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u/Long-Day-815: So... Chorus.fm (an old music website with pretty good inside knowledge) has been talking about this for several days now, prior to the post. Some tidbits from a bunch of different users (every thing in quotes is a Chorus.fm post):
10/30: Thread is posted in this very subreddit saying MCR is doing a TBP tour in baseball stadiums. Gets the announcement date wrong.
10/30: "Heard there was holds on baseball stadiums in multiple markets........... presume average cap is more like 30k for most of them."
10/30: "Black Parade. Book it." "Yes. These shows will be fine, especially since there are so few. They might take time to sell out but they will sell."
10/31 (after the Reddit user's announcement date was wrong): " I didn't hear anything about an MCR announcement happening today. I did, however, hear about a stadium announcement happening on November 12. That's all I know right now."
11/8: " MCR tour is going to have different openers for each city. Be prepared to think a mixture of "ok that makes sense" and "hahahaha wtf?" for the selection they have lined up. "
11/8: "This is getting announced on Tuesday right? I think that's the last I heard "
11/8: "I've had a few drinks so will spill some tea subtly/not so subtly. MCR Openers include: WAKE ME UP (Evanescence), Life Taxi (Death Cab for Cutie), Vince Furnier (Alice Cooper), Fight Club (Taking Back Sunday?), long-ass Instagram posts (Thursday), and my personal favorite and biggest WTF of all the openers: a band that wears the good kind of red hat (Devo)"
11/8: "They're playing metlife, support for that date rules"
11/8: "The US leg is apparently pretty short (heard "about 12-15" but can't confirm it so would have people travelling too"
11/9: "Welcome to Rockville were reposting polls for band suggestions with MCR the clear winner a whole back and apparently replied like "we would never" to someone messaging them "don't play with us about mcrâ. Not confirmation but suspicious. Danny Winner previously booked MCR for Aftershock and Dunes for that / louder than life so he does have a working relationship there. Just speculation"
11/10: âRumors suggest they were taking offers from European festivals (but declined) a few months back, also rumors they were trying to get UK dates at the minimum."
11/10: Frank posts cryptic shit on IG.
11/11: Thursday posts a teaser of New Jersey upside down (Metlife) with the "...in the dark of a stadium" lyric
11/11: MCR posts teaser on IG. Frank and Mikey verify it's real.
11/11: "some details. black parade anniversary tour. July through September. All stadiums."
idk how much truth to it this has. but it's sure something. devo.
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hii long time no art anyway look at my little lad :]
#u know how it is sometimes u blink#and it's been a whole month since u last posted#yeah. anyway missed drawing this one :D#also new pfp i guess#oc art#original art#original character#illustration#digital art#my art#tealarts
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my favorite bookworm
#ok as u can tell (like everything I post here) super rushed and scribble bahahahahahahahahah#trying to get likeness without many lines & as fast as possibleâŠđ„Č#I hope I get betterđ#today all I did was art#my hands have finally stopped shaking so much since I had Covid for a whole month (đ„Č) and I started tattooing a lot#but lots of practice bc itâs been so longđ„Čđ„Čđ„Č#I love how the tattoo turned out though#then I did an acrylic underpainting for an oil self-portrait Iâm going to do tomorrow#bc the last one was in 2021đł I posted it to my Twitter if u want to see#and then I went and bought LOTS OF BOOKS for my 2 year old nephewâŠneed to get him started earlyđ#and then I got home and I hadâŠ15 min for this little scribble#idk I wanted to post it even though it doesnât look like him#but the last eloise drawing I did didnât look like her eitherđđ#anyways bookworm Sebastian supremacy#I love the posr so tbh I might redo it sometime soon but like. actually good#and I need to do the next illustrstion for my fic I already have it sketched out and everything!!!!!!!!!#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart
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hi đ
#rambling#hi đ#i know its been a while since i've posted#but i still lurk on here regularly :p#i dont really care to create content or scroll+rb anymore#but i'll keep in touch through dms if anyone wants to <3 or we can exchange discord infođ#i've become more active on twitter? ïżœïżœïżœïżœđ€ź but i still feel more comfy typing long rambles here lmao#theres a lot of ateez stuff if u end up looking at it#i been going through stuff the last few months :p#N E WAYS i've decided that i wanna leave my job in a few months đ#and the stress of it made me wanna come back here and use this blog like a diary đđ#i mean. it feels like it's the right time for me to leave#it's just the anxiety of not knowing >.<#also job huntings the worst đ€źđ€źđ€źđ€ź#but im ready for a change ^^#and i wanna be optimistic!! so im manifesting that the whole ordeal goes smoothly and im not unemployed for long!!!đ#if u read all this. i love u and i hope u have an awesome week!! :) đđđ#also reply with something good that happened to u recently!#celebrating u would help cheer me up rn :')#otherwise. have a good night! see u space cowboy
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Happy 10th birthday to The Song Ever
#guys can u believe its been 10 years i feel so old bsksdjlka#ylvis#what does the fox say#my art#artists on tumblr#sketch#gonna write a novel in the tags now so:#i havent drawn anything in a few months bc ive been dealing with medical stuff#this sketch was supposed to become a full painting and it was gonna be awesome and the composition was gonna be great etc etc#this sketch has been in my files since late june lmao thats how long its been since i drew anything#so yes i am very disappointed that i couldnt finish it but since it's such a momentus occasion I thought I'd post this mess anyway :')#I just really wanted to commemorate it as (and sorry for getting all depressing here lol) ...#... it was kinda the last thing that brought me a whole lot of joy before a lot of shit started going on in the family that basically ...#... ended my childhood (metaphorically)#anyways i loved it when it came out i listened to it constantly along with their song stonehenge (which i still listen to occasionally hjsd#and truckers hitch when that came out about a year later i think#ANYWay sorry for rambling and being a sad little guy in the tags lol enjoy the art and listen to the song :D
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18+ / mdi
content: newbf!vernon, based off this quote, appearance from some svt members, afab reader, smut(?), suggestive, etc.
wc: 1848
a/n: this is such an odd premise but it caught my attention so yeah<3
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"i dont get the joke," seungkwan cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.
"yeah, april fool's was last month?," added joshua.
"there's no joke. we're dating."
even as you and vernon found yourselves cuddled up on the couch, â in a manner only a couple would intertwine with each other â your friends seemed unimpressed by the mere suggestion of the two of you dating.
"so you've been besties for twelve years and suddenly you're dating? no warning, no nothing? not very believable", answered mingyu, staring at you in nothing short of annoyance.
"why is this so surprising? you guys knew that i had a crush on her," argued vernon, feeling a bit annoyed at the way all his friends were currently staring him down. meanwhile, you appeared to be completely chill as you nuzzled into his side, watching videos on his phone and ignoring the conversation altogether.
"i just don't buy it."
"yeah, i don't get the joke, but i'm not falling for it."
"she's out of your league anyway."
seungkwan, seungcheol and jeonghan all expressed their sentiments to vernon as he groaned in frustration, unable to understand why it was so difficult to accept that he had finally grown the balls to ask you out. alas, he gave up as his friends grew distracted by something else, opting to go back to watching cat videos with you on his phone.
this was a brand new change in your dynamic, so maybe it'd be hard to grasp at first. but it was fine. vernon didn't need his friends to acknowledge his relationship in order to make it real. he'd simply continue to love on you like he'd been doing since you accepted to be his girlfriend, damning any denials from his friends.
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acting unaffected by his friends' constant refutals of his new relationship proved to be harder than vernon had first anticipated. they'd gone above and beyond to attempt and disprove your relationship, claiming that it simply didn't make any sense.
any time you posted a picture with vernon it'd get spammed with comments from all twelve boys declaring the falsehood of your relationship.
jeonghanieyoon: booo đ
joshuacoustic: drop the fake bf and date me instead đ
dk_is_dokyeom: ok u guys are starting to look believable đ§
sometimes they'd even respond to vernon's stories about you and slide in his dms just to call him a dumbass for attempting to make this 'a thing' when it was clear you two were lying.
from: pledisboos - stop being a coward and ask her out for real
from: feat.dino - clearly fake. try harder next time!
in retrospect, maybe vernon only had himself to blame for this. after years of liking you, he never once gave any indication of attempting to leave the friendzone. his friends had all given up on hyping him up to confess to you years ago, leaving his crush as a dormant subject of conversation. it was quite sudden how you and vernon ended up together, and your dynamic hadnt changed too much, so your upgrade from friends to lovers was likely not noticeable to the naked eye.
however, this did not excuse the damned booing vernon had to endure any time the two of you walked into a room hand-in-hand. it also did not excuse jeonghan and mingyu's continuous flirting with you â they were doing it to prove a point, they said. and the most frustrating aspect of it all was how nonchalant you were about it all, always giggling along with his friends and never backing vernon up when he'd try and argue with them.
this was quite out of character for vernon. his demeanor had always been extremely chill and laid back, never one to be bothered by any outside forces (much less his dumb friends). you, however, were not helping manners in any way. you found the whole situation funny, telling vernon not to stress over it as you giggled over how passionate both vernon and his friends were about such a benign subject.
so, vernon gave up. he guessed that since you found the running gag about your 'fake' relationship amusing rather than frustrating (as he did), then he would just leave it alone. he was never one for pda anyways, so attempting to prove his relationship to his friends was kind of like beating a dead horse.
what vernon forgot to consider, however, was how nosy his friends were.
when it was time for all fourteen of you to spend the week at mingyu's beach house, he had let his guard down far too much, leading to a situation he'd like to consider both a win and a loss.
despite the sheer size of the beach house, housing fourteen people proved to be quite a difficult task, meaning that roommates were a must. with six rooms, everyone was separated into twos, with two rooms containing one extra roommate each. you and vernon always paired up together with no questions asked, except this time you were teased and mocked as you settled into your rooms, all while they assigned you chan as an extra roommate with the sarcastic intent of him keeping an eye on the two of you â "just want to make sure you don't get down to any funny business," had sad dokyeom in a mocking tone.
it was quite common for everyone but vernon to go out and play some badminton or basketball during these types of outings. he just wasnt a sports guy, and he was well loved despite his lack of participation. you'd occasionally join the guys, but would mostly hang back with vernon, which was what happened this time around. usually, you'd simply lounge around and watch a movie, but now that you were finally together, vernon decided to make better use of your alone time.
"are you sure we should be doing this?", you pulled away with a heavy breath, tilting your head back so vernon's lips could trail down your neck.
"it's fine, baby. they're all busy. they don't even believe we're dating, so they probably just think we're watching a movie," he explained as his hands attempted to get you to sit on his lap.
you didn't seem to need convincing as you slid over onto his lap, allowing his hands to guide your hips against his own. even through the pajamas you were wearing, he was sure you could feel his hardness under you.
"fuck, you're so fucking warm," he murmured as his hands went under your shirt, feeling up your warm skin and throwing it off in the process.
his lips went back to yours, groaning against you as your hips sped up against his own. easily frustrated, he laid you down, bringing down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh and leaving you in just your panties, adjusting his hardness so it'd grind itself perfectly against your clothed folds. the wetness seeping from your panties drove him insane with desire, but he couldn't stop grinding into you, growing easily obsessed with the stimulation. his lips had made their way back to your own, groaning endlessly against them while your hands pulled at his hair in a way that made his eyes cross.
"hmm, nonnie ..." you'd murmur every so often, making his resolve break little by little.
"fuck, is this okay, baby? just- wanna make you cum like this. i'll fuck you, i promise. just feel so fucking good like this," he groaned as you licked into his mouth, refusing to entertain any amount of separation.
eventually he reached down to your tits, tonguing at them like a starved man in search of his next meal. he was shameless in his desire for you, having wanted you for far too long and finally having you all to himself. no other thought occupied his mind at the moment. the touch and sight of your pretty body under his own was all his brain had the capacity of entertaining.
which was how neither of you noticed the boy suddenly intruding the scene, screaming in absolute shock at the nasty sight in front of him.
"oh my god?! you weren't lying?!"
what was even more unfortunate was how chan's yelling immediately alerted the rest of the members (or at least the nosier ones), leading to the door being filled by about seven spectators within seconds.
the only fortunate thing about the situation had been how fast vernon's protective instincts over you took over, covering you up with a blanket the moment he saw chan enter the room, preventing all the nosy men from having a peek at the nudity only vernon was allowed to see (and apparently chan too, as vernon had not noticed his presence until after the fact).
however, even as he covered you up, he left himself completely bare, having to take on all their shocked commentary whilst fully nude, barely able to pull up his boxers a few moments into their intrusion.
"no way, you're actually dating?!"
"either that or they took this joke a little far ..."
"man, channie's gonna be jacking off to this for ages."
"how the fuck did you score her??"
"do you guys want a third?"
these were only a few of the comments thrown at you and vernon within the first twenty seconds of the guys' presence in your room. however, to vernon it felt like a whole hour of scrutiny before he finally shook the shock off and began yelling at them to leave.
"get the fuck out! and never look at my girlfriend again!", he got up and began pushing them out as a few of them giggled at his anger whilst some others remained in shock at the situation.
in the meantime, you had pulled up the blanket over your head as you sat crisscross on the bed, likely too bashful to face the situation until your friends took their leave.
once vernon closed and locked the door, grabbing a pillow and throwing it outside for chan (who would not be allowed back in, by the way), vernon sped to your side, uncovering you, fully worried that you might be mad or petrified at what had just happened. to his surprise, you began laughing the moment you first made eye contact, causing vernon to furrow his eyebrows in question.
"baby, what the fuck? you find this funny?", he wasn't mad, but more so extremely confused.
"you got want you wanted, nonnie. there's no way to deny we're dating now," you grinned, crawling to sit on his lap again.
"god, i take it back. i'll never be able to fuck you again in peace. i was just about to cum, too."
"'was'?", you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning in closer, "you don't wanna anymore?", you tilted your head in fake curiosity.
"i mean-"
"they already know we're fucking. might as well have fun with it. right, nonnie?", you grinned.
chuckling at you, he couldn't help but agree with your horny logic. his boner was still half-there anyways.
"c'mere, baby."
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen#svt#seventeen oneshot#seventeen smut#svt smut#svt oneshot#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#svt scenarios#seventeen scenarios#vernon imagines#vernon scenarios#vernon fanfic#vernon smut#vernon x reader
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heaven - PIASTRI - final part
pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams + pinterest)
summary: on the 2 year anniversary of oscars first win in f1, everyoneâs favorite couple has a surprise
type: social media au (smau)
note: well this is it!! the final part to heaven!! this ending has always been the plan and im so pleased i can finally post it, this win has been a longgg time coming and i am super stoked for oscar!!! obviously not the best race (esp for mclaren fans) but we got through it and oscar won!!!! super duper proud of my mclaren boys and i cant wait to see many more 1-2 with them!!
i honestly cant believe this is the last part to this series, this was one of the first fics i ever posted and its crazy how far its come!! to this day i get notifs that people have found the first part to this series and it blows my mind how big this has gotten. i know ive been inactive for a long time but i hope by finally finishing this fic i will find love for creating fics again!!!! love u allđ©”
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two years ago my best friend asked me to marry him, i said yes immediately. how could i say no to spending the rest of my life with someone i love so deeply?
today marks 6 months of him being my husband and i feel so incredibly blessed to be able to call him that, to be able to say that someone i love, loves me back just as much
but today is also the anniversary of my boys first win, which seems crazy now that he has many more under his belt but its true, its been two years since that crazy day in hungary and one that changed us forever
i have grown so much in the time we have been together and im so pleased i was able to do it with you, osc. i love you forever and always!
