#jesus it took me well over an hour to type this

[sunken-standard]

So I'm in NE/ Central Eastern PA and we have got a ton of grocery stores. Most common is Giant, which varies in quality by neighborhood but is generally what I consider baseline, middle of the road. In this tier are also Weis and Shoprite (though Shoprite has really great loss-leaders, which no one else around does anymore). Redner's varies a lot by location but they're generally a for-everyone store, though I think they're mostly in lower-income neighborhoods now.

Wegman's is for affluent whites (but not really because their store brand is still cheaper than name brands and very good quality). There's one Whole Foods but that's an hour away and in the rich end of Allentown. Our only regional Costco is there too, and it's definitely more upscale than Sam's Club or BJ's (middle and cheapo respectively). There's one Price Chopper way up in the NY exurb part of the Poconos; I think they're expensive but not ritzy.

Aldi used to be dingy and only for the poors, but they've rehabbed the image a little and now it's bargain-fancy. Lidl is kind of the same in reality, but viewed as kind of chic because it's new and foreign. Walmart is about the cheapest you can get, and every single one in the area is now a Super Center (the kind with a full grocery store inside, for non-Americans). Target has food too, but not as much and it's more expensive (Target has a more refined image around here). Dollar General, Family Dollar, Big Lots, Ocean State Job Lot, and even Dollar Tree have grocery sections, but aren't grocery stores as such, but I mention them because I know a lot of people who get a lot of food there.

Gerrity's used to be Scranton-Wilkes Barre only but they've moved into the Lehigh Valley now; I don't know enough about them to say much, except that I liked Valley Farm Market a lot better before they bought it. Ahart's was another hyper-local chain that had like six or eight stores, but they're down to one now.

There's also a Food Lion about an hour away in Berks county and that's the farthest north I've ever seen one. I was in it exactly once and it didn't make any kind of impression on me.

There are still some great mom-and-pops/ ethnic groceries, one food co-op that's going to open eventually (or maybe already is, who knows, it's in the gentrified part of South Bethlehem and I'm under no illusion that it's going to be a shopping experience for everyone), at least three grocery outlets that sell overstocks/ damaged/ outdated stuff (one is a Grocery Outlet Bargain Market, which is national, but the other two aren't chains), and a shit ton of actual farmer's markets that sell local produce.

(Also when I was younger we had either a Superfresh or a PathMark [I don't remember which, it was bought by Giant at least 15 years ago] and Acme and Laneco/ Food Lane were the big stores before Giant bought them or they just closed down in the 90s)

It’s easy to write like an American. “Katelyn stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way back from Krogers. It was 100 degrees out that day.” There you go, job done.

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Not in my state.

[mrderondncefloor]

“anything? that right?”

old!logan howlett x f!reader

summary: you end up in logan’s shop with an oil leak and can’t afford to pay him

wc: 2.3k (i’m in hell the brain rot is BAAAAD)

authors note: plot is very cliche like ik eat me. while writing this i took a break and got an edit of logan to tulsa jesus freak. yes i’ve lost my sanity. also i don’t know shit about shit with cars so yea

warnings/tags: MDNI. dubcon. unspecified age gap. logan is a little mean?? reader has no description besides hair long enough for logan to grab, wearing short skirt. logan grabs readers face. hair pulling. big dick logan (canon). pussy pronouns. spanking. throat fucking. degrading. tears. dirty talk. pet names. daddy kink. fingering. aggressive sex. unprotected sex (wrap it up). cream pie. orgasm denial.

your type doesn’t frequent this place, the auto shop on the edge of a town that’s seen better days. most of logan’s customers he’s had for years, he’d grown used to the faces that come through the shop, greeting people on a first name basis at this point in his career. like hell did he ever expect you. you, who stood behind him when he’s hunched down, working beneath the hood of a truck. he didn’t hear you coming, the radio on his workbench drowning out the sound of your footsteps. “shit,” he hissed, peeling back from the piece of shit he’d spent his afternoon working away at, white beater stained with oil and god knows what else. he paused abruptly when he finally noticed you, drawing in a slow breath. if he didn’t have enough on his plate, here you are. a pretty, young thing. in the thick of the summer you’re hardly dressed in much at all, a little top and a short skirt. “ain’t hear you come in,” the clear of his throat echoes off the walls as he walked towards his bench, wiping his hands with a greased up towel. “can i do for you?” his teeth clamp down on the toothpick stuck out his mouth, an oral fixation to try and keep his mind off smoking while on the job. it hardly worked for shit, nicotine always in the back of his mind. the radio gradually softens, pair of glasses pulled onto the bridge of his nose. “think i have an oil leak?” you sound unsure of it, logan nods, scribbling it down onto a forum he kept for his records. “bring ‘er in. take a look,” his boots thud quietly across the floor, walking past you to pull open the garage door. the wiring had gone out a couple months ago and he’s yet to get around to fixing it, muscles straining as he pulled the door up an over his head. he watched you pull your car in, sighing as you stepped back out. “well.. ain’t even have to look. engine sounds like shit, definitely a leak. i’ll pop underneath anyway, see f’somethin’s loose or if it’s a crack.” he nodded, wheeling his creeper out from beneath the bench with his foot. he tries not to groan as he sunk to the floor, his body too old for this shit. he pushes himself up underneath the car, brow knit in a tight furrow as he took a look around to access the problem. “oil pan has a crack, s’pretty fuckin’ bad. i can change it out for you, take me an hour.. hour an a half at most.” he nods, sat upright, an elbow propped against his bent knee. your expression flashes with annoyance and he thought to himself that you looked like a fucking brat, but god damn did you wear it so well. he fights back with the corner of his lips that threatens to tug up.

logan gathered up what he needed, not paying you any mind as you’re left with not much other choice but to sit and wait for him to finish on your car. dressed like this he figured you had better places to be, but he didn’t give a fuck. you came to him, and the way he saw it was your choices were limited to accepting the help and learning some patience or ruining your car. he’s good at the work he does, it’s why he has so many loyal customers, why he’s been in business so long. he could’ve given you some grief for the look you gave him when he told you about the wait- and he still might. “she’s good as new.” he nodded, sliding out from beneath the car with your cracked oil pan. his chest is slick with sweat, glistening under the dull lighting. he brushed his dirty hands against the thighs of his jeans as he stood, tossing your old cracked pan into the trash as he approached his work bench again, quickly jotting down the work that he’d done. “s’goin’ to be.. nine hundred fifty three. s’for the replacement, fresh oil and that god damn look you gave me earlier.” he nods, dropping the clipboard onto the desk. “take cash or card.” his arms cross over his broad torso, forehead creasing as his brow sunk in. “this is a joke, right?” you ask, scoffing out a laugh as you look up at him though his expression doesn’t let up, unamused. “do i look like m’makin’ a fuckin’ joke, sweetheart?” his jaw is clamped tight, his tone flat, serious. “you can’t charge me for a look?” “i can charge you whatever the hell i feel like. i had other shit goin’ on.. could’ve made you wait a hell of a lot longer.” you scoff out in disbelief at him, shaking your head. “i don’t have nine hundred dollars.” you finally admit and logan’s head dropped forward, a low chuckle coming from his lips. when you didn’t pull out a card he knew this shit was going happen. he saw right through you. “alright so.. let me get this straight, sweetheart. you came here for me to look at your car knowin’ you didn’t have the god damn money to pay for it? is that right?” he lacks sympathy for you, pretty as you were you had another thing coming if you thought you were going to pull a fast one on him. “i might be old, girl, but i ain’t no fuckin’ fool. i tell you what.. no money, no fuckin’ keys.” his voice is low, your keys dangled around his finger and he shoves them down into his pocket. he walks away from you, too god damn angry to be stood in front of you, having wasted enough time on you already. “please, you don’t understand.. i need my car. i can pay you what i have right now and bring you the rest next week, please.” you beg, coming up behind him where he’s hunched over again beneath the hood of someone else’s vehicle, the same one he’d been working on when you arrived. “ain’t my god damn problem.” he muttered, biceps flexing beneath his tanned skin as he tightened a bolt in place. “i’ll do anything.” you plea again and logan slowly stops what he’s doing, looking down at the truck battery he was working at. he sighed loudly, recomposing himself as he peeled back from the truck, walking towards the garage door. he reached up, muscles flexing across his back as he pulled the door shut, closing off the inside of his shop from the street view.

