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buzzinrusso · 2 days ago

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Unexplained love

Based on this request, right here!! I'm actually really proud of this one, so enjoy and keep sending in requests!!

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Leah had always been there. In ways that you sometimes took for granted, she was your constant, your companion in every chapter of your life. The two of you had known each other since childhood—since before you could even properly remember, when your parents pushed you together on playdates, only for you to bond over something as simple as a soccer ball or a shared joke. What started as an accidental friendship slowly blossomed into something unshakeable, a connection that stretched through every phase of your growth.

Your small town, just outside London, wasn’t a place where people could easily hide, and Leah and you had grown up together in that same tight-knit community. There was a park near the edge of town, and countless hours of your childhood were spent there—hours running around in the summer heat, kicking footballs with Leah, creating games that only made sense to the two of you. When it rained, the park became your personal world of imagination, where your “missions” were anything but typical. You’d build forts out of old tree branches, create treasure hunts, and spend hours lying on the grass, staring at clouds and dreaming about things that didn’t seem to matter—until they did...

Through all of this, Leah was never just a friend. She was more than that. She was someone who saw you for exactly who you were. If you had a rough day, Leah would always know before you even said anything. You didn’t need words when Leah was around. Her presence alone was a comfort. Her laugh was the thing that could break any of your bad moods, and when she spoke about her ambitions—her love for football, her dreams of playing at the professional level—it was like everything in the world could fit together perfectly.

“Promise me you’ll never leave?” you asked one summer day, as you both sat side by side on the park bench. You weren’t sure why you asked it then. But something about the moment, the way the sun filtered through the trees, made you voice the fear that had been growing inside you.

Leah’s hand found yours, her grip tight and comforting. “Promise,” she said, her voice steady as ever, “I’ll never leave.” And as a child, you believed that promise, without hesitation.

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As time passed, however, things inevitably changed. It wasn’t just the shift from childhood to adolescence that marked a difference—it was the shift within yourself. You had begun to notice the way your feelings for Leah had deepened, but you hadn’t understood them yet. You had no idea how to process the shift, how to handle the overwhelming sensation that you felt when Leah stood a little too close or laughed in that way that made your heart do funny flips.

The first sign came when you were thirteen. Leah had always been fiercely competitive—something you admired—and when she started to take football seriously, you saw the intensity in her eyes that you had never noticed before. The practices, the matches, the way she pushed herself—it was as if she was becoming someone else, someone who had her own dreams, her own future. You were proud of her, but something else stirred within you, something you didn’t know how to explain.

It was subtle, a flicker of jealousy at first. When she’d mention a boy from the team or when she’d laugh at Ryan’s jokes (someone you’d never really paid attention to before), it gnawed at you. You tried to brush it off, to dismiss it, but the feelings grew like a tide that was impossible to outrun.

The first time Leah talked about Ryan, it didn’t seem like anything special. He was a teammate, she said, just a guy she’d been getting to know. But then, as the weeks went on, she began talking about him more often. And every time she did, a strange sensation grew inside you. It wasn’t jealousy, or at least you didn’t think it was, because it wasn’t the kind of jealousy you felt when someone took your favorite toy. This felt like something deeper, more visceral.

And then, the first real break came. You were fifteen, sitting in Leah’s room one late evening, when she told you about her first kiss. She didn’t know why it hurt to hear it, but it did. Leah’s voice was light, but there was a strange ache behind it.

“It wasn’t that special,” she said, brushing it off. But the words hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. You smiled, though it was a half-smile. “That’s great, Leah. You deserve someone who makes you feel special.”

But you didn’t feel special in that moment. You felt empty, and it took everything inside you to push those feelings back down into a place where they could hide—far away from the world. You had never questioned your feelings for her until that moment, but as she laughed about it, something deep inside you cracked open, and you realized: you wanted to be the one who made Leah feel that special.

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Things came to a head one night that summer when you were sixteen. It had been building for months, like a storm on the horizon, and neither of you had seen it coming. Leah had been talking about football again, her eyes sparkling with the passion that drove her. But you weren’t listening to her words anymore; you were just listening to the rhythm of her voice, to the way the light from the bedside lamp danced in her hair, and to the soft rise and fall of her breath.

“I think I’m actually going to make the team this year,” Leah said, and you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, because for the first time, you were realizing that you didn’t want to lose her to football. You didn’t want her to leave you behind in her pursuit of greatness. You didn’t want to be the one watching her from the sidelines.

Before you knew it, you were leaning in, your lips brushing hers. It was a soft kiss, barely a touch, but it felt like the world had suddenly shifted. For a split second, everything around you blurred, and there was nothing but Leah and the overwhelming flood of emotion that rushed through you.

Leah pulled back immediately, her face pale. You froze, your mind racing, but your body unable to move. Neither of you spoke at first. You both seemed to be trapped in that moment, unable to do anything but stare at each other, unsure of what had just happened.

“I’m sorry,” Leah whispered quickly, her voice panicked. But the words didn’t seem like an apology, not really. They sounded more like a denial, as if she were trying to erase the moment from existence. And in that silence, you felt the weight of it all—felt the fracture forming between you that neither of you had expected but both of you could now see.

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The next few days passed in a blur. Neither of you mentioned the kiss, but it was always there, lurking in the back of your minds. Leah seemed to pull away even more, immersing herself in football practices and talking more frequently about Ryan. The distance between the two of you was palpable now—every conversation felt strained, like you were both pretending that everything was the same.

In the meantime, you began to focus on Alex, a boy from school who had started to show an interest in you. At first, it was easy to fall into that relationship—he was sweet, he liked you, and he didn’t make you question everything the way Leah did. When Alex kissed you for the first time, it was nothing like Leah’s kiss, and for a moment, you thought you had found a way to forget. But it was fleeting. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Leah’s face, heard her laugh, and felt the ache in your chest that no one but her could fill.

Leah, too, seemed to move on. She and Ryan started spending more time together, laughing, holding hands, and it felt like a sharp knife twisting in your gut every time you saw them together. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t. The jealousy, the anger—it all bubbled up inside you in a way that made you sick. She wasn’t supposed to be with him. She was supposed to be with you.

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It was the night everything finally broke open. The tension had been building for weeks, and you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You couldn’t sit by and watch Leah slip further away from you, especially not when you knew, deep down, that you were both still holding on to something neither of you could acknowledge.

You called her late that evening, asking her to meet you at the park. It felt like the only place you both could truly talk without the weight of the world around you. When she arrived, you could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way she avoided looking directly at you. You had been avoiding each other for too long. It was time to confront it.

Leah sat on the swing, pushing herself lightly as she stared down at her feet. The air between you was thick with unspoken words.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, the frustration in your voice barely masked. You couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Why are you with him? Why are you pretending nothing happened between us?”

Leah’s face flushed, and her eyes shot up to meet yours. There was something raw in her gaze, a vulnerability you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N,” she said, her voice trembling. “You think this is easy for me?”

“I don’t care if it’s easy,” you snapped. “I care that you’re pretending. I care that you’re with him when you know how I feel about you. You know I can’t keep doing this. I’m not okay.”

Leah stood up abruptly, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’m not pretending,” she yelled. “I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know what to do!”

The words hung in the air like smoke, suffocating the space between you.

“You don’t fix it by running away!” you shouted back, the anger in your chest rising. “You fix it by facing it! By facing what we both know is true. You can’t keep acting like nothing happened, like nothing changed.”

For a moment, Leah looked lost, her eyes softening, the anger and fear giving way to something else. Slowly, cautiously, she took a step toward you, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

“I don’t know how to make this right,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’ve always loved you, Y/N.”

And withthose words, everything seemed to shift in that instant. It was as if a dam had broken, and the flood of emotions you both had been holding back came pouring out, unrestrained and raw.

You felt your heart race in your chest as Leah stood there, her eyes full of uncertainty and longing, just as you felt in that moment. The world around you blurred once again, and all the years of friendship, of confusion, of unspoken feelings, suddenly rushed forward. For a second, neither of you moved, standing in the weight of the silence.

"I never knew how to tell you," Leah whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind rustling the trees around you. "I thought I could just ignore it, just focus on football, focus on anything but us. But I couldn't. I still can’t."

You stepped forward, your breath catching as you tried to process what she was saying. You had always known something was between you two—something deeper, something that you couldn’t explain even to yourself. But hearing her admit it, hearing Leah say she had been holding onto the same feelings, broke something open inside you.

"You’ve always been everything to me, Leah," you replied, the words tumbling out of you, honest and without hesitation. "And I... I’ve been too afraid to tell you. To ruin what we have, what we’ve always had."

Leah took another step closer, her face so close now that you could feel the warmth of her skin, her breath mingling with yours. There was no more distance between you, no more hiding. You could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the same fear that mirrored your own.

"I didn’t want to ruin us either," she said softly, her voice shaking slightly. "But I think... I think we've already ruined it. We've been lying to ourselves for so long, pretending that we don’t feel this way. And I can't do that anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat. "So, what do we do now?"

Leah’s hand reached out, brushing against your cheek gently, her touch soft but electrifying. "I don't know," she whispered, "but I think we should stop pretending. Stop running away from this."

And in that moment, there was no more pretending, no more fear. You could see it in her eyes—this was real. The feelings you’d both buried for so long had finally surfaced, and there was no turning back. There was no more question of whether it was okay to love each other in this way.

Without another word, Leah leaned in, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was tender, slow, and full of everything you had both been too afraid to say. The world around you seemed to fade away, the years of friendship and the years of longing collapsing into something undeniable. This was the moment you’d both been waiting for.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, both of you stood there, your foreheads resting against each other, both a little dazed by what had just happened. The awkwardness that had filled the space between you for weeks was gone, replaced by an undeniable sense of clarity.

"I don’t know how we move forward," you said, still a little shaken. "But I know we can figure it out. Together."

Leah nodded, her hand brushing against your arm as if confirming that, yes, you were in this together now. "I want to figure it out. I want to be with you. I’ve always wanted that."

The reality of it all settled in, and even though neither of you knew exactly what the future would hold, for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like an impossible distance between you. It felt like a beginning. A new chapter.

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The weeks that followed were filled with challenges, as both of you navigated this new dynamic in your friendship and relationship. The first time you held hands in public was nerve-wracking. You had spent so many years walking side by side without thinking twice about it, but now every touch seemed loaded with meaning. You learned quickly that no one could understand the complexity of what you were going through unless they had been through it themselves.

Leah and you spent hours talking about everything—your feelings, your fears, your hopes for the future. There were times when it felt like the whole world was against you, as if your connection was something so rare and fragile that it could slip away in an instant. There were people who didn’t understand, people who made assumptions or doubted your bond. But it didn’t matter. You knew that what you shared was real, and in the end, that was all that mattered.

Football was still a big part of Leah’s life. She threw herself into it with all the passion and drive she had always had. But now, you were there with her, standing on the sidelines, cheering her on—not just as her friend, but as someone who saw her in a new light. You were proud of her. Proud of her achievements, her strength, and the way she managed to balance her dreams with this new chapter in her life.

You, too, found new ways to grow. No longer hiding from the truth of your feelings, you learned to love yourself alongside loving her. You found strength in your vulnerability, in the openness that came with finally admitting what you both wanted. Sometimes, it was hard, and there were moments where you both doubted yourselves. But the foundation of your relationship was built on years of trust, of shared memories, and a deep, unshakeable connection. That was something neither of you could ignore.

The world around you started to shift, too. You both made new friends, met new people, and began to embrace the future with all the uncertainty it held. It wasn’t always easy—relationships, especially ones like yours, took time, effort, and constant communication. But you were learning how to do it, together.

Leah and you spent many more nights under the stars, just as you had when you were children, talking about everything and nothing. You had both been through so much, and yet, somehow, you knew that the hardest parts were already behind you. It was just a matter of building something new, something that was yours alone.

And in those quiet moments, you found peace in knowing that whatever the future held, you had each other. That was enough. Enough to weather the storms, to face the unknown, and to finally, truly be free to love each other in the way you had always known was meant to be.

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Years later, when you both looked back on those early days, you couldn’t help but laugh at the way things had unfolded. The confusion, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it had led to this point. You and Leah had grown, individually and together, stronger than either of you could have ever imagined.

Leah’s name was well-known in the football world now, and you had found your own path in a career that fulfilled you. But no matter where life had taken you, Leah had always been there—by your side, the one constant in a world full of changes.

And as you stood on the edge of the field one evening, watching Leah train for an upcoming match, you knew one thing for certain: there was no one else you’d rather face the future with. Your love, built on years of friendship, had become the foundation of everything you were. Together, you were unstoppable.

And that was how you had always meant to be—together.

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mattybsgroupie · 7 hours ago

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milk ♡ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; nipple play/boob sucking; mommy kink; BREASTFEEDING kink; pregnant!reader; sub!matt

— NOTES: this was highly requested and im ngl, it’s definitely one of my favorite kinks! however, i know it’s still a taboo so please if you don’t like it, DON’T READ IT. i might get criticized a lot for writing this, but remember this is fanfiction. it’s a fetish, a fantasy. none of this is real. it’s just a story — and i hope you enjoy it as much as i did! ♡ but if i get cancelled im gonna deactivate and you’ll never see me again! mwah!

