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motorsportbarbie13 · 2 days ago

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Aftermath - Chapter 8

When Lando leaves you heartbroken after you get tired of trying to make something out of nothing for far too long, Max steps in to help you pick up the pieces.

warnings: lando makes an appearance in this one. abusive language used, including sexist name calling. pairing: max verstappen x leclercsister!reader word count: 3.9k words a note: here it is babies!!! the last one in this series. i know it's been different from what i usually write, but this has been so much fun. extra special thank you to @lestapiastrisgirl as usual for beta reading and holding my hand at 2am when i wake up struck by an idea hahaha <3

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missleclerc surprise! some new pieces are debuting at @/nessasgallery TONIGHT. I'll be there to discuss this new direction my art is going in along with what (and who) inspired me to try such a drastic new approach to painting. I hope you'll drop by and take a look, it would be lovely to see you! maxverstappen1 does this make me your muse??? >>>charlesleclerc hey! my car is up there right next to you! that means I'm a muse too! >>>missleclerc you two are ridiculous >>>user0298 uhhhhhhhh... user1029 ferrari and red bull without a mclaren in sight. iiiiiiinteresting >>>user1100 i think this is all the breakup confirmation we need user455 oh shes in LOVE LOVE with max >>>user444 oh this is so messy. i love it. give me 12 more seasons right now.

“If we don’t leave in the next ten minutes, we’re going to be late for your own event, pretty girl.” Max tuts at you from the doorway of your bedroom but there’s no bite behind his words.

You glance up at him from your vanity where you’re sitting doing the last bits of your makeup. He looks heartbreakingly handsome in crisp white button-down underneath a tailored navy blue sport coat and matching slacks. His hair is combed neatly to the side, gelled into submission in a way that makes you want to rake your fingers through it just to muss it up.

“I’m nearly ready, mister bossy pants.” You shoot back before switching off the light on the vanity and standing up.

Max rolls his eyes but takes advantage of you walking towards him, smile on your face, and blatantly ogles you. The way the navy blue lacy dress hugs every dip and curve of your frame has Max checking his watch, wondering just how late you two could be without raising suspicion.

“Don’t get any ideas.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around Max’s waist before pitching up onto your toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You were just scolding me that we can’t be late and then you come in here looking at me like that.”

“It’s not my fault you look like a goddamn masterpiece in that dress.” He murmurs against your neck as he drags hot, open mouthed kisses down towards your collar bone.

The way Max talks to you now, the reverent way he looks at you like you’re a piece of art in the most normal of situations, the way he always has to be touching you even with just the tips of his fingers, it’s everything you’ve ever craved from a relationship and everything you thought you didn’t deserve.

Two weeks have passed since that night in your studio and while Max had to be gone for half of it for a race, one that you had solidly refused to attend until the dust between you and Lando settles a little more, it’s almost as if you two have been together for years now. The way you’ve slotted yourself into his life and Max into yours is so settling, so calming that you’ve caught yourself waiting for the other shoe to drop. You’ve caught yourself waiting for him to behave like Lando, to push you away or do something that proves that Lando was right all along.

Max knows you’ve been waiting for it so he’s made an extra effort to prove to you that it’s never going to happen. He knows you’re still healing, still recovering from what the British driver did to you so he hasn’t pushed. He hasn’t pushed to label whatever it is you two are to each other. It doesn’t matter to either of you because if you’re both in Monaco, you’re together. Max comes down to your apartment to watch while you cook dinner or you go up to his to cuddle on the couch and spend the night. It’s been a blissfully quiet time but you can both feel that private time coming to an end.

The comments on your post from earlier had been mostly positive but it was pretty apparent fans had put two and two together. People knew you and Max were…something. They had figured out that a breakup had taken place even if nothing had officially been announced. You knew that once you arrived to the gallery tonight, hand in hand with Max, that was all it was going to take to confirm to the public that you and Lando were over and you had moved on.

The thought of what Lando might do after he sees the coverage of tonight, and you know there will be coverage, has anxiety sitting heavy on your shoulders. Max clocks it instantly, shaking his head. He reads you so easily now, he always has but since that night in your studio, he’s been even more in tune with you and your moods.

“Don’t go there. It’s going to be fine. Everyone who loves you, who matters, is going to be there and we won’t let anything or anyone ruin tonight, okay?”

You nod, attempting to tamp down the anxiety that blooms hotly in your chest. You hated how much control Lando still had over you sometimes but you were getting better, bit by bit. “Thank you.” You whisper, nuzzling into the crook of Max’s neck while inhaling the scent of his cologne.

“I have something for you.” Max murmurs into your hair in an obvious attempt to distract you.

You pull back, eyes sparkling up at him. “You do?”

Distraction successful.

Max reaches into the back pocket of his slacks and pulls out a rectangular velvet box. You blink up at him in confusion. “Max…”

“It’s just something small to show you how proud I am of you, how wildly in love I am with you.” He says, the words skittering up your spine before settling deep in the pit of your stomach. You’ve never been loved in the way Max loves you and it’s always seemingly knocking you off your center. “Go on, open it.” He whispers, watching as you turn the velvet box over in your hands.

The hinges on the box whisper open and you’re momentarily speechless when you see what is nestled in the black satin. A diamond tennis necklace winks up at you with dozens of brilliant cut diamonds set in what looks to be platinum, stealing the very breath from your lungs. The stone that sits nestled in the center though is what renders you completely speechless. A large emerald cut brilliant blue sapphire stone sits in the middle of the necklace, the color a perfect match to the navy blue of Max’s Formula 1 car.

“Max.” You whisper, unable to find any other words beyond his name.

“Do you like it?” He asks, eyes searching yours earnestly, looking for approval in your face.

“It’s…” The words to describe the beauty of the piece sitting heavy in your hands escapes you. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, a small, involuntary gasp escaping your lips. The diamonds, so bright they seem to shimmer with the captured light, blur and swim together as tears prick at your eyes. “Max,” You manage again, your voice thick with emotion that you struggle to get a handle on. “It’s breathtaking.”

He reaches for the necklace, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a surge of pleasure down your spine. His touch, simple as it is, is familiar but charged with a new intensity. He lifts the delicate chain, the cool metal a stark contrast against the warmth of his skin, and fastens it around your neck after you spin for him while lifting your hair out of the way. The weight of the piece settles against your skin, a physical reminder of his affection, his love for you. Love. The word echoes int he quiet space of your mind, a sound so heavy but exhilarating that it has fresh tears threatening to spill over.

“Turn around.” He murmurs, voice husky. Max takes a step back, eyes raking over you, a slow appreciative burn in their blue depths.

You obey, your movements a little stiff and unsure. As you turn, the sapphire catches the light, flashing a vibrant, rich blue against the pale glow of your skin. You spot your reflection in the mirror across the room just as you turn back to face Max and your breath catches again. The necklace transforms your outfit into something extraordinary. It’s not just beautiful, it’s…meaningful. It’s a symbol of his belief in you, his pride in being with you, his acceptance of you, flaws and all.

It’s a promise, whispered against your skin.

“It’s too much.” You whisper, the words barely audible. The sheer extravagance of the gift, the depth of the emotion behind it, is almost too overwhelming.

Max steps closer, his hands slipping around your waist as he pulls you against his body. “It’s not too much.” He says, his voice gentle but firm. “You deserve the world, everything beautiful and bright and good. And this?” He gestures to the necklace clasped around your neck, the sapphire resting in the hollow of your throat, “This is just a small token of my love.”

“Thank you.” You whisper, the words wholly inadequate and insufficient to describe the way your stomach is swirling with emotion but it’s all you can manage in the face of such overwhelming emotion. You reach up, your fingers tracing the cool surface of the center stone. It feels like a piece of him, a tangible representation of the connection you both share. And in that moment, surrounded by the quiet him of unspoken emotion, you know that whatever happens tonight, whatever Lando might do to ruin the night or in the future, you’re not alone. You have Max. And that, you realize, is more precious than any piece of jewelry that Max could ever give you.

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f1.gossip.news in a move that shocked...absolutely no one, charles leclerc's little sister stepped out hand in hand with new flame max verstappen tonight. while her and lando never officially announced their split, we've all seen the writing on the wall. her insta post announcing her new artwork debuting tonight featuring the red bull driver was all the confirmation we needed that her and the mclaren driver are dunzoooo. what do we think, chat??? user7575 she is GLOWING! good for her. >>>user0209 seriously, i haven't seen her or max look this happy in ages. user3221 i can hear the dishes breaking in lando's apartment from here in london >>>user0202 seriously. imagine losing the championship last year AND THEN YOUR GIRL to max verstappen. WHEEEEW BOY. user1992 this is so messy. i love it.

The light from the gallery spills out onto the sidewalk, casting a golden glow out into the street that guides you and Max towards it’s doors. It doesn’t escape your notice that the last time you walked down this sidewalk at night towards Nessa’s gallery for a show of yours, you were alone and desperately sad.

Tonight though? Tonight is completely different. Your arm is tucked securely in Max’s elbow as he walks with towards the gallery with you after dropping the car off with the valet. The necklace he’d given you that night sits securely around your throat, an outwardly sign of the budding relationship between you two. As you approach the gallery, you see your brothers waiting for you but this time, all of their significant others are also waiting for you as well.

Charles is the first one to intercept you, catching you up in a tight hug before whispering how lovely you look tonight in your ear. You’re passed first to Arthur and finally to Lorenzo, who makes a joke about the rock around your neck. Through it all, Max sits back quietly, watching you glow under the attention of your brothers. Jade, Alexandra, and Charlotte all make a fuss over your outfit and paw at the necklace, swooning over how it practically sparkles under the gallery lights.

When you finally make it into the gallery, there are dozens of people already there. Nessa sees you walk through the door first and pounces on you instantly.

“My darling!” She coos, wrapping you up in her arms and squeezing you tightly. “You are shimmering with happiness.” She comments, eyes darting to where Max stands behind you, hands tucked neatly into his pockets as he talks with Charles and Arthur. “And I suppose we have that man to thank for that.”

“Partly.” You agree, but you know it’s more than that. You feel as though you’ve been given a second chance tonight. You were so close to losing everything, to succumbing to everything that Lando had put you through over the last three years that this first night out feels like your first taste of what life should feel like. You knew you had Max to thank for a lot of that, but it also wasn’t lost on you how much you had also fought to be there for yourself. “I’ve done a lot of work on myself the last few months too.”

Nessa nods, running a protective hand up and down your bare arms. “I know, your art has changed! It feels lighter but also there’s so much more depth to it. I’ve had several inquiries about the one of your man after Brazil.” She says, eyes alright with dollar signs.

“Unfortunately, that one is already sold.” Max cuts in, slipping his arm around your waist before handing you a glass of red wine.

You startle, not realizing that you had already sold a piece so early on in the night. “It is?”

Max nods, taking a sip of his drink. “I came in yesterday afternoon while you were taking a nap and bought it.”

Your head snaps to Nessa, looking for confirmation. “Paid twice my asking price.” She murmurs, smirk playing at her ruby red lips. Traditionally, she never sold a piece before it was debuted but Max had been persuasive and insisted on locking down the piece without you knowing before hand.

“Max!” You hiss, bumping a shoulder into his. “I would have just given it to you if you’d asked! I was planning on doing that anyway!”

Max shrugs, small smile on his face. “I wanted to make sure no one beat me to it. And of course I paid for it! Allow my girl to give her work away for free? Just because I’m the muse doesn’t mean I get special treatment.”

You’re fairly certain you blush deeper a deep red than the scarlet of your brother’s Ferrari at the praise Max heaps on you. Nessa hides a knowing grin behind her own wine glass before excusing herself to go talk to a client that had just walked in.

Max and you are left alone in the center of the room and for a moment, the silence that settles over you two is a comforting blanket. It’s not hurried or anxious, the energy between you tonight. It’s a calm, steady thrum of energy that passes easily from Max to you without having to do much more than exchange a glance or quick brush of fingertip against bare skin. You watch your family swirl around the room, each gently checking in on you in their own time as they mingle and you feel yourself relax into the vibe of the evening.

You’re two glasses in and having a hushed conversation with Jade as Max stands beside you, backs to the door, when a sudden tension snaps through the gallery. On the opposite side of the room, the door at the front of the gallery snaps just a touch too loudly, pulling your attention in that direction.

The figure that stands just inside the gallery sends your stomach dropping through your toes.

“Shit.” Beside you, Max’s hand finds yours and he instinctively shifts to put himself between the rest of the gallery and yourself.

You knew this was going to happen. You had felt it in your bones tonight as you had gotten ready. You knew that Lando would never let you have this. Knew deep down that he’d never let you fully get away from him without having the last word. If there was one thing that Lando couldn’t stand, it was being made a fool of. And you knew that showing up here tonight on Max’s arm, wearing Max’s jewels would set him off.

You deserved what was coming.

You try frantically to step around Max, feeling the need to absorb the fire you knew Lando was going to spew everywhere. But Max won’t allow it. Without a single glance in your direction, Max shifts his weight once again and you find yourself even further away from Lando now. Somewhere to your left, you sense Charles and Arthur step in front of you two and you’re certain Lorenzo is around somewhere.

“Typical LeClerc behavior. Hiding behind others who are more powerful than you in order to save face. Learned from the best, didn’t you baby?” The venom in Lando’s voice sinks it’s claws into your bloodstream, threatening to drag you under.

Around you, conversations cease instantly, all attention on the scene happening in the corner of the room.

You weren’t going to let Lando win this though. You were done giving him the power to control you, done dodging the confrontation in an attempt to quietly end things between you. He just wasn’t getting the hint and if he was going to behave like this, then fine. You were fed up.

Pushing through Max and Charles, you stand in front of your ex-boyfriend, head held high. “Lando, this is neither the time nor the place to do this.” Your voice is deceptively calm, not giving away a bit of the fear that trembles just below the surface.

Lando sneers, rolling his eyes and then his gaze snags on the necklace at your throat. The navy blue stone catches the light, winking over at him with an antagonizing shimmer. He takes half a step closer and you feel Max shift again, but this time he comes to stand beside you instead of in front of you.

“Wearing his collar already, huh?” He bites out. A chorus of gasps ripple through the gallery but you just tip your chin up higher, used to his attempts at humiliation. Lando’s gaze shifts to Max beside you and a cruel smile curls at the corner of his mouth. “Tell me, Verstappen. Does she still make that little cooing noise right before she comes? It was always the sweetest little sound, you know the one I’m talking about, right?”

Humiliation burns through you, hot and bright as Max reaches for your hand, giving it a squeeze. Another ripple of disbelief peppers through the crowd but Max barely blinks. “You know, I’ve never heard her make that particular sound.” He pauses and Lando’s face lights up in a brilliant smile, as if he’s won. “Usually, she’s too busy screaming my name when I make her come though so she’s never been one to make quiet little sounds with me.”

Silence.

“I always knew you were a cheating whore.”

A sickening crack rings out in the otherwise silent room as your brother’s fist connects squarely with Lando’s jaw.

“Charles!” You gasp, hand flying to your throat as you watch Lando stagger back.

Charles shakes out his hand, received to be able to move all of his fingers. He can’t imagine that call to Maranello going well if he’d had to phone about a broken hand.

“Keep my sister’s name out of your filthy fucking mouth, you piece of trash.” Charles spits, voice a mask of sheer deathly calm.

Max steps forward, a silent demand for order radiating from the way he stands. “Enough.” His voice is unwaveringly calm as he watches Lando struggle to his feet, clutching at his left eye where a deep blue bruise is already blooming. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the police. I don’t think Zak would be to happy to hear about tonight’s shenanigans or enjoy having to read the media coverage after his star driver gets arrested for harassment.” Max takes half a step towards Lando and you enjoy the way the Brit scrambles away. “If you so much as sneeze in her direction ever again, I will make it my life’s mission to see your entire life ruined, Norris.” Max is practically nose to nose with Lando now, his glare cutting down your ex-boyfriend so he appears about two inches tall. “Are. We. Clear?”

****

Later that night, Max startles awake, unsurprised to find himself alone in your bed. He knew you were restless tonight. It had taken him nearly twice as long as it usually did for him to pull your body to release underneath him. And after, when you had tumbled head first into sleep, naked beside him, you weren’t settled like you usually were when you slept beside him.

So no, he wasn’t surprised to find you gone and the bed long cold beside him.

Pulling on a pair of boxers, Max wanders into your spare bedroom that’s morphed into somewhat of a second studio space. He finds you exactly where he expects you: facing away from him sitting in front of a half finished canvas. You’re bathed in a brilliant blue moonlight, wearing nothing but his white dress shirt from earlier and his necklace you still haven’t removed.

“Come back to bed, my love.” He murmurs into the crook of your neck as you drop your head onto his, sinking into the warmth of his embrace.

A soft sound of agreement hums in the back of your throat as you place the brush on the table beside you. Max is a touch surprised with how pliant you are, instantly following his suggestion without much fight but he also knows today took a lot out of you and the thing you sometimes craved was the ability to shut it all off.

“I wasn’t getting much work done anyway.” You murmur, standing and leaning into his embrace even more. The room is chilly anyway and you find yourself needing Max’s touch more than anything else in that moment.

You allow Max to tug you out the door towards your bedroom, knowing that he’s able to read you perfectly. He doesn’t rush you though. He lets you linger for a moment in the doorway, your gaze snagging lightly on the painting behind you. It’s a gorgeous landscape that you’re known for, something you haven’t been able to paint in what feels like a lifetime. The moonlight paints silver streaks across the floor, illuminating the painting that you had spent the last hour just starting at. It’s a peaceful scene, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had filled your day. A small, contented sigh escapes your lips and Max squeezes your hand just enough to pull your attention back to him.

Once back in the bedroom, the chill of the room sends a shiver down your spine. Max, ever attentive, pulls back the covers, gesturing for you to climb in first. He watches as you curl up on your side, tucking your knees up in towards your chest. The white shirt slips off your body, revealing the delicate curve of your spine. He slides in beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. Max reaches out, his hand finding the curve of your hip and gently pulls you closer until your back is flush against his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist, fingers splaying across your stomach.

You melt into his touch, the warmth of his body radiating through you. His breath is warm against the back of your neck and the steady rhythm of his heart is a soothing lullaby you’ve come to depend on at night. The events of earlier linger in the back of your mind, but here, in Max’s arms they start to feel a little more distant, muffled almost. He kisses the nape of your neck softly, a quiet reminder of his constant presence in your life now, how he’ll never allow you to be alone of face anything by yourself anymore.

“Better?” He whispers, voice low and rumbling against your bare skin.

“Mm-hmm” You hum, snuggling deeper into his embrace. You reach down and take his hand that sits on your belly, intertwining your fingers with his. The simple act of holding his hand grounds you, reminding you that you’re not alone anymore. You turn slightly in his arms, just enough to look up at him. His eyes, even in the dim light of the bedroom, are filled with tenderness and understanding.

“Thank you.” You whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

Max smiles, a soft, reassuring smile that makes your heart ache in the best way. “For what, liefje?” His Dutch accent is thick now, as it gets when he’s tired and emotional.

“For everything.” You say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “For being here. For understanding. For taking care of me.”

He pulls you closer, his hold tighenying slightly. “Always.” He murmurs against your lips. “Always and forever, my love.”

And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in the warmth of his arms, you know that no matter what happens next, you and Max will face it together. This, right here, in his arms, is your happy ending that you’ve been chasing after your entire life.

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LITTLE NERDY VALENTINE

A/N: one day late, but here's a bit of valentine's day cuteness with fratry bc i've been thinking a lot about him lately

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

SUMMARY: Harry wants to celebrate Valentine's Day, but you're not a fan of his plans of going out and you have your reasons for that, but talking about them is not easy, so it causes some frustration.

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“So, what do you want to do on Friday?”

Harry is lying on your bed with a textbook lying open over his chest, but he hasn’t read a single word of it in the last hour, he’s been too busy playing on his phone while you were sitting at your desk, working on a paper that’s due next week. He came over to study, but you both knew you’d be doing all the studying, you actually have no idea how Harry has good grades.

“Friday? What’s on Friday?” you hum, still typing away on your computer, pretending to be oblivious.

“You know…” He draws out the words, sitting up so his back is against the wall. He puts the textbook aside, closing it, done pretending he is actually reading any of it.

“Hm?” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen, but you can feel Harry’s burning eyes on your back.

“Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day,” he chuckles, giving up the game. “We are having a Cupid’s Party at the frat house, but if you want to go out, maybe have dinner or something I’m down.”

“Uh, I don’t know…”

“Or we can go to the movies, I’m willing to watch that new romcom with you, if you want.”

“Harry…” Sighing you give up and finally turn with your chair to look at him, but you wish you didn’t because he is giving you those puppy eyes he knows you can’t resist and he is hugging your pink fluffy pillow like a little kid.

“Y/N?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out.”

You catch the tiny wince that twitches his lips, but he recovers quickly. You were really hoping you could avoid this conversation today, though part of you knew it would come up, since it’s Wednesday, only 2 days until Valentine’s Day.

His eyes jump down at the pillow as he starts fumbling with it, like a hurt kid who just got told no.

“Harry…”

“Are we ever gonna leave this room and act like a real couple?”

“Don’t start this again, please…”

“I just understand, Y/N,” he groans as he looks up at you again. “We’ve been together for over two months and I haven’t even held your hand in public.”

“That’s not true, you held my hand when–”

“When we were hiking in the middle of the woods so no one could see us. Yeah, you’re right,” he scoffs.

“We’ve talked about this,” you say, looking down at your lap as the guilt bubbles in your gut.

“Actually, we haven’t. You just keep telling me you need more time, but never really explain why or what bothers you. I’m trying to be patient, but I really want to take our relationship out of this tiny dorm room.” He gestures around your room where you spend the majority of your time together with him.

Chewing on your bottom lip you just keep picking on your chipped nail polish, not looking at him, but then he climbs to the edge of the bed so he is sitting right in front of you. He lifts your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m more than happy to wait for you, but I need to know a bit more.” He places a hand to your thigh, reassuringly rubbing it as he waits for you to say something.

“I’m just… I don’t know, I like that it’s just the two of us.”

“Bullshit. It would still be just us.”

Ugh, you hate how well he knows you, you can’t lie to him, but you’re not willing to tell him the truth either.

“Can we just not talk about this right now? I really need to finish this pa–”

“Y/N, stop avoiding this, please. You know you can tell me anything.”

He is looking at you, waiting and expecting, but you just can’t give him what he wants. His gaze keeps flickering between your eyes, hoping you’d finally open up, but you keep your mouth shut. And then he loses his patience.

“Alright then,” he whispers, jumping up to gather his things, showing everything into his backpack.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him tug the zipper angrily before swinging the bag over one shoulder.

“I can’t do this, Y/N. I don’t want to hide and not even know why. You wouldn’t tell me what bothers you, so I have to draw my own conclusions and want to know what all of this seems like to me? Like you don’t want to be seen with me, like you’re ashamed of being with me.”

“Harry, that’s not true,” you protest, standing from your chair.

“Then what is it?”

You open your mouth, but your voice dies in your throat. Unfortunately, Harry takes that as your answer.

“Okay. Call me when you’re willing to talk.”

And with that, he is out of the room.

A couples’ party might not have been the best place to be today for Harry, but the thought of easing his mind with a few rounds of beerpong was good enough to make him leave his room and join the party.

Cupid’s Party usually has two groups of people: the happy couples, attached by the hip, eating each other’s face off and the single people getting wasted, hoping to at least hook up with someone. Currently Harry doesn’t feel like he belongs to any of these groups.

He assesses the living room over the rim of his red solo cup and tries his best to ignore the pain in his chest at the sight of all the happy couples in matching outfits, celebrating their love. In the beginning of the week he was still hoping he and you might be one of them, but things didn’t turn out to be the way he planned.

After the fight in your room you texted him, asking him to come back, but he made it clear he wouldn’t be doing that unless you’re willing to talk.

Which you werent, so it’s been radio silence since then.

He had to stop himself from texting or calling you like a million times, it’s been quite the fight since Wednesday, he’s been missing you like crazy, but he is also determined to finally move forward.

“You alright man?” Niall pats him on the back with a cup in his own hand that smells so much of alcohol that Harry can’t stop himself from wrinkling his nose. While he likes to have drinks, he is often surprised how some of his friends in the house haven’t died of alcohol poisoning.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nods with a sigh.

“Uhuh, that’s why you’ve been moping around for days, right?” Niall laughs.

“I have not–”

“I have not been moping, you arse!” Niall mocks him, which he finds hilarious, but Harry just rolls his eyes and takes a swig from your drink. “Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push it, but if you feel like you need a shoulder, you can come to me.”

“I know,” Harry sighs. “Thanks, I’ll just get a refill for now,” he says, holding up his cup. Niall nods and they go their separate way.

Harry fights through the crowd towards the kitchen and tries his best not to get stopped by drunk girls that are more than eager to hook up with him tonight. He would love to tell them he is taken, but he can’t. Even despite the fight you had, he still doesn’t want to go against your will and tell everyone that you’re dating.

The kitchen is a mess, but he quickly finds the tequila and then mixes it with some pineapple juice, then he stops by the pizza and grabs a slice so his stomach wouldn’t be completely empty. Though his original plan was to get drunk, but now he is not feeling that, so this is probably his last drink, since he is starting to feel a bit dizzy.

Leaning against the counter he is debating if he should just go back to his room and spend the rest of the night playing video games, but then he spots an all too familiar face in the crowd outside in the hallway.

You look very uncomfortable, navigating between the half drunk people while looking like you’re searching for someone. Harry puts his pizza slice down right away and he just starts moving towards you when he sees a guy bumping into you, making your shoulder hit the wall.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart, you alright?” the guy asks and his hand is already on your arm, leaning way closer than you’d like him to.

“It’s okay Dave, I got her.” Harry pats him on the back in a friendly manner, though inside he is fuming at the way he is looking at you right now, like he is ready to peel you out of your clothes.

“Harry, hey! I was just–”

“I know, I got her,” Harry repeats, this time with a tougher look at the guy, which he finally notices so he just nods and wanders away. “Are you okay?” he asks, finally looking at you, keeping one hand on your elbow.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” you ask and Harry nods right away, moving his hand to the small of your back, guiding you upstairs, towards his room.