“anything? that right?” he’s standing before you now, looking down at your shorter frame. “anything.”* you repeat in a whisper. he drew in a slow, deep breath as your palm slid over the front of his dirty jeans, stepping closer into you until you’re tucked between him and the truck. he groans when your squeeze your palm around him through the denim, your lips curling up to a sinisterly sweet smile when you tug at his belt. he grabs your face hard, lips puffed out slightly when he pulled you in for a kiss. it’s sloppy, his tongue lapping across your lips before dipping into your mouth, an anger filled hunger. he’s pissed off, but you’re pretty enough that he’d be willing to accept your throat as some sort of payment. he looks down at you as you pull back from his kiss, sinking to your knees. he appreciates that you had no issue getting to the point. “i reckon you must’ve been thinkin’ about this the entire time, sweetheart.” logan mused as you grabbed his cock out from inside his jeans, moaning at the sight of him. “bet you ain’t ever seen a cock that big huh, girl?” the palm of his hand pets against the back of your head as you stroke him slowly, his shaft filling out your small palm. “hands behind your back.” he nods slowly, gathering your hair into his fist, holding the back of your head with a tight grasp. he taps the weight of his cock against your tongue before he lays his base flat against you, slowly pulling his hips back as your warm tongue licked over the veins that protrude from tightened foreskin. “nice an wide.” he mutters, feeding the head of his cock into your mouth, a grunt parting his lips when he brushed the back of your throat. god damn. “you’re goin’ to sit here and take it like a champ. reckon you ought’a think about havin’ my god damn money next time. stupid girl.” he warned you before his hips draw back and roll forward, pushing the length of his cock down the curve of your throat. it’s lewd, the repeated squelch of your throat as he pushes himself inside again and again. “should’a known you’d be this big of a slut when i saw you. cute little fuckin’ outfit, barely wearin’ anythin’ at all. just knew how to get an old man goin’.” he grunts, unbothered by the tears that have begun to roll over your cheeks. he’s selfish, using your throat to his advantage, balls slapping the underside of your chin. the cute outfit you’d turned up in ruined by your own slop of saliva as it dribbled out the corners of your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl. payin’ off every fuckin’ dollar.” his skin is slick with sweat, head lulling back against his shoulders, blinded by the dull white light above him. your throat is exactly what he needed at the end of a shitty week, and he had no shame in taking out his stress on you, sure you wouldn’t be forgetting him anytime soon.

when he finally lets up you choke out a cough, spit strung between his soaked cock and your mouth, breathing hard as you look up at him with watery eyes. still, you come chasing for more, hands sat on his denim clad thighs as you licked your tongue along his cock, gasping in a breath of air before you took him back into your throat, craving the feeling once more. “fuck’n hell.. look at you. must really need that god damn car, huh?” his fingers move into your hair again, yanking your mouth back off his cock so he could pull you up from the floor. “ain’t that right, princess? you’d do anythin’ for those keys back, huh?” “yes, daddy.” you choke out and what patience logan had left snaps, swiftly turning you around by the hold he has on your hair. he lifts the skirt up over the swell of your ass, palm of his hand roughly swatting against. you. once, twice, three times. your cheeks are stained red as your legs tremble, impatiently waiting for him to give you more. “let me see ‘er.” logan nods, bent over you and he pulled your panties to the side, spreading your cheeks so he had a perfect view of both holes, your pussy slick with your own arousal.

“you like gettin’ treated like a slut.” he acknowledged, spitting against his fingers before he brings them to your pussy, fingertips swirling your clit before he pressed two long fingers into your core, free hand wrapped around your throat. he stroked his fingers slowly at first but gained speed as your arousal coated him, making it easier for him to plunge his fingers into your tight hole, biceps flexing with each stroke of his fingers, feeling out the warmth of your walls, infatuated with the way your pussy sucks his fingers back in. he grins at the gasp you take in when he replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, pushing yourself up straighter as he sunk himself deep into your pussy. “daddy,” you softly grab at the hand he has around the middle of your throat, moaning as his chest presses up against your back. “you ever been stretched out this good before?” he asks beside your ear, breathing out a quiet laugh when you shake your head no. he grabs your face again, pulling your lips back to his when he fucks into you, hard strokes that press your hips against the grill of the truck, sure to leave you with bruises in days following. he swallows the moans you cry out, roughly driving his hips into yours. he’s unrelenting, giving himself to you hard the way you deserve it, the way you so evidently love it. it’s been a long god damn time since he had pussy this good, and fuck was he obsessed with yours, cursing himself for fixing the troubles your car had given you instead of giving you the run around to keep you coming back for more. hell, with the way you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock you just might anyway. “you’re going to make me cum, daddy,” you choke out, and he grabs at your hips, pulling him deeper into your sopping cunt. “that right? this ain’t even about you, princess. this was for me, remember? who says you’re allowed to cum?” he is brow furrows, getting a rise out of the way you while beneath him, small hands grabbing at the truck. “please, i know it’s not about me but please let me cum, daddy.” you whine, legs trembling beneath you, threatening to cave under your weight. he doesn’t respond, just fucking into your stretched core while you beg him to cum again and again. he ignored you until he spilled first, filling you with thick ropes of his cum, hips flush against yours so you take every drop deep inside. “you want to cum now, sweetheart?” he asked and you nod, rocking your hips back against him as your chase your own high.

needless to say, logan was more than willing to return your keys. and you.. well you might purposefully pop a tire soon.

[sleepyjuice]

. ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆ ୨୧ rafe and overstimulation ୨୧ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆

rafe who makes it his mission to give you as many orgasms as he possibly can until you’re literally on the verge of passing out because he is a ‘proactive type of person’ who can step up and do things that no one else can. it not only fuels his ego but it fills that part of him that needs to prove that he can do it all. and that’s something about him that is present in all aspects of his life. it’s no different in the bedroom.

your legs are quite literally trembling, your clit is beyond sensitive to where it almost hurts to touch it and you swear you’re seeing stars after orgasm number 7 of the night. “rafe, i don’t think i can anymore, ‘s too much.” you practically slurred, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead as you looked up at your boyfriend who was still lazily pumping his cock into your overstimulated pussy. it still felt good, but each orgasm that came was more powerful than the last and at this point you weren’t sure if you would be able to stand by tomorrow.

“shh, hey, i got you, just gimme one more, kay? you’re doing so good pretty girl.” he cooed in your ear, his voice so soft in contrast to his actions throughout the night. giving in to him, you nodded, feeling his thrusts speed up while his thumb found your sensitive clit again, making you hiss as the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain coated your nerves in an icy and fiery mix. the sounds that left your lips were almost inaudible, and it didn’t take long for your stomach to tighten once again, feeling orgasm number 8 on the brink of exploding out of you.

“oh god— gonna, ‘m gonna—“ you whimpered, reaching up with weak arms to wrap them around rafe’s sweaty neck. “i know, baby, let go for me, you got it.” he grunted, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch from its spot between your fluttering walls.

he quickened his movements on your clit, and that was all it took for you to come undone, your pussy clenching so tightly around rafe’s cock that it pushed him out of you and you squirted all over him, coating his already wet cock and sweaty abs. you cried out loudly as your release gushed out of you and rafe watched in awe, quickly grabbing his cock and pumping it as he released all over your stomach, loud and drawn out curses leaving his lips. “fucking christ, oh fuckkk.” he slurred as he came down from his own high, taking in the sight of your now limp body, perfectly fucked and coated in his cum.

“jesus, baby, ya pushed me out,” rafe panted and chuckled softly before leaning down to gingerly kiss your lips. “it’s okay, all done now. you did so good for me.” he praised you sweetly, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face. you were seconds away from sleep, but you felt rafe’s strong arms gently lift your body and carry you into the bathroom where he would make sure you got nice and cleaned up before you would sleep for a minimum of ten hours. you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as he sat you down on the toilet, knowing damn well that next time he was going to try for 9. god help your poor pussy.