“you are so pretty” matt said as he plopped down next to you, snuggling closer. “you’re glowing, seriously. you look amazing” he complimented you as he caressed your face with his thumb, the coarse skin of his fingertips rubbing against your soft cheeks.

matt always dreamed of being a father. when he first heard the news, he fell down to his knees. he immediately wrapped his arms around your hips, nuzzling his face on your tummy before kissing it over and over again, whispering a bunch of thank yous. although matt was filled with joy, he couldn’t help himself. he had his hands all over you — he would even lift your belly so your back would stop hurting. matt was simply mesmerized by the sight of you carrying his babies.

his hands travelled down your body, stopping by your round, prominent tummy. matt was gentler now that the girls had started kicking, as if they could actually feel his touch. the only thing he wouldn’t go easy on were your tits — he never did. right now, matt found himself squeezed between your spreaded legs, trying hard to hold his weight up so he wouldn’t hurt you, both knees against the soft cushioned sofa. his left palm had quickly moved to your chest while he kissed your neck, nibbling your sensitive skin between his teeth.

“matt… don’t squeeze them too hard” you sighed when matt increased the pressure of the massage. he hesitated for a second, removing his hand and pulling away from your skin. matt’s baby blue orbs flickered between your lips and your breasts, “did it work?!”

you chuckled at his eagerness, adjusting your back on the couch and allowing him to lay by your side. “better than i had expected” you said, taking the strap of your nightgown in between your fingers, teasing him. “turns out i don’t really have to pump that much because it started flowing pretty easily, so i guess it’s gonna come out with some suction”

matt’s usually determined, dominant gaze altered to a soft, mesmerized one. he couldn’t really find the words, choosing instead to smash his lips against yours in a deep, wet kiss. a moan escaped from the back of your throat as you felt matt’s boner poking against your thigh, him biting your lower lip before opening a satisfied grin. “i really fucked a baby inside you didn’t i?” he spoke, more to himself than to you. he was so proud of his own accomplishment, and he needed to hear it from you. “i love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife”

“all yours” you whispered, sealing your lips together on a quick pack. matt’s touches were soft again, his index motioning in circles against your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. “turned you into a real mama hm?” he said, trying to keep a tough-guy persona, but you knew this wouldn’t last long.

matt continued speaking to himself, admiring your figure. “making milk and everything” he mumbled under his breath, fully squeezing your tit.

“my mama” there it was. you smiled at him, ruffling his hair. “yeah? my good boy made me a true mama?” you continued to feel his hard-on pressing against you, his hips slightly moving.

“i need it” matt’s parted lips begged as he felt his cock twitching inside his pants, puppy, pleading eyes making it harder for you to say no. “please, i need it so bad. please i’ve been a good boy” he continued. “i wanna taste you so bad, mama”

you unconsciously bit the flesh of your cheeks, trying to look unbothered. deep down, you wanted this just as much “go slow, prince”. as soon as you gave matt permission, he pulled your dress down, revealing your full, swollen breasts. they hurt often, even before you were pregnant, and matt always helped you to get rid of the soreness. he dragged his tongue on your boob, circling your nub with the wet muscle before latching his lips around your nipple.

matt closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before sucking — just like he always did. after a few seconds, small droplets of milk landed against his tongue, the surprisingly mild taste taking over his mouth, brain and body. matt pulled away for a second, letting your tit hang loose “you…” he babbled, swallowing the liquid. once again, matt wasn’t able to form a proper sentence, getting distracted by the tiny strand of milk dripping from your nipples.

“fuck you’re leaking so much” matt mumbled, quickly latching on your chest. he wans’t gonna waste a drop. “nhng— ‘m gon’ have to take care of this while” matt spoke as he tried to swallow the sudden spurts of milk coming. “while our babies don’t come huh?”

“gonna have to keep your mouth in my boobs all day aren’t you?” you cooed, causing matt to nod desperately. his grip and suction got faster, followed by the sudden rutting of his crotch against your bare thigh. matt was far gone now, mindlessly humping, trying to reach his high. you could be mean and make him stop — but the poor boy was enjoying it so much. it really felt like his first time all over again, the desperation, the neediness, the loud, wet noises filling the room.

“seems like you’re the one behaving like a baby now” you said, gently pulling his hair so he’d look at you. “having my milkies and cumming inside your pants? little virgin boys do that” matt groaned at the humiliation, the sweet, warm tone of your voice making it even harder for him to hold back. “mama— please” he managed to speak. “not… not a baby!”

“oh? aren’t you?” you continued the teasing, “then i guess you don’t need this am i right?” you grabbed your own tit, pulling it away from matt.

“no! i do! i need it so bad mama, please let me cum… wan’ be your good boy” matt pouted, begging to keep sucking. “that’s what i thought” you said, letting go of his hair. “be a good boy and cum in your pants for me”.

matt suckled harder than he ever did, trying to get out everything he could. actually, he was probably trying to milk you dry, just so that your tits would need his mouth again. his body tensed before he bucked his hips forward, a sudden warm taking over his boxer as the thick, sticky spurt came out of his slit, filling his underwear with cum.

matt stopped and sighed deeply, letting his body fall flat next to you. “you ruined my dress” you teased, looking at the milk stains on the fabric. “i’ll do the laundry anyways” he chuckled, still coming back from his high. “buy more. i’m gonna ruin all of them”.

— not using the actual taglist cause i know this is for an specific audience lmfao ♡⊹𑄽୧ @submattenthusiast @cayleeuhithinknott @sturnslutz @ivammbb

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radfae · 2 days ago

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dude it’s because i get 100+ notifications a day and i don’t see everything because i don’t typically check tumblr more than once or twice a day. yours was at the top of my list and that’s why i saw it and responded lol. i didn’t even know that tag was on my post until people started pointing it out

if men passed around a screenshot of a woman…

not the same scenario whatsoever when. again. the entire point of the post was to point out how people don’t take sexual harassment seriously when it’s women versus men. if that was happening then it would just be misogyny for the sake of misogyny

i’m not justifying any anons you’re getting because i find witch hunting + dog piling just in general unfair and annoying, especially when people are hiding behind anon

again i really just think your anger here is misdirected. i don’t control everyone who follows me or comments on my post and i don’t respond to everything because i’m not chronically online and i don’t see it

men have been doing this to women for months and i only seem to hear about it on radblr but the second a woman does it to a man it gets 40k likes and “it’s never ok to sexualize anyone like that”

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wonsroyalty · 13 hours ago

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METER : ̗̀➛이희승

pairings/warnings: uni student!heeseung x reader, smut, >18 DNI,, not sure what other warnings to put here yet but i'll add more later

a/n: had this idea in the drafts for a longgg time but never wrote it so i finally got to work!!

“You could never.” your friend gasped from across you.

You could and you definitely would.

For context, you’d just announced to the table that you were planning on submitting a new entry into your collective, ‘Munch O Meter’.

Yes, you had a blog that ranked the guys and girls at your university based on how well they could eat pussy. It was a way of ‘taking feminism into your own hands’ as Yunjin liked to say.

If you weren’t all beautiful and popular, the cancellation of your friend group would’ve began a longggg time ago.

However, top of the list hadn’t been topped in over 5 months and your loyal followers were getting concerned.

Jake Sim had given Hyeju a ‘cosmic’ orgasm and she’d rated him a 97. Out of disbelief, you all took turns hooking up with him and truth be told he truly was as good as she’d said.

His average score was 90, placing him at the top of the list.

For the sake of your entertainment and theirs, you proposed an unexpected candidate.

Deep down you just wanted to see if he was a virgin but disguising your intrigue as concern for the list worked perfectly.

“Lee Heeseung..?” Yooyeon looked at you as if you’d just shit on her plate. “Seriously.”

Yunjin shook her head.

“Definitely not.”

You slouched in your chair sulking.

Whenever they put people forward, you encouraged their suggestions, thinking of their fun rather than the entertainment of the blog.

“I literally never suggest anyone.” you whined. “Just let me have this.”

“No.” Yunjin firmly shut you down.

Hyeju gave you a pat on the head, attempting to comfort you.

“But why?!” you sat up abruptly, slamming your hands on the table accidentally.

“Who even is he? If his name doesn’t ring a bell, he shouldn’t even be considered.” she doubled down.

You sighed exasperatedly.

Heeseung had come over to the table not even five minutes before, handing you the notes from music theory during your group brainstorming for the next candidate.

“He was that nerd.” Yooyeon explained to her. “The one with the baggy clothes and glasses that kept falling down his nose.”

“He’s really nice.” you frowned.

“Nice doesn’t cut it.” Yunjin shook her head. “If he’s a bad fuck you’ll just ruin his chances of getting with anyone else.”

Fed up with their resistance you swiped your bag off the table and announced that you were going to do it anyway.

Despite the protests sent your way you stormed off to find Heeseung.

There was only one place he could be - the library.

And that’s where you found him. Buried behind a pile of books while sipping on one of those cheap energy drinks.

You were just glad that you weren’t giving him a blowjob, out of fear that his sweat would reek.

Your fingers tapped his shoulder rapidly.

“Heeseung!” you sang.

“Shut up.” his friend who you knew as Jay, snapped at you.

You held your hands up, surrendering.

“Um.. Yn? What wrong?” Heeseung panicked. “Were my notes bad? Oh my Pythagoras, did I miss out anything!”

“Shut up!” Jay snapped again.

You shook your head.

“I just need to talk to you… over there.” you pointed towards the book shelves.

He didn’t even have time to respond before you were yanking him out of his seat, ignoring the books that toppled to the ground.

“I have a problem..” you started.

Now that he was up close in a tight space and you were asking for such a shameful act, the embarrassment caught up to you.

“Am I your last resort?” he asked.

“No!” you panicked. “My first….”

He held his hand awkwardly on your shoulder.

“It’s okay. What can I help you with?”

Your brain registered where you were and who you were with. The warmth of his hand felt nice but you had a reputation to uphold.

You shoved his arm off and he immediately gained composure, but not in the way that you wanted.

He wouldn’t hold eye contact with you anymore, feeling the weight of your different status’.

“I wanna enter you into the Munch O Meter.” you bashfully answered.

His head whipped towards yours.

“What the fuck.”

You covered your face with your fingers, curling into yourself.

“You stopped my studying for this joke? Are you kidding?” he glared before storming off.

Your fingers grasped at his jacket, pulling him back.

“I’m not joking.” you confess. “I don’t usually pick people but I wanna choose you.”

He scanned your eyes looking for any hint of doubt but couldn’t find any.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly.

“Yes. I’m definitely sure.” you stepped back.

He bit his fist to stop himself from squealing.

“Jay is gonna be so shocked.” he looked over at his friend. “One thing though,”

“Whatever you want.” you replied. “It’s the least I could do to be honest.”

“We need to get ramen, first.” Heeseung nodded calmly.

You smile dropped. “Fucking.. Ramen?”

“I promised Jay I’d get him some.” he shrugged, unbothered and not in a rush at all. “And i’m kinda hungry.”

You fought the urge to walk away then and there. Choosing to stick to the plan for your own pride. Going back to the lunch table would be way too embarrassing.

“Fine. I’ll pay.” you stormed off to their table.

Heeseung trailed after you packing up his things.

“What are you doing?” Jay huffed.

You yanked him out of his seat.

“Hurry up, we’ve got an errand to run.”

***

The whole way to the ramen place, you were forced to listen to their atrocious science jokes. You were smart enough to understand them but the quantity was overkill.

It was surprisingly close to your apartment so that was a bonus, you could ditch Jay as soon as they’d eaten and get on with what you wanted.

You paid and sat waiting for them to start eating.

Jay wasted no time but Heeseung looked skeptical.

“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.

“Not hungry.” you shrugged.

“Eating ramen isn’t gonna make your pussy taste weird.” he deadpanned.

An old lady sat near the three of you gave you a look.

“Keep it down, will you.” you growled. “I said I wasn’t hungry.”

“Suit yourself.” Jay slurped. “If you tasted like ramen, he’d eat you out better.”

You flicked him in the head, his vulgar response had sent the old lady away.

Heeseung finally began to eat and you saw what Jay meant.

His eyes closed in pure bliss and he inhaled the food.

You hated how the noises coming from his mouth went straight to the pulsing sensation between your legs.

He didn’t even stop when he’d eaten all the noodles, gulping down the leftover soup without a care in the world. Even licking the bowl to not waste a drop.

You’d never wanted to be a bowl so badly.

“Is it good..?” you croaked out.

“Fuck, that tasted amazing.” he wiped at his face with a napkin. “You would’ve liked it.”

“Yeah..? Fuck.” you moaned out. “We’re going now. Bye Jay.”

You jumped to your feet bouncing impatiently as you watched Heeseung clean up.

“So when will I be on the list?” Jay joked.

“Idk. When we have a threesome or something.” you absentmindedly responded, pushing Heeseung’s arms into his coat.

You missed the way Jay began to choke on his spit, as you were busy shoving Heeseung out of the door.

“Someone’s needy, heh.” he rubbed the back of his head.

“No, it’s worse than that.” you sighed.

Heeseung stumbled after you as you dragged him to your apartment.

The two of you stood in silence as the elevator took you up.

