#It sounds like something he'd come up with right??

[dntaed]

﹅ CHERRIES KISS ◞ j. todd | 1k

SYNOPSIS: Your sweet boyfriend comes to take you home.

A/N: Atp I'm just recycling my old fics. I'm not sure if I made Jason a bit to possessive in this one. It really depends on which version I'm envisioning. I think i found the middle ground.

✹ ꕀ MASTERLIST; AO3

“I’m tough.” you remark as Jason’s rough fingertips dance over your knuckles ever so delicately.

He regards you as if he'd break you if he grabbed on too hard, shimmering glass as he praises every light reflected off of it. His soft touches light a candle in your heart. Your skin feels hot as his touch grazes over it.

He nods, “I know you are.”

His voice is laced with the all too familiar worry you've grown to hear from him. It thins his voice and the strength that follows it normally is gone and replaced with fragile vulnerability.

You always simmer in the soft way he bares himself strip of all masks.

You wish you could take all of it away and protect him. Unfortunately, you can't do that. You settle with trying to carry the burden together and prove to him he doesn't have to face any of this alone.

“C’mon Jay,” you pout, his eyes dart between your charming eyes and lips - dewy from the cherry lipstick you wear.

Cherries, an angel's kiss in spring.

“It’s just a simple bar, a small get-together with some of my UNI friends. Nothing bad will happen,” you put the emphasis on the last bit of your words as an effort to soothe Jason's fears and reassure him, “I can take care of myself.”

“You have,” he sighs, hands run , “you still do and will do so, I’ve just joined in too. I want to take care of you too.”

His words strike a chord inside your heart, the saccharine taste of them fills every corner of your body. Those endearing eyes he sneaks glances at you, not aware that you notice them and do the same, break into the surface of your skin and steal your breath away.

He has a way of consuming every bit and part of you. That never fails to mesmerize you.

“We take care of each other.” You reply as your lips graze over his scarred knuckles. “I don't want you to worry so much, baby.”

He sighs as he leans into your touch. “I know, I just—” he stammers, the words getting stuck on his tongue.

“It's normal to worry, but you can’t let it consume you.” You bring your hands to cradle his face. Jason doesn't shy away from the touch and sinks into your embrace – the sight makes your heart ache in the best way.

You grab onto his hand and place it on the inside of your wrist, letting him feel your pulse.

You give him a cheeky grin as you whisper, “feel that?”

He chuckles quietly, “Mhm, yes.”

“As long as you see, hear and feel me – I will never leave.”

♥︎ ♥︎

♥︎

In Jason's mind there is not a single person in this world who compares to you. No one is as dreamlike and otherworldly like you. Especially now, as he watches you sway and move in the kaleidoscopic hues of the bar. The prismatic lights kiss your delicate and inviting skin.

Oh, how he wishes to do the same.

Jason wonders if you know that he’s keeping an eye on you right now, if you can feel his watchful gaze on your form. Do his glances light a fire in your heart just as yours does in his.

He should be patrolling right now, making sure everything is okay. But he find his eyes following your every step as you glide through the dance floor.

He knew when you left the shared apartment that belongs to the two of you – 6:31 pm, knew when you arrived at the bar – 7:05 pm, knew when you finally met up with your friends – 7:18 pm.

Jason engraves every detail in his mind, because he has to. He's making sure that you're okay, that you're safe.

He catches a glimpse of you drinking some vibrant drink. You scrunch your nose at the taste of it and the sight sends butterflies in his stomach.

You laugh at something your friend says. The infectious and melodic sound of it reaches Jason. He can’t help the moonstruck grin that spreads on his face.

Jason's thrown for a loop when he spots your gaze pin him in place. Your eyes fixate on him as if you're entranced, as if he's the only one in the room.

He feels his heartbeat speed up.

Without tearing your gaze off of him you mumble something to your friends, something that he can only guess was a short goodbye. The surprised looks on your friends faces quickly disappear from his mind as you stride to him with confident, but light steps.

“Come to take me home?” You question with a curious voice with a taste of something he can't yet place.

He sheepishly runs his hand down his neck. “What gave it away?”

“Well.” You click your tongue. A smirk dances on your lips. “You've been pretty attentive all night long, watching my every move. I hope the show was up to your standards.”

“Show–?” He chokes on his words. You tease.

You laugh. The sound is akin to honeyed nectar on his tongue.

Jason tries to collect his thoughts. “I still haven't had my fill and I don't plan on leaving you unsatisfied either.”

“Really? I wonder who's the greedy one in this relationship.” You hum playfully.

“Dance with me,” he suggests unexpectedly.

Your eyes dart across his face, taking in his nervous demeanor. “You don't dance.”

“For you I will.”

♥︎ ♥︎

♥︎

He spares a single glance at the time. 10:46pm. Time for you to head back to the apartment.

He counts himself a lucky man as the one who takes you home, as the one who waits for you outside the bar, as the one your wobbly steps guide you towards, as the one you wrap your arms around while he caresses your face and tells you to let me help you with the helmet, honey.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it. The skin is velvety to the touch.

Jason's eyes don't leave your own dazed and enchanted eyes. To him you are a vision so captivating, so sickeningly sweet, all he wants is to get a taste of you.

He is taking you home, isn't he? He is truly a lucky man.

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[bbina]

alone together ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 . . . casual

── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

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air

you need some fresh air. just when you thought you were about to escape the chain of misery, he just had to reply to your instagram story

grabbing a random hoodie, you rush out of your apartment to get that much needed air. its times like these where you're grateful for living near a convenience store. the safe place you hold close near to your heart just down the street. the same place where you let your tears fall down your face, the place where all your unspoken thoughts are set free. the very place where you feel okay even if its just for a passing moment

across the street, it seems like wonbin had the same idea

he needed a breather after reflecting on his actions. he doesn't know why but he can't understand the feeling inside his chest. the moment you shared with sion repeats in his head like a broken record. it was like his own conscience was taunting him for his actions

in his own defense, everything was just casual

until it was no longer like that.

wonbin walks along the dark streets that lead to his beloved convenience store. the same convenience store he goes to when he needs to clear his head

. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

you take your sweet time roaming around inside the convenience store you know like the back of your hand. running your hands through the array of products in display, deciding if you were hungry or just needed some familiarity to keep yourself sane

the sound of the door opening catches your attention. on instinct, you looked back and again, you couldn’t believe your eyes

it was him again

wonbin

the reason why you're even out right now. you click your tongue in annoyance realizing that if he needed a breather, he'd also come to this store

hell, you two even met here for the first time

shaking your head, you grabbed a random drink off the shelf, hoping to avoid wonbin as much as possible who was also walking around looking for something to ground him

walking up to the cashier, you fail to notice that there was a group of guys around your age lingering around the counter. one of them wolf whistles at the sight of you, causing you to involuntarily tense up

"guys, shut up for a moment?" one guy raises his voice, raising his hand to motion his friends to keep quiet as he takes you in up and down

you grimace, slamming your drink down at the open counter, hoping the guys get the message— they don't

the same guy even had the audacity to slide next to you, striking up a conversation

"hey pretty. you alone on this lonely night?" he smirks, nudging you slightly

you let out a hiss, ready to cuss him out but a hand shoots out between you and the man

"she's not interested" wonbin's familiar voice rings through your ears

in that moment, it actually comforted you in a sense

it's like he's always there when you needed him the most

the man scoffs, giving wonbin a dirty look before he raises both hands in surrender. muttering something under his breath but wonbin doesn't push further

instead, he pays for both of your things and guides you out of the convenience store just in case the group of guys behind the two of you try something funny if he just left you there

which he wouldn't even dare to do

when you two were now in safe distance, you push his hand off of you

"that wasn't necessary" you muttered, brushing your hoodie

wonbin scoffs, "what? letting you get harassed?"

"i was not getting harassed!" you snap, "i could've handled that—"

"you were tense and do you honestly think i'd just let you handle that yourself?" wonbin cuts you off, shaking his head at the mere thought of something bad happening to you

you stay silent after that. you purse your lips shut as you continue to walk back to your apartment with wonbin in tow

you don't know why, but you have a gut feeling on where this was headed

. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

"you didn't have to walk me home" you murmured, glancing back at wonbin who was literally right behind you, "but you didn't have to literally walk me up to my apartment"

wonbin shrugs, the sound of the plastic bag shuffling with his movements

"i just have to make sure you got home safe" he says, giving you a look

you bit your lip as you look away. no, you had to stay strong. you can't let him win you back this easily

slowly, you open the door to your place. you don't verbally invite him in, but you didn't shut the door immediately either. all because you didn't really have the heart to tell him

taking a deep breath, wonbin follows

of course he did. he always does

wonbin watches you for a moment as you roam around your apartment, trying so hard to not start a conversation with the man who had just broken your heart

"so.. how have you been?" wonbin starts, awkwardly trying to find a common ground

"fine" you reply curtly, not even sparing a glance towards his direction, "how about you? you and chaewon going strong?"

wonbin's jaw tightens at the mention of chaewon. is this why you were upset all along?

"we're not together" wonbin says firmly. he doesn't understand why you're acting like this when you went out on a date with sion

"oh really? could've sworn you two were together now" you shrug, trying to mask your true feelings. on the inside you were hurting a lot more than you should

you have to constantly remind yourself that you two aren't together but the way wonbin has been acting, it's really hard not to think that there's something going on

"you would've known if you just let me explain" wonbin points out, catching on with your condescending tone

"what explanation is needed? i saw it clear as day" you retort, finally snapping your head to meet his eyes

wonbin closes his eyes for a brief second, trying to compose himself. he takes a deep breath before he attempts to calmly explain to you what you saw isn't what you think it was

"see? you won't even let me explain. chaewon and i are just friends–"

"we're just friends too, wonbin" you cut him off, reminding him of what he said to you nights ago, "so does that mean you treat all of your friends the same way you treat me?"

"what? no!"

"then there's no need for you to explain!" you yell out, frustration evident in both your voice and features

you've finally exploded

"i don't even know what we're doing anymore" you start, hands trembling, "you take care of me, you look out for me, you kiss me, you stay the night, you make me feel like we are something and then it goes all out the window the one time i asked where this was all going" you rant

wonbin clamps his mouth shut, just letting you vent it out

with a sharp exhale, you finally look at him in the eye

"you made me feel things i never wanted to feel again"

you pause for a moment. just letting yourself breathe and calm yourself down

"so tell me wonbin, was this, was everything just casual to you? cause to me, it's not"

your questions hangs in the air with a heavy heart. you can't keep doing this anymore. you've admitted that you have fallen in love with wonbin. hard

as for wonbin, he hated this conversation. he hates that it had come to this. he doesn't do confrontations like this. he hates being put on the spot when it comes to things like this

you watch him, waiting for his answer. just a simple answer is enough for you to decide everything. all you wanted was a clear direction on what you two were doing

if it's even worth clinging onto for dear life because honestly, you've had enough

wonbin opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, running a hand through his hair. you watch him stay silent for a while that it was hurting. you wanted him to speak. to speak up that what you two had isn't just something in your head but feels it too. he had to feel it because, why else would he do that if he didn't feel anything?

when the silence stretches on, your stomach drops. you had a feeling what he was about to say and you're not sure if you could bear the truth being slapped to your face like this

"i-" wonbin starts, he clicks his tongue in annoyance when he cuts himself off, ".. i don't know"

this was worse than getting flat out rejected. what the fuck does he mean by he doesn't know? he doesn't know what? he doesn't know if he still wants to keep you around? he doesn't know what to do with your current relationship?

what does he not fucking know?

you let out a bitter laugh, completely flabbergasted with the conversation

he doesn't know

"y/n, listen-"

"what do you mean by 'i don't know'? was everything just a fucking joke to you? was everything just some performative act? what do you even gain from doing this? i opened up to you, i trusted you with my heart only for you to say you don't know? just tell me this, wonbin. what the fuck have we've been fucking doing all this fucking time if you don't fucking know!"

you don't even notice that you've been inching closer and closer to him til you feel your head being pulled to his chest

"shhh.." wonbin shushes, stroking your hair, "let's breathe first. okay?" he reminds softly

you almost melt onto his touch but you reminded yourself to stand your ground so you push yourself off of him

"you're unbelievable, wonbin" you laugh bitterly, running a hand through your hair. "just look at you pretending to care all of a sudden-"

"i do care about you! about us!" wonbin cuts you off angrily, brows furrowed as he takes a step closer to you. he clenches his jaw as he stares into his eyes, like he was looking for something. a sign that this won't be over just yet

you roll your eyes hearing him say he cares about you

"you say you care but when i ask what we are it's a different story. yes you do care, but not in that way. so stop saying that because you don't care about me, or about us at all!"

wonbin clenches his jaw hearing your words. he wants to care but at the same time, he feels like he shouldn't. the very thought of being committed again scares him to a degree. what if you were just like his ex? once he fully dedicates himself to you, you'll be running away like what his ex did

wonbin cherishes your special relationship with him a lot more than you think. to him, you were his twin flame. his soulmate even. you just get him the way nobody else does. so much that it scared him to even think about putting a label on your relationship

he recalls every single moment that led to your relationship with him. wonbin firmly believes that red string of fate theory because what are the odds of you two going through similar things and the same time?

through late night talks, forming a special bond that no one else could live up to, to finding comfort with just each other's company

your relationship with wonbin was just different.

and he wouldn't have that in any other way

seeing that wonbin was just staring at you, looks like you finally had your answer

but before you can say anything else like to make him leave, he crashes his lips against yours

wonbin kisses you.

the kiss wasn't hungry nor needy. it was slow and affectionate like he was trying to tell you something

you hate how easily you melt into the kiss. like you weren't just resisting him a few moments ago. you try to pull away but he just keeps pulling you back

