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quiet - Chris Sturniolo

fratboy!chris × jealous!reader

(dividers from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more)

disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you. check the trigger warning before reading, enjoy!

t.w: inappropriate language, unprotected sex (don't), a tiny bit of degrading language, jealousy, alcohol, I think nothing more.

a.n: soo...i'm impatient. i had planned to post this story on the 31st, once the poll ended, but i really don't like to wait that much. however, the results are clear: chris smut won with the 52.9%!

when you spot your boyfriend chris flirting with another girl at the Halloween party, you decide to take the matter in your hands and make him jealous thanks to matt. what you don't know, is that chris is keeping a close eye on you.

“i really don’t wanna go to this stupid party, nick.”

“i know, but you know what?” nick put his hands on my shoulders, a gentle yet firm grip. he looked at me in the eyes, then said “at least you look hot as fuck, and that’s all that matters. walk through those doors as if your pussy is made out of gold, and see what happens.”

i smiled at my best friend. with new-found confidence, i walked towards the doors, swaying my hips in my skimpy DCC cheerleaders white shorts that left nothing to the imagination. nick followed right through, adjusting the fake fangs in his mouth. he was one hell of a hot vampire. 

as we entered the halloween-decorated fraternity of our college, we were immediately pulled aside by matt, who was waiting for us right at the entrance. blue and purple lights caressed his face, creating weird shadows all around.

“fuckin’ finally! what took you so long?”

“are your eyes actually open? don’t you see how hot we both look? good things are always the last to arrive.” i chuckled as nick pulled me in a side hug to prove a point to his brother.

i eyed matt up and down one last time. even in the weird colored lights, i noticed that something was off. “wait, why aren’t you dressed up?” 

“cause i’m getting the fuck out of here, i was waiting for you two just because i don’t want to leave chris here under the influence without one of us to check on him.”

“he’s already drunk?”

“yeah, you surprised?”

i looked around, trying to find that dumb-fuck, with no luck. 

“c’mon, let’s get the party started!” nick grabbed my hand, pushing through the crowd of sweaty and dressed up people to get us to the drinks.

“do you want to drink anything?” he screamed loud enough for me to understand him over the blasting music. i shook my head, still trying to find chris. i picked at my skin, worry eating me alive: where the fuck was he? he was drunk, what if he did something stupid, or worse, dangerous?

then, i spotted him: hidden in the corner of the room with some random girl, running his hand through his hair held back by the headband of his basketball player costume. she was talking about something, and i could see clearly the strand of blonde hair that he was playing with twirling in his hand as he leaned on the wall, with the cocky grin of someone who believes that he has the world at his feet.

i felt a wave of nausea hit me, hands shaking by my sides. 

nick followed my gaze, spotting his brother. his hand stopped midway, the red cup never reaching his lips. “no way…” he whispered. weirdly enough, i heard that. 

just as i was ready to leave everything and get the fuck out of there, nick stopped me.

“let me go, nick, i don’t want to spend another second here.”

“absolutely not.”

“nick, please.” tears pricked at my eyes, making it hard for me to keep them back.

“i can bet you a hundred bucks right now that he’s trying to work you up. two can play that stupid game, y/n, and you've got plenty of people who've been eyeing you up and down since we arrived. go out there and get him back."

i took a napkin, drying my tears before they could fall and ruin my makeup.

an idea popped up in my mind. i turned towards the door, spotting matt, ready to leave.

"nick, quick, how mean would it be if i took revenge with matt?"

"honestly? a lot", he begun, pulling out his phone, dialling matt's number. "but you know what? i support women's rights as well as women's wrongs. go do your thing, baby."

we watched as matt picked up the phone, turning towards us. nick told him to come to us before he left, and so he did.

"matt, go and dance with y/n. don't ask questions, we'll explain everything later."

matt looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, but he didn't complain when i pulled him through the crowd, right in the middle of the room.

"i'm sorry, matt, just a little payback to your dumb brother."

i briefly explained to him what happened, what we saw, and nick's idea, so that he knew what was actually happening.

"you know what? i need a tiny bit of alcohol in me, then we can truly give chris payback."

i watched as one of his friends brought him a red cup. he gulped it down, waiting for the alcohol to hit.

and when it did, we had the best night ever: we laughed, danced, twirled together. soon enough, everyone's eyes were on us, some were judging, others having fun with us. at a certain point i might have drunk something too, cause i found myself grinding against matt. and god knows how private we actually are around each other in our daily life.

i felt matt's hands travelling up my sides, pushing his hips against mine, making me feel his erection. i threw my head back against his shoulder as he placed wet kisses down my neck, hands squeezing me closer to him. soft breaths came out of my parted lips, losing myself in the moment: maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or the knowledge that everyone does some dumb shit during halloween night and then act the next day like nothing happened, but i had a strong urge to grab him and kiss him, to feel his lips dance on mine, our bodies so close one another that they physically couldn't get closer.

just as i turned around, intoxicated enough to actually kiss him, a strong hand pulled me away from my friend.

"wha-" i turned around, welcomed by the sight of a pissed off chris: jaw clenched, eyes fixed on a spot in front of him, dragging me around the room, elbowing whoever dared to step in front of him.

i tried to free myself from his grip, pulling and tugging with all my might, but he didn't even bulge a tiny bit. "where the fuck do you think you are taking me-"

"quiet."

"chris i swear-"

"shut the fuck up," he growled. he dragged me up the stairs, stopping in front of a door. he opened it and pushed me inside.

he locked the door behind me, pushing me against it. his lips immediately found mine, kissing me roughly. it was an angry kiss, a forceful one. it was screaming vendetta, jealousy, hurt.

i tugged at his hair as his tongue made its way in my mouth. his hands gripped my hips, so hard that i was sure they would leave marks. he hooked his hand under my knee, pushing my leg up and around his waist. i tiptoed with the other leg, trying to gain a bit of height.

chris pressed his erection right against my pussy, grinding slightly to tease me.

"chris," i moaned, every little noise swallowed by his lips.

"such a whore," he growled, lifting me up. both my legs wrapped around his waist to steady myself, as my back hit the door behind me. from this new position, i could feel his tip pushing right at my entrance.

"you really had to go all out and fuck my brother, didn't you? such a needy slut."

"the only slut here is you, flirting with that little friend of yours."

he snorted, clearly pissed off at my comeback.

"you really have no idea of what is coming, ma."

chills ran down my spine at that threat, at his dark voice and blown out pupils. he had the look of someone ready to eat you alive, and that was probably his intent.

"how pathetic," he mumbled before ripping apart the tight fabric of my shorts, leaving me completely bare.

i gasped, trying to pull away. "my shorts!"

"oh please," he started, "they were covering nothing. you could walk out there like this and no one would notice the difference."

he pressed me harder against the door as he pulled down his pants, just enough for his dick to spring out.

"hope matt got you wet enough," he chuckled ironically, then pushed himself right in, to the brim.

a chocked out moan left my lips, as chris started thrusting fast and hard inside me.

"oh chris- fuck."

"yeah? feels good? bet matt couldn't fuck you like i do."

i threw my head against the door while i clawed at his back, his jersey stopping me from leaving marks all over his back.

"ngh- so big, chris...please," i whimpered, trying to adjust to his size and rhythm. chris's lips attached to my neck, leaving kisses all around. as his mouth travelled down to my cleavage, he started to bite and nip at my skin, making sure that it would bruise.

"fuck-," he pulled out, quickly putting me down and bending me over the desk right by the door. whose room was that, again?

he pushed himself right in again, gripping my hips. he pounded into me so hard that the desk was banging against the wall with every thrust.

the room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, moans and groans as the music resonated faintly.

"such- a whore, fuck!" i felt him shudder; his hand flew quickly at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly to prevent himself from cumming yet.

"you're fuckin'mine, got that? mine."

one hand grabbed my asscheek, slapping it right after. and then again, and again, until i was left trembling and crying, overstimulated from the pleasure and pain that he was inflicting me.

his thrusts grew sloppy and unsteady as he approached his release. "chris, please, please, i wanna cum so bad" i sniffled, gripping the desk until my knuckles turned white to ground myself.

"no."

"please-"

"you can hold it. you're not cumming until i tell you to."

i bit my hand lightly, trying to focus on his orders. but it was just so hard, and he was fucking me just so good, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, that i knew i couldn't last for much longer.

a low guttural moan escaped from chris's lips as my walls clenched around him hard, pushing both of us even closer to our orgasms.

with a particular deep thrust, he tipped over the edge, spilling inside me, filling me with his hot cum. he groaned relieved as he thrusted slow and soft inside me, riding the waves of his climax.

i screamed, unable to contain my orgasm anymore, shaking as i came down from my high. i whimpered, laying down on the desk, the cool wood making me shiver all around.

"good job, ma," he whispered, stroking my back and kissing my shoulder. "such a good girl f'me, hm?"

his arms wrapped around my waist, helping me up. i leaned into him, grabbing his jersey for support.

"was i too rough?" i shook my head, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. a question bursted out, unable to stay put anymore.

"who was that girl?" chris looked taken back by the sudden question, but he had no problem answering. he shrugged, "i have no idea, i just wanted to work you up. you always give your best with angry sex."

i looked at him flabbergasted, ready to actually pick up a fight. "chris i swear-"

"shush mamas, let's get you something to actually cover up, hm? don't wanna go out there covered in marks and with no pants on, right?"

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

yk what i should fly to the USA just to experience Halloween the American way, that shit seems so much fun i swear.

hope you enjoyed it! happy, spooky Halloween everyone!

love y'all,

-bree🎃🦇

MASTERLIST

[mossy-paws]

Get in the fucking biograft, Shuriken. (EVANGELION/PHIGHTING!)

(og screenshot’s/cover under text!) Why hello there to my tumblr followers, it’s been a awhile /silly

ANYWAYS!!! Guess who recently finished the EVA franchise minus the rebuilds and has been in a horrible chokehold over it, this anime ruined my life but hey at least its intro theme is nice……

Well, I wanted to draw some stuff for it! All together these pieces took exactly 48 hours and 20 minutes… with the cover-piece taking ~35(?) of those hours. These were… very, VERY time costly safe to say LOL,,, I am super, SUPER proud of how the cover came out though, everything on it was drawn, colored, rendered, edited, whatever, BY HAND stroke by stroke (as you can see below)

The text, the lineart, the shadows, the colors, the snowflakes on the bio and Shuri, EVERYTHING was done by hand, it was horribly time costly but it did come out very, VERY well in the end I would say (fun fact! I also didn’t originally have the textless version of the cover, and I had to trace all of the lineart for bio’s tophalf by just guessing what line when where and what the hell was going on /silly)

this was a very, very hard project to do all together, but it was also a really nice learning experience too, I’m happy i did it that’s for sure :3!

(og screenies + cover)

[ennn]

Things I Liked About the Agatha All Along Finale - Initial Thoughts

Wooooo boy. Hey look I'm a bleeding heart shipper but I'm old and have been in enough fandoms. Let's process shall we?

Alice! Alice echo-ing what so many fans are saying about her lost potential. Rio actually being kind in reminding Alice her death did have purpose. "You're a protection witch, you protected someone."

The development of Billy's extremely complicated relationship with Agatha. Kid's not loyal to Agatha, he's understanding her, or starting to at least. He sees her being a relationship with Death and he's curious about the story there. He cares enough to connect the dots and see Agatha as a full person. And we see that developed as the finale goes.

"That's it? That's all the time that I get?" The show reminds us that death sometimes just happens – "Sometimes boys die" – I wonder if one of these writers is a Sandman fan because I immediately clocked a parallel to Death of the Endless taking a baby's life in her first comic appearance.

Death of the Endless is of course much kinder than Rio is with her (iconic) reply to that eternal question. "You lived what anyone gets... A lifetime."

That whole convo we got in the preview clip. And then them just sitting down and talking more? Albeit with layers of manipulation but y'know that's them.

Agatha telling Rio that she'll hand over Billy if Rio leaves her alone: essentially making Rio once again choose between her duty and her feelings towards Agatha. The deepest cut Agatha could make – which we see echoed with "If you do this I'll hate you forever." They know each other and the best ways to hurt each other.

I laughed waaaay too much at Agatha ragging on Jen's last vegetable name.

Jen's unbinding ritual was powerful and a fantastic moment for the character. She recognised and embraced her power. Agatha's mask slipping a little at the end as well. Amazing. Sasheer killed it.

The whole scene with Agatha working with Billy to bring Tommy back was beautiful and emotional and well put together and showed the side to Agatha that cements her as a great mentor (when she's not being the biggest murderous asshole).

Agatha using what she learnt from her Alice and Jen – and what Lilia told her – to hold her ground with Rio... okay it lasted like 10 seconds but it was a nice callback! Agatha's such a shameless survivor.

Incredible kissing. We knew Hahn and Plaza would deliver and they did. When it comes to kissing women, these two absolutely go for it.

Rio looking absolutely gutted with having to take Nicky away. Plaza really delivered with Rio's pain in these eps. Agatha calling her "my love", cursing and then begging.

Rio being soft about Nicky despite her job. Nicky willingly going with her with no fear, no hesitation – suggesting that they did bond somehow? Nicky knew she was a friendly face and trusted her. It was really a good death, all things considered. He wasn't sick, he wasn't in pain, he wasn't scared he simply fell asleep and just went.

Rio reminding Nicky to kiss his mom goodbye. She cares so much, as much as a personification of death can. It's funny how some people thought Rio was going to be this manipulative big bad but no, Agatha's the more toxic one in this relationship.

Okay like imagine Agatha finally dying and just straight up BOOKING it before Rio pops up. Rio hates ghosts. The number of times Agatha deliberately pissed her off this finale was amazing.

"I'm sure he'll forgive you for... whatever you did." Aw Billy is a good kid. Just like Nicky was. Agatha needs that reminder, that anchor to not be the Worst.

Chemistry aside, Agatha and Billy being mentor-pupil makes a ton of sense because these Maximoffs do the most fucked up shit (unintentionally) with their magic and Agatha's got the knowledge, charisma, cynicism, and the morals of a spinning compass to support him.

Alright when are they announcing the sequel / spin-off? I know there's a rumour of it happening. Rio's got 2 abominations and one endlessly aggravating ghost of an ex to deal with now.

[purinfelix]

just for the weekend ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ - franco colapinto

summary: your teammate has an absolutely ridiculous plan to bring your team back from the dead - but it might be just crazy enough to work w/c: 5.5k + some smau style tweets warnings: a little angst, some uncomfortable touching/kissing since it's fake dating (not too bad but better safe than sorry), some miscommunication - just two idiots in love i fear

a/n: WOW it's finally here, fake dating is literally a guilty pleasure trope for me so i hope yall enjoy this HAHA - also sorry to Williams fans bc there's a lot of slander in this but trust its all for the plot <333 (also holy shit this is the longest fic I've ever written WOW)

"You're actually insane."

"Oh c'mon, at least think about it for a minute, it's perfect!"

You fold your arms over your chest and try your best to look uninterested in whatever it is your teammate has to say. The two of you had been racing together for a little over half a year now, and you had witnessed him make (at least in your opinion) a grand fool of himself. Flirting with interviewers, winking at cameras, having absolutely no filter during press conferences - but this, this was by far the craziest thing you had heard come out of his mouth.

"A fake relationship?"

"Ah ah ah," he tuts, jutting a finger in your face, "a media relationship, one that will draw the attention away from how crap we're doing and onto the personalities of the team. Think about it, McLaren has whatever Oscar and Lando have got going on and Ferrari basically has two models for drivers. We need something to put us on the map, to make people care about us!"

You pause, and for a minute you seriously consider his outrageous proposition - he isn't completely wrong. For the two of you, making it into the points range was a rare occurrence, and even though the team always made sure to celebrate it like a podium there was something that stung about constantly being at the bottom.

"Do you realise how much trouble we could get into?"

"Ah," he sighs, and it's starting to annoy you how lightly he's talking about this, "ever the pragmatist."

"Well one of us has to be if the other's going to keep saying stupid shit," you huff before turning around and beelining out of his driver's room.

Seriously, a fake relationship? Had he lost his mind? Maybe if he focused more on his racing you wouldn't be constantly outperforming him.

"At least think about it, okay?" You hear him call out from behind you, and consider yourself lucky to be facing the other way so that he doesn't catch your obnoxious eye roll. Surely he had to be kidding because there was no way you were going to devote any amount of time to this ridiculous thought.

God fucking damnit.

It was frustratingly confusing, the kind of power Franco had. You had witnessed it first hand with how smoothly he spoke to anyone and managed to get his way almost instantly - but this was your first time experiencing it first-hand. It was another weekend, another country, another race, but the only thing you could think of was his stupid consideration - which, with each passing moment, seemed increasingly genius.

You had almost a year of experience with the team over your teammate, and with that, your fair share of embarrassment and disappointment. Sure, his idea was a little out there but you were close to being at your wits end and if nothing else, you hoped this would at least be a little fun. Plus you were pretty sure at this point if you didn't act on this thought soon, it would start interfering with your performance.

"Fine," you said a little breathlessly as you burst into his driver's room ahead of a race.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, looking at you with a shocked look, "whatever happened to knocking? I could've been naked in here!"

You roll your eyes before continuing, "You still up to the ..." You pause, thinking of how best to word it, "Fake relationship thing?"

His eyes light up immediately, "Ah, I knew you'd come around eventually."

Letting out a soft huff, just to let him know that you still aren't fully convinced this will work, you sit down on his couch. "I think we should lay down some ground rules first."

"Yes ma'am." He nods, straightening up and forcing a serious expression you can only assume is mocking yours.

"Firstly, no kissing."

"Understood."

"Actually no public affection at all, holding hands, hugging, nothing."

"Oh sure and how exactly are we going to convince people then?"

You pause, thinking for a little, "Okay maybe hand-holding and hugs are fine, but you better not push it - that goes for the pet names as well." He nods with a satisfied smile.

"And no one other than us two can know this is fake, alright? Otherwise, it'll spoil the plan."

"Trust me, I don't need anyone knowing I'm going along with something as ridiculous as this. It'll be our little secret."

"Our little secret," he repeats with a hum, a sly sort of smile spreading across his face as he gets up from his spot. "See you after the race, my love."

You sighed in exasperation, tossing your phone to the side of the couch in your driver's room where it fell with a light thud. You had about a thousand other things to be worrying about - your pretty disappointing result in qualifying for one - but for some reason, the main thing on your mind was your 'relationship' with Franco. Somehow, it had proved even more intense than you had expected, which planted a seed of worry in your mind as you realised how hard this was actually going to be to pull off. Since his not-so-subtle announcement to a hoard of hungry press members at last week's race, the media had managed up a flurry about the two of you.

There were supportive fans who liked you both enough not to see any problem with two teammates dating, as well as others who were more sceptical about how it might impact your performance. However, what really seemed to get to you were those who doubted you more than the relationship.

Your social media had been bombarded with comments and theories about the reason behind your relationship, doubting your place on the grid, and calling you names that - after shedding the status of 'first girl rookie', you thought you had left behind. Regardless, you feel a little stupid for being so unprepared for all this - not just the tweets but the harsh articles, the questions during press interviews and even shouting fans. Maybe if you had done a little more thinking about it first, you would've realised this was a stupid idea that should've been left at just that.

Throwing your head back you let out an exasperated sigh, trying to clear your head so that you could move on and focus on the race that was happening tomorrow. The last thing you wanted was for this plan to start impacting your driving. But Franco always seemed to have the worst timing - or best, depending on who you asked.

"Hello?" A couple quick knocks alert you of his presence before he cracks the door just wide enough to peek in. "There's my beautiful girlfriend." The way the pet names and affection seem to come to him so easily makes you simultaneously impressed and concerned, unsure of whether it's an indication of his great acting or flirting skills.

"What do you want?" You try to make it as obvious as you can that you're not in the mood, and he realises this right away.

"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were free after this."

"You know I'm not really a huge fan of the big team dinners, especially not when we have a race tomorrow."

"Oh it's not like that, I was just going to go check out a restaurant near our hotel and wondered if you wanted to join me."

When you finally speak it's just above a whisper, "Is this a part of the fake dating thing?"

He laughs softly, his ability to find everything entertaining has always amazed you. "If you want to, it can be. If that gives you a reason to come hang out with me, though if you don't it's totally fine."

"No, I'll come, not like I've got anything better to do." You hate how every word you've said so far has sounded so pathetic.

"Great, I'll meet you by the paddock entry in ten?"

"See you then."