[tyunphoria]

🌪️not in my movie ! — b.chan

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT!⚠️

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ghostface!bang chan x reader

SYNPNOSIS: just a fun game of cat and mouse till you fall in the lion’s den.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, college!au, pet names, praise, ANGST and SMUTTT. Finding out he’s ghostface gee what a shocker, not proof read, rushed:p chan’s hella manipulative if you squint.

WARNINGS: threatening, mentions of death and murders, blood, slight degradation, fear play, slight dacryphilia, DOM!chan, p in v, oral (giving), fingering, hair pulling, uh tw just to make sure: non con that turns consensual, semi public not rlly?, UNPROTECTED SEX, mentions of vomiting.

[click here to read ghostface!hanjisung x reader.]

w.c: 4.5k

The leaves were ablaze with autumn hue as y/n walked across the quad of her college campus. She breathed in the crisp autumn air, savouring the hint of bonfire smoke that indicated the fair was being set up. Y/n loved this time of the year. Students milled about between classes, backpacks slung over shoulders, coffee cups warming hands. Some douchebags would even take the liberty to scare their peers and professors while clad in a black robe and a ghostface mask.

Speaking of, your senior Chan just fell victim to one of the pranks and it was hilarious how you got to witness it first hand.

“I hate Halloween…” Chan grumbled as he fell into step beside you.

Your body buzzed with laughter as you handed him the book that slipped from his grasp. “Are you going to that fair tonight?” You ask. Chan makes an expression you couldn’t read, akin to contemplation tinged with mild distaste at the idea. You knew him well enough to read the thoughts flitting across his face — he was tempted by the promise of candy apples and haunted houses but also felt the pull of responsibility to study for his upcoming exam.

“Oh come on, Christopher.” You roll your eyes, “a few hours of fun won’t kill you.”

“Hard pass.” He said. He wasn’t one to back down to these types of things but he claimed that there was something about Halloween which gave him the ‘ick’. “And it’s not just that… Changbin lost a bet so now he’s gonna have to wear a playboy bunny costume to the fair. Think I wanna see that?” You laugh and shake your head, bidding him goodbye as you turn to enter your apartment until Chan stopped you once more by grabbing ahold of your arm.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice stern. “I’m being serious this time. Just… how about you just don’t go? It’s dangerous, especially how late it is at night. Who knows… maybe ghostface himself would show up uninvited.”

His warning sent goosebumps to rise on your skin, making the hair on your nape stand. You mask it with a light scoff. “Really, Chris? When are you gonna drop this ghostface shit. Dude’s been M.I.A for years, I think I’ll be fine.”

You try to pull away but his grip around your wrist tightens before you find yourself being pulled against his chest, hands holding your waist in place as he buries his face against your neck. “Be careful out there, yeah?”

Your hard gaze softens. “I will.”

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“Y/n!” Felix beams as he captures you in a tight embrace.

“Jesus Christ, lix.” You gently pull away from the hug to examine his costume. “Elsa?”

“It’s cute, no?” He pouts. “Aya’s over there by the dart booth.” You nod at him gratefully, giving him one last hug before making your way to Aya.

“Hey bitch!” You grin. Aya bounces over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek, staining your skin with the bright red lipstick she wore.

“You wore the costume I bought you, let me see,” she twirls you around. “Hot, hot, okay, but babes that jacket has gotta go.”

“It’s cold!” You protest. “And my tits are practically out.”

Aya sighed in exasperation. “Halloween is the one year where a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” She quotes.

The fair was packed with hordes of costumed attendees, mostly college students from nearby universities. Your eyes widened as she took in the revealing outfits on display - girls in lingerie masquerading as "sexy cat" costumes, shirtless guys with lampshades on their heads.

"Is that chick only wearing a bra and a fucking g-string?" You murmured to Aya, who stood beside you nibbling on candy corn from a paper bag.

Aya followed her gaze to a scantily clad brunette in the distance. "Looks like it," she snorted.

"Thank god there are no kids around here tonight."

You said, finding the lack of children odd. Usually by 8pm, the fair would be swarming with kids getting high off of cotton candy and running around wildly.

"Yeah, the government placed a curfew," Aya explained after popping a few gummy worms into her mouth. "Didn't you hear?"

"A curfew? No, why?" You felt unease curl in your stomach. The last curfew had been years ago, when a killer in a mask murdered a group of teens.

Aya lowered her voice. "It's all over the news. Two days ago someone broke into this girl's house downtown. And then a bunch of people were found dead behind the HYBE office building."

Your brows furrowed. There's no way it could be Ghostface again, right? That killer had been caught years ago.

Chris’s words from this morning suddenly plagued your mind and it bothered you.

A theory was circulating online that there was more than one Ghostface. That a group of obsessed fans had taken up the killer mantle. Those amateur reddit detectives were digging far deeper than the useless ass police.

What if Chan had been right? Unease bloomed in your chest as you glanced around the fair.

Aya takes notes of her expression, attempting to lighten the mood by shoving some cotton candy in your mouth.

“Stop worrying. Let’s go ride the roller coaster and eat candy till we fucking barf!”

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“Oh, fuck me, I’m gonna—“ Aya bends over the railing and hurled.

Your cheeks tint in embarrassment, an awkward smile on your lips as you pat her back, trying to ignore the disgusted looks both of you were receiving.

“Bitch you gotta go on without me,” she slumps against a nearby bench, chugging down a can of beer to wash off the vile taste.

“What!” You frown, “but the haunted house, you promised!” You tugged on her arm but she doesn’t budge. “Tsk, fine, I’ll go without you then.”

They built a new attraction that the place has been working on for years but it just now opened up today. It was a big haunted mansion. You wondered why it took so long for them to open it up, but you found out not too long ago that they didn’t hire any scare actors for this attraction, they were all animatronics.

You see your friend by the entrance, collecting tickets and admitting people in.

"Hyunjin!" you exclaimed, a wide smile lighting up your face as you spotted your friend stationed at the entrance, diligently collecting tickets and admitting people in. "I didn’t know your ass worked here."

The blond returned your smile and motioned for three more people to enter before making his way over to you. "Yeah, I actually wanted to take today off, but they were in desperate need of extra staff. I was looking forward to spending the night with my girlfriend too." he replied with a small sigh. "Surprisingly, it's even more crowded than last year. You'd think people would stay home, given the murder incident that happened at HYBE."

You crossed your arms. You really didn’t wanna think about that right now. casting a quick glance down at your heels, momentarily distracted by the discomfort throbbing in your feet. "I shouldn't have worn these," you gesture to your heels.

Something crossed Hyunjin’s face as his expression went blank. “It’s gonna bitch to run in those if that fucker catches you.”

You gape at him. Who the fuck says something like that so casually?

“Sorry,” Hyunjin chuckled. “It’s part of my script.” Oh right… yeah, of course, it being halloween and him working at a horror attraction explains it.

“Oh, it’s your turn, y/n. You going in alone?” He asks. You glance behind you past the long line of teenagers to spot your friend Aya flirting with some guy. You grunt. “Yeah. Just me.”

Hyunjin smiles, taking your ticket and opening up the doors for you. “Enjoy.” He puts it simply, closing the doors behind you.

Hyunjin glances at the rest of the people in the line, the smile falling from his face as he makes his announcement which results in a chorus of groans.

“Okay everyone! Haunted mansion’s closed for tonight.”

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As you ventured further into the haunted mansion, the path guided you through a dimly lit corridor. The flickering candles along the walls cast eerie shadows, whispering secrets in the air.

"for something that took years to make, this is pretty boring," you muttered, your disappointment evident in your voice. The first half of the experience was extremely underwhelming. The animatronics were, at least. But as you stepped into the next room, your boredom quickly turned to awe.

Inside, the place was straight out of a Gothic horror story. The Victorian aesthetic engulfed you, transporting as if you were entering dracula’s house or some shit.

As you continued, animatronic figures lurched and screeched, attempting to startle you with their mechanical movements and eerie sounds. But let's be real, they were more comical than terrifying. Their jerky motions and predictable jump scares only elicited laughter instead of fear..

