#Just watched it for the first time and liked it but they sure do have sibling energy up until the end đ
hi! i have an idea ive been thinking about for a while. spencer and the team (plus reader) are at a bar and reader goes off to get a drink/dance/talk to someone and either a girl or a group of girls come up to spencer and start flirting with him. the first thing she/they ask ofc is "do you have a girlfriend?" and spencer (not realizing they are flirting) is like yes!!! her name is _____ and she is amazing and i love her so much.... and he goes on like a 20 minute rant about reader. reader finally finds him talking to these girls/girl and has to recuse them/her from his ranting about herself and explain what they actually meant.
sorry that was a lot but i wanted to make sure understood what i was envisioning. thank you so much!!!
âSpence, please!â
Spencer kept pulling you closer as he tried to nuzzle his way into your neck and leave a few kisses behind your ear. He wasnât one for PDA, but after a few shots he was puddy in your hands and everyone had to witness what a mess you made of him in this state.
âI just wanna be close to you,â you could feel him pout as his lips were pressed against your neck, his thumbs rubbing over your waist.
âLooks like youâre not getting out of here anytime soon, huh pretty girl?â
Derek chuckled as he took pleasure seeing his younger brother of a coworker finally have a girlfriend, especially with how clingy he was being at the moment. It was as if Spencer would follow you if you were to leave for only a minute, which he had done approximately half an hour ago when you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and somehow he still had enough brainpower to talk about how hand-dryers could actually spread more germs and not remove them. Heâd even taken it upon himself to take some paper towels and dry your hands for you, making sure to even dry the spaces between your fingers.
You had had only one drink and you were not going home unless you had a second one. Spencer had already downed three in that time, and looking at the state that he was in, it was obvious that he wasnât going to get served any more tonight.
âSpence, I'm going to get a quick drink, okay? Stay here.â
Prying his hands off of you, you quickly slipped out of Spencerâs grasp before he managed to put his hands on your waist again.
A few minutes later, Penelope pulls Derek to the dance floor while Emily comes across an old friend and excuses herself to have a word with her, leaving Spencer all by himself at the booth, his tongue sticking out from the side of his mouth while fidgeting with his fingers. He was too deep in thought that he didnât notice a group of girls come over and sit next to him, their intentions clearly not innocent.
âHi! Youâre here all alone?â
âOh, Iâm not! Iâm here with my girlfriend and team mates!â
âI donât see any girlfriend around.â
âShe went to get a drink. Oh, she loves an aperol spritz, sheâs got great taste, in general not just in drinks.â
The girls watched in amazement as Spencer kept talking about every small thing he could come up with about you, from your favorite color and the psychological meaning behind it to your Myers Briggs personality type and how youâre both compatible.
As the endless line at the bar finally came to an end and you managed to get your drink, walking back to the teamâs spot you noticed the unfamiliar girls surrounding Spencer and your stomach churned in nerves. The closer you got however you noticed their bored and confused faces and thatâs all you needed to know that Spencer had most probably pulled his book smarts out on them and left them speechless.
âOh and this one time- Y/N, youâre back!â
Spencer pulled you in for a hug, nearly knocking the drink out of your hands. Managing to put it down on the table, you rested your hand on his back as you turned your attention to the strangers, them clearly on the edges of their seats and ready to bolt at any moment.
âWeâre gonna go, nice to meet you both.â
Your eyes followed them as they quickly got up and made their way to the other side of the bar, even from a distance you could see the red hue on their cheeks, embarrassment written all over their faces.
âSpence, what did they want?â
âThey came over and asked if I had a girlfriend.â
âThatâs it?â
Spencer nodded as he nuzzled into your stomach, âAnd I talked about how great you are and how Iâm going to marry you one day.â
Laughter erupted from your mouth as you heard the answer, also because of Spencerâs fingers practically digging into your sides that it was tickling you.
âSweetie, I donât think thatâs what they meant by that.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âUsually when someone asks âDo you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?â, itâs their way of asking âAre you single?â
Spencer blinked his eyes, your words not yet registering in his head.
âThey were flirting with you.â
âOh⊠really?â
Nodding along, the conversation was put on halt as everyone made their way back to the table.
âYou guys had to leave him alone, huh?â
âWhy? What happened?â
âSome girls came up to Spencer and tried to hit on him.â
âOh, pretty boyâs got game now, huh?â
The team chuckled, but Spencer kept burrowing his head more into your embrace. It was clear that no matter how many girls tried their luck with him it would inevitably fail, as you were his home that he would come back to every time.
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oh my god. I love your slytherin reader x marauders!!!! your writing is amazing!!!! could you do like a part three I guess? but like of later in their relationship and the reader has this little first year friend (who she is forced to tutor but she actually likes him but won't admit it) and he reminds her of the boys and the boy just like brings her flowers and chocolates and stuff and the boys see it and James gets all jealous and Sirius is just like "nah just watch mate" and expect the reader to get all annoyed but she doesn't she just doesn't say anything (because she secretly finds the boy sweet and doesn't wanna be mean to the tiny marauder like man) so then they are all in disbelief and pouty
sorry that was very long
hehe...hehehe.....this request is from March 14th đ«ą thank youuuuu for the prompt and sorry for the huge wait..... [also, let this perhaps let people know that I do have old requests saved!]
poly!marauders x fiesty!reader who has an admirer [1.2k words]
p1 // p2 // p3
CW: fem!reader, reader is feisty, Sirius is upset she's not feistier
âIâm not sure if you boys were aware,â Marlene drawled as she plopped herself onto an empty wingback chair in the Gryffindor common room, âbut thereâs some ickle little first year making moves on your girl.â
Her comment was met by a snort from James, a bark of laughter from Sirius, and an eye roll from Remus.Â
âThoughts and prayers to the first year, then.â James commented, never looking up from the rubikâs cube he was fiddling with as his back rested against Siriusâ folded legs.Â
âI donât know.â Marlene sing-songed. âHe seems pretty sweet on her.âÂ
âPlease.â Sirius scoffed. âOur darling girl is the least approachable person in Hogwarts, I hardly believe thereâs a wix bold enough to solicit her, let alone a puny little first year.â
âHe didnât have to solicit her, sheâs tutoring him.âÂ
âHonestly, Marls, Iâve never been less concerned about anything in my entire life.â James admitted.
âCould be interesting to watch, yeah?â Sirius offered with a mischievous wink, nudging James with his knee.Â
Remus rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, though he did close his book with a mischievous smirk. âSomeone should be there to save him from our little viper.âÂ
âDonât say I didnât warn ya!â Marlene laughed as she waved them off, not bothering to hide her devious grin.Â
It didnât take long for the boys to find you, seeing as you were haunting what you had early on in your schooling dubbed the âmost superior tableâ in the library. Youâd told them what made it so, but James had been paying more attention to the way your lips were moving and less on the actual words that were leaving them.Â
âOh Merlin, the poor sod has no clue.â Sirius all but giggled as they crouched behind one of the aisles of books surrounding your table.Â
âNot terrible.â They heard you say as you looked over his work, and based on the boy's beaming smile one would assume youâd given him high praise. âBut youâre getting ahead of yourself and not showing your work.â
âDoes showing my work matter if the answers are right?â The kid asked, and James couldnât blame the kid - heâd had many-a-conversations along the same lines over the years.Â
You simply lifted his parchment and walloped him over the head for it. âYes, showing your work matters; you will lose marks if you donât.â
âWell, I wouldnât want to let you down.â The kid said solemnly, and Jamesâ heart momentarily melted before he realised that was his darling angel that he was putting the moves on.Â
He waited for you to groan and call him a rotten toerag, but you simply shook your head and instructed him to do the next question, making sure to show his work this time.Â
âGet a load of this kid; sheâs gotta be just about ready to hex him.â Sirius murmured.Â
âIâm surprised she hasnât, honestly.â James replied, causing Remus to snicker.
âThe two of you have been hexed for less.â
The three were interrupted when the kid let out a theatrical gasp and dropped his quill. âI canât believe I almost forgot!â He screeched before ripping open his book bag.
After far too long spent searching the inside of his bookbag, the kid withdrew a slightly crumpled rose, letting out a disappointed groan when he saw the state of it. âMy astronomy textbook mustâve crushed it.â
âWhy do you have a rose in your bag?â You deadpanned, and the kid was right back to beaming again.
âI brought it for you, of course. I picked the prettiest one for the prettiest girl.â
This was it, this was the moment they were here for; Sirius watched eagerly as Remus grimaced, each equally anxious for your no doubt cantankerous response.Â
But it never came.
You simply let out a sound bordering a breath, a sigh, and a laugh as you gingerly took the wilted rose between two fingers.Â
âVery thoughtful. Please get back to your homework.â Was all you offered him, but the kid seemed no less pleased as he picked up his quill and dutifully returned to his work.Â
âWhat in the buggering fuck?â Sirius hissed, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Remus, but it was too late.
âCan I help you boys?â You drawled, though you never actually looked behind you where your three boyfriends were still hiding.Â
âYes, you can help me.â Sirius barked, storming out from behind the stacks followed closely by James and less closely by Remus who had the grace to look a little shamefaced for his spying. âYou can help me understand what the hells all this is!â
âThis is called tutoring and studying, Sirius, if you spent any time in a library, it might be more familiar to you.â You offered simply, turning a glare in Remusâ direction when he snorted.Â
âOkay, swot, what I mean is why are you hear letting this little dugbog-â
âSirius!â You chided quickly.
âOh my gods! And youâre defending him!â Sirius continued shrilly, earning him various shushings from surrounding students.Â
James couldnât help but notice you roll your eyes in exasperation, but he also noticed the faintest hints of a smile dancing on your lips.Â
âYouâve done well, Cameron; keep practising, and for the love of Merlin make sure you show your work next time or so help me godsâŠâ
âYes maâam!â Cameron replied as he packed up his bag. âSee you next week?â
âJust as we always have.â You drawled in a bored tone, though you offered him a smirk as he hustled out of the library.Â
âI canât believe you!â Sirius huffed as he took Cameronâs now vacated seat.Â
âAngelâŠwhat is the meaning of all this?â James asked earnestly, causing Remus to snort as he had the decency to press a kiss to your hair in greeting.Â
âIf weâd have known you were meeting with new suitors, dove, we would have insisted on accompanying you to your tutoring sessions.â
âOh please.â You dismissed. âHeâs just a kid.â
âUhm, and?â Sirius pouted.
âSweetheart, weâve seen you jinx a kid for sneezing too closely to you.â Remus reminded you, and your face darkened.
âGerm infested little freaks.â
âThereâs our girl.â Sirius exclaimed. âI canât believe you let him get away with any of that!âÂ
âHeâs harmless.â
âHeâs a flirt.â Sirius corrected.
âHeâs you.â You shot back, and the three boys all looked at you with various levels of bemusement.Â
âI beg your pardon?â James finally asked, and you shook your head as you began packing up your own bag.Â
âHeâs like a miniature version of the three of you; following me around and being abhorrently affectionate.â
âWell, hey, I think weâre, like, an appropriate amount of affectionate.â James tried.Â
âNo, it's sort of abhorrent sometimes.â Remus quickly agreed.Â
âBabeâŠâ Sirius cooed, causing Remus and James to grimace. âAre you going soft on us!?âÂ
Your eyes immediately darkened as you glowered at him, and if Siriusâ sudden flinch and the following yelp proved anything, you aimed a tame stinging jinx at him.Â
âOn the kid? Maybe.â You responded primly. âOn the three of you? Juryâs still out.â
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hey love! first of all: i have to admit i started watching criminal minds for the first time earlier this year only bc of your spencer fics! can we get more stripper!reader and spencer? love your writing!!!
thank you!!
Itâs a slow routine. You begin in a crouch in your underwear, just like at the club. Chest to your knees, arms twisted with the backs of your hands touching. But, unlike at the club, this underwear is comfortable. Thereâs nobody watching, and you wonât make any tips. You donât have a pole nor a stage.Â
You run through the routine but forgo any pole tricks. You stretch for long, slow minutes, dancing from one space to another. The music in your head isnât anything youâd play at home, but it works to keep time. You end on your knees again.Â
Itâs not fun.Â
You stretch toward your phone and pick it up. Spencerâs texted you twice in the ten minutes you werenât on it.Â
Hi gorgeous, the first begins, do you want to sleep over? I can make you dinner.Â
The second, Sorry, I donât think Iâve ever called you gorgeous before, is that weird? Please come over and pretend I didnât say that if it was weird
A third pops up while youâre reading. Can I come get you?Â
You text him back with pleasure. Heâs the only guy in your life who talks to you just to talk, without thinking he could fuck you if he says enough right things, even though he has fucked you. Hi babe you can call me anything itâs not weird, Iâll come over! Not working this week, maybe I can stay two days(?) let me know so I can pack enough clothesÂ
You can stay all week, if you want to. I miss youÂ
You imagine him holding his phone, his cheeks pink with blush.Â
I miss you too, you text back.Â
Just bring what you want to and we can work it out later
Working it out later could mean anything with Spencer. Heâs silly enough to try and put you in his clothes, and generous enough to take you shopping if it saves the time it takes to drive you home.Â
Youâve packed a bag of clothes and shower things when your phone rings. Spencerâs contact photo covers the whole screen, the two of you together with your face cut out, his smile wide. You were both a teeny bit tipsy.Â
âHello?â you answer, bringing the phone to your ear.Â
âHi!â He sounds nervous. âIâm outside. Am I gonna get towed?âÂ
âNot if you stay in the car. Iâm on my way down right now.âÂ
âOkay, see you in a second,â he says.Â
He never looks comfortable behind a steering wheel. You arenât sure why he doesnât sell his car, maybe because itâs dirt cheap to maintain. He never seems happy to be driving is all.Â
He smiles when you approach his door, which is better. He rolls down the window.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks. You bend at the knees to see him better.Â
âWhy wouldnât I be?âÂ
âI had a weird feeling about you, like you werenât alright.âÂ
You lean down further. âIâm okay.âÂ
He grins. Youâre waiting for a kiss he doesnât give, finding yourself a subject for his staring, completely still as his gaze follows around your face. He makes no move to kiss you, and for a moment insecurity blossoms.Â
âWell, you look okay. Are you getting in? Itâs cold,â he says, nodding toward the passenger side.
âNo help with my bags?â you ask, closing the door when he tries to open it. âKidding.âÂ
You round the hood and climb inside. Then Spencer kisses you, polite but emphatic, one on your lips and another just under your jaw as he squeezes your shoulder. You feed into them lovingly.
âMaybe you can stay at my place forever? That way I can stop missing you all the time,â he says, pulling away slowly.Â
âAnd when the mystery is gone?â you ask.Â
âI donât want mystery with you.âÂ
Spencer takes your bag from your lap and shoves it into the back seat. You drop the smaller one on your shoes.Â
âDo you wanna get pizza or something?â he asks.Â
You hold your jaw where heâd kissed you. âSure,â you say, tingles of his kiss lingering under your hand.Â
âOr Chinese? What do you want?âÂ
You want more kisses, but you love that he always gives you options. âPizza for sure. Curly fries, too. Hold my hand?âÂ
Spencer takes it with gusto over the gearstick, and whatever felt like it was missing earlier fills itself in. âWait,â you say softly, before he can take the car out of park, âjustâŠâ You grab his side and drag him toward you for a hug. Holding hands wasnât gonna be enough âSpencer doesnât know it yet, but you love him, love how safe he makes you feel, love how fun he makes your life. You can be yourself with him, no matter who that really is.
Spencer holds you, his hand across your shoulder blade rubbing soft lines.Â
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đđźđ«đ§đđąđ«đ [đ©đ«đšđ„đšđ đźđ]
pairing. kinich x fem!reader
word count. 700
genre/warnings. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, drabble collection
summary.
in which kinich learns the value of all things: lives, friendship, and, of course, you. or, in which kinich realizes that you are the only priceless thing in this world.
author's note. this is just a short prologue to show how things end (yay happy endings!), but the two have a lot of trauma to go through before they reach endgame. i love kinich's character and design so i'm excited for this! interaction is highly appreciated :)
đŠđđŹđđđ«đ„đąđŹđ | đ§đđ±đ âŁ
Kinich thinks heâs loved you since forever.
He has no way of proving that, of course; those years are long gone, and even if he had the opportunity to ask, heâs not sure his younger self would have a comprehensible answer. He can only see now that heâs come so far, when the memories are too murky to make sense of but the warmth remainsâwhen he thinks of your smile and feels something akin to the weightlessness of grappling and flying through the trees.
He says âforeverâ because he really has no idea when it startedâthe realization came far after the feeling. Heâd been before school age when he met you for the first time, and itâs been over a decade since then.
âKinich!â
Your call interrupts his thoughts, and his gaze is drawn skywardâyouâre standing somewhere far above him, on one of the walkways lining the cliffs of the Scions of the Canopy. Youâre waving so wildly and ridiculously that it almost makes him smile.
âAre you coming down?â he calls through cupped hands, well-acquainted with this kind of long-distance communication. Sound tends to echo well between the cliffs here, and heâs sure you heard him when you offer an enthusiastic thumbs-up in return.Â
âYup! I bought a few things, so I was hoping you could help me carry them home!â
Kinich rolls his eyes teasingly. âSomehow I doubt that you have enough Mora left to afford my services.â
You pout in reply. Ajaw decides to appear then, a malicious puff of smoke over Kinichâs shoulder. âOf course not! You better not be making fun of me, letting some mortal treat you like a servant! The Almighty Dragonlord, Kâuhul Ajaw, wonât take this kind of disrespectââ
Ignoring his wordy introduction, you call down to Kinich again. âIâm coming down! Think fast!â
ââDonât make me lauâwait, what?!â
Even Ajaw yelps in surprise as you take a running leap off the walkway, freefalling fast down the plane of the cliff. If he were any younger, Kinich mightâve had a heart attack. But youâve been pushing your luck with him for years, and it comes as instinct when Kinich grapples up, deftly catching you in his arms with a light âoofâ.
Youâre holding a few boxes in your arms, he notices, and you smile.Â
âI bought some Puff Pops for us to share later. I was thinking we can do some climbing, or thereâs this cave Iâve been meaning to explore.â
His heart does a sort of flip that cannot be attributed to the way you fly through the sky. Itâs all so much: the sensation of your warmth pressed against him, the scent of the wind rushing past, and the laughter of his tribe members below. Their eyes shine as they watch the two of you pass above them, chuckling at the familiar sight.Â
And really, he canât remember ever being this happy. When he thinks of how much it took to reach this point, the heartbreak and trauma arenât the first things to come to mind. Instead, itâs you. The way you held him, the way you cried for him, the way you chased him. Always laughing, always in love.
Too lost in his thoughts, he doesnât notice your curious stare for a moment. You poke at his cheek, and he startles, nearly dropping you both.
