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Angst idea coming up!!
I imagine there would be a school event letâs say and Daniel would go with his children of course, possibly want to take you with him, but his ex wife would insist that itâs a family event and youâre not family in any way or shape, no matter how much you take care of Danielâs kids, this just isnât a place for you and this could make Daniel uneasy because heâd see the logical part in his ex wifeâs reasoning yet feel bad because you are his new partner and his kids like you and I imagine this uneasiness and perhaps indecisiveness from Daniel would spark uncertainty in you as well and that just hits right in the heart
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đ« nonnie always pulling through.. i know thatâs right!! but GOD?? the thought of this?? it pulls my heartstrings. the angst potential LORDDD.
you know the usual, drabble under the cut<3
âsheâs not family, daniel,â is spat across the line, daniel wincing at the harshness in his ex-wifeâs voice. âshe looks after the kidsâ great. that doesnât make her family all of a sudden.â
danielâs fingers drum against the kitchen counter anxiously as she rambles on, adding more reasons why you shouldnât be at the kidsâ charity evening. parents were invited along of course, running stalls with their children. it was a great idea, the kids were so excited to tell you, daniel and their mother.
but they didnât know themselves that their mother wasnât onboard with it.
âitâsâ itâs not fair to leave her out,â he interrupts, screwing his eyes shut in preparation for another shout down the phone. thankfully, itâs only a deep sigh so he can continue. âthe kids love her, they were so excited to tell her,â he explains, a soft smile appearing on his face as he recalled the memory.
âi donât care, daniel,â she tells him, and she definitely isnât lyingâ he had never heard her sound so bored, apart from the times daniel had tried to organise date nights that were more.. him. not a good memory. âremind me what the first line of the handout says?â
daniel frowns out of confusion at the question, but obliges anyways. he grabs the sheet of paper from in front of him, opening it up and reading it out. âdear parents ofââ
âthere!â she shouts, daniel flinching at the sudden loudness. âparents, daniel. she is not their parent. never has been, never will be.â
daniel exhales deeply from his nose. fuck. he shouldâve seen that coming. what happened to letters saying âparents or guardiansâ? he shakes his head, trying to think of a response.
but he doesnât need to, as she speaks up again. âwe arenât discussing this any more now, daniel. break the newsâ although it really isnât much of a newsflashâ and then start organising your outfit,â
and then the line fell flat.
daniel places his phone on the counter, before allowing his head to fall into his hands with a heavy sigh. he was feeling many emotions. confusionâ about the whole thing. upsetâ he wasnât able to get his side in. angerâ over the newsflash comment. you had come a long way with his kids, and be had a controversial opinion on who was a better mother figure to the two.
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âyou canât come tomorrow.â
the words feel like a stab in the heart when you hear them. daniel had sat you down in the living room after the kids had gone upstairs to play, and told you that he needed to talk to you.
you assumed it was serious, but you didnât think it was this.
âwhat?â is all that falls from your lips, as youâre too shocked to form a proper sentence. daniel isnât even looking at you, heâs more focused on picking his the nail of his index finger.
âyou canâtâ you canât come tomorrow. iâm sorry, i know itâs quite late to tell you, but.. yeah,â he trails off, voice low. he still isnât looking at you, hasnât done since he asked you to sit with him. it feels dismissive, it feels wrong. it feels like a completely different person in front of you.
âhave i done something? we were so excited to bake with the kids and sell their cakes,â you plead, reminding him that just yesterday, you were both so happy about the event.
âlookâ itâs.. itâs a parent event, yeah?â daniel lets out, cringing at his words. he hates that heâs listening to her, he doesnât even agree with the decision, but something is telling him he has to.
then again maybe he shouldnât, because the moment he finally looks up, he sees the saddened look on your face. he couldnât read every emotion you seemed to portrayâ you looked upset, hurt and maybe.. betrayed? fuck.
âandâ and please believe me when i say you do such a great job looking after them,â he starts, raising his hands as he goes to ramble out something to save his ass.
but you interrupt him with a dry laugh, shutting your eyes as you take a deep breath in. your head falls, and you stare down at your trembling hands that lay atop your thighs. suddenly your vision gets blurry andâ oh, the tears have started.
danielâs heart breaks as he sees the tears welling in your eyes, and he reaches out to comfort you. he wasnât expecting it to be reciprocated well, but he wasnât expecting you to completely pull away from him.
âsweetheartââ âdonât sweetheart me, daniel,â you snap, licking your suddenly dry lips. âi thoughtâ i thought that maybe..â you started, danielâs heart cracking even more at the wobble in your voice. âfuckâ i really thought things were moving into a new chapter. i thought that the kids were seeing me as something more than just.. a babysitter. i thought you were starting to see me as something more than a fuck every now and then, like it was in the beginning.â
daniel gapes at your words, and shit. he hadnât even thought about how the whole situation would have looked without context. but then again, would it have been better with it? it was too late to find out now, anyways.
ânoâ no, you know itâs not like that,â he tells you firmly, going to reach a hand out for you to comfort you, but he was taken aback when you abruptly stood up.
âi think iâm going to go,â you told him, not allowing nor wanting to hear the rest of what he had to say. as soon as you walked out the living room, he could only stare at the floor in disbelief.
he was trying so hard to obey to his ex, that he was completely disregarding youâ his current partnerâsâ feelings. what the fuck was wrong with him?
he was brought back to reality when you had shouted upstairs to the kids, telling them you had to head back to your own house tonightâ that there was some leftover work you had to do. daniel turned his head to the side, watching as his kids ran downstairs to give you a big hug, whining about how they wanted you to stay.
you didnât even spare him a glance as you said your goodbyes, and he felt like the slammed front door was the only goodbye heâd be getting.
he had really fucked it.
okay honestly i did NOT expect it to get to 1k words.. LOL. angst just really draws me in and i get carried away!! thank you đ« nonnie again for this wonderful idea, youâre a godsend<3<3
part 2, perhaps? đ
#opening my mail#thoughts#đ« anon#divorced dad!daniel#dr#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo x you
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2. Putting it into gear
Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader
A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.
The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.
âHeyâ you greet her, âWhat did you need to talk about?â She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.
âLook, I owe you an apology and-âÂ
âThat's an understatement.â You cut her off. âTwo years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apologyâ
âJust hear me outâÂ
She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.
âPlease,âÂ
âFineâ You cross your arms in anticipation âYou gonna tell me or what?â
âI need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.â Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her.Â
âWhat?â Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion âWhy me?â
âYou're the only gay person I know, Iâm trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their âGayâ visionâ She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. âLook its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.â
She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.
âI also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.âÂ
âI wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.â
 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind.Â
âIâll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.âÂ
You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.
âThank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/nâ She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.
âWe need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.â You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her.Â
âAre you free this week to meet up?âÂ
âTuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.â
âHow about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?â The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these âPopularâ people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg.Â
âSure, Itâll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,â Itâs a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.
âYeah?"
"Oh, Okay."
"Iâll see you soon, Mom. Love you byeâ
You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily.Â
âYou gotta go I assume?â you pick at your nails, âI can walk you home if you want?â You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. âUnless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-â
âNO!â She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence âI mean, Noâ She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, âitâd be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.â She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment.Â
âLead the way,â You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.
âI missed you, you know that right?â
The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.
âI hoped you did,â
You chuckle slightly,
âI missed you too.â
âThis is me,â she stops in front of the house you used to know, âYou wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.â
âSure, Itâll be nice to say hi to your mom.â She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. âDo we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?â You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.
âYeah, I guess so..â She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. âHey, I brought home a special someone.âÂ
âOh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.â She embraces you in a warm hug. âFeels like I haven't seen you in forever.â She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow.Â
âJust been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.â You lightly giggle at Meganâs momâs actions. âGlad to see you Mrs. Skiendielâ
âOh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.âÂ
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âWow aunty, this is seriously delicious.â You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. âI'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen youâ You say in between bites.
âIm happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honeyâ She chuckles
âUhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.â Meganâs words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look.Â
âYou guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.â Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, âI've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.â She matter-a-factly comments,
âNo funny business in my house alright?âÂ
âYes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worryâ
You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.
âI wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.â You stupidly grin at her.
âI know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.â She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. âI have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?â She squints her eyes at us,Â
âYeah, dont worry about it, Mom.â Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen.Â
âIâll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.â Meganâs Mom announces before the door closes.
âOh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.â You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.
âYeah no that was really awkward.â She giggles âYes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's readyâ She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly.Â
âCome on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?â You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.
âMhm, sounds like a solid planâ She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head
âYou did not just do thatâ She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. âYou little shit, YnâÂ
âSuch hurtful words require punishmentâ You giggle as you spray her with more water,
âWhat the fuck!â She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, âthat's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.â Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.
âCome here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?âÂ
âNo! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.â She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen.Â
âIm gonna get you!â She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.
âIâve got you trapped now don't i?â She pants.
âI guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?â
You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug âEughhhh, it's so coldâ You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt,Â
âYou get what's coming for you.â
âCan i atleast borrow a shirt or something?â You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.
âYeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.â She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.
âYou took down the BTS posters?â You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.
âFigured it was time to grow up i guessâ She sighs and pulls out the shirts.Â
âYou sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.â
âYes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.â She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.
âJust asking, No offence and all thatâ You exhale deeply, âShould i go to the bathroom and change or?â She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.
You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.
âSorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.â You sit on the end of her bed.
âIts okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.â You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together.Â
"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.
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Ok, nevermind, I am going to try and put my complicated thoughts on paper.
So, about Dragon Age elves being intentionally inspired by Jews.
Like, on one hand theyâll always hold a special place in my heart because when do Jews *ever* get to be portrayed as elegant and mystical and beautiful? Even if modern DA elves are a fallen, oppressed people, those vibes are still present. And even if itâs not always handled well, the struggle between the more assimilated city elves and the more traditionally minded Dalish is very real. The longing for a lost homeland. The ache and resentment and fear that nothing is stable & people could turn on a dime. The isolationist tendencies that arise as a consequence of that. Perhaps prickly and defensive to outsiders, but loving and community-centered to their own.
In short, it resonates, and I always felt like I had room to roleplay and embrace these concepts, particularly in the older games.
Tbh even the Dalish clans always on the verge of dying felt real. Perhaps too real. And I think the main problem (for me), was that it was never treated with the gravity and respect it shouldâve been. The characters shrug and move on.
Even Davrinâs distaste for his peopleâs focus on the past doesnât bother me. Because not only do people like that exist, they still made him unapologetically Dalish (he even named his gryphon Assan! An elvish word!) Itâs obvious he still cares deeply about elves, and he was the only one who consistently expressed concern for modern elves when the topic came up. If theyâd handled the rest of the elves in the game better (which Iâll expand on in a second), I think heâd actually serve as a great constrast to Bellara.
But then we get to the Evanuris, constant victim blaming, and the inexplicable white-guilt projecting the writers added in Veilguard. (And that last one stings because minorities are never treated as individualsâa bad apple is always turned into a representive of the collective.)
Choosing to make the Evanuris the root of Thedasâ woes might be a neat twist in isolation, but itâs *not* in isolation. Not when Jews are at the center of every conspiracy theory and often painted as this nebulous, shadowy cabal controlling society for their own nefarious means. And to then have the gall to paint *all* modern elves with this brush? As if theyâre responsible for a few shitheads that existed thousands of years in the past (that also happened to enslave them). As if theyâre somehow complicit when past games have made it abundantly clear that elves are treated like trash with ZERO institutional power? (And Veilguard conveniently brushes this under the rug).
Itâd be one thing to make Bellara apologizeâbecause itâs kinda in characterâbut thereâs no meaningful pushback. And elf!Rook has at least three opportunities to spout those same bullshit white-guilt apologies. Tbh, it soured me to Hardingâs entire questline.
And the distressing reality that the Evanuris might make people even more distrustful and violent towards elves? Itâs practically framed as a *new* fear. Which is utterly ridiculous when even an elven Inquisitor can state that people will always find a way to blame elves (with an appropriately resigned anger)
And going back to Bellara, I hate hate hate that her questline almost encourages us to throw away the Archive, as if this monumental resource is selfish to want to preserve? And why do we get to make this choice? Rook might not even be a elf! Itâs similar to the framing of Merrillâs quest to restore the eluvian, but at least Merrill fights tooth and nail for it. Why is the desire to reclaim and discover lost knowledge always presented as stupid and dangerous?
One last thing: Epler said they were trying to give the Dalish a win in Veilguard, and I assume baking in a âsave the Dalish!â quest was an attempt to make up for the potiential massacres in past games, but, uhâŠit failed imo. How is it a âwinâ to make them nothing more than poor little props for the Big Hero to swoop in and save? They have no agency. Theyâre shown no respect. We donât even get to talk to them!
Anyway, Iâve seen some excellent takes on the anti-indigenous racism baked into the elves, but not one from a Jewish perspective. So hereâs me, a Jew, venting about a series thatâs somehow still near and dear to my heart, and probably always will be, despite the racism and antisemitism. (Though whether Iâll replay datv or buy any future games is up in the air. Right now veilguard feels like the last strawâthe mediocre writing failed to make up for the highly questionable & infurating choices made).
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STARRYSHARKS FAQ: 2!
this FAQ will go over some of the questions about my process that i get in my askbox. some disclaimers:
ANYONE who asks any questions that have been answered in either FAQ will be ignored.
PLEASE don't take this FAQ as gospel or assume that it's viable art advice. it is not. i am not a professional, i am a teenager who draws in her free time and therefore many of these answers will involve things that break common "laws" of art, logic, and anatomy. this is just how i personally go about my illustrations. please also don't take me or any individual artist as your sole inspiration, you will not get anywhere believe me. art is like a balanced diet. if you eat sweets all the time, you'll get sick - but if you only eat veggies and healthy food, you'll get bored. try to take inspiration from a vast range of artists, even those you don't think you'd really enjoy. and most importantly, LEARN THE FUNDEMENTALS OF ART!!!! even just a little bit of knowledge can go a long way, regardless of how simple or realistic you want your artstyle to be. refusing to learn fundamentals had my art looking janky for years.
ok enough waffle let's get started!
Q: HOW DO YOU DRAW FACES?