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oscarpiastri my favorite foreverđ€
oscarpiastri marrying you was the best decision i have ever made
youruser my boyđđ
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i cant believe i get to call this gorgeous girl my wife, and iâll be able to do so for the rest of our lives
you had never shone as brightly as on our wedding day, however youve continued to shine ever so bright since and i hope it never goes away, seeing you happy and content makes me feel like the luckiest man alive
thank you for saying yes all those years ago and thank you for trusting me with your heart, ill love you forever and always
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youruser i love you so much osc
youruser you mean the world to me
landonorris congrats mate x
logansargeant i miss you guys :(
youruser we miss you too logie!!! weâll be home soon and we will take you to dinner!!
logansargeant oscarpiastri promise?
oscarpiastri we promise
georgerussell63 happy for you both!
frederikvestiofficial come back soon i think logans withering away
oscarpiastri heâll be fine for a few more daysđ
logansargeant nu huh!! i cant last much longerâčïž
user66 oh my god she looks gorgeous đ„čđ„č
oscarpiastri she is
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user6 im never getting over themâčïž
user91 THEYRE MARRIEDâčïžâčïžđđ
user10 remember when yn said they werent getting married yet because they still had so much growing to do,, look at them nowâčïž
user47 i feel like everyones being too calm, WE DIDNT EVEN KNOW THEY WERE ENGAGED?!?!!?!
user64 LIKE WHY ARE WE NOT MORE SHOCKED
user22 bcs they are written in the stars and we all knew this was going to happen!!! liked by youruser
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lewishamilton so happy for you mate, it was a gorgeous ceremonyđ
logansargeant my favorite people in the whole world
oscarpiastri we love you
logansargeant đ„čđ„č (i love you guys too)
youruser my boy forever and ever and ever
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landonorris you guysssđđ
youruser love you lan!!!!
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a story told in many partsđ
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pinned youruser to osc, my best friend, my love, my husband i will love you until the end of time. i will hold your hand through everything and more, until death do us part x
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White Hearts
pairing: Lando Norris x reader
warnings: none
a/n: took a while but here we go
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user2 whoâs party was it
user3 the roses đ„č
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user5 v aesthetic
user6 did anyone else post pics from the party???
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user7 oh so Carlos was there at least
user8 slaying
oscarpiastri had fun!
yourusername arenât u 12, were u even legally allowed to be there???
oscarpiastri uh
oscarpiastri Iâm 22
yourusername who brought u???
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user14 can they only talk in white hearts??? đ
user15 my dream aesthetic
oscarpiastri I know things
yourusername clearly not much
oscarpiastri what
user16 Oscar???
user17 Lando in the last pic â€ïž
danielricciardo very nice
yourusername donât talk
yourusername still mad at you
danielricciardo whatâd I do???
yourusername you brought a child to our party
danielricciardo heâs legal leave him alone
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user18 they're so adorable
user19 cuteeee
user20 whole lotta white recently đ€š
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user21 wtf is Charles doing đ
user22 why has she been posting white so much???
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user23 the white hearts r actually going to drive me insane
user24 I have to know what these posts mean
user25 cute
logansargeant fun party
yourusername I already knew you were there
logansargeant rly???
yourusername yeah and I also know Oscar made you comment this so I'd reply
logansargeant but ur cool with me tho right
yourusername yea sure, idc
oscarpiastri why does he get a pass??!!!
yourusername American kids get a pass
user26 at this point y/n has to be doing it to annoy Oscar đ
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user27 âweekendâ theyâve been gone for a month lol
user28 the white againâŠ
user29 is there some kind of party happening or something
user30 why
user31 a bunch of drivers have posted stuff about them traveling to what looks like this place today
user32 oh yeah must be some kind of get together
user33 where r they
user34 beautiful
oscarpiastri see you soon đ
yourusername man gets invited to one party and starts cheesing
oscarpiastri I just miss you guys
yourusername why do you think weâre doing this dinner???
oscarpiastri so you admit you care about my feelings
yourusername never said that
oscarpiastri love you too
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user36 and itâs in Italy⊠itâs giving destination engagement, heâs just proposed
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yourusername since oscar canât keep a secret, hereâs some wedding pictures. Iâm so happy to have even met Lando and forever grateful that I get to spend the rest of my life with him đ€
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user38 ????
user39 ur kidding
user40 wtf???
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oscarpiastri âŠ.
yourusername Iâm not talking to you anymore
oscarpiastri secrets are hard đ
yourusername whyâd you think you didnât find out about the engagement until the wedding
oscarpiastri I thought that was the same for everyone????
yourusername just you and Danny
danielricciardo ???
user42 married!?
user43 omg sheâs so beautiful
maxverstappen congrats!
yourusername your wedding gift should be a Lando race win
yourusername would also accept: private jet
maxverstappen how about you stick with the car I bought you
yourusername fair enough tbh
user44 I almost forgot how rich they all are and then I saw that max got y/n a car as a wedding gift and I suddenly remembered
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Hot tub time Ù©(ËáË*)Ù
Ellie x reader modern au/slice of life
I have a hot tub but we need to get it fixed. Iâm literally so eager so I wrote this LMAO. I LOVE SLICE OF LIFE ELLIE X READER SM!! Expect a bunch more, I have so many ideas written downđ Im so sappy grrrr,,, I already wrote kinky ass sex so hereâs soft sex for u guysđ
C/w: smut lol. Ellie + reader have their own house YAHOO! A bit of fluff in this one >âą<. Au but Joel is still dead đ. Heâs mentioned like once. Cunnilingusđ (r! Receiving) I feel so awkward using y/n like seriously and unironically ahhhh.
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âIâm actually so fucking bored Iâm gonna gouge my eyes out.â
You scoff and roll your eyes. Ellie is always so damn dramatic. You glance over and sheâs pretending to pull her hair out, large fistfuls in each hand.
You playfully shove her, âOkay, shut up Ellie.â And you both laugh. It was winter, and she was right⊠sadly. There was nothing to do during this time of year. Well, besides stay in and cuddle. The only problem was.. youâve already done that. You two were both off work for the holidays, and youâve already spent the wholeeeee vacation laying in bed together, so you guessed that Ellie wanted to do something a little more active.
âWanna play Mario kart? I think the switch is in the bedroom.â You try suggesting, absentmindedly rubbing her leg.
âNah,â she stretches her arms out on the couch, âSomethinâ more like physical yknow. Gotta keep these pretty muscles toned.â She winks at you, and you roll your eyes.
âYouâre actually such a gym rat, you should just live there at this point.â You smirk to yourself, examining your nails.
âMaybe if I did I wouldnât constantly trip on all the shit you leave around here.â Ellie remarks back, lightly kicking you on the knee.
âHey, I keep it pretty clean considering we both share a room, thank you very much.â You cross your arms and huff.
Ellie gasps and starts kicking you more, so you yelp and start shoving her away. Suddenly she stops, holding out both her hands. âHoly fuck, babe. Yknow what I forgot about?â
âHuh.â
âHot tub.â
You sit up at lighting speed, âOH DAMN YOURE RIGHT!â You actually canât believe you forgot about that thing. You try to remember the last time you even used it.. must have been last summer. The hot tub was one of things that youâre OBSESSED with at first, but then you use it one too many times and you forget about it for a couple months. And then the cycle continues.
Ellie leaps off the couch and bolts down the hall. âGET YOUR SWIMSUIT ON WE ARE GOING IN!!â
~
You come outside and see Ellie lifting up the top of the hot tub. The whole things underneath a roof outside, so thereâs not much snow in the porch where you two are standing, but itâs still really cold. You look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, itâs been a little over an hour since you two had dinner. Delicious deer soup that Ellie made from when she went hunting a couple days ago. You always said that if Ellie was stuck in a post apocalyptic world, she would survive.
You suddenly remember the cold air hitting you, breaking you out of your thoughts of your girlfriend. You shiver, and pull the robe youâre wearing tighter around your body. You glance over at Ellie still messing with the top of the hot tub. All Ellieâs wearing is her classic swimsuit: plain black top and swim shorts. Her tattoo flexes as she finally pops the top off and turns the hot tub on.
You jump up and down in your slippers, trying to move to stay warm. âEllieeee how much longer?â
She reaches down into the water and starts poking around at the buttons and jets. âHold your horses, y/n, I gotta check all the filters n shit. Havenât used this in a hot minute.â
âMmmm I know but itâs cold.â You groan in protest. You know damn well youâre being a brat, but you swear youâre not built for any weather too hot or too cold.
âWell you wanna shut up and help me? Make it go by faster..â She looks up at you and you shake your head vigorously. âYeah thasâ what I thought.â She smirks at you.
After what felt like foreverrrrr in the cold, Ellie turns the jets on and says you can hop in. Thereâs steam coming off the water as it hits the cold air. You can barley wait, youâre hyping the hot tub up in your mind. Itâs something that feels like a luxury to you. The only thing that can make you stop thinking about your precious hot tub is your precious Ellie. You look up at her and get butterflies, even though you two have been dating for about 2 years now. She looks soooo beautiful, just standing there, folding up the tarp from the tub. You shake your head, thinking itâs so damn stupid to be drooling over your girlfriend whoâs literally just standing there, doing the most mundane possible thing.
Some snow falls on top of your head so you brush it off. Itâs getting too cold for you. You lick your lips, turning around to shed your rob, youâre still slightly shy undressing in front of Ellie, even though youâre still in a swimsuit. You hang your cute pink robe up on the hook where the towels you brought out are.
Turning back around to head into the tub, you see Ellie with her back towards you, messing around with the water guns from last summer. You check her out unapologetically, looking at her ass before you snap into reality again and take your slippers off to step into the hot tub. The hot water feels like it burns your skin, compared to the cold winter air. You take a couple minutes slowly sliding more of your body deeper into the water.
Ellie turns around, with one water gun still in her hand. âFeel alright, babe? Not too hot?â
You sink in deeper, up to your neck, âMm feels good.â And then rise up again slowly, âCome in, Els. Iâm gettinâ bored in here.â
âOh yeah?â She closes one eye and lifts up the gun, suddenly shooting a short stream of cold ass water at you. âNot so bored now, huh?â She laughs and walks closer to you.
Your jaw drops and you scream when the water hits you, âELLIEEEEE WHAT THE FUCKKKK!â
âWhat?â She fakes a pout, lowering the water gun. âI told you I gotta keep these muscles in good shape, right?â
Before you can retort, sheâs already getting in the hot tub. âGod, shove over. Iâm freezing.â She accidentally splashes you as sheâs hastily getting in.
âEllieeeee! Donât splash me! >~<â you whine, but she just laughs, and this time splashes you on purpose. You sigh dramatically at all her antics.
She doesnât reply, and just sinks in deeper, and you take no shame in watching her stretch her body out. Ellie groans slightly at the hot water enveloping her body. You sigh and blink at her, watching her eyebrows furrow. She slowly leans her head back against the headrest of the hot tub. You swear sheâs egging you on, because she moans softly, giving you the perfect view of her neck, which she knows is your favorite place to kiss her. Suddenly, Ellie opens her eyes and says something that breaks you out of the trance youâve had all day, âYou keep lookinâ at me. Whatâs goinâ on?â
You let yourself float away from her in the water ever so slightly, âNothing. Iâm not looking at you.â
âYknow I can like,,, feel your eyes burning into my back whenever you stare at me.â
You cover your face with your hands and
face away from her. She laughs to herself. She finds it so cute you still get flustered around her even after all this time youâve been together.
âThatâs too bad because Iâm reallyyyy not looking at you.â
Instead of a snarky remark back, Ellieâs abnormally silent. You slowly bring your hands down to face her again, and sheâs just looking at you with this look in her eyes. You think itâs somewhere in between concern and contemplation. âYou trust me, right?â She says softly, after a few moments. Youâre surprised, this is probably the quietest Ellieâs ever been with you.
âOf course I do. Whatâs wrong, Ellie?â Her tone is completely different than what youâre used to. This only happens on the rare occasion you guys have a disagreement. Or when you talk about something serious.
âJusâ donât want you thinking Iâm gonna leave you.â She says, almost ashamed. Sheâs fidgeting with her fingers like how she always does, and avoiding your gaze.
You laugh softly. âWere youâŠ.. going to?â You can feel your heart rate speeding up.
Ellieâs eyes widen, âNo. no no no.â She sighs, slowly, taking a few moments to collect her thoughts. âI get scared thinking about the future.â She mutters.
You look up at her. You knew Ellie gets scared. Of course she does. When she told you about Joel dying on what, your second date, you knew sheâs not as⊠sturdy.. as she pretends to be sometimes. But that was in the past, and to hear Ellie admit she is worried about her own life ahead of her.. honestly made you surprised.
âLike.. I just want you to know that Iâm always gonna be here for you.â She looks so concerned, like she might cry if you guys talk about this for any longer. Sheâs still looking down, trying to make herself smaller.
âOh, Ellie.â You raise your hand up and softly tilt her chin to look at you. âI know. Okay? And nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Or me. Or us.â
She looks into your eyes for a second, before she gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans in, and kisses you.
The kiss is as soft as sheâs been talking - all emotion and thought as her lips move slowly against yours. She puts her hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You sigh into the kiss. She was so tender with you right now. You were so used to fervent and desperate make out sessions with her. Not that that was bad, at all, but you didnât realize how nice of a change this was until it was happening. You grab her waist, pulling her in closer to you. All of her is so soft and warm against you: her lips, tattooed arm, thighs.. and not just because you two were in the hot tub.
She pulls away to look at you, and you want to melt from the look on her face. She looks like sheâs actually in heaven.
âI really love you.â
You smile softly at her, tracing over her tattoo lightly with your finger. âI love you too.â You pull her back into a kiss. After a couple more minutes, sheâs more intent with her movements, like how she usually is. Sheâs not afraid to run her hands over your thighs and squeeze you nipple under your swimsuit.
You gasp at the sudden contact, and moan a little into her mouth.
She pulls away, âCmon, baby. Need more of that.â and kisses you again, almost immediately licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Sheâs not as soft anymore, back to her usual self wanting to make you moan in pleasure as she works your body. You donât even try fighting for dominance, just letting her tongue dance around yours as she pleases.
âEllieâŠâ is all you have to say, and she understands, shifting her position to let you have more of her. You want to press yourself down onto her, and please you both at the same time. You lift your legs up, trying to hook them around her, but you start floating away in the water. Youâre not even going fast, itâs so comical how slow the jets are pushing you. You snort and reach out to grab Ellieâs hand.
âOhmygod!â Ellie starts laughing and she grabs your hand, âCanât exactly scissor in the water, I guess.â You blush and scoff at how forward she can be.
âCmere. Letâs get ya propped up.â
You untie the knots on you bikini bottoms to take them off, tossing them somewhere youâll pick up later. She grabs your hand and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, on one of the corners so you donât lean back and fall off. She brings your arm down to her face, and kisses you on the back of the hand. You smile and giggle. You swear you feel like a little girl again. Youâre a princess and Ellie is your prince. You glance up at the sky - the sun is setting. An array of orange and pinks.
Ellieâs below you, turning down the jets of the tub a little, and getting into her favorite position: right between your thighs. You really couldnât ask for a more perfect fantasy if you tried.
âThis okay?â She asks, lightly rubbing your thigh with her thumb.
âYes,â you breathe out, âplease, Ellie.â
From where she is, youâre practically a goddess towering above her. You feel powerful and confident, and fucking desperate, wanting Ellie to just devour you already.
Ellie only hums in response before kissing your clit. You gasp sharply, you swear no matter how many times she eats you out you could never get used to the heavenly feeling. Her tongue starts lapping you up, and you moan loudly. You silently thank the neighbors for never being outside late during the winter, and that the hot tub is reasonably private, so no one can see you.
Maybe itâs just the cold frigid night air in comparison to Ellieâs warm, wet mouth, but you swear this is some of the best head sheâs ever given you. Ellie never stopped licking and kissing at your clit - eventually she didnât know if you were shaking from the sex or shivering because of the cold, but either way, she could tell from the volume of your moans that you werenât going to last much longer.