âIs something wrong?â you ask shyly, suddenly self-conscious of the box in your hands. âWe donât have to do any of that. Really, if you have a high-value job or something, I understand.â
Ajaw decides to butt-in again, reddened with rage. âYes, all of that sucks! I mean, seriously, donât you have anything better to doââ
âNo, itâs great,â Kinich murmurs in reply, flicking Ajaw away with a strong handâthe Saurianâs roar dissipates with the wind. He holds you tighter against his chest. Thereâs nothing worth more to him than you. âThat all sounds really, really amazing.â
As the two of you burst through the trees, laughing the whole way, he thinks that it doesnât really matter when he started to love you. All that matters is that he doesnât stop.
Kinich thinks heâll love you forever.
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Ok but imagine:
You hate Logan but you have a child together
You had a complicated relationship with your Logan. When he first came to the mansion the two of you hit off immediately. The typical good girl bad guy dynamic, but there always a layer of Logan you couldn't quite get to. He wanted to be with you, but he didn't want to do the work in order to keep you. He struggled with being emotionally vulnerable and you were the complete opposite. You told him you felt, you spoke through misunderstandings with him, and you were always there to listen. To try get any piece of your lover that you could. But after years of begging Logan to love you, when you told him you were in love with him. He said he was not, and that was the end of your relationship.
Or so you thought. Because your relationship couldn't end that easily, but you discovered you were pregnant. Logan tried to make things back to normal, but you rejected him at every turn. He hadn't ever wanted to hurt you, but as he realized your unrelenting anger, he knew he did. He knew that you cried when you were alone, that you'd start going to therapy again. That being pregnant with Logan's child was literally the last thing he thought you wanted. Maybe before when you were together when Logan wasn't confronted on being a coward.
He calls this karma, watching you go to Jean and Scott for support instead of him. Watching you grow progressively more pregnant with his child, and he couldn't hold you or kiss you. Logan thought about leaving, it was he had done so many times before. Even when the two of you were together, he'd leave for long periods of time. Breaking your heart over and over again but coming back asking for forgiveness. You'd given him so many chances and he had wasted them on being a brainless dick.
Little did you know how hard it was not to run back to him, not to give him to his promises. But you couldn't trust that he was going to come through for you. You didn't have any doubts about your child together, you knew that you meant something to him. You'd hope that his anxiety wouldn't pull him away from his own child. Because you knew he'd be a good dad, the way he was with Rogue, always checking in on her, making sure Bobby was being respectful. He loved her like a daughter, and you only hopped he could love your child the same.
Logan was going to have to be a part of your life no matter what now, or so you hoped. There was a hope in Logan that when your daughter was born that you would accept him again. He'd plan to tell you he loved you, that'd he give anything to you, that he'd wait for forever. It took him 9 months to grow the guts to do it.
It was a no brainer when he had their baby in his arms, you laying in the med-bay, he'd never seen you so tired but so happy. "Y/n." He murmured, looking over at you with his soft eyes. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you made eye contact with him. "I'm sorry for letting you down, I-I want to give you everything, I-I loved you for so long, I've just been too scared to say anything." He admitted, wearing his heart on his sleeve for once in his life.
You felt tears well up in your eyes at the pang in your chest, you shook your head as you looked away. "I-I can't risk it, Logan. Getting hurt by you-." You swallowed the lump in your throat. "I can't do it again, and I can't focus on you anymore and how you make me feel, I gotta focus on our girl, make sure she has the life she's supposed to."
Logan didn't say anything as he looked back down at his daughter, a shaky sigh falling from his mouth as he tried to keep the tears welling up in his eyes at bay. He didn't think he would cry if you said no, but Logan also thought you would forgive him. "I uh-I wanna name her Hazel."
"Yeah?" He grinned over at you, even just the slimmest of hope fluttering in his chest. You also spoke about his hazel eyes; it was one of your favorite things about him. Even if you didn't consciously pick it because of him, he had given him the glimmer of hope he needed to completely devote himself to you and Hazel.
Logan didn't confess anymore feelings or push you to be with him. But you grew rather annoyed by his presence always a reminder of something you wanted desperately but whenever you got it hurt you. It was like the apple that you wanted so desperately but everything was telling you to not grab the apple, don't eat it. Don't give into those green eyes and that handsome smile. Try not to focus when he was talking in that almost condescending way while his eyes flitted up and down your body. This man had no shame in showing you how much he loved you, by teasing, poking, antagonizing. But also being the first one to show up when you were overwhelmed with Hazel or you were just having a rough time. He didn't need to ask, he just did.
Being so agonizing good with your daughter that it was hard not to fold when he was such a good man. But instead of giving him a chance, you only pushed him away more, complaining about the littlest things and not giving Logan the benefit of the doubt. When Hazel wasn't around, it was you calling him some name and trying to start an argument with him.
But it was hard to act like a bitch when you saw your one and half year old on Logan's hip while he made her breakfast. It was his morning to take care of her, but you'd waken up early so you went for some coffee. "Morning beautiful." Logan grinned at you, you were suer he said those things to purposely piss you off. You ignored him as usual coming up to Hazel and kissing her cheek.
"Good morning love bug." You murmured to her, as she grinned over at you before putting a kiss on your own cheek. Logan gazed over at the two of you, imagines of you calling him that nickname, 'Love bug'. You'd explained to him how much that nickname actually meant to you, how it was favorite term of endearment. Something that you called him for a long time. He just wished it would be directed at him one day, one day he'd regain your trust again, right?
Logan wasn't a patient man.
But he was patient for his girls.
Notes: angsty moment here lmao got this idea last night just didn't have time to write it. hope you enjoy! lmk if you want a part 2
tags: @ohtobemare @jessjessmarvelandhp @chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland
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Aftermath of a Storm
Pairing: oscar piastri x sargeant!Storm chaser!fem!reader
summary: people are shocked to learn about alice and oscar
a/n: tbh i really meant for the first part to have more of the other drivers learning about Barbie and Alice but obviously that didnât happen đ
a/n 2: timelines? What timelines? Idk know them
Part 1
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Private Messages - Logan, Oscar, Alice
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Private Messages - Logan, Oscar, Alice
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mclaren: Check the weather this weekend! Because there must be a storm moving in âOscar Piastri is taking Dr. Alice âBarbieâ Sargeant, Williams Racingâs Logan Sargeantâs twin sister and notable storm chaser, on a hot lap here in Mexico!
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user1: oh my god this is everything I never knew I needed
user2: oh yeah hey mclaren donât forget to mention THAT THEY ARE DATING
oscarpiasti: itâs gonna be a good time!
logansargeant: itâs been nice knowing you
oscarpiasti: Iâm sure itâll be fine
logansargeant: you sure about that? you SURE about that?
logansargeant: are we talking about the same girl?
user4: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?
used5: LET US IN. LET US IN!! YOURE AMERICAN â SPILL THE TEA
landonorris: Oscar! You didnât tell me you had a girlfriend!!!! đĄđĄđĄ
oscarpiastri: Iâm sure I mentioned it.
landonorris: Iâm sure YOU HAVENT!?!
oscarpiastri: of course I have. are you sure you were listening?
landonorris: of course I was LISTENING! You just havenât said A WORD!? Since when have you had a girlfriend?
oscarpiastri: weâve been together for nearly 7 years
landonorris: 7 years?!?
oscarpiastri: yes.
landonorris: WHAT?!??!
user6: WHAT?
user7: uhh raise your hand if you had Oscar Piastri has a secret girlfriend, Logan Sargeant has a twin sister, or the two would be the same person on your bingo card this year
user8: ok but if anyone on the grid had a secret girlfriend of course itâs gonna be Oscar?
user7: you got me there
user9: 7 years?!? How do you hide a girlfriend for 7 years? Especially one as cool as drbarbie?
user10: user9 asking the real questions
user11: right?? How did some guy who drives in silly circles score such a cool badass girlfriend?
drbarbie: I ran over him with my bike one day
user11: WHAT?!?
drbarbie: ummmm what is this??? oscarpiastri WHAT DID YOU DO???
logansargeant: apparently signed you up to tackle a hot lap
drbarbie: NO
drbarbie: ABSOLUTELY NOT
drbabrie: SPEED AND I DO! NOT! MIX!!
drbarbie: oscarpiastri ANSWER YOUR PHONE
drbarbie: nicolepiastri where is your son? Iâd like to have some words with him
nicolepiastri: you and me both sweetie
user12: you chase tornadoes but canât do a hot lap?
drbarbie: THERE IS A MAJOR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO!
user13: and you prefer the storms?
drbarbie: YES!!
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f1gossippage: a hot lap for the records! Oscar Piastri drove girlfriend Barbie Sargeant around the track twice today! Definitely seems like sheâs not a fan
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user14: not a fan? Iâd say đ I didnât know anyone could scream that high tbh
user15: those were genuinely screams of terrorâŠsave my girl đ
user16: Barbie Sargeant? Nah fam you did not do my girl dirty like that. Put some respect in her damn name. Itâs DR. ALICE âBARBIEâ SARGEANT
user17: oh thank god someone said it. She did not get 2 phdâs by the time she was 21 to have that be disrespected
user18: no shit really?
user17: yes! She graduated with double phdâs in meteorology and mechanical engineering from Cornell when she was 20!
used18: so fucking cool! And yea! PUT SOME DAMN RESPECT IN HER NAME!
user19: someone with more experience needs to watch this entire clip and then make gif sets of the ENTIRE thing because her face goes on a lot of journeys
user20: most of those journeys end in murder i think
drbarbie: they do. They will
logansargeant: maybe donât threaten Oscar on a public instagram post?
drbarbie: for once in your life, stay in your lane. Unless youâd like to join him?
logansargeant: âŠcarry on.
user20: logansargeant what was that??
logansargeant: I support womenâs Rights and Wrongs
drbarbie: good
oscarpiasti: oh these are good pictures!
drbarbie: you are a dead man walking Piastri
oscarpiastri: would you really hurt me?
drbarbie: yes
oscarpiastri: what about my mother and sisters?
drbarbie: nicolepiastri sooooâŠyouâre gonna be down a son soon. I can offer Logan?
nicolepiastri: oh weâd love to have the two of you visit again soon logansargeant and drbarbie
oscarpiastri: nicolepiastri mum??
user21: not nicolepiastri supporting this đ€Łđ
teammate1: đđđ
drbarbie: I sign your checks. Watch yourself
teammate1: girl this is too damn funny
drbarbie: đđ
Private Messages - Oscar, Logan, Alice
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drbarbie: itâs your turn now! đ„°
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user22: the hearts make this a very ominous message
drbarbie: itâs supposed to be!
user22: oh!
oscarpiastri: babe?
oscarpiastri: what do you mean my turn?
drbarbie: I told you! Iâd only ever get in your car when you get in mine!
drbarbie: so convenient that you have a break and dolly is back from the mechanics right now! đ§Ąđ©”đ§Ą
oscarpiastri: ummmâŠđđ»ââïžđš
user23: ok but is she really gonna take him through a tornado???
user24: that does seem like itâs the plan?
user23: I canât watch this đ
user24: sheâs a professional?
drbarbie: more confidence in me please
user24: you right you right
user: SHES A PROFESSIONAL
drbarbie: thank you!
logansargeant: good luck! Have fun!
drbarbie: đđđ
logansargeant:âŠno.
logansargeant: What did I do?
logansargeant: come on I helped you
logansargeant: Iâm on your side!!
teammate3: dolly is ready to roll!!
oscarpiastri: that better be a joke
teammate1:âŠ
teammate2:âŠ
teammate3:âŠ
teammate4:âŠ
teammate5:âŠ
Private Messages - The Grid, Serious
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drbarbie: donât worry guys! They made it through the âstormâ a-ok! (Come on guys, have a little faith. Iâd never actually take someone unprepared into an actual tornado. Plus prime tornado season is over for the year!)
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user25: oh thank god. I was so very nervous
user26: girl you ainât the only one. Check the video at 14:25. Oscarâs fingers are fucking white with panic đđ
oscarpiastri: thank you love for not subjecting me to a tornado
logansargeant: yes thank you my very favorite sister who is definitely the best and best and most wonderful
oscarpiastri: yes! Most wonderful and loving and beautiful girlfriend ever
drbarbie:âŠlaying it on a little bit thick arenât you?
logansargeant: quite literally whatever I have to do so I never ever ever ever have to get in that truck again!
drbarbie: donât you dare disrespect dolly!
logansargeant: never!
oscarpiastri: dolly is a queen! We arenât worthy.
logansargeant: yes! We definitely shouldnât be in that truck ever again
drbarbie: babiesâŠfine
user26: wow!!!! đ€© those photos are stunning!
drbarbie: thank you! When I was planning this I knew the conditions were gonna be good for some nice thunderstorms but even I didnât expect this level!
user26: so you justâŠfollowed them around?
drbarbie: yup! Itâs something our parents used to do for me when logie and I were young - the driving being a lot more calm then normal is just about the only difference (my passengers complained the entire time đ)
user27: oh thatâs so cute! (They seem like the type đ)
landonorris: stunning
drbarbie: thank you!
oscarpiastri: no
landonorris: I didnât say anything?
oscarpiastri: and yet the answer is no. Go away
georgerussell63: shut down!
landonorris: why am I catching strays on my comment thread???
charles_leclerc: these are magnificent photos! And it looked like a fun trip to get them
drbarbie: thank you! (Oh my god oscarpiastri Iâve been noticed by your father!)
oscarpiastri: thatâs cool babe
charles_leclerc: yes! Welcome to the family. We expect you for dinner soon
drbarbie: score!
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alicepublic: happy anniversary my love. The best 7 years of my life so far â with many more to go đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą
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oscarpiastri: I canât believe that itâs only been 7 years, I feel like Iâve known you for a lifetime already â I couldnât imagine spending it with anyone else.
alicepublic: oh my loveâŠ
user28: water is wet. Fork found in the kitchen. Iâm sleeping on the highway!
user29: sleepover!!
oscarpiastri: Youâre the best thing that has ever happened to me đ©·
mclaren: you won the race last week?
alicepublic: uhhh your point?
oscarpiastri: and? I said what I said!
mclaren: alrighty then! Well said!
charles_leclerc: happy anniversary my son and daughter in law!
alicepublic: not a daughter in law yet but thank you!
oscarpiastri: soon!
alicepublic: WHAT?!? đł đ«ą
logansargeant: 7 years of being a third wheel and they donât even tag meâŠEVEN THOUGH I'M VERY BLATANTLY IN THIS PHOTO DUMP
alicepublic: chill out dude
oscarpiastri: thank you for being our favorite third wheel and for taking these wonderful photos
logansargeant: Oscar is my favorite
alicepublic: Iâd be mad but same tbh
user30: itâs been years but yay! Dr Barbieâs priv account is finally open
user31: oh my god baby her and baby Oscar are so cute!
user30: I know!! Iâve been getting fomo going through her posts - like what do you mean I havenât been growing up with them?
user32: yeah alicepublic can we get an explanation for that photo near the beginning of you on a bike and Oscar bleeding?
alicepublic: that was the first day we met! My bike broke (no brakes) and as I was trying to slow down I accidentally ran over Oscar!
oscarpiastri: best accident Iâve ever had!
user32: ok this is the cutest meet-cute! â„ïž
landonorris: unfortunately you guys are cuteâŠ
alicepublic: what đ„ș đ„ș âŠ
oscarpiastri: what do you mean unfortunately?
landonorris: yeah â canât have anyone cuter than me in the garage so youâre uninvited to mclaren
oscarpiastri: happily you canât make those decisions (slides $5 to mclaren)
mclaren: donât worry alicepublic ! Permanent paddock pass for you!
landonorris: WHAT? NO!
landonorris: IM STILL CATCHING STRAYS ON MY COMMENT THREADS
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Worth It? Or Not? (Alexia Putellas x Reader)
Hi guys! It's been too long. Please enjoy this long ramble that slightly resembles writing đ. I have a few more things written and I am trying to finish Chica for you all. Happy weekend.
It was a new season, and you were so ready for what it was going to throw at you. The last season you participated in had been your best yet you think, although that was most likely due to the fact that it was your first with your girlfriend. You and Alexia had been dancing around your feeling for each other for a few years and in the off-season last year the older woman had finally asked you out. By the time the season just gone had started you were already official, and it had made last year that much more special. You got to share your achievements with the one you loved and that really was wonderful.
Now for a new season and possibly a new step for your relationship with Alexia, she had been hinting at moving in together for the last few weeks. Little off hand comments like âThat would look nice in a master bedroom.â And âI wonder if we would have a feature wall if we had our own living space.â You thought it was about time you started hinting back. You needed to be sure it was something she actually wanted before you out right asked her if she was ready to move in together.
You were currently waiting for Aitana to pick you up, Alexia had to be in earlier than everyone else this morning for a meeting and so you had slept separately, at your own apartments last night. This was the first time in weeks that you could remember not sharing a bed with the older woman. She said she didnât want to wake you as early as she needed to be up and after trying to argue with her for 10 minutes you had given up, she just wasnât getting that you would happily wake up early if it meant spending the extra time with her.
âSo why do I have to come get your whipped ass? Whereâs the wifey?â You rolled your eyes at the woman as you climbed into the passenger seat of her car. Aitana had been one of the first people you had talked to about your crush on Alexia and now the slightly younger woman took every opportunity she could to tease you about your obvious love for the team captain.
âIâm telling her you called her that, but in answer to your poorly asked question, she had an early meeting and didnât want to wake me up at the early time she had to be up.â You shrugged your shoulders in a gesture you knew was for your benefit not hers, you had been up half the night letting your anxiety get the best of you.
âItâs Alexia, you know her, she is probably just nervous for the new season and how the new signings will fit in.â You knew that Aitana was most likely right but you also couldnât shake the creeping feeling that she was already getting bored of being with you. You knew you shouldnât let these thoughts get the better of you but that was easier to say than actually do, it wasnât that you doubted Alexia at all, it was more your growing anxiety over your own worth in your head. In fact you knew it was you and your head and that just made it even more frustrating, it was another thing that made you question yourself.
âYeah, you are probably right, she has been feeling the captain pressure a lot over the last week or so. She has been watching tapes of the new girls and talking a lot with the staff after weights. Sometimes I wish she would just switch off from work and be a little more present with me, but sheâs Alexia queen of Barca. She puts 110% into this club and thatâs what I signed up for happily.â
After that the conversation switched to a lighter topic and by the time you pulled up at the training ground you were feeling a lot lighter and laughing with one of your best friends. Any thoughts of Alexia not wanting you any more were long gone and all you wanted to do now was get your cleats on. Football would always be a great escape for you, it was like your mind could relax whilst you had a ball at your feet.
After getting ready in the changing room, without the appearance of your love, you headed out with the rest of the girls to find Alexia in the middle of the field with another woman you didnât recognise. Your attention was pulled from them when Pere spoke, âOkay ladies, we have a new signing starting with us today. Alexia has been getting to know her a little bit so itâs easier for her to settle in. Please be welcoming.â You all nodded your heads in agreement and followed him over to the two women.