"you-" kiss "can't keep-" kiss "doing this" you finally pull away

wonbin keeps his arms around your hips, preventing you from moving. you stare at up at him like you were memorizing every single feature on his face

with a deep breath, you break the silence

"you can't keep doing this wonbin" you repeat, voice barely above a whisper. wonbin leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. his eyes dart towards your lips from your eyes before he closes his eyes

"i know"

his answer pains you but you already expected it

"but i can't seem to stop" he murmurs, eyes fluttering open to meet yours

you slowly creep your hands to cup his cheeks. your thumb runs across the high points of his cheeks, something you've grown accustomed into doing for a while now

"then figure it out" your murmur quietly, staring into his eyes. a tear slips out unintentionally out of your eye that it catches wonbin off guard. "because i can't keep this up anymore" you say tearfully

you let go of his face, letting your hands fall onto the fabric of his hoodie. you want him to say it out loud that he wants you. that he's sure of you because frankly, you don't want him to stop either

taking a deep breath, you slowly remove wonbin's arms around you

"i like you, wonbin" you admit, "i like you a lot but if you can't give me a clear answer on what we are, then please. just let me go and let me move on"

wonbin's eyes widened at your confession. you're hit with his silence once more

"forget it" you murmured, turning around so you couldn't face him much longer but what he does next shocks you

he grabs your arm, tugging you back to face him once more before his lips finds yours again

and before you can even process everything, you find yourself backed against your kitchenette's counter. his lips leaving trails of kisses from your lips to your jaw and to your neck. your hand flies to his hair, tugging on them when the sensation of him sucking on your skin pierces through your skin

"tell me to stop and i will" wonbin murmurs against your skin. his tongue soothing over his work of art he had just placed on your collarbones

one thing you've realized through all this that wonbin isn't exactly good with words. he shows emotions through actions

his hands find their way against your bare skin. his touch setting your skin on fire. the same hands that has memorized every curvature of your body

you weakly shake your head, letting yourself melt into the moment. your answer was all he needed. wonbin hoists you up and carries you to your bed

wonbin pulls away slightly to catch his breath. he stares down at you as his body hovers above yours. his stupid star necklace dangling above your face

the way he was looking at you like he was giving you one last chance to back away from him. a chance to break this viscous cycle you are living in because of him

instead, he's met with you yanking his neck down and clashing teeth. it's needy, it's desperate, it's clear what your choice is

and who is wonbin to deny that?

before you know it, you two are now entangled under the same sheets. your breaths ragged with your steamy actions. so much that you almost forgot what happened between the two of you

"you know, drive me fucking insane" you breathe out, fingers running through wonbin's hair as you two rest after a steamy activity

wonbin chuckles, sending vibrations throughout your body as he lays on top of you

"i know"

wonbin rolls over and pulls you on top of him, switching your positions. your head now resting on his chest. you close your eyes to the beat of his heartbeat, like it was slowly lulling you to sleep

it's warm

you feel wonbin's arm reaching over to stroke your exposed shoulder

"you okay?" wonbin asks, voice husky

you nod your head yes, tracing random shapes on his skin

wonbin hums and kisses the top of your head

everything he didn't say he showed tonight under the sheets and for that, you let him back in again because this time, you think you have him.

the night has broken the unspoken tension between the two of you. or at least for now but the way wonbin made you feel tonight was more than it seems— at least for now

[darkcherryharry]

praise you like i should

singer!harry x you wordcount: 4.2k summary: y/n is on tour with Harry but it's impossible to find a moment alone, so Harry works something out contains: smut, fingering, exhibitionism - let me know if i should tag anything else! a/n: this is my first harry x reader fic so i hope you enjoy!! 🍒

It wasn't often when Harry was on tour that you guys got a night to yourselves.

Y/n had gotten used to the hectic schedule - bus, plane, car, concert, car, bus, over and over. You had no idea how he did it, how he kept himself together with all the red eye flights and delays and people hustling him everywhere. In addition to all of that, he was performing nearly every night and giving it his all.

It was admirable, really. Your boyfriends commitment to his job. It was hard enough just accompanying him for a month on his tour across America, you felt, let alone being 'on' basically all of the time.

The problem was... it was hard to be intimate. When he was off tour it was amazing. He'd come and stay at your apartment whenever he could, book weeks for you two to reconnect, find each other - explore one another's bodies and remember what made you feel good.

But on tour there were people everywhere - constantly. Any minute you thought you could grab him, someone else was taking him somewhere. For clothes fittings, for sound check, for an interview.

Even at night it was impossible. Y/n and Harry got the double bed at the back of the bus, sure, but his band and crew slept no further than a metre away and heard the creak of the mattress if you so much as rolled over.

Harry was tired too, which was understandable. You could still sneak in kisses, of course, and he was always pulling you into his lap and being affectionate when he could.

It just wasn't enough.

So the other week you stood your ground. You told Harry about your frustrations and he did that sweet little empathetic pout as soon as he realised something was up and you were serious about it.

He kissed over your face until you were smiling again, then whispered the promise of him finding a night for just the two of you as soon as he could manage it. As he touched the curve of your waist he promised his assistant would be right on it, and if there was anything else you needed you were to just let him know.

A few days later, Harry's assistant let you know that they'd got you both a room in a hotel on a concert-free day, instead of you guys having to share the bus with everyone else.

You started to plan immediately. What you were going to wear, what you two would have for dinner. A concert free day was ideal because he wouldn't be too tired, which meant you could hopefully keep him up half the night worshipping your body like he loved to do.

Then finally the day came. You'd dressed in a matching bra and panties, purely because he loved it when you wore a set, and even decided to put on a figure hugging dress so when you were at the hotel restaurant he could start to think about all the ways he'd love to touch you.

You were just finishing your makeup - light enough that it wouldn't get wiped off on the pillow when he was fucking you into the bed but enough coverage so that you looked like you'd put a bit of effort in - when you heard the bus door open.

Harry had just returned from... something, who could say, you weren't really paying attention because you were far more focussed on when he was returning back to the bus.

You got up and slipped your shoes on, fluffing your hair into shape before centring yourself and heading out into the main part of the bus to greet your lover.

Only... it wasn't just Harry. It was Harry and the rest of his band and a few members of the crew who seemed to be... settling themselves in on the couch? What the fuck?

You turned to Harry and found him grinning, wandering over to you on instinct and grinning at his friends before turning to look at you properly.

Once he caught sight of you his eyes widened, clearly taking in your outfit and the effort you'd put into your appearance.

"Woah," he breathed quietly, coming even closer and looking behind himself at his friends, almost as if he wanted to put his body between them and yours as his hand came to rest on your waist. "What's all this about?"

You furrowed your brow up at him, crossing your arms over your chest and trying not to lean into his touch like you normally would.

"We have a date, H. We've got a room booked and a table at the restaurant?" Y/n reminded him.

Emotions flickered across Harry's face, from surprise to shock and concern before he quickly fished his phone out of his pocket, presumably scrolling for his calendar to check.

"Holy shit Y/n, I didn't-" he stammered, flicking through and seeming to get his answer before trying to tug you closer. You didn't want to budge but you did, letting your stomachs press together as his hand spanned your lower back.

"Fuck. It's an anniversary of a close family member of Mitchie's dying. I promised we'd watch a movie together, as a band," Harry whispered.

You melted, just a little, because Harry's loyalty to his friends and his willingness to comfort them was one of the reasons you were with him. He was so kind and caring - it was just rough when it was at your expense.

"Is it okay if we just watch summat with them, then go? I'll make you a snack here if you want, push the restaurant booking back a bit, then I'll make it up to you in the hotel room," Harry suggested, his tone turning a little darker towards the end of his sentence as his fingertips dug in to your side.

You still had your hands crossed between your bodies, trying to keep your pout as if you wouldn't be coerced so easily, but when Harry stooped down to kiss on your neck you sighed, tilting your head to the side to allow it.

"Fine. But you have to call your assistant to fix it," you allowed. Harry kept kissing your neck slowly, using the hand that wasn't dangerously low on your back to scoop your hair out of the way so he had more room to work.

"Of course," Harry insisted like it was obvious, making a small noise in the back of his throat. "You look fucking incredible, by the way,"

You rolled your eyes at his obvious flirting, tutting at him before gently pushing at his chest to get him off of you.

"Yeah, well. You don't get to enjoy it until we're on our date, so," you insisted to him, giving him the evil eyes before leaning closer to benevolently give him one peck on the lips. "Go sort it out,"

You left your boyfriend standing there a little dumbfounded as you turned to head back to your room on the bus, instantly taking off the shoes if you were going to stay in before grabbing one of his hoodies to put over the dress.

It looked a bit weird, but, all you were going to do was sit there for an hour or so until the movie finished, so it hardly mattered. It was just Harry's mates. Your mates too, now, since you'd lived on the bus for so long.

You sighed to yourself before heading back out to the common area, heading for Harry and letting him tug you into his lap, like he always did, watching everyone fuss over selecting what movie to watch and dimming the lights and closing the curtains so you could all actually see the screen.

Harry located a blanket to throw over the pair of you just as the opening credits started, so you sighed despite yourself and settled in, Harry adjusting himself so he was comfy beneath you and you were both tucked nicely into the corner.

It was only a few minutes later, after the opening scene, that Harry fidgeted again. He wasn't a big fidgeter but you ignored it, just moving with him and wondering if he was uncomfortable to have you on his lap. He wasn't usually, so, you just settled down again and relaxed back against him.

After a few more subtle movements you felt Harry's hands slide under the blankets, moving as slow as anything until the both secured themselves on your hips.

He gripped firmly, sliding you gently across his lap until instead of sitting sideways you were a bit more square, your back flat against his chest and stomach. That wasn't the most interesting part though.

What was the most interesting part was his cock felt half hard, and he'd just moved you directly on top of it. It was hard to properly tell, but if it was, it was definitely an intriguing development.

You turned your head to look at him curiously but he just kept looking at the television, though a small smirk was toying at the corner of his lips that seemed to stack up as evidence.

To test your theory you shifted just slightly, making sure to rock your hips and trying to feel through the fabric if that was really what was going on.

Harry's breath caught just slightly, his hands gripping your hips to still them before his fingers walked slowly down your thighs. He got to the hem of your dress and ever so carefully started pulling it up your body, exposing inches of skin under the blanket.

You moved to hold the edge of the blanket securely, the only thing keeping any sense of decorum for the pair of you now and you cautiously eyed your lap to make sure his wandering hands weren't obvious.

They didn't seem to be, even when he pulled the dress completely out from under your arse so the hem sat near your navel. Beneath the blanket you were just in your panties, and now with that extra layer removed you could feel that was definitely his cock and it seemed to be getting harder by the second.

You weren't sure what Harry's end game here was. Did he just want you to know he was hard? Was it going to go further? The thought of him continuing to up the ante caused the first gentle throb of interest in your pussy, and though you were unsure of the outcome you knew you were definitely down for the ride.

"This okay?" Harry whispered near silently into your ear. He spoke on the other side from where everyone else was, so took the liberty of sucking on your earlobe and giving it a tiny nip for good measure,

You nodded, too scared to talk because you could feel your pussy start to get wetter from the attention Harry was giving you.

"Good girl," he whispered, kissing behind your ear this time and pressing his nose in. He always liked the smell of your shampoo, he told you, so he was definitely getting his fix.

Harry's hands started to move again, this time off of your body but you could feel beneath your arse that he was dragging the fabric of his joggers down his thighs, just enough so that all that separated you were his boxers and your panties.

He then grabbed what he could of the side of your arse and your upper thigh and pulled them aside, spreading your cheeks and thighs just wide enough for his cock to slot neatly up between them.

You wondered if the throbbing you could feel was from your own blood rushing to make you wetter, or from his heartbeat coming through his cock.

The whole situation just felt so illicit. His friends were right there - Sarah's thigh was mere inches from Harry's. It was so likely you guys would get caught if you made the wrong move, but - you trusted Harry. You could work together to pull this off.

You rocked yours hips slowly, clenching just a bit in your pelvic floor and with your arse cheeks to hopefully give Harry some small stimulation. You figured the key wasn't to move too fast, make your movements slow and purposeful, like Harry was doing.

Harry's hands went exploring again, sliding over your bare thighs before heading up to play where the band of your panties cut across your hips. His finger tucked underneath and ran around to the front of your pubic bone, ghosting the skin just lightly before running back around to your hip.

It almost felt too much to bear to pretend to watch the movie so you tipped your head back against Harry's shoulder, turning your head to press your nose in against his neck.

He smelt like his usual sweet self, his Gucci perfume lingering on his skin and the soap he favoured giving him a fresh scent. You hesitated for a moment before pressing a kiss to the soft skin, judging his reaction before kitten licking and nipping the pale expanse.

That got a reaction, his cock pressed firmly against your cunt twitching upwards, like it wanted to get inside you.

The thought almost made you groan, the idea of Harry reaching his hand between your legs, pulling your panties to the side and sinking his cock deep inside of you. You knew you were wet enough already to take him, and with how wet you felt you wondered if Harry could feel it through his underwear.

You bit your lip to stop any noise coming out, instead slowly exhaling and shifting your weight again, trying to make it as subtle as possible so no one got suspicious.

Harry's hands came up under your hoodie now, over your dress as he felt the curves of your waist, his fingers running up until they each got a hold of your breasts and he gave a emphatic squeeze. You light pulled at your hoodie to disguise where his hands were travelling, thankful it was Harry's so it was baggy on you.

His hand reached inside of the fabric of your dress and he fumbled a little over your bra, clearly trying to work out what cut it was so he could get a hand in before managing to access some skin to skin contact and zoning in on your already hard nipple.

