showing mercy. At first, BM looked surprised by this admission, but gradually, a smile started forming on his lips. He found himself intrigued by the thought of taming this meek young man who turned out to be extremely freaky underneath. Finally, he replied with determination written all over his face, "Alright then.

I accept your offer." The words fell like sweet music to m/n's ears, as he allowed himself to imagine what exactly BM meant by accepting his proposal. As they walked away from the office together, both men couldn't help but exchange glances that spoke volumes about the intensity of emotions running through them. It was clear that both parties were eager to explore the boundaries of their newfound connection beyond the confines of their workplace. Inside BM's car, the silence hung heavy between them for several moments. Both men were lost in their own thoughts while anticipation built up inside them.

Suddenly, BM broke the silence by asking softly, "So where do you want to go?" m/n swallowed nervously before replying, "I don't really care. Wherever you want to take me will be fine." This statement only served to fuel BM's desire further. With determination etched across his features, he drove swiftly towards his destination. All along the journey, neither of them uttered another word, allowing tension to simmer beneath the surface.

As soon as they arrived at their destination, BM took charge without hesitation. He yanked m/n forward roughly, pressing their crotches together, successfully arching m/n's back and proceeded to tear m/n's top into pieces.

He moaned shamelessly at BM's manly display of strength. His boss could easily throw him around like a rag doll and it turned m/n on to no end.

BM grabbed m/n by his wrist and dragged him towards the bedroom. Without breaking stride, he slapped m/n's face, making him stumble. The words coming out of BM's mouth about what he was going to do to his innocent employee almost made the younger cum already.

BM made sure to cover every inch of m/n's face and chest with spanks, leaving him bruised and red. m/n could hardly believe what was happening. BM was mercilessly beating him up, without even trying to hide it. And yet, he couldn't stop himself from wanting more. Noticing the change in the smaller's expression, BM grabbed his hair forcefully and pulled his head backwards, forcing him to look him straight in the eye. There was no doubt in BM's mind now. He was not letting m/n escape this time.

m/n pressed his hands against the older's chest, realizing why exactly he was called 'Big Matthew'. He began fondling it and latching his mouth on his nipples, sucking aggressively. BM threw his head back in pleasure as the younger continued to worship him.

This lasted for about 20 minutes, during which m/n made sure to cover every inch of Matthew's Adonis-like body with his tongue.

Stimulated enough, BM wrapped his thick hand around m/n's throat, the other hand going around his waist. He had the younger's back pressed into his hard chest as he growled out in his ear.

"You'll get fucked so hard and so good that you won't even remember your name after this. You'll beg me to fuck you harder, even though you can barely breathe! You'll say that I'm the only one who understands you!" My dick will create a bulge in your stomach as you'll feel like I'm breaking you into two. Then I'll slam my cock down your throat, even though you haven't finished breathing properly! Then I'll turn you over, put my weight on you, and force myself deep inside your asshole until you're literally bursting.

And I'll never let you cum until I decide it's time." BM released m/n's throat, grabbing him by his hair again and smacking his face. "Then I'll grab onto your ass and spread your cheeks wide open, fucking you in that tight little hole until you beg me to stop. But I won't stop. Instead, I'll pull your ass apart even more and shove my finger into your tight little anus while my cock is still buried inside you!

I'll fuck you until your muscles start shaking uncontrollably. I'll keep pounding away until your body starts to tremble and you can feel my cock all the way up in your throat. Just wait until I rip your hole apart, leave you sore." The hunk seethed, all while m/n's cock twitched uncontrollably at the giant's lewd words.

BM gropes m/n's ass, squeezing it harshly in his large hands. "I'm going to destroy this ass, so much that you'll beg me to carry you since you wouldn't be able to walk." BM lifted him by his ass, as the smaller remained in a standing position, feet now dangling in the air. m/n was so turned on by BM's strength that he spurted a few shots of precum untouched.

He all but dragged m/n to the bed and flipped him over so that his subordinate was lying face down on the mattress. He lifted m/n's abdomen and buried his face into his little, round ass, eating him out like a madman, making m/n's breath hitch in his throat.

He thrust his large fingers in and out, stretching him, preparing him for what was to come. m/n squirmed and whimpered, rocking back and forth, grinding his hips against the mattress. BM hooked his forearms under his knees, his biceps flexing as he lifted m/n in the air and stood up. He knew that the skinny male loved to see how easy it is for BM to hold him up and fuck him senseless. "you like that, you little whore? you like being handled like a doll?"

m/n moaned a "fuck yes daddy, give it to me" breathlessly. BM growled and spat on his face, continuing to devour him.

He pulled his fingers out and tossed m/n back onto the bed. He crawled onto the mattress, straddling him, holding him down. He grabbed a fistful of hair and forced his head up, exposing his throat, making him look at him. "Now beg for my cock," BM commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

m/n's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. "Please fuck me, Matthew. Please. I want you inside me. I need it. I need to feel your cock in my ass. I'm yours. Take me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want with me." He pleaded desperately, tears forming in his eyes.BM smiled wickedly, releasing his grip, allowing his head to fall back onto the pillows. "Good boy."

He reached between them, lining himself up, pressing the tip against m/n's entrance. "Relax," he whispered, pushing forward, entering him slowly, inch by inch.

The h/c-colored male whimpered, arching his back, trying to take him deeper. BM's cock was huge, filling him completely. It stretched him wider than anything he'd ever felt before. It burned a little, but he welcomed the pain, knowing it would soon give way to pleasure. He gasped, clinging tightly to BM's shoulders, digging his nails into the thick muscle. BM kept filling, un-filling and refilling the horny male's cunt for hours on end.

After what seemed like days, BM roared, slamming into him one final time, emptying his load deep inside of him. He collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, kissing his forehead softly.

"That's right," he whispered, stroking his hair, soothing him. "You're mine. You're so perfect for me baby. I fucking love you."

"and i'm sorry if i went too overboard. next time, we'll set safe words and talk limits" he assured the smaller male underneath him, who seemed to enjoy the larger man's weight on top of him.

"don't sweat it. i loved it so much. all of it."

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astrxq · 7 months

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chad x reader who’s dewey’s god daughter

she’s been distant lately and after an incident at a frat party he comes to check up on her and she apologizes out of nowhere and he’s all confused and she just vents and cries about how guilty she feels

(maybe she’s the one who called dewey instead of gale and that’s why she feels guilty)

a shoulder to lean on

chad meeks x reader

notes: warnings: (underage drinking, mention of scars, slight mention of weed, drunk!reader) i think that's all?? ughh i don't really like this but the lack of chad fics is criminal

words: 2.6k

Maybe letting Tara get you a drink hadn't been such a good idea; the taste of pure vodka with a hint of lemonade burned your throat, making you involuntarily wince. You turned to Tara, who was smirking mischievously, clearly amused by your reaction.

"You alright there?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

You coughed lightly, trying to regain your composure. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it to be that strong," your voice is slightly hoarse.