âHi itâs nice to meet you all, Iâm Chloe.â You could tell the woman was nervous and so could Alexia as she moved everyone onto warm-ups rather quickly. Over the course of the session everyone introduced themselves to the new girl individually so that she felt as comfortable as possible.
You had just got out of the shower and was putting the last items in your bag when Alexia approached you for the first time today. âHola, can I ask you for a favour por favor?â You could tell she was sort of in a hurry by the lack of affection she gave you. You would normally at least get a peck to the cheek, but she barely even got close enough to you for you to hear her properly.
âSi of course.â You would do anything for the woman in front of you and everyone knew it.
âIâm taking Chloe out to see the city so she knows her way around a bit better, but I didnât get to walk Nala this morning. Can you run round mine and do it for me? I asked Alba but she is working.â There was a lot to pick out of that passage of one-sided conversation. First you were hurt that she had gone to Alba first when Nala was like your own dog too. Second, she must have forgotten your lunch plans with Claudia and Patri that had been made a while back and you knew was on her calendar as you put it there. Something you decided not to bring up, she was just trying to help the new girl settle in you understood that.
âYes of course. Do you want me to make dinner tonight?â You thought at least you could have some time with her that evening being as youâve barely interacted all day.
âI wonât be back for dinner, I told Chloe I would help her sort her apartment out after showing her the sights. I donât know what time Iâll be back y/n so maybe we should sleep in our own apartments again tonight.â You really didnât know what to say to this, so you just nodded. You got a lot of the womenâs time, so you didnât think it was fair for you to be upset over a couple days, especially not when she was just trying to help someone out.
âOkay, Iâll see you at training tomorrow then.â You turned round and walked out of training with a slight weight on your chest and your mind running with thoughts you wish you didnât have.
After you walked Nala and dropped her back into Alexiaâs apartment, an apartment that started to feel like your own until the last 24 hours. Part of you knew this was silly to think but you couldnât help it, you are always an overthinker and this was something that you struggled with. You didnât even take the time to make sure Nala was settled you just open the door let her in, checked her water bowl was full and left again. Being there just felt wrong today. Deciding that your mood was really not good enough to go out and have a lunch with your two friends you texted Patri to cancel, and after assuring her you were okay just a little extra tired today, she wished you a good evening and said she would pick you up for training if you needed the next morning.
An offer you ended up taking when your texts to Alexia the next morning went unanswered. You were tired and starting to get a little annoyed with the older woman, you were trying to reason as to why she wasnât replying to your texts and even when she did it was so spaced out it felt like she didnât care or want to talk to you. You were trying to change that thought process, but it was hard when thatâs where your mind had gone.
âHola, you donât look so good. Should you be coming to training.â Patriâs concerned voice almost sent you into a wave of sobs, but you held it together, your thoughts were stupid so you know you couldnât show you were sad. You didnât want Patri to think you were an idiot for the way you were feeling about your current situation, if it was even a situation.
âIâm just tired Pats, Iâve not slept well the last few nights and I think its just caught up to me a bit today.â You sighed in relief when she didnât push you any further just gave you a once over and then pulled away from the outside of your apartment complex.
You were hoping the journey to training would help your mood and thoughts, but it didnât much. Patri tried her best to cheer you up and you really appreciated the younger womanâs efforts, but you were struggling. You made your way into the changing room behind your best friend and didnât both to look up as you made your way to your cubby. You placed your stuff down and changed into your boots, leaving the changing room straight after as the first out.
You decided some air and keepy ups might help sort your head out before training. Pere and the staff were out setting up when you went to ask for a ball, they gladly gave you one and you headed to the far end of the field to have your space. The sun beating down on you felt good and a ball at your feet always helped.
Your peace was short lived as you heard the chatter of the rest of the girls and Pere calling you all in. You grabbed your ball and headed over, looking at the group for the first time. What you saw hurt your heart more than you would say to anyone, Alexia was stood near Pere like normal. That obviously wasnât the upsetting part, the upsetting part was that Chloe was pretty much pressed against Ale. You tried not to look too long or think too much but you struggled. You really struggled.
Training started and your thoughts just kept going. You couldnât concentrate, you couldnât pass right, your touches were off and none of the shots you took even went close to the goal. By the end of the first half of training everyone could tell something wasnât okay with you, so much so that Pere called you over in the drinks break.
âWhatâs up today? This is very unlike you. If your sick you should have just let us know I donât want to see you get injured if you are pushing yourself too much and then end up being out for longer than you need to be. Health is important y/n.â The way he said it wasnât scolding which you were thankful for, you were slightly worried that he would be annoyed with you for your performance.
âIâm sorry coach. Iâm not feeling my best today, I thought Iâd be okay to train but I think maybe I was wrong.â You wouldnât normally miss training unless really necessary, but you were too far gone mentally and staying here wasnât what you needed right now.
âThatâs okay some days we just need the break and to rest. Go home and we will see you hopefully tomorrow. Please pop and see the medical staff on the way out to check in with them.â With that he patted your shoulder and went back to call the team back to training.
As you walked past the group Patri caught your eye and gave you the are you okay look. You waved her off with a half-smile and continued to the changing rooms. You decided that a shower at home would be the best for you and so just changed your shoes, grabbed your stuff and headed to the medical room.
They just did some basic checks on your temperature and blood pressure before sending you off with the promise to come in first thing tomorrow if you were planning on training just to have another check before you did.
You half expected Alexia to be waiting for you outside the medical room when you walked out but she wasnât. You walked out of the grounds to remember that you got a lift, you were just about to walk home when your name was called. For a second your body warmed thinking it was who you really wanted it to be before your shoulders slump slightly. You knew that was Patri.
âIâll drive you home come on.â You didnât argue you just hopped in the passenger seat. You were quiet the whole way back to your place, the only words you said to the younger woman was thank you when you got out the car.
You took your shower turning the water to as hot as you could handle. Going for comfort after that you changed into your (Alexias) comfiest hoodie and a pair of tracksuits that you really werenât sure whose they were. You settled yourself onto your sofa and turned on a random old show you didnât need to concentrate on.
You have no idea when you fell asleep, but you must have at some point because you were blinking yourself awake in the now pitch blackness of your living space. The only light you had was coming from your phone on the table that you now realised was ringing and must have been the reason you were currently waking up.
You reached over to grab it off the table to see who it was, glancing at the screen you were faced with your favourite photo you had ever taken. Ale had this smile that reached her eyes as she stared at you through the camera, it was taken last month when you were on vacation before the season was due to start.
You were stuck in a sort of daze so you didnât answer the call, after it rang off you were faced with 5 miss calls from the woman. You noticed the time, you had missed lunch and dinner. You almost missed bedtime if you were being truthful to yourself, so you got up off the sofa and turned the tv off. You grabbed your phone again and headed to your bathroom to clean your teeth and get into your pjs. Once in bed you called Alexia back, who picked up after a couple rings.
âY/n where did you go? Why did you miss training?â Her words were rushed as soon as she answered, which you felt a little bad about as she had been trying to get hold of you for a while now.
You took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts before answering Alexiaâs question. You could hear the concern in her voice, which only made your heart ache more. It wasnât anger or frustrationâit was genuine worry. And yet, the events of the past couple of days had left you feeling vulnerable and disconnected.
âI wasnât feeling well,â you started quietly, not wanting your voice to crack. âPere told me to go home, and I guess I just needed some time to rest. Iâm sorry I didnât answer your calls before I fell asleep on the sofa.â
There was a pause on the other end of the line. You could hear Alexia shifting slightly, probably trying to figure out the right words. She was good at taking a moment to make sure she said the correct thing, that she said everything she wanted and in a way that would be understood for what it was.
âI wouldâve come with you if I knew,â she said softly. âWhy didnât you talk to me? Or at least text me when you got home?â
âI did try to talk to you,â you replied, a bit sharper than you intended. You quickly softened your tone before continuing. âI was going to tell you before I left the training grounds but when I went to go over, I saw you were in a conversation with Chloe and I didnât want to interrupt. I know what making her feel welcome into the team means to you so I just left, Patri dropped me home.â
Alexia was silent again, and you hated that your mind immediately went back to the image of Chloe standing so close to her earlier. You knew it was unreasonable to feel threatened, but the distance youâd been feeling from Alexia over the last couple of days was making everything worse. You knew Alexia and you knew that if she was even thinking about someone else in the way she thought about you, she would end things. It was a conversation the both of you had had very early in the relationship, it was better to say and end things than cause more heartache with something like cheating.
âYouâre right,â she finally said. âIâve been caught up with the new signings, especially Chloe. I wanted to help her settle in, but I didnât realize I was neglecting you in the process.â
You felt a lump forming in your throat as you listened to her. The fact that she acknowledged it made you feel a bit better, but it didnât completely erase the weight that had been sitting on your chest. It still has happened.
âI get it, Ale. Youâre the captain, and youâve got responsibilities, butâŠâ You trailed off, not sure how to express what you were feeling without coming across as needy or insecure.
âBut what?â she asked gently, encouraging you to keep going.
âI just⊠I donât know. It feels like we havenât really been us these past few days. Like weâre slipping apart, and I donât want that.â
Alexia sighed softly, and you could almost picture her rubbing the back of her neck the way she always did when she was thinking hard about something.
âI donât want that either,â she said after a moment. âIâm sorry, really. Iâve been so focused on the new season and everything happening with the team that I havenât been present with you. Thatâs not fair.â
Tears stung your eyes at her words. You hated that you had been feeling so anxious and unsure about where you stood with her. The logical part of your brain knew that Alexia loved you deeply, but sometimes, your emotions got the better of you.
âI just miss you,â you whispered, finally letting a bit of the hurt spill out.
âI miss you too,â she replied, her voice soft but firm. âI promise, when I get back, weâll spend some real time together. Just the two of us.â
You wanted to believe her, to hold onto the comfort her words should have brought you, but as you lay there, phone pressed to your ear, something still felt off. The doubts that had been swirling in your mind all day didnât vanishâthey just simmered beneath the surface, waiting for another moment to creep back in. You tried to smile, to let her words sink in, but it felt hollow.
"Okay," you whispered, your voice weaker than you intended. There was a pause on the line, and for a second, you wondered if she could hear the uncertainty that was sitting heavy on your chest.
âIâll see you tomorrow, okay? Get some rest. I love you,â Alexia said, her tone soft but distant, and somehow it made you feel even worse.
âI love you too, Ale,â you replied automatically, though the words felt like they got caught in your throat. You wanted to believe them, wanted to believe her. But as you hung up the phone, the heavy silence in your room returned, and with it, the creeping feeling that maybe things werenât as solid as you hoped.
You curled up under the covers, pulling them tighter around you, but instead of the calm you craved, a lingering unease settled deep in your chest. The conversation hadnât been enough to ease your mind, and the distance between you two felt more real than ever. Alexia cared, you knew that, but it didnât stop the doubts from pulling you under.
As much as you tried to push it aside, the little voice in your head that had been whispering insecurities all day grew louder. What if sheâs getting tired of me? What if this distance between us is because she doesnât want to be with me anymore? The more you thought about it, the more it felt like Alexia was slipping away, even though sheâd just promised to spend more time with you. The doubts began to swirl again, faster now, and the pit in your stomach deepened.
Sure, Alexia had apologized, but what if it wasnât just about her being busy with the new signings? What if she was using that as an excuse? You started picking apart every little detail from the past few daysâhow she barely interacted with you this morning, how she chose to spend time with Chloe instead of you, how easily sheâd forgotten your plans for lunch with Patri and Claudia. Maybe she wasnât as invested in the relationship anymore. Maybe she was realizing that being with you wasnât what she wanted.
You buried your face in your pillow, fighting the creeping sense of rejection. No, this is just the anxiety talking. She loves you. She said she loves you, you reminded yourself, but it felt like a hollow reassurance. Even as you repeated it, the lingering doubt wouldnât leave you. You wanted so badly to believe her words, to take them at face value, but the overthinking was louder than reason right now.
The phone in your hand vibrated again, pulling you out of your spiral for a moment. Alexia had sent you a text: I really donât like how we left things. Can I come over? Iâll bring dinner. We can talk.
Your heart skipped at the message. On one hand, you wanted her here. You wanted her arms around you, her presence to quiet the storm in your mind. But on the other hand, you felt like having her here would only make your insecurities worse. What if she could see right through you? What if she could tell that you werenât okay, that you doubted her? What if she was already tired of dealing with your anxieties, your overthinking?
Before you could stop yourself, you typed back: I think itâs better if I stay alone tonight. I might be getting sick, and I donât want to give you anything. Youâve got enough on your plate with the new season and all.
You stared at the message, second-guessing every word. It wasnât entirely a lieâyou did feel off, emotionally and physically, but that wasnât the real reason you didnât want her to come over. You were scared. Scared that spending time with her would only confirm the worst of your fears. That she was growing tired of you, tired of your relationship.
After a few moments, your phone buzzed again with Alexiaâs response: Are you sure? I can bring soup or tea, whatever you need. I donât mind at all.
Her willingness to drop everything and come over only made you feel worse. How could you doubt someone who was so thoughtful, so caring? But the voice in your head persistedâwhat if she was just doing this out of obligation? What if she felt guilty? It wasnât long before you convinced yourself that Alexia was only offering out of a sense of duty, not because she actually wanted to be with you tonight.
Yeah, Iâm sure. You replied, forcing yourself to hit send before you could change your mind. Iâll be fine. Just need some rest.
You stared at your phone, waiting for her response, hoping she would fight harder to come over, hoping she would insist. But her next message came quickly, and it felt like a punch to the gut. Okay, rest up. Let me know if you need anything, cariño. Iâll see you tomorrow at training.
Simple. Kind. But it wasnât the push you had been hoping for. She wasnât coming over. Maybe she was relieved, you thought bitterly. Maybe she didnât actually want to spend time with you after all. You hated that your mind kept going there, but the doubts kept clawing at you, relentless and cruel.
Curling up tighter in your bed, you told yourself that some space was good. Maybe tomorrow would be better, maybe by then, youâd feel less overwhelmed, and Alexia would feel closer again. But as you lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark, the weight of your insecurities was heavier than ever. You didnât want to lose her, but right now, it felt like thatâs exactly what was happening, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.
you need anything. I love you. Get some good sleep, okay?
You read the message over and over, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. Relief, because Alexia wasnât pushing you to talk when you didnât feel ready. Disappointment, because a part of you had hoped she would sense your need for more; more reassurance, more connection, more confirmation that everything between you two was still okay. But she didnât press further, and that left you with an emptiness that was hard to shake. Part of you knew that was silly, she had texted after your call and that should have helped but it just left you with a half full feeling. Like you were only worth that small extra effort.
As you lay there, your mind kept spiralling. You wanted to believe that this was just a rough patch, a phase, something that would pass after the season got into full swing. But the fear that something had shifted between you and Alexia lingered. You tried to push it away, to focus on the fact that she had said she loved you, that she was willing to drop everything for you. But the overthinking kept creeping back, whispering that maybe this was the beginning of the end.
You closed your eyes, pulling the blankets tighter around you, willing yourself to sleep. But even as exhaustion tugged at your body, your mind wouldnât let go of the nagging doubts. You kept replaying the last few days in your head, every moment where Alexia had seemed distant, every conversation that had felt stilted or rushed. You hated how insecure it made you feel, but you couldnât help it.
Alexia sits on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone, fingers hovering over the screen. She wants to call you, wants to check in, but hesitates. Thereâs a lump in her throat, a weight in her chest that wonât shift. Youâd asked her for space, asked her not to hover, and sheâs been trying, really trying, to respect that. But itâs hard. Itâs so damn hard. It feels wrong to stay away, especially when she knows youâre not feeling well.
She runs a hand through her hair, frustrated with herself. Sheâs been distant lately and she understands that sheâs not been around as much as she should have. Training, media obligations, new signings, everythingâs been pulling her in different directions, and now, when you need her the most, sheâs afraid sheâs failing you. Alexiaâs not used to feeling this way, like sheâs not enough. But here she is, second-guessing everything and wondering why she let it get to this point.
What if you donât even want her around anymore?
The thought hits her harder than she expects, and she feels a pang of guilt. You deserve someone better, someone who can be there, be present, and sheâs been anything but lately. And now, with you sick, the fear creeps in even more. She worries that her attempts to give you space that you asked for might just be making things worse, that you might feel abandoned, even if thatâs the last thing she ever wanted.
She presses her palms against her knees, trying to calm the whirlwind in her mind. The idea that she might not be enough, that she might not be the perfect girlfriend you deserve, gnaws at her. Sheâs scared sheâs messing this up, that every move she makes might be the wrong one.
What if sheâs not what you need right now? What if sheâs been too caught up in her own world, too wrapped up in everything else to see whatâs really going on with you?
Her phone buzzes, and for a moment, she thinks about texting you. But what would she even say? She feels torn, pulled between wanting to rush to your side and the fear that doing so would push you away.
She exhales sharply, setting the phone down, her hands now trembling slightly. She loves you, that much is very clear to her. But loving you and being there for you the way you deserve; it feels like two different things right now. Sheâs scared of being inadequate, of not living up to what you need.
In her heart, she wants to be the perfect girlfriend for you, the one who knows how to navigate all this with ease. Wants to know what you need without you having to say, wants to show you that there isnât anyone better for you than her. But sheâs scared, scared that sheâs already failed.
That night, Alexia drives to your place. The streets are quiet, dimly lit by the occasional streetlamp, and the familiar route feels strange tonight, like sheâs seeing it through a different lens. Her heart races the closer she gets, hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than usual.
When she finally pulls up outside, she kills the engine but doesnât move. The silence in the car feels thick, almost oppressive, like it's pressing down on her chest. She knows she should get out, knock on your door, and just be there for you. Itâs why she came, after all. But something keeps her glued to the driverâs seat, eyes fixed on the dashboard, mind spinning with uncertainty.
What if you donât want her here?
She takes a deep breath and glances up at your window. The lights are off, maybe youâre already asleep, maybe youâve had a long day. Her mind starts to drift even further. Maybe sheâs too late. But even if you're still awake, thereâs that nagging voice in her head that tells her sheâs crossing a line, that youâd rather be alone. That she should have done this a few days ago not now, not when you asked her to stay away.
I shouldnât have come.
She exhales, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her jacket. Every part of her wants to be close to you, to show up the way she should have sooner. She even reaches for the door handle, her heart pounding as she tells herself, Just get out, Ale. Just go inside and talk to her. Be there for her.
But her grip on the handle loosens, and she pulls her hand back.
What if showing up makes things worse? What if youâre still upset, still needing space, and all she does by being here is prove that she canât respect that?
She closes her eyes for a moment, willing the doubts away, but they only get louder. Sheâs scared, scared that youâll see right through her. Scared that, no matter how hard she tries, sheâs already failed you.
With a frustrated sigh, she pushes the door open and steps out of the car. The night air hits her, cool and crisp, and she stands there, staring at your front door. Her feet move her a few steps closer, but then she stops, frozen halfway across the street. To any passerby she would look slightly crazy, standing in the middle of the street, car door open behind her and staring at a closed door. But alexia didnât care, she couldnât think about anything else other than you.