Harry pinched it lightly, much lighter than he normally would but that was because he knew that you were likely to cry out. Instead he scooped as much of your boob into his hand as he could and ran the bud of your nipple back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it agonisingly slowly and it started to get hard to remain in control.

All you could do was hope no-one would look at you, because you were red faced and all your lipgloss had probably come off from biting your lips to keep quiet.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Y/n," Harry whispered into your ear, flexing his thighs enough to press his cock up firmly against you, and you could feel the damp gusset of your panties were now entirely soaked through. "Can I touch?"

You allowed yourself to part your lips, closing your throat so no moans came out and nodded, squirming just a bit but making sure that your pussy stayed like a magnet to his cock. The hot pressure was the only thing grounding you, reminding you not to cry out.

"Careful," Harry warned, kissing the side of your head. "Gotta be good. Gotta be so quiet for me," Harry insisted.

You took a slow, deep breath in to fill your lungs before letting it out slowly, settling something deep within yourself before you nodded again. You could do this.

Harry seemed to be following your train of thought as his hands had paused their explorations, but once you settled and relaxed he kept one hand inside your bra on your tit to gently flick your nipple, and the other slid down your front.

Once it reached the top of your panties he didn't dive under, instead sliding two fingers down between your legs and over the fabric, sinking them low and curling them inwards between your pussy and his cock.

You heard a small aborted noise he made in his throat, knowing he was turned on from feeling how wet you were for him. You wanted to spread your legs properly to allow him full access but knew you couldn't so kept your thighs where they were so he had to work for it.

His fingertips pressed and probed lightly between your lips before he skated closer to your thigh, finding the edge of the panties and pushing them to the side as he managed to finally gain access.

You tensed your ab muscles to stop your moan this time, your jaw clenched as the tips of Harry's fingers slid back and forth against your labia, and you were unsure if he was trying to find his way in or just tease you.

Either way it was driving you mad, you could feel how slick you were and he wasn't doing a thing to help it. You wanted to stick something in your mouth, your hand or at this point a pillow or anything within reach, because it was so hard not to moan in pleasure and let him know you wanted more.

"Get ready," Harry whispered to you, and before you had a chance to ask what for, his two fingers slid as deep inside of you as they would go, and without your permission your back arched and your hips cantered down to get them even deeper.

Your mouth fell open again, thankfully still silent as he curled his fingers and you could have sworn you heard how wet you are when the movie suddenly went quiet. His fingers paused inside you and you held yourself rigid, almost clenching down on his fingers to keep him from moving before the noise picked back up and you relaxed.

You both seemed to know it was too high risk for him to thrust his fingers in and out of you, but it was almost more excruciating the way he was just slowly curling them around in a 'come here' motion, not leaving the current depth and staying deep inside you.

"That's it baby," Harry whispered, his fingers running over your clit from the inside as if he knew exactly where it was. He probably did. He took your pleasure seriously, taking the first few months of your relationship to seriously learn your body.

You'd never been with someone who could make you come like Harry did.

Your breathing was starting to get laboured but you focussed on trying to make it calm and steady, but every time you thought you got it under control Harry's fingers would distract you.

He kept that up for a while and you finally felt like you'd maybe got a handle on your reaction, like you could withstand this pleasure and not make it known to everyone else, but then you felt his hand leave your bra.

It snaked down your body too, pulling your dress up so it was properly out of the way before reaching in between his other hand and your body, and you knew you were doomed.

Keep quiet, you insisted to yourself in your head, shutting your eyes as Harry's finger slid down your mound and straight for your clit.

"Gonna make you come. Can you stay quiet?" Harry whispered to you. His fingertip on your clit was just a light press at the moment, but his fingers inside you were still doing their same practiced motion, only slightly speeding up.

You didn't know if you could keep quiet, you weren't sure, but you were so turned on that you weren't going to say no. You blinked your eyes open to look at Harry, parting your lips to speak before his finger on your clit swiped ever so gently across it and your eyelids fluttered.

"Yeah?" Harry asked you softly, using two of his fingers to spread your lips so he had better access and then tapping your clit directly, just another teasing touch.

"Yeah," you whispered back, giving him the permission he needed. That you needed, because you needed this orgasm. It had been so long, and this was maybe one of the hottest things he'd ever done for you.

"Good girl," Harry reassured you, giving you a peck on the lips. The affection surprised you, purely since you were sitting with your friends, but you supposed that wasn't that out of the ordinary if both of his hands weren't currently in your panites.

"Oi, lovebirds," one of boys called out when yours and Harry's lips came apart with a small smack noise. You felt your cheeks turning bright red, wondering if you'd been caught with Harry almost literally red handed, but when you glanced to check you found no-one was looking at you or him.

"Sorry mate," Harry replied, his finger dipping lower than your clit to collect some of your wet before it came back up, starting to turn slow circles like you liked. "Can't help it. She's gorgeous,"

The fact that Harry was fingering you whilst talking to his mates about how pretty you were probably shouldn't turn you on, but it absolutely did, so you just thudded your head back against his shoulder and decided this was all Harry's fault if you accidentally gave it away. He was too good at what he did.

Your clit is sensitive and he knows it, so he keeps it light start with even though you're already swollen and throbbing. You can feel it pulse, wondering if Harry can feel it on his fingers or even against his cock, that was surely drenched by now from all of Harry's ministrations.

As he sped up his action on your clit you gripped the blanket tighter, squirming as small as you could and trying to take it. You imagined you were pinned down by Harry, the imaginary weight of his hands on your hips trying to keep you stable, or maybe he'd tied you up so you couldn't move.

That wasn't a thought that had crossed your mind before, but given this whole situation was happening, maybe Harry was into kinky kinds of things like that and him tying you up wasn't that out of the question.

You started to feel the pressure build low in your stomach, knowing you were close but having no way of communicating that to Harry. You started to tense your muscles for your release, deciding at the last moment to turn your head and bite Harry's neck, deciding it was the least he could do to help you muffle your orgasm.

Little did you know Harry was timing your pleasure to the movie, so when the stimulation on your clit got near unbearable you felt yourself start to let go, an almighty noise filled the bus from the TV and thankfully managed to disguise your muffled cry, your back arching your hips into his fingers as your clit throbbed rapidly.

It was a long one, coming in shocking waves as your pussy clenched around his fingers inside of you, and he diligently kept up his motions just the way you liked to keep your orgasm rolling as long as possible.

You felt your body start to relax after a long couple of seconds, your hearing coming back and his fingers starting to feel overstimulating as you started to come down.

You realised your mouth was attached to Harry's neck still, so you unlatched your jaw and winced as you saw the teethmarks you'd left. Ah well, serves him right, for doing this to you.

Since he was still going, albeit slower, you reached down under the blanket to rest a warning hand on his arm, telling him to stop or you really would squirm right out of his lap.

Harry was obedient and stopped his ministrations, leaving his fingers still inside you but removing the others from your clit almost immediately.

"You're so fucking amazing," Harry gushed into your ear, his free hand moving around your waist so he could pin you in a tight squeeze, doing nothing to help you catch your breath but you felt warm with the praise.

"I know," you whispered back smugly, sharply inhaling when he wiggled his fingers inside of you and rolling your eyes when he smirked.

"I'm gonna worship you in that hotel room. Do you think we can skip dinner?" Harry replied, gently slipping his fingers out from your cunt and making you shudder at the loss.

"No, just 'cause you're impatient doesn't mean I'm not getting fed," you responded, because now that you'd come you didn't see the harm in making him wait. All the more time for him to worship you, actually.

"Shhh," someone insisted to you both, so you shut up, glancing around one more time to make sure no-one caught you, but didn't seem to be the case.

When you turned back to Harry your jaw dropped, seeing him with his two fingers in his mouth and sucking on them like it was his favourite meal. He winked when he found you looking, parting his lips to run his tongue between the two digits in a way that seemed like a promise.

If he was lucky, you'd let him keep it.

[callme-holly]

Can you please do Darrel Curtis x Wife reader, like they got married shortly before the Curtis parents death and it’s just the reader staying by Darrel throughout the grieving process and Bob’s murder and Pony and Johnny going on the lamb. And he’s like ‘why did you stay with me with all the stuff going on?’ And the reader is like ‘because I love you and I made a vow’?♥️♥️

𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐃.𝐂

a/n: im done with exams which means im back to my usual schedule!!!

The glow from the lamp in the corner does very little to diminish the shadows looming in the corners of the room, making them all the more intimidating than usual. The silence that hangs over the house is unbearable, and everything feels as if it’s been tipped on its axis and forced to cope. 

Nobody is themselves, especially not Darry; he’s been on his way to burning out for weeks, like a candle burning down to the last few centimetres of the wick, and now the flame has finally reached the bottom. He’s sat at the table, head in his hands, glaring down at the bills spread across the surface, but you can tell he's not taking in an ounce of what’s printed on the paper. There are dark shadows under his eyes, his skin is drawn and pale, and he looks so tired that it pains you.  

“Darry,” you call out, voice cutting through the stillness in the kitchen. He doesn’t look up, simply shaking his head, brushing you   and keeping his gaze downwards. “Darrel.” You try again, the finality in your tone more insistent this time, and he lifts his eyes slightly.

"Not right now, sweetheart."  His voice sounds raw from lack of use, and your heart breaks just a bit for him. You push off of the doorframe where you were leaning, stepping towards him slowly and resting your hands on his shoulders, chin on top of his head. You don't miss the way he relaxes under you, his whole body slumping  , an exhausted sigh leaving him.

"Take a break. I'll make us dinner," you offer, giving him a squeeze. He nods slowly, swallowing  , and you finally see through the mask he's been wearing ever since the boys ran off, since Bob's face landed in the papers, "MURDERED," written in bold above. Beneath that stoic facade is a man, a kid, who's been through too much too fast, and it causes something in you to tighten.

A gentle sigh leaves you, and you move round to sit yourself in his lap, not saying anything when his arms wind around your middle immediately, clutching onto you as though there might be nothing left in this world for him to cling too tight too. Your fingers trail idly through his hair, stroking it lightly. 

"They'll come back."  Your voice is soft, calm, reassuring. "They're both smart boys. They wont be gone much longer."   His only response is a nod against your chest. You know how difficult this has been for him; losing both parents, and now his little brother is something no one should ever have to go through. It's a miracle he isn't completely breaking apart by now. 

"Soda called. He's staying with Steve tonight." You don't mention why; don't tell him that it's because he can't take the silence, the emptiness, much longer.  He doesn't need to know.

"Okay," Darry whispers into your shirt before pulling back just enough to look up at you. There's something in his eyes, an almost apologetic look that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably, and your heart ache. You wish he'd just stop for a moment, lie down, sleep, rest... But asking him to do so would be futile.  No amount of begging or pleading will change his mind, especially not now.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a gentle kiss,  cupping the side of his face, thumb tracing along his jawline in a manner that's nothing but comforting. He lingers for a moment before pulling back, leaning his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath.

"I'm sorry," he mutters finally, squeezing his eyes shut. "You deserve more than this shit." You reach out and gently pull his head away, forcing his attention onto you instead of whatever he sees in his own mind.

"No. You have nothing to be sorry for," you begin, but he cuts you off sharply.

"No, hon.... I just, I don't get why you stay with me through all of this. It's just..." You watch his expression shift, becoming pensive, and your heart squeezes painfully, knowing exactly what's bothering him. 

You run your fingers through his hair again, pulling his head down so that his face is tucked in your neck once more as you rock back and forth gently.

"I'm with you because I love you, Darrel Curtis. I made a promise, a vow, to stick by you through thick and thin, and I don't break my promises."

Darry only hums in response, but you know he heard you. You know from the way he takes your hand in his rougher one, fingers lacing together, wedding rings glinting in the dim lamplight.  He squeezes softly; you're gonna be okay. Both of you. 

[apomaro-mellow]

I saw a tiktok of steve asking kas!eddie what he wanted to eat and it's the vine audio of "the souls of the innocent" "a bagel" "nooooo" "two bagel" with eddie saying a bagel and vecna as the other voice. And now I'm like a craxk steddie fic from vecna's perspective would be soooooo funny. Like imagine he resurrects eddie as kas and thinks he'll be this great asset and spy, but he's just too *heart eyes* at steve to ba a) useful and b) controlled lmao. Eddie will be sitting in on some sort of planning session and vecna piggybacking in his mind is like "finally! an advantage!" But then steve will stretch or something and eddie just hones in on the sliver of his stomach he can see and his horny thoughts are too loud for vecna to hear the "master plan" anymore

hehehehe here's the vine for anyone that wants culture

His body was badly damaged. But his mind was as strong as ever. It was child's play to connect with Eddie Munson and use the forces of the Upside Down to repair his body into something usable. The boy fought, but then he reminded him of all of the pain he'd gone through, all the regrets, the people he had to leave behind and soon enough, their goals were one. They made it to the surface and sought out those he knew.

Surely they were already planning their next counter. But he couldn't allow that. With this body though, he could blend in seamlessly. They would welcome their resurrected friend with open arms.

"Steve?"

'Ah yes, Steve.' Eddie had quite a few regrets when it came to this one. Henry didn't realize it yet, but most of his problems would come from Steve Harrington.

When he considered the biggest obstacles, of course that title went to Eleven. Among the rest, Nancy Wheeler was probably the most dangerous after that. But beyond her, the rest were mere ants. He only knew as much as he needed to know for his own ends. It was why he knew Steve was important to Eddie.

He had simply underestimated how important.

He also overestimated his control when it came to this body. He was a mere passenger. And try as he might, he just couldn't get Eddie to tap into that rage and fury that had brought him back to life.

'They left you for dead! Kill them!'

"Eddie, how's this one look?", Steve asked, turning around in the outfit he'd chosen.