âMmmmmm- gonna cum soon..â
Ellie just nods, her face still buried into you. You can feel her cute little nose bumping up against you, and both her hands are up on your knees, spreading your thighs open for her.
She knows youâre close when you start whimpering and gasping for air.
âOhmygod ohmygod Ellie,, fuck- youâre gonna make me cum..â
As soon as you warn her youâre throwing your head back, and your hips snap up as your orgasm takes over you. She keeps licking you clean until your breathing slows and you let yourself sink back down into the hot water.
You canât even think of anything to say, so you grab Ellieâs arm and wrap it around you, as a way to ask her to cuddle you.
âAlways such a cuddle bug after you cum..â Ellie mutters, mostly to herself, as she rests her head on yours.
You just chuckle and look up into the sky as the sun finally sets. You sigh in and out the cold winter air. Ellie kisses the top of your head, whispering one more âI love youâ as she pulls you closer into her arms.
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Emergency Contact
Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary: Frankie gets in trouble and this is the last time you're helping him. At least that's what you tell yourself.
Warnings: angst, smut, post break up, mentions of drug/alchol use/abuse, military ptsd, frankie on a downward spiral and needs to get his shit together, emotional smut because I had to, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, frankie is literally this emoji -> đ„ș the whole time
w/c: 6.8K
a/n: part of @iamasaddie writing challenge 2.0!!! I picked puppy eyes brown and my genre was angst with the prompt: "Tell me how to fix this." And guys listen. I literally never write angst Iâm such a softy but I tried my best with this okay! and I obviously had to include some smut I just couldn't resist hehehe. Also thank u to my baby love @undrthelights for finding theses pics and for everything else you do :) enjoy!
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You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain. But then heâs against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath. âJust one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."
The vibrations of your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you from a deep slumber, your heart is already pounding at the sudden noise, the rest of your body slow and sluggish as you try to gain your bearings.Â
You paw for your phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen when you find it. A call from a number you don't recognize. You debate letting it go to voicemail but the area code is local and that makes you pick up, a raspy Hello? leaving your mouth as you roll over in bed, glancing at the clock.Â
2:13 am.
The sound of your name crackles down the line, the immediately recognizable voice causing your heart to plummet to your ass. Â
"Frankie?" You ask, sleep quickly leaving you as tension takes its place.
"...Yeah, sorry, IâŠI didn't know who else to call." His voice is frail and pinched.
You don't have to ask him what's wrong, your brain already piecing the puzzle together You've been in this exact position before. The anger is already starting to creep in, your brow furrowed and stomach twisting as a familiar rage blooms in your chest.
"You couldn't have called anyone else?"
You know the answer is no. The rest of the boys are on a mission, leaving him behind after he failed on his promise to stay clean for long enough to get cleared to go. And now, youâve fallen victim to that decision too,being the only person left to call whenever he finds himself without a leg to stand on. Frankie in trouble, you bailing him out. Just like normal.Â
"I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you I just..." he takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm at the station on Oak street. Can you maybe... pick me up?"
You close your eyes and take a moment to compose yourself and reign in the anger at the way he's gotten under your skin already.
"What did you do this time, Frankie?"
He's quiet for a second before he finally says, "DUI. And um, slightly resisting arrest? Itâs uh, itâs my first one and I didnât blow too high so theyâre letting me go as long as I show up for court in a few days."
His voice is soft but you can hear him fighting back emotion, his voice cracking and straining under the pressure. the sound eliciting sympathy you desperately wish you didn't feel.
"Jesus, Frankie," you sigh, defeated already.
It shouldn't even faze you at this point. It should be expected given the path he's fallen down since his return home from their last mission 3 months ago. The Frankie you knew before he left had been a steady force. Protective, headstrong but soft in his demeanor, so sweet and full of love. The man now standing in his shoes still holds some traits of that Frankie, but they've all been scarred and tainted with his fall from grace.
Memories of the nights spent tucked in his bed, his arms around you, his hands buried in your hair come flooding back like they usually do. The sound of his laugh, the feel of the downy hairs on his forearm pressed against your skin and the steady thrum of his pulse under his jaw as you placed kisses against his neck. The words you would speak softly to one another in the early hours of the morning, secrets only shared with each other under the protection of black velvet night sky.Â
All of it traded for bitter resentment and anger towards a version of the man that was ripped away from you.
When he was gone, youâd sleep in his shirts and on his pillow, clinging to the faded scent of his cologne as your brain conjured up ghost touches from his fingertips. Dreaming of the day that he'd come home, how he might touch you, and kiss you, the taste of his lips and the feel of his skin on yours. A reunion so deeply desired that the day after he returned was a sharp double edged sword - a blessing, and a curse. The Frankie that walked back in your life was broken, smothered with the weight of the innocent lives on his hands.Â
Warmth and tenderness traded for stony silence. Nights now spent at the bar, warming himself up with vodka instead of your embrace. Fights ending in harsh words and raised voices as he stubbornly dug his heels in deep, too ashamed to admit he needed help. Staying out late with no warning and coming back at dawn smelling of smoke, weed, and liquor. You are always wondering where he went, who he was with, if he was safe, or if heâd found someone else to soothe the pain.Â
Then the coke. An old habit that was kicked to the curb in his earlier years now back with a vengeance. Your ultimatum quickly following.
This or you.
A choice you prayed he'd be strong enough to make, but was clearly not.
And now here you are. Two months since you walked away, trying to convince yourself it was for the best. The majority of the last two months of his life is a mystery to you, which you've accepted is probably for the better.Â
"I know," he finally replies. "I'm so sorry baby, you know I..."
You can almost hear the way his jaw snaps shut, three words catching on his tongue. You don't need to ask to know what the next words are. Tonight was not the first time he's tried to use them in a vain attempt to patch up a crack in the foundation of your crumbling relationship.
Thereâs nothing but silence on the line as a war wages within you. Part of you wants to believe that heâs the selfish, careless man that heâs recently proven himself to be. But your heart whispers in your ear a softer notion. He's scared. Fragile. Battered. Embarrassed. Alone.
With a heavy sigh, you run your hand down your face in a feeble attempt to wipe away some of the grogginess clinging to you.
"I'll be there in 20," you say.
There's a pause before he speaks, "Really?"
Always an air of disbelief.
"Yes. But this is the last time I'm doing this Frankie, I mean it,"
"I know, I... thank you."
You don't bother to reply, simply hanging up the phone as the heaviness of this final gesture sets in. The gravity of the situation, of the line you're about to cross, already threatening to consume you.
This will, without a shadow of a doubt, be the last time you show up to save Frankieâs ass.Â
At least thatâs what you tell yourself. Just like you told yourself the last time this happened and the time before that. But this time will be different. You'll set new boundaries. That's it, just ride this storm one final time and be done.
You know itâs a lie, one you desperately want to believe it.
___
Heâs standing outside the doors of the small station, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising and dissipating in the still night air. He looks up as he hears the engine of your car approaching, the red glow of his cigarette temporarily highlighting the deep frown on his lips as he takes one last drag before he flicks the butt aside and heads your way.
The anxiety radiating off of him is tangible as he drops into the passenger's seat, gently shutting the door and peering at you with wide puppy dog eyes full of shame. You don't look at him, focusing on backing out of the parking spot before pulling onto the road.
He picks at the skin around his thumb and bounces his leg, his jaw tight. You wonder how long heâs been at the station. How long heâs been sober. Youâre still not sure if he entirely is right now.
Most of the ride is silent save for the hum of your engine and the clicks of your turn signal. His eyes never leave you, he can feel him boring a hole in your profile, trying to catch your eye as you watch the road.
"What?" you finally snap.
"Nothing, just...I was wondering if I could stay with you tonight. I can sleep on the couch, IâŠI donât really want to be alone right now" he speaks so softly it makes your stomach lurch.
"Absolutely not."
"Please? I'll leave early in the morning, by the time you wake up I'll be long gone."
The rage is back, glowing red hot in your chest, fingernails digging into the leather of the steering wheel, your knuckles white and tense. How fucking dare he ask.Â
"Absolutely. Fucking. Not," your grit your teeth with each word, biting off the end of the sentence with a sharp finality.
"Right. Okay."
Silence takes over once again, your heart slamming against your chest, heat crawling up your neck as your cheeks grow red and damp. No. No. Absolutely fucking not. Absolutely not.
Frankie leans his head back against the headrest and rolls it to the side to watch you again. You can feel the disappointment radiating off him, hear him sniffling, his eyes, big and glassy, pleading when you glance over at him.Â
It would be a lie to tell yourself that your âplanâ isn't already halfway out the window as your jaw clenches and your gaze ping pongs between the road ahead and the man beside you. Deep in the darkness of your soul you know that with Frankie is where your comfort lies. Itâs tucked in the space between his ribs, squished alongside his heart and lungs, running the length of his spine and settling between each vertebrae. You worry you may never be able to completely dislodge it, unsure if it would ever fit anywhere else in any other person.
Maybe it would be easier if Frankie didn't fill up the cracks in your heart with the fractured parts of his. If he didn't take up room in your brain that's not his to own, if he didnât crawl under your skin and take root into your DNA. Now every cell in your body knows what it feels like to be next to him, now programmed to cry out for his presence when he isnât near.
And itâs no different now. Heâs here, looking so pathetic itâs almost laughable, staring at you with tears sliding down his cheeks that glisten in the glow of the headlights passing you by. Crying over something thatâs entirely his fault. You should be the one crying right now. Not him.Â
So you do.Â
Hot angry tears spilling over your lash line. Though you canât decide who youâre more upset with. The man who drank himself out of your life, or yourself for falling for him once again in spite of it all. Either way, itâs not enough to convince yourself to stay firm in your decision.Â
Fucking pathetic. Both of you.Â
âYouâre out first thing in the morning and then Iâm done Frankie. I fucking mean it this time, we can't keep doing this to each other."
âOkay. I promise baby, I will. First thing, I promise." He replies quietly.Â
Your hand flinches with the urge to reach over and slap him for calling you baby. But instead, you clench your jaw and you shake your head at him.
"Donât call me that, Frankie."
He quickly nods his head in understanding, his eyes again facing forward as he wipes away the wetness from his cheeks, watching the road the rest of the way to your house.Â
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Neither of you move once the car is parked in your driveway. The silence is heavy, cut only by the tick of the engine slowly cooling once you remove the keys from the ignition. You chance a look at him and find him picking at his thumb once more, his face red, his eyes soft and timid when they meet yours.Â
âTell me what happened, Frankie?âÂ
You ask even though you donât really want to know.Â
Frankie sucks in a breath and scrubs a hand down his face.Â
"I got into a fight at the bar, got kicked out, made the dumb fucking decision to try and drive home and...now I'm here," he laughs mirthlessly as he waves his hands as a vague gesture to you, your house, his current situation. You can't tell if he's telling you the whole story, his answer simple and devoid of context. The context youâre sure wouldn't be good for you to know.Â
âYou couldâve killed someone, Frankie. yourself included,â you say after a few beats, your voice comes out sharp, frustration bleeding in each syllable.
He slowly nods as huffs out a breath.
"I know... it was stupid, and I was an idiot I...shit I was really careless and not thinking straight Iâm sorry. I'm really sorry I-"
"I mean seriously Frankie,â you snap, cutting him off. âDo you ever, I mean ever, think about anyone but yourself? Or has it genuinely never crossed your mind that your shit might possibly affect the people around you?"
Frankie opens his mouth, eyebrows furrowed as he's about to respond. You donât give him a chance to.Â
"How many more times are you going to take advantage of me, make me look like a fucking dumbass always showing up to rescue you? Why am I always the one covering for you, taking your crap, cleaning up your messes, only to have you throw it right back in my fucking face, every single time!"
Your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, chest heaving with each word that flies from your mouth. Two months worth of bitterness bubbling up from deep down, spilling over and cascading down your face in the form of frustrated tears.
"When did you become so fucking selfish, Francisco?!"
Hearing his full name fall from your lips spurs Frankie on, the last of his shards of resolve flying away as his walls come down.
"I don't fucking know okay?! I don't fucking know!" You flinch at the rise in his voice and his tone stings. But it's how quickly he follows up with a softer, feeble excuse that adds fuel to the fire, "I'm doing the best I can."
That does it for you. Hot searing molten rage pulses under the skin of your face, the tips of your ears hot with blood.
"Doing the best you can? The best you fucking can, Frankie? Fucking bullshit! Getting into bar fights, spending all your money on booze and blow, losing your fucking pilot license because you were too coked up to see straight? Was losing your driver's license just putting your best foot forward? Throwing your whole life away just because you refuse to get clean? Is that really the best you can do?"
You pause and swallow, giving Frankie a second to take it all in, letting him process the onslaught of scalding truths you've thrown at him, before you quietly continue,
"I can't keep doing this, Frankie. I just can't."
He sniffs and shakes his head in what appears to be defeat, his gaze fixed on his hands folded in his lap.Â
âI know...fuck. I know Iâve fucked up alright? I know that. I just don't know how to fix this," he admits quietly, his wide eyes watching you helplessly. âTell me how. Tell me how I can fix this. Please."
You bark out a laugh, sarcastic and cynical.
"Are you serious right now? What do you mean you donât know what to do? How many times did I help you try to find a therapist, try to get you into a program? How many times did I suggest AA? Don't fucking tell me you don't know what to do because you do."
He nods, shifting around in the seat, sniffling yet again as he looks back at you. "Okay, okay. I get it, okay? But what can I do right now? To fix this at least for tonight?"
You sigh, deep and heavy, your entire body now just exhausted. You half wish he would put up more of a fight, call you a bitch, snap back at you for going off on him. Maybe itâd make it easier for you to let him go. But instead, he looks at you with desperate eyes and you can feel your resolve crumbling once again.Â
"Just forget it, Frankie.â
But he wonât give up that easily. The man is persistent, youâll give him that.Â
"I'm serious. Tell me what I need to do right now to fix this. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?"
You stare back at him, jaw clenched, biting back the next words you were about to speak. They die on the edge of your tongue. You know the answer is.
Not a single damn thing.
"Look, I'll try harder, I fucking promise alright?â His tone becomes more frantic as your silence stretches on. âIâll fucking try harder, please just...please," Frankie pleads, more tears welling in his eyes.
Your throat is tight, your head spinning and aching as your blood roars in your ears. He's already taken enough, stealing more would simply be the end of you. Giving in now would mean you've swallowed the bait, falling hook line and sinker into his trap, stepping back onto the slippery slope you've fought so hard to escape. And for what? More heartache, more bullshit excuses, more fighting, more pain?
But one glance into his wide-eyed, watery gaze and you know he's got you. Again. Faster than you can tell your mind no, your heart, foolish and hopeful, speaks for you instead.
"Lets just get some sleep, okay? It's late. We can...we can figure it out tomorrow."
"Thank you," he whispers immediately, relief coming off of him in waves. "I really mean it, I-thank you, I promise Iâllââ
âCan we not talk anymore Frankie? I just wanna go to sleep."
"Yeah. I'm sorry, letâs go."
There's nothing left to say, washing over the two of you as you make your way inside. You give him a towel and dig up some of his old clothes that live in the back of your closet from when he was here almost every night. You're back in bed before heâs done with his shower, tucked underneath the covers with your face pressed against your pillow, the silk fabric soaking up your tears of sadness and frustration.
The water shuts off and you can hear him getting settled in the living room. A pillow being fluffed, the creak of the couch when he sits.Â
And then soft footsteps on the hardwood 5 minutes later, padding their way into your room.
He doesnât knock. He doesnât bother speaking either. He just simply creaks open the door and walks over to the other side of the bed, peeling back the covers before slipping into bed beside you.Â
You should scream at him, yell at him. Tell him to get the fuck out, fight him tooth and nail to prevent him from worming his way back into your heart, to avoid anymore pain.Â
But then heâs against you, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling together under the blankets. He slips an arm around your waist, the other underneath you, pulling you against him tighter as he nuzzles into your neck, burying his face into your hair and takes a deep breath.