She could knock, could tell you everything thatâs been going through her head, but what if itâs too much? What if itâs too soon?
Alexia takes a deep breath and steps back, retreating to the safety of her car. She sits there, hands resting on the wheel again, feeling like a coward. But the thought of doing the wrong thing, of making things harder for you, keeps her from getting back out the car.
Tomorrow, she thinks. Tomorrow Iâll speak to her.
Itâs a promise she makes to herself, hoping that maybe, with a little more time, sheâll find the right words.
The next morning, you woke up feeling no better than the night before. If anything, the pit in your stomach had only grown. You glanced at your phone, half-expecting to see a message from Alexia, but there was nothing. No good morning text, no follow-up to check on you. That left a really bitter feeling inside of you, one that you hated feeling for two reasons. One, you knew in your heart she wasnât trying to make you feel that way, and two because you felt that way.
As you dragged yourself out of bed, you couldnât shake the feeling that something was off. You tried to convince yourself that Alexia was just busy, that she was giving you space like you asked. But deep down, the doubt gnawed at you. What if the space you asked for was pushing her further away?
You knew you needed to talk to her, to clear the air, but the thought of confronting your feelings made you anxious. What if she confirmed your worst fears? What if she said she wasnât sure about the relationship anymore? You werenât sure you could handle that.
Still, as you got ready for training, you decided to talk to her today. No more avoiding the conversation. You needed to know what was happening, you needed to clear things up. Not only for your relationship but for your own mind. There was a small voice at the back of your head telling you that speaking to Alexia about why this has happened might be a good idea, but you ignored that for the moment. That would mean showing those deep insecurities. And you werenât sure if you were ready for that yet.
With the decision made, you grabbed your things and headed out the door, hoping that today would bring some clarity and maybe, just maybe, the reassurance you desperately needed.
Stepping out of the building, you're caught off guard. Alexia is there, leaning against her car, arms folded, sunglasses perched on her nose. She straightens up the moment she spots you, waving casually as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Which a week ago it would have been.
"Hey," she says lightly, her tone casual, maybe a little too casual. Stop reading so much into it y/n.
"Hey," you respond, trying to hide your confusion. "Didnât expect to see you here."
She shrugs, unlocking the car with a beep. "Thought Iâd give you a lift to training. I know Patri picked you up and dropped you home yesterday. I also wanted to check on you properly. Howâre you feeling?"
Thereâs a pause, you are unsure if sheâs asking about how you're feeling physically or mentally. "Iâm... fine. Maybe a bit tired." Short and sweet, that will do for now.
"Yeah, itâs been a long week," she comments, sliding into the driverâs seat. You follow, buckling in, and the car hums to life as she pulls out onto the road. For a moment, the silence sits between you two, neither of you quite sure how to fill it.
"Trafficâs light today," she notes, glancing briefly at you. "Should get there in no time."
You nod, grateful for the small talk. "Yeah, thatâs good."
Another beat of quiet passes.
"Did you see the new kit design?" she asks, her tone light, as if sheâs trying to keep the conversation safe.
"Yeah, I did. Looks pretty sharp, though Iâm not sure about the neon stripes," you reply, relaxing into the seat a little.
She chuckles softly. "Not a fan?"
You crack a small smile. "Not really my thing. Maybe itâll grow on me."
The conversation fades again, but this time it feels easier, more comfortable. Sheâs not pushing, not prying into anything deeper. It feels like both of you are skirting around something bigger, but for now, the surface level is just fine.
Before long, you arrive at the training centre. Alexia leads you inside, where the trainers are waiting. The check-up is routine, some stretches, a few prods here and there and soon, they clear you to train.
"Youâre good to go," the head trainer tells you with a nod.
As you step out onto the pitch, Alexia lingers nearby, not hovering, but subtly making sure youâre all right. During the water breaks, sheâs quick to hand you a bottle, reminding you to stay hydrated. It's nothing overt, just small gestures that donât go unnoticed by you.
Training passes, and as you finish up, wiping the sweat from your face and stretching out your tired muscles, you see her approaching again. This time, thereâs something different in her expression.
"You did well today," she says with a small, approving smile.
"Thanks," you reply, sensing the shift in the air, the conversation about to take a more serious turn.
She hesitates for a second, then takes a deep breath. "Look... do you want to come back to mine? We need to talk. I think weâre overdue for it."
Her words hang between you both, but the way she says it feels less like a confrontation and more like an invitation. Thereâs no pressure, no demand, just a simple request.
You meet her gaze, unsure of what this conversation will bring, but knowing itâs inevitable. Whatever is currently going on with you two needs to be addressed and soon. Neither of you enjoying your current situation and definitely not wanting it to continue on this way.
"Yeah," you say, surprising yourself with how quickly the word comes out. "Letâs go."
You hesitate to take the hand Alexia reaches out in front of you, but when she gives you that small smile and slight tilt of her head you canât help but grab on. You are once again conflicted when she lets go once you are on your feet, but when she awkwardly scratches at her neck as she gestures for you to start walking you canât help the affection for her that rises in your chest.
The drive to Alexiaâs is quiet, not awkward, but thereâs a tension that hangs in the air. The radio plays softly in the background, a low hum of noise filling the silence as neither of you speaks much. You glance at her now and then, noticing how her hands grip the wheel just a little too tight, how her jaw seems tense. Sheâs trying to seem calm, but you know her well enough to see the nerves beneath the surface.
When you arrive at her apartment, Alexia unlocks the door and once again gestures for you to go inside first. You step in, and the familiarity of her space washes over you, a space thatâs been shared so many times, but tonight feels different. She lingers by the door for a moment, taking a breath before following you in.
You both sit down on the couch, a little distance between you. Alexia fidgets with her fingers, playing with her rings, clearly trying to gather her thoughts. Finally, she speaks, her voice softer than usual, almost unsure.
âIâm sorry I didnât come sooner,â she says, her eyes not quite meeting yours. âI wanted to, but... I didnât know if youâd want me there.â
You sit quietly, listening, waiting for her to continue. You know it is only fair to let her finish without interrupting, your time to speak will come.
âI know I havenât been... the best lately. Iâve been distant, and I canât even explain why in a way that makes sense,â she admits, her voice wavering slightly. âAnd then when you got sick... I wanted to be there for you. I should have been there, but you asked for space, and I didnât want to make things worse.â You could hear the sadness and longing in her voice as she spoke, it made your heart hurt a little more thinking about how this has negatively affected her as well as you.
She looks down, her fingers twisting together nervously. âBut I just kept second-guessing everything. Like, if I showed up, Iâd be doing the wrong thing. And maybe... maybe you donât even want me around anymore.â
Her words hang in the air, heavy with uncertainty and vulnerability. Sheâs never said anything like this before, never doubted herself like this when it came to your relationship. When it came to you.
You feel the weight of her worry, and itâs clear that sheâs been wrestling with this more than you realized. Had you not been the best girlfriend either? Had she been worrying about this for more than just the last few days? Thereâs a long pause before she speaks again.
âIâm scared Iâm not the girlfriend you deserve,â she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. âI feel like Iâm failing you... like I havenât been there when you needed me most.â
Her eyes finally meet yours, and theyâre filled with doubt, something youâre not used to seeing in her. Alexia, whoâs always so composed, so sure of herself, now looks like sheâs bracing for something, maybe rejection, maybe confirmation that her fears are true.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. You know this talk has been coming, but hearing her say it, seeing her so vulnerable, hits you differently. There's a part of you that wants to just reach out and hold her, to tell her itâs all okay, but you know this conversation needs to happen. You know that the both of you need to communicate these feelings and work on how you can do it without it getting to this stage again, if there is going to be again.
âAlexia...â you start, choosing your words carefully, âI never said I didnât want you around. I asked for space because I needed it, not because I wanted you out of my life.â
She nods slowly, but her expression remains uncertain. You continue, âIâve been going through a lot, but that doesnât mean I donât want you here. Itâs just... sometimes I need to figure things out on my own. That doesnât mean I donât care about you.â
Alexia exhales, her shoulders sagging a little in relief, but the tension is still there. âI just... I feel like I havenât been enough lately. Iâve been so focused on everything else that I havenât made time for us, for you, and then when you needed me most, I just... froze.â
You shift closer to her, your hand gently resting on hers. âI know youâre busy. I never expected you to be around all the time, Ale. I donât need you to be. I just need you to be... present. To be you.â
Her eyes soften at your words, and she looks down at your hand that is soft on top of hers, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. âIâm sorry,â she says again, her voice steadier now. âIâll do better. I want to be better, for you. For us.â
You nod, understanding the weight of what sheâs saying. Itâs not about perfection, not about always getting it right. Itâs about showing up, about trying, even when itâs hard, even when doubts creep in.
âI just need us to be open with each other,â you say. âIf youâre feeling off or distant, tell me. If youâre unsure about something, weâll figure it out together. But donât shut me out, and donât shut yourself down thinking youâre not enough. And Iâll do better too. I have had so many insecure thoughts over the last few days and Iâm sorry for those. Iâm sorry that you get affected by them and Iâm sorry I didnât communicate with you about them. That wasnât fair of me.â
You take a second to think about what you want to say next. Â Alexiaâs eyes stay locked on yours, her expression softening even more as she listens. Her hand tightens just slightly around yours, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of what youâre both sharing. The tension between you eases further, but the conversation isnât over yet.
You take a breath, choosing your next words carefully, wanting to make sure she understands where you're coming from.
âIâve been in my head a lot,â you admit, your voice steady but full of emotion. âI thought that maybe you werenât showing up because I wasnât... worth it. That you were pulling away because Iâve been too much to handle. And instead of talking to you about how I was feeling, I just let it build up. I guess I was scared that saying it out loud would make it real.â
Alexiaâs brow furrows as she shakes her head gently. âYouâre never too much,â she says quietly, her thumb still brushing softly over your hand. âI never want you to feel that way. I hate that youâve been carrying that, and I didnât know. That I couldnât help.â
You nod, grateful for her words but also aware of how important it is to keep the lines of communication open moving forward. âI know you care, I do. I just... I need to trust that more. And I need to talk to you when Iâm struggling, not shut you out. Iâm sorry for that.â
Alexia leans in closer, her voice filled with sincerity. âWeâll both do better. Weâll figure this out together. Youâre not alone in this. I want to be there for you, and Iâm sorry if Iâve made you feel like I wasnât.â
You feel a wave of relief wash over you, and for the first time in days, it feels like the distance that had crept between you is finally closing. Thereâs a warmth in the room now, a sense of mutual understanding and a willingness to do better, together.
âI donât need us to be perfect,â you say softly. âI just need to know that weâre in this together. That we can lean on each other, even when things arenât easy.â
Alexia nods, her eyes shining with emotion. âWe are. I promise. I love you, and Iâm here. Iâll always be here.â
A small smile tugs at your lips as you lean forward, pressing your forehead against hers. The silence that falls between you now isnât heavy or filled with uncertainty. Itâs peaceful, comforting.
âI love you too,â you whisper.
For now, the words are enough. Thereâs more to work through, more conversations to be had, but you know that youâre both committed to making this work. And for the first time in a while, you both feel like you're on solid ground again.
Alexia pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you, and you sink into the embrace. The weight of the past few days begins to lift, replaced by a quiet sense of hope for what comes next.
After the heaviness of the conversation finally lifts, you and Alexia share a soft smile, the tension replaced by a quiet, comforting peace. The air between you feels lighter, and as if sensing the shift, Alexiaâs lips curve into a small grin.
âHow about we get some takeout?â she suggests, her voice playful yet warm. âI donât feel like cooking, and I think we both deserve a break tonight.â
You chuckle, nodding in agreement. âThat sounds perfect. I could definitely go for some comfort food.â
It doesnât take long before youâve both decided on your usual, something easy and satisfying. The soft glow of the kitchen light reflects off Alexiaâs face as she places the order, her expression more relaxed than itâs been in days. You canât help but feel a sense of relief, like things are finally settling back into place.
Not long after, the smell of freshly delivered food fills the room, and you both settle on the sofa, plates balanced on your laps, the comfort of being together in the small, familiar space wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
âMovie?â Alexia asks, already flicking through the streaming options.
âNothing too heavy,â you say with a smile. âSomething we can just zone out to.â
She nods in agreement, finally settling on a classic comedy that always makes you both laugh. As the opening credits roll, you finish your food and tuck yourself into her side, her arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you closer.
As the movie plays, the light from the screen flickers softly against the walls, casting a warm glow over the room. Youâre snuggled close into Alexiaâs side, her arm still draped around your shoulders, fingers lazily tracing small patterns on your arm. The comfort of it all makes you feel more at ease than youâve felt in days.
At some point, the film becomes background noise. Youâre more focused on the way Alexiaâs thumb brushes your skin or the occasional glance you catch of her watching you instead of the movie. You shift slightly, turning your face up toward her, and her gaze softens as your eyes meet.
Alexia smiles, a tender warmth in her expression, and you canât help but lean in. The first kiss is soft, almost shy, like youâre both still figuring out the rhythm after the tension of the last few days. Her lips linger against yours for a moment longer than usual, and when you pull back, you see the quiet joy in her eyes, a silent thank you for being open and honest with her, for being here.
Without a word, you lean in again, your lips meeting hers in a series of soft, gentle kisses. Theyâre unhurried, sweet, filled with a quiet kind of affection that says more than words could in this moment. Alexiaâs hand comes up to cradle your cheek, her thumb grazing your jawline as she deepens the kiss slightly, but itâs still slow, still soft.
When you finally pull away, her forehead rests against yours, her breath mingling with yours as you both smile, the movie all but forgotten now.
âI missed this,â she whispers, her voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the quiet moment.
âMe too,â you whisper back, brushing a kiss on the corner of her lips, your hands finding their way into hers.
She presses another kiss to your lips, this one lingering, and you both relax into the warmth of each other, the world outside fading as the night slips by.
Thereâs no rush, just the two of you, lost in the soft comfort of being close, the rest of the night spent in quiet kisses and shared smiles, wrapped up in each other as the movie plays on in the background. There is no need for more words tonight. You both know youâre in this together, that the promise made earlier will be something you will both work at together. And for right now, thatâs enough.
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do you have anything about some sort of reptile-based monster that involves hemipenes? i think itâs a very cool way to do double penetration with only one top
A/N: First part of this was one of the stories in the 10k followers event (find it here). Enjoy!
Lizard-brain: the research
Lizardman x fem!reader || double penetration, hemi-peens, tail play, light choking, exhibitionism, dirty talk (low key)
When he pulled out, you felt your holes twitching at the same time a mechanical voice said from the speakers: âYou did well, researcher, very interesting data was recorded.â Shit, you forgot there were people watching and probably saw you get fucked within an inch of your life. All your coworkers just watched you getting double creampied by a giant lizard-man. Great.
You were allowed to go home after that, your boss telling you to go clean yourself and the next day you could go over the data with them. Your lizard mate wasnât happy about it, but he complied knowing he could see you the next day. You felt many emotions when you left the place, not ready to name any of them, you only showered and went to sleep, your body sore in the best way possible.
You arrived to the facility next day, and the first thing your boss said was: âWe need you to do it again,â you looked at them confused, what the fuck did they mean.
âWhat?â You asked, looking at the monitors in the wall to try catch a sight of your mate.
He explained some of the data they collected, but how it was still very early in the research to know for sure, thatâs why they said: âWe need more data, and you are his mate after all.â You looked at him with understanding, your scientific brain already working all the possible conclusions of all the data collected so far and how much more you could know if you kept it. But also...
âI need to talk to him about this,â you told them. You had feelings for a big monster, and he considered you his mate, there was a lot of possible ethical problems there.
âOh yes, it talks. True.â They said, but like it didnât matter at all.
That infuriated you, but you swallowed your complaints, trying to understand why you felt so protective over him. And then it clicked, mate bonds werenât only one way, he felt the mate bond, but you felt it back. You cemented your bond with sex and now you felt tied to him the same way he was tied to you. That realization should have scared you, but only made your stomach flip with butterflies. You had a mate. And that came with a new goal in mind: demonstrate that lizard-people could go outside and live like equals to humans. That started with proving your mate bond was true and necessary, scientifically. And if that meant to be fucked in front of some researcher, so be it.
The talk with your mate went as well as expected. He was more than okay with the idea of fucking you again, but not so keen on the idea of other people being there. But the head researcher insisted it was important for somebody to be in the room with you to catalog fine movements and reactions that cameras couldnât capture. You agreed with them on that, thatâs the only reason you accepted (nothing to do with the fact that you might or might not have a bit of an exhibitionist kink).
And thatâs why you were naked over a medical bed with your lizard-man mate over your body and a researcher standing a few meters away. Your pussy was already wet, needy and desperate to be filled to the brim again. Your lizard mate was looking at you intensely, caressing your body with one hand as he jerked his upper dick with the other. You knew this position meant big dick downstairs, and you were already anticipating the stretch.
He approached you and rubbed his small upper dick against your entrance. âGood job, keep going,â the researcher instructed. âTouch her pussy.â
Your lizard stopped and turned to look at them. âDonât tell me what to do with my mate,â he growled, making the researcher step back and cover their mouth. âYou are here because she wanted it, but I will kill you if you say more,â the danger in his tone indicated he wasnât kidding. And it made your clit tingle.
You reached up to touch his face and redirect his attention to you, rolling your hips to feel his dick against your needy pussy. He pushed his dick slowly, breathing hard over you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could hear his tail thrashing behind him as you caressed his head with your short nails. He purred, making you giggle as he pushed his upper dick a bit further inside your pussy. The groan he got in response made him chuckle as you felt his claws probing your asshole.
âAre you going to be a good mate today, too?â His question was filled with hope, and you could only nod, trusting him and his magic precum to make it possible. Seeing as you woke up without any pain, you guessed the magic was more than great and would help you out this time around, too. âSuch a good mate for me, your holes are so perfect,â he was talking to you but not really. He seemed far away, like your pussy was transporting him into another dimension.
He started rubbing his big dick against your asshole, and you instantly felt the calmness and relaxation of his precum, allowing him to push the tip inside. You cried out, way too big. There was no pain, but the stretch was noticeable as he kept going, and going, and going⊠By the time he was fully inside you were breathing hard and he had crazed eyes. It was intoxicating.
âHow is he doing that?â The researcher asked out loud, stepping a bit closer and earning themselves a warning growl.
âSsssshut up!â Your lizard mate hissed in their direction, his pace fluttering at the distraction.
âBut I-â The researcher tried again.
You looked over at them, trying to move your hips to get your mate to move again. âI will fill a report later,â you told them between pants.
âBut I-,â they insisted.
It was enough. âSHUT UP!â You yelled at them as your lizard man stopped moving completely to glare at you, surprised. âShut the fuck up and I will answer the questions, but you wonât be able to get any responses if you donât shut up and let my mate fuck me senseless,â you let out between your teeth.