Vecna found his voice drowned out with Eddie's heart thumping in his own ears. Apparently there was something fetching about Steve in his summer shorts.

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"Hey Eddie, what d'you feel like eating?", Steve said as he perused take out menus.

'Tell him how you hunger for flesh. How you wish to rend him limb from limb and feast on his blood.'

"Chinese sounds really good right now."

'Noo!!'

"Can we get orange chicken?"

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He had thought they'd all but given up on trying to defeat him earnestly but was proven wrong when a meeting was called. Vecna felt vindication rising as everyone gathered and Nancy took the helm, laying out what had happened and what they'd done so far. And Eddie was listening intently. He knew he'd be important to their plan. He had new abilities and a connection to the Upside Down now. This was perfect! Now he'd know exactly what they were planning and they would be none the wiser. Still, no one had figured out he was looking through their trusted friend's eyes.

"Alright, listen up because there's more phases to the plan this time", Nancy said. "We've got more people and that's more ground to cover, but it's important that everyone knows their part and sticks to it." She gave Eddie a meaningful look.

'Yeess. Yeeeeeeeessssss', Vecna grinned as she began to lay out the first part of the plan.

And then Steve had to go and yawn and stretch his arms and suddenly Eddie's eyes weren't on Nancy's face anymore but on that tiny sliver of stomach as Steve's shirt rose.

'Noooooooooooo', Vecna wailed as Nancy's voice was drowned out with how much Eddie wanted to nibble on that stomach.

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He was losing his patience with his predicament. Every time he called Eddie to heel went unanswered. It was infuriating to be reduced to this. His forces might not be ready quite yet, but it was time to put an end to this.

"I got the popcorn!", Dustin exclaimed.

"Sodas on deck", Lucas announced.

"What's the flick?", Steve asked, sitting down next to Eddie.

Vecna would call upon the powers he had and open up another portal. One that would spell the end of Hawkins and the world. Movie night be damned.

"Secret of NIMH", Dustin said, putting the movie in.

....He could wait another day. He hadn't seen this one yet.

[stellamarielu]

distraction

declan o'hara x reader

summary: literally just a short little blurb about joining declan for one of his infamous baths

content: nsfw, 18+, cursing, grumpy declan, playful banter, hairy naked man hot, bath time sexy time, fingering

author’s note: truly cannot believe i haven’t written something about taking a bath with declan… like??? thank god i’ve come to my senses

“What’re ya doin’ sweetheart?” Declan’s voice was low and rough as he questioned your sudden presence in the bathroom. 

You were pulling your shirt over your head as his eyes trailed down the newly exposed skin of your torso. 

He'd been sulking for far too long. You knew his his habit for soaking in the bath when he was stressed, and you figured he could use some help relaxing. 

“Thought maybe you’d like a little company.”

Declan was chuckling, taking one last puff from his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray sitting at the edge of the tub. 

You were shimming out of the last of your clothing as Declan’s eyes shamelessly raked over your figure. 

“Could never say no to you darlin’.” He was smirking and leaning over the side of the bathtub, hardly able to contain his excitement over the idea of having you join him. He was entranced, imagining the way your soft skin would feel all slicked and wet against his.

"Jesus- Declan it's freezing in here." You were stepping one foot into the tub, the words coming from you in a low hiss as you felt the lukewarm temperature of the water.

He dramatically rolled his eyes at your exaggeration.

He knew you were one to bathe in scalding hot water, your shared showers always turning into a competition switching the faucet back and forth.

"C'mere princess, I'll warm you up."

The corniest grin had taken over his face. Finally he had allowed his thoughts to drift away from stress and toward something a bit more light hearted.

You were twisting and turning in the small space attempting to find a comfortable position against Declan's body, until you settled between his legs with your back on his chest.

"Long day?" You asked with your hands running along his thighs on either side of your body.

"Don't wanna talk about it." By the sound of his annoyed grumble, you could tell he was recalling whatever event had him stewing in the tub.

"In fact..." His voice shifted from irritation to something deeper— covertly playful.

"Don't really wanna talk about anythin' right now."

His hands that were gently resting against your stomach were now trailing further down, dipping underneath the water and inching between your legs.

"Declan. I came in here to distract you, not the other way around."

You were referring to the way his fingertips were now dancing over your clit. His gentle touch sending you into a state of complete bliss.

"Oh I'm distracted all right." You could hear the smirk on his lips as he continued tracing languid circles at the bundle of nerves between your legs.

"Doin' a real good job at pullin' me out of my slump sweetheart."

Your head fell back against his shoulder as his words purred into your ear.

"That's what I'm here for." Your voice was light and teasing beneath the sigh of relief escaping you. His touch had your toes curling and a quiet moan fighting to slip from your throat.

"Damn right it is." The groan rolling off his tongue as he sunk two fingers into you had your body melting into his.

“Gonna be good and let me use you sweet girl?”

His tone was somehow sweet and sadistic. The way he was speaking to you only adding to the pleasure coiling in your abdomen.

You nodded, the back of your head rubbing against the muscles of his chest. You were speechless as you let him take his frustrations out through the curl of his fingers inside of you.

All you could think about- other than how fucking good Declan was with his hands- was why on earth this was the first time you thought to join him in the bath?

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 8

Summary - angstttt

A/N - I may or may not have teared up writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Let me know what you think!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

''The baby isn't mine''

''What?'' you asked, all the air leaving your lungs.

Lando's eyes held a sadness for a split second before he turned to look at the floor. ''Yeah'' he whispered.

You on the other hand we reeling, a rush of emotions flashing through your body as you tried to comprehend his words.

''I heard her on the phone then confronted her about it..'' he trailed off as you sat in silence.

He chuckled. ''Ironic really. Get thrown into a new life only to have it snatched away, oh and losing the person you cared about most. Fits me well, don't you think?'' he said, eyes looking up at yours again.

''Lando...'' you said softly, trailing off yourself because you really didn't know what to say. Your heart ached at the fact that something that was 'supposedly is' or was has been taken away from him. But you still felt like you were sitting next to a stranger, someone you had to protect yourself from.

You both sat there in silence til you started talking, needing some space of your own.

''I-I..I'm sorry that it's not yours'' you said sincerely, ''but I need to go'' rushing the words out your mouth because you felt the need to throw up all of a sudden. Too much had been said in the last 20 minutes and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Before Lando could react you stood up and open the door to his drivers' room quickly, his voice calling your name getting softer and softer with each step you took.

You made your way back to the hotel, practically running up to your room, taking a few deep breaths as you finally made it, tears streaming down your face uncontrollably.

Lando was right. Ironic how this whole situation had unfolded. How the fuck had you ended up here? Your mind was a mess. Too many different thoughts and emotions drifting between each other. You won't lie, hearing the baby wasn't his had lifted a weight off your shoulder. No matter how wrong that sounds, just the thought of hum having starting a family with someone else crushed your soul, so it was an understatement to say that you were happy not to have to picture going forward. Not that anything had changed between the two of you - no. You still thought Lando to be the selfish prick who hurt you more time than you could count, having to now shield your heart from him, and that wasn't going to be easy. Yes, the truth is out now - you coming clean about your feelings and Lando somewhat admitting he felt - for feels - something for you too. Your brain was more than happy to hear those words leave his mouth. but it wasn't so easy to just give in. You owed it to yourself to protect yourself from heartbreak all over again.

Just as you were getting ready for bed that night, your phone lit up with a message from Lando.

''Please can we just talk. I'm so fucking sorry for everything and I miss you so bloody much. I know that makes me sound selfish but please Y/N''

Honestly? You weren't ready to see him or talk to him again. You needed to give yourself time to come to terms with everything, it wouldn't be right to just give in and let him have his way.

''I'm not ready. Maybe when we're back in Monaco'' you replied to him, with his next message coming in within seconds.

''I get that..please just..reach out when you're ready? I'll drop everything to meet you''

3 weeks later, Monaco

Winter break, finally the F1 year had come to an end and you had a whole 3 months of holidays, minus the handful of events here and there for team sponsors.

Since the last time you saw Lando, he'd sent you a beautiful bouquet of flowers with an apology note, while you'd spent a lot of time reflecting on yourself. There was definitely few things you wished you had handled differently -

Firstly, both you and Lando knew that feelings were involved, everyone saw it, though you never addressed it yourselves. Maybe if you did, none of what happened would have occurred in the first place.

Second, the night you saw Lando and Magui, you should never have got with Mitch - the high lasted all about five seconds, and then you were back to square one, and thinking about it now, you were guilty for having used Mitch like that, even though he assured you you were all good.

You wished you were stronger and let your feelings for Lando go through this whole debacle, it would have been easier. You wouldn't have thrown dirty words at each other, and you'd actually have been friends with Magui and him, especially when he made you choose.

BUT, scratch that, you did what was right for yourself at that time, and you sure as hell were better off NOT being friends with Magui.

You also wished Lando had handled this better. He was never one to come clean and show his true feelings especially when he felt vulnerable like that. But you just wished he talked to you about the whole thing, used you as his friend, instead of pushing you away and breaking your heart further each time he saw you. It wont be easy for forgive him, at least not right now, but a part of you will always have a special place for him.

Then your heart broke when he told you the baby wasn't his. It was a relief, yes, but you knew he was hurting. It couldn't have been easy on him, but as much as you wanted to be there for him, you had to put yourself first.

There had been no contact between the two of you since then. Qatar and Abu Dhabi had been amazing races for him, McLaren winning the constructors championship, and you were elated for Lando, but you held your ground, not messaging him in case he got the wrong idea and thought you were ready.

Each day, you willed yourself to move forward, not let the events of the last quarter of the year hold you down, but it was tough. You missed him. So much. You missed everything about him. Things as simple as his presence, once always there for you, listening to you rant, cry, laugh, or be the person in your life that scolded you when you made stupid decisions. You missed his laugh. His crazy, animal-like laugh that always put you in a better mood, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his dimples shone through his gorgeous face. You missed his warmth, strong arms that held you close even when there were unspoken words between the two of you. His ability to make you feel safe and secure.

As much as you tried to hate him , forget him, a split second of a memory would pull you in again, and with each passing day, you craved his touch more and more.

Today was Carmen, George's girlfriends birthday party. She was a close friend of yours, and knowing Lando would be there, you were on edge all day.

A lot of your very close mutual friends had told you just how withdrawn Lando was, somewhat lost without you, and you'd decided that if they two of you talked, you would let him know there'd been a thaw. You weren't ready to be best friends again, no matter how much you craved it, but you would at least be civil, start off slow and build up from there.

He look heavenly.

Beautiful, really. His mop of curls sat perfectly in his head, his eye lashes were as long as your fucking heels, his slight stubble contouring his jaw stunningly, his lips plump, looking oh so delicious. Damn, get a hold of yourself you said to yourself, walking over to your seat, a few away from where he was standing. But god, those biceps on the tight white button up he was wearing.

Your world stopped when his eyes met yours. Deep green, piercing, you legs becoming jelly quickly as he sent you the most beautiful smile.

You smiled back as he closed the gap to you, now a mere three feet away and you were about to fold onto the floor. It should have been awkward, but it was anything but. Instinctively, you both leaned in, kissing each others cheeks, Lando's lips feeling like fire on your skin. You held your breath as you pulled back, smug smile on both your faces as others also moved beside you in greeting.

Finally, you broke the ice.

''Thank you for the flowers'' you said softly.

''You're welcome. It was nothing, really, but a step forward, i hope'' he said, eyes trained on yours.

Before you could say anything more, you were both being ushered to your seats at the table by a very strict Carmen, who hated things running late. And right now, it was dinner time. You loved her though.

Lando was sat a few seats down from you, on the opposite side of the table. More often than not, your eyes would catch one another, and at one point when he was engrossed in conversation with Charles, Carmen nudged your side.

''You doing okay?'' she asked. ''I sat you further away on purpose''

You chuckled, knowing she was only doing what's best for you.

''I'm ok. Promise'' you said when her eyes said they didn't believe you.

The evening was going well, eating, drinking, mingling. At one point you saw Lando stepping outside. This was your chance, you thought. You wanted to speak to him.

You stood beside him on the balcony, over looking the beautiful Monaco coastline. He didn't turn to look your way but his face still broke out into a smile, knowing it was you. Funny how just the presence of someone you adore can comfort you. After everything that happened, Lando was still your everything.

''I know things have been fucking tough lately, can only blame myself for that, but i hate that we've been through so much. Y/N I want you to know that nothing has changed how I've felt about you, for a very long time, before we even got together. If anything, it's only made me realize how much you fucking mean to me. I don't want to keep pretending like this connection isn't there, like we're just 'okay without each other,' even though my actions showed the opposite. I care about you so deeply, adore you so much, and I don't want to lose what we once had'' he turned to look at you, the words spilling out of his mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.

''No pressure. No expectations. I just need you to know that no matter what, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere'' he continued, a hand cupping your face.

You leaned into his hand, your skin tingling with electricity from his touch as his words hitched your breath. You took a moment to take them in, not react impulsively, while you bought your hand up to rest on top of his, your fingers tangling together as you took a deep breath.

The look in his eyes told you he was being sincere, honest for the first time in a long time with you. They held a warmth and a type of longing that you'd never seen before, not even in your most private moments together.

Something in his demeanor told you that the Lando standing in front of you wasn't the old Lando which yes, you did fall in love with, nor was it the man you'd come to not recognize. This was a new, improved version of himself. He seems wiser, more grounded and carried himself with a quiet confidence, all of which wasn't there before. Yes, he was an amazing person, that was how you grew to love him. But seeing him like this, honest with himself - it only makes you fall deeper in love with him.