"Are you okay?" Heeseung asked. " Do you still want to do this?"

You didn't respond and instead attacked his lips as soon as he’d kicked his shoes off in your apartment.

"That's not an answer." he pulled away.

"Fuck yeah. I still want this." you responded, dazed by his lips.

You bit, sucked and kissed at every piece of skin available.

He pulled you off by your hair. “Am I not here to eat you out?”

Your hands grabbed his, taking him across the apartment and into your bedroom.

He lightly pushed you onto your bed and hovered over you, placing light kisses on your lips.

His lips messily made their way down to your neck, stopping at the spot where he hear you cry out the loudest.

"Wait," you panted. "Have you done this before?"

You felt his hair brush against your cheek as he shook his head.

"Really?" you sat up.

Yes, you'd thought he was a virgin but but hearing the confirmation made your heart jump for joy.

"I've had sex before, just.. never eaten a girl out." he shrugged.

"Oh."

"Not what you thought, huh?" he squinted.

You scrambled to change your expression.

"That's not what I thought-"

Heeseung used his palm to smush your face into the mattress. Upon hearing you complain he shoved two fingers into your mouth, pushing them further down till you gagged.

"Shhh. Please just stop talking, oh my."

Your eyes widened in shock.

"Who are you talking to like that?" Is what you would've said if you didn't have fingers playing with your uvula.

He moved down to your shirt, popping each button with one hand but by his expression, you could tell he was getting frustrated. The fingers in your mouth popped out and moved to help slip you out of your shirt before unclasping your bra.

Heeseung took a second to fold the items and place them on your bedside table.

"Can you hurry up- Wait, fuck!"

He took your newly exposed breasts into his hands, twisting your tender nipples, painfully.

"What did I tell you?"

You scoffed.

"You can't actually expect me to be quiet. That's- Ow!"

He leant down and took a nipple into his mouth, biting down with his teeth, swirling his warm tongue around it before popping off.

"Shut up."

All the talk went down to where you desperately needed him the most.

Heeseung kissed down your stomach, hesitating at your skirt before unzipping it and folding it with the rest of your clothes.

You watched as his eyes widened at the sight of the wet patch on your panties as he dragged them down slowly.

"Do you always get this wet?" he asked in awe.

You shook your head feeling the embarrassment of being completely bare in front of him while he was fully clothed and composed in front of you.

"So that's your kink." he laughed. "Crazy, but I'm not surprised that you're kinda freaky."

"Shut up, Heeseung. I swear I'll-"

He sighed loudly, interrupting you once again.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth closed?"

He lowered his body down the bed so that his face was eye level with your pussy, eyes wide and curious.

Cold air blew onto your clit as he watched you clench your nothing.

"Fascinating how the female anatomy works."

You sat up, resting on your arms.

"You're gonna turn me off, stop being weird!"

He looked at you as though you'd just called his mother a bitch but didn't respond.

Two of his fingers gathered the slick dripping out of you and lathered it all over your clit, switching up the tempo randomly.

Your head fell back, legs widening in pleasure.

"Cool..." he drawled. "You know you've got more that 10,000 nerve fibers here, right?"

Your arms collapsed from underneath you as you moaned out.

"Wow. When I actually want you to speak, you don't."

He experimentally slipped two fingers into your cunt, feeling around as he kept his other hand circling.

Your legs closed around his shoulders as you gripped onto your sheets when he found the spot that usually had you screaming.

You felt Heeseung speed up the pace as you gushed all over his fingers, orgasming faster than expected.

"Are you sure that was your first time?" you gasped for air.

The boy between your legs was clearly distracted.

He licked at the release leaving your pussy, closing his eyes in pure bliss before sticking his tongue in.

You rapidly fought to push his head away.

"No. No more." you sighed.

"I know you can get another one." he rested his head against your thigh.

"I really can't." you shook your head.

"Stop lying." he frowned.

"I'm not lying!" you lip dropped in shock.

"Jake literally made you cum four times and yet you don't want me to do it again. Right."

You sighed from your gut.

"But.. I'm tired." you looked away from his piercing gaze. "And since when did you even speak to Jake?"

"Good thing you don't have to actually do anything." Heeseung scoffed before diving back in.

Your fingers curled into the duvet again as he quickly found a steady pace.

"Heeseung, I really can't." you whimpered.

He picked up the tempo in response, slurping and sticking his tongue as far into you as he could.

"Hee! Please." your weak arms attempted to push him away.

He continued to ignore you, your body setting alight as you got closer to a state of other-worldly pleasure.

"Heeseung, Jake lied!" you cried out. "I can't take it- I can't."

Heeseung seemed to reach a spot even deeper than you had ever tried, the constant stimulation had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Your hips bucked against his face uncontrollably as you got closer to your impending doom.

A loud moan left your lips as your entire body went rigid.

"Hee, fuck!"

In the midst of the best pleasure you'd ever felt you peeked an eye open to see how Heeseung was reacting.

He had his eyes closed and his tongue wide out as he tried to catch ever drop of the release you'd squirted out.

Your chest heaved as you attempted to get a breath in, causing him to open his eyes abruptly.

"Wait what." he frowned.

"Jake, he lied. I only came twice and that was because he fucking edged me for two hours. But I gave him a high score because I didn't know who told him about how I always squirt the second time." you confessed in a ramble.

Heeseung hopped off the bed shaking his head at how you picked at a thread on your duvet to avoid looking at him. He slipped off his boxers and jeans waiting for you to finish you sentence.

"I don't even recommend people for the list because my ex told me it was weird how I always squirt and since then I've just felt embarrassed so I don't fuck people, well aside from Jake because I didn't believe Hyeju, but I wanted to put you forward because, I don't know, I'm kind of admitting that I do in fact have a crush on you and this was like the only way I could get you to not be scared to talk to me outside of class and yeah I overheard you and Jay talking about it in Music Theory, truly shameless-"

Within a split second you had a dick shoved down your throat.

"Fuckk." he moaned out. "Didn't I tell you to stop talking."

He raked your hair into a makeshift ponytail for easier access to use you how he wanted.

"You just don't listen." he sighed, gagging you over and over.

If you weren't sweating before, you definitely were now.

Your hands gripped onto his thighs for dear life as he ruthlessly used your mouth.

"I can't focus on the moment when you keep speaking." he looked you in the eye. "And I know it sounds mean but, fuck, I didn't think we were ever gonna do this again, so I obviously wanted to have a good memory of right now."

His fingers left your hair, head falling back onto your pillows.

You grabbed them and pulled them back.

"You're so hot." he moaned. "And your ex is a fucking imbecilic, doltish prick. He didn't deserve you."

You sure as hell weren't letting Heeseung escape your grasp after this. You used one hand to jerk off whatever you couldn't reach while the other fondled his balls. His hips thrust up into you uncontrollably as he let himself go.

He watched in surprise as you swallowed every last drop before composing himself and walking over to the pile of folded clothes.

"Hee, where are you going?"

He gestured towards the door.

You tilted your head in confusion.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I liked you, come back here!"

He laughed in disbelief, landing on your bed and pulling you into his embrace.

"You like me?"

You nodded.

"For a while actually."

He kissed the top of your head as you reached to get your phone.

Bitchless Bitches😩

heeseung lee - 100

yunjin🪼

YOU IM GONNA FWJOFNQ

hyeju🌺

OHHH so that's where you went

yooyeon🐰

how do we know that he's actually that good..

hyeju🌺

PREACH

if hes a 100 let me at him🥰

no. off limits.

Heeseung laughed at your messages.

"Next time we'll actually fuck." You nodded with determination as you put your phone away.

"Next time?" he gasped in shock.

"Duh. You can't leave now."

"Wow you really want that threesome with Jay."

"What threesome with Jay?"

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mixingandmelting · 2 days ago

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Hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with a reader who makes it very obvious they’re crushing on the batboys? For not serious situations, they’re sweeter and just more in a good mood whenever the boys are around? Blushes a lot around them and the boys don’t have to be talking directly to them? (Crush can talk to the bat boys normally if the situations serious). (Crush has normal conversations with others people. But goes around telling other super hero friends or just normal friends whenever the bat boys is brought up by other people, they think the bat boys are cute. And always hyping them up to their friends/and the batboy friends even when the batboys are there).

Dick:

He’s flattered really. Yes, unfortunately for everyone, he’s quite aware that he’s attractive but it’s not something he often pays attention to. With trying to protect the world and fighting crime 24/7, being attractive is the last of his priority. But when you gush about him- his abilities, ideals, skills, him as a person - he preens. Sure, he’ll get flustered when you go off on how great he is (and how cute which really takes him off guard) despite the fact he’s right there. And of course he covers himself with the good old classic of clearing his throat even though the corner of his lips won’t stop twitching and the blush on his face gets worse by the second. It’s adorable really. You’re so obvious from how you fan over him whenever he’s brought up in conversations and completely burning when it’s just the two of you and all he’s doing is standing next to you. He sometimes struggles to keep his intrusive thoughts to himself, to tease and see if you can possibly flush even more if he were to poke or “accidentally” brush against you. Though, he’s starting to think you’re doing it on purpose and trying to trip him up when you become completely normal when he’s talking about a mission only to go back on talking about how cute and amazing he is to the person next to you (extra kudos to you when you somehow successfully get the other become a fellow Nightwing stan). Still cute though.

Jason:

People often think he’s dense in the romantic field. From being dead to being back alive and being all rough and reckless, all the typical stuff. It’s truly unfortunate (not really) that that’s not the case and he knows you have a crush on him. Like seriously? It’s so obvious, he’s concerned if there are people who can’t tell that you have a crush on him. The problem is that he doesn’t know what warranted it. He knows he’s quite a shot. Perhaps not as much as Dick given his personality and dark humor, but he has charmed plenty of women with his looks. However, being a former crime lord to now a vigilante outlaw isn’t really all that glorious or something that gets others to swoon over… So yeah, he doesn’t know why you would get all hyped up over him whenever he’s brought up in conversations. Whether he’s there or not, you would rave over him which gets him to do a double take and play with his helmet or muzzle, whichever one he chooses to wear, because suddenly he’s feeling a bit too hot and needs some air to cool his face. All he does is stand next to you and when it’s you and him alone, he sometimes worries how red you get. He won’t lie, seeing you smile more because he’s there makes his heart itch and grin a bit. Plus, he doesn’t mind as much as others would think since you know when to get back to normal and become serious when things are serious.

Tim:

Someone save him. Someone please save him. You have an obvious crush on him and he has no idea what to do. In fact, he didn’t think anyone would possibly develop a crush on him as big as yours. He’s Red Robin and the former third Robin not many people really take note of. Well other than he’s Batman’s former sidekick and also fights crimes like the rest of the Bat family. You, on the other hand, are making it your life mission to tell everyone how incredible he is. Doesn’t matter where, when, and if he’s right there or not. The minute he’s brought up, boom. You’re off describing him in every way possible. Amazing, intellectual. Also what do you mean he’s cute? Since when was he considered cute? A part of him is on to you, wanting to believe this is all a set-up. A prank set up by his friends or family. The other part, he can’t keep a calm facade around you, covering his face with one or both hands to hide the blush that goes down his face to the base of his neck. There’s also lots of fake coughing and clearing his throat involved. Lots, to cover the happy tingles he gets, registering there’s someone who acknowledges his efforts and talents. It gets worse and he gets even more conscious when you’re matching his expression when the two of you are alone. He’s grateful that at least you’re back to normal when things are going down at least.

Duke:

Okay. Wow. You have a crush on him and it’s painfully obvious. There’s a first time for everything and this? This is definitely a first. Forget about Tim and his whole deal with Red Robin, some of the villains in Gotham don't even know his name. That should be telling how low in the pyramid he is. Not that it matters to you apparently. He’s with you and his group of friends and he can hear all the things you say about him given he’s right there. And it doesn’t stop you from fawning over his powers, his fighting and detective abilities, and- uhm ok. Good to know you’re into his looks. He lost track how many times this happened. He does remember by the end, he’s rubbing his face and resigning to sigh through his nose in lieu of groaning out loud. You describe him as if he’s the world’s finest. He can feel the heat radiating off his whole head and body so he has a pretty good idea how he looks. It’s better when he’s alone with you. Your face is burning and he does everything to make the vibe less awkward. It doesn’t work and he makes it more awkward as his mind and your face now resembling a tomato reminds him you have a crush on him. He does wonder how in the world you’re able to snap back to normal so quickly when he’s going through heavy material with you. All fan-vibe gone, you’re listening and giving input which are often good points and covers any areas that were missed.