The street lights were dim, just bright enough to illuminate the street the two of you were walking down. The night was cool and still, and there were barely any people out other than you. You weren't sure why, but you had ended up telling Franco a lot more than you had expected. Maybe it was the extremely fancy restaurant you had initially gone to or the local one the two of you agreed to ditch it for instead, or maybe it was just the freeing feeling of being in another country.

The two of you had talked before, of course - as teammates it was difficult to avoid. But beyond the casual small talk, discussions about strategies or banter during challenges your relationship never extended beyond casual co-existence. It was one of the reasons you were glad your higher-ups had never tried to force the two of you into a professional friendship. There was something about Franco, his ability to strike up a conversation and maintain it even when the topic clearly strayed far beyond his interests, that made him so likeable, so easy to get along with. And the support he got from fans and the media reflected this well. You just never felt like there was any room for you in that equation.

But here, away from the cameras and shedding the roles of drivers, the two of you became normal people. You spoke, you laughed, you vented to him everything that worried you about your 'relationship' and he listened throughout all of it - all the while the two of you shared the biggest, best, pizza you had ever had.

"I have to say, I don't know if our engineers will appreciate the extra weight I've just put on," he jokes, breaking the comfortable silence that had been lingering around you two as you walked.

"Me neither, they might have to roll me into the car at this rate."

"You know, I think this is the first time the two of us have hung out, just us two."

You think for a little before answering, "You're right."

"Do you think there's a reason for that?"

"You mean besides us both being extremely busy people and already seeing each other pretty often? Not really, no."

"Good point, though with our little plan, we're definitely going to be seeing each other a lot more."

There's a beat of silence. "This is nice though, right?" He asks, and his voice is so tentative you almost find it endearing.

"It is nice, this was fun." You try not to think too much about the fact the two of you could be mistaken by any passer-by as a couple of lovebirds on a first date - or that fact that even to those who knew you, you were.

"I appreciate you telling me all that stuff, you know, about what people are saying about you."

"Oh, if anything I should be thanking you for listening to me vent about it."

"It is serious though, I'm so stupid for not even thinking about what you'd have to deal with."

"Well I don't think either of us gave it enough thought but," you pause and look up at him, "we're too far in to back out now."

He shoots you a comforting smile, one that shows how reassured he feels that you seem to finally be coming around to his idea. That is, at least, before his face morphs into one of discomfort.

"God, I'm so full."

"We're almost back at the hotel now, let's just sleep and then we can wake up early tomorrow morning to-"

"Wait, is that ice cream?" Franco interrupts you to point out a street vendor who's about to pack up for the night, and before you know it he's running up to the man eagerly. You can only follow suit with a sigh, knowing full well you wouldn't mind some dessert either.

"You two are lucky, you'll be my last customers for the night," the moustachioed owner of the cart says with a warm smile.

"Thanks," you reply kindly, before turning to Franco, "what flavour do you think you'll get."

"Hm, not sure, maybe chocolate?"

"Wow, boring."

He scoffs, "Oh yeah? And what exotic flavour are you going to get then?"

"Mint choc," you smile, but your face drops once you see your teammate's disgusted expression.

"You've got to be kidding me, that's like the worst choice."

You feign offence, "How dare you insult the best ice cream flavour of all time?"

"Ah, you two are quite the couple," the man laughs and you watch as Franco's eyes widen in embarrassment.

"Oh we're not-"

"Thank you," it's your turn to interrupt him, turning to the man with a smile. "One chocolate and one mint choc chip please."

You go to reach for your wallet to pay but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you.

"No, it's okay, I got this."

"Wh- Franco c'mon you know full well both of us could afford about a thousand of these ice cream cones don't be ridiculous."

"I know," he smiles and even though he's trying to be serious you know he's also trying not to laugh, "but I just figured you know, I'm the one who dragged you out here and like, got you into this whole fake dating mess."

You furrow your brows, a little confused at what exactly he's getting at.

"I guess I just want to say thank you, you know?"

"Alright, alright," you laugh softly, watching as he pays and takes both of the cones, handing you yours. Once you grab yours, you instinctively loop your arm around his, pulling him close and resting your head against his shoulder. The ice cream man laughs endearingly at the two of you.

"You're the best boyfriend ever!" you say in as high and cute a voice you can manage, cringing a little but determined to keep up the bit - you don't even bother to think about how fast you can feel Franco's heart race when you do.

Last night was really nice. You're sitting next to your race engineer, nodding along as she points to various multi-coloured dots and lines on the screen. You hear yourself agreeing with a couple quick "mhms", "of course" and "yep"s even though you can barely hear what she's saying. You're mere minutes away from getting in your car for a race, getting briefed on your strategy, and the only thing you can think of is the 'date' you had with Franco last night - if you can even call it that.

You had thought that getting everything off your chest, the hate comments, the doubt you had, would help you feel better and relieve any worries you had. And it did, at least until you got back to your hotel room alone and caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing your teammate again the next day. How, even as you washed up and got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking - pizza, ice cream, walking at night together, isn't that something a real couple would do?

"Are you listening to me?" your race engineer's voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts, causing you to straighten up immediately.

"Yes! Sorry," you mumble, but just at that moment, you see him walk into the garage, greeting a couple of the mechanics warmly. Before you realise it, he's beelining straight for you, his arm coming around your waist as he leans in close to your ear.

"There's a ton of cameras, I just wanted to be believable," he whispers, and when he pulls back you can see the smile on his face. You nod curtly, fully aware of how red your face feels over such a small interaction as he waltzes away.

"Okay, so as I was saying," your race engineer pipes up again, though you couldn't be paying her less of your attention - watching as your 'boyfriend' walks off, his brown hair illuminating in the afternoon light. For a fake relationship, the quickening pace of your heart felt far too real.

"Well you two have been teammates since the beginning of this year, can you tell us a little about when you realised you might be more?"

Your struggle was never-ending - or at least, that's what it felt like, finding yourself at the centre of an impromptu interview with Franco. Around you, the other drivers were getting questions about their place in their teams, how they felt about their current strategy and about their racing futures. And there the two of you were, getting thrown question after question about your 'relationship'.

"Well," you begin, before being saved by your teammate. You had to give it to him - he was great at making stuff up on the spot.

"Well, I think it was somewhere around a month after I first joined the team, and met her. It was just something about her, she's sort of electric in this almost untouchable way, you know?"

You try not to look too awkward standing next to him as he talks, feigning your best-interested smile - though a part of you is extremely intrigued by this fake story he's creating.

"At first I thought I just wanted to be like her, her passion and talent were just so respectable, but the more time I spent with her the more I realised it was something completely different."

He turns to look at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your expression falters a little as you're caught off guard by the sudden contact and as you turn away from the journalists and towards him, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of his pursed lips nearing yours. Before you realise it, his lips are against yours and you're pulling away as quickly as possible, face bright red. You're just barely aware of the thousands of flashing camera lights as you turn to quickly excuse yourself.

"Thank you all for coming, it was nice talking to you but, uhm, I have to go!" You hurriedly blurt out before slipping out of Franco's grip and darting off to your driver's room.

You hear his footsteps following closely behind you, as well as the sound of him calling out your name. When you near the door of your room, you turn around and grab his wrist to yank him in before you shut the door.

"What the hell was that?" is all you can muster out, "I thought we agreed no kissing?"

"Look, I can explain!"

You cross your arms with a huff, looking at him expectedly.

"I was just going to peck you quickly on the cheek, you know because we were getting all romantic and I wanted it to be believable! B-but then you turned, and then we," he's struggling not to ramble and his quickly moving hands do little to help. That's when you also realise his face is bright red as well, and he doesn't seem any less flustered by it than you do. "I'm really, really sorry I really shouldn't have done that."

You'd be lying if you said his explanation didn't make you feel any better. You're not actually upset about the kiss itself though, in fact, it's the opposite - actually, the grudge you're holding is doing little to help the internal struggle going on in your head. The kiss didn't make you angry, but the realisation that you wanted it to be real, did.

You sigh, rubbing your temples as you slump down in the nearest chair. Franco does the same on the adjacent couch, though his gaze stays carefully on you, almost afraid of what you might say next.

"It's fine, I think we just need to coordinate our PDA a little better then."

"Yes, of course," he nods quickly.

There's a beat of silence. "You're really good at acting though."

"What?"

"That whole story you made up about how you fell in love with me, it was really believable." You laugh lightheartedly trying to lighten the situation and alleviate the awkwardness that's settled between you two.

"Well it's pretty easy, I didn't need to make up much of it," his eyes catch yours and his gaze is soft when he smiles at you.

"What?" you're confused.

"Never mind," he scoffs lightly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost disappointed at something, though you can't realise what. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. I really am sorry about what happened before." You watch as he pushes himself up from the couch, his head hanging guiltily - looking almost like a scolded puppy.

"It's fine Franco, really, please don't feel too bad about it." He nods thankfully before slipping out the door, leaving you alone.

Being a driver, hotel rooms had come to be a companion you knew far too familiarly. Their high ceilings, plush sterile white bedsheets, the empty bathroom - almost everything about them felt a sign of loneliness, of temporality, a house that never felt like home. Even though you knew how ridiculous it would be to complain about something that others would see as a privilege, it was hard to deny the isolation you felt whenever in a new country, away from most of your family or friends.

Maybe that's why you had been so eager to latch onto Franco's idea - it made sense, he had become the person you spent the most time with so why not give yourself some ridiculous reason to be around him even more? However somewhere along the way you stopped needing the reason of fake dating, somewhere in between hushed conversations, planned posts and candid photos - and instead found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. It was a little strange and sometimes acted as a sour reminder of how lonely you'd become but more than anything it felt like a blessing in disguise.

You were reminded of this fact as you lay, wrapped in a plush white hotel robe, across your messy bedsheets - laughing to yourself at the tweets your boyfriend had sent you. They were all about you, or the two of you, of course. Comments on the tiniest things, the way the two of you looked at each other, the way Franco held your hand, the way you worried about him.

"I feel a little bad, they're all so gullible," you typed quickly.

"Oh, so now you feel bad?" His response was almost instant.

"Don't you?"

"It's fun, isn't it? All this playing pretend."

Right, pretend. You rolled onto your back with a deep sigh, staring up at the tall hotel ceiling. All of this was just so confusing - as if figuring out how you felt about someone wasn't difficult enough, the two of you had complicated it by tricking the entire world into thinking you were in love. Whether you truly liked him or not, the idea was doomed for failure - and the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like the former.

"You're right," you typed back, watching intently as the three tiny dots appeared, disappeared then reappeared. What could he be saying that would need so much thinking?

"Can we talk tomorrow, after the race?"

You felt your stomach drop, had he finally caught on to how obvious you were being about how you truly felt, and decided that actually it might be better to just drop this whole act and go on as just teammates? With trembling hands, you typed back.

"Sure, what about?"

"I'll tell you then, for now, we should sleep."

"Goodnight Franco."

"Goodnight mi amor." You laughed softly to yourself at the nickname he had given you, though a small part of you took it as salt to the wound - almost as if he was dangling the possibility of something that could never happen right in front of your desperate little face.

However, not like you had a choice - all you could do now was get ready for bed and brace yourself for whatever tomorrow brought.

You couldn't believe it. The sounds of celebration erupted around you, but you sat completely still in your car, silent, attempting to process what had just happened. Your first win, and, your first double podium, with Franco. Your head was spinning as the never-ending stream of thoughts raced through your mind. Suddenly, you heard a voice coming from above your car's halo, muffled by your helmet. You flick the visor up, lifting your head as highly as you could - locking eyes with your teammate.

"We did it! Oh my god!" The excitement on his face is enough to send a slight surge of energy through you as he offers you his hand, helping you out of the car. When you do though, you stumble a little - the nerves are almost too much for you.

"Woah, you alright?" Even through the fog clouding your mind you can make out the concern in Franco's voice and feel his arms steadying you.

"Yeah, just-" you mumble, gesturing to your helmet and making weak attempts to undo the clasps underneath it. It's almost suffocating you, and the chaos going on around you isn't helping the pounding headache.

"Oh, let me," he reacts immediately, dropping his own helmet and bringing his hands below your chin to swiftly undo the clasps and pull the helmet off of you. You take a deep breath of air as you pull off your fireproof mask, though it sounds more like a desperate gasp.

Around you, the crowds roar with excitement, both your team and others as they make attempts to gesture at the two of you to join them. Your head spins though, and you wobble backwards into Franco.

"It's too loud," is all you can stutter out, though he understands you almost immediately, a strong hand gripping your wrist and pulling you away from the noise and somewhere quieter. You're not entirely sure where he's taking you but at that moment you feel as though you'd follow him just about anywhere.

Luckily though, when your eyes refocus you're in his driver's room, and even though outside you can hear the cheers continuing, you're offered some solace here, the walls muffling the sound. You sigh, sinking into his couch as you throw your head back, panting still.

You feel like it's all just too much - not just the physicality of the race, but the feeling of winning it, winning it with Franco, just Franco himself. When you finally manage to catch your breath you lift your head to see him standing over you, watching intently.

"Better?"

"Much better, thank you." You smile earnestly, "Though I don't think we'll be able to hide in here much longer, there is a cooldown room for this exact reason."

"Oh, I mentioned it to someone, not sure who but he looked important, and he said it would be okay."

You laugh softly, amazed at how he can seem so calm even at a moment like this.

"We did it," you say, still not being able to believe it.

"We did," he smiles, sitting on the couch next to you, "a couples podium."

You feel your heart skip a beat at the sudden reminder of your conversation last night, him mentioning he had something to tell you. Was this it? The two of you had achieved what you had been wanting this entire time, and there was no better time to let this ridiculous bit go than now.

You stare at the wall of his room, the gigantic flag of his home country, and let out a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to break the silence. "So..."

He turns to you, one eyebrow raised in interest.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" You're trying your best to keep your voice lighthearted, "it sounded serious."

"Oh, well about that," he seems to have forgotten it temporarily as well, but the fact that he turns to look at the flag as well, almost unable to maintain eye contact with you, isn't a good sign.

Maybe it's the adrenaline from the race, maybe it's the fact that both of you are going to be needed out on the podium in about ten minutes - or maybe it's the fact that you're so desperate to get out these feelings and make him understand how you feel, but you start talking before you even realise it.

"Look, Franco, I," you start, not entirely sure of where you're going to end up, "I know you asked me to do this whole fake dating thing with you and I completely understand if you want to end it now, I mean why wouldn't we? It's perfect!"

He looks at you confused, lips parted as if about to interrupt you but you continue anyway, stupidly.

"But, look, here's the thing," you turn to him now, and you're sure your face is bright red, "I don't want this to end!"

You let out a deep sigh, and clutch your hands together to stop them from shaking, though it doesn't help that Franco looks even more confused now.

"What?" he says, and your heart drops.

"I," you pause, struggling to find the right words, and struggling to get them out, "I think I like you, like, for real." Okay, not exactly the best choice of words but it'll do.

"Like, not for the whole fake relationship thing?" his tone is still concerned and he leans in a little for clarification.

"Yes! Okay, I know it's not exactly what we thought would happen and it'll probably jeopardise our relationship as teammates but there, I like you okay."

"When did you realise?"

"A couple days ago, I'm sorry."

There's a beat of silence, and you're left with the agonising feeling of your heart racing in your chest, waiting eagerly for his response - for him to laugh in your face, for him to get mad, for him to reject you.

But instead, you watch as Franco's confused expression melts into one of pure relief as he sinks back into the couch with a sigh. "Oh, thank God."

It's your turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he says, eyes fixed on the ceiling with the widest smile you've ever seen.

"Wait you mean you-"

"I win!"

You're absolutely speechless, not a single coherent thought on what is going on or how to respond. All you can get out is a confused sort of grunt.

"I win, I've liked you for longer!" he laughs, sitting up and grabbing your hands in his.

You feel as though your jaw is going to dislocate at how fast it drops, "I'm sorry?"

"Oh c'mon, we've been teammates for a year I know you're not that oblivious."

"Well, apparently I am because I'm really confused."

"I've liked you since the moment I met you, you idiot."

"Wh-" You're about to be offended at the name-calling until what he says finally hits you. He likes you. He has liked you. For ages. You idiot.

"Even when you proposed this to me?"

"Yep."

"Even when we went to get ice cream?"

"Yep."

"Even when you kissed me?"

"Y- well wait no that was completely unintentional," he holds his hands out in defence. You slump back, trying your best to process everything today has entailed, it's almost too much. That is until you feel Franco move a little closer to you, his arm stretching around your shoulders and gently moving your head to lay on his. At that moment, it all becomes clear, and you're suddenly unsure about why you ever felt confused about any of this.

"What now?" You say, barely above a whisper.

"We go and get our trophies," even though you're not looking you can hear the smile in his voice. "Though, before then."

You lift your head up off his shoulder to turn to him with raised brows. "Hm?"

"Now that we aren't fake dating, do the rules still apply?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'd really like to kiss you right now," he whispers, and there's a hint of nerves as you watch his eyes dart in between yours and your lips.

"Really can't wait can you," you tease, though you still move to close the space in between you to. But just before your lips can touch his there's a knock at the door, causing you both to slump back with a sigh.

"Hey, are you two in there?" it's your race mechanic, "you're needed, you know, on the podium."

You roll your eyes to show your obvious disappointment at being interrupted, though Franco just watches you with an endeared smile.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask, not being able to hide your own smile.

"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you're going to look up on that podium, and how I won't have to pretend not to be in love with you anymore."

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[shy-writer-999]

Summary: Let's balance out the end of kinktober with some toot-rotting levels of sweetness. We'll make up for it tomorrow!

CW: Afab reader w/GN language. Teeny tiny bit of smut. Short and very sweet!

MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.

What do you look like when you’re angry?

How do you grieve?

When you’re sad, do you shut down? Do you curl up in bed and heave sobs, or do you favor silent tears trailing down your cheeks?

Among others, these are the things Law wonders when he thinks about you. He wants to know you—to really know you. To be privy to your faults, habits, and your quirks. The things about you that no one else sees. Intimate moments of suffering along with the day-to-day.

Do you talk to yourself when you’re alone?

What does your hair look like right when you get out of the shower?

What’s your favorite time of year?

His heart contorts into alien shapes when he sees you. He clams up. You have no way of knowing the intensity of his emotions, the weapons of desire that his heart and brain exchange. The magnitude of your presence assails his senses, quickens his breath, stops his heart.

He’s well acquainted with the way you laugh and the way your lips turn into the smile that he looks forward to every day. He tries to act normal around you, and he succeeds. He succeeds too well, in fact, he’ll never have a chance with you until he does something out of the ordinary.

He stares sometimes. You notice that, at least. But you try to play it off.

Law can only tolerate so much anguish until it bubbles over.

When he works up the nerve to kiss you, his hand lingers on the small of your back. Your eyes are open from shock and you’re rigid. You’ve mused on how his lips feel, if his kisses along your jawline would tickle, if he would run his fingers through your hair. What would his fingers feel like entwined with yours?

But Law’s thoughts about you go deeper than that. He passed that point—the point of fantasizing about being intimate with you—months ago. He still indulges, of course. When he does, he’s fixated on what your face would look like pleasure-ridden and fucked out. How your breasts would feel in his hands.

The day that Law kisses you, he makes you blush first. He’s awkward, or, if not awkward, something akin to it. When he smiles at you, sits by you at lunch, and finds you in the some random corner of the ship later, he knows that today is the day.

The desire and ardent admiration are festering inside of him and he can’t take it anymore.

He wants to know what your skincare routine is and hear your scratchy morning voice. He wants to wash your plate after dinner, to treat you as nicely as you deserve. He wants to give you the world, but your lips haven’t even met yet.

When they do, the world fades away. You melt into his embrace; rigidity dissipates when you realize that he wants you—that your desire is mutual. It’s like getting struck by lightning; an electric current sends sparks where your skin meets.

His rough hands feel soft as they cup your cheeks. When he pulls away, he holds you there for a moment. It's silent as he watches your cheeks dust pink and your eyelashes flutter.

“I think I love you."

oy vey my heart hurts. i need this man stat. TT^TT

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tomorrow is the last day of kinktober!!! :0

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[hemlock-dreams]

Hypothetically, if you were going to write hunting!spider as a fic, how would you do it? Like, where would the story start—with Peter as the bartender, or his backstory? Would you flash back to his old universe?

-🕊️

Like this:

Peter hasn’t worn the suit since here got here. He hasn’t done much in the last two months of his new existence beyond haunting New York like a phantom, trying to figure out who he is and where he stands in a reality that hasn’t been unfortunate enough to have a Peter Parker in the first place.

Or a Spiderman.

Strange hadn’t been kidding about the magic. Peter feels like the victim of his own hubris, asking for a clean start, a world where no one knew him. He’d asked and he’d been delivered.