A: it depends.
there's lots of things you can do to a face to make it unique. the starting point is the facial features themselves - eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth... if they're the same for every character with the only uniqueness being in eyecolor or something like that, you get same face syndrome.
so, take your characters and apply some diverse facial features. certain facial features have certain character connotations too. like downturned eyes implying a laid-back or tired character, or a 3-shaped mouth implying a catty character, something like that.
but, for me, facial diversity isn't enough. it's not like you go out and everyone has the same head shape. so, i tend to try and get creative with face shape, and depending on how thin or wide the shape is, you can move around the facial features too.
these examples are a little shitty but that's because i put them together in 10 minutes. you can see the effect in my actual characters, who have more effort put into them, and how no character looks alike.
other than that, i tend to try and give every character a different eye shape and pupil "type" - so while krankenstein and romĂšo might have simple black dot eyes, octavia and vivica have large multicolor anime esque eyes, onion has cartoony circle eyes, and so on. if you just switch things around enough, even characters with similar face shapes will look unique. and even if they don't, doppelgangers do exist in real life.
Q: HOW DO YOU DRAW HANDS?
A: once again it depends. some characters have regular shaped hands while some have really tiny hands that only have 3-4 fingers instead of 5. usually my larger characters will have smaller hands but that isn't always the case.
but for the standard hand, i tend to have a line between the palm/base and the fingers. and then i um...add the fingers i guessđ there's usually a lot of abstraction when it comes to hands for me, because i'm not the best at drawing them. usually either the last three fingers or the middle two will be connected as well depending on the pose.
Q: HOW DO YOU DRAW FURRIES?
A: i don't really know myself. i still don't know how to draw most furry species especially canines, god i hate canines!!! well not really, i can just never draw their snouts. really i draw furries like i would human, just with larger thighs and further back lower legs. and fur too. i like to exaggerate the nails too. and of course add fur, usually at the joints.
Q: HOW DO YOU DO LINEART?
A: i draw over the sketch. i do the sketch in thin, low opacity lineart, and go over it in varying thickness based on the perspective/desired look to get that comic book varied thickness look. the eraser will be your best friend more than the pen here, cuz there's a lot of cleaning up with both the sketch and the final lineart to have everything looking sharp.
Q: CAN YOU GIVE A STEP BY STEP GUIDE OF HOW TO DO YOUR STYLE?
A: no and i will never be able to. there is no formula to my style, i break every rule i make for myself. i barely follow any of the answers i write in these QNAs. they are not rules or steps but rather just me explaining my habits in art. i never have a checklist when i draw, i just do these things intuitively based on years of drawing. this might sound like some stuck up "it comes naturally" thing but trust me IT DOES NOT COME NATURALLY!!! these habits are born from over a decade of drawing. and besides, like i said before, with how varied i try to make my character designs any step by step would never be universal to my style. i'm really sorry but that's the truth. either way i hope this QNA helps.
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I just: finished my translation work đđđđđđđđ
#thoughts#IT'S DONE!!!!!!#IT'S DONE!!!!#I've been working on this game since almost exactly 2 years#two years and one month to be exact#so I'm a little emotional!!#it's going to be a really sweet game I'm happy I got to work on it#with a story that is simple and approachable but with pretty neat character depth#like a hot cocoa and cinnamon cookie during a rainy day kind of game#ALSO I got my first feedback on the unmanageable thralls outline#and the issues weren't where I expected them to be#it's always the thing I assumed I had nailed...................#actually once I secure an acceptable v2#I Might look for people willing to give me feedback#especially on the most sensitive parts (but also overall)#I just need to be more sure of myself + have some kind of sample scene that I can slide alongside so people can get an idea of#what it actually looks like re: medium and mood etc#ANYWAY
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Communicate like an adult and get results :)
#one the best things I've learned to do in the last five years is advocate for myself#new people took over the kennel I contract at and they haven't been giving me any of the boarding nail trims#I've been a little miffed about it but didn't say anything bc I assumed it was a money thing - if I do the nail trim I get commission#but if a kennel tech does it they don't get commission#today I caught them with a special baby of mine tho and they had just gotten started so I said#I'm supposed to be the only one who does her nails#and the tech was thrilled bc she doesn't like doing nail trims anyway#so after that I pulled myself together and said something to the manager about how the old owner had me do basically all of the nail trims#and he goes#great!#we all hate doing nail trims#and I ended up with 3 today and 2 tomorrow which is an extra $25 in my pocket so that's awesome#i really have found just talking about things like an adult (calmly and rationally) can get you the things you want most of the time#ig bc I grew up with a parent who would sometimes snap at me just for speaking I always expect the worst reactions from people#but so far I've found I almost always get the best#and even when I don't get what I want#nobody has yelled at me for asking
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ౚৠin which you run into rafeâs arms whenever thereâs trouble. not that he minds, of course.
being rafeâs girlfriend meant relying on him for everything. it made him feel wanted, and made you feel safe. so although it went against all your morals as a woman, it just felt right crawling into a cute boyâs muscular arms whenever you needed comfort or help. whether someone made your drink wrong, or a boy was hitting on you, or anything else really, rafe was there to help you out. youâd just grab his hand or pull him aside, and heâd mutter an âi gotcha, kid,â before going to handle it.
heâd assumed youâd be okay going to a friends birthday party. he wasnât invited, it was a âno boys allowedâ kind of party. just gossiping pillow fights and giggles. and these were your friends, if you had any issues youâd sort them out yourself. but, spoiler alert â he was wrong.
rafe was at tannyhill, sitting on the couch on the balcony as he replied to his fathers email about the dumb cross that rafe wanted to sell. it was probably around two hours ago when you left, in your cute dress that he bought you, giving him a big kiss before leaving with a birthday gift in hand. the sun was setting, it wasnât even that late. so he certainly wasnât expecting a security alert that the front door was opening, nor your pouty face appearing at the balcony door as you opened it slowly.
your lips were red, matching the unnatural hue on your cheeks. little white lines stained from your eye down to your jaw. your eyelashes were droopy and had little wet drops on them. which leaves him to one conclusion; you were crying.
â..shit,â he mutters under his breath, drawling out the word with parted lips and sighing as you plop yourself down beside him. âwhat happened, baby?â an arm instantly wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. you instantly cuddle into him, like you always do. right back in your loverâs arms.
â..anna,â you sniffle, voice soft and shaky. âi donât get it. i donât get why sheâs so nice to everyone except for me. hates me for no reason, rafe, she hates meââ a quick interruption on his part, quickly shutting you up because youâre not answering the question properly.
he finds it hard to believe that anyone could hate his girl. âwhat did she do?â he asks, making sure youâre looking him in the eyes so you really understand what heâs asking for. specifics.
âsheâs just so rude. said my highlights were way too grown out, said my dress did nothing for my figure and washed out my tan, said that my nail polish was chipping..â you trail off and sniffle. âanything to prove im not perfect, rafe. like duh, i know im not, but she likes to point it out. then she always giggles like itâs just a silly joke,â
â..uh huh,â he hums along. âân you know thats not true, right?â he checks, as if itâs obvious.
âwell it is true. havenât gotten my hair done in months, and my nails are chipping, so..â
he sighs. ânot that part, kid. câmon,â
ââŠthat was the only part, rafe,â
âtalking about the âperfectâ part,â he clarifies. âyou know youâre perfect, câmon, donât start saying you arenât,â
âno oneâs perfect,â you counter.
âi beg to differ,â he shrugs. ânow câmon, whaddya want me to do about this bitch, huh?â he changes the topic before you argue and he has to assure you more.
ânothing, rafe,â
ânothing?â
âmhm.â
he huffs and leans back on the couch. he knows you. you donât want him to do nothing about this. âwhy the hell are you here then, if you donât want me to do anything?â
âto see my handsome boyfriend ân tell him what happened,â
â..right,â he says after a moment. âsure thing, kid. i wonât do anything. whatever you want,â you can tell heâs lying through his teeth.
you smile softly at his agreeable attitude, his voice and touch alone comforting you more than anyone else could. so you cuddle into him more, doe eyes looking out at the sunset overlooking tannyhill, at the american flag waving in the humid wind. youâre perfectly content letting him dry the leftover tears and spending the night with him instead of your little friends.
but you and him both know heâs gonna be making an angry phone call to a certain girl after you leave.
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à©â©â§âË CRASH LANDING (LN4)
pairing: lando norris x f!reader
summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car â the internet canât stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.
genre: comedy, fluffy
authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you donât need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!
*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)
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user you are so unserious sir
user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC
user no clue but sheâs CUTE
oscarpiastri @/fia look here
landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met
user itâs giving meet cute
user iâd read a fic on it
yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR
landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED
user ASSUMING THIS IS HER???
user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS
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yourusername monaco recapđČđš successfully didnât get hit by too many cars!
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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN
user nah this is actually a full meet cute iâm sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms
bestfriend still canât believe you didnât take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead
yourusername can you blame me
user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that
friend1 wait till everyone finds out youâre only there for another 4 days
user WHAT. i canât have them separated alreadyđ¶
user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now
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photo 1: lando paid for me to get my nails done !!!
photo 2: :D
photo 3: ur all romanticizing my life rn but this is my view in a fancy ass restaurant]
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yourusername final days in heaven. iâll miss so much about this place
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user wait she doesnât live in monaco?? sheâs leaving??? just after iâve gotten attached to her and lando???
bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles
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user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?
user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to
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landonorris safe to say iâve had a pretty good break between races
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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep theyâre whipped
user please tell me yâall are going to stay in contact?
user my heart is shattering already
mclaren đ§Ą
user MCLAREN PLEASE YOUâVE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE
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o: safe to say youâve had a pretty interesting break before this race
l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!
o: okay but i didnât literally hit my girlfriend with my car!
l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?
o: stop deflecting!
l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!
o: so how are things going now?
l: (awkwardly) well you know how itâs⊠yeah
o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclarenâ
l: no no no donât give them any ideas! theyâre listening!]
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mclaren the boys are back! donât forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and⊠girls?
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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do
mclaren đ
user when oscar asked him about y/n⊠i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri youâre such a gossip
oscarpiastri you love me for it
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what iâm thinking?
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?
oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!
user what on earth is going onâŠ
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yourusername lately :)
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user you are so ! gorgeous !
user i can see why lando is obsessed
user speaking of⊠where is our favorite brit in the likesâčïž
oscarsgf pretty girl!!!
yourusername oh?!? thank u cutie!!!
user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???
mclaren youâd look good in orangeđđ§Ą
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mclaren itâs race dayđ«Ą
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user WHO IS THE GIRL
user IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS
user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N
user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER
user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE
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yourusername i donât know guys, do you think heâs cute?
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user OH MY GOD FINALLY
landonorris i will hit you with my car again
yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?
landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast
yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you donât know how to do the speed limit
user i love them. i love them so much.
oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates
landonorris leave this comment section now
yourusername @/landonorris too late weâre already texting
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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services
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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN
user new fav couple fr
oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me
user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER
user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf
oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well
oscarsgf theyâre stealing our thing
yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me
landonorris well in all the others youâre mid cartwheel
mclaren glad to be of service𧥠anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?
landonorris iâm gonna stop you right there
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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasnât gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! iâm a little rusty in my writing considering everything!
in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as theyâre easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff â pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if youâre having a baby?)
let me know your thoughts in the comments/reblogs/asks â iâve missed talking to you all sm! i have anon emojis available if people wanna chat toođ€
for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx
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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt
OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD
a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers
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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of getoâs shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesnât do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
geto was a sweet roommate.
heâs always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you werenât even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasnât you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), getoâs firm and abrupt ânoâ was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.
even he wasnât sure when it all started â you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.
itâs not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldnât go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojoâs bright personality or shokoâs satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when youâre hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.
the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shokoâs overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you wouldâve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when youâre begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,
âsuguru, pleaseeâ i wouldnât wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.â
shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, âhelp your poor friend out, suguru.â
gojo torments him to no end. he doesnât regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.
âyeah,â itâs said breathily, softly, âitâs no problem.â
suguru thanked god you hadnât wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didnât need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times heâd think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.
today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when heâd spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before itâs thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasnât gojo, no, heâd wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.
â(y/n), âm going to the store, you wantâŠâ his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.
thereâs a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.
â(y/n)? love? you okay?â
âyâ yeah, iâm fine sugu. what did you say earlier?â
âiâm going to the store. itâs grocery day so iâll be there for a while â need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?â
geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you donât even make a move to open the door.
âno itâs fine, and okay! iâmâ uh, busy with something,â you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, âso iâm sorry i canât help today.â
getoâs disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.
ââs fine, see you later!â thereâs a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but heâs satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, youâre unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.
geto wasnât the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last weekâs load; itâs been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. youâre sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him â always put on when with you â itâs like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.
what would it be like to actually wear it?
the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise youâve never tried that before.
peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that youâre a little lightheaded by the possibility of being getoâs, belonging to geto.
âoh godâŠâ you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. heâd be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.
youâre whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. itâs cute how you donât know thatâs already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommateâs shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.
youâre so entranced by the sensations you donât hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call heâs having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like sheâs definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?
the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed âiâm hanging up, you pervert. iâll talk to you laterââ
setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.
âsuguruâ f-fuck, right thereââ geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door â a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommateâs cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.
your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.
oh, shit.
and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.
fuck, did i say that out loud?
youâre speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like youâve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar â geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man whoâs craved you for so many months. you like it.
âyouâreâ youâre wearing my shirt,â geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.
âyeaâ yeahâŠâ
geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment heâs been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.
suguruâs words is heavy, âyou think youâre cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like thatâŠâ
your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so youâd reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.
âyeah.â itâs so quiet he almost doesnât hear it, âbeen wanting you for a long time.â
your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. youâd probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.
âyeah?â
youâre finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. itâs messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. thereâs a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.
âcâmon, letâs see the mess you made,â you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.
âoh, sheâs so fuckinâ prettyâŠâ your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. itâs clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.
âwanâ you to eat me out, sugu,â youâre mumbling and suguru thinks itâs so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.
getoâs tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.
âsâdamn sweet,â you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesnât let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.
âohâ your fingers, sugu, theyâreââ theyâre so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldnât feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.
âbetter than yours?â he asks with a lopsided smile.
you huff in indignance â not your fault you had shorter fingers, âyeah.â
âiâll make full use of âem, baby,â geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. âtoo much?â
you shake your head, ân-no, justâ feels too good.â
your roommate laughs softly, âprincess is just too sensitive.â
heâs tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon heâs adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, youâre begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.
getoâs pace is routine like his life, but itâs not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. itâs like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldnât mention that out loud, but eros canât possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.
âf-feel so good, mmhâ so deep, suguruâ!â his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him.Â
âya like that? filthy girl,â geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and thereâs that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.
âsuââ you donât even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.