Said mate liked your outburst very much, soon grabbing your face forcefully to look at you. He started fucking you with intent then, the combination of his dicks inside of you driving you insane in a matter of seconds. He reached you neck and squeezed, feeling the vibrations of your moans against his hand and increasing his thrusts to make you lose your mind.
You felt something different this time, the tip of his scaled tail reaching around his body to rub against your clit. The textured surface made you see stars and the universe as he played with you in every way, taking your pleasure to the next level. It was exhilarating, your mouth open and your head thrown back as he fucked you like a machine.
He lowered his body, whispering against your ear: âCome for me, my mate, let me feel your holes milking me.â And like a good girl, you exploded into a million pieces as he growled over you and painted your insides with his cum.
This time around he didnât stop, though. He kept fucking you for what felt like hours, probably were. You forgot everything about research and people watching, you forgot everything about your boss and the world. You could only focus on his dicks inside of you and his tail rubbing your clit until you came so many times that you had to ask for mercy, which he sweetly complied. He kissed your forehead and pulled out, leaving you messy and exhausted.
Once again you found yourself creampied in front of all your colleagues. Your job was suddenly a lot more interesting than two days ago.
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i should be hanging out with a group of dudes when one guy off-hand suggests we watch some porn together. Just as a joke between us guys. And when we decide on what to watch and everyone starts pulling their dicks out, Iâll probably be the only one who still has it in his pants. At least for a while, because seeing all those hard cocks is bound to get me worked up.
But once they see my dick compared to theirs, they take it upon themselves to teach me how to jack off, doing it themselves as a test run. One guy holds one hand, another grabs my other. A third begins to gently stroke my tcock up and down, already growing hard and wet, while only touching my pussy when he needs lube. All the while a fourth guy grabs my hair to keep me facing the screen, whispering in my ear how good I'm doing and giving me pointers on what to focus on. Making sure my eyes stay focused on the action, telling me not to resist the bucking of my hips, playing with my nipples in order to get me close so he can call me a natural-born whore once I cum.
But once I cum the first time, they want to make sure that I can do it myself, so they let go of my arms and let me put my own hands on my dick. They spread my legs and guide my hands down to my dick, letting me pump myself up and down. At that point, I bet theyâre not even focusing on the videos anymore, Iâve become a far more interesting piece of entertainment. And having them touch themselves to me means that Iâm rewarded with so much cum and praise once I manage to bring myself to completion like a good boy.
Ah, to just be one of the guys.
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love surge | kwon soonyoung
SYNOPSIS. in which soonyoung experiences a love surge whenever he's with you.
PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader (ft. a mention of wonwoo, latte, and small cameo of nct's doyoung)
GENRE. fluff, friends to lovers, established relationship
WARNINGS. reader wears a dress to prom, someone give soonyoung a medal for having a crush on reader for a whole ass three years, bro is WHIPPEDâąïž, mild language, one suggestive scene, terms of endearment, kissing
WORD COUNT. 4.8k
notes: u guys know how he vibrates whenever he's excited?? heh,,
The first time Kwon Soonyoung experienced a love surge was when he was fourteen years old.
He didn't know what to make of it at the time. Usually it would be a reaction to something cute or excitingđlike one of the many occurrences the neighbourhood kittens would stroll along the sidewalk on his way home from school, or the time he won a tiger plushie from the claw machine at the arcade.
It's as if his body would experience this sudden burst of energy, an uncontrollable fluttering that made him feel like he could run a marathon or jump to the moon, and he'd be left grinning ear to ear.
But this time, it wasn't a kitten or a plushie.
No, it was a person.
A new school year meant new people. New classmates, new faces, and new things to get used to. Soonyoung had never really thought much about itđhe was the kind of kid who could make friends easily, who moved through life with an easy smile and a boundless energy that drew people to him. Though he did have his own worries and anxieties about being a fresh new fish in high school, he was quite excited for what the future held for him now.
However, it had been exactly six minutes after class started that the door opened one last, final time.
The face he sees emerges into the room is one full of panic and a hint of embarrassment. Soonyoung catches your apprehensive eyes as you gaze around the room, searching for an empty seat, briefly landing on his eyes and the barren seat that was just conveniently the only one left in the room.
A small mutter of indecipherable apologies leaves your mouth towards the teacher as you slip your way throughout the classroom, feeling nearly everyone's eyes on you while nearly stumbling over other student's backpacks on the floor. The second you land at the empty spot right next to him, Soonyoung's breath catches in his throat.
It's almost as if his brain is struggling to register your presence right next to him, watching the way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before fumbling for something inside your backpack.
Then your eyes furrow together defeatedly, and nothing could prepare Soonyoung when you turn towards him.
"Um..." You mumble quietly, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. "Hi, uh... do you happen to have an extra pencil with you?"
Soonyoung blinks, realising you were talking to him. "Pencil? Oh, yeah..." He reaches for his pencil bag, fishing out the first one he grabs ahold of and offers it over to you. "Here you go."
"Thanks so much," You say with relief, accepting the pencil with a cute, shy smile. Your fingers briefly touch, and the glance you both exchange afterwards seems to fill with a soft, awkward charm. "I'll make sure to bring it to you back after class, uh..."
Soonyoung brightens up. "Soonyoung!" Then he lowers his voice from how loud he seemed. "It's... Kwon Soonyoung."
"Kwon Soonyoung." The curl to your lips tug slightly more upward, and Soonyoung's heart does a little jump at the sight. "I'm Y/N."
Y/N, he repeats in his head.
His palms suddenly feel warm, and he has to ball his hands into fists at his side to stop his hands and legs from shaking and the jolt of excitement that ripples through his body. He can feel his heart thumping forcefully against his ribcage, like a thousand tiny fireworks going off all at once in his chest, and he can't tell whether it's from nervousness or pure exhilaration. Maybe both, at this point.
As class passes by, he notices the way you mindlessly doodle with the pencil he gave you, and for some reason, it makes him absurdly happy. He wonders if you'll return the pencil after class, and part of him hopes you don't. That way, he'll have an excuse to talk to you again.
Honestly, he might literally burst from the grin spreading across his face. It's a surge unlike any other one he's had before. And it's not from a game or a cute animalđit's from you.
By the time class ends, you do seem to forget to give Soonyoung his pencil back, and you drift through the class too quickly that he isn't able to catch up with you before you're out the door. His shoulders slump as he fails to catch any sight of you in the crowded hallways.
Though as he shakes off the disappointment on the way to his next class, he feels that surge again. It brings a skip to his step that nearly makes him trip on his shoelace; a hopeful flutter to his heart; a smile to his face that refuses to fade for the rest of the day.
Fourteen-year-old Kwon Soonyoung doesn't really understand what having a crush is like or what love really is yet, but he knows this: whatever that feeling was, he hopes it happens again.
Seventeen-year-old Kwon Soonyoung tied his own tie for the very first time.
It took him approximately nine tries to finally perfect it. His hair is slicked back, and he's wearing the crispest shirt he owns, freshly ironed by his mother just an hour prior. Adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, Soonyoung smooths over his suit one last time before turning around and taking the longest, deepest breath known to mankind.
Prom is supposed to be a night of fun, celebrating the end of high school and the journey he's about to embark on in life. He's quite excited on where life and time is about to take him, to be honest. But he tries not to think too much about that right nowđtoday is about today only.
Soonyoung finds himself squished in the backseat of Wonwoo's car with his friends, all chatting enthusiastically about the night ahead as they head to the venue. Music pumps loudly through the car's speakers, vibrating through the cramped space, and he's sure as hell that other cars could hear just the amount of excitement that was pouring out from the vehicle and into the cool, night air. But he doesn't care, nor do his friends.
The venue for prom is romantically lit and decorated, with fairy lights lining the entrance inside. Other students mingle, all dressed in their finest attire, posing for photos together with friends or with dates. Soonyoung and his friends spill out of the car, laughter and chatter flowing freely. After taking a few group photos outside, they finally head into the venue.
The night is filled with camaraderie as it progresses. Soonyoung lets himself lose on the dance floor as he spins and laughs with his friends and other students alike. His heart pounds to the beat of the music, the pulsating lights making everything feel surreal. At one point though, he drifts away from the group decides to take a break and grab a drink from the refreshment table.
Cold water cools down his throat as he glances around the venue, taking in the sight of everyone enjoying themselves. For a moment, Soonyoung leans against the refreshment table, savouring the moment, eyes searching around for something he wasn't entirely sure ofđuntil his gaze locks onto you.
You're standing near the edge of the dance floor. The dress that you wear shimmers softly under the lights. You look so effortlessly beautiful, like a scene out of a dream, and all the words he could ever think of scatter in his mind.
He hadn't forgotten about you, not in the slightest. Over the years, you'd become pretty good friends he would say, sharing a few mutual classes, bumping into each other in the hallway, exchanging quiet, lighthearted conversations and laughter whenever the teacher was lecturing and occasional banter. But Soonyoung realises he had never done exactly anything about the small, tiny crush he developed for you over time as he was dumbly scared to admit it.
And the feelings resurface all from a singular glance in your direction.
However, something else he catches is the way you appear seemingly torn between glancing down at your phone and back towards the sea of people passing by you in all sort of directions. You don't look... happy; if anything, you seem a bit lost, maybe even a little overwhelmed.
Soonyoung hesitates for a moment, contemplating whether to approach you or not. But then he decides to suck it up, and without anymore thought, he pushes himself away from the refreshment table and trails over to you, sliding his way past clusters of people, dodging swinging arms and spinning bodies until he finally reaches you.
You don't notice him at first, your attention still flitting nervously between your phone and the crowd, but Soonyoung clears his throat softly.
"Y/N?" he calls out to you, voice coming out a bit cracked.
You jump slightly, startled by the sudden voice cutting through your thoughts as you turn around. When your eyes meet his, Soonyoung watches your shoulders visibly relax.
"Soonyoung?" Then your gaze roams over him, taking him in with a small smile. "Wow, I almost didn't recognise you. You look great."
Soonyoung forces out a quiet chuckle, feeling warmth creep up his body, bashful hands coming to scratch the back of his neck.
"Thanks," he mutters, eyes trailing down towards the ground. "And you look... really beautiful tonight too."
You peer down at yourself, feeling the smile on your face widen ever so slightly at his words. "Thank you, Soonyoung."
A brief pause comes between you two as you both search for something to say. Once again, he watches you glance between your phone, to the crowd, and back to him again. There's some sort of apprehension in your eyes, and his brows furrow in concern.
"Are you okay?" Soonyoung asks, almost too quiet he isn't sure if you heard him at first.
You seem to hesitate for a moment before offering a small, forced smile. "Yeah, I just..." Then you purse your lips together. "You don't happen to have seen Minhyun around here, right?"
Minhyun? "Minhyun?" Soonyoung racks his brain for a moment, searching for that particular name through his crowded mind. "As in Minhyun from... the basketball team?"
"Yeah, him," You respond with a nod. "He's... my date for tonight, but uh... I think he ditched me. He was with me earlier and said he'd be right back. I've been looking for him for twenty minutes and he's not responding to any of my texts."
It's almost as if a hand reached its way into Soonyoung's chest, giving his heart a tight, worried squeeze, as well as a bit of frustration coursing through him. How could someone ever ditch their own date for prom? Let alone, out of all people, ditch you?
"I'm sorry, Y/N," he says, before his face brightens with determination. "Do you want me to help you look for him? I could ask around."
Immediately, you shake your head. "No, that's okay, Soonyoung. I appreciate it, though."
"Are you sure?" he urges gently. "I could... keep you company while you wait for him, maybe? Or weđ"
"Soonyoung," You cut his words off with a soft, tired chuckle, yet with a hint of firmness. "You don't have to do that. I don't want to ruin your night."
Soonyoung opens his mouth to protest, but the look in your eyes stops him. Still, his heart clenches at the thought of you standing here all alone, waiting for someone who might not even come back.
"I'll just head outside and wait for him," You tell him. "You go ahead and enjoy the night, okay?"
Before he could say anything more, you're brushing past him and heading towards the exit. Soonyoung watches you as you disappear through the crowd, the sparkle of your dress fading into the shadows of the venue's door. His chest tightens as a wave of disappointment washes over him, and for a moment, he just stands there, conflicted. Part of him wants to let you be, respect your decision, and go back to his friends. But the other part of himđthe one that's been harbouring this quiet, persistent crush for yearsđwon't let him just walk away.
However, as he attempts to take a step in your direction, a hand lands at his shoulder.
"Soonyoung! Come on, they're about to play the Cupid Shuffle," Doyoung exclaims, pulling him towards the dance floor with excitement.
For one last time, Soonyoung glances over his shoulder and towards the doors you just left. However, Doyoung continues dragging him by the ear towards the dance floor and where the rest of his friends are, already getting in position to start dancing. The familiar rhythm of the Cupid Shuffle takes over the room, and for a few minutes, Soonyoung lets the music take over. He joins in with the laughter and energy, moving in sync with his friends and the rest of the crowd.
Yet it's hard to shake off the lingering worry even while dancing, this ache to his limbs that causes his lively moments to be more subdued. Each second that passes, this pang of guilt hits him even harder.
He doesn't want to see you like thatđalone, waiting for someone who doesn't deserve you.
Soonyoung clenches his fists and makes a decision.
Suddenly, as if on autopilot, he finds himself drifting away from the dance floor and his friends and towards the exit of the venue. The night had gotten a little more cooler, hitting him square in the face the second he steps out. But he fixes his attention on finding you.
It doesn't him take long. He catches the familiar sparkle and colour of your dress, seeing you perched on a lone stone bench away from everybody else.
Your phone sits idly right next to you, gaze lost ahead on the packed parking lot.
"Y/N?"
You whisk your head around, catching Soonyoung slowly making his way towards you.
"Soonyoung? What are you..." You swiftly smooth out your dress with your hands. "I told you that I'll be fine."
"Well, I was never really good at following directions anyway..." He pauses when he comes in front of you. "Um... can I sit next to you?"
You give him a small nod.
Soonyoung casually places himself next to you on the bench, feeling the chill of the evening air but more focused on the warmth of being beside you. He glances at you, noticing the faint traces of concern still etched on your face.
"He didn't come, did he?"
You smile faintly at that, before it falters immediately. "No."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," You assure him. "Honestly, in a way, I was kind of hoping he wouldn't."
Soonyoung's eyes widen in surprise at that. "Really?"
"Mhm." You fiddle nervously with the bracelet around your wrist. "My friends set me up with him, even though I didn't exactly want to go to prom in the first place. But I just felt... obligated to, you know? Then I spent about two hundred dollars on a dress I'll only wear for one day in my life. But when Minhyun didn't show up, it was almost relieving, I guess. It just felt like one less thing I had to pretend to enjoy."
There's a brief pause as Soonyoung takes in your words and the way the moonlight reflects off your dress, the way your hair is perfectly styled and the incoming breeze that tousles it just a bit.
"If it makes you feel any better," Soonyoung starts, scooting a bit closer to you. "I... still think you look really pretty."
For a moment, you blink at his words, before the giggle you let out afterwards appears more natural, light-hearted, and genuine than all of the fake smiles you've plastered on throughout the night. Soonyoung can't help but let out a few soft, somewhat awkward laughs himself, a wave of accomplishment flowing through him.
You glance at Soonyoung, taking in his slouched posture, the crinkle at the corners of his eyes, and the easy, almost boyish grin that seems to settle into place whenever he's around you. You don't ever recall spending alone time with him in the few years you've known him around school.
You've always been used to his energetic attitude, this infectious brightness that follows him anywhere and everywhere. It's a bit strange to witness this side of him, but the comfort of his presence right now feels oddly right.
"It's a bit too early for prom to end right now." He faces towards you eagerly. "We should do something."
You lift a brow. "Like what?"
Soonyoung nips the bottom of his lip in contemplation, before he abruptly stands up and offers a hand toward you in this goofy, gentlemanly fashion.
Your eyes widen as you look up at him. "Soonyoung..."
"May I have this dance?" His lips quirk up into a playful grin.
You look around the area, noticing that there was no one else in sight. It was just the two of you outside right now.
"You know that I can't dance," You say to him.
"That's okay," Soonyoung reassures you. "I know that you didn't want to come to prom, but... let me at least make it worth it for you. I can be your date for a few minutes, if you want."
I can be your date for a few minutes. The words bounce off the walls in your head, and the flutter you feel in your heart warms your face.
With some slight hesitation, you allow him to take your hand, and he practically makes you leap off the cold-stoned bench and towards a more secluded part of the parking lot, right under the glow of a streetlamp. The noise from prom fades away into the background.
Soonyoung faces toward you, and the gleeful grin on his face melts away into a softened, almost sheepish look.
"You can, um... put your hands right here. On my shoulders. And Iâll place my hands... here," Soonyoung instructs with a nervous chuckle, hands hovering near your waist. "If that's alright with you."
Soonyoung doesn't exactly know why he's suddenly feeling so bold. Maybe it's because he's spent quite literally almost all of his high school years admiring you silently from afar, or because tonight has been a rollercoaster of its own and he's realised that he doesn't want to waste this chance with you.
Placing your hands tentatively on his shoulders, his hands gently settle on your waist. Admittedly, it's a bit clumsy, awkward as you both just stand there, feeling the cool breeze against your skin and the faint hum of music from inside the venue. However, it seems to melt away when you both start slowly swaying back and forth.
"Try not to step on my feet," he mutters cheesily.
"Okay, mister professional," You tease amusedly, nerves settling as you adjust your feet so that you don't accidentally step on him with your heels.
As you both sway along a comfortable rhythm, Soonyoung continues to gaze at you. Not in a weird wayđat least, he hopes he's notđbut with a kind of adoration he's sure everyone could read on his face. It feels natural, this simple dance beneath the streetlamp, like a small piece of the prom night that was meant for just the two of you.
You gaze up at him wonderingly, squeezing his shoulder to get his attention. "What?"
"I..." Gosh, Soonyoung, snap out of it! "You're just... really pretty. That's all."
His words come out quiet and almost all mumbles as he hangs his head down low to the ground.
"You've told me that three times tonight," You remind him playfully. "in the span of an hour."
"I-I'll stop. I'm sorryđ"
"You don't have to stop," You cut him off softly, voice tinged with a smile. "But if you wanted to ask me out, you know... I wouldn't say no. No need to be shy about it."
Your words make Soonyoung freeze in place, his hands still on your waist. Along with the night, he holds his breath. For a moment, Soonyoung's brain short circuits, and all he can do is blink at you in disbelief.
"Y-You wouldn't?" he stammers.
You shake your head softly, that small smile still lingering. "No. I wouldn't."
Soonyoung's hands instinctively tighten just a little around your waist, as if he's afraid you might slip away. He clears his throat, trying to muster up some confidence.
"So... I could be your date a little longer than a few minutes?"
A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you meet his nervous gaze, your fingers unconsciously tightening their hold on his shoulders.
"You could be my date for the rest of this night. Or this week. Or however long you want, Soonyoung."