Damian:

He doesn’t understand your behavior. One moment you’re fine, societal “normal” according to what those around him taught him. You’re casually chatting, making jokes, and expressing emotions like anyone else. On another, you’d suddenly be jumping around and praising him all over the place the second someone drops his name. Disregarding how he stands literally behind you and his cheeks completely pink, gradually turning to red, he thinks of you being just as embarrassing when Dick or someone else in the family brags about him. His skills with the katana, compassion for animals- he can somewhat tolerate that. He completely disagrees over him being hot-cold. He is not hot-cold. His personality also does not resemble a cat. Also how is he cute? He’s far from the word cute, period. Then there’s when you’re alone with him. Face completely rosy and dusted in pink. Every single time without fail, it’s only you and him. All he’s doing is standing next to you and instead of being either normal or chaotic, you’re suddenly blushing. He had entertained the idea of you having interest in him. Until he brings up a new case to you. It’s concerning how you go back to being normal and, surprisingly, making plausible conclusions that help him find a new lead. So despite what everyone around tells him that you have a crush on him, he’s having a hard time seeing it. You are sweeter when he’s around but he feels as though having a crush doesn’t associate with split personalities.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #nightwing #nightwing x reader #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin dc #tim drake #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne #duke thomas x reader #duke thomas #dc signal #signal x reader

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bookyeom · 3 days ago

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birthday mornings - bsk

pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 0.9k warnings: none really… kissing author’s note: happiest of birthdays, @wheeboo 🥺💓 I know I’m late, and I wish I could have made you something better, but I saw it was your birthday and I wanted to do something. hope it’s your best year yet 🫶🏻

You slowly blink awake, the light from the bathroom just peeking through the dark of the morning. You squint to try and make out something, anything, but you can’t until the bathroom door opens a bit wider. You watch as your boyfriend seems to tiptoe back into the room from his shower, turning the bathroom light off and closing the door slowly behind him as he heads to the closet. When he reemerges, donning a clean t-shirt and jeans, you take him all in. His hair is damp, and you watch as he uses a towel to dry it just a little. He’s so handsome, you think to yourself, and you can’t help the fond smile that spreads across your lips when he catches you looking.

“Hi,” Seungkwan whispers, and you raise your eyebrows. “Sorry.”

“Since when are you quiet in the mornings? And since when are you sorry about being loud?”

You’re teasing, and he smiles, but he doesn’t sass you like you expect him to. You sit up just a little, surprised when he joins you on the bed again. You fall back as he drapes himself over you, pressing his face into your neck. You shiver a little from his wet skin, but you don’t really mind, not when he’s snuggling into you like this.

“Didn’t want to disturb you,” he mumbles against your neck, and you allow yourself to indulge in the feeling of his lips soft against your skin for a moment before you’re pulling him back so you can look at him.

You pause for a moment, fingers playing with the damp hair at the base of his neck. Admiring. And then you say, “since when do you care about disturbing me in the mornings? What happened to forcing me awake at the asscrack of dawn to try and make me a morning person?”

Seungkwan grins at that before he leans in again, your heart rate picking up as he brushes his nose against yours and says, “Special events call for special circumstances.”

Your heart is pounding at the proximity, eyes fluttering shut when you feel his mouth brush against yours. You can feel the weight of him settle on top of you as he kisses you again, deeper this time, and you briefly wonder if he’ll ever stop making you feel like this.

“Happy birthday,” he whispers, kissing you one more time before he’s rolling off of you, crawling back under the covers, and tucking in against your side. He throws his jean-clad leg over yours, arm over your waist as he pulls you in tight. You smile against his chest, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself being pulled back into sleep.

You’re almost back into dreamland when it hits you, and you nearly dislocate your boyfriend’s shoulder as you sit up, scrambling for your phone.

“Seungkwan!” you cry, and he sits up too, rubbing at the offended arm. He looks so cute as he pouts, annoyed at your outburst, and you can tell he was almost asleep, too.

“Shit, what?”

“It’s 9:30!”

Seungkwan groans, but instead of panicking and scrambling out of bed like you expect, he flops dramatically back down onto the mattress. “Seriously? I thought something was actually wrong.”

You stare at him, incredulous. This can’t be your Seungkwan — the one who loses his mind when he’s even a second late to anything, the one you always need to remind to slow down. “Hello? You’re a half hour late to work and you don’t care?”

Seungkwan opens one eye to look at you again, and you raise your eyebrows. “I got today off, babe.”

You can feel your mouth part just slightly in surprise, and you watch as he starts to smile. “I thought you couldn’t—“

“I owe Wonwoo like, eight coffees… but he’s covering for me.”

Your chest suddenly feels so full of fondness that you could burst. “Kwanie…”

“Surprise?”

You crawl back over to him, draping yourself across his chest this time as he falls back with an ‘oof’. He’s smiling, though, absolutely beaming, and you know he’s pleased with himself — and at your reaction.

“I love you,” you say softly, chin resting on your hands as you look up at him. He scrunches his nose in fake disgust, and you roll your eyes.

“I love you, too.”

The two of you lounge around in bed for a while, sharing memes on your phones and basking in each other’s warmth. You’re always so grateful that it’s you who gets to see this Seungkwan — the Seungkwan who lets you play with his hair while his head rests in your lap (no one else gets to touch his hair like this), the Seungkwan who fidgets and traces patterns into any part of your skin he can reach (he’s confessed that just touching you like this calms him down), the Seungkwan who actually pouts so that you’ll kiss him (though he’ll deny it if anyone ever asks). You love him, your Seungkwan.

You don’t even care what he’s penciled in for the rest of your birthday together, because this right here? It’s enough.

(“I promised to buy Wonwoo coffee from the expensive place down the street from work, by the way,” Seungkwan says against your hair later, when you finally get up from the coziness of your bed. He’s latched onto you from the back, arms around your waist as you move to the kitchen. You gasp, turning around in his arms, and your boyfriend nods, eyes wide and serious.

You resist the urge to giggle as you whisper, “Not the expensive place.”

Seungkwan squeezes you. “Never say I don’t sacrifice anything for you.”)

A/N: Hope you like, my friend ❤️

tagging a few who might like to see this little guy :) @gyuminusone @minisugakoobies @seungkw1 ❤️

#bsk x reader #bsk fic #bsk fluff #my writing #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff #svt fluff #svt drabble #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #bskfic #bskficbskfic

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nimuraz · 2 days ago

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WORD COUNT — 1.7K

WARNINGS — riki asked sunoo to cover him as president of the fashion club, stressed sunoo comes complaining to you about how it went, unprotected sex (pls do not…), sub sunoo if u squint, bsf!sunoo + bsf! reader, p in v, light usage of pet names etc…

NOTES — first one shot on tumblr… yall pls cut me some slack i didn’t even proof read this so if it’s ass i am so sorry, i hope u guys enjoy nonetheless Muah xx

“that bad huh..?” you say back softly, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“dude you don’t get it! all they did was talk about parties, drugs, and their sex lives, i’m never helping riki out ever again.” he visibly cringes as the words escape his mouth.

you let out a small chuckle before sitting closely to him in the bed, laying his head on your lap.

“sounds very typical… from my understanding most of the “popular” kids are in there hm?”

you and sunoo met at uni orientation. he looked very easy to talk to so you took the opportunity, you quickly came to the realization that you both were eerily alike. it was as if you’d found a mirror to your own soul.

you giggle softly after the air quotes.

“yea and then they had the audacity to ask about my nonexistent sex life!” he mumbles dramatically.

you laugh as his words slowly drift from his mouth, gently brushing against your thighs. Almost instinctively, your slender fingers weave through his auburn locks while he continues his playful rant.

“it was so embarrassing…” he mumbles again as he snuggles closer to your upright form.

embarrassing?

“i’m right there with you noo.”

“would be so much easier to deal with if i could just get one fuck in and be done with it. then i wouldn’t have to pretend im not a virgin.” he sits up and pouts.

you give his cheek a gentle squeeze before tidying his hair, which had fluffed up from your soft touches.

“you’re cute noo.” you tease with a grin.

“s’not cute… so embarrassing…”

“mm then let’s change that for the both of us…”

nothing could’ve prepared him for that.

“what?” he says breathlessly, his gaze wandering over every detail of your face, yet somehow still avoiding your eyes.

“cmon… who better to take your virginity than your best friend right?” a soft smirk plays on the corner of your lips.

he wasn’t sure whether to scream, cry, or maybe even laugh, but in that moment, he seriously considered all of the above. one thing was certain, though—he wasn’t about to sit there and pretend he hadn’t thought about fucking you once, twice, or maybe even more than that.

“are you serious?” sunoo asks as his gaze finally meets yours.

“only if you are…” you say sweetly.

god you have dreamt of this moment for years, the soft gently touches you give each other was starting to feel torturous plus all you ever wanted was to make sunoo feel good.

sunoo felt like he was suffocating. he sits up, his eyes studying your gaze.

you lean in slowly, eyeing his lips and glossy orbs.

“can i…? we really don’t have to sun.. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable-“

sunoo completely cuts you off by pressing his soft pink lips onto yours. you feel your chest tighten because god yes you finally got to taste sunoo, and he was sweeter than you could’ve ever imagined.

he crawled over you, forcing your back to hit the mattress before gently placing his hands on your waist.

“not sure… where to go from here…” his breath fans out onto your skin, leaving goosebumps in return.

“it’s okay, we can go slow yea?”

scream, cry, throw up? all of it was running through his mind again. his eyes drank in the sight of you your flushed cheeks, dark hair framing your face, and those oh so pretty, irresistibly pink lips.

sunoo nods before leaning back down to kiss you again, his pace slower this time. you gently bite his bottom lip, seeking entrance, and the soft gasp that escapes him gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue in.

his eyes shoot open at the feel. you notice his body tense, wanting him to feel relaxed you start rubbing his shoulders gently and per usual with that, he melts.

“s’just me sunoo…” you whispered against his swollen lips.

yea for gods sake it’s you. his best friend of two years but fuck this feels so different for him. for you on the other hand, you felt yourself slowly losing yourself to him.

“look at me, sunoo.”

so he does. he looks straight into your stupid perfect eyes.

“please.” was all he could say. his voice just barely above a whisper.

you don’t know why you nod but you do, and with that you pepper soft kisses all around his face earning a soft chuckle from him.

“it’ll be okay… it’s just us…” you whispered before pulling him down by his nape to press soft kisses to his jaw.

his eyes flutter at the feel, hands squeezing your waist gently. a soft pretty moan escaping his lips when you trail the kisses down lower to his neck.

“let me get on top.” you whispered and without a second thought he maneuvers you over and then on top of his.

back to trailing the kisses down his neck you go, however you started realizing the severity of the situation. wanting a distraction from the pit in your stomach you were feeling you finally tug on the hem of his shirt and with one swift motion its off leaving him half naked in front of you.

sure you’ve seen sunoo shirtless a handful of times but god does he look perfect as ever beneath you. you shift forward a bit, your clothed cores pressing perfectly against each other.

your lips make their way down to his chest sucking on the soft skin every now and then.

sunoo was a mess.

“fuck.. baby-“ his words are cut off by his own moan leaving his mouth.

baby?

you smirk softly against the skin of his hips.

“are you sensitive here?” you whispered.

he’s sensitive everywhere but yes especially right there and all he could do was nod because you weren’t even fucking yet and he already felt so so close.

that little nod was all the motivation you needed to suck on the skin harder. sunoo’s back arched at the sensation, his moans getting louder.

“please… fuck this isn’t enough.” he manages to breathe out.

you stop your actions before looking up at him.

“tell me what you want baby.” your smooth hands rub up his clothed thighs, you knew what he wanted.

you just like playing dumb every once in a while.

things escalated quickly, and now you both find yourselves exposed and vulnerable. still, the kissing and teasing were enough to leave sunoo completely stirred up.

“tell me if it hurts, i promise i’ll stop.” he whispered against your flushed cheek.

you lay there with your best friend, his body positioned above yours, and you could feel the connection between you both. in that moment, a sense of happiness washed over you like never before.

the stretch hurt but you felt so warm and so so full. his head buried into your neck all while bottoming out. he was trembling.

“baby…” he breathes out. “you okay?”

“sunoo, kiss me.” and again as if under a spell he listened to every single command you make.

he starts kissing you so achingly slow all while thrusting in and out of you in a gentle pace. your hands make it back to his nape and tug slowly when he bottoms out again.

“feels so good… you make me feel so good baby.” you blabbed out.

you were so utterly gone.

he’s panting, trembling, and holding back so so much. it takes everything in him to not ram into you.

“more.” was all he needed to hear.

he lifts your legs up higher and places them on his shoulder before thrusting in and out of you at a more rapid speed.

skin slapping, your whimpers, and his soft moans was all you could hear in the room. you were seeing colors, he’d pull out almost all the way just to fuck himself back in and by this point he was going so hard all you could do was clutch onto his shoulders.

“right— fuck yes sunoo right there!” you moan, he swore it was almost a scream.

he pulls out one last time before gazing down at your perfect hole. he felt so filthy, so nasty for being turned on by the way your arousal glistened.

“can… can i taste you?” sunoo faintly says.

the desperation made you crave anything, your hips buck as you feel his thumbs graze your inner thighs lightly. all you do is whimper and nod.

“fuck sunoo…” you moan, every other word leaving your mouth now incoherent as you feel his tongue lay flat on your clit. unbeknownst to you, sunoo is dirtier than he leads on to be. consistently watching porn in hopes when the time (now) comes, he’ll know how to pleasure his girl. in this case, you.

“how the fuck- nghh sunoo..”

it felt so perfect, perfect enough to have you almost reaching your peak.

“baby i’m close..” you breathlessly whispered before your moans spilled out of you.

then it stopped, the knot tightening in your stomach again. you groan softly.