Tara chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "You said you wanted something strong, didn't you?"

You managed a weak smile, nodding in acknowledgment. You figured you'd get used to the taste, just like Tara seemed to have from the looks of it. Her pirate headwrap was about to fall off her head, and she had been talking and dancing with people she barely knew all night, even introducing you to three or four "new friends" she had made.

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean 'knock-me-off-my-feet' strong," you retorted. Tara laughed, taking a sip from your cup before walking back to a new target to befriend.

As Tara disappeared into the dancing crowd, you took another sip of the potent cocktail, determined to get through it. Trying to make your way to the couch where Mindy sat with her new girlfriend, you bumped into a few people along the way, each one giving you a dirty look or a friendly nod as the brim-filled drink spilled a bit every time you brushed past someone.

While trying to pat your dress dry, you didn’t pay any mind to Chad calling your name, only noticing his presence when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see a tipsy-looking Chad with a cowboy hat on his head, the varsity jacket now long gone.

He reached out his hand to flick the cat ears perched on your head. "Nice ears," he slurred, grinning widely. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

“Nice hat,” he grinned, his hand moving to your waist, and the other one reaching for your cup. “I thought you were coming with Tara?”

“Yeah, she’s…” you gestured around the crowded room, “I might've lost her.”

Chad chuckled, his laughter slightly slurred from the alcohol. "Classic Tara," his hand squeezed your waist, making you look at him. "Well, you're not alone now. What are we drinking?" he asked, his eyes scanning the cup he'd just taken from you.

You shrugged. "Vodka and lemonade," you replied, gesturing to the cup. "Consider yourself warned, it's pretty intense."

He gave you a look before chugging some of the drink, immediately cringing. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. "Told you," you teased.

Chad’s roommate approached, a cardboard costume covering most of his tall frame, and he rambled about how the loud music mixed with whatever shots Chad and him had done before made his head hurt.

You couldn’t help but zone out, taking small sips of your drink and trying to ignore the taste as you stared at Chad. The whole friend group had been through so much in Woodsboro, and you couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t seem to be hurting as much as you were.

The stab scars on your left arm and your stomach felt like a constant reminder of that hospital. Of Dewey. As you continued to pretend to listen to Chad's roommate's complaints about his throbbing head, your mind drifted to the events of the past year.

The Woodsboro incident had left you scarred, both physically and emotionally. The loss of Dewey had hit you hard, and the memories of that terrifying night still haunted your dreams. You couldn't shake the feeling that the danger wasn't entirely over, and you had become more vigilant and cautious, constantly looking over your shoulder.

Sam was the only one that knew about the nightmares that left you shaking and sweaty with fear about the masked killer and your godfather. And she made sure to reassure you that you weren’t going insane, that she also had those dreams. Sometimes, when you get in your head, you can feel the scars start to hurt again, you remember the pain, the fear, and the loss all too vividly.

You only focused back on the conversation when you felt Chad’s arm wrap around your shoulders, and a single tear on your cheek, which you quickly wiped before the boys could notice it. The topic had changed from Ethan’s poor alcohol tolerance to Chad forgetting to take his dorm keys.

Chad continued to talk to Ethan, while keeping his arm around you and his thumb tracing eight-figures on your shoulder. You leaned into his side, taking solace in his presence. The relentless pounding of the music and the swirling chaos of the party seemed to fade into the background as you felt the soothing rhythm of his thumb and the drink that, just like Tara promised, didn’t taste so strong now.

Soon enough, Ethan was dragged away by a smiley Anika, begging him to dance because Mindy refused to. “What’s up?” Chad asked, moving your hair behind your ears and cupping your face.

“Hm?” “You’re really quiet,”

You sighed softly, gazing into Chad's eyes as you tried to remind yourself that this is just how Chad was, touchy and flirty. "Just tired, I guess," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded in understanding, his hand gently stroking your cheek.

“Do you want to leave? I can walk you.”

You looked around at the swirling, chaotic party and then back at Chad, his expression filled with concern. The offer was tempting, and you appreciated his consideration, but you couldn't help but feel that you needed to confront your fears and the memories that still haunted you.

"I appreciate it, Chad," you said, a soft smile touching your lips, "but I think I need to stay here a bit longer. I'm not ready to let this party beat me." you joked.

He eyed you for a second, hesitating, before letting go of you and giving you a smile. “Let’s find Tara, yeah?”

Finding Tara, giggly and sharing a joint with Mindy outside, also meant that Chad saw the beer-pong game you walked by on the way. “Ohhh, I see something I like.” he said, dragging you towards the table as the girls started a joke-telling competition in gibberish.

Tara and Mindy's laughter echoed in the background as you and Chad approached the table. Two sweaty boys on one side of the table, dabbing each other up and chugging drinks to celebrate their win.

Chad grabbed a nearby ping pong ball and turned to you with a mischievous grin. "You ever played beer pong before?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You chuckled, feeling a bit of adrenaline rush through you. “Uh… I've seen it in movies. Does that count?" you replied. He shrugged, “Eh, I’ll teach you.” He passed by a couple to stand on the opposite side to the boys, holding two ping pong balls in his hand with a grin.

He handed you one of the balls, leaning closer so you could hear him talk. "Okay, so you see those cups over there?" He pointed to the triangle of red Solo cups arranged at the far end of the table, each filled with beer. "We throw the ping pong balls into their cups. If we make it, they drink. If they make it, we drink."

You stared up at him, feeling fuzzy because of the drink Tara had made you earlier and because of how close he was standing, his chest almost touching your back. “Ready?” you hesitated, not really trusting your tipsy aim, but Chad gave your hip a squeeze before focusing on the cups again.

Chad took over, having sobered up enough to not miss his shots. You, on the other side, missed enough shots to empty your cups, "Alright, don't worry," Chad reassured you, a playful grin on his face. "You're getting the hang of it. Just focus on the cups and take your time."

Feeling the alcohol begin to take its toll, you hoped your drunken state didn’t lead to an embarrassing display. You aimed for the last cup, missing by mere inches. The beer pong ball bounced off the rim and rolled across the table. Chad leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Don't worry, it's all in good fun. We can make a comeback."

His warm breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else – the scars, the nightmares, and the chaos of the party. It was just you and Chad, engaged in a playful game with the world fading away.

And just like that, it downed back on you, all at once.

Chad must have noticed the change in your demeanor because he gently took your hand, his touch offering a reassuring anchor in the midst of the emotional storm. “Hey, hey, it’s fine. It’s just a game.”

Your eyes met Chad's, his gaze warm and understanding, but you could see the concern etched in his expression. The chaos of the party seemed to intensify around you, the laughter and music becoming a cacophony that threatened to drown you. The weight of the past year bore down on you, the memories of that terrifying night in Woodsboro, the loss of Dewey, and the constant guilt that ate at you for calling Dewey for help.

He wrapped an arm around you, “You drank too much,” he said, putting down the cup you were holding because of your last miss. “Let’s get some air.”