There's that surge againđa rush of warmth that sweeps through Soonyoung's entire body from top to bottom and making him feel like he's floating on cloud nine. He feels his pulse quickening, his heart racing, and the mask that was suppressing his giddiness all finally shed light. He's certain that you could feel it, too.
Seventeen-year-old Kwon Soonyoung feels as though he's stepped into a dream. Perhaps the universe had listened to his wishes all along.
Twenty-two-year-old Kwon Soonyoung had been told that high school relationships rarely ever last.
Well, to be fair, the two of you got together at the end of the year, so did it really count? He doesn't exactly know. But he's seen friends of his own break up with their supposed 'high school sweethearts'đthe ones where they've promised marriage and eternity and everlasting loveđand he'd been warned time and time again that those relationships often fizzle out when faced with the realities of adulthood.
But here he is, twenty-two, and still with you.
Soonyoung finds himself sitting at the dining table, laptop propped up in front of him, finally submitting his last assignment of the entire school year. And when he does, he shuts his laptop close, leaps out of the chair, and pumps his fist up into the air in victory.
"Yes!" he exclaims proudly into the empty apartment. "I'm done!"
He lets out a whoop of excitement, a grin stretching across his face from ear to ear. Finally the past few weeks of late nights and strenuous studying have paid off, and now, he gets to relax.
More importantly, he gets to relax with you.
As he's tidying up the apartment, the click of the door lock grabs his attention. His face lights up, and he quickly finishes putting away the last of the dishes, making a beeline straight to the front door.
You're walking in with a couple grocery bags, yet nearly drop them when a pair of arms wrap around you.
"Soonie! What theđ"
"I just submitted my last assignment, baby!" Soonyoung announces to you eagerly, arms squeezing around you in a tight hug. "We're done with school!"
When he pulls away, you give him a quick kiss to his cheek. "For now."
Soonyoung pouts slightly as you slip past him and towards the kitchen, beginning to put away the grocery bags. "Aw, come on, you're not excited for me?"
You chuckle at that. "Of course I am."
"But you're not showing it!"
You turn around, and Soonyoung is already standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest, feigning a dejected look to his featuresđa look that you know so well.
You could only let out a sigh, extending a hand to tug at his sleeve, pulling him closer to you.
"I'm proud of you, Soonie," You tell him warmly, watching the way his expression softens when he's this close to you. You let your fingers trace shapes up and down his arm. "I really am."
As another grin makes its way across his face, Soonyoung feels that familiar surge of energyđof loveđcourse through him, and he wraps his arms around you once more to lift you up onto the counter. You yelp out a surprised giggle at his gesture, instinctively circling your arms around his neck for support. His eyes never leave yours as he gently sets you down, his hands resting lightly on your hips, face just inches from yours.
Soonyoung always feels like he might burst from happiness when he's this close to you, even in the few years you've been together now. He knows it's a feeling that won't go away, not now, not ever, not anytime soon.
"Gosh, you're so pretty, you know that?" He kisses you so softly, careful not to let all of his affection spill out right now. "So fuckin' gorgeous..."
"Okay, handsome, what happened to 'we're done with school'?" You tease gently, sighing quietly when his lips meet the skin of your shoulder. "Don't you want to make plans?"
"I have plans, alright," Soonyoung mutters against your skin, his lips brushing softly against your collarbone. "And you don't have to do anything else, m'kay?"
You tilt your head back slightly, gazing at him with amusement. "Are you sure that's all you need from me?"
"Hmm, a few more kisses wouldn't hurt, and I'll do the rest, yeah?" Soonyoung suggests playfully, already puckering his lips out for you. "Can I take care of you, please?"
You just giggle, taking his face in your hands and instead of kissing his lips, you press one right to the tip of his nose. "Whatever you want, Soonie."
The love surge that has been building up in his system finally releases its way out of his body, bursting out of him and consuming his entire being the second your mouth meets his. He's swift to pull you close and lift you effortlessly off the counter, his feet bringing him in the direction of the bedroom, your laughter mingling together and bouncing off the walls.
Twenty-two-year-old Kwon Soonyoung is convinced that no matter how much love he feels or how many times he shows it, there will always be more to give.
Twenty-eight-year-old Kwon Soonyoung finds that the word home has taken on a new meaning over the years.
Sure, he can find his proper comfort in the physical aspect, but it's different when you are in it with him.
Just like now, with you simply laying right next to him in bed, with Latte settled on your other side and body encased by the warmth of the duvet. Soonyoung doesn't think this is a sight he can wake up to every day; he knows it'll be a sight he'll have the privilege of cherishing for the rest of his life.
"Baby?"
"Hm...?"
He giggles lowly at the way your voice sounds so sleepy and content. Carefully, he presses his body up more against you, slipping one of his arms over you and the other under your pillow to draw you even closer to him. Your legs tangle even more together underneath the duvet, and he can't help but smile at how perfectly you fit against him.
"Hi," he whispers playfully into your ear, causing your nose to crinkle endearingly.
Yet instead of pushing him away, you flip over in his hold, nestling your head on his chest and muttering out a drowsy hi against him. Your arm wraps around his waist, and you let out a content sigh as you press a soft kiss to his neck. Soonyoung lets out an airy sigh, feeling the cold metal of the ring on your finger meet the skin of his back where his shirt had ridden up a little.
Even with years of being together, this routine of morning snuggles hasn't changed one bit; if anything, you seem to initiate more of the cuddles these days, and he doesn't mind it at all. Not one bit.
Latte curls her way into a more comfortable ball against your back as Soonyoung runs his hand under your shirt just slightly to trace his fingertips over the skin of your spine.
As he holds you for a few more, long minutes, Soonyoung separates himself a little, not to fully let go of you but just to capture his first glimpse of your face for the day.
"So pretty," he says, poking softly at your cheek. It's probably his quadrillionth time telling you that and every possible synonym of it, but it never seems to lose its meaning.
Slowly, your eyes flutter open to peer at him with a groggy but affectionate gaze.
"I love you."
Soonyoung blinks dazedly. Somehow, still always, he's always caught by surprise whenever you say those three little words to him. He's been hearing them for years now, every day and every night, but every time, it feels like the first.
It's almost ridiculous to admit how much of an effect you have on him still, how much you've managed to wrap him around your finger since the first time you met, but the heavens only know how grateful he is for it.
"I love you too."
Then his lips curl up into cheesy grin, and the surge of love that courses through him once more makes him tightly wrap his arms around you, causing you to stuff your face into his chest. You feel his body vibrate around you, muffling your giggles in his embrace, and accidentally jerking Latte awake with a soft whine.
Twenty-eight-year-old Kwon Soonyoung had finally discovered the meaning of home and love.
And it's you.
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cause you know I love the players and you love the game II Alexia Putellas x Reader
masterlist I word count: 1181
a/n: thank you anon for sending us this prompt, we hope you readers enjoy the short oneshot. â€ïž
warnings: 18 + smut
It was in the middle of an important game for Barcelona, the last minutes of the second half were on and there was still no goal in sight until this moment.
Emotions ran high between fans and players alike when youâre fouled by an opposing defender in the penalty area.
For a moment the pain was overwhelming, you could feel your girlfriends worried gaze on you as you slowly got to your feet again.
Meanwhile the referee has pointed to the penalty kick, Alexia was readying herself to fulfil her captain duties, but you held her back with your less hurting arm. There was a fire in your stomach which gave you the belief that youâd be able to score.
âAmor, let me do the penalty kick.â,
âWhat? You?â, she raised her eyebrows surprised.
âYes, come on move over, Ale.â, you told her unimpressed.
âNo.â, Alexia shook her head determined.
âAlexia.â, you replied impatiently.
âYou know what youâre doing?â, your girlfriend sighed.
âOf course I do.â, certainty shimmering through your words.
âMake sure you hit it with enough power. To the left, itâs the goalies weak side.â, the blonde advised you.
She knew you were unstoppable when you were in the mood you were in. Her trust was rewarded with you converting the penalty kick. Immediately your teammates gathered around for a group hug.
âNot bad.â, Alexia commented nonchalantly.
âTold you so.â, you grinned triumphantly at her as you started running next to each other, there was still a bit of time to play in the game.
During an injury break she whispered into your ear, her voice being raspy from the match sending pleasant shivers down your spine.
âI still hate being told what to do. Except in the bedroom but thatâs a different story.â
âOh, you do, huh? Iâll keep that in mind tonight.â, you answered in a teasingly tone.
âGirls, weâve children on the pitch please keep that in mind.â, Marta intervened chuckling.
âIâm 18 now that means Iâm an adult, Marta.â, Vicky protested. Â
âHow did you even hear this?â, Alexia asked the older teammate.
âThatâs my secret.â, she winked conspiratorial.
âAnyways. We still have some more minutes to play.â, the blonde reminded everyone.
âYes, letâs keep focused and not think about tonight.â, you agreed smiling when you noticed your girlfriend shudder at the hinting of later. Tonight sounded like a promise to her.
âYes, come on, girls.â, she nervously redid her ponytail.
âWhat did you say to our capi?â, Ona wanted to know curiously after the final whistle.
âOh, nothing just what weâll have for dinner.â, you shrugged laughing.
âAlright. I understand.â, the younger defender exchanged a knowing look between you.
Alexia raised her eyebrows and echoed: âDinner?â
You shrugged with an innocent smile: âYes, you looked very hungry.â
âI am in fact.â, she winked, playing along.
âDonât worry, weâll satisfy your hunger later.â, you laughed and got back into position.
You watched Alexia bite down on her lower lip: âCanât wait.â
Stifling a laugh, you tried to focus back on the game without thinking too hard about the flirty sound of Alexias voice.
For the first time, you couldnât wait for the referee to finally blow her whistle and end the game.
Ever since your girlfriend started teasing you mid-game, you felt this pulling sensation in your lower half. Maybe Alexia wasnât the only one that needed to satisfy a craving.
You walked the perimeter of the football pitch, applauding and thanking the fans for their support when all you wanted to do was go home.
Alexia caught up with you, finally done with signing jerseys and taking selfies.
âReady to go home?â, you asked.
She nodded, tired but happy: âVery ready.â
âBye, girls.â, you waved to your teammates who slowly got ready to leave the stadium as well.
Ona gave you a meaningful smile and plainly said: âEnjoy.â
âThanks.â, you grinned at her before turning to your girlfriend. She was already busy waving to the crowds again. âCome on, Ale.â
âComing. Goodbye, Mapi.â
âBye, girls.â, the defender waved with the arm she didnât have around Ingrid.
You have never been more grateful that Alexia only lived a few minutes away from the stadium. When you finally reached her doorstep, you let out a sigh: âHome.â
âFinally.â, your girlfriend agreed as she unlocked the door and let you go inside first.
You smirked, dropping your bag on the floor and slipped out of your shoes: âSomeoneâs impatient.â
She didnât deny it. Instead she flung the door closed and bridged the gap between the two of you, pushing you up against the wall.
âI think I waited long enough.â, she murmured into your ear. Her breath was hot against your skin, her hands trying to find their way under your shirt.
You bit back a moan and gently pushed her away: âGo to the bedroom. Iâll be coming soon.â
The suggestive nature of the last sentence wasnât lost on you.
Alexia obediently followed your instruction. She was already in her underwear when you rejoined her in her bedroom.
And she hadnât gained any more patience. She continued where you had left off.
Putting her lips on yours, she pushed you backwards onto her bed with such force that you bounced on the mattress.
You laughed as she kneeled over you, her lips exploring your body, leaving sweet kisses all over your naked skin. Her hands cupped your breasts, drawing small circles with her thumbs.
Every touch filled you with more anticipation. You arched your back, making sure she didnât take too much time, making sure she knew that you couldnât wait any longer.
Finally, she moved her hand between your thighs. First, slowly rubbing before she slipped her long fingers inside, curling them extremely effectively.
It didnât take long until you sighed in blissful relief.
You had gotten what you craved. About time to satisfy Alexias hunger next.
Unlike her you knew youâd take your time with her. First you let your gaze wander at the midfielderâs sight in front of you after you helped her slipping out of the sports bra. She was looking back at you with almost a bit of a shyness biting her lips. A slight blush was creeping on her high cheekbones.
âDonât let me wait for too long.â, Alexia whispered as you made your way from kissing her mouth to the vein on to her neck to her collarbone, while she shivered pleasantly under your touches.
âWhere do you want me to touch you?â, you asked innocently.
The blonde replied with an eyeroll which could only be read as are you serious you know the answer to it.
Despite her impatience you continued your trail of kisses through her body until you reached her pants which you took off in one move, it was already a bit wet.
Softly you parted her legs before you used your mouth to lick first slowly than faster till you heard her moan from pleasure.
The different story had unfolded right here in the bed sheets and you both wouldnât have it any other way.
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Dating the Slytherin boys (+ Harry) - HEADCANONS
Requested:Â No
Characters:Â Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Harry Potter (+ y/n)
Warnings:Â NSFW mentions, English is not my first language
A/N:Â I'm not sure I like this but here we go. However I have to say I like Regulus' one so I might turn his version into a one shot one day (when uni won't be killing me slowly). This will include also the pre-dating/flirting stage as well. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Enjoy! ^^
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Mattheo Riddle:
His feelings for you probably confused him at firstÂ
If he falls first, he either wonât let you know or will do everything to get your attention (âHey, y/n, come sit here, the seat is free!â, ây/n, do you mind helping me with homework for Snape? I canât bloody do itâ, âHow about we go to Hogsmeade, just you and me?â, âyou look beautiful, y/nâ)
Your love for him always calms him when he gets anxious or when heâs upset, especially after his father comes back
Will tell you things he never told anyone
Would rather spend time with you than with his friends
Is terrified something will happen to you because of his fatherÂ
VERY jealous, but trusts you
Despite easily getting angry, he canât get mad at you. Even during argumentsÂ
LOVES sleeping in your arms or when you just hold him
He's crazy about your body
Loves showering with you, and we both know how it often ends
HOT, passionate sex
Will randomly eat you out without expecting anything in return (doesn't mind if you return the favor, though)
100% calls you "baby" or "love" all the time
Doesnât care about what anyone thinks of him as long as you love him
Your love makes him feel lighter and stronger
You're his whole world
Feels bad when he hears someone criticize you for dating himÂ
Always makes sure you donât overwork yourself, and makes sure you get enough sleep, water and food, and comforts you when you're anxious
Holds your hands when he's anxious or stressed
Will listen to anything you have to sayÂ
Crazy about your perfume
Theodore Nott:
Struggles to express his love or feelings in general, at least in the beginningÂ
Has never done serious relationships before, and it may cause some trouble in your relationship, as you end up believing he doesnât care about you
It causes many fights, and the last one will be the first time he says âI love youâ
Always goes to you for comfortÂ
Loves sleeping with you in his arms/on his laps, or cuddling, and with time he canât sleep without you
Loves watching you sleepÂ
Loves having you on his lap
Always gets you great gifts (even randomly)
âWell, it thought it was pretty, andâŠit reminded me of you.â
Will fight any guy who is rude to you or acts like a creepÂ
Very jealous (trusts you, doesnât trust others)
Doesnât mind PDA at all, will gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public
Always has a hand on your waist or around your shouldersÂ
Very supportive in everything you do, even when he doesnât understand it/isnât really interested in it
Isnât very good with comforting people (mostly because he's not used to it), but will hold you and listen to you as long as you need, can even give you advice/reassuranceÂ
Every compliment/'I love you' you say melts his heart and means much more to him than he shows, same goes for anything you do for him
Loves doing fun things, even if itâs just throwing snowballs at each other during winter (which ends in loving kisses, just savouring the joy of being together)Â Â
Love getting in a pool with you and playing "childish" games during summer
Any form of intimacy means A LOT to himÂ
He's used to hooks up and "fucking" but it takes him a bit of time to have sex with you (despite being crazy about you and your body) because you mean everything to him and with you it's really making love instead of just "fucking"
The first time is loving and slow yet passionnate (eye contact at all times, hands holding, desperate kisses from him), and it gets a bit rougher and passionate the next times (but aftercare, which he isn't used to, is always on point and keeps getting better)
Is secretly very insecure, and is terrified you will leave him (especially for another âbetterâ guy)Â
Craves your touch and your love but wonât admit it
His boggart is probably you being dead alongside his mother
Will tell you sweets things in Italian
Very clingy in private - and also in public with time
With you he learns to be happier and discovers a happier side of himself he didn't know he had
Loves you much more than he actually shows at firstÂ
Will often say you're all he has (and means it)
But with time, you have no reason to doubt his love and heâs the perfect boyfriend
Blaise Zabini:
Probably will court you like the gentleman he is
He doesnât trust people easily and might be a little distant (while always polite and kind) in the early stages of your relationshipÂ
But with time he becomes very warm and smiles a lot
Always kisses the top of your hand or your foreheadÂ
Doesnât do much PDA except for holding hands and kisses on your forehead
However in private heâll 100% cuddle you and hold you
Dates in parks or restaurants Â
Get you flowers at least once a month
Will always defend you against othersÂ
One of his love languages is acts of service
Lorenzo Berkshire:
You either were friends before dating or he fell in love with you at first sight, there is no in between
Takes you on fun dates (arcade, funfair, theme parks)Â
Can be shy at the beginning, which will make it a bit hard for him to talk about how he feels about you
Movie nights where you two eats lots of snacks and sweets while cuddlingÂ
Always smiles when you enter a room
So supportiveÂ
Loves when you're on his lap
He has no problem with PDA
Quickly willing to meet your family if you agree
Heâs a great listener and mostly gives good advicesÂ
Loves taking naps with youÂ
Always makes you sure you get enough sleep, water and food
Wonât let you get yourself into dangerous situations
Loves to go anywhere with you, no matter the activity and even if he just follows you aroundÂ
Many pet names
If you're Muggleborn or grew up among Muggles, he will totally ask you questions about the muggle world
Passionnate sex, will get rough if he hasn't seen you in a long time or if it's angry sex after he got jealous
His aftercare is the best, and he's always thankful you trust him enough to have that form of intimacy with him
Draco Malfoy:
Wonât flirt at first with you but keeps wanting your attention
Tries to seduce you with expensive gifts, and is a bit taken aback when you say he doesnât work
Continues to get you gifts, but will make sure they match your interests/tastes, and keeps expensive gifts for your birthdays and Christmas (even though heâd like to get them all year for you)Â
At first he doesn't show any weakness in your presence
With you heâll learn patience and to focus of more positive things, and also to stand up to his father
Takes you on dates every chance he gets
Will ditch his friends to spend time with you
Probably makes Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or do things for you
So proud to be dating you, it might even make him more arrogant
Gets grumpy when jealous but after a kiss on the cheek heâs back to his normal selfÂ
Will invite you to his home and write you nearly everyday during holidays
Hates it when Harry or any Gryffindor boy tries to talk to you
Surprisingly has no problem with PDA
Loves when you come to see him play during Quidditch matches
Tom Riddle:
Oh boy
It started with him admiring/watching you from afar, for he reason he canât understand
SUPER confused by what he feels for you and why
Will probably try to get closer to you through homework or through books if he sees you read one
Will know everything about you, and will secretly follow you, saving you if youâre in danger with you never knowing who it was
Crazy about your perfume, so much so that it makes him steal one of your clothes just to be able to smell it anytime he wants
After a while, heâll spend most of his time with you without ever admitting he likes it
Will probably let you know his feelings for you after he cast a spell on a guy for being a creep with youÂ
Wonât let another man touch you
Will ask Mattheo for advice to be better or to make you fall in love with him
Will do your homework without hesitation, even if he pretends that he hates it, and will leave explanations so you understand his answers/his work
No PDA except for holding hands or your hand under his arm, but will make sure to stay close to you at all timesÂ
Is a surprisingly good listenerÂ
VERY jealous, but surprisingly isnât mad or suspicious at you
âDid you enjoy having his attention? Do you wish for me to show you how my attention is better?âÂ
He doesn't stress over homework or stuff like that, so he finds it ridiculous when you do (learns with time to be more understanding)
Will let flowers in your room with a note on it
Pretends to not care about the gifts you get him for his birthday or Christmas but it actually means so much to him as no one ever got him any gifts beforeÂ
Nothing the others say about him gets to him, but he gets angry when he hears someone say that you deserve better than him
Is secretly insecure about his background and the fact that heâs poor, and thinks you deserve betterÂ
As Voldemort: Might be torn between continuing his goals for power or spending a simple life with you; is aware youâll leave him if he gets on a darker pathÂ
As Voldemortâs son: would do everything to protect you from his father, and if heâs forced to get the Dark Mark, he will makes sure you donât knowÂ
Possessive kissesÂ
Would hurt anyone who does you wrong
Borrows money from Draco to take you on dates or to get you gifts, as he feels like you deserve the nicest things, even though you keep telling him his mere presence is enough
May feel a little bit guilty that he canât properly show you his love like ânormalâ boyfriends doÂ
Wonât admit it but considers you the only good thing in his life, and if he ever lost you heâd get on a dark path
Wonât cuddle at first, but if you wake up first youâll find him sleeping close to you, with at least one of his hands touching you
Always notices when you donât eat, sleep or drink enough
Youâre the first (and only) person he will feel romantic love for
He has a bit of sexual experience before, but with you it's completely different - once you guys have sex for the first time, he becomes obsessed with your body and how it makes him feel
Loves fingering you
"You like it, dove?"
