#They both want to change parts of themselves/shy away from parts of themselves

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lockjaw | j.t six

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paring: hybrid puppy!jayce talis x f!reader

summary: after a recent breakup you find yourself adopting a hybrid to keep you company, but he's more feral than you can handle

series warnings: 18+, hybrid jayce (ears and tail), slight a/b/o traits (could argue alpha jayce), eventual smut, protective jayce, size difference

words: 8k

chapter warnings: tension, almost fight, fluff

proof-read by my girl: @madschiavelique

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven |

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“Hello! What can I get for you both today?” the barista beamed at you both, her smile radiating the warmth of genuine welcome.

She handed you both a laminated menu which you took, but Jayce hesitated slightly before he accepted the double-sided paper, not quite enjoying the feeling of the plastic against his skin.

“Oh, hello!” you greeted her back and let out a long “Uhhh,” of thought. You’d been so concerned about whether this café was suitable that you hadn’t even thought about what you wanted to eat.

You glanced up from the menu and saw that Jayce was having as much trouble as you. “If you would like a moment to decide that’s okay!” the barista continued her kind smile, “Just find a table and come up to the counter when you’re ready.”

Jayce moved the menu towards you and pointed to the drink he wanted and you nodded, “I think we’ll need a minute for food but drinks are good to go,” you spoke to the barista but your eyes flitted to Jayce, awaiting his nod of confirmation, which he provided.

You gave her your drink orders and paid, then walked through the small cafe looking for somewhere cosy for the two of you to sit. 

Considering it wasn’t that big of a building, there were quite a few tables for its potential customers - small circular tables with only two chairs for intimate exchanges, ranging to large booths for a gathering of people, the options were overwhelming.

“Where do you want to sit?” you whispered to Jayce as if it were a secret between the two of you, the pressure of wanting to make this outing perfect making you recede within yourself. As if all your confidence had been used in the previous confrontation.

Jayce shrugged and glanced down at you with a tilted head, his expression changing slightly when he saw your shy demeanour. He surveyed the room for a second and then started walking towards a four person table by a wall of bookshelves, peeking over his shoulder to make sure you were following him; you were.

He pulled out two of the chairs on one side, giving you the option of which of the two you wanted to sit on, before walking to the other side and sitting in the one he’d chosen for himself.

Whilst the chairs themselves were aged and made of hardwood, the owners had arranged an assortment of cushions and pillows on top of them to make the surfaces more comfortable for longer stays. You picked up the pillow from the chair you didn’t sit on and put it behind your back, sighing with the relief that it brought.

Jayce didn’t seem that bothered by the hardness of his seat as he pulled the plush cushion out from under his body and presented it to you. You laughed gently and shook your head, “Two is enough for me, but thank you,”, at your words, he placed it on top of the seat next to him and gently pushed it down as if he were telling it to stay put.

There was a beat of silence between you, the only noise being the busy ambiance of the people around you. The subtle ‘Psst’ of the coffee machine nozzle blowing out fresh steam. The clattering and clinking of cups and cutlery. It was just enough to keep the awkwardness away from your table.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you apologised, finally breaking the silence between you. Jayce gazed up at you, his forehead wrinkled at the raise of his eyebrows and his ears bounced at the sound of your voice; his head still tilted downwards as he inspected the menu but his attention was now on you.

His eyes searched yours, possibly looking for where your sentence was going. “In the other cafe-” you clarified, even though you didn’t need to, Jayce knew what you were talking about, “-I didn’t think it through properly, and I should’ve checked beforehand to make sure it was okay for you,” your eyes lost contact with his, the guilt you were feeling forcing you to look anywhere but him.

“I just didn’t expect it from them,” you pulled the sleeve of your top up over your knuckles and played with the fabric, “I’ve been going there since I’ve lived here and they’ve never been like that with anyone,” you knew you were rambling but you couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

You cleared your throat, you were unintentionally making excuses for them, and they didn’t deserve that. Jayce didn’t deserve that.

“They were assholes to you, I’m sorry,” you said firmly and regained your confidence enough to look back at him. It was as though his eyes had never shifted from when you’d started talking; he studied your expressions as you spoke as if he was going to have a test on it later that day.

You felt visually dissected by him, and you could tell he was searching for something specific beneath the word vomit that was being expelled from your mouth, but you didn’t know what.

He blinked slowly at you and you felt a wave of reassurance flitter over you, but before you could verbally dig yourself deeper into this apology hole the barista appeared at the end of your table.

“Got those drinks for you!” She put the two mugs down on the table with such delicacy that the ceramic clicking against the wood was almost inaudible. Just as quickly as she’d arrived, she left again with a happy “Enjoy!”.

Then it was back to the silence. Even though you’d already apologised, and everything in your gut told you not to linger on the subject and to move on, your heart couldn’t let it go.

The urge to bring it up again teetered on the edge of your tongue and you weren’t sure if you could balance it well enough for it not to topple over and fall out of your mouth. 

His attention had returned to the laminated menu, reading every item with a curious intensity. There was a perfect excuse to change the subject onto what he wanted to eat, if he liked the music that was playing, or even if he was warm enough where you were sitting, but the roots of guilt were too deep into you that you felt like you needed to rip them out before the infestation was incurable.

“Why did you leave?” You asked before you could stop yourself and his body stopped moving at the mention of the situation, as though the thought of it turned him into a statue like a memory-medusa.

His vision went from the menu, to you, to the table, then back to you again.

He put the menu back down on the surface and laced his fingers together in front of him, seemingly in thought. 

You should’ve left it alone, moved on with the afternoon and allowed him peace, but you were being selfish. The need to remove this guilt off of your shoulders had overpowered the conscious thought to let him move on, and that only pushed the stone of anxiety deeper into your stomach.

“It doesn’t matter, sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” you quickly tried to erase the question ever coming out of your mouth, but no matter how hard you inhaled, the words wouldn’t go back into your body.

You read the menu in front of you with such forced focus that you weren’t actually reading the words on the page, the same thoughts swirling around in your mind and overpowering any cognitive ability you had left to take in the letters and form any coherent sentences.

Out of your peripheral vision, you could see his fingers unwrap themselves from each other and his arms lift from the table. You locked your eye line onto the menu, actively ignoring what he was doing, feeling as if you had done enough damage for one day.

After a few moments he tapped the table and slid a napkin over to you, the white square landing diagonally over the text you were pretending to read. In black ink, the word ‘Safer’ was scribbled - parts of the tissue had ripped from the force of the pen tip, but it was legible.

You took the napkin in your hands, holding it delicately as if it would rip apart if you moved too quickly. “Safer?” you read it aloud and returned your gaze to him. His eyes flicked to the napkin and then to your face, nodding once.

“As in, it’s safer here?” you queried, the tight knot in your chest and your incessant need to overthink apparently making you forget the question you’d asked him.

He closed his eyes and exhaled with, what you regarded to be, annoyance. His shoulders relaxed as he opened them again and jutted his chin towards the exit. “Outside? Do you want to leave?” your heart sunk at the prospect that you’d only made the situation worse, making two mistakes in one day.

He shook his head side to side, his brown locks mimicking the motion in front of his forehead. No. He tapped the napkin twice with the ballpoint of the pen, harder than he had before and widened his eyes with his mouth slightly agape like he was mentally repeating what he was trying to say but the wavelength wasn’t reaching you. Your brain was too full of everything you’d done wrong today.

“I-” you started, looking down at the word and back to him as if viewing it another time would somehow rearrange the letters into a way that would form the sentence he was trying so hard to get to you. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” your eyebrows raised with sympathy from their previous state of confusion.

He reached forward quickly and spun the napkin back towards him, clicking the pen with his thumb and starting to scrawl more words onto the fragile surface. One letter in and you watched the delicate fabric tear from the force he was pressing down, making it completely unusable. 

The hand that was holding the tissue in place swiftly scrunched it up in his palm, the same hand coming to massage his nose with frustration. His shoulders rose with a deep inhale, he held it for a second, then pushed it out of his nose as a way to calm down.

A minute of you watching him rub the indent between his eyes with his index finger and thumb felt like hours. Multiple times you had opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, not being able to find any words that would comfort anyone but yourself.

The usual comfortable silence between you was tainted with tension you didn’t know how to relieve. The pangs of nostalgia picked at your heart with involuntary memories of weaponised silent treatment.

But Jayce wasn’t him. It wasn’t like that with him, his silence was not a battle against you but one within himself and you needed to be patient with him.

“It’s okay,” you finally said, and he opened his eyes to meet yours again, his fingers still connected to the bridge of his nose. A cautious smile strained onto your lips, “I’m sorry I pushed, and I’m too much of an idiot to understand,” the second part of your sentence was supposed to have humour to it, but the moment it left your lips his frown deepened. He shook his head at your self-deprecating remark, clearly not liking the way you were speaking about yourself, but he softened his gaze and lowered his hand.

“We can talk about something else if you want?” you spoke with a new gentleness, trying to navigate the situation properly. You didn’t wait for him to answer before you threw another question at him, “Have you decided on what you want to eat?”.

Jayce stares at you and blinks as if he’s trying to keep up with the barrage of questions coming his way. He lowers his head to the menu again and exhales out of his nose twice in a mixture of a sigh and a chuckle, a ghost of a smile twitching on his lips.

He appreciated how hard you were trying to make him comfortable, it made the thrums of his own frustrations fizzle out into a calmness he wasn’t yet used to.

He laced two of his fingers through the handle of his mug and sipped his drink, reeling back for a moment as the hot liquid burned his top lip unexpectedly. His tongue ran over the sensitive flesh to soothe it as he looked down at the foam like it had done it intentionally.

As if watching him sip his coffee made you remember that you too had a drink, you mimicked his movements, lifting your cup to your mouth and blowing on the top layer of foam, not wanting to make the same mistake he did.

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, he turned the menu with his other hand and pointed at what he wanted. 

A loud grumble sounded from across the table, Jayce’s stomach seemingly agreeing with his choice. “You must be so hungry, I’m sorry!”, you said as you collected the menus off of the table and stood, the legs of the chair audibly creaking against the floor from the speed your thighs had pushed it backwards.

“I’ll go order the food and I’ll be right back,” you tapped the table twice with your knuckles and headed for the counter.

You stared at the words on the page, repeating what Jayce wanted over and over in your mind as you stood behind an older man. He was taking his time querying all the different syrup flavours that they had to offer.

You didn’t mind waiting. It gave you a moment of reprieve to catch your breath and slow your thoughts. Jayce was patient, but you couldn’t help but feel like you’d pushed that patience to its limit already, and this was your first real day together.

It wouldn’t surprise you if you woke up tomorrow morning and he was nowhere to be found with how badly today had gone. Your chest cramped at the thought.

“Hi, are you ready to order?” The barista’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hi, um, yes!” You stepped forward and put your hands, and the menu’s against the counter, relaying what Jayce wanted and then your own choice.

You were pretty sure you’d remembered his order correctly, you prayed you had.

“Great, we’ll bring it over to you when it’s ready,” she finished scribbling on her notepad and punctuated it with a full stop, “You’re number six,” she handed you a wooden spoon with the number six drawn onto the convex side with black sharpie.

You took the spoon and started to turn when you spotted a pile of whiteboards and pens behind the partition that separated customers and staff.

“Excuse me?” You called out to her as she reached through the gantry, a hand - who’s owner you couldn’t see - took the paper slip containing your food order from her fingers.

She twisted her head around to you, giving you her attention once more, her face expectant and awaiting your question.

“Are those whiteboards for customers?” You asked, the inquiry feeling a bit silly now that you’d heard your own voice make it audible. “It’s just-“ you continued, over-explaining yourself again “-Your companion is mute?” She finished your question for you with an expression of understanding and sympathy. 

“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed, a little taken aback that she knew what you were going to say before you could vocalise it, “That’s why we have them!” She grabbed one of the whiteboards and individually picked up a black, blue and red marker.

As she handed them to you, she must have noticed your surprised expression, or it was extremely obvious that you were out of your depth as she started to explain in more detail.

“It’s common for our hybrid friends to choose not to speak, most of them have been through a lot, it takes time for them to re-find their voice,” there was a sad but hopeful lint to her words, as if she’d experienced it personally. 

The implication that Jayce may speak one day made your heart thump an extra time. You’d heard him chuckle and clear his throat multiple times, so you knew he had the itinerary needed, but hearing someone else say it filled you with optimism.

“Although, not all of them do,” her interjection dampened your internal celebration. She must have seen the excitement on your face and not wanted to give you false hope, “My nana had a hybrid who never spoke a word to her for her whole life, but she was the funniest person she knew, apparently.”

Whilst you wanted to stay and chat to the young girl, you glanced over your shoulder to make sure Jayce was still content while he waited for you. 

He was sat sideways in his chair, one arm on the backrest and the other on the table as he observed his surroundings in more detail. You could spare a few minutes to maybe learn something that might help you make him more comfortable.

“She never spoke to her?” You asked, encouraging her to continue her story, “Not a word! All their communication was written,” she grabbed a cloth and started to wipe down the nozzles of the coffee machine as she spoke.

“My nana is the one who opened this place around 30 years ago, I think? And she was adamant we have enough whiteboards and pens for every table, that’s what mom said anyway,” she grinned as she retold the memory. It was nice to know this was a family owned business of people who genuinely cared for hybrids.

She dropped the cloth onto the counter, “I won’t keep you from your afternoon, but if you want more info about hybrids we have a couple of books,” she pointed to the bookshelves by the table Jayce had chosen.

“Is it that obvious I’m new to this?” You laughed and rubbed your elbow with your hand, the girl raised her hand and made a pinching motion with her fingers, “A teensie bit,” she played along with your humour.

“But it’s okay, we all start somewhere! You’ve made it harder for yourself by starting with such a large breed, but if the connection’s there, that’s all that matters!” She reassured you, the cadence of her voice carrying that of someone much over than she seemed.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you smiled at her with gratitude and left her to her job, returning back to Jayce.

Waiting for the food to arrive was much less awkward than before you’d ordered. Whatever tension you were feeling you’d seemingly left somewhere on the journey between your table and the counter.

The two of you sat in silence, taking turns to sip your drinks and take in your surroundings.

Jayce’s attention was on the ceiling where there was an intricate painting of ivy vines and leaves intermingling with, what you presumed to be, fake ivy pinned to the same surface. It gave the interior a more at-home-in-nature type of vibe.

Meanwhile, you were observing him. The way his curious eyes followed the trail of greens and ambers from the corner of the room to the expanse of the ceiling above you. The way his throat bounced with every swallow of his coffee, and his lips turned up into a satisfied and content smile.

His side profile was angular; the slope of his nose just after the slightly raised dorsum emphasised the tip nicely - it would wrinkle intermittently whenever a new scent found its way to his nostrils. His rounded lips, although scarred with harsh lines, were outlined almost-perfectly by his coarse beard.

The strands of hair from his moustache were beginning to peak over a bit too much, and you realised he would probably need to shave soon if he didn’t want to be eating it with his food.

As if he knew you were analysing the shape of his mouth, his lips parted slightly as he continued to admire the artwork above him, giving you a glimpse of the canines that you’d seen in different context this morning.

You couldn’t help but wonder what his voice sounded like. It wasn’t something you could rush, nor could you hold onto the expectation that you would hear it. But you could still wonder nonetheless.

Would it hold the same soft, patient, gentleness that you’d seen in his eyes? 

Before your thoughts could take you any further, your plates were set down in front of you and you began to eat.

You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were until the first morsel of food connected with your tongue, your tummy immediately grumbling as if you weren’t actively feeding it.

He ate faster than you, and you realised he had the same sensation. The last time either of you ate was last night, and you were most certain that he hadn’t gotten proper rest. 

“I’m sorry it took us so long to eat, I shouldn’t have dragged you around town,” you covered your mouth as you spoke to make sure no stray food flew at him despite having an empty mouth.

While he chewed the last few bites of his meal, he reached for the whiteboard marker and popped off the lid, scribbling on the board’s surface much easier than he had the napkin.

‘Stop apologising’ he’d written in hurried handwriting. You read it as you swallowed your mouthful, your instinct was to say sorry again but as you opened your mouth to do so he gave you a scolding look.

He didn’t need to write it down for you to understand he was saying ‘Don’t you dare’.

“I do that a lot, don’t I?”, he closed his eyes and nodded as he put the last piece of his food into his mouth and savoured the flavour. He didn’t seem annoyed, but you made a mental note to not say it as much.

“Okay, I’m never going to apologise to you again,” you joked, trying to fight the curl of your lips, but his raised eyebrow made you crack.

It was nice, sitting there with him. Comfortable.

When you’d finally caught up to him and cleared your plate, he picked it up and slid it on top of his, placing them both towards the end of the table so the server could retrieve them easier.

It was moments like these that you forgot what his file said about him. Feral tendencies and behavioural trouble seemed like the furthest thing from his repertoire. 

Instead, he replaced where your plates had been with the whiteboard, rubbing out where he’d chastised you with the same napkin he’d ripped earlier and drew two horizontal lines and two vertical lines over the top of them.

As you were tipping the last of your drink into your mouth to wash down your food, you hummed excitedly as you recognised what he was doing. Tic-tac-toe.

He picked up all three of the pens and presented them to you with a gaze that said ‘Choose your weapon’, for this battle, you chose blue. He put the black pen down, having selected red as his sword for this tournament.

He gestured to you to start and you realised he was letting you go first. You twirled the pen between your fingers as you looked over the whiteboard, trying to decide which space to put your circle in.

“It’s been years since I’ve played this,” you recalled as you observed the grid. From your memory, going first almost always guaranteed a win because the other player would always be on the defensive, trying to counter the first player’s moves, it seemed like he was almost doing you a favour by letting you begin.

With an air of confidence, you put your blue circle in the top middle box. Before your pen had even lifted from the board he’d put his cross in the top right box, next to yours, with two swipes of the pen.

You narrowed your eyes with a sly smile, and he returned your expression with a raised eyebrow. Oh, it was going to be that type of game.

You had learned your lesson by underestimating him previously, but you wouldn’t make that same mistake again. Readjusting your posture so your elbows were on the table and your back an unhealthy arch, you inspected the board.

The circle and cross next to each other stared back at you as your brain mentally drew all the different moves you could make, he would be the one blocking your victory after all.

He watched you think. The way you chewed your bottom lip and your eyes darted to each square then back to the scribbles already on the board, the light crease in between your eyebrows whenever you reached a conclusion where he would win, and the subsequent shake of your head to erase the invisible game you were playing with him in his head. 

He liked seeing you serious about a game, it sent a rush of adrenaline through him, finding a worthy opponent was difficult.

He could probably guess where your next circle was going to go just by how often your eyes locked onto the square, and he was already planning his own measures to stop you succeeding. He was correct in his assumption when he followed your pen to the middle left box.

You hoped your tactic would work - cutting off the middle box of the left and top so he wouldn’t be able to predict where you were going to go next, and so he couldn’t win on those lines. 

He would surely take the bottom left so you couldn’t complete a trio on the left column and leaving the middle box unprotected for your taking - then you would have the option of winning horizontally or vertically. 

The red pen drifted towards the left corner and you couldn’t help the grin that started to creep its way onto your face, soon victory would be yours.

Then, with a quick flick of his wrist, he swiped two lines in the bottom right corner. 

Your smile dropped, your plan had failed. But then your mouth parted as your eyes finally relayed the information you were seeing to your brain, the middle right box was blank and he was one move away from winning.

Promptly, you drew your circle in the space, blocking his pesky red cross from triumphing over you. Although you hadn’t given yourself time to think about your move, it was the only one you could make that wouldn’t end the game immediately.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating in his throat and causing you to glance up at him. His lips were parted and his tongue caressed the tip of his fang for a moment before resting back in his mouth, the glint in his eye was almost identical to the one he had once his food had arrived. Hungry and ready to pounce.

You swallowed the saliva that had built up in your throat, the few microseconds it took for him to raise his pen building the suspense of your fate in a way that made your heart race. 

You’d lost. Even though the game was still in motion, you could tell by his eager expression that he had you exactly where he wanted you. With threads of hope that you could still turn this around, but he was three steps ahead of you on a hill you couldn’t see over.

Eventually, he slowly drew his red cross in the centre square. Ironic, you thought you were being clever by not taking that one to begin with, but now it was your downfall.

The tip of his pen was still against the whiteboard when he raised his eyes to lock with yours, his golden irises held anticipation but not for how the game was going to conclude. No, he knew that from your first move, it was more so for your reaction. He wanted to consume your realisation of your defeat, and drink in the helplessness of knowing that whatever move you made, he had won.

You blinked rapidly, breaking the eye contact with him and taking in your situation. It took you a moment to register what had happened, but then you saw it. The only spaces blank were the top left, and the bottom and middle left - he could win with either the top or bottom left by making a diagonal red trio.

When you’d understood you’d lost you thought it was just by one space, but knowing that he had a selection of ways that he could claim his victory made you comprehend exactly who your opponent was.

One square would’ve been an honourable loss. However, the way he’d not only given you an advantage by going first, but so swiftly pulled that advantage out from under you and given it to himself was nothing short of impeccable.

“You win,” you straightened your back and spoke softly, starting to put your pen down in defeat. He tutted and you didn’t need to see his face to know that he was telling you the game wasn’t over yet. To surrender so close to the end would be to rip his reward from him.

Your fingers hadn’t left the pen yet and you’d already conceded to his wishes, drawing a lazy circle in the bottom corner and securing his success.

He folded his arms on the table in front of him and watched you pull your pen away hesitantly, as if the longer you took the longer you could live in the moment where you hadn’t lost.

The hand that was holding his pen came up to rest on his face as he tapped his cheekbone in mock deep thought, he smirked smugly as his eyes went from the whiteboard to your face, his lids slightly hooded but you could still see the gold of his irises piercing you with indiscernible contemplation.

He’d already won, so why was he dragging it out? You squirmed in your seat under the pressure of his gaze, and you saw his smile deepen. Ah, that was why.

Deciding that he’d tortured you enough, he put his cross in the top left box and drew a diagonal line through his three territories, signalling him as the winner.

You exhaled deeply and leaned back in your chair, examining the board to try and figure out where you went wrong, how he’d so quickly gotten the upper hand on you, but you were coming up blank.

He erased the whiteboard and re-drew the grid and you were all too happy to try and even the score.

The rest of the games were draws. As much as you wanted to win, the mixture of overthinking his moves and second-guessing your own meant that, no matter how hard you tried, he beat you. But the flash of his teeth and curl of his lips made it worthwhile - you didn’t mind losing if it made him happy.