âpatience, sweetheart,â geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. youâre taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. âbut then again, weâve been dancing around each other for too long, now.â
you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs couldâve come true, and yet now youâre tangled up like this in his shirt.
once getoâs underwear comes off, youâre gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. âweâll make it fit, alright?â
you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, âyeah, i trust you to take care of me.â you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. youâre scoffing and pushing at him later, youâre just too tall.
he takes care of you perfectly fine â when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and youâre grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much â geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.
youâre receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like youâ
as his roommate and maybe now, something more.
part two âĄ
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âTouch me.â
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie urges you to communicate your sexual feelings for him.
warnings/tags: 18+ smut, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, decrophylia, reader is bad at communicating feelings, somewhat shy reader, reader is afraid of annoying eddie about sex, daddy kink, use of sir, sixth month relationship, reader wants to be hurt by eddie, thumb sucking, basically a fic about my first few times having sex lmao, pain play, all consensual, some angst if you squint, language. let me know if i missed anything!
Eddie knew when there was something on your mind. He could feel your eyes staring into the side of his face, the way you shifted almost anxiously. The relationship was still somewhat new. Youâd only been dating for six months, but still, he wanted you to be comfortable enough to ask for what you wanted. Which he knew what it was. Your hand would slip onto his thigh, rub it casually before disappearing back to your lap. Your head would muzzle against his shoulder, kissing his clothed skin before retreating back to your spot on the couch.
Eddie knew you had your battles with things. Sex did not come easy to you at times, nor did communicating about it. But you needed to use your words with him, otherwise neither of you would get anywhere.
It had been almost two hours into the film you were watching. It was late and he was growing tired, moderately buzzed from drinking. The living room was dark and glowing from the staticy light of the television.
âEddie?â You finally asked, meekly.
âHmm?â He hummed, arms crossed as his eyes barely blinked from sleep.
âCan I ask you a question?â
âYou know you can.â
It was quiet again for several seconds. He looked over to find you biting your nails. âWhat is it?â He sat up slightly.
You laughed almost awkwardly, shaking your head with a deep blush. âIâmâŠare you tired?â
He smirked just barely. âYes.â But he was never too tired for sex. âWas that what you wanted to ask me?â
âNo.â You shuffled your feet on the floor. âDo youâŠdo you want to have sex?â
He couldnât help but laugh, looking over at you with curious brown eyes. âI always want to have sex.â
You laughed too, a heavy one that was marinated in relieve. He didnât reject you. You were always so afraid of that. You were so afraid of bothering him, getting on his nerves. Eddie had taken your virginity, and you werenât that skilled when it came to sex. You didnât know what to do at most times, but luckily Eddie knew what he was doing. Still, it made you feel foolish. You just wanted him to be happy, but you were just so damn touch starved all the time.
You always wanted him, but terrified he didnât want you back. That it would be a sexual burden for sleeping with you.
Eddie cupped your cheek, bringing you into his side so he could hug you. âTell me whatâs on your mind, baby.â
He was so good to you, there was no reason to be fearful of him. You sighed heavily into him, nuzzling your body against his. âIâm just nervous. I donât want to annoy you.â
âYou think sex annoys me?â
âI just donât want to seem needy or overbearing.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you that youâre not, babe?â He looked down at you, lifting your chin with his index finger. âYou donât annoy me. You donât overwhelm me. You worry me sometimes, because youâre always in your head thinking. I need you to communicate with me. Thatâs all I ask.â
Your eyes had teared up and you nodded, too emotional to speak.
He caught a tear with his finger. âI canât always assume what you want. I need you to tell me what it is, baby. Tell me what you want.â
His mouth was dangerously close to yours, hovering, testing the waters, waiting for you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you.
âI want you to fuck me.â Your voice is barely over a whisper. âHard. Donât be nice to me.â
He smirks just slightly. Your requests were just about as freaky as the things he imagined in his head. âDonât be nice, huh?â He cocked a brow, dragging his thumb along your jawline. âWhat do you say?â
âPlease.â You closed your eyes in a beg, already wet and throbbing for him. âPlease, daddy.â
He pushes his thumb between your lips, passing your teeth and hitting the back of your throat. You suck it immediately, nibbling on his skin just barely. His jaw fall slack at the sting, chin raised in a dominant glare as he watches you. âDo you want me to hurt you?â He asks for you, knowing damn well that itâs what you want.
Youâre blushing around his finger, popping him out of your mouth as you nod. âDoes it make you uncomfortable?â You ask nervously. You were always afraid to communicate your sexual desires with him, too scared that it might frighten him away.
He canât roll his eyes or laugh, he knows how delicate the topic is for you. âNo, y/n.â He cups your cheek. âIt doesnât as long as itâs what you want. Youâre still new to this. You need to go at your own pace. Just be yourself and Iâll guide you.â
You place your mouth on his, rising up so you can climb on his lap. Your hot against him, warm and throbbing. He can feel it. âThen hurt me.â You whimper, emotions building up in your chest, emotions you can never quite understand.
He kisses your neck, hot and sweaty kisses trailing down your skin, his teeth nibbling at your sensitive pale skin. His hands move down to your ass, quickly yanking down your shorts to grab you with thick hands. âYou know your safe word. Use it when you need to. Donât worry about me.â
Your heart begins to bang in your chest, hitting you with nerves and adrenaline, but you nod. You nod because itâs what you want and he knows how to give it to you. Thereâs no other person that can give you relief like the does.
âStay still.â Your over his lap now, grabbing at the couch in front of you as he adjusts you to where he needs you, plump ass in the air and ready for him to do with what he wants.
âYes, sir.â Your face is beet red, cheek pressed against your arm. You close your eyes, ready for whatâs to come.
Your crying soon after he starts, whimpering and moaning as he spanks you, alternating cheek to cheek in a steady rhythm that has your legs twitching out from the uncomfortable burn. You move down to grab at his ankle, your cunt throbbing around nothing so painfully.
Eddieâs cock is hard, straining against his jeans as he cracks down his hand, leaving red marks on your skin thatâll surely leave a bruise. His panting, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck as he continues to spank you.
You lift your hips to meet his hand, begging for more and more of this punishment, if thatâs what it was. Your choking on your tears, sputtering out a sob. âOw!â You whimper.
He looks at you, but doesnât stop. He knows youâll stop him when youâve had enough. You always do. Your ass is on fire and so is your pussy, leaking down your leg as you sputter out cries. âTouch me.â You beg, broken by your cries.
He stops as soon as you say the word, knowing youâve had enough, and dips his fingers into your sopping wet cunt. âDid that feel good baby? You like it when daddy spanks you?â
You moan out loud, hot and pornographic at the feeling of his fingers. You canât say anything only muttering a jarbled mhm. He doesnât correct you for it, smirking as he fingers you quickly.
âDo you still want me to fuck you?â He lays his other hand on your head to stroke your hair, the other continuing to finger you. âOr do you want me to touch you like this?â
You surprise both him and yourself, climbing off his lap to attack his lips. Heâs pushed to the back of the couch, limbs tangling together in a heap as you make love to his lips. âFuck me, mean, Eddie.â
He groans into your mouth, hurriedly letting go of you to unbuckle his belt and free his long cock. Heâs bending you over the couch, lifting your legs to hang off of the back so he can reach your hole. He teases you a lot about your height difference.
He moans when he pushes into your pussy and you sob out in relief, laying your hands on the couch to keep you from falling off. Your tits are bouncing underneath you, the sound of skin slapping together as he starts to fuck you.
Heâs not nice about it, just as you asked. Heâs hard and rough, fucking you mean and abusing your g-spot with heavy, deep thrusts that have you spewing out desperate cries.
âOh, god!â You struggle to keep upright, your hands slipping from their position. âFuck me, fuck, fuck me!â
He slaps a hand down on your red ass that makes you screech, recoiling back to his hips for more. He grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking you back up to him so your back is flush with his chest. âIs this mean enough? Should I let you cum? Thatâs mean, isnât it?â
He fucks up into you sharply. âHuh? Tell me, angel.â
Youâre begging to come, promising youâll be good and youâll obey him. Heâs got you bent back over, grabbing your hips to thrust into you deeply, so harshly that you can barely form a coherent sentence. He bottoms out while he cums, shooting his load into you as you clamp down on his cock.
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andromeda | (dybmn? bonus)
a bonus vignette from spencer's POV. we find out how he really feels about reader. takes place the day before the argument at the bar.
note: this is not part six! takes place between parts four and five.
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18+ warnings/tags: fem!reader, semi-graphic descriptions of sexual fantasies, some angst, you're not actually present, mention of alcohol, very vague discussions of murdery stuff bc he's supposed to be working, sassy spencer makes an appearance a/n: for all my angels who said they wanted a snippet of spencer's POV! i'm sorry if i'm overdoing it with this story or clogging the spencer tags, i'm just having a lot of fun! i hope you enjoy or that this may be clears some things up for you, pls lmk your thoughts:) ily!!!
Spencer is incessantly drumming the particle board table underneath his fingers.
The polymer veneer is one of his least favorite texturesâhe hates the grain of it and if he were to accidentally scratch the table with his nails he knows it would make the hair on the back of his neck stand up.Â
But of all the things heâs worried about, that ranks very low on the list.Â
Heâs got a lot of mental tabs open all the timeâand the tabs, he can deal with. Itâs when he starts trying to operate with multiple windows that he begins to struggle. His brain, while it is a very fine tuned sort of computer, only has one monitor. Unfortunately, no human (except for the ones whoâve had their brain hemispheres surgically split) is immune to the inevitable pitfalls of multitasking. By dividing his mental energy between you and his job, heâs really fucking up his job. But he also thinks he really fucked up with you on that phone call the other night and for being as logical as he is he canât seem to make that feel unimportantâeven though heâs disgusted with himself for it because there are literally people dying.Â
Someone knocks on the open conference room doorâhe looks up, skimming his lips over his fist.Â
âWhatâs up?â he says too quickly upon seeing Emilyâs mildly concerned face peering in on him.Â
Her mouth bridges into a sort of nonchalant frown and her brows kick up.Â
âJust⊠checking in. Havenât heard from you all morning.â
âYeah, the, uhâthe geo-profile. Iâm still⊠Iâm still working it out.â
Itâs not like heâs ever been phenomenal with his syntax in a social sense, but Spencer is certainly aware heâs doing even worse than usual right now.Â
âOkay. Uh⊠is there anything in particular stumping you, orâŠ?â
âNope. Just not enough information. But IâmâIâm going to keep trying.â
âAlright. Got your phone handy?â
Itâs an odd questionâof course he has his phone handy. Heâs been doing this job longer than Emily has. How else would he communicate with the rest of the team? He bristles.Â
âYeah. Why wouldnât I?â
Emily shakes her head. Sheâs always been particularly good at reading his moods.
âYouâre not under attack, Reid. I was just asking.â
Just as heâs about to say, why would you assume Iâm not prepared for my job, he manages to swerve away and stifle the words with his fist. Instead he looks back down at his copy of the map and nods. In reality, he truly isnât prepared for his job today. The reason he has his phone so close, fully charged and at top volume is because heâs worried heâll miss a call from you.Â
Emily says something else, and he hums in response, and then sheâs gone.Â
He shouldnât be reading into your reticence this much. Itâs not like you just sit by the phone all day, eagerly awaiting a call or text from him (like he does you). You have a life. Youâre busy. And even if you are intentionally dodging his texts, he canât entirely fault you for it. Spencer knows heâs clingy. He knows heâs overbearing. Itâs part of why he panicked the other night and told you the whole humiliating story about Elle. Because he canât ever just be cool and he felt the need to explain himself.Â
But the problem was, and is, that he doesnât know how much longer he can go without saying those three words that fucked him over all those years ago.
So heâd danced around them. Applied them to someone else to try and avoid outright professing his all-consuming love for you over the phone. However you feel, Spencer has to assume he feels more. Spencer always has to assume he feels more because he usually does and itâs gotten him into trouble before. And now heâs pretty sure he was exactly right, as often is the case, because you didnât tell him he was mistaken and youâd clammed up and you havenât talked to him since and heâs not supposed to be reading into it this much.Â
Three victims killed and dumped within a 6 mile radius of the first victim plus one victim killed and dumped 23.8 miles away. That doesnât make any fucking sense. Fuck this guy.Â
Spencer decides the problem is that he needs more caffeine.Â
Or possibly, if he were a different kind of manâcopious amounts of alcohol.Â
So he stows his phone in a pocket and asks the first person he sees where the coffee machine is.Â
âLooks like you found it earlier,â the woman says, glancing pointedly down at his mostly empty mug. A playful smirk tugs at pinkish-brownish lips. Sheâs pretty, he realizes distantly. But he registers it the same way heâd take note of the model of a car, or the species of a bird, or the kind of shoes someone is wearing. It doesnât actually interest him. Itâs just part of processing his environment. âI can show you to it?â
He doesnât have the heart or energy to explain that someone else brought him his cup earlier and heâs not flirting with her.Â
âIf you could just point me in the right directionâŠ?â
She laughs, short and dry, before sheâs pointing down a hall.Â
âKitchenette down there and to the left.â
âThanks,â he mutters, already walking away without sparing her a second glance.Â
Sheâs the kind of woman he would have paid a lot more attention to before you came along. Not that heâd ever sleep with someone on the job (not since he was 25, anyway), but if heâd met her under any other circumstances he probably would have cared more about the way her pupils dilated and her eyes had widened slightly and sheâd adjusted her posture and all the other small things people do when theyâre attracted to someone else. 30 year old Spencer might have slept with her. 27 year old Spencer definitely would have slept with her. Current Spencer obsessively pines for a woman who is already his girlfriend and whom he has yet to sleep with at all far too much to think about other women like that.Â
But god, does he think about you like that.Â
His feet carry him down the dim, carpeted hallway but really it took barely a nudge and heâs thinking about you like that. At work. As heâs pouring himself coffee.Â
Spencer is confident in the fact that if anyone were to look at him right now, theyâd never guess heâs running clips of you in his mind like a dirty supercut. Because heâs just pouring coffee. Thatâs one good thing about having all those tabs open all the time. He can toggle between them quickly. He has enough going on in the background that people look at him and all they can tell is that heâs thinking hard about lots of things. Some of them just happen to be the way you look when youâre naked on his bed, skin shining and glazed eyes sleepy, parted lips higher in color than usual and catching your breath. Some of them happen to be your hair brushing his stomach before he gathers it back for you. Some of them happen to be the way your thighs feel on either side of his face, or how you stretch around his fingers, or how you might feel when you stretch around hisâ
He hisses as hot coffee overflows from the mug and burns his hand.Â
Maybe heâs not as calm and collected as he thought.Â
But on top of all the other things heâs dealing with, having been so close to actually sleeping with you the other night is really fucking with his head. Even if he tells himself he wouldn't have done it, he knows himself better than that. He's too familiar with the effect you have on his judgement.