âJust one more night" he whispers. "Please. Just let me have one more night."
You donât have any fight left in you. Because at the end of the day, a night spent wrapped up in his arms, inhaling his scent, touching his skin and his beating heart is worth a thousand fights. And a million shattered dreams.
You donât answer him, but you donât tell him to leave either. Instead, you block out any looming thoughts, the impending worry of where this could go, or how bad the damage will be. For now, you chose to focus on the rise and fall of Frankie's breath against your skin, the way you fit so perfectly into his arms.Â
One more night.
Frankie presses a kiss into the back of your neck, repeating his previous sentiment in a rough scratchy whisper, "Just one more."
And you listen to it resonate, bouncing around the walls in your head and tickling the space behind your eardrums.
Inhale
Exhale.
You should want to fight.
But instead, your body melts his, molding your bones and flesh against his, fitting into all the creases and gaps that have been carved out and reserved just for you.Trying to forget, to bury this pain as deep as possible,. Just for tonight.Â
He waits a few more minutes, waiting until your breathing levels out with his before he makes his next move. His fingers trace mindless patterns on the skin of your stomach, goosebumps erupting under his fingertips, rippling outwards like a rock being tossed in a pond. He leans in once more, slowly dragging his nose up the length of your neck and curling his lip to press another kiss behind your ear. Then another.
And then another, this time lingering as he sucks softly on your skin.
Inhale.
You close your eyes, hoping for anything but this, yet feeling the sting of arousal spark below your skin.
And exhale.Â
Youâre better than this. You wonât stoop down to his level, you wonât let him chew you up and spit you out again.
But fuck, his lips are soft and warm, so is the breath as he exhales against your neck, lightly swiping his tongue and soothing the faint red mark he left behind with a small little hum.
âFrankie..." You warn, albeit much more breathless and weak than you would have liked.Â
âTell me to stop and I will," he murmurs, his beard gently grazing your sensitive skin, causing your toes to curl.
You take another deep breath, but this one is shaky, as you can't help but tighten your grip around his hand, squeezing his fingers as you lean your neck to the side, exposing more of your soft skin to him.
Dead in his trap. Caught so fucking easily. Pathetic.
But if his teeth and lips and tongue and soft, gentle touches are how you go down, then so fucking be it.
He hums his appreciation against your skin, scraping his teeth down to your shoulder, latching his mouth on a spot and sucking harder. Strong, callused fingers continue exploring, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to give him permission.
He rolls his hips forward against your ass and you bite your lip to stifle the whimper at how hard he is against you, his soft grunts in your ear traveling straight between your legs and fanning the flames building.
Then suddenly, he's sliding his hand up your shirt, squeezing your waist and traipsing over your chest until heâs cradling the weight of your breast in his palm, his thumb slowly brushing over your peaked nipple, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to moan out loud.
A small gasp escapes you instead, your fingernails digging into the back of his hand.Â
"Frankie."
This time not a warning. Itâs a plea. A desperate, burning want that you should be ashamed of.Â
He murmurs into the shell of your ear then, his tone is deep and scratchy.Â
âI miss you...I need you, baby. Just tell me to stop if you want. But I... fuck I miss you so much."
You don't tell him to stop.
You roll your hips back instinctively, a warm wave of arousal washing over you at the feeling Frankie's hardened length pressed firmly against your ass. He grunts in satisfaction as his palm slides from your chest and up your throat to your jaw. His grip is gentle as he turns your head to face him, his lips against yours without missing a beat.Â
Itâs too easy to fall right back into him, back into the practiced, very well rehearsed routine. To let him glide his tongue along the seam of your lips and coax them open so he can lick into your mouth, getting the taste of his tongue stuck behind your teeth. Too easy to let him remind you just how easily you fit in the palm of his hand, how tightly youâre wound around his finger.Â
He kisses you fervently, desperately almost, lips and tongue moving against yours as though heâs trying to devour you whole, just like he used to. Heâs been starving for too long.But right now, he's finally found nourishment, the feeling of your body under his hands and the taste of you on his tongue feeding his soul. Wanting more. Always more, entirely unable to help himself.
âWanna make you feel good,â he murmurs, his mouth half a centimeter away from yours. âLet me make you feel good baby, please.â
As if you could say no.
As if you even wanted to.
He pushes his leg between yours, thick, firm muscle under warm skin pressing against your clothed core and you answer him with a roll of your hips, seeking out any sort of friction you can.Â
It takes less than half a second for him to have you flipped over on your back. When Frankie truly wants something, he does it quickly and efficiently.
He moves above you, licking and kissing a trail down your neck. He makes his way down your body, greedily nipping at the skin stretched over your collarbones. He swirls his tongue over each nipple, only moving on when heâs satisfied. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses to your ribs and your tummy just above your navel, his beard tickling skin, making it twitch under his mouth.Â
Your body is cooperating far more than it should, your hips lifting up instinctually when he hooks his fingers into the elastic of your panties, your thighs automatically parting further, and your hands migrating to his head. Your fingers tangle in his soft curl, your nails softly scratching his scalp just like you know he likes.Â
And when his tongue drags up your thigh you have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the reactive moan. But your back arches with pleasure anyway, the last bit of your resolve evaporating into thin air as you give into him freely. Â
His hands burn hot where they smooth over your skin, a comforting weight and a familiar drag of calloused palms fueling the fire and tightening the coil in your stomach.Â
âMissed you so much,â he whispers, his breath fanning over your pussy before you feel the first stroke of his flat tongue up through your center.
This time, you're not strong enough to hold back the breathless mewl that leaves your mouth. You immediately push down on his head while simultaneously canting your hips upward, needing more friction, dying for more of everything he's willing to offer. He slides his arms underneath you and hooks his hand over your hip bones, holding you down and keeping you in place as he tries to find salvation between your thighs.
Heavy breaths through his nose as he uses his mouth, lips and tongue working in tandem to take you apart. Lapping and sucking at your clit while his fingertips nudge at your entrance, dipping just enough to tease, waiting until he hears the high pitched whimpers that he's after.
And when you've reached that level of desperation he wants from you, whimpering and panting, he slowly dips a finger in.
He moans along with you as though he's the one experiencing the pleasure. He's always gotten off on this almost just as much as you. The warm, slick slide of his fingers in and out of you, how you gush on his tongue, your thighs trembling on either side of his head, the tingle of his scalp when you tug on his hair.
More addictive than any substance he's ever found solace in.
And against your better knowledge, you're more than happy to indulge him, let him chase the high you give him and let yourself drown in it as well.
Your back arches off the bed as he adds another finger, grunting into you and thrusting faster as you tighten and flutter around them. He finds the spot he's looking for with practiced ease, whimpering into you and groaning along with you as he drags his fingers back and forth along the spot that has you bucking your hips into his hand.Â
He knows how to get you there. Knows how to do it fast. And right now, that's what he wants. He's craved it too long, spent far too many nights with his hand wrapped around his leaking cock your name on the tip of his tongue as he fucked up into his own hand. He wants to hear you fall apart again, feel you coming on his tongue, your walls clenching as they try to suck his fingers in deeper. Wantsto know that he hasn't ruined absolutely everything between the two of you.
"Come on baby, lemme feel you,â he urges, voice deep and rough as he brings you to the edge. His mouth, licking and sucking at your clit, works in perfect rhythm with his fingers, sliding in and out, crooking them at the exact angle and speed he knows will get you there.Â
"Please, Frankie...need toâ fuck, I'm..." Coherent words evade you as he works you towards your peak, your breath stuttering as you struggle to keep air in your lungs. Your grip tightens in his hair, tugging roughly in an effort to ground yourself as the wave of euphoria starts to crest, the undercurrent pulling you down.Â
Frankie growls in approval as you tighten around his fingers, all your muscles tensing as the sensation crashes into you. Your mind and body shut off and float into that sweet state of oblivion as Frankie's name falls from your lips, mixed in with a litany of profanity and slurs and choked back moans. He doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down until you're yanking on his hair hard enough for it to hurt, trying to wiggle away from his touch.
Frankie raises his head up and locks eyes with you, the tip of his nose, beard, and cheeks shiny with your arousal as he looks up at you through his dark, heavy lidded lashes.
"Want you so bad," he sighs, breathless and needy, crawling up your body and resting his weight on his elbows on either side of your head. He kisses you again, soft and sweet as if he has the right, tasting yourself on his tongue.Â
You whimper into the kiss and hook a leg over his hip to pull his hips towards you. His cock strains almost painfully in his boxers when he grinds it against you, your warm arousal dampening the front of the fabric.
"Gonna let me baby?" He rasps when he moves to your neck, his teeth scraping sensitive flesh.
You both already know he's won. You're not even putting up a fight at this point, any dignity you thought you had left totally abandoned the moment you picked up the phone. But he asks anyway, needing the verbal affirmation, needing the confirmation that you want him as badly as he needs you.
And you can't lie.You're both equally weak and vulnerable. Two pathetic, heartbroken creatures chasing a temporary relief. A small glimmer of something to make the pain more bearable, something to fill the hole for the briefest amount of time.
You both know. And neither of you care.
No response to his question. Instead, you push up the hem of his shirt up and he does the rest, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor before he hooks a thumb underneath the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down his hips and off his legs.
Your hand finds his cock and he hisses at the contact, his hips shuddering as he pushes forward into your grip. You swear he's thicker and longer than before, heavier and hotter where you hold him. Your thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the pearls of pre cum around, coating the rest of his length to ease your glide. Frankie's mouth finds your neck again, tongue and lips tasting and teasing, his shaky breath in your ear.
You try to push up onto your elbows in an effort to roll him over, wanting to take over. But a palm finds your chest, gently pushing you back down until your flat against the bed again.Â
"Wanna look at you," he says simply, as he pushes his length into the palm of your hand once more before sliding out.Â
He lets his length rest against your sensitive clit and gently rocks his hips, slicking himself with the mess between your legs, sighing whenever you gasp each time his tip nudges at your clit.
"Please..." you whisper, feeling pathetic and needy, but at this point too desperate to care.
And heâs equally impatient, not waiting another moment before lining himself up and slowly pushing in.Â
You tense at the initial intrusion, not having been with anyone in far too long and the feeling is almost overwhelming. You're trying to remember how to breathe again as you let your head fall to the side, trying to hide from his intense stare. But Frankie's there, using a gentle finger to tilt your face back up towards him as his hips moving at an agonizingly slow pace to let you adjust.
"That's it baby. Look at me."
And you do, the heat in your belly burning brighter with his eyes boring into yours as he witnesses your surrender to him. Your heart aches, still raw and tender and in pain from all the hurt that's transpired. But you ignore it and tell yourself the tears in your eyes aren't a result of a broken heart, but rather of how full you feel as Frankie's length finally bottoms out in you.
"Fuck..." You both curse under your breath as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust before he starts to move his hips. You cling to his broad shoulders as he pulls out of you, his eyes glued to where youâre joined, his thick cock slick and shiny with your arousal before he slides back in again with a quiet groan. He repeats the motions over and over watching as he pulls out almost completely before pushing back in, stuffing you to the hilt.
"Shit,â he hisses under his breath, his eyelashes fluttering when you clench in response. âYou feel so good baby, fuck."
He buries his face into your neck, panting and pressing soft kisses as his pace starts to speed up. The soft grunts in your ear turn into more desperate moans when you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him, trying to get him even deeper than he already is.Â
Your fingernails dig into the skin of his shoulders, holding on for dear life, hoping that youâll leave half crescent moon shapes embedded into his flesh. A painful reminder for the morning that you were here and this was real, despite the circumstances.
His hands slide under your ass, angling it upwards to let him hit just that little bit deeper inside, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust. The muscles in his forearms flex and strain as he tries to hold back, always making sure you finish before he does.Â
And he doesn't have to wait much longer. Your orgasm is creeping up and taking over your body and Frankie can sense it. He knows exactly what to look for, knows all the signs.
One hand moves to reach between the two of you two fingertips pressed against your pulsing clit, drawing fast, tight circles just like you like it. Your grip on his shoulder tightens, your nails digging into the skin and dragging down his back as his thrusts become more erratic.Â
"Keep lookin' at me," he grunts and you struggle to keep your eyes open. They sting, the image of him above you starting to blur around the edges as he drives you closer and closer to your release.
"That's it, baby. Lemme see it, lemme see you come on my cock."
He doesn't have to tell you twice.
You come undone again just like that, dizziness spreading and heart hammering in your chest as you sob out, pleasure consuming you from within. He fucks you through it, not giving you a chance to catch your breath, as he curses and rambles in your ear about how he's missed this, how he's missed you.
You've barely started to come down when he grabs one of your legs behind your knee and pushes it into your chest, letting himself sink even deeper into you. The new angle has your head spinning, drowning in an unparalleled amount of pleasure. Your eyes flutter and roll back in your head as you whimper his name, fingers curling into the pillow above your head.
He doesn't last much longer, breathless moans and strangled whimpers into your neck as he gives you the last few sloppy thrusts. He's almost there, and when he tries to pull out, it's the way your leg tightens around his waste and your needy whine that sends him over the edge, groaning and cursing with his face in the crook of your neck as he spills himself into you.
His cock pulses inside you with every wave, his hips chasing his release, tiny jerks as he empties into you. He stills, his heavy breathing in your ear, his weight resting on you, heavy but grounding, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
Once the room stops spinning and the stars clear from behind your eyes, you drop your legs. With a shaky sigh, Frankie starts to pull out, both of you groaning in protest as he slips out.
His cum leaks out of you, quickly pooling between your thighs no matter how hard you squeeze your legs together. And when he catches sight of it, it makes your face burn. At the mere sight of his sticky, warm release spilling out of you, mixing with your own, Frankie swears he could go another round right then. Something about knowing he marked his territory, his claim on you established once again. He looks up at you, your eyes closed, forehead creased, and he has to dig his nails into his palm to keep from dragging his fingers through the cum leaking out of you and pushing it back in, keeping it where it should be.Â
But the weight of reality is starting to press on him once again, the fear and shame from earlier taking root again and tugging at his stomach and pulling him out of the euphoria.
He kisses your hip bone once before making his way to the bathroom for a wet washcloth. The room is silent as he cleans you up, wiping gently between your legs, both of you keeping your eyes on anything except each other's.Â
When he's done, he stands and moves to gather his clothes off the floor, tugging his boxers back on before heading towards the door. But your shaky, watery voice breaks the silence and freezes him where he stands.
"You're leaving?" You ask, voice squeaking at the end as you pull the sheet up to cover yourself, as if it would protect your heart when he ultimately breaks it again.
He turns to look at you, his heart aching in his chest from the innocent way you're looking at him. The way your eyebrows draw together, and your lips pull into a frown, the way your lower lip trembles as your eyes fill with tears.
"Can I stay?"
His voice is quiet, fragile, as if speaking any louder would scare you off, would cause you to start yelling at him again until you ultimately kick him to the curb for good.
He stares at you through the darkness of the room as you chew on your lip and try to grapple with the split decision youâre facing.
The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to say no and end this right here and now. But that part of your brain is buried and silenced underneath the heaviness in your heart. That desperate need to hang onto whatever's left. You swallow the lump in your throat and give in.
"Please," you plead softly. "Don't...don't want to be alone anymore."
A rush of air leaves his lungs as the pressure is released from his chest as he climbs back into bed beside you. Your head finds his chest, curled into his side and letting his arms wrap around you. His embrace is familiar, comforting, your safe space.
You count the steady beats of his heart in your ear as his blunt fingernail scrape lightly up and down your back, knowing it always soothes you. No words are spoken but the air between the two of you is thick, full of the things you both want to say, but neither of you speak.
Sleep wraps its tendrils around you once again, exhaustion settling in your bones. You welcome it fully, even though you know when you wake up, you'll have to face the reality of the situation once again.