You tapped your phone screen, having noticed that the cafe was starting to quieten down with empty seats, it was getting late. “I think they’re closing soon,” you said with regret, watching him wipe the previous game off of the board with the napkin, “Is there anything else you want?” you asked as you stood from your chair.

He thought for a moment and shook his head as he continued to clean up the board and put the pens on top of it in a neat line.

You picked it up and put your hand over the pens so they wouldn’t roll off as you walked and returned it back to the counter. You began to turn back around to the table and make your exit when you saw a cupcake in the bakery cabinet, vanilla sponge with a little bit of frosting and a strawberry, cut in half, nestled on top.

Immediately you asked the barista for it, you remembered in Jayce’s file that he liked strawberries and his favourite type of cake was vanilla - although, the document did state that vanilla was the only flavour they were able to get him to try in the short span of time he was there, but at least you knew he didn’t hate it.

You paid and she passed the treat to you on a little ceramic plate, you held it like it was the most precious thing in the world; this was your cargo to carry to its destination. However, as you slowly spun to return to Jayce, your shoulder collided with someone walking quickly behind you.

A sudden gasp left your lips as the cupcake wobbled but remained standing, and you gazed up at the moving target you’d accidentally hit. Another canine hybrid. His hair was a gradient of black to white from the roots to the ends, but with no uniform pattern, light grey being the dominant colour you could see - emphasised by the pointed grey ears sticking out from the wavy mess. A husky, if you had to guess. “I’m-”, “I’m so sorry!” you both spoke at the same time, but you were the one to finish your sentence first. He regarded you with icy blue irises, slightly obscured by the playful but curious hood of his lids.

“It’s fine, shit happens,” he shrugged with one shoulder, ironically the one you’d collided with, his voice was melodic with a slight raspiness to certain words. If this had been the first hybrid you ever encountered you would’ve never second-guessed if they could speak.

Internally, you scolded yourself. Automatically assuming that every hybrid was incapable of dialogue because they were different from you is not what they deserved.

Whilst you were in thought, you must’ve been staring at his shoulder because his hand came up to grab it dramatically, “I mean, ah!-” he bent his knees to dip as if he’d just been hit, “-I think it might be broken, you really did a number on me!” 

There wasn’t a single drop of sincerity in his voice or his features as he scrunched up his face and grit his teeth in faux pain, the bridge and nose piercing bobbing with the sudden contraction of the muscle.

He opened one of his eyes to see your reaction, his face still a performance of agony, and his bottom lip pouted as if it took a lot of concentration not to break his character.

Then you laughed, hesitantly at first, but when he joined you it flowed easily. 

You thought an awkward silence was going to follow, but his voice filled your ears again. “I haven’t seen you here before, first time?” he lowered his hand and his genuine tone returned.

You nodded, “Yeah, only found out about this place today. It’s nice!” you glanced around the cafe as if you were seeing it for the first time again, mainly to avoid his eye contact. Whilst he had a comforting aura about him, the light blue of his eyes felt like they were boring into your very soul.

“Well, I don’t get to come here often, but I’ll certainly remember a face like yours,” he wasn’t subtle in his compliment, but if there was any doubt of the intention of his words, the mischievous one-sided grin would’ve been all the evidence you needed.

You exhaled out of your nose as a bashful laugh escaped you. Despite his forward nature, this man was charming, you could tell he wasn’t serious in his advances but his playfulness was a breath of fresh air.

The man’s eyes trailed behind you and up, his smile remaining but his eyes lost their joyful lint. You turned your head to glance behind you but felt a tug on the back of your sweater, pulling you backwards and making you take a few steps back. 

Jayce moved one step forward, placing half of his body in front of yours and between you and your new acquaintance. 

The atmosphere shifted in a bubble around the three of you, the rest of the cafe unaffected by the unspoken argument between blue and golden gazes. 

You didn’t need to see Jayce’s face to know his features were hard and apprehensive as he stared down at him, you could tell by the way he adjusted his shoulders. The smaller man tilted his head to the side, chin raising and back straightening to try and make himself look bigger.

It was like watching two peacocks bristling their feathers at each other. You reached your hand out to touch Jayce’s bicep but refrained from making contact, afraid that it might make the situation worse, “Jayce, it’s okay. He’s friendly,” you spoke softly but strongly. Maybe sounding confident would put him at ease that you weren’t in danger.

Jayce’s ear twitched towards you, hearing your words but his body language didn’t change. “No harm meant, big guy,” the husky reinforced your statement with his own, but folded his arms over his chest defensively. You swore you caught a glimpse of redness on his knuckles, but it could’ve been from the cold weather.

The tension in the air wasn’t fading and you could feel that both of them weren’t willing to back down anytime soon.

“Jayce, stop!” you called his name, this time not shouting but firmly and direct as an attempt to get his attention away from his potential opponent. “Listen to her,” the younger man jutted his chin towards you without his eyes leaving Jayce.

You flicked a stare towards your new friend, a gaze that told him that he wasn’t helping the situation, but before you could vocalise your thoughts to him a man came jogging towards the three of you.

“Abraxas!” His voice carried a command that you could never dream of speaking to Jayce with. Once he was level with you all he looked between the two hybrids, “Is he causing trouble?” The man panted, clearly out of breath from his speedy approach.

The husky - who must have been Abraxas - turned his head to the man with offense, unravelling his arms from his chest and extended his arms out either side of him with annoyance, “I didn’t do anything! We were chatting and this guy-” he raised his arm to gesture at Jayce but his sentence was cut off by the man’s hand pushing against his chest sharply to make him stand behind him.

You noticed how Abraxas’ ears drooped slightly at the action, but it had done the job of silencing him.

“He always does this,” he shook his head disapprovingly, “These bigger canines are hard to control sometimes, you turn your back for one second and they’re starting fights,” he spoke with a cadence of comradery with you, as if he was talking to someone who would mutually understand.

But it made you think. If Jayce got out of hand, would you stand a chance at calming him down?

Your gaze drifted back to the side of Jayce’s face as you cautiously stepped in front of him again so you could converse with the man. The fabric of your sweater was still pinched between his fingers and you felt the resistance of his gentle tug once he’d deemed you were close enough.

“It was all a big misunderstanding,” you explained, trying to portray with your voice how silly this whole altercation was. “At least your one is quiet, I can’t get him to shut up most days,” he chuckled, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at Abraxas, who seemed just as offended as before at the comment.

“I’m Henry, by the way,” the man extended his hand for you to shake and you resisted the urge to check with Jayce before you shook it and gave him your name. “Us canine owners have gotta stick together,” there was a noticeable crease beside his eyes when he spoke, showing his age. “Well, this is actually our first day together,” you corrected him and gestured to Jayce, who was still tense. “Ah!” Henry glanced between the two of you as if he had secret information of events you were yet to experience, “They can be a handful, but looks like you’ve got a good one,” his eyes trailed over Jayce as if he was examining him.

“This is Jayce,” you introduced him, missing the side eye that Jayce gave you as you freely offered up his name to this stranger, “Nice to meet you Jayce, sorry about the trouble,” Henry extended his hand for him to take as well, but you weren’t surprised when it was left hanging in the air.

“Well,” Henry dropped his hand and turned back to you, “I wish you luck! I’d offer you my number as a support line, but I wouldn’t want to impose!”, “Yes, please, that would be great!” you waited for him to finish speaking before you interjected with your acceptance out of politeness.

The truth was, after the events of today, this was going to be hard. You didn’t want to keep making mistakes that would backtrack any progress the two of you were making. The man took out his phone and passed it to you so you could input your number, “I’m very new to this, so any help is appreciated,” you gave him his phone back once you were done and felt your own phone vibrate with a text after he’d typed you a quick message. “You’ve certainly made a bold choice for your first hybrid,” his eyebrows jumped as his eyes lifted from his phone and to Jayce, again looking him up and down, “Any questions, shoot me a text.” 

He said his goodbye and made his exit, grabbing the sleeve of Abraxas’ jacket and forcing him to walk with him, you could hear the muttering of scolding fade with them.

Jayce seemed to relax when it was just the two of you again. You thought about doing the same thing Henry had done and reprimand him for almost starting a fight, but the sympathetic expression he held told you that he already knew.

“I got you a cupcake,” you changed the subject and his features softened as he regarded the plate you’d been holding in your hand the entire time, “I hope you like it.”

He took the cupcake off of the plate, picking the strawberry off of the frosting and holding it in his palm. He bit into the sponge, almost eating the whole thing in one go, and you held your breath with anticipation.

His tongue wiped away any traces of the frosting that had attached themselves to his moustache and he hummed whilst nodding his head, showing his enjoyment. You let out your breath.

“Are you okay to eat it while we walk? I think they’re closing,” you twisted your head to see the members of staff wiping down tables and putting the chairs on top. Jayce didn’t give you an answer, but started walking towards the door instead.

The evening air was much colder than when you’d arrived, the sun having set a few hours ago and the only illumination you had was the streetlamps.

Jayce had finished his cupcake before you’d even caught up to him outside. He picked up one half of the strawberry and placed it into his mouth, the red berry seeming no bigger than a small candy in his palm as he presented the other half to you. You shook your head, “No, I got it for you,” but he moved his hand closer to you, insistent on you having it. You reached up and hesitantly took the strawberry half between your index finger and thumb, the tips of your skin gently brushing against his palm; it was warm, really warm, with a roughness to it that you didn’t want to question.

Placing it into your mouth, you chewed with a thankful smile as he licked the part of his hand where the sticky residue of the fruit had leaked and brushed his hands off against each other.

“Shall we go get some snacks for home?” you said once you’d swallowed, the word ‘home’ seeming foreign to say to someone other than yourself, reminding yourself that it was now his home too.

His nod certified your next plan of action and you led him to the closest store you knew would be open. He stayed close to you as you roamed the aisles, picking up what snacks you wanted and encouraging him to do the same. As you approached the register you passed the stationary section and an idea came to you. It would be impossible for you to pick something up without Jayce noticing, so as casually as you could, you picked up a sketchbook and a metal tin of drawing pencils. You remembered how interested he was in the artist earlier and wondered if he wanted to try it himself.

By his unchanged expression, you assumed he didn’t notice, or thought it was for you.

You paid and continued your walk back to your apartment, the inky black night sky now hung fully above you, it really was getting late. There was too much light pollution in town, all the neon signs of bars and restaurants, with the bright street lamps, meant that any attempt at observing the stars would be pointless.

Has Jayce ever seen the stars? You thought to yourself. He must have, from his years of not having a roof over his head. But had he ever stargazed without the fear of what the dawn brought? You made a mental note to yourself to take him further out of town one day to do just that, maybe even camping?

You were so deep into your mental to-do list that you barely noticed when Jayce had stopped walking. His head was tilted towards the high rooftops of the tall buildings, drinking in the LED lights that you’d seen so many times since winter hit.

You shuffled next to him and stuffed your hands into your pockets to protect them from the chill, taking in the bright white snowflakes and tinsel that draped from roof to roof. In some sense of it, this was probably the equivalent of Jayce seeing the stars for the first time, under different conditions.

To you, it was a simple and repetitive thing that the council organised every year, but to him it was the first time seeing the festive lights. You thought about how it must feel, to have a moment of wonder so late in your life, one that you had taken for granted as a child, but a glance at his face answered your question.

The pulsing glow radiated in the glossy surface of his eyes, as if the stars themselves had nestled into them to twinkle and shine, recognising another celestial body. The soft hue of the whites, green and reds reflected against his skin, illuminating him like he too was a celebration to be marvelled at.

It astounded you how anyone could treat this man so poorly. His features were so full of longing and affection that he wasn’t yet ready to share with another living person, an adoration that begged to be allowed to the surface. But the festive lights were an exception, they couldn’t hurt him.

You opened your mouth to usher him along, to mutter a quiet “Let’s go home,” but you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt this moment. 

So, you patiently waited for him until he was ready. Viewing the lights you’d seen in various different places throughout your life, they were always similar designs, but this time through a new lens. Appreciating them from a new perspective, the perspective of Jayce.

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[rebelliousstories]

Can I request suggestive headcanons for Remy, Logan, Wade, and poly Logan & Wade reacting to his shy gn s/o immediately covering their eyes while apologising profusely because they accidentally saw him half-naked because he was changing clothes please?

Walking in on Their S/O Changing…

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Brief Strong Language, Fluff

Word Count: 1,043

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine

* Okay, so keep in mind that this man has been alive for more than 200 years. He’s seen a lot. He’s done a lot. There is not much else that can surprise him in terms of learning new things

* However… You can still surprise him

* I completely see him as a man that would just casually steamroll past the fact that you were only in your undergarments. He’s not phased, nor does he care.

* Logan will definitely take the time to ogle if he gets the chance, but he’s aware there is a time and place for that.

* “Hey, we were out of beer so I took the truck to go get some… oh shit.” And with that, he was speechless. Logan’s eyes would trail up and down your figure, even though part of it was obscured by the tshirt that was pressed against your body

* Silently, he would stalk closer and closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you. His hands would gently pull the shirt away so he could get a better look. Feather light touches would cascade themselves down your arms, and chest; all the while his eyes would drink it up

* Picking you up, he walked over to the bed while holding you and pressing his nose into the crook of your neck

* “What about the beer?”

* “Forget the beer.”

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

* Oh, the beloved merc with the mouth. How do I say this gently? He will both make you love and hate him walking on you. It all started because he had gotten you a new suit that he wanted you to wear.

* Wade had begged and begged you to wear it, but there was no appropriate timing to do so. It had gotten to the point that he had accepted that you weren’t going to wear it. But when you finally had been worn down enough, he got super giddy at the prospect of you wearing it. But you had taken too long in his mind which prompted him to take matters into his own hands.

* “What’s taking you so long, angel cakes? Oh, hello.”

* “Wade! Get out!”

* Throwing things does not deter this man, oh no, my friend. For when he gets a glimpse of you, half undressed with the suit on the bed, he’s gonna need his special sock. Wade is frozen in a state of bliss and was unable to move himself. Not until you forcibly pushed him out, and shut the door on him. When you had finally put the suit on and came out to show him, he was still unable to form complete sentences or even words at you.

* Safe to say, you had finally silenced “the mouth”

Remy LeBeau/Gambit

* Ah, Le Diable Blanc. See, I know, you want me to come on here and talk about how big of a flirt Remy is. But no! That boy is a southerner, and southern men are raised to be gentlemen. I truly, in my heart of hearts believe, that if Remy caught you changing, he would blush and book it out of there.

* Hear me out! Just, imagine it, okay…

* It’s late and Remy hasn’t come home from his night out playing cards. The hour was nearing one in the morning, when you finally decide to call it a night, but you’re unable to fall asleep quite yet. Fearing that you’ll have to spend another night watching horrible late night reruns in the motel, you began changing into one of his tshirts to sleep in when you heard the door open. Struggling to get the shirt over your head to have some sort of coverage, you weren’t quite fast enough.

* “Ooh, I tell you cher, it was a goo- oh lord have mercy.”

* And like that, the door was shut again. Maybe you let out a squeak, maybe a gasp. But either way, your ragin’ Cajun was outside the room, breathing heavily and holding it shut. After a few minutes, he pressed his ear to the door to hear inside.

* “Cher, you dressed yet?”

* “Yeah. You can come in.”

* When he does, you’re already under the covers with the remote to the tv next to you, looking at the door. Gambit just grabbed his change of clothes that didn’t smell like sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and went to change in the bathroom. When he came out, he assumed his place with you in bed. On his back with you tucked into his side.

* Although, the only mention he ever gave, was a whisper of, “You look real pretty under all that, cher. Like an angel sent straight to save ol’ Gambit.”

Poly! Wolverine and Deadpool

* Prepare for trouble and make it double! Two lovers with a regenerative healing factor that makes snarky comments? Sign me up!

* This is definitely happening after a morning food run. You’re living with them, and Mary Puppins, and Blind Al, and Wade decided that today was the day for donuts and good coffee. Logan was thoughtful enough to leave a note on his side of the bed stating where they were going and that they would be back.

* This left you and the dog to get ready for the day by yourselves. After a lengthy shower that you didn’t have to share, you had made your way into the room to get some fashion advice from the sweet little pupper.

* “Okay girl. Do we go with the yellow dress, or the red dress today?”

* There was a noise, and two men bumbled into the room.

* “Avert your eyes, sweet summer child. But you should just forgo the dress. And the under garments while you’re at it.”

* “Can you go five minutes without something becoming sexual?”

* Wade gave an mhm while shaking his head, and turned back to his partner. Logan had to do a double take at your state, but there was appreciation in his eyes.

* “Can you two give us girls some privacy?”

* Logan had to drag his counter part out of there even though he managed to break free from the mutant’s hold on a number of occasions. As he left, the Wolverine sent an affirmative grunt and nod towards the red dress in your hands.

[shaunamilfman]

can't wait for love (to destroy us) [3]

pairing: Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman x f!reader summary: If your hookup buddies have dumped you for each other, why do they keep trying to hang out with you? Don't they know it's giving mixed signals? Masterlist

Jackie waves you over the second she sees you, her face alight with joy as she sits next to Shauna. Your eyes are drawn reflexively down to her neck, taking in the sight of hickeys you didn't remember leaving on her. Jackie flushes as she glances down, uncharacteristically shy as she presses her cheek against Shauna's shoulder. 

It doesn’t do much to hide the marks, but you manage to drag your eyes away anyway. You’re not sure how you’re supposed to feel at the sight. It’s not jealousy, per se; you’re more than familiar with the way that burning feeling wells up in your throat. The feeling was heavier, a dull ache like a bruise just beneath the surface. You didn’t want to take Jackie from her–how could you when you’ve already shared so much together? Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever had enough of them to possess in the first place. 

You were theirs, not the other way around.

This was what you wanted, ultimately. At least you had thought it was until you got it. They would be happier together without all of those desperate glances shared between them, touches that lingered just a little too long to be shared between friends. And that’s not even getting into the way they used you to learn about the other. All those little burning questions about what Jackie tasted like or how Shauna sounded moaning into your ear had done more to indicate their relationship than just kissing each other in front of you ever could have.

It’s not anger, either, at being so carelessly tossed aside like yesterday’s news. You were expecting that to happen when they both finally got their shit together, so that wasn’t what surprised you. The only surprising part really was that it took them so long to come to that conclusion themselves. You’ve long since suspected that the two of them are aware of their feelings for each other even if they don’t strictly act on them, which doesn’t make a lick of sense to you. But hey, what do you know about homoerotic childhood friendships?

It’s just… You thought there would at least be a conversation about it. That Jackie would sit you down on her bed while Shauna awkwardly leaned against a desk behind her to tell you that they had finally gotten together, so they wouldn’t be sleeping with you anymore, and couldn’t you still be friends? 

You’d sat around in your room all of that first day waiting for an invitation that never came, forcing yourself to focus on an assignment you barely hit the word requirements for. By the end of that day, the only thing you’d gotten from either of them was a text from Shauna asking if you wanted to study together the day after. Maybe they were just busy that first day, totally caught up in finally getting to taste the other when they’d so long kept themselves from it.

You’d spent that first night just imagining them together. The way Jackie would look sitting pretty on Shauna’s lap the way she always did on yours, her thighs trembling and her breath hitching as she whined for more. The way Shauna would look leaning over her as she pressed Jackie back onto that twin-sized mattress, strong thighs pressing against Jackie’s as her ankles crossed behind Shauna. The way Shauna’s fingers would flex around Jackie’s wrists as she pinned them back, so effortlessly strong even though she doesn’t look it. Or even the way Jackie’s nails would scratch lines down your back deep enough to last for days, aching every time you moved the wrong, or the right, way.

Her back. Shauna’s back.

Shauna hadn’t even mentioned anything when you’d met her at the library the day after, just bringing you your normal coffee order like nothing had changed. And it hadn’t, not beyond the obvious. If you hadn’t known what happened two nights before, if you hadn’t woken to find Shauna’s bed empty and cold after she’d left you in it for Jackie’s, you wouldn’t have suspected it from the way she acted then. The two of you had spent the hours in comfortable silence, something you always appreciated in Shauna, but still the question lingered in the back of your mind: is this when she tells you to stay away?

But still nothing. 

No call after about it, not even a text.

If you had to think about it, really think about it, you would say that you were just simply sad. You had thought your relationship with the two of them was serious enough to at least warrant that much, but it seems like neither of them valued it enough to straight out tell you about it. It’s not like you were ever exclusive, and they knew you must have seen them together. They’d just thought you were smart enough to put the pieces together yourself.

Show yourself to the door, as it were. Which was fine, you guess.

Shauna's idly stabbing her fork at her food, likely more out of the desire to stab something than any real desire to eat what's left of it. Her hand comes down hard, making her wince as the prongs scrape against the bottom of the plate. She puts the fork down quickly, fingers twitching all the while like it cost her something to distance herself from it. Still, she glances up and gives you a small smile all the same as she sees you reluctantly step forward after Jackie calls out for you. 

Shauna’s eyes narrow as she notices you hesitate, her gaze sharpening as she flicks her eyes up and down. There’s this look on her face like she’s daring you to do something–daring you to sit down, or not to, you’re not sure. It’s not like it matters. You couldn’t make any other choice when Jackie looks so happy to see you. Shauna softens after a moment, kicking at the chair legs in the seat in front of her to push it out for you. Her eyes track you as you move, an air of happiness at odds with that look she’d just given you.

You grip your plate tighter in response, plastering on a smile as you head straight into the lion's den. You'd hoped to avoid seeing them so obviously wrapped up in each other for a few more days, but it seems like you can't even eat lunch without getting tickets to the show. The worst part is you're not even hungry anymore, not after witnessing the way Jackie turns to whisper in Shauna’s ear and then swat at her shoulder in response to whatever a suddenly smug Shauna says back.

You feel sick. 

“So,” Jackie says, clapping her hands together as you sit down. 

You eye her warily as she continues. 

“I heard there's something we need to talk about.” 

Oh god, in the middle of the dining hall? 

“About what?” You ask, hoping your voice doesn't sound as shaky as it feels. 

Jackie laughs, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “So serious.” She draws out the s, one leg crossing over her knee as she leans forward to get a better look at you. “You look like I'm about to give you a ticket or something.” 

You relax at the familiar teasing, likely just as Jackie planned the whole time. 

“Shauna told me that you don't like that shirt I bought you.” 

You gasp, looking over accusingly at Shauna, who's preoccupied looking literally anywhere else. Her fingers tap rapidly against the edge of the table, more mocking than any genuine regret in her actions. Trusting her with that little tidbit was your fault anyway–anything told to one eventually made its way to the other–but you were counting on their argument lasting longer than it actually did. If they had gone on a few more days, she probably would have forgotten about it.

“Snitch,” you mutter under your breath, watching as Shauna's lip twitches. 