Almost. 

The world is there, technically, but it’s like looking at a painting he’s seen a thousand times, only to realize the details are off. It’s the phones with the home button on the bottom, the different slang, the green money, all his favorite songs with wildly different lyrics, so many painful differences- a slow death by a thousand cuts.

Peter thought it would be easier, like a new beginning stretching out ahead of him, the sea-breeze smell of a fresh start after stepping out of Ryker’s. 

But Uncle Ben isn’t waiting for him at the docks this time. Nothing is waiting except the uncanny arms of a city that used to know him. Like running into an ex after years apart, recognizing the same general shape, but being strangers all the same.

Damn it. He should have asked Strange to take his memories too.

At least then Peter would know what to do with himself instead of haunting Brooklyn at night like a ghost, fighting the cognitive dissonance of taking turns he used to know like the back of his hand, only to be startled when they lead into dead-ends or open out into streets that shouldn’t exist.

That’s why he hasn’t worn the suit. Because forget being Spiderman, who the hell is Peter, here?

His melancholy is interrupted by a woman’s voice, faint if not for Peter’s enhanced senses.

“Listen, you’re a sweet guy, but I don’t like mixing work and my personal life.” The voice is extra sweet in the way women get when trying to talk themselves out of a dangerous situation.

No matter the lifetime, Peter can’t ignore that.

So he changes course, beelining towards the source with silence that’s more instinct than experience. He sticks to the shadows, easily avoiding the few flickering streetlights between him and the alleyway. His night vision pierces the darkness, tracing down the detailed shape of the tall, lanky man cornering a woman in the middle of the alley. 

He’s leaning, off-balance, clearly drunk, and boxing her in with one leather-clad arm, “Come on, Scarlett. I been asking for your number for weeks. Just one date, give a guy a chance, huh?”

Well, it was comforting to know that no matter the timeline, scum remained scum. 

“Paul, you’re wasted.” The woman- Scarlett, is draped against the wall, seemingly at ease and deceptively loose-limbed, even as she fists a set of keys between her knuckles, “Why don’t we have this discussion somewhere a little nicer? There’s a cute cafe that’s open tomorrow-”

“Fuck that. It’s always one excuse after another with you,” The guy- Paul- snarls, swaying from one foot to the other. The frustration is a ticking bomb,  “Why are you bein’ such a fucking bitch?”

Like clockwork, the slurs come out, and a peaceful resolution is no longer an option.

Scarlett realizes it too, because the hum of anxiety lacing her syrupy-sweet tone finally bleeds into her body. Her muscles lock, visibly entering fight or flight. 

That’s Peter’s cue.

“Is there a problem?” Peter’s voice is like a knife in the dark, popping the bubble and making the two flinch.

“Who the fuck are you?” Paul sneers, face slack and ugly from drink. “The fuck you think you’re doing, butting in?”

Peter ignores him, glancing towards Scarlett, who flicks her eyes between them and the rest of the alleyway. Unfortunately, there’s only one entrance and he’s blocking it. Out of options, Scarlett plasters herself to the wall.

“This is between the lady and me.” Paul is still talking, stumbling towards Peter, “But I’m a nice guy, so I’m going to give you a chance to turn ‘round and walk away.”

“Generous, but I’ll have to decline.” Peter murmurs and crosses the distance, invading his space before the man can respond. The promise of violence always lights something in Peter’s stomach, but for all the man’s shit-talking, the fight, if it can even be called that, is pathetic. Paul is so drunk Peter can taste it in the air, and his spidersense doesn’t even bother kicking in as he dodges one wobbly punch after the other. 

He doesn’t bother dragging it out. It only takes one good fist to the gut to drop Paul to the ground, followed by one good kick to the chest to keep him there. The aftermath is anticlimactic, awkward silence punctuated only by the rattling wheeze of the unconscious man beneath him.

Even pulling his punches, Peter probably cracked his ribs. It would take more effort than he’s got to feel sorry, especially since Scarlett is still glued to the wall, eyes trained on him and practically vibrating with adrenaline.

Slowly, Peter creates some space, backing out of the alleyway so he’s not obstructing the exit. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah.” Her reply is curt and wary, but Peter isn’t offended. He knows what he looks like, looming in the dark with his ratty clothes and unkempt beard. Best thing he can do to convince her of her safety is to walk away. 

So he does just that, and he’s almost halfway down the block when he hears her behind him, clacking heels loudly in the chill night air, “Wait!”

Peter pauses, turning around. 

Scarlett stops a few meters away, clutching the strap of her gym bag over her chest. “Sorry. That was rude of me. Thank you.”

Under the streetlights, her face is striking. Her bright green eyes are smoky and sensual, with bold cheekbones and dark lips framed by wisps of red hair falling out of a messy bun. She’s exactly the type of woman Peter would fantasize about back in Rykers, the kind he would see on pinups in Marko’s cell- tall and feminine, with lean legs and a waist Peter could span with both hands. 

The resolute look on her face reminds him so much of M-

He shunts that thought as soon as it appears.

“Don’t worry about it,” Peter responds with a shrug. He’s not stupid enough to lecture a grown woman about walking the streets at night. “Was there something else?”

Scarlett chews on her lip, eyes flicking back to the alley before settling on Peter for a few long beats. Whatever she sees in him makes her sigh, and some of the tension leeches from her shoulders. “Feel like walking a girl to her job?” 

Peter is a little surprised, and he takes a second to consider, mostly so he doesn’t look threatening, then nods, “Where to?” 

“Maggies.” At his confused look, she raises a brow, “Saint Margaret’s?” 

Still not ringing a bell, “Is that a…church?” He doesn’t remember any Saint Margaret’s in his Brooklyn, and it just reinforces that fish-out-of-water feeling that’s been choking him for the past few months.

“A church, sure.” Scarlett snorts derisively, laughing under her breath. When Peter doesn’t join in, she shoots him a wide-eyed look, “Oh. You’re serious. It’s an dance bar”  

Walking at night makes more sense now. That, and the obvious stage name. “I don’t know where that is. I’m…kind of new in town.”

“I can see that,” She says, and the gold of her hoop earrings catches the light as she falls in step beside him. Peter keeps his strides short and even, staying in her line of vision as they walk. It doesn’t escape his notice that she’s still got her keys between her knuckles, though they’re no longer clutched in a tight fist, “What brought you to New York, Mr. Good Samaritan?”

“Peter.” He says. “I was looking for a fresh start and kind of washed up here,” Peter feels like he’s being called out on some lie, as if anyone glancing in his direction will peg that he doesn’t belong.

But Scarlet is just nodding, unawares, “Nice to meet you, Peter. And I get it. That's why I moved here, too. It might take a bit of time to get your bearings, but it's worth it when you do." They’re heading down the street, taking a turn on 81st that should have led into a main thoroughfare but doesn’t, instead turning into another little set of streets full of gated-off shops covered in graffiti. Even the gang signs don’t look the same. He tries not to think about it.

“I appreciate what you did,” Scarlett is saying, “Paul’s been a pushy bastard but I thought it was all drunk bravado, you know? I never believed he’d actually follow me. I’m glad you were there, but I’m sorry it had to end in violence.”

Resorting to violence is one of Peter’s favorite pastimes, but he’s absolutely not going to admit that out loud. Instead, he hums, tucking his hands into his stained hoodie, “Some people only listen when it's fists talking. Hopefully the lesson sticks.” Peter frowns, “You said he followed you, does that mean he knows where you live?”

Men like that tend to hold grudges. Especially if they've been had their head knocked around in an alleyway.

“Thank god, no.” She shudders next to him, gripping the strap of her bag a little tighter at the thought, “He caught me coming from my day job. I’ll have to tell Weasel to put him on the blacklist for the club though…and change my shift. Ugh.” 

Peter nods in sympathy. Shiting schedules between two jobs is going to be a nightmare. “Weasel?” 

“The owner of Maggie’s.” She clarifies.

“Your boss is named Weasel?” Yikes. Peter can’t imagine what kind of shit someone had to do to earn that nickname.

“Yeah.” She laughs, “But don’t let the name fool you, he’s weird but he’s decent. There are lots of other clubs in the area but Weas lets us have a bigger cut than most other places. Plus, we get to set our own rules.” 

They cut the street, avoiding some dark patches where the streetlights gave out.

“That’s good.” Peter agrees, “Otherwise this is a pretty sketchy walk for a small paycheck.”  

It really is a sketchy walk, and his spidersense pings at odd moments, though nothing comes out of it save the odd junkie that wanders out of the shadows.

“I’ve had worse,” Scarlett shrugs, finally tucking her keys back into her purse. The stiff line of her shoulders has completely melted away now that they’re in what Peter assumes is familiar territory. “This is nothing compared to my last job.” 

“Which was?” 

“Telemarketing.”

Peter would rather take his chances soloing Thanos. “Point taken.” 

“We’re almost there. Just down the road.” Scarlett points one long acrylic nail toward a looming brick building punctuating the street. Peter wouldn’t have given it a second thought if not for the single garish neon sign of a scantily dressed nun at the corner, directing his attention towards a nondescript door.

“Welcome to Saint Margaret’s School for Wayward Children,” Scarlett enunciates each word with an eyebrow waggle, grinning when Peter cracks a smile. “Finest entertainment this side of Brooklyn. Thanks for walking me.” 

Peter doesn’t doubt it, especially if Scarlett is where they set the bar for dancers. “No worries. Stay safe, yeah?” Then he turns, intending to keep walking until his head is empty.

Scarlett pauses with her hand on the door, “You’re not going to come in?” 

“Not really my scene.” A true statement, one that doesn’t have to acknowledge that Peter is capital-b Broke. Hard to get a proper-paying job when he doesn’t legally exist. He’s done a few gigs under the table, but the last few weeks have left Peter sleeping on empty rooftops with an emptier stomach. 

“Really? I was hoping I could treat you to a drink. It’s the least I can do.” Scarlett sounds disappointed.

“You don’t owe me anything.” 

She puts a hand on her hip, “Fine. Let’s consider it a celebratory drink then.”

“For?”

“Ugh,” Scarlett rolls her eyes. There’s no way she doesn’t know how charming that is. “For getting rid of Paul. Making new friends- whatever you want.”

Peter huffs a small laugh, “Friends? We just met.” 

It’s not an outright refusal, because Peter is weak for the first real taste of human contact he’s had in months, and Scarlett smirks like she scents blood, “What can I say? I got a good feeling about you.”

Peter snorts. Now that’s a first. 

“C’mon, Tiger. One drink. What have you got to lose?”

Peter exhales a long, slow breath, “Nothing.”

[tls12lessthan3]

i feel like kim dokja has enough internalized homophobia to be at least a little weirded out by his attraction to yoo joonghyuk + yoo joonghyuks attraction him once he figures out that is indeed what it is. but i also think this is a problem that pales in comparison to the huge fucking complex he has about loving and being loved. so like ultimately it doesn't really matter. like if kim dokja were normal then you could write a whole story about him learning to overcome his fear around his attraction to men and what it means to do so in an apocalyptic world where those social norms are now inherently changed because there isnt really a society anyway. but much like kim dokja continues to wear office friendly clothing despite the fact minosoft is firmly dead there are things from that past you keep doing more out of familiarity than anything else. but because kim dokja is infinitely more afraid of the idea of being in a romantic relationship period due to his ongoing urge to punish himself and his fear of emotional intimacy, by the time theyve worked through that and kim dokja is finally comfortable enough with himself to be in a relationship with yoo joonghyuk hes sitting on the couch cuddling with him like oh fuck, the gay thing. well. whatever. bit late now!

[karaeilishh]

BAD THINGS

SUMMARY: Maybe she should get your boyfriend out of the way to make you desperate just for her…

pairing: billie eilish x !fem reader

WARNINGS: smut, strap (r receiving), fingering, !toxic/dom billie, !sub reader, oral, dark side, cheating, stalking, bullying, mommy kink, pet names (babe, good girl, princess)

wc: 2,3k

a/n: HI GUYS ik you saw this fic before, but my blog js’ crashed idk why so hi again!! | english is not my first language! sorry if there may be some stupid mistakes in the text

a little inspired by oxytocin.

Los Angeles High School wasn't the best place for you, but you had people you cared about here, so you accepted everything that happened to you. You accepted your fate, all the shit that happened to you. You accepted all the taunts and mockery of the beautiful black-haired girl with the rotten heart. She was insanely sexy and attractive, but she was always cruel to you, never missing a chance to humiliate you. And you could say that sometimes it made you weak. But no one needed to know that.

"Why don't you be a good girl and get the fuck out of here?" She hissed in your ear every time you stood in the hallway. Her eyes were still playful when she looked at you like she was going to devour you. And you didn't know in what sense this. "You're going to have to work harder to make me be a good girl, Billie." You were just being mean to her, like she was to you. You had no other choice.

Once you answered her with something so sharp that for the first seconds she just stood there, looking into your eyes with a strange desire. To finally subjugate you. But you couldn't read it anymore. "Billie?" She was so strange that you started to get scared. Eilish didn't answer and just walked away. She didn't say a word, didn't turn around even once. It was very strange, but you just forgot about it. At least you tried very hard.

— — —

You were sitting in your room and a little worried, because your parents went on a business trip for a few days and so your boyfriend promised to stay with you that night. It was already 10:44 PM, but he was supposed to come at 8:00 PM. You called him a dozen times already, but it was pointless. You decided to distract yourself and go to the shower. The cold water pleasantly cooled your body, hot from stress.

You managed to put on your nightgown. It was quite short, but you weren't expecting anyone. You dried your hair a little when the doorbell rang insistently on the first floor. "What the hell..." You whispered under your breath when you went downstairs. You thought your boyfriend would be there, but...

"Billie? What are you doing here?" Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. You couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at your body. "How do you know my address?" The words came out quietly, but she heard them.

"Your boyfriend is with you?" She had a predatory smile on her face as she finally looked at your face. You felt like she already knew the answer. You wanted to ask her again why the hell she was standing on your doorstep, but your mind was still in her hands. "No…" There was desperation in your voice, which only made her more excited. She chuckled, walking into your house without your permission. You were confused, but Billie didn't give you a chance to say anything.

"I know. Because he's at my party." She turned to you, clearly enjoying your scared look. "You should have seen him begging me to touch him..." Billie walked up to you. Her hand brushed your cheek. "I bet he never begged you like he did me." 

You felt sick to your stomach when you heard that. You just couldn't believe she would do that just to hurt you. You tried to hold back your tears as you took a step away from her. "Go away." You felt like you were choking as you tried to walk into the kitchen to get yourself some water. You couldn't understand why you believed her words. Billie had been watching your actions the whole time. She wasn't going to leave. She had gone too far. 

"Did you really think he was that good and only loved you? Poor, poor little girl..." Her voice suddenly sounded very close to you as you looked into her eyes. There was a meat grinder inside you, mixing all your organs into mush. You had never felt so awful. "Please, just leave me alone." There was so much desperation in your voice that Billie briefly considered leaving.

"Hush, baby. How can I leave you alone after this?" She stepped closer to you, pressing her body against yours. You looked up at her, trying to understand what was happening. "What?" Your hands fell to the counter where your back was pressed.

"Your boyfriend finally showed his true colors. So why can't I take advantage of your desperation? I just have to show you what you really deserve." Her words seemed so strange and false that you just started to go crazy. "He cheated on me with you. I hate you..." Tears streamed down your cheeks as Billie chuckled. You could hear the pleasure in every sound she made. "Oh, do you really think I touched him? No, baby, he's fucking other girls now." Those words sent a new wave of nausea up your throat.

"Don't worry, I saved everything for you..." She whispered in your ear as her hands settled on your waist. Her touch felt so heavy, or was it you who was so weak? "What are you talking about?" You forced the words out of you as you looked into her eyes. There was so much cruelty, pleasure, and power in them that your knees buckled. 

"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for the moment when he would stumble. When he would make way for me to get to you. Babe, I've been waiting so long to make you so desperate..." Billie sounded so wild that it really scared you. You suddenly understood all her looks. Every thought that was behind her actions. "I'm obsessed with you." 

"You're crazy..." You tried to break free from her grip, but she only held you tighter. "Because of you." 

"I wanna do bad things to you." Your mind was clouded with the pain of betrayal and a strange desire. Wild and irresistible. You didn't understand why she had this effect on you. You couldn't look away. "I wanna make you yell." With every word her gaze grew darker. This was her dark side. The one no one had ever seen. Billie grabbed your hand, leading you to the second floor. She knew your house. She knew your house? 

"You were staking me..." The words came out of your mouth with horror on your face. Billie led you to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Of course I did. I needed to impress you." She smiled predatorily, approaching you like her prey. You must have been her prey. "No one in this world can give you what I can do." She combed your hair with her fingers, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "But I don't wanna treat you well right now."

Your insane fear of her was igniting a fire of desire in you. You were disgusted with yourself, but you couldn't help yourself. You just looked at her, silently letting her do whatever she wanted.

"Good girl." Billie smiled, lifting the hem of your nightgown. She looked at your hips hungrily. "I wanna see what you can take." She led you to the bed, laying you down on your back. You felt awkward, because she was fully dressed. You were wearing too little, under her gaze you felt completely naked.

"So beautiful... Just for me." Billie smiled, removing your nightgown. The cold air sent a wave of goosebumps down your body. Billie looked at your breasts, smiling hungrily. She ran her tongue along your neck, sucking on the soft skin until she left several marks. "You're mine." It sounded so sexy that you brought your thighs together. This little naughtiness didn't escape Billie and she clicked her tongue. "No baby, keep your legs wide open for me." You whined at her words, spreading your legs. You felt humiliated, but the feeling made your pussy drip. 

"That's it baby. Such an obedient girl for mommy." Your eyes widened in shock when she called herself that. You fought the urge to bring your thighs together again. "Mommy?" You whispered softly, looking into her eyes. This whole situation looked terrifying in the darkness of your room. 

"I can be anything for you." She smiled, taking your hand in hers. Billie guided it down to her pants. You felt something hard in her pants. It made you gasp. "I may not have a real dick, but what I'm going to give you is so much better than your boyfriend's." Billie stood up, taking off her pants. Her thighs were curvy, you wanted to touch them. The strap looked so sexy on her. "It's big. I'm not sure I can take it..." You raised yourself up on your elbows, trying to get a better look. 

"No, princess, you'll take it all. You'll let mommy fill you up to the brim, right?" Her voice sounded so sweet, you just couldn't refuse. "Yes, yes..." Billie smiled, climbing on top of you again. She pulled your panties down. She was trying to be patient, but you could see her breaking.

"Please…" You looked at her, pleading in your eyes. You needed her touch. For the first time, she looked at you seriously. "Do you need me to be gentle?" You looked into her eyes and saw how much she hoped you would let her be rough. "No." One word was enough for her to press a hungry kiss to your lips. She devoured you as her fingers settled on your clit. Her movements were slow at first, until you moaned into her mouth. She couldn't hold on any longer. You sighed as two of her fingers found their way into you. Just the fingertips. It was so damn little that you immediately began to move your hips, trying to get them deeper, but Billie wouldn't let you. "You're so wet. Tell me who for and I'll give you more." There was absolute power in her voice, it made you drip harder. "You, for you…" You closed your eyes as her fingers abruptly entered your wet pussy. She moved quickly because you didn’t need to get used to it, you were so ready to be filled with her. 

“So beautiful…” Billie watched as your pussy swallowed her fingers with every thrust. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to taste you, to devour you. Her head was between your thighs. She licked and sucked your clit as you writhed under her touch. “One more… One more.” You begged her for more, you could feel the mess between your legs and it made you want to cum right now. A loud moan escaped your lips as she added a third finger, stretching you out just right. 

“Fuck, Billie…” You were so turned on by everything she had done to you earlier that you were ready to cum now. Billie pressed her face harder against your pussy, slapping her tongue against your clit. Your moans sent a pleasant warmth down her belly. Her fingers hit your g-spot. She stopped eating you for a second. "Cum." That was enough to make you fall apart on her tongue.

"So delicious" Billie smiled, licking her lips. It looked so dirty, but you loved it. She looked at her fingers, completely covered in your juices. "Open" You obediently opened your mouth as two of her fingers were in your mouth. It was your first time tasting yourself. You cleaned her fingers and Billie looked at you with pride. "My good girl… Now you are ready for me to destroy you. Completely" Fear was etched on your face as Billie smirked. She aligned the tip of the strap with your entrance, teasing your pussy. 