Even if you guys donât work out, he wonât ever be with somebody elseÂ
Would ask your parents for you hand in marriage, but honestly it's just out of politeness, the only answer that matters to him is yours
Regulus Black:
Like Blaise, he was raised the old fashioned way
Acts coldly towards everyone except you, his tone and eyes gets warmer and kinder when talking/looking at you, and youâre the only person heâll smile at
You were his best (and only) friend and he has been in love with you for years
He hides his feelings very well, but one day you start dating someone else (thinking Regulus doesnât share your feelings) but he canât bear it and confesses his feelings
Always defends you
Heâll take you on restaurants or picnics dates, always bringing flowers
Mostly fine with PDA (holding hands, hands on your waist)
Thinks heâs very lucky to have you
Probably already starts thinking of marrying you during your last year at HogwartsÂ
A bit jealous, but canât stand it when Sirius tries to talk to you
Will gladly do your homework with/for you
Loves it when you sleep in each otherâs arms, loves feeling you close
Loves it when you call him âReggieâ (only you is allowed to)
Will literally do everything you ask him to
Youâre everything to him
Canât stay away from you for long
Will get worried if youâre five minutes late
Always calls you âsweetheartâ or âloveâ/âmy loveâÂ
Slow, romantic sex most of the time but sometimes he needs to be rougher
Thanks to you heâll feel lighter and he will become kinder
Youâll even make him change his views on blood purity and stand up to his parents, and with time he gets closer to Sirius thanks to that (and you)Â
If that doesnât change and he still joins Voldemort, heâll leave you a letter before going to the cavern, saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him
Harry Potter:
Donât expect any pet names from him, but he might create a nickname with your name (like he calls Ginny âGinâ in the Cursed Child)Â
His love languages are fierce protectiveness, loyalty and a patience he didnât knew he had
Has no problem with PDA because he doesnât care about what other people think Â
Loves cuddles
Rarely gets mad at you, and feels guilty when he does
Mostly gets mad at you when you hurt yourself (for example during Quidditch) but it's also because he was scared for you
Hot kisses in private
Will be jealous if he sees you with another guyÂ
Heâs passionate in a lot of things he does, and it includes you and everything you do
Will fiercely defend you again anyone, can even throw hands
Gets FURIOUS when Umbridge hurts you during detention, and will cuddle you for hours and do everything he can to make the pain disappear
Knows people are mean to you during fifth year because you're dating him and he hates it
During that year the only peace he feels is when he's holding you or when you sleep in his arms (it's also the only time he doesn't get nightmares)
Very supportiveÂ
Loves getting you giftsÂ
You make him feel SO happy, heâll just keep smiling for no reasonÂ
Gets more and more clingy with time
Always write to you during the holidays (you always invite him to come to your house)
I'm not sure about sex while you guys are at Hogwarts but he 100% feels lust for you, there will definitely be hot making sessions when you guys are alone in a dark corner of the castle and it often ends up with you against the wall with your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck and caresses your legs
However sometimes he just can't stop himself and will eat you out (even maybe finger you at the same time), and will be proud when you come
Any act of service you do for him means a lot
You're always worried about him when he's at the Dursleys but he reassures you that he's fine
Comes to you in the middle of the night if he has a nightmare and generally comes to you for comfort or to rantÂ
Needs you more than ever after Voldemort comes back and after Siriusâ deathÂ
Misses you like crazy during his quest for Horcruxes, and he canât bear the thought of something happening to youÂ
Might struggle to show it, but he knows and is thankful of how patient and comprehensive you are with him, and that makes him want to be the best boyfriend he can be
Terrified Voldemort might hurt/kill you
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IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh smau]
eighteen â it was me. wc: 2.0k
you still.
the timing, the fucking timing.
your finger hovers over the accept button, the green light reflecting off your thumb as if its warning you off from the consequences of pressing it.
you couldnât possibly accept it, i mean, after that conversation the other day, jaehyun drenched through at your doorstep as you implied your clear distaste towards him, you would just feel weak answering the call.
you didnât need to know why he was calling. right?
so you decline.
it feels good for a total of 13 minutes. until he calls again. and again.
maybe itâs urgent, you reason with yourself. maybe he needs me.
but nothing in this world could ever make jeong jaehyun need you, you were confident of that after hearing all those rumours two years ago.
he never needed you. he never wanted you.
so why now?
fuck it.
the next call, you pick up.
heâs silent, but you can hear him breathing softly on the other end of the phone. and youâre sure that he can hear the same from yours.
after a few moments, he speaks.
âyn..â he says slowly, as if heâs testing out the word on his lips for the first time. but you know itâs not the first, and now your curious of his carefulness. âwe need to talk.â
you sigh, but itâs not in annoyance. youâre not sure what itâs in, but itâs definitely not happiness either. itâs somewhere.. in between.
âdid something happen?â you ask, quiet, almost a whisper.
you donât need to see his face to know heâs saying no, that heâs saying thereâs something else. his silence speaks the words for him.
so you continue. âiâll be over in 10. this better be worth my time, jeong.â
he clears his throat, âthank you.â as he hangs up. leaving you wondering what the hell he wants you for.
and why the hell youâre agreeing to it.
you knock on his door, one, two, three times. itâs a little signature thing you and jaehyun used to do in highschool, he knew you were nervous to answer the door to strangers, so he came up with the idea of knocking 3 times, in even beats, everytime you were at eachothers door. all so you knew that it was him. all so that you would feel safe.
you move the thoughts aside when he opens the door.
this isnât like the other day, this is different. he looks at you for a moment, a small hint of a smile tracing his lips before its gone as quick as it came, vanished into the cold darkness of the night behind you.
âyutas out.â he starts, âcome in.â
slowly, you creep into his dorm. it looks exactly the same as when he started. it looks exactly the same as the night you confronted him about the rumours, the night you cried at him until your throat was sore.
you sit on the couch in the middle of the room, jaehyun sitting on the coffee table in front of you, leaning his elbows onto his knees as he looks to the floor.
âwhy did you want me here, jaehyun?â you ask.
he looks up, face unreadable.
heâs silent again. still.
all you can hear is your heart, speed gaining and gaining and-
âit was me.â
it stops. not only your heart, but seemingly time around you too.
youâre finding it hard to distinguish between the rush of blood to your head and the anguish you feel from hearing those three words out loud. from no oneâs lips except the man you hate the most. the man you least expected to mutter them.
it.
was.
me.
they keep replaying over and over in your mind.
it.
was.
me.
you canât stop it, like a broken record, a carousel that refuses to halt.
like a lie that spiralled too far.
âyouâre lying.â you spurt.
it.
was.
me.
he gulps, shaking his head side to side in small, reluctant movements. in disagreement.
âi know how this looks.â he replies. âbut yn, please-â
it.
was.
me.
âno.â you interrupt him, standing to your feet.
he stands with you. âplease.â
the words stop playing in your head as you watch him. his eyes pleading with you, a face you have never seen him wear.
âplease, yn.â
you sit again. he sits with you.
âfine.â you reply.
âitâs been eating away at me, yn. its been eating away at me since the scores were announced.â
your eyebrows furrow. you thought he was just telling you he had been sending you the messages, a sick cruel means of messing with you.
âwhat?â
âi sabotaged my own team.â
now, youâre silent.
he continues. âiâm a horrible person yn, i should never have done this to my team, i should have never done this to you.â
ââŠwhy?â you murmur.
âyour mother.â
you look up, expecting some sick, disgusting âur momâ joke, but he laughs in exhale.
âno, no, no, not like that.â he says, âiâm serious.â he pauses to look at you, âyou never told me the reason you started ballet was to continue your mothers dream, why did you never tell me that?â
âwhy should i?â
âbecause it changes everything, yn!â
his outburst shocks you, and he mutters an apology before continuing, speaking quietly.
âlook,â heâs barely above a whisper. âi already found it hard enough to pretend i hated you. i couldnât let myself beat you, i couldnât take that away from you, yn, no matter how much you may hate me. i canât hate you the way you do, me.â
youâre confused. so if he really did sabotage his team, that means he really is..
Y..
and that means that every single message he sent was true.
âbut howâŠ?â you whisper, confusion lining your face.
his head cocks to the side. you continue.
âhow could you⊠mean any of that.. after what you did?â
his face goes stone cold. he looks back to the ground.
you quickly take it back, regretting your decision to bring that up. ânever mind, forget i asked, im leav-â
âitâs not true.â heâs still staring at the rug below your feet. you can hear the clock on his wall, ticking away, and counting each and every thought as it speeds past your mind.
âwha-â
ânone of it. none of it is true, yn.â he looks up at you, his face of pleading is gone, replaced by a stern expression.
jaehyun has rehearsed this moment in his head over and over, ever since you were 18. ever since he was falsely accused of using you.
he stands up, looking down at you and he speaks.
âi never spoke shit about you to any of the girls i slept with, yn. i never told them you were annoying, that you were ugly or that i was just keeping you around to make myself look better. i never thought any of that.â
you struggle to breathe, to absorb everything heâs telling you.
âyn, it wasnât like that. i told one girl about you.â
âoh great, that helps, thanks jaehyun.â you say sarcastically.
but he interrupts you.
âno. i told her how sweet you are. how pretty and perfect you are. about how every time i would leave the room without my phone, you would take it and fill my camera roll with cute little photos of yourself. i told her about how i kept every single one, in fear that if i was to ever lose you, i would have a lifetime supply of you, stored away in my pocket.â
you blink.
âi never wanted to get rid of you, yn. i wanted you for myself. the only problem was, she wanted me for herself. so she created the rumour that i said all those horrible things about you, spread by other girls who wanted me like she did, in hopes that you would hear about it and leave me. and you did. and i donât blame you one bit.â
âbutâŠâ you canât process it, not yet. you canât believe the words hes telling you. this whole time you had been so set on how you felt, youâd been so set on how much you hated him. âwhy didnât you tell me the truth.â
âi didnât want you to find out.â
your eyebrows fold in confusion and he explains.
âi was 18, i was stupid and afraid that having a crush on my bestfriend was a horrible idea. so i couldnât let you find out. i decided that letting you hate me would be the easier option. well, for you. for me though, itâs was hell. well, i mean, i have all those selfies of you in my camera roll still, that helped a little.â he laughs, but you donât find it funny.
jaehyun, the man youâve hated for two years, the man you loved for many more. here he was, telling you how much you mean to him, to the point where he chose your happiness over his own.
âoh my godâŠâ you whine, âhow did i not realise.â
âwhat?â he asks, concerned.
âyuno. thats what Y stands for.â
he laughs, and itâs warm. for the first time in 2 years, you feel comforted, excited by what the future brings.
after talking for the next hour, you discover that jaehyun really didnât realise it was giselle he slept with, thinking it was just some random ncu girl.
you no longer have reason to hate jaehyun and the guilt you feel overwhelms you. jaehyun realises that you have alot to take in, and he doesnât expect an apology, but you canât leave him without giving one. not after all the hatred you have given him.
he walks you to his door.
âgoodnight yn, thank you for hearing me out.â
âhey jae,â his eyes light up at the nickname, just like the other night, except this time, the light lingers. âiâm sorry, for everything.â
âno, donât be, it was my fault. i was the one who let you believe it was true. i was the one who let you hate me.â
you smile, âthen.. thank you.â
âgoodnight, yn.â
âgoodnight, jae.â
he goes to shut the door, but you remember something.
you rememeber one message.
a message from Y.
a message from jaehyun.
âiâm over you.â you repeat the message as if youâre asking a question.
his eyes widen for a split second before settling back to his normal, cold image.
âi meant it.â he says, âim over you.â
you nod, slowly, giving him a small smile and twisting on your heel and out the door.
he shuts it gently behind you.
heâs over you.
his words come back, spinning over and over again in your mind.
it was me.
one word sticks out to you. one word slap-bang, directly in the middle.
one word that changes everything, yet nothing at the same time.
one word.
âwas.â
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âĄËËâ*àłË : OFF SCRIPT : :;
â°â†â [PAIRING] â Hugh Jackman x F!Reader
ă»â„ă»GENRE: Fluff
à©â©â§âË WARNINGS: None! Mentions of (Y/N)
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„SUMMARY: You star with Hugh Jackman in a steamy movie, but the lines between acting and reality blur when Hugh starts developing real feelings for you. After confessing his jealousy and attraction, you realize you feel the same, and the two of you go off-script to explore a genuine connection.
Based on this request.
THE MOVIE SET WAS BUZZING WITH EXCITEMENT, lights flickering, cameras rolling, and the tension in the air palpable. Youâd landed the lead role in an upcoming erotic thrillerâa bold career move that had sparked more than a few raised eyebrows. However, what really set tongues wagging was your co-star.
Hugh Jackman. The Wolverine. The greatest showman himself.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. At 55, Hugh was a global icon, still radiating that rugged charm and magnetic energy that made audiences swoon. You, on the other hand, were in your early thirties, on the rise, and wondering how on earth youâd ended up in a movie where youâd have toâwell, you knowâget intimate with Hugh Jackman.
The director had wasted no time throwing the two of you into the deep end. The first few scenes together? Explosive chemistry. And Hugh, ever the professional, made it feel so natural, even though you both spent half the day either semi-naked or in bed, pretending to tear each otherâs clothes off.
~đŹ~
"Alright, everyone, places!" The director clapped his hands, signaling the next shot.
You glanced at Hugh, who was casually leaning against a prop desk, shirtless. He caught your gaze, and for a moment, you thought you saw something in his eyes. Something that wasnât just acting. You brushed it off as nerves.
"Letâs do this," you muttered to yourself, adjusting the strap of your robe, which youâd soon be dropping.
Hugh approached you, flashing that million-dollar grin. "You ready for this?"
"As ready as Iâll ever be," you replied with a nervous laugh. "Iâm still not sure how you can do this with such confidence."
He chuckled, voice low and warm. "Years of experience, love. Just remember, itâs all choreography. Weâre professionals."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Right. Professionals. Naked professionals."
Before he could respond, the directorâs voice boomed again, "AndâŠaction!"
The scene called for you to push Hugh up against the wall, all passion and heat, and for the next few minutes, thatâs exactly what you did. Your bodies pressed together, lips inches apart, the camera capturing every bead of sweat, every intense breath. But between takes, there was something moreâan almost imperceptible softness in Hughâs touch, a lingering glance when the director called cut.
~đŹ~
Later that day, you found yourself in another steamy sceneâbut this time, not with Hugh.
Jake, one of the other actors, had been cast as a secondary love interest, and while your chemistry with him was nowhere near as electric, it was enough to sell the scene. You were mid-take, kissing Jake on a couch when you noticed Hugh watching from behind the camera. He was supposed to be off set for this, but there he was, arms crossed, a small frown on his face.
"Cut!" The director called. "That was good, but I need more passion, (Y/N). Really go for it."
You tried again, but the second your lips met Jakeâs, you caught Hughâs expression in your peripheral vision. Was heâŠjealous?
The next take was even worse. Your brain refused to cooperate, replaying the image of Hugh standing there, looking like he was about to burst through the set like Wolverine in a rage.
Finally, the director let you both off the hook and called for a break. As you got up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you felt a presence behind you. Hugh.
"Bit of a rough take, huh?" he said, his voice low, but his eyes held a teasing glint.
You spun to face him. "Were you watching?"
"Yeah, wellâŠ" He shrugged, trying to look casual. "Itâs hard not to whenâŠyou knowâŠ" He gestured vaguely at Jake. "Youâre out there, doing that."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "Doing what, Hugh?"
His lips twitched into a smirk, but he quickly suppressed it. "Nothing. Just⊠I mean, does it have to be so steamy?"
"Uh, yeah, itâs in the script," you teased back, crossing your arms. "Are you getting jealous?"
"What?" He let out a laugh that sounded way too forced. "Me? Jealous? Ridiculous!"
You stepped closer, eyes glinting with mischief. "Sounds like jealousy to me, Jackman."
"Okay, fine, maybe a little," he admitted, running a hand through his hair, that charming grin back on his face. "I mean, I get it. I know itâs acting, butâŠyou know, itâs weird seeing you kiss someone else. Especially when weâve, uh, doneâŠeverything but that."
You felt a blush creep up your neck, remembering your more intimate scenes with him. "Hugh, you do realize that weâre supposed to be acting professionals, right?"
He sighed, his smile turning softer. "Yeah, but sometimes, things get a little blurry. At least for me."
You blinked, caught off guard. "Wait⊠are you saying you�"
"Iâm saying I mightâve caught feelings for you somewhere between take seven of that bedroom scene and the moment you pushed me up against that wall," he confessed, his voice serious now.