You couldn't help but chuckle, finding amusement in their exaggerated gestures and obvious gimmicks. It became a game to anticipate their predictable moves, mocking their feeble attempts at fright.

The vibe itself was pretty spooky.

The thing that genuinely terrified you was the sudden ear-piercing scream cutting through the air.

Was that from outside? You couldn’t tell. There weren’t any windows. Maybe it just came from one of the speakers.

How long has it been, seven minutes maybe? Well, for one the place was huge and you took up most of the time taking pictures of the place and messing with the bots.

Startled by the crashing sound of the picture frame hitting the floor, you couldn't help but leap in surprise. As your racing heart gradually settled, you cautiously rounded the corner, only to find yourself confronted with a seemingly endless maze of hallways. The disorienting sight added to your growing sense of unease.

Just as you began to collect your thoughts, your hand-held phone abruptly buzzed, causing you to jump once more. The unexpected vibration sent a jolt through your system, making you exclaim, "Jesus—fuck!" A nervous chuckle escaped your lips as you pressed a trembling hand against your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart.

Assuming it was Aya, you braced yourself for a string of impatient requests to hurry up and drive her home. However, to your surprise, the incoming text displayed an unknown number. Curiosity mingled with a tinge of annoyance as you read the message that flashed on your screen: "

“Let’s play a game:)”

Your heart rate quickened in response, you weren't in the mood for pranks, you grumbled and decided to power off your phone, hoping to put an end to the unsettling message.

Your phone buzzed again.

With a mix of frustration and apprehension, you reluctantly picked up your phone and saw another message from the same unknown number: "Don't fucking ignore me, l/n." The words sent a shiver down your spine.

Reluctantly, you type back, your fingers trembling on the keyboard.

"Who are you?" you ask, your anxiety building with each passing moment.

The chat bubbles appear on the screen, filled with an unsettling anticipation. The silence hangs heavy, broken only by the rapid beating of your heart.

"Let's play," the mysterious person replies.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and you can't help but snap in response. "Look asshole, I don't have time for this," you retort, your patience wearing thin.

A pause follows, and then their next message appears, sending a chill down your spine. "I'm sure you do if your life depends on it," they jeer, their words laced with a sinister edge.

Confusion and fear intertwine within you, clouding your thoughts. Their cryptic statements leave you bewildered, struggling to grasp their true intentions.

Suddenly, a notification pops up, revealing an incoming image. With trembling hands, you open it, only to be met with a horrifying sight—Hyunjin covered in blood, and Aya who looked lifeless leaned up against a pole.

A scream escapes your lips as you drop your phone, shock coursing through your veins. Trembling, you gather the courage to pick up the device again, your mind racing with terror and desperation.

With a renewed sense of horror, you read the next message: "Don't worry, darling. They’re not dead yet. If you can be a good girl for me, I may just spare them."

Each word intensifies your panic, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

“Don’t hurt them. I’ll do whatever you want.”

The tears streaming down your face are uncontrollable, having to hold the wall for support so your legs didn’t give up on you.

“Let’s play a game of hide and seek.” It writes. “I’m giving you two minutes to hide. If I find you by the time it strikes 12,” then they stopped typing. Seconds felt like hours as you waited. “Let’s just say they don’t get to see another day. As for you, things won’t get pretty so make sure to hide well:)”

It’s a little after 11:40, so you only have twenty minutes till the game is over. You assume that the timer for the duration you had to hide already started so you wasted no time to break into a sprint.

The game seemed simple enough. All you needed to do was hide for fifteen more minutes and you were golden! Besides, it’s a pretty big mansion. You’re confident that it’ll take them hours to find you.

- - - - -

Two more minutes.

There were only two minutes left.

You sink down against the wall, pulling your legs close to your chest. Thoughts of Chris flood your mind. You imagine how he might be doing, picturing the moment when all of this would be over and you could finally return home. The image of him standing before you, his dimpled smile breaking through, teasingly claiming that going to the fair wasn't such a great idea after all, tugs at the corners of your lips and brings a glimmer of warmth to your heart.

"I told you so!" he would tease, his voice filled with both amusement and genuine concern. But deep down, you know that Chan would be consumed with worry for your well-being and safety. You already imagine him scolding you, all while showering you with hugs and gifts to make you feel better. As his junior, his guidance and advice always carried weight, and you never missed an opportunity to listen to his words.

You find yourself sinking deeper into the memories, recalling how Chan had always been so understanding. Whenever the principal's wrath came crashing down, he was there, standing by your side, ready to defend you with unwavering loyalty. And when the storms of heartbreak or failed hook-ups battered your heart, Chris, was there to console you in ways that went beyond words. It was as if you were a treasured princess in his eyes, deserving of nothing but the utmost care and tenderness.

But right now wasn’t exactly the best time to dwell on your fat crush on him.

Like, yes, sure you guys fucked one or twice before but they meant nothing. It was just a way to relieve frustrations with zero strings attached.

His warmth, his voice… his hands that touch you in all the right places.

You’re definitely gonna miss it if you die in this hell hole.

“What's on your pretty little mind that’s got you thinking so deeply, princess?”

You gasp and quickly shoot up to a sprint until your front is pushed up against a wall, feeling someone’s weight pressed against you along with a cold blade poking against your throat.

“I found youuuu,” he taunts.

The man wearing a ghostface mask chuckled as he pressed the knife more into your neck, enough to make a small cut. You wince and groan in pain. The situation is almost laughable, finding it somewhat cliché with the way you’re about to die.

“Fucking… let me go,”

“But princess, I won didn’t I? We had a deal.”

“Fine! You win! Just kill me already then, why drag longer?”

You squirm around to possibly irk him more to speed up the process but as you do, the further your backside gets pushed into his hard on making him groan into your left ear. “But what’s the fun in killing you right away. I’m here to claim my prize.”

Your eyes widen, realizing what his intentions were now.

An idea popped in your head. If you just played along for a few more, you can distract him and make a beeline for the exit.

A laugh slips past your lips. “What’s this? I didn’t expect mister ghostface to be such a perv.” You rub your ass against the tent of his sweats eliciting a strained grunt from the man behind you.

He drops the knife, closing your throat with his fist, bringing your head back. “Don’t fucking tempt me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the sensation of his gloved hand cupping your sensitive pussy. Slick begins to stain your lacy red panties as he hummed and dragged his middle finger along your slit. You gasp out in surprise, “don’t do that…”

“Oh? But you were rubbing against me not too long ago like a little slut, what happened to that confidence?” He reaches down further and gently parts the lips of your vulva before gently circling your entrance.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Your eyes flutter open at his words. You both have already gone this far, why stop now? If you told him to stop, would it just prompt him to kill you? You wanted to atleast see Chris before you died… Well, he asked for permission at least so that was good… fuck it, what about this situation was considered good in the first place? Played with your feelings using fear and dread and now he has you pressed up against the wall with his hand down your underwear.

It was a bit of a turn on.

“Why don’t you kiss my ass and fuck me already.”

You couldn’t see his face but you knew from the tone of his voice that he was grinning, “Good choice.” You were wet and waiting, so he slips a finger inside, thumb circling your clit. You moan, back arching. He adds another finger and pumps his fingers, adjusting the pace while you fall apart in his arms. Your sighs and moans, the way your body responds to him. He hooks his fingers as he circles your clit, rewarded with a moan that sounds suspiciously like calling on the gods.

You tighten around his fingers as you cum, your cheeks flushed in mild embarrassment, with your lipstick smudged from his fingers stuffing your throat full. He strokes you through your orgasm, a beautiful sight to see you undone like this, having to fight the urge to rio off his mask and kiss you.

“Did that feel good, princess?”

“Don’t… call me that.”

“What’s wrong? Do you like being called derogatory names instead?”

Your cheeks flushed. “No! I just… only he can call me princess…”

Ghostface went quiet as he stilled momentarily. He takes his fingers out. “Is that so..” his laughter fills your ears and you can’t help but shy away by hiding your face. Your body was jerked around, forcing you to face him as he squished your cheeks together roughly.