"Billie, please…" Your voice broke with desperation and need. Your begging was music to her ears. You moaned loudly as half of her cock was inside you. "Fuck, so tight…" She growled into your neck, entering completely. The feeling of being filled brought tears of pleasure to your eyes. Billie gave a few slow thrusts before picking up a wild speed. Her hips were slamming against yours. You grabbed the sheets, squeezing them tightly. 

"Fuck, so good..." Billie placed your legs on her shoulders, fucking you deeper at a new angle. You were going crazy when she growled in pleasure. When she destroyed you completely. 

"I wanna take a picture." You didn't expect those words from her. And you didn't understand what kind of picture she wanted to take. You looked at her with disbelief. "Trust me, princess." Billie grabbed her phone, which was lying on the edge of your bed, and opened the camera. Your legs were laid sexily on her shoulders, she bit her lip, looking at the camera. Probably, if someone saw these photos, they wouldn't know whose legs these were. Only a small tattoo of an angel on your ankle could give it away. The photos were blurry, but it was even better that way. You don't know what else she did, but in a minute your phone starts ringing downstairs.

"What did you do?" You try to keep your voice steady, but your voice is shaking from the relentless thrusts. Billie smiles, leaning her head down to your face. "I think your boyfriend is just jealous."

She sent him the photo.

"Billie! What the-" Another deep thrust cut you off. Right now, the pleasure Billie was giving you was more important than your boyfriend.

"Cum for me." She sounded sweet as you fell apart on her toy. It felt so good, exactly what your boyfriend couldn't give you.

"Now, as long as you're still breathing, don't you even think of leaving"

requests open, angels !! <3

[bunnliix]

Pay Attention to Me

Pervert!teez: a collaboration within pirateeznet featuring:

Hongjoong written by @potatomountain | Yunho written by @skteezcursed | Yeosang written by @desirehorizon

San written by @flurrys-creativity | Mingi written by @mingsolo | Wooyoung written by @daddyfordaeddy | Jongho written by @sanjoongie

Pairing: Camboy!Seonghwa x reader Summary: You're roommates with Seonghwa, and he's been trying to get your attention for a while now, maybe you'll finally pay attention to him after what he's done. wc: 4.8k AU: college and camboy!Hwa Genre: Smut MDNI warnings: Fem!reader, perv!Seonghwa, livestreaming on sex sites, masturbation, panty stealing, reader being upset cause life is stupid and frustrating, reader bursting in on Hwa's livestream, yelling, teasing, edging, vaginal penetration, reader and Seonghwa being switches, listening in on someone getting off, pet names (baby, doll), unprotected sex (use a condom y'all), biting, hickeys, nipple play, handjobs, kinda praise kink, some light degradation, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, rough sex, mentions of exhibitionist fantasies, I think that's it, please tell me if I missed anything!

You got home after a long day at university, your classes kicking your ass as always, flopping down face first on your bed. Thankfully, the apartment was quiet, your roommate Seonghwa nowhere to be seen nor heard. Whatever he did in his room, it seemed to only happen at night, which between that and the sounds that sometimes traveled between the thin walls that separate your bedrooms gave you enough clues as to how he earned money. There were times that his job made it hard for you to focus on studying late at night, and you swore that he was loud on purpose sometimes. 

You never really minded having Seonghwa as your roommate, it’s not like he was an asshole or anything like that. Honestly, he was the best roommate you had had over the years, as he paid you his half of the bills on time, and left you alone when you needed alone time, and it didn’t hurt that he was attractive.

He usually went out of his way to bring you things throughout the week, and unless you were neck deep in an assignment, you always thanked him. Like now, as your door opened to reveal Park Seonghwa in all his glory, looking like a fucking supermodel.

“I bought you some chocolate, it was on sale at the grocery store.” He said, walking into your room and dropping it next onto an empty spot on your desk.

You looked up at him, “Thank you Seonghwa.”

“You can call me Hwa, y’know,” he reminded you, smirking down at you.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” you said, both of you knowing full well you wouldn’t remember. Whether on purpose or not, was up for debate.

He moved to lay on your bed as you watched him walk over. Your eyes locked on him as he stretched, arching his back in the process before he relaxed fully, smirking when his eyes met yours. You looked away quickly, focusing back on your work. 

Seonghwa just lays there silently looking at you while you work, waiting to see if you’ll give him and look at him. If you’ll give in and pay attention to him. Like he’s wanted you to do for the last year.

You had noticed Seonghwa, but you never acted on it. First, you were too busy with school, and second, you didn’t want to ruin the dynamic you two had currently. You enjoyed that you both worked well as roommates, and honestly, good roommates weren’t a dime a dozen. Plus, he was really nice and friendly, when he wasn’t being a bit odd. But his oddities never outweighed the good that he brought to the table.

He continued to lay on your bed for at least a couple hours, you were too absorbed in your schoolwork to notice exactly when he left your room, but you felt something was off. However, you couldn’t say what exactly was off about your room, so you chalked it up to him just accidentally disturbing something while he had entered or left. You thought nothing of it as you left your room to get a quick snack before heading to bed. You did have an exam in one of your classes tomorrow morning, and you needed all the rest you could get. And maybe you’d get to sleep before Seonghwa’s nighttime activities started up once again.

You stumbled into your apartment, completely drained yet also feeling ready to scream. Your day could not have gone worse, and you hoped that maybe you’d be fine now that you were finally back at home. Taking a deep breath as you slid off your shoes and headed towards your bedroom, you heard noise coming from Seonghwa’s bedroom. You felt your body tense up once again, hoping that you’d have the house to yourself since your roommate supposedly had class tonight, but you were wrong. 

You tried your best to ignore the sounds coming through the walls, tried to ignore the moans, as you entered your room and found it decidedly messier than you left it. It looked like someone had rummaged through everything, but you had left it organized and clean when you left this morning.

In particular, you found that your dresser had been almost ransacked. The drawers had been opened and closed haphazardly and you knew that no one but Seonghwa had access to the apartment, so it had to be your roommate. You couldn’t believe that he would actually look through your drawers, and as you took a breath and tried to calm down as you fixed the drawers, you noticed that your laundry basket was included in the ransacking of your bedroom, and saw that the pair of underwear you had thrown in their this morning had disappeared. You couldn’t believe that your roommate would be such a fucking pervert, and all patience and calm left you as you stormed out of your room, first banging on his door before slamming Seonghwa’s door open.

As you slammed his door open and went to yell at him, you instead found him in his bed, one pair of your underwear held up to his face, while another was wrapped around his length. You saw his camera recording and the stream up on his monitor, meaning that he was live on whatever cam site he used. The pervert was using your clothes to get off in front of others, and you couldn’t believe the audacity. But, you quickly focused back on the matter at hand. 

Seonghwa turned to look at you, as he continued to stroke himself, and as you two made eye contact, his eyes rolled back as he came into your underwear. His body tense as his orgasm washed over him while a stain appeared in the underwear wrapped around his dick.

You stood there shocked into silence as you watched him orgasm, unable to make any noise at all. You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed, and as much as you were furious, you weren’t sure what to do now. Except maybe burn both pairs of underwear that he had taken.

By the time you had returned to reality and managed to put together words to yell at him, you found that he had ended his livestream, and had returned back to laying on his bed, your underwear still in his possession.

“You’re a fucking pervert!” you yelled at him, finally able to say something, “You really went and stole my underwear to jerk off into for your perverted desires.”

“I did,” Seonghwa admitted, staring at you, “What about it?”

“What about it?! You’re a perverted bastard,” you shouted, “You rummaged through my room and used my clothes, covering them in your sperm!” You shivered in disgust at the reminder of what you witnessed.

“I’d say you’re the pervert here,” he countered, “You stood there and watched me cum into your underwear.”

“I-,” you stuttered, unable to think of a quick response to his words.

“Cat got your tongue?” He taunted you, raising an eyebrow at you.

“How can I be the pervert when you were the one using my underwear to get yourself off,” you replied back, turning to leave the room.

“Yet you watched, and I know you’ve heard me when I’ve been working. I bet you had some fantasies about me, but here you are calling me a pervert,” he said, and before you could leave the doorway, a hand gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“Park Seonghwa, let me go,” you said, trying to pull your arm out of his hold, to no avail.

“Hmm, no. I don’t want to,” he said, pulling you back into his chest, “You aren’t even curious as to why I took your underwear? Not even the slightest bit nosy?” His voice was like velvet as he whispered in your ear.

Your body stiffened as he held onto you, as his arms wrapped around your torso. You were curious, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning. You didn’t want to give in, though fucking hell it was tempting. Seonghwa was so tempting, but he was also a panty sniffing pervert and you were at war over what you would do next.

“You won’t even respond to me, doll?” Seonghwa asked you, his hold on you growing just the tiniest bit tighter.

You bit your lip to stop any noises that threatened to escape, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Seonghwa, whose chuckle made you shiver.

“Are you trying to keep your pretty whines from me?” He said, one of his hands coming up to cup your face, as his thumb pulled your bottom lip down while you whined at his actions, too flustered by his presence to stop yourself.

“There’s those pretty noises,” he mused, “I finally get to hear them without having to strain my ears to hear them through the wall.”

At his confession, you managed to find it in yourself to pull away from him, turning to face him. He had been listening to you pleasure yourself through your shared wall? God he really was a pervert. You had been fooled into thinking that he was sweet and nice and not someone who’d do these kinds of things.

“What the fuck?” You said, both to him and to yourself, “You really are a nasty fucking perv.”

“I’m a nasty fucking perv who wants you,” Seonghwa said, reaching out to pull you close once again, and you let him. 

You were unable to stop yourself from thinking about how many times he had listened to you, and you know that he must have heard you call out his name at least once. You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, as he tilted your head back so your eyes met his. This was when you realized just how close you were, his face only inches away.

“Hello doll,” He said, a smirk on his face, “Can I kiss you?”

You almost wanted to giggle, it felt so different from the Seonghwa only minutes prior, but you responded by closing the distance between the two of you, your lips connecting. It was gentle at first, neither of you pushing for more, and you felt yourself melting into your roommate’s arms. And that was when Seonghwa took control of the kiss, as his lips pressed hard against yours as you were almost gasping for air as he did so. You felt him smirk into the kiss, before his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and you allowed him to take more, feeling completely swept up in his actions, in Seonghwa himself.

You kept kissing him until he pulled away, and you found yourself almost out of breath as you stared up at him, while he smirked down at you. Your eyes were wide open and just starting to become the slightest bit glassy. You looked debauched and he loved it, he loved the way you looked at him, the way your clothes were just starting to look ruffled.

“Are you okay there doll?” He asked you, knowing full well that you were a bit lost for words, judging by your expression.

“Have you always kissed like that?” You asked him, catching him off guard, but he just chuckled and nodded, answering your question.

Instead of saying anything more, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, needing more from him, needing more of him. Your lips crashed together against him and it wasn’t long before Seonghwa once again took control of the kiss once again, as his hands wandered down your body and found your ass. You gasped into the kiss as he squeezed, your back arching and pushing you closer to him.

Seonghwa started walking you both back towards his bed as you kissed, sitting down and pulling you down onto his lap as your legs straddled it. You didn’t pull away from him despite the change in location, his lips having become addictive. It took Seonghwa pulling back for you to stop, and you whined as the kiss ended, desiring more.

“I don’t think I’m the pervert anymore, you’re even needier than I am, baby,” Seonghwa said, chuckling, “But I love seeing you like this. You’re so adorable like this, all needy for my kisses.”

You felt your cheeks flush and heat up, knowing that he wasn’t wrong. You had become needier for him, for his touch and kisses. You wanted more and as his hands squeezed your cheeks once again, you couldn’t do much more than whine and lightly grind down into his lap.

“Oh? Have I gotten you all riled up, darling?” Seonghwa said, already knowing the answer.

You hid your face in his chest, unable to respond, which only made Seonghwa smirk further, knowing he had succeeded in making you flustered. Well, more flustered than you had been prior. Your hands find purchase in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands. This prompts a moan from Seonghwa, as his eyes closed as you tugged on his hair once again.

“B-Baby,” he stuttered, “If you keep doing that, you won’t be leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”

You tugged at his hair one more time, harder than you had before, and his reaction is immediate. His head fell backwards as he groaned and ground up into you, before you suddenly found yourself looking up at him as he leaned over you as you laid on his bed.

His eyes were wide but filled with desire as he stared down at you. He spoke as his eyes connected with yours, “You asked for it now, baby. I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

You didn’t have a moment to ponder what those consequences would be before his mouth was attached to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin. You felt him bite down hard enough to leave a hickey behind on your neck, right where you were the most sensitive. You moaned as he continued kissing your skin, before he pulled away so he could remove your top, leaving the top half of your body exposed. He sat up, laying on top of your hips as he stared down at you, taking in the sight of you on his bed.

“You’re so pretty, doll,” Seonghwa said, “I can’t wait to ruin you and make you even prettier.”

You looked up at him as he just continued to stare down at you, before you got impatient and reached for his arms, pulling him forward towards you. He almost fell right on top of you, quickly pulling his arms out of your hold to brace himself above you.

“Someone’s impatient, I see,” he mused, chuckling at your actions. You didn’t give him any response, frustrated with him taking his time now that you were topless. Your hands snaked their way into his hair once again, pulling on it and tilting his head back in the process.

Seonghwa was taken by surprise at your actions, and in a split-second decision where you decided to fuck it and take what you wanted from him, now that he had gotten you worked up, you pushed him off of you and onto his back next to you. You climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. As he stared up at you with a bit of shock in his eyes, you took advantage of his nearly naked state and left your own set of marks, starting at his neck and trailing down his collarbone to his chest. If he was going to play this game with you, you wouldn’t let him win easily. Or at all.

You looked up at him, finding his head tilted back as his eyes disappeared into his skull, and suddenly something snapped into place in you and you wanted to see him like this more. You wanted to get back at him for being such a pervert.

Your mouth wrapped around one of his nipples, softly sucking on it, your tongue swirling around the bud as the man squirmed underneath you, noises falling from his mouth as he was unable to stop them. This only spurred you on more, as your other hand came up to play and pinch his other nipple, while you bit down softly on the one you were teasing with your tongue. 

“F-fucking hell doll,” Seonghwa panted, trying to catch his breath, “W-Where did this come from?” He asked, before groaning as you continued your actions.

You pulled away from his nipple, giving him a tiny break, “You took too long,” You said, like it was obvious.

Deciding to move on from torturing his nipples, you kissed and bit your way down his torso, as his hands found purchase in your hair, his grip not overly tight, but enough that it felt good, and pushed you to move further down his body. Once you reached his boxers, you looked up at him, seeing that he was watching you intently, though you could see that his eyes were dark with desire and need. 

You only paused for a moment more before you moved to straddle his legs, as his hands moved away, so that you could remove his underwear. You hadn’t really paid attention to what his length looked like when you had barged in earlier, but now you realized that he was definitely larger than average. You were only pulled from your thoughts when Seonghwa chuckled, as you looked up at him.

“Does my size shock you baby?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, while you blushed and looked away from him.

“N-No,” you said, stuttering slightly.

He only laughed once again, finding your reaction adorable, and telling you as much. You pouted, but quickly found your composure again and wrapped a hand around Seonghwa’s cock, stroking it once as he groaned in response. You smirked at making him speechless with just one little action.

You continued stroking him from base to tip, changing up the speed ever so slightly to see what affects him the most. As you watched him slowly start to fall apart in front of you, you felt yourself start to become needy like you had been before. You ground your hips down onto his thighs as you stroked him, as Seonghwa started pleading with you, becoming overwhelmed as a result of everything going on, as well as the realization that he’d finally get to have you, that you were here and finally paying attention to him.

“Baby, please,” he pleaded, “I need more, need you.”

Whines were falling from his mouth as he continued to beg and plead, becoming more desperate as you purposefully slowed down the speed of your hand. You continued teasing him until you both couldn’t take it anymore. You were so aroused that you were constantly grinding down onto his thighs for stimulation, while Seonghwa’s eyes were filled with tears as he was reaching his limit.

You decided it was time to put him out of his misery, as well as some much needed release for yourself. You moved off of his legs, so you could pull off the rest of your clothing, leaving yourself entirely nude. You saw his eyes roam your body, and you felt the desire to ruin him as you took him in, his dick that was fully hard and straining, needing release, his pretty pink nipples hard and in need of more attention, and his expression. Oh, his expression was beautiful, his eyes filled with tears and looking at you, pleading for you to give him more pleasure, his bottom lip swollen and red from where he kept biting it, and his cheeks with a pretty blush across them, telling you just how affected he was by all of your actions.

You straddled his hips once again, bracing yourself against his abs as you lined yourself up with his cock. You slowly sunk down onto it, your eyes rolling back as you were filled with his length, the feeling better than any dildo or toy you had tried thus far. Both Seonghwa and you moaned as he bottomed out inside of you, the feeling intense for the two of you.

You adjusted to the feeling of him inside your hole, feeling more filled and satisfied than you could remember, and you wondered why it had taken so long for you to finally give in to your desires. Slowly, you rose back up, till only the tip of his length remained inside, before you sunk back down again.

You felt Seonghwa’s hands come up to rest on your hips, his grip tight but not tight enough to hurt you. His hands helped guide you as you rode him, as you braced yourself once again, with your hands on his abs. As you slowly bounced on his cock, watching the man underneath you losing himself in the pleasure, as you slowly felt that same lust consume you as well, as you leaned forward and connected your lips to his.

In between kisses, Seonghwa kept babbling about how good you feel around him, and how he’d imagined this moment, but this was so much better than he ever could have imagined. You giggled at him, finding him adorable but kissed him hard to shut him up, taking control of the kiss as you increased the pace, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. You swallowed any whines that escaped his mouth, before pulling away and pulling off of his length just before he was going to come.

“Why,” he whined at you, “Please please please, baby, let me cum please.”

Seonghwa kept pleading, but you only chuckled before lining yourself up and sinking back down on him at an excruciatingly slow pace. You wanted to hear him beg, it made you even hornier, as you looked down at him as he begged and pleaded with you while his large, pretty eyes filled with tears, and some had already made their way down his cheeks.

You reached down to cup his cheek as you started bouncing up and down on his length, smiling down at him. “You look so pretty like this, doll,” you said, placing emphasis on the pet name, as you saw his eyes roll back as the word rolled off your tongue.

You felt him thrust up into you, making you sink down fully on his cock and stop moving entirely. “Ah ah ah, no moving or I stop moving. Patience gets you much further than disobeying me,” you told him, feeling on a high as the combination of the feelings of lust and power push you to be bolder than you normally would be.

He immediately stilled, as a petulant whine left his mouth. You didn’t expect him to listen so well, but you wanted to see more of him like this. So obedient and a good boy for you. You rewarded him with starting to ride him once again, quickly setting a fast pace even as your thighs burned.

You felt yourself come closer to your own release as you rode him, squeezing and clenching down around his length as you slowly got closer to falling off that cliff into your own pleasure. You found yourself having to brace yourself even more against his torso as you chased your own orgasm, as Seonghwa whined and cried out as he was close to reaching his own.

You saw Seonghwa getting close, and in another power play, you dropped down once again, sitting fully on his dick. You saw tears fall down his cheeks as he was prevented from coming for a second time. You got unbelievably more aroused as you watched him cry, as you brought your hand to your clit, your thumb rubbing circles as you felt your high get closer and closer. You saw Seonghwa’s eyes widen as he watched you get off while sitting on his length, his eyes glassy with lust as he sat so close to the edge of pleasure.

“Gonna get off on your cock,” you said to him, moaning as he babbled and begged you to let him come, enjoying how much power you had over him in that moment.

You added just a tiny bit more pressure to your clit, needing just a bit more to push you over that edge. You clenched down around Seonghwa’s length as the pleasure of your orgasm rushed over you, keeping yourself upright only by your hand on his torso, as your pussy tried to milk him for his seed.

As you rode out your high, you keened in pleasure as wave after wave washed over you. Your eyes had rolled back so you were unable to see Seonghwa watching you intently, memorizing what exactly you looked like lost in the throes of your orgasm. Though just as you came out of the haze you had been in, you found yourself on the bed as Seonghwa snapped.

“It’s my turn to take what I want, doll,” he growled, pushing your legs up over his shoulders, “You made me wait, and I can’t wait anymore.”

You tried to retort, but as he started a brutal pace, chasing his own high now, you were unable to speak, only whines and moans coming out of you. His hands on either side of your body, gripping the sheets in a death grip. The sounds of skin slapping against skin was the only noise in the room, besides the grunts and moans coming out of both of you, as you found another release rapidly approaching while Seonghwa let out strings of curses, telling you that he was close as well. 