You want nothing more than to pull him in for a hug, let him be that safe space for you again. But you still felt like you owed it to yourself to protect yourself, take things slow and not jump into the deep end in fear of getting hurt again, even though your gut feeling was that Lando would never do anything hurtful to you again.

You hands were still intertwined at your side, his thumb rubbing circles on yours as he waited for you to say something.

''Thank you for being honest. I'm sure it goes without saying that I never stopped caring about you either, as much as I tried to get you out of my mind, hate you even, i never stopped. I can't pretend that I wasn't hurt, and I wont ignore the fact that it's been difficult for me to move past everything that's happened. But I don't want to shut us out. I just.. need time. Time to heal, to trust, to feel like we're on steady ground again. There's something here, something that still matters to both of us, and I'm willing to take the steps to see where it leads. I just need to go at a pace that feels right for me, I hope you understand that. If we're going to find out way back to each other, I want to do it the right way'' you said softly, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

Lando wiped the tear away before cupping your face again, with both hands this time. He leaned down so his eyes were level with yours.

''I hear you, and i don't take any of this lightly. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you, and I bloody hate that I did. I know my words alone aren't enough..I need to show you, and I will. You matter to me so much more than I can put into words, and I don't want to rush you into something you're not ready for. No matter how long that takes, you know I'll be here waiting for you, yeah?''

You nodded your head as more tears fell down your face.

''Thank you, that means a lot'' you whispered.

He wiped away the rest of your tears and smiled at you, so genuine that you could help but smile back.

Then he held out his pinky finger. ''Friends?'' he asked, which made you chuckle. ''Friends,'' you said, locking your finger with his.

You looked back over the balcony, your skin heating up knowing he was still looking at you.

''Can a friend ask a friend for a hug?'' he asked softly.

You turned back to him, ''Always'' you replied, opening your arms up as he leaned down to wrap himself around you.

His hold was one filled with relief, tender, but tight, as if he never wanted to let you go, as your arms went around his neck and held him close, breathing in his scent and calming your breathing.

Funny how a single hug like this makes you feel safe, and you were so glad to hopefully be moving forward in the right direction, Lando at your side.

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[ordinary-barbie]

oceanic feeling.

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: You and Rafe are expecting a baby, so naturally, you banter about what to name them.

tags: pregnancy, cursing, suggestive references, allusion to Rafe's mom being dead, mentions of anxiety, lots of fluff

In the future If I have a daughter Will she have my waist Or my widow's peak? My dreamer's disposition or my wicked streak?

— "Oceanic Feeling," by Lorde

“Rafe Cameron, Jr.,” your husband said, smiling like he’d just discovered the greatest idea ever.

You arched your eyebrow, putting your book aside. “Rafe, what are you talking about?”

Rafe grinned bashfully. “Hey, sweetheart. Jus’ thinking up names for the lil peanut.” He rubbed your belly, even though you were only a few weeks pregnant and had no signs of a bump yet.

You and Rafe had met in college. He was a cocky frat bro and you were the sarcastic English major forced to partner up with him on a project. Fast forward a few years later and the two of you were living in domestic bliss in the house Rafe had built in Figure 8, close enough to easily see his family but still afforded you some distance. After two years of marriage, you and Rafe began trying for a baby, feeling like you were in a good enough place to add another member to your family. You’d finally gotten those two pink lines on your pregnancy test a few days ago, and while you were elated, it was nothing compared to how Rafe reacted. He’d sobbed happy tears, and you remembered hugging him deeply, taking a moment to absorb the good news.

“And the best you could come up with is naming them after yourself? How conceited,” you teased.

Rafe scoffed, sticking his tongue out at you. “Hey, Rafe is a very strong name, all right? It means ‘wolf counsel.’ That’s fuckin badass.”

“Sure, but isn’t one Rafe Cameron enough? I don’t think the world is ready for two,” you dryly responded. “Besides, what if we have a girl?”

Rafe smirked. “Then she’ll be...Rafella.”

You rolled your eyes, trying and failing to hide your grin. “I can’t stand you.”

“Oh really? You sure were able to stand me last night,” Rafe quipped. “‘Oh Rafey, your cock feels so good! Please fill me up!’”

Your body tingled with mortification. “Shut up, Rafe,” you grumbled, shoving him. He just laughed in response.

“Well let’s hear some of your ideas, babe,” Rafe said, smirking at you.

You brightened up. You were the type of nerd to have an actual list of potential baby names. You unlocked your phone, going into your notes app.

“I got a bunch of names right here,” you replied, handing your phone over to Rafe.

His eyes scanned the list, studying it intently. Then he let out a scoff. "Callum, really?'

"It's an adorable name!" you argued.

"It sounds like callus. You want our son to be called Callus Cameron?" Rafe scrunched up his nose as if he'd smelled something rotten.

"I like the alliteration," you quipped. "Keep reading, wise guy."

Rafe returned to the list, reading it with an expressionless look. You wrung your hands together, suddenly feeling self-conscious about your choices, especially since he'd already vetoed one of your favorites. You'd picked a lot of them before you'd become a Cameron, so you had to worry about any choices fitting the last name, you didn't know what types of names he liked—

"Babe, you okay? I can practically hear you overthinking," Rafe gently teased you. You thought about brushing off his concern, but Rafe could read you like a book. He knew that despite your quips and snark, there was always anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. Despite all your years together—and the rock on your finger—you couldn't help but fret over Rafe's opinion of you.

You shrugged. "I dunno Rafe. I just—I don't want you to think any of my name choices are stupid," you admitted, worrying at your lower lip.

Rafe captured your lip between his fingers, rubbing it soothingly. "Look, I know I gave you shit earlier, and I'm sorry. But I do value your input," he assured you, looking at you with utter fondness. "We're probably gonna disagree on stuff, but that's okay. Doesn't mean I love you any less."

A warmth bloomed in your chest and spread throughout your body, putting you at ease. Rafe pulled you closer to him so you could review the list together. "Miles...I like that one for a boy," Rafe said, pointing at one of the first names on your list.

"Miles Cameron," you said, enjoying how the mix of letters sounded in your mouth. "I like that."

"See? This is why you're the smart one in the relationship," Rafe joked, gazing at you fondly.

You rolled your eyes amusedly, shaking your head. "See anything you like from the girls' side?"

Rafe tapped his chin, pretending to be lost in thought. "I dunno... [your name] is pretty cute."

You felt your face grow hot. "Rafe! Come on, stick to the list."

Rafe chuckled, stroking your side as he pored over the list. He was more vocal about the girls' names, picking out a bunch that he liked, but one in particular stopped him in his tracks: Matilda.

"You put my mom's name on here," Rafe murmured.

You shrugged bashfully. "I figured it could be a nice tribute. But if you're not cool with it, I can—"

Rafe silenced you with a kiss before enveloping you in his arms. "Baby, no. I love that idea."

You smiled softly at Rafe, though inside, your heart was bursting. "You know what? I think we're gonna be okay parents."

"Yeah?" Rafe was full-on grinning now. "You're gonna be a fucking awesome mom. Definitely the hottest one in the neighborhood."

You slipped out of Rafe's embrace to sock him in the arm. "You are so annoying," you grumbled, trying to keep from giggling. "I already feel sorry for our future child."

"Too bad—you and the peanut are stuck with me," Rafe replied smoothly, kissing your forehead. You let out a dramatic sigh before leaning into your husband.

Honestly? Not a bad fate for you, all things considered.

note: maybe I'll write a flashback to when they first met...the possiblities...

[lil--ichigo]

Tf2 Mercs and Their Music Tastes but its period accurate

Scout - Mostly just goes with what's popular. Obviously loves Tom Jones and he is his favorite singer, but I think he also likes a lot of other music. He's a huge fan of Frankie Valli, Elvis, and Chuck Berry. He fawns over romantic music, too. IMO Falling in love with you and its his go to romantic song. I think he'd also like the music his mom listens to, like Frank Sinatra and Etta James. Def also gets into disco during the time skip in comic 7. He probably plays his music very loudly and annoys the base when they're trying to sleep. Poor Engie is always the one who has to tell him to turn it down because scout always wakes him up (I actually hc Dell is one of the better mercs when it comes to a sleep schedule but i'll post about the mercs sleeping habits some other time.)

Soldier - HATES THE BEATLES and considers them hippie music (he hates any kind of anti war music in general) I think hes older so wouldn't be a big fan of the music of the 60s, but moreso the big band stuff of the 40s and some patriotic music of course. He'll throw a hissy fit whenever the others suggest playing something else. The only other merc whose music he can tolerate is Demoman's and Engie's (Unless it's bob dylan, who falls under soldier's idea of "hippie music." But Engie also introduced him to Marty Robbins and the song Ain't I Right so...) Sadly idk much about 40s music so I can't say what he'd like in particular.

Pyro - Out of the mercs, Pyro is the least particular about music. Mostly because I imagine the music in pyroland sounds like The Lovin' Spoonful, Tiny Tim, or the Beach Boys. Even hard rock records will sound like cheerful pop to Pyro. I could see pyro liking psychadelic stuff like sniper outside of that. If Pyro is listening to music, Soldier is not allowed in their vicinity. It happened once, Soldier yelled something about hippie music and the base proceeded to catch fire. That was not a fun respawn for Soldier.

Engineer - Pretty much everyone agrees he's a Johnny Cash fan, so I'm going to go into other artists/bands he'd like. Of course, country music is a given, Dolly Parton, Patsy Cline, Marty Robbins ect. But I also think he'd like Folk, Blues, and Southern rock. Stuff like John Fogerty, or Bob Dylan. So a pretty modern music taste considering his age. I do think he likes some of the older music he grew up with, such as the song Uranium Fever.

Heavy - I don't know anything about the Russian music scene and what was popular, so I can't say what he would have listened to growing up or before he came to America. Tbh I think he mostly listens to whatever. Probably got introduced to glam rock via Medic. I think he likes to listen to classical music like Tchaikovsky or Shostakovich when he reads.

Demoman - Kinda extending my reach of period accurate cause it only really came to prominence during comic 7's timeskip, but for some reason I see him liking a lot of punk rock, not sure why. Maybe because a lot of punk bands were from the UK? I think he'd like the Sex Pistols and The Clash. I Think in general he and Sniper have very similar tastes in music (Specifically in Jazz, stuff like Miles Davis and Nucleus) although Demo likes music that's more upbeat. Specifically, there's this proto-punk band called Death I think Demoman would love, but they were super obscure during tf2s time.

Spy - If pyro is the least particular about music, spy is the most particular, even moreso than Soldier. I heard a spy cover of Frank Sinatra, and him liking him just Clicked? He seems like a fan of swing music to me, and probably gave some records to scout when he was young in hopes he's listen to them when he grew older. Maybe he'd also be into more modern/experimental stuff like The Velvet Underground?

Sniper - Tbh I heavily project a lot of my irl music taste onto him. He also enjoys more popular stuff, but not the kind of cheery stuff scout or pyro like. He's more into jazz and rock (esp the more psychadelic stuff like Jimi Hendrix and Cream cause he def smokes) Mainly the rolling stones, Black Sabbath and The Stooges. Like demo, I could see him liking punk when it starts to become known in the mid 70s. I think he'd be a fan of king crimson and some prog stuff too, but I can also see him thinking it's a bit too experimental and pretentious for him. Also since the tf2 comics ended in 1979 its my hc and I can say he likes joy division and dances when nobody is watching.

Medic - Don't have much to say aside from that man is gay as fuck he absolutely listens to Queen and David Bowie. I think when the mercs argue with what to listen to they end up handing the radio to Medic or Scout tbh.

[ladykailitha]

Cyrano de Munson

So hear me out. Cyrano de Bergerac with a happy ending and make it Steddie!

We coooouuullld have it set in the time of the original play, but let's take it up to show canon time instead.

So we have the King of Hawkins High as our Roxanne. The one everyone one wants to be with. He's sweet and charming, all the girls want to be with him and all the boys want to be him.

And then we have our Cyrano who has been writing poems and songs about Steve since he arrived in Hawkins and he pines from afar because he knows the king is straight (cough cough he's bi cough).

Then you have Nancy as Christian. She knows the only way to raise her status in school is to date Steve Harrington. But she doesn't know how to woo a guy and has all the romantic bones of a shark.

Then she accidentally bumps into Eddie in the halls and she knocks all his papers to the floor. She picks one up and it's a poem about hazel eyes, honey colored hair, and sun-kissed skin. She instantly knows who it's about.

She does feel a little guilty at the blackmail, but only a little. She needs to woo Steve and Eddie is her gateway. And it's not as though Eddie is even the right gender to bag Steve anyway, plus she's totally going to pay him for every letter. But as she doesn't want Steve to learn about her having help, she calmly tells Eddie if he tells, she'll out him in the school newspaper.

She does feel some guilt over that.

Some.

Steve gets these absolutely romantic letters from Nancy in his locker and just falls in love with the poetry and the way she just seems to understand him.

And after they start dating the letters don't stop. Nancy knows better than that. But they do peter off. She just tells Steve she has a hard time speaking the words off the cuff, but can write heartbreakingly beautiful poetry in addition to her skills with prose. (She had tried the whole Eddie feeding her words while she called up to Steve's bedroom window, but it was way too stressful.)

Everything thing that happens in canon still happens and Steve gets broken up with. He keeps the letters even though he knows he should throw them away.

Flash forward to season 4 and as Eddie and Steve are walking in the Dark Forest in the Upside Down and Eddie says something that sounds familiar.

The world is ending again and he really doesn't have time to think about it.

But later with Eddie in the hospital in a coma, Steve is reading the letters again. Mainly because both Eddie and Robin seemed to be trying to hint that Nancy was in love with him again, so he goes looking for proof of her feelings for him.

Then he catches on the phrase that was bothering him in the Upside Down. "Unambiguous sign of true love."