You’ve been to his frat house, you actually met him at a party here, but you’ve never been to his room. If the other boys saw you coming and going from his room it would have been quite obvious there’s something going on between the two of you, so you usually stayed at your dorm room where it was easier for Harry to sneak out without being noticed, that place is too big for anyone to notice him.

The hallway leading to his room is scattered with couples making out by the wall and you try not to stare at the pair that’s practically dry humping each other like they are in a private place.

Harry unlocks his door with his keycard and then ushers you inside, finally shutting the noises of the party out. You’re curiously looking around the room that’s a lot tidier than you expected. Aside from a few clothes lying in the corner and two unwashed mugs on his night stand, it’s pretty neat. On his desk you notice the book you gifted him a week ago. You pick it up and open it where the bookmark is at around the third of the book and then you realize the bookmark is a polaroid of the two of you. It was taken the first time he slept in your room, your faces are mushed together as you laugh at something. You remember him taking a picture, but you weren’t expecting him to use it as his bookmark, which is such a sweet thing.

He has been nothing but sweet to you and that just makes your guilt even worse for treating him the way you did.

When you turn around you find him watching you with his hands in his pockets, just patiently waiting for you to start talking.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I’m ashamed of you. That was never the case and… yeah, I’m just really sorry.”

Harry nods, but then just keeps looking at you and you know he wants you to continue. So taking a deep breath you force yourself to keep talking before you chicken out.

“I was actually thinking it was the other way around.”

That confuses him, he frowns but before he could ask anything you just continue.

“We are not really from the same crowd. You’re… You live in a frat house, you play football, people know you around campus while I’m more like just… a face in the crowd. I know it’s such a cliché, but I felt like that if people saw us together they would question why you’d go out with me a-and–Um… I just…”

“And you thought that I would also question why I’m with you?” he finishes what you couldn’t and you just nod, feeling your throat closing up. It’s been such a heavy weight on your chest the past weeks and now that you said it out loud it’s a relief but you’re also worried how Harry will think of you now.

Then his eyes soften and stepping closer he gathers your hands between his palms, holding them to his chest.

“Y/N, you realize this is not a movie where there are popular kids and nerds and they never talk?” he asks with a soft chuckle, making you laugh.

“I know. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s just been haunting me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” you repeat. “Deep down I knew it, but I just couldn’t help it. I thought that I could get rid of it with time, but I couldn’t and I swear I didn’t want to hurt you with all of this, it’s just that I can easily get into these… spirals and it’s so hard to get out of them.”

“I know,” he softly says and leaning closer he kisses your forehead. “I just wish you told me so I could help you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s okay.”

Letting go of your hands he cups your cheeks in his palms as he pulls you in for a kiss while your hands fist the fabric of his shirt at his waist. He is sweet and gentle, his lips reassuring you that he is right here, with you. He rests his forehead against yours, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks.

“By the way, did you just call me a nerd?” you ask, opening your eyes, making Harry laugh with your words.

“Do you not fit the nerdy stereotype of romcoms?” he challenges you with a wide grin on his face.

“Well, I do study a lot and spend every other afternoon in the library.”

“See? You’re my little nerdy Valentine,” he arches an eyebrow and you just roll your eyes at him, but can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips. Then slowly, his expression turns more serious. “So what would you like to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admit with a sigh.

“Listen. If you need more time… I’m okay with that. I want you to feel comfortable and if that means that I have to convince you that no one will point fingers at us if they see us together, then that’s what I’ll do.”

You’ve known it from the beginning, but Harry just keeps proving that he is the right person for you and you couldn’t be more thankful for him.

Leaning in you kiss him shortly. “I want to move forward, I’m just a bit scared.”

“Then you’ll lead us in whatever pace feels comfortable for you, okay?”

You nod and he kisses you again.

“Do you want to go back down?” he asks, nodding towards the door.

“Yeah, I would like that.”

Walking out of his room he locks the door and the two of you head back down and you notice that he is still keeping his distance from you, not trying to change everything all of a sudden. Returning to the kitchen he makes you a drink and he grabs another slice of pizza when Niall emerges from the crowd.

“Hey, you’re still here! Thought you’d lock yourself up in your room soon,” he chuckles seeing Harry.

“You thought I’d bail?” Harry grins, leaning against the counter. Niall’s eyes move over to you.

“I think we haven’t met yet. I’m Niall.”

“Y/N,” you shake his hand. You catch a look the two boys exchange and after that, Niall just smiles at Harry knowingly.

“Alright, I’ll be by the beerpong tables if you need me,” he waves before making his way out of the kitchen.

“You have a bit of sauce there,” you point at Harry’s mouth smiling.

“Hm? Here?” he asks, wiping his lips, but he completely misses the spot, making you laugh. “Where?” he grins.

“Right there…” You raise a hand to help him out, but it stops midway when a thought pops into your mind and before you could talk yourself out of it, you lean in and kiss his lips.

“Now you’re good,” you smile against his lips. Harry can’t contain his growing grin, because this was the first time you kissed him in front of other people.

“I think it’s still there.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckle at him.

“Yeah, all over my lips, everywhere.”

“Stop,” you roll your eyes at him laughing. He leans down and kisses you shortly before he continues eating his pizza, trying his best not to comment it when your hand sneaks into free hand, fingers lacing together.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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dumbblond3 · 2 days ago

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★ FIGHT OR FUCK? ★

PIT FIGHTER VI FUCKING READER WHILE DICTATOR CAIT WATCHES

Caitvi x reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

“Just wish you two would get along hmm!”

A particularly rough thrust from Vi has your head reeling back into bed sheets

“That’s not for you to worry about baby ah- and maybe if cupcake over here could mm- lighten up we could go back to focusing on things that matter like our sweet girl”

Vi croons leaning down to your ear hitting that spot inside that leaves you cross-eyed

“Don’t act like this is my fault-“ Caitlyn chides

“I don’t need the spiel I’m a little preoccupied to keep this arguing up” Vi smirks back at Cait’s peeved expression

Caitlyn huffs her frustration almost outweighing her arousal at seeing you like this, almost

You feel her cool hand against your cheek, a soft attempt to soothe as Vi’s hips don’t miss a beat giving you no choice but to take it

“Mhmmm Cait please-“ you hear yourself start to beg for what exactly you’re not sure

“I know baby I know but you can take it for me, can’t you?” Caitlyn’s hushed words coat your mind in a hazy bliss that Vi can’t help but interject “You can take it for us, right honey? Or did you forget she’s mine too”

Vi punctuates her sharp words with the quick snap of her hips punching little whines out of you with each thrust

“Don’t like it when you fight- uhhh!”

Your pleas not falling on completely deaf ears, the two girls want nothing more than to make you happy but pride often gets in the way

A sharp glare is directed toward Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman does not fold and she certainly won’t be the one to apologize now

Unfortunately for you Vi is just as stubborn and as much as she wants to make you happy her ego can’t take admitting that she was wrong

So you'll stay stuck here in a tug-of-war over your pliant body until these two can learn how to make up in a way that doesn't involve fucking your lights out

"Maybe I'd think about giving in if I could have my turn with you pretty girl, how does that sound?"

Caitlyn's intentions are far from pure giving Vi a cheeky smile as she coddles you with faux sympathy

"No no, you don't" Vi hoists you up flat against her chest possesively "Just mad you didn't get to her first aren't you Cait? Too late for that shit now you'll just have to wait your turn" Vi sneers

While she may seem annoyed Caitlyn has no problem with patience if anything having Vi's sloppy seconds means you'll be even more sensitive and limp for her to use as she pleases

"I c-can't anymore please gonna cum-" and then there's you

With no chance of escaping until they decide you’ve had enough, it’s best to accept your role as beloved plaything and from the attitude they’ve shown so far it seems you’re in for a very long night

AN- These were my fave caitvi eras and I was sad they didn't interact more so I thought I should write something for them together, hope you enjoy! (not sure if anyone reads these anyway lol but kisses to my lovely readers 💋)

#blondie!talks #caitvi x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #caitlyn kiramman #vi x reader #violet arcane #caitlyn x reader

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reiding-writing · 2 days ago

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i love ur writing sooo much, kicking my feet giggling as i reread your entire cold!reader masterlist

i think it'd be interesting to see some sexual tension between them 👁️👁️

THE CONVERSATION. — SPENCER REID!

after the hotel incident, you and spencer avoid the inevitable conversation until you can't anymore.

spencer reid x cold!reader | 2.4k | ?? | cold!reader masterlist.

main masterlist.

a/n — not really sexual tension, but definitely tension

The flight back to Quantico is suffocating.

Spencer sits across the aisle, book in hand, but you know he’s not really reading. His eyes flick over the words too slowly, the way they do when he’s using them as a shield rather than taking them in.

You don’t blame him. You’re doing the same thing—staring at the report in your lap, eyes skimming over the same paragraph for the fourth time, pretending you don’t notice the weight of his silence.

He’s quieter than usual. That alone is enough to unnerve you.

You should say something. A joke, maybe. Something dry and dismissive to shove things back into place, back into before. But your body betrays you, tense and unwilling to bridge the gap.

So you sit in it. The not-quite silence, the too-loud hum of the jet’s engines, the unspoken weight pressing into the space between you.

But things have changed.

It’s in the way he looks at you—just a second too long, like he’s cataloging every flicker of your expression, waiting for a signal he’s not sure will come.

It’s in the way you look at him, catching yourself watching the way his hands move when he flips through case files, when he tugs at his tie absentmindedly.

You hate it. The awareness, the sharp pull in your chest when he leans forward to adjust his bag and his knee barely brushes yours. The warmth that lingers too long. The way your own body responds before your mind can shut it down.

He doesn’t push. Of course he doesn’t.

Spencer is patient, careful in the way only he can be. He’s waiting—for you to say something, anything, to acknowledge what happened in that hotel room. But you don’t. You can’t. Because if you start, you don’t know where it ends.

And then there’s the team.

Emily teases, because of course she does. Some offhand remark about how you and Reid have been acting weird ever since the case wrapped up. JJ gives you quiet, knowing glances that make your stomach twist.

And Morgan—well. Morgan just smirks and says, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there’s something you two aren’t telling me,”

You brush it off. Pretend you don’t see the way Spencer stiffens beside you, or the way your face feels unnaturally warm.

It’s fine.

Everything is fine.

Except it isn’t, and you both know it.

There’s an awareness between you now. A charged undercurrent in every glance, every movement, every second you spend in the same room.

It starts small. The way you feel his presence before you even see him. The way his gaze lingers when he thinks you won’t notice. The way your body tenses when he gets too close—not in fear, but in anticipation, in something unspoken and unbearable.

So you do what you do best: you bury it.

Your tone stays sharp, clipped, practiced in its indifference. You keep the distance, keep the edge, because that’s easier than acknowledging the way his fingers linger when he passes you a case file. The way they brush against yours, fleeting but deliberate, like he’s testing the boundaries of whatever this thing is.

You pretend it doesn’t affect you.

But it does. It does.

He doesn’t push. Spencer never pushes. But you know he’s waiting.

Waiting for the moment you slip up. Waiting for you to let the mask crack, even just a little. Waiting for you to admit what he already knows—that you feel it, too.

And the worst part?

You almost want to.

The tension is worse when it’s just the two of you.

It sneaks in during the in-between moments—when the rest of the team is occupied, when there’s no buffer, no reason to pretend the air between you isn’t thick with something unspoken.

In the conference room, you hand him a report, your fingers brushing his for the briefest second. He inhales sharply, a quiet thing, barely audible over the rustle of paper, but you hear it. Like it’s the first breath he’s taken all day.

You ignore the way your own breath catches.

In the break room, you’re pouring sugar into your takeout coffee when he walks in. You don’t look at him, don’t acknowledge the way his presence shifts the entire atmosphere of the room. But you feel him. Standing just close enough to press at the edges of your space, just far enough to keep it appropriate.

When he speaks, his voice is softer. Careful. “You should try decaf in the afternoons. Too much caffeine can increase cortisol levels, and you already don’t sleep enough,”

You roll your eyes, sip your coffee anyway. “Noted.”

It’s clipped, controlled. Everything about you is controlled.

But the silences are getting longer.

The pauses between words stretch too thin, stretched tight like a wire pulled to its limit. Every unspoken thought, every question neither of you dares to voice, hangs between you.

One day, something’s going to snap.

—

A week passes, and the tension becomes unbearable.

It’s everywhere. In the hallway, when you walk past each other just a little too close. In the team meetings, when your eyes meet across the table and neither of you look away. In the casual brushes of hands—when your fingers touch for a fraction of a second, a spark you both feel but don’t acknowledge. Every accidental touch lingers too long, and every word is too charged with meaning, too heavy with what’s unspoken.

You hate it. You hate how easily you fall into this strange, uncharted territory with him, how you can't seem to escape the gravity of what happened. And yet, every time you think you’ll address it, every time the words almost slip out, something pulls you back into the silence.

It’s late, way past normal office hours. The rest of the team has long gone home, but you’re still here, hunched over case files with Spencer.

There’s a strange, muted quiet to the space between you, and for once, it’s not just the weight of all the cases you’ve been working on. It’s the weight of this—the silence that surrounds you both, thick enough to choke.

Spencer doesn’t say anything for a long while. You’re both too immersed in the reports, in pretending to focus on the paperwork instead of whatever's hanging between you. But then he puts the file down, leans back in his chair, and the words come, simple and deliberate.

“Are we ever going to talk about it?”

It’s quiet. Too quiet. And the air in the room shifts. You freeze for a moment, caught off guard. Your mind instantly races to shut it all down, to run from the conversation you’ve been avoiding for days.

You open your mouth, prepared to deflect, to push it all back into the vault of things you don’t talk about. But then you meet his gaze.

His eyes are earnest, softer than you’ve ever seen them. There’s hope in them, and maybe something else—something fragile, something vulnerable. He’s not pushing you, not demanding anything. Just waiting.

And suddenly, you realise that you don’t want to run anymore.

You feel it in your chest, that sharp pang of wanting to bridge the gap between you, to close the distance that’s grown between you both over the past week. Maybe you don’t have the right words. Maybe you never will. But for once, you’re not afraid to try.

You swallow hard and finally speak, your voice quieter than usual, rough with the weight of everything unspoken.

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Let’s talk.”

The silence that follows isn’t empty. It’s thick with everything you’ve been holding back. And then—something shifts. The air between you crackles. You both lean in slightly, but neither of you makes a move. Not yet.

And then, without another word, Spencer stands, stepping toward you with that same quiet intensity. It’s a move you didn’t expect, and for a moment, you freeze. But then he’s closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you realize that he’s waiting for you.

Your heart races, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you let him close the distance, and this time, there’s no hesitation.

The kiss is slow. Tentative at first, like both of you are afraid to shatter the fragile moment. But it deepens quickly, and it’s everything—everything you’ve been feeling without knowing how to express it. His lips are gentle but insistent, a soft pressure against yours that makes your pulse spike.

You kiss him like it’s the only thing that matters, because in this moment, it is.

The kiss lingers in the air, charged and unresolved, as you both pull back just enough to catch your breath. You’re still close, too close, your faces a breath away from each other, and the space between you hums with something different. Something new.

You break the silence first, your voice tinged with that familiar edge of sarcasm that you use to shield yourself. “That’s not exactly us talking.”

Spencer freezes for a moment, his expression shifting from confusion to a slight grimace. He knows you’re not exactly serious about it, that the tone you’ve carried throughout the whole exchange has been more about self-preservation than actual disappointment.

But the weight of it still settles on his shoulders, and he winces at the mild reprimand, even though he understands it’s more a defence mechanism than anything else.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer mutters quickly, the apology falling out of him without hesitation. His eyes are a little wider than usual, like he’s bracing for something more, but he also knows it’s not really warranted. You’re not angry with him. You never were.

But the words are enough to make you exhale sharply, and you roll your eyes as you shift back slightly, breaking the proximity just enough for your mind to catch up with everything that’s just happened.

You study him for a moment, watching how his hands twitch slightly at his sides like he’s trying to keep himself together. His eyes are wide, darting between yours, looking for some kind of confirmation.

“I like kissing you… sorry—” he blurts, his voice cracking slightly as the words tumble out in a rush, and then he keeps talking, his words pouring out like he’s finally letting go of the tight grip he’s been holding on everything.

“I’ve wanted to for so long, but I was scared that you wouldn’t be into it. I mean, I’ve seen how you act with me, and I get it, I do, I just—” He stumbles over his own thoughts. “I didn’t want to ruin things between us. You’re—well, you’re you, and I’m me, and I didn’t know if you’d even want that, you know?”

You blink at him, trying to process the flood of words, and for a moment, it’s overwhelming. He’s still standing too close, so you take a step back, crossing your arms defensively as you try to steady yourself.

“Spencer,” you start, your voice gentle but firm, “you need to breathe.”

His eyes flicker at your words, and you see the immediate tension in his face relax a fraction, but only a fraction.

“Listen,” you continue, your voice steady now as you push past the weight of the awkwardness. “I’m not exactly a romantic person, okay?” You can feel the vulnerability creeping in, but you don’t let it overwhelm you.

“I don’t—” You sigh frustratedly. “I don’t know how to do this, or what I’m supposed to say, but… I don’t want you to think I’m rejecting you. I just— I need to know where we’re going with this. And I need to know what you want.”

Spencer opens his mouth to say something but falters, clearly still unsure of how to navigate this strange, new territory with you. You take a deep breath, feeling the space between you growing thicker with every second.

“I need you to be straightforward, Spencer,” you say, softer now. “Just— tell me what you want from this,”

For a moment, Spencer just stands there, eyes fixed on you, as though trying to read between the lines of what you’ve said. And then, finally, his shoulders relax as he nods.

“I don’t want to pressure you,” he says quietly, his voice earnest, “but I do want this. And I want you to know that, even if I’m nervous and all over the place, I’m not trying to make things difficult. I just want to— be with you. If that’s something you’re open to.”

You chew on his words for a moment, and the weight of them hits you all at once. He’s not asking for anything more than what you’re willing to give, and he’s not rushing you, either. The idea of having someone like Spencer—someone who isn’t expecting perfection from you, who’s patient enough to understand your walls—feels almost… safe.

You take a deep breath.

“I’m not good at this. But I don’t want to screw it up either.” You step forward a little, trying to meet him halfway. “I can’t promise all the right words or the grand romantic gestures, but if you’re okay with that…” You pause, meeting his gaze squarely. “I’m willing to try.”

Spencer exhales slowly, his eyes lighting up just slightly, the weight of relief crossing his face. He doesn’t move closer, but the air between you feels a little less tight, a little less heavy.

“That’s good enough for me,”

The words settle between you, and for the first time in what feels like forever, there’s no tension—just the quiet understanding of what comes next.

#cold!reader ᝰ.ᐟ #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #mgg #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff

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embbarnes · 2 days ago

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This took me so long I'm so sorryyyyy. I meant to do this like, last week. I've just been busy prepping for my new addition lol.

I adored this one, you did such a good job writing him and I think this is one of my fav Logan fics from you!

Like always my thoughts and such are below the cut ~

He hates how commercialized the holiday is thanks to the multi-billion dollar corporations that fill department stores with trinkets the second that Christmas is over. He hates all of the pressure and unrealistic expectations that come with planning the perfect date. And as much as he hates to admit it to himself, he hates that it's a stark reminder that he's just as alone in this universe as he had been in the last one.

My first thought was yes, I feel this hard.

He'd never admit it aloud, but just maybe the fact that he can’t keep his thoughts from straying to a specific next door neighbor certainly doesn’t help. He hates to use the word crush at his grown age, but he can’t really think of a better word for it. If it’s not a crush, why else would he be wondering what your plans are for this evening? Why else would he feel the unmistakable, undeniable twinge of jealousy when he thinks of the mere possibility of you spending your night in the arms of someone other than him?

I love a jealous Logan. I love the neighbor trope so much too, it was one I never really thought about until reading your fics.

“Oh, no. Not a date,” you correct him quickly with a bashful grin. “Well, maybe. Is it considered a date if I’m dining by myself?” “You’re going to dinner by yourself?” Logan asks, unable to hide the surprise in his tone. “Looking like that?”

Ay ay ay...Logan, don't judge. Sometimes it's nice to go out and treat yourself

All it takes is one look at the table that the host takes the two of you to for Logan to realize that he has indeed never had Korean barbecue. You don’t appear to be the slightest bit confused so he assumes that the circular grill built into the middle of the table is normal, though he’s never seen anything quite like it in a restaurant before. You giggle when you notice the curious expression on his face. “It’s kinda like hibachi,” you begin. “Except instead of someone cooking it in front of you, you cook it yourself.” Logan takes in the array of various meats on the tray to the left of him. You pick up a piece of what appears to be some kind of beef with a pair of tongs, and place it on the grill. It sizzles, and he watches as you add a few more pieces of meat onto the hot surface. “Isn’t that kinda the whole point of going to a restaurant? To have someone else cook the food for you?” He asks the question as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt your feelings. He’s just happy to be here with you – even if he doesn’t fully understand the appeal of going to a restaurant to pay to cook your own food.

I've never been to a place like this or had Korean bbq at all and my first thought was the same as his, but I've always wanted to try it lol.

“Last week, when we got stuck in the elevator together,” you begin in a low voice. He swears that your eyes flicker to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze once more. “Were you nervous?”

She's better than me I'd NEVER work myself to ask him this lmaoo

“Do you wanna come up to my place?” you breathe, nodding your head in the direction of the apartment building. “What? You don’t wanna come to mine and hang out with Al?” he teases, nudging you in the direction of the building’s entrance. “As tempting as that sounds…” You trail off, following his lead. The second that the elevator door comes to a close, his hands are back on you. He backs you up against the wall, his hands gripping your hips as you spread your legs enough to allow one of his thick thighs in between them. This time, he’s the one who kisses you, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between your lips. You whimper into the kiss, your tongue fighting his for dominance.

Yesss this is what I was waiting for! She's so playful lol and he's a big ol' tease.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you groan. “Not this again.”

No no...this is good.

There’s a mischievous look on your face. Before he can question you, you’re sliding down the wall until you reach the floor. You reach for his belt with your hands, making quick work of undoing the buckle and then the button to his jeans. Oh. All Logan can do is stare down at you in wonderment as you tug his zipper down. “This okay with you?” you ask, but the look on your face says that you already know the answer.

This okay with you - girl, he's about to bust rn. He's def okay with this lol

Later, he tells himself. He’ll get you naked later, in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no risk of the elevator doors sliding open at any given moment.

A gentleman, don't argue w me.

Your cunt tastes as sweet as the fruity wine from the restaurant did on your tongue. He eats you like he wants to get drunk off of you, alternating between soft licks through your folds and fervent kisses to your swollen bud. He feels your legs quiver around the sides of his head. He supports you from below, letting you go all but limp above him. He glances up at you, your head thrown back in pleasure and your chest heaving with ragged breaths.

He is diving in there 😩 Grab his hair and tug -

“Do you.. wanna wait until we get back to your..?” “God, no,” you exhale, and pull him to you by grabbing his flannel in your fists.

LMAO same girl 😭

“Mind if I still come back to your place? I know we just…” He trails off, glancing down at where he’s still tucked inside you. “But I just realized I forgot to pick up cigarettes for Al and she isn’t gonna be too happy with me.” You roll your eyes, and playfully push him away from you so that you can tug your skirt back into place. “I think I can find a way to be okay with that,” you smirk. “If we ever get out of this fuckin’ elevator.”

This ending was so hilarious too I absolutely loved it from start to finish. The fin little moments and the build up, the smut scene was HOT and the funny little quips added into the fic were MUAH. You did sooo good with this one ~ 💕💕💕

either way, i'm going your way

logan howlett x reader (worst!logan x reader)

word count: 4k

summary: logan doesn't remember the last time he celebrated valentine's day, and he doesn't have any reason to believe that this year will be any different. then he runs into you, wade's neighbor, who happens to love the holiday despite not having anyone to celebrate it with.

warnings/tags: smut, 18+ only mdni, sex in a public place kind of, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v, logan's pov, neighbor!reader, reader is afab, reader is described as being shorter than logan, no use of y/n, hints of grumpy x sunshine

this is my entry for @yxtkiwiyxt & @lubdubology valentine's writing challenge! thank you both for hosting this, i can't wait to read the other submissions ❤️

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Logan has been alive for two centuries worth of Valentine's Days. He can count on one hand how many he’s actually celebrated, and he can't recall the last time he had a reason to even acknowledge the day.

To him, Valentine’s Days have always been just another Tuesday, or Thursday, or whatever day it falls on that year.

Technically he can't say that he's entirely alone. Romantically? Yes. Sexually? Yes.

Physically, however, he’s lodged between a blind eighty-year-old cocaine addict and a ten pound living tumor - the latter of whom keeps trying to French kiss him.

Wade might be out with Vanessa for Valentine’s Day, but for Logan, this is any other Friday night – watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire reruns with Al and Mary Puppins.

Something about his current predicament makes him feel even more alone than if he actually were alone. Maybe it’s how unfamiliar and foreign this universe still feels in so many ways – he’s been here for some months now, but there’s some things that remind him that he still has a ways to go in terms of adjustment.

He has no one to blame but himself, and he knows it. He had the perfect opportunity to ask you out just last week, and he didn’t take it. The two of you were both taking the elevator up to your neighboring apartments when it broke down for the third fucking time in the last month. It took nearly an hour for maintenance to get it back up and running, and he couldn’t find the nerve to simply ask if you have any plans at any point during the time you were trapped in the fifteen square feet of space together. Instead, he awkwardly rambled about he had walked in on Wade and Vanessa in a compromising position the day before.

He cringes at the memory, tossing back another swig of whiskey when he realizes the bottle is empty. He sighs, earning a side-eye from Mary Puppins.

If this is how he’s going to be spending his evening, he should at least be a little intoxicated.

“I’m going to the liquor store,” Logan announces as he transfers Mary Puppins from his lap to Al’s before standing up from his position on the couch for the first time in hours. “You need anything?”