“sorry, just really wanna be in you when you come…” sunoo whispered into the shell of your ear as he aligns himself with your entrance again. his pace frantic as he pounds into you.

“sunoo..” you call out softly. he looks down at you drinking in your appearance. you’ve never looked prettier, your eyes fluttering shut, your lips parted, your cheeks bright red.

“yea…?”

“i love you…” you babble.

‘what the fuck…’ you both simultaneously thought.

“you do…?” he asks, his release just right there so extremely close.

“sunoo- ah! fuck harder…” you whimper as he hits just the right spot.

“y/n… please…” he moans into your mouth before kissing you harshly. you did love him, and he loved you too. more than anything. he just had no idea how to tell it to you too.

he sat you upright as he kept thrusting into you before wrapping an arm beneath one of your under arms, pulling you flush against his chest.

“i… fuck…” he moans, entire body trembling.

“i love you too… i mean it…” he whispers as he goes impossibly faster. that was all it took for your pussy to clench so beautifully around his dick. your arousal connected between you both.

he pulls out and pumps himself before cumming on his fist and your inner thigh. both of you left panting, he collapsed next to you shortly after.

“you mean it…?” you whisper.

“we’ll talk about it later…”

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reesespeanutbutterfuck · 2 days ago

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"pinky promise?" caleb x reader

promises are just... always meant to be broken.

pairing: caleb x GN!reader

cw: short fic, comfort, communicating with each other, mentions of light injuries, very short angst toward the end

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The sound of crickets are all that could be heard in the neighborhood as you limped your way home. You don’t usually come home this late at night. It’s just you fully intended to avoid Caleb at all costs. Every time, after your mission ends, let’s just say, sometimes when luck is on your side you end up unscathed, other times—well, more often than not, you don’t.

Today was just one of those unlucky days. And even more so that it completely went past your head that it was the first day of Caleb’s day off and you were more than certain he was home. It took a lot of effort just to stand and walk still. Looking at yourself in a puddle, you were reminded of the fact that you looked like shit right now. Like a ragdoll that got tossed around. Those wanderers really did you dirty.

You did everything you could do to pass the time and make sure Caleb is asleep and you won’t run into him looking like this. Staying at the headquarters hours overtime and sitting on a convenience store bench staring at nothing. When you opened the door to the house, being as quiet as possible, you looked around first to see if the coast was clear. You almost heave a sigh of relief seeing that the lights are dim and Grandma or Caleb were nowhere to be seen.

Almost.

“You were out late, Pipsqueak. Finally you remembered you have a home.”

Caleb's tall figure emerges from the kitchen door. Your shoulders hunched up upon hearing the seriousness in his voice. Shoot. You cursed yourself in your head. You composed yourself and did your best to stand up straight.

“Why are you still up? Aren't you tired from travelling all the way here from Skyhaven?”

“I just finished washing the dishes. Gran was worried sick about you all night. If I hadn’t put her to sleep she’d be up waiting for you ‘til sunrise.”

He closed the distance between the two of you and you almost flinched when he stood there right in front of you. You averted your eyes and tried your best to act normal. You were thankful at least that the main lights were out and only the dim lit ones were on. You pray he doesn’t see your wounds and bruises all over.

You cleared your throat, not minding your aching limbs. “I just went drinking with friends. It’s been a long day and I’m really tired.”

“Really…” he lifts your chin with the side of his finger. “Do you always come home with a busted lip when you drink with your friends? 'Cause if you do, I might have a little chat with them.”

“I… How did you see…?” You cover the corner of your wounded lip with your hand. Does he have night vision?

“20/20 vision is required in the field of aviation.” he motioned you to sit on the sofa. You would’ve protested if your legs didn’t feel like it was about to give out any time.

You sat yourself down on the sofa. You hear Caleb fumble something from the cabinets before he follows behind and sits by you. He pried your face towards him while holding your chin and looked closely at the wound at the corner of your lip, his expression remained stoic.

You tried to read his mind, but the thoughts behind his eyes were far too difficult to decipher. He started cleaning the wound with a gauze pad and putting antiseptic ointment from the first aid kit.

Still avoiding eye contact, your voice shook while trying to find the words to say. When you opened your mouth, that's when everything went off like a word vomit.

“Caleb, I’m sorry for worrying you. I can take care of myself. I’ve been a really heavy burden to you and I know you’re already tired enough as it is. I really, really don’t want to cause you any more problems.” you uncomfortably shifted, removed his hand on your cheek and turned your head away from him. “Believe me, I tried so hard to get off without a scratch. But I’m also really not in the mood for nagging right now, you can tell me off as much as you want tomorrow morning, just not ton–”

You were cut off when your childhood friend silently cradled your cheek with a gentle touch and made you look at him. Your mouth gaped when you saw how somber his expression looked, the shine of his eyes reflecting the dim lights that illuminated the living room.

“Do you really feel that way?” Caleb’s voice cracked. “You’ve never been a burden, nor will you ever be.” his sapphire eyes looked apologetic as he reassured you. “And I'm sorry about the nagging. I didn't mean to. I... just don’t want to see you in this state, ever. I would never want you to feel like you’re always being interrogated and scrutinized. I know you’re doing your best and you’re exhausted. You shouldn't feel guilty about something you don’t have any control on, and I’m very sorry for making you feel that way.” he brushes his thumb comfortingly on your cheek.

“I…” you paused, not knowing what to say. You held his hand on your cheek. Your lips quivered before you finally went for it and hugged his torso. Your arms wrapped under his arms and around him, the side of your face pressed up against his chest, inhaling his cologne. It felt like a sanctuary to be in his arms.

Caleb looked down at you, immediately reciprocating the affection, wrapping his arms around you too.

“Hmm? What is this?” He caressed your hair.

“I’m just lucky to have you.”

“What, because I’m the only one you can talk to?” he jokes.

You looked up at him. “You’re the only one.”

The way you said it caught him off guard. He quickly pulled it together. “Yeah, yeah enough with the flattery.” he dismisses but he doesn’t mean it, wrapping his arms tighter around you and comfortably resting his chin atop your head. “There, there. I’m sorry again for making you feel like you’re always walking on eggshells. I know well that you can't control the nature of your work. It was insensitive of me. If there’s someone I want to be, I want to be someone whom you can trust.”

You’d trust him with your life, anytime, anywhere.

You melted in his arms. You felt secured for the first time in forever you didn’t think you’d end up in your childhood friend’s arms tonight. God, you missed him so much.

You were completely oblivious to the fact that Caleb was just as head over heels to see you back at Skyhaven that he stayed awake tonight because he can’t wait to see you. There's not a single day he didn't yearn for you while he was away. Of course it pained him to see you hurt.

“Promise me you’ll try not to get hurt as often.” Caleb’s large hands rubbed your back.

“Sure, in one condition.” you withdrew from the hug and faced him, feigning a serious face.

He chuckles, “You haven’t changed at all, Pipsqueak. What would that be? Don’t worry about the chores and cooking. You can count me on that.”

“No, not that.” you broke your composure for a second before returning to your dead serious face. “Promise me you won’t abandon me, ever. I want to see you everyday when I come home. I would crumble if you vanished suddenly without a trace. I’ll bite you if you leave me.”

Caleb paused before he smiled warmly. “...Okay. I promise I’ll never leave you, you can never get rid of me, anyway.”

Caleb ruffled your hair and lifted his pinky to further swear. You stared at his pinky and immediately got the cue. You connected your pinky with his as a pinky promise.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You held onto his word with every fiber of your being.

You shouldn’t have.

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#love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x you #lnds caleb #lnds rafayel #lnds zayne #lnds xavier #lnds sylus #lnds #lads caleb #caleb x reader #caleb lads #love and deep space #fics #x reader #imagines

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gumims · 5 hours ago

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have you noticed yet? | gojo x reader

it was supposed to be a normal day at the university. you were in the courtyard, trying to get through some reading before your next class when, as usual, gojo satoru showed up. you could feel his presence before you even saw him, the undeniable aura of chaos he brought with him.

“hey, you’re looking extra focused today,” gojo’s voice cut through the air as he approached, plopping himself down beside you without asking.

you didn’t even look up. “what do you want, gojo?”

he kicked his feet up onto the table, knocking a couple of your papers to the ground. “just thought i’d check in on my favorite person.”

“favorite person, huh?” you finally glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “since when am i your favorite?”

“since forever,” he grinned, eyes glinting with mischief. “you’ve just been too busy pretending you don’t like me to notice.”

you rolled your eyes, going back to your book. “don’t start with me today. i’m trying to study.”

“oh, i know,” he said, leaning in closer with that playful, irritating smirk of his. “but i can tell you’re not really studying. something’s distracting you, isn’t it?”

you bit back a sigh. he always had a way of getting under your skin. “it’s none of your business.”

“it is when i’m the distraction.” gojo’s grin widened, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. “you’re always so serious, y/n. it’s cute.”

you looked at him, eyes narrowing. “seriously, gojo, what do you want?”

his grin faded slightly, and for a second, he actually looked serious. almost too serious. “i want you to stop pretending like you don’t notice me.”

“i notice you,” you said flatly, “but that doesn’t mean i like you.”

“no, but it does mean you’re lying to yourself,” he shot back, his voice suddenly quiet. “you notice me more than anyone else does. you pay attention to every little thing i do. i see it.”

you froze for a moment, caught off guard. “what are you talking about?

“i’m talking about the fact that you’re not as immune to me as you like to think you are,” gojo continued, his usual cocky smile back in place. “you act like you’re annoyed, but deep down, i know you’re always waiting for me to show up.”

you stood up abruptly, your heart pounding in your chest. “you’re crazy.”

“am i?” gojo’s voice softened, more genuine than you expected. “maybe i am. but i’m not wrong.”

you wanted to snap at him, tell him to stop messing with you, but something in his eyes made you hesitate. he wasn’t joking anymore. the usual teasing tone was gone. he was… serious.

“you’re definitely crazy,” you muttered, taking a step back.

gojo chuckled softly, standing up too. “maybe. but i’m not joking about this.”

you frowned at him. “what are you trying to say?”

he smirked again, leaning closer as if the world around him didn’t matter. “i’m saying that i like you. yeah, i like you. and you can pretend you don’t care, but we both know you do.”

you stood there, caught between disbelief and confusion. “wait, are you—”

“yeah, i’m saying it,” gojo interrupted, shrugging like it was no big deal. “i like you. and i’m done pretending i don’t.”

you opened your mouth to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat. gojo was looking at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. like he wasn’t even fazed by his own confession.

he flashed that trademark grin of his, turning to leave. “so, what are you gonna do about it, huh?”

you stared after him, still processing what just happened. gojo satoru had just told you he liked you. not in some roundabout way, not with any games. he’d just said it.

and you didn’t know what to do with that.

but maybe you also like him back.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk #jjk fluff #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk crack

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imliterallyf7ckin9crazy · 1 day ago

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“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

#squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #squid game x you #thanos x reader #nam gyu x reader #player 124 #player 230 #squid game #x reader #thangyu #thangyu x reader

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cece693 · 2 days ago

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I Don't Need A Gentleman

pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws

You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”

You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”

Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”

Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”

Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”

“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”

Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”

You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”

Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”

Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.

Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”

You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”

“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”

Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”

Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”

She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”

Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”

“Anytime,” Alice sings out.

“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.

You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.

“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”

“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”

He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”

Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”

Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”

Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”

His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.

“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”

Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”

Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.

Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.

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becauseimswagman1 · 1 day ago

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Lightskin brothaaaaa

Kelvin Harrison Jr. x reader

Warnings: humiliation kink mentioned, voyeurism kink mentioned, suggestive flirtation, hint at bisexual!Kelvin, hint at bisexual!Aaron

----Reader asks Kelvin to have a threesome... kelvin has some qualms about it---- Reader is in a girl group btw-----

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Life after hard launching your relationship with Kelvin was actually pretty fucking chill.

The two of you went almost everywhere together, unlike your typical couple with busy schedules.

You practically lived in his skin and vice versa. Since y’all have been together, going on two years (secretly at first), the fans have gotten used to him appearing on not only yours, but your group’s social media doing dance challenges. He especially made appearances on Instagram since that’s where you’re the most active. Every chance you got, you posted relatable relationship quotes that the fans immediately knew were talking about Kelvin. You also posted a shit ton of pics of him being the lightskin ass clown he is.

But that’s surface level, let’s get into the real shit.

You wanted to spice things up (as if things could get any spicer, y’all two gots DOWN) with him by having a threesome, but he was NOT having it.

“What do you mean you want me to watch while another man fucks the shit outta you?!”

“Exactly what you think it means! It’s not like you’re not into voyeurism.” You really couldn’t see the problem here.

“As true as that may be, that shit is NOT happening with Trevante of all people!”

….There’s the problem…

“Cause he’s wayyyy buffer than me and I don’t have time for my girlfriend to say mildly mean things to me while she’s about to get fucked by a big strong man.”

“But you’re into that….”

“Shut it! That was ONE time!”

You laughed, “I said you nutted like a weak ass bitch then you literally shot so hard it got on the ceiling. And you wanna try and tell me you’re not into a little humiliation.”

“Fine, fine, whatever. Look, if we’re gonna do it, then who it’s with has to be my choice.”