“I wish you would’ve told me you didn’t like it.” Jackie continues on as if you’ve never even spoken, her fingers fiddling absentmindedly with Shauna’s as she holds her hand on top of the table. She pauses, thinking it over for a moment before conceding, “It wouldn’t have mattered.”

You watch Shauna cough out of the corner of your vision, bringing her hand up to her mouth to cover up the way she wants to laugh. You want to fault her for it, but you know you’ve enjoyed watching her suffer under this particular brand of Jackie’s attention more than once. The knowledge doesn’t stop you from kicking at Shauna’s shin under the table.

Shauna gasps, her eyes lighting up as she glances under the table. She stretches her leg out slowly, testing for a bruise. The look that crosses her face is almost disappointment at the lack of one, up until you kick her again in the same spot. This time it’s hard enough to make her wince before a weird smile crosses her face.

Jackie looks between the two of you, Shauna’s apparent glee and your half-hearted glare, before deciding she doesn't want to get in the middle of that right now.

Jackie’s voice drops lower, almost conspiratorial. “You look good in it.” Her eyes rake over you, almost as if imagining you wearing it now. “But you could have told me.”

You hadn’t thought it was anything all that special in all honesty, but if it had Jackie looking at you like that just thinking about it, you would have to reconsider. Not that it mattered if Jackie found you attractive anymore, of course. That part of your relationship was in the past.

“Careful, Jax,” Shauna interjects, sharing a teasing glance with her. “You don’t want to start things you can’t finish.”

Jackie pouts at the reminder, reflexively glancing at the time on her phone.

“But I have time,” Shauna continues, leaning closer. “I think–” Jackie yanks her back without another word spoken.

Jackie snatches a fry off your plate, not even bothering to look ashamed as you catch her in the act. She winks at you as she pops it into her mouth, chewing happily as her eyes fall back to your plate. Her head turns to look around the room as she tries to feign disinterest, letting a happy noise leave her mouth as you slide your plate closer toward her. 

She reaches for another, only to frown when Shauna snatches it right out of her hand. The bottom third of her fry sits loosely between her fingers as she stares at it in shock, giving Shauna a betrayed look as she realizes what just happened. Raising it up between them, likely to complain about it, only for that to be snatched and swallowed by a smug-looking Shauna. 

“Shauna,” she complains. 

“Jackie,” Shauna mocks 

“Shauna.” More serious this time. 

You roll your eyes, grabbing a fry of your own as you watch them go back and forth. 

“It just tastes better when it's yours,” Shauna defends, tilting her head to rest against her palm. 

You try not to show how bitter the words make you feel all a sudden. It tastes better when it's yours. That sounds about right. 

Jackie gives up with an affectionate huff, just reaching for another as she suspiciously eyes Shauna's hands. Her face creases with concern as she looks at you, making you shift uncomfortably underneath her attention. 

“You look upset,” she accuses lightly.

Upset? You look upset. That would be half of it. You really thought that you could do it, that you could still be friends with the both of them after everything was finished. But the longer you spend with the two of them together, the less likely the idea sounds. Just Shauna on her own wasn’t that bad. Maybe if you found a way to just hang out with them separately from now on.

However unlikely that would be now that they were attached at the hip again.

“Just a paper that’s coming up,” you say with a weak shrug, taking a sip of your drink to avoid having to explain further. The words feel flimsy even as they leave your mouth, leaving you with a nagging feeling that you’ve misspoken somehow. Sure enough, Shauna confirms that one.

“You said you finished it yesterday.” Shauna sounds hurt, almost, having caught you in a lie. You try not to visibly react to that one, not having expected her to remember that little bit of information. Your mind races, scrambling for a way to recover.

“I just reread it last night, and I don’t think I’m quite finished with it. It seems sort of weak now that I’m looking at it.”

Shauna frowns, staring at you contemplatively before slowly nodding in acceptance. “I don’t think that’s true.”

You almost choke on your drink. The burn of liquid hitting the wrong spot in your throat makes your eyes water before she continues, “You’re a really good writer usually. How about I look it over?”

It’s a nice offer, surprisingly nice coming from her. It’s not that Shauna wasn’t usually nice, it’s that she usually saved it up for things more important than things like this for anyone who wasn’t Jackie. You could always count on Shauna to come get you from a party if something went bad, but it was a 50/50 chance whether she’d hold the door open for you or let it slam shut in your face.

The thought of Shauna Shipman, an English major whose second closest friend was a red pen, reading over your paper made you a little nauseous, but who were you to turn down such a generous offer when she looks so painfully earnest? You can already imagine the way her face would fall if you turned her down like that when she offered it up to you, the way she would pull away and get moody and insecure about the whole thing. You would just have to make sure to edit it a few more times before she remembers to ask for it again.

“That would be great,” you manage.

“It’s a date, then.”

“Wow,” Jackie says slowly. “Just wow. Save some for the rest of us, why don’t you?”

“What does that even mean?” Shauna asks, rolling her eyes.

“Nothing. It’s just–smart and gorgeous. How do you do it, Shipman?” Jackie prompts, pinching at Shauna’s cheek teasingly.

“Stop,” Shauna insists, trying to bat Jackie's hands away as her cheeks start to redden. “This is the same outfit I wore yesterday.”

“I know,” Jackie groans. “It’s honestly disgusting how you manage it.” She leans back in her chair, slowly sweeping Shauna up and down with her eyes.

“Tell her how pretty she looks,” Jackie insists, brushing some stray hairs out of her face to tuck them tenderly behind her ear. Her fingertips linger, thumb brushing across her cheek as they stare deeply into each other's eyes.

“You look really pretty, Shauna,” you say softly. You hate that you mean it still.

Jackie's not ever mean, not on purpose, anyhow, but this might just be the cruelest thing she's ever done to you. You look away, hands fiddling in your lap as you stare down at your chipped plate. You wonder idly how it happened, if it was dropped or thrown down, just to try to distract yourself from the scene in front of you. 

“You're going to be late,” Shauna says dryly, glancing up at the clock.

You're sure that it's true, but you also know from the way her blush is steadily creeping down her neck that she desperately wants this conversation to stop happening–in public, at least. Shauna didn't react quite as strongly to compliments as Jackie does. You're not sure her enthusiasm for them is even possible to meet, but there's no doubt in your mind that this little moment is going to make its way to her journal sooner or later. 

Jackie jumps up without even checking the time, just trusting that Shauna knows her schedule better than she does. One thing about Jackie Taylor is that she would never be accidentally late. If she shows up half an hour after something began, that was completely on purpose. You've watched her sit around fully dressed for twenty minutes in order to be fashionably late. 

As Shauna stands up to follow her out, you leave as well, happy for the excuse to get away from this conversation. Shauna looks a little confused, hesitantly taking a step back to grab her things from the back of her chair. You wince at the realization. Shauna was just going to hug her goodbye or something equally as disgusting. Well, don't you look like an asshole.

It's too late to take it back now, awkwardly following a step behind them as you step outside. Shauna's still watching you like she's trying to figure you out. A puzzle that she's missing pieces for. You rub absently at your arms, trying to brace yourself against the chill. 

“Oh, you're cold?” Shauna asks dryly. She pulls the jacket she has folded over her arm open and wraps it over your shoulders. The same one you'd left on her bedroom floor the last time you'd been there. 

You start to protest, wanting to take it off in a pathetic attempt to distance yourself from what you so badly wanted, but Jackie just tuts. She reaches forward, pinching the collar of her jacket between her thumb and forefinger as she adjusts the way it sits on your shoulders.

“There,” she says simply. “Don’t you just look so good in Shauna’s clothes.”

It’s not a question, even though the words could be interpreted as one. You nod hesitantly, confused at how pleased Jackie seems at the answer.

Whatever. Jackie was just weird sometimes.

…

You sigh as you lean back against the couch, wishing you had been able to come up with another excuse to avoid going out tonight. 

You’ve managed to effectively avoid them the last three days with excuses and tales of upcoming exams and deadlines, but it wasn’t enough to stop Jackie from insisting you come out with them Friday night. Telling them that you would just meet them there seemed like a good idea at the time, as there wasn’t any real intention on your part of showing up. A text half an hour after they left about not feeling well would have solved the whole issue. But a knock on your door from an irritated Shauna five minutes before you should have left quelled that plan before it even began.

Now you get to sit next to them on a couch with suspicious-looking stains that Shauna had glared the previous occupants out of at some house party you hadn’t cared to know the location of as Jackie sat across Shauna’s lap next to you. 

Jackie’s leg brushes against yours occasionally, accidentally at first but seeming to grow more and more purposeful as the night goes on. It’s not like you hadn’t noticed how short her skirt was before she started pressing bare skin against you, but it certainly wasn’t helping you to forget. You wanted to move further away, anything to stop the way your eyes kept wanting to wander, but the seat next to you was taken by some guy who looked far too old to be here. Better just to suffer the vision that was Jackie Taylor dressing up for attention.

She’s certainly got it from Shauna, who keeps glancing around the room to stare down anyone who dares to give Jackie more than a passing glance. It’s a miracle you’ve managed to make it through so much of the night already without finding yourself on the receiving end, but you’re willing to take wins wherever you can get them. The thought of having to deal with Shauna’s withering stare and likely Jackie’s look of pity at the same time was enough to have you considering throwing yourself in front of a bus.

You’re surprised Jackie managed to make it out of their dorm dressed like that, in all honesty. Not that Shauna would tell her what to wear, but the way Shauna’s hands have been wandering carefully along her upper thigh for the last hour, Jackie must’ve had to beat her off with a stick to make it out the door. It’s not like you can blame her: you’re certainly guilty of feeling Jackie up when you probably shouldn’t. Jackie never seems to mind, always reveling in the attention–in the way every shift of her legs draws your attention back even as you try to feign otherwise.

“Do I have to beg, Shauna?” Jackie grumbles finally. 

“Beg?” Shauna questions, digging her thumb into the muscle of her thigh hard enough to make Jackie squirm.

 “Are you going to make me beg you to touch me?” There's a certain bite to her words that makes you wonder if begging might be what she really wants. “Y/N–”

You stand up suddenly, wanting to be anywhere else but here. The last thing you need to deal with right now is being dragged into the middle of that conversation. No way.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jackie calls, her voice rising in frustration. She seems genuinely upset at your retreat and more than a little confused by the suddenness of it all. 

Shauna’s hand drops down to Jackie’s knee immediately, her lazy confidence quickly turning to irritation that’s barely hidden behind a tight smile. She looks at you with a sharpness that almost feels like a warning. A warning to what, is the question. Does she want you not to leave? Does she want you to leave quicker? You could never really know with her.

It’s the same way she looks whenever Jackie starts to get particularly bossy. Something bubbling up just under the surface that she isn’t sure how to put words to, but is more than aware of how it pisses her off. You already dread what Shauna’s going to say when she inevitably blows up about this.

She has a certain way about her when she gets angry enough, an unease in the air that permeates every step she takes. Words will spill out of her lips that she doesn’t mean but can never take back. There’s only been one time you managed to get her that mad at you, back when you first met and you pushed a little too hard about her relationship with Jackie, and you had lived to regret it. There wasn’t a single part of you that wanted to do that again, not when you have such an obvious wound for her to jump on.

If the two of them have decided not to tell you directly that they’re ending things with you, you can only imagine how on edge that’s making Shauna. Shauna wasn’t one to share anything that she felt was hers and hers alone, and Jackie was a prime example of that. Jackie was hers in a way that bordered on obsession and often crossed the mark entirely, and any threat to that is usually dealt with posthaste. The fact that you were still receiving invitations from either of them, let alone both, seems like a miracle.

“I just remembered my drink is empty,” you say quickly, stumbling over yourself in your eagerness to get away from this particular line of thought. Old habits die hard, after all.

You still remember the last time you made a quick exit like this, back when everything felt simpler. It was only a few weeks ago, but it feels like so much longer now. Maybe you can look back at this and laugh in a few months, but right now you just want to get away.

Shauna tries to stand up immediately, like she’s going to chase after you as you make your way out, but Jackie just shakes her head and holds on tighter as she leans closer to whisper in her ear. You can see them having a whispered conversation as they press their heads together, Shauna’s hand waving in the air as if she’s trying to argue her way free.

Good. You’d hate to interrupt their time together.

Turning away, you make your way around the house toward the door, planning on just making your way back to your place on your own. Only–

“Hey!” A voice calls out, drawing your attention. It sounds vaguely familiar, which has your head turning even as you dismiss it as calling out for someone else. 

An eager face stares back at you, framed by loose blonde hair and waving dramatically enough that you can be sure she’s had a few more cups than you tonight. You grin despite yourself at the sight, letting yourself be called over by your lab partner as any thought of leaving slips from your head.

It’s not that you were particularly interested in her. She wasn’t really your type. In any other situation you wouldn’t have even let the thought cross your mind. But she was interested in you and was none too subtle about it. It could be nice being chased for once, as the way her chest heaves as she breathes tells you she rushed through the party to catch you before you got out. You could appreciate the simplicity of the situation with everything those girls have been putting you through recently.

“You weren’t leaving, were you?” She asks, trying to casually put herself between you and the door. That’s a question she already has the answer to before she even asked, but there’s something about the blatant manipulation of it all that has you stepping back from the door where you were clearly about to leave.

“Not when I have such good company.” You extend the invitation easily, no doubt in your mind that she’s going to jump on the opportunity. She’s been flirting with you all semester, but you haven’t thought to entertain her before now. It’s probably an asshole move to do it tonight of all nights, when you’re more than aware you’re only allowing it because of how upset they’ve made you, but you don’t think she would mind all that much.

Her interest in you doesn’t seem all that serious, and she hasn’t cared at all to learn anything substantial about you in the time you’ve spent together. Not your favorite movie, not the way you prefer your coffee, not the songs you like to hum under your breath. Honestly, that was a relief right now. You're not in the mood to start sharing again, not with her. 

You haven't bothered to learn much about her either. Not even her major. It all felt forgettable when compared to Jackie and Shauna, but here you were. 

What you have noticed is the way her eyes wander and the way she seems to size you up whenever she catches sight of you. Her eyes were brown, but they were unremarkable. Nothing like the brown of Shauna’s eyes. They weren’t something that you could get lost staring into. They weren’t eyes that betray her emotions no matter how she manages to play off her expression. 

They were just eyes.

You need something simple right now, something that doesn't make you feel complicated. Just eyes were perfect. 

It doesn't take much out of you to vaguely listen along as she speaks, letting her lean closer and closer with the excuse of not being able to hear you over the music. 

Shauna wouldn't play nearly this subtly if she were interested in you, not the way this girl is. It was something you liked about Shauna, the way she just goes for things she wants like it's no big deal–unless it's Jackie, of course. Shauna likes to just grab you when she really wants your attention, hand fisting in the collar of your shirt as she tugs you to her level. 

The thought distracts you long enough that you don't even notice the figure storming through the crowd until she grabs you by the arm and starts to drag you away. You stutter out a goodbye to the girl watching you in a mix of shock and something else entirely, but before you can get anything substantial out, Shauna presses her hand across her mouth to cut you off. 

Shauna just scoffs when you lick the inside of her palm, hoping the ick factor would be enough for her to let you go as she pulls you through the door. 

“Really?” She spits. “I've been inside you.”

Which is far more effective at shutting you up than her hand ever was, making your face flush as your eyes dart to the ground. Finally she lets you, taking a few steps back to really let you see the full force of her glare. 

Oh. 

She's pissed. 

“I thought you were getting a drink,” Shauna says stiffly, her back straight and her shoulders stiff. Her jaw clenches, her eyes darting away before coming back. 

You’re confused, a guilty feeling rising in your chest as you take her in. As much as she tries to play it off as anger, she’s undeniably sad.

Slowly the feeling turns to anger and something close to resentment. Just because she didn’t want you anymore than no one else could either, huh? Typical Shauna. 

“I wasn't thirsty,” you say flatly, crossing your arms across your chest to mirror hers. It takes a concentrated effort to meet her eyes when she looks this angry at you, but you've got some tough feelings about the whole thing yourself. 

“Certainly looked like it,” she bites back. 

“What's that supposed to mean?”

Shauna smirks, a cruelty to it that goes straight through you. “What's it sound like?”

“It sounds like you're jealous, Shauna. Though I can't imagine why.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” The genuine confusion in her voice startles you, your arms dropping from their defensive position to sit against your side.

“Look,” you say finally. “I’m not a mind reader, Shauna. If you’ve got something you want to say to me, just say it. I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s going on with the two of you/”

“With the two of you?” Shauna repeats, her voice quieter and unsure.

“Yeah, you and Jackie.”

“Me and… Jackie?” Shauna asks slowly. The stiff posture she’s been holding crumbles as she tilts her head to the side in confusion.

“The two of you got together and didn’t even bother to tell me. What was I supposed to do, Shauna? Just sit here and watch as you rub it in my face? Would that be better for you?”

“Are you–are you fucking serious?” Shauna asks. “Oh my God, you are. You’re an idiot. I’m dating two idiots.”

“Two?” You ask weakly. They already got another girlfriend? That just wasn’t fair.

“Oh my God, it’s you. We didn’t get together behind your back. Why would you even think that? What? Me and Jackie just started dating, and then I meet you to study platonically the next day like you didn’t just eat me out?”

“...Well, it sounds kind of stupid when you put it that way.”

“It sounds kind of stupid when you put it any way. Did you not think you were dating either of us this whole time?”

“Should I have?”

But before Shauna can answer, a voice comes calling out from a few feet away.

“You were going to leave without me?” Jackie asks, a hint of a pout forming before she notices how serious the two of you look. “What are you doing outside? I thought you were bringing her back.”

She looks unsure as she glances between the two of you, hesitant in a way you know she doesn't like feeling. Jackie thrives in a familiar environment when she knows exactly what to do and when to do it. She hadn't been counting on this, and it shows. 

“Your girlfriend was chatting up other girls,” Shauna says dryly.

Jackie whirls around, a look of utter betrayal on her face. “What?”

“Yeah, apparently we started dating and dumped her to the curb. News to me.”

Jackie’s jaw drops, glancing between the two of you like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“You thought we just, what–moved on?”

Jackie sputters angrily, continuing, “I-I sent you pictures the other day.” 

“You said Oops, I meant those for Shauna!” You stress. 

“There was a winky face right after! I was wearing your shirt!”

“Why would you even say that then?”

“I was trying to make you jealous,” Jackie says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. She has this way of making you feel so stupid. It's maddening. 

“Congrats, then.” 

“Yeah, but like jealous in a hot way. Not in a flirting with other girls way–” 

“Oh my God,” Shauna mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looks around the yard, cringing when she notices the three of you are turning some heads. 

“You never said anything,” you defend weakly, feeling like the dumbest person in the entire world.

“We thought it was obvious,” Jackie says quietly.

“Well, it wasn’t.”

“To you, maybe. I felt it was pretty clear,” Shauna quips, feigning a wince as Jackie slaps at her arm. Jackie watches you closely for a minute before sighing. You think she’s about to say something nice, something about how it wasn’t really your fault.

“What's her name?” Jackie asks, arms crossed as her fingers tap against her arms. 

Of course not.

You pause, taking a moment to think it over. “There's a J in there somewhere,” you muse. 

“You don't even know her name?” Jackie asks, trying too hard to seem offended. The knowledge seems to take weight off her shoulders, letting her stand a little taller. All the better to stare you down with all the severity of a disappointed principal. 

You’re not recovering from this one any time soon.

[kiyawritesforf1]

Flirting in the Fast Lane

Pairing : Max Verstappen x shy!reader

Words : 2k

When they first met, she had no idea how her life would change. Max was bold, outgoing, and had this way of making people feel both nervous and excited. He was the kind of guy who thrived in the spotlight, and it wasn’t long before they found themselves together—despite her hesitations. It had started off as casual, but it didn’t take long before they were inseparable. Max, with his usual charm, had swept her off her feet in ways she never thought possible. He found her shyness endearing, and it wasn’t long before he decided to tease her whenever he got the chance.

The other drivers knew about their relationship, and they often saw Max making little comments that would leave Y/N blushing and flustered. At first, she had hoped it was just a one-time thing, but Max’s playful flirting became a regular part of their dynamic—and it never failed to make her heart race.

The Media Moment:

It was a race weekend, and the media was buzzing. The drivers were all gathered for a press conference, and Y/N was sitting in the front row, trying to stay as quiet and unobtrusive as possible. Max was sitting a few seats away, his usual confident posture in place, but his eyes kept flicking toward her. He couldn’t resist. He leaned in just enough for only her to hear him.

“You look beautiful today, babe,” he whispered, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

Y/N’s face immediately turned crimson. She tried to keep it together, not wanting anyone to notice how flustered she was. But Max, being Max, wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I-I’m fine, Max,” she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Max raised an eyebrow, his voice loud enough for the other drivers to hear, “Are you sure? You’re looking extra gorgeous today. Are you trying to steal my attention from everyone else?”

The other drivers turned toward them, noticing the subtle interaction. George Russell, who was sitting next to Max, smirked knowingly.

“Max, can you ever be serious?” George teased, his eyes flicking between the couple.

Y/N’s face turned even redder, her hands fumbling nervously in her lap. “M-Max! D-don’t do this here,” she whispered, her words practically tumbling over each other.

Max’s grin only grew wider. “You know I can’t help myself when you look this good.”

At that moment, Lando Norris, who had been listening intently, let out a soft laugh. “I think it’s cute. Max never holds back.”

“You’re embarrassing her, mate,” Daniel Ricciardo added, a wide grin on his face.

Y/N couldn’t even look at anyone anymore. She buried her face in her hands, wishing she could disappear. The teasing continued, but Max's playful smile never faltered. He was having far too much fun.

The Paddock Tease:

Later that day, after the practice session, Max and Y/N found themselves in the paddock, the sounds of the crowd and the whir of pit crews in the background. The sun was starting to dip, casting a warm glow over everything. Y/N was busy checking some details on her phone about the team’s strategy and race-day preparations, but she couldn’t help but notice Max walking toward her, a playful grin on his face.

Max was never one to let a moment slip by without having some fun. As he neared her, he stopped, looking at her with exaggerated interest.

“You know, you’ve been distracting me all day, Y/N,” he said, leaning in just enough for only her to hear, but his voice was loud enough for a few nearby drivers to overhear. “I can't concentrate when you look this good.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, the warmth of her cheeks quickly spreading. “M-Max! Don’t start here,” she stammered, immediately glancing around to see if anyone had heard.

Max smiled, clearly enjoying her flustered reaction. “I can’t help it. You’re just too cute for your own good,” he teased, his voice growing louder, making sure the drivers in the area could catch every word.