“Pick me up a couple of scratchers and a pack of Newports.”

Just her usual requests, then.

Logan throws on his leather jacket, dreading the cold and dreary February night but willing to face it for a bottle of bourbon and some cigars. He’s been out of those since yesterday, so a trip to the nearest convenience store is much needed, anyway.

The door to the apartment complex’s singular outdated elevator is sliding to a close when Logan hears a familiar, feminine voice call out.

“Hold up!”

Logan immediately pushes the hold button, freezing the door in place. A second later, you appear in the doorframe. You’re slightly out of breath, with a relieved expression on your face.

“Thanks,” you greet him as you lean against the wall of the elevator, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your plaid skirt. “I’m running late to my dinner reservations and really didn’t wanna have to take the stairs in these.” You glance down at the heels of the uncomfortable looking thigh high boots that you’re wearing.

Uncomfortable looking and hot, he thinks, before your words sink in. Dinner reservations – of course you’d have plans tonight. He feels a slight pang of disappointment (and jealousy, if he’s being honest with himself) at the realization, but he isn’t surprised.

“Well, let’s cross our fingers that we don’t get stuck in here again and that you make it to your date on time,” Logan says with a forced laugh and smile as he pushes the button once again to close the door, followed by the button that says lobby.

“Oh, no. Not a date,” you correct him quickly with a bashful grin. “Well, maybe. Is it considered a date if I’m dining by myself?”

“You’re going to dinner by yourself?” Logan asks, unable to hide the surprise in his tone. “Looking like that?”

Your eyes widen in shock. “What’s wrong with how I look? And what’s wrong with going to dinner by myself?”

“Nothing!” Logan begins to backtrack when he realizes how his questions came across. “You - you look great. I'm just a little surprised. Would’ve assumed that you had a date tonight is all—”

He trails off when he realizes that you’re pursing your lips together in an obvious attempt to hide a smirk. The mischievous glimmer in your eyes gives you away.

“I’m just fucking with you, Logan,” you snort with a playful slap to his arm. “I know it’s a little unconventional to take yourself out on Valentine’s Day. But I’ve always loved the holiday despite being painfully single, so I thought why not? Better than sitting at home and sulking all night.”

The corners of his lips threaten to twitch upwards at the words painfully single as he contemplates the rest of your response. He can’t help but admire your way of thinking. He was content with staying holed up inside the apartment and drinking himself into a stupor, but he can’t deny that your outlook on the holiday is far less depressing and boring than his.

“What about you?” you ask as the elevator comes to a stop with a melodic ding. You exit, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Are you on your way to your Valentine’s plans?”

He chuckles at the question. For a second, he considers lying to you. He considers telling you that yes, he is on his way to pick up his date right now, just so he doesn’t have to tell you the truth – that he’s on his way to buy bourbon, cancer sticks, and lottery tickets for him and his elderly roommate. But with his luck, you’d run into Wade tomorrow and he’d open his big fucking mouth about how Logan actually spent his night, and the thought of that is even more mortifying than telling you the truth to your face.

“Not unless you count making a liquor run as Valentine’s plans,” he sighs, averting your gaze as he opens the door to the apartment building for you. “The only thing I plan on doing tonight is listen to Althea scream at her game shows.”

You come to a stop outside of the apartment building, wrapping your coat tightly around your chest to fight off the chilly night air. There’s a peculiar look on your face that Logan can’t quite read – something between amusement and hesitation.

“You could have worse dates, I suppose,” you laugh.

“That’s true,” Logan agrees. “At least I have Vanessa to thank for a Wade free evening. But I’ll let you go, don’t wanna make you late for your—”

“Do you like Korean barbecue?”

Logan freezes, taken aback by the question. He snaps his mouth shut, realizing he’s staring at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Korean barbecue?” He asks lamely. “Don’t think I’ve ever tried it.”

He’s had barbecue. He’s had Korean food.. maybe? He’s been alive a really long time, he’s sure he’s had Korean food at some point in the last two hundred years.

But he can’t say that he’s had Korean barbecue.

A nervous looking grin appears on your face, and you cross your arms over your chest before taking a small step towards him.

“Are you hungry?”

••••••

All it takes is one look at the table that the host takes the two of you to for Logan to realize that he has indeed never had Korean barbecue.

You don’t appear to be the slightest bit confused so he assumes that the circular grill built into the middle of the table is normal, though he’s never seen anything quite like it in a restaurant before.

You giggle when you notice the curious expression on his face.

“It’s kinda like hibachi,” you begin. “Except instead of someone cooking it in front of you, you cook it yourself.”

Logan takes in the array of various meats on the tray to the left of him. You pick up a piece of what appears to be some kind of beef with a pair of tongs, and place it on the grill. It sizzles, and he watches as you add a few more pieces of meat onto the hot surface.

“Isn’t that kinda the whole point of going to a restaurant? To have someone else cook the food for you?” He asks the question as gently as he can, not wanting to hurt your feelings. He’s just happy to be here with you – even if he doesn’t fully understand the appeal of going to a restaurant to pay to cook your own food.

“It’s about the experience,” you explain with a shrug. “To be fair, when most people come to a Korean barbecue restaurant, they usually come with a group of people – hence the large amount of meat.” You nod towards the arrangement of the meats that have yet to be cooked.

“It’s a social thing. But all of my friends had plans with their significant others tonight, so…”

You trail off as the server places another tray on the table – this one covered in various colorful side dishes that he’s definitely never had before. He wouldn’t exactly describe himself as adventurous when it comes to trying new foods – for the most part, he lives off of ham and cheese sandwiches and frozen TV dinners. But he tried shawarma when he’d first arrived in this universe and ended up loving it, so he’s determined to try a bite of everything on this table.

“Sounds like it’s a good thing that you ran into me, then,” Logan murmurs when the server walks off.

You take your eyes off of the pieces of meat that you’re paying careful attention not to overcook, looking up at him through your lashes with a soft smile.

“I'd say that you’re right about that.”

••••••

Despite the breeze and the chilly night air, Logan feels perfectly toasty on the walk back to the apartment thanks to your tight hold on his arm and the wine that you had insisted that he try.

He'd learned a lot tonight – a lot about you; your hobbies and your interests. He’d learned all about Korean barbecue, and that he likes bulgogi and buldak.

Most importantly, he'd learned that he was stupid for ever being nervous about asking you out.

He feels at ease with you. He already knew he enjoys your company from all of the times that you’ve joined Wade’s movie nights and get-togethers – but he’d never been alone with you (with the exception of getting stuck in the elevator with you last week). Wade, Vanessa, Al, Peter, Yukio, and countless others always seemed to be present, making it near impossible for him to get to know you in the way that he’s wanted to since he first met you.

But now, with your arm intertwined with his and the scent of your perfume hitting him each time there is a gust of air, he knows that he is going to do all that he can to keep having moments like this with you.

“I have a question,” you state as the two of you turn onto the street where your apartment building is. Logan glances down at you in curiosity, but you’re not looking at him – you’re looking ahead, your teeth biting into your lower lip.

“What’s that?” Logan murmurs.

You hesitate, your eyes flickering up to him before quickly looking away again. “Did you actually like the kimchi?”

Logan can’t help but cackle, taken off guard by the question.

“That’s your question?” he laughs, thinking back to the spicy and tangy flavor of the fermented vegetables.

You come to a stop next to a streetlight outside of your apartment building, pulling your arm away from his to stand just inches in front of him.

“No,” you admit with a smirk. “Though I am curious about that, too.” You take a step closer to him, your chest ever so slightly brushing against his. He feels his breath catch in his throat at the way that your eyes twinkle in the glow of the streetlight.

He thinks back to his nervous rambling in the elevator, to how you looked so pretty that he found it difficult to hold direct eye contact with you, and to how it felt like half of his brain was screaming at him to ask you out and the other half was screaming at him to not make himself look like an idiot.

Yeah, nervous is accurate.

“That obvious, huh?” he sighs.

“Just a little,” you shrug. “But don’t worry. I was too.”

“Is that right?” Logan asks, trying not to give away just how happy the confession makes him. “And what about now?”

He doesn’t have to ask – he's standing close enough to you that your increased heartrate is easy for him to detect.

“Something like that,” you whisper, and before he fully process what’s happening, you’re raising up on your tippy toes to capture his lips in yours.

The taste of the fruity wine from dinner still lingers on your lips. He places his hands on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. Your hands cradle his face, pulling him down closer to you. The warmth of you is a balm against the brisk night air, making him feel like he can’t get close enough to you. You don’t pull away until you’re breathless, looking up at him with dilated pupils in the florescent street lighting.

“Do you wanna come up to my place?” you breathe, nodding your head in the direction of the apartment building.

“What? You don’t wanna come to mine and hang out with Al?” he teases, nudging you in the direction of the building’s entrance.

“As tempting as that sounds…” You trail off, following his lead.

The second that the elevator door comes to a close, his hands are back on you. He backs you up against the wall, his hands gripping your hips as you spread your legs enough to allow one of his thick thighs in between them. This time, he’s the one who kisses you, wasting no time in slipping his tongue between your lips. You whimper into the kiss, your tongue fighting his for dominance.

It isn’t until he pulls away for air and opens his eyes that he realizes the elevator has come to a stop. It couldn’t have been moving for more than ten seconds –

“Fuckin’ hell,” you groan. “Not this again.”

Logan looks at the panel of buttons to his left. Sure enough, the number reads that you’re still a floor beneath your apartments. He beats his fist against the elevator wall, as if that’s actually going to help the matter.

Still pinned between his body and the wall, you pull your cell phone out from an interior pocket of your coat. You quickly find the number for building maintenance in your call history, but it just rings, and rings, and rings.

“I could probably pry the doors open,” Logan muses as he begins to pull away from you. He thinks back to how it took maintenance nearly an hour to get the elevator back up and running last week, and knows that he wouldn’t have the patience for that now. The thought of having to wait even a fraction of that long to get back to your apartment…

“Let’s not do anything that could potentially put the elevator out of commission permanently, yeah?” You pull him back to you, grabbing his face in your hand and making him look at you. “I think that we'll be just fine right here for a while.”

Oh.

All Logan can do is stare down at you in wonderment as you tug his zipper down.

“This okay with you?” you ask, but the look on your face says that you already know the answer.

He nods, his mouth suddenly feeling too dry to speak. He helps you shimmy his boxers and jeans down enough for his cock to spring free. He glances around the elevator, double checking that there aren’t any security cameras. Considering this elevator is ancient and doesn’t even function half the time, he isn’t surprised to see that there aren’t any.

You take the base of him in your hand, languidly massaging the length as you tease his slit with your tongue. You lap up the beads of pre-cum before easing him past your lips.

The sight of you on your knees for him is enough to have him twitching in your mouth. Add in how your soft lips and tongue feel working his length, and he knows he won’t last long like this.

You bob your head around him, gagging when his head juts against the back of your throat. You pull off of him, leaving a thick rope of saliva that trails from his cock to your mouth.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything prettier. He could spend hours looking at you like this.

But this isn’t how he wants to finish – in your mouth, before he’s even had a chance to make you feel good. So as much as it nearly kills him to do it, he pulls himself away from your sweet lips and yanks you back up by the tops of your arms. There’s the slightest hint of disappointment on your face, but it quickly disappears when he pushes your coat off of your shoulders and down your arms. It falls to floor, leaving you in still too many articles of clothing for Logan’s liking.

Later, he tells himself. He’ll get you naked later, in the privacy of your apartment, where there’s no risk of the elevator doors sliding open at any given moment.

For now, he settles for pushing the restrictive fabric of your skirt upwards, bunching it around your waist. He sinks to the ground in front of you, splaying his palms on your inner thighs and spreading your legs open for him. He rubs the pad of his thumb over the soft material of your panties, right over your clit. He feels shudder at the sensation, and notices the goosebumps that appear on the skin of your thighs.

He hooks his index finger through the cotton fabric, pulling it to the side. He looks up to see if there’s any kind of hesitation on your face, but you quickly pull him to your center by the back of his head, erasing any doubt. He chuckles lowly, and flattens his tongue over your slit.

He feels your legs quiver around the sides of his head. He supports you from below, letting you go all but limp above him. He glances up at you, your head thrown back in pleasure and your chest heaving with ragged breaths.

His name slips through your lips, your voice strained with desperation. He loves the sound of it, and wants more than anything to hear you keep saying it. He snakes one of his hands between your thighs, and teases your hole with the tip 9t his finger. You involuntarily sink down, nudging the tip of it past your entrance.

He groans against your clit at how fucking tight you feel around his finger. God, he can’t wait to be inside you. He pumps the digit, your walls already clenching around him.

“Logan,” you moan from above him. “I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he hums against your clit. “Let go. I got you.”

Your climax washes over you with a sharp cry of his name and Logan mentally prays that the elevator walls aren’t as thin as the apartment walls.

When you go still above him, he reluctantly takes his mouth off of you and stands up. His jeans and boxers are still bunched just above his knees, his erection painfully hard and his balls full. He wipes the excess of your slick from his mouth with the back of his hand, and then begins to stroke his own length in his fist.

“Do you.. wanna wait until we get back to your..?”

“God, no,” you exhale, and pull him to you by grabbing his flannel in your fists.

His lips crash against yours as he nestles himself in between your legs, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. He coats it in your juices and eases into you slowly. You groan into his mouth and he has to try not to cum on the spot.

You’re tight, and warm, and your walls flutter around him just right. He hikes one of your thighs over his hip, deepening the angle before he pulls almost all the way out. He rocks back into you, working up to a steady pace.

The small, confined space is filled with the sound of your body meeting his and the sweet noises you make that are music to his ears. You grip around him like a velvet vice and he knows that he isn't going to last long.

“Gonna cum, honey,” he warns in a grunt next to your ear. “Ya feel too fuckin’ good.”

He feels your walls pulse around him at his words and he can tell that you're just as close as he is. A few more deep thrusts that hit your cervix just right and he’s spilling into you as you cum around him.

When he’s empty, his movements cease but he doesn’t pull out. He nuzzles his face against your throat, pressing kisses to the soft but sweat-slicked skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to us,” you murmur in a borderline delirious voice. He laughs, pulling back just enough to press his lips to yours.

You roll your eyes, and playfully push him away from you so that you can tug your skirt back into place.

“I think I can find a way to be okay with that,” you smirk. “If we ever get out of this fuckin’ elevator.”

not my favorite thing i've ever written by any means, i've been feeling really unmotivated to write and have felt kinda burnt out, but i still wanted to get this out before valentine's day bc if i didn't then i never would have finished it at all, lol. so i'm sorry it's short 😭 hope you still enjoyed

reblogs/comments are always appreciated, thanks for reading!

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Breathe Your Air

Eddie Munson x Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

What's supposed to be a smoke session with Gareth quickly turns into something very different and dirty with him and his best friend, Eddie

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (m receiving) masturbation, drug use

special thanks to @the-witty-pen-name who I couldn't have done this without!

The garage closes as Jeff and Grant leave in Jeff’s car, leaving Gareth and Eddie alone. You’re supposed to show up any minute to smoke with Gareth and he’s scrambling, trying to make the place look clean while Eddie sips on one of his dad’s beers.

He doesn’t even know why Gareth is going to such lengths to impress you. You’re just a girl and he doesn’t care how hot his friend says you are, he’ll be the judge of that. Maybe he’s just reluctant because all of the pretty girls think he’s a freak so he’s just trying to protect himself. But if you’re hanging out with Gareth then you must be cool.

He follows Gareth into the house, grabbing a bag of chips from the kitchen on the way to the living room where he makes himself comfortable while Gareth is hurrying to straighten up the place.

Eddie collapses onto the couch as Gareth pulls down the screen over the garage door before heading over to set up the movie as there’s a knock at the door.

Gareth is quick to pull Eddie up from the couch, trying to get him to leave, but Eddie hurries to stand behind Gareth as he opens the door and stops in his tracks when his eyes lock on you. Gareth didn’t tell him that you were so fucking hot. He swears he’s never seen anyone prettier and he’s trying to see what he can do to stay even though he'll definitely be third wheeling your date.

“Hi,” you beam as you enter the house before closing the door behind you and it's only then that Eddie notices that you’re carrying a plate wrapped in plastic wrap. “Sorry I’m late but I brought cookies,” you hold up the plate with a smile and Eddie thinks you’re adorable.

You pull Gareth into a hug and he can’t stop thinking about how good you smell, something sweet but woodsy and he wants to bathe in it. You’re squeezing him tightly and he can’t believe that you’re actually hugging him. No other woman ever hugs him except his mother.

“Oh,” Gareth lets out a laugh. “It’s no problem.” You could be as late as you wanted and Gareth wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s honestly surprised that you’re even there. You’re one of the most popular girls in Hawkins so he’s still wondering why you’d want to spend a Saturday night with him of all people.

“And you must be Eddie,” you smile again, taking in metalhead that’s taken a step back to give you and Gareth some space. “It’s so nice to meet you.” You pull him in for a hug as well and now he understands why you’re so popular. You’re nothing but a sweetheart and he’s decided that he wants to stay in your arms forever with your chin resting on his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze as if the two of you have hugged many times before.

But here you are in your pretty dress looking like something that’s just walked out of his dreams, being so sweet with your cookies, greeting him and Eddie like you’re all old friends. You’re actually the one who suggested this get together and Gareth still doesn’t know why. He just got talking to you at the record store where you work and didn’t think you actually meant it until you gave him your phone number before he left.

And now you’re here, in his house and he’s just waiting for Eddie to leave so the two of you can smoke up. But Eddie’s still standing in front of the couch, so close to drooling that it’s embarrassing. You’re taking in the living room so Gareth takes the opportunity to turn to Eddie to tell him to get lost because he’s tired of him ruining the mood.

“Why are you still here?” He ask in a whisper as you’re looking at the books on his mom’s bookshelf.

“C’mon, man, you can’t kick me out now. She hugged me.” He’s saying it like it’s supposed to mean something, but it does mean something to Eddie. Girls hug him sometimes, but never like that, never like he’s meant something to them.

“She was just trying to be nice. Besides, don’t you have that thing you need to pick up for Wayne?” Eddie does need to do that, but no way is passing up the opportunity to smoke with you.

“I can get on my way home. There’s no way I’m missing this.” He doesn’t actually think anything’s going to happen but he just wants to spend some time with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

“You’re just going to be a third wheel.” Eddie knows that’s true and supposes that he really does have a lot of things he should probably be doing than this.

“Alright, I’m going,” Eddie grumbles as he turns towards the door. He’s about to open it, but you stop him, resting your hand on his shoulder and he turns to see the most pathetic look on your face.

“You’re leaving?” You ask, looking really disappointed, even going as far as putting on a pout.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Gotta get back to my uncle.”

“You can’t stay for a little longer?” You’re stepping closer to him, reaching up and messing with his hair. He doesn’t usually let people touch it, but you’re the exception, especially when you’re looking at him with those eyes like you want to swallow him whole.

“Well, maybe just a few minutes,” he shrugs as he closes the door, pulling you over to the couch. “Gareth, you’ve got the stuff, right?” He asks as you make yourselves comfortable and Gareth is sure that this is going to be the worst high of his life.

He can’t fucking believe that Eddie ruining what’s supposed to be the best night of his life. He thought that maybe he actually get a chance to kiss you like he’s been wanting to for months, and maybe a little more. But now he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the chance.

Once he comes back with the joint and his lighter, he sees that you’ve distanced yourself from Eddie, plenty of space between your bodies for Gareth to sit, but he decides to sit on the other side of you.

“Ladies first,” he says as he hands the joint to you and you put it between your lips, turning towards him and he lights it up for you, watching you intently as you breathe in the smoke before turning to Eddie, motioning for him to move closer.

He opens his mouth and you blow the smoke into it as Gareth watches, wondering why he feels so turned on by watching his crush and best friend shotgun. There’s something so hot, so sexual about it and it’s making his pants feel tight.

Once you pull away, Eddie looks dizzy and you smile, turning to Gareth who’s holding his hands over his crotch and if you notice, you don’t say anything. You just motion for him to lean in.

“Want some?” You ask and he nods furiously.

“Please,” he demands but it comes out so pathetic like a whimper.

“Alright, come here, pretty boy,” you grab hold of his chin and your hand feels so hot on his skin, almost like fire. He opens his mouth and as soon as you press your lips to his, he’s sure that he’s died and gone to heaven. He already feels high but he’s pretty sure that’s just you and your effect on him.

He inhales and you pull away far too soon, moving back to Eddie to give him some more smoke and he doesn’t something he probably shouldn’t. After he inhales, he grabs hold of your face, slotting his lips between yours. You’re shocked at first, but you respond pretty quickly, kissing him back as you try your best to hold the joint away from him so as to not catch him on fire.

Gareth doesn’t even care that he’s not being kissed because for some reason, just watching is doing it for him. He’s leaning over, trying to see exactly what’s happening between the two of you and seeing your hands slide into Eddie’s hair is making him hard beyond belief.

Your tongue is sliding into Eddie's mouth and as Eddie lets out a moan, Gareth lets out a whimper at the noise, but neither of you seem to be paying him any attention. He’s scooting closer to get a better look and swears watching the two of you make out is making him feel like he’s never felt before.

Eddie is sure that this is the best make out session he’s ever had-not that he’s had much to compare it to-it just seems like you really know what you’re doing. And when your fingers wound into his hair, fuck, he just needs more of you.

Eddie’s hand touches Gareth’s thigh as you pull away and Gareth’s brain short circuits, feeling the bi panic set it as you lean back against the couch, putting the joint between Eddie’s lips. He takes a drag and motions for Gareth to lean forward. Their lips touch as Eddie pushes the smoke into Gareth’s mouth and both of them are unsure why they like it so much.

It’s so foreign but it feels so right, both of them staying like that until Gareth inhales the smoke. And once they’re done, you decide that Eddie’s friend needs to have a little fun too. You push him back against the couch then straddle his waist, tilting his head back as your lips find his.

“Your turn, pretty boy.”

“O-okay,” he stutters and you think it’s adorable that you make him so nervous. “Already hard for me, hm?”

He’s not sure what he’s doing like Eddie was, but he’s trying, following along as his hands rest gently on your waist. He has only kissed one other person, a boy in seventh grade during spin the bottle. This, though, this is a real kiss, filled with so much passion and now he understands why Eddie was unable to stop. You lips are just so soft and he’s addicted to the feeling of your weight on top of him.

You’re grinding on him now and he’s having a hard time now coming right then and there. You’re making a mess of him and he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do now. He lets his hands experimentally slide up your dress, resting on your thighs as you kiss your way down his neck.

Eddie doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels the urge to mimic you so he gets closer, taking another drag of the joint and blowing it out before bringing his mouth to the other side of Gareth’s neck, giving it a hard suck that causes Gareth’s breath to hitch. This is officially the best night of Gareth’s life and he’s not sure that anything is ever going to top it.

“Fuck,” he sighs, his head spinning because of the attention he’s getting and when you get off of him, he lets out a whine but he’s instantly shushed when you bring your lips back to his neck, sucking on it like your life depends on it as Eddie palms his crotch through his jeans.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” You ask, bringing your lips right by his ear and he feels his brain short circuit as it processes your question.

“Please,” he whines and full on moans as you bite down on his earlobe.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask, sitting back on your knees, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“No,” he shakes his head and just as he’s thinking that nothing is actually going to happen, Eddie pulls a condom from his pocket and holds it out as he gives Gareth’s neck a hard bite before pulling away.

As you get undressed, Eddie takes the chance and places his lips on Gareth’s. He’s always wondering what they’ve felt like and now he finally has an excuse to see. Gareth is quick to respond, kissing Eddie back hungrily, the whole thing being mostly tongue as theirs tangle, fingers tugging on hair, hands sliding up shirts.

Everything pauses when both of them pull away to see that you’re now just in your bra and panties, looking at you with open mouths and wide eyes as they’ve never seen a half naked woman in person before-well Gareth hasn’t-both of them almost drooling at the sight of you.

You can see that Eddie is hard now too, but you feel like Gareth needs it more, groaning because of how desperate he is. And Eddie seems to be okay with that as you unbutton Gareth’s pants and pull them down and as you’re pulling down his underwear, his eyes widen as you spread his legs then get down on the floor in between them, patting the spot next to you and Eddie’s quick to join you.

He takes another drag of the joint before putting it between your lips, letting you finish it off. Once it’s done, you put it out on the coffee table behind you before spitting into your hand, Gareth’s rock hard cock in it and giving it a few slow pumps to start him off then they get progressively quicker and Gareth is losing his shit, grabbing onto the couch cushion underneath him as if his life depends on it.

Once you feel like he’s ready, you wrap your hand around the base and bring the tip into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, teasing the slit. Eddie is watching over your shoulder, wishing he could take your place, but he’s perfectly content watching. He could get off just from this and he’s not sure what that says about him, not that he cares.

“Oh my god,” Gareth whines. He’s never experienced anything like this, but now he’s starting to get the hype of all of it, why the men around him are obsessed with being sucked off.

You pull away all too soon and can hear him whine as he no longer feels your lips wrapped around him. You turn to Eddie and gesture at Gareth’s cock, wanting to let him in on the action.

“Is that okay?” Eddie looks up at his best friend and Gareth nods enthusiastically. He really doesn’t care who’s sucking him off as long he gets the relief he needs. And besides, they’ve already kissed so what’s a blowjob?

You move out of the way, wiping the spit from your mouth as Eddie takes your spot. He’s only sucked one other cock before so he at least kind of knows what he’s doing.

You’re quick to hold his hair back for him as he grabs hold of Gareth and takes him into his mouth as if he’s done this exact thing a million times. He’s mimicking what he just saw you do and you look up to see Gareth grabbing onto the couch cushion again, his eyes shutting tight as Eddie starts to suck, taking more of him little by little, his tongue teasing the slit as he does so.

You tie off Eddie’s hair with the hair tie on your wrist then move to sit on the couch next to Gareth, feeling like he needs some support.