So Steve does the honorable and asks Nancy first, but she tells him it's all in his head because it's such a vague phrase. Anyone could have gotten it from anywhere.

But it doesn't sit right with him. There was the way Eddie said it that made Steve question every thing.

One day while he's reading to Eddie in the hospital while he's still in the coma a page flutters out of the book and he picks it up. It is almost word for word one of the letters Nancy gave him but in Eddie's handwriting.

Steve asks Wayne about it and Wayne tells him that Nancy girl used to come over to the trailer all the time and pay Eddie to write love letters to some fella she was wooing.

That sits like lead in his stomach, but lets it go. Nancy's with Jonathan now, and Eddie might not make it out of the coma. So it wouldn't do to dig up the past.

Then Eddie wakes up and just spills everything. He doesn't care if all of Hawkins knows he's gay, they're gonna hate him regardless. So he just pours his heart out to Steve.

Which Steve answers by kissing him senseless. Eddie is confused. Steve tells him he's known he'd like both for awhile, and he fell in love with the writer of the letter, not Nancy. And if that's him, then Steve loves him.

When Nancy finds out that Eddie spilled his guts, she really upset. Just furious he told.

Jonathan is confused, why would she care that a guy she's no longer dating knows the letters aren't from her.

That's when Eddie drops the final truth bomb. Steve isn't the only person Eddie's written letters for. All the letters that Nancy wrote to Jonathan while he was in California were written by Eddie and that's why she didn't come with Mike because she couldn't look him in the eye that she only vaguely knows what's in the letters because she didn't write them.

Jonathan blows up about how it had been eating him up inside that they didn't want the same things, but that they were in love. And were they even that?

Nancy doesn't have answer, because she doesn't know herself.

So Jonathan grabs Argyle by the face and kisses him. Argyle is positively beaming and Nancy is stunned.

Jonathan goes back to Cali with Argyle, Eddie and Steve get together and Nancy ends up with no one because of her lies.

At the end, Murray just shakes his head and comments that she fucked up so bad she turned both her boyfriends gay. He knows that's not how it works, but it's funny as hell and he stands by that!

[pascalislove]

ANGEL: SALESMAN X F!READER PART 12

Summary: She was an angel and she should be his.

The weeks without him had been a torment.

Y/N tried to fill the days with work, books, and movies, but nothing could distract her from his absence.

The worst part was that she couldn't forget what he had said to her.

"I don't love the others."

The words echoed in her head, making it impossible for her to go on with her life as if nothing had happened. Why did she have to say it? If he didn't love her, if it was just a whim, maybe it would have been easier to forget.

But no. It wasn't a whim.

And she loved him.

But loving Gong Yoo meant accepting his darkness. And that terrified her.

Maybe that's why she decided to go out that night. To distract herself.

—"You can't stay home forever," her friend Ji-Ah told her. "Let's go to a club. Just have some fun."

Y/N hesitated, but in the end, she agreed. Just a few hours. Just a little while.

The club was filled with lights and loud music. The atmosphere vibrated with energy and the sound of people laughing and dancing.

Y/N wasn't used to such places, but she did her best to relax. She drank a little, just enough to feel lighter.

—"Don't drink so much," her friend warned her before heading out onto the dance floor with a boy.

—"I know. Just a little more," she replied.

As she played with the glass in her hands, a man approached her.

—"Can I get you another drink?" he asked with a charming smile.

Y/N politely shook her head.

—I'm fine, thanks.

—"I just want to talk. There's nothing wrong with that, right?"

Y/N smiled at him politely.

She had no interest in him. He was just kind.

What she didn't notice was the exact moment the man, with a subtle movement, dropped a small powder into her glass while she looked away.

A few minutes later, Y/N began to feel strange.

Her vision blurred, her thoughts muddled.

—"Are you okay?" the man asked.

—"I... I feel dizzy..."

—"I'll take you outside so you can get some air."

Her body felt heavy, but she didn't react immediately.

Only when he held her waist and led her out of the club did an alarm bell go off in her head.

—"Where... are you taking me?" she asked with difficulty.

The man smiled.

—"To my house."

Fear hit her suddenly.

She tried to move away, but her body wouldn't respond.

—No… let me go…

—"Stop fighting," he muttered irritably. "You'll come with me."

Suddenly, a shadow appeared behind the man.

An instant later, fingers closed around his neck.

The stranger was brutally pushed against the alley wall.

—"Leave her alone. Or I'll kill you with my bare hands."

The deep, icy voice made Y/N's eyes widen.

She knew him.

She'd recognize that voice anywhere.

���Gong Yoo…

He was there.

He'd been there the whole time.

Watching her. Protecting her.

Y/N tried to say something else, but darkness enveloped her completely, and she collapsed.

Gong Yoo reacted the instant her body lurched forward.

He caught her in his arms before she hit the ground.

His jaw clenched as he stared at her pale, vulnerable face.

Damn it.

He knew something like this could happen. That's why he'd followed her.

From the moment he saw her walk into the club, he'd watched her from the shadows.

He saw when the man approached her.

He saw when she was too friendly and when he put something in her drink.

He didn't intervene immediately.

He waited.

He waited because he wanted to see how far that guy would go.

He wanted to see what kind of trash he was. But the moment he dragged her out of the club, all his self-control broke.

Gong Yoo looked up.

The man was still against the wall, trembling, his hands on his neck.

—"Y-You're right, she's drugged..." he stammered. "But I'm not..."

Gong Yoo punched him in the face before he could finish his sentence.

The man fell to the floor, bleeding from his nose.

—"Pray I don't kill you." His voice was a deadly poison. "Because if you had touched her... I assure you, no one would have found your disgusting body."

The man nodded quickly, backing away as if his life depended on it.

Gong Yoo ignored him.

His priority was Y/N.

He picked her up and disappeared into the night.

When Y/N woke up, she was in her bed.

In her apartment.

She felt disoriented at first, but when her vision cleared, she saw him.

Gong Yoo was sitting on the floor next to her bed.

He looked at her with an intensity impossible to describe.

—"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly.

Y/N swallowed.

—"How did I get here...?"

—"I brought you." She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a surge of emotions.

—"Did you follow me?"

—"Yes."

Y/N stared at him.

—Since when were you there?

Gong Yoo rested his forearms on his knees and sighed.

—"From the moment you walked into the club."

Y/N was speechless.

—"You always knew something was going to happen, right?"

—"No. But I knew if it did... I had to be there."

Y/N felt her heart clench.

He hadn't walked away.

Never.

Gong Yoo watched her intently.

—"You told me you didn't want to see me again... but I couldn't stay away."

She looked away.

—"I don't know what to do with you..."

He leaned a little closer, his voice softer than she'd ever heard.

—"Just tell me you don't want me to stay. And I'll leave."

Y/N looked at him again.

The answer was in her eyes. She didn't want him to leave.

But she didn't want to fall into his dark world either.

She remained silent.

Gong Yoo smiled, with a hint of sadness.

—That's okay. You don't have to answer now.

He stood up slowly and arranged her hair with a surprisingly tender gesture.

—Sleep a little longer. I'll be here.

Y/N closed her eyes.

For now… just for tonight… she wouldn't push him away.

◇◇◇

Y/N barely remembered what happened after Gong Yoo took her back to his apartment.

All she knew was that when she woke up, he was still there.

He hadn't left her for a single moment.

He had cared for her all night. He gave her water, made her soup, even though she could barely manage a few spoonfuls.

When he felt her fever subside and the effects of the drug wear off, he didn't leave immediately.

He helped her get up, made her tea, and even cleaned the living room while she rested.

And the worst part was, he didn't say a single word about what he had done for her.

He didn't expect thanks.

He didn't expect anything.

As the sun began to rise, he was the one who broke the silence.

—I have to go.

Y/N felt a strange emptiness in her chest.

Why?

Why did she feel this way when all she'd wanted was to get away from him?

Gong Yoo looked at her seriously.

—But before I go, I want you to know something.

Y/N swallowed.

—"What?"

He took a step toward her.

—"I love you."

Y/N's heart stopped.

—"Gong Yoo..."

—"You don't have to say anything right now. I just wanted you to know."

She didn't know how to respond.

Because she loved him too.

But... how could she say it after all?

Gong Yoo gave a half smile and caressed her cheek with his fingertips.

—I'll wait for you. As long as you need.

And with those words, he left.

Weeks later…

Y/N tried to move on with her life.

She hadn't seen Gong Yoo again since that night, but... she missed him.

More than she was willing to admit.

Working at the bookstore was her only distraction.

That afternoon, as she was organizing the shelves, the door opened and two men walked in.

—Welcome— she said politely without looking at them much.

One of them approached the counter with a forced smile.

—We're looking for someone.

Y/N looked up.

The two men looked dangerous.

—"Who are you looking for?"

—"Your brother."

Y/N felt a chill.

Her brother.

Of course. Debt.

He was always in trouble with money.

She tried to stay calm.

—He's not here. He left weeks ago.

The men looked at each other and smiled mockingly.

—Oh, really? Well, tell him he has to pay us when he comes back.

One of them crossed the counter and got too close.

—And if not, someone else will have to pay.

Before Y/N could react, he grabbed her by the arms and slammed her against the wall.

—¡let me go!

—Your brother owes us a lot of money, darling. And if he's not here… we can get paid another way.

The other man smiled.

—Yes… we'll have fun with you. You're beautiful.

Y/N felt a cold fear in her chest.

—No… please…

One of the men raised his fist.

And the blow landed hard and sharp against her cheek.

Y/N felt the burning and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

No. No. No. Tears began to fall.

But then…

The sound of the door slamming open made everyone stop.

An instant later, a brutal force threw one of the men to the ground.

The other was grabbed by the neck and lifted against the wall.

—You touched her.

That voice.

That damn voice.

Gong Yoo.

The man tried to struggle, but Gong Yoo's hand tightened around his neck.

—I'm going to kill you.

—¡Wait…!

But Gong Yoo threw him hard to the ground.

Before the other man could react, he received a direct blow to the jaw.

The fight was brutal.

Gong Yoo showed no mercy.

He struck without stopping, without hesitation.

Pure fury.

One of the men tried to stab him with a knife, but Gong Yoo dodged the attack and kicked him in the stomach.

The other…

He.

The one who had hit Y/N.

That bastard didn't deserve to keep breathing. Without a second thought, Gong Yoo grabbed a thick book from one of the tables and slammed it against the guy's face.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Until his face was covered in blood.

The sound of bones breaking was gruesome.

—¡Gong Yoo, Enough!

Y/N screamed, but he didn't stop.

His hands were covered in blood.

The blood of the man who dared to hurt her.

—"Gong Yoo, please!"

But only when she touched his back did he react.

He turned sharply, and Y/N saw his expression.

Madness. Rage. Darkness.

His face was covered in blood.

But when he looked at her...

When his eyes met hers...

Something in him broke.

—"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Y/N could barely nod.

Then he took her face in his hands.

And rested his forehead against hers.

—"I don't want you away anymore,"

Y/N whispered, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.

Gong Yoo squeezed his eyes shut.

—Y/N…

—I love you.

He froze.

Y/N looked him straight in the eyes.

—I love you, Gong Yoo.

He clenched his jaw, as if trying to control his emotions.

And then…

His lips crashed into hers.

Desperate.

Hungry.

Regardless of the blood on their skin.

Regardless of the darkness.

Just the two of them.

This story does not follow the plot of the series, tell me if you like it and if you want me to tag you in the chapters🫶

Tag list:

@beebeechaos , @onyxmango , @muchwita @czarinera , @putrescentpoet , @solsticeex , @sowhatwereyousaying

[forgottenarias]

ooc | more aria thought rambles ;)

so obviously being locked up in stafford, aria doesn't know EXACTLY what was happening w/ the varmont bros @ malconaire, but i think after Amira's Terrible Tea Party, she started to get a bit of an idea! i def think she'd heard/figured out from someone that they'd been going to malconaire and when she showed up at a tea with eithne and the main topic of conversation from Amira seemed to be arthur, she put two and two together!

also our girl has a LOT of time on her hands so when arthur was suddenly being kinda weird and closed off (... i'm kinda just assuming there was a change in his behavior, even for a short while, after eithne broke the news of her engagement but @forgottenarthur please correct me if you think otherwise!) and not long after it became public knowledge eithne was marrying cassimir... i think she maybe connected the two?

so she knows but its not confirmed but also its basically confirmed in her mind that arthur had ~something going on with eithne! and i think part of aria might believe 'oh well obviously he had his lady he'd go see in the country and then i guess i'm just the lady in the castle to entertain him while he's stuck here!' but things have gotten more intense with them so she's not sure that's really true?

anyway, i do think there is some jealously/insecurity for aria knowing arthur had ~something going on with eithne! i sort of had this idea in my head that, pre-roderick, Eilia & Eithne & Eabha were representations of this 'idealistic' Astairan lady who was going to be the heir and a lady but were also kind and generous and beloved by their people! And then we know eithne is obviously known for her beauty and, at least at malconaire, had these young men who were infatuated with her and a lot of that Aria just doesn't feel she could compete against? (if this was a competition and she doesn't consider it that!) i think (probably that secret romantic side of her coming out) she envisions eithne as the sort of lady men want to make pledges to and save from terrible fates and fall in love with! And she doesn't view HERSELF in that way at all. at least w/ him she's been a bit standoffish and she pushes him and can be contrary and doesn't let her emotions show! so in that kind of crazy thought process i've imagined comes from her being alone with her thoughts a lot, Aria has cast herself as NOT the lady knights are charge off to rescue or woo or whatever from her stories-- eithne is that sort of lady.

but all that being said aria is extremely rational, right? so this whole line of thinking is absurd to her because she KNOWS that there's no way she OR eithne end up with arthur-- neither of them are acceptable in roderick's eyes so what's the point of even having these feelings? but they're still there. and i DO think that even if/when arthur + aria manage to communicate their feelings to each other aria still might have that nagging thought in the back of her head like 'what if eithne comes to him and does the same thing? does he pick her?' from time to time! but tbh i think that all really depends on where those two are at if/when they express ~emotions haha! like i think if its smth like arthur finds out abt aria's powers and is all 'idc i still love you' then she's honestly pr not really going to consider eithne into it at all at that point since she's literally the thing he's been taught to destroy and he just doesn't care! and also just everything that is happening w/ them is so! intense! i think the whole concept of eithne as her romantic rival (that sounds more intense that i feel like it needs to be haha) is just that little voice in the back of her head that pops up from time to time!