As expected, Lando Norris was nearby and had clearly heard everything. With a smirk, he called out, “Max, you’re really shameless, you know that? You’re making everyone uncomfortable, especially Y/N.”

Max just shrugged, unfazed. “She loves it,” he said, winking at Y/N.

The other drivers nearby, including George Russell and Daniel Ricciardo, all exchanged knowing glances. They couldn’t help but laugh at Max’s antics, but also at how Y/N turned even more red every time he did this.

Y/N tried to keep it together but failed miserably as she awkwardly shuffled her feet. “M-Max, please…” she murmured, wishing for a hole to open up and swallow her whole.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” Max said, stepping closer, but before he could say anything else, Daniel Ricciardo walked by with a big grin.

“Max, seriously, you’re going to make her blush so hard that it might start affecting the team’s performance,” Daniel joked, his voice light and teasing.

Y/N let out a small, nervous laugh, her hands instinctively covering her face as she looked at the ground. “I-I’m fine, really,” she stuttered, trying to regain some composure.

“Sure you are,” Lando said with a laugh. “You’re just trying to hide that adorable blush of yours.”

Max couldn’t contain his grin, and neither could Y/N—despite her embarrassment. It had become almost a routine, this playful back-and-forth. Max’s teasing was relentless, but she couldn’t help but appreciate the way he made her smile through the discomfort.

“I’ll let you off the hook for now,” Max said, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “But only because you look too cute when you’re all flustered.”

Y/N could feel the heat on her cheeks, but as Max walked away, she couldn’t help but shake her head, laughing quietly at the ridiculousness of it all. It was just another day in the life with Max Verstappen.

The Race Day Tease:

The next morning was race day, and the energy was electric. Y/N and Max were in the paddock, getting ready for the day. Max was as confident as ever, but when he saw Y/N standing by the car, her focus on adjusting the gear and making sure everything was in place, he couldn't help himself.

He walked up to her, his voice low enough for only her to hear, “I think you might be distracting me from the race, you know.”

Y/N blinked, her heart racing as she looked up at him. “What do you mean?” she stuttered, completely confused.

Max flashed that teasing grin of his. “Every time I see you, it’s hard to focus. You’re too distracting.”

Y/N's face flushed instantly. “Max, please,” she whispered, the words practically slipping out of her mouth.

The other drivers, who had overheard Max’s comment, all turned toward them. George Russell, who was nearby, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You’re making it hard for her to concentrate, Max. Maybe you should keep it down a bit?”

“Ah, don’t worry, George,” Max said, still looking at Y/N. “I can’t help it. She’s too cute when she’s all flustered.”

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and she tried to step back, but Max followed her, not letting up for a second. “Stop it, Max. I’ll never hear the end of it if everyone keeps teasing me,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Max chuckled and finally pulled away, but not before giving her one last lingering look. “You know you love it,” he said with a wink.

Lando, who had been watching the entire exchange, shook his head. “Max, you’re just too much sometimes. But I can’t say I blame you. She’s definitely worth all that teasing.”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from giggling nervously. The teasing never seemed to stop, but somehow, she was starting to get used to it—at least a little bit.

The After-Race Moment:

It was after the race, and Max had just finished his interviews. He was walking back to the paddock, and Y/N was standing by his car, waiting for him. When he approached, he grinned, clearly proud of his performance.

“You were amazing out there,” Y/N said, her voice soft but full of admiration.

Max raised an eyebrow. “Just amazing? I thought you’d have a better compliment than that,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at her lips. “You were perfect, as always,” she said, trying to stay composed.

Max stepped closer, his eyes softening for a moment. “You know, you’re the one who makes all of this worth it. I can’t wait to get home and celebrate with you.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, but before she could respond, Lando walked by with a grin.

“Max, you’re really laying it on thick today, aren’t you?” he teased, giving Y/N a wink. “I think she’s about to melt in front of you.”

Y/N’s face turned beet red again, and she couldn’t stop herself from looking down in embarrassment. Max, however, just laughed and shrugged.

“Can’t help it, mate,” he said, looking back at Y/N. “I’ll always do whatever it takes to make her smile.

[remuslupinslittleslut]

No, like this

Anon asked: I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot. maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.

And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333

Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn

Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.

You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.

James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”

He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.

James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.

“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”

It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.

Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.

“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.

He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.

His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”

It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.

You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”

Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.

Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.

And then… nothing.

When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”

Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.

“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.

Tagged: @remussbitch

[xtra7s]

𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 (𝗪𝗟𝗪) ──── 𝘙𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Synopsis: Renee and Y/N got casted as lovers in a new show

Content: Renee Rapp x Fem!Reader, G!P!Renee, penatration sex, alcohol

Word Count: 1.5k

masterlist | part 2

In the bustling city of Los Angeles, two talented individuals were about to embark on a thrilling journey that would forever change their lives. Renee Rapp, a celebrated popstar and actor, was known for her enchanting performances that captivated audiences worldwide. Y/N, a rising starlet, had recently made a name for herself with her remarkable acting skills.

Fate had brought them together unexpectedly as they were cast as co-stars in a groundbreaking lesbian show, “Unveiling Hearts.” The series aimed to celebrate diverse love stories and break barriers, resonating deeply with a very gay fanbase.

From the moment they met during the first script reading, sparks flew between Renee and Y/N. However, their connection wasn’t just limited to their on-screen chemistry. They both sensed an undeniable tension that lingered beneath the surface, threatening to unravel even the most composed of scenes.

As the filming progressed, the tension between the two actresses grew more palpable. Their characters’ love story mirrored the intensity of their own hidden desires, making it increasingly challenging to distinguish fiction from reality. The lines between acting and genuine emotions began to blur.

One evening, after a particularly intense scene, Renee invited Y/N to her trailer to practice a moment they were about to film the next day. The air was thick with unspoken desires as they found themselves slightly drunk on boxed wine, alone in the intimate space. The trailer’s dim lighting and the sound of raindrops against the windows added to the charged atmosphere.

The soft hum of distant music filled the air as they settled onto a plush couch, both feeling a subtle excitement hanging in the atmosphere.

The two had been practicing for quite some time, deciding to chill out for a bit. However, there was an unspoken tension lingering between them. A connection that had subtly shifted, leaving a delicate anticipation in its wake.

As they sat side by side, Renee couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. The gentle flicker of the candles played on Y/N's face, casting a soft glow that highlighted their features. Renee's heart raced as she felt a magnetic pull towards Y/N, a longing that had been building over time.

Y/N, sensing the shift in the air, turned to meet Renee's gaze. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt as if the world around them had faded away. The conversation paused, replaced by a silent understanding that something was about to change.

Renee's hand found its way to Y/N's, fingers intertwining as they shared a shy smile. The touch sent a wave of warmth through both of them, breaking down the barriers that had kept their feelings hidden.

The room seemed to shrink as they inched closer, drawn by an invisible force. Renee's hot breathe lingering on Y/Ns lips, creating a delicate dance of shared anticipation. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the unspoken promise of something beautiful.

And then, with a soft and genuine tenderness, their lips met. It was a gentle kiss, filled with the unspoken emotions that had lingered between them for so long. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the sweetness of that shared connection.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and their inhibitions melted away. Their bodies moved in sync, fueled by a passion that had long been suppressed.

The initial kiss ignited a spark between Renee and Y/N, and as they pulled away, there was a shared, unspoken agreement that they both wanted more. The atmosphere in the room shifted, charged with a newfound intensity that neither of them could ignore.

Without breaking eye contact, Renee cupped Y/N's face with a gentle touch, her thumb tracing soft circles on Y/N's cheek. Y/N reciprocated by running their fingers through Renee's hair, a silent encouragement that spoke volumes. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and desire as they closed the gap between them once again.

Their second kiss was more rough, a testament to the emotions that had been building up between them. Lips moved in sync, exploring the uncharted territory of each other's mouths. It was a dance of passion and vulnerability, a language only they understood.

Renee's heart raced, feeling the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against hers. The couch beneath them became a haven, a place where time seemed to slow down as they lost themselves in the shared rhythm of their kisses. The soft sounds of their breaths, the gentle sighs, and the occasional quiet giggle filled the room.

As the intensity of their embrace deepened, Renee's hands traced the contours of Y/N's back, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. Y/N, in turn, explored the landscape of Renee's shoulders, fingers dancing delicately along her skin. Every touch communicated a depth of connection that went beyond mere physicality.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they continued their intimate exchange, wrapped up in the blissful cocoon of their shared affection. Time became irrelevant as they surrendered to the magnetic pull drawing them closer.

Y/N's hand rested on top of Renee's thigh, squeezing gently before slowly sliding upward towards her inner thigh. Their fingers traced delicate circles around the hem of her shorts, teasingly brushing against her sensitive skin. Renee bit her lower lip nervously, squirming slightly in anticipation of what was coming next.

"Are you sure about this?" she whispered out, her voice trembling with uncertainty mixed with excitement. Y/N nodded reassuringly, their thumb rubbing circles on the exposed flesh above her knee.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," Y/N replied confidently, her eyes locked onto hers. Their lips crashed together hungrily, tongues dancing wildly in each other's mouths as they became more bold in their movements. Their hands roamed freely over each other's bodies, exploring every curve and dip until finally, Y/N reached beneath Renee's shirt and pushed it upwards, exposing her boobs to the cool air.

Renee gasped softly as Y/N cupped one breast in her palm, massaging it gently while sucking on her neck and chest. Her nipples hardened instantly under the attention, standing erect and begging for more stimulation. Y/N's fingers fumbled with the clasp holding her bra in place, finally freeing both breasts from their confines. They began to knead and tweak them roughly, causing Renee to arch her back into the touch.

"Oh fuck, Y/N" she moaned, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Renee's hands found their way beneath Y/N's tank top, running upwards along their torso until reaching her navel. She circled it slowly at first, savoring the sensation of skin on skin before working her way upwards to cup Y/N's breasts as well.

Their bodies continued to move together rhythmically, their hips grinding against each other in sync with their passionate kisses. Y/N's hand reached down between them, her hand leading between Renee's thigh. With a grin against Renee's lips, She pushed her hand under Renee's shorts, gasping into Renee's mouth when she feels her hard cock and the precum covering the tip.

"Is this all for me, pretty?"

Y/N worked off Renee's shorts and boxers, taking off the rest of her clothes after Renee. Between Renee's legs, Her erect member rubbing against Y/Ns thigh as she sits on Renee's lap. "Tell me you want this too," Renee panted, her breath hot against her ear lobe.

"Please, Renee" Y/N managed to choke out as she kisses Y/N, her voice hoarse with desire. Renee kissed Y/N passionately, "Tell me if you want to stop" She whispers, before slowly pushing inside Y/N, sinking inside of her and stretching her out to fit her cock. Y/N moaned out in both pain and pleasure as Renee continued to move deeper inside her, filling every inch of her up.

Once fully inside, Renee began to thrust her hips rhythmically, hitting all the right spots within Y/N's body. Their hips rocked in unison, generating a wet slapping sound that reverberated throughout the room. Their bodies were now covered in sweat, evidence of their intense fucking.

Y/N gripped onto Renee's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into their skin as she struggled to find a stable place to put her hands amidst the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. Her moans turned into high-pitched whimpers as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, leaving Y/N's body shaking uncontrollably.

Renee, also feeling her own climax rapidly approaching, picked up the pace, thrusting faster and harder than before. Their breathing became more labored, their bodies slapping against each other in sync with each powerful thrust.

Y/N leaned up, kissing Renee sloppily as she pounds into her, "I'm close... I'm cumming..." Renee moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. At the same time, Y/N yelled out her own release, her juices coating both of them liberally. Renee pulled out, cumming on Y/N's thigh as they continued to move together until their orgasms subsided, panting heavily as they came down from their shared high.

Finally, they collapsed on top of each other, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and fluids. "you're something special," Renee smiled, leaning up as she left soft kisses on Y/N's neck, smiling up at her as they held each other.

[dwaekkicidal]

Day 7

˚ʚKim Seungmin x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 7 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is exhibitionism with Seungmin ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, nicknames used: pup & pretty (girl), exhibitionism, fingering, squirting mentions, rough sex, (1) hair pull, mention of partner sharing at the end

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: i lowkey wrote this with max in mind LMFAO posting this a little early just for funsies :3 <3

Read the other days here!

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Your head spins as the fingers inside you speed up. Seungmin’s free hand held your thigh open, giving the younger boy in the room the perfect view of his fingers working you open. Said younger boy was a few feet from you, kneeling on the bed and closely watching every move his best friend did to you.

“You have to curve them upwards towards her belly button. There’s a spot there that feels reaaal good.” Jeongin watches with red cheeks as the older boy’s arm flexes and your moans suddenly become pitched. “If you do it enough, some girls will even squirt.”

You faintly see him push down on the pillow in his lap, probably due to the squelching noises from between your legs getting even louder. It’s obvious that he’s hard given the situation, but he’s so shy about it that he can’t bring himself to let either of you see just yet. So, instead, he just nods quietly and continues to stare where the now three fingers enter you over and over again.

“M-Minnie…” He shushes you and places a kiss on your cheek, smiling at the way your legs tremble. “Yeah? You’re close, pretty girl?” You moan out a pathetic ‘uh-huh’ and both boys shiver, feeling themselves get even harder in their shorts. Your boyfriend doubles his efforts, angling his wrist so that his fingers constantly rub over your g-spot as he scissors them against your walls. “Cum for us baby. Show Jeongin-ah how pretty you are when you cum.” 

Jeongin moans lowly at the mention of his name but forces his eyes open to watch your body shake. As you start to cum, free legs manage to close over Seungmin’s hands and slow his efforts almost to a complete stop. Jeongin panics and shoots his hand out, tightly grabbing the fat of both of your thighs and spreading you wide. “F-Fuck, please don’t. I want to see everything. You look so hot...” He watches with parted lips as you squeeze tightly around your boyfriend's fingers and throw your head back.

He fixes his posture and pins your leg to your chest as you cum more, moaning so prettily for them. Seungmin’s fingers slow as he rides out your high until he eventually pulls them out. He teasingly runs his soaked fingers over your clit, making you moan and push his hand away in sensitivity. He laughs and pulls you into a kiss, completely removing his hand from between your legs.

While you two slowly make out, Jeongin stares at your pussy in awe, watching the way you glisten from your cum and clench around nothing. He subconsciously licks his lips and tries to hide the action from you guys, but Seungmin has already seen it. After a few seconds of letting you breathe, Seungmin nudges you to open your eyes. When you do, you're met with the sight of him shoving his fingers into Jeongin’s mouth, the younger boy’s eyes fluttering closed as he sucks the digits.

Seungmin chuckles at the both of you: the way you moan loudly at his best friend licking your cum from his fingers and the way his best friend licked those same fingers until they were completely clean, not letting a single drop go to waste. He pulls his fingers out and grabs your shoulder, moving you to a new position.

“Next lesson.”

He’d been fucking into you slowly for the last few minutes in missionary, teaching Jeongin about slow lovemaking. It was vital! If he was gonna help Jeongin learn in-depth about sex and pleasuring somebody, he wanted to show the boy every possibility. But he also knew all too well that it wasn’t enough for you, so he quickly changed the ‘topic’ of the lesson to rough fucking. Which led to your current position: bent over almost completely folded.

He has you doggy style with a hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your face and chest shoved in the sheets. His hips never let up once as he choked out pointers to Jeongin. You stopped paying attention the second he sped up, so you can’t be bothered to chip in or listen to what he’s telling the boy.

Not like you’re given the chance to anyway. Not when a hand slips into your hair, tangling its fingers between the strands to pull you up. The hand on your back moves to your hip while the other puts your drooling face on display for Jeongin. Seungmin knows you’re close and he takes advantage of it.

This whole situation wasn’t just about teaching Jeongin how to please a girl like you all had agreed on. As egotistical as it might be, it was also an excuse for him to show off to the younger boy. Showing him how well he could fuck you and get you creaming around him while the others were still single.

And he did so wrapping his pretty, still damp, fingers around your throat and squeezing until you tightened around him. He speeds up his thrusts, growling against your temple as he pounds into you. “C’mon, pup. Be a good girl and cum for us again, okay?” Jeongin’s dick twitches and he slaps a hand over his mouth to hold back a moan. He watches you nod, looking up at your boyfriend with teary eyes as the two of you hold an unreadable gaze with each other. One that only lasts for a few seconds before both of his hands move to your waist, pushing you back into the mattress and holding you down as he tears your pussy up.

You cum very shortly after, squeezing around him tightly and triggering his orgasm. Seungmin groans and cums inside of you, riding out both of your highs with sharp and slow, but still rough, thrusts. When he finally pulls out, your hole is clenching around nothing and dripping with your combined releases. Seungmin pulls Jeongin closer, allowing him a better angle to see you. He even lets the boy stick a finger against your folds only to push his cum back inside. Your legs squeeze together and you whine when Jeongin's fingers ghost over your folds, over your clit, then slowly up your tummy.

“Ayen’s turn. Right, pretty?”

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08

@grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog @jabmastersupriseee

[candy69gurl]

It's me I wanted to ask a student!Gojo x Student!reader,male x male,they are hidden in the basketball room or like changing room? were Gojo does an handjob at the reader and then when the reader cum Gojo is to worked up so he needs to fuck him?

Idk it's my first time asking yaoi so..umm thanks in advance

REALIZATION

PAIRING heart-throb Gojo Satoru x quiet shy boy (yaoi)

WARNING male x male, closet sex, dirty talks, handjob, cock rubbing, fingering, loss of virginity, anal, neck kissing, nipple play, cum on face, then some flulff and assuration (Red flag Gojo turns Green flag)

It's quite a sight, isn't it?

Everywhere he goes on campus, he's bombarded with screams, cheers, and catcalls from his adoring fans. The popularity, the attention, the admiration—he's practically swimming in it. It's a given: Gojo Satoru, the living, breathing epitome of Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College's ideal man, with his chiseled jawline, snow-white hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean on a clear summer day.

He's the golden boy of Tokyo Metropolitan Technical College, with a reputation that precedes him wherever he goes. Popular among both genders, and known to be quite the flirt, Satoru basks in the attention showered upon him by every student, acquaintance, and stranger alike. He's got a knack for getting his way, and he doesn't shy away from using his charm, wit, and skills to get what he desires.

And then there's the little matter of his romantic escapades.

Perhaps it's the thrill of the chase, or maybe just his insatiable curiosity, but one thing's for sure: Satoru never stays with a partner for long. He's the epitome of a commitment-phobe, moving from one girl to another, leaving a trail of broken hearts and bewildered faces in his wake.

It's become a running joke among his peers, the way he changes girlfriends as frequently as some people change underwears, LOL. But hey, it's all part of his charm, right?

For Satoru, variety is the spice of life, and he's determined to enjoy every flavor. He's not one to settle down with just one person, nor does he want to. In his eyes, the grass always seems greener on the other side, and he's more than eager to explore every blade.

But beneath his carefree facade and playboy lifestyle, there's a secret he's yet to reveal.

Amidst the chaos of his love life, there's a quiet, shy boy who's been nursing a secret crush on a girl—let's not say the name—for what feels like forever. She, however, has eyes only for Satoru.

But Satoru, as per usual, seems oblivious to this hidden affliction. He's too busy bask in his own world of popularity and admiration to notice the quiet boy's silent pining or the girl's unrequited love. He's a master of selective perception, focusing only on those who actively throw themselves at his feet. Little does he know, there's a hidden story unfolding right under his nose, one that could potentially shake his world.

One day, a new twist unfolds in the campus drama. A lottery determines that Satoru and the quiet, unassuming boy are to be paired up for a group project. Uproar and disappointment ripple through the halls, especially among the swooning fans who had hoped for a chance with Satoru.

The quiet boy, on the other hand, is a mix of surprise and confusion. He didn't expect to be paired with the campus heartthrob, the one his crush has been crushing on. Nonetheless, he remains silent, he does not want any drama in his life. He hopes to complete the project all by himself and add Gojo's name on it too.

Despite the disappointment all around, Satoru has another plan. He wants to befriend the quiet boy, not letting him carry the entire workload alone.

His interest in this new companion is more than just courtesy. He sees potential in the quiet, unassuming soul, and he wants to break through the shell of shyness and hesitation. He believes in teamwork, and he wants to show the quiet boy that they can make a great team together.

"Hey, buddy. No need for you to do all the hard work yourself, huh? Let's make a plan, and we'll make this project a piece of cake. So wait for me after school ends ,kay?"

The quiet boy nods uneasily, he hates to be the centre of attention, but whenever Satoru is talking to him or trying to him, everybody gives him a dirty look. Of course they are jealous, why this guy?

On hearing the news, the girl with a crush on the quiet boy rushes to him, her eyes wide with excitement and hope. "Is it true? Are you really working with Satoru?" she asks, desperation in her voice.

The quiet boy nods blushing furiously. "Please, please help me," she pleads, her eyes full of pleading. "I'll meet you outside the girls' changing room later today. I need to talk to you."

The quiet boy, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, can't help but nod again avoiding eye contact.

But, as he agrees to meet his crush, he remembers the promise he made to Satoru. He recalls how Satoru told him to wait after school, but he can't shake the feeling that the busy, popular guy might forget or run late.

His heart tugs between loyalty and desire, Should I wait for Satoru first? Or should I stick to my promise with my crush? he wonders.

In the end, he chooses to wait for his crush, hoping beyond hope that his decision won't backfire.

After school, the quiet boy nervously waits at the designated spot, his heart pounding like a drum. He is earlier than usual he does not want to miss his chance with his dreamgirl. His anxiety heightens as a group of girls, the same ones who gave him dirty looks earlier, walks towards his direction. Panic surges through him, and he decides to hide near the locker room, peeking from the doorway.

As the girls pass by without incident, he breathes a sigh of relief. While the quiet boy nervously waits for his crush, Satoru is diligently keeping his word. He searches the school corridors until he spots the boy hiding near the "girls" changing room. Suspicion flares in Satoru's mind, and he approaches the mysterious rendezvous.

"Oooh, boy, what are you doing here?" Satoru teases, his voice filled with mischief. The quiet boy's heart jumps, caught in the act.

"P-please .. forgive me, I-I" he looks up to see Satoru with his cheeky smile, he lets out a sigh, "Oh.. you scared me"

"Why are you here? I told you to wait for me after school, so why you-.. Oh so are you trying to do some naughty thing here?" Gojo smirks.

"N-no.. I am n-" he is stopped by the sound of footsteps echoing and growing closer.

Just in time, Satoru pulls the boy into a small closet, the space barely fitting their bodies. They listen as the girls enter the room and the quiet boy's heart leaps as he hears the voice of his crush.