“That’s it, baby. Look at you, doing so well,” you encourage him, running your hand through his hair gently. His head is leaning against the back of the couch as he lets out a loud moan in response to Eddie’s work. As if you weren’t wet already, hearing the noise makes you even more so and you reach into your underwear to take care of yourself, your fingers moving rapidly as you’re still trying your best to encourage Gareth.

“Holy shit,” he moans again and god, what you’d do to hear him moan your name.

Eddie’s got all of Gareth in his mouth, his nose pushed into his bush as he’s fully deepthroating it. He’s gagging, but he’s still going, desperately trying to get Gareth and just by the way he’s behaving, you can tell he’s close. But you’re the one who comes first, moaning Gareth’s name so loud that Gareth’s eyes widen as he turns to you.

Eddie’s still working, his eyes shifting to you and he’s rock hard now as he sees your hand in your panties. Gareth comes not long after you do, screaming loudly as his knuckles are a bright white as he’s holding onto the cushion.

Eddie’s quick to swallow before pulling Gareth’s cock out of his mouth with a loud pop, watching him with a smug smirk on his face as he sits there, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.

You push Gareth’s hair back as you pull your hand from your panties, dangling your slick soaked fingers over his mouth. A small amount drops onto his lips and he makes eye contact as he licks his lips slowly in a seductive manner before taking your hand and putting your fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking on them until they’re clean.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” You whisper and he wants to, god does he want to, but he’s scared. He’s never actually done it before and he’s afraid that he’s going to do it wrong. But you look so hot and hearing you climax really makes him want to be the reason for you doing so.

“Please,” he whines and your face lights up. Eddie helps Gareth remove his pants from his ankles and you push him so his back is flat against the couch. You remove your panties and let them fall to the floor before lying on top of him, Eddie moving to be right beside the couch so he can watch the whole thing.

Gareth thinks you’re going to get to it, but to his surprise, you lean down and press your lips to his, this kiss soft and sweet unlike your other ones. It’s slow and you take your time just getting to know his lips thinking to yourself that you could kiss him all night and never get bored.

“This-this is my first time,” he tells you. “So don’t be surprised if I’m not good.”

“Shit.” You pull away quickly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again. “I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” he shakes his head as he grabs hold of your hands. “I want to, Please fuck me.” He doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds. He just needs this so bad and he wants you and only you to be his first.

“If you’re sure. But we can always stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” he nods.

“Eddie?” You ask, turning to the metalhead.

“Hm?” He replies, and for a second, he’s convinced that you’re going to ask him to leave the room.

“Can I have the condom?” You ask and he’s wracking his brain, trying to remember where he set it. He sees it peeking out from under Gareth’s leg and reaches for it before handing it to you. Once you have it in your hands, you grab hold of his chin and pucker your lips as you lean towards him.

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you give him a quick peck and for some reason, that’s what makes him blush, not all of the stuff he’s done with his best friend tonight. That was nothing, apparently.

“You’re welcome,” he replies, now smiling like an idiot as he watches you put the condom onto Gareth. You finally top him and the feeling is so foreign, unlike anything he’s experienced, but it already feels so good.

You start out slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling as your hands rest on his shoulders and he’s already moaning even though you’ve barely done anything. He has no idea what he’s doing but he knows that he’ll be talked through it. You know it’s his first time so you’re not expecting him to know everything.

Eddie unzips his pants and whips his cock out, spitting into his hand and grabbing hold of his cock, just waiting until it gets hot and heavy so he can get himself off. He goes for it when he watches you help Gareth take off your bra, your hard nipples driving the man crazy.

You’re picking up your pace and so does Eddie so he can match you, so many noises filling the room between the three of you.

“Buck your hips,” he tells Gareth who turns to him in confusion. You grab hold of his hips and pull them towards yours to show him what you mean. Once he gets it, he does exactly what you did, causing his cock to go deeper inside.

“Fuck yeah,” Eddie moans as his hand is pumping even harder. This is better than any porn he’s ever seen and maybe it’s weird that he’s so turned on but neither you nor Gareth seem to care so neither does he.

Gareth keeps doing what you showed him and other than his nervousness, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that he was a virgin. You think it’s cute that he’s awkward about it. It’s refreshing because too many men are so confident when they’re doing the wrong thing.

“That’s it,” you encourage. “Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” Gareth is sure that he’s going to come just by hearing that.

“Harder,” Eddie demands and you both do as he asks, taking it to the next level and Eddie’s even more hard as he watches your tits bounce up and down because of how hard and fast you’re moving. Fuck, maybe he’s going to be the one to come first.

And when he turns to Gareth, seeing how heavily he’s breathing, the sweat dripping down his body, it’s definitely doing something for him and he doesn’t know how the two of them can continue being friends like nothing happened, but that’s a bridge he can cross later. Right now, Gareth is the hottest man he’s ever seen and he’s totally okay with that.

Gareth’s back arches as another scream falls from his lips, this time, your name slipping out and you’re nothing but flattered, knowing that that is going to be replaying in your head on repeat, what you think of when you have no one around you to get you off.

“That’s it,” Eddie says. “You’re both doing so good. Just like that.”

“More,” Gareth slurs and you can’t help but laugh. You’re not even sure that he has any more to give.

“I think we’re done.”

“Done?” He slurs, as if he doesn’t believe you, but you’re already getting off of him and reaching for your dress and slipping it on.

“We can do this another time, I promise,” you lean down and press a kiss to his lips before handing him his underwear and jeans. Again? As in he can fuck you again and Eddie can watch? God, Eddie really hopes he can watch.

“Okay,” he smiles and gets his bottom half dressed as you reach for your bra before heading towards the door, the boys following closely behind like lost puppies.

“Oh, you forgot this,” Gareth holds up your panties and you take them from him before slipping them into his back pocket before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips.

“Keep them,” you wink then turn and give Eddie a kiss as well. “Don’t worry,” you tell him as you pull away. “You’ll get your turn next time and it’ll be so rough that you can’t walk.” For once, he’s rendered speechless and you just giggle and turn on your heel with your bra and heels in hand, completely oblivious that you’ve turned their world completely upside down.

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Satan x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5,088 Warning: NSFW

Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to.

You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”

Satan smiled softly at you before replying, “I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

From the moment you set foot inside the House of Lamentation, Satan had taken an interest in you. You were just a shy human who had her entire life turned upside down when you were randomly chosen to take part in the demon exchange program. He sympathized for you - he couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.

Sympathy.

Satan couldn’t remember ever having that feeling in his life before he met you. He read about it in his numerous fictional novels, but he never truly understood what it would feel like until he met you. In fact, the only feeling he had truly ever known was wrath. Then you came along and he was suddenly feeling things he never thought were possible.

He didn’t introduce himself to you right away. He kept his distance and studied you, trying to understand what made you so special. He concluded that there had to be a logical reason as to why you had everyone fawning over you. But, the more he stayed away, the less he wanted to; and, eventually it was no longer an option.

You were in the library of RAD, searching for a book when you noticed Satan staring at you. You gave him a smile and he felt his heart skip a beat. Did you just smile at…him? His mind was telling him not to approach you, but his feet had a mission of their own.

You noticed him standing next to you, and your smile returned to your face. “Oh, hey, you’re Satan, right?” you asked him. This was the first time the two of you were talking to each other despite you living in the House with him. Satan was taken aback by the way your voice sounded. He had heard you talking to his brothers; but, for some reason, it sounded so much sweeter when it was directed towards him.

He managed to nod his head in response and you continued to say, “I’m Y/N.” “I know,” Satan replied. A slight blush coated your cheeks as you told him, “Right. I guess everyone knows about the human exchange students.”

“Especially when they live with you,” he added, making you laugh. It was a small laugh, nothing special. But it was like music to his ears, and he was determined to make you laugh again. “Are you looking for a book?” he asked, his attention turning towards the shelf you were standing in front of.

“Yeah, the Devildom has so many interesting books. They’re completely different from the human world’s,” you replied. “Really?” Satan asked, genuinely curious. He assumed the books between both realms would have been the same.

He reached his hand up and pulled a book off the shelf, handing it to you. You took it and read the title, before flipping the book over and reading the small summary on the back. You were already invested just from the few sentences that were written there. “Thank you, I can’t wait to read it,” you told him, flashing him a smile that melted his heart.

You turned towards the librarian desk and started walking to go check out the book. Satan opened his mouth to say something - anything - to keep you talking to him for a while longer. But, you were already at the desk, talking to the librarian.

He watched with a bit of disappointment as she finished checking you out. If only he had thought of something else to say. Then, you turned towards him again and approached him. He immediately straightened as he watched you walk towards him, a glimmer in your eyes.

“Are you heading back to the House?” you asked. He had planned to stay and read for a bit, but this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss out on.

“Yes,” he replied and your smile widened. “I have some human books there if you want to borrow them,” you offered and Satan’s eyes lit up. “Thank you,” he replied. You nodded your head and the two of you began walking back to the House together.

There was a bit of side talk, but nothing special. He wasn’t quite sure how to interact with you yet. The only interactions he had in his life were with demons.

You got to the House and you led Satan up to your room. It was weird for him to be in there. His brothers adored the room, often spending their time in there with you. But, this was the first time he had ever set foot in there. You disappeared further into your room for a moment before returning to him with a book in your hands.

You offered it to him, telling him, “This is one of my favorites.” Satan took the book carefully, as if touching it the wrong way would cause it to spontaneously combust. He read the title, gently brushing his fingers over the words.

“I’ll go start reading it in the library right away,” he replied. “I was actually planning on reading for a bit too. Do you mind if I join you?” you asked him. You had always been interested in getting to know Satan, and you were hoping he wouldn’t turn you down.

Satan looked at you in awe and confusion. This was the first time someone had ever asked to hang out with him, willingly. He took a moment to answer, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling right now. What it was that you were making him feel.

He noticed your once hopeful expression was turning into a dejected look the longer he took to reply and he quickly said, “I don’t mind.” A smile lit up your face once again at his words as you told him, “Great, let’s go.”

Satan followed you to the library, watching you every step of the way. You entered the expansive room and continued walking until you were facing the reading area where two chairs and a couch were set up. Satan sat down on the couch, knowing that you would undoubtedly go for one of the chairs. He got comfortable and began reading the book.

However, he froze in his spot, his mind unable to focus as you sat down on the couch next to him. You focused your attention to your own book and Satan peered over his to look at you, his heart racing. You looked so alluring sitting next to him and reading. He wasn’t sure he would be able to get any reading done. Eventually though, he knew he would have to read or he would scare you off by spending the time just staring at you.

So, he began reading the book you gave him, getting lost in the story the author portrayed. You had also gotten lost in the world of the book Satan gave you. Both of you were so invested in the literature that you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until Lucifer came storming into the library.

You both looked up from your books, Satan starting to feel angry that of all his brothers, Lucifer was the one who interrupted his time with you. “There you are,” Lucifer said softly, looking at you. You looked up at him slightly confused and Lucifer told you, “It’s past midnight.”

You and Satan looked at each other shocked as you looked at the clock in the library. How had you both lost track of time so easily. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” you replied, putting a bookmark in your book and getting up from the couch much to the dismay of Satan.

You began walking out of the library when you turned to face him. “I’ll see you later,” you told Satan with a smile before heading to your room. Satan couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips at the idea of spending time with you again.

Satan got to the library early the next day, hoping you would be there as well. However, after a bit of time had passed he had given up on the idea that you were going to show up. Why would you want to?

He was about to go read in his room instead when you came rushing through the doors. Satan’s features immediately brightened when he saw you. You actually came.

“Hi,” you greeted warmly, moving over to the couch and sitting down next to Satan again. “Hi,” he replied, sounding more confident this time. “How was your day?” you asked him and he looked surprised by the question. You seemed honestly interested in knowing.

“It was good,” he replied. “Good,” you told him, flashing him a smile before opening your book and continuing to read. You two sat in silence for a while, your eyes scanning over the pages. Until suddenly you heard Satan mutter, “That can’t be.”

You tore your eyes away from your book to look up at the demon. You could tell by the look of the book about which part he had gotten to and a small smirk fell to your lips. It was one of your favorite parts.

You continued reading and a little while later you let out a small gasp. One of your favorite characters had died and no one knew what happened. Satan raised an eyebrow at the sound you had made and you looked up at him.

“She’s dead,” you told him. He watched you as your eyes rescanned the page, softly biting on your bottom lip as thoughts began running rampant through your head. Satan let his eyes trail to your bottom lip, letting himself get distracted at the ideas of how he would bite it.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts before looking back at your eyes. He could tell your head was spinning with theories. He smirked slightly before asking, “What are you thinking about?” “I’m trying to figure out who killed her,” you replied.

“Who? The book deems it a suicide,” Satan replied. “Yeah, but that doesn’t add up. I mean first of all, she was found in a location that she had no business being in. Not to mention, to get there, someone would have had to let her in. She had a phobia of guns and yet that’s the weapon that was used. And on top of all of that, she had no history of depression, and she had just gotten a huge promotion at her job that she’s been working towards for years,” you explained.

“So, you think she was murdered?” Satan questioned, his smirk growing even more. “Yes, and if I had to guess who did it, I would say it was the boyfriend,” you replied, your eyes returning to the pages. A look of adoration shone through Satan’s green eyes as he looked at you, knowing you were absolutely correct. He couldn’t wait for you to find out.

He continued to read his book, stopping briefly every so often to clarify things with you about the human world that he was unfamiliar with. You were happy to share the information you had with him. Just as he was happy to do the same for you when it came to Devildom.

The night was drawing to a close and you were so close to finishing the book. You had to pay attention to the clock this time after promising Lucifer you would make sure to be in your room by curfew. You felt like you were racing against the clock to try and finish the book. Satan noticed what you were doing and couldn’t help but watch in amusement. He was curious if you would manage to pull it off.

Your eyes read the last few words on the page and you smiled as you excitedly said, “I knew it!” Satan let out a small laugh as you closed the book, a small blush coating your cheeks. “Sorry,” you muttered. “Don’t be. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else who guessed it was a murder and guessed who did it. Well...anyone but me,” Satan replied.

You smiled and opened your mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly you realized the time. “Uh oh,” you whispered. “You should get back to your room,” Satan told you. You nodded your head and wished him a good night before heading off to your room, going to bed with a smile on your face.

Satan didn’t see you for the next few days and he was starting to worry that maybe you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore. He decided to read in his room for the night, not expecting you to show up at the library.

He had just gotten comfortable when there was suddenly a knock on his door. He was slightly irritated, expecting it to be one of his brothers with an insignificant reason as to why they were interrupting his time. But, when he opened the door, he saw you standing there, holding something behind your back.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” you asked, your smile faltering just a bit. “Not at all,” he replied, surprised at how relieved he felt just to see you. “I got you a present,” you told him, holding out a book. Satan felt a whole new emotion rise up in him as he took the book from you and read the title. It was the second book to the one he had recommended you read. He had told you he never got the chance to read it himself. “They only had one copy, so I was wondering if you wanted to read it with me,” you said, a bit nervously, avoiding his gaze.

Satan smiled - a genuine smile - before his eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d love to,” he told you and your eyes finally met his. You took his hand in yours and his cheeks felt warm as you led him to the library.

When you got there, Satan sat down on the couch and you sat down next to him. You had to sit very close so you could both read the book, but you tried to be respectful of his space. Satan was blushing, looking very flustered, but opened the book.

You each began reading, your paces matching perfectly - as if you were meant to read together. Your reactions fed off of each other and you noticed yourself relaxing to Satan, your body pressing a bit further into him.

Your movement made him pause for a moment, his heart racing at an unbelievable pace as you sat next to him. But, he noticed that, for some reason, being this close to you felt undeniably right.

It had gotten late and you had just finished a chapter so you suggested you go to bed and pick up tomorrow. You got up first and then Satan got up as well, marking the spot with a bookmark. “See you tomorrow!” you told him, chastely pressing your lips to his cheek before bounding off to your room.

Satan stood there, frozen in shock, before gently pressing his fingers to the spot where your lips had touched him. Had you meant to do that? It felt so natural. As if you had done it a thousand times. Satan tried to get his breathing under control as he went back to his room for the night.

The next day, you woke up with so much excitement to see Satan again. You couldn’t wait to continue the story. But, the other demon brothers had different plans. They had you go with them to run some errands. You weren’t super happy about it, but complied. You texted Satan to let him know you would be late and ran around town with the others.

When you got back to the House of Lamentation, you were exhausted but still intent on seeing Satan. You went to the library and smiled when you saw that he was there, reading a different book to pass time.

“Hi,” you said, collapsing onto the couch next to him. He noticed your tired look and asked, “Are you okay?” You nodded your head before telling him, “Just tired. Your brothers wore me out today.” A slight frown formed as Satan suggested, “We could just pick the story up tomorrow, if you’d rather.”

You wanted to spend time with Satan so you quickly shook your head no. But, you doubted you would be able to keep up with his pace tonight. Suddenly, an idea came to your mind. “Would you read it to me?”

Satan was slightly taken aback by your question but agreed to it. You settled into his side, keeping your eyes on the book, even though he was reading the words out loud to you. He had one of his arms around you to properly hold the book.

He was in the middle of the sentence when suddenly, he forgot how to read. Or maybe he forgot how to speak. Because suddenly your head had fallen to his chest. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down and noticed you were fast asleep. Panic set in as he tried to figure out what he should do. Should he wake you? You looked so peaceful sleeping though. Would you be mad if he let you sleep on him? Surely not, right?

Satan set the book down and shifted a bit so you both sat more comfortably on the couch. Upon moving, you moved your arm to wrap around his torso as you nuzzled further into his chest. Satan was so thankful that you were asleep so that you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing or how nervous you made him.

He was able to reach a nearby blanket and carefully draped it over you before letting his arms hold you. He decided that even if there was another war happening outside, he was not going to move from this position. Soon, he fell asleep as well.

You woke up the next morning, feeling something warm pressed against you. You fluttered your eyes open and noticed that it was Satan. You looked around and realized you had fallen asleep on him in the library. You blushed and moved slightly, waking him. “Good morning,” he mumbled, his deep, groggy voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good morning,” you replied, moving to a sitting position. Satan immediately missed your warmth. He expected you to yell at him for not waking you up sooner, but instead you just smiled and asked him if he wanted to have breakfast with you.

There was no school today so you had the whole day to yourselves. You had a nice breakfast together, surprised that the other brothers weren’t there. Then, Satan didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted to do before you were both making your way back to the library.

You spent the next few hours reading the book, each of your own theories spinning in your head about who the murderer was. “It’s the spouse again,” Satan stated with confidence. You disagreed. “No, it’s the sister!” you argued. Satan looked borderline offended that you had proposed that idea. “Where did you even get that idea?” he asked. “The evidence is all over the book,” you replied. “No, it’s clear the spouse has struck yet again.”

“Fine, keep reading. I’ll prove you wrong,” you replied, a smirk on your face. Few had ever dared to challenge the Avatar of Wrath, and something about the way you challenged him made him all the more excited.

The two of you continued to read the book, grasping on to every word until you got to the last chapter. You sat closer to Satan, your attention completely on the book as the two of you read the ending. “So…,” he began. “It was the sister and the spouse,” you muttered. This was a turn of events. “So, we were both right,” he stated. A small pout formed on your lips. “I really wanted to prove you wrong,” you said, crossing your arms in disappointment.

Satan looked at your expression and couldn’t help but notice how adorable you looked right now. Without thinking, he gently rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip that was jutted out in mock sadness. Your heart stopped beating as it brushed over your lip. You stared at Satan in shock as tension filled the air between the two of you.

Satan blinked a couple of times before realizing what he just did. A blush immediately graced his cheeks as he pulled his hand away from you. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking anywhere but you. He didn’t even want to begin to think what you must think of him after that.

He moved to stand up, but you were quick to action. “Wait,” you said softly placing a hand on his arm, keeping him in his place. He looked at you in shock, waiting for you to say something; but, you had no words.

Instead, you leaned forward, placing your lips on his in a gentle kiss. Satan felt a wave of emotions. His mind began racing with thoughts as his body reacted to the kiss on its own. He had read about it before, but he never truly understood until now…this was…love.

As soon as he realized what the feeling was, he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more. He needed more. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling either side of him as he gently cupped your cheeks with his hands.

He pulled away for a moment, looking into your eyes. He silently asked if it was okay for the two of you to continue and you answered his question by reconnecting your lips. You settled your hips on him as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.

Satan let out a small gasp at the feeling and you took the opportunity to insert your tongue into his mouth, doing everything in your power to please Satan. This was all new to him. He never had someone he felt this way about.

He wrapped his own hand in your hair as he bit your lower lip - something he had been wanting to do since that day he saw you gently bringing it in between your own teeth. The once quiet and shy bookworm was now experiencing a new side of himself and you were loving it.

He entangled his fingers into your hair even more, tugging on it enough to not hurt you but to jerk your head back, exposing your neck to him. He stared at it for a moment, admiring it, before placing sloppy kisses on it. He used his tongue to try and taste every inch of your neck before deciding on a slightly more dangerous option and he began sucking and biting the delicate skin.

You let out a small moan as he reached a particularly sensitive spot and Satan’s eyes widened. It was a simple moan - a taste of what was in store if the two of you continued. But it sent him over the edge.

He pulled away suddenly and you let out a small whimper, immediately missing the feeling of his lips. You dropped your head back down and made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with lust and excitement that only turned you on more.

“Do you want to go to my room for the night?” he asked you simply. It was an innocent question, but it implied far less innocent actions. You nodded your head, immediately getting off of Satan. The two of you had smiles plastered on your face as he led you to his room.

As soon as the both of you were in, you shut the door and he pressed you up against it, no longer able to control his lust. He immediately began kissing you, but it wasn’t like before. These kisses were desperate - needy.

You pulled him close, deepening the kiss, before deciding to roll your hips against his. He let out a groan against your lips, the simple motion eliciting a surprising amount of pleasure. You helped him pull off his shirt and your hands immediately began exploring his chest and abdomen, appreciating how fit he was.

You pushed him towards the bed and Satan sat down with you straddling him once again. This time, it was your turn to begin kissing down his neck, leaving your own love marks. Satan relished in the feeling of your lips on his skin; and, when he had enough, he flipped the two of you so that he was back in control.

He quickly removed your shirt, taking a moment to fully take in your beauty before going back to his mission of pleasuring you. His hands reached behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as he unhooked your bra.

Then his lips and hands were caressing every part of your chest. He wanted to mark you as his as much as possible, making sure to place a kiss on every part he marked. The feelings his mouth and hands gave you were something you had never felt before - and, it left you craving for more.

Your hips involuntarily rolled against his again and Satan let out a small chuckle. He was just happy you were wanting him as badly as he was wanting you.

He carefully undid your pants before sliding them down, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Satan stroked the soft skin of your thighs before positioning himself in front of you. He bent down and began kissing and licking up the inner part of your thighs and you let out a few more moans, his mouth getting so close to where you wanted him more than anything.

He placed another kiss on your mound, over the panties, and you were sure that at this point, they were ruined. “Satan,” you moaned out. You were tired of the teasing. You wanted him - all of him.

Satan’s heart stopped beating as you moaned out his name. It had to be his favorite sound he has ever heard. He quickly removed your panties before taking off his own pants and boxers. He kissed back up your body, his hands freely roaming, before he locked eyes with you - once again silently asking you a question.

You gave him a small nod of your head and he kissed you passionately as he finally thrusted into you. His mind was clouded at the feeling of how tight you felt around him, and you were lost in the feeling of how good he felt inside you.

He slowly began moving, continuing to kiss you as he mumbled against your lips. You felt so fucking good. His thrusts became quicker and quicker as the room began filling with both of your moans. You gripped his back roughly, your nails threatening to leave scratch marks as you felt you yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

Satan intertwined your fingers with his as he knew you were close. You moaned out his name one more time and he pulled you close as he finally let himself release. You followed shortly after, the noise in the room being reduced to heavy pants as you both came down from your high.

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When Satan woke up the next morning, he was surprised to feel a warmth sleeping next to him. His eyes fluttered open and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw you there. Memories flashed through his mind of him marking you as his, and he would gladly do it over and over again.

His eyes trailed down from your face to your chest and he noticed that you were wearing his sweater. You must have put it on at some point during the night.

He wanted to do something nice for you. Something to show you that you meant something to him. His mind went back to his books and he recalled how some significant others would cook their spouses breakfast to signify their night together.

Satan thought it was a good idea, so he snuck downstairs and did his best to recreate some of the human breakfast options he had read about. When he was satisfied with what he had made, he brought it upstairs to his room.

He quietly entered the room and set the tray on the bed before leaning in closer to you. Why did you always have to look so adorable? He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You felt a smile forming on your face as you slowly opened your eyes to see your favorite demon sitting in front of you.

“Good morning,” you said groggily, remembering everything that had happened last night. “I made you breakfast,” Satan told you, a small smile resting on his features. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you quickly sat up, looking at the tray.

You felt your heart swell with joy and you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you,” you told him, before pulling back. He gave you a small nod, the blush on his cheeks still present as he brought the tray in between the two of you.

Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to.

You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”

Satan smiled softly at you before replying, "I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

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jhdyuiee · 2 days ago

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Red is for Love

ꨄ︎ pairing: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader

ꨄ︎ warning/tags: smut!, unprotected sex, multiple positions/orgasms, oral (m receiving), kissing/making out, dirty talk, food play, breast play, smacking, rough jae, pet names/name calling

ꨄ︎ w.c: 1.7k

ꨄ︎ a.n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEHYUN MY BELOVED! 🤍

“so, what do you think?,” you asked the man in front of you, jaehyun, who had his eyes trained on you and every curve of your body.

you were decked out in a new lingerie set, a red one you’d purchased recently. not only to commemorate valentines, but jaehyun’s birthday as well. you were like a beautifully wrapped gift.

wearing a laced bra that had hearts carved in your nipple area, a thin laced thong, and a garter belt attached with red tights. purely decked in red— in love.

“fuck…” jaehyun sultry groans.

he clenched his fist, trying not to get easily tempted by you. but you were just too alluring to him.