You can only hope that he'll still be here in the morning to face it with you.
For now, you let yourself drown in the warmth of his embrace, pushing away all the other things that are gnawing at you and letting yourself relax in the arms of the man who broke your heart.
Just one more night.
Thank you for reading!! :))
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â đŽđ¶đźđźđąđłđș: after taking on your friend's offer to head downtown to a hidden bar, you find yourself in the middle of a covert operation. thankfully Messiah is there to hide you from danger. or did he just push you right into it?
â đ€đ°đŻđ”đŠđŻđ”: gn reader, yandere, suggestive position & situation, slight violence, reader held at gunpoint, mentions of a firearm and getting shot, reader pressed against male crotch, sadism(?), auditory hallucination (you hear voices), hair pulling, swearing
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â a/n: it was my birthday last month and i had planned to post this by then but ofc i never learn my lesson and kept my drafts in tumblr (leading to it getting deleted) đ!! so sorry for the wait everyone and happy late new years! :D hope u like the batman wannabe.. it goes from 0 to 100 rq because it's hilarious to me and i'm sleep deprived.. i can smell the hate comments already
will you venture down this path?
it was supposed to be another weekend night spent alone in your home; you, comfortably snuggling against your pillows while playing your favourite brain-rot game from night to morning.
but here you wereâ unfortunately not in your bed, and devastatingly not romancing your fictional game characters. your friend, Vern, had dragged convinced you to join him and try out some random jazz bar which recently opened.
he mentioned his band would be playing there... he's probably just trying to get more people to hype up his band.
the warm ambience of the bistro & bar, alongside the joyous laughter ringing all over the room, people bantering and simply enjoying each other's presence was enough to erase the thoughts of your usual weekend plans. it was the type of place where you couldn't bring up any negative emotions just because of how chill everyone and everything was. so that's one forgiveness point to your friend.
at some point, Vern had split off from you to meet up with the other Ares band members to go performâ leaving you to drink away your life at the bar.
you channeled your best resting bitch face to avoid any strangers trying to hit on you, which worked. you sat alone listening to the blue voice of the current performer, making small talk here and there with the bartender.
oh, the bartenderâ
you'd been eyeing him up all night.
he was the only other person at the bar. like all other bartenders, he was charismatic and attractive despite the two deep scars running down his left cheek.
maybe he noticed you looking at it, because he suddenly rasped out, "...animal attack" with a nonchalant smile. which is quite impressive, since your gaze never once lingered on the scars for too long. he must be observing me.
Logan (you read his name tag) was an exceptional conversationist. and he played the bartender role extremely well. he brought up topics like your ambitions, your dreams, and even your darkest passions effortlessly.
but his eyes never seemed to really focus on your figure when you talked.
it was always off to a specific direction in the distance. and when you turned to look at what he was looking at, there would only be the same wrinkly old man sitting on the sofa chair.
"can you see it?"
confused, you reply, "see what?"
do you see it? the eyes? his lack of mouth? with hair as white as his, and skin as dark as void, how can you not see me?
"what the hell are you sayiâ" you grow pale when you turn back and see Logan had his back turned away from you the whole time, far from the counter.
who was talking to me?
and for the first time in 3 hours since you've arrived, the old man from the chair moves. he wanders aimlessly for a moment until setting his sights on the bar. multiple random people who were loitering in the room take notice of his sudden movement, and all briskly walk towards him.
you're petrified.
the world is spinning, people are blocking the old man's path from you. and you're so thankful for that because it gives you the time to be pulled on top of the bar counter and then underneath it by a pair of strong hands.
your consciousness recovers and you're met with Logan, body crouched down to your level. his shadowed face shows no semblance of the bright man you were talking to a while ago. now his own icy blue eyes pierced through yours, and the once attractive rasp of his voice is now chilling to the bone.
"Loganâ"
"you better fucking shut up unless you want to die."
he pulls out a revolver and points it to your forehead.
profusely nodding your head in understanding, tears begin to prick your eyes; this is so fucking messed up, what is happening??
your brain tells you that this was just the alcohol getting to you, and maybe Logan has some kind of split personality and a murderer... that it's some kind of sick prank Vern is probably pulling on you. maybe my drink got spiked...
but your gut tells you that you are in great danger. alcohol has never made you experience that level of auditory hallucination... hell, you were probably being delusional right nowâ of course Logan's trying to kill you!!
you could hear the faint sounds of bodies thudding against other people as if they were thrown or pushed. but no screams, just grunts. the loudness of the approaching footsteps came to a halt in front of the counter.
you cover your cries as best as you can with your palms and with Logan's hidden weapon still pointed at you. you could so easily whack it away or dodge it. but you stop once you hear the most grotesque voice ever, the result of what sounded like flesh tearing apart and bones reconstructing.
"where... are... they.....?"
you are faced with two decisions:
scream for help and get shot in the head by Logan
scream for help and face whatever the fuck is out there
either way, you don't get to choose. because the stress of the situation is beginning to overwhelm you and soon your whimpers slip out a little. small enough to not be heard from in front of the counter, but big enough for whoever is on top of youâ and that someone happened to be the psychopathic bartender.
you freeze.
but your strength alone is not enough to hold back against the veiny hands that grab the back of your hair and push you against the bulge of the man standing in front of you.
you push and thrash over his grasp, but your actions only lead to him digging the lower parts of your face further into his crotch. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING??? IS HE TRYING TO SILENCE ME WITH HIS DICK?!
and it works...
you stay silent and limp, not because of fear. but because of the absurdity of this situation and the slow growth of whatever beast is hiding under those black waiter pants.
the heat of your muffled breath against his privates collects in your face, it's getting too much but you hold yourself together. your hands that were once pushing him off now lay on the top of his hardened thighs.
Logan shares a couple words with the old man before pointing him elsewhere. you catch a strange name falling off the old man's lips, Messiah. fuck, is this a cult? shortly afterwards, you hear the light sounds of evacuating feet. he's finally gone.
and with the speed of a middle-aged lady during black friday sales, you manage to push him off to the side and stand up across him, ready to give him a piece of your mind.
you were humiliated, violated, mentally tired andâ andâ
why the fuck is he blushing.
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An Unlikely Hero (ex boyfriend!Billy Butcher x reader)
this is going to be a multi part series!!! i love exboyfriend!butcher and he is on my mind constantly. if u would like to read more about him hereâs some more posts! if you wanna talk about him pls send me your thoughts â€ïž dividers by @saradika â€ïž
part one: the first date
OR
the first time you meet Billy Butcher
You swore to yourself that this was the last Tinder date youâd subject yourself to. Last week, you matched and met with Jack who had a Homelander sleeve tattoo and cried to you about how hard it was to be a âtrue Americanâ nowadays. The week before that, it was Shay who seemed sweet but kept trying to ply you with drinks and invite you back to his place (he bragged that his âfolks were out of townâ, which would be impressive if you were a hell of a lot younger than you actually are). This weekâs date is named Harry and heâs just not right for you. You thought it over texts but as soon as you sat down with him tonight; it was confirmed. Itâs not even like you have a great previous relationship as a point for comparison, all romantic love has been fleeting and, with how things are going currently, you imagine it always will be.
It's a few hours later and Harryâs suddenly a lot drunker than you. Youâve moved from the overpriced restaurant to your favourite bar. The drinks are questionable in that theyâre both incredibly cheap and very strong. You grab two stools at the bar which is overwise empty, apart from one man nursing a whiskey. Youâre sure Harryâs drunker than you because heâs currently sobbing into his craft beer about how he hasnât felt a connection with anyone since his ex-girlfriend, who left him 3 months ago for a co-worker.
âLike, youâre nice yâknow. You seem like a nice girlâ you try not to recoil at the phrase âbut my ex? She was great. Thereâs no one else whoâs ev-hic-ever been like her and there never will beâ. The guy sat next to you at the bar mutters a âfuckinâ ellâ under his breath as he gestures towards the bartender for another neat whiskey. His accent is completely out of place in this local dive bar; he sounds European. No trace of an american accent so you consider that he could be a tourist whoâs wandered into a bar looking for a cold drink and some respite.
You try not to smirk at the utterance and tune back into what Harryâs saying, âI think weâve both just gone through the motions tonight, donât you agree? I can tell youâre not really into me and to be honest, Iâm not into youâ. You kind of admire his candor because heâs right, youâre not into him in the slightest but the next thing out of his mouth quickly dispels any misplaced respect you held for him. âIâve been real lonely since she left thoughâŠmaybe you could come back to my place-hic-sheâs uhâŠsome of her stuff is still there but thereâs not a lot of it in the bedroomâ. Heâs that plastered that what he assumed would be a casual hand slide up your thigh becomes a full push, hurtling you into the whiskey sipping man next to you. You fall into his chest, itâs strong and kind of feels like slamming into a wall.Â
âRight, thaâs fuckinâ itâ the potential tourist speaks and itâs only when he stands up that you realise how broad he is. Heâs tall with thick black hair and the beard to match. His outfit is seemingly prepared for a spectrum of weathers with a Hawaiian shirt clashing with a thick overcoat. Heâs older than you, definitely older but absolutely attractive. More attractive than anyone youâd seen on Tinder or, probably, ever in your life. âYou alright there darlinâ?â his dark eyes bore into yours as you nod and cough out a meek âyesâ. You silently curse yourself, the first thing you say to this strong man makes you sound like a small frightened mouse.
ââM jusâ gonna get rid of your little pal there and then Iâll buy ya a drink- alright?â his hand rubs your bare arm and sends a flurry of goosebumps across your skin. The whole interaction feels more charged than anything youâve had before with another human, you wonder if heâs feeling it too and pray that he is.
âOh nice one man, Iâll have uhâŠanother craftâ Harry gestures towards the tap, completely oblivious to the situation in front of him
âAll youâre fuckinâ gettinâ cunt is a helpinâ hand out that fuckinâ door. Now, Iâll ask ya politely one last fuckinâ timeâŠfuck offâ he elongates the 3 letter word. A comically confused look spreads across Harryâs face. ââM on a fucking date here man and sheâs coming back to mine, arenât you?â
âNoâ you quickly deadpan, shaking your head at the still unnamed man.
âThereâs your answer then cunt, off ya fuckâÂ
âButcher- no fuckinâ blood on my bar this time manâ the bartender shouts whilst idly checking his phone. Butcher? Is that the guyâs name?Â
Harry stands up, pushing out his chest which, if anything, only exaggerates how small he is in comparison. âIâve bought her meal, paid for her drink and Iâm go-hic-gonna take her back to my place and fuck herâ. He finishes his sentence in Butcherâs face. Whilst you see a flicker of fear cross Harryâs expression; Butcherâs look borders on hysterical.Â
âAlright then big fella, Iâll tell ya whatâs gonna happenâ he slams his hand down on Harryâs shoulder, his eyes now boring into his. âYouâre gonna fuck off back to your shitty little home, grab some lube, cry and wank to ya heartâs content about your ex who is probably ridinâ some big fat fuckinâ dick right now-yeah?â Butcher nods as if Harryâs going to agree with him.
Your date goes to interrupt but Butcher presses a finger to his quaking lips before he can start, âwhatâs not gonna happen, my sad little mate, is that youâre going to fuck her. Sheâs hadta listen to your fuckinâ whininâ about your ex all night whilst youâve fuckinâ insulted this gorgeous woman. So, get out before I throw ya through the fuckinâ windowâ. Harryâs lost for words, he doesnât make eye contact with you as you stand silently behind Butcher. You see tears brimming in his eyes as he smacks $20 on the bar top.Â
âFuckinâ old assholeâ Harry spits as he shoves past the pair of you.
Butcher smirks at the remark, watching the door swing shut behind Harry before turning to you. âRight darlinâ, whatcha havinâ?âÂ
Itâs the best date youâve ever been on and itâs not even a real date. You finally got his full name. Billy Butcher. Your heart races just to say it. Heâs from London but has been in the States for a while. He asks all about you and you surprisingly find youâve got a lot in common. Heâs funny, charming and really fucking exciting- you have to admit. By the third drink, the chat goes from conversational to more flirty.Â
âThe bartender said âthis timeâ, do you do this a lot? Love saving a damsel in distress? Are you a hero, Billy Butcher?â you smirk at him and he returns it back to you. Thereâs lust in his eyes and you see him take your appearance in for what feels like the upteenth time since you sat down.
As he goes to speak, the bell rings for last orders and he takes your hand to help you off the bar stool. You down the remnants of your drink together and he puts his arm around you and escorts you out of the bar.
You donât want it to end, he lights a cigarette and you thank any higher deity for the extra thinking seconds it gives you. He speaks before you get chance, âWill ya let me walk you home darlinâ? Swear on my mumâs life I wonât try any funny businessâ. He holds his hand out like heâs making a scouts honour. Honestly, you do anything to spend a bit more time with him so you smile, link your arm with his and pull him down the quiet streets.
The air makes you feel drunker than you are. If you were sober, there is no way youâd be giggling like a school girl at everything this man is saying, yet here you are. Your arms are linked and youâre resting your head on his shoulders as you tell him about your horrific dating history. Everytime he laughs and accuses you of exaggerating you say, âBilly Butcher, I would never ever lie to youâ. You say it because his name feels so fun sliding off your tongue. You barely see anyone on your walk home and the sound of your shared laughter fills the empty streets.
As you turn down your street, you wish you lived miles away so you could keep walking together for hours. Your stomach drops at the thought that youâll never see him again. Which, you completely realise, is fucking stupid. This stranger threatened your date to leave but he also made you feel safe and laugh harder than you have in months. You pull his stride to a stop outside your house. It feels like some awful hallmark romcom or trashy romance novel.
You thank him for escorting you home and he turns down a nightcap in your house as âitâs not gentlemanly on the first dateâ. He shoots you a wicked grin again as he says, âmy mum would be spinninâ in her grave darlinââ.
You try not to let the heartbreak from that sentence show on your expression. âYouâre a gentleman, Billy Butcher?â
âThe best one around darlinâ. Iâll prove it tomorrow when I take ya out for lunchâ
A brief flare of anger hits you, âyeah, I hear that all the fucking time. The lunch never happens, I donât see you again but then we bump into each other at the store and you apologise and say youâll be in touch which, of course, you never will beâ. You regret it as soon as you stop speaking.
Before you can apologise, he grabs a sharpie out of his coat pocket, takes your hand and scribbles down his number. âThere, alright? You call me at any time gorgeous and I swear, Iâll fuckinâ answer and come runninââ
His kiss to your cheek is soft yet restrained. âYouâll forget about me Billy Butcher, I know itâ.
âSânot fuckinâ possible, darlinââ. He says goodnight and walks down your street. A plume of cigarette smoke trailing after him.
He keeps his word.
40 minutes later, and after one final glass of wine, you call him.
He answers on the first ring and says your name. He tells you where to meet tomorrow and what time to get there.
You hope he can always keep his promises.
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Laws Of Attraction (Part 10) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader
Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers
Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo
Warnings (18+): sickening amount of fluff, language, angst, *SMUT*: oral (m + f receiving), fingering, hand job, p in v, overstimulation if you blink
Word Count: 6,892
A/N: If youâre here, congratulations! You made it to the end. A big thank you to everyone that has commented, shared, liked, etc. I canât believe itâs been over a year since my first post. I had a vision when I started writing this in the middle of the 2022 season, not quite sure where it would lead, but Iâm happy with where it landed and I hope you are too. I hope you like wine with your cheese, because this is ~cheesy~. Also, this is my first time writing smut so (1) if you are a minor please do not proceed; (2) if you do like/read smut, I would appreciate any kind of feedback. A big thank you to @cutelittlefakejourneys and @burningcupcakefire for beta-ing. Thank you @paddockbunny, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz for the insights and words of encouragement. As always, thank you for reading.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1
Daniel paced the hallway. He wasnât accustomed to not getting what he wanted. Sure, in the last few months he had had his fair share of disappointments, but this was different. He was tempted to knock on your door until you answered, but thought the better of it.