Your heart did a weird flip in your chest. This was not in the script. "Hugh, Iâ"
"Look, I know thereâs an age gap, and this is all very unprofessional, butâŠ" He ran his hand over his face, clearly frustrated with himself. "I donât know, (Y/N). Itâs been getting harder to separate whatâs real and whatâs not."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the director called everyone back to set before you could get a word in.
~đŹ~
The rest of the day was a blur, Hughâs confession playing on a loop in your mind. By the time you wrapped for the day, you found him sitting in one of the trailers, staring at his phone, clearly deep in thought.
You knocked softly on the doorframe. "Hey."
He looked up, his face softening as soon as he saw you. "Hey."
You stepped inside, closing the door behind you. "SoâŠabout earlier."
He stood up, his hands slipping into his pockets, suddenly looking far less like the confident actor you knew. "Yeah, about thatâŠ"
"Was that you going off-script?" you teased, though your heart was racing.
He chuckled, but his eyes stayed serious. "Something like that."
You took a deep breath. "Well, for the recordâŠI think Iâve been blurring the lines, too."
His eyes widened in surprise. "You have?"
You nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Yeah. I mean, how could I not? Youâre Hugh freakinâ Jackman."
He let out a real laugh this time, the tension in the room breaking. "And youâre (Y/N) freakinâ (L/N)."
You smiled, taking a step closer. "So, what do we do now?"
He shrugged, stepping toward you as well. "Well, thereâs no script for this part. I say we improvise."
With that, Hugh closed the gap between you, pulling you into a soft, lingering kissâone that felt far more real than anything the cameras had captured all day.
And for once, it wasnât acting.
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nipple piercings pt. 1
NSFW
characters: luffy, zoro, and sanji x fem! reader
summary: the monster trios reaction to your new nipple piercings
content warnings: established relationships, nipple sucking, breast play
others: lowercase intended, not proofread, pictures from pinterest
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Monkey D. Luffy
you had recently gotten them done, so while they healed, you wore thin clothing instantly drawing luffy's attention. he was immediately fascinated by your new piercings.
he'd probably poke at them with a childlike curiosity, his eyes wide with wonder. "wow, these are so cool! do they hurt?" he'd ask, genuinely intrigued. surprisingly, as you explain the sensation and the reason behind getting them, luffy would listen intently, absorbing every word.
as the days went by, luffy would occasionally bring up the piercings in conversations, always with the same level of excitement. "babe, show me those cool piercings again," he'd say, his eyes sparkling with interest. he'd honestly never get tired of seeing them.
your first time fucking after getting them ignited a side of luffy you rarely saw in bed. luffy was extra careful and attentive as his hands trailed up your body before resting on your breast. his calloused hands cupping them as his thumb softly ran across the piercing, tracing its outline.
"does it feel good?" you nod, back arching, pushing your breast further into his hands. without warning he'd roughly flick the piercings, soaking in your reaction with a mischievous grin.
"i wonder how they taste," he'd say before leaning in to give them a teasing lick, his warm breath sending shivers down their spine. the saltiness of your skin mixed with the metallic taste of the metal bar tasted so good. he licked, sucked, and bit, giving your nipple the attention they deserved.
Roronoa Zoro
zoro would have a more intense reaction to your new piercings. you quickly ran to go show him the minute you and nami returned back to the sunny. you found him resting against the headboard of your shared bed.
his eye opened the second you entered the room, waiting for a kiss (something you always do after returning to him) instead you just stood there at the foot of the bed with a mischievous grin.
"what?" he'd asked, instead of answering you lifted up your shirt and showed off your new piercings.
he would stare intently at your bare tits and the contrasting silver bar with a playful smirk on his lips. "didn't think you had it in you," he'd tease, his voice a deep rumble laced with arousal.
"come here, i want to get a better look," the second you are close, he would pull you over his lap in a straddling position. while his hands rested on your hip, his eyes never left your breast. he wanted nothing more than to take them into his mouth and hear how you sounded to a new sensation. but first, he had to make sure you were okay. be began throwing questions at you.
did it hurt?
how much did they cost?
and lastly, how sensitive are you right now?
once he knows that you are okay, his grip on your waist will tighten, pulling your body closer.
without reserve, his lips would pepper you with kisses trailing from your neck down to the piercings, giving them a gentle tug with his teeth. causing you to grip his hair releasing a moan from the sensation, one he hadn't heard before.
"mmh, i like that," he'd grunt against their skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "these suit you well, baby." his voice husky as he lifted his eyes wanting to watch your reactions closely as his fingers tugged and pulled on one while his mouth bit and sucked on the other. his eyes darken with lust as he takes in the pleasure written on their face.
Vinsmoke Sanji
before parting ways with nami you tell her to send a message to sanji about you needing him in your room. you sat on the bed, nervous and excited ready to show sanji how you spent your evening.
sanji, ever the romantic, would be utterly captivated by your new piercings. "holy shit baby," his eyes would widen in surprise and admiration, a very noticeable blush spreading across his face. "how did you manage to make yourself even hotter," he'd say, his voice filled with genuine awe.
"may i?" you nodded, even though you were still pretty sore, you craved his touch. he'd gently cup you breasts, his fingers brushing over the piercings with a feather-light touch. loving the contrast between your soft warm skin against the cool metal bar.
his touch would become more confident, his fingers teasing the piercings with a mix of tenderness and desire. causing you to let out a kitten-like moan. which further turns him on, "i want to make you feel incredible," he'd whisper, his breath warm against your skin.
his lips would follow the path of his fingers, kissing and licking around the piercings, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. "look at how swollen these bud are," he says, pinching your nipples harder.
"sanji," you managed to moan out.
"hold on my love, i'm just getting started," with lips still attached to your breast, his hands toy with the band of your shorts, dipping inside skimpy underwear.
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I'm working on part 2 atm (kidd, killer, and law) and might get that up tmr :) still, I hope you guys enjoyed this one!!
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Note: back with our favorite boo, Terry. It's my birthday, but I guess I can gift y'all with something lol! â€ïž
Helpful Neighbors. | Aaron Pierre.
Toxic!Neighbor Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.
Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on. toy play, water sports), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight daddy kink if you squint.
Summary: You confront your noisy neighbor about his loud late night company, he allows you to retaliate.
you fucking nasty,
first you cum and then you wipe it on my ass cheeks.
There wasn't much that you knew about your neighbor Terry. You knew he was generally friendly, you bringing him a small housewarming gift of a bath and bodywork's candle when he'd first moved in months prior. You knew he was a vet based on the marines sticker on the bumper of his pick up. You knew he was active, you often seen him heading out for camping trips, often seeing him in the apartments shared gym area when you'd take time out of your busy schedule to get a short work out in. You knew he was gorgeous, anybody could attest to that.
And he was loud. Very fucking loud.
And if you didn't know anything else, you knew that for sure.
The noise varied. Most nights he was particularly quiet, you wouldn't even have noticed anybody lived there if you hadn't seen him before. But some nights, he was a little loud. Metal music from an 80's band bled through the apartment walls, straight into your bedroom, you actually didn't mind itâbeing an exhausted charge nurse, the metal music did something for you, calming you in a strange way. Him seemingly fixing something, sometimes in the latest hours, drilling, hammering.
But it wasn't any of that. There wasn't any metal music. But he was sure drilling or hammering somebody. And she was extensively louder than anything you'd heard from Terry's apartment. You had to quickly grab your remote, muting your comfort show on your television to make sure she wasn't screaming blood murder.
It wasn't bloody murder, but she was screaming alright. You sighed, it was your first off day in two weeks of working straight in the trauma unit of the local hospital. It'd been a viscous stomach bug going around, and with the big panic from the prior pandemic, the hospital wasn't risking another one slipping upâso work was rough, and long.
But maybe you were bitter? It'd been way too long since you'd properly got your rocks offânot anything involving your beloved rose. So maybe you were just a bit bitter that at least somebody was getting theirs. Good for him! Just not on tonight. Not this night. You'd planned to crawl in bed, eat the most unhealthiest snacks in your cabinet and watch your comfort show, and maybe weep the prior two weeks out onto your pillow, you deserved a good cry after all, girl.
You sighed heavily, placing the pillow over your head letting out a groan. You'd definitely have to catch him in the morning and talk about this, cause this was outrageous.
Maybe sleep was out of the equation, but you'd definitely moved on to weeping.
The morning sprung and you jumped into action. Due to working 7AM to 7PM, you left out for work around the same time as a Terry did his morning runs. 6AM.
You woke up at 5:30 on a mission, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and putting on your biggest t-shirt, sweatpants to match, oh you meant business.
You caught him as soon as he'd left his door, jogging the opposite way of your apartment toward the elevators before you called out to him. He turned confused at first until he noticed you, giving a lazy morning smile as he did. Black compression shirt, with the pair of black basketball shorts to match. He had no business being so damn fine. But you weren't deterred by that, last night was fucking atrocious.
"Goodmornin', beautiful," he smoothly recited like he did every morning. He was just nice like that. He said it every morning without fail, he always found something to compliment you on. New color of scrubs, how you decided to get your hair, even sweeter when he sees you out of your deliciously fitting scrubs.
"Good morning Terry," you smiled weakly, "I don't mean to disturb your routine, but can we talk for a minute?" You uneasily shifted your weight. You weren't good with confrontation, it just wasn't in your nature, but you didn't play about your sleep.
He nodded and you walked inside still holding the door open for him to signal him to follow you. He did, his smile faltering a bit once he came inside, you could tell he was confused a little thrown off.
You closed the door behind y'all, moving into your large kitchen area to pour yourself a mug of coffee. "Want some?" You politely asked him to which he politely rejected holding up his thermal water bottle.
You added your usual fixings to your coffee, taking a cautious sip, cradling your mug in your hand before you continued. "I don't mean to be confrontational when I say this," you walked around him heading into the living area, plopping on your newly purchased gray plush sectional, " but you were very ...loud last night." You chose your words, nicely.
He featured you a puzzling look, his finger gesturing to the comfortable chair adjacent to you, "of course." You quickly obliged before he took a seat, uneasily continuing. "Your lady...company, I meant." Sex talk wasn't your thing. Sex was sacred to talk about for youâand you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable at all.
"Oh shit," he softly cursed, his expression filled with slight concern, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were bein' so loud, I hope we ain't keep you up."
"Oh, it's not a big deal," you quickly intercepted not wanting him to feel any type of way, "it's just my first day off in a couple of weeks so I just wanted to wind down with some quiet time and you guys were very...vocal," you chuckled to diffuse the awkwardness of the conversation, to which he added a light chuckle of his own, "at least somebodies getting their rocks off around here." You said jokingly before taking a sip of coffee. You hoped that didn't sound suggestive.
A short moment of silence followed your statement before you recognized Terry's eyes locked on something behind you for responding, "I see I ain't the only one gettin' mine," you furrowed your brows slowly turning your attention to where he was previously locked on. Your rose, sitting cleaned and comfortably on your end table.
You really had to learn to start putting shit back. ïżŒ
Or maybe not.
Somehow you found yourself on your back, pinned to the couch, Terry folding you up in missionary, knees to your chest, rose to your clit as he gave you long, deep, torturing strokes. You couldn't even remember the quick and somehow satisfying foreplay you'd taken to get hereâand you didn't even care anymore. You could feel the fat tip of his dick kissing your cervix, and as if you weren't loud enough, you got louder. How ironic? You could barely hear yourself think, or were you thinking at all?
"Mhm," he hummed, his face composed, nothing but his teeth lightly sunken into his bottom teeth as he drilled you in, finger tips of his thumb and pointer finger giving your right nipple light squeezes and tugs, he kept his eyes on you, even when they rolled back, quickly turning up the vibrator, "look at you, mama. Why you bein' so vocal? Why you bein' so fuckin' loud, baby?" He taunted.
"My god, Terry," you whined, breathless, he kept up, dick hitting that spot that made your toes curl. How was he so good at this shit? You understood her completely. It wasn't atrocious at all. Very understandable. Very justified.
"Yeah, baby?" He quirked his brow up, his own soft groans almost mocking yours. "You want her to hear you? She still next door, wake her ass up mama. She kept you up all night didn't she?" He asked tearing his fingers away from your nipples to slap firmly against your cheek prompting an answer from you.
"Yessss," you slurred out, throat raw from moaning and groaning. You'd say yes to anything he asked you in this moment. You'd adopt six German kids and live on a farm with him if he requested you to do so in this moment, the world was his oyster. He was digging you out so good, so deliciously good. He was getting more than your rocks off and you knew that when the pressure in the pit of your tummy came weighing down on your bladder. "Ooouuu fuck! Fuck I'm gonnaâ"
"Yeah," he chuckled, evil all evident in his tone, all in his smile as he glanced down to the mess unfolding between y'all, "wet this dick up baby, I feel that shit." He groaned, eyes zoning in on the creamy ring you were leaving around him. "Wet me up, and you better wake her ass up when you do."
"Cumming!" You abruptly announced nearly cutting him off from his lewd rant, the sounds of your own arousal clashing with his dick sent you tumbling over the edge, clear juices spurting out of you with so much force it ejected him out as well. It only prompted a more lazy laugh out of him, shaking the suction of the rose on your clit even faster. Trembling underneath him, your breath hitched in your throat as he sent you into complete overdrive, your voice was hoarse once a moan came tumbling out of you loud and broken. Why did you cum so hard from knowing that she was next door, possibly hearing you get your nut off with him?
"I like that shit, mama," he mumbled to you, turning the rose off slapping his free hand down on your clit, watching your body jerk in response. He said nothing dipping his body down momentarily to give your soft, sensitive nub three sloppy, mind numbing sucks. He was so loud and lewd with it, smacks loud, tongue slurping loudly. You were too turned on, too sensitive, but too fucked out to even object given how sensitive you were. He stood up on his knee once again, other floor planted flat on the ground. "Sticking up so pretty f'me and shit," he hummed, "put that ass in the air, I'm finna give her some more."
You whined, you were too tired to move. If this was sex? What the fuck were you having before? And he seemed to insatiable, how was he asking you for more when you already so tattered from your last orgasm?
"Can't," you weakly managed to get out.
He took the initiative to help you, his hands firmly grasping your hips and flipping you over roughly, bringing your hips up into the air, spreading out so nicely for him. He moaned in response, looking at how both your holes seemed to open for him. He slapped his massive hand against your ass cheek, the loud sound seemingly filling your quiet apartment, a high wince following behind it, his dick twitching at the recoil. "You gon be a good girl for daddy and hold this shit on your clit while I take care of you back here?" He asked you the dominating reference only furthering the throbbing in your pussy, one hand softly kneading the sting out from his slap. You could hear the quiet buzzing from behind you, head nodding eagerly as your hand reached from under you, making grabby motions for the toy.
Once it was in your possession, you placed it where he asked you, body lightly trembling since your clit hadn't had a moment long enough without stimulation. Both his large hands had been planted on your ass cheeks, spreading you apart for him. He groaned in response, spitting down onto your second hole winking for him so sweetly, you moaned in response to his lewd action. "Fuck yeah," he muttered sending another lighter slap to your ass. No further words were spoken as he grabbed his girthy member in his hands, fat tip rubbing softly against your slit before he stretched you open once again around him.
A loud whine erupted from you as soon as you felt him sliding into you, stretching you, the light sting providing the perfect pain to compliment the pleasure of him literally stuffing you. It was mind numbing for him, feeling you stretch and clench around him so perfectly, gummy, wet walls feeling so warm and snug around him. "Pussy so fuckin' good," he muttered not sure to who, you or him.
His strokes had already started off staggering; hard and deep. Pelvis slamming into your ass with loud, rippling sounds through your apartment, the force literally nudging your couch across the floor. You couldn't care about the scratches you knew were now engrained in your hardwood flooring, everything was so good. Too good.
"Fuckkkk!" You slurred out, eyes fluttering closed, face pressed against the plush cushions beneath you. Brainless wasn't the word for you. You were hyper focused on the pleasure you were receiving, the vibrations from the toy, Terry's back breaking strokes, and the sounds of your arousal around him didn't help the diagnosis. Your free hand held onto the top of the couch for a sense of stability. "Whyâwhy you fuckin' me like this?!" You stammered out through a moan, voice hoarse and broken.
"What you mean, mama?" He asked through a groan, sending another rough slap to your ass. "You such a good girl, you deserve this dick. Workin' all hard and shit, always lookin' so fuckin' good." He grunted, working himself inside of you. Thumb tracing your asshole teasingly. "You deserve some good dick, baby."
The praise only heightened your moans, encouraging you to slam your ass back on him until you felt your own orgasm once again lurking around the corner.
"Show the fuck out, then, baby," he said breathlessly, stilling his own movements as he watched as you fucked yourself on his dick, ass slamming back onto his pelvis with dizzying recoil.
"Shiiiit! I'm finna cummmm!" You moaned out, your movements only increasing in pace, using him for your own pleasure now. And he ate that shit up.
"That's right, get that nut mama. Get yo' shit, fuck me," he affirmed through a series of groans accentuating your own, "fuck, I feel all that shit. Nasty ass bitch, get that nut." His dirty words filling your ears as you released around him, halting your movements. Squirting for the second time, the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks literally. This one cramped your muscles as it temporarily paralyzed you, huge steaks of pleasure coursing through you. Terry didn't give you a moment to recover, his own climax brewing in the background. He resumed his strokes as if he never stopped, powerful, fast and hard. The rose clobbered to the floor with a hard thud, still buzzing away as your body flattened into the couch, Terry using his upper body strength to drop dick in you.
"You runnin?" He asked breathlessly through a series of overstimulating strokes to your pussy. "Why you runnin? Daddy, let you get yours right? Let daddy get his." He hummed to you.
You couldn't tell him you were overstimulated. Could you talk at all? Were you even breathing? What the fuck even was this?
"Dick got you goin' stupid, look at you," he groaned, dick hitting that spot again, and again. You came again, with announcement. You hadn't even known you were that close again. "Fuck, you keep cummin' on my dick."
Your voice came back to you in little squeals, nodding in agreement to his last statement.
"Pussy so goodâI'm finna nut baby," his voice rushed and panicked as he kept up his strokes, "fuck I'm finna nutâshit!" He hurriedly pulled out of you, groans and grunts spilling from him earnestly as warm, ropes of cum painted your ass.
That was so unreal.
You focused on steadying yourself as you heard Terrys whispered curses behind you. It wasn't long before you heard his lazy chuckle, soft lips kissing down your spine causing a small chill to sneak through you. "You good?"
"Yes? I dunno," you answered bleakly, voice rasped out. Terry laughed gently, hands rubbing some warmth into your thighs and midsection.
"You enjoyed yourself?" He asked softly, kissing up to your neck, and shoulder tenderly. You nodded eagerly to his question, earning another chuckle for him. He sounded so good. "I'm glad, where towels at pretty girl. Lemme clean you up."
"Bathroom closet," you jammed your finger in the direction of the closet. You were halfway into a slumber when Terry came back with a warm towel, cleaning you up gently.
You knew for a fact it was gonna be a lot of noise coming from the both of your apartments.
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