“come on, let me give you one last treat,” you playfully said as you sank to your knees.

you held eye contact with jaehyun, your hands working their way to his zipper. you tease his member through his pants, feeling it hardened already. your hands go to unbutton and unzip his pants, pulling his briefs down as well until his member is out and free.

you inched your face closer, getting the delicious whiff of him, sliding your tongue from his balls to his tip. jaehyun’s hands, too, slowly made their way to your hair— gripping a fist of hair.

your moans vibrated along his member as you tried fitting him inside your mouth, your teeth barely grazing him. and once you bottomed him, you began moving your mouth along his member even quicker. jaehyun uses his hands to guide you.

you flutter your eyes to get a sight of jaehyun, a beautiful sight of him falling apart just by feeling your mouth engulfing his cock. your cheeks hollow with the deeper and quicker you took him in your mouth, occasionally bringing your tongue to lick alongside his shaft.

“shit, feels good baby,” jaehyun groans. “but p-please come here.”

jaehyun tries calling you over, but you’re too lost in his cock and making him feel good. you could tell he was almost close by the way he twitched inside your mouth. you couldn’t stop now.

“fuck, i told you, come here,” jaehyun says more aggressively.

and when you don't, he grips your hair tighter and removes you from sucking him off. you whined, pouted up at the man with tear stained eyes.

“such a cock slut, you can’t be away from it for one second,” jaehyun chuckles.

god, you loved this side of him. the side he showed nobody, but you. it turned you on, your cunt twitching at his rough words.

“how can i? i mean look at it,” you replied, kissing his cock repeatedly while maintaining eye contact with him.

he sucks in a breath, shutting his eyes for a split moment. “lap,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear.

and you knew better than to keep him waiting, but something within you couldn’t stop from teasing his cock one last time. stroking it with your hand, licking up his pre-cum one last time before you gave in and straddled his lap.

jaehyun had you right where he wanted, his fingers digging into your hips before going to the curve of your ass. his fingers fondled your ass, stretching your cheeks apart before bringing a hand to roughly smack you, jolting you forward. your arms around his neck as he repeats the action until your ass is nothing but a deep shade of red.

“look at me,” he whispers into your ear.

you moaned, biting your bottom lip as you locked eyes with him. he lunges forward, lips pressing on yours and tongue intruding in. the kiss is nothing but a mess, sloppy exploring inside one another.

all the while his hand touches your thong, pulling it up and you begin bucking your hips as you find the pleasurable sensation he’s giving you just from using your panties. you moaned into his mouth, growing wetter and hungrier to get him inside you.

“pl-please!” you begged, “pu-put it inside.”

jaehyun smiles as he continues devouring you, letting go of your panties– whining at the loss of sensation. you feel his hardened member rubbing you from the back of your ass, feeling his pre-cum too and the way he twitched.

“someone’s eagered,” you teased, pulling away from him.

your hand reaches behind, finding his cock. you lift yourself up, removing your panties first before lining yourself up with his cock. his tip slowly going inside, his cock stretching out and fitting snugly inside you.

jaehyun throws his head back on the couch as he feels your gummy walls hug him tightly. your pussy too addicting already.

you lift yourself up and down his cock, moaning louder with ever thrust. jaehyun just watches intensely, eyes moving from your pleasured face to where you two connected. his fingers making crescent moons on the fat of your ass.

jaehyun helps you on his cock, helping you bounce more quicker on his cock. your tits bouncing along with you, enticing jaehyun. he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his mouth around your nipple, teeth biting down on your areolas. even the laced bra couldn’t stop him from marking you, the fabric slightly tearing from his bites. yet that was the least of your concerns right now.

his cock began twitching inside you, and your pussy tightened around him even more.

“jae-jaehyun,” you moaned his name, hand going to grip his hair.

he looks up from where he played with your tits, eyes fully lustful. “cum baby, let me feel you around my cock,” he groans.

he helps you, fucking into your harder. shouting his name shortly after as you felt yourself release around his cock, jaehyun followed in suit shortly after when he felt how deliciously you wrapped around his cock from your orgasm.

you fall onto him, wrapping your arms around him. your and his pants are the only sound in the room. yet you couldn’t even relax for a minute before you felt jaehyun lift you up.

“wh-what?” you questioned confusedly.

jaehyun doesn’t answer, holding you in his arms with his cock still attached inside you. it wasn’t until he finally laid you down on a cool surface that you realized where you were: the dining table.

you laid there, feeling as jaehyun began taking himself out of your sweet cunt. “mmm,” you whined as you no longer felt him inside you.

jaehyun leaves for a while, walking to his right. you watched from where you laid, watched as he grabbed the birthday cake that was still on the table. jaehyun brings it over, looking down on you. and just when you were going to question what he was going to do with it, he swipes his finger on some frosting and brings it to your nipple. he does the same to the other nipple, coating you in cake frosting before putting the cake back down on the table.

walking back over to you, he pries your legs open. he holds you with his hands, slipping himself back inside. you arched your back off the table, his thrusting going in deep and hard. his tip hitting your cervix, kissing it with every thirst he gives you.

jaehyun bends down, still thrusting, mouth wrapping around your frosting-coveered tit to lick it up. his saliva dripping down the side as he devours your tit, kissing his way to the other one, giving it the same treatment. his hand moving under you, unhooking your bra and removing it.

your tits bounced in his face as he continued thrusting into you. he couldn’t stop his mouth from finding your tits again, squeezing them together as he flicked your areolas. Pouding even harder, fucking you into the table, you wrapped your legs around him.

his fingers going down to your clit, rubbing the neglected bud. and before you knew it you released once more around him. you cling to him through your orgasm, chanting his name and mindlessly kissing his face.

jaehyun too meets his high not long after, coating your walls white once more. his cum was spilling from your pussy, you’d been overstuffed. the sight only turned jaehyun on all the more, he wasn’t close to stopping.

he has you against the wall, your hands against the wall as you bended over for him. his hands rub your ass gently, spreading your cheeks apart so he could go inside. the spilled cum, getting pushed back inside.

his fingers gripping onto your waist as he thrust into you, tip finding your g-spot. his thrust quickened, shoving himself into you deeper until he hit your womb.

your legs grew weak, buckling inward. it didn’t take much until you collapsed on the floor, jaehyun still fucking you from behind. he held you up, and leaned in. he kisses on your exposed neck, marking you down your back.

jaehyun returns behind you, skin slapping throughout the room. his pace is not faltering as he continues to abuse your insides. and at this point you’ve damned lost yourself. you were nothing but a moaning, crying mess that unraveled at the sensation of his cock.

“i’m cu-cuming,” you moan.

jaehyun feels your walls clench, his own cock twitching. he slaps your ass, it jiggles from the impact of his hand and thrust. a sight for sore eyes.

“cum with me baby,” he whispers into your ear.

“fu-fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back as you gushed around his cock again and he painted you with his seed.

your body trembled underneath him, overstimulated cunt quivering. jaehyun slips out, his cum spilling out in loads.

he grabs hold of you, barely consciously feeling as he carries you to the bedroom. he lays you down on the bed before it dips down on his weight.

jaehyun’s lips find yours as he kisses you with much heat and possessiveness. you, too, mindlessly explore his mouth. your tiredness soon becomes a distant feeling as you two soon keep going at it, round after round.

his sweet birthday surprise lasting until the next morning. and by the times you two finally hit the sheets, you were stuffed, overloaded, with his seed.

and unbeknownst to you and jaehyun, a new life had just been conceived. jaehyun’s final gift– well made– our child.

2025. 02. 16

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honeyryewhiskey · 22 hours ago

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do not touch the exhibits ! (unless you’re sam winchester)

synopsis ! you work at a quiet museum with stanford!sam, and it’s not unusual for you to find something a little more fun for the two of you to get up to during your shifts

warnings ! smut, 18+, fem!reader, p in v, risk of getting caught, finishes inside (bc pregnancy doesn’t exist in fanfic until i say it does)

j’s note ! this is my first sam fic !!!! i’m actually running around and screaming bc i got this idea earlier today at job 1 and wrote it on the clock at job 2 heheee i think i’ll do more with sam and reader working in the museum bc it’s just tewwww good not to

1k words

The buzz of his phone pulls his attention from the textbook spread open in front of him.

you: bet you can’t find me.

Sam huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. You’re supposed to be restocking the gift shop, but clearly, you’ve decided to make your own fun. His thumbs move over the keyboard:

sam: i’m working. like you should be.

Seconds later, another buzz. This time, it’s just a picture—blurry, dimly lit, but unmistakable. The soft golden glow of the Egyptian wing, where the lights stay low to preserve the artifacts.

you: come and get me, winchester.

He chews his bottom lip, glancing toward the vacant entrance as he rolls the thought around in his head. You’re going to be the death of him—or at least the reason he gets fired from this job. Either way, the book is already forgotten as he slips out from behind the front desk.

The museum is quiet as he moves through the halls, like it always is. You’ve done this before—once hiding behind the woolly mammoth skeleton, another time tucked between the shelves in the archives. And yet, every time, it still hits him the same way.

That flutter in his chest. The quiet thrill of the chase.

You’ve become a magnetic pull he can’t shake—not that he really wants to.

When he steps into the large room dedicated to the larger Egyptian displays, the air is cooler. Quiet. He takes a moment to scan the room, and just as he’s about to move on—he sees it. The faintest glimpse of your shoe peeking out from behind a towering sarcophagus display.

“Gotcha,” he mumbles, already moving.

Before you can slip away, Sam’s hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you out from your hiding spot and against his chest. The sharp, surprised giggle you let out echoes faintly, and he grins, watching you through his lashes.

“You’re supposed to be working,” he chides, but his voice is softer, rougher than before.

“I got bored,” you tease, tilting your chin up at him, your palms sneaking up over his chest. “And you looked like you needed a break.”

His hands settle on your waist, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt—warm against your skin. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” you breathe, tugging him back with you until your back presses against the cold stone of the exhibit wall.

His mouth is on you before you can say anything else—slow and deep, like he’s been waiting all day for this exact moment. One of his hands trails up your side beneath your shirt, his hips press against yours. You bite back a sound when he leans lower, his mouth dragging along the line of your jaw, his breath warm in your ear.

“You like making me chase you, don’t you?” he murmurs, the dark tone of his voice makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

He releases a hand to slip past your skirt and between your legs, his thick fingers rolling over your panties, already wet from anticipating his touch. Your mouth pops open as a hushed moan leaves your lips.

“I like it when you catch me,” you admit, your fingers already reaching for his belt, fumbling to get to what you want.

He groans softly, tilting your head back with his thumb as his lips find yours again—this time rougher, more desperate.

Your hand slips past his open jeans as you rub your palm against his hardened length. His strong arms find your thighs, hoisting you up until he has you pressed between him and the wall.

He helps you maneuver your hips, alighting your heat with his tip, but his focus is on kissing you breathless. His lips lead yours, his love for control evident in the way he takes charge over your needy mouth.

“Sam,” you whine against him, rolling your hips, urging him to give you more.

“Shh,” he hushes you with a laugh that makes you squirm again, his tip pressing against your slick folds, “someone’ll hear you.”

You’re ready to bite back with a smart remark but it gets caught in your throat as he thrusts himself inside. It’s a relief that’s edged with the slight pain of his full length stretching you out.

Your legs tighten around him, making Sam bite back a groan and bury his face in the crook of your neck. His hands steady your hips as he takes claim over your throbbing core, fucking you into the wall with greed.

Your heavy breathes quietly echo off the stone walls, thank god this place never gets more than a handful of visitors a day.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind your ear as he thrusts into you harder.

His tip rocks into your sweet spot, coaxing your release with each rock of his hips against yours.

“Sam—” your breath catches in your throat as tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Your core tightens before the wave of release pools over. You’re biting your lip to muffle the sounds stuck in your throat. Quiet whimpers saved just for his ears, and the sounds push Sam over the edge.

He’s mumbling curses into your shoulder as his hips sputter, finishing inside of you until the wet sounds of his lazy thrusts are echoing in the dimly lit exhibit.

He holds you against him for a moment, chests rising and falling unevenly against one another—when the museum radios crackle to life.

“Hey, uh…who’s ’spose to be up front?”

The voice breaks the spell instantly. Sam curses under his breath, dropping his forehead against yours as he reaches for the radio hanging off his belt.

He takes a deep breath, winking at you with a coy smile as he raises the black device to his lips.

“I’m—uh—I’m in the storage room,” he lies smoothly, though his voice is still rough around the edges.

A pause. Then, “Well, can you come cover the desk? Got a couple visitors coming in.”

“On my way,” Sam replies, gently removing himself from you and placing you back onto the floor. Your legs feel weak as you adjust your clothes, trying to hide any evidence of this little break you’ve shared.

Sam finishes clicking his belt, stepping out from your hiding spot. But before he can walk away, you catch his hand and tug him back for one last kiss—short, sweet.

“Later,” you promise, your smile all kinds of wicked as you slip past him, leaving him to compose himself before heading back.

Sam just watches you go, dragging a hand through his hair and muttering to himself—because he knows this will happen again, and he can’t fucking wait.

tags <3 @titsout4jackles @daylighted @deansbeer @jollyhunter @soldiersgirl @ultravi0lence14 @dulcescorderitas

#sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester smut #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x fem!reader

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gottencents · 2 days ago

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Casual PT.4 - Yu Jimin

part one. | part two. | part three.

pairing. mean girl!karina x star soccer player!reader

synopsis. at Changryeo University, Yu Jimin or just Karina is the ultimate “mean rich girl” — popular, wealthy, and always seeking ways to stay on top. After setting her sights on Sunghoon, the charming soccer captain, Karina shifts her focus to Y/N, an up-and-coming soccer star with an unexpected breakout season. Unlike the polished Sunghoon, Y/N is more of an outsider who got by on talent but doesn’t fit the typical college elite mold. Realizing that Y/N is the only one who doesn’t care about the social hierarchy, Karina proposes a deal: they’ll fake date so Karina can boost her popularity, while Y/N gets protection from relentless attention. Reluctantly, Y/N agrees, and the two navigate a world of social manipulation, only to find that their fake relationship might lead to something more real than either expected.

The ride home from Karina’s parents’ house felt lighter than Y/N had anticipated. The lingering nerves from the evening had finally dissolved, replaced by a warm sense of belonging. Karina hummed softly along with the radio as she drove, her hand resting comfortably on Y/N’s thigh.

“You were perfect,” Karina said, breaking the peaceful silence. “I knew they’d love you.”

Y/N chuckled, leaning back in her seat. “You think? I was sure I said at least three awkward things.”

“You were charming,” Karina reassured her. “Even when you nearly knocked over the water pitcher.”

Y/N groaned, covering her face. “I was hoping we could forget that.”

“Never,” Karina teased, her eyes glinting with mischief. “It was adorable.”

As the car pulled into Y/N’s building, Karina parked and turned toward her, her expression softening. “I’m really proud of you. I know tonight wasn’t easy.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the weight of Karina’s words. “Thanks. It actually felt… nice. I liked seeing that side of your life.”

“You’ll be seeing more of it,” Karina promised, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “You’re stuck with me now.”

Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment. “I guess I can live with that.”

They lingered for a second longer before Y/N reluctantly opened the car door. Karina followed her out, walking her to the entrance of the building. The air was crisp, the quiet hum of the city night wrapping around them like a soft blanket.

Just as Y/N was about to say goodnight, Karina’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Everything okay?” Y/N asked.

Karina hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. It’s just work stuff. I’ll handle it later.”

Y/N raised a brow. “You sure? You can take it if it’s urgent.”

“It’s nothing that can’t wait,” Karina said quickly, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

Y/N studied her for a moment, sensing something just beneath the surface. But before she could press further, Karina leaned in, capturing Y/N’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss that left no room for questions.

“Goodnight, baby,” Karina whispered against her lips.

“Goodnight,” Y/N replied, her voice barely audible.

She watched Karina walk back to her car, her heart full yet tinged with curiosity. Something about that text felt… off. But she trusted Karina, and if it was important, she’d tell her in time.

The next few days felt normal—almost too normal. They kept up their usual routine: meeting for coffee, texting late into the night, and sharing quiet moments in between classes. But every now and then, Y/N noticed that faraway look in Karina’s eyes, like her mind was somewhere else entirely.

It wasn’t until Friday evening that things started to unravel.

Y/N had invited Karina over for dinner, wanting to spend a quiet night together after a busy week. She was just finishing up cooking when there was a knock on the door. Karina walked in, her expression more tense than usual.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted, wiping her hands on a towel. “Everything okay?”

Karina forced a smile. “Yeah. Just a long day.”

Y/N frowned. “Are you sure? You’ve been a little distracted lately.”

Karina hesitated, her eyes darting away for a brief moment. “It’s just work stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “Karina… you know you can talk to me, right? You don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

Karina let out a breath, running a hand through her hair. “I know. I just—” She stopped herself, biting her lip. “It’s not that simple.”

Y/N stepped closer, gently taking Karina’s hands in hers. “It doesn’t have to be simple. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

Karina looked at her, conflict swirling in her eyes. “There’s just… a lot going on right now. Work, family stuff—it’s all piling up. I didn’t want to dump it on you.”

Y/N’s grip tightened. “You’re not dumping anything on me. We’re in this together, remember?”

Karina exhaled, her shoulders relaxing just a little. “I know. I’m sorry if I’ve been distant. It’s just been hard to juggle everything lately.”

Y/N nodded, brushing her thumb over Karina’s knuckles. “We’ll get through it. One step at a time.”

For the first time in days, Karina’s smile felt real, not forced. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“You bribed me with coffee,” Y/N said with a playful grin.

Karina laughed softly, the tension in the room finally breaking. “Ah, right. My greatest strategy.”

They settled into dinner, the heaviness of the past few days slowly fading into the background. But even as they laughed and talked, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something bigger.

And she was ready—whatever it was, she wasn’t going anywhere.

The weekend passed in a blur, but something about Karina still felt… distant. Y/N tried to shake the thought, telling herself that Karina was just stressed. After all, life could get overwhelming sometimes. It didn’t mean anything deeper was wrong.

Still, the feeling lingered, gnawing at her in the quiet moments.

By Monday, the tension between them was subtle but undeniable. Karina seemed present but distracted, and Y/N could feel herself slipping into her own head, overthinking every little thing. That evening, they had plans to grab dinner at a casual restaurant near campus, but the energy between them was noticeably off.

The restaurant buzzed with life—clinking glasses, laughter, and the smell of fresh food—but Y/N felt like she and Karina were in a bubble of silence.

“You okay?” Y/N asked as they waited for their food, her voice careful but steady.

Karina glanced up from her phone, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, why?”

“You just seem… elsewhere lately,” Y/N said, trying not to sound accusatory. “I’m starting to wonder if something’s wrong and you’re not telling me.”

Karina sighed, placing her phone facedown on the table. “It’s not like that. I’m just handling a lot right now. I didn’t want it to spill over into us.”

“But it is,” Y/N said gently. “You don’t have to go through things alone, Karina. I’m right here. If something’s bothering you, I want to know.”

Karina tapped her fingers on the table, eyes flickering with hesitation. “It’s work,” she admitted. “There’s a project I’m involved in, and it’s complicated. There’s pressure from my team, and I feel like no matter how hard I try, it’s never enough.”

Y/N relaxed slightly, relieved that Karina was finally opening up. “Why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?”

“I didn’t want to drag you into my stress,” Karina confessed. “I know you’ve got enough on your plate. The last thing I want is to weigh you down.”

“You’re not weighing me down,” Y/N said firmly. “Relationships are about sharing the load, right? If something’s heavy, we carry it together.”

Karina’s eyes softened, her expression a mix of gratitude and relief. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” Y/N said with a small laugh. “But you’re worth the effort.”

Their conversation was interrupted when the waiter set their plates down, and the tension seemed to lighten a little more as they dug into their food. Y/N felt like they’d taken a step forward, but she couldn’t help but notice that Karina’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Later that night, Y/N lay in bed, staring at her ceiling. The conversation had gone well—or at least, it had felt like progress—but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more Karina wasn’t saying. Something deeper.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her out of her thoughts. She grabbed it, smiling softly when she saw Karina’s name on the screen.

Karina: Thank you for tonight. I really needed that.

Y/N: Always. You know I’m here, right? No matter what.

Karina: I know. Sleep well, baby.

Y/N placed her phone back on the nightstand, her heart warm but still slightly uneasy.

She trusted Karina. But trust didn’t always silence the questions.

The next day, Y/N was on her way to meet Karina for coffee when she spotted her standing outside the café… talking to a tall, sharply dressed woman Y/N didn’t recognize. The woman was leaning in close, her hand resting lightly on Karina’s arm as they spoke in hushed tones.

Y/N’s steps slowed, her stomach twisting.

Who was that?

Karina didn’t notice her at first, too engrossed in the conversation. The woman said something that made Karina laugh—a soft, genuine laugh Y/N hadn’t heard in days.

Y/N cleared her throat as she approached, trying to shake off the sudden spike of jealousy rising in her chest.

“Hey,” she greeted, keeping her voice casual.

Karina’s eyes snapped to her, surprise flashing across her face. “Y/N! Hey, I was just—”

The woman beside her turned, offering Y/N a polite smile. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Y/N nodded slowly, studying her. “And you are…?”

“Yujin,” the woman said, extending her hand. “I work with Karina.”

Y/N shook her hand, her smile tight. “Nice to meet you.”

Karina shifted on her feet, her eyes darting between Y/N and Yujin. “Yujin was just filling me in on some project updates. Nothing major.”

“Right,” Yujin said with a chuckle. “Nothing major.”

Y/N didn’t miss the way Yujin’s gaze lingered on Karina for a second too long.

“Well, I’ll let you two catch up,” Yujin said, giving Karina a knowing smile before walking off. “See you tomorrow.”

Y/N watched her leave, her chest tightening.

“She seems… friendly,” Y/N said, her tone carefully neutral.

Karina rubbed the back of her neck. “Yeah, she’s… helpful. We’ve been working closely on this project. She’s just really involved, that’s all.”

Y/N nodded, trying to push down the doubt bubbling inside her. “Right.”

Karina reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Hey. Don’t overthink it, okay? There’s nothing to worry about.”

Y/N smiled faintly, but the knot in her chest didn’t loosen.

“I’m not worried,” she said softly. But deep down, she wasn’t sure she believed it.

As they walked into the café together, Y/N tried to shake the feeling that something was shifting between them—something she couldn’t quite put her finger on yet.

But one thing was certain: cracks were beginning to form. And sooner or later, those cracks would have to be confronted.

Y/N woke up the next morning feeling heavy, the previous day’s encounter with Yujin replaying over and over in her mind. She tried to dismiss it, telling herself that it was silly to be jealous. Karina had been nothing but honest with her. And yet… something about Yujin didn’t sit right. It wasn’t what was said—it was what wasn’t.

All morning, Y/N’s thoughts lingered on that smile Yujin had given Karina, the familiarity between them. It felt like she was standing on shaky ground, waiting for the cracks beneath her feet to widen.

By the time she met up with Karina for lunch, she’d decided that she needed to talk about it. Not in an accusatory way—just… clear the air.

Karina was already sitting at their usual table in the campus café, scrolling through her phone. When she saw Y/N approach, her face lit up with that familiar smile that had once been enough to calm all of Y/N’s worries.

But not today.

“Hey, you,” Karina greeted, standing to give Y/N a quick hug.

“Hey,” Y/N said, hugging her back before sitting across from her.

They ordered their food, chatting idly about their morning classes, but Y/N could barely focus. The tension in her chest was building, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to push it aside for much longer.

Finally, she took a deep breath. “Karina… can I ask you something?”

Karina set her fork down, tilting her head slightly. “Of course. What’s up?”

“It’s about Yujin,” Y/N said carefully. “I know you said you’ve been working closely with her, but… is there something I should know?”

Karina blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment before she leaned back in her chair. “What do you mean?”

Y/N hesitated. “It’s just… the way she looked at you yesterday. It felt a little more personal than just work. And you seemed caught off guard when I showed up.”

Karina sighed, crossing her arms. “Y/N, there’s nothing going on between me and Yujin. She’s just a colleague. We’ve spent a lot of time together because of this project, and I guess we’ve gotten… close. But not in the way you’re thinking.”

Y/N nodded slowly, trying to absorb her words. “I’m not accusing you of anything. I trust you. It’s just… I’ve seen how people can blur lines when they work together. I guess it made me feel a little insecure.”

Karina leaned forward, resting her hand on Y/N’s. “You have nothing to be insecure about. Yujin is a great coworker, but that’s all she is. You’re the one I want to be with. You’re the one I care about.”

Y/N felt her chest loosen at Karina’s words, but a small part of her still clung to that lingering doubt.

“I believe you,” Y/N said, squeezing Karina’s hand. “I just needed to hear it from you.”

Karina smiled softly. “I get it. And I’ll do better at making sure you feel secure. We’re in this together, okay?”

Y/N nodded, a smile creeping onto her lips. “Okay.”

The following week felt lighter, like they’d turned a corner. Karina was more attentive, texting Y/N throughout the day, making time for little moments just for the two of them. It was exactly what Y/N needed—a reminder that their relationship was strong, built on something real.

But then, one evening, while Y/N was studying in the library, her phone buzzed with a text.

Yujin: Hey, are you free? I need to talk to you about something important.

Y/N froze, staring at the message. Why would Yujin be texting her? They barely knew each other.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she finally replied.

Y/N: Sure. What’s up?

Yujin: Can we meet in person? It’s better if we talk face to face.

Y/N’s heart started to race. Something told her that whatever Yujin had to say, it wasn’t going to be good.

Y/N: Okay. Where do you want to meet?

Yujin: The coffee shop on 5th. See you in 20 minutes.

Y/N grabbed her things, her mind spinning with possibilities. What could Yujin possibly want to talk about?

As she walked to the coffee shop, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a turning point—one that could change everything.

When she arrived, Yujin was already there, sitting at a table near the window. She looked up as Y/N walked in, offering a small, almost hesitant smile.

“Thanks for coming,” Yujin said as Y/N sat down across from her.

“Of course,” Y/N said, folding her hands on the table. “What’s going on?”