Chad led you away from the beer pong table, guiding you through the crowd of partygoers. The night air felt cool against your skin as you stepped outside. The chaotic sounds of the party faded behind you, and he led you outside with a strong hold on your hand, and an arm around your waist.

You took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind and steady your racing heart. "I'm sorry,"

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We all have our moments."

He didn’t say anything when you stayed quiet, looking down as he walked you to your dorm. Once you reached the building, Chad stopped and turned to face you, “Keys?”

You fumbled around in your bag for a moment before finally locating your dorm keys. You handed them to Chad with a grateful smile. "Thanks," you said, still feeling a bit overwhelmed.

You stepped inside your dorm, and Chad followed. The room was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. You sat down on your bed, and Chad took a seat beside you. He didn't say anything for a moment, allowing you to collect your thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, he rubbed your back, “Why?”

“For Dewey.”

Chad's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Hey, don't blame yourself for what happened to Dewey. None of this was your fault," he said in a soothing tone, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. "We all lost someone we cared about last year, and we're all still trying to come to terms with it. It's okay to feel the way you do."

Wiping at the tears that covered your face, you hiccuped as Chad stared at you. "I know, but sometimes it's just hard to shake that guilt, you know?"

“None of us blame you for what happened. Dewey was trying to protect us all, including you.”

Chad pulled you into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. "We all have those thoughts, but it doesn't change what happened. You're not alone in this, okay? We're here for you."

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands like he’d done earlier that night. “Why haven’t you told us about this?”

“Sam knows,” your voice broke as you shrugged your shoulders, “but I didn't want to burden everyone with it. We've all been through so much, and I didn't want to add to the weight on your shoulders."

Chad's eyes held a mixture of concern and understanding. "You're not a burden, and you shouldn't have to go through this alone," he said softly. "and we've got your back. That's what friends are for."

He kissed your forehead, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back to give you a small smile. “You know we all love you, right?” you stayed quiet, not really knowing what to say. You’d distanced yourself from the group since the murders, not enough for them to stop talking to you, but seeing their faces made you go back to that night.

"I do," you finally whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. "I love you all too."

Chad's thumb gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks, “I’ll make you something to eat, yeah? So the alcohol goes away a bit.” you nodded and he kissed where your tears had been just seconds before he wiped them.

While Chad prepared a simple meal, you took the opportunity to wash your face and change into more comfortable clothes. When you returned to the kitchen, the aroma of grilled cheese sandwiches filled the air, making your stomach rumble. He handed you a plate with a smile, and you both sat down at the small table in your dorm room.

“Thank you," you said, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would've done without you tonight."

Chad smiled, "Of course,”

As you both finished your sandwiches, Chad cleared the plates and put them in the sink. You watched him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You're a great cook," you remarked, genuinely impressed.

Chad chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, I've had a lot of practice. Ethan is a horrible cook."

You appreciated his lightheartedness and humor. It was moments like these that made you feel like you could truly escape the darkness that had been haunting you. "I'm glad you're in my life, Chad."

His smile widened, and he approached you, gently cupping your face. "I'm glad I'm in your life too," he said, his voice filled with warmth. He squished your cheeks with his hand, pushing you to chuckle as he showered your face with kisses. “So, so glad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and he pulled you back in for another hug. After a while, you both pulled away from the hug, but Chad kept his arm around your shoulders, his touch grounding you.

“So, what now?" you asked, looking up at Chad, feeling a sense of peace you hadn't felt in a while.

"Well, we could watch a movie, or we could just sit here and talk. It's up to you."

You considered your options for a moment, feeling the weight of the past year slowly lifting from your shoulders.

"A movie sounds good," you finally replied, a genuine smile gracing your lips as Chad played with your fingers before standing up to lead you to the couch. He places another lingering kiss on your forehead as you sit together, his arms wrapped around you and, just for a moment, you think about how he makes you feel safe, how his presence eases the ache in your heart, even if just for a little while.

The two of you settled on the couch, wrapped up in blankets, with a comforting movie playing in the background. Chad's arm remained around your shoulders, offering silent support as you both immersed yourselves in the storyline. Occasionally, he'd squeeze your shoulder or run his fingers through your hair, a wordless reassurance that he was there.

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doumadono · 9 months

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Giving you piggyback rides with... Prohero!Kirishima with fellow Pro fem!reader! I'd like to ask for a short fic.

Love you and congrats again! 🐺💖

A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: during a fight against villains, you injured your knee. Eijiro made sure your knee was treated, and afterwards, he ensured you got back home safely A/N: thank you, love! Trust me, if I could, I would give you everything! Nevertheless, I hope you'll enjoy this tiny, fluffy fic ♥

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You sat on the cold pavement, your knee throbbing in pain as the adrenaline from the battle subsided. The successful mission had left the city center safe, but it had taken a toll on you. Your fellow Prohero, Kirishima, rushed to your side with concern etched on his face.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kirishima's deep voice resonated with worry as he knelt beside you, his red hair falling gently over his eyes.

"I'll be fine, just twisted my knee during the fight," you replied, trying to put on a brave face despite the pain.

Kirishima's strong and chiseled features softened as he examined your injury. "You shouldn't push yourself too hard, you know? Let me help you back to the agency."

You nodded, appreciating his concern. As a fellow Prohero, you had shared countless battles and trained together. Kirishima was known for his unwavering determination and strength, making him an invaluable asset during missions. Today, he had proved once again why he was the hero you admired the most.

Gently, Kirishima scooped you up into his arms, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all. His muscles flexed under his costume, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety being held in his arms.

"Are you comfortable?" Kirishima asked with a hint of worry as he began to walk towards the agency's headquarters.

You smiled warmly. "Yes, thank you, Kirishima. You're a lifesaver."

He chuckled, his smile infectious. "Just doing my duty as your partner," he said, and you could hear the genuine care in his voice.

The streets were still filled with the aftermath of the battle, but you didn't mind. The sight of Kirishima, the hero with a heart of gold, carrying you through the chaos made everything seem peaceful. People cheered and thanked both of you for saving the city, and their words only served to strengthen your admiration for Kirishima.

As you approached the agency's headquarters, Kirishima gently set you down on a nearby bench. He crouched down in front of you, concern etched on his face once more. "Is there anything I can get you? Water, first aid?" he asked, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Just some water would be great," you replied, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Kirishima dashed inside and returned with a bottle of water. As you sipped the cool liquid, he sat down beside you, leaning in slightly. "You were amazing out there," he said, admiration evident in his voice. "Your dedication and courage inspire me every day, truly, Y/N."

Blushing, you looked away. "Thanks, Eijiro. But I couldn't have done it without you. You were incredible out there too."

His face turned a faint shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head. "Heh, thanks. We make a great team, don't we?"

"We really do," you agreed, a soft smile on your lips.

After a while, your knee felt better, and you knew you should head inside for proper medical attention. However, you couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave Kirishima's side. Being carried by him had brought a new sense of intimacy, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than ever.