They're hidden, but the close quarters send a thrill through the boy. He can feel Satoru's warmth and hear his shallow breaths, his heart pounding in sync. This unexpected intimacy leaves the quiet boy even more flustered than before.

"It's all your fault, Satoru!" he whispers, his face burning with embarrassment, but Satoru chuckles softly, the dimple in his cheek deepening. "Hey, you were the one hiding in here first" he retorts playfully.

Then, their whispers are cut short by the familiar voice of the crush. "Oh, I hear Satoru's voice" she says, disappointment evident in her tone. Her friend pipes up, "Yeah, yeah, you always hear his voice"

The quiet boy's heart sinks as he hears his crush speaking. His only crush continues, her words leaving little to the imagination. "You don't know, I touch myself to thoughts of Satoru, I want him to fuck me, so hard and fast..." She trails off, adding more explicit details.

Satoru's laughter vibrates against the boy's back, his grip tightening ever so slightly. "What a down bad person" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. The boy feels heat spreading across his face, both from the words and the situation.

Despite the embarrassment, the quiet boy can't deny the effect his crush's words have on him. His body responds, betraying him as he gets hard, brushing against Satoru's hand in the cramped space.

Satoru's laughter dies down, replaced by a low hum of appreciation. "Well, well, someone seems to be enjoying her horny imagination" he says, his voice a seductive rumble. The boy freezes, not sure how to react to this new turn of events. "Tell me do you have a crush on her" he teases.

Satoru does not know why but his hands move without warning, wrapping around the boy's suddenly hardened cock. It's a bold move, and the quiet boy is shocked. He's never even masturbated before, so he quickly covers his mouth to stifle any noise.

This unexpected touch startles and excites him, his breath hitching. Satoru's hands are warm and skilled, moving in a rhythm that sends shivers down the boy's spine. Despite the unusual situation, the quiet boy can't help but lean into the touch.

Satoru continues to tease the boy, his voice thick with amusement. "Imagining fucking her, huh? You're already leaking" he mocks, his fingers slipping beneath the boy's waistband with ease.

The quiet boy's breath hitches as Satoru's warm fingers brush against his most intimate place, his cheeks burning. He never imagined this would happen, but there's no denying the sensation is electrifying. He can't help but wonder how it would feel to be touched like this by his crush. His mind races with thoughts of what could be, his body responding to the taboo experience.

Satoru's fingers glide against him, and the boy bites down hard on his lip to suppress a moan. "But.. she can't make you feel the same way I do" he whispers into his ear, his voice husky and full of promise.

The boy's heart races, his breaths coming faster. He's never experienced anything like this before. He lets out a small moan, tears coming out of his as he is reaching his peak.

Satoru grips his cock tightly helping him to reach his best orgasm, but the boy lets out a loud whimper,

Outside the closet, the girls start whispering, discussing the sound they just heard. "Did you hear that?" his crush asks nervously, concern creeping into her tone.

Satoru reacts instinctively, pressing his lips against the boy's to muffle any further noise.

Their lips touch, soft yet firm, as Satoru continues to pump the boy to completion. The quiet boy's mind fills with a jumble of emotions - shock, arousal, and gratitude. He could taste the sweetness of Satoru's mouth, the connection sending sparks through him.

In this moment, the boy forgets about his all-ever wished girl, lost in the unexpected intimacy with Satoru. The pressure builds within him, the release imminent.

Satoru's kiss is brief, but potent. His lips move swiftly, breaking away just in time to allow the boy to let out a muffled gasp as he reaches his climax. Sweat drips down the quiet boy's forehead, his legs trembling as he comes.

As the aftershocks subside, Satoru pulls away, as the boy catches his breath, he hears his crush's friend snicker. "You're even hearing Satoru moaning, huh?" She teases, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Satoru pulls away, adjusting his clothes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He turns to the quiet boy, his eyes filled with a mix of mischief and warmth. "Did you like it?" he asks, a challenge in his voice.

The guy says nothing, he is too busy in getting over with the effects of the orgams. It's his first time after all.

Satoru listens carefully, hearing the footsteps fade. So he swings the door open, only for the poor boy to lose his balance and fall to the floor.

The quiet boy lies on the floor, his face flushed and sweaty, a testament to the intense experience they just shared. He's a sight to behold, tempting and vulnerable. His limp cock, covered in cum and nestled between his legs, is a clear sign of what just happened.

Satoru swallows hard, his erection straining against his pants at the sight before him. This feeling is unfamiliar, overwhelming. He's never felt this way for anyone, especially not for a boy. The thought that he could be attracted to a guy is foreign, yet undeniable.

Unable to hold back, Satoru unzips himself, his cock springing free. He approaches the boy, his heart pounding in his chest. He kneels before him, captivated by the sight of his cum-covered cock.

Slowly, he takes the boy's soft, sticky member into his hand, his own throbbing erection brushing against it. Satoru can't explain what's happening, but he feels an irresistible urge to claim this boy...

The quiet boy looks up at him, his eyes wide and filled with confusion and desire. He doesn't understand what's happening, but there's no denying the pull between them.

"What are you doing?!" he says in surprise, as Gojo keeps stroking himself against him.

"I want to fuck you" he confesses, his voice hoarse. The boy's eyes widen, shock etching across his features. "Are you crazy? I'm not gay!" he protests.

Satoru meets his gaze, his own eyes filled with sincerity. "Neither am I" he admits, his voice shaking slightly. "But I've never felt like this before. Please, I'll make you feel good."

The quiet boy takes a moment to process Satoru's words. He's never been with a guy before, let alone someone as confident and experienced as Satoru. But there's something in those blue eyes that makes him hesitate, something undeniably earnest.

He swallows hard, glancing down at their hard cocks. "I... I don't know" he murmurs, uncertainty creeping into his voice. "I... I'm not sure if I'm ready for this."

"Let me prepare you" Satoru says softly, his voice steady despite the nervousness echoing through the room. He pulls the boy closer, their bodies brushing intimately.

With gentle deftness, Satoru helps the quiet boy remove the rest of his pants, revealing his enticing ass. He can't help but swallow hard, desire coursing through him.

Reaching out, Satoru lubes his finger with his saliva and gently inserts a finger into the boy's tight entrance. The quiet boy gasps, his body tensing. He winces, the sensation foreign and unexpectedly pleasurable. He lets out a faint whimper, his dick hardening despite the confusion swirling in his mind. This sensation is new, foreign, yet undeniably good.

Satoru adds another finger, his movements slow and deliberate. The boy's eyes flutter shut, his body trembling under Satoru's touch. He's never felt like this before, overwhelmed by emotions and sensations.

"It's okay" Satoru whispers, his voice a soothing balm. "Just trust me."

He adds another finger, his touch steady and reassuring. The quiet boy takes deep breaths, trying to process the barrage of sensations assaulting him. His cock pulses in his hand, hard and eager.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Satoru asks, his voice laced with quiet triumph. "I promise, I'll make this good for you."

The quiet boy nods, his face flushed and breathless. Despite the confusion, he can't deny the pleasure coursing through him. Satoru's fingers inside him feel strange, yet exhilarating.

"Feels... strange," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But...."

Satoru smiles, his fingers never pausing. He can feel the boy's body slowly relaxing, yielding to his touch. "Just relax, alright? You're doing great."

With a gentle tug, Satoru removes his fingers, the quiet boy's body protesting the loss. But before he can register what's happening, Satoru positions himself between his legs.

Their eyes meet, filled with anticipation and apprehension. With a slow, measured thrust, Satoru enters the boy, his cock sliding smoothly into his tight heat. The quiet boy gasps, his eyes widening in surprise.

Satoru's movements are slow and gentle, his thrusts deliberate. With every stroke, the quiet boy feels a rush of pleasurable sensations. He's never been with a guy before, let alone someone as skilled as Satoru.

"How does it feel?" Satoru asks, his voice husky. The quiet boy bites his lip, his heart pounding. "Unlike anything I've ever felt" he admits, his voice soft.

Satoru nods, his movements slow and gentle. His hands reach up, wrapping around the boy's cock. He strokes it in time with his thrusts, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Mghh~" the boy moans, his face reddening in heat. He can't believe he's enjoying this, enjoying Satoru's touch. His entire body trembling under the dual stimulation. The sensations are overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and vulnerability.

Embarrassment floods him, his face flushing bright red. He covers his face with a hand, hiding his reaction from Satoru.

Satoru chuckles softly, his thrusts growing more forceful. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

Satoru trails kisses down the quiet boy's neck, his tongue tracing delicate paths. With his other hand, he reaches inside the boy's shirt, his fingers brushing over his nipple. The boy jolts, a sharp gasp escaping him.

Unable to control his response, he cums, his walls tightening around Satoru's cock.

Satoru groans, his thrusts growing frantic. The quiet boy's reaction fuels his own desire, sending sparks of desire through him.

"Fuck" he breathes out, his voice rough. He slows his thrusts, letting the quiet boy ride out his orgasm. The boy's cum spills over his hand, the sight sending a shiver down Satoru's spine.

His grip on the boy's nipple tightens, his thumb rubbing it in a circular motion. The boy arches, his body trembling under Satoru's touch. "You feel so good" Satoru whispers, his voice thick with desire. "So tight, so warm" he groans, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I can't... I can't take it anymore."

He picks up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. The quiet boy's eyes widen, his body arching with each thrust. His skin glistens with sweat, the room filled with the sounds of their passion.

With a final thrust, Satoru pulls out, the quiet boy gasping for air. His body trembles, still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.

Satoru grips the back of the boy's head, guiding it towards his cock. The quiet boy hesitates, but then closes his eyes, bracing himself. Satoru's release pulses onto his face, hot and sticky. He opens his eyes, a look of surprise crossing his features. Satoru watches, his breath hitched, the boy's face painted with his cum.

Satoru kisses the quiet boy's forehead, gentle and tender. "Your crush wants me, but I want you" he confesses, his voice low. "And don't worry, I'll make our thing public. What do you say? Will you be mine?"

The boy's face is still red, his eyes wide. He thinks for a moment, hesitating. "But what if people—" Satoru cuts him off, placing a finger on his lips. "I don't care about people" Satoru interjects, his voice firm, "I only want you." He looks into the boy's eyes, filled with sincerity and desire. "I want everyone to know you're mine. I want everyone to see what we share, to see how special you are to me."

The boy swallows, his confusion evident. "You really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Satoru smiles, his eyes shining.

"More than you'll ever know" he promises, his hand cupping the boy's cheek. His heart swells, feeling a sense of pride and joy. This boy, so quiet and innocent, has captured his heart in a way no one else has.

"We'll make it work, alright?" he continues, his gaze steady. "We'll face the world together, hand in hand. I'll protect you, I'll cherish you, and I'll love you until the end of time."

The next day, the quiet boy and Satoru walk through the halls, hand in hand. The sight catches everyone off guard, from girls to boys, jaws dropping in shock. The boy's ex-crush, caught off guard, stares in disbelief.

Satoru doesn't miss a beat. He looks around, his voice ringing with confidence. "Yes, he is my boyfriend" he announces, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The whispers start, a ripple of shock spreading through the school. Satoru feels the eyes on them, but he doesn't let it bother him. He's made his choice, and he's not backing down.

"Don't worry" he tells the quiet boy, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "They'll get used to it. They'll see that we're happy, that we belong together."

The quiet boy looks up at him, a mix of fear and hope in his eyes. "What if they don't?" he asks, his voice low. Satoru chuckles, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. "They'll have to" he replies with a confident smirk. "I'm not the type of person you cross, remember?"

The quiet boy swallows, his heart racing. "But what if they... make fun of us?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Satoru leans in, whispering in his ear.

"We'll show them what we have," Satoru repeats, his voice low and firm. "We'll be stronger together than any rumor or gossip. We'll prove to them that love knows no bounds, that our connection is real and powerful."

The quiet boy takes a deep breath, his grip on Satoru's hand tightening. "Okay," he says, his voice barely audible. "I trust you, Gojo."

Satoru smiles, his heart swelling with warmth. "That's my good boy" he kisses the top of the boy's head, while everyone watches them from confusion to awe.

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FATHERHOOD pt.1

TW: anakin being a dad; this part is shorter, prepare for sec part that is wayy longer, also I purposely haven't named the child, basing on the assumption that it could be easier to read (just feel free to name him however you want)

Being a dad was one of Anakin's favorite jobs, but also the most exhausting one. Yet, he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. He loved taking care of his little buddy, watching time slip through his fingers and witnessing his growth each day.

Despite this, there was an odd ache in his chest. It was a mix of pride and a sharp feeling of acknowledgment that his son was growing. Each new chapter brought different responsibilities, but also required letting go of those he once had, which he shockingly found missing

However, Anakin tried not to overthink it too much. Growing was a natural part of a human life, and it was something that happened all the time. He had no power to change it, and honestly, he preferred it that way. A little..just a tiny bit

His parenting methods were.. unusual to say the least. He often acted silly with his little boy, engaging in all sorts of playful activities together. In addition, Anakin pretended to understand the toddler's gibberish language, often having one-sided conversations that left others baffled. He claimed he understood his son perfectly and jokingly suggested that you should take some serious baby-talk classes.

Anakin, being a Force-sensitive individual, also didn't shy away from using his powers to entertain his son. For example, when the child would demand his attention while Anakin was relaxing on the couch, longing for the toddler's nap time to arrive so he could catch a break or spend some quality time with you, he would lift him off the ground with the use of the Force, eliciting giggles and shrieks from the child.

As time went on, you began to notice how Anakin and your son had become a dynamic duo. They shared similar facial expressions, curly locks, and identical blue eyes. Their father-son bond was truly a heartwarming sight.

Anakin had a charming habit of buying clothes that matched not just his and the boy's outfits, but also yours. This was particularly noticeable during Halloween;

You couldn't help but giggle as Anakin stepped into the kitchen. A smile spread across your face as you set your eyes on him, carrying the little boy on his hip.

Anakin was dressed as Linguini from Ratatouille, while the toddler adorably donned a Remy costume. His chubby cheeks puffed up as he clung to his father, making the sight irresistibly charming. It was, without a doubt, the cutest thing you had ever seen today

"What do you think? Pretty adorable, right?" Anakin asked, a proud smile lighting up his face.

You pointed to the little one, a playful tone in your voice. "Him? Absolutely."

Anakin feigned offense, narrowing his brows. "Hey, hey, hey... what about me? I put some serious effort into this costume, you know," he protested.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his expression. "You're both cute," you reassured him with a grin.

Anakin smiled, his eyes showing a hint of satisfaction at your confession. His hand gently gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. He paused for a moment, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just cute? Not unbelievably charming and irresistible?" he asked, feigning mock offense.

A huge smile spread across your face as you replied, "Whatever you want to hear."

Anakin chuckled, his sly smirk growing wider as his gaze moved to your lips. "Oh, I know exactly what I want to hear," he stated, a hint of arrogance in his tone. "I want to hear you say that I look insanely handsome, irresistible, and devastatingly attractive in my Linguini costume."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful retort slipping past your lips. "Someone's a bit too full of themselves," you commented, unable to hide a smile. Meanwhile, your little son wriggled in Anakin's arms, reaching out to playfully pull on his curly locks.

"Ow, Remy," Anakin winced as the small boy's tiny hand tugged at his hair. He gently pried the little limb away. "Now, c'mon," he continued, a smirk still lingering. "If you're too shy to admit the truth, then at least wear this." With that, he produced a neatly folded costume, holding it up for you to see.

"No, Ani, I have to—" you began to protest, but he swiftly cut you off, his expression firm and unrelenting.

"No buts," he asserted. "You're coming with us, sweetheart. That's final. I'm not taking no for an answer. We're going out as a family, and that includes you." He held up the costume "We need you, Colette."

You sighed in defeat, but a small smile tugged at your lips. "Fine..."

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part 2 of 19 of kinktober: medical checkup

nurse kenjaku x reader

plot: something’s a little bit off about your doctor’s appointment… — themes: mildly dubious consent, f!reader, forced orgasms, sensual yapping — w.c: ~1.3k

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You were supposed to be getting a regular old check up, or at least that’s what you were expecting when you first walked into the doctor’s office.

However, something in the air didn’t feel quite right and then your vision soon blurred, quickly dimming your senses into sinking darkness. By the time you had finally come back around—something had changed—but what exactly?

Your eyes squinted at the harsh overhead lamps; blinding you into forced wakefulness and revealing a somewhat familiar silhouette looming over you, their features ever so slightly obscured.

“No way,” you scoffed in realisation, attempting to sit up in an attempt to strangle the guy and yet, finding that you weren’t able to do so at all due to being entirely strapped in, “what are you doing here?”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the buzzing ambience but their arrogant demeanour could never be hidden away for too long. Stepping forward, Kenjaku revealed themselves, flashing you a beaming grin. “That obvious was I? Worry not, I’ll be sure to find out what’s really wrong with you.”

You sulked in response as you helplessly writhed around, trying again and again to free yourself from the restraints. “It’s just a yearly check up—“

“—ah, ah, ah,” they half scoffed, eyeing you up and down. “You really thought that I would allow for you to be checked up by someone else in that sort of way? Think again. Just call me doctor, or nurse, or whatever helps make it easier~”

“Never mind that… what are you even wearing?” you jabbed, finally noticing their attire. It seemed to be an old fashioned nurse’s uniform, tightly fitted over their vessel’s broad shoulders.

Kenjaku simply leaned forward, the buttons of the straining shirt threatening to pop right off and potentially blind you. Their voice was laced with endearing mockery and the hum in their tone betraying no doubt that they enjoyed teasing you, “Oh this? Don’t worry about that. I just wanted to make the whole experience more fun and dare I say… realistic? You know, I actually used to work as a doctor a couple of centuries ago, so I am technically more than qualified to check you over. The times haven’t changed that dramatically, surely?”

“Well…” you trailed off, suddenly feeling uneasy.

Kenjaku rolled their eyes, waving off your concerns with the flick of their hand. “Don’t give me that look, it’ll be fine. Trust me, why don’t you? Besides, I’m not one to shy away from a good challenge in the name of research. Together, may we both find out what’s potentially troubling you.”

Once again feeling nervous, you couldn’t help but wonder what potential horrors awaited you. “Ch-challenge…? What are you planning now, you perverted fossil?”

Snorting at your remark, they rummaged through a duffel bag they had waiting by the door. They then pulled out a ball gag before securing it over your protesting mouth, clipping some of your hair into the buckled leather straps.

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” they teasingly murmured, “just a diagnosis of sorts, nothing too… invasive…”

The emphasis on the last word betrayed their attested promise, leading you to believe that they in fact were actually planning something dubious instead. You tried to tell them off some more, but your words could only come out as hopeless, muffled grunts. Such a display of desperately scolding protest only made them laugh even more, as though finding your helplessly fretting state to be amusing.

Quickly adopting a serious attitude however, they prodded and poked at your incapacitated body with clinical precision. With careful ease, they flicked and tweezed at your protruding nipples through the thin fabric of your top, causing your eyes to narrow in rising annoyance. Kenjaku paid you no mind however as they appeared to be deep in thought, scribbling away some nonsense onto an empty clipboard.

With a series of whirring hums and oohs and aahs, they swept their hands all around the your body, soon reaching just below your lower legs, testing just how responsive you were when teased at your somewhere a touch more sensitive.

“My professional diagnosis is…” they purred, trailing off his words into a grand announcement, “…that you, my dear, are stressed. The good news is that I’m selflessly going to help you release all of that tension, like a good doctor-nurse should.”

You sighed, steeling yourself for whatever that could possibly mean even though you had a good idea. “And the bad news?”

They shrugged. “That you don’t have a choice in the matter, but you knew that already, didn’t you?”

Rolling your eyes, you supposed that this was better than the time they tried to make you wear the shock collar, so perhaps this would go better.

Wasting no time, Kenjaku snaked their hand down to your heat, their warm fingers trailing around your tender skin. Despite your initial protest, your lips gasped out a rasping moan as the pleasure built. Their thumb pressed into your clit harder, producing soft whines from your quivering lips.

“Who’s the real pervert here, anyway?” they asked you, slipping two fingers into your slick hole, pumping them at a languid pace before curling them against the roof of your cunt, kneading just hard enough to push painfully against your pelvic bone.

“Y-you, clearly,” you gasped, writhing slightly under their pressuring touch. It wasn’t excruciating, but the discomfort wasn’t pleasant either.

They tilted their head slightly off to the side, momentarily letting the sharp light hit directly at your unprepared eyes. “You anticipated it though, that’s on you—not me,” they were quick to point out, sliding a free hand over to your thigh and squeezing it in their clamping grasp. The ache was dull, arousing a pleading cry to roll off your tongue.

They smiled as they watched you squirm under the inflicted soreness before angling themselves back to blocking out the light out again. “Admit that you like this for once, why don’t you?”

The longer the words hung in the air, the harder they squeezed, causing your body to recoil in flinching complaint. Your hands sprawled over the armrests as your fingers cinched hard over the plastic.

Finally, you admitted it, giving into what they wanted, “Fine, I—I like it.”

They sucked at their teeth, pressing harder. “So reluctant. Let’s try that again.”

“I like it,” you replied with more confidence that time.

“Better,” Kenjaku praised, easing the pressure off your body. They then resumed their pleasuring motions, running skilled circles over your now swollen clit. “You’ll come for me like a good pet, won't you?”

You nodded this time with a needy blushing expression; your hair draping over your face as the sweat dampened it. With a whimpering hum, your body squirmed around despite your incapacitated state in an attempt to urge him to continue.

“I will,” you promised.

With a pleased smile, Kenjaku continued to smooth rushed circles over the bud, watching with fascinated eyes as your body (involuntarily at this point) reacted to their pleasuring touch. Your legs shook violently against the confines, the friction rubbing raw against your exposed flesh. It didn’t take too long after your promise for the anticipated rising tension to build and bloom and finally settle after reaching your peak.

In rapid, ragged spurs, your body convulsed as they finally brought you into much sought after release, letting you recover for a moment before at long, long last unstrapping you.

Still flustered and hazy, you were momentarily surprised that they weren’t just leaving you there.

Kenjaku, noticing your confusion, simply just shrugged once more. “What? I’m not going to leave you here. Besides, I have further plans with you for when we get back,” they explained, helping you stand upright, “now, come along before they figure out that we’re up to no good in here…”

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt 21

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: our final chapter! thank you so much for reading this series. will be now working on jenson's fic and maybe an about you special chapter if you folks like that??? hehe enjoy

About You Series

2019, Suzuka Circuit

Mark watched the couple have a table for themselves. The body language alone could talk about how delighted Sebastian was and how comfortable Y/N is back in his presence. He smiled as he sips his cup of coffee.