“Open your eyes.”

You shake your head. He moved his hand from your cheeks to your hair making you moan out in surprise.

“Your mask scares me!” You cried out. Staring back at the two blank eyes of the costume while getting fucked isn’t exactly ideal.

“Then I’ll take it off.”

He’s bluffing. Cause there’s no way in hell — this dude’s gotta be bluffing. “You’d do that?”

“For you I would.”

‘Yeah. If you could just take off your mask so I could report you to the police when I’m outta here that’d be great.’

But you’d wish you told him to keep his mask on instead. You would’ve rather preferred that.

“Chris?”

He cradled your face in his hand. “Why do you look so sad, princess? Not what you were expecting?” All you could do was cry. You were confused. You felt betrayed. You wanted nothing more than to shove him away but also melt against the warmth of his touch, the gentle caress of his hands that once brought you comfort. “Shh… shh, don’t cry.” Chan leans in and kisses away your tears.

“Why?” You hiccuped.

“I didn’t want you finding out. I never meant for this to happen.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Hell, y/n, I didn’t want you getting roped into this mess but you drive me fucking insane.

I won’t kill you, I just wanted to be honest with you. I’m sorry if you had to find out this way—“

You swallow his next words with a kiss. You didn’t want to listen to his words anymore. You didn’t care if it’s an excuse, you didn’t care if it was a lie, you didn’t care about anything as long as it was him.

“Save it. Whatever lame ass excuse you’re about to come up with, I forgive you.” This catches him off guard. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off again, “I’m tired and my pussy’s throbbing so let’s hurry and wrap this up.”

He grinned, urging to your knees. He gave your cheek a rough couple pats as he brought his index and middle finger to your lips, “open.” You part your lips and with little to no warning, he shoves his fingers down your throat. With his other hand, he pulled his sweats and briefs halfway down his toned thighs. He rubbed your spit around the length of his dick, giving it a few strokes before tracing the tip against your lips.

You poke your tongue out just to get a little taste of him making Chris visibly shudder. He groans before pushing the tip past your lips. You wrapped your lips around his cock and his hand immediately found its way on the back of your head. “Yeah… fuck, just like that…” you wrapped both of your hands around his length and worked quick pumps around the head while the other worked its way along the base.

He felt his knees buckle a little when you started sucking his balls. “You look so pretty like this,” he urged himself back into your mouth. “And who do you belong to?”

“You.” You moan. “I’m all yours, Channie.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before he began to brutally fuck your little throat. Your dress had ridden up gave it the liberty to press the tip of his shoe against your cunt making your hips jerk forward. As he ruthlessly fucked your throat and the laces of his converse rubbed deliciously against uour clit the stimulation was beyond amazing. After holding your head firmly against his pelvic area for what seemed like eternity, he finally let you get some air, removing yourself from his dick with a sloppy pop.

“Come here, pretty princess. Wanna cum inside of you…” he was quick to pull you to your feet and pushed you back up against the wall. Your answering smile is a smug thing, as if you’re proud of the effect you had on him. He kisses you then, groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. Chan gripped your plush thighs and lifted you up with ease. He was gentle and slow, despite the circumstances you were thrown into. He rips your panties in half trying to get them off, drowning out your protests with a slight chuckle. “I’ll buy you new one’s.” He shoves your panties in his pocket before swiping his tip against your wet folds. “Oh,” you breathe out, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to move. The rhythm is slow at first, your fingers pulling him closer, as if you could eliminate all space between the both of you. Your hips meet his every thrust as they move together at a languid pace, as if they have all the time in the world.

He can feel the way your heart races, the rush of blood in your veins. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he sinks his teeth into your neck, drawing a delicious gasp from your lips as he thrusts into you, hoping to balance out the sensation of pain and pleasure. His face hovers over yours, breaths mingling. “Can you hear how wet you are?” He grunts, adding his thumb to the mix by rubbing your almost painfully sensitive clit. You moan loudly, back arching against the wall when you felt chan begin to suck at your tits over the thin material of your dress.

“Been wanting to fuck you for so long… seeing you walk around all night looking dolled up, I felt so jealous.”

He pounds mercilessly into your poor pussy, salty tears beginning to run down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. “You're so gorgeous… wanna make you all mine — fuck,” he moans. “You’re so naughty… I told you not to go, didn’t I?”

“Channniiieee…. I’m gonna,” you whimper, whining against his lips. “I’m cumming… oh fuck, I’m cumming…”

“so cute…” he cooed. “You disobeyed me, and look at where we’re at now.”

You tangle your fingers in his hair as you orgasm followed by a shudder.

What sounded like footsteps that were approaching closer and closer catches you off guard and it seemed to have a similar effect on him as well.

Sticking to your plan from earlier, you shove him off of you while he’s distracted trying to figure out who could be approaching and make a beeline for the exit. His back hits a table, eyes widening.

“Love you Channie!” You grinned and before he could grab you, you shut the two heavy metal doors in front of him.

He grumbled, pulling his pants back on and opening the door only to be met with a ghostface mask staring right back at him.

“Hey,” Jisung says as he rips the mask off him.

“The van’s parked outside, the other’s have been waiting for twenty fucking minutes.” He says but he only received a glare from his leader. “You look pissed. What the hell happened this time?”

“Change of plans,” Chan says as he picks up his knife and mask from the floor. “You guys go on ahead without me.”

“What?” Jisung scoffed. “You can’t just do that at the last minute. Look, we’ve been planning this shit for years, you can’t just back down ‘cause you can’t control your dick. The police are already on their way, and—!” Chan throws his knife, missing Han by a hair as it pierces through the portrait behind him. Han felt his breathing stop for a quick second.

“You had your fair share of fucking with your slut, so pipe down.”

Jisung glowered, hand tightening around the handle of his gun. “Don’t fucking call her that.” He says, but he knew better than to get into an argument with his boss.

“I’ll meet you guys tomorrow.” Chan slips his mask back on.

“I’m gonna go claim back what’s mine.”

a.n: ruh roh, alpha wolf chan is mad cs he didnt get to orgasm😕😕

and yall i get it, you want more skz ghostface content, im getting there okay😭

also pls lmk if you want me to make anime fics too, all ive been posting about are skz dhisbsje i can write genshin too. P.s all ghostface aus r connected, hyunjin is next methinks

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About You Pt 14

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: we do not condone cheating in this household, that is all. enjoy!

About You Series

2013, Yas Marina Circuit

Jenson values his rest which is why lights were off as soon as it hits 8pm. Everyone knows that this was his schedule during the race weekend so why the hell is someone knocking at his door at 10:40 in the evening. He was about to shout and give this person a screaming but all the irritation disappeared when he saw Y/N at the door.

She was disheveled, an uncommon sight to him. As far as Jenson remembered, Y/N always try to make an effort to look as if she is well-composed even when the whole Multi 21 incident was happening last year. Jenson swears he remembered how she looked happy and excited when they parted ways earlier. What the fuck happened in a matter of hours?

“Jesus Christ, Y/N what is going on” Jenson was immediately awake.

He checked her for bruises fearing that someone laid a hand on her. To his relief there weren’t any. The puffy red eyes were a point of concern because there were only so little things that could make her cry like that.

“Can I stay here? I don’t know where else to go”she finally spoke.

“Of course, get in”

Jenson shuffled to make way for her inside. He was careless to let her stand in the hallway for so long but he didn't miss the implication of her sentence. Why would she say that she has nowhere to go if Sebastian is always there for her? Jenson has witnessed it several times how the Red Bull driver would drop anything to take care of her.

A thought crossed Jenson's mind but that would be impossible. He knew Sebastian would never break up with Y/N, the man would rather get run over by a car than lose her.

“I can prepare you a cup of tea. You should change to some clothes, I have some of our team kit in my closet that may fit you”Jenson suggested.

Y/N sits on the floor of the hotel blankly with tears streaming down her face. It was a scene that tugged the heart of Jenson deeply. If he could do anything to take that pain away then he would.

“C'mon Y/N, lets get you out of this clothes. You take a quick shower then lets talk” Jenson encourages.