As if reading your mind, Kirishima stood up and extended a hand to help you up. "Come on, let's get that knee checked out."

You took his hand, and he pulled you up with ease. Inside the agency, you received the medical care you needed, and your knee was wrapped in bandages. As you emerged from the infirmary, Kirishima was waiting for you with that warm smile of his.

"I guess I should head home now," you said with a hint of reluctance. "It's been a long day."

"Actually," Kirishima began, "I thought maybe I could walk you home. Or, um, carry you home again if you're still in pain."

You couldn't help but smile at his offer. "I'd love that, Eijiro. But I don't want to cause you problems…"

He grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes. "Are ya joking? Hop on." Kirishima crouched down, gesturing for you to hop on his back.

With a light leap, you hopped onto Kirishima's back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood back up. The world shifted as you were lifted into the air, and you couldn't help but feel giddy like a child again. This time, you didn't mind the pain in your knee as much, for the joy of being with Kirishima far outweighed any discomfort.

As he carried you through the city once again, you couldn't help but reflect on how lucky you were to have such a caring and strong partner. With Kirishima by your side, you felt invincible, both in battle and in life. You rested your chin on his shoulder, enjoying the view from a different perspective.

After reaching your apartment, Kirishima gently set you down on the ground, ensuring you were steady on your feet. The pain in your knee had subsided a bit, but you knew you still needed to take it easy.

"Thank you so much for carrying me all the way here, Eijiro," you said, grateful for his support and care.

He blushed at your words, his ears turning slightly red as well. "Ah, it was nothing, really. I couldn't just leave you to struggle, you know?"

You smiled warmly and, feeling a rush of affection, leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Kirishima's blush deepened, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You don't have to thank me," he mumbled, his voice a mix of embarrassment and delight.

"But I want to," you replied, gazing into his eyes. "You're always there for me, Kirishima. I appreciate everything you do, big or small."

His bashful demeanor melted away, replaced by a warm and genuine smile. "Well, I'm glad I can be there for you. You mean a lot to me, and I'll always support you, no matter what."

You felt your heart swell with affection for the amazing hero standing before you. Without a second thought, you reached out and took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers.

"Thank you for being the best partner and friend anyone could ask for," you said, sincerity lacing every word.

Kirishima's smile grew wider, his grip on your hand tightening gently. "And thank you for being an incredible hero and an even more incredible person. I'm lucky to have you in my life."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. In that moment, you realized just how deep your feelings ran for Kirishima, and you knew that the kiss you had shared earlier was just the beginning of something special.

As the evening turned into night, you both stood there, hand in hand, basking in the newfound connection between you. There were no words necessary, for the unspoken understanding and affection were enough to fill the air around you.

With a soft smile, Kirishima leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a silent promise of his support and love. And in that simple gesture, you knew that you had found someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin.

From that day on, giving you piggyback rides became a cherished tradition between you and Kirishima. Whether it was after a mission or simply spending time together, being carried by him symbolized the unwavering support and love you shared. And as the days turned into months and months into years, your bond with Kirishima only grew stronger, proving that heroes not only save the world but also each other's hearts. You faced countless battles together, each victory strengthening the love between you. And on quieter days, you'd steal moments of tranquility, simply enjoying each other's company, knowing that you were each other's safe haven in a world filled with chaos. Together, you found strength in each other's presence, and with Kirishima by your side, you knew that anything was possible. You had not only found a hero but a partner, a confidant, and a love that would endure any obstacle.

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muiitoloko · 2 months

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I love you

Summary: The truth is that you two still love each other.

Pairing: Harry ( love actually ) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Anguish, sadness, jealousy, and smut.

Author's Notes: Hey there, buckle up because I've got another epic chapter featuring Harry from Love actually. Yep, I know I tend to go a tad overboard with my storytelling, but hey, when inspiration strikes, I just can't help myself! 😅 But let's put a lid on that chatter and dive straight into the juicy stuff, shall we? And oh, I didn't proofread this out of laziness, so there must be some mistakes there, I'll proofread it eventually, but not now.

First, Second and Fourth part here.

As you pulled away from the hug, wiping away your tears, you turned to the judge, your voice shaking slightly as you declared your decision to proceed with the divorce.

"I want to go through with the divorce," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, but firm with resolve.

Harry's protests fell on deaf ears as you took the pen and hesitated for a moment, memories of his betrayal flooding your mind, fueling your determination to see this through. The hurtful messages, the lies, the secrets—all came rushing back, giving you the strength to sign your name on each document without hesitation.

With each stroke of the pen, you felt a sense of closure, a finality to the chapter of your life that had been defined by pain and betrayal. And as you handed the pen to Harry, refusing to meet his gaze, you saw the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to accept the reality of what was happening.

Harry took the pen reluctantly, his hand trembling as he signed the papers, knowing that you had been through so much and that this was the only way forward. As he finished writing your name, he felt a profound emptiness wash over him, the weight of the divorce settling in with crushing force.

The judge took the papers, explaining the final details of the divorce settlement before handing the divorce certificate to both of you. With a heavy heart, you rose from your seat and made your way to the door, leaving Harry behind in the chair, staring blankly at the divorce certificate before him.

"Thank you, Your Honor," you murmured, your voice barely audible as you left the room, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

Harry remained seated for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on the divorce certificate in front of him. With a heavy sigh, he looked up at Judge Turpin, who met his gaze with a stoic, indifferent expression.

"I understand, Mister," Judge Turpin said, his voice firm yet tinged with sympathy. "But it's time for you to leave now."

Harry nodded silently, his heart heavy with regret and sorrow as he gathered his things and made his way out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, the reality of the divorce sinking in, he couldn't help but wonder what could have been, if only things had turned out differently. But deep down, he knew that some wounds were too deep to heal, some betrayals too painful to forgive. And with a heavy heart, he walked out of the courthouse, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a love that had once been so strong.

As Harry left the courthouse, clutching his divorce certificate, his steps heavy with the weight of the moment, he couldn't shake the image of you standing outside, waiting for a taxi. Despite the ache in his heart, he knew he couldn't let you go without at least offering to drive you home.

Approaching you tentatively, he hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to speak. "Can I... Can I give you a ride?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and desperation.

You glanced up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and reluctance. Clutching your purse and divorce certificate tightly, you hesitated before shaking your head. "I'm fine, I'll just wait for the taxi," you replied, your voice strained with emotion.

Harry felt a pang of disappointment, but he couldn't let you go without one last attempt to make things right. "Please," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't do anything. Just let me take you home."

You hesitated, torn between the desire to distance yourself from Harry and the faint flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for reconciliation. After a moment of silent contemplation, you relented with a resigned sigh. "Okay," you said quietly, following Harry to his car.

As you settled into the passenger seat, the silence between you was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Harry started the car and pulled away from the courthouse, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as he navigated the familiar streets towards your parents' house.

The journey passed in silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air. When you finally arrived at your destination, you made a move to get out of the car, eager to put some distance between yourself and Harry.