“...what?”

“Yeah, it has to be. I need to do research first on candidates.”

“Candidates? Is this the presidential election? Baby, what the fuck? And what type of research are we talking about?”

“Don’t worry about that. Just know I got it handled.”

“...Are you gonna survey dick sizes? Is this about him not having a bigger dick than you?”

“No! No! Of course, not- maybe- okay No! It’s not. I’m just gonna do extensive searching for the perfect man. He’s gotta be really fucking hot, but not hotter than me if he’s gonna get my permission to touch you.”

You cooed, “Awe, babe! I knew you were bisexual-”

“Baby, no!”

“... Just a little bisexual…? It’s okay to admit it. We all are.”

“I’m not unpacking that right now!”

All you could do was laugh as he stormed out of the room like a diva.

—-----------------------------------------

After that conversation, neither you nor Kelvin spoke of the topic again. You figured he was taking finding a partner seriously, but not this seriously.

In secret, he had been conducting interviews, asking basic questions. Asking for kinks (if they had any) and their most recent STD test results (and if it’s been a while, then that they get tested). Ya know, standard shit. Nothing serious.

—-----------------------------------------

—--TWO MONTHS LATER—---

Kelvin had finally found the perfect person for the threesome.

The guy is someone he trusts, not only with his well-being but with you and your pleasure in bed.

—---------------------------------

“Baby!” Kelvin steps into your dorm like he lives there. He was so ready for you to stop being so picky about choosing an apartment. You also didn’t wanna leave your girls’ unattended, lord knows they’d burn the place down without you there, but the two of you wanted your own space. Kelvin wants to be able to love on you without someone popping up and interrupting.

“Baby, where you at?” He took off his shoes and walked around your dorm. It just seemed to be just you home today.

“Bae? I’m in my room!” you almost didn’t hear him due to your music being turned up loud through your headphones.

He walked in, “I’ve found someone.”

“Found someone for what?”

He sat next to you on the bed and sprawled out, “Someone for our rendezvous.”

“OH! A rendezvous? Bae, are we going on a quest? The fuck is a rendezvous, call that shit what it is.”

“Fine. I’ve found someone for our threesome.”

You snickered, “There you go.”

“Anyways, this guy is perfect. He’s tall and checks all of our boxes.”

“Oh… ours? As in our boxes? You must be finally ready to unpack-”

“No!” he put his hand over your mouth, “I’m not. Shh! The guy is Aaron.”

Your eyes widened and you spoke behind his hand, “Aaron?”

Kelvin moved his hand, “Yeah. I had listed what you liked about me and the traits you liked, that I didn’t have and came up with an extensive list of guys. And no Trevante wasn’t on it so don’t even ask.”

You slumped down in the bed a bit.

“After talking to all of them, Aaron ended up being the best choice.”

Your brows furrowed, “Wait… does he know it’s for a threesome?”

“Nah. I lied to them all and said I was doing a survey for this underground actor freaky club.”

You held back your laughter. Only your man would do this. “So we gotta ask if he’s down?”

“Yeah, babe. Aaron’s chill though.”

You looked at him, “Riiight, asking your close friend to have a threesome with you and your girlfriend is so easy.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“You know it was.”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll talk to him over drinks tomorrow.”

“TOMORROW?!” you got up off the bed and started pacing around your room. “The fuck you mean tomorrow?”

Kelvin sat up, “Yeah. I’m ready.”

“You’re ready?!” you slowed down your pacing, “Like actually?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m more than ready, I’m excited.”

You sat down next to him, “If you’re confident then so am I. I trust you.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your forehead, “I love you.”

“I know.”

He smacked the side of your head playfully.

“Fineeeee. I love you, too, my bisex-”

He mushed your face, “Sweet moment over.” —-------------------------

Tomorrow came way too fast. Luckily it was a rare day that y’all had the day off, so you had the whole day to freak out and get advice.

You walked into your favorite member's room.

“Damn, you don’t how to knock?”

“Hush. I’m having a threesome.” you plopped face-first onto her bed.

She shut the book she was reading, “A what?! I knew you and that lightskin were freaky frogs. Who’s it with?”

Muffled, “Aaron.”

“WHO?!”

You turned over on your back, “Aaron.”

“Oh, he’s hot. Have fun for real.”

“Have fun???? I’m supposed to fuck him in front of Kelvin.”

“That little cuck bitch. Y’all are nasty!”

“I know you ain’t talking, yo ass in a scandal now for sneaking around with most of the motherfuckers in my man’s friend group. You ain’t slick.”

“You didn’t even have to go there.”

“Well, I did. Anyways, I need help.”

“For what? You’re fucking tw…” she gags, “two hot men.”

You narrowed your eyes, “I heard that. You not slick.”

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever.”

“Kelvin and I are discussing things over with Aaron tonight over drinks. I just want things to go smoothly.”

“And things will, sis. Trust in your man, yourself, and most importantly, trust in that Henny.” she chuckled.

You laughed, “Bitch, you so stupid.”

“But that Henny’ll get you right. Nice and relaxed.”

“That’s true.” You got up off her bed, “I’m gonna go start getting ready.”

“Put on something sexy! And tell that lightskin that you wanna try double penetration!”

“Absolutely not!” you walked outta her room.

—-------------------------------

Kelvin walked into the apartment you shared with your group, per usual, like he lived there.

“Kelvin, what’s up?” the youngest member greeted him.

He smiled, “Hey, is she ready?”

“Almost. You want some water while you wait?”

“Nah, nah. I’ll be alright.” he went to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Lightskin!” the second youngest yelled as she sat next to him, “Y’all, uh, tryna have a threesome with A-A-ron I heard.”

Kelvin sighed, sometimes you were the bain of his existence, “Yeah and I heard you’re still getting death threats from fucking half of my friends and getting caught doing it, right?”

She nodded, “Okay okay. Coming with the jokes. I’ll leave you alone. I can see how nervous you are.”

Finally, you walked out of your room, “Is this whore bothering you?”

Kelvin stood up at the sound of your voice and walked over to you.

“Whore?? I resent that.”

“Sure you do. It’s practically tattooed on your forehead.”

Instead of answering, she just slumped down on the couch.

“Ready, babe?” he said kissing your cheek.

“Yeah, let’s go before I get the itch to ring somebody’s neck.”

And with that, y’all were off.

—---------------------------------

“When I agreed to drinks, I didn’t think you would’ve rented out a section for us. Why so secluded for some drinks?” Aaron said.

Kelvin smirked, “Oh, you know we just wanted some privacy for what we plan to talk about.”

“Talk about what?”

“Uh…” Kelvin trailed off, “Babe?”

Oh, he expected you to say this. You guess it’s only right since you were the one who brought it up to him.

“Aaron, we wanna ask if you’d be down to have a threesome with us. Total one time thing and it’s completely fine if you say no.”

Aaron chuckles and finishes his drink, “I think I’m gonna need another drink.”

“I think we all do.” Kelvin motioned for the waiter to bring y’all the bottle.

“Actually, leave it. Thank you,” you said to the waiter.

The waiter set the bottle on the table and walked off.

Aaron poured refills for you and Kelvin first then refilled his own and took a long sip, “Is that why you were you asking me about my kinks? I knew it wasn’t for a freaky-ass actor sex club!”

Kelvin chuckles, “Yeah, man... Sorry, I lied. I just wanted the best guy for this.”

“And what does your girl think?”

You took a sip of your drink, “His girl thinks you’re very sexy and that you look like you can fuck good.”

Aaron smirked, “Looks like you’re in luck, I never leave my partners unsatisfied. You’re both attractive and I’d never miss an opportunity to have two hot people in my bed.”

You smirk, thinking of a sly game to play. You slid your left hand onto Kelvin’s lap, switching between rubbing and squeezing his growing erection, and slid your right foot up Aaron’s leg, just resting the sole of your shoe on his crotch.

“Oh…” Aaron chuckles, “Someone wants the party to start early.”

“Seems like she does. Having fun baby?” Kelvin looks at you.

You smile a little, “Yeah, but I could have more if we get outta here.”

Aaron cleared his throat and then stood up, “I’ll get the check.”

“What a gentleman.” your boyfriend said.

Aaron leaned over to the side y’all were sitting on and said to no one in particular, “I’m always a gentleman.”

“Promise?” you said.

“Like I said, always.” then he walks away, searching for the waiter to pay.

“Kelvin he’s fucking perfect.”

“Yeah. I made a good choice didn’t I?”

“If your dick is anything to go by then I’d say you did. You’re hard as fuck.”

He glances down at his growing pain and holds in a groan, “Yeah, I am. Aaron’s hot as hell.”

“Thank you.” Aaron said, “Let’s get outta here. I got more liquor at my place and ya know, my bed. ”

You and Kelvin stood up quickly, sneaking glances at each other. Y’all knew a time would be had.

—---END—-------

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DRIVEN BY ADRENALINE suna rintarou. epilogue ; one year later.

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It smells good. Too good for your liking. The aroma filling the house is making you a bit suspicious, because now that you’ve known Runa for so long, you’ve come to know that she can’t cook for the life of her.

You peak your head around the corner, peering into the kitchen discreetly, and your eyes fall on Kita and Runa standing near the sink, laughing with each other. The sight puts a smile on your face— a good guy in the sea of bad ones Runa has had to deal with in the past year.

Walking back into the living room, you see Atsumu and Osamu sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward to watch a seemingly very close game of volleyball. Aran sits in the chair adjacent to them, laughing at the way the twins’ faces contort with every play.

You’re proud of the three of them.

Atsumu has really grown up over the past year. He’s stopped bringing girls home every night, stopped getting into fights for no reason, but he’s still a shit head and he knows it.

Osamu has started thinking more seriously about opening up a restaurant. You’d begged him to cook dinner tonight, but Kita had refused since it was the twins’ birthday.

And Aran has… Well, he hasn’t really changed. He didn’t need to, though. He was always one of the nice ones. Always wearing a smile on his face, always prepared to do anything for his friends. He gives you a wave as you pass by them and head towards the back bedroom, where Rin is taking a nap.

You stop in the doorway for a long moment, admiring the curve of his face, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soft snores that he swears aren’t real. He’s pretty all the time, but he’s most pretty like this, you think. Relaxed, the feeling of safety wrapping around him like a warm hug. You take a deep breath before you talk, taking in the scent that you’ve grown so used to. Leather, vanilla, faint lavender. Home.

You take careful steps towards the bed, expertly avoiding the spots that creak. You’ve been in this house almost everyday for the past year now, exploring every nook and cranny, every creak and groan. The bed dips below your wait and Rin shifts a little, turning over on his stomach.

His cheek is pressed against the pillow and you can’t help but jut your bottom lip out in complete adoration. He is definitely the cutest when he’s like this.

“Rin,” you whisper, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on his back. He doesn’t even twitch. “Rin?” It’s a bit louder this time— definitely loud enough to wake someone up. But Rin still doesn’t move. You narrow your eyes and get close to his ear. “Time to wake up!”

He jolts awake and a flurry of giggles escapes you. He looks so frazzled for a moment and it just tickles you. He looks around for a moment, clearly still in his sleepy haze, but then finally lands on you and blinks a few times.

“Hi, Rinnie,” you say, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his forehead. “You were asleep for two hours. Dinner’s almost done. Plus, the twins wanted you to come watch the last set of the Adlers game.”

He hums in response, head falling back down onto the pillow, eyes falling shut again. You shake your head and poke his cheek. “C’mon, Rin. You practically forced me to sit and watch sports with your friends.”

“No, I didn’t,” he mumbles, not even bothering to open his eyes. “You were asleep for a little bit. And then you woke up and left. You could have stayed here with me.” His arm reaches out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Could’ve had a nice little nap together.”

Again, you giggle at him. You’ve been doing that a lot more recently— giggling, that is. He just makes you so giddy. “Rin, seriously. Let’s go eat.”

“Five more minutes.”

“Rintarou.”

His head shoots up to look at you, eyes playfully narrowed. You stare at each other for a moment, both of your eyes set in a challenging glare. Eventually, he groans dramatically and drops his face into the bed sheets. “Fine,” he says, muffled by the fabric. “Let’s go, I guess.”

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Tickles

short drabble

featuring. ekko x reader

requested by anon

a/n. something for ekko while i work on gilded cage. also this could be see as teaser for the upcoming chapter of gilded cage! since i did promise that it will be more fluff and sweet than angst.

Tools, scraps of metal, and blueprints were strewn across the surface in what could only be described as organized chaos. Ekko sat hunched over a nearly-finished trinket, his brow furrowed in concentration as he adjusted a tiny screw. The sight of him so absorbed in his work was beginning to get on your nerves. He had been at it for hours, refusing even the smallest break.

“Ekko,” you called softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’ve been at this all day. You need to rest.”

He didn’t even glance up as he muttered, “Almost done. I promise.”

Your lips twisted in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Typical Ekko. He always driven and determined. You walked up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“C’mon, you can finish this later. Let me get you something to eat, or at least some water,” you offered, your voice tinged with concern.

He tilted his head slightly, flashing you a quick grin. “I’ll take a rain check on that, but thanks. I’m in the zone right now.” You narrowed your eyes, his refusal only fueling your determination.