You knew your bottom and thighs would be bruised in the morning with the force behind his thrusts, but in the moment, it felt so fucking amazing, and you wanted more of it. You were so close to the edge, and you just needed the slightest bit of stimulation before you would tumble over that edge. Seonghwa picked up on it, angling to hit that sweet spot inside as his fingers rubbed circles into your clit, pushing you right over the edge within seconds of him doing so.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your second orgasm washed over you, your body tensing as you felt Seonghwa hit his high as his hips stuttered before his sperm filled you up, the sensation of which prolonged your own high. You whined at the feeling of being filled as the pleasure hitting you over and over again felt like it lasted forever. 

“Fuck, baby,” Seonghwa said, his voice a little hoarse, “Your little pussy is really trying to milk me.”

You looked up at him with glassy eyes, still being lost in the haze of how good he had made you feel. He cooed at you, a slight smile on his face as he saw how fucked out you were as a result of him. He winced slightly as he slipped out of your hole, his length feeling very sensitive. He watched as his seed leaked out of you, and if he hadn’t been edged by you, the sight of it would have made him hard once more. It was such a pretty sight for him, as he imagined you sitting in class as his come leaked into your panties, as you tried not to let anyone know about your before class activities. 

He shook those thoughts away temporarily, intent on returning to them later, as he left you in his bed while he ran to get a warm towel and wipes to clean you, wanting to make sure you were taken care of properly. He was very gentle with you as he wiped you down and cleaned you up, making sure you were as thoroughly clean as he could while you still laid in bed. You watched him perform this aftercare and smiled gently at him when he returned to you after putting everything away as sliding onto the bed next to you.

“Did you have a fun time doll, with your perverted roommate?” He asked you with a smirk on his face, to which you smacked his arm before turning away from him.

“Once a pervert, always a pervert,” you complained, ignoring him.

“But you finally paid attention to this pervert, so I got what I wanted baby,” he said to you, his arms coming to wrap around your body, pulling you close to him. You let him, content to stay in his arms for now.

“You wanted me to pay attention to you, all this time?” you asked, thinking he was being silly.

“That was all I wanted, doll. I just wanted your attention on me, and only me.”

Taglist: @bethelighthalazia @callmeghostly

[billyharris]

Inspired by @captain-flint's post.

“It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” Having a crew like this behind you – even when things go wrong.” Tommy reflects, watching the 118’s relief over the text in the group chat. The group chat Tommy isn’t in. Understandably. He’s only been with Evan for five months. It was nice enough for Evan to invite him to come to the hospital and wait for Denny to get out of surgery with everyone.

“Especially when things go wrong.” Evan replies, letting his gaze linger like he really wants Tommy to take it in. It works, because Tommy feels his insides become just that much squishier and his grip on his coffee cup tightens enough to crush the styrofoam if he isn’t careful. “Oh my god, that’s it.”

“What?”

“I know how to break the curse.” Great. More curse talk. A part of Tommy was hoping with the more pressing matters of Denny being in the hospital, maybe Evan could go a few hours without mentioning Billy Boils. But as he looks at the clock on the wall, he sees it’s only been forty-five minutes since his last ‘not so fun’ fact about the outlaw.

Tommy shakes his head and takes a sip from his cup as Evan starts typing up a plan in his notes app. A plan that no doubt involves Tommy. Which he’s more than okay with. No matter what they’re doing, as long as Tommy is with his boyfriend, he’s satisfied. He’d be a little more satisfied if he could kiss Evan without risking getting an infection – but at least it hasn’t got in the way of other activities, like the blowjob he gave him this morning.

***

Thirty or so minutes later, Karen gathers everyone so they can sign Denny’s cast. Tommy is the only one who doesn’t stand up. Evan grabs his hand and pulls him. “C’mon babe, you too.” He shoots his boyfriend a look that reads ‘are you sure?’ and Evan doubles down, pulling him up with both hands now.

Tommy agrees, but when they get to the room, he stays back in the doorway. He’s not part of the 118 extended family. There wasn’t one when he was at the station, and he hasn’t been back in their lives long enough to warrant an invitation to join just yet. Maybe when he and Evan get more serious. Maybe when he finally asks him to move in will he feel part of the posse he’s always craved.

Everyone lines up and starts signing Denny’s cast – drawing or writing inside jokes and messages Tommy knows nothing about. He’s never even met Denny formally. Maybe back in the day, Karen brought him to the station when she occasionally picked Hen up. But he would have been a child then. Fuck, he’s old – he’s reminded looking at the kid who’s taller than his moms now.

Denny’s cast, withstanding the signatures, looks the same as the one Tommy had the summer he moved to LA. He broke it falling down the stairs during his worse and final fight with his father. He discharged himself from the hospital, hopped on a bus to California, and crashed on his cousin’s couch until he was healed. Once he was cleared, he was immediately deployed, needing to get as far away from his father as possible. Not like the bastard was looking for him.

No one signed his cast that summer. Not even his cousin. Which he’s thankful for. The only thing more pathetic than a blank cast is a cast with one measly, pity signature on it.

Tommy understood loneliness. It had been suffused into his bones for as long as he could remember. He learned feeling alone the majority of the time was just part of life. He had friends, made himself useful so he could occasionally be invited over to help out with a task and maybe get offered a beer or to hang around after. It was a temporary band-aid on the perpetually alone feeling he’s accustomed to.

It worked fine for him. For forty (plus) years, Tommy had to find a way to be content with being the loneliness he was stuck with. He nursed his injuries by himself, learned to cook meals for one, found enjoyment in being the only one in the theater at an afternoon movie.

Then Evan Buckley came into his life. His wonderful, bright eyed, golden retriever of a boyfriend who’s happiest when he’s surrounded by loved ones. Over the past five months, Evan has shown Tommy how incredible it is to have someone constantly by your side. To have a ‘Morning babe!!’ text with a dozen emojis waiting for him when he woke up and another wishing him a good night before bed. Evan will stop at nothing to remind Tommy he’s welcome in his life – all of it.

Eddie too. It took two hang outs before he was inviting Tommy over to show Christopher flight sim. He’s never had a boyfriend like Evan or a best friend like Eddie. He feels almost spoiled about it. His heart doesn’t know what to do with all this affection. For so long, being on his own was he all he’s known. And now he can’t remember the last time his calendar wasn’t stacked with outings and hang outs. He hasn’t had a lonely night in, feeling miserable and self-loathing since the night he saved Bobby and Athena. Since the 118 returned to his life.

Tommy’s brought back from his thoughts when Eddie shoves him. Evan is staring at him – wait – everyone is staring at him. Then he sees Denny holding out the sharpie towards him. “Aren’t you gonna sign too …” He looks over to Hen and she mouths his name. “… Tommy, right. I knew that.” Everyone laughs, Tommy included.

Maybe he does belong.

[pruesgaultier]

lets talk: agatha all along finale

ahead: spoilers obvi, and my VERY annoyed thoughts read at your own risk. and remember something VERY important: these are MY thoughts, MY opinions on MY page.

before i get into the bad, which there was a lot of imo, lets talk about what i loved

☆ i loved that jen got away and got her powers back. i really love her character and i hope we see her again. still crazy how agatha is the one who bound her like omg ???? good for her love that diva

☆ i love the agatha and nicky scenes. and then creating the ballad together, soooo sweet. she was such a good mom im so sad

☆ i love the alice part as heartbreaking as it was

☆ the part where billy created the makeshift grave for alice, lilia, and sharon

☆ "MY LOVE" "YOU LOVE ME" "WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME" im sickkkk they're absolutely insane and i love them so so much

☆ rio planting the flowers over agatha's grave, im sickkkk

☆ AGATHARIO KISS !!! was so so beautiful and passionate i love them.

☆ ghost agatha is sexy, don't know how i feel about her hair tho. some angles i like it, some angles i dont

now what did i hate, just about everything else.

☆ i hate how the first time we get a lesbian kiss in marvel, one of them dies. the bury your gays trope is so fucking tired. wrap it up. i don't care about male gay rep because they already had it in the mcu with eternals, it's not fair that when lesbians finally get rep, we don't get to keep it.

☆ not only do i just not fucking like billy, i hate how so much of this show centered around him, like if this was supposed to get me excited and into billy, it failed drastically. FUCK BILLY ??? WHO CARES ??? the show is called agatha all along and i feel like it was billy all along in too many parts. we didnt even get to see too much of her because of HIM. ALSO her sacrificing herself just to end up basically being his ghost side kick is also stupid. because while i get agatha not being able to face her son again, then why kill her ? why not let her live, what because he's a maximoff that we're supposed to see in later projects ??? like who gives a shit.

✧ they put entirely too much of this show on wiccan / joe's popularity and it didnt work nor make sense.

☆ also, on the topic of billy, i don't get why agatha just didnt drain his power and kill him. i know she made the deal with rio and stuff but he could've reincarnated into another body and they could continue wiccan's journey like that but in a different body. it honestly just seems like marvel sacrificed agatha to keep joe locke and its like who fucking cares.

☆ i hate how im left with more questions than answers.

✧ how and why did rio and agatha get married? agatha has been killing witches for so long, and im assuming rio appeared everytime, when did they get together?

✧ rio referes to nicholas as nicky, why? from what we saw in those 6 years agatha and nicky were together, she wasn't there.

✧ why did they make it seem like we would see them raising nicky together?

✧ they described agathario's history as "long and complicated", yet we never saw that or the aftermath of their relationship after rio took nicky? did rio and nicky meet before? because he seemed to know her or at least not be scared enough to feel "stranger danger" like what happened.

✧ in episode 4, we get agathario almost kiss and hat seemed like a healing moment for them and in the end we get agatha never wanting to see rio again ? why ? what happened that we didn't see for this seemingly drastic change.

✧ in ep 5, rio very clearly hates agatha's mother and refuses to let agatha go with her, and obviously we as an audience can infer the reason why, agatha told her what happened but still.

✧ how did the agatha trading nicky for the darkhold rumor even start ? agatha gave birth alone in the woods and gave him a completely different name, who knew about her son ? how did they find out ? im sooo confused by all of this

i love this show, or at least the concept, but i don't love the execution. it was supposed to be about us learning and getting to know agatha and i honestly feel like i don't know her at all. i loved eps 1-4 and ep 7, everything else, eh.

thanks for coming to my ted talk !

[midnighthazee]

I Don't Want To Share You (Han Jisung Drabble)

Summary: When your boyfriend Han Jisung finally had enough when it comes to sharing you...you decided to show him just how important he is to you.

Genre: Smut, Angst with happy ending, 18+ MDNI

Warnings: teacher/student affair, dom/sub dynamics, Praise kink, daddy/mommy kink, dacryphilia, slapping, spitting, handcuffs, overstimulation, orgasm denial, name calling, sex toys, multiple orgasms, Switch Reader, desperate/whiny Han, begging.... (I think I covered everything...)

WC: 4661

As a college kid, you’re enjoying life and everything your campus has to offer. You are enjoying your classes, despite the heavy homework load, and enjoying time with your friends. Even your classes were interesting this year.

Being your second year in college, you were pretty comfortable with the campus and how things worked. It was near the end of the semester, however, and you were grateful to say the least. Sure all the studying for finals was stressful but you would manage. Balancing classes, homework, a part-time job, and friends along with a boyfriend was proving to be a lot. And on top of all that, you were balancing a regular hookup.

Your boyfriend, Jisung knew of course - you were not cheating on your boyfriend for over a year. You were just…having some fun. Your boyfriend was quite subby, allowing you to be the more dominant one in the relationship. He was so obvious about it, most of your friends knew who was in charge. Sure he liked to have his fun and try to dominate you, but it was just too cute and all your cooing and praising just ended up pushing him back into his subspace.

Which led you to your current situation. You wanted to have some fun being a sub for once. You loved your boyfriend dearly, but it was a nice change up to let go and not be in control. You talked to your boyfriend about it and he was cool with you exploring your sub side. You even said he could find a partner to Dom if he wanted. The thought made your stomach churn but you had to be fair. Although the longer your relationship goes, the more possessive you feel yourself becoming over him.

It was currently thirteen minutes past midnight on a Thursday night. You were at your hookup’s place for the second time this week. He was usually once a week at most (sometimes you miss a week) but he seems to be a bit hornier this week.

“Fuck…” he panted, pulling out of you. “Turn over. Let me see your ass.”

You did as he said, not that you had much of a choice. You don’t do as he says and you get five spanks to your ass from his flogger. It was a thin little strip that left quite the sting. Between the pain, and the look on Jisung’s face when he saw the marks on you two days later, you try to avoid it as best you can. (You had to spend all night convincing him you were okay with the flogging.)

He pushed into your heat again, making you throw your head back. He pounded into you relentlessly as he got lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. He gripped your hair in his hand and pulled.

“You love this, don’t you? No man can make you feel like this, can he?” he said in between breaths.

He groaned as you pushed back into him. He slapped your ass, making you wince, squeezing around him. 

“Answer me, baby,” he demanded.

“No.. no one else but you, Daddy.” you said between thrusts.

“That’s right baby.” He grunts.

“Fuck…you feel so good, Won.” you moan, getting lost in the pleasure. “I’m gonna cum.”

“I know…” He pants. “Cum for me y/n… wanna feel you squeeze around my cock again.

At his words, you cum, body convulsing as you squeeze him. He groans at the sensation, gripping your hips tightly to keep you pressed to him. He was so deep and you moaned loudly. It was your fifth orgasm of the night and he came once already, eager for a second.

Your body goes limp, falling forward on the bed as you catch your breath. He smacks your ass, making you flinch.

“I’m not done with you yet baby.”

“I can’t… anymore…” you whine as he flips you over.

“I know you got one more orgasm for me…come on now princess.” he says, lining up with your entrance once more. 

As he leans over you, he pushes into you, stretching out your sensitive folds and making you moan his name.

“Mr. Jeon….”

“Fuck I love when you call me that.”

“It’s too much…” you whine.

“Take it like a good girl…I’m almost done…” he says, picking up the pace.

Your legs are spread as he pounds into you, the sound of skin get slapping and your wetness filling the room. He always pushed you to your limits and you loved it. He never failed to satisfy you even though the emotional connection wasn’t there. Won didn’t want anything serious, just a casual fuck. Which worked for you since you weren’t looking for another relationship. You just had to make sure no one found out.

“I’m close, baby.” He says, reaching between your bodies and pressing his thumb to your clit.

You cry out, squirming underneath him. This only pleased him and encouraged him to push you farther. He began to rub circles around your sensitive clit. 

“Won please…” you cry out.

“Come on baby. I need another one from you.”

“I can’t…” a tear slips down your cheek.

“Yes you can. Give it to me.” His hips snap faster into you and you grip the sheets tightly, biting your lip. 

Despite your body’s exhaustion, you feel another build up inside you, ready to snap. Your back arches into his touch. As he thrusts into you, he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly and nibbling. It was too much and pushed you over the edge.

You saw stars as you squeezed your eyes shut, body shaking violently. You cried out and held onto him as he groaned and stilled, cumming inside the condom he wore. He tried to convince you to let him do it raw everytime, but you were smarter than that - you would take every precaution with him.

“Damn..” he said, rolling off you and lying on his back. “I knew you had one more.”

You rolled your eyes at his smug smile. “Shut up.”

He laughed, rolling the condom off and disposing of it. He went into his bathroom, wet a rag and tossed it to you before going to clean himself off. You wiped yourself clean, throwing the rag into his hamper and getting dressed.

“Running off already?” he asked, coming out of the bathroom.

Your eyes look down his body, stopping at the trail just over his underwear line. You catch yourself and continue getting dressed. “Yeah. I have a quiz tomorrow.”

“Maybe the professor will bump it back…..” he teased, smiling.

“I don’t know. He’s kind of a jerk..” you shrug.

“Ouch…” he placed his hand over his heart as if wounded. “And here I thought I was being nice.”

“You know I don’t do this for special treatment.”

“And I admire that about you.” he says, tucking hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead and sighing. “I’m gonna miss having you in my class next semester.”

“Maybe I’ll take a different class of yours.”

“Or maybe I’ll flunk you so you have to retake it.”

“Abuse of power….” you gasp, swatting his arm.

His quick reflexes grab your wrist and arched his eyebrows.. “Careful…or I’ll have to send you home with another red ass. Then how would you concentrate on your quiz when you can’t sit?” 

You bite your lip.

“Bet you would like that,” he leans closer till your lips are nearly touching. “Wouldn’t you, princess?”

Before you can answer he pulls away, dropping your wrist. You pout at the tease. After you get dressed, he walks you to the door. Before he opens it, he pulls you flush with his body and smashes his lips on yours. 

“Get back safely, okay?” he says, opening the door.

“Yeah of course.”

“See you tomorrow. Don’t forget your number two pencil.” he says with a dazzling smile.

You roll your eyes, making your way down the driveway and to your car. You drive around the corner to campus, parking and heading up to your dorm. Once inside, you shower, properly cleaning yourself of him and lay in bed. The bed feels cold and lonely and you miss your boyfriend.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a quick text:

I miss you. Love you baby.

You wait for a response, eventually falling asleep, cell phone in hand as exhaustion takes you over.

Jisung heard his phone buzz and looked over. It was just after one thirty in the morning. He saw your name on his phone and opened the message. He read it, heart fluttering. He missed you too - so much it hurt.

Placing his phone back on the nightstand, he turned over, willing sleep to come.

The next day, you woke up to the annoying jingle of your alarm. You reach for your nightstand but your hand does not find your phone, Reluctantly opening your eyes, you look for your phone. Following the sound, you find it on the floor. You groan, reaching for it. As you pick it up, you realize it’s been going off for nearly ten minutes. 

You sit up quickly, placing it on the charger and hurrying to get ready. It only takes you fifteen minutes to throw on some clothes, put your hair up in a ponytail, brush your teeth, and gather your stuff. You grab your phone from the charger and hurry off to class. It started at eleven and it was already 10:45am..

As you’re walking, you go to text your boyfriend. You notice the message you sent last night (that you don’t remember sending). It was read right after it was sent but there’s no reply. You send another one anyways.

Good morning, my love

I hope you slept well. I’ll be over after my quiz.

You hit send and walk into class right as your professor begins speaking.

“Alright class….I hope everyone studied.” He eyes you as you enter but prevents himself from lingering his gaze on you. “This is our final quiz before your final exam.”

You take your normal seat next to your friend Julie, hurrying to put your bag down and get your stuff.

“I was worried you overslept.” she said. “You didn’t respond to my texts.”

“Sorry. I was rushing over here. Stayed up too late last night.”

“You and Jisung, huh?” she nudges you with her arm.

“Uh..yeah.” you blush.

She giggles, taking out her scantron and pencil.

You take out yours, looking up and locking eyes with Professor. Jeon as he hands the two of you a quiz sheet.

“This quiz is a bit longer than normal. But once you are done, you can leave. Next week, we will begin reviewing for the final. Good luck.”

“That wasn’t too hard.”  Julie says.

“Nope. Pretty sure I passed this one.”

“Wanna grab some lunch?”

“Can’t…meeting up with Jisung.”

“You were just with him last night…” Julie giggled.

“No I wasn’t I-” You froze.

Julie gives you a skeptical look.

“I was texting him.” You quickly finished. “ We were texting till like two am.”

“Okay. Sexting…got it. Another day then.”

“Love you girl.” you said, giving her a quick hug.

You arrive at Jisung’s dorm and knock. His roommate opens the door.

“Hey y/n. Jisung’s not here.”

“Oh. He’s not?”

“No. Think he went out with some friends like thirty minutes ago.

“Oh okay. Guess…I uh..should have called first.” You force a smile. 

“If I see him, I can let him know you’re looking for him,” he offered.

“Yeah, thanks Felix.” you smile, looking at your phone to see your text message was read.

It was Saturday evening and focusing on your homework was near impossible. Mostly because you’re convinced that your boyfriend has been kidnapped - that or he was avoiding you. But the question was why. Why would he just stop talking to you?

So you headed over to his apartment once more to see if you could catch him. Knocking, you bite your lip hoping. 

Nothing.

You knock again.

You lean against the door and hear hushed voices.

“Just talk to her. You can’t keep avoiding her.” It was Felix.

“I know you’re in there!” You call through the door, knocking again. “Han Jisung…”

After a few seconds, the door opens and Felix walks past you, giving you a half smile. You slip inside and see Jisung sitting on the bed, avoiding eye contact and twiddling his fingers..

You lock the door behind you and step further inside, putting down your stuff. You walk over to him, kneeling in front of him. He looks to the side.

“Baby…what’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me?”

He doesn’t say anything.

“Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head. Well that’s progress.

“Then talk to me. Please?”