But before you could escape, Harry reached out and gently grasped your hand, his eyes pleading with you to listen. "I love you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I always will."

You looked at him, your heart aching with conflicting emotions. "I don't believe you," you replied bitterly, your voice tinged with frustration and sadness.

Harry's expression fell, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "I know I've hurt you," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "I was an idiot, I said things I didn't mean. But that doesn't change how I feel about you."

You clenched your fists, the urge to lash out at him almost overwhelming. "Why did you say those things, Harry?" you demanded, your voice trembling with anger. "Why did you hurt me like that?"

Harry hung his head, his eyes filled with shame. "I don't know," he admitted quietly. "I was stupid, I let my insecurities get the best of me. But I swear, I never stopped loving you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of frustration and sadness threatening to overwhelm you. "I want to hit you," you confessed, your voice choked with emotion. "I want to scream and yell and make you feel even a fraction of the pain you've caused me."

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I deserve it," he whispered. "If hurting me will help you heal, then I'll bear it. I'll bear anything."

For a moment, you looked at him, considering his words and the sincerity in his eyes. The image of your father's swift justice flashed in your mind, the memory of Harry's crooked nose a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal you had endured. Despite his pleading gaze and the faint glimmer of hope that lingered in your heart, you couldn't bring yourself to fully trust him again.

With a heavy sigh, you shook your head, the weight of your decision settling over you like a leaden cloak. "No," you said softly, your voice tinged with sadness and finality. "My father already did a great job on your nose."

Harry's lips twitched into a small smile, a hint of humor flickering in his eyes. "Well, I must say, I think it gives me a certain charm," he joked, his attempt to lighten the mood falling flat in the face of your solemn expression.

You looked at him, your heart aching with conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to believe that Harry could change, that perhaps there was still a chance for reconciliation. But the wounds he had inflicted ran deep, and you knew that trust once broken was not easily repaired.

Without another word, you reached out and touched his shoulder, a silent gesture of farewell. "Goodbye, Harry," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the night.

Harry's hand trembled as he reached up to stroke your cheek, his touch gentle and tentative. "Goodbye," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

In that moment, it was as if you were drawn to each other by some invisible force, the weight of years of love and pain pulling you together one last time. With a soft sigh, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the longing and regret that lingered between you.

As you kissed, the familiar sensation of Harry's glasses pressing against your face brought a flood of memories rushing back, memories of happier times when love had seemed like an unbreakable bond. But as you pulled away, the reality of your situation crashed down upon you with suffocating force, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the air.

Harry looked at you with pleading eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. "Is there really no chance for us, for me to make things right?" he asked softly, his gaze searching yours for any sign of hope.

You hesitated, torn between the desire to forgive and the need to protect yourself from further pain. "I don't know, Harry," you admitted, your voice thick with emotion. "But for now, goodbye."

With a heavy heart, you slowly opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a physical burden. As you turned to face Harry one last time, you saw the anguish etched into his features, a mirror of the pain that gnawed at your own heart.

For a moment, you stood there, frozen in place, unable to tear your gaze away from him. But then, with a resigned sigh, you turned away and began to make your way towards the familiar front door of your parents' house.

Behind you, you could hear the soft sound of Harry's voice calling out to you, a desperate plea tinged with sorrow and regret. But you couldn't bring yourself to respond, couldn't bear to face him any longer.

As you reached the front door, you fumbled for your keys, your hands shaking with a mixture of sadness and determination. With a final glance over your shoulder, you saw Harry still sitting in the car, his head bowed in defeat.

With a heavy heart, you opened the door and stepped inside, the familiar scent of home enveloping you like a comforting embrace. But despite the warmth and familiarity of your surroundings, you couldn't shake the sense of emptiness that lingered within you, a hollow ache that seemed to echo with every beat of your heart.

Meanwhile, as Harry watched from inside the car, a profound sense of emptiness settled over him like a heavy blanket, weighing down his already heavy heart. He banged his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, the dull thud echoing in the quiet confines of the car, a physical manifestation of the pain and regret that gnawed at his soul.

Despite his best efforts to put on a brave face and move on with his life, the reality of the divorce hit him with crushing force, leaving him feeling lost and adrift in a sea of sorrow. He had hoped against hope that there might still be a chance for reconciliation, but as he watched you disappear into the house, the finality of your decision washed over him with suffocating force.

With a resigned sigh, Harry started the car engine again, his mind consumed with thoughts of what could have been. Part of him wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol, to numb the pain and forget the ache in his heart even for just a fleeting moment.

But deep down, he knew that running away from his feelings would only prolong the agony, trapping him in a cycle of self-destructive behavior that would only serve to push him further away from the possibility of healing and redemption. And so, with a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, he drove home, knowing that he would have to face his demons head-on and confront the pain that threatened to consume him.

As he pulled into his driveway and turned off the engine, the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, suffusing the darkness with an oppressive sense of loneliness and regret. With a heavy sigh, Harry stepped out of the car and made his way inside, bracing himself for the long and difficult journey ahead.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, you found yourself gradually healing from the pain of the divorce. Being apart from Harry allowed you to focus more on yourself, and you threw yourself into your work with renewed determination. Eventually, you landed a good job and made the decision to move out of your parents' house, opting for a bachelor apartment where you could start fresh and forge your own path.

Living alone had its challenges, but you relished the newfound freedom and independence. No longer tethered to Harry or the responsibilities of maintaining a household, you embraced your new routine with gusto. Taking care of yourself became a priority, and you found solace in simple pleasures like cooking healthy meals, going for walks in the park, and indulging in your favorite hobbies.

Despite the busy days and fulfilling work, there were nights when the silence of your apartment felt overwhelming. Lying alone in your bed, you couldn't help but feel the absence of Harry's presence beside you. The memories of his embrace and the warmth of his touch lingered in the corners of your mind, a bittersweet reminder of the love you had once shared.

But you refused to dwell on the past, choosing instead to focus on the present and the future ahead. You threw yourself into socializing with friends, enjoying nights out on the town and creating new memories to replace the ones you had lost. Laughter became your medicine, and the support of your friends helped ease the ache in your heart.

Meanwhile, Harry found himself caught in a monotonous routine, the days blurring together in a haze of work and solitude. He tried his best to move on and heal, immersing himself in his career and the mundane tasks of daily life. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of you that haunted him at every turn.

Every corner of his house seemed to echo with the ghost of your presence, a constant reminder of the life he had lost. He tried to drown out the pain with distractions, ordering takeout and burying himself in work, but nothing seemed to ease the ache in his heart.

One day, in a moment of spontaneity, Harry decided to break free from his routine and venture out to a bar. He didn't have any expectations; he simply wanted a change of scenery and a chance to escape the suffocating solitude of his home.

As he walked into the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanned the room, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. And then, to his surprise and disbelief, he spotted you sitting at a table with a group of friends, your laughter ringing out like a beacon of light in the dimly lit room.

You looked beautiful, radiant even, and Harry couldn't tear his gaze away from you. Despite the passage of time, you still held a special place in his heart, a place that had never been filled by anyone else.