“If you won’t come willingly, I’ll have to resort to extreme measures,” you teased, a playful edge creeping into your tone.

Sliding your arms around his shoulders, you leaned heavily against him, draping yourself dramatically.

“I’m not moving until you take a break,” you declared, resting your chin on his head. Ekko let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly.

“You’re so annoying, y’know?” he said, though he made no attempt to push you off. Seeing his lack of resistance, you decided to up the ante. Your hands slid down to his sides, and you gave an experimental squeeze. To your delight, Ekko jolted, letting out an uncharacteristic yelp.

“What was that?” you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish.”

“I’m not ticklish,” Ekko said quickly, his voice a touch higher than usual. He tried to focus on the gadget in front of him, but you could see the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh, really?” you replied, your tone dripping with mock disbelief. Your fingers darted to his ribs, and he squirmed in his chair, a strangled laugh escaping him.

“Stop it. Seriously,” he said, though his words lacked any real conviction. You grinned, fully committing to your full ticklemonster mode.

“You should’ve just taken a break,” you teased, your fingers dancing over his sides.

Ekko was losing the battle. His laugh, loud and unabashed, echoed through the room as he twisted and turned in his chair, trying to escape your relentless attack.

“Okay, okay! I surrender!” he managed between gasps, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks. You stepped back, hands raised in victory.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” you said, your grin wide. He glared at you, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, standing up and stretching. Before you could reply, he lunged forward, scooping you up effortlessly. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice low with mock menace.

Your laughter joined his as he spun you around, his hands finding every ticklish spot you had tried so hard to hide. The two of you ended up on the couch, breathless. As you curled up against him, his arms wrapping securely around you, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Thanks for reminding me to live a little,” he murmured. You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

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Part II: Burnout

Summary: The Monaco Grand Prix went up in smoke as the end of the world began. You and a group of your friends managed to escape, but not without loss, as the dead began to walk.

featuring: SV5, CL16, OP81, & LS2. (mentions of LN4 + some surprise appearances)

warnings: zombie apocalypse! features character death, gore, and other genre conventions/staples. please do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the potential warnings!

notes: i am 100% serious when i say that if you did not take the warning on the first chapter seriously, this is the time to do so. please protect your mental before reading.

word count: 5,295

“Logan, you don’t have to come if you aren’t feeling up to it.”

The American boy shook his head fiercely, nervously shifting the bag on his shoulder. “I have to,” he replied, although his voice wavered with uncertainty. “We can’t just wait for help. Every second we wait… someone else could be…” You watched as a faraway look took over his face, the haunted, guilt-ridden frown coming back.

Oscar grasped his shoulder. “C’mon, mate,” he murmured. “Keep it together.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Logan nodded, offering a weak, shaky smile to each of you. You and Oscar exchanged looks, but didn’t protest Logan’s words. You knew you couldn’t. Logan would push through, no matter how terrified he really was.

“Then no time to waste. Let’s get going.” Seb had taken a crowbar from the maintenance closet, and was holding it in his gloved hands. “Let’s get in, and stick together. And whatever you do, don’t get bit.”

Charles shifted uncomfortably as Sebastian opened the door, Logan and Oscar slipping into the hallway as he did. Both of them were holding golf clubs, Oscar’s raised defensively while Logan’s was a bit lower, more hesitant. “Remind me why we aren’t taking the car?” Charles asked, rolling the baseball bat he’d taken in his hands.

“Cars are loud,” was Seb’s swift and easy answer, as if those three words explained everything.

For a moment, Charles looked like he wanted to protest, but he stopped himself and shook his head, muttering something in French. The security and safety a car would provide as you traveled was something you could understand him wanting, given what you’d seen happen as you left the circuit. But at the same time, you also knew why Seb had made the decisions he’d made. A car was loud, and anything loud was a near guarantee that the undead would find you before you ever even made your way into the paddock at the circuit. It was the potential to sentence one of your group — the number of you already dwindling — to death. And after everything that had happened in the hours prior, after realizing everyone who was either missing or dead, you didn’t want to risk that. You couldn’t risk it.

“We should go on foot,” you quietly agreed with Seb, glancing over at your friend with a frown. Charles looked at you, confused. “It’s less than twenty minutes, Charles. And the risk from the noise… it’s not worth it.” You held onto another of Lando’s golf clubs, kicking the head of the club and letting it bounce against your toes.

For a moment, Charles hesitated. But he nodded, however reluctant he actually was. “Okay. On foot it is.” He glanced at you.

You offered him the best smile you could, given the situation, and reached out to squeeze his arm gently. He did the same for you, although you could still see the hesitance in his smile. You slowly moved past Seb, who was still holding the door open, and into the hallway. Charles followed behind you, with Seb bringing up the rear.

The building was strangely quiet as you made your way back to the ground floor, Oscar and Seb accompanying Logan down in the elevator while you and Charles descended the stairs. Even your normally talkative friend was dead silent, a pensive frown on his face and his brow furrowed as he lost himself in his thoughts.

You knew what everyone else was thinking in their silence. Those thoughts were running through your head, too.

What if there’s no one left?

It wasn’t until you were halfway through the long trek (that only felt long because of the silence) to the circuit that you heard the sound of someone else’s voice as Logan spoke up. He’d fallen behind, lost in his thoughts, and finally, he said, “Hey.” The sudden sound made you jump at first. You all looked at him, Seb, who stood at the front of your group, even peering at him out of the corner of his eyes. “What if… what if we’re the only ones who made it. And we see… people we know. As-as one of those things.”

You looked towards Seb, who was suddenly staring ahead of him like the rising smoke in the distance was the most interesting thing imaginable. Your gaze turned toward Charles, whose frown had only deepened as he stared at the bat in his hands.

“All I know is that if it was me,” Oscar started, slowly interrupting the silence as you all searched for an answer to Logan’s question, “I’d want you to put me out of my misery.”

“Like… you’d want us to, uh… re-kill you, I guess?” You almost wanted to laugh at Logan’s struggle for words, but the context surrounding them wasn’t funny. You knew that you could run into anyone who wasn’t accounted for. How could there possibly be humor in that?

Oscar pursed his lips, shrugging nonchalantly, despite the clear tension in his shoulders. “Well, yeah. Being a zombie means that I could hurt other people, even kill ‘em if I’m not dealt with. And I wouldn’t want my body walking around like that, without me in it. It’d be a kindness, really. To put me down, I mean.” He glanced over at you, offering you a small smile, like he knew where your mind was hurtling towards.

Lando.

“Then that’s what we do,” you said softly as you weakly returned Oscar’s smile. “I’m sure everyone else would feel the same.”

With a short nod, Oscar reached over to Logan and tried to pat his shoulder reassuringly. Instead, Logan grabbed Oscar’s hand and squeezed it, needing some sort of comfort — any sort of comfort — that was offered. Although Oscar looked surprised for a moment, he allowed Logan to hold onto him like a lifeline. Your eyes met his again, and you smiled, this one a little bit stronger.

If nothing else, you needed to be strong for the people who were still alive.

Silence fell between the group again. Logan continued to cling to Oscar’s hand, his brow furrowing further and further. His grip on his golf club had tightened. Oscar had subtly pushed himself in a defensive position, ready to fight anything that came at the distracted Logan. You almost smiled. Even now, they were looking out for each other. At your side, Charles was playing with the bat, kicking it with his toes with each step he took. He was constantly chancing looks out in one specific direction. His home, his mom’s home.

You reached over and grabbed his wrist. When you met his eyes, you could see the flicker of hope dimming from only hours prior. You managed a small smile, but he could barely return it. The little twitch of his lips was all you would get from him. Your hand fell back to your side, words failing you as you searched for a way to comfort him.

Seb finally halted as you reached the parking lot gate, all of you coming to a stop behind him. “We’re here,” he muttered.

There was still smoke rising from the circuit. In fact, you could’ve sworn that there was more than you remembered. More fire, more things going south. More chances that your friends were gone. More chaos and violence, and you were sure that there should’ve been more panic and screams echoing through the city.

But somehow, it was quiet.

“Alright. Stay as silent as possible. No noise. Let’s get in, go looking, and get out with whoever we find. No taking stupid risks, got it?” Seb ground out, looking more serious than you thought you’d ever seen him.

Everyone, even Charles, who was normally someone who couldn’t stay silent, even in serious situations, was deadly silent as your group crept through the remains of what had been the Monaco Circuit. There were small fires all around the circuit and there was debris scattered along the streets. The corpses of those who hadn’t reanimated, many of which were half eaten, were strewn about the asphalt. Blood had begun to soak into the road.

You winced as you had to creep past a group of zombies that were devouring some poor person’s remains, and you bit back a whimper as your traitorous mind imagined one of your friends in their place.

Most of the garages were empty of people — undead or otherwise — and you weren’t sure if it was a mercy or not. All that was left were the Formula 1 cars, and some bodies that had been killed in the chaos. Some of them were people you recognized. There were so many mechanics, team staff, and even a few of the reserve drivers who had been attending that weekend, and your heart sank a little bit further with every body you recognized.

Logan almost vomited when you found what was left of Fredrik Vesti’s body in the Mercedes garage. Through his tears, Oscar insisted on covering his friend, to give him some sort of dignity in death. You hadn’t been close with him, but a deep sorrow still settled in your bones as you silently watched Logan and Oscar mourn. Fred was still someone who you knew by name, and it was a cruel reminder that you were here to try to find your friends, but that not all of them had made it.

Perhaps it was a small mercy that Alex and Lily were gone by the time you reached the place that you’d lost them. There was gore and viscera, but no bodies. You didn’t want to think about whose guts were splayed on the ground as you stepped over them.

A smoking Haas car had planted itself in the pit wall, bloody handprints smeared across its glossy finish, but thankfully, there was no one in the driver’s seat. You bit your lip and forced yourself to tear your gaze from the wreckage. The front of the car had been so damaged that you couldn’t even tell if it was Nico’s or Kevin’s car.

Charles reached down to take your hand, and you finally noticed that you were shaking. He gazed at you worriedly, the unspoken question clear in his eyes. You swallowed your sobs and nodded at him, silently communicating that you were okay.

(You weren’t okay at all, but you had to tell yourself that you were to make it true.)

Finally, you reached the last garage you hadn’t checked. Williams. Behind you, you could hear Logan inhale sharply. You looked back at him, and he shook his head, his eyes beginning to look a little glassy.

The Williams garage was deadly silent as Seb lifted the doors. It was somehow clean of the blood and debris that had been in every other garage. A few of the lights were flickering, with a few completely out. Both Alex and Logan’s cars were right where you’d last seen them, and you took a deep, shuddering breath as Seb gestured for Logan to close the garage shutters behind you, Logan scrambling to do so.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as the garage shutters slammed against the floor. For a moment, you all hold your breath as you wait for any sign of life — or lack thereof — to show itself.

“Is someone there?” a British accent called from deep within the garage.

You and Charles exchanged looks of relief as you both recognized the voice. Both of you practically ran towards the voice. You turned the corner and squeezed into the rows of tyres and front wings, where you saw a figure nearly collapsed on the floor. George Russell’s familiar gaze peered at you from the tyres. You dropped your golf club as you rushed towards him, Charles hot on your heels. George sat up straight, and you could see his shoulders sag in relief from where he sat, leaning against a stack of tyres, a wrench tight in his grip.

He let his head fall back against the cloth-covered rubber. “Good to see some friendly faces, finally,” he quipped, his voice laced with a mixture of pain and relief.

“George, oh my God,” you breathed as you nearly collapsed next to him. His black team kit was covered in blood and his face was smeared with dirt and soot, but he still offered you a smile. You couldn’t help but grab him into a tight hug. “Holy shit, you’re alive.”

He let out a mirthless laugh as he winced in your arms. You could feel his arm reach up to pat your back as gently as he could. “Barely. And, quite honestly, only alive because of Hulkenberg.” He leaned back as you released him from your embrace.

Seb lowered his weapon, concern written on his face. “What d’you mean? What happened?” he asked, looking around in search of Nico.

“When I got separated from these guys,” George nodded at you, and you could feel guilt spear your chest, “I tried to go back for Alex and Lily. They… there was nothing left to go back to.” You covered your mouth as you held back a sob. “I had to run, but there was almost nowhere to go. Everything was… chaotic. People screaming and running everywhere, and everywhere I could go is filled with zombies. And then, Hulkenberg came out of nowhere like… like a fucking maniac, driving one of the Haas cars right through the crowd and then right into the wall. He got out of the car and-and his arm was bleeding. I think he was bit, but I never got a good enough look to say for certain. He just pushed me into the garage, handed me this wrench, and told me to stay here until help came. I… he never came back.”

Nico Hulkenberg was most likely dead. Bitten and turned or devoured to find others. You weren’t sure, and you didn’t know if you were ever going to find out.

“And your ankle?” Seb prodded, gesturing towards George’s leg. You followed Seb’s gesture, and gasped. George’s ankle was clearly injured, his foot pointing in an unnatural direction, and you could see it swelling.

George winced at the reminder. “Slipped and fell when Hulkenberg drove past me. Had to dive out of the way to not get hit. Couldn’t just pop it back into place, so it’s just been like this.” He reached down to pat his ankle, a pained hiss leaving his mouth.