He played through the moment in his head again, no different than analyzing a post-race debrief. What went wrong and how could he improve? He was professional during the signing. He knew you loved Geri, you only casually brought up Ginger Spice in conversation no less than a dozen times over the last few months. He knew youâd love to actually meet her â who knows, if everything went well it certainly wouldnât be the last time for you. He didnât force himself on you â at this point he knew you were like a cat and he needed to wait for you to come to him or else heâd scare you off. It seemed like the only thing keeping you from ripping each otherâs clothes off was your job. Or so he thought.
Now he was confused. It was clear you hadnât meant to say what you said â but you said it. I could kiss you. Canât put the toothpaste back in the tube. Four words that looped in his brain. He had spent so much time dissecting the meaning of the word âcould,â he felt like he could be a lawyer too. But he had taken his time closing the space between you in the hallway. When he leaned in, you leaned in too. You had ample time to tell him off if he had misconstrued the whole thing, and he would never think less of you if you did, but you didnât.
No, what just happened was not a rejection. You were just skittish. Like a cat hiding under a bed, you just needed to be coaxed out â slowly. You were food motivated, heâd learned that about you during your first outing in Belgium when you put down more bon bons than he thought was humanly possible. Yes, all you needed was to be approached with patience and understanding - and maybe the promise of a full belly.
-
You leaned against the door and squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment already crashing over you like a tidal wave. You knew you were being ridiculous and immature. What was it that you were still afraid of?
You stripped off your suit immediately, it felt stuffy and heavy as you overheated, the reminder of your attorney-client relationship falling to the floor. You threw on the first thing you grabbed out of your bag - why did it have to be that pesky yellow dress again?
You paced your room for what felt like hours. Your professional activities with Daniel had officially come to its natural conclusion and yet you were still hesitant to move forward. It didnât help that you were in a country that banned the cohabitation of unmarried couples, so really, what were you even going to do?
Despite the confessions exchanged back in Mexico and the kiss in Brazil, it was never guaranteed that anything would actually happen once Danielâs legal affairs were settled. Frankly, you still werenât fully convinced the conversations ever actually happened. You refused to believe the lingering stares and little touches that lasted a little too long were anything more than pure coincidence.
In spite of all of it, you remained unconvinced about how Daniel actually felt about you. Over the years of failed relationships and first dates that ranged from awkward to bad, you had grown wary and skeptical of romantic pursuits. For all you knew, all his lip-service was simply an elaborate ruse to get in your pants. You thought on this worst case scenario, which really wasnât so bad. God forbid you have one night stand with a Formula 1 driver and live to tell the tale. It would be a lie to say you wouldnât be hurt at first if you were correct, but you would eventually be fine. You had been happily single and independent for years, it would simply be a return to your de facto state.
And even if you could take him at his word, you couldnât help but wonder what that relationship would look like when you had to resume work for other clients and the luxury of constant travel and proximity ceased. How would you continue to keep in touch? How often would you actually be able to see each other in person? Your first relationship was with The Firm, and you knew you werenât ready to give up your livelihood for him. Then there was the other issue of paparazzi and tabloids - the forced spotlight that would fall on you, resulting in the lack of privacy and anonymity. You had no desire for fame, yet he seemed to be designed for it. You could go toe-to-toe with opposing counsel any day, but you werenât sure you had his mental fortitude to withstand the cruel and unsolicited opinions of strangers on the internet.
You weighed the pros and cons over and over again in your head. For someone with such a demanding job, it made no sense that it all felt so overwhelming and complicated. But it was telling that the Australian was the first person you wanted to confide in. He was the only one who could ever quiet the constant hurricane in your mind that caused you to spiral if left unchecked. In this moment, you needed him to ground you.
You had been raised to leave hotel room minibars alone unless you wanted to bankrupt you and your entire family for two generations. Going against everything you believed, you took a nip from the stock. Hoping the small amount of liquid courage would do the trick, you checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before venturing to the room next door. You would simply have to assume the risk of the unknown aftermath.
With shaking hands, you opened the door only to be met with Danielâs presence before you. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement. You did a poor job hiding your astonishment that left you frozen in place.
âOh⊠hi?â Your eyes remained wide. He looked around and scratched the back of his head, appearing to be as surprised and confused as you were.
âHi â I uh,â he took a moment to give you a once over. âIâm sorry are you about to go somewhere? You look nice.â You felt your face turn red immediately, the bravery you built up moments ago dissipating in an instance. He shifted his weight, quickly correcting himself. âNot that you donât always look nice! I just â you look nicer than usual. I mean-â He seemed uncharacteristically nervous and was digging himself a hole. You looked around the hall to ensure it was empty and took a deep breath to save him from digging any deeper.
âYes actually. I was going to see you.â He seemed surprised and relieved at the answer.
âNo way, I was about to see you!â He shook his head when he saw you bite back a smile. âObviously, Iâve been standing outside your door,â he laughed nervously, his confidence shrinking by the second. âNot for very long though! You didnât need to know that. But I wanted to come to say Iâm sorry about before, I was too forward back there. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured, you know, since we went pencils down and everything, maybe we could-â
âYes.â
âWhat?â
âDid I stutter?â You walked backwards as you took his hand, leading him through the doorway. He didnât fight your lead.
â-you donât know what I was going to ask.â You leaned back, allowing the door to click behind you under your weight.
âIt doesnât matter. The answer is yes.â You gave him a reassuring smile and gently squeezed his hand bringing him closer. âWith you it will always be yes.â It seemed both of you were at a loss for words, but they were unnecessary as he took a step towards you closing the small gap that remained. His eyes were enchantingly curious as they gazed into yours. You only looked away for a millisecond, distracted by the tongue that broke free from his mouth to moisten his plump lips. You took a deep inhale in anticipation, your heartbeat bordering on palpitations as his lips closed in.
The moment they met yours, immediately you knew you never wanted boundaries with this man ever again. One hand cupped the side of your face while the other grabbed your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to eliminate any remaining iota of space between the two of you. Your lips danced and moved together in unison, neither of you wanting to come up for air. His firm calloused hands roamed your body, unsure of where to rest. There were so many parts of you he had never touched before and he wanted desperately to become acquainted with them as quickly as possible. He squeezed your shoulders, ran them down the lengths of your arms, moved to the small of your back up towards your neck, in your hair.
The feverishness of it all began to slow, as he tried to memorize every peak and valley. He reverently moved his hands from your waist, dragging them up the length of your spine, one hand finding its way to your hair as though he wanted to remember every hair follicle, the other keeping your body firmly pressed against his. The leisurely pace only teased you, and each spot he touched left your body buzzing. He slowly brought his other hand to find yours again, repositioning so your fingers interlocked. The sweet gesture felt suddenly sinful when he pinned them to the wall, dragging them up the door until they were next to your head. The motion made your head spin, warmth spreading between your thighs, and you inadvertently let out a soft moan.
Ravenous for more, he firmly pressed your bodies together against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. He pulled away only for a moment, his eyes pleading.
Can I?
You nodded your head frantically, capturing his mouth once more while guiding his hands to the parts you desperately needed touched. One gently cupped your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass, kneading the muscles underneath. You both groaned in unison at the new sensation.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to touch you,â he mouthed breathlessly before finding your neck, hoping the feeling was mutual. You didnât say anything back, but he could tell from the pant of your breath and the pulse under his lips that it was. You threw your head back as he sucked, licked, and nipped at the sweet spot as he gently grazed his thumb over your bra, immediately feeling your nipple form into a stiff peak underneath. Being mindful of your noise level, you bit back a moan that ended up coming out as a pathetic whimper. You shamelessly pushed your hips against his and squeezed his hand on your breast, encouraging him to explore and desperate for more contact.
You instinctively widened your stance for him to perch himself between your legs. His hand played with the waistband of your underwear through your dress, trailing down to your inner upper thigh.
âStop teasing,â you hissed. He only smiled into the kiss in response, his tongue pushing into your mouth to shut you up.
Your hands followed their own curious whims. Those pecs that you had gotten an eyeful of several times felt warm and firm under your touch. Your palm dragged down the ripples of his abs, gently landing over the front of his pants. You gasped feeling him harden under your touch for the first time, eliciting a low growl from him in return. His hips pushed forward in frustration, eager for more. You allowed him some relief, undoing his belt and pants, cautiously reaching inside. Your eyes widened.
âHoly shit,â you muttered as you grabbed around his length, your hand suddenly feeling quite small. He looked you dead in the eye, that familiar cocky smirk and twinkle returning to his face.
âCome on,â he flashed you a wicked grin. âYou knew it had to be big.â You laughed at his boldness, which only inspired him to double down. âI know how to use it too.â
âThatâs some awfully big talk.â You already had goosebumps from your head to your toes, but you werenât going to let him know that just yet. You would make sure he worked for it. âIâll believe it when I see it.â
âItâs not the only thing I know how to use.â
He captured your mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss as he used one hand to pull up the hem of your dress. His other hand snuck under the skirt, slowly dragging it across your skin. Rough and calloused from racing, they felt tantalizingly delicate.
âI was going to prove it, but it looks like I already convinced you.â He drew little spirals around your clit over your panties, barely applying any pressure. You bit your lip and looked up to the ceiling, praying for relief from the building tension. To your chagrin, his hand began to pull away.
âNo. Please,â was all you could muster, your brain searching for more eloquent words that escaped you.
âPlease what?â You reached for his crotch, hoping the action would suffice as an answer, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it to the door. âYou have to use your words.â You felt the words on his breath that seeped through your skin.
âPlease touch me.â Frustrated, you used your free hand to try to get him to fully take your dress off which was only getting in the way. He obliged, releasing your other hand to get a hold of the fabric. You put your arms up as he gathered the material over your head. Throwing the garment aside, he pulled away slightly to observe you for a moment. His eyes widening as they moved down your frame, trying and failing to hide his growing smirk.
âDo you always wear pretty underwear when you close a deal? Or are these for me?â He played with the pink lacy textile between his fingers, admiring how they accentuated the contour of your waist and hips.
âBoth,â you gasped as he dragged a finger down your front. It passed over your clit, down to the fabric covering your entrance, smiling feeling how embarrassingly soaked you already were through the thin material.
With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until he reached the hem of fabric. He continued over the garment, bypassing the spot he knew you needed him to your inner thigh. The gentle touches and the scruff of his beard almost tickled, panting as he moved down your body.
He looped his thumbs around the sides of your thong, pausing to look up hopefully for permission. You nodded with lidded, lustful eyes. He couldnât hide his dimples and he continued to tease, dragging your panties slowly down your legs, taking care to pick up each foot to get you out of them. Your heart swelled as you observed him treating you so delicately, like a fragile porcelain doll. His trail of kisses started again from the bottom, beginning at your ankle, to the inside of your knee and again to your upper thigh until he reached an apex.
âHold on.â You werenât sure what he meant at first. Then without warning, he grabbed your hip and threw your opposite leg over his shoulder, finally diving into your center. Your hands instinctively found their way to his head to stabilize yourself, accidentally letting out a yelp in the process which soon after turned into a low moan as his tongue swirled slow circles around your clit. âYou taste so fucking good,â he mumbled into your skin.
The vision of him on his knees fully clothed, contrasted with your nakedness enhanced his touch and sent you spiraling. Your hands raked through his gorgeous curls as he lapped you up. The pressure he applied gradually increased, culminating to him inserting a finger in you, then two. You slapped a hand over your mouth as the pressure pooled and he found his rhythm with his tongue and fingers. He knew you were close when your legs started to shake and squeezed around him. The waves came crashing over you as you bucked your hips erratically. He removed his fingers so that he could stabilize you, but his mouth never stopped.
He finally put your other leg back on the ground when your hips slowed and stood up. Your legs almost buckled from underneath you but he caught you before you could fall, lifting you to walk to the bed.
You watched him carry you wordlessly, your brain still short circuiting from your orgasm only knowing enough to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Not because you thought heâd drop you, but because you wanted to be as close to him as possible. It still wasnât close enough.
He sat himself down on the bed with you landing in his lap, legs still wrapped tightly. There had never been a time where the two of you have been in the same room and exchanged so few words. You continued to stare at each other, simply amazed to be in the same space and sharing skin after three long anguished months of resisting forbidden fruit.
Your gaze fell to his swollen lips that you desperately wanted to taste again, still shiny with your essence. His hand pressed up your back until he grabbed a fistful of hair, bringing you in fervently for another kiss. It was the kind of kiss that enveloped you, that turned your legs to water and caused currents in you to flow creating bountiful energy that begged for release. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs to the hem of his shirt. The two of you pried it off together and he threw it somewhere on the floor. Your mouths met again gluing your torsos together, your currents crashing in a tidal wave of electricity and emotion.
You unwrapped your legs to straddle him, lightly pushing him backwards. He pulled you with him as you both fell into the bed, smiling into each other and little giggles filling the air. You rolled your hips over him, annoyed with the layers that still separated you from the waist down. You reached down, sloppily pushing at his pants to demonstrate your displeasure. He understood your message, weaving his arms past you to finish the job and shimmying his legs until they were off. You reached down the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing your fingertips just underneath but not going further. It thrilled you to feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. He nipped your bottom lip when your hand moved further south, and you could feel his jaw clench.
He pulled away suddenly, and you couldnât place the look on his face which made you nervous.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing! Itâs justâŠâ his hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your cheek. âWe donât have to do anything if you donât want to.â
Your heart swelled at how delicate he was with you, at how much he cared. But you didnât want to be treated delicately. And now you almost felt bad about how much youâd teased him up to this point. Almost.
âDo you know,â you said sitting up, your hand ghosting over the outline of him through his boxer briefs, âI had a sex dream about you. Right before the Japanese Grand Prix.â
âNo,â he ground out.
âYou had my legs spread on a desk in some McLaren office.â You felt his whole body clench again as you slid the last piece of clothing down his legs. As though the thought hadnât crossed his mind every time you admonished him for not paying attention or not taking things seriously in those early days. The frequency of course increased, to every time you bent over, smiled, or played with your hair, to simply existing. For once, he was the one blushing and you found it entirely endearing. âIâve literally dreamt of fucking you for three months. I want you and I need you. Now.â
His pupils dilated at your words, and his hands moved possessively from your face down to your ass where his fingers sank into your skin hoping to mark and keep you. He tried to find the words to communicate how badly he wanted and needed you too, but blood was no longer flowing to his brain and no words seemed perfect enough for you. His shaft twitched against his toned stomach, eager for your touch. You relieved him, wrapping your full hand around his impressive length pumping up and down a few times, your gentle grip slowly firming with each stroke.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath. His hand found your waist and you felt his grip tighten as you continued. You slithered down his body until your mouth aligned with him, spitting over his tip. He felt voyeuristic watching the saliva drip from your tongue. You looked up to see him gripping the sheets for dear life.
âIs that alright?â He nodded fervently.
âOnly if you want to,â he croaked out. Bless this man, who just wanted to make sure you were comfortable even though it looked like his eyes were going to roll back into his head.
âI do. Very much,â you insisted. You dragged your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip. âYou made me feel good.â Lick. âNow I want to make you feel good.â His shallow breath hitched when you finally took him in your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up to make sure he was still breathing. You found him slack jawed, but eyes full of lust. He brought a hand to your head. You prepared your gag reflex expecting him to force your rhythm, but instead simply pushed your hair out of your face.
âFuck, you look so good.â You felt the slickness spread between your thighs at his praise, adding a hand to his base where your mouth couldnât quite reach. You increased your speed, moaning into him. He happily absorbed the vibrations, reflexively bucking his hips into you. You tasted salty precum at his tip and could tell he was close.