Feeling a surge of courage, Harry made his way to the bar and ordered a drink, his mind racing with uncertainty and anticipation. Should he approach you? Would you even want to see him after everything that had happened between you?

Before he could second-guess himself, Harry made a split-second decision and sent a drink over to your table, a silent gesture of reconciliation and longing. As the bartender delivered the drink, Harry watched nervously from afar, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for your reaction.

You were taken aback when the bartender approached your table, a mischievous glint in his eye as he delivered the news of the mysterious drink sender. Your friends erupted into laughter, teasing you mercilessly as they speculated about the identity of your admirer.

With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, you followed the bartender's gaze towards the bar, where he pointed out the man who had sent the drink. And there, amidst the dimly lit ambiance of the bar, stood Harry, looking surprisingly handsome with his slightly disheveled hair and the first buttons on his open blue shirt.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, a rush of conflicting emotions washing over you like a tidal wave. Despite everything that had transpired between you, the love you had once shared still lingered deep within your heart, refusing to be extinguished by time or circumstance.

As Harry caught your eye, a tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his gaze filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. For a moment, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him, captivated by the magnetic pull that seemed to draw you together despite the distance and pain that separated you.

Against all odds, you made a split-second decision, fueled by a mixture of nostalgia and longing. With a determined flicker in your eyes, you accepted the drink, raising your glass in a silent toast to Harry. And to your surprise, he returned the gesture with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with unspoken emotion.

Excusing yourself from your friends, you made your way through the crowded bar, each step bringing you closer to Harry and the possibility of reconciliation. As you approached him, your heart raced in your chest, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the air.

"Hi," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you stood before him, your eyes searching his for any sign of regret or longing.

"Hi," Harry replied, his voice filled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me."

You smiled, a bittersweet mixture of sadness and hope tugging at your heartstrings. "I wasn't sure either," you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But here we are."

Harry reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against yours in a silent gesture of comfort and reassurance. "I've missed you," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "More than words can say."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of years of love and pain crashing down around you like a tidal wave. "I've missed you too," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

In that moment, all the barriers and walls that had separated you melted away, leaving only the raw, unfiltered truth of your love for each other.

And as you and Harry sat at the bar, the hours seemed to fly by as you talked and laughed like you hadn't done in years. The conversation flowed effortlessly, each word a balm to the wounds that had festered between you for so long. It was as if time had stood still, allowing you to recapture the intimacy and connection that had once defined your relationship.

You told Harry about your job at the library, how you had found solace in the quiet aisles filled with books and stories waiting to be discovered. The passion in your voice was palpable as you spoke about your love for literature and your dream of one day writing a novel of your own. Harry listened attentively, his eyes lighting up with a familiar spark of admiration and pride.

"I remember when we used to talk about writing," Harry mused, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "It was always one of your dreams, to be a writer."

You nodded, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yes, it was," you admitted, your voice tinged with longing. "But life got in the way, I suppose."

Harry reached out and squeezed your hand gently, a silent gesture of understanding and support. "It's never too late to chase your dreams, you know," he said softly, his gaze locking with yours. "If anyone can do it, it's you."

You felt a surge of warmth at his words, a renewed sense of hope blossoming within you like a flower in bloom. Despite everything that had happened between you, Harry still believed in you, still saw the potential within you that you had long since forgotten.

As the night wore on, Harry opened up about his own struggles in the months since your divorce. His life had become monotonous and empty, a never-ending cycle of work and solitude that left him feeling adrift and alone. But despite the emptiness that had settled in his heart, he found solace in the memories of the love you had once shared.

"It's been tough," Harry confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "But seeing you tonight, it's reminded me of what I've been missing."

You reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, a tender gesture of comfort and reassurance. "I've missed you too, Harry," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

There was a moment of silence as you both let the weight of your words sink in, the air between you heavy with unspoken emotion. And then, with a hesitant smile, you broached the topic that had been lingering in the back of your mind since the moment you saw him.

"Are you seeing anyone?" you asked softly, your voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

Harry took a sip of his brandy, his expression thoughtful as he considered his answer. "No," he replied simply, his gaze steady as he met your eyes. "I haven't been with anyone since..."

Since Mia, you both knew without needing to say it aloud. The memory of Harry's infidelity hung between you like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and betrayal that had torn you apart.

You nodded, a flicker of skepticism in your eyes as you thought of the woman who had come between you. "What about Mia?" you asked cautiously. "Is she still in the picture?"

Harry's expression darkened at the mention of her name, his jaw clenched with frustration and regret. "No," he said tersely, his voice tinged with bitterness. "I fired her a few weeks after the divorce. I couldn't stand the sight of her."

You sighed softly, a pang of sympathy tugging at your heart. Despite everything that had happened between you, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the woman who had caused so much pain and heartache.

"I'm sorry, Harry," you murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in a silent gesture of comfort. "I know it must have been difficult for you."

Harry met your gaze, his eyes filled with gratitude and remorse. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But enough about me. What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" he asked softly, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

You shook your head, a faint blush creeping into your cheeks. "No," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But my mother seems determined to change that."

Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, his hand tightening around his brandy glass as he listened intently to your words. "Your mother?" he echoed, his tone filled with curiosity.

You nodded, a rueful chuckle escaping your lips. "Yes, my mother," you confirmed, shaking your head in disbelief. "I can't tell you how many times she's tried to set me up with some friend's son or another. It's exhausting, really."

Harry's lips twitched into a small smile, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sounds like your mother hasn't lost her matchmaking touch," he remarked, a note of nostalgia creeping into his voice.

You chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit bar. "No, she definitely hasn't," you agreed, a fond smile playing at your lips. "But I suppose it's her way of showing she cares."

Harry nodded in understanding, though the thought of you with someone else made his heart ache with a pang of jealousy and longing. He couldn't bear the idea of you moving on with someone new, of sharing your laughter and your dreams with anyone but him.

As the weight of his emotions settled over him like a heavy cloak, Harry took a sip of his brandy, the liquid burning a fiery path down his throat. He couldn't shake the image of you with another man from his mind, couldn't bear the thought of someone else holding your hand or making you smile.

"I can't imagine you with anyone else," Harry confessed quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "You've always been the one for me, even when I didn't realize it."

You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say in response to Harry's confession. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air between you, filling the space with a tangible sense of longing and regret. You glanced down at your martini glass, swirling the contents absently as you struggled to find the right words.

The bar clock caught your eye, and you realized with a start that it was already late. Glancing over at your friends' table, you saw that it was empty—all of your friends had left while you were lost in conversation with Harry.

"Looks like my ride left without me," you mentioned, a note of resignation creeping into your voice as you turned back to Harry.

He looked at you with a hint of concern, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Do you need a ride home?" he asked, his voice laced with sincerity.

You hesitated, skeptical of accepting his offer given the circumstances. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" you questioned, eyeing him carefully.