AND not that it really matters i do think if she hadn't been locked up at stafford and could have seen the eithne/arthur relationship in action versus whats going on w/ she and arthur... she would realize its diffierent. honestly probably would've put things in perspective for her about him?? but that's not a think so like i said its really not important ahahaha

[ivysprophecy]

I'll Be Damned

an: ummm @kimoralov3 gave me a request and we both decided i needed to write it immediately. sorry if its a little whorish LOL. the actual request is from a tumblr post TAGGED HERE AND I WILL TAG THE CREATOR @wttcsms i wanna make sure credit is given where its due. also i got SO CARRIED AWAY the longest thing ive ever written LOL and i started this so long ago i think the original post got deleted, whoops.

warnings: talks about conservative/strict/religious upbringing, purity rings, mentions of weed, loss of virginity, protected sex, mentions of not being on contraceptives, religious talk, mdni 18+, oral fem!recieving

word count: 4373

you were no saint, that much was certain. god knows if your parents knew you were alone in a boys room with said boy theyd have your head on a stick.

especially if they knew that boy was jj maybank.

your parents werent bad people by any means, they knew not to judge someone based on things out of their control. but in their defense jj had made some questionable choices.

but that was part of his appeal. his charm was his impulsivity, his wit, his knack for excitement.

how he'd decided youd be good friends you have no idea but you couldnt be happier that he had.

or else you wouldnt be sitting in his bed at the chateau with him as he smoked a joint and watched whatever sit com you were currently binging together.

"can I ask you something?" he blurted out of nowhere, his eyes still trained on the small television screen.

your head whipped in his direction at his cautious tone, "shoot," you said curiously. why did he sound so worried?

had you done something wrong?

"whats that ring? on your pinky finger..." he motions with a nod of his head down to your hand that was sitting in your lap, "i know you said its a family thing. does it have a meaning or something?"

oh boy. i hate this talk.

"its uh... its a purity ring... my dad gave it to me at my confirmation last year," he almost choked on his own spit.

"a- a purity ring? i know you said you were religious but damn- i thought those were some kind of fallacy..."

"im so proud of you! you just used 'fallacy' correctly in a sentence!" you said with an exaggerated sense of excitement hoping to change the subject.

you hated being judged for your ring. you saw the looks from boys when they saw it, if they knew what it was. girls teasing you for being a prude.

when in reality it wasnt much of a choice. rationally, you know having sex wouldnt send you into the fiery pits of hell. rationally, you knew that in your faith, heaven was created for sinners who had earned forgiveness and preached love and prosperity and worshipped God. but irrationally... what if your parents were right? your faith was important to you, a key part of how you were raised. you didnt want to become a disappoint by giving into temptation.

but late at night when a certain blond snuck into your thoughts... you wanted to give in. badly.

"i wasnt judging you, i was just a lil shocked alright? i didnt know you were that serious about all that," hed held up his hands in defense trying to calm your nerves on the sensitive subject.

"honestly?" you turn to face him with a shameful look on your face, a pink hue covering your cheeks perfectly, "sometimes i dont think i am. or- that my values and beliefs dont really line up like that."

"what do you mean?"

"just that. i dont think purity matters THAT much ya know? and forgiveness is there for a reason. that having sex doesnt mean im not a good person. right?"

jj chuckled lowly, "mama if that were true id be considered down right satanic."

you couldnt hide your laughter after his comment either. hes just so infectious. clearly with the way thoughts of him had been invading your mind lately.

"its not just that- then the insecurity comes along with it, even if i changed my mind everyone already knows about it. no guy would ever wanna sleep with me. unless its some kind of weird kink thing and i dont think my religion should be fetishized-"

"are you kidding me?"

"um... no? im not really comfortable with that-"

"no- mama-" jj shook his head in his hands, "there are plenty of guys that would wanna sleep with you. not just for some creepy kink."

"name one," you said seriously. because seriously, who the fuck would wanna sleep with you? not a single person has ever shown real interest in you ever-

"me."

shut the fuck up. he said that so confidently?! hello?!

your eyes widen with shock, "p-pardon?!"

"i didnt stutter right? i said pretty clearly that i want to have sex with you-" you clamped a hand over jj's mouth instinctively. praying that john b hadnt heard his friends loud proclamation across the hall.

"i heard you the first time!" you whispered, your tone stern.

jjs eyes gestured to the hand on his mouth as if to say 'move please so i can speak'. part of you didnt want to move your hand, partially because of what he might say, and the other because touching him kinda felt nice. in anyway you could.

haphazardly, you decide to remove your hand from his face, your face still showing your disbelief.

"why are you so confused? you asked a question and i answered it-"

"because i- well i didnt expect that from you. and i dont need a pitty fuck if thats what youre trying to say because thats even more pathetic."

"okay none of that- no maam," jj interrupts me shaking his head, "im not gonna listen to you talk about yourself like youre completely undesirable. because thats so fucking unbelievable."

his face, on rare occasion, is utterly serious. oh my dear god he really did wanna sleep with me...

lord if this is a test i want to assure you this not a battle you wanna give me. im not your strongest soldier because i will fold faster than a lawn chair.

"youre serious??"

"do i look like im jokin? do i have a mic in my hands? is there an audiance i dont see? cause im not a fucking comedian. im being for real."

what are you supposed to do now? like actually? do you kiss him? no one prepared you for what to do in this situation.

"okay listen- you look pretty freaked out. im not saying we have to or anything im just saying... ive thought about it ya know? youre gorgeous and were close so i just thought maybe youve thought about it too."

well here goes nothing, "i have. thought about it i mean. a lot."

"oh really?" that made jjs brows quirk up and a smirk plaster across his face. he always has to be so smug, "is that so?"

"dont do that!"

"do what?" he questioned.

your cheeks flush in embarrassment, "make me feel like this is so easy. because it isnt."

"but it could be," jj pauses the tv before looking directly in your eyes, meaning business, "you just said that this is what you want right? im right here offering it to you so whats stopping you?"

you took a deep, shaky breath at his words. you really didnt wanna sound like a crazy person but being scared of sex was normal right? especially with your best friend of all people.

there were so many reasons not to do this.

"honestly? im scared. scared of what that would mean for us, scared of actually doing this. scared of... a lot of things. im a chicken. a big fat crazy chicken."

he couldnt help but laugh at your words. thinking 'what the fuck is she on?'

and part of him knew hed have to talk you off the ledge if you were gonna do this, but hes willing to work for it. work for you.

"mama listen to me. we can be whatever the hell you want us to be, youre my girl whether we're just friends or my head is between your legs. and as for the other part- id never ever hurt you m'kay? if you wanna do this i promise id go as slow as you want. you set the pace, ill be gentle. but im not trynna make you do this."

oh my god jj maybank just gave you 'the speech'.

and youre sitting here with all of your clothes still on.

"and lets say i do... wanna do this... you really want this? like this isnt out of pity or curiosity or anything?"

"maybe im not making myself clear. y/n. i wanna have any and every part of you that you'll let me."

holy shit okay... yeah okay. this is really happening.

you try to scramble for the words caught in your throat, "okay.. h-how do i do this? what if i do it bad?"

"youre not gonna 'do it bad'," he chuckles through his words, one of his hands sliding onto your thigh, "look ill guide you through it okay? we'll go slow... i promise."

"that sounds...nice."

"i sure hope so," he chuckled softly, "otherwise we wouldnt be doing it... and if you wanna stop just tell me okay?

all you could was nod and watch as he moved so he was hovering over you and you were laid flat against his bed.

"i need to hear you say it mama..." his face was so close to yours you could barely muddle up a whisper in response giving him a small 'yes' before finally feeling his lips press into yours.

it wasnt anything like you thought it would be. it was... gentle, sweet, tender in the most romantic way.

but you could tell he was holding back...

your hands found the nape of his neck and quickly pulled him closer, needing more of him. wanting him to show you what its really like, not some pussy foot version.

his lips travelled further down to your jaw... to your neck... to your collar bone...

"can i take this off?" there was a small tug at the hem of your shirt, his eyes pleading with you, begging even.

you sat up almost immediately, helping him pull it over your head, and just like that his eyes were glued to your chest.

the pink on your cheeks intensified to a red at the sight, at first you were thinking of the worst case scenario. that hed changed his mind, the they didnt look right, that you werent as appealing as hed assured you.

his hands instinctively reached out but he stopped himself, unsure if he was moving too fast, doing too much.

"gorgeous..." his eyes were wide with excitement, raw and unfiltered. the inside of his mouth salivating at the sight of your braless body. "can i touch you? please god- ill pray if it means i can."

the laugh that escaped you was just as unashamed as his pleas, "yea. yea jay you can touch me," you wanted laugh more. aware that hes being considerate of your feelings but it was almost stupid how badly you wanted this.

he quickly pulled his shirt over his head before diving back in to kiss you, his hands gently kneading at your breasts. you were a bit disappointed you didnt get to ogle at him like he had you, but youd seen him without a shirt enough times at the beach to satisfy curiosity.

"jj-"

his head whipped up so fast from trailing gently little kisses across the swell of your breasts, a worried expression crossing his face. "you okay baby? need me to stop?"

"no- no i just... you can keep going. i need more. i need you..." your breathing was heavy as were your eyes.

"you sure? im just trynna go slow and make sure youre okay. wanna take care of ya."

"im okay jj... i promise. this is what i want," you meant what you said too. there isnt anyone else youd want to do this with.

he gave me a look, once more chance to back out, before letting a deep rooted sigh out. sounded more like relief than anything.

his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your shorts giving them a firm pull, "these need to go. now."

and he didnt have to tell you twice, within seconds they were unbuttoned and being pulled past your knees and being thrown across the room with abandon.

the giggle that escaped your throat was involuntary as jj pulled you buy your ankles further down the bed so the back of your knees were hanging off the edge of the bed.

"jj! what are you doing??"

"m gonna eat, fucking starving. now spread your legs f’me. wanna see that pretty pink pussy," jj knelt to the ground, threw my legs over his shoulders with urgency, looking down and admiring the view before him. “you’re so fucking perfect…”

you didn’t think someone just talking to you could elicit a moan from you, however jj was always there to challenge you. like right now.

he was peppering small kisses down the inside of your thighs, along the curves of your hips, avoiding where you need him most trying to make you feel appreciated.

he’s doing a good job too.

his thumb gently glides over your sensitive clit with a featherlight touch making me shake with need, the other hand holding your hips against the mattress as you feel his lips finally capture your core and his tongue starts lapping at the bundle of nerves.

your hand flies to his hair gripping it tightly between your fingers eliciting a groan that vibrates through you as his tongue continues to skillfully pull every sound from you and send shocks through your body

theres a feeling of something toying with your entrance delicately, looking down to see him staring up at you with a needy, hungry look in his eyes. you gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening with a nervousness and desperation.

"'s just my finger baby, relax. it wont hurt i promise," he tried to reassure you gently as you nodded.

"feels good... keep going. please."

"yes maam," he smirks up at you before diving back into your slick folds, simultaneously ever-so gently pushing his finger into you beneath his chin.

was it normal to feel so full from just a finger?

holy shit what is it gonna feel like when hes actually inside you??

you tried your best not to think about it to avoid psyching yourself out and just trying to enjoy the feeling. your walls flutter around him and he can feel how close you are already with his finger pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he curls it inside of you.

his face his practically dripping with you when he looks back up at you, "hows it feel mama? talk to me."

your face is scrunched in pleasure as you shake your head quickly, your hands back to gripping the cotton sheets beneath you, "cant," you answer bluntly, out of breath as his finger works your mercilessly. it was the honest truth, the feeling making it hard to think straight, or at all really.

"oh cmon now i believe in you. tell me how good it feels... think you can handle another? youre so close gorgeous, let me help you get there..."

you practically squeal as he presses the second digit into you, the stretch a delicious sting that borders on uncomfortable. but the slickness greatly helps with the discomfort easing it almost instantly as jj keeps his pace consistent, your hips bucking off of the bed as you come apart on his fingers, your juices dripping onto his palm.

"holy shit mama that was so fucking hot... youre so tight," he presses small gentle kisses down your thighs as he talks you through your first orgasm. his forehead resting on your hip as he gathers himself.

it feels like the lack of oxygen has made you dizzy and oddly relaxed from feeling so breathless.

jj maybank just made you come.

jj maybank just gave you your first orgasm.

oh lord am i gonna have to ask for your forgiveness until the day i die. i might die right here right now.

"pretty mama i need you to say something... kinda scaring me," you lift your head off of the pillows to look down where he lays on you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns across your stomach.

"sorry," you run a hand over your face taking a deep breath, "just kind of... i dont know. calming down."

god even his laugh made you quiver.

"we can take a break if you need it- do you want me to grab you a water or someth-" you quickly shut him up by leaning down to kiss him

"i wanna keep going.. jj that was... eye rolling, moan eliciting, mind boggling-ly good. im okay i promise."