âFound it okay?âÂ
Spencer looks down, surprised to see the woman from earlier sitting at her desk and watching him as he quickly passes by on his way back to the conference room. Her legs are crossed. Sheâs wearing a pencil skirt and a flouncy sort of blouse which seems impractical for working in an FBI field office. Maybe she notices his eye catching on her figure and misguidedly swivels her chair to give him a better look. But all heâs noticing is that it doesnât look like yours. Now heâs picturing the curve of your hip dripping in silk after that first night at Rossiâs. How your waist and your stomach feel when he slides his hands over you. This womanâshe might as well not even be here for all heâs actually seeing her.Â
âYeah. Thanks again.â
Then heâs gone. Very briefly he acknowledges that he should feel sorry for so obviously brushing her off, but he doesnât care even close to enough. He sets the coffee down on the table and rounds to the board where one of several maps is taped. On autopilot he draws lines between dump sites because one of the background tabs had deduced, while he was busy watching you like porn, that the distance between dump sites form the beginnings of the constellation Orion with some mathematical precision thatâs too exacting to be coincidental. Orionâs Belt plus the most recent victim. Betelgeuse.Â
There are ten formally named stars that make up Orion. He marks all of them, but circles the transposed coordinates of Bellatrix, Saiph, Rigel and Meissa as the next most likely dump sites. Most probably it will be Orionâs head. Theyâre all in wooded areas. He calls Garcia. Garcia will call Emily, wherever she is. If the unsub sticks to pattern, which they always do, they have until midnight. Itâs trite, really. Predictable, like people always are. Far too quickly he drinks half the cup of scalding coffee and retraces his steps through the office to find the bathroom.Â
Itâs empty. The fluorescent lights hum. Spencer washes his hands with cold water and presses still wet fingers to his eyes. Youâre waiting for him behind the black of his lids.
At first you would whine, and he would kiss you and youâd moan into his mouth and say his name when he opened you up as far as you would go. The air would be thick and warm with sex and vanilla perfume. Afterwards heâd take care of you and buy new sheets for his bed in your favorite color even if they didnât match the walls and there would be nothing youâd want for that he couldnât give to you ever again.Â
But.Â
Thatâs all contingent.Â
No matter how often he fantasizes about it, no matter in how much detail, and regardless of how often those details change wildly, one thing always stays the same.Â
The shape of your lips, swollen from kissing, bending around five or six vowels and only two consonants (it seems odd that there are only two consonants in I love you), sometimes before you start, sometimes in the middle or right at the peakâbut always there, always moving in slow motionâand always silent.
In real life, theyâd be aloud. Itâs why his fantasies arenât good enough. Itâs why he canât stop fantasizing about it. Thatâs the only part that really matters to him. The rest varies.Â
Not because having sex with you doesnât matterâit matters so much he almost shatters his molars whenever he starts picturing it around other people. But because Spencer canât have sex with you until you love him.Â
And he worries that you canât love him until you have sex with him.Â
The last time he thought that about a person, it didnât turn out well.
Maybe there is some magic number. Some amount of times you need to have sex with someone before theyâll love you back.Â
If there is, he knows for a fact itâs more than 32.
And he also knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he cannot have loveless sex with you thirty three times while he waits to find out.Â
Not again.Â
But he's going to hold out as long as he possibly can until you say it because he so badly wants you to love him back. He'll let the weight of every ignored text, every reminder that you don't feel that way about him, hang from his shoulders until he collapses. And then he'll probably try to get back up.
Recycled paper towels scratch against his skin. He dries his face and hands and throws them crumpled into the trash can.Â
Outside the restroom, he pulls out his phone. For safety reasons and paranoia disguised as professionalism, youâre not his lock screen. Itâs a photo of the Andromeda Galaxy. Whatever distance lies between you and Spencer, it could always be greater. No matter where you are in the world, you will always be the same 2.537 million light years away from Andromeda that he is.Â
It makes Orion feel much closer. You, too.Â
He sends you a textâthe third message in a row.Â
The distance between blue bubbles feels like light years.Â
Iâll be home tomorrow. I miss you.Â
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âQuid pro quo.â
Lando Norris x reader
TW: none, just fluff
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âCan I pick at the blackheads on your back?
Lando looked up at you, face turning into a somewhat disgusted snarl as he processed what youâd said. He was half laying down in the couch, reruns of some old show playing on the tv as he lazily scrolled through his phone. You leaned against the doorframe, a hopeful smile on your face as you waited for your boyfriendâs agreement.
âWhat?â
âCan I?â
Lando was used to your AdHd-induced ideas, the way you could suddenly appear in the room and start talking about something completely out of pocket. Usually he found it charming, cute, but this just had him squirming.
âNo, you cannot.â He denied you, shaking his head as his eyes trailed down to his phone again. âThatâs disgusting you muppet.â
âGod Lan,â you groaned, dramatically throwing your head back. âDo you even love me?â The whiny exclamation had Landos gaze quickly snap up to you again, his eyes wide in disbelief. He watched you slump against the doorframe, pushing your bottom lip out in a giant pout.
âExcuse me?â He couldnât help but let out something between a scoff and a laugh. You were adorable, dressed in just one of his shirts and your slippers, face contorted in what he assumed was supposed to be an angry frown. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âWhatâs wrong with you? Iâm asking for one small thing-â
âItâs unhygienic!â He argued, amused at the way you stomped your foot. Like a child throwing a tantrum.
âOh, so you can put your dick in my mouth but you wonât let me pick at your skin?â You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to suppress your satisfied smirk at the look on Landos face. His lips pursed together at your statement, eyes narrowing at you as you glared back. The two of you stayed silent for a moment, both waiting for the other to back down, until Lando finally let out a defeated groan. He knew he couldnât argue with that. While muttering stuff you didnât bother listening to he tossed his phone away into the couch before reaching to pull his shirt off. A giant smile broke out on your face and you squealed, wiggling in excitement for a moment before skipping over to your boyfriend. Lando rolled his eyes as you grabbed his face, pressing a quick kiss against his lips, before guiding him to lay down on his stomach.
âYou are the best boyfriend ever.â You mumbled, letting him get comfortable before getting on top of him, straddling his lower back. Landos huffed, turning his head to focus on the tv. You pressed a few kisses to the back of his neck before you began, eyes trailing over his back. Landos back was a masterpiece, youâd always thought so, speckled with birthmarks and freckles and tiny scars and sometimes scratches that youâd put there. Those were your favorite.
âThat hurts.â Lando hissed, shrugging his shoulders as you pressed your nail against his skin. You used your other hand to push him back down, holding him still while you worked, and he groaned into the pillow. You picked at his skin for a while, pushing some blackheads and popping a small pimple or two, and despite twitching from time to time Lando didnât say anything else. He didnât answer you when you told him to stay as he was but when you got back from the bathroom, retrieving some antibacterial wipes, he was still in the same position and you couldnât help but smile. Straddling him again you gently wiped his back down, making sure to keep the popped pimples clean and dry, before tossing the wipes on the table. Slowly you began scratching your nails up and down his back, moving out to caress his shoulders and upper arms too. You felt his skin almost rise under your touch and when you began pressing your thumbs into his muscles he let out a muffled groan.
âGood or bad?â You asked softly, stopping for a second. The moment he confirmed it did indeed feel good you continued, moving from massaging his shoulders and all the way down to his lower back. Occasionally you received a low hum from him and every time it made you smile.
âI like this much more.â Landos spoke into the couch after a while, moving his arm back and letting his hand fumble around until it found your bare leg. You hummed, leaning down to press soft kisses against his back, moving up until you reached his cheek. Lando turned his head and with a bit of effort you reached his lips, the both of you giggling through the kiss.
âQuid pro quo, right?â You pecked his lips quickly before straightening, carefully climbing off your boyfriend. With a grunt Lando turned around to lay on his back, squinting up at you as you stood beside the couch.
âYou definitely know I donât know what that means. But Iâm assuming yes?â He reached an arm out, making grabby hands at you with a small grin. Letting out a breathy giggle you nodded, allowing Lando you pull you down on top of him. You made yourself comfortable, propped up on his chest, before answering.
âIt means that I get something and you get something in return. A change of favors.â You explained softly and he let out an understanding hum.
âRight. I suffer through torture and then I get a massage?â Lando confirmed and you rolled your eyes but nodded. Your eyes flickered across his face and Lando watched you watch him, a breezy smile on his face. When he saw you push your brows together he raised his. âWhat?â Your eyes quickly met his and that same, innocent smile you wore a while ago crept up on your face again. Lando groaned even before you spoke up, knowing he wasnât going to like it.
âCan I pluck your eyebrows?â
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i have a request (hopefully for some smut) đ youve met Eddie because he was your exs dealer! You want to cop on your own but your shy and donât know what your doing!
you lost your V card to your ex, and he was a selfish asshole to you, and Eddie could always tell
PLEASEEE and thank You đ„°
{to request} {Eddieâs masterlist} {main masterlist}
Treat you right
Eddie Munson x inexperienced!reader
Summary: you buy weed and smoke it with Eddie for the first time, he doesnât know you but he knows your ex. He knows how bad he was and he knows how good he could be for you.
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Warnings: drug use, smut, cursing, pet names, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), praise, Eddieâs super sweet but also super cocky, dacryphilia, marking, slight dubcon? theyâre both high
Thank you so much for requesting baby <3 I loved writing this sm
You exhaled shakily. Phone in one hand and a piece of paper with a number and Eddieâs last name written sloppily across it. You got lucky, your boyfriend- ex boyfriend Andrew left his dealerâs number on your bedside table. Youâd met Eddie on multiple occasions, you really liked him. He was sweet, funny, respectful, incredibly charming. You reminded yourself that as you nervously dialled his number.
âHello? Munson residence.â You heard his boyish voice from the other side of the line and already you were smiling to yourself.
âHey Eddie, um, this is-â He cut you off. âI know who this is doll, I could never forget a voice as sweet as yours. What can I do for you?â He chimed and you giggled, blushing.
Andrew really sucked, he never spoke to you so sweet.
You chewed your lip as you tried to form a sentence in your head that wouldn't embarrass yourself. "Um- I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. I'd really like to buy from you, please." You spoke, careful with your words so you wouldn't sound like a complete idiot.
"Awe- y'calling for Andrew?" He asked, as if it wasn't obvious enough that you didn't know what you were doing.
"No- no, um, we broke up a little while ago he uh..." You trailed off, you didn't wanna over share and annoy Eddie. "He left your number at my house and I figured, y'know, I wanna buy some weed- please." You tried and failed to hold in your nervous giggle, you couldn't hear him smiling on the other side of the line at how cute he found you.
"Alright doll, tell you what. Since it's your first time buying from me I'll give you a pretty big discount, just let me know when you're free... and you can meet me, hm?" He offered, voice grainy through the phone.
You nodded, "Sure! I'm free whenever, um, where do you want me to meet you?"
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 The air was chillier than you'd expected, you suddenly regretted forgoing a jacket, and wearing a skirt. You tapped your nails softly against the picnic table where Eddie had asked to meet. You were a bit early, but you didn't mind waiting, and you definitely didn't want to leave him waiting, so you didn't mind sitting there.
 You shivered, and then startled, squeaking as Eddie came up behind you, quiet as ever, and placed his jacket over your shoulders. You blushed and he grinned, rounding the table to sit across from you.
 "Fancy seeing you here, sorry for spookin' you doll." His smile didn't leave his face. The metal of his lunchbox clanged as he put it between you two on the table before opening it. "So. Do you just want what I usually gave to you guys?" He asked, eyes kind and welcoming. You never understood the things you heard people say about Eddie, the things Andrew said about him behind his back.
 "Um..." You trailed off, blushing again. Of course because you always went with your ex to buy weed from Eddie, he'd assumed you smoked it with Andrew. "How- how much did Andrew get usually?"
 You tilted your head and he tilted his in return. "You didn't smoke with him?" He asked and you shook your head. "Have you smoked ever?" You shook your head again.
 "Andrew never let me smoke his stuff. Told me if I wanted to smoke with him I had to find my own dealer, get my own weed." You chewed your lip anxiously as you explained. "And the only people I knew who sell it are you and Tommy Hagan. I don't trust Tommy so..." Eddie nodded, following along as you spoke.
 "And you trust me?" He asked, a lilt of surprise in his tone. You nodded and he smiled. "Well. My van is parked just down that trail over there, let's get out of the cold, hm?"
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 You laughed loudly as Eddie tried, and failed to blow rings with the smoke he exhaled from his joint. You'd never been high before now, and you were loving it. Eddie coached you through it, showed you how to take a hit off of the joint, held it to your lips as you took your first inhale, then rubbing your back through the coughing fit it induced. He even let you drink his water when your throat grew dry.
 Now you sat across from him in the back of his van leaning against the cool metal wall. Your laugh triggered Eddie's laugh and you both doubled over in an intense fit of giggles.
 "I never understood why Andrew laughed so much when he got high." You giggled through your words, you understood now.
 Eddie laughed in response. He coughed and reached out grabbing your ankle, "What uh- what happened with Andrew? Not that it's any of my business but uh- I don't know. I'm nosey." He laughed, straightening himself as he awaited your response.
 You chuckled bitterly under your breath at the thought of your break up. "He sucked at sharing his weed but um, he was great at sharing his time, and his attention... his dick." You snickered and grimaced, watching Eddie's face match yours.
 He scoffed and leaned his head against his shoulder. "That's awful. I'm sorry- what an idiot." He squeezed your ankle in his hand. "I don't see how he could ever hurt you like that... take you for granted like that." He sighed.
 His words had you blushing. "Yeah well, it's okay, I'm mostly over it. I know that there are other guys out there- better guys." You made eye contact with Eddie for the first time that night, and suddenly the energy of the whole night changed.
 He nodded slowly, mouth just slightly agape. You'd noticed how pretty Eddie was long before you and Andrew broke up. It was silent for a moment, Eddie's hand moved from your ankle to your calf, long fingers wrapping around the underside of it, thumb stroking your skin. "Yeah... there are plenty of guys out there who'll treat you better. You deserve to be treated right." He proclaimed, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Your throat went dry.
 Your legs relaxed, inching apart, calf resting fully in his hand. "I wanna be treated right." Your voice sounded so small and shy. You'd blame it on the weed.
 Eddie's eyebrows rose slightly his pupils wide and eyes glossy. "Let me treat you right." His voice was both domineering and pleading all in one and it filled you with a blooming heat.
 You couldn't find your words, just nodding eagerly, desperately. He didn't hesitate to move onto his knees, leaning over you and gently pulling you to meet his lips by your chin. His lips were warm against yours, you basked in it.