Harry leaned towards you, his tone low he spoke in that baritone voice that you always found sexy. "I've only had one glass of brandy all night," he reassured you, a faint smile playing at his lips. "I can hold my drink, trust me."

You remained skeptical, knowing all too well how easily one drink could turn into several. But despite your reservations, you couldn't deny the allure of the idea of spending more time with Harry, even if it was just a car ride home.

With a resigned sigh, you nodded reluctantly. "Okay, but promise me you'll drive carefully," you said firmly, your voice tinged with concern.

Harry nodded, his expression serious as he reached for his wallet to settle the bill. "I promise," he replied earnestly, his gaze locking with yours. "I'll get you home safely, I swear."

As Harry paid the bill and you gathered your things, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest. Despite the uncertainty of what lay ahead, there was a small part of you that dared to hope for a chance at reconciliation, a chance to mend the broken pieces of your relationship and start anew.

With a final glance around the bar, you followed Harry out into the cool night air, the distant hum of the city enveloping you like a familiar embrace. As you settled into the passenger seat of his car, the tension between you was palpable, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air like a silent prayer.

As Harry started the engine, the soft purr of the car filled the silence between you, a tangible reminder of the journey ahead. He glanced over at you, his gaze lingering on your profile as he mustered the courage to break the awkward silence.

"So, are you still living with your parents?" Harry asked tentatively, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You shook your head, a faint blush creeping into your cheeks. "No, I actually moved out a few months ago," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have a small apartment near the city center."

Harry's eyebrows lifted in surprise, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "That's great," he remarked, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm glad to hear you're starting fresh."

You returned his smile, though there was a hint of sadness in your eyes. "It's been an adjustment, but I'm managing," you admitted, your voice tinged with resignation.

As Harry pulled away from the curb, he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in the sight of you sitting beside him. Despite the pain and uncertainty that lingered between you, you looked beautiful, with your hair softly framing your face and the moonlight casting a gentle glow over your features.

But as his eyes trailed down to the skirt you were wearing, a pang of jealousy shot through him like a bolt of lightning. He couldn't help but imagine other men ogling at your legs or stealing glances at your backside, and the thought made his blood boil with irrational anger.

Quickly pushing aside his jealousy, Harry focused on the road ahead, his hands tightening around the steering wheel with a mixture of determination and frustration. He knew he had no right to feel possessive of you after everything that had happened between you, but the thought of anyone else laying eyes on you filled him with a primal urge to protect what was his.

As the GPS woman's voice instructed him to turn left, Harry obeyed without hesitation, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions. On one hand, he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips and lose himself in the depths of your gaze.

But on the other hand, he knew he had no right to intrude upon your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted was to push you away with his own selfish desires, especially when he knew he had already hurt you enough with his past mistakes.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry drove on in silence, the only sound filling the car the soft hum of the engine and the occasional instruction from the GPS woman. Meanwhile, you sat beside him, lost in your own thoughts as you watched the familiar streets of London pass by in a blur.

Despite the tension that hung heavy in the air between you, there was a sense of familiarity and comfort in being with Harry again. The years of shared memories and experiences had created an unbreakable bond between you, one that even the pain of betrayal couldn't erase.

As you gazed out the window, the city lights dancing in the darkness, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for you and Harry. Would you be able to move past the pain and betrayal that had torn you apart, or were you destined to remain forever trapped in the shadows of your past mistakes?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the way Harry's gaze lingered on you, his heart aching with longing and regret. Despite his best efforts to push aside his feelings, he couldn't deny the overwhelming desire to reach out and touch you, to hold you close and never let go.

But as the GPS woman's voice filled the car once again, Harry pushed aside his wayward thoughts and focused on the task at hand. With a determined flicker in his eyes, he continued to drive towards your apartment, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air like a silent promise of what could be.

As you neared your destination, Harry glanced over at you one last time, his heart swelling with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Despite the obstacles that lay ahead, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for redemption and forgiveness.

With a silent prayer in his heart, Harry turned his attention back to the road, determined to do whatever it took to make things right between you. And as the lights of your apartment building came into view, he felt a surge of determination wash over him, a newfound resolve to fight for the love that had always been worth fighting for.

Harry stopped the car and turned to you, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he met your gaze. You held your bag tightly, gratitude swelling in your chest as you thanked him for the ride. Harry nodded, brushing off your gratitude with a casual wave of his hand.

"It was nothing," he replied, his voice soft yet tinged with warmth. Despite the awkwardness that lingered between you, there was a sense of familiarity and comfort in his presence that you couldn't deny.

For a moment, you both sat in silence, unsure of how to say goodbye. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, suffusing the space between you with a tangible sense of uncertainty and longing. You shifted awkwardly in your seat, the urge to break the silence almost overwhelming.

Finally, you mustered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper as you bid Harry farewell. "Goodbye," you said awkwardly, your words hanging in the air like a silent prayer.

Harry watched you with a hint of sadness in his eyes, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. "Goodbye," he echoed softly, his voice tinged with regret as he watched you get out of the car and walk to the door of your apartment.

As you reached for the door handle, your fingers fumbling with the latch, you couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment at your own clumsiness. The damn stubborn door seemed to mock you with its refusal to cooperate, adding to the awkwardness of the moment.

But before you could fully open the door, Harry surprised you by stepping out of the car and coming to stand beside you. You looked up at him, surprised to see him so close, his presence towering over you like a protective shield.

"Let me help you with that," Harry offered gently, reaching out to take the key from your hand.

You handed him the key with a sheepish smile, feeling a flush of embarrassment at your own incompetence. "The door can be a bit stubborn sometimes," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Harry chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he struggled with the stubborn lock. Despite his best efforts, the door seemed determined to thwart his attempts, but he persevered, his determination unwavering.

After a few moments of struggle, Harry finally managed to coax the stubborn door open, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him, feeling a surge of affection for the man who had always been there for you, even in the smallest of ways.

"Thank you," you said gratefully, reaching out to take the key from him.

Harry's touch lingered on yours for a moment longer than necessary, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. In that moment, it was as if the air crackled with tension, the space between you charged with unspoken desire and longing.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull that drew you together, you dropped your bag to the ground and reached out to him, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the love and longing that still lingered between you.

Harry's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire. You moaned softly into his mouth, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

But as the kiss threatened to consume you both, you pulled away, your chest heaving with exertion as you struggled to catch your breath. "Come up with me," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper as you gazed up at him with pleading eyes.

Harry hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. "I want to," he admitted softly, his voice filled with longing. "But only if you're sure. I won't do it if you're not ready."

You were taken aback by his words, surprised by his sudden show of restraint. The old Harry would have jumped at the chance to go up to your apartment without a second thought, but this Harry was different. This Harry wanted to make sure that you were truly ready, that it wasn't just a fleeting desire or the alcohol talking.

You admired his newfound sense of self-awareness and respect, knowing that he was putting your needs and feelings above his own desires. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes of the growth and maturity that had taken root within him since the divorce.