Yujin took a deep breath, her eyes serious. “I didn’t want to get involved, but… I think you deserve to know the truth about Karina and me.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold.

“What truth?”

Yujin leaned in slightly, her voice low. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together—too much time. And I think… Karina might have feelings for me.”

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the gut.

“She hasn’t said it outright,” Yujin continued, “but the way she looks at me, the way she confides in me… it’s more than just friendship. I thought you should know before it gets any more complicated.”

Y/N sat there, stunned into silence. Her mind screamed that it wasn’t true, that Karina loved her, that Yujin was just reading into things.

But the doubt she’d buried deep inside was back, louder than ever.

“I thought you should know,” Yujin said again, her eyes filled with something that almost looked like pity.

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. “Thanks for telling me.”

She stood up, barely remembering how she got out of the coffee shop, her thoughts a chaotic mess.

Was it true?

Had she been blind to something that was right in front of her?

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. It was a text from Karina.

Karina: Miss you. Want to grab dinner later?

Y/N stared at the message, her heart aching. She had a choice to make—confront Karina or walk away without knowing the full story.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N wasn’t sure what the right choice was.

Y/N didn’t reply to Karina’s message. She couldn’t. The weight of Yujin’s words sat in her chest like a stone, suffocating and relentless. The walk back to her apartment felt longer than usual, her thoughts spiraling with questions she didn’t want to answer.

Was Yujin lying? Exaggerating? Or had Y/N truly been naive, ignoring what had been in front of her all along?

Her phone buzzed again. Another text from Karina.

Karina: Everything okay? You’ve been quiet.

Y/N stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. She could just brush it off, pretend everything was fine. But she couldn’t shake the echo of Yujin’s voice. “I think Karina might have feelings for me.”

Instead of replying, Y/N shoved her phone into her pocket and locked her door behind her, sinking onto the couch. Her mind played through every interaction Karina had ever had with Yujin, searching for signs—something she’d missed.

Her breath hitched. There were moments. Fleeting, almost insignificant, but in hindsight… they felt different now. The late nights Karina spent with Yujin at the library. The way Karina’s face lit up when Yujin walked into the room.

Y/N pressed her hands to her face, trying to push the thoughts away, but it was useless.

Hours passed, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting her apartment in shadows. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

She needed answers.

Her fingers trembled as she typed out a message.

Y/N: Can we talk?

The response came almost immediately.

Karina: Of course. I’ll come over.

It didn’t take long for Karina to arrive. The moment Y/N opened the door, Karina’s face lit up with that familiar warmth. But Y/N couldn’t return the smile.

“Hey,” Karina said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Is everything okay? You seem off.”

Y/N crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. “I ran into Yujin today.”

Karina blinked, her smile fading. “Oh?”

“She said some interesting things.” Y/N’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that she couldn’t hide. “She told me I deserve to know the truth. About you and her.”

Karina’s eyes widened, her posture stiffening. “Y/N—”

“She said you might have feelings for her,” Y/N continued, cutting Karina off. “That the way you look at her, the way you confide in her… it’s more than just friendship.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Karina opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. That hesitation—that split second of silence—felt like confirmation.

Y/N’s heart broke a little more.

“Is it true?” Y/N asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“No,” Karina said quickly, stepping closer. “It’s not like that. Yujin’s misunderstanding everything. I care about her as a friend, but that’s all. I swear.”

“But she thinks it’s more,” Y/N said bitterly. “Why would she say that if there wasn’t something there? Even just a hint?”

Karina ran a hand through her hair, frustration evident on her face. “I don’t know. Maybe she misinterpreted our closeness. We’ve spent a lot of time together because of the project, but I never gave her a reason to think there was something more.”

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “I don’t know if I can believe you.”

Karina’s face crumbled. “Y/N, please… you have to trust me. You’re the one I love. You’re the one I want to be with. Yujin is just a colleague—nothing more.”

“I want to believe you,” Y/N whispered, her voice cracking. “But right now… I don’t know how to.”

Karina reached for Y/N’s hand, but Y/N pulled back, stepping away. The distance between them felt like a chasm, one neither of them knew how to cross.

“I need some time,” Y/N said quietly. “I can’t think straight right now.”

Karina’s eyes filled with pain, but she nodded. “Okay. Take the time you need. But please… don’t shut me out completely.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She just opened the door, silently asking Karina to leave.

Karina hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching Y/N’s face, before stepping out into the hallway.

“I’m not giving up on us,” Karina said, her voice steady despite the sadness in her eyes. “No matter what.”

Y/N closed the door softly, leaning her forehead against it as soon as it clicked shut.

Her chest felt hollow, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. She wanted to believe Karina. She wanted to forget Yujin’s words and pretend everything was fine.

But doubt had already taken root, and it wasn’t letting go.

For the first time in her relationship with Karina, Y/N felt like she was standing on the edge of something fragile, something that could break at any moment.

And she wasn’t sure if they would survive the fall.

The days that followed were filled with silence—long stretches of uncertainty that clung to Y/N like a second skin. She kept telling herself she needed time, space to think things through, but every passing minute felt like it was pulling her further from Karina.

Karina’s messages continued to light up her phone, each one more desperate than the last.

Karina: Can we talk?

Karina: Please, Y/N, just tell me what you’re thinking.

Karina: I miss you. I’m scared I’m losing you.

Y/N read each one but never responded. She wasn’t ready—not while Yujin’s voice still echoed in her mind.

Yujin wasn’t done either. Her manipulation was a slow, deliberate poison, seeping into every crack she could find. She played her part flawlessly, twisting the truth to her advantage.

She made sure to be around Karina constantly, using their project as the perfect excuse. She acted supportive, compassionate, always there to offer a shoulder to lean on when Karina seemed worn down.

“You okay?” Yujin asked one evening, sitting next to Karina in the campus lounge, their laptops open but forgotten.

Karina sighed, rubbing her eyes. “Not really. Things with Y/N… it’s complicated.”

Yujin tilted her head, her expression laced with feigned concern. “She hasn’t been talking to you?”

“Barely,” Karina admitted, her voice tight. “She said she needed time, but it’s been days. I don’t know what to do.”

Yujin bit her lip, pretending to hesitate. “Maybe she’s struggling with something deeper. Maybe she’s… scared it won’t work.” She paused for dramatic effect before adding, “Or maybe she’s worried because she feels like you’ve changed. Like… you’re not as sure about her anymore.”

Karina frowned. “Why would she think that?”

Yujin offered a small, apologetic smile. “She told me once she felt like she wasn’t enough for you. I think she’s been holding onto that fear. And with how much time we’ve been spending together… maybe she thinks you’re realizing it too.”

Karina’s eyes darkened with guilt. “No. That’s not true. Y/N’s everything to me. I’ve never doubted us.”

“I know,” Yujin said softly, placing a hand on Karina’s arm. “But sometimes, even when we don’t mean to, we give people reasons to doubt.”

The seed was planted—carefully buried in Karina’s mind, just as it had been in Y/N’s.

The next day, Yujin made sure to reach out to Y/N again.

Yujin: Hey, just checking in. I saw Karina today. She’s been really quiet lately. I think she’s struggling with what she wants.

Y/N: Did she say that?

Yujin: Not exactly… but it’s obvious. I think she’s trying to protect your feelings. She doesn’t want to hurt you.

Y/N’s hands trembled as she read the message. She didn’t know what to believe anymore. Yujin had a way of speaking that made every lie sound like the truth.

Her mind spiraled back to the conversation she had with Karina—the hesitation in Karina’s voice, the way she hadn’t immediately denied Yujin’s claim. Maybe Karina really was struggling with her feelings. Maybe Yujin wasn’t lying after all.

Hours later, Karina showed up at Y/N’s door unannounced. Her face was pale, her eyes filled with a raw mix of exhaustion and sadness.

“I couldn’t stay away,” Karina said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need to know where we stand.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her throat tightening. “Where do we stand, Karina? Because I don’t know anymore. You tell me one thing, and Yujin tells me something else. I feel like I’m being pulled in two different directions, and I don’t know which one to trust.”

Karina’s eyes flashed with anger. “Yujin’s lying to you.”

“Is she?” Y/N shot back, her voice sharp. “Because she seems pretty convinced that you’re unsure about us. That you’ve been confiding in her about things you can’t tell me.”

“I haven’t!” Karina’s frustration boiled over. “Yujin’s twisting everything. She’s manipulating you, Y/N. You’ve known me longer than her—how can you believe her over me?”

“Because I’m scared!” Y/N yelled, the words tearing from her throat. “I’m scared that there’s some truth in what she’s saying. I’m scared that you’ll wake up one day and realize she’s everything you want, and I’m just the person you settled for.”

Karina’s expression shattered, pain written all over her face. “No. No, Y/N, you’re the only person I’ve ever wanted. I love you.”

Y/N’s eyes stung with unshed tears. “Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?”

Karina stepped closer, her voice trembling. “You’re not losing me. But if we let Yujin get between us, if we let her lies destroy what we have, we’ll both lose. Please… trust me.”

Y/N wanted to. God, she wanted to believe Karina with everything she had. But the doubt was still there, a lingering shadow she couldn’t shake.

“I don’t know if I can,” Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. “Not right now.”

Karina nodded slowly, swallowing back her own tears. “Then I’ll wait. For as long as it takes. I’ll prove to you that what we have is real. That it’s worth fighting for.”

Y/N watched her go, the sound of the door closing echoing through the apartment like a final note in a tragic symphony.

She sank onto the couch, her heart in pieces. Part of her wanted to chase after Karina, to beg her to stay. But the other part—the part still poisoned by Yujin’s lies—held her back.

And in that moment, Y/N wasn’t sure which part would win.

The distance between Y/N and Karina grew like a canyon—too wide, too deep. Days turned into a blur of silence, and with each one that passed, Y/N felt the weight of everything they hadn’t said suffocating her.

Karina hadn’t messaged since their last conversation, and for once, Y/N was thankful. Every time her phone lit up, she half-expected to see Yujin’s name again, feeding her another dose of doubt. But it didn’t come. Not yet. The quiet was its own kind of torture.

Y/N walked around campus in a daze, pretending she was fine, but her chest felt heavy, and her head swirled with conflicting thoughts. Every corner she turned, she felt like she’d run into Karina—or worse, Karina and Yujin together.

When it finally happened, it hit harder than Y/N had imagined.

They were in the library, sitting side by side at a table near the window. Karina’s head was bent over her laptop, strands of her dark hair falling into her face. Yujin leaned in, close enough that their shoulders touched, saying something that made Karina smile faintly.

The sight twisted in Y/N’s stomach like a knife.

Before she could think it through, she walked toward them. Her footsteps felt heavier with every step, her heart slamming against her ribs.

“Karina,” Y/N said, her voice steady despite the storm in her chest.

Karina’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in surprise. “Y/N.”

Yujin leaned back casually, her gaze shifting between them. “Oh, hey, Y/N. You finally decided to join us.”

“Can we talk?” Y/N asked, ignoring Yujin.

Karina hesitated, glancing at Yujin. The pause was barely noticeable, but it sent a sharp pang through Y/N’s chest.

“Of course,” Karina said, closing her laptop.

They stepped outside, the cold air biting against Y/N’s skin. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Karina stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, watching Y/N with cautious eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Y/N said, her voice raw. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with you spending all this time with her.”

Karina’s brows furrowed. “It’s work, Y/N. You know that.”

“No,” Y/N snapped, her voice rising. “It’s not just work. She’s been feeding me lies—telling me you’re unsure about us, that you have feelings for her. And then I see you with her, and it’s like… maybe she’s right.”

Karina stepped forward, her voice laced with frustration. “She’s not right. Y/N, I’ve told you before—Yujin’s lying to you. Why can’t you see that?”

“Because she says it so convincingly!” Y/N’s voice cracked, her eyes burning. “And I don’t know what’s real anymore. Every time I see you with her, I feel like I’m losing you piece by piece, and it’s killing me.”

Karina’s face softened, her anger melting into something far more painful. “You’re not losing me. Y/N, you’ve never lost me. Yujin is trying to tear us apart because she wants me for herself, but I don’t want her. I’ve never wanted her. I’ve only ever wanted you.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her throat tightening. “Then why does it feel like I’m fighting for something that’s already slipping through my fingers?”

“Because she’s made you believe that,” Karina whispered, stepping even closer. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “But I’m still here, Y/N. I haven’t gone anywhere. And I won’t, unless you push me away.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” Karina said softly, her hand reaching for Y/N’s. “But we’re stronger than this. We’ve been through so much together. Don’t let her win. Don’t let her take this from us.”

Y/N stared at Karina’s hand in hers, her pulse racing. For the first time in days, she felt a sliver of clarity—a reminder of everything they had built, everything they had fought for.

But before she could say anything, the door behind them opened, and Yujin stepped out, her eyes glinting with something dark and unreadable.

“Is everything okay?” Yujin asked, feigning concern, though the slight smirk on her face betrayed her intentions.

Y/N’s grip on Karina’s hand tightened. She turned to Yujin, her voice cold. “Actually, no. It’s not.”

Karina straightened beside her, her eyes blazing. “Yujin, we need to talk. Alone.”

For the first time, Yujin’s confident mask faltered.

Y/N crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. “Yeah, we do. Because it’s time we clear a few things up.”

And just like that, the battle lines were drawn, the air thick with tension. Y/N wasn’t sure where this conversation would lead, but one thing was certain: she was done letting Yujin pull the strings.

It was time to take back control—before it was too late.

The tension in the air was suffocating as Karina and Yujin stood face to face outside the library. Y/N lingered by the door, her heart pounding, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She had trusted Karina to handle this, but the fear of what Yujin might say still clung to her like a shadow.

Karina’s eyes were sharp, her jaw set. “We need to talk—now. No more games, Yujin.”

Yujin tilted her head, her lips curling into a slow, practiced smile. “Games? I think you’re being a bit dramatic. I was just trying to protect you, Karina. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Karina’s expression hardened. “Protect me? You’ve been lying to Y/N. Telling her things you know aren’t true. You’ve been trying to push us apart.”

Yujin crossed her arms, her confidence unwavering. “And why would I do that? What could I possibly gain from it?”

Karina scoffed. “Don’t act innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing. You’ve always been good at manipulating people, twisting things until they break.”

Y/N clenched her fists, stepping forward. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight that made Yujin falter for just a second. “You told me Karina had feelings for you, that she was confused. You made me doubt her—doubt us. And for what? To get what you want?”

Yujin’s smirk flickered, her eyes narrowing. “I only told you what I thought you needed to hear. If you were so quick to believe it, maybe that says more about your relationship than it does about me.”

The words hit like a slap to the face, leaving Y/N breathless. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay grounded. “Don’t twist this around. You wanted me to walk away from her. You made it sound like I was holding her back, like she’d be better off with you.”

“And maybe she would be,” Yujin said smoothly, her voice dropping into something almost tender. “Think about it, Y/N. You’ve been doubting her for weeks now. Isn’t that exhausting? Isn’t it easier to just… let go?”

Karina stepped between them, her voice shaking with anger. “Enough, Yujin. I love her. I’ve always loved her. Nothing you say is going to change that.”

Yujin’s smile faltered, the mask slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of hurt. For the first time, her confidence wavered. “I was just trying to show you what you could have, Karina. Someone who understands your world, who won’t hold you back.”

Karina’s eyes blazed. “What I want is Y/N. And I’ll fight for her, no matter how hard you try to come between us.”

Yujin opened her mouth to respond, but Y/N stepped in, her voice sharp. “You’ve done enough damage. Stay out of our lives, Yujin. I won’t let you poison this anymore.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of the confrontation settling around them like heavy fog. Yujin’s face twisted in frustration, her eyes flicking between Y/N and Karina before she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Karina let out a shaky breath, her shoulders sagging with the release of tension. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I should’ve seen what she was doing sooner. I should’ve protected you from this.”

Y/N shook her head, her throat tight. “It’s not your fault. I should’ve trusted you more. I let her get inside my head.”

Karina stepped closer, cupping Y/N’s face gently, her eyes filled with regret. “We’ve both made mistakes. But I don’t want to lose you—not over her, not over anything.”

Y/N felt the tears spill over, but she didn’t pull away. “You won’t. I’m still here.”

Karina leaned her forehead against Y/N’s, her voice barely a whisper. “Promise me we’ll fight for this. For us.”

Y/N closed her eyes, nodding slowly. “I promise.”

They stood like that for a long moment, clinging to each other as if the world could crumble around them at any second. The storm wasn’t over—not by a long shot. But for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N felt steady, anchored by Karina’s unwavering presence.

Whatever came next, they would face it together.

And this time, they wouldn’t let anyone tear them apart.

The aftermath of Yujin’s lies wasn’t the dramatic explosion Y/N expected. It wasn’t some sudden, clean resolution. Instead, it was an unrelenting ache—one that seeped into everything she did, coloring every word she spoke to Karina and every glance they exchanged.

It had been days since the confrontation with Yujin. Days since the air between Y/N and Karina had shifted into something heavy and unfamiliar. There were no more accusations or harsh words, but there also wasn’t the same ease that used to come naturally between them. Their conversations were polite but guarded, their touches cautious.

Y/N felt like she was walking a tightrope, afraid to say the wrong thing and break whatever fragile peace they had left. And every time Karina’s phone buzzed, her stomach twisted into knots. Even though Yujin was no longer in the picture, the damage she left behind lingered.

It’s not like I can undo it, Y/N thought bitterly one night as she stared at the ceiling of her bedroom. I can’t unhear what she said. I can’t forget the way she made me feel.

The worst part wasn’t that Yujin had lied. It was that some part of Y/N believed her. Believed that maybe, just maybe, Karina deserved something better. Something easier.

The next evening, Y/N decided she couldn’t sit with her thoughts anymore. She needed to see Karina—to talk to her before the doubts consumed her entirely. She grabbed her jacket and left without even thinking to check the weather. The rain started halfway to Karina’s place, soaking through her clothes, but she didn’t care. She needed answers more than she needed to stay dry.

When Karina opened the door and saw Y/N standing there, dripping wet, her eyes immediately filled with concern. “Y/N? What are you doing here? You’re soaked!”

“I couldn’t stay home,” Y/N said, her voice barely steady as she stepped inside. “I’ve been going out of my mind, Karina. I need to talk to you.”

Karina shut the door behind her, worry etched into her face. “Of course. Come here.” She reached for Y/N’s arm, guiding her to the couch and wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. “You’re freezing.”

Y/N sat down but didn’t relax. Her eyes stayed fixed on the floor, her fingers clutching the blanket. “I thought I was okay after what happened with Yujin. I thought once she was out of the picture, things would go back to normal.” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But they haven’t.”

Karina sat beside her, her heart sinking at the pain in Y/N’s voice. “I know,” she admitted softly. “I feel it too.”

Y/N glanced at her, startled by the confession. “You do?”

Karina nodded, folding her hands together. “I thought if we just moved on, if we didn’t talk about it too much, things would fix themselves. But… I’ve been scared too. Yujin’s words got to me, Y/N. Not because I believed her, but because she made me realize how fragile this feels sometimes. I hate that she planted those doubts in your head. I hate that she made you question us.”

Y/N blinked back tears, her voice cracking. “She didn’t just plant doubts, Karina. She made me believe that I’m not enough for you. That one day, you’ll wake up and realize it’s easier to be with someone like her—someone who understands your world without needing you to explain it.”

Karina’s breath hitched. “No. Don’t say that. That’s not true, Y/N. It’s never been true.” She reached for Y/N’s hand, holding it tightly. “You’re not just enough for me—you’re everything to me. Do you hear me? Everything.”

“But what if I can’t shake it?” Y/N whispered, her eyes filled with uncertainty. “What if this feeling never goes away?”

Karina’s throat tightened, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. She cupped Y/N’s face, her touch firm yet tender. “Then we fight it. Together. Every day, if we have to. I don’t care how long it takes—I’m not letting you go because of something Yujin said.”

Y/N’s breath hitched as she leaned into Karina’s touch. “I want to believe that. I want us to be stronger, but it’s so hard. It feels like… like I’m constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Karina nodded slowly, her own fears surfacing. “I know. I feel that too sometimes. But we have to trust each other. We can’t let someone like Yujin take that from us. I love you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care how messy or complicated this gets—we’ll figure it out.”

The words settled into Y/N’s chest, soothing but not erasing the ache completely. Still, they felt like a lifeline, something to hold onto in the storm. She nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay. No more pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. No more running from this.”

Karina smiled through her tears, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “No more running.”

The rain continued to fall outside, the sound filling the quiet spaces between their words. They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, the tension slowly ebbing away, replaced by something more fragile but no less real—hope.

It wouldn’t be easy. The wounds Yujin left wouldn’t heal overnight, and the shadows of doubt would linger for a while. But they were still here. Still holding on. Still fighting.

And for now, that was enough.

But deep down, they both knew this wasn’t the end of the storm. It was only the beginning of learning how to weather it together.

The following days were a delicate dance—filled with cautious words and fleeting touches that left Y/N feeling more disconnected from Karina than ever before. Even though they had agreed to face things together, there was an invisible wall between them, one neither dared to fully acknowledge yet.

Y/N spent most of her time at her own place, giving herself space to breathe, to think. But thinking only made things worse.

Trust her, Y/N reminded herself repeatedly. She loves you. She chose you.

Yet Yujin’s words had left a permanent scar on her thoughts, looping over and over like a haunting refrain.

The silence between texts grew longer. The once-effortless conversations felt forced, every word weighed down with unspoken tension. Y/N told herself it was just a phase, something they’d push through—but deep down, the doubt clawed at her.

It all came to a head one cold evening when Y/N found herself outside Karina’s apartment, heart racing and fingers trembling. She hadn’t planned to come—her feet had carried her there before her brain could catch up. I just need to see her, she thought. Maybe that’ll make it better.

Karina opened the door, surprised but smiling softly. “Hey. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Hey,” Y/N replied, her voice tight. “I… I needed to see you.”

Karina stepped aside, letting her in. The warmth of the apartment contrasted sharply with the icy air outside, but it did little to ease Y/N’s nerves.

They stood there for a moment, the tension thick between them.

Karina broke the silence first. “Do you want some tea or something?”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I just… I need to talk to you.”

Karina nodded slowly, her expression shifting into something more serious. She gestured to the couch, and they both sat down, the space between them feeling vast despite the proximity.

“What’s on your mind?” Karina asked gently, but Y/N could see the worry in her eyes.

Y/N took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Karina’s gaze. “I thought I was okay. I thought we could push past what happened with Yujin, but… I’m struggling. I hate admitting that, but it’s true.”

Karina’s brow furrowed. “I know. I’ve been feeling it too. But we’ll get through it, Y/N. We’ve already talked about this.”

“I know we talked about it,” Y/N said, her voice rising slightly. “But talking doesn’t magically make it go away. I still feel like I’m constantly second-guessing everything—every time you’re late to reply, every time you say you’re busy with work, I can’t help but wonder…”

“Wonder what?” Karina asked, her voice quieter now, almost trembling.

“If you’re having second thoughts,” Y/N whispered. “If she was right. If deep down, part of you realizes I’m not the right person for you.”

Karina’s face fell, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Y/N… no. That’s not true. How many times do I have to tell you that? I’m with you because I love you. Not her. Never her.”

“I want to believe that,” Y/N said, her voice cracking. “I really do. But you don’t know what it’s like to live with that voice in your head constantly telling you you’re not enough. And now, thanks to Yujin, that voice is louder than ever.”

Karina reached for Y/N’s hand, gripping it tightly. “Then let me help you silence that voice. You’re not in this alone, Y/N. You never have been.”

Y/N looked down at their intertwined hands, tears blurring her vision. “I’m scared, Karina. I’m scared this is going to break us. I’m scared I’ll never stop feeling like this.”

Karina’s voice shook with emotion as she spoke. “I’m scared too. But if we let that fear control us, we’re giving Yujin exactly what she wanted. We can’t let her win, Y/N. We can’t let her take away what we have.”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip to hold back a sob. “I just… I don’t know how to stop feeling this way.”

Karina leaned closer, her forehead resting against Y/N’s. “We’ll figure it out. Even if it takes time. Even if we stumble along the way. You’re worth it to me, Y/N. Every messy, complicated part of this is worth it.”

For the first time in days, Y/N felt a glimmer of hope pierce through the darkness. She wrapped her arms around Karina, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Karina’s fingers stroked her hair softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re not perfect. But we don’t have to be. We just have to keep choosing each other. No matter how hard it gets.”

The tears finally spilled over as Y/N buried her face in Karina’s shoulder. It wasn’t a solution. It wasn’t an instant fix. But it was something—a promise to try, to fight for what they had, even when it felt impossible.

They stayed like that for a long time, tangled together on the couch as the city buzzed quietly outside the window.

It wasn’t the ending Y/N had hoped for. But it wasn’t an ending at all. It was just another step—painful, messy, but real.

And for now, that was enough.

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delilahsturniolo · 8 hours ago

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— ୨୧ so fucking needy . . . c.s

in which . . . you become extremely impatient during a twitch stream, chris just can’t seem to ignore you.

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, (be responsible) fingering, teasing, dom!chris, oral, (fem!recieving) use of pet names, kinda sorta getting caught ?

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

★ “fuck, matt. you’re selling the game!” chris yelled at matt through his microphone. the boys were currently on stream, playing a chaotic game of fortnite. you were laying on chris’s bed, out of the camera view. you sighed as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, occasionally hearing chris’s yells and curses under his breath.

you sat up on the bed, sitting against the headboard now. you looked over at chris, who was so invested in the game. your eyes immediately locked on his hands that gripped the controller as securely as ever. fuck, the way he moved his fingers so quickly…the way he muttered and cursed under his breath, the way he breathed so heavily.

you felt a familiar heat between your legs all of a sudden, you felt a euphoric and aroused feeling inside of you, something you couldn’t control, a feeling that got more intense and unbearable as time went on. you just couldn’t help it, you were extremely horny in this moment, and you couldn’t seem to wait.

you knew chris would be mad at you if you became impatient, you knew he’d just tell you to wait until the stream was over…but that would be too long. you ultimately decided to just take the risk, you needed chris now, and you weren’t able to wait. you untied the strings of your pajama shorts so they were looser, you made sure your laced panties were visible. you adjusted your posture, crossing your legs for friction on your clothed pussy.

you let out a soft whine to get chris’s attention—and it worked. chris turned his head, but still focused on the game. “y’good mama?” chris muted his mic as he asked you, not really paying much attention to you. “are you gonna be done with that soon?” you replied, looking at him with anticipation. “soon, baby. i’ll be all yours in an hour or so.” chris murmured dryly, not even looking at you anymore.