 His tongue glided over your bottom lip, waiting for you to part your lips before he entered them. It was a beautiful contrast compared to how Andrew would just shove his tongue in your mouth before you were ready, or willing.
One of your hands rested on the back of Eddie's neck lightly, holding him close to you while your other hand gently stroked his jaw. His hands found refuge on your thighs, holding the backs of them gently as he maneuvered his way between them. He didn't grind against you or anything, just kissed you, with his thumbs dragging tenderly against the goosebump ridden skin of your legs that were pressing against his hips. He was only willing to go at your pace, which you appreciated.
 He kissed you until your hips bucked up slightly, panty-covered clit bumping against the bulge in his jeans. The whimper you let out encouraged him to push his hips down to meet yours, he could feel your heat through the denim between you two.
 With the feeling of him rubbing against you, your let your head fall back as you whined softly. The sweet sounds you let out had his cock throbbing, and he soon found himself mouthing at the sensitive skin at your neck. "It okay if I leave marks?" He asked, his voice was dark but his words were kind, and you knew he'd listen if you said no. You also knew that you'd let him do anything to you if he kept making you feel good like this.
 "Yes-" and like that, you could feel him pull the skin below your pulse point past his lips, sucking there softly until he released your skin from his mouth and peppered kisses around it.
 You sighed at the cool air on your slick skin, you sighed as he continued kissing down your neck, sucking another mark just above the collar of your shirt. You looked forward to seeing the bruises he'd leave behind.
 You could feel his breath against your collarbone, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist, thumb playing with the hem of your shirt. Before he could even ask you to, you pulled back from him and pulled your shirt off.
He let out a heavy exhale as his eyes fell on your chest, his fingers twitching beside you. âYou can take it off.â You spoke shyly, referring to your lace bralette. Your cheeks burned as you felt Eddieâs hand glide up your back, it only took a few seconds before you felt the clasp open and he was helping you remove your bra.
As your bralette fell to the floor of floor of his van next to your shirt, you heard Eddieâs breath hitch. âYou are so damn beautiful.â Your heart was racing at his words, racing at how sincere he sounded. You werenât used to this kind of attention and you were thriving from it
Quickly, Eddieâs tongue found your chest, flicking over your right nipple before he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. His fingers found your other nipple, gently pinching and rolling it until it hardened. The new sensation had your back arching, pushing yourself against him more. Eddie loved the noises you were making because of him, for him.
Eddieâs mouth left a trail of kisses from your breast and down your stomach. His bottom lip pressed against the band of your skirt and he held the fabric between his fingers. âCan I take this off of you darling?â He asked as he tugged lightly. You nodded your head but he didnât move, âWords, baby.â He encouraged you to speak.
âYes, please.â Your voice wavered with both nervousness and excitement. The eager smile on his face before he pulled your skirt down had your heart racing and your cunt throbbing.
When he pulled your skirt down, your panties came unexpectedly with them, you werenât sure if it was intentional or not but neither you nor Eddie were complaining. What you really didnât expect, was the audible moan Eddie let out at the sight of your naked body.
You began to sit up slightly, assuming Eddie would want you to ride him, but before you could get up all the way, Eddie was already laying between your legs, hands on your thighs. âWhat are you doing?â You asked softly and he tilted his head in confusion, tearing his eyes away from your cunt to meet your gaze.
He pressed a sweet kiss to your thigh. âI wanna taste you, that okay?â He asked, his eyes were blown out with lust, cheeks flushed red from arousal; still you knew he wouldnât go any further if you told him it wasnât okay.
âTaste me?â You asked, you werenât sure what he meant. He smirked kindly, another kiss to your thigh. You were grateful he didnât make you feel embarrassed for not knowing what that meant.
He inched closer to you, you could feel his breath against your opening and it made you dizzy. âI wanna taste your sweet pussy darling, make you feel good. I want you to cum on my mouth sweetheart.â He rasped, laying his head against your thigh. âWhat? Andrew never use his mouth on you pretty girl?â He was joking, but was both disappointed and pleased when you nodded your head, confirming his statement. He was disappointed that a gorgeous girl like you hasnât experienced that before, but he was beyond pleased that he would be the first one to get to taste you. If he played his cards right, heâd be the only one.
You spread your legs for Eddie and relaxed back, his large palm squeezed your thighs as he held them open and immediately caught your clit in his mouth, sucking it gently, flicking his tongue over it, forcing moan after moan from your lips.
Andrew had never gone down on you before, despite the fact that youâd gone down on him every time heâd ask or even just every time you felt like making him feel good. Heâd never return the favour however. You didnât spend much time thinking about that- or any time at all. All you weâre capable of focusing on was Eddie and how good he made you feel.
Eddie thrusted his hips against the ground, sucking harder on your clit and moaning against it. Your thighs shook against your hand and you couldnât speak. You wanted to tell him how good you felt, you wanted to let him know how good he was doing, but all you could manage was to moan and whine as you felt your stomach get tight.
He moved his hand off of your thigh and pushed two fingers inside of you slowly. There was a small stretch, but it didnât hurt, if anything it felt fantastic.
He wanted to fuck you tonight, and so heâd make sure you were ready to take him, he didnât want you hurting. Simultaneously, he sucked on your clit and pushed his fingers repeatedly against your g-spot. He revelled in the sensation of you clenching down on his fingers. He looked up at you from between your legs, your stomach flexing and your eyebrows pinched together as you moaned, his cock leaked precum into his boxers.
âEddie-â you yelped his name, hips jumping and pressing down against his mouth. You could feel an impending orgasm, and you anticipated it with excitement. Youâd never had an orgasm given to you by someone else.
He could feel you getting closer, he moaned loudly against your clit and you moaned even louder than him, yelling his name as you came. Your thighs shook and your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging lightly as your eyes teared up from searing hot pleasure.
Eddie rubbed your clit slowly as you came down from your orgasm. He moved up, peppering kisses over your cheeks until you came back to yourself, giggling. âI wanna see you, please.â You whispered, tugging lightly at his shirt.
He nodded, âAnything for you.â He had a sing-song tone that made you smile, and you watched hungrily as he pulled his shirt off. You didnât have much time to admire his toned body, pretty tattoos, you were distracted almost immediately by the sound of his belt buckle.
Soon, you and Eddie were both naked in the back of his van, the windows of which were already growing steamy.
He leaned back over you and kissed you sloppily, hips slotting between your legs once again, only this time no clothes were separating you. âYou gonna let me take care of you baby? Show you what itâs like to get fucked by someone who knows how to make a girl feel as good as she deserves?â He nudged his nose against yours, you were growing dizzy with lust and need for him.
You threw your head back as you felt the weight of Eddieâs cock slide against your soaking wet cunt. âYes, please- please fuck me Eddie.â He loved the way your voice shook.
Within seconds, his balls were pressed flush against you, cock deep inside, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was both thicker and longer than Andrew, not by much, but still the difference was enough to have you sputtering.
âOh god-â You moaned loudly, nails digging into Eddieâs shoulders as he began to fuck you.
He only laughed softly, âClose, itâs actually Eddie.â He teased, kissing your jaw as he hiked your legs up to rest on his hips as he fucked you harder, perfectly hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
You reached down to rub your clit but Eddie knocked your hand away with his own, rubbing it for you. He grinned wickedly at your broken moan, cock throbbing inside you at the sight of the thick tears pouring down your face. âPoor girl, so sweet and messy. Ever been fucked like this before? Andrew fuck you this good?â He asked.
You could only shake your head and cry for a moment before you found your words. âNever- never been fucked this good. Youâre- youâre so g-good, Eddie.â You moaned, cunt clamping down on his cock.
Each of you were both growing closer, your hands and legs shaking, Eddieâs hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy. His head fell down to your shoulder and you rested your cheek against his hair. âCum inside me, p-please.â You whimpered.
He moaned in response, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. The feeling of him cumming inside you and playing with your clit had you arching your back and screaming his name.
You both rested in the back of his van for a while, just holding each other. Heavy breathing, sweat slicked skin, and gentle kisses. âThank you.â You whispered.
âThank you.â He answered immediately. âIâm sorry he didnât take care of you the way you deserve.â He kissed you again.
After you both got dressed again, you grew shy, and Eddie only found it endearing pulling the smile from you that he desperately wanted to see. âIâll give you a ride home doll, ân when you need, or want anything, you give me a call.â
Of course you agreed, thanked him. And as he drove you home and you stared at him with hearts in his eyes, you were so grateful for Andrew. Grateful for him leaving Eddieâs number at your house.
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Warnings- Sex w someone who isn't Y/N (It's quick don't worry), friends to lovers, angst, unprotected sex, spitting, praise kink
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Y/N hadnât thought twice about going into the living room she shared with her roommate, AirPods in her ear as she had padded across the hall. Maybe if she had been aware of her surroundings, maybe if she hadnât assumed Harry would figure out she was home by her keys on the rack or her text prior, she would have avoided walking into the scene of filth she found herself stumbling in on.Â
Strolling into the living room, she was stopped cold by the scene in front of her. There, on their couch, was Harry. Fully naked, his back red with what would be scratch marks in the morning, thrusting into someone. A woman, by the sound of the whimpers. Manicured nails gripped his biceps as she whimpered, the sound of sex becoming evident as she ripped the AirPod from her ear.Â
She was frozen. Standing there shocked, hearing his grunts as his hand steadied him on the back of the couch with his fingers denting the fabric, his powerful thrusts jolting the girl and the furniture. He was into it, fully. As much as she felt she was intruding, she couldnât stop looking.Â
It was hot. Y/N had to admit that, even in her frozen shocked state. The mix of their sounds, her red hair spilling over onto the pillow, her leg being held up by one of his hands to get, what was most likely, the perfect angle. Just by the sound of it, the pair was having an incredible time.Â
âFuckinâ taking it so well..â His raspy voice was deep, a depth she hadnât heard the fullness of. It sent tingles down her body, hearing her roommate and seeing him in a way she hadnât before. He had always been sweet and goofy and silly. He joked around about getting lucky, she heard some lighthearted sex stories and had he was a master at dirty jokes- but she had never seen him in the element. Assuming most people didnât see their friends like that.Â
Y/N didnât harbor any feelings, not that she knew of. She wasnât hurt by the viewing, no, more so fascinated and embarrassed because she had caught them. But they seemed far too into it to notice her. That itself got her hot between her thighs.Â
Harry seemingly hadnât been lying about his skill in the bedroom. She thought he had been exaggerating, but the way the girl under him was wailing seemed to have her thinking different.Â
âFuck me.â The girlâs voice sounded weak, red nails tangling in his hair and pulling him down. The sound of lips coming together for a kiss echoed in the room, his pace slowing and his hips grinding into her, making the redhead moan and arch her leg up over his hip to pull him closer. The weak whine was wistful, the pop of their mouths disconnecting and saucy chuckle from Harry was low as he gripped her jaw.Â
âYouâre so close. I can feel it.â He spoke close to her mouth. âWet little cuntâs making a proper mess. Should make you clean it up with your tongue. Filthy little thing.â He grumbled.Â
Y/N had sense to slowly back into the hallway, hiding behind the wall- but she still couldnât look away. It was wrong. So goddamn wrong, but her cunt was hot and wet from simply watching, she wanted to see it all. Just looking at how wet his covered cock had been, stretching the strangerâs cunt out and hearing her whines had her imagining herself in her place.Â
Would he choke her? Would he call her filthy? She could only hope.Â
Her eyes watched as the girl clung to him, letting out little noises each time his cock thrusted into her. The pace was picking up from the slower one, her lips parting in a soft âoâ as Harry looked down at her. It seemed intense. No words exchanged but the noises of their sex, the wetness of her cunt and his cock fucking into the strangerâs welcoming cunt filling the room.Â
The shift happened when he slowly adjusted her leg. Like a bolt had hit her, she squealed and arched up, panting out to him. âFuck, fuck, fuck⊠right there, fuck me right there, donïżœïżœt stop.â She was desperate, begging him as his prick filled her dripping cunt again and again.Â
âMânot stopping until youâre creaming around my cock, sweetheart.â He smirked, keeping the angle perfect as he continued to sheath himself inside of her. The pleasured groans and moans, slapping of skin, it was all hot. Every bit of it. Y/N wasnât going to be able to forget it. Harry was stretching her out, and watching his cock inside of her was doing something to her.Â
It planted a seed of jealousy in her mind. Displaced, of course, because she had no claim over him. He was her friend, her roommate, but watching this made her recall her own experiences. While they hadnât been bad- some were ever good!- they never made her moan like that. Never made her legs tremble in the way the girl underneath Harry were. No one had spoken to her with that sort of grit, that dirty. Her own had been moans, whispers, but nothing that came close to how her body was reaction to the mere sight of this.Â
The noises got louder and she could see that they were getting to the edge but it felt like too much to watch it happen. Instead, she shut her bedroom door and listened. The slap of skin, the whimpers coming from the woman that were slightly muffled and the words of encouragement leaving his mouth. He called her a good girl, told her to cum around him, and a smack followed by a heady moan made her eyebrows raise. Harry was into it. It happened soon after, the repeated mewls into the air that she was cumming and the sound of his hips quickening before he let out a groan that would surely haunt her, then the sounds of frantic lips meeting.Â
It was over now, but she surely wouldnât forget about it anytime soon.Â
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Y/N hid out in her room for 2 hours. She knew the girl was gone, heard Harry tell her goodbye and the closing of the door. Heard him take a shower. But she was hesitant to leave. It was going to be an awkward thing, she knew, especially because sheâd slipped her hand into her panties and made herself orgasm in record time.Â
She was ashamed to get off to the memory of that. This was Harry, after all! But she couldnât deny the hunger that rose after seeing the type of sex sheâd always thought was reserved for her erotic novels in real time. Her sex had never been like that and the pleasured sounds and words from the woman heâd fucked had sounded so desperate and real, there was no way she was faking it. The other thing that bothered her, though, was the fact that he had done it on the couch. They had a rule not to do anything in common areas, and if he had just followed them then she wouldnât be in this mess. Thinking of him in ways she shouldnât be.Â
The guilt bubbled in her stomach, but it was hungry more than anything. She needed to eat something, needed to face the music, and she waited until Harry was in his room to scurry to the kitchen and grab some snacks as fast as she could- some chips, dark chocolate, a protein drink, piling them in her arms to make the great escape back to her room- only to turn around to see Harry standing there with a smile.Â
Fuck.