The girl was running on autopilot and Jenson was scared. This was the first time that he encountered Y/N to be in this type of state. He has the idea to message if which one of the idiots in Red Bull fought again but he thought it would be best to hear it out from Y/N herself.

When Y/N stepped out of the shower with dry clothes, Jenson was already done with the tea. He led Y/N to sit on one of the couches and Jenson took a sit next to her. It was a few minutes of silence as they sip their tea until Jenson finally caved in.

“Talk to me, whats happening”Jenson begged.

Y/N's deadpanned expression turned to face Jenson. She seems to struggle which one she would tell first or how will she narrate the story. Jenson holds her hand as a form of comfort.

“I went to dinner with Hanna”Y/N found her voice

Jenson tried to recall any Hanna that he knew about. His face scrunched up in his heavy thinking and Y/N noticed that.

“Its Sebastian’s childhood friend”Y/N added.

“Oh its that blonde one right?”Jenson remembered “She used to be here for a few races“

There was silence again from the female Webber. It was frustrating Jenson and he wished he could just mindread the thoughts going on in her head.

“Turns out she is pregnant”she sighs.

Jenson's face contorted to one with confusion. Why would it matter if Sebastian's childhood friend is pregnant? What does it have to do with anything that's happening? Unless...

“No shit, are you fucking serious?" Jenson puts one and one together

It felt like he was being pranked right now and any second the camera crews will get out of their hiding. He wanted everything to be a one big joke but the room remained silent and tears continue to stream down her face.

Jenson wanted to get up and give that Vettel a piece of his mind but he stopped as he looked at Y/N. Leaving her on her own is not the best decision so he just enveloped her in a hug.

“I don’t know Jenson, its so fucked up” Y/N’s voice was faltering as she tries to stop her tears “Was everything just a lie? All those times he was wooing me and now I found out he has a fucking kid with somebody?”

Y/N wiped her tears and she let out a fake laughter. All the emotions are going haywire now.

“Hanna is 6 months along… It ties up around the time of the Spain GP, just before my fucking birthday”Y/N explained.

The scenes were starting to connect with each other. He remembered the earlier conversation with Sebastian about the big mistake he did. He should have seen this coming and punched Sebastian.

“That fucking twat”he mutters.

“I don’t know what to fucking do Jenson, I don’t know what to think anymore”

“Just talk to me, I’m listening”

But frankly, Jenson’s thoughts were filled with regrets. It shatters Jenson because this was the only thing he begged Sebastian, he begged him to take care of Y/N and Sebastian cannot even follow simple directions. If he knew that this is how things would have ended up between the two of them then he should have just tried his best to woo Y/N.

He felt so useless with everything, and he could just only be a comforting shoulder for Y/N.

“She begged me Jenson. She asked if I could talk to Sebastian because the kid needs a father” Y/N narrated “How can I live with that memory in my head that if I allowed myself to be happy then I’m depriving a kid of their father. And Jenson, I love Sebastian. I really love him”

Jenson could feel his heart silently shatter by that confirmation. With everything said and done, Y/N loves Sebastian. It was the reason why she felt so hurt by the whole thing because she loved him. He wanted to ask which God decided to play a cruel joke on him. Having to see the girl he loves the most crying over a man who didn't deserve her when he was there all along and could treat her better.

2013, Circuit of The Americas

Sebastian arrived at the circuit earlier than usual. He has been feeling a bit tense the past few days. Ever since Abu Dhabi, Y/N seems to be avoiding him. She didn't reply to her text messages, she flied out early, and she seems to not be present in the garage during the races. Some may say that it was just all a coincidence and that maybe Y/N was just busy but something was bugging Sebastian about the situation.

So he was hellbent to find some answers today. He headed out to the McLaren garage to talk to Jenson or even try to talk to Y/N.

Some McLaren staffs were preparing the car and they pointed at hush whispers to see the Red Bull driver in their garage.

"Hi goodmorning. Can anyone point me to where Y/N or Jenson is, I just have to speak to any of them and its really important" Sebastian greeted.

The staffs look at each other seemingly wary about his request. Little did Sebastian know but Jenson had a lengthy message before their arrival at COTA that Sebastian Vettel should not be allowed to speak with anyone in McLaren especially to Y/N.

"Did anyone not hear me? I'm asking where is Y/N or Jen-"

"What do you need me for?"Jenson appeared as if on cue.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief upon seeing his friend. He was about to give him a hug but then Jenson's face seems to be filled with irritation.

"Are you okay? You look mad?" Sebastian pointed out.

"Mad? I'm mad?"Jenson fakes a laughter "Oh I am extremely happy Sebastian. I am fucking ecstatic"

"Seriously what's going on, why are you acting weird?"

Something about what Sebastian said pushed Jenson to the edge. The next thing he knows, Jenson was tackling him and they were engaged in a physical altercation. The McLaren employees were quick on their feet to seperate the two of them but Jenson was still lunging to get a punch towards Sebastian.

It was a good thing that there was no media around at this time or else this would have been a huge scandal. Only the employees of the team are present in the garages so this could be contained.

"What the fuck is your problem?"Sebastian roared.

"You're the fucking problem"Jenson shouts back "You are a fucking piece of shit"

The McLaren staffs tried to subdue Jenson but he seems to be adamant to get out of their hold. Sebastian could see in his peripheral view that some of the Red Bull staffs are running to get their driver out.

"We fucking know Sebastian, we know what you did"

And the color suddenly leaves Sebastian's body. His mind running a million thoughts, how the fuck did Jenson know? He stood there frozen unable to defend himself because he knows it was just right for Jenson to punch him. Hell, he deserves worse.

"What did you do Sebastian?"Britta wondered "Are you hurt Seb? Do you want to file a complaint?"

Sebastian shakes his head "Let's just go and leave".

"Yeah and stay the fuck away"Jenson warns.

Some McLaren employees were begging Jenson to stop and think of his rash actions' consequences. They may have physically restrained Jenson but his eyes followed Sebastian as if it was shooting daggers. Sebastian cannot shake the feeling of it even in the comforts of the Red Bull motorhome.

There were lots of things that Sebastian wanted to say. He wanted to tell Jenson that it was an accident and he had too much to drink which is why it happened. He wanted to ask how did he find out and who is the we that he is talking about.

His heart drops upon realizing the weird behavior of Y/N the past few days. Oh fucking shit, she knows.

2013, Autódromo José Carlos Pace

It was the morning before the free practice. The sun was still rising but Y/N managed to find herself early in the garage. Everything was still a bit empty, a big contrast to how the place would be packed in a few hours. With plenty of time to kill, she decided to take a walk around the track.

There was an empty feeling that there was no one by her side. She was so used over the years that there was always a driver by her side. It may be Mark discussing about the family and some kids he is mentoring. It can be Jenson who is busy winking and waving at the fans. And of course, Sebastian, the one who talks her ear off about the winners and the iconic scenes around the track.It feels a bit lonely to walk the tracks by herself.

In light of the recent events, she has been a bit lonely. Sebastian was someone she was ignoring for the obvious reasons. Jenson is someone she talks to for work duties but other than that he is on timeout after his outrage in COTA. Mark is also off the table because she might end up crying and Mark ends up doing something stupid such as crashing Sebastian on purpose.

Seb <3: Please let me talk to you. Seb<3: It’s the end of the season and I don’t want us to go to our winter break with this heaviness on our shoulder. Seb <3: Just please let me explain. Let’s talk about this

The same kind of messages have been circulating ever since the COTA incident. There was not a day that goes by that Sebastian is messaging her asking if they could talk about things. She has to hand it to him that he doesn't give up even if she was radio silent.

What's bugging her is how everyday she is itching to go talk to him. A side of her knows that whatever he has to tell her will never justify the whole thing. Sebastian still hid the truth about sleeping with someone and he betrayed the trust they shared. However, there was a part screaming inside of her to hear him out. It was honestly frustrating to end up in this position that it got her falling apart.

Funny how the mere thought of him causes tears to fall from her eyes and still she wanted to see him. Its so fucking stupid.