âW-wait,â you slowed your pace but didnât remove him as you looked up again. âI donât want to finish yet. Not like this.â You slowly pried yourself off him, finishing with a satisfying *pop* as you released him. You saw his chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. He helped pull you up, interlocking your fingers in the process.
âWhat do you want?â you asked, knowing you would do whatever came out of his mouth without hesitation.
âGrab my jeans?â You couldn't hide your skepticism, but nonetheless begrudgingly left the nicest seat youâve ever known to find his pants somewhere on the floor. You resumed your spot on his lap as he frantically searched his pockets, finally locating his wallet and fished out a condom. Everything else found its way back to the ground. Eyes wide, he maintained a death grip on the condom. âYouâre sure?â
You smiled. You thumbed his jawline as you brought your foreheads together. âIâve never been more sure about anything in my life.â It took him about four seconds to process what you said, but when he did closed the gap between your lips in a messy and desperate kiss that sucked the air out of you. It dizzied him too and only pulled away when he remembered he had to open the condom. You leaned back to give him some space as he struggled with the wrapper. His brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to steady his shaky hands.
âI swear Iâm usually a lot smoother than this,â he muttered. You bit back a laugh.
âI believe you.â Â
âYou just make me nervous,â he admitted, uncharacteristically bashful. âIn case you couldnât tell.â
âHardly noticed,â you said sarcastically, but reassured him with a giggle. âItâs very endearing, if it makes you feel any better.â You calmly grabbed it from him.
âIt does,â he confessed as he let you take it from his hands. Without breaking eye contact, you ripped the wrapper easily with your teeth. You felt him twitch under you as you wriggled yourself against him in content, allowing him to feel your arousal. He swallowed thickly. âWhere did you learn that?â
âThatâs for me to know and for you to find out,â you smirked. You moved off him for a moment, and he took the chance to stroke himself a few times, watching you absentmindedly. How your hair, now perfectly tousled, fell around your shoulders. How gravity worked miracles on the swell of your breasts. How your waist sloped into your hips and thighs. You patiently presented the condom back to him and he used all his concentration to take it from you to roll it down his length. He looked at you hopefully when he was done and you rewarded him with another kiss, your hair cascading around the two of you creating a protective curtain around your new little intimate universe.
You both watched as you eased yourself onto his cock, voyeurs of your own lust. Your moans harmonized as he bottomed out. You felt deliciously stretched and full. Complete. You began slow to adjust to his size, teasing him in the process with your agonizing pace, rising up to the point of almost dismount before sinking back down again engulfing his full length.
âDoes this feel good?â you cooed, already knowing the answer as you swirled your hips with him bottomed out inside you, tormentingly slow.
âYes. Fuck yes,â he groaned as he palmed your ass. âYouâre so fucking tight.â You dragged a hand from his chest, down the ripples of his abs, towards where the two of you intercepted. With his jaw clenched, he sank his fingers in your hips, trying unsuccessfully to steady them as you continued to rock. âYou look so good with me inside you.â
He lifted his hips to meet yours as proof of his enjoyment, the new angle jolting you forward slightly. A moan escaped as you found a rhythm as you rolled your hips back and forth, itching for the friction of his skin against your already swollen clit. Your pace quickened as his length hit that sacred spot deep in your core over and over. The bounce of your tits mesmerized him. Unable to resist, his mouth found a nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak that had you seeing stars.
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you whimpered. You felt the pressure pool and coil in your lower abdomen. Your eyes closed when he grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling your hair.
âLook at me. I want you to look at me when you come.â All you could do was nod in response, worried that any sound you might let out at that point would alert the whole building. It was impossible to look away from his gaze even if you wanted to. You bit your lip as the pressure continued to build, hypnotized by the repetition and sensory overload. You rocked back onto him a final time before reaching your release, collapsing on forward onto his chest and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer as your hips slowed and stuttered.
Yes
Daniel
Heâd never heard a more beautiful sound before. His mouth caught yours again, absorbing the moans that continued as you rode out your orgasm. He wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you flush to his chest and began to upthrust, building to an excruciating pace. You held onto his shoulders for dear life.
âW-what are you doing?â You knew you sounded pathetic, barely able to form the sentence. He smirked.
âGetting you to Number Three.â
âI canât,â you whined. He pulled you close and rolled the two of you over, taking care to remain buried inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes wide when you landed on your back.
âThreeâs my lucky number.â He gave a few slow pumps before pushing himself up to spread your legs. He admired the change in your face at each new angle, each expression more perfect than the next. He brought his thumb down to your clit and watched you whither under his touch. With the new view he knew he wouldnât last much longer. âDonât worry, Iâll do the work this time.â
You couldnât argue with his logic. The only response you could give were incantations of profanities as he fucked you into the mattress and his gentle finger rubbing the sensitive nub just above where your bodies joined. He glistened as beads of sweat formed over his body, enhancing the contours of his muscles with each thrust. It was all too much. You felt your walls begin to clench again, your body eagerly anticipating its reward.
Daniel saw your mouth mold into an âoâ, the slight twitch of your muscles, and felt the pressure that was building inside you. He prayed you were close knowing that his stamina would soon run out.
âThatâs it. Come for me.â Daniel counted his blessings that he should be so lucky to have a front row seat, not once, not twice, but three times to your orgasms. You were so beautiful. Too beautiful. He couldnât stop himself from chasing his own high as he watched you twist and contort under him. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic as your moans filled the room until he spilled into you, lurching forward but catching himself before fully collapsing on top of you.
Finally the motions stopped, except for the quickened rise and fall of your chests as you both tried to catch your breath. You blinked at each other a few times, still unable to move or think. Daniel broke the silence.
âHoly shit.â You couldnât help the stupid grin that formed. You pressed a hand to his cheek just to make sure he was still real.
âThat good, huh?â He begrudgingly began to move and pulled out of you, rolling over to your side. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down on you, absentmindedly drawing patterns on your soft belly. Â
âI was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner. But that was way better.â You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, still peppering the other with butterfly kisses and holding onto the belief that the world was the size of a queen-size bed.
Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left your side, the intrusive thoughts returned and you began mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. You watched silently as he searched the floor for his underwear, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. This was fun you repeated in your head. It will be a good story to tell you tried convincing yourself. Â
He came back to bed and snuggled up against you.
âNow what?â he asked innocently. You squinted back at him, laughing slightly. Â
âThatâs an awfully loaded question, donât you think?â He seemed confounded for a moment.
âI mean, I was just thinking we could get food now? What were you thinking?â You forgot that men could be such simple creatures. Maybe it was the audacity that allowed them to go about life blissfully unaware or unconcerned about hypothetical what ifâs and unintended consequences of their actions. But for now, maybe you needed to think like a man too. You didnât need to solve all the worldâs problems in one night. Maybe all you needed was to just enjoy whatever this was for whatever time was left before you got on a flight tomorrow to return to reality.
âYeah, I guess I worked up an appetite.â He broke into a wide grin. He grabbed your face to bless you with a kiss on the forehead before fetching the menu.
âGreat. Iâll order us room service.â
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Your eyes fluttered open the next morning. Scenes from the night before played on a loop in your head. Sweaty bodies entangled in a sea of limbs. In your experience, men who were that charismatic and that good looking rarely knew what to do with the bodies they had been blessed with. And yetâŠ
You were afraid to open your eyes, not ready to let go of the memory that brought a smile to your face so you kept them closed a bit longer. Instead, you extended a hesitant hand to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your evening companion, but you felt nothing. You reluctantly opened your eyes.
âDan?â Your voice was soft and hoarse from sleep. Nothing. Maybe he hadnât heard you.
âDaniel?â You tried again, a bit louder this time. Still no response.
You slowly got out of bed half asleep, the line between your dreams and the real world still not quite defined. You zombie-walked to the window, delicately drawing back the blackout curtains of the hotel room. You winced as your eyes adjusted to the natural light. Your clothes were still on the floor where they had been unceremoniously discarded, but the other outfit that had kept them company had disappeared. Your heart fell.
âDaniel?â you tried one last time, voice cracking slightly. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday. You knocked on the door before cautiously opening it. You stood in the doorway a beat too long, unable to move from the empty space. He had been so convincing, so charming, and you fell for it. You had been so guarded and careful, you thought you had sniffed out any unsavory motives and you still were left feeling used and abandoned.
You blinked back tears before they could fall, hiding your defeat from no one in particular in the privacy of your hotel room. You wiped your eyes, chugged a glass of water, for some masochist reason put on your Enchante sweatshirt and got back into bed. It was still early, maybe you could sleep another few hours before you had to get ready to go to the airport. Maybe that sleep would help you forget and ease the overwhelming humiliation and melancholy that fell over you.
As you began to drift off, a noise at the door startled you awake. You realized it was the sound of the door key and grabbed sheets to cover yourself quickly, unsure what else to do.
âIâm not ready for housecleaning!â you yelled uncertainly, praying it was in fact hotel staff and not a burglar.
âHey hey hey, itâs just me. Good morning to you too.â You slowly peaked your head from under the covers, shocked at the sound of the reassuring, achingly familiar Australian accent. The driver stood in the foyer, his hands overflowing with bags and precariously balancing two coffee cups. You sat up a bit more as you processed the sight in front of you.
âWhat-?â you trailed off. He seemed nervous, but a smile never left his face.
âI, uh, wanted to surprise you with breakfast. Thereâs a little place down the street. But you looked so peaceful sleeping and I didnât want to wake you, so I grabbed your room key. But I realized when I got there I didnât know what you liked, and my phone died, so I kind of got one of everythingâŠI hope thatâs ok. I didnât mean to scare you ââ
As he rambled, you had silently gotten out of bed to grab the cups from his hands, placing them on the table along with the insane amount of bags, one by one. With all obstacles removed, you enveloped your arms around his neck and stamped his lips with a kiss. He was surprised by the sudden gesture but returned it eagerly, his hands still familiarizing themselves with you. He blinked a few times when you pulled away.
âI promise I will get breakfast for you every day if you like it that much.â You laughed with a smile that didnât quite reach your eyes, and you looked away.
âI thought you left,â your small voice shrank in embarrassment that you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. You couldnât bring yourself to explain further.
But you didnât have to. He wrapped you in a bear hug crushing you into his chest, his lips nuzzled into the crown of your head, his body heat invigorating you.
âIâm sorry, I should have texted or let you know where I was.â
âNo, itâs silly. I was being overdramatic.â
âItâs not silly. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
âBut what does that mean?â you asked in exasperation. He pulled away and looked at you in disbelief that you would even ask such a question.
âWhat do you want it to mean?â You bit your lip in frustration.
âDaniel, donât be obtuse. In a couple of hours weâre getting on different planes to go to opposite sides of the world.â
âAnd?â
âWeâre not going to see each other.â
âWell then itâs a good thing I know people with private jets.â
âI still have to work.â
âIâll come to you.â
âMy apartment is small.â
âI can pack light.â
âWhat if you meet someone else when weâre not together?â He let out an irritated sigh.
âI donât want to meet anyone else.â
You were stumped. He could read the confused look on your face and gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders. âYou know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.â You crossed your arms.
âHey!â
âI know itâs hard for you to believe for some reason, but I want to give this a real shot. I want to take you on a proper date. See what things look like when Iâm not paying you to spend time with me.â
You looked down, feeling a little guilty about how much you doubted him. You couldnât help that you were risk averse by nature.
âDid you just⊠Socratic method me to get me to understand that you like me?â
âDid it work?â
âLetâs just say you have a bright future as a law school professor if this whole driving thing doesnât work out.â You paused for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around everything. âSo⊠you really want to give this a go?â He rolled his eyes.
âIs it really that hard to believe?â
âI mean â yeah, a little. The world that you operate in is just so much different than mine. Your world consists of beautiful people.â
âYouâre beautiful,â he retorted. You blushed but didnât let the comment throw you off your stride.
âYou know what I mean. Your world is glamorous and luxurious. My world is average. Itâs a lot of take-out, itâs late nights on the phone with Joe, itâs boring suits, itâs work - without the recognition and without the spotlight. You could have any actress or model or singer in the world and you pick me. Can you blame me for being skeptical?â His face fell slightly as he realized that you didnât think your shine was bright enough for him. But it was quickly replaced with something mischievous.
âWhat are you talking about? Youâre a singer,â he said matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.
âYouâve unfortunately seen me do karaoke, we both know thatâs a lie.â
âYour morning shower performances beg to differ.â He laughed at the terror that flashed before your eyes as you threw your hands over your mouth, but quickly reassured you. âIâve listened to you every morning since we got here. Itâs the best part of my day, until I see you.â He pried your hands from your face, holding them in his. âAnd the last thing you are, is average. Can we please just try?â
You bit your lip, unable to contain the blush spurred by his words of affirmation. The squeeze of his hands on yours caused the dormant butterflies in your stomach to flutter their delicate wings and rise to your chest. A comforting warmth enveloped you, it rose to your cheeks and the answer was there plain as day on your face for him and the world to see. No, it couldnât hurt to try.
âOnly if⊠youâll do a duet with me.â After holding his breath for what seemed like eternity, his joy and happiness hanging in the balance waiting for your response, he broke into a toothy grin that used every dimple and laugh line on his face. Without skipping a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of your giggles in his wake.
âIâm ready for my audition.â
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â an impromptu drive to the airport at five in the morning rekindles conversations and feelings alike.
wordsă»2.5k pairingă»ex-boyfriend!hyunjin x gn!reader genresă»angst, mutual pining, hurt w/no resolution, established (former) relationship, Airport Sceneâą warningsă»implied toxicity, strong language, Not a Happy Read
a/nă»dear anon who asked where this went after i posted and deleted it a few months ago & dear other anon who requested mentioned hyune angst: this is for u, my loves
âIâm outside,â was how you were greeted over the phone earlier, in a tone so callous and cold that you barely recognized the speaker. Barely.
âSorry, youâre what?â
âYou have a flight today, right? I said Iâd take you to the airport.â
One second, you were at a complete loss; the next, you thought you were going to erupt with how much you felt and how much you wanted to say, the weight of the situation hitting you with full force. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you hadnât spoken in nearly three weeks, had just materialized outside your home with no warning at the ass crack of dawn and suggested you get into a car alone with him for an hour.
As if that wasnât the very last thing you wanted to do.
Briefly, you reflected on how you parted ways; you wouldnât say the breakup was malicious, but it certainly wasnât amicable, either. The longer your relationship went on, the more questions you raisedâimportant and unavoidable considerations of your future together, none of which Hyunjin could give you substantial answers to. Whether it was because he couldnât or because he simply didnât care to try, you didnât know. But the fact that you had to ask yourself that at all was enough for you to take a step back.
Distance morphed into passive aggression. That, in turn, precipitated constant conflict. The starlight that you saw in Hyunjin fizzled further with every biting word and slammed door. The resulting supernova was far from the beautiful spectacle youâd been promised in your astronomy textbooks.
Standing on the sidewalk outside your apartment was your fallen star in the flesh.
âLet me do this, Y/N."
Youâd gone silent for what felt like whole minutes before Hyunjin spoke again.
"Please," he added. You perceived how the word weakened towards the end, some of the frost in his voice displaced by quiet exasperation.
It was these observations, plus the time displayed on the clock hanging above your bathroom door, that prompted you to take your luggage in hand and leave your apartment. You were going to miss your flight if you stood there, glowering silently, for any longer.
When you emerged into the frigid morning, you spotted Hyunjinâs silhouette immediately, and something inside you came undone, as though a knot had been doing itself over and over since you and him parted ways. Your eyes locked together, your gaze contemplative, his a little surprised, as if he didnât actually expect you to accept his offer.
The first word that came to your mind was exhausted. You could tell that the shadows on his face werenât just products of the lone streetlight above his head; he had his back curved in a slouch that made him look a few inches shorter than he was. You were reminded of a balloon with an indiscernible opening somewhere on its surface, gradually and inevitably deflating.