âHey, lovely. When did you get home? I didnât hear the door.â He hummed, stepping closer into the kitchen and bumping her hip to get into the fridge.Â
There were a few ways she could go about this, but Y/N didnât like to lie. She despised it, actually, and thatâs part of what made Harry like her so much. His words, not her assumption. She was honest to a fault, and it was hard to go back from that. But she wasnât about to admit she stood there and watched- not on her own terms.Â
âIâve been home all day.â She said simply, avoiding his eye as she adjusted the snacks in her arms. Part of her wanted to book it to her room but if she did that, it would be even worse. Heâd follow her. As hard as sheâd tried, her voice came off a bit cool, not the normal easy warmth it usually held. Heâd know.Â
He froze. Harryâs body stiffening as he stood up from the fridge and shut the door. âYou-You have?â His voice was hesitant and she could feel his eyes on her as she nodded, pretending to be interested in the ingredients list of her chocolate. âI- umâŠâ it was very rare to have Harry speechless. He always knew what to say, how to say it, but in this instance he didnât know how to react. âYou⊠Did you-â
âYep.â Y/N nodded. Despite how much she yearned for a lack of awkward, there was no avoiding it.Â
âYou said youâd be gone today.â His tone was accusatory, making irritation flare up in her. Her eyes blazed as they looked up at him. âYou said youâd be at work.âÂ
âI texted you and told you that someone switched shifts with me.â That was no lie, but her voice was hard. Defensive. Because she wasnât going to be blamed for his lack of phone usage. He was usually good with checking texts but some days he slacked, but she texted him and let him know she would be home. It was clear that he saw that when he fished his phone out of his pocket and saw the message on his lock screen, his body deflating and shrinking back as he saw the hard look in her eye. Y/N wasnât usually irritated with him, but she didnât appreciate being called a liar.Â
âFuck.â He said quietly, looking from the phone to her face which was showing obvious signs of discomfort. Harry would never want to make her uncomfortable, and heâd done exactly that with his own oversight. âY/N, Love- Iâm so sorry, I-â
âItâs fine.â She said quickly. âJust⊠clean the couch.â It made her feel gross to think there were traces of someone else, bodily fluids where she liked to take her naps. Even more so because she didnât know how often this had happened.Â
âI-of course. Iâm truly sorry. I didnât see the text, I would have never done anything if I knew you were home-â
âI said it was fine, Harry.â It came out sharper than she intended it to. Obviously it wasnât fine. âI was waiting for a few hours to get something to eat so I didnât interrupt. I just wanted to get my damn snacks and eat them in peace. If youâll excuse me.â Bumping past him, she rushed towards her door and turned the lock, placing the snacks on her desk. That hadnât gone smoothly. Not at all.Â
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Harry felt like a piece of shit.Â
It wasnât often that he felt like that, but knowing he had done something that obviously made Y/N uncomfortable. The icky, nasty guilt and shame settled in his stomach as he sat on the couch heâd just steam cleaned, face in his hands. Heâd known it had been a dumb idea to bring a girl back from the gym on a whim. Heâd felt weird about it at first, but heâd been positive Y/N was at work and heâd have time to clean up and whatever before she came home.Â
It was worse considering he chose a common area. Heâd been so fucking horny, and the girl had been more than willing to be the one who relieved him. To be honest, he didnât know her and probably wouldnât ever see her again, but that didnât matter now. The impulsive decision, his lack of awareness and selfishness had gotten him into a mess. This wasnât just his flat. Y/N had been here first, she had bought this couch, and he had been selfish and done something on it that he knew heâd probably be a bit peeved about if she had done the same thing.Â
Truthfully, heâd be hurt if he had to listen to Y/N get fucked. Even more so if he saw it but, he didnât know what she knew. What she saw. It made him panic a little internally because there was no way he could get what he wanted with her now. Heâd fucked up massively and he didnât know how to fix it.Â
His crush on Y/N had been an inconvenience he was truly trying to get over. She made no implications that she liked him back and he had been trying to learn how to be okay with that. How was she ever going to believe that he liked her when she was witness to him fucking all his pent up sexual aggression, aggression she unknowingly caused by walking out in her little sleep shorts this morning riding up her bum, onto another woman? There was no way she was going to take him seriously. His head was beginning to hurt as he tried to think of a way to apologize.Â
Ordering her favorite pizza, he had it delivered to their flat and thanked the man with a tip before placing it on their dining table. The nerves were overrun as he made his way towards her door, the cold panic in his stomach making its way up his throat as he hesitantly raised his knuckles to knock on the door.Â
âLove?â There as a brief silence and he held his breath, hoping he didnât fuck it up enough to the point where she hated him.Â
âYeah?â The hesitant voice was smaller than the one he was used to, making him deflate a little bit. At least she answered.Â
âI um, I got pizza for dinner. Your favorite.â His hands rested against her doorframe as he spoke through the door. âDid you- would you want to come out and eat with me? We can watch a movie or a show.â The attempt was something, at least.Â
âIâŠâ she paused. âIf itâs alright Iâd like to eat in my room. Iâll pay you back for the pizza.â He could almost hear her brain going. âI donât think Iâd like to sit on the couch for a while.â
His stomach dropped. God damn it. He really did make her uncomfortable, enough where she didnât want to eat with him or sit in their living area. He felt his throat thicken, frustration building in his veins that was unfairly aimed at her.Â
âI said I was sorry, Y/N.â He grunted. âWhy donât you want to eat with me? I steamed the couch, itâs safe to sit on now and I just want to fix it. So can you please get over it a little bit and come and eat?âÂ
Of course he regretted it as soon as it came out of his mouth. He hadnât meant to talk to her like that. The frustration was aimed at himself and not her, but it came out all wrong. He heard her hitch in breath as she shuffled on her bed, opening the door to look at him with a blazing glare that made him shrink back. The man had never been in the receiving end of her anger before.Â
âNo, Iâm not going to just get over it, Harry. Walking into my living room and seeing you pound some woman into the couch I like to take my naps on, a couch I bought before you even lived here may I add, is a bit jarring. We had rules about bringing people over and itâs supposed to stay in our rooms. Obviously it doesnât fucking matter when you think Iâm not home and Iâm kind of sick at the thought of what else I may have sat on or slept in because you decided to disrespect me in our home.â She snarled, looking up at him with the severe gaze. âIf you really think all you have to do is buy some pizza and offer to watch a show with me and Iâm just going to forget that youâve gone behind my back, youâd be sorely mistaken. Iâve never lied to you, never once.â The look of betrayal had his stomach turning. âJust⊠leave me alone. Iâm not ready to talk about it.âÂ
He watched as she slammed the door in his face, his body hot with embarrassment as she locked it. A clear sign she didnât want to talk to him and it made him feel even worse than before. The words he said had been out of line and he knew it, but he didnât know how to handle fighting with Y/N. It had never happened until this moment.Â
âIâm sorry. Y/N, I-I donât know why I said that but I just-â
âHarry. I asked you to leave me alone. Can you just respect this one fucking thing?â Her raised voice made him jump, eyes widening at the tone. Being at the receiving end of her anger wasnât something he ever wanted to happen. âJust⊠go eat your pizza and leave me be. Iâm not hungry.âÂ
It stumped him. He didnât know how else to fix it. How could he? She was still very upset and he had fucked up, but what was even worse was knowing that he liked her way more than she liked him and having nothing to prove it by. He had brought home women that looked like her to try and get it out of his system many a time, but it never worked.Â
To her, he was her silly, clumsy, charming friend. He was a shoulder to lean on, maybe. But to him? She was incredible. She was honest, brave, intelligent, witty, and so fucking pretty it was hard to look at her without wanting to touch sometimes.Â
Heâd never made a move because she didnât seem like she was interested. Sheâd never gazed at his mouth the way he knew he looked at hers, she didnât elongate the hugs- he was the one that would let go last. Sheâd been a friend to him when all he could think about was cupping her face and kissing her lips until they were swollen and she was breathless. Heâd gone and mucked up any chance he had with her seeing him as anything more.Â
Going back into the kitchen, he put the pizza into the fridge and returned back into his room. He wasnât hungry anymore. All he was going to be able to focus on was the ability to fix this.Â
ââ-
Y/N knew she was probably overreacting a little bit. It wasnât as if he had killed someone. Heâd broken a rule, yes, but she wasn't a tyrant. It shouldnât matter to her so much, and thatâs what she had been trying to figure out. Why did it?
She just didnât like the answer she came up with.Â
The girl was jealous. That was the thing that she could see, even if she didnât want to. She was jealous because sheâd never been fucked like that, never been touched in that way, talked to that way, and it had never been by Harry. Heâd made her see him in a different light and now she was thinking about him in a way she shouldnât be.Â
Sheâd always loved Harry. He was a friend and her roommate, of course she was going to have fondness for him. It had never seemed like there were any feelings there, nothing had been outwardly there, no jealousy when he spoke of other people, butâŠ. Seeing it? It had been arousing, yes, but after she thought about it for a bit itâd felt like a kick in the stomach. Why had he never tried anything with her before? Was he just that much of a flirt? It wasnât a secret that he liked to fool around but somehow, things in her brain were changing and making her feel irritational.Â
The sexual frustration that came from that was, wellâŠ. Stupidly frustrating. It made her wonder what his hands felt like, what his lips tasted like. If he would treat her the same way, or if he would be gentler. If he would kiss her neck and tell her she was a good girl, that she was taking it so well, if he would smack her ass too. It made her feel guilty that she even thought about him that way.Â
Avoiding him for 3 days was a bit overkill, for sure. But she didnât know how to look him in the face. How could she after all of that? It didnât help that no matter where she tried to bring her fantasies when she would touch herself, it came back to him. The last three days had been plagued by the thought of him grabbing her hair and tugging her head back for a sloppy kiss while he was balls deep, praising her for it.Â
Heâd been sweet about it. Leaving her donuts one morning, flowers another. This morning it had been a hand written note.Â
âY/N
I canât express to you how sorry I am that I broke our rule. I know you donât ask for much of me as a roommate and I promised Iâd uphold them, and I fucked up. I had a lapse in judgment and I regret it a lot more than you can imagine.Â
I donât know how to fix this with us. I want to. I miss you and I miss talking to you but Iâm trying to give you the space you need even if it hurts. I made the mistake and Iâm paying for it.Â
I promise I wonât ever do it again. I wonât bring someone home again, if that could help. Please talk to me when youâre ready. I miss you so much more than you could know. Iâm not trying to buy you over with the gifts but I donât know what else to do without making you uncomfortable. Itâs killing me to know I hurt you at all. Iâve never done it before, though. I promise. Iâve never had anyone else there. It truly was a mistake.Â
Iâll be home at my normal time if you want to talk, Iâm bringing home Italian food. Iâll grab your favorite. Text me if you need, Iâd love to hear from you.
H xxâ
The note sounded genuine. Itâs why she placed a blanket over the couch and sat stiffly as he walked into the door, noticing his double take as he hung up his keys. The bag of food hung off his arm and he looked at her wide eyed, though staying quiet as he went into the kitchen to place it down.Â
âHi.â He started, walking over to her slowly. âD-Did you have a good day?â The nerves could be heard in his voice and it made her sad. She didnât want him to be terribly nervous around her, not when they used to have a really comfortable relationship.Â
âIt was okay.â She murmured, rubbing her hand over her lounge pants. âGot off of work early.â What else was she supposed to say? It was hard to navigate this when sheâd never imagined fighting with Harry at all.Â
âOh? Thatâs good.â He sat on the coffee table in front of her, wanting to face forward when he spoke to her. âI had to stay a tiny bit late. Itâs why I wasnât home on time. Iâm sorry.â His eyes were studying her face, desperate to see forgiveness in her eyes. The last few days without her had felt so empty.Â
âItâs okay.â She shrugged. âFigured something like that happened.â Picking at her nails, she moved to look at him. âIâm not sure how to talk to you right now. Iâm not angry anymore, but I donât know how to go about it.â Y/N, as blunt as ever, made him smile sadly.
âMâcrawling out of my skin. Donât like that I made you upset at all. It was stupid. You read my note?â He anxiously awaited all day a text from her but he hadnât gotten one.Â
âI did.â She took a deep breath. âIâm upset about the couch thing but thereâs layers to it that have been difficult for me to understand. It isnât fair of me to sit and say itâs all your fault I stayed away for the last few days because part of it was me.â It was terrifying to admit things like this but she didnât know how else to be. It would probably make things weird with them, but it had to be discussed or it would ruin their friendship.Â
âHow do you mean?â Brows furrowed as he shifted forward, hands on his knees as he leaned into her space. Heâd always been a touchy person who didnât know what personal space was, so she was used to it but it still made her react. A bit differently this time. âAre you okay?â
âI think so.â It was difficult to look at him without feeling that burn in her stomach. âIt made me look at you differently. A way I hadnât allowed myself to look at you before, and Iâve felt guilty andâŠâ how could she word it? âSlightly perverted for it. Youâre my friend and I shouldnât have let seeing that influence anything other than my upset about the rules, but it made me think of you in a light that friends shouldnât look at other friends.âÂ
Well, he hadnât expected that.Â
He was slowly catching on, watching her shy face as she looked back towards her lap and fiddled with her hands. She looked at him in a sexual way. Thatâs why she was avoiding him. The couch issue was one thing, but she was upset that she was looking at a friend in a way that went past their normal relationship.Â
As fucked up as it may be, he felt a sprinkle of hope. Her postures perked up a bit as he tried to get her eyes again, but he didnât want to assume she wanted anything from him. âThatâs okay, love.â His hand cautiously grabbed one of hers, holding it lax enough that she could pull back if she wanted to. âReally. Thereâs nothing wrong with that at all.â He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, relief flooding him that the majority of the reason she had been avoiding him was something like this. Something he could remedy. âSo youâve been thinking of me sexually, thatâs what youâre saying?â
Y/N groaned, closing her eyes as her head fell back against her shoulders. âGod, yes. Okay?! And Iâm ashamed of it. I donât know why it happened and why I canât just forget about it but it makes meâŠâit made me annoyed that I havenât felt anything like that before. Iâve never made noises like that and no oneâs ever made me feel like what I assume she was. Iâve always seen you as something else and then, imagine my fucking surprise when I walk in and see you acting like a porn star. Not even one of the bad ones either. It would have been easier if it was!â The floodgates opened and Harry watched with raised brows as she continued, fueling his ego in the process. âI feel guilty pthat I looked at it and wanted to be in that position. I never thought of you like that, not that you arenât amazing and attractive but you were supposed to just be my platonic friend considering weâd roommates. Donât you know how bad it would be to be into your roommate? It makes everything insane.âÂ
âI know how it feels.â He murmured, making her pause. If she was unloading all of this stuff, being honest as honest could be, he figured he may as well. Let it all set out on the table.Â
âWait- what?â She squeaked, looking at him with wide eyes this time. It had been a mistake, she thought, until he shrugged his shoulders.Â
âYeah. Iâve always thought of you like that, but you didnât seem to reciprocate so I tried to get over it. I was distracting myself so I wouldnât fuck up our friendship.â It was his turn to look at his lap, watching his freshly painted thumb run over her knuckles and fiddle with her ring. âAlways worried about making you feel like⊠objectified in your own home. I wanted to be respectful. But do you really think Iâm not attracted to you?â He found the courage to look up again. âIâve been attracted to you since we first met. But youâve always been so nonchalant about everything, I assumed you didnât care.â
Y/N was stumped. Harry was into her? He wanted to touch her this whole time and she had been none the wiser? It made her pause, trying to recount all their memories. Had he always looked at her like this? With the soft glint in his eyes, or with the hunger? Yearning, perhaps was the word. Sheâd never even guessed that in the slightest. Heâs had a revolving door of partners coming over to fuck around, but she thought thatâs just how he was.