“Do you know if anyone else is alive?”

Seb and George stared at each other in silence for a moment. Finally, George sighed and shook his head. “I don’t know. I have no idea. After Alex went down, we all got separated. I have no clue what happened to anyone else.” His brow furrowed in frustration. “But by the looks of it, not everyone got out with you.” His gaze scanned each of your faces, looking for answers that you weren’t sure he would want to hear.

Despite that, you took a deep breath and supplied, “Lance was bit. He turned, and he bit Carlos when we tried to get out.” George nodded slowly, sorrow twisting his lips into a frown. “Daniel is dead. So is Fred Vesti. A lot of mechanics and engineers are gone. We haven’t found any of the other drivers.” You could see Logan shuffle anxiously behind you. “We lost Max in that chaos, and… and I let go of Lando. I don’t know if they’re alive.”

George continued to nod slowly, a faraway look in his eyes. “Okay,” he finally managed, his voice slow and quiet. “Thank you for telling me.”

“What, that’s it?” Charles asked, shock in his eyes.

“What else am I supposed to say?” George snapped. “You want me to be angry? Sad? I knew that not everyone made it. I made my peace with it after I found what was left of my best friend on the fucking ground, after I saw him and his girlfriend getting eaten by those things. There’s nothing else to say.”

Silence fell between all of you, the losses finally sinking in. Charles looked sheepishly at George, who had let his head fall to stare at his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry. About Alex,” Charles whispered.

George smiled sadly through pursed lips. “Yeah. Sorry about Carlos.” Charles murmured a soft thanks, unable to look at George.

Seb glanced around at the garage. “This place is fortified by those shutters, but there’s not enough food to last more than a day. But, for now, it’s a good place to rest. The sun will be setting soon, which means it’ll be too dangerous for us to head back to the apartment. We’ll stay safe here until morning, and then, we get a car, get back to the apartment, and figure out next steps,” he declared.

“Okay,” you agreed readily, shrugging off your bag and pulling out the medical supplies you’d packed. “George, let me take a look at your ankle.”

George readily shifted, pulling his pant leg up. The pain became more and more visible as he moved. You grimaced at the swelling. It was angry and red, like he’d stressed it too much. You could see Oscar follow Logan as Logan staggered away, towards where his car was. Charles handed George his water bottle, and George gratefully took it, taking a long few sips before handing it back.

“You sprained it pretty bad.” George snorted a laugh — I fucking know, you could hear his unspoken words. “Going anywhere on this is going to be a bitch. Seb, tomorrow, we’re going to have to be so careful. We can’t get crept up on, not with George’s ankle like this.”

Seb nodded in agreement. He leaned down to clasp George’s shoulder. “Rest up,” he advised all of you. “In the morning, we’ll have to go. So, for now, get as much rest as you can.”

As soon as Seb said that, you all began trying to settle down for the night. What little food you had, you rationed and split amongst you, George practically wolfing down the fruit cup you’d offered him as you bandaged his ankle. Charles offered him the blanket he’d brought, to elevate his leg, and Oscar managed to find some extra clothes to cover all of you. You and Charles took up spots near George, while Logan and Oscar huddled together. Seb laid in front of all of you, as if he was protecting you from anything that could potentially get in.

But sleep didn’t come easily to you.

You couldn’t see outside the garage, but you knew that the dead were probably still roaming about the circuit, searching for anyone that was still alive to turn or devour. You stared at the garage shutter, waiting for something — anything — to happen. Your body was still on high alert from the events of the day, and even if you knew the Williams garage was safe, you couldn’t stop your mind from racing.

“Can’t sleep?” you heard a soft whisper. You looked over to George, who was staring at you with a knowing gaze from where he laid. “Me neither,” he admitted, pushing himself to sit up and scoot closer to you.

You shook your head, pulling your knees to your chest. “I just keep thinking about everyone else. Max, Lewis, Pierre… Ollie — God, Ollie and Kimi — and all of the others.” You paused. “Lando especially.”

George murmured your name, but you couldn’t look at him. “You said you let go of Lando. What happened?” he prodded, so gently that you nearly started crying.

Any words you could’ve said turned to ash on your tongue. You just meekly shook your head again. Silence fell between you and George, the echoes of the small, ambient sounds of the garage ringing loudly through your head.

“I… I lost him. In all the chaos, I just… I let go of him. And then, he was gone.”

George reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “If he’s only lost, then that’s not so different than before. Typical of Lando, always wandering off somewhere. We just have to find him.” He smiled gently, and you thanked all the stars in the sky for George Russell and how he knew exactly what to say whenever you needed him.

You smiled back, squeezing his hand in return.

When morning came and Seb woke you all up, you and George were still holding onto each other. Before you stood to pack your things back up, he squeezed your hand once more.

“We’ll find him,” he said confidently. Despite everything that was telling you otherwise, you believed him.

Those were the only words you exchanged as you crept through the circuit, back the way you came. For the most part, it was quiet. There were practically no zombies wandering around, and the few that you did see, you were able to easily put down alongside your friends. But as you reached the parking lot, you suddenly found yourselves surrounded.

You weren’t even sure where they came from, just that they hadn’t been in front of you, and then they were. As quickly as if you’d blinked, a bunch of shambling corpses had got the jump on you. You didn’t even know where they’d come from, just that they were all around you.

Once the first zombie reached for you, you’d let out a yelp as you swung your club and knocked it to the ground. It hadn’t quite been dead, instead trying again to grab you with a loud moan, and you slammed your club into its head again. You were sure you’d killed it this time if the dent in its skull and the way it went limp was anything to judge by.

But as you looked around, you saw Oscar and Seb beating back the zombies that were fast approaching, Charles and Logan taking up defensive positions around George, who they were continuing to support as best they could. George was leaning on Logan and had his wrench raised above him, ready to strike whatever came close.

You weren’t sure how long you were stuck there, but a few became a dozen, and then a dozen became dozens.

There was no end to it.

“Fuck!” you swore, swinging your club at the undead in front of you. You didn’t even have time to wince at the sickening crack in the air. “It’s like the entire population of Monaco was here for this fucking race!”

“It was a fully sold out race,” Charles reasoned, bat making contact with the skull of another approaching zombie, “There were probably tens of thousands,” another swing, “of people here.”

On either side of you and Charles were Oscar and Seb, who were viciously trying to defend an injured George, his arm draped over Logan’s shoulders for support. Oscar spat, sweat dripping down his forehead and causing his hair to stick to his skin. “We’re fucked then,” he swore. He moved the grip on the handle of his club, readjusting it.

From behind you, you heard George swear under his breath. “Just leave me,” he finally said. “My ankle… it’s going to slow you down. You need to go.”

Logan shifted George’s weight around, swinging his golf club and pushing back a zombie that was getting too close. “Mate, shut up.” He glared at George. “I’m not leaving you.” He pushed another one back, right into Sebastian’s crowbar.

“We’re all getting out of here,” Seb announced, leaving absolutely no room for argument. “Just… buy me some time. I’ll think of a plan.”

“Better think fast, Seb,” Oscar grunted as he staggered backwards. He swung his golf club again. The head was practically dyed crimson with the amount of blood on it. “The more time you think, the more of these things come at us.”

Seb’s eyes scanned the parking lot, and he grimaced at the lack of options. “Herd’s thinnest on the east. But the working only car I see is one of your stupid sports cars. Can’t fit all of us.”

“We might not have choices. Gotta do something, or we’re all dead.” George bit his lip. “Better a few of us get away than none of us.”

You huffed as another corpse landed at your feet. “It’s all of us or none of us,” you shot back.

“I see one. A van, probably media. It’s a long shot, but it looks big enough to fit all of us.” Seb squinted. “Probably a hundred meters. We get one shot at this, so here’s what we do: we form a circle, protect George. Slow, but sure, and we all get there.”

You nodded, frantically moving to form a circle. Logan and George stood in the center, Logan supporting George as he limped along. It was a slow, painful move through the parking lot, but with each of you watching each other carefully, you were able to make it that hundred meters to the car Seb had seen.

It felt like the herd was finally beginning to thin as Seb forced the door open with his crowbar, clamoring in the driver’s side door. “Buy me time, I can get this going,” he demanded, lowering himself to fiddle with the wires.

Your arms were beginning to tire, and by the looks of it, so were the others’. George, especially, was beginning to falter, his ankle clearly paining him. He slid down the side of the van, his wrench almost falling from his grasp as he reached for his ankle. Logan scrambled to stop him from hitting the ground too hard, kneeling by his side.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you heard the soft purr of the engine as Seb convinced it to roar to life. And not a moment too soon. The horde of the dead had finally thinned just enough for it to no longer be overwhelming.

Seb called, “Get in!” and you quickly turned to help George into the car, Logan helping to lift him to his feet as you opened the back of the van. But as you did, you caught sight of Oscar, who had stopped where he stood, his eyes fixed on something in the distance.

“Oh, Jesus.” Oscar staggered backwards, his golf club faltering in his grip. His eyes were trained on a specific figure in the near distance, right in the center of the oncoming group of undead. “Oh, Christ.”

You followed his gaze, only for your heart to fall right into your stomach.

“Carlos,” you breathed, stepping forward as if in a trance. His gaze was unmoving, unflinching, but it wasn’t him in there. Despite knowing it was him, there was nothing familiar about the corpse shambling towards you, nothing that you recognized of the man that had pushed you away before he’d been bitten. The angry reminder of that moment was still oozing blood, the wound still open on his shoulders.

All you could think about was the look on his face as he pushed you away and the scream in your throat as Lance’s teeth sunk into his flesh. You choked back a sob as you studied your undead friend.

His eyes were glassy, and his mouth opened and closed with only a low, gurgling growl leaving his lips. Gone were the smiles and the soft eyes. All that was left was a husk of Carlos Sainz.

Seb, having slid out of the car once he realized what was happening, reached over to grab you by the hand and pull you behind him. He raised his crowbar as Carlos — at least, what remained of Carlos — let out a low growl as he reached towards you. “Don’t look,” Seb murmured.

You could feel the golf club leaving your hand as it fell to the ground, you falling with it. Your knees hit the pavement, Logan reaching out to steady you. You clung to the arm he wrapped around you, tears that you hadn’t even felt coming already streaming down your face. A whimper left your throat.

A hand reached out and covered your eyes, and you could hear Logan murmur to you, “Don’t look,” echoing Seb’s words. You turned, burying yourself in Logan’s shoulder. Behind him, George reached out, taking your hand in his, and you squeezed back, grateful for the comfort.

Briefly, you turned, seeing Seb stepping forward to meet the approaching body of Carlos. He tightened his grip around his crowbar, and you winced at the blood that dripped down the metal. You could hear him muttering something in German, but you weren’t quite sure what he was saying. You could feel yourself biting your lip, tears still streaming down your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully look away from what you knew was about to happen. It felt like you owed it to Carlos, for saving your life.

Before Seb could meet Carlos, Charles reached out and stopped Seb, halting the crowbar mid-movement. “It should be me,” Charles murmured, his eyes trained sadly on his former teammate.

Seb couldn’t reply. He only lowered his weapon, stepping back to allow Charles to meet Carlos instead. You could see the tension in Charles’s shoulders, could practically see his eyes filling with tears, but he didn’t back down. He only raised his baseball bat as Carlos approached, and softly said, “Sorry it had to end this way.”

With a low growl, Carlos lunged for Charles, who responded immediately, bringing the baseball bat over his head and then back down onto Carlos’s. You winced at the viscous crack that rang through the air, then again as Carlos’s body hit the ground. Charles staggered backwards, dropping the bat, as Carlos went limp against the asphalt, unmoving.

“Fuck,” you heard him manage, his breathing ragged.

You quickly pushed yourself towards Charles, practically collapsing into him and wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed. He rested a bloodied, shaking hand on your arm, heaving as tears streamed silently down his face, his eyes still wide and trained on Carlos’s body. Viscous blood poured from his head wound and onto the pavement, slowly seeping towards you.

“You did the right thing, Charles,” you murmured into his shoulder, tightening your grip on his shirt. He nodded quickly, like he desperately wanted to believe you. “I’m sorry it had to be you. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it.”

He took a shuddering breath before he shook his head. “No. It had to be me,” he choked out, offering you a tentative, sorrowful smile. He squeezed your wrist before pushing himself up and pulling you with him. He picked his bat back up, then turned around, back to the car. His smile fell right off his face, disappearing along with all the color in his skin. “And now, we have to fucking move.”

You followed his gaze, and could suddenly understand why Charles had paled so suddenly.

There had to be hundreds of undead shambling towards you from the opposite side of the parking lot. From your way out.

“Time to go,” you breathed. Logan and Oscar quickly helped George into the car. Seb climbed back into the driver’s seat and Charles sprinted to get in the passenger side. As soon as Logan was in the car, you followed, slamming the door shut behind you.

Once you were all in the van, Seb let his foot drop on the pedal like a brick, the wheels of the minivan screeching as it peeled towards the herd. You flinched at the sounds of hands thumping against the sides of the van and groans of the undead.

But as they grew distant, Seb speeding through the streets of Monaco, you finally relaxed. All of you were safe for now.

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