He sighs heavily. “I don’t want to make you mad…”

“Why would I be mad? Did you kill someone?” 

His eyes widened, finally looking at you as he shakes his head.

“Did you….drink my last seltzer water?”

He shakes his head.

“Then I don’t know why I would be mad at you.”

“Because I lied…” he says in such a quiet voice you almost didn’t hear it.

“Lied about what, my love?”

“Is that what you call him?” He mumbles, more to himself than you.

“What?” 

“Nothing.” he was quick to say.

“Ji…” you say. “What did you lie about?”

“That I was okay with you being with another guy….” He looks away, frowning.

His body was tense as he anticipated your reaction. You stand and he flinches. You move to sit on the bed, pulling him into your lap as you lean back against the headboard.

“How long have you been feeling like this?” you ask.

“I…. I didn’t really like the idea from the beginning. But I thought I would get over it. I wanted you to be happy. If I’m not enough then you could at least-” “No no…baby. You are enough. Look at me.” You look into his eyes. “Baby you are enough. More than enough. I love you, okay. You’re the only one I want.”

“So you won’t be mad if I ask you to stop seeing him? Because I don’t want to share you anymore.”

“Nope. Not at all. I was just having fun I guess. Honestly one time was all I needed to know he wasn’t what I wanted. But it just kept happening and I was afraid if I broke it off, he would take it out on me with my grades. So I’ve just been trying to get through the semester. But even if I was enjoying myself, I still wouldn’t be mad. You come first.”

“Really?”

“Yes, baby. Everytime I’m with him, I’m wishing it was you that I was with. I don’t care if you never dominate me. I don’t need that. Just you.”

“I’ll still try, if you let me.” He said with pouty lips.

You cupped his cheeks. “You don’t have to change for me.” 

“I’m not. I just want to give you what you want.”

“You already do.”

You kiss him deeply, holding him close in your arms. As you kiss, you end up guiding him onto his back, lips never parting from each other. He lays on his bed, you leaning over him, bodies pressed together as you kiss.

“I missed you.” You whisper in his ear, kissing his sweet spot just under the lobe.

He moans, hands resting on your sides as you kiss down his neck. 

“I-I missed y-you too y/n.” he manages to get out, clearly flustered.

“Can I show you how much?” you ask, grazing your teeth along his jaw.

He nods eagerly.

You smile down at him, his puppy eyes sparkling up at you. You can feel the twitch in his pants as he anticipates what happens next. You kiss him passionately, hands sliding up his shirt and caressing his skin as you straddle him. You pinch his nipples, teasing them and coaxing a whine from his lips.

“I haven’t seen you in three days, my love.” you say as you kiss down his neck. 

He tilts his head to give you more access, and you see the veins protruding. You nip at the skin, sucking to leave a mark and he moans. His grip on your sides tightens as he tries to ground himself. God he missed you and your touch.

“Cat got your tongue, little mouse?” you tease, sitting up.

“D-don’t stop.” he whines, lips pouty and eyes glassy.

You smirk, knowing that it’s been nearly five days since you two have been together. You tug at his shirt and he helps you take it off. 

“These too.” You say, tugging at the waistband of his sweats. As you move off him, you notice a wet spot in the front.

“Leaking already? Are you that horny?” you taunt and he blushes.

As he pulls off his sweats, no underwear on, you see the precum on his tip. You lick it off, making him shudder.

“Baby boy, we got a long night ahead of us.” you say.

He whines desperately. You know it’s not in dread but more in excitement and desperation but you were going to drag this out as long as you could.

He was now laying naked on his bed, looking up at you with eyes begging for your touch. Leaning over him, you take one of his nipples in your mouth and suck harshly. He hisses, back arching as he moans. One of your hands toys with the other nipple as you suck.

“Ahh...” he whines, hips bucking in search of friction.

“Not yet Ji. Patience.” you say in a low seductive voice.

His brows furrow as his eyes remain shut. You love him like this - desperate and eager. He was definitely going to cry tonight.

You move your hand down his torso, stopping just at the base of his cock. You watched it twitch before kissing him again. You straddle him once more, looking at him with a mischievous grin. You grip his jaw, kissing him once more before pulling back.

“Open your mouth.” you say and he does as you asked.

You spit into his mouth, smirking. “Swallow.” 

He swallows obediently.

“Good boy.” 

You climb off of him, earning a whine as you move to his nightstand, pulling his toys from their hiding spot. His dick twitches with anticipation. “What to play with first…” you say, looking at the options.

You decide on the handcuffs and pick them up.

“Move over here.” you say, pointing towards the top of the bed and he follows. “Arms up.”

“Please…mommy…” he begins.

Before he can finish his sentence you twist his nipple. Hard. He cries out.

“Arms up.” you repeat.

He lifts his arms and you lock each wrist to the wooden bolsters of the headboard. Then you go back to the toys and find the switch. He whines.

“I’ve been good…” he starts to say in a whiny voice.

Slap.

He hisses as the switch connects with his upper thigh, just shy of his pelvis.

“I will decide if you’ve been good.”

His lower lip trembles.

“Let’s play.” you grab another toy and bring it to his mouth. “Suck”

He does as you ask. After a few seconds, you pop the plug from his mouth and position yourself between his legs.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty boy.” 

With a whine, he spreads his legs, opening himself up for you.

“Relax for me.” You say, pushing the plug to his hole.

He squirms, moaning. 

The switch connects with his thigh once more. 

“Don’t move, baby.” you demand.

You begin to push the plug again, and it slowly slides in, making him moan and throw his head back. Once it pops into place, your hand rubs up to his cock, gripping it and stroking. He jerks, so sensitive already.

 You take him in your mouth, bobbing your head slowly up and down his length. “Fuck…” he pants out.

With a loud pop, you stop sucking and reach for the vibrator. Switching it on, you turn it to the medium setting and touch the side of his cock. He bucks, moaning once more. Moving it up and down his cock, you watch as he bucks his hips and bites his lip. 

You reach up, teasing his nipple and he moans so loudly. You’re grateful it’s a Saturday so most people are out instead of in their dorms. 

“Can I come? Please let me cum. I’m so close.” he begs as you place it on his tip.

“Already? I’ve barely touched you.” 

You pull the vibrator away and turn it off. You pour a little lube in your hands and begin stroking him once more. He jerks into your hand. You squeeze, only moving your hand with his thrusts so there’s no friction until he stops. He whines, but eventually stops.

You begin giving him a hand job, deciding to see if you can beat your record of edging him for ten minutes. He’s always so sensitive - the longest he ever went was ten minutes and seventeen seconds.

You began stroking his cock, alternating between fast and slow, and teasing his slit. Moans were pouring from his mouth as you slide your hand up and down as fast as you can. He bucked and you could see his pelvic muscles tightening. You slowed, stopping for a few seconds before teasing his tip. 

“Ahh…fuck…” he panted out.

You pressed your thumb on the underside of his cock head, teasing him further to the edge. He whined, squirming under your touch.

“Mommy…mommy…” he whined, over and over as you began stroking him again, your thumb grazing his slit every few strokes.

“Let me cum…please…” he begged. “Please mommy, I’m so close.”

“Not yet, my love. You must wait.”

He whined, leaning against the handcuffs as if his hands would slip free.

You could see his pelvic muscles tightening again, signaling he was close. You tease his tip just before stopping. He cries out, cum shooting up and dripping down your hand. His body shakes with the orgasm, his eyes rolling back. 

As he comes down from his high, the realization dawns on him. He opens his wide, glassy eyes, meeting yours.

“Ji was a bad boy…” you taunt.

“I-I’m sorry. I d-didn’t mean to. I s-swear.”

You ignored his apologies, swatting his half hard cock. He jumped, whining. You grip his cock, stroking its sensitive, reddened tip and his body jerks, squirming to get away from your touch. It was overstimulating and he couldn’t take it.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum, did I?” you ask, not letting up.

“Oh god…please...” he chokes out through sobs. “Please it’s too much…”

You don’t stop, watching as tears fall from his eyes. His toes curl and he squirms, still trying to move away but you have him pinned.

“Ahh...Mommy please… I’m sorry...” he cries. His voice raspy.

You stroke faster, making his hips come off the bed and thrash around. Finally after almost two minutes, you relent and he pants, chest heaving. His eyes don’t open as you move off the bed. You quickly remove your clothes and climb back onto the bed and straddle him.

“I hope you enjoyed it because that was your only chance to cum now.” you say.

He sniffles, slowly opening his eyes as more tears spill, still breathing heavily. He looks up at you with pouty lips.

You sink down on his cock and he gasps loudly, tugging instinctively on the cuffs. You throw your head back at how deliciously he fills you up. It was like he was made just for you and fit so perfectly every time.

“Mommy…wait…I-” he chokes out before you grab his jaw again.

“It’s mommy’s turn to cum, baby boy. Where are your manners? You know the rules…. Mommy what?” you say, bouncing on him.

He bites his lip, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to process your words.

“What’s the rule, my little slut?” 

“Mommy…mommy cums f-first.” he pants out, fighting the hold from his handcuffs.

“That’s right. And you didn’t follow the rules. You were selfish. I thought I taught you better…”

“You did…” he pants… “Ahh…mommy” 

You continue to bounce, your wetness dripping down his cock as you feel yourself nearing climax. You bounced until your thighs burned, slowing your movements.

“Fuck me baby.” you demand.

He digs his heels into the bed, taking all his focus to push through the overstimulation as he thrusts up into you. Tears drip down his cheeks as he moans and whines. You rest your hands on his chest, holding yourself up a bit as he pounds into you. The squelching noises and his loud moans are the only things being heard.

“There you go. Come on baby. Faster.” you say and he follows your orders.

Soon enough, your orgasm washes over you, making your body tremble as you ride out your high. His hips drop as you squeeze him, making you drop down into his cock, as his legs give out.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby boy.” You kiss him deeply.

You rock your hips once more.

“I’m gonna cum…please…”

“No… you don’t get to cum again…” you say, grinding down on him harder.

He whines but tries his best to hold out.

Another orgasm is building as he reaches so deeply inside of you. 

“Can I suck on your nipple? Please mommy?” He looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“Go ahead, my love.” 

He wastes no time attaching his lips to your nipple and sucking. He moans, feeling relaxed as he suckles. One of his hidden kinks was to just suck your nipples like a baby - it was just so relaxing for him. Sometimes he lets his thoughts wander to how your milk would taste one day. 

You moan his name as you cum around his cock again, the squeeze interrupting his thoughts as he goes back to focusing on not cumming.

“Ji…fuck…”

You hold his head tighter to your chest, making him suck harder. The stimulation prolonged your high and had you convulsing. Finally your shaking slowed, and you tried to catch your breath. Jisung leaned back and you laid on his chest. 

“That’s my good boy.” you whisper.

“Mommy feels…good?” he asks between breaths.

“Yes, baby… Mommy feels so good.”

He smiled, happy to have satisfied you.

After a few minutes, you slide off his cock. The tip was red and he was still hard, You reached up and undid the handcuffs. His wrists were red too from all his pulling on them. You caress them each, giving tender kisses before putting away the toys. 

“Let me clean you up…” Jisung says, hurrying off to his bathroom. You lay back on his bed and he wipes through your folds to clean you up. Afterwards, you clean him up, pecking his tip.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’ll help you with this.” You say, dragging a finger down the length of his hard cock. 

It twitched as he bit his lip. He wanted to complain but knew he shouldn’t or you definitely wouldn’t help him.

“Can we cuddle now?” he asked in a small voice, hoping to distract himself from the ache between his legs as he put on some boxers..

“Of course my love.” You had slipped on a t-shirt and underwear.

You both curled up under his sheets, you holding him close as he put on a movie. It didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, his cock still hard as he did. You both slept for a few hours, only to wake because of hunger.

“Waffle house?” he suggested

“Yes.” you giggled.

Hurrying to get dressed, you both were eager for food. And a middle of the night meal at Waffle House would hit the spot. 

TAGLIST:

@its-the-solar-system

[azrielwingspan]

RED SERPENT (Mob!Bucky x f!reader)

MASTERLIST

Chapter 3-

Summary: King and Queen of New York. The one who knows how to play the game, survives.

Warnings: Violence, mature content, sexual themes, foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the actions written in this story.

"Shipment diverted. There's been no attack though. We made sure there was a leak about the cargo. Yet, no one showed up." Sam said at the briefing that morning.

Bucky listened, deep in thought. You could practically see the cogs in his brain working, trying to figure out a solution to this problem.

"But.." Sam continued on "I have a suspicion."

Here we go.

"Go on." Bucky said gruffly.

Clearing his throat, Sam seemed to gather his thoughts before speaking up "I think he's always one step ahead of us not due to lack of intelligence or skill on our part but rather due to...access to information."

You almost smiled at his very careful choice of words. It would be a direct hit to Bucky's ego if he had said it out straight. After all, Bucky handpicked the inner circle who knew mostly everything about the workings of his business. Well...everyone except you. You had been handpicked by his father. His last decision before he had passed away. A damn well good one at that or you thought so at least.

You could sense the change in Bucky's demeanor almost immediately. Silence plagued the room for the next five minutes and neither you nor Sam dared say anything. Your husbands anger could be quite explosive at times. Best to let him be.

After what seemed like ages, he finally spoke up. "Shut down cargo operations. I don't care how much money we lose. I'll take care of the mole."

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The bass boomed through the speakers making you aware of your own heartbeat. You were at one of the clubs that your family owned called Mordoe. Nodding to the bouncer stationed near the private rooms, you walked through the doorway, your silver satin dress reflected on the black marble floor. The short train swept the floor as you made your way upstairs to one of the private rooms where the meeting was to be held.

Bucky had summoned the inner circle for a quick meeting. You knew what it was really for though. He had been on edge the entire day, jaw clenched, fingers twitching at his side. It had been a bigger hit to his pride than you had expected. How could James Bucky Barnes not realize he trusted a fucking snitch. You almost smirked to yourself as you reached the meeting room.

Here's the start to a long bloody night.

The bodyguard outside the room opened the door, his face a blank canvas. Stepping into the room, your eyes darted around taking in the six figures present in the dimly lit room perfused with the smell of whisky and smoke.

Steve was the first one to meet your eyes, his head dropping into a small nod. "Hello, Rogers."

He gave a familiar smile. "Looking radiant as always, Y/N. How have you been?"

"Better I suppose. Ready for tonight?"

"Do I have another choice?"

The both of you looked towards where your husband was seated. He had his head bent and was talking to Sam, a cig dangling between his fingers. Almost like your gaze had alerted him, he lifted his head and looked right at you.

Handsome bastard.

There were days when his face took your breath away, made you stumble upon your thoughts and give you wild satisfaction that the man in front of you was yours.

His intense gaze pierced into yours for a few moments before looking away again. Tonight was going to be a blood bath fucking hell. Steve realized it as well and let out a deep sigh.

"Tonight..." the room dropped into pin drop silence as Buckys' voice cut through. He spoke and everyone listened, always. "Tonight...I want to introduce to everyone a new member."

You tried to keep the shock and confusion off of your face. This was out of the blue. He wouldn't just add someone to his inner circle, especially when he knew there was an active mole.

"Some of you may know him. He's decided to join hands with me for a...short period of time. He'll he here in a few minutes but I wanted to tell you all that no fucking violence tonight. Got it?"

The fuck is happening?

He went back to his whisky and cig. Confusion swirled through your mind but you kept the rush of thoughts at bay. Walking towards him, you sat down on the table facing him. Sam walked away, his face etched in confusion as well.

"James..." Bucky took a sip of his whisky as he looked at you, face giving nothing away.

"What are you upto?"

"Didn't you listen to a word I said earlier, doll?"

"Don't you think it's too dangerous to bring someone in? Especially someone we don't know?"

"Oh believe me..." a hint of mania lit up his eyes as he spoke. "You know him, alright."

Your heart thudded in your chest as your intuition kicked in. This was bad. He had figured something out. Not the entire plan but a piece of it at least. Did he already know that it was you? Was he trying to get you to confess?

"Have a seat. It's going to be an interesting night."

You dropped into the seat next to him, face impassive. Your mind was flitting through all the possible scenarios. One wrong move and you could end up dead. You might be his wife but that didn't excuse you from the consequences of being disloyal.

His hand came to rest on your thigh and you tried to stay relaxed. Anxiety was coursing through your veins, the clock ticking towards a certain doom.

"Everything alright?" he whispered in your ear, his voice sinister. Or was that a figment of your imagination?

Turning to look at him, eyes colliding, you gave him a small smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Lies.

His eyes danced with unrestrained humor as he kept his gaze on yours.

"Just making sure." he said dropping a kiss on your shoulder. It would have been intimate if it weren't for the smirk stuck on his face.

This fucking mother---

The door opened.

Your breath caught in your throat, heart thudding painfully against your chest. It's all gone to shit. Everything you'd planned and prepared. Everything you'd worked so hard for. Gone to shit.

Alexander Pierce entered the room a smug smile on his face as he looked around at the astounded faces in the room. It was quite comical really. Steve looked at everyone else to make sure that they were seeing the same thing.

But the most concerning issue of all was the way your husband was looking at you. You could feel his gaze drilling into the side of your face noting every minute reaction.

"What are you doing?" you ask him voice lowered.

"You look quite...flushed from this angle."

He stood up suddenly, his voice cutting through the shock encompassing the room.

"Alexander. Good to have you here."

Speak for yourself, dickhead.

"Mr.Barnes, never thought I'd see this day." They shook hands as everyone watched on with guarded expressions.

"Let me get straight to the point. I know all of you are used to seeing him work for the other side. However, tonight onwards, Alexander Pierce is our man. He has been reporting to me for the past few weeks and will continue to do so. Thanks to him, we've been able to capture the fool who attacked our warehouses. He's proven his loyalty to me and will be rewarded accordingly."

What.the.actual.fuck.

He had played you. He played you so well, you fell right into the trap that your loving husband had set.

No one spoke for a minute. You bet this never happened even in their wildest dreams.

Bucky went on. "Now onto another little problem. There's a snitch among us. One of you in this room has forgotten where your loyalty lies. It's quite unfortunate really but the consequences must be paid. Our new friend here." he says gesturing to Pierce. "will help us exterminate the pest. Saves me money and time. I really hoped it wasn't from the five of you but...here we are."

Your hand clenched into a fist. The bastard had openly declared that he didn't trust his own wife. Anxiety was replaced with anger. He was stripping you of your dignity as well.

"That will be all. Enjoy your evening." Alexander and him went off to a side to talk quietly as you remained stuck to your seat. Steve was the first to approach you.

"Did you know?" he asked still looking a bit dazed.

"How the fuck would I know? Do you think I would have let this happen?" you spoke through clenched teeth, eyes trained on your husband and his new pet.

"Just asking, sorry. Do you think he's losing his mind?"

Your head snapped towards Steve's eyes blazing. "These...circumstances might be new, Rogers but the next time you talk about my husband that way...Pierce will be the least of your problems."

His eyes flashed with alarm as he raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry..I'm still a little alarmed. We've been hunting him down for as long as i can remember. suddenly, he just appears? I'm just worried that he has a bigger plan that's playing out.

You pondered on his thoughts for a minute. It was true. Pierce had hard to catch unless he wanted to be. Where and how did this partnership with Bucky start?

"You're right...but Pierce is nothing compared to James. If anything, I'm worried about James not telling us something. There's something much much bigger happening and we're blind to it...for now."

Sam approached the both of you and leaned in to speak in a low tone. "Up until now, I thought I knew everything...I guess not."

You rubbed your temple as a headache started to set in. "I'll speak to him. See if I can get an idea of where his head is at right now."

Sam shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"What?" you asked, an underlying edge of annoyance tinging your voice.

"No offense to you ma'am but...he did make it sound like you.." he trailed off but enough was said.

A tinge of red blossomed on your cheeks. "Well...that is there I suppose. A couple of nights on the couch should set him right."

Steve stifled a snort. The array of emotions going around sent your head spinning. You had to sort this out and fast.

"Mrs.Barnes" a voice spoke from behind Steve and Sam. Alexander Pierce stepped into view, a knowing smirk on his face. "Pleasure meeting you...again."

Fuck.

TAGLIST:

@ordelixx @mrsnikstan @scott-loki-barnes @marvel-wifey-86 @tenderly-hopeful-collection

[concreteburialplot]

Cruel

Pairing: Nicholas x F!Reader

Masterlist: here | Crossposted: ao3 | Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: Cocky Asshole!Nick, stereotypical cliché rockstar behavior, toxic af, petnames, fingering, oral (f receiving), p n v, cream pie, canon big fat co-, dramatic and cliché, ~making love~, happy ending, lightly edited, [you deserve better than men like this!!!], 18+ MDNI

Summary: Your long time on-again/off-again love finds you the second his tour bus reaches home. Even with your walls up, he charms his way into apartment and back into your heart.