"Uncle Mark, who is the pretty girl?" Margarette asked.

The little girl didn't stop asking question after recognizing Y/N as the girl who saved her from getting lost in Singapore. It took a lot of begging for her to part ways with Y/N so she could talk to Sebastian privately. Mark smiles thinking how Sebastian doesn't seem to be the only Vettel that Y/N charmed now.

"My sister and your Papa's..." Mark answers and he debates how to answer Sebastian's relationship with Y/N "bestfriend, your Papa's bestfriend"

Margarette's eyes widened in surprise, "if that is Papa's bestfriend then why don't I see her a lot?"

"Its complicated"Mark sips his coffee again to hide his nervousness.

"Compwicayed?"

The confused look in her face seems to signal to Mark that its the first time that she encountered the word. Mark tried to wrack his mind a way to explain the situation to the kid.

"You'll get it when you get older"Mark assures.

"But Y/N should come visit me more often if he is Papa's bestfriend" Margarette insists.

"I sure hope so"

Back at the other table, the conversation seems to be more quiet as if they were both not sure which part should they talk about first. After so many years of waiting for each other, they just felt speechless because this moment seems unreal. Sebastian feels like any second now, the alarm would ring and everything will fade away.

"All those years? You were just here in Japan?"Sebastian could not believe it.

She nods with a shy smile on her face.

"The community is well nice here. A good rehab to help me walk again. People here respects privacy" she enumerates.

"And since when did you start walking again?"

"I think spring of 2017"Y/N recalls "It was not easy to walk again and it really was more of a mental strength issue.."

Her right hand fiddles with the necklace, a habit that she never outgrew. Sebastian finds comfort that there may be some changes in her life but she is still the same old girl that he met years ago.

His eyes trailed at the pendant on the necklace and that's when Sebastian noticed the familiar piece.

"You kept it?"

"Why would I throw it away?" she asked

"I thought you hated me" Sebastian knew that he deserves to be hated for everything he said that night.

"And I thought you hated me"she rebuts.

The driver immediately shakes his head sideways. There is a higher chance that he would hate himself before hating Y/N. It was frankly impossible for Y/N to do anything to make him hate her.

"I searched for you ever since I went back to my senses that I said some hurtful things that I didn't mean that night" Sebastian held her free hand.

The feeling of holding her hand again just felt right.

"I wanted to hold your hand again and we will go to your rehab sessions. I wanted to pick you up when you fall. I wanted to cheer you on when you take your steps again. But I wasn't there because my stupid words created a wedge between us" he continues.

There were tears on her eyes. Sebastian doesn't know it but she remembers all those times where she suffered alone. She didn't have anyone, just strangers or staffs in the hospitals. Maybe she have tried to imagine Sebastian being there for her as well during that time.

"But I'm not going to let you walk alone again, I'm here to stay. I promised myself to be a better man when you come back so you don't have to leave again. I promised that while you rebuild yourself, I will also do that so that when the time comes and we meet again, we can get a shot at this." Sebastian's words were determined and sincere.

Y/N looks at him hopefully. However, her eyes found the figure of little Margarette and remember the dilemma that she may put her through.

"What about Hana and..." she whispers "Margarette?"

"We're coparenting and Hana has long moved on with a guy in Switzerland name is Connor and they are pretty serious" Sebastian updates.

She nods in understanding.

"But Margarette, I can't let go of her" Sebastian admits "She is my world ever since we got seperated"

This time, Y/N's hand other hand found its way on top of Sebastian's. It was like a gentle way of her assuring that she wouldn't ask for that.

"I would never ask to seperate the two of you" she states "if you would have me then I would like to not just get to know you again but get to know Margarette as well"

It brings tears of happiness in Sebastian's eyes. It was like everything was finally falling back to places. Even if it took so long to happen, he was so glad that it was happening.

"We'll be okay?"

And Y/N nods.

2019, Interlagos

F1Gossips In a surprise turn of events, Sebastian Vettel reunites with Y/N Webber as they arrive together for media day

User11 MY PARENTS!!!!

User7 everybody stay calm, whats the procedure!!! User8 no one is calm, we have prayed for this for years

User9 they look so happy

User18 ikr, even if seb has a bad car, he smiles like he is a world champion here User17 and lets talk about how i was so happy to see Y/N again

User81 was there! and i saw her and i couldnt believe my eyes!

User5 she is so brave and she is so strong. we hope she feels the warm support

Webber Returns for an Australian driver

The paddock was buzzing with excitement as news spread around the return of the infamous Y/N Webber to the public eye. After disappearing for several years, she walks to the free practice of Interlagos with a rising australian driver, Oscar Piastri.

She confirms in an interview that she will be back to work with her brother Mark, who is currently Piastri's manager. After the successful win of Piastri in Eurocup last October, Y/N announced Piastri is now moving up to Formula 3 in 2020. The reason for their presence in Interlagos is purely out of the invitation of the Renault garage but she states its a way to motivate Piastri to find his direction.

"It won't be difficult to move Oscar up. I definitely think that in a few years or so then he would be competing here in Interlagos with the rest of the Formula 1 drivers" states Y/N.

When asked about her personal life, Y/N redirects focus towards Piastri's growing career. However, the clear joy from some of the old drivers have been evident with her return. Lewis Hamilton described that "it was nice to have an old friend back in the paddock" and Y/N has been photographed with the Mercedes driver together with Scuderia Ferrari's Sebastian Vettel in several free practice pictures.

2019, Yas Marina Circuit

When Sebastian called asking that he needs help and he sent a location for a very expensive jewelry shop, Mark almost had a heart attack. He probably broke all the speed limits just to get to the store at a records time and prepared his fist to strangle the German driver.

"Where is that piece of shit?" he shouts as he opens the door.

A startled Sebastian rises from one of the waiting area chairs.

"Do you have to be so angry?" Sebastian complained.

Mark tried his best to calm himself down. Thinking happy thoughts and world peace before he says his next few words.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Mark asked slowly "Why are you buying a ring?"

It was now Sebastian's turn to look at Mark as if he was crazy. Mark just kept his harsh glare towards Sebastian and it was like they were transported to those years when they were crashing with each other in Red Bull.

"Did you get her pregnant? I swear to God sebastian, I'm going to kill you right here and right now" Mark threatens.

"What? No!"

"Then why the hell are you buying a ring?"

"Because I love her"

Suddenly the buzzing of the shop suddenly goes quiet with the declaration of love of Sebastian. Mark's glare softened with the realization that maybe he overreacted and overthinked the whole thing.

"You thought" Sebastian catches on "That I'm proposing because I got her pregnant? Do you really think I will just marry her out of obligation?"

"Hey, its my job as a brother to overthink that all men are never good enough for my sister" Mark defended himself.

Sebastian shakes his head in disbelief

"Just help me pick out, I need your opinion because maybe the stuffs she liked changed over time" Sebastian went back to the original dilemma that he called Mark for.

Laid out in front of them were different cuts of diamonds in different designs. Sebastian was torn whether to pick something simple stone or should it be an extravagant as a marquise.

"They told me that I should give her something heirloom since its just an engagement ring but then I told them I already gave them that ring years before as a promise so this has to be different..."

While Sebastian is ranting, Mark was trying his best not to show emotions. He was reeling back to moments of a younger Y/N who wished to have her very own prince charming and now here she was about to be swept away by his former teammate.

"The oval one with the pretty blue diamonds all over it"Mark pointed out.

"Yeah, that was like the necklace I gave her for her birthday" Sebastian picks it up delicately "You think she will like it?"

"She would love it"

"Okay please ring this up and charge me" Sebastian instructs one of the sales assistant present.

Mark couldn't believe what was happening. A part of him was overjoyed to be included in the ring picking but there was this other part that knows that he will have to give her away.

"I thought you two are taking things slow?" Mark wondered.

"That we are but I just want to be ready" Sebastian agrees.

"Ready?"

Sebastian runs a hand over his hair, a sheepish smile on his face. It was the same kind of smile that he has whenever he talks about Y/N. Mark doesn't know how he missed it all these years.

"We waited for each other to be better version of ourselves. We gave each other time and now we meet again. We have some catch up to do and so but after that I feel like its just a few months before we level up this relationship" Sebastian explains.

Mark nods in understanding

"I'm really serious about her, Mark. I know I have been very stupid before but I have grown and I have learned. I'm not hurting her or even losing her ever again"

There was something that made Mark resign and give him the complete sign of approval. He knows how much Y/N have also loved Sebastian and maybe it was about time for Y/N to make her own family with him.

"Just take good care of her, she deserves good things"

"That's what I intend to promise her when I marry her" Sebastian assures.

2020, Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

A group of drivers were huddled up in a room and they were all engaged in a very serious conversation. One may think that this was a grid meeting but it seems like it was all centered to the whiteboard with the messy writing "how will Seb propose?".

Sebastian was actually quite desperate to ask help and initially he sent the message to the groupchat he had with Charles and Mick. However, he wasn't particularly tech savvy so it was sent to the grid group chat.

With everyone finding out the information, everyone is pitching in their ideas.

"I know, you should set up a picnic and then propose to her while eating" Daniel suggested.

"And then a bee or a wasp will invade their space and it will ruin the whole thing" Kimi countered.

"What about a stargazing" Charles pitched in "And then you get this telescope and then she looks at it then you get on one knee and when she looks back at you she is surprised"

"That's actually a good idea" the room murmurs in agreement.

"But what if there are no stars?" Sebastian worriedly asked.

So there goes the stargazing idea scratched out in the perfect proposal plan.

"Just propose to her at a Grand Prix" Lewis suggested "We're always in a Grand Prix"

"But its too much attention and I'm sure they want this to be intimate" the young Max Verstappen voiced out.

"But isn't it romantic to have a grand gesture at the place where their love story revolved?" Carlos backed up Lewis' suggestion.

The Red Bull driver shrugged in response.

"I think the best way of proposing would be in your flat or when you are feeling domestic, its a moment for you two and its going to give you a more real speech without all the fanfares and pressure" Max explained.

Charles shakes his head violently.

"No, you see this is why romance is dead." Charles argues.

The whole room was chaotic and ideas were pitched left and right. Sebastian felt like banging his head to the table but the heaviness of the box in his pocket is much more heavier.

"I still can't believe you didn't try to propose during the holidays" George exclaimed "That would have been perfect and no fuss at all"

"He tried to but then he got food poisoning during Christmas and flights got cancelled for New Year" Mick retells the unfortunate story.

"Maybe its the universe way of telling you that its not the right time"Sergio joked.

It immediately earned him a kick for his chair from Charles and Mick.

"We have waited for this for years so don't jinx it" Charles whined.

Their whole meeting was interrupted by a knock, a steward announced that the testing will commence in 10 minutes so they should be back to their garages.

"Don't worry Seb, we will help you out on this" Kimi patted his former teammate's back.

"Consider my suggestion" Max insists.

2020, somewhere in Japan

Usually its already halfway through the season already but June rolls in without any races. The whole world seems to stop because of the pandemic and its something very frustrating for most. However, here in Japan, Sebastian and Y/N were locked down since March and somehow they are enjoying the domesticity of life.

"Isn't it my shift today to cook?" Sebastian asked as he saunters to the kitchen.

The smell of a freshly cooked breakfast made him smile. He is still getting used how lucky he was that he gets to wake up with this kind of view.

"It was but you had a long round of meetings last night so I figured I'll do the cooking today" Y/N smiled.

Sebastian hugs her from behind and clings to her as she cooks.

"How was your meeting last night?"she wonders.

"Ehh could have been an email" Sebastian shrugs "And maybe I need to get back in shape to race for July"

Worry flashes across her face and it was not missed by Sebastian. She knows how much he misses racing but she wanted him healthy and safe.

"July, isn't that too soon? Is it safe?" she questioned.

"Relax" Sebastian assures "They are making sure that they are going to lessen the risk and the crowds. Its still up for negotiation"

"I supposed if Formula 1 is coming back then maybe Formula 3 is also going to follow soon" she sighs.

"Our vacation is ending" Sebastian jokes.

Y/N turns off the stove and faces Sebastian. She returns his embrace and stayed in that hug as if a bubble protecting her from whatever is happening in the outside world.

"I just want to stay like this forever" she mutters.

She knows its quite an awful statement. Some people have a hard time and they have to go back to their old lives soon. However, for the two of them, it was the break and the catching up that they needed.

Little did she know, these past few months seem to be Sebastian's vision of the future. It was something that perhaps what he looks forward to retirement.

"We can stay like this forever" Sebastian agrees "Just domestic life, farming, cooking, reading"

"I still have to work for Oscar" she reminds.

"Then you can work for Oscar and then we will be following you around" Sebastian smiles.

"What?" she laughs "You mean to tell me you won't be racing?"

It feels weird for Sebastian to reach that realization that he may have to retire some time soon. He loved what he did but he thinks its time for him to take on a new role and just enjoy life in a slower pace.

"I wanna quit racing and I wanna marry you" Sebastian finally makes the statement.

Y/N looks at him as if he misspoke something but Sebastian pulls out the box. He carries it everywhere with him just incase he decides its the perfect time to propose. He has been carrying it with him ever since this pandemic started because it was only during that time that he realized that moments are fleeting. If the opportunity exist then go and seize it.

Maybe this isn't in a fancy place to ask for marriage or maybe its not too publicized but this is the moment he has been waiting for. He would be a total idiot to lose it again.

"You are the love of my life that I have waited for a very long time now" Sebastian goes down on his knees and opening box "I have already achieved a lot of stuffs and won my fair share of championship or podiums. I achieved most of my dreams already and now I want to focus on my dreams of spending life with you. If you would have me then I would like more peaceful mornings like this one. I want to be that person that you come home after a long day at work. I want you and Margarette in those spontaneous grocery trips or the midnight snacks. I see you being a part of my life for as long as I live so if you will have me then I promise to be the best husband you could ask for"

The whole speech was not prepared. Even if Sebastian has visualized this speech for a while now, he seems to be underprepared and spewing out nonsense. He could only hope to hear a positive response for her.

"You are an idiot proposing to me in our kitchen" she finally says

A breath of relief rushes over Sebastian. He stands up to wipe her tears away and places the ring on her finger.

"Hey, I haven't said yes yet!" she jokes.

"I don't see you saying no"

2021, Spain

F1Gossips This year's silly season seems to be pointing in Spain. Drivers both current and former were spotted in their suits in a church in Spain.

User6 who is getting married???

User7 MARRIED???? User9 is jenson making poor choices again lol User10 thats just mean.

User5 i dont see pictures of sebastian here. thats weird, that's suspicious

User19 maybe he wasnt invited User55 lmao, why would they not invite seb?? User3 what if its seb's wedding User15 time to take your delulu pills User3

User13 let me innn, i wanna know who's marriage is this that got everyone in the new grid and old grid in.

User17 can drive to survive cover this event??

Y/NPrivate we waited for so long for this moment to happen. i still can't believe that i get to marry my first love. this relationship was a rollercoaster and we have spent years before coming to terms about our feelings. all i can say is everything is worth it because now i am building a family with you. thank you for bringing joy into my life. thank you for waiting for us to be the healed version of ourselves. and like i said, i'll be yours for eternity. kisses

CharlesLeclerc i swear i just finished crying and now i am crying again??!!

Y/NPrivate you always cry with ferrari -seb CharlesLeclerc you better watch out!! Y/NPrivate what are they gonna do fire me? i mean they already picked a replacement for me so they don't scare me -seb CharlesLeclerc Y/N YOUR HUSBAND IS RUDE, GET HIM OFF YOUR ACCOUNT Y/NPrivate its a conjugal account now hahaha

MickSchumacher papa would have been so happy to see his two favorite people finally get together

Y/NPrivate we wish he was there to see us

JensonButton im really happy for you Y/N, seb you know the rest mate

Y/NPrivate thanks Jenson, seb also sends his gratitude. PS we got to chat soon about the girl you are seeing JensonButton whatttt thats crazyyyyyy how did you know that Y/NPrivate duh i have eyes -seb JensonButton make your own instagram account seb!

Hanna_Prater its a very lovely wedding, thank you for inviting us!!

Y/NPrivate thank you for designing the venue, i really love it hanna! Hanna_Prater were coparents so only the best for you! Y/NPrivate love u hanna! sending my regards to connor as well

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the bet: part one

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

reader has a name (Ella Thompson, but the story is written in 'your' POV)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / oral / protected sex / overstimulation kind of / public sex / a bet related to a sexual topic made by Noah's friends, but no actual harm to the reader - consider whether to continue if this topic is sensitive for you.

Words: 3,5k

Author's note: please read warnings for this one! I wouldn't want to upset anyone and as always let me know if there's anything else that should be tagged!

frat boy Noah masterlist

✨This two part fic takes place just a few weeks into Noah and Ella’s friendship with benefits, so it’s kind of a flashback story. In their storyline this would happen before the “uh oh” one shot.✨

“Man, how did you pull someone like her?” Folio said to Noah after finishing his shot of vodka.

Another fraternity party on Friday night, you and Noah both there. At this point you spent three Friday’s together, your friends with benefits thing just starting.

“What do you mean how he pulled someone like her? Look at him, tall, handsome, has tattoos and he’s smart. And he has his own place! What more do you need to pull someone like her?” Matt answered before Noah even had a chance to think about it.

At this point Noah didn’t know you that well, which means he didn’t care that much about you to cut this conversation off before it went downhill.

“Is she good in bed?” Folio couldn’t stop his curiosity.

“I don’t kiss and tell Folio.” Noah said with a smirk.

“Come on dude, is she good? Loud? Dominant?” Folio tried and tried some more.

“Judging by her looks, I think she’s shy and quiet outside, but she must be a freak in the sheets. Huh?” Matt wouldn’t admit it, but he kinda wanted to know some details too.

“You never had a problem telling us about girls you were with.”

“Because they were one time things.” Noah replied and had to admit the truth. He was never shy about telling his friends about girls screaming his name in his bed, but he knew you were not just a one time thing, so he didn’t need his friends knowing stuff like that about you if you’re going to stick around somehow.

“Is our fuck boy getting serious about someone?” Jolly started to tease Noah too.

“We just agreed on the friends with benefits shit, so I’m not gonna tell you anything.” Noah shut them up with his look he gave them, becoming tired from this stupid conversation.

They changed topic and Noah went to refill his drink. He stood in the doorway from where he could see you, dancing and laughing with your friends. He knew you were pretty, you had a body most of the guys wish they could touch, so it gave him a satisfaction that he was the one you let do it.

When he returned to the table where the rest of his friend group was sitting, Folio tried once more to get something out of Noah.

“Did you break the record with her, Noah?” that had Noah pause his movements, suddenly all eyes were back on him.

He thought this stupid thing was long forgotten. Their first year at college they agreed to challenge themselves who can make a girl have the most orgasms in one night.

“Didn’t we stop with this thing?” Noah asked all of them.

“We could bring it back.” Folio seemed like he chose to challenge Noah’s patience tonight.

“Fuck off.” Noah became offensive, he didn’t want this to come back, he already felt bad about the idea of you being part of that.

“You said it yourself that you’re gonna break Jolly’s record one day.”

Jolly was the “winner” with 5 orgasms from Jenny.

Noah rolled his eyes at that comment and looked away from all of his friends, already feeling the competitiveness slowly creep into his head.

“Come on Noah, I know you want to.” Matt added and wasn’t the only one, other boys started to tease him so he would give in.

“You’re just scared of losing, you know you’re not gonna win.” Jolly jumped in, knowing exactly how to get on Noah’s nerves.

“Okay. Now shut up.” Noah muttered under his breath.

“Oh it’s on!” Folio finally satisfied, he went to fist bump Nick next to him.

“Don’t forget we need proof, yeah?”

“Yeah whatever.” Noah stood up and walked away from his friends, already sick from agreeing. He knew it was stupid, stupid as fuck actually. He matured since the first year of college and he thought his friends did too.

He didn’t hate the idea of getting as many orgasms from you as possible, but he hated the idea of sharing it with his friends. The proof was always either a texts with the girl they spent the night with, something stupid like “Hey, how many orgasms did you have last night?” or the girls were too stupid and didn’t have any shame and told the rest of the guys the number at the next party.

Noah knew you were not going to do that, not even text him how many orgasms you had, because in fact, you’re much smarter than all of the girls he was with before you.

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“Hey, are you ready to leave?” you felt a big hand sneak around your waist and hot breath on your skin when Noah leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Hey stranger.” you turned around to face him, still not used to his touch. You have never done this before, friends with benefits. But Noah made it easy for you so far. He didn’t push you into anything, didn’t have to with his looks.

He was attentive in bed, gentle and not so gentle when you didn’t want him to be. You were scared of getting feelings, but school and life kept you busy for that to happen, and Fridays with Noah are great way to let the steam out.

You’re still not used to his touch though, so when he whispered into your ear, you got goosebumps. “Yeah I don’t mind leaving.”

Noah took your hand in his and led you out of the kitchen, sadly for him you two had to cross his friends on your way out. Folio held his hand up, signalizing number 5, but to you it just seemed like a harmless wave, so you waved back. Noah rolled his eyes and quickened his pace.

“I drank tonight, we have to take a cab.” Noah told you that he doesn’t drink every week, but tonight was one of the days he had few beers.

“Oh, that’s okay Noah.” you smiled at him and started playing with your jacket while he called the cab. He still made you nervous, so you continued to play with your sleeves, because you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Come here.” he took your hand in his and pulled you closer to him. His hand made its way to your face, he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you. It was slow and gentle at first, but quickly changed into messy making out in a parking lot.

He walked you back until your back was met with a wall, parting your legs with his right knee, your dress making it easy for him to get reaction out of you just from that movement.

He chuckled at your sudden change of breathing and kept his knee between your legs, making it easy for you to get some kind of fraction that you obviously wanted.

“Noah-” you moaned out his name when his hand slipped under your dress, dangerously close to your panties.

He didn’t plan to make you cum in a parking lot, but you looked so good with your mouth open and big eyes looking up at him.

He touched you over the black lacy fabric, making you squirm under his touch. You were sure he could make you cum if the cab driver hadn't honked at you.

You pulled away from him, cheeks turning red from the embarrassment and Noah just laughed at it.

When your driver left the parking lot you felt Noah’s hand on your thigh, not thinking much of it, until he reached the hem of your dress that didn’t stop him from moving his hand under the soft fabric. You’ve never done anything like this before so you didn’t know if he’s serious or just teasing you.

With a confused look you turned your head to face him, but he was looking ahead of him, watching the traffic with a smirk on his face. Okay, two can play this game you thought and opened your legs more, looking out of the window so he couldn’t see your smirk.