“an hour!? that’s too long.” you scoffed, feeling more needy by each passing second. the only thing you craved at the moment was chris’s touch. chris narrowed his eyes, his fingers still fiddling with the controller, you could hear matt’s muffled voice through his headphones. “i won’t be too long mama, jus’ wait a minute.” chris muttered.

you only rolled your eyes, finding a new way to set chris off on purpose, you knew he would put you in your place, you knew the consequences of this, yet you still took the risk. you groaned in annoyance, “whatever.” you spoke sharply. and that was all it took to set chris off. chris raised his eyebrows, moving the camera to the side so the audience saw his plain wall as he took off his headphones, fully turning on his gaming chair to face you. “what was that?” chris asked, even though he heard what you said loud and clear.

“i said whatever.” you remarked, in the most bratty tone ever. chris wasn’t gonna put up with that, not one bit. chris sucked his teeth, turning to unmute his mic briefly. “hey matt? i’ll be back in a minute.” chris told matt, you could hear matt complaining from the other end of the call. “are you kidding me, man? in the middle of a match?” matt said, his voice muffled. chris just rolled his eyes and muted his mic once more, his attention was now on you, which was just what you had wanted. you were honestly nervous and excited for what he was gonna do, a small smile formed on your face. chris didn’t fail to notice this.

“oh? y’really think you’re gettin’ what you want?” chris scoffed in disbelief, crossing the room in just 3 strides, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down firmly on the bed, you laid on your back. “we’ll just see bout’ that sweetheart.” chris looked down at you, his gaze filled with dominance and lust. you whined impatiently beneath him, not being able to wait any longer.

“pretty pathetic, don’t you think?” chris pulled your pajama shorts down, his eyes landing on the wet patch on your panties. “so fuckin’ pathetic, so fuckin’ needy.” chris teased your waistband, slowly dragging his fingers over the cloth of your underwear, his thumb brushing over your clit through your underwear, making you gasp.

“f—fuck..” you cursed underneath your breath, squirming as chris’s thumb circled the wet patch on your underwear. suddenly, he grabbed your panties and pulled it down to your ankles that dangled off of his bed. he gave you no time to process what was happening as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over swiftly so you were positioned on your stomach.

chris spread your legs apart, his fingers sliding across your soaked folds. “couldn’t even wait till’ i got off stream, jus’ had to be so fucking impatient, yeah?” chris chuckled in a dark manner, his hands roaming your body. from your ass, to your lower back, but not even touching the part where you needed him most. “chris—please..” you whined desperately, chris brought his finger down to your cunt, collecting your wetness around it. “what’s wrong mama? tell me what you need, use your words.” chris teased. he knew damn well about the effect he had on you, how much power he had over you.

“n—need you..” you babbled out, chris suddenly pushed his fingers into your pussy, eliciting a moan from you, a little louder than you should have. chris pumped his fingers in and out of you, you shoved your face into the sheets, muffling your moans and whimpers of desperation and pleasure. “oh yeah? what exactly do you need, hm?” chris encouraged you to tell him exactly what you wanted, he was gonna make you beg.

chris leaned forward, his head in front of your glistening cunt that was on display for him as his tongue plunged into you, eliciting a mix between a moan and gasp from you. chris sucked and bit down on your clit, moaning into your folds aa he got lost between your wetness. “yes—fuck…right there!” you breathed heavily, your legs already starting to shake with pleasure. his thumb pressed on your clit, playing with your bundle of nerves as he lifted his head, his face now hovering over yours. “don’t start shakin’ on me now, we’re not done.” chris’s lips crashed on yours, mercilessly pumping his fingers in and out of you with his free hand. as you squirmed and moaned into the kiss, chris grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. his lips danced with yours, his tongue swiping and biting against your bottom lip “what d’ya need mama?” chris mumbled into your lips.

“need you—inside me..” you whimpered out, chris smirked in satisfaction, pulling his fingers out of you. he quickly zipped his jeans down, removing his boxers and revealing his dick. without a warning, chris slammed into you, thrusting quickly, barely giving you time to adjust. “fuck! chris! slow down!” you screamed out, moaning in between. you knew you could take it, and you knew chris wasn’t gonna slow down. “why should i? apologize first for bein’ so damn needy.” chris demanded. you could’ve sworn you were in a whole new universe, you were seeing stars. the pleasure was overwhelming, it felt amazing.

chris put his free hand on your hair, tugging on it, but not hard enough to hurt you. “oh—oh my god..” you spoke, your voice fucked out and barely even audible. “gooood girl…holy shit baby—“chris groaned, he could feel you getting close as you clenched around him. chris threw his head back, gently placing his hand on your lower back, causing you to arch further.“m’close..” you moaned out, chris nodded, his thrusts getting deeper, and deeper. “i know baby, me too..” you eventually released, the knot in your stomach bursting. your orgasm set off chris’s as well, as he came with one last groan. he pulled out of you, flopping down on the bed beside you. chris gently moved a hair out of your face and smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “did so good, love.” you smiled back, the both of you laying together in as you both cherished the sweet sound of silence. that was—until chris’s phone buzzed.

the both of you were fucked.

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gpcwsl · 2 days ago

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Maybe something for wally where she gets a small injury and gets frustrated with the fact that she had so many lately. R takes care of her, makes sure she looks after herself and follows the doctors/physios orders and reassures her she'll be fine, some angst and some fluff at the end

Lia Wälti x Reader

- You don’t get it -

WC: 905

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Warnings: injury mention? Short?

The sound of Lia’s hiss as she sinks into the couch makes your stomach twist with worry. You can see the way her jaw tightens as she gingerly props her foot up on the cushions, her frustration palpable even though she hasn’t said a word since you left the training ground.

The injury isn’t serious—just a slight sprain, according to the physios—but it’s enough to sideline her for at least a couple of games. And for Lia, that feels like the end of the world.

You sit down beside her, handing her the ice pack you’d wrapped in a towel. “Here. Keep this on it for a while.”

She takes it silently, pressing it to her ankle with a little more force than necessary. You watch her carefully, noticing the way her eyes are fixed on the floor, her brow furrowed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask gently.

She shakes her head, but the tension in her shoulders says otherwise.

“It’s just a small setback, Lia,” you continue, hoping to draw her out. “You’ll be back on the pitch in no time.”

That’s when she snaps. “You don’t get it!” she blurts out, her voice sharp enough to make you flinch. “It’s not just this one. It’s all of them. I feel like I’m constantly getting injured lately. It’s like my body’s falling apart, and I can’t… I can’t keep up anymore.”

The anger in her voice cracks at the end, giving way to something far more vulnerable. She’s not just frustrated—she’s scared.

“Lia…” you start, but she cuts you off.

“What if this is it?” she asks, her voice quieter now but no less intense. “What if my body just can’t handle it anymore? What if I can’t play the way I used to?”

You hate seeing her like this—so defeated, so unlike the steady, composed Lia you know. But you also know that pushing her to look on the bright side isn’t what she needs right now.

Instead, you reach out, placing a hand on her knee. “Hey,” you say softly, waiting until she meets your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s piling up right now, but this isn’t the end. It’s a sprain, Lia. It’s going to heal, just like all the others did.”

She looks away, her jaw tightening again. “But what if the next one doesn’t?”

You shift closer, your hand still resting on her knee. “Then we’ll deal with it. Whatever happens, you’re not in this alone. You’ve got the team, the physios, the doctors—and you’ve got me.”

Her eyes flick back to yours, and you can see the sheen of unshed tears in them. “I just feel so useless,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not useless,” you say firmly. “You’re one of the most talented, hardworking people I know. And taking a few weeks to recover doesn’t change that.”

She doesn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders softens just a little.

“Now,” you continue, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re going to follow the physio’s orders, take it easy, and let yourself heal properly this time. No rushing back before you’re ready, okay?”

She arches an eyebrow, a hint of her usual sharpness returning. “Are you planning to supervise me?”

“Absolutely,” you reply without missing a beat. “Starting with making sure you don’t sneak out to train when you’re supposed to be resting.”

Her lips twitch, and for the first time since the injury, she almost smiles.

Over the next few days, you take your self-imposed role as Lia’s caretaker very seriously. You make sure she sticks to her physio’s regimen, even when she grumbles about it. You bring her snacks, water, and anything else she might need so she doesn’t have to get up unnecessarily.

At first, she’s resistant—too independent to fully embrace being looked after. But as the days go by, she starts to relax, leaning on you a little more, both physically and emotionally.

One evening, as you’re helping her adjust the ice pack on her ankle, she speaks up.

“You know you don’t have to do all this, right?” she says, her tone soft but serious.

You glance up at her, surprised. “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

She hesitates, looking down at her hands. “Because it’s a lot. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, Lia,” you say firmly, taking her hand in yours. “You’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed.”

She looks up at you, her expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. “Thank you,” she says quietly.

“Always,” you reply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

By the end of the week, Lia’s mood has improved significantly. She’s still frustrated by her limitations, but the spark in her eyes is starting to return, and she’s even laughing more often.

One night, as you’re sitting on the couch together, her head resting on your shoulder, she lets out a contented sigh.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy but sincere.

You smile, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Luckily, you’ll never have to find out.”

She chuckles softly, the sound warming your heart. And as you sit there, holding her close, you know she’ll be okay—and so will you, as long as you’re by her side.

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fiber-optic-alligator · 3 days ago

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I wrote a thing.

I don't know exactly what to title it, but I do plan on putting this onto Ao3, so it'll have a proper title then??? Idk, I'm really into Poppy Playtime rn and I just want to give Doey a hug, those kids deserve everything. So here's a very indulgent fic involving the reader adopting three very traumatized, very confused children who have decided YOU are their new mom.

Word Count: 3695

WARNING: THERE IS SOFT, SAFE, SFW PROTECTION VORE IN THIS FIC. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE, DO NOT READ.

Doey is dead.

You stare at the massive broken body of what was once your friend, battered and hardened with piercing freeze, colorful hues now dull with the lifeless depression of loss. Blood stains your frayed clothing while you pant out heavy puffs of air from the frigidity of the room. Your grab pack slips off your shoulders, clattering to the floor, yet you pay it no mind. You move in a daze, dropping to your knees before the fallen experiment. One trembling hand reaches out, your fingers brushing against Doey’s head.

“Doey?” you whisper.

Nothing. He is cold. Cold, like everything else.

The waterworks start shortly after you comprehend he is really, truly gone. You shuffle closer, cradling the head in your lap while you cry, tears splattering messily against the dough. You’ve killed him. You crushed him. You took everything away from him, and then you took his life, even if you didn’t mean to. The guilt weighs heavy like the crusher shattering its way through Doey’s corpse. You don’t know what to do. Good lord, what will Poppy think? What about Kissy Missy? Do you even know where they are right now? Is the Prototype still here? You don’t think you can manage to make yourself stand up and fight, let alone run. You can’t leave Doey, you can’t, you-

Crack.

Your head whips up so hard your neck pops.

There are splinters rapidly growing across the top of Doey’s head. At first, you think it's because his body is crumbling, until you see the intricate web pushing upward like the shell of a newborn chick pecking its way through. It’s gradual at first, hesitant, until it picks up in ferocity, desperate, urging.

Something is trying to get out.

You are on your feet in an instant, fumbling backwards and nearly tripping over your grab pack in the process. In horror you watch Doey’s skull break apart, pieces falling and splintering into tiny bits. The mouth cringes and the lips yawn wide in a mock imitation of pain, the entire head unfurling grotesquely as hands-gigantic hands, the length of your entire body-grope their way out, clawing a head into open air, followed by narrow shoulders and a spindly torso, ending with long legs. There is a ghost of jeans and a plaid shirt flickering over its sunshine yellow image; the creature is so bright in appearance compared to the darkness of the prison, your eyes ache. It tumbles down the length of Doey’s side and curls up into a partial fetal position, sides heaving with gasping breaths.

You are silent, staring bug-eyed at the figure birthed from Doey’s body. It’s big, around the same size as Catnap, maybe taller. Though it holds no threatening aura, you know better than to trust its appearance. Looks are always deceiving in Playtime Co. You know that from the other monsters you’ve faced.

The creature lifts its head. Turning towards you, its eyes are pupiless, black. It opens its mouth, and the soft, shaky voice of a young boy wafts out, making your heart tremble.

“Mommy?” the giant says.

Your answer is a swift turn of the heel and a bolt, your legs pelting you down the nearest hallway while your terrified brain howls for you to run.

“Mommy? MOMMY! WAIT!” There are loud thooms reverberating through the area. The giant throws his hands into the hallway, long fingers grasping for you and just barely brushing against your back. You ignore the gut wrenching wails and continue running, panic making you forget about your grab pack, the only source of survival you have in this fucked up factory. “MOMMY! PLEASE, COME BACK!”

Steam hisses out of a few faulty vents while you run. You don’t stop. Blood roars in your ears and every fiber of your being is on fire. The screams of the boy behind you begin to sound like the screams of Doey before he…he…you shut your eyes and feel the tears fly down your face. Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just run.

You don’t know how far you’ve gotten before your legs decide to give out. The sheer exhaustion of the past few hours finally gets to you, and you collapse onto your hands and knees. The familiar weight of your grab pack is gone; you have nothing to defend yourself now. Fuck. How did things become so disastrous so quickly?

It’s awful to think about. The Safe Haven is gone. Poppy and Kissy Missy are nowhere to be found. The Prototype is lurking and it is only a matter of time before another monster finds you, whether it be him, or something else.

I can’t take this anymore. You are scared, tired, and hurt. Dragging yourself back up again, you limp over to a small room and push the door open. It looks like some sort of security room, grimy and long abandoned…yet its safety, for now. You shut the door and practically crawl to the other side of the room, pressing yourself into a corner. Your arms tremble with how hard you hug your legs, and you bury your face into your knees, soft sobs echoing through the dark room, truly signifying how alone you are.

You are dozing off when you hear a massive thump outside the door, jolting you to your senses. Loud sniffles and the drag of nails against steel. “Hello? Mommy? Please…please come out…”

You flinch back and whimper, covering your ears. No more monsters, no more monsters, please, please…

The door creaks open. You see a single abyssal eye peering in at you, blue tears dripping down and splashing onto the floor. For a moment, you and the creature simply stare at each other. Then the eye moves, and the great hand shoves its way through.

You shriek, not fast enough to evade the fingers closing around your body and yanking you out of the room. They squeeze against your chest and constrict your rips painfully, shoving the air out of you in an agonized wheeze. You slam your own hands against the surprisingly soft skin which gives a little under your touch. Too much, it’s all too much, too tight, you can’t breathe-

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, I’m-I’m hurting you!” The monster’s grip lightens. You gulp up grateful lungfuls of oxygen and flop forward, shuddering. “Are you okay?”

You lift your head and look up into the boy’s eyes. He looks…very worried. With a soft tilt, he brings you closer, examining you, poking you lightly in the sides. “I feel no ouches or rough bumps…that’s good! I’m so happy you’re safe, Mommy. I was so worried! You looked so scared when I woke up, and I was afraid you-” He pauses when he hears your soft weeping. “Wait…why are you crying?! Did I hurt you? Mommy? Please talk to me!”

Your stomach lurches as he clasps you in both hands, shaking you a little. His frantic words fall on deaf ears; all you can hear is the pounding of your heart, hammering too fast, too much. It hurts. The fear hurts. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. Too much, too much, too much.

“Matthew? Matthew! Something’s wrong with Mommy! They’re crying!”

You don’t register being passed to another pair of bigger, gentler hands. These hands cradle you like you are made of glass. There’s a soft press of a thumb wiping your tears away. “It’s okay,” a new voice whispers. “Please, breathe. You need to. I’ll help you through it.”

“I…I can't,” you gasp.

“You can. Please…breathe with me. In…and out. Listen. You can do it.”

You feel the tickle of breath tousle your hair. Despite your terror, deep down, you know this new monster is right. You need to calm down, or this panic attack is going to hurt you. So you fight your fear, and slowly follow his instructions. In…and out…

“That’s it. Good, you’re doing good. I’ve got you, Mom. Just keep breathing with me.” There’s a soft tap on your head. It registers as a gesture of comfort. For some reason, it somewhat reassures you.

Eventually, you manage to successfully steady yourself. One last exhale leaves you, and you finally feel like you can get ahold of your body again. You drag a hand over your face, feeling a collection of tears and sweat on your palm.

“Are they okay?” the voice of the yellow monster asks.

“I…I think so.” Whoever is holding you presses their thumb lightly against your chest. “Their heart isn’t going fast anymore. They’ve calmed down.” A sigh. “Mom? Can you open your eyes? Please?”

Stop calling me that, you want to demand. You are not their mom, you don’t know who they are. But regardless, you listen, lifting your head to tentatively look up at the orange giant holding you. This one is taller than the yellow one, older, with wavy hair and eyes with some discoloration under them, displaying a sign of tiredness. Yet, he smiles without his teeth, as radiantly bright as his companion. “…Hey,” he says. “Are you feeling better?”

“…Who…who are you?” you whisper.

A pause. The orange giant looks like he’s contemplating how to answer, when the yellow one speaks. “That’s a silly question! Don’t you recognize us? We’re your kids, Mommy!”

“Jack,” the orange giant hisses. “You’re going to confuse them.”

“But they have to know, Matthew! Why wouldn’t they? They’re our adult now, remember? One of the good ones!”

Jack…Matthew… Suddenly, it all makes sense. You remember reading their files, watching the VHS tapes, looking into the reports. Doey was created using three young boys. You recall him expressing different tones of speech and words, how his personality would almost flip like a switch. When you killed Doey, were his three souls finally freed? Are these two giants really Matthew Hallard and Jack Ayers?

Matthew notices your dawning expression. “You remember…don’t you?” He brings you closer. “We are Doey…or, we were. I’m still not entirely sure what happened, but…”

“After Doey got squished, we came back! Like this! Pop!” Jack makes an exaggerated motion with his hands. It’s supposed to be comical, and you suppose in a better situation, you’d laugh. But right now, the realization is making you dizzy, and you don’t know how to react.

Matthew softens. “You’re overwhelmed.” He pats your head again. “It’s okay. I know this is all a lot to take in, and we haven’t made it easy for you. But we aren’t mad. Doey, he…we…made some bad decisions. We never wanted to hurt you, and-”

“What is going on here?”

Matthew goes silent. He draws you to his chest, shifting his hands to hide you beneath his fingers.

The third voice is rough, angry, and pained, all at the same time. You hear loud stomps as whoever joins Matthew and Jack growls, sounding more like a wolf than anything else you’ve heard in the factory. You peek between your captor’s digits and see a final bright red giant trudging into the hallway with a scowl on his face. He brushes his hair back and grumbles out his woes. “Stupid hallway, too tight for us to get through, too small, why are we so big-” He glowers at the other two boys. “Alright, why are we here? First thing we do after separating is chase some random feral? Sounds like a waste of time to me!”

“Don’t be mean, Kevin!” Jack exclaims indignantly. “You’re gonna scare Mommy! We just managed to calm them down!”

You feel Matthew tense. You remember Kevin; you read his file about his anger issues, his grief, the way his trauma blossoms into destructive violence. This…isn’t good. Not at all.

“Mommy? What are you talking about? Mom’s not-” His eyes trail to Matthew’s hands…and he spots you. He makes direct contact and you watch the way his face falls into multiple expressions: shock, dismay…and then, fury.

“You,” he snarls. “It’s you. You! You traitor!” He launches himself at you, fingers extending with wickedly sharp talons morphing from the tips.

Jack cries out in concern. Matthew shoots his hands up high to prevent you from being grabbed; you yelp from the vertigo, and you see Kevin grabbing the other’s arms, attempting to force you down. “Give them to me! Give them! They need to SUFFER FOR WHAT THEY’VE DONE!”

“Kevin, stop!” Matthew cries. “We can’t hurt them! They did nothing wrong!”

“They KILLED our friends! They caused the explosion! Them and Poppy, that stupid doll! It’s ALL THEIR FAULT!”

“Kevin, please!” Jack throws himself around Kevin’s torso, desperately trying to pull him away. “Don’t hurt them! Don’t hurt Mommy!”

Kevin fights the other boy off, sending him careening backwards. There’s a horrible sound of dough slamming against metal, followed by a pained yell from Jack. He slumps, clutching his shoulder, tears already gathering in his eyes. Kevin is far too caught up in his anger to even notice.

“You lied to us!” he roars at you. His mouth is agape with needle sharp teeth, red as blood, ready to rip you to shred and erase you from existence. “You said you cared for us, loved us! Loved me! So gentle, so caring! All for you to end it in FLAMES!” He slashes his talons and nearly tears Matthew’s wrist off. You scream in terror, unable to keep your fear at bay.

Matthew grits his teeth and uses all of his strength to harshly shove Kevin aside. “ENOUGH!” he bellows. “Stop it, now! Killing won’t solve anything! THEIR DEATH WON’T BRING THE OTHERS BACK!”

Kevin pants, hunching over and baring his fangs, spikes growing along his arms and shoulder blades. Matthew doesn’t back down; both monsters are growling, ready to fight, all over you. You cling to the orange boy’s fingers, your entire body vibrating with fear.

Jack’s sniffles knock his brothers out of the instinctive stupor they are caught in. Both of them look at the youngest, falling silent. “Stop,” he begs. “No more fighting. Please…”

There’s a tense moment where you don’t know what’s going to happen next. But you release a sigh of relief when Kevin relaxes. His fists unclench and his spikes retreat back into his form.

Matthew hurries to Jack and helps him up. “Are you hurt?” he asks urgently.

Jack keeps his eyes on the floor. “M’ fine. Is…is Mommy okay?”

“They are not our mom,” Kevin mutters.

“Kevin, shut up.” Matthew shoots him a glare, then looks down at you. His eyes soften tremendously and his grip loosens. “M-Y/N? Are you alright?”

You give him no answer. You're too shaken to speak and simply stare at him, scared out of your mind. It’s the first time you’ve heard either of them say your name, and it confirms your suspicions: these three boys are indeed the remnants of Doey.

It doesn’t make you feel better. It makes you feel worse.

“You’re trembling.” Matthew makes a pained noise. “Oh, Y/N…I’m-I’m so sorry we’ve scared you. This…this never should have happened.”

“I’m not sorry,” Kevin says.

“I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

“You aren’t in charge of me!”

“Guys, please!” Jack steps between them. “Mommy’s scared, and it’s all our fault! If we keep acting like this, they-they-” He chokes on a whine. “They won’t want to be our mommy anymore!”

“Hey, hey, shhh,” Matthew soothes. “It’ll be okay, Jack. We’ll…we’ll fix this. We’ll help them not be afraid of us anymore. Once they see we don’t mean harm.”

Kevin begins to protest, but another growl from Matthew silences him. You cover your face and murmur a soft “I-I’m sorry…”

“…Don’t be sorry.” Matthew touches your cheek. As you flinch away, he whimpers. “Please. Don’t be afraid of us. We know you didn’t mean for the explosions to be so destructive. You trusted Poppy, and…and so did we. No one is going to fault you for that.”

Your heart is breaking. The flames, the smoke, the tiny bodies littering the debris…it makes you want to pound your fists against your skull. “I couldn’t save them. They were just kids. I…I just wanted to keep you all safe.”

“I know. I know, and…it’s a horrible feeling when you try to protect others from a terrible fate.” He sounds haunted, and you remember his file, how it described him as a protector of the other orphans in Playcare, a universal big brother who strived to be everyone’s friend. How many friends did he lose to the Doctor’s experiments? How much pain has he truly seen? “But there are others. Safe Haven isn’t the only refuge for those who still remain. We can still rescue them. We can get them out of here, and-and atone for the mistakes we’ve made.”

Kevin snorts. Matthew ignores him. “We want to protect you,” he says. “You’ve been so good to us since the moment we’ve met. Let’s start over. No Safe Haven. No Doey. Just you, Matthew, Kevin, and Jack.”

He tilts your chin and gently forces you to look at him. He offers a lopsided smile. Jack slinks closer and grins with hope. Kevin turns his back and remains silent.

So many emotions are running through you. You loved Doey. You truly started to see him as a friend, as…as a sort of son. This last part causes you to internally cringe, because what business do you have with taking care of a child, let alone three? With your history entangled with Playtime Co’s, there seems to be no hope of you ever carrying the courage to adopt a kid, even though you desperately want to.

“Trust us?” Matthew asks.

You can’t say no to him. You love him, and his brothers. Damn it, you really are thinking like a parent now. “…Okay.”

Jack squeals and claps joyfully. “Yay! Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou, Mommy! I’m so happy you’re gonna stay with us! I don’t know what we’d do if we lost you!”

“I know plenty of things I’d do to make them get lost,” Kevin grumbles.

“Matthew, Matthew, can I hold them? Pleeeease? I’ll be super gentle, kind, and careful, and I’ll love them so, so much and keep them safe!” Jack makes grabby hands for you. The action is fast and startling. You gasp in fear.

“L-Let’s let them rest for a moment, okay bud? They’re really tired from all that running and fear. I think they need to take a nice, long nap.” Matthew regards you, biting his lower lip. “I…I know where I can keep them while they recover.”

There’s a strange look in his eyes that immediately has you on edge. “M-Matthew? What…what are you thinking of?”

He winces. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s…it’s not as bad as you think. It’ll be warm, comfy, and safe. Safe from those who might want to hurt you right now.” He glances at Kevin. “Don’t…don’t be afraid, okay? I’d never hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.” You pick up a struggle, alarm bells beginning to ring in your head. “Matthew, I don’t-please, what are you planning on doing with me?!”