She hurriedly tried to find a towel or handkerchief because when she cries it was far from pretty sight with the tears and the snot. There were people coming around the track so it would be pretty bad if anyone sees her. God, she would hate herself to be pictured by the media and have to explain why she is crying to Mark.

"Here, you need this" A hand suddenly extended to her offering a handkerchief.

The first that she did was wipe her eyes to clear her vision and then blow her nose to help her breathe again. Y/N looked up and she was surprised to see a familiar face.

"Jules, oh my god this is quite embarrassing. I'm sorry you have to see me like this"Y/N fuzzes “I am seriously not like this always”

The last time that she met Jules by her own was in Monaco. She remembered how she was also upset and confused during that time. It seems like its becoming a habit that Jules sees her when she is feeling down.

"Oh no, nothing to be sorry about"Jules assured

“You always carry a handkerchief or do you have a dora backpack that carries everything you need?”Y/N tried to joke around.

Jules let out a soft chuckle clearly understanding the reference.

“Would have loved that Dora bag but”Jules shared“its actually my old man told me that I should always carry one so that I can lend it to someone crying or needing to use it to blow their nose”

“That’s very specific and I feel targeted by those statements”

He just held up his hand high in surrender with a smile. It was a joy to have Jules presence because it lifted her spirits even for a moment.

“Wanna walk with me?”Y/N wondered.

“Sure”

Small conversation were shared between the two of them as they walk. Jules gave an update about Charles, who Y/N notes to be ranking up in his career. The conversation was a distraction for Y/N but Jules can't help but notice the disposition of the girl a while ago.

"I don't mean to pry but you seem to have a lot going on in your mind"Jules pointed out "Maybe you could talk to me about it"

Y/N musters a small smile "That bad huh?"

"We can sit down at the side of the track if you like so you can tell me what's going on"Jules offered.

"There's nothing going on"

But she knows her voice is weak and it betrays her. Even, she was unconvinced by the sentence she just uttered. There was clearly a lot going on.

Skepticism was apparent in Jules' face however he nods his head in understanding. He knows that if Y/N doesn't want to talk about it then he won't force her to talk about it. He continues walking with her and Y/N appreciates that.

"But can I ask you a hypothetical question?" Y/N quizzed.

"Go on"

There were a lot of tell-tale signs that Y/N was nervous with the way she was fiddling with her necklace and how she avoids eye contact. Jules turned to her and stopped. He put his hands on Y/N's shoulders to keep her from shaking.

"Hey, you don't have to say anything if you aren't ready to talk about it"Jules assured "Don't stress on it"

"But I need help" there was the cry of distress.

"Okay then lay out the hypothetical situation"Jules encouraged.

"Okay hypothetically speaking, what does it mean if you got a girl pregnant and that girl is not your girlfriend. And still you want to talk and explain to your girlfriend. Do you still love your girlfriend? Why do you want to talk to your girlfriend?"

Jules seems bewildered by the whole story as he seems to curse in french under his breath. He just couldn't fathom how Y/N has been placed in such a deep shit situation.

"Please tell me you are not pregnant" Jules begged.

"I AM NOT!"

"You're not cheating?"

"For the record, this is a hypothetical situation"Y/N reminded "But to answer your question, im not cheating"

A sigh of relief escaped Jules as one of his hands massaged the temple on his head to relieve the incoming headache. He didn't want to ask anything anymore and he will just treat it as air quotes hypothetical.

"First of all, hypothetical or not, it is wrong to cheat on your partner. It should have never happened in the first place if a person truly loves their partner"Jules cleared.

An immediate frown graced Y/N's face as it confirms her earlier thoughts.

"However, there may be a reason as to why it happened. I have heard how some people had done it because they were drunk and did not know what they were doing. Others are actual serial cheaters who has done this several times. There are certain degrees of the crime and I think the next course of action should take it into account"Jules reasoned out.

Y/N remembered how Hanna mentioned that this just happened one time. It was just an extremely unfortunate situation that Sebastian knocked her up that one time they slept together. Jules explanation made valid points.

"If its one time?"

"Why not go talk about it and maybe they could work on it"Jules replied.

It was quite funny to even hear that suggestion. She never could have seen herself getting over the cheating incident so how could they work on it?

"Will things ever work with something as big as cheating?"Y/N questioned.

The driver just nods, "Yeah when you love someone. You can look past their biggest mistakes and flaws because you love them. Its why people tell us love makes us stupid at some point"

Love truly makes us stupid, a fitting sentence to embody Y/N right now.

"I think the best course of action is to hear what he has to say. If this is a one time thing then maybe you can forgive him and then you two can work this out. Or maybe you can take your time and not forgive him. Whatever works for you"Jules added.

"This is all a hypothetical situation remember"Y/N reminded.

A laughter comes out of Jules and he nods his head in agreement.

"Of course Y/N, everything is all hypothetical"

The two continued with their walk without a hitch. People are starting to enter and they made a good decision to head back to their respective garages.

"And this is my stop, thanks for a wonderful morning Jules"Y/N hugged Jules in front of the McLaren garage.

"Not a problem, you were a joy to walk with"

"Really even with the crying and all my hypothetical questions?"Y/N joked

"Yeah even then"Jules agreed " and I hope you aren't too troubled anymore next time we meet"

"I'll return your handkerchief then maybe you're the one needing it next time around"

The two waved goodbye to each other. Y/N reached out for her phone and she started to type. Her head was a bit clear now and maybe the talk with Jules gave her a bit of braveness to do this.

Y/N: Okay. I'll hear you out one time. Meet me after the race. You set the place.

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Bets & Bargains - Part 6

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley reach a new point in your...‘relationship’ after your fourth date takes an unexpected turn, and it leaves both of you aching for more.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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You were going into your second hour of class when Bradley texted you, and while you would usually remind yourself to get back to him later and focus on taking notes, you put your pen down and pick up your phone instead, hiding it behind your book as you read the text. 

Fratley: What are you doing later tonight?

You glance up at your teacher, and once you were sure he wouldn’t catch onto what you were doing, you quickly text him back. 

Nothing, why? 

Fratley: There’s a new horror movie out. For some reason I have a weird feeling that you’re into those kinds of movies.

You laugh to yourself, making sure Mr. Clarke wasn’t paying attention before replying to him.

I have no idea how you knew I like horror movies, but I’m down. What time?

Fratley: It starts at 7:20. I can pick you up for 7?

Sounds good. 

You were giddy throughout the rest of the class and had barely paid any attention to what Clarke was saying by the time the class ended. 

You got home at around 6, and quickly had a shower before Bradley would be here. The fact that you and he haven’t gone more than a day without seeing each other since you met was making you feel all sorts of things, and all of them were good. You couldn’t believe how much you liked him in such little time. It was almost concerning. 

Sam was still a bit pissed off with you since you officially ended things with her brother, but you knew she would come around sooner or later. You didn’t need to marry Luke to be able to consider her your sister. In all honesty, you never saw yourself marrying Luke in the first place. You were still so young, why were you even thinking about marriage right now?

You push away those thoughts and get ready for the movie, opting to dress in black leggings and a cropped tee. You grabbed your UVA hoodie and draped it over your arm as you ran your fingers through your still damp hair. It would dry on the drive to the movies, and you were lucky enough to be one of those people whose hair didn’t get overly frizzy if you didn’t blow dry it. 

Fratley: I’m here early. I couldn’t help it. 

You smile at your phone and leave your room. Just as you were making your way to the door, your fingers typing out a reply to Bradley, Sam leaves her room and blocks your path. “Jesus,” you laugh as you abruptly stop walking. “I didn’t know you were home.”

Sam crosses her arms and tilts her head. “Where are you going? On another date with your rebound?”

You furrow your brows and put your phone in your pocket. “My rebound?”

“Yeah, that guy you’ve been seeing pretty much every day since that party,” she replied, squinting her eyes at you afterwards. “You know, the party I took you to.”

She was acting hostile again, and you weren’t sure why. This couldn’t be because you and Luke were done and that you were moving on, right? She wasn’t that petty, right? “Oh right,” you play along, crossing your own arms. “The party you ditched me at.”

Sam straightened up at that and her scowl deepened. “I already said I was sorry for that,” she muttered.