He didn’t expect that from you, so as surprised as he was, he didn’t stop moving his hand up until he touched your clit over the fabric again that night. His gaze was on the driver, making sure he wouldn’t see anything and thankfully his radio was pretty loud, so he couldn’t hear you take a deep breath from Noah’s hand on you.

Noah started moving his two fingers in circles on your clit, adding just a bit more pressure once in a while. After a while he felt your wetness through your panties and your breathing quickening with his movements. You moved your hand to grab his thigh, needing something to ground yourself from the high that was coming closer and closer.

It took Noah a few more touches until your thighs squeezed his hand between them and you had to cover your moans with coughing.

Number one, Noah thought. His hand slid down so it was resting just above your knee for the rest of the ride and when he was sure your breathing is even again, he leaned down to whisper “Good girl.” in your ear.

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“What the hell was that?” you whisper screamed at him when the elevator doors closed behind you.

“Didn’t look like you minded that, or did you?” he cornered you by the mirror, smiling at your facial expression. You were smiling, but also looked like you just saw a ghost.

“No I didn’t.” you took a deep breath, “I’ve just never done something like this before.” you whispered against his lips that turned into a smug smirk again.

He let you kiss him until the elevator stopped and then he took your hand in his once again, leading you to his door.

Your jacket hit the floor just next to Noah’s main door, his jacket was left somewhere in his living room and your dress was off your body before you reached his bedroom. Before you had a chance to take his t-shirt off he laid you down in the middle of his bed and started kissing you slowly, very slowly. He started with your lips, taking both of your hands and pinning them with one of his above your head.

You enjoyed this kind of kiss, sloppy, messy, slow and sensual. Suddenly he disconnected from your mouth and licked your neck, leaving a wet spot there and moving down your body.

Noah spread your legs, made space for him to lay down. He took his time kissing your thighs, gently biting at your sensitive skin before he used his fingers to tease you in the middle.

“Noahh.” you moaned and lifted your hips, giving him a hint that you want more.

“Patience baby, patience.” he replied.

When he had enough of teasing you he reached for your lacy underwear and painfully slowly took it off of you.

You saw his look, dark eyes and hunger on his face. You were never with a man this obsessed with your body before.

He positioned himself back between your legs and what he did next got you gasping for air. He let his saliva drop slowly from his mouth to your pussy and you felt it first on your clit, then sliding down all the way to your hole. You felt it everywhere.

“Fuck.” you heard Noah say to himself.

Before you could react, one of his fingers made contact with your clit and you were a goner. Your head fell back against his pillows and a deep moan left your lips.

Noah continued with playing with your clit for a while, his eyes on you, watching your body react to his touch. He didn’t give you warning before he used his mouth on you, which made you put one of your hands in his hair to keep him from leaving your lap.

His fingers opened your lips so he could have better access to your core and slowly started moving his tongue from your hole to your clit. You were a moaning mess, staying in place only thanks to his arm around your waist.

He let you guide him by his hair to where you wanted him the most, noticing how you pulled at his hair when it felt particularly good. When he felt your pussy clench around nothing he knew you were close so he completely surrounded himself to your hand in his hair and let you ride his tongue the way you wanted and needed to. The orgasm took over your body and you squeezed his head with your thighs, not quite ready to feel the cold that’s gonna replace him when you let him go. His mouth got you through your orgasm until you became too sensitive and pushed him away. Number two, he noted.

He climbed his way back to your face and was pretty satisfied with the state you were in. Eyes closed, mouth open, red cheeks and mascara already where it shouldn't be.

“Hi.” you said with a giggle when you opened your eyes and saw him looking down at you.

“Something funny?” he asked with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“Nop.” you said and reached for his neck to bring his lips to yours so you could taste yourself there. He brought his fingers to your lips and pushed them into your mouth, moaning at the sight of you licking them clean.

“You have too many clothes on for my liking.” you whispered and went for his t-shirt. He let you strip him down completely, but didn’t expect you to put his painfully hard dick into your mouth straight away. He fell on his back and let you do what you wanted to him, he was lost in the moment, finally enjoying his needs being taken care of. He was hard from the moment he pushed you against the wall in that parking lot.

You made a mess all over him, your saliva dripping down his shaft from your tries to take him as deep as you could. You teased the skin on his thighs with your nails, slowly dragging them up and down while sucking his cock.

“Ella, fuck, that’s good.” Noah reacted exactly how wanted him to, mimicking your actions from earlier and taking your hair in his hand. He desperately wanted to come in your mouth, but not tonight, tonight is not about him.

“Come here.” he grabbed your chin and led you up to straddle his lap. He got on his elbows to meet you halfway for a kiss before he reached to get a condom.

You slowly slid down on his dick and let out a loud moan. He felt good inside you. He gave you a minute to get used to him, but then started moving his hips a bit. You started moving too, using his chest as a support.

“Yeah, just like that.” he encouraged you, already aware of the effect his words had on you, “That’s it. Fuck me, Ella, just like that.”

You continued to ride him, reacting to every one of his words by clenching your walls around him. Noah knew he wouldn’t last for much longer so he put his fingers on your clit, making sure you’re going to finish with him. He pulled you down by your neck in an attempt to kiss you only to stay with your mouth open and moaning his name against his own. You came first, Noah shortly after you. Number three, he counted in his head while you were laying on his chest and catching your breath.

“Fuck Noah, I-” you tried to speak, but almost coudln’t finish the sentence, “I never met someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“I mean like in bed, I didn’t know sex could feel this good.” he only chuckled at that, but felt proud that he was your best experience.

“How about we make it even better, huh?” he laid you down on your side and laid on his side, tracing his fingers on the curves of your body. He leaned down to kiss you and his hand slid down between your legs again. You were still oversensitive, but it felt too good to tell him to stop.

“Noah.” you moaned into his mouth when kissing became impossible with his fingers touching you. You lifted your leg a bit to give him more access, which he used to slide one of his fingers inside you. “Fucking hell!”

He chuckled at your reaction, but didn’t stop. Your wetness allowed him to quicken the pace and you were coming again in less then a few minutes.

“That was quick.” even Noah was surprised, but who could blame you. Overstimulated, horny and in bed with this attractive guy. He let you lay down and catch your breath, gently caressing your hair and pushing it out of your face. Number four, just two more.

“Do you want some water?”

“Please.” you replied, not having energy in you to even open your eyes yer, but by the sounds that followed you guessed he put his underwear on and went to his kitchen to get you both something to drink.

“You’re really one of a kind you know.” Noah was laying on his back with you by his side. You let your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos.

“Huh?”

“You’re not a regular fuck boy from a fraternity, you’re actually kinda nice.”

“Kinda nice? Ouch.” he laughed.

“Sorry, I mean I wasn’t expecting this when we first slept together.”

“I’d think four orgasms is better than kinda nice.” he teased you.

“Shut up.” you were shy, you didn’t like to talk about stuff like that if it wasn’t in the heat of a moment.

“How about another one?” Noah said more seriously. His ego pushed him even though he knew he shouldn’t.

“What?” you didn’t expect anything more for tonight, so if it wouldn’t be for his serious face you’d think he was joking.

“Can you give me another one?” he asked, but already moved his body so he was now hovering over you.

“I don’t know, can you make me?” you teased him with a playful smile.

Noah didn’t waste any time and started kissing you.

“Tell me if you want to stop, okay?” he pulled apart for a second, looking for confirmation in your eyes. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable just for his own stupidity.

“Yeah.” this time you pulled him down for a kiss and felt his dick getting hard again.

You slide one of your hands down his back, putting pressure on his skin with your nails which got Noah growling in your ear. His hips rolled slowly against yours, you felt his dick stroke your clit and that sent a wave of new pleasure through your body.

“Do that again.” you told him and left your hand on his lower back, scratching your nails there.

He did it again and again, his tip touching your clit over and over. This new way of intimacy made you both silent, only your breaths and occasional moans could be heard.

“Don’t stop, I’m close.” you told him when you felt the familiar feeling in your belly. You felt his lips on your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin.

You couldn’t hold it in any more after hearing Noah say “Good girl, cum for me.” in your ear. Number five, you counted how many orgasms Noah made you have that night and still couldn’t understand how a man could have this effect on you.

“That was hot.” you heard Noah whisper again, more sweet nothings followed while you put yourself together.

“Get another condom.” you told him. You felt completely exhausted, but longed for one more orgasm together.

Noah didn’t waste any time, throwing the package somewhere on the floor and pushing himself into you in the same position. This time there was no time for passionate kisses or touches, it was hard and fast.

It was the overstimulation you both were feeling that sent you both over the edge after minutes of Noah’s hard thrusts into you. Your body shaking from the sixth orgasm, Noah collapsing on your chest still inside you.

“Give me a minute.” he mumbled against your skin.

You laid chest to chest for more than a minute, both coming down and enjoying each other’s proximity. Your breaths stabilized and there was nothing you wanted more than a shower and 8 hour sleep.

“Come on, let’s take you to the bathroom.” Noah stood up and then reached his hands out for you to grab.

Turns out Noah is as good at aftercare as he is in bed. He took a shower with you, washed your body and then gave you his clothes to change into. He left you to do your skincare and went to make some quick snack for both of you.

Later when you were back in his bed, you were already sleeping cuddled to his chest, he stared into the ceiling and couldn’t fall asleep. He enjoyed tonight, but felt bad for what his motivation was at first, especially when he looked down and saw your peaceful sleeping state.

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This story is a work of fiction, with the plot and characters entirely made up. The appearance and name of the main male character are inspired by Noah Sebastian Davis, but the storyline bears no connection to the real person. Please do not steal or repost this work on other platforms without permission.

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Yandere Billy Loomis Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.

Notes: It's Billy's turn :). Not very well edited :(

Billy is and always will be a little quirky with that angsty guy persona he has going on. All of his feelings for you are strong, but he isn’t one to outright profess and/or display them, especially not early on. It doesn’t help that you're both guys. He doesn’t enjoy the unwanted attention

On the other hand, if were showy about any feelings you harbor towards him, he wouldn’t mind it. It might not seem like it from his outward appearance, but he feels all warm inside when you initiate contact with him/say something in the realm of sappiness. He thinks he is able to hide it well, acting all stoic-like, but his slight change in demeanor to being a bit shy and the gentle blush across his cheeks definitely give it away

Despite it not being his thing, he still has his own ways of being clingy. He’ll reach out a lot; text, AOL, and call if he hasn’t heard from you. You might even be passed a note during class on the off chance he’s not seated close by.

He’ll also want you to share clothes. You’re closets will practically be swapped once you get together. It’s the closest thing to PDA that the two of you could actively partake in. It’s just an added bonus that he gets to smell you all day.

Billy’s affection tends to hint towards his desires. He’s not usually all over you, so the change is noticeable. A sudden uptick in cuddling or kissing and you can bet he’s trying to get your pants

Billy's a closeted gay guy in the 1990's of course he wants to be the top. You topping him wouldn't even be apart of the equation as far as he is concerned. Sure he might like men, but taking it up the ass? That's a whole other level of gay to him. Sure, he's thought of it. Maybe even gotten off to imagining it before... But it would be cold day in hell before he would feel vulnerable enough for something like that.

Once he had realized that he had feelings for you he would alter the Ghostface plans. Sure he was attracted to you since he met you. Who wouldn't with your looks? But genuine feelings like this were rare for him. He found that he could make an exception in his meticulous scheme for you.

A large part of Billy's manipulation game with Stu has to do with the power he holds over him. Knowing how well that has worked out for him so far, he would likely do the same with you. Instead of being an outsider on the whole ordeal Billy would make sure you were included in the killings. Maybe not as a third Ghostface but there were plenty of ways for you to help out.

There is no way you could leave him as a new accomplice to his serial murders. It's either Billy or prison as far as you're concerned.

At the main event Billy would make sure you'd be included. And, well, Sidney would get pretty suspicious if she was the only one being hunted and chased, so of course you would need to use some of your acting skills. But there is no need to worry, Billy would make things easier for you. There's no need to pretend to be hurt if you actually are!

Billy would hunt you down himself, making sure to get you somewhere all alone in that party and catch you off guard. Things would be a lot harder if you had known this part of the plan going in, so he and Stu would keep it to themselves.

He would make sure not to hit anything important, you wouldn't be dying on him that easily, but he would definitely be leaving a mark or two. He would pin you to the wall and explain everything he is about to do to you. Coyly whispering something under his mask about how this was just to make things believable for Sidney and the cops, nothing else. But the bulge shoved up against your thigh told a different story.

He'd stab into you as shallow as he could will himself. Finding it hard not to get too ahead of himself. But your cries and blood would most likely get to him. He'd slice a few streaks down your abdomen and try his best not to grind down onto you as he watched the blood hurry to fill in the gap your skin once filled.

Luckily for you he has other things to do. After enough time he'd be forced to leave you. Your blood coating him as he made himself focus on the plan.

Being slumped over in one of the house's backrooms is a great spot for you anyhow. You'd be out of his way, unable to stop anything going down, and once the cops got there you'd be cleared of suspicion, a win-win in Billy's eyes

But now that he's got a sneak peak at you all vulnerable like that, it's not like he can just forget about it. He'd definitely need to play with you more after this would thing was done and over with.

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wc: 3.8k

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warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing, nothing too heavy.

★ : moving on didn’t mean forgetting. you knew that. but guess you’d never moved on from the boy with pretty brown eyes and an odd way of expressing love, after all.

The bright lights of the bar—though very aesthetic—hit you right in the eyes and blurred your already hazy vision.

Music blasted from the speakers from almost every side; some were dancing their hearts out to it, some were sitting in groups and gossiping away with drinks in their hands, some were making out very loudly and openly in the most random spots, and some searching for company to take home for the night.

Others were slumped against the counter, drinking their life away.

All that grief, pent up frustration, anger, regrets, every bit of emotion they did not want to feel — people drowned it away with alcohol, or at least tried their hardest to, and with it, they, too, drowned.

You wondered it they realized that.

You did.

And you were one of them today.

You were drunk out of your mind.

That should’ve knocked you out, made you forget every worry and every regret, right? That was what you had come here looking for. That was what half of the crowd had come here for.

And it had seemed to work out for many of them. Most of them.

Except, in your case, all the drinks you had just consumed seemed to have made you focus on the exact thing —or rather, the exact person—you’d wanted to wash away with the alcohol.

Fuck your mind, and your body, and your stupid dumb self for holding him so deep within you, beyond what any alcoholic drink could reach.

You missed Lee Minho out of your mind.

2 years of pining, 3 years of dating, and going out on the most perfect dates; of noticing all those little things about each other — how he liked his food a bit spicier than normal, including eggs, because you’d wake up in the morning to find him pouring bulddak sauce over it, and how you always needed a whole carton of milk next to you whenever you ate with him.

How he would start blinking rapidly when he was uncomfortable or shy, and how you’d pick on your nails whenever you’d get anxious;

Years of breaking each other’s walls and barriers down, and learning each flaw and likes and dislikes you two had; of visiting cat cafés monthly and raising your own 3 babies together; of sketching out your dream house in your heads and making bucket lists to tick off as the years came on;

Years of growing together, and watching and helping the other person become the brightest version of themselves, and falling in love with each other a little more after every argument and every fall-out.

Years of getting so used to having the other one around; blindly and confidently believing that it would go on forever; holding each other the closest to your hearts, and loving each other thinking that it would never run out.

And it hadn’t.

Not from your side, at least.

But life had always had its unexpected ways of breaking and mending and flipping things, and people, and lives, as it pleased.

As you and Minho grew, you changed too. With age and new experiences came new perspectives and new dreams and new beliefs.

You’d known that, both of you, and you’d thought you could handle it, that you could get through it together, just like you always had in the past too.

It had never affected you,

until it did.

All of a sudden, you and Minho had reached a point where you both had completely different visions of how you wanted to go on with your lives.

Fights that you’d always make up for before the night ended — turned into days of not talking; biting your tongue to refrain from spitting out words you both knew you didn’t mean and would regret later — turned to shouting it all out on each other’s faces; and never being able to find reasons to part ways turned into counting those reasons to stay.

Lee Minho was a hurricane. The prettiest one, too.

He was the strong winds, that was meant to flow to every city and every town, that urged to climb the highest of mountains and fall down through all the valleys, and whirl around again, and again, and around, till it reached every corner of the earth — never settling, never trapped, never tied down to one place.

He wanted to go beyond what his hometown held; to see the world that existed across it—just some flights, trains and rides away, could you believe that?—and meet new faces, make new friends, try new cultures, fall in love with new places and—

You hadn’t been ready for change.

You had loved that familiarity of your neighbourhood, and the streets that always smelled like the tastiest snacks of your area, and those flower shops near your house where you formed the loveliest bond with the elderly ladies selling them, who’d gift you bouquets for free sometimes as you’d pass by. You’d adored seeing those faces that you’d been seeing around for all the past years.

You’d loved being in that place that felt like home, that was filled with people of your own kind — who knew you and adored you.

You hadn’t wished for any of that to change. You had never thought it would.

You hadn’t wanted it to.

So, when Minho had started telling you that he wanted to move away, leave the city behind and look at the faces of all the different lives he could be living and loving… you hadn’t taken it well.

Both of you had tried to hold on — you really had.

But the tighter you’d held onto the rope, the more it had stung, the more you had bled, and the more it had stretched, and stretched, and stretched, until it finally got shredded into pieces that you didn’t know how to put back together.

You had loved him beyond reason, beyond words, beyond explanation, and beyond everything that fell in between.

Hell, you still did.

It was these endless thoughts of him, and those bittersweet memories of your old joys that had dragged you to this place.

People would think six months—half a year, that is—would be enough to leave an ex behind. But maybe, that was the problem—Minho had never been just a “boyfriend” to you, so neither was he just an “ex” now.

He had been your best friend, your safest haven, your comfort person and your happy place.

He had been everything.

He had been everything.

Even in those times when you guys used to fight, and you’d get upset because of something he said or did, he would still be the only person you would seek comfort from. When you would have a terrible day at work, he would be the only one whose face you wanted to see, whose voice you wished to hear and the only one who you wanted to go home to and rest in the arms of.

When you had your best day in weeks, too, he would be the one you wanted to share all that joy and excitement with.

All of life’s ups and down. You wanted to experience that rollercoaster with Minho, and just him, and no one else.

It wasn’t that you had spent these six months crying and wallowing in self-pity, missing him and weeping about him.

No, you had been continuing with your life. You’d had amazing moments without him—you had spent some of the happiest times of your life with your friends and your family, and you’d had your good days, bad days, tiring days, fun days, and life was going on just the way it always had;

The only thing that had become different was the absence of his presence, that you were not used to and didn’t want to get used to, no matter how much you denied it.

You guessed it was the thing about not being able to move on from a person— you missed him, always.

Even when you were having the best time of your life, and when you were not, too.

You missed him even when your mind didn’t whisper his name into the depths of the night.

Even if you’d go on for days without thinking of him, you’d work and pace around your kitchen one summer night, and sit down at the table to realize you’d made dinner for two when it was now just you.

And you’d feel like crying, and you’d wish he was around, still there to call your crying face ugly before he pulled you into the softest hug and held you until you were no longer drowning.

Even if you wouldn’t feel like breaking down when you looked at pictures of him or you two together anymore, you’d drive past that one restaurant you guys used to love, on a rainy afternoon, and you’d wish he was sitting beside you, making snarky comments to tease you and get a reaction out of you; telling you in his sweetest voice “Idiot! You just drove past our place! Am I that distracting? I mean… Yeah, I know I am, but you should focus when you’re driving, baby.”

And you’d threaten that you’d fasten his seatbelt like a trap around him, speed the car up heading towards a tree, and then jump out to leave him to crash — and he’d cackle in that way you’d always adored, before quickly saying, “I’ll charge you for murder thoughts and murder attempt later, come on, pull over now!”

Fuck.

You were bereft of Lee Minho.

You missed his playful kisses, and the way he’d run from you when you came to him for hugs but then pull you right back into his arms the moment you got upset and turned to leave. You missed the kisses he would press just beside your lips, on your chin and your cheeks, and your nose and quite literally everywhere else, teasing you to the very edge, before he finally pressed his sweet lips on yours; and you missed the breakfast he would make you while you would still be sleeping in his bed. You missed being able to steal his pretty shirts and sleep in them whenever he’d be away.

You missed life with him. All of it, and all of him.

You missed it.

It was like, missing him came in waves and sometimes, you didn’t even realize you were drowning until you hit rock bottom.

Living and loving had never felt the same from the moment Minho had slipped away.

And it was only these things and these thoughts that had been playing in your mind for the longest time now, so as you sat there in that bar, drunk out of your mind and yet still, thinking of nothing and no one else but him, you didn’t think as you pulled out your phone from your bag with clumsy hands, almost dropping it as you gripped it in your hands.

The light of your phone flashes on your face as it clicks open, and you scroll through every name in your contacts until you find his.

“Snowball 🫤❤️”

Right.

You’d never changed it after the break-up.

Snowball. It was an inside joke.

You’d pestered him for a whole week to watch “The Secret Life of Pets” with you, because you loved it and you wanted to watch it again, and this time, with him.

Throughout the entire movie, you’d laughed that he and that adorable evil bunny were basically the same character, and he’d grunted and scowled at you, acting all offended, but then smiled so tenderly when you weren’t looking (or so he’d thought). Since that day forth, you’d called him your own “snowball”; sometimes calling him “your cute lovely sweet munchkin bunny” in the cringiest tone you could pull, just to see him make a face and threaten you that he’d put cat piss in your drink and block you on all social media.

You’d even changed his contact’s name to it. You’d never changed it back after.

You wish you had, now.

Because as you stared at that name with a vision so blurry, —from the drinks or from your tears, you couldn’t tell— you felt the regret, and desperation, and longing that you’d been trying to hold off since so long, crawl up to your throat and claw at your insides, and it ached.

Your fingers finally moved to press on the screen, and suddenly, before you even knew it, you were ringing your ex-lover up.

Ha.

Where were all those sexy kind ladies who stopped girls from drunk-hitting their ex up when you needed them?

Perhaps it was all in your head, but in that moment, you thought the bar ran completely silent all of a sudden. It was only the ringtone that you could hear, and with it, anxiety broke in through the barriers of your alcohol and creeped in around you and within you, coiling in.

It ringed. Ringed, ringed, ringed.

Nothing.

It continued ringing; you laughed. At yourself, at him, at the wasted people in that damned bar, and at the world, for having brought you where you were right now.

Of course, he wouldn’t pick up. Why would he? Who would anyone pick up a call from someone they had ended everything with months ag—

“…Y/N?”