A/N; Not my best work but this wip has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, finally decided to let it see the light of day. Enjoy 💕 Also… this almost became a Jake Kiszka fic…

“You paint a picture of us, just to burn it. Fool, I’m a fool if the shoe fits.”

- Cool // Gracie Abrams

The minute the GPS was set to home, there was a buzz on your phone that had been absent for the past two months. You unlocked it mindlessly, thinking nothing of it, but the second you read it your heart sunk to your stomach.

❌DO NOT ANSWER❌:

Gonna be back in town around midnight.

See you then?

Absolutely not. Why would you do that to yourself again. Yet, against your better judgement, you answered.

No.

You sent back simply, with your heart pounding in your ears.

He replied almost immediately. The speed of it made your heart flutter but you had to remind yourself that he was probably just bored on a tour bus. That you were probably just the easiest option after having an endless pick of groupies on the road.

Oh, c’mon don’t be like that

We could have fun

The thought of having him again sent a wavering behind your ribs that you quickly tried to squash down. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth in thought. No, no, no – you repeated in your head like a mantra.

You: I don’t have fun with you.

Nick: It sure didn’t seem like that before I left

It was a half lie. While you did have fun together, he always came at a cost. He was never yours, not fully. Right before tour was always the worst.

While he was home everything felt different – domestic even at times, and each time you convinced yourself it’d be different, that that time would be the one to stick, that he would stay yours. But then weeks leading up to tour things would change, he’d grow distant, and fights would spawn out of nothing. In an instant, he wasn’t the man you were in love with. Love wasn’t a word you ever threw around in your label-less relationship, but it was felt, at least on your end. Regardless, sex was the one thing that always kept you two together – but it made you weak and pliable.

You: That’s not true and you know it

Nick: Just let me see you, we can talk about it

You mulled it over in your head. Your heart wanted nothing more than to see him again but that was exactly the reason you needed to resist. It was a war between your head and your heart and for once, your head was winning. You were sick of the rollercoaster of loving him, sick of getting your heart broken repeatedly. This tour was the biggest and longest they’d ever done, almost double their usual length, and the fallout with him before he left was the most damaging it’d ever been. The extra time apart allowed you to process the pain and assess the relationship. You’d been able to accept it for what it was and come to terms with the fact that you’d never have him the way you’ve always craved. While he was away, you grieved the crumbs of your situationship and chose yourself for once. Though, the pain that bloomed from that decision felt like a betrayal to your heart in the moment, but you knew it was for the better.

You know it’s for the better.

You: I don’t want to see you, Nicholas.

Nick: I wasn’t aware we were lying to each other now

Heat rose to your cheeks and your stomach churned in anger and pain as your brain flooded with infinite memories of him lying to you.

You: Oh, that’s fucking rich coming from you

Nick: Just let me see you

You: No. Why the fuck should I let you

Nick: I wanna talk Nick: I have something for you

You: I don’t want anything from you

Though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. Sometimes he’d bring you little nothings from his travels, but nothing notable or worthy of being a bargaining chip.

Nick: Just let me see you.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, his persistence was wearing you down. It’s a horrible thing to be lovesick for a man who gives you just enough slices of dopamine to make you forget why you were mad or cautious in the first place. It was toxic and thrilling all at once. It was nothing but lies – both from him and yourself. Your heart was beginning to feed you false truths like: he could just come over, you’d call him on his bullshit and let him leave without him getting to you.

You gave into him, like you always did.

You: Fine. But you leave when I tell you to. Nick: No problem. See you in an hour.

You mentally scolded yourself, but you couldn’t help but feel the flurry of butterflies running rampant in your stomach.

After a while, you checked the time and noted that about an hour and a half had passed. Fear and disappointment trickled down your spine at the idea that he might not even show up after you gave into him like a fool. It made you sick to your stomach even though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d done that.

About 10 minutes later you heard a knock at the door and adrenaline spiked in your bloodstream. You took a look in your full-length mirror and smoothed out your silhouette. While you fed yourself the lie that nothing was going to happen, your hands chose a flowy sundress that laid mid-thigh.

When you opened your door, you were met with Nick in comfy clothes, clearly fresh from off the tour bus. As indifferent as you should’ve been, you couldn’t help but take notice of how good he looked with his hair up in a messy bun. Still, just the sight of him felt like a dagger through your already bleeding heart. It was a torturous duplicity being so in love with him, yet so heartbroken from just looking at him. All the work you did to suppress and heal your wounds crashed back down to square one. The second he spoke you knew you’d made a horrible mistake.

“Hey.” He smiled and you could tell he suppressed a smirk.

“Hey.” You replied flatly. Your resiliency was already begging to falter. You hadn’t heard his voice in months, and it stirred something in you – something both vicious and compelling. You came to realize that this was a dangerous game you chose to play.

His eyes fluttered down your frame, soaking in the vision of you completely. “You look,” He paused, and you expected something vulgar, but he surprised you. “Fantastic.”

A peachy hue grew on the tops of your cheeks at the compliment, and you silently reprimanded yourself for letting him get to you already.

He stepped closer to you, brushing your hair just behind your bare shoulder to admire you fully. “All this for me?”

And just like that, the flutter in your stomach fell along with the edges of your lips. Your eyes begged to roll at the question, but you restrained it to just a scowl.  “What are you doing here, Nick?”

“To see you silly.” He said nonchalantly while his crystal eyes held something more you couldn’t place – it was like a glint of something deeper than he was letting on. “Now let me in, won’t you?”

You sighed and stepped aside to let him past you. “You said you wanted to talk?” You pressed against the door to close it behind you. When it clicked into place you rested flat against it with your arms crossed.

His head tilted around the small space to take it in, even though it wasn’t drastically different, any remanence of him was gone. Then, he met your eyes again to answer your question. “That’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?”

You groaned, unraveling your arms to ball your fists at your sides. “You’re so fucking infuriating.”

So much for keeping your cool.

He huffed out a maddening laugh. “All worked up, are we? Must’ve been really frustrated while I was gone.”

“Actually, it’s been real fucking peaceful.” Your arms crossed back over your chest. “What do you want, Nicholas?”

“I wanted to see you.” He said earnestly, this time with less smugness to it. “And to give you this.” His arm went behind himself and into his back pocket only to pull out a palm-sized stuffed black cat. He held the sitting stuffie in his hand on display.

Your heart sunk the second your eyes landed on the stuffed toy. Both anger and heartache bubbled into your stomach, into your veins and all across your skin. Your shoulder muscles stiffened reflexively. “Why the fuck would you bring me that?”

The truth was that the cat contained more than just stuffing – it represented a past floating idea of a shared black cat between you. Whenever you two were at your best, you discussed adopting one together. You’d keep it at your place since he’s so often away from home, but it would be shared nonetheless. It never happened of course, but there he was holding a physical placeholder for it.

“I saw it and thought of you.” He said infuriatingly nonchalant, though you couldn’t tell if the ignorance was genuine or not.

You crossed the threshold between you and snatched the stuffie from his hand. You squeezed it by its sides in front of his face, “This is cruel, and you know it.”

While you were fuming, there was still a small pathetic part of you that swooned at the fact that he remembered such a small thing.

He reached out to graze up your jaw to your chin. “Even when you’re pissed at me you’re beautiful.”

You smacked his hand away from you, not wanting anything to do with him or his dizzying games. “You are such a fucking prick, and you know it. You know what this little toy means to me, and it means nothing to you.” You nearly spat at him while you shoved a finger into his sternum.

He grasped your wrist, keeping it in place as he stepped forward. “Who said it doesn’t?”

The air between you seemed to dissipate, leaving your throat barren of oxygen. Yet, your self respect held strong against his convincing words. “You’re a liar. A cruel liar.”

He closed the gap between you further until his lips were hovering just above your own. “I’m not lying.” Your nose filled with his scent – peppery cologne, weed and beer. It wasn’t the most pleasant mixture of smells, but it was him and he was something you’d missed and longed for the past two months. His smell and his proximity had your chest swirling with love and desperation. You wanted – no – you needed him to be telling the truth this time. It had to be the truth.

“I’m not lying.” He replied softly with his eyes falling from your own to your lips then meeting your gaze once more. “Let me show you how honest I’m being.”

It wasn’t your smartest move, giving into him so effortlessly. He just made it so easy to believe anything that came out of his pretty mouth. It wouldn’t be the first time you fell for his tricks and unfortunately, something told you it wouldn’t be the last.

When your lips met, it was electric, sparking and hot. You weren’t sure if that was just what he’d always felt like or if it had just been months since he touched you last.

It didn’t take long before his fingers frantically tangled in your hair. You matched his energy, curling fists into the base of his bun. He stumbled you both back onto your couch with your lips glued to each other’s. The kiss was full of fire and pent-up tension.

You ended up with both knees on either side of his hips. Your lips landed on the spiderweb tattoo on his neck, immediately sucking at the ink. He let out a hiss at the intensity of your suction. Your hips swiveled over the bulge growing in his pants.

“Fuck.” He groaned and tugged at the hem of your dress, silently asking you to pull it off.

You detached from his neck briefly and yanked the sundress off your body tossing it on the floor. Before you could return to your spot on his neck, he grabbed your face to meet his lips again. It was messy with teeth clashing and hasty tongues fighting for dominance.

Your hands fumbled between your bodies to unzip his jeans to let him out. You wondered how he was even able to stay in his pants with his massive size when he was hard. You took him in one hand while the other stabilized you on his shoulder. He groaned into the kiss as you worked him in your hand.

His fingers curled tightly into your hair, “I need to fucking be inside you.” He all but growled.

You nodded quick and breathless, you needed just the same. You tugged away and spit multiple times onto his impressive size. It had been months since you’ve had him, there’s no way this wasn’t going to hurt.

You lifted on your knees, as much as you could, Nick helped by pushing your panties to the side and sliding his fingers up and down your folds.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” His fingers dipped inside you, just a fingertip deep to gather some of your juices and used it to better coat your entrance. He paused and his brows furrowed a bit. With how full you felt with just one finger you could only imagine what he was thinking. “You’re going to need more prep than this for me.”

You whined, but you knew he was right. It had been so long since you’d taken him, and your cunt needed time to refamiliarize itself with his size.

Your hand never halted on his length, and it was obvious on his twisted features and his mouth slightly parted. No matter how angry you were at him, it didn’t take away from how pretty he looked when he was drunk off of you.

He pumped his finger slowly in and out of you just to set a pace before adding another. A small gasp fell from your lips at the addition and stilled all of your movements.

“Just relax baby,” He soothed, and you softened in his hold. “That’s it, let me take care of you.”

It was a weighty thing to ask of you, but your mind turned to mush the second his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. Your eyes rolled back, and your chest gave way to him. “Fuck, Nick.” You muttered out pathetically.

“I missed you.”

-was the last thing you expected to hear from him in that moment, but you were so lost in euphoria that you couldn’t wrap your head around it. “Mmmhm.” You hummed as your eyes fluttered closed. “Missed you too, Nicky.”

You were absolute putty in his hands, he knew exactly how to work you into whatever he wanted. You were easily pliable to him, and in that moment, he was grateful for it. He placed a soft kiss to your collarbone, then another at the base of your neck. “Missed me how, angel? Tell me.” He whispered, his voice low and crackly.

Your jaw fell slack when he added a third finger but you were so worked up that it hadn’t been that difficult. It still burned but the pleasure he was supplying to your clit was overshadowing any pain.

“Use your words, princess. Let me hear how much you missed me.” He was practically begging you for any morsel you’d give him. He’d never admit it but he was desperate for you too. “Tell me baby, did you touch yourself thinking about me?”

Your head lulled to the side, cascading your hair over your shoulder. “Uh huh.” Was all you could muster.

“Mmm. Like this?” His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot that was rarely touched by you or anyone else.

You gasped at the feeling in tandem with his thumb on your clit. His fingers pulsed against the soft inner tissue in a rhythm that made your brain numb. It was a spot only he had ever really been able to reach, either with his fingers or his cock. He knew your body better than anyone else ever had and he was good at it.

A smirk played across his lips, evidently satisfied with your response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The warning of an orgasm burned in the pit of your tummy, filling it with tingling warmth. It must’ve been all over your face because he caught on quickly. “Oh, what���s wrong? Is my pretty girl going to cum already?” He spoke smoothly up your neck while his fingers increased their speed ever so slightly, just enough to tip you over the edge.

You abruptly grabbed hold of his shoulder, squeezing it with every bit of strength inside you as your orgasm washed over you. The euphoria began just below your navel then spread electricity across your skin. You felt it everywhere, down to your fingers and your toes.

He let out a satisfied chuckle against your throat, “That’s my girl.” He praised and held you as your body began to collapse against him. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

When you were finally spent is when he really came to life.

“Fuck I need to taste you.” He exhaled and as soon as you nodded, he snatched you, holding you with both hands securely below your ass. He was in a frenzy, like a shark that just smelled blood. “I want to taste all of you, every bit of mess you just made.”

He hastily carried you over to the bed across the room in your small apartment. He laid you gently, but impatiently, on the edge of the bed with his lips planted on yours.

You barely had time to miss his lips before his tongue latched onto your clit and his fingers returned to their place inside you. He brought you back down to just two fingers in order to give you a bit of reprieve.

Your mouth immediately created an ‘O’ shape with wide eyes at the skill of his tongue. “O-Oh.”

He ate you hungrily as if he hadn’t had pussy in weeks which historically, when he’s off on tours, was quite the opposite. He gave you no time to get caught up in your thoughts with the way his tongue slithered ‘S’ motions from your clit to your entrance, then taking his time at your throbbing bud. He lapped up every bit of your orgasm, not wanting to leave anything behind. The feeling bloomed a sparking heat from the pit of your core to the rest of your body and you silently cursed him for making you feel so good.

When you glanced down you noticed that while he was bent eating you, his hand had been on his cock – gliding up and down swiftly and in rhythm with his fingers and tongue. You thought that might’ve been the hottest thing you’d ever seen, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of the way he couldn’t not touch himself while eating you.

You let out a tiny moan at the sensation of his tongue against your swollen clit. But god did he feel good. It had to have been his extensive body count that made him good in bed and while you didn’t like thinking about it, you were surely grateful for it in the moment. His tongue expertly spun around your nub with various patterns. You couldn’t help but wiggle around at the stimulation to which he hooked his arms around your thighs and brought you to the edge of the bed. His knees met the wood floors, his tongue never once wavering. When he pulled your bud into his mouth with a suck you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

You shook your head, while he felt amazing, you needed more. “I need your cock, Nick, please.” You begged, pathetically.

His lips curled into a smirk against your core, placing a soft kiss at your clit. “Whatever you wish, princess.”

Your heart swelled and your tummy swirled at the name, it was your favorite, and he knew it. You were convinced it was the best sound in the world when it fell from his lips.

He pressed kisses up until your mid torso before pulling away. You whined at the loss of contact, but you knew it was only for something better. You squirmed at the attention and parted your legs even further, wanting more.

“Look at you, all laid out for me.” He cooed, with his eyes wandering across your body trying to choose his favorite part of you. His fingers trailed up your thighs, taking his time to savor your skin. “Okay, now baby, take a deep breath for me, will you?”

You did as he instructed but your breath hitched in your throat as he slid his fingers inside you once more, this time adding a third finger again. It burned a bit, being stretched out that much, but you knew it had to be done in order to take him fully.

“Good girl.” He hummed as he began pumping his fingers in a slow pace. After some time familiarizing you with the span of his fingers, he decided he wanted to take it further. “Actually, can I have you a different way?”

You nodded, too fucked out to deny him of anything.

His hands were rough when he flipped you over onto your stomach. His pointer and ring fingers slid up, spreading your lips open to let the tip of his cock sit at your entrance. He leaned down to just beside the shell of your ear.

“I wanna hear how bad you want it.”

You let out a near guttural groan at the statement. You were clenching around nothing just at his proximity.

“Oh c’mon, I can feel how bad she wants me.”

“Please, please I need your fucking cock.” You begged.

He smirked against your skin, “Good girl.” His hips moved forward, slowly pushing himself into you. You could feel yourself parting around him painfully, even with the prep you did. Your hips stiffened up not quite remembering how to take him. He took his time, carefully moving deeper inside you.

“Now tell me baby,” He hummed, dipping his fingers down between you. His fingertips slid around his girth to feel where you and he became one. You wondered if he could feel the burn that he was causing. “Has anyone else touched this pretty pussy while I’ve been gone?”

The question caught you off guard, quite literally the last thing you ever thought he’d ask you in this situation. Your eyes instinctively wanted to widen but you squeezed them shut instead. Heat bloomed on your cheeks, but you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Oh, c’mon now, be honest.” He teased in a patronizing tone.

You swallowed all the saliva left in your mouth and pressed your lips shut tight. You knew you couldn’t lie to him, especially not in such a vulnerable position. The truth was that you tried any and everything to get him out of your mind - which landed you some vices in your time apart. You and Nick weren’t anything of substance, nothing official. You were sure Nick had to know since it had come up previously and he never seemed phased by it – you knew about his tour hookups, how would this be any different. Regardless, you had no idea why he was even bringing it up and wished he wouldn’t.

He didn’t seem to like your silent pause and halted his movements. “If you don’t answer I’ll stop.” He threatened.

You groaned in frustration and threw your head down into the mattress. “Fine, fine,” You spat out in defeat. “Yes. One.”

“Hmm.” He stretched out the noise to emphasize his disbelief. “I think you’re a poor liar.” His fingers grazed over your clit briefly, just to remind you what you were missing. “Don’t lie to me baby, you won’t like the outcome.”

You sighed, feeling defeated and helpless beneath him. “Two.” It was the honest truth. One of them he knew about, a long-time casual friends with benefits. The other, was a drunken mistake from the bar on a particularly lonely night.

He sheathed himself fully inside you, “Yeah I can tell.” He said in a pointed tone, and it caused your brows to furrow, wondering what exactly he meant by that. “Oh, don’t worry I don’t mean it that way.” His fingers trailed down your side to hook into your hip, pulling you flush against him. “I can tell by the way you’re trying to adjust to me.” His voice was smooth and deep. “Like your body got too comfortable with something less than me.” His hips shifted back just to fall back into you, hitting you right in the spot that made your stomach twist. It was painful but delicious, reminding you exactly why you’d made this mistake with him so many times. “Or is that what you prefer now?”

You shook your head quickly, you didn’t want anything other than him, you never had. As rocky as your relationship had been, Nick was always the one who owned your heart. It never for one second had been held by anyone other than him in the past couple years. It was sad how loyal you were to him when it was obvious that he never felt the same – at least not in a committed way. “No.” You breathed out. “I want you, Nick.” You looked over your shoulder to meet his eyes and they were filled with something that felt almost like jealousy, but you’d never known Nicholas to be jealous. He’d always been very fluid about your connection – always very clear about the openness of your relationship.

“Say it again.” He demanded while his hands held your hips in place as he slammed back into you in one swift move. His tip landed straight into your cervix, causing a jolt of pain up your spine.

“I want you, Nick.” You repeated with a strained voice.

He finally began a slow rhythm in and out of you, almost like a reward for listening to him. He reached forward and grasped your chin to get you to look back at him again. “Again.”

Your brows knitted at his request – it seemed almost cruel for him to have you repeat the obvious. “I want you.” You whispered. Tears began to well up in your eyes and you couldn’t tell if it was from your emotions or from the burn of him stretching you out. He squeezed your cheeks at the sight of your tears, silently asking you again. “I want you.” You squeaked out, trying to keep the tightness in your chest at bay. “I want you, I want you, I want you.” You repeated over and over, now letting tears flow freely down your cheeks. It bloomed an ache in your chest that you never wanted to feel in the middle of sex.

Suddenly, you felt him pull from you completely but before you got a chance to question it, he flipped you over onto your back. You were only vacant of him for a millisecond before he slid back into place between your legs. He hovered over you, his unraveled hair gathered onto one side of his head, brushing against your shoulder. “I don’t want you to ever question that again.”

“I never did.” You admitted embarrassingly quick. “What’s this about?” You questioned, wondering why you were having this conversation while he was still inside you. Though, he was never one to choose an appropriate time to talk about things.

“I missed you.” He repeated his statement from earlier that you were too fucked out to process. His voice was raspy with lust, but genuine. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You blinked up at him and shook your head, not wanting to get caught up in his empty promises. “Can we just talk about this later?” Although, the moment had already been squandered for you.