Matthew winces. “Please…please don’t look at me like that. I hate when people think we’re-we’re just…a monster who wants to hurt them. You’re our mom. Our mission. And we’re going to get you out of here…whatever it takes.”

You watch in newfound horror as the boy draws you towards his face. Your struggles turn into futile thrashes when opens his mouth wide. There’s no sharp teeth, not like Kevin’s, but the sight isn’t any more comforting when you are carefully pushed past hardened dough and onto a plush tongue. There’s no saliva here, because you realize he can’t have saliva, not like the other monsters, not like you. You can’t really believe this is happening until you watch his jaws click closed and you are sealed in darkness.

You scream. “No! No, wait! Matthew, please! Don’t-don’t do this, I don’t-” Everything tilts; the boy is moving his head up and allowing you to slide towards the narrow tunnel of his throat. Another wail wrenches from you, and you dig your nails into his tongue, fingers sinking into the dough, but it offers no aid as the substance easily stiffens and doesn’t allow you any hold. It’s a cruel, terrible thing, to be told you are a creature’s mother, only for that very creature to devour you, trapping you in a twisted fate you’ve fought for so, so long. And there’s no fighting left within you. As a resounding glk echoes in your ears and you are sucked down the monster’s throat, you give up. You go still and let yourself be pushed down, down, down, into the darkness you cannot escape.

When you slip into a tight, enclosed space-the stomach-the walls close in to hold you, pulsing with a sense of breath. The dough making up this little pocket is a pale citrine which gives off a faint glow. When you try to stand, the floor gives out, causing you to fall forward onto your underside. There’s a press from where you can no longer reach; Matthew’s feeling you out, and when he locates your form, he begins tenderly rubbing you. It makes you stiffen up and shy away from the touch.

“It’s okay.” Matthew’s voice rumbles. “You’re safe. It’s only for a little while. Just until I can convince Kevin to leave you alone. Then I’ll let you out, alright? I’m just…I just want to protect you.”

Exhaustion weighs on your weary bones. You try to push yourself up, but you only sag back down, laying against the cradling dough. Some of it begins to cover you, moving over your body like a blanket. It’s warm, and soft, and it only makes you want to pass out even more than you already do.

“Please…” you whisper. “I’m sorry. I…I’m so, so sorry…Don’t…don’t kill me…”

“I won’t. I promise I won’t. You’re safe. I’ve got you. We’ve got you. Just-just rest. When you wake up…all of this fear will be nothing more than a bad dream.” It’s too much to handle. So you listen. For the first time in four days, you finally, finally, fall into a deep, deep sleep.

#gator writes #poppy playtime #doey the doughman #poppy playtime doey #Doey the doughman & reader #matthew hallard #kevin barnes #jack ayers #giant tiny #soft vore #safe vore #sfw vore #protection vore #extreme cuddling

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k1mbe3rly · 3 days ago

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request for AIB karube where he comes home from a stressful day at work and just wants to be on the game w arisu and chota but on the other hand reader has been needy all day and rides him while he plays and arisu and chota can hear through the mic

yess ofccc

Mic NOT muted

warnings:smut

Karube has been having a stressful week, so complicated for him

All he wanted to do was go home, shower, eat, play with Arisu and chota and sleep. And that’s exactly what’s hes gonna do

The moment he got home he quickly greeted you with a small kiss on your cheek, “Hey baby, im gonna take a quick shower okay?” he told you as he didn’t wait for your response and went to the bathroom to shower

You were left there confused, all day you’ve been needy for him and even sent him a few dirty messages, he obviously gave the same energy back but now he was acting like he wasn’t in the mood for it, you plopped on the couch waiting for him, hearing the shower go on

After a few minute you heard it turn off, peeping over the couch you see karube come out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, he speed walked towards the bedroom and not long after came out with clean clothes, “Karubeee..” you whined to him as he looked at you and did a hm, he grabbed food never seeing him eat so quickly

You watched and pouted a bit continued waiting even more than you shouldn’t have too, once he was finished he spoke to you quickly “Baby ima play the game okay?” he said stealing a small kiss from you, you were about to speak until he walked away, you groaned for a bit

20 minutes later

You walked to where he was playing, the room filled with gun shootings and the sound of his muffled friends screaming and yelling out coming from his headphones, you got closed as you stood behind him and tapped on him, he looked at you than back at the screen, “What happened baby?” he quickly spoke as his hands ran over buttons, “Baby. I want you” was all you spoke to him

He paused for a moment but kept going with his game, “Okay- hold on okay? i’m in the middle of a game..” He said still focused on the screen, “But i’ve been waiting all day” You simply told him as he sighed, “Than you could wait a few more minutes” he said back, you pouted a bit as you went infront of him sitting on his lap facing him

He didn’t mind just wrapped his hands around you to keep playing and moved his head to see the screen better, you could feel your cunt throbbing in neediness as you pressed down on his thigh putting pressure onto your cunt, “Baby..please?” you whined to him

He sighed muting his mic, “Just wait. I’m almost done okay? after i can fuck you” he told you looking at you a bit sternly, “Babyyy!! i can’t wait! i’ve been waiting all day.” You told him, “I’m being serious. Just wait” he told you again as he unmuted his mic again and kept talking to his friends, you pouted a bit and decided to take things in your own hands

Your hands fumbled with his pants, quickf pulling them off as he widen his eyes but doesn’t say anything at first and kept going, you went to his boxers, you looked at him for a moment and just pulled them down without hesitation, he growled a bit as he gave you a warning glare

You only hummed and pushed down your shorts and panties and hovered back over him, you stroke his cock till he got hard, his groans blended in into the game a bit, once he was completely hard you positioned your self on his tip rubbing thru your folds, he threw his head back for a moment and breathed heavily

He tried to ignore you and keep playing his game until he felt you sink down with a loud groan he let out, “Karube? you okay?” Chota asked in his headphones, “Yea- yea i’m fine..” he spoke as he stared at you got a moment before his gaze went back to his screen as you tighten your cunt around him

You giggled softly as his jaw clenches in annoyance, you slowly begin riding him as he let out another soft groan, your hands on his shoulder as your hips moved back and forth on him, your mouth opened but nothing came out, feeling his cock inside you was good enough to get what you want for now, he didn’t mind this at all especially with your warm feeling and him playing was like a bonus for him, he bit his lip as he managed to keep on playing his game

Not even that long after he died “God damnit i fucking died..” he said as he shoves his controller on the desk sighed as Arisu and Chota was heard laughing thru the headphones, instead of raging and sulking like he usually do after he dies he watches you ride him, he stares down at your hips as he held onto them as well guiding you, “Fuck yea..” he whispered to you

He continued staring down watching only your hips and pussy ride on him, he looks up at you keeping eye contact enjoying the feeling of this, he guides you to ride him a little bit faster “Mmmm..fuck just like that baby.” he speaks again, the headphones and the game was long gone, he already forgot about his friends and all he was thinking about was your warm tight cunt on him, you pull his headphones now to his neck and kissed him, he kisses you back with no hesitation as he groans at you still riding him

He pulls back breathless as he felt his orgasm rising, he thrusts up a bit to be even deeper inside you as you moaned out, soft moans begin falling out of your mouth as he continues his thrust upwards, “M’gonna cum baby..gonna cum inside you okay?” he said panting as you quickly nodded, he let out a loud groan and finally came inside you, feeling his cock pump out all his cum in you made yourself cum as well, you panted and gasped a bit

Once he finally calms down he looks over seeing the “GAME OVER” screen and quickly remembers his friends “Ah fuck..” he said real quick pulling back his headphones which were only heard of laughter “Shut the fuck up. Nothing here is funny” he said harshly, “Bro forgot to mute” Arisu chokes out and Karube rolled his eyes, “You couldn’t wait or what?” Chota said, Karube groaned again “Shut the hell up virgins. You know what fuck both of you i’m out” he said clicking on the call “Yea yea see you tomorrow man” one of them said as he hung up and sighed looking at you

You just giggled and he chuckled a bit

#alice in borderland smut #alice in borderland #alice in borderland imagines #Aib #aib karube #karube daikichi #aib karube smut #karube x reader #karube smut #aib smut #j drama x reader #j drama

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totaly-obsessed · 3 days ago

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Good Luck, Babe!

➳ Nika Mühl x reader

➳ pt. 2 of Casual

➳ Summary: A complicated, on-again, off-again relationship where they try to move on but keep getting pulled back together. There’s jealousy, mixed signals, and heartbreak, but no matter what, they can’t seem to fully let go - until maybe they have to.

➳ Word count: 4.178 (idk how I got here)

➳ Warnings: A lot of cursing? Pls be nice to me, it's my first fic in like 6 months...

It's fine, it's cool You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth. And I guess I’m the fool

Ignoring someone who was such a constant in your life turned out to be much harder than you expected. Sure you were convinced you were done with her and didn’t need her anymore, but pulling through with it? It was a whole different world.

The Huskies had just played a fantastic game against Creighton when the brunette finally managed to catch up to your friend group outside in the hallway. Nika had put in a shift in the game, giving her all on the court, so she was already out of breath, when she called out a sharp “Hey, stop!”.

A deep sigh left your body, there was no way out of this now, once she set her eyes on something, there was no other option in the basketballer's mind. “It’s alright, I’ll catch up to you guys later.” They didn’t seem too sure to leave you alone with someone who just a couple of weeks ago had brought out a side of you they had never seen before.

“You’ve been acting like we’re nothing. Like I don’t exist.” Nika’s arms were crossed over her chest, clearly frustrated and ready to defend herself. And the scowl on her face told you that she did not like the scoff you let out, or your rolled eyes.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Casual, no attachment?” You hadn’t even noticed the hallway emptying, leaving just you and Nika. Carefully you tried to shift away from her, putting a bit of space between the two of you, trying to save yourself some embarrassment. But the brunette was quick to follow your movements, forcing you closer to the wall behind you.

“It’s fine. It’s cool,” and just like that her eyebrows that tend to make her look angry relaxed, and that damn cocky smirk won over her face. By now you were completely pressed against the rough wall behind you. Nika came closer and closer, eventually leaning down, her face only a couple of inches away from yours.“You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth.”

She was right. You did know.

That didn’t mean you could continue being toyed with.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before finally locking eyes with her. Christ. You had nearly forgotten just how deep they were, and you could feel yourself slipping. But your voice was firm, unwavering “Yeah, I know the truth, Nika. And I guess I’m the fool but I’m done being something to you only when it’s convenient or you’re bored for 5 seconds.”

The Croatian’s smile nearly fell off her face, and you swear if you squinted you could see a quick flash of hurt on her face. But you decided not to wait around to question it, instead moving past her - ignoring the pain in your chest and the way her hand twitched in your direction.

But walking away didn’t feel like you were winning like you finally stood your ground. It really fucking hurt.

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

After you got back to your friends they decided to do something against the tears streaming down your face. And what better thing is there to do in Storrs Connecticut than 5 young adults in a car chasing sunsets?

By now the sun had been long gone, and the cold night air bit at your stretched-out arms, but you barely noticed. The trees flew by in a blur as Daisy held on to your legs, terrified that you would fall out of the sunroof of the car.

Just for a second, it was as if you were flying. Like you were free like an angel.

But was freedom supposed to feel this empty? Were angels truly free or just servants of god?

The howling wind tangled your hair, as you squeezed your eyes shut - trying to get rid of the ache still left in your chest as if someone was squeezing you too hard. Maybe you could leave it all behind. But who were you kidding? As dramatic as it sounds, right now there was not a possibility in your mind to get over Nika.

Daisy’s grip on your thighs tightened, pulling your attention away from the star-painted sky. “Alright, I think that’s enough main-character moment for one night,” she yelled over the blaring music and the roaring winds. You could hear the slight concern hidden behind a laugh.

With a sigh you let her pull you back down to earth, but also back in the car as you collapsed against the worn leather seats, your heart still racing. The others were singing along to some old song, not hitting any note of it and laughing about themselves. It was warm and safe in the chaos of it all.

But the emptiness was still there.

Maybe angels weren’t free. Maybe just like you, they were stuck between wanting to fly and staying.

I don't wanna call it off But you don't wanna call it love

It turned out, that Nika isn’t all that calm, cool, collected either. Her performances in recent games had been sloppy and everyone was able to see that something was off with their secretary of defense.

The worst part of it all was seeing her get frustrated with herself. Whenever Geno took her out, she had tears in her eyes as her jaw clenched on the bench.

Giving up, however, didn’t seem to come to her mind. At any party, game, or lesson she had a glimpse of you, Nika tried to find excuses to be near you.

Oh, look! You’re here too, directly next to the fan whose shirt I’m signing. What a coincidence!

And it was safe to say that you weren’t oblivious to it. The way she lingered just a second too long when you were close, how her eyes automatically looked for you in crowds (just to find that you were already looking at her once she actually found you), the way she laughed extra loud, hard and fake at people, trying to act unbothered, just to stop once you turned away.

At first, you thought this was just Nika being Nika - dramatic, relentless, and not accepting of a loss even if it wasn’t on the court. But the coincidences started to pile up.

Oh wow, the only open seat in the dining hall just happens to be at your table? No way.

Oh, she’s just suddenly best friends with the person sitting next to you in class? What a small world!

Oh look, you’re leaving a party at the exact same time, at the exact same exit, and she just has to walk in the same direction as you? Who would’ve thought?

Despite her games, her need to be close and her pure annoying-ness, she never actually said what you needed to hear. She never called it what it was.

“I don’t wanna call it off,” she had once told you in passing, the first thing she actively said to you after the hallway conversation, her voice low and her gaze unreadable.

But she never called it love either.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

If the dumb universe wouldn’t help you get over Nika, you would just have to do it yourself, or at least that was the plan. Which is why you ended up at some Alpha Delta Phi Frat party - halfway through your third drink that you barely liked, in a mass of sweaty people with hands on your body.

You were trying to pretend that the warmth of someone else’s hands on your waist would be enough to make you forget.

Of course, it wasn’t.

But it was better than nothing, which is why you still threw your head back, downing whatever vile concoction was in that cup, and dragged the guy, whose hands were currently trying to find a home on your hips, off the dance floor. He was cute enough, said the right things, well as far as your drunken mind cared, he leaned in a little too close - but none of that mattered.

Because even with the bass running through your body, and unfamiliar lips brushing against yours, all you could think about was her.

Daisy caught you when you stumbled your way back over to the bar, promising the guy to get some drinks. “You done?” she asked unimpressed, arms crossed over her chest. She seemed strangely sober. Or maybe you were really drunk.

“Not even close”, you leaned over the counter so that the barkeeper, who really was just another frat boy, could actually hear you as you ordered more drinks.

These were supposed to help, right? This is what people did when they wanted to move on. But it didn’t work, not for you at least. You could kiss a hundred different people in a hundred different bars, take a hundred shots, but the feeling never left.

No matter how you tried to drown her out, or maybe drown yourself with other sensations, she always resurfaced.

And the worst part? You knew exactly where she was.

Just across the room. Watching you.

You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, 'nother stupid reason Good luck, babe

She was staring.

And it wasn’t an ‘oh I was just looking over, and there you are! What a surprise!’. No. Nika was standing on the other side of the room, arms crossed, jaw tight and eyes locked with yours. She was daring you to keep going.

Like she was waiting for you to break first.

Fuck this. Instead of breaking, you took the shot instead. The burn in your throat was nothing compared to the ache you felt in your chest, as you made your way back to the guy from before.

Finally meeting her gaze again felt like a crime, but you could see it. The frustration, the jealousy. But she didn’t move. She didn’t storm over like you had thought she would.

She just stood there, watching.

The smirk made its way onto your face before you could control it - just to piss her off even more. You let the guy, whose name you still didn’t know pull you closer, feeling him breath down your neck, and you prayed that the Croatian didn’t see the way you grimaced. If she wants to pretend that everything is fine, then two can play that game.

You could nearly hear the scoff all the way across the room - Well you couldn’t hear it, but you saw it, and you knew exactly how that expression sounded - before she turned her head and walked away.

What you didn’t see was Daisy pulling the tall basketball player back inside by her arm before she could fully escape.

“You just gonna stand there all night?” Daisy snapped, her voice low but sharp.

Nika clenched her jaw, ripping her arm away. “What do you want me to do?” she muttered, eyes flickering back toward you, wrapped up in someone else’s arms.

Daisy scoffed. “I don’t know, maybe stop acting like a fucking coward.”

Nika’s glare snapped to her. “I’m not—”

“Oh, spare me,” Daisy cut in, shaking her head. “You can say it’s just the way you are. Make a new excuse, ‘nother stupid reason.” Her voice dripped with frustration. “But you and I both know that’s a load of shit. So… Good Luck, Babe.”

Nika didn’t respond, just tightened her fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms.

Because Daisy was right.

And she fucking hated that.

I'm cliché, who cares? It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair And I cry, it's not fair I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

To no one's surprise, you didn’t last much longer at the party. Maybe it was the thick air or the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t think straight. A certain brunette is always present in there.

So you left. Slipped out the front door silent as a grave. But before you had reluctantly taken the guy's phone number that he had scribbled on a piece of paper ‘just in case’. The cold air had hit you in the face. This felt nice, to finally be able to breathe. Clearly, you needed this.

You didn’t expect her to still be here, after seeing her leave earlier. But of course, she waited.

“You think that’s funny?” Nika's voice had cut through the night like a blade. And you didn’t even need to turn around to know that she was right there, just a step behind you.

“What?” You decided to play unknowingly, pretending not to know what she was talking about.

“You know what,” As the last few times you’ve spoken to her, her voice was sharp but you could hear a slight wavering. “Dragging some random dude with you, making a show off it.”

With a scoff, you now fully turned around to her. “What I do, is none of your business.” She let out a dry laugh, not the kind of laugh that you liked, but a mocking one. “Bullshit. You were looking at me the whole time. Don’t lie to yourself.”

And that was the problem. You were looking at her. All the time.

“God, you’re so fucking - “ you stopped yourself, hands gripping the hairs at the side of your head in desperation, trying to push down all the feelings. Make them go away. “I don’t get you, Nika. One minute you don’t want anything to do with me. The next-”

“I never said I didn’t want anything to do with you.” Her interruption was sudden, but not unexpected. Her voice was quieter than before, but it sounded dangerous somehow. “I never said that.”

“No?” It was your turn to chuckle now. “Then what the hell is this,” you pointed wildly between the two of you, becoming aware of the lessening distance, “Because I can’t keep doing whatever this is.” Your chest was heaving up and down, so fast as if you had just run a marathon.

The brunette didn’t say anything for a moment, she was just looking at you, trying to find the right words, and just when you thought you had broken her again - “I’m cliché, who cares?”

“What?” You were the broken one now.

“I’m cliché,” she said again, repeating herself, her lips curling into that goddamn smirk you loved so much. “Dramatic, stupid, jealous as fuck - I’m all of it, you’re right. But you -” She took a step even closer, and suddenly, there was barely any space left between you, to the extent that you could feel the warmth radiating off of the tall girl in the cold night. “You make me lose my goddamn mind.”

And instead of heaving like before, your chest stopped moving as you held your breath. Fuck. If she had said this a few months ago, you would have folded instantly. Maybe none of this would have happened and instead, you’d be - No. You couldn’t even think about it.

But it was too late, wasn’t it?

“Yeah, well,” you took a step back, ignoring the pain. “Maybe you should have figured that out before you decided I was only good for convenience and in private.”

The smirk fell off her face.

“That’s not-”

“Save it, Nika.” The words hurt in your throat. And seeing the hurt on your face nearly killed you. But you were doing this for yourself. Too long you had yourself as a last thought. “You don’t get to be mad. You don’t get to act like I did something wrong when all I ever did was want you.”

Something behind her eyes snapped, and her right hand went up to grasp at her shirt. “You - You think I don’t want you?” Nika’s voice broke slightly as she demanded an answer “You think I don’t feel this?”

You stared at her. “Then say it. Tell me what you feel.”

She hesitated. Of Course, she did.

Because that’s what she always did. That’s what she’s good at. Dancing around the truth, playing games, got close but never too close or close enough. She was a coward. And you were so fucking tired of it.

"Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You turned on your heel, ready to walk away. For real this time. But then -

“I just need a little lovin’,” she said, with a voice so quiet that you nearly missed it.

You froze.

“I just need a little air,” Nika’s beautiful eyes were glued to the ground, hands fidgeting with each other when you turned back around. She looked wrecked.

Something in you twisted painfully. Because god you understood.

You understood what it was like to want something that scared you. To be so afraid of losing it, that you ruined it yourself before anyone else even had the chance to do it.

But that didn’t change the fact that she had hurt you. And she knew that it hurt you. She made you believe that she didn’t care all this time when in reality she did.

“I cry,” the admittance made her scoff at herself, but seeing you smile, made it feel a little better. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” you agreed, the cold night wind carrying it over to the brunette, “It’s not.”

The silence felt suffocating between both of you, the tears in your eyes were begging to be set free. But then -

“It’s a sexually explicit kind of love affair,” she said like she was confessing something like she was finally laying herself bare.

This was her way of saying It was never just about sex. It was never just a fling. It was always more than that.

The noise you made was somewhat between a laugh and a sob “Yeah,” you whispered. “It is.”

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

The sheets felt wrong. Too crisp, and not familiar. The room was bathed in soft moonlight, casting shadows on the wall. But it was all strange, hazy, like a blur. Like she was watching it, instead of actually experiencing it.

Nika turned over in her bed, expecting to find it empty, but the weight beside her made her stomach sink. His breathing was steady and peaceful. It was like he belonged here, the room was colorless, without character, which fit to him. But she didn’t belong here. This wasn’t right.

The Croatian squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against her temples. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

When she was lowering her hands, the wedding band on her finger caught her eye, the moonlight reflecting off of it.

No. No, no, no.

Suddenly she felt as if she was suffocating, the breath getting stuck in her lungs. The air in the room was thick, pressing down on her chest. She didn’t know who was beside her, didn’t know his name, and she couldn’t remember how she got there. She couldn’t feel anything besides the aching hole inside her. The one that has been there before.

The one that has always belonged to you.

She stumbled out of the bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. Nika could feel her heartbeat in her ears. The reflection in the mirror was a stranger - with tired, empty, and lifeless eyes.

And when you think about me all of those years ago You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

And then she saw you. Standing in the doorway like you had always been there, always waiting.

She couldn’t read your face, but your eyes - god your eyes - held everything. The frustration, the hurt, the longing, the knowing.

She had fucked this up.

You tilted your head, arms crossed over your chest, lips parting just a tiny bit like you were about to say something. But Nika already knew what you were going to say.

“I told you so.”

It wasn’t smug, you weren’t trying to hurt her more. It was just the truth. A truth that crushed her.

Her throat tightened again like she was drowning. It came so suddenly it felt as if she let go of something that wasn’t just important, but vital - necessary.

The brunette wanted to reach for you, take you in her arms, and tell you that she was sorry. That she never stopped thinking about you. But before she could move, say something, you were gone. And you took all the warmth and light with you.

You were gone.

And she woke up.

You know I hate to say, I told you so

Nika jolted upright. Her chest heaving as if her air was cut off in real life and not just her dream. Sweat clung to her skin and her heart was racing, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the dream or the realization that came with it.

Shaky hands ran through her hair, blinking at the darkness, but familiarity of her room as she was trying to calm herself down. But it wasn’t working. Because she knew.

This wasn’t just a dream, this was a fucking warning.

If she didn’t do something, that’s how she would end up. Incredibly unhappy, a wife to some dude. Without you. If she didn’t stop running or hiding and she stopped being a coward, this would be her future.

And she would lose you for good.

She wasn’t going to let that happen.

Not now. Not ever.

Nika threw the covers off and grabbed her phone.

It was time to fight for you.

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

“Can you meet me?”

It was nearly 3 am when you got the text. Of Course, you were still awake. After coming home and explaining what had happened to Daisy, the two of you decided to watch some movies.

The answer was easy, “Yes.”

“I’m outside.”

The next minutes were a blur as you grabbed your keys, got some shoes, and put on a jacket. Why were you so nervous? This was only Nika.

Walking down the flights of stairs to get to the front door of your student housing felt endless. Outside you could see her. Standing on the sidewalk, hands gripping the strap of her bag, shifting on her feet - you feel it before you even reach her. That pull. That undeniable force.

After seeing you, her face lights up. But you could still see the dark circles under her puffy eyes.

At first, neither of you speak. Just standing across from each other, reveling in the comfort the others' presence brought. Then with a deep breath, Nika took an uncertain step forward before finally pulling you into a hug, resting her head on yours, while you buried your face in her neck.

“You’d have to stop the world just to stop this feeling,” she whispers against your hair.

And right then, you know - you never want it to stop.

You held her tighter as the world outside kept moving. Every now and then cars zoomed by or people walked past you. But for you and Nika time slowed down.

She pulled back just enough to be able to look at you, one of her hands cupping your cheek so gently, that she must have thought you would break. There’s something unreadable in her expression. Something raw.

“I was scared,” she admitted. “That if I said this out loud, it would disappear. You would disappear.”

Your fingers brush a strand of her behind her ear “It’s real,” you say softly. “It’s been real the whole time.”

She exhaled shakily, but the hand that was holding onto your jacket didn’t let go. Instead - she smiles. A small one, but it was there, and it was as if a boulder was lifted off of your chest.

“I don’t want to run from this anymore,” she murmured before pressing a kiss on your forehead. You could feel the heat shoot up to your face, knowing she could feel it too, one hand still cupping your face.

“Then don’t.”

A beat. Then she laughed, and it’s the kind of laugh that melts through every doubt you have ever had. “Okay.”

You had to laugh too, and before you could think, before fear or hesitation could creep in, you cupped her face right back and pressed your forehead to hers. The warmth of her skin, the way she sighed like she was finally home - was enough to make your heart ache in the best way.

“This is crazy,” she whispered, but she was smiling.

You grinned. “Maybe. But I don’t care.”

And then, finally, she kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed or uncertain. It was slow, filled with every unspoken word, every moment that led you here.

It was a promise, a beginning.

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