You stopped breathing; you didn’t blink, you didn’t move, you didn’t speak.

You couldn’t.

What if this was all a fragment of your imagination that would break the second you did anything?

“Hello?”

But it came again — that sweet voice in the softest tone, the exact one you had missed more than you’d realized.

You mustered up all you had left, and spoke up in the gentlest of volume, “Min…”

That damned nickname and that damned voice, cursed Minho in his head as he stood on the other line.

But you’d never know that, of course.

The line went quiet for a quick second, but he talked again. “Are you… drunk?”

It made you chuckle.

Even after all this time, one word from you and he knew what was up. How could you have let that go? How could you have let it all go – everything that you both had had?

“No… I mean, yes, no. I— just a little. I’m good.” you slurred out, and the boy over the phone didn’t need anything more to know you were lying.

But he stayed quiet.

And you didn’t know when or how, but that silence between you—that had always been a form of comfort and assurance—had turned into something that pained, something rather unbearable.

So, you broke it.

And you just started rambling; maybe it was the drink, or the nervousness, or the fear, or all of it actually, but you just… you couldn’t stop talking. It felt like you’d be swallowed up whole by your own thoughts if you stopped.

So you went on.

“I… I know you’re probably well and have been doing well, and I probably shouldn’t have called, because I know it would only mess us up again, but… I was just, I was here and then, I– And… I don’t know. I just– I don’t know. I really don’t know. I was– You were on my mind– I mean, no, you weren’t, what? But you– I... I don’t know. I don’t know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called. I-”

“Y/N.”, he cut you off and you finally took a breath. “It’s– It’s fine.”

You heard him inhale sharply before he continued. “You should call someone to pick you up. Go home. It’s late, and you don’t handle alcohol well.”

He remembered that too. Of course, he did.

You wanted to smile about it, but it felt unfair for some reason.

Was he caring for you or rushing you to stop the shit you were pulling and go home?

“No.” is all you end up saying back to him after seconds.

“…Huh? What?”

“No. I... No. I will not go. I— I have to– No, I want to... I have to tell you. I mean- I don’t know. I can’t go. I won’t go.”

And you could hear the confusion in his voice as he spoke again, and if it wasn’t your mind playing games on you, you think there was the slightest hint of concern laced in it, too. “What’s wrong? What do you have to tell me?”

You tried so hard to get all those fragments of words and feelings that blurred inside your head and make them make sense for yourself, and for him.

But how was one supposed tell their person that despite having had half a year to move ahead and find new people, you hadn’t and you couldn’t and you didn’t want to? After the way it had ended, after the reason that led to it, that all made so much sense.

“I’m sorry, can you– can you just give me a minute?” and you hoped with every ability you had left in you, that he would not hang up as you requested him in a meekly voice.

There was no answer from his side, but the line hadn’t cut off yet either.

You took your chances; gathering every ounce of strength and thinking ability you had left until you formed concrete thoughts and words in your mind before you said it all aloud — real and declared.

You would never be able to take them back. And you hoped, as you put it out in the open, that you would never want to.

“It’s been months, and I know that I don’t have any right to call you up like this on a random late Monday night, but I just– I don’t think it’s working out for me, Min. This whole moving on and leaving us behind thing. It’s not working out. I can’t do it.” your body forces you to take a breath before you continued any further – your voice would’ve started to crack, otherwise.

Maybe it already had.

“I’ve tried so hard. I really have. And I thought it was working, you know? Like, I get up every morning and you’re not on my mind, and I can get through my evening coffee just fine, without thinking about how you’d usually shout from the living room at this time, asking where I’d put the cat toys. And I come home from work on Saturday nights and don’t expect to see you waiting for me on the couch anymore, and I can go on for weeks without wondering how you’re doing or where you are. I can do that, I have done that. So, I thought it was all fine.”

And there it goes, your voice started trembling in just the slightest, and Minho noticed it. Like he’d always noticed everything.

He didn’t say anything about it, though, he just listened. And you talked. Again.

“But then, I meet someone new… and–”, you chuckle but it comes out sounding more like a soft cry.

“And I realize that I try to look for you in all of them, for those things you used to do. Like, how you’d always turn the stove off before the noodles got too soft whenever you’d cook us ramen because we like them that way, or how you know that weird but cool trick of turning an inside-out shirt right as you wore it on directly, or how you’d draw stickman figures on my hand when we cuddled, and just... all those little things you used to do. I look for them. And I– I meet people and I can’t connect to them.”

Your emotions were at the verge of bleeding out now; you had tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, rapidly spreading now, ready to slip off and down your now flushed cheeks.

“It’s like I’ve forgotten how to fall in love after you, Minho.” you spat out with all honesty. “I don’t know what to do.”

And it all finally broke.

You were now sobbing hysterically, and you tried to keep the noises down and muffled as you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth but they all fell out anyway; each one fluttering all the way out till it reached the boy, who gripped his phone with knuckles that had grown white, in a shaky hand, as he stood there, just right across the screen of your phone.

If only he could reach you.

And if he had been any good with words, he would’ve told you about it all too. His lines of the story.

How he’d gone and done what he had dreamed of, what he had left everything for – he had travelled to countless countries, countless cities, met all kinds of people, tried so many types of food—all of it.

All that he had desired.

He’d also tell you about how he got stuck in his hotel room in Sweden with no toilet roll, and could not figure out, for the sake of his life, how to explain to the receptionist that he needed a new one urgently, because neither did she speak Korean, nor did he know the basics of Swedish.

That experience had taught him to never step foot on a different land than his own without knowing the basics of their language.

So, if he had been any good with words, he’d tell you all about the adventures he’d had after he’d left home with the tiniest bit of details, and that there was still so much more he wanted to see and do, and perhaps, just perhaps, he’d also tell you about how none of it all, somehow, filled that space in his heart that he’d never noticed missing.

He’d tell you that he’d explored so many of the places he’d dreamed of, but that after every travel, he’d go back to his hotel room at the end of the day and sit on the edge of his bed, fingers hovering over your name in his contacts, because there was no one else he wanted to talk about his day with; no one else whose day he wanted to hear about.

All those friends he’d made and all those strangers whose heart he had so swiftly won over — he did not want to book tickets with them together for new movies or new flights, to new places.

He wanted to do it with you.

He hated himself for having never realized it, when you had been right there with and beside him for him to have asked you to do it all.

Yes, he’d told you he wanted to go out, he’d told you about all of those dreams, but he’d never asked you to join in with him.

Why hadn’t he?

If Lee Minho had been any good with words, he’d tell you that he’d seen so much of the world the way he’d wanted to, but had felt bliss slip right through his reach when he turned and realized — that he wanted to you to be there, to be holding your hand, and taking your pictures in the prettiest views he’d ever seen.

You would’ve made it all perfect.

Everything gorgeous, and beautiful, and lovely had felt a thousand shades duller to him, and that—he’d realized—only you would’ve fixed.

He would tell you, after holding it within his heart and denying it for so long, that he did not want to see any corner of the world anymore if he wouldn’t be able to find you, hiding there to spook him and then pepper kisses all over his face with giggles and laughter and everything that he had ever loved.

But Minho was not good with words; never had been; so, he eats the silence, and speaks it, too.

You couldn’t stop the tears no matter how much you wiped them away, and you were too scared to speak because you knew your voice had given up. You would only hiccup and gasp and break further if you opened your mouth. That was for sure.

But he, on the other line, too, was not muttering a word and—

God, you felt so pathetic.

“Where are you?” he suddenly asked, voice quieter and softer than before, breaking you out of your state.

You let out a sound of confusion; unsure of what you’d heard while also not wanting to speak up in your currently poor condition.

“Where are you right now? What’s the name of the bar you’re in?” he asked once again, a little louder this time.

The gears in your mind were turning very slow, and when he heard the silence from you end again, he cut in.

“You know what, send me your location. You don’t have to say anything.”

You hear him moving around hastily, and within seconds, he’s telling you something again. “Stay there. Don’t hang up either.”

You followed his instructions, still half confused and drunk after having used up all your left energy into that emotional and embarrassing rant you’d cried out.

Very soon, followed sounds of his car keys jingling and some ruffles, then the click of a door, and you simply sat —or rather, slumped into your seat, leaning onto the table of the counter, almost dozing off— and waited as Lee Minho started his car and set off to find his way to you.

Something in you knew he would. He always had.

And maybe, if the universe was on your side this time, he’d let you find your way back to him too.

[lowytavis]

the future king and his secret - Aaric Graycastle

Introduction:

Formal gatherings, endless ceremonies, and unbearably long speeches—there is nothing I despise more. 

Yet, ever since my father, King Tauri, passed away—and with my infuriating brother Halden meeting his own tragic end—the burden of the crown has fallen on me. 

"Camlaen Tauri," came the measured voice of Sir Higgins, my ever-dutiful bodyguard. He hesitated before correcting himself, "King Camlaen Tauri." 

His disapproving gaze lingered as I sighed. "Just call me Aaric." "If only it were that simple," he replied, clearing his throat. "I cannot simply change your birth name. However, if it pleases you, I could address you as Aaric Tauri—at least in private." 

Acceptable, but far from ideal. I merely offered him a curt nod in response. 

"Your Majesty, now that you have assumed your royal duties, it is time to arrange your betrothal. You have come of age, and the kingdom needs a queen." 

"Not yet, Higgins. But thank you," I muttered. "I have more pressing matters to attend to." 

No one could ever truly fulfill that role. No one but her. 

"These were your father's final instructions before his passing," Higgins reminded me, though his words were truly meant for my brother. "May Malek watch over them both." 

Blah, blah, blah. If there's one thing I cannot abide, it's the ceaseless prattle of Higgins, the ever-irritating chambermaid Lilian Weysler, or the insufferable kitchen matron, Madame Doublin. 

"I will arrange a banquet, King Tauri," Higgins continued. "The finest noble families will present themselves. If you wish to extend invitations beyond the aristocracy, you may provide Mademoiselle Weysler with a list. However, I strongly urge discretion—especially when considering the presence of the Tyrrish. Part 1:

—And Sloane Mairi, fiancée of Dain Aetos," I finished, letting Lilian complete the list. 

"My, my. That is quite the guest list," she remarked, glancing up at me. "Many of them are marked ones. Are you certain?" 

"Read it aloud, Lilian," I instructed. "I want to ensure that everyone important to me is invited. Perhaps they'll make the day a little more bearable." 

"Very well, Your Majesty. As requested." She cleared her throat. 

"Duke and Duchess Riorson. Sir Ridoc Gamlyn. Sir Sawyer and Lady Jesinia Henrick. Sir Bodhi Durran. Sir Garrick Tavis. Lady Imogen Cardulo. Sir Drake and Lady Catriona Cordella. Lady (Y/N) Siver. Sir Dain Aetos and Lady Sloane Mairi." 

"Correct. Pass this on to Higgins. My decision is final." I leaned back in my chair. "Prepare the large area behind the castle for the dragons and gryphons to land. Set up the guest rooms. Place the Duke of Tyrrendor and his wife near my chambers—along with Lady Siver. No discussions." 

As soon as Lilian left the room, I let out a heavy sigh, slumping in my seat. Was it really wise to invite the one person I had loved in secret—to a gathering where I was expected to choose a fiancée? Worse still... she had no idea how I felt. --- 

**Later** 

"Aaric! It's been forever!" I heard her voice before I saw her—before she came running toward me. "I've missed you so much, little one!" she laughed. 

Little one. 

My childhood nickname. Though now, I towered over her by a good thirty-five centimeters. 

"Hey, (Y/N)," was all I managed. I was so fucking nervous. We had written to each other regularly, but only by letter. She lived outside the castle walls, in a poorer district. I never saw her as poor, but she and her father, Randwyn, couldn't afford a place within the city large enough for their small bakery. As a child, I had loved our trips into town, when Higgins would take me to visit the Sivers' shop. We'd always buy my family's favorite pastries. 

"Don't be so shy now," she teased, her laughter like music I had longed to hear. She threw herself at me, pressing against my chest with all her strength. I held her even closer. "You're the little one now," I grinned, looking down at her. Her beautiful eyes sparkled in the sunlight. 

"I'll show you your room, (Y/N)." 

"No need, King," Higgins interjected, waddling toward us with Lilian in tow. "Lilian will take care of that." 

"No," I insisted. "I have things to discuss with my old friend." 

Before Higgins could argue, I grabbed (Y/N) and ushered her toward her room. The moment I opened the door, she gasped, her face lighting up with pure joy. "Oh, fucking hell! I've never had a bed this big—let alone a whole room of this size to myself!" 

She spun in place, taking it all in. Then, suddenly, she turned back to me, reaching into her bag. 

"Oh, almost forgot! Here!" She handed me a small box. 

"Please tell me there's Lohnin in there," I practically begged, already imagining the sweet pastry melting on my tongue. "Only the best for the best," she grinned. 

So, I did what any respectable king would do—I shoved the entire Lohnin into my mouth at once.

 "You're supposed to enjoy it, little one!" she laughed. "Slow down before you choke to death! You haven't even secured an heir yet!" She was joking, but there was something in her eyes—something warm. "I have so much to tell you, Aaric!" 

And just like that, it felt like childhood again. 

She pulled her hair into a messy bun and changed into her nightgown. 

I lay beside her on the pillow, and she pulled the blanket up to her chin. "Do you ever miss being a child?" she asked softly, turning toward me. 

We were so close. Too close. My breath hitched. 

"Of course," I murmured. "Life was simpler then. And... I wish there hadn't been this distance between us. I missed you, (Y/N)." 

She smiled and curled up against me. We had done this countless times before. Only now, I wasn't a boy anymore. And for the first time, I was terrified.

------------------------the next day----------------------

I don't think I've ever slept so well. 

As I slowly rolled over, the reason became immediately clear—I had fallen asleep in (Y/N)'s bed. 

"Well, look who's finally awake," she grinned, shifting in my arms and pressing herself gently against me. 

"Good morning, (Y/N)," I murmured, unable to stop my own smile. 

"Sorry, I must have dozed off."

 "Oh, I noticed," she laughed. "I was pouring my heart out, telling you all about my life, and suddenly—snoring. Right in my ear."

 "Hey, that wasn't planned! And I don't snore," I protested, pouting. (Y/N) just arched an eyebrow, and within seconds, we were both laughing uncontrollably.

---------------later-----------

"I'm so glad you all made it here!" I called out as my friends—my *real* friends, the only guests I had been allowed to invite myself—finally arrived. 

"Thank you for the *royal* invitation, Your Majesty," Xaden quipped with mock formality, earning a sharp punch to the shoulder from Violet. 

"Good to see you again, Aaric," Violet said, before glancing around the grand hall. Her expression twisted in barely concealed disgust. "It's been a while since I was here." 

Ridoc smirked. "What, thinking about Halden's lips again?" The crack landed him a solid punch from Xaden. Around us, everyone tried (and failed) to stifle their laughter. The thought of Violet and Halden—priceless. 

Almost as priceless as the look on Xaden's face. 

"May I introduce (Y/N)?" I announced, pushing her forward with a grin. 

"Childhood best friend, up for absolutely any nonsense."

"Hi, nice to meet you all," she said formally—shyly even—and then, to my absolute horror, she bowed. 

"(Y/N), you don't have to bow," I groaned. "Besides, give Ridoc ten seconds, and he'll prove to you that just because you weren't raised in the castle doesn't make you any less refined or valuable." 

And right on cue— "Well, cutie," Ridoc purred, stepping far too close to (Y/N) with the world's ugliest grin. "Why don't you show me where you sleep? Y'know... so I know where to go later?"

 "RIDOC!" Violet and Sloane shrieked in unison, both slapping him so hard on the shoulder he actually yelped. 

"Okay, okay! Gods, if you lot keep hitting me, my whole arm's going to bruise!" he whined. 

Idiots. 

My idiots. 

How I had missed them. 

-----------later-----------

"Ladies and gentlemen, King Camlaen Tauri!" Higgins' grating voice rang out through the heavy stone doors as the guards at my sides pushed them open. 

How I *hated* being the center of attention. I always had. I preferred working in the shadows—smarter than any Tauri before me, though I'd never say that out loud. As I strode into the grand hall, my eyes instinctively searched the crowd. 

And then—I found her.

(Y/N).

 Her hair was woven into an elegant braid, soft tendrils framing her face. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and that deep blue gown hugged her form far too perfectly. She was the most beautiful person in the world. And standing next to her? Fucking Gamlyn.

I forced my attention back to the proceedings. 

"Your Highness, we will now begin the presentation of the candidates," Higgins droned on. 

"Lady Lader," he announced. Beautiful, but far too old. 

"Princess Doherty." Her crooked smile already pissed me off. 

"Lady Melin and Lady Sassy Cortl." Twins. Absolutely not. "Lady Pommel." But I had stopped listening. 

Because across the hall, Ridoc was definitely standing too close to (Y/N). 

"Sir Gamlyn!" I called out, louder than intended. The hall fell silent, Higgins shifting uneasily beside me. 

"Your Highness," he muttered under his breath, "please don't do anything rash." 

Too fucking late. 

I already knew *exactly* what the fuck I had to do. 

"Sir Gamlyn," I continued, keeping my voice measured, "would you care to introduce me to your escort?" 

Silence. 

All eyes turned to Ridoc and (Y/N) as they hesitantly approached the throne. 

Ridoc opened his mouth, hesitated—because of course, he didn't even know her name. 

Before he could embarrass himself further, (Y/N) stepped forward. 

"Lady Siver," she said smoothly, grinning up at me. 

"A pleasure to meet you," I replied, taking her hand—and pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to her knuckles. 

She laughed, and I felt the collective gasp ripple through the hall. The nobility looked absolutely scandalized. I had undoubtedly made more enemies than friends tonight. And I didn't care one bit.

------------later----------

The music started, and nobles spilled onto the dance floor. I turned to (Y/N). 

"Would you care to dance?" I asked, offering my hand. 

"Oh?" she teased, a knowing smile playing at her lips. "You have time for someone like me, Your Highness? Ridoc already asked me as an alternative, you know." 

And that, my dear, was EXACTLY what I COULD NOT allow. 

PART 2 UPLOADED!

I took some time and completely remodeled and rewrote the first part of this fanfiction. I hope you like the updated version as much as I do. Warnings for future chapters: mention of rape, forced marriage, sex and violence

[lavender-butterfly-cookie]

can you please do Burning Spice x Shy reader? You've probably done this before, if you have, can you do this version of him?

I don't know if you actually do requests or not, if you do it, it'll be greatly appreciated! :3

It's a good thing bro wasn't in the husband of the year thing, cuz he would've won with how many people love him but ok Butterfly. Same image cuz yes. I'm doing both versions by the way for the sake of I'm bored

Burning spice cookie X Shy reader V1

Why? Why- just why!? You just wanted to help Golden Cheese cookie transport the soulcheezes to the stupid vault. WHY THE HECK ARE YOU NOW IN BEAST-YEAST OF ALL PLACES?! You swear, if it wasn't for your shyness you'd have drop kicked that purple buffalo thing sooner! And if matters weren't already bad enough, guess what?~

YOU FLIPPING LOST GOLDEN CHEESE COOKE AND SMOKED CHEESE COOKIE ALONG THE WAY! You looked away for one second- JUST ONE SECOND!- And they were gone! Now you're stuck navigating your way around these blazing hot lands all on your own. FANTASTIC!

However, your annoyed mood crumbles almost immediately, being replaced by fear when you heard something in the sky. You turn around and look up, placing a hand over your eyebrows to cover your eyes from the sun. And you see... a meteorite?... during day? And why is it red and yellow and coming towards yo- oh wait a minute CRAP!

You quickly jump out of the way and it crashes down right where you were standing. You were hyperventilating as the realization hit you that you could've been crushed just 5 seconds ago. But it comes to a halt when you see someone emerge from the smoke. A rather large figure. When they revealed themselves you were frozen.

A red cookie with black messy hair and burning hot eyes stood before you, a giant axe held tightly in his grip. You prefer not to mention his golden teeth, ew. He let out a maniacal laugh that caused you to flinch back.

"Who dares enter my territory?!" The Cookie yelled, earning another flinch from you. You were frozen on the spot, and the size difference between you two was quite big. He looks down at you and chuckles at your small shaking form before walking closer. It registers in your mind too late that you should run and before you can move he picks you up by the back of your collar.

"You dare to enter my lands, little cookie?" he asks. By now you're too shy and scared to say anything. After being met with silence he brings you closer to get a better look at you, which managed to earn another squeak out of you. He seemed amused by this.

"You are one weak cookie aren't you?" He stated, obviously he wasn't actually asking. He shrugs his shoulders before hoisting you onto one, which caught you of guard.

"Do not worry, little cookie. When I'm done with you, you won't be so pitiful" he said as he started walking away. You should be protesting and trying to escape but... Part of you doesn't really want to. I mean, Golden cheese cookie and smoked cheese cookie were probably too occupied with that beast cookie, so you don't want to get in the way, right? it'll be fine!

Herald of Change X shy reader V2

You resided in a great kingdom filled with spice and zestiness, Despite how shy you were. You were the lover of the herald of change and his personality didn't match yours in the slightest. But hey, you still loved each other.

Not wishing to be a bother to anyone you stayed in your room a lot. I you're not there, you're with him. And if you're not with him and not in your room, well fuck. Now the spice tribe leaders have to go on a wild goose chase looking for you as if you didn't need the bathroom. You never got used to it all.

Now, the herald of change was a loving cookie, he really was. But as time went by you noticed how he himself was being consumed by a darker form of change. You were by his side more frequently despite your shyness so that you could at least try steering him in the right way but this was a change not even you could stop. The priests begged you to get him back to his senses but he wouldn't budge.

Because to him what's the point of living if you're bound to face the inevitable ending of death? Only destruction seemed to please him now. You found yourself growing to fear him, a lot more than you'd ever be brave enough to admit. And then all hell broke loose.

You woke up to the sounds of crashing and screaming and exited into the hall to see what was happening...

Only to find that there was no hall at all.

Everything was in ruins. Spice swarm members crumbling, buildings burning to ashes, the laughter of your own lover echoing above it all. You caught a glimpse of him.

That was not the cookie you loved.

That was not the herald of change yo once knew.

but it was.

You were at a loss. You couldn't go trying to negotiate now, he was too far gone! You can't fight him or you'll crumble on the spot!! You can't save anyone because YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO!!!

Tears welled up in your eyes and you took a step back. Then another, and another, and soon you just took off. You didn't look back, not even once. You were scared of the cookie you were supposed to share your life with. You chose to fled like a coward instead of trying harder to change the kingdoms fate, but now it was too late.

Your home was gone, your companions were gone... He was gone. And nothing's gonna change that