“No.” He continued his slow and steady pace while his eyes were set on yours. “I mean it. I want this. I want us.”

Your eyes grew wide in disbelief. You’d never heard him sound so serious about anything, nonetheless about you. “You do?”

“I’ve been an idiot. All I wanted to do was come home to you.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “And the idea of someone else touching you makes me sick. I’m selfish. I want you all to myself. I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Nick.” You whispered with brows curved up in sincerity. Even with flings and vices your heart never beat for anyone else, you could never love another – no matter how stupid it made you look. You were stuck on him whether you liked it or not. You’d always been his even when he wasn’t yours, even when he wanted nothing to do with you.

His grey eyes shifted between your glossy eyes trying to read your honesty. He said nothing more before uniting your lips into the deepest kiss you’d ever felt. Love was a whisper lingering on your tongue, but you knew tonight wasn’t the night for that. Passion quickly spread from your heated kiss to the speed of his hips. His thrusts were fast and hard, though they weren’t fueled by a promise of an orgasm but rather by a need to show you exactly how he felt. Your entire body bounced against his rough repetitions, and it was overwhelming in the best way.

His head fell into your neck, his heavy breaths against your sensitive skin sent tingles across your body. “You’re taking me so well.” He muttered below your ear. His hand found your leg and ran his fingers beneath it, pulling it up from behind your knee and bending it towards you as far as it would allow. The new position spread you out even more and made sure you felt everything – the way the head of his cock embedded itself into your g-spot and the way your walls stretched around him. “Doesn’t that feel good baby, being so full?”

You let out a moan as your eyes rolled back. “Fuck yes.” It was the truth, no one ever filled you like he did.

“Uh-uh.” His hand grasped your cheeks. “Eyes on me.”

The sensations of everything were enough to fill your clit with buzzing need and you gasped when his thumb found it. Your eyes widened as he began rolling small circles into it in time with his quick pace.

“Oh-oh.” You stuttered out pathetically as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, threatening to snap already.

“Take your time baby, there’s no rush.” He soothed but it only accelerated your already impending orgasm. Your fingers curled into his arms harshly, surely hard enough to leave half-moon imprints into his skin. “Oh, I know, I know.” He comforted.

That’s all it took to unravel you. Tingly warmth spread across your body, making every inch of you feel blissful. It was enough to temporarily blind your vision as you got lost in the immense pleasure that was overtaking your entire being.

“That’s it angel, just like that. I want all of it.” He said softly below your ear, but it was clear with the shakiness of his own voice that he was close too.

His speed became rapid and erratic as he sensed you reaching the height of your peak. “Fuck.” He murmured into your neck as he slammed his hips into yours faster than you could process. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”   

All you did in response was cross your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. It didn’t take long for him to meet you in your climax. You felt his cock twitch and pulse inside of you followed by warmth pooling in the deepest part of you.

When the moment was over, Nick took his time, tenderly ensuring you were both clean and comfortable. Aftercare was something he never skipped, but tonight, he seemed especially patient and tender. Once he’d helped you into your favorite pajamas and made a warm cup of tea, he pulled you gently into his side.

“I’m sorry it took me so long.” he said, peering down at you with a sincerity that made your heart ache.

You gave him a small knowing nod, too spent to say more. Curled against his side, a quiet apprehension settled over you, memories of past mistakes lingered softly at the edges of your mind. He was the last person you should trust, but your heart couldn’t summon the strength to turn him away. So, you chose to believe in him once more, silently hoping this time would be different and that his words were true. As he held you tighter than ever, your choice felt right. Finally, he was yours, and you were his.

A/N; thank you so much for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts<3

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[strawberryblondebutch]

before the season starts, do you have predictions based on the current rosters/draftees? who do you think will be standout players? who might have the best season? etc etc

Making me flex my creds after a couple bourbons, I see you!

The Good: Boston is the team to beat this year. They didn't lose any of their stars this year (to retirement or free agency), they got my No. 1 pick of the draft in Hannah Bilka, and Frankel/Soderberg still make the best one-two goalie tandem in the league. The only question mark on the roster is if the new-look D corps can take some of the pressure off the goalie.

Montreal didn't tweak much of their roster, nor did they have to. ARD is aging out of her prime, but you've got a window there with her, MPP, and Stacey that you need to maximize. Hope that you can get a draft seed that doesn't rematch you against Boston and maximize what you can get from your role players. O'Neill was sneaky good last year and is only 26.

The Bad: Toronto is going to regress. You can bookmark this and come back to clown on me if they get the top seed again, but I don't see the pieces lining up for a second year in a row. Campbell isn't a strong enough goalie to stand on her head every game, and they were carried by an offense that will take a hit as Spooner works her way back from major surgery. I don't expect her to hit the wall as hard as, say, Tyler Seguin did after his season from hell a couple years ago, but you never want to be in a spot where your sparkplug is a step behind. (At the time of this post, Toronto also only has five goalies under contract, which... remember what I just said about Soupy standing on her head? Yeah.)

Ottawa has one big regression candidate as well, and that's Maschmeyer. Masch not only has the most mileage on her body from last season (not her fault, Abstreiter was working through injury) but she has a newborn at home, and I anticipate the Cole Hamels problem coming into play. Hamels, for those who didn't follow the Phillies in the late aughts, had a newborn at home right before the 2009 playoffs and suddenly forgot how to pitch, because he was sleeping maybe two hours a night. I think the Charge knew Masch was primed to take a step back, and that's why they swung for Gwyneth Philips in the draft. Philips was lights out in college - not sure how she'll adjust to senior-level play.

The Ugly: Let's talk about the elephant in the room that is Minnesota. A title hangover is real, and it's made worse by the behind-the-scenes drama. When I say that I expect Britta Curl to be a liability for the Frost, I'm not just talking about her Twitter personality. I had the misfortune of watching her on the Badgers for five years, and she may have decent counting stats, but I noticed a selfish, whiny player, which carried over her to her national team play. On D, you're expecting Clare Thompson to be a major contributor after an extended break from competitive play. The one good thing you can say about Minnesota is that Heise is finally healthy. You can't tell me that AC injury wasn't bugging her the back half of last season. I do think Taylor needs to add one step to her game, and it's physicality. A lot of that was being snakebitten by injury, but she has the frame of a power forward, and she needs to be throwing her weight around like Knight does.

And, last but unfortunately least... New York. For what it's worth, they will get a Fillier deal done now that they've indicated they're open to a shorter contract. I really like the Schroeder/Levy tandem. The coaching change will do them well. Now that I've given them their flowers, I need to be mean for a second. The Sirens do not have a player who can quarterback their offense. I love Alex Carpenter deeply, but she thrives as a second choice. She buries the greasy goals that snipers and true playmakers leave out for her. Abby Roque is the same way. That was my worry about taking Fillier 1OA - Princeton fucked her up. They took a dynamic, play-driving forward and made her a passive floater. Now she's on a team of people who hang around the zone, waiting for something to happen.

Players to Watch: I'm excited to see what Izzy Daniel can do with competent players around her. Her counting stats in her Patty Kaz year weren't great, but that'll happen when you're dragging along a husk of a team. Minnesota must have seen something in Hymlarova that I didn't. I've watched a lot of St. Cloud State hockey, and they're. Well. Not terribly great. Brooke McQuigge was sneaky good for Clarkson, perennial thorn in the rest of the NCAA's side. Elle Hartje has a good hockey IQ and 200-foot vision (though she doesn't solve New York's dynamo problem). Anna Wilgren adapted very well to Mark Johnson's system last year, which shows an adaptability that will come in handy in the pros.

[heian-era-housewife]

This fic is part of the Monster Mash collaborative event hosted by @nanamiscocksleeve ♡

Synopsis | Things get a little monstrous when you end up swapping bodies with the very curse you were sent to destroy.

Content | mdni 18+, f!reader x CurseMonster!Sukuna, slight dubcon, body swap, sex (piv), oral (f receiving), dp, biting, mention of blood, swearing, sukuna is ooc, you *literally* fuck yourself, it gets weird.

Word Count | 2.7 k

A/N | Idea credit to the ever-creative @noodle-is-unstable . Click HERE to see the SMAU that inspired this story and be sure to check out Noodle's other works!

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying!" The monster's voice rang out into the night.

Your lungs burned with each ragged breath as you drew in the cool evening air. You'd been sparring for what felt like hours. Aloft on a Tokyo highrise rooftop, you and the beast you'd been hunting for weeks had finally come to clash.

A wayward smile curled your lips. "Don't you worry, Sukuna. I'm just getting started."

"It seems he's looking for a vessel." Yaga had informed you when the monster curse first appeared.

"A vessel?"

"Someone he can posses. Someone with strength and powers to match, to maximize his abilities. That's why we're sending you." He counceled.

"Why me?" You asked, thinking of at least a dozen more qualified sorcerers. You weren't even special grade.

"Because you are the only one Ryomen Sukuna can't control."

It's true, your ability was unique. Rather than a cursed technique, you had what could only be described as "curse resistance". While you weren't the strongest fighter, cursed energy rolled off your back like droplets of water. And while not entirely immune, you could take a hit like no other. In the odd case of bodily posession, you were a stone fortress.

In the weeks since your dispatch, you'd spent your time tracking the four-armed monster. Learning his methods, his motives, the sound of his voice- and he was well aware. He left you red herrings, had you chasing down bootless errands, and generally toyed with you like his own personal plaything. But your game of cat-and-mouse was coming to a head and there was just one thing neither of you had counted on.

Fatal attraction.

Impervious to his flame, you walked toward him through the raging inferno like something out of an action thriller. The warmth of his curse lapping at your skin as you sauntered through. The air between you thick with heat and excitement.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed." A rare acknowledgement from the monster of all curses.

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased. "Almost a pity I have to kill you." A dreadful smile curled his lips as you dodged another glancing blow. He was fast and clever, spurred on by your fighting spirit and already privy to your curse resistance, or so you believed. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and with every volley of witty banter you were finding yourself feeling the same.

"Such an odd technique you have." He called over the roar of flame and the whiff of mislaid punches. While he realised early on the only real way to take you out would be with his own bare hands, the flames acted as a blind for his pursuit of an ambush, the close proximity of the rooftop forcing you both into a violent waltz. "There's just one thing I haven't been able to work out." He continued.

"What's that?" You panted.

"How is it you're generating these feelings of arousal?"

You stopped, stunned. Did he say "arousal?"

In your moment of distraction, he managed to land a kick, swiping your legs from beneath you and sending you tumbling to the ground. Your back hit the roof with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. And there was the face of the monster, mere inches from yours. His intricate markings stretching handsomely over his wry smile. His sharp teeth bared in a predatory sneer. Two of his hands had you pinned at the wrists, stretched back above your head. The other two bore down on your hips as he knelt above you, caging you in. You froze, certain your luck had run out. All four eyes peered down at you, the smallest glimmer of sadness in his crimson gaze, perhaps at the thought of his fun being over. But in his furrowed brow still lingered a questioning look.

"Speak." He said simply.

Surely he hadn't been serious?

"Answer me, brat!" He urged, warm breath fanning your face.

"I don't 'generate' arousal." You almost laughed. Such a ridiculous situation you were in, pinned beneath the monster you'd been sent to kill, the one you'd started falling for, as he unwittingly confessed his mutual attraction.

Slowly, he lowered his body onto yours, careful not to crush you under his towering weight. Bringing his lips to your ear, he purred his next question.

"Then how do you explain this?"

With a roll of his hips you felt it, the warmth of not one but two massive bulges pressing hungrily between your thighs. Even clothed you could feel them twitch upon contact. Your eyes widened.

"S-Sukuna!" You gasped.

"Surely it's you who's doing this." His graveled voice just barely above a whisper. "No mortal being has ever made me feel such a way." His words sent heat rushing straight to your core, and creeping wantonly up your neck. When you spoke, your voice was thick with need.

"Sukuna, I don't have a cursed technique... I have curse resis-"

"Shhh." He hushed, breathing deeply against your neck. "You will make a most worthy vessel."

"Sukuna!" You urged, squirming slightly under his hold. "Listen, would you let that go? Besides, I'm resistant to curse-"

"All I need is a bit of your blood." He cooed as if to a lover. Your head was spinning. So desperate for his touch, and yet you needed stop him. Who knew if your resistance would hold up to his sheer force of will. It was taking all that you had just to try and think clearly. But the two of you were growing ever more desperate. Your hips bucking up in sheer agony against the firmness of his cocks, still pressing into you.

He rutted against you, half whimpering half growling as he dragged his teeth deep against your pulse. The heat, the longing for his sex, and whatever energy he was using all began to overwhelm you. Darkness flooded the corners of your vision as droplets of warm blood beaded on your neck where his sharp canines were carving their mark. A distant voice yelled out in a sultry mix of pleasure and pain. Your voice.

The weight of his cocks and his name in your throat were the last things you felt before going under.

When you awoke moments later it was to the taste of metal on your tongue, the smell of something provocatively sweet, and an ache like you'd never felt between your legs. Your eyes rolled in their sockets as you forced them back open, your vision was doubled, unfocused. But as you went to rub your eyes, you nearly fell over, shocked to discover that you now had four. Staring down at your trembling hands you realized those, too, had doubled.

"What is this?" Came a voice that was hauntingly familiar. Glancing down, you looked upon the woman pinned beneath you, blood running cold as your were met with your own steely gaze. "What the hell is this?!" She spat, writhing under your hulking form.

"S-Sukuna?" You ventured, your words deep and graveled. Your own cold eyes glaring up at you, and a scent so alluring you thought you may just lose yourself.

"Brat?" There was a moment of pause. A deep seated silence while reality settled in.

"Well..." You said in a voice far different from your own.

"Fuck." Sukuna finished.

"I told you it wasn't going to work!" You moaned, following the curse as he paced along the rooftop. Your stride now twice that of his, you had to be careful not to trip over your own feet.

"I wasn't listening, I was too distracted by that technique of yours!"

"It's not a technique!" You snapped. "You're attracted to me! I can't help it if I turn you on! And, by the way, the feeling is mutual. Annoyingly so!" You said, gesturing to the obvious and very painful predicament between your legs. "How do you even walk like this?"

"Carefully." Said Sukuna with a smirk.

"Be serious!"

"As I told you I've never dealt with anything like this before. I've never experienced anything so trivial as 'attraction'." He turned to look at you. "And for what it's worth, your situation isn't much better." He leered, reaching a hand down to the growing stain between his thighs.

There was that smell again. Your own pheromones were betraying you. Even the great mouth on your stomach had started to pant in shameless desire. Flecks of drool dripped down your front.

What a mess this had become. If the other sorcerers could see you now, they'd have your head for sure. Your mission had gone belly-up, you'd almost become a vessel for the monster you'd been entrusted to extinguish, and here you were drooling and pining over the very creature you were meant to kill while trapped inside his body. At least, in some small, strange way, you weren't entirely alone.

When you looked up from your stomach's lolling tongue, you saw Sukuna, almost feeble-looking in your comparatively small frame, sitting quietly on the darkened rooftop. Human, monster. Suddenly the difference didn't seem so vast...

"Look," you began,"I'm going out on a limb here, but if I had to guess I'd imagine this will wear off after a little while. On the rare occasion I have been affected by cursed energy, it always wears off within a few hours."

"And what do you propose we do until then? You don't expect us to just sit here?"

No, you didn't. Not that either of you had much choice in the matter. You weren't about to fight your own body, nor were you inclined to return to the streets as a four-armed beast with a bounty on your head. Bringing a hand to your neck you called back the feeling of Sukuna's lips against your skin, his sultry voice within your ear.

You couldn't believe what you were about to say.

"Th-there is one thing...we could do."

The air was cold against your skin, but Sukuna was colder, trembling, naked, on the rooftop after you'd helped him remove your clothes. Yours had been easy. A pair of loose-fitting pants was all that kept your dual lengths from springing back against your stomach. The great mouth sputtered.

"Woah..." You marveled- a moment of genuine fascination amidst the bizarre scene. Each shaft was long and heavily veined, one laying atop the other in equal length and proportion. They bounced under their own impressive weight, and each bore a handsome black ring toward its base.

"You done staring?" He asked, arms wrapped around himself as he shivered where he stood.

"Sorry." You chirped. Before he could protest, you scooped him effortlessly in your arms, laying him down atop the pile of discarded clothes, shielding him under your warmth. Slowly, just as he had done before, you lowered your hips, rutting them against his own, the lower of your two cocks gliding over the slick between his thighs.

In one large hand, you gathered his wrists, holding them once again above his head. In the others, you worshipped his body- your body - in exactly the way you knew how. Two large thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, while a thick and calloused finger found your clit with pinpoint precision pulling gasps and moans from a quickly fraying Sukuna. In spite of his efforts, each little sound sent a rush of heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and that gave you an idea.

You laughed something a bit maniacle before spreading his legs and lowering yourself just enough to lay your head down on his breasts.

It was hard to control, the strange anatomy seemed to have somewhat of a mind of its own. You grunted in concentration.

"What the hell are you doing, brat?" Sukuna craned his neck to look at you. You were focused- determined. And then...

"Ohh fuuuuck!" Sukuna said for the second time that night, only this time it was downright sinful. His moans were sweet music to your ears, your cocks twitching in tandem against Sukuna's silky thigh.

With a great deal of effort, you commanded the mouth on your stomach, using its tongue to lap at those sopping folds. Once it had a taste, the rest came naturally. The great maw working itself eagerly between Sukuna's thighs, nipping and sucking as if that were its very purpose. You nuzzled into those pillowy breasts, strong hands pawing at them with surprising tenderness. Sukuna was all but gone, twisting and writhing against the steady rythm of the massive tongue, now fucking up into him as it dipped in and out of his entrance, the taste so sweet your cocks were weeping at the sensation.

Before you knew it, you were flipping him onto his knees, two hands digging bruises into his hips, the others holding him tight against your chest. In truth, you weren't certain your body could handle a cock this size, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. Leaning into his ear, you offered him a hand, your words sending a ripple of chills over his skin. "You just bite down if you need to." You said in a lustful growl before sliding your thick fingers past his lips and over his tongue.

With a careful thrust, you slid your upper cock into his squelching cunt, white stars behind your eyes as you experienced, for the first time, the delicious grip of those velvety walls. You were hooked in an instant.

Desperate cries for "more! More! MORE!" spilled out around your fingers as Sukuna arched his back, keening with every thrust. He rutted back into your frenzied sex like a dog in heat, drooling cunt raining tears of pleasure on the rooftop below. He was milking you so well you nearly missed his desperate plea.

"B-both." He choked around your fingers.

"What?" You asked breathlessly, removing your hand from his mouth.

"BOTH!" He demanded, voice cracking in his need.

Obediently, you reeled your hips back, aligning yourself with each hole, but before you could plunge yourself deeply back inside, Sukuna reached a hand back, adjusting your cocks so they were both lined up with the same hole. Your chest grew tighter.

"Y-you sure?"

A stoic nod was his only reply, knuckles tightening over clenched fists before rutting back into you.

You were in heaven. Ragged groans being ripped from your chest as you railed your hips into your own throbbing pussy. Both cocks pressed together in painful ecstacy as you chased your unholy high. Fat tears rolled down Sukuna's cheeks and you did your best to wipe them away to the tune of his pleasured cries. Your own lashes were wet with sweat that poured from your wild pink hair.

Everything about this was wrong, and yet nothing had ever felt so right.

With a strangled cry, Sukuna's walls closed in on you in the same, unrelenting nature with which he fought- powerful and overwhelming. With the same biting rapture that pulled air from your lungs and stars from your eyes. Forget being a vessel. He came with such conviction you would've given him your soul, had he asked.

"Fuck!" He cried out, and with that you were a goner. His voice sending you spilling your cum in velvety ropes. Both cocks pulsing their load in violent waves that wrought your body and rattled your brain. Your vision swam as you pumped your body full of Sukuna's thick seed. And as you bit into the flesh of the tender nape before you, the world became an inky shade of black.

"Brat."

You blinked your eyes against the darkness.

"Hey! Brat!"

The monster's voice floated to you from the depths of your hazy mind. Slowly you turned to him. His naked form towering over you on shakey hands and knees, his panting breath fanning you in its musky warmth. Chest still heaving in the wake of his orgasm.

"You're stronger than I imagined." He praised. "I'm impressed."

"And you're not nearly as hideous as they claim." You teased once again. "Almost a pity I have to kill you."

"All this, and you still wish to kill me?" He gave you a dubious look.

"Come now, you mustn't stop trying." Your voice rang out into the night.

A wayward smile curled his lips. "Don't you worry, brat. I'm just getting started."

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