"youre killing me here baby-" he looked up at you as his hands roamed your body slowly and aimlessly. feeling comfortable in such a vulnerable state with her. "are you sure?"

you lean to the side diving into the drawer next to his bed where you figured hed have a condom lying around, you guessed correctly.

"stop asking me that, i know youre trying to be sweet but i already told you i want this. im not changing my mind. im not on birth control for obvious reason but-"

a groan from his lips interrupts you, the sound more like a struggled, suppressed moan. his head falling into the crook of your neck. looks like someone has a breeding kink. shouldve guessed it by that nickname.

"ill do whatever you want mama but youre literally naked holding my condom in your hand. im losing self control quickly."

you giggled softly, "youre okay with just the condom?"

"im okay with or without it. god, ill be perfect as long as im inside you."

it was your turn to moan this time as he takes the foil from you, ripping it open between his stupidly cute canine teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he rolls it on almost effortlessly.

watching him you realize it was the first time you could really drink in the sight of him... and how big he was.

"jj- i dont think-" you go to protest before he kisses you softly. so fucking soft for you in every way except for one.

"we'll make it fit," thats the only thing he says before he positions his body to loom over you, your hips meeting each other. his eyes light up and he reaches behind you grabbing an extra pillow. "lift your hips for me baby... good girl."

he adjusts the pillow under your hips comfortably, his hands gripping your hips to lower you then running down your legs to wrap them around his hips.

"i read somewhere that makes it better- for you. i dont know im not a chick. does it feel okay? are you okay?"

you could melt from his words, jj wasnt always great with telling people how he felt but he does one better. he shows them, shows you. always thinking of you and your wellbeing.

"its perfect jay, thank you," you smile up softly at him, "youre perfect."

the blond blushed at your words, placing one hand next to your head so he leans over you to whisper in your ear, probably to also hide how flustered that made him.

"ill go slow i promise... its gonna hurt a little but ill stop when you need me to. and if you wanna stop all together thats okay. youre in control baby. 'm at your mercy."

your hand reaches for stability, finding it tugging at the roots of his blond mop as his hand reaches between the both of you to align him at your entrance. the folds still slick from just moments ago.

hes pressing soft wet kisses to your neck, moving his hips forward just the smallest bit so his tip barely pierces your hole. you suck in sharply as you feel him, feel the pressure, the sting.

your gasp must have scared him, he lifts himself from you to look down at you with concern.

"you okay mama?"

all you can do is nod in response trying to keep your breathing steady. frankly, you didnt think youd be this tight. obviously hes not the size of your ultra big tampons but still. you were a bit naive.

"just let me know if you need me to stop... but you gotta relax or it wont fit. trust me, ill go easy on you but you gotta breathe babe. let yourself relax... im right here."

you nodded again, maybe it was lame but you were so focused on how he felt against you, you could barely speak.

taking another deep breathe you urge his hips forward with your ankles wrapped around them, and the sting intensifies as his tip finally goes inside of you, and you were already clenching around him.

hard enough that his arms wobbled for a slight second.

"shit mama, youre so fucking tight," he sighs in ecstasy, "jesus- stop clenching around me or ill blow like a two pump chump."

that got a chuckle out of you, even though he was completely serious. the sting goes away slowly, and you press kisses down his neck to calm yourself. you wanted your lips on every inch of his body.

"keep going," you begged, your voice abnormally high and breathy.

"there you go baby, made it through the hardest part. see? its not so bad... im right here baby."

he moves his hips forward again, and you felt another inch push into you. god how did you already feel so full?

and then another inch. and another.

how fucking big is he?

"jesus jj- so full... 's too much-" you whine, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, your polished nails pressing into his skin.

"need me to stop?"

you thought for a moment before shaking your head, "no.. need more. feels so good."

and with that he pushed himself all the way to hilt, fully pressed inside your sopping wet cunt. you moan loudly, forgetting john b is just down the hall in the living room.

jj presses his lips to yours, capturing them so your tongues meet in the middle, making every thought poof from your head. youve dreamed of this moment so many times and you know youre lucky that the first time feels just as good as the fantasy, if not better.

"move, jay i need you to move... please for the love god move your hips."

he moaned into your ear before pulling back and push back into you, again and again, setting a steady pace that was safe for the both of you. safe for you because he didnt want to hurt you, and safe for him because he didnt want to come in the next two minutes.

with your head thrown back on the bed, jj begins pressing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, focusing on the sweet spots he found before. making his way down to your collar bone, your chest rising and falling drastically as he continues to pump in and out of your swollen pussy.

and finally he makes it to your breasts, beautiful and full and ready for some attention, hips lips latch around one nipple while his free hand rolls the other between his fingers teasingly.

"so fucking perfect, so fucking mine," he grumbled against your chest before switching places. he pulls off of you with a pop, a sudden idea popping into his head.

his hips fastening their pace as he looks down at the ring on your finger, before taking your hand in his, and pulling that purity ring off.

your eyes widen as you watch him carefully, watching to see what he will do as he inspects it. or at least trying to as his hips slam into yours.

he takes his necklace off, and hooking the ring onto the string before tying it back onto his neck and leaning forward back the way he was. hovering over you, and now your purity ring, thats no longer needed, dangles in front of you like a taunt.

"dont need that," he whispers in your ear quickening his pace as he feels you clenching around him, so fucking wet for him you can hear the pornographic sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. only adding fuel to your fire, "wear it so everyone knows who you fucking belong to. youre mine, y/n. say it."

oh god.

"yours," you can barely speak without moaning, "yours jay."

he slips a hand between you, his thumb working your clit perfectly as he pounds into you pushing you to the edge of another orgasm.

"yea. youre mine? coming around my cock baby, youre squeezin me to death, you gonna cover me in your cum? yea?"

you squeal at the feeling, his words, everything, this is so perfectly overwhelming. you moan, almost scream, coming again just like he said.

and hes not far behind you, driving into you before you feel him twitch inside of you, spilling into the condom shuddering around you, trying not to collapse on you.

"holy-"

"shit," you chuckle finishing his though as another ripple passes through his muscles, he pulls out and you instantly feel empty, squeezing to find something that isnt there anymore.

he lays next to you with a very satisfied smile on his face.

more like a smirk really.

"ill be damned," you smile deliriously, turning to look at him, "jj that was... i couldnt have had a better first experience. seriously..."

"glad you enjoyed it mama," he wraps an arm around you pulling him into a chest as he starts to breathe normally, his heartbeat still racing though. "you okay?"

"im perfect jay... i loved it."

"well id be happy to be of service whenever youd like-" he teases.

you slap at his chest playfully, moving to wrap a leg around his before realizing how sore you were. and soaked. he sits up almost immediately seeing your hesitation.

"let me get something to clean you up..." he grabs his boxers pulling them back on to grab a warm wet cloth from the bathroom, crouching to clean you carefully and gently.

girls at school werent lying, aftercare was arguably the best part.

he treated you with such care and so much love that it didnt matter whatever anxiety you carried from what just transpired, you were happy you did it. even if it was with your best friend.

[maraskywalkers]

if Buck & Eddie talk every day but then there comes a week where they keep missing each other & it doesn't usually happen more than once or twice but this week they just can't seem to catch each other at the right time

Buck has a busy shift so there's no downtime & he crashes when he gets home & he's apparently been going on dates again and Eddie is still adjusting to a new job & navigating how to find his footing in Chris's life & dealing with his parents still trying to control everything & he has no real say in anything & he just wants to talk Buck because Buck's his person & he can help make sense of everything & be a sounding board to help Eddie figure out what to do but again they can't seem to catch each other

& then finally there's some 118 get together & it's low-key and casual but Eddie sees them talking about it in the group chat & that's fine except that apparently Buck brings a date, someone he's been seeing that he likes & wants to see if it could be going anywhere & so Eddie doesn't suggest they FaceTime then instead just tells them all to have a good time & they'll have to plan a visit soon

& it's all fine he knows they miss him & he tries to make plans with Chris but his parents are like he's busy this weekend & we can't disrupt his routine or whatever

& so he's at home alone when he sees pics from the 118 get together posted online & it's like the last straw of a terrible week bc he misses them, he misses LA, the 118, the family he chose for himself, he misses Chris even tho they're in the same zip code again bc it feels like they're still hundreds of miles apart & nothing he does feels like it's bringing them any closer, & he misses Buck who is hundreds of miles away & who feels like he's drifting further & further from with each missed phone call, declined FaceTime, & delayed text reply

so he ends up getting drunk on his kitchen floor & leaving Buck a sad voicemail telling Buck how much he wishes Buck was here with him & how much he wants to talk to him & some other things he can't remember before Eddie goes to bed tipsy & emotional & so so tired & he wakes up the next morning having slept past his alarm bc his phone is dead & he has a hangover & he thinks about just sleeping in some more but then there's a knock on his front door

when he opens it, it's Buck with a small suitcase & an anxious smile & he's rambling about how he got Eddie's voicemail but Eddie didn't answer is phone & is he okay, he didn't sound okay, so he got Bobby to approve some time off & he knows it's impulsive but Eddie said he needed him so he just figured he'd show up is that okay Eddie please say something

& that's when everything Eddie's been feeling this past week, month, year finally boils over and he chokes out Buck's name & then Buck is holding Eddie while he cries into Buck's big stupid chest & Buck rubs his back and says something like

I'm here, I've got your back

& Eddie says something like

I know, you always do

& they just stand there holding each other for while

[arliedraws]

Hi! I have an interesting question for you!

If Sirius traveled back in time into his younger body, but before that found out why and when Peter betrayed them, would he have tried to stop it or would he have just killed Peter outright?

Because I'm Thorn on this one: on one hand, whwn Peter and Sirius saw each other after 13 in the shack, Sirius sounded to be in so much pain from the betrayal, almost as if he hoped it wasn't real and that Peter is going to say he was idk, imperioused or something

On the other hand, Peter killed James and Lily, and so many of their other Order members, their friends, and then faked his Death while killing 12 more.

I've ruminated on this and honestly. I don't know.

Depends. If it's a long time before the betrayal, I wonder if he'd tell James or Dumbledore that Peter was the spy. I mean, I think he'd tell James right away that he had come from the future, so James might insist that they confront Peter rather than turn him in immediately because James strikes me as a "second chance" type of person. So Sirius, James, and Remus might sit Peter down and tell him they know he's the spy.

If you were to write a fic about this, there are a lot of ways you could go with it: Peter could panic + blow up the room (thus grievously injuring one or more of them), orrrrr Peter might take the opportunity to leave/escape Voldemort if he thought he would be protected. I can't always read Peter as a character, frankly, so I'm not sure.

However, to your question--would Sirius kill him? I don't think so. He DEFINITELY would have killed him in the Shack in PoA, and I think he would come close to killing Peter in a time travel situation, but I think Peter's the Gollum of HP where you just can't bring yourself to do it.

Look, I don't know why I feel this way, but if Sirius had faced Peter ALONE in PoA, I think he would have had a really hard time killing him. I'm talking about if there were no Remus and no Harry, just Sirius and Peter in a room. Like if Sirius managed to get into Gryffindor Tower during the Halloween feast, I think Peter would've been able to make Sirius hesitate. I mean, Sirius isn't stupid, but he loves so deeply. I don't know why I feel like this! But I just don't think Sirius has ever killed anyone before (maimed, maybe, but not purposely killed).

[haemey]

Et Resurrexit Tertia Die - Chapter 5: Somebody that I used to know (3.8k, 30.9k total so far)

Chapter Summary:

Aziraphale learns something interesting from Muriel, while Crowley doesn't quite manage to be as annoying as he'd like.

Excerpt:

“How often are those records used?”, he asked, almost to interrupt himself. “Well…” Muriel looked a little sad now. “Almost never. They’re mostly for archival purposes, I think. Sometimes it feels like the other angels kind of forgot the records exist, really. A few years ago, I think Michael came to one of my colleagues to request some files, but otherwise, no one really comes along.” “That…” Aziraphale swallowed. “That sounds lonely.” When Muriel smiled again, it had lost some of its brightness. “Oh, no, it’s fine. If no one comes, then you don’t get distracted, right?” He gave them a sympathetic smile of his own. “Quite right. That’s why I never liked having customers in here, I think.” It wasn’t quite the same, though, was it? Solitude by choice or by nature?

Don't be fooled, this one gets silly.

Fic summary, tags and tags under the cut.

Fic summary:

Half a year after Aziraphale left, Crowley is trying his best to come to terms with the fact that the world is going to end in just seven weeks and that he will likely have to face that end alone. Having done all he can, all that's left for him to do is to distract himself while he waits. Teaching a too-nice-for-their-own-good human not to take in random strangers might be just the ticket. Meanwhile, up in Heaven, Aziraphale is receiving some troubling news about the Second Coming. Troubling - but possibly the best chance he is ever going to get to set things to rights. Now, if only he could get Crowley aboard, but that seems to be much more difficult than he would like. The solution to all their problems is much closer than they think. If only they'd remember the elephant... OR: Just another post-season 2 fic. But with more glitter.

Tags:

Post-Season/Series 02, Canon Compliant, until S3 is out at least, Angst, Fluff, Comedy, sfw, The Second Coming (Good Omens), Jesus took the Crucifixion personally, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), They Are Not Talking, until they are, canon typical drinking, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Crowley is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Jaded Millennia old beings vs jaded Millennial, Original Character(s), Symbolism, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Bad Puns, Innuendo, Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Miscommunication, actual communication, Unlicensed and Unintentional and Involuntary Therapy, Rated M for heavy angst towards the end, POV Alternating, Additional Tags to Be Added, Betaed, Glitter, Footnotes

Big thanks to @bellisima-writes and @lickthecowhappy for beating <3

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