"I appreciate that," you replied softly, your voice tinged with gratitude. "But I am sure. I want this, Harry. I want you."

With a silent nod, Harry leaned in to kiss you once more, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace that spoke of love and longing. And as you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a surge of hope and excitement for the future that lay ahead.

As you turned away from Harry, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins, your heart pounding with excitement at the prospect of finally being alone with him again. With a determined flicker in your eyes, you took Harry's hand and led him towards your apartment, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent gesture of reassurance and longing.

Harry let himself be carried away by the tide of emotion, his gaze fixed on your profile as you walked together in silence. Despite the awkwardness that lingered between you, there was a sense of familiarity and comfort in being with you again, a feeling that he had longed for since the day you left.

As you reached your apartment door, you turned to face Harry, a nervous smile playing at your lips as you fumbled with the keys. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air between you, suffusing the space with a tangible sense of anticipation and longing.

With a determined twist of the key, you finally managed to coax the stubborn lock open, the door swinging open with a soft creak. Harry watched you with a mixture of admiration and amusement, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips as he followed you inside.

You let out a relieved sigh as you stepped into the familiar warmth of your apartment, the scent of lavender and vanilla enveloping you like a comforting embrace. With a casual flick of your wrist, you tossed your bag aside, the action earning a raised eyebrow from Harry.

He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he surveyed the cluttered room. "I see you've embraced a more... carefree approach to tidiness," he remarked teasingly, his lips twitching into a playful smile.

You rolled your eyes in mock exasperation, a playful glint in your eyes as you shrugged off his comment. "Oh, hush," you replied teasingly, your voice tinged with laughter. "I can be messy if I want to be."

Harry grinned, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of your playful banter. Despite everything that had happened between you, there was still a spark of the old chemistry that had drawn you together in the first place, a connection that refused to be extinguished by time or circumstance.

As you leaned towards him once more, the air between you crackling with tension and desire, Harry's heart raced in his chest, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you. He couldn't deny the overwhelming urge to pull you close, to lose himself in the warmth of your embrace and forget about everything else for a while.

But as his fingers brushed against the buttons of your shirt, Harry hesitated, his gaze searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with concern.

You met his gaze with a determined flicker in your eyes, your lips curling into a confident smile as you reassured him of your desires. "I want this, Harry," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you."

A surge of relief washed over Harry at your words, his heart swelling with joy at the prospect of finally being with you again. "I want this too," he admitted softly, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

With a silent nod, you leaned in to kiss him once more, your lips meeting his in a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of the love and longing that still lingered between you. Harry's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his touch setting your skin ablaze with desire.

As the heat of the moment threatened to consume you both, you pulled away, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to catch your breath. "Let's take this to the bedroom," you suggested huskily, your voice thick with desire.

Harry's heart raced in his chest at your suggestion, his mind reeling with anticipation at the thought of finally being alone with you. With a silent nod, he followed you eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest as you led him towards the bedroom.

As you reached the door, you turned to face Harry, a playful glint in your eyes as you reached for the handle. "Ready?" you asked teasingly, your voice tinged with excitement.

Harry grinned, his heart pounding with anticipation as he nodded eagerly. "More than ready," he replied, his voice thick with desire.

As you opened the door to your dimly lit bedroom, Harry's lips met yours in a fervent kiss, the passion between you igniting like a wildfire. With a soft moan, you melted into his embrace, your fingers tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment.

Entering the bedroom together, Harry gently pushed you towards the bed, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you stumbled backward onto the soft mattress. But as soon as you landed on the bed, you let out a groan of discomfort, the pain of your heels finally catching up to you.

"Wait," you gasped, wincing as you kicked off your shoes. "These stupid heels are killing me."

Harry laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched you kick off your shoes. "Let me help you with that," he offered, bending down to untie his own shoes.

Once you were both free from the confines of your footwear, you returned to each other's arms, the heat of desire burning between you like a smoldering ember. With trembling hands, you began to undress each other, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of Harry's shirt as he kissed a trail along your neck.

His baritone voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his warm breath caressing your skin like a gentle breeze. With a sigh of contentment, you surrendered to the pleasure of his touch, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress as he explored every inch of your skin with his lips and hands.

As Harry's shirt was discarded to the floor, you couldn't help but admire the sight of him, his lean frame illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Despite the passage of time, he still looked as handsome as ever, his hooked nose and glasses adding to his rugged charm.

But as your eyes met his, you saw something deeper than just physical attraction—a longing and a hunger that mirrored your own. With a soft gasp, you reached out to him, your fingers trailing along the contours of his chest as you drank in the sight of him.

"You're beautiful," Harry murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in to kiss you once more. "I've missed you so much."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, the weight of his confession crashing down on you like a tidal wave. "I've missed you too," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

With a tender smile, Harry took your wrists in his hands, pinning them gently above your head as he hovered over you. His touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, the heat of desire pooling in the pit of your stomach as you surrendered to the pleasure of his touch.

As Harry's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake, you let out a soft moan of pleasure, your body arching towards his in silent invitation.

As you and Harry continued to explore each other's bodies, the intensity of your connection deepened with each touch and caress. With tender kisses and gentle whispers, Harry made love to you in a way that felt both familiar and new, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you both.

As he entered you, his cock filling you completely, you couldn't help but gasp at the sensation of being joined with him once more. The heat of his body pressed against yours, his hands roaming your skin with reverence and desire as he worshipped every inch of you.

With each thrust, Harry's baritone voice filled the room, his words a sweet melody that echoed in your ears like a love song. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing along your jawline as he peppered your skin with kisses. "Perfect. So sweet."

His words sent shivers down your spine, a surge of arousal coursing through your veins as you surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. Despite the doubts and insecurities that lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace, the familiarity of his touch reassuring you that you were exactly where you belonged.

As Harry continued to make love to you with a tenderness that took your breath away, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the realization that he was praising every part of you that he had insulted in his messages to Mia. But you pushed those thoughts aside, choosing instead to focus on the present moment and the love that still burned brightly between you.

With each whispered compliment and gentle caress, Harry reaffirmed his love for you, his forehead pressed against yours as he looked deeply into your eyes. "I love you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his confession, the weight of his words washing over you like a tidal wave. "I love you too," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But please, don't hurt me again. Don't cheat on me."

Harry's expression softened, his heart swelling with remorse as he held you close. "I promise," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "I'll never hurt you again. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us."

You nodded, your heart heavy with emotion as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you held him close. "You better," you whispered through tears, your voice filled with a mixture of fear and determination. "Or I'll cut off your dick, no matter how good it is."

Harry chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he met your gaze. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust," he promised solemnly, his voice filled with sincerity. "Even if it means giving you the knife myself."

With a soft smile, you nodded in understanding, the weight of his promise easing the ache in your heart. "I believe you," you whispered, your voice tinged with hope. "I trust you, Harry. Just don't ever hurt me again."

And as you and Harry continued to make love, the passion between you burning brighter than ever before, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle wave. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything that life threw your way.

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