âSeriously?â
âSeriously.â He sighed. âI didnât want to make you feel obligated to cater to my feelings. I still donât. If you arenât into me like that, itâs okay. I want our friendship to remain in tact. But I needed to tell you itâs not one sided. You donât have to feel guilty over thinking of me like that considering the only reason I took that girl home was because youâd made me sexually frustrated that morning with those little sleep shorts and coming in for a hug and pressed your sleepy, soft body against me. I needed to get that out.â He knew it didnât make much sense when he said it out loud.Â
âDid it work?â
That hadnât been the response he expected, blinking a few times as he gave her a questioning look. âDid what work?âÂ
âFucking her. Did you get me out of your mind?â She looked at him expectantly and he could feel the heat starting to raise in his cheeks. Heâd expected⊠not this sort of train of thought, but he wasnât about to lie again.Â
âNot really.â He admitted. âI mean⊠in the moment, an orgasm helped. But I wasnât fucking the person I was thinking about.âÂ
This time Y/N blinked a few times at him, trying to catch up mentally. âSoâŠâyou were thinking about me, when youâŠâ
âYes.â Unashamed at this point, there was nothing to lose.Â
âAnd all the things you were saying? You were likeâŠ.â Her eyes fell to his mouth. Pretty and pink, obviously nervously bitten, she had been a little shocked at the revelation. âYou were saying them to me? In your head?â
âBasically.â He could see on her face that she was flustered but chose not to tease her about it like he normally would. âI usually bring people back that look like you. Tried to do people who were the opposite but, it made it harder to cum.â The gloves were off now. There was a shift in the air as she adjusted herself on the couch, pressing her thighs together and desperately hoping he didnât notice.Â
He did.Â
âYou canât⊠finish? Unless you think about me?â It made her eyes stay wide, her grip on his hand tightening slightly out of reflex.Â
âWell⊠I can, but it isnât as good. Usually thatâs where my head goes to. I canât really help it.â Harry came the hardest when he looked at where his cock connected to the other person, imagining it being her cunt he was fucking. Her moans. That the praises that he was saying was heard by her and the clenching and slickness was caused by her reaction to him. It was a bit pathetic and he knew it, but at least it wasnât a secret anymore.Â
âDo you still want to?âÂ
Harryâs head whipped up so fast he knew he must have pulled a muscle, but there wasnât a tract of joking on her face. Was she asking what he thought she was. âDo I still want to fuck you?â He clarified, watching her bother head in response. Fuck. The lump in his throat was swallowed as he tried to reply the best way he could. âOf course I do. Iâve been thinking about it for ages but⊠itâs not just about sex with you.â It was much more than that. âI actually like you. Iâd want⊠I wouldnât want to have sex once and be done with it. Iâd want to properly take you out at some point.â It was a bit unorthodox considering they already lived together but he wouldnât want to give her any less than she deserved.Â
âOkay.â She said softly. âWe can do that.âÂ
His head was spinning. Y/N was so casual about it, not hesitant at all in her agreement to basically be something with him. It felt like he was in a dream, but the frantic beats of his heart made him understand he was very much awake. âYeah?â He leaned in closer. âYouâd want to do it all with me?â The voice was hushed even though there was no one else around.Â
Tonight was full of surprises, it seemed, when the girl got up from the couch and made the move to straddle his lap. His hand was quick to wrap around her to make sure she didnât fall, but his body burned as she ran a hand through his hair and he tilted it up to look at her. Theyâd never been this close before and he was already growing in his pants, making him shiver as she leaned down to brush her nose against his. âYeah. Iâd like to go on a date with you, too butâŠâ she took a moment to rub it against his own, back and forth. Making his eyes hood a bit as his arm shifted to pull her closer to him, desperate for the contact. âI want you to fuck me, first. Make me cum harder than the other girl did. I want to make those noises, H.â She whispered.Â
Harry didnât need to be told twice. Not when she was sitting right on his lap, presenting herself like the perfect little present. Willing and eager for the taking. Leaning himself up, he caught her lips in a gentle kiss. Trying to pace himself, though he could feel the self control slipping from his grip as she hummed into his mouth. This was he shit he had been dying for, feeling her fingers slip from his hair to the back of his neck as he pulled apart to take a breath. âIâll do whatever you want, sweetheart. Anything.âÂ
Back again their lips were attached. It wasnât as gentle, no, not when she kissed him harder. He was going to give into anything she wanted. Not only because he had fucked up, but because he wanted to make her happy. He was desperate to please her, to make her feel as good as she possibly could and he wanted to be the one responsible for it.Â
Their kissing escalated quickly, groaning as she easily opened her mouth for him and even more so when she sucked on his tongue, making arousal zip up his spine. Heâd never expect her to kiss like this, not in the slightest. The expectation had been soft and hesitant, but she was giving him the kisses in his wet dreams. His hand found her ass, palming over it before giving a squeeze, making a moan muffle against his mouth. âTake me to your room.â She whispered against his lips. âPlease, H. Just take me there. I want these off.â Fingers tugged at his shirt, trying to get it off.Â
Who was he to deny her?Â
He helped her toss it off before grabbing her and standing up, chuckling when she squeaked his name and scrambled to hold on to him with her arms around his neck. âSaid Iâd give you whatever you wanted, love.âÂ
The walk there was short, but it took an even shorter time to get her on his bed with her top off. She wasnât wearing a bra, much to his surprise and delight. The fabric was tossed to the side of his bed as his pupils dilated, looking down at her topless body. Something he had been dreaming about for ages, and here she was. Sitting pretty in his sheets, hair messy and lips swollen from kissing him. âYouâre so fucking gorgeous.â He drawled, running his hands down her sides. âSo beautiful. Yâknow that? Drives me fucking mad.â His fingers were greedy, crawling back up to her collarbones and back down to the curves of her breasts. âBeen dying to see you.â
Y/N took his wrists, guiding his hands to cup her breasts. She was impatient and that much was obvious, but it made him amused more than anything else. His eager girl. âTouch me. Please.â Her eyes matched the pleading in her voice, making him smile. This sort of begging heâd never expected from her, not with her usual strong will and blunt demeanor but he couldnât say he hated it.Â
âIâm going to, lovely. Itâs all I want to do.â He soothed, thumbing across her nipples. She arched into it, letting out a soft sound as he did so. It seemed like once the wall had cracked, it was deteriorating quickly right in front of his eyes. Heâd be the one to get to see her like this now after pining for it, and he knew she would be the best. Anyone else had been filler, as cruel as it sounded. He was respectful towards them, honest about only wanting to hook up once, because he knew that no matter how hard he tried to imagine nothing would beat he real thing.Â
And heâd been right.Â
No one else affected him so quickly, so intensely. Watching her mouth fall open as he moved to pinch both of her nipples lightly and tug, she whimpered into the air and gave him a look he wanted to commit to memory. He wanted to see that face every time he closed his eyes.Â
âMy lovely girl⊠donât need to beg me to touch you, because you know I will⊠but.â He leaned down to kiss her again. âI do like the sound of your voice while you beg for me.âÂ
His hands moved from her breasts regretfully, clicking his tongue to hush her whine of protest as he hooked his fingers into her lounge pants. Pulling them down, he was met with a beautiful picture- a filthy one. His eyes shot to hers, narrowing slightly. âNo fucking panties either? Y/N.â He hissed between his teeth. âAre you always walkinâ around like this? Nothing on underneath?â She nodded quickly, kicking the pants off of her ankles.Â
âHate them.â The girl huffed. âSo constricting. I donât wear them when I donât have to.âÂ
His eyes closed for a moment, groaning at the information. âSo every time youâve been sitting there with me, watching one of those movies⊠I could have slipped my hand down your shorts and felt how wet you get for me?â He questioned, looking down at her. His fingers tugged at his belt, tossing it haphazardly as his eyes stayed pinned to hers as he continued undressing. âYouâre telling meâŠ. You prance around here in those little cotton shorts, and youâre bare under them? Could have just⊠tugged them down and gotten to see that pretty pussy?â
âMhm.â She grinned, liking the reaction she was getting. âEverything you said. I donât usually wear them at home.â Her fingers dragged down her stomach, stopping at the mound right above her cunt. âMakes it easier when I want to touch myself, too. Less layers.âÂ
Harry took a deep breath, watching her hand as it slipped further down to cover her cunt. It was wet, there no was no hiding it. He could see it clearly, and his cock was aching to bury itself in there and let it squeeze every drop of cum from him. He tried to collect himself as he looked down at her, watching her fingers spread herself open for a moment before swirling over her clit with a whimper.Â
His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, a dark look on his face. âNot yet. Thatâs my job tonight.â He warned, falling to his knees in front of her. Clad just in his briefs, he hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her close to him, so close that he could almost taste her. Instead, he kissed her inner thighs. Soft, sweet. Gentle in the way he had always wanted to be with her before her fucked her and made her hopefully as addicted to him as he knew he was going to be to her. âYou okay with this, love? Tell me you want me to have you.â Lips pressed on the soft mound above her cunt. âTell me I can.âÂ
âPlease, Iâm okay. I want you to have me, you can do anything you want. Just⊠touch me. Please, H.â Her hips tried to move up and catch his mouth, Y/N showing no sign of embarrassment as she did so. He felt a surge of pride, knowing she wanted him that badly. Her body was perfect for him, every dip and curve and scar soon to be memorized. Heâd call off of work tomorrow to spend the day in bed with her, pampering and spoiling not only herself, but his innermost desires.Â
âSuch good manners.â He cooed, shifting her closer as he took his first lick. âRemember what I said about begging, yeah?âÂ
It was all bets off. Y/N could barely breathe as she felt his mouth on her. Slowly licking up her and tongue finding her clit, flicking over it and repeating the process. His hand held her lower tummy, keeping her still as he continued. Her breathing was already picking up when he felt his tongue dip into her, making her grip fall from her own thighs to his hair. âOh my god, Harry. That-â she couldnât finish her sentence as he did it again, nuzzling into her without a care in the world.
It was true. He wanted his face messy and wet with her, wanted to bury himself in there and feel her stomach jump as his hand held her down. He was tasting her directly from the source. âTaste so good.â He mumbled against her. âMy favorite thing to taste now. You know that?â He took another broad sweep of his tongue, looking into her eyes as he pursed his lips and spit on her clit. He smirked at the little gasp she let out, head dipping back down to spread it over her cunt as she began to move her hips to chase his tongue. âNo, baby. None of that. Stay still for me.â He coaxed, pressing down harder on her stomach to pin her to the bed.Â
Y/N tried, she really did. But it felt so good, so fucking amazing- and then he added his fingers into the mix. Slipping one in slowly, she let out a noise she didnât recognize. Of course she knew this was going to feel good, but she vastly underestimated how crazy he was going to make her. âHarry please⊠fuck.â Truthfully? She didnât even know what she was begging for. Her mouth fell open again and she arched her back as she felt his mouth over her clit, sucking in in messily while his finger fucked into her. It was impossible to stay still. âHarry, more. I want more, please, Iâm gonna cum if youâŠ.â She lost her train of thought when he added another finger.Â
The man was eating this up. Watching her as she tried to keep still for him but feeling her fingers curl in his hair and press him further against her clit, he sucked harded the more she pushed. Finding a good rhythm as his pulsing sucking had her panting, toes curling into the sheet as he continued the pleasure filled torture. He wanted to feel her cum on his tongue.Â
âCum.â He ordered. âDo it for me, precious girl. Câmon.â He finally allowed her to move, rubbing herself on his face as his fingers fucked and curled into her, his mouth latched to her puffy, swollen clit. She felt crazy, she was sure of it, writhing on the mattress as the heat crawled up her body. His eyes were directly on her, hot and dark while she felt herself fall over the edge.Â
âHarry- Harry, oh my fucking god.â She couldnât breathe, repeating his name like it was air as she fell over the edge. White hot pleasure washing over her, orgasm soaking his face as he pulled up and kissed her hard. Her body still shook as he pulled himself out of his briefs and began to push in, feeling her still orgasming pussy quivering around him. âYou just- please.â Her eyes opened frantically, fingers finding his back as she pulled him in. Legs wrapped around his waist as he sunk in deeper, filling her up in ways she hadnât felt before.Â
âI know, baby. I know.â He cooed. âYou feel⊠so good around me. Just let me in.â He cupped her face, pressing soft kisses to her mouth. âIâm going to take you all fucking night. You know that?â His voice was a deeper tone than sheâd even heard him with the other girl. Feeling it directed at her only amplified the arousal. âNot going to last long, feeling you and taste you⊠itâs all Iâve ever wanted. Almost came just licking you out.â He told the truth. Y/N was perfect, he thinks. Exactly what he needed.Â
âI want it all.â She replied, pulling his face down further to kiss him deeper. âSo much. I want you to do anything to me. JustâŠâ her legs tugged him in deeper, making them both groan. âJust fuck me, Harry. Itâs me this time.â It boosted her ego to know he had been searching for her this entire time. âItâs not someone you have to pretend with. Youâve wanted me this whole time? Show me.â Her nails dragged down his back, making him shiver. âFuck me like you own me.â
Something in that triggered something in him, something heâd been hiding all along. Kissing her hard to shut her up, he slid out of her to ram back in. Jolting her, she cried out against his lips as he did it again. Hard thrusts paired with a grind at the end, pulling out slowly only to repeat it. Sheâd never been fucked like this- so purposefully. âYes- like that, H.â The girl whimpered. âPlease. Use me. Have me.âÂ
âYeah? You want to be mine?â He asked, wild eyes looking into her own as he pressed his forehead against hers, not caring about the stickiness of their sweat. âDo you know how long Iâve been dying to be wrapped up by your cunt? Hm?â He spoke against her lips, smiling drunkenly as she whimpered with his intent thrusts. âSince I first saw you. Wanted to drag you to your bed and fill you up. Make you cry for me. And every day since⊠It's been growing.â The desire for her has grown to something he hadnât ever thought possible. It was hard to ignore. Thank god he never had to ignore it again. âEvery day, I thought about pulling you into my arms and kissing you until you couldnât breathe. You think anyone else could ever compare to you?â He shook his head to answer his own question. âNo. No one. Not anyone Iâve taken home, not the girl from the other day⊠no one has made me feel as good as this.âÂ
Harry had always loved sex, but when he met Y/N and developed the attraction and then feelings for her, heâd been chasing a high that couldnât be provided by anyone else. This, this was exactly what he needed. âNeed to stay inside of you, sweet girl. Need to⊠fuck.â Some hair fell into his face as his thrusts sped up just slightly. It was hard to think when her walls were contracting around him, so slick and hot that it made him dizzy. âNeed to cum in you and do it again⊠and again.â He knew she was on birth control considering heâd gone with her to get the implant. They were safe, but that didnât stop him for perhaps wishing it wasnât. âJust want to make you mine, my sweet fucking girlâŠ.â His head lulled forward as he looked down to watch them.Â
It was a filthy sight. His bare cock pulling out, glistening with her arousal and mess. Her cunt stretching open, her lips puffy and wet just for him. He was doing this. He was filling her up, he was making her cling to him, and he was finally inside the one person heâd never thought he could have. âLook at how good we are together. Look with me, baby.â He pulled her up slightly, holding the back of her neck to let her see the filthy sight. His prick spreading her while the wet, puffy lips of her cunt as he filled her. âTouch yourself. Rub that clit for me.âÂ
Y/N did as requested, finding it quickly as she watched the now slower thrusts inside of her. It made her smug, really. Knowing that he was this enthralled with her. Also, the knowledge that he was losing his mind far more over her than he had the other girl. He was obsessed with her and she could visibly see it.Â
âThere we go.Pretty, pretty fucking girl. Youâre all I want. This body, that mouth, Sâall I dream about. Just want you in my bed, want to get rid of those damn rules so I can take you on every damn surface⊠please let me, angel. Please.â He pleaded. âNo more rules. Only want you.â
âNo more rules.â She nodded, finding the pleasure building back up. Her hand rubbing her already sensitive and puffy clit, watching as her arousal began to make a creamier mess on his cock, she was in awe of how perfect they looked together. âH⊠youâre gonna make me cum.âÂ
Harry smiled, a real smile that took her breath away. âThank god. Iâm trying to hold on for you, but mâso close.â He let her lay back down, leaning over her and speeding the pace back up as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. It was hard to focus on one thing when heâd been dying for this situation for a year. He had his dream girl wrapped around his cock.Â
Fingers found his hair again as she arched into his mouth, mewling as he sucked over her nipple and fucked into her at a steady speed. He was hitting right where he needed to, her fingers rubbing circles on her clit. It was messy and wet and so perfect, it was hard to keep herself together. âPlease.â She whined. âPlease, can I cum? Let me cum, I need to. I want you in me and I want to feel your cum inside me, mark me, make me yours.â She pleaded, feeling him pull off her other nipple with a pant.