Much to your irritation, the second word to surface in your mind was beautiful. Hyunjinâs normally sharp features, from what you could see beneath his hood, were bare and smooth from fatigue; thick strands of dark hair, longer than you remembered, fell effortlessly over his forehead and his cheekbones; his figure somehow looked even broader, leaner when fitted in the loose material of a hoodie and sweatpants.
He was the spitting image of a man you used to know, who looked just like this whenever he wandered into your bedroom at the end of the day, whenever he wrapped you into his arms and littered kisses over your skin until sleep overcame the both of you like a warm, clear tide, whenever he greeted you with a smile that shone like the tropical sun the next morning.
You were standing in front of a ghost.
You broke eye contact first, averting your eyes to your luggage instead. Just in time to see and feel his hand brush against yours when he took your suitcases from you and loaded them into the trunk, all without saying a word.
Now, twenty minutes have passed since Hyunjin started driving, and forty remain before you reach the airport. The vehicle is deathly silent save for the drone of wheels against pavement and wind whistling against dusty windows. You havenât looked at Hyunjin since you met him outside your place. Instead, your eyes are fixated on the lights of Seoul and the way they flicker out of sight one by one as you drive further away.
And you remember.
The different memories you have of this car blow through your mind like youâre skimming a flipbook. That time you burst into tears mid-drive and Hyunjin pulled over on the side of the highway, giving you his undivided attention as you ranted about the terrible day youâd had. That time you noticed a paparazzi van stationed around the corner and the two of you sank so low in your seats that you had to later unfold yourselves from beneath the glove compartments. The assorted dog-shaped air fresheners you bought for him, a new one hanging from the rear-view every month (except the one that resembled Kkami, which stuck around for almost a year). The caffeine-flavored kisses shared over the cupholders between the seats, one person tipping over the drinks precariously, the other moving to catch them with a soft huff of laughter. The extra hoodie he kept in his backseat for if you ever accidentally underdressed when you went out together. The playlist you curated together, always playing quietly in the background.
You never gave this car a second thought when you and Hyunjin were together, but it is only now that you realize the place felt a little like an extension of home, of him.
The silence becomes fucking excruciating.
You are not sure if Hyunjin is interested in speaking to you. Youâre less sure if you even have anything to say to him. But you open your mouth anyway.
âThank you,â you say, hardly audible. âFor doing this.â
A pregnant pause follows. Hyunjin probably wasnât expecting you to start a conversationâneither were you, to be fair.
Little do you know that he has been trying and failing to string together a sentence since the moment he started the engine, and hearing your voice feels like clouds parting on a foggy day, a singular ray of sunshine settling on his cheek.
âItâs no trouble,â he returns. Heâs quiet for a while after this, and youâre beginning to think the conversation is already over when he clears his throat.
âHow are you feeling? About the trip, I mean.â
âGood. I think itâll be nice to get away from Seoul for some time.â
Your choice of answer is intentional, and you can tell by Hyunjinâs lack of immediate response that he picks up on this.
âAnd you?â You return. âHowâve you been?â
âFine, thanks. The members and I went to the states a few days ago, finished up album promotions there.â
âOh, right.â Heâd told you about this; theyâd been in Japan prior, if you remember correctly. âAnd everything went well?â
âYeah. It was a lot of fun.â
âWhen did you get back?â
You donât expect him to hesitate at such a simple question, but he does.
âFew hours ago,â he mumbles.
This takes you a few seconds to process. And then, so surprised at his answer that you can no longer help yourself, you finally lift your gaze to the side of Hyunjinâs face.
Your eyes comb over the fluorescent lights of the highway illuminating the slope of his nose; the weariness clouding his irises; his teeth latched gently around his lower lip, as if trying to prevent himself from saying another word.
Hyunjin turns his head to look at you, too, only for a few seconds and more out of anxiety than anything. But you have long mastered the art of reading the fine print of his facial expressions, and that brief interval is enough for you to catch what hadnât been there the last time youâd looked him in the eye: the true reason why heâd hardly set his bags down on the dormitory floor before he was leaving again, piling into a car and going to you; the same entity that you know is etched all over your face, too.
Yearning.
He is the one who looks away first this time, with a soft snap of his head like he has to force himself to do itâbut the damage has already been done.
âIdiot,â you mutter under your breath, and you mean it in every sense of the word.
And itâs so unexpected (and so damn true) that it wrests a laugh from Hyunjinâs lips, the sound every bit as light as it is dark. The bittersweet smile that it leaves behind on his face mirrors helplessly onto your own.
You donât say another word to each other for the rest of the drive.
The sun has risen by the time Hyunjin pulls up to the curb of the international terminal, but thereâs hardly anybody around at this time of day, so he doesnât mask up before stepping out of the car. He places your suitcases in front of you, then holds up a finger as a silent gesture of wait right thereâand he dashes up the curb, beelines towards the line of trolleys, and pulls one over.Â
You feel a helpless warmth in your fingertips as you haul your suitcases onto the metal platform together. Even now, heâs taking care of you, as thoughtlessly and naturally as respiring.
âIs that everything?â
âI think so.â
And the two of you find yourselves two feet apart and facing each other, examining your counterparts as if the answer of what the fuck to say now lies in the curves of their cheeks, in the purse of their lips.
But all you obtain from looking at Hyunjin is a glimpse of that wicked entity again, yearning, now in the form of eyes softened by the sunrise and lips parted by forbidden words, sitting readily on the tip of his tongue.
You feel a deep, hollow sadness within you, derived from knowing and hating that no amount of yearning will change the reality that heâs not yours anymore.
âHave a great trip,â Hyunjin says at last. âBe safe, okay?â
âI will,â you answer. âThank you again. Get some rest today.â
Your arms move to push your trolley, but not before they nearly twitch in his direction with how much you want to hug him goodbye. The last thing you see before turning around is his hand in the air, and then you enter the airport, wondering vaguely if you will ever see him again.
You're in a bit of a numb state as you check in your bags and step into the line for security. The last hour has left you feeling like your heart and mind have filled with staticâthe kind that shows up when there are too many television signals in the air, all of them unintelligible and amorphous.
But then there is a shout of your name behind you, so urgent that the familiar voice cracks over the last syllable, like bone breaking upon boulder. You turn around.
The white noise clears.
The soles of Hyunjinâs sneakers echo as he runs across the mostly-empty airport; his hood has been knocked down and his long hair set free, combed backward by the wind; there are other eyes on him, but he is only looking at you, something else burning in his gaze now, something certain and familiar.Â
You move your suitcases aside and extend your arms, your pulse racing with anticipationâjust in time for him to positively crash into you. He very well could have hurt you with how quickly heâs moved toward you, but the very instant his skin meets yours, heâs gathering you so tightly and securely in his arms that he cushions his own fall, costing you only of the breath in your lungs.
And the two of you fuse together like a cosmic collision, imperfect but quintessential. The moonâs craters themselves.
He knots one hand in your hair and cradles the back of your neck with the other; you form fists around the fabric of his hoodie, your face disappearing into the junction of his neck and shoulder. And you feel the tears come at last: tears of relief, of regret, of remembrance.
There are a billion things Hyunjin wants to say to you then. He wants to thank you for loving him. He wants to blame you for loving him. He wants to tell you that it was all worth it for him, so long as he was once the reason that you smiled. He wants to convince youâand himselfâthat nothing was meant to last forever, that the two of you were destined to burn out, the same way even the biggest and brightest of heavenly bodies have shelf lives too.
But there is one train of thought that overshadows the rest. It rings louder and truer than anything he has ever known and emerges straight from the chambers of his heart.
âIââ He sounds shattered when he speaks, his voice muffled where his lips touch your skin, his words a rasp that is only audible to you. âI stillââ
âI know,â you whisper, squeezing your watering eyes. âMe too.â
And you think the shaky âfuckâ that leaves his lips is an apt summary of the absolute mess that the two of you have found yourselves in: entirely and obtusely enamored with the person who has proven themselves to be incompatible with your love, time and time again.
You are only willing to pull away far enough from Hyunjin so that you can look at him, his cheeks now damp with saltwater and flushed with emotion, his dreary eyes swimming with adoration and sorrow. You cradle his face with both hands, and he drops his arms to circle around your waist. His fingers lace together against the small of your back.
âItâs gonna be okay,â you murmur. You wipe at his tears with your thumbs, touch your forehead to his. âWeâre gonna be okay, Hyun.â
His reply is so sad and so small that your heart feels like itâs being carved out of your chest with a blunt pocket knife. âWhen?â
You donât know the answer.
You donât know the answer when you finally go through security, the final boarding call for your flight booming through the intercom, Hyunjinâs face buried in his shaking sleeves.
You donât know the answer when you return to Seoul a few months later, and Hyunjin is not there to give you a lift this time.
You donât know the answer when your birthday passes and you still receive texts from Hyunjinâs parents, wishing you well, reminding you to take care of yourself. Nor do you know the answer on the birthday after that, or the birthday after that, which is when the texts stop coming.
You wonât know the answer for a very long timeâso much so that you spend years of your life doubting thereâs an answer at all. But you find it one day when you least expect it, and it congeals in your mind like expired milk, numbs your mouth like the strongest of anesthetics.Â
You have your answer then, but you donât want it.
You never have.
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Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 2
this is SO cliche i know. please. let me... have this...
a/n: 2 posts in less than 24 hours!?!?! yes!!! enjoy, please. im kinda proud of these. not even gonna tell y'all how i am bc u already know. quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults. summary: part 2 of the whole 'who out of the tokyo debunker boys is passing NNN?' thing. pretty self-explanatory. cw: fictional men jorking it!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! not really proofread i fear Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken (jabberwock already written yea currently working on sinostra)
MINORS DNI AS USUAL! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!
Vagastrom:
Alan Mido: Fail
NOW! Before you jump me! He failed by accident. Forgot it was November. Needed to get his rocks off after everything pissing him off for a while. Sometimes though, he manages to hold out for a while.Â
Heâs working on a car right now, laying on the car roller, fixing it up after an unfortunate accident while dealing with an external anomaly. He lets his thoughts wander as he fixes the car. So many things had pissed him off this week. Ishibashi needing to meet at ridiculous times, Leo being unreliable, even his grades slipping. This car was just one of them. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could go for a drive? No, not enough. Spar? No, heâd already taken enough of Shoâs time. Maybe⊠a different way?Â
A sudden itch makes itself known just as he thinks that. He stiffens under the car, clenching his jaw. None of that. He was in the garage. He had to hold it together. He shakes his head and continues working on the car, ignoring the itch. He tries to come up with other ways to blow off steam. Studying, exercising, anything. The itch grows stronger. He sighs angrily and forces his attention on the car. He was in the garage, for fuckâs sake. The itch continues and then grows into a twitch. He presses his thighs together on impulse, before realizing how that may look and coughing, spreading his legs apart again. He bites his tongue and continues fixing the car as the twitching persists. His face becomes flushed and his composure cracks just a little. He couldnât ignore his twitching cock forever.
And, maybe itâd be a good way to blow off some steamâŠÂ
Shohei Haizono: Pass
Well. As much as it seems like he may have a crazy sex drive, and as much as I would like to subscribe to that idea, I just donât think itâs true. He doesnât have a strong one. That said, he hardly goes a month without masturbating. He manages, but when he goes so long without it, it can get kinda frustrating.Â
There were far too many customers today, he thinks. Heâd gone several days without being able to wind down, since his food truck had been so busy. Heâs glad for the success, but itâs become so time-consuming. The feeling had come out of nowhere, but since the last few customers and all throughout cleaning up, heâd been feeling a little pent up. His half-hard cock pressed insistently against his pants as he wiped down the counter, ensuring it was clean before he let out an exhausted sigh. The cool night air responded with crickets chirping and some owls hooting.Â
Well⊠There wasnât anyone around.Â
Before he knows it, heâs turned off the lights, tucked himself underneath the counter where he wouldnât be visible, and has eagerly pulled his cock out. He canât be bothered to care about his surroundings as he starts, biting the sleeve of his uniform to prevent himself from being heard. Unfortunately, some light, breathy groans escape through the fabric of his shirt, but the noise mingles well with the pap pap pap sound of his hand over his cock and the shuffling sound of his legs opening and closing, overwhelmed with pleasure. His body shakes as he releases, careful to catch it in his palms, not wanting to have to clean again. When clarity finally hits, he sighs and shakes his head, observing his mess. God, how many sanitation laws did he just break?
And⊠did he remember to close the window?
Leo Kurosagi: Pass (Miserably)
Had to be clear. Yes, he passes, but barely, and miserably so. Heâs doing it for clout and heâs posting about it, too. Heâs letting his fans run wild with speculation at his announcement and letting them make all the claims they want when he successfully completes it. However, Iâm quite confident that the second it was December 1st, Leo couldnât fucking stand it anymore.
November 31st, 11:59pm. He lays on his bed with a half-hard cock pressing unyieldingly against his boxers and his phone in his hand with a drafted post congratulating himself for completing NNN, ready to be sent the moment that clock hit December 1st, 12:00am. He keeps his eyes fixated on the time, letting his hand drift downwards and hold himself through his pajama pants. The time still hasnât changed. He gives himself a light squeeze, and is shocked at the needy sigh that passes through his lips. Fuck, he just needed this time to change. He just needed this time to change. He bites his lip, keeping the pressure on his cock as he gently strokes through his pants. He shifts his legs around, progressively getting more and more antsy as he stared at the time. 11:59 still. Who knew a minute could last so fucking long? He continues stroking gently, getting himself to full mast, twitching the entire time.Â
Just as heâs about to give up, the time changes. 12:00am at last. He hurriedly presses âPostâ and practically tosses his phone to the side, reaching inside his pajama pants and boxers to wrap a hand around his stiffened cock. He wastes no time in stroking, surprising even himself with his needy whines and unintelligible phrases and throaty moans. He spreads his legs apart and grips his thigh with his free hand, speeding up his pace. He moans through gritted teeth before his eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack, yielding a strangled moan as he covers his hands and pajamas with his release. He allows his legs to collapse on the bed, and picks up his phone again, checking his post.Â
1k likes, 200 comments. It was 12:01am. Sheesh, that didnât take him long at allâŠ
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enews Longtime couple, Y/N Y/LN and Timothée Chalamet have reportedly split, sources say. The couple have been on the rocks for a while after a video of Timothée has been seen circulating the internet getting cozy with a mystery girl.
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user1 love doesnât exist anymore
user2 bout time she left him
âł user9 she was always way out of his league
user3 damn! timmy tim broke up with a whole supermodel for some rando
user4 bet he gon try running back to her in a week
march 17, 2020
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user1 she said âforget about timmy hereâs me and my dogâ
user2 so beautiful!
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june 25, 2020
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tmz Y/N Y/LN seen holding hands with a new partner just months after her breakup with longtime boyfriend- now ex - timothée chalamet, in manchester, united kingdom.
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user1 sheâs back!
user2 sheâs already with someone else? girl is going around
âł user3 tim moved on while in a relationship bffr
âł user4 itâs been six months thatâs a long time
september 5, 2020
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enews Y/N Y/LN just deactivated her instagram account just before the new year starts!
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use3 what? no!
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âł user5 girl bffr he cheated on her. good for her for leaving!
user6 hope she comes back soon!
december 31, 2020
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ynupdates yn seen at the barcelona womenâs game with a friend!
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enews Y/N Y/LN spotted in public after 2 years since deactivating instagram. Since activating her account again, it has been scrubbed of all posts except some new ones which look to be about her wedding. Y/N Y/LN is a very taken woman ladies and gents.
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user3 enews is already back on y/nâs tail
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ynupdates y/n posted and deleted this video from her insta stories. did she marry a woman? did she have a baby?
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user8 if she did have a baby, she really is mother now
tmz can we use this photo?
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