âDonât have to hold back from me. Mâgonna go right after you, just want you to feel good. Let go for me, my good girl. Iâm yours, always have been. Youâre already mine.â His nose brushed hers, moving her hand to take over rubbing her clit. He did it faster, a bit more pressure and that little difference with his permission was all it took for her to let go.
Harry felt it as she did. The pulsing of her cunt, the slickness growing and the way her mouth went lax, not able to kiss but only breath him in as she tumbled into the pleasure. Her legs tightened around him, nails digging into the back of his neck as her eyes fell closed, the prettiest moan vibrated against his lips.Â
It pushed him right off the edge with her. Thrusts growing sloppy, he didnât lighten up with his hand as he felt her contracting around him, sopping wet and tight for him as he felt his balls tighten and unload into her. His deep groan was loud, louder than heâd anticipated as he kissed her to try and muffle it. He could feel himself throbbing as her cunt sucked him in, greedy for it as the pulsating of her walls drew each ribbon of cum into her. She was coated, and he underestimated just how much he had as it began to spill out of her as he filled her to the brim.Â
âOh my god.â He whispered. âFuck me, baby. Youâre perfect.â It was a bit of disbelief that coated his tone. Lips fell all over her face, pressing soft pecks over her cheeks, her chin, nose, eyelids, forehead, everywhere he could get it as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. It was the hardest heâd ever came, and he still felt shaky from it as he stayed buried in her. Where he belonged. Y/N melted under the kisses, smiling wide as her eyes peeled open to look at him. Dark eyes and flushed face, messy hair she continued to drag her fingertips into. One fell from the softness, cupping his chin and pulling it back to her mouth for a proper kiss. It seemed to make him melt as well, sagging slightly on top of her despite being mindful of his weight on her body.Â
Harry knew this was the start of something much bigger than either of them could have anticipated- and it all started because of his silly mistake. Heâd finally gotten the one he wanted. No more pretending with anyone else. He had the real thing at home.Â
Y/N nudged his nose with hers, feeling so many things her head felt overwhelmed. But the most important question had to be asked. âSo. When can we do it again?â
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Walking the Road for Her
Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader
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Summary: You can't live without Wanda and you've tried everything else so when Agatha comes knocking on your door you accept immediately, but the teen that's with her...he seems so familiar
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF AGATHA ALL ALONG! Grief/Loss, hallucinations, death/mortality, emotional distress, supernatural elements, implied self-sacrifice, character death, reunion with a deceased loved one
Authors notes: Thank you @scarlethexelove for indulging in my random Wanda thoughts.
When Agatha asked for you to walk the witches road, you didn't hesitate. She was put off by your eagerness, but never told her why you were walking. You kept that part to yourself she didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a reason, and everyone had their secrets, so no one asked, and you weren't about to tell them you wanted, no needed Wanda back.
You would give up anything and everything to have Wanda back. If it meant to team up with Agatha, you would do it.
So you did. You met up with her and put on the cheery smile she hated. You always assumed she hated you for being a younger witch still full of life, but since Wanda died, you felt like you died too. You got along well enough with the others. You knew Jen the best being closer in age, though you didn't care for her products.
The teen seemed eerily familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. Why does he remind you of Wanda of a life you can't seem to remember.
You're overly protective of him. You don't let him have the wine, and when you hallucinate from said wine, you blink, and suddenly, you're looking at Wanda. Back in her early twenties with the eyeliner, ripped stockings, painted nails, and rings on every finger. You cry over it, cupping her face until it turns back to his.
âAre you okay.â He looks at you with concern. You pull away quickly and wipe your eyes.
âS-Sorry.â You quickly run the ingredients back, trying to escape the feelings. You need to stay strong. You need to get Wanda back.
You end up getting through the trail. Not without its costs. Losing Sharon wasn't something you had in mind, but the witches road is treacherous and has no place for mortals. You never should have let Agatha do that, but hindsight and all that. You knew you had to press on and on the road Teen asks,
âAre you sure you're okay? You and Sharon called out for the same person.â You swallow hard.
âYeah I'm fine. We all had hallucinations about things. I'll be okay.â You tell him and then mumble under your breath, âNot like I don't deal with it every morning...â his head swivels.
âWhat was that?â He asks.
âNothing, just mumbling to myself.â
The further you journey, the harder it gets. Sometimes, you want to give up, to give in, and join Wanda another way. But something stops you every time. You almost think you can feel her, feel her all around you. In the trees, the air, the leaves beneath your feet. With a quick turn of your head, you think you so the soft auburn color you miss so much. The road is playing tricks yet keeping you grounded to your goals.
You make it to the end. Finally passed the last trial everyone who had made it. Their prize awaited them. You waited, didn't see her, and then you heard a whisper in Sokovian.
Your name.
You looked around everywhere. âOver here milaya.â You hear her call. You whip around and see her. She doesn't look like the Scarlet Witch anymore. Back before that. Like when you were on the run. You run into her arms without a second thought.
You can't help as you cry. Burying your face in her neck as your body shakes with sobs. Her vanilla scent invades your senses. âShhhh sweet girl, I've got you.â Wanda holds you close. Your heart feels whole again now that you're back in her arms.
Your sobs turn into sniffles. âI've missed you so much.â You mumble against her. Her nails lightly scratching at your back. Something she's always done to sooth you. Kissing the side of your head and letting her lips linger.
âI know Detka. I'm so sorry. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again.â
You held onto Wanda tight, afraid to let go as if she'd disappear again if you stopped.
Wanda opened her eyes, looking past your shoulder her eyes widened in surprise and then softened as she saw him.
âBi-Billy?â Wanda's voice shakes slightly. You pull back but not fully letting her go. You follow her gaze that lands on the teen. Your brows furrow before you look back to Wanda.
âWanda?â You question her.
She lets go of you when Teen responds to the name. He tries to say something, but the sigil protects him. A wave of Wanda's hand changes that. âBilly?â She asks again.
âYes, that's me.â You're really confused as you see Wanda's red tendrils come out sending red waves through his eyes before disappearing. âM-mom? H-how did you...?â
Billy runs towards Wanda, slamming into her, but she doesn't budge. She holds him tightly in her arms. âWhat kind of mother would I be if I didn't know my own son?â Wanda whispers. It's just loud enough for you to hear. Confusion morphs into realization as you look on.
The reason he looked so familiar, the reason he reminded you of her. Of course, it was one of the twins. Sure you hadn't been a part of the hex, but you had seen the recordings of it. Last you had seen the twins, they were 10 inside the hex.
Your heartbeat quickens when you remember what you had seen next as the hex fell the you Wanda had created was destroyed along with the twins. She had held you tightly until you were no more.
It's a shock to see him in the flesh. To understand who he really is. He pulls away from Wanda and turns to you. âMama?â He's cautious having been giving the memory from Wanda and realizing that you had never got to meet him. Do you even know who he is? Will you accept him as your own?
Your breath catches. It's like waves of memories flood through you as if they had always been there. Everything from the hex coming to life as tears fill your vision and spill over. âOh my sweet little boy...look at you!â Your arms wrap around him tightly. It had been there, blurry when you thought about it. Of this being your son. âMama is sorry you had to go through all of this.â
âMama don't apologize. I'm happy to have you back.â He pulls away slightly keeping an arm around you and opening his other for Wanda. She joins into the hug.
âI'm happy to have both of you back.â You can feel the tears pricking your eyes.
You hug them both tightly. This still left you without one son, but you knew you'd find him. If Billy made it out somehow, then Tommy must be out there, too.
Wanda cups both of your cheeks and looks between you. âMoya lyubov i moy syn (my love and my son).â Tears in her eyes she can't believe she is back and that she had both of you. Her heart is almost complete, but there is still a missing piece to the puzzle.
You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking, âWe'll find him, milaya.â She smiles at you, giving a soft peck on your lips.
âWe will. Now that I have you two I know we will.â
This was more than you could have asked for at the end of the road.
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i think if rafe was dating a girl who had a oral fixation he would let her suck his dick or fingers to get rid of the habit of her putting other things in her mouth đ
you couldnât help that youâd subconsciously end up with things in your mouth â whether you were biting down into chewy skin of your plump bottom lips, or mindlessly chewing on your acrylic nails, it kept your mind preoccupied. despite being a catalyst for all things pure and kind, you had your fair share of anxious moments, more often than not. rafe had caught on to how youâd bite the skin of your inner cheek when you were deep on thought, or how the tip of your cocktail straw would be left mauled from the onslaught of your sharp teeth, way after youâd finished your drink. i mean, he was even painfully aware to how youâd grind your teeth while you slept.
rafe lazily scratched at your scalp as the two of you laid on the bed, the morning news playing lowly from the tv as you laid with your head against rafeâs bare chest. a small yawn escaped your lips as you brought your thumb to your mouth, setting your acrylic nail between your top and bottom set of teeth. your lightly scraped your teeth against your nail for a few seconds, before the sensation of rafeâs hand patting your bare ass, ripped you from your trance.
âcut it out, yâgonna mess up those pretty nails,â he scolded blankly, pressing his lips to the top of your messy bedhead as he gently pulled your thumb from your overly eager mouth, earning a low huff from you, âi dunno why you get your nails done, just to fuck them up,â he comments, raising your hand to his view as he carefully examine the now chipped gel polish that was scraped from your nail.
you sighed sleepily with a curt shrug, âi get these, so i donât bite my actual nails â it hurts if i bite too deep, papiâ you mumbled, your curling closer into rafeâs side with a mischievous smirk, before softly biting into his chest. your sweet laugh vibrated against rafeâs skin as you bit into him once more, smiling cheesily at the sight of of your teeth imprint in his smooth golden skin.
rafe waits until you finish your assault on his chest, random hisses coming from him as you bite down harder and harder into his skin, nearly drawing blood, âaâight mama, yâgonna make me bleedâ he sighs, bringing his hand to comfortably grab ahold of your jaw, your swollen lips stretched into a giddy smile as rafe glances at your lips, seeing how youâve nearly chewed them raw. âwe gotta get you some gum or some shit, youâre always chewing on something,â he decides, lightly mushing your cheeks together with his barely-there grip on your jaw.
with a shrug, you pulled your face out of rafeâs hold, grabbing ahold of two of his long fingers as you glanced at your boyfriend with needy eyes, parting your pouty lips as you licked a long wet stripe up his fingers. rafe watched closely through hooded eyes as you continued licking at him, before he decided to speak. fuck, you could bring this man to his knees and you didnât even realize it.
âyâwant my fingers in your mouth, princess?â he asked, his voice carrying a condescending tone as you nodded furiously, eager to suck on rafeâs rings. your wet cunt ached at the thought of your tongue lazily lapping at his gold ring. rafe gently tapped your jaw, allowing you to open your wet and inviting mouth as he slid his fingers onto your tongue, allowing your slick, spit-covered lips to close around his signet ring.
now content, you hummed happily as you laid back against rafeâs chest, his fingers remained in your warm mouth as you allowed your preoccupied mind to rest. every now and again, youâd lazily suckle and nibble at the tips of his fingers as you lulled yourself into a mild sleep. rafe attempted to pull his fingers from your mouth, once he assumed you were asleep, earning a displeased groan from you as you snuggled yourself further against him.
pressing a kiss to the top of your head, rafe let out a sigh of defeat into your messy hair, âhopefully that puts your ass to sleep, yâbeen at it all morning,â he commented, making a mental note to ask if youâd rather keep his cock in your mouth when you woke up.
#anon#asks#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron#obx#obx imagine#sweetheart!reader
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