“I know, and I’ve already forgiven you, so I’m not sure why you’re bringing it up again,” you huff, annoyed that she was still going on about this when you could be with Bradley right now. 

“Because,” she rolled her eyes. “If you never went to that party, you would’ve never met that Bradshaw guy and you would’ve never broken up with Luke.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Are you serious?” You ask, and when her expression doesn’t change, you stand up straighter. “Well maybe I would’ve met him on campus. We ran into each other the day after out of pure coincidence, I could’ve met him for the first time then. And Luke and I have been broken up. For a while now. I’ve moved on, and so should the both of you.”

Sam opened her mouth to respond, but you were fed up. You pushed past her and grabbed your keys from off the coffee table, glancing back at her as you shoved them into your bag. 

“And for the record, Bradley is not a rebound,” was the last thing you said before opening the door and closing it behind you. You were a bit heated as you stepped outside, but the sight of Bradley leaning against the passenger side door of his Jeep calmed you down a bit. You were a bit breathless as you walked swiftly down the steps and reached him, lifting your hand and setting it on his shoulder. “Hi.”

He smiled down at you, his hands wrapping around your middle and pulling your body right up against his. “Hi,” he said back before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss caught you off guard since it was only the second one you’ve shared with him, but the surprise quickly wore off as you deepened it. Bradley kept his face close to yours when he pulled away and murmured, “I saw that you read my text but you didn’t come out for a while. I got worried.”

His confession had you feeling warm for a completely different reason and you smiled up at him, sliding your hand down and gripping his bicep. “Yeah, sorry,” you trail off, your head a bit fuzzy from the kiss. “I was going to text you back, but Sam, my roommate, decided to start something with me just as I was about to leave.” 

“Ah, the roommate,” he teased, reaching up to run his knuckles along your jaw. “Do I get to meet her soon?”

You laugh and shake your head, glancing behind you at the closed door before turning back to him. “Probably not. She’s my ex’s sister, and she’s a bit more than pissed that her brother and I are done,” you say and Bradley presses his lips together to stifle a laugh. “Might not be the best idea to formally introduce her to my ‘rebound’.” You complete the sentence by lifting your hand and finger quoting ‘rebound’, making Bradley let out a loud laugh as he leans further back against the Jeep. 

“Rebound, huh?” He grunted. “That hurts, babe, it really does.”

You blush and shrug, meeting him halfway when he starts to lean back in for a second time. He kisses you quickly before pushing away from the Jeep and opening the door for you. “Thanks,” you mumble and sit in the passenger seat. “You kept it running?”

“Had to make sure your seat warmer was on,” he simply answered and your blush deepened, but he thankfully closed the door before he could see it. The darkening sky also helped hide it. “Ready to go?” He asked once he was in the driver’s seat, looking over at you with his annoyingly pretty brown eyes. 

“Yeah,” you whisper and put your seatbelt on as he pulls away from the curb. “So what’s this movie about?”

“I don’t know, I think maybe it’s about a nun getting pregnant or something like that,” he answered and you nod with a quiet laugh. 

“Nice choice,” you tease and he glances over at you. 

“Hey, it’s supposed to be one of those scary convent movies. I thought you’d be into that kinda thing,” he smirked and you had to physically restrain yourself from kissing him again. How was he so effortlessly hot?

“Oh, I’m into it,” you hum and take his hand when he holds it out to you. He kept his left one on the steering wheel as you lace your fingers with his, and you tried not to think about just how big his hands are. 

Seriously, Y/n, get a grip here. He’s cute, but he’s just a guy. A very cute guy. A kind guy. A stupidly attractive guy. 

And that’s how you found yourself feeling completely screwed for a second time this week. 

-

Even though it had only been a day, Bradley somehow found himself missing you. 

It was crazy, because he shouldn’t be missing you so soon, but he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t help the way he kissed you against his Jeep when he picked you up, and he was a bit nervous that you were going to react negatively since you and he weren’t actually official. 

But you kissed him back and he was given the reassurance he needed to go on with this date.

Is this a date? Is this his third date with you? Or maybe fourth if you counted the brief movie night at his place, which he does. 

Four dates in and he hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He’s seen you almost every day this week, and things were going great in his opinion, so why hasn’t he put a label on this yet?

He never took Bri out as often as three times a week in the eleven months he was with her, so maybe she was right about him not putting enough effort in with her, but that clearly changed with you. He didn’t want to be stuck inside anymore when he could instead be somewhere with you. 

Bradley was still feeling a little guilty about allowing her to come over the other night, and that might have partly played into why he kissed you. He knew now that he wanted you, and knew he was going to stop wasting his time pining over a girl who only wanted him for his body and dick. 

You were so different from her.

Bradley parked in the underground parking lot, and the whole drive here he had to pretend he didn’t notice the way you hadn’t pulled your hand out of his the entire time. Backing up with one hand was hard, but he didn’t want to be the first one to pull away. Maybe you were a sucker for physical touch like he was. 

God, he hoped so. 

You argued with him about buying your ticket, then dropped the attitude when he suggested that you pay for the drinks and popcorn. “This actually works out perfectly,” you hum as you take your drink and the tall bag of popcorn. “I paid for the garden, you paid for dinner, and now we’re equally paying for this.”

“I wouldn’t count me paying for dinner as anything,” he laughed as he tossed a bag of candy onto the counter after you had already paid for the drinks and popcorn. “Five Guys is so cheap.”

But you ignored his words as you glared at him, watching with squinted eyes as he pulled out his wallet. “Hey, I was supposed to pay for the snacks,”

Bradley just smirked and grabbed the bag of skittles. “I can’t have you paying for your own candy,” he said simply then laughed when you raised one brow. “Fine, we’ll share it.”

“I’ll pay you back,” you offered but he just shook his head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, careful not to spill his drink on you. 

“It’s like, four dollars worth of skittles,” he brushed off your words and guided you over to the ticket person, handing the guy both yours and his tickets. “I don’t think it’ll break me.”

“I just feel guilty when people pay for things for me all the time,” you say quietly as the guy pointed in the direction of the theater. 

“Don’t,” he said just as quietly, pulling you along with him. “I don’t mind paying for things, babes. I have enough money to get me by for quite a while.” He didn’t want to go into too much detail of why he had a fair amount of money as he felt like bringing up the whole dead parents thing was a bit of a weird thing to announce before watching a movie that may include people getting brutally murdered. 

You glanced up at him in a way that made you look so innocent, he wanted to kiss you right in the middle of the hall. “I like when you call me that,” you confess and he grins down at you, deciding to actually go for it now.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and he was still smiling when he pulled away. “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep calling you it,” he stated, watching as you blushed before ducking into the theater and booking it to your seat, leaving him to laugh as he followed after you. 

Bradley had picked seats that were in the back row since you had told him that you preferred to not have anyone directly behind you, claiming that you’ve had your seat kicked one too many times now. 

The more he found out about you, the more he wanted to know. You had all these cute characteristics and were so incredibly attractive to him, he was sure he would rather spend his time just talking with you than doing anything productive. 

When he sat down next to you, he draped his arm over the back of your chair and leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your cheek. He had a feeling that it would make you blush again, and he was right. 

Even in the dark room that was only lit up by the previews on the screen, he could see the way your face tinted with a blush, and the way you squirmed a bit. “You’re driving me crazy,” you whispered as someone came in and sat down a few seats away from you. 

Bradley laughed and dropped the bag of skittles onto your lap, making you jump slightly. He would be lying if he said he didn’t love the way he was able to make you feel all flustered just by doing the smallest of things, like kissing your cheek. “Trust me,” he murmured. “The feeling is mutual.”

When the movie started, Bradley really couldn’t be blamed for not being able to pay much attention to it. He had, what could simply be described as his dream girl, right next to him and he had made you a blushing mess. 

He was a bit annoyed that he hadn’t met you sooner, and he wondered how he had never seen you around campus before until this week. Surely he would’ve remembered you. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the time he spent with Bri felt like a waste now that he knows he could’ve possibly been spending it with you.

Not even twenty minutes had passed since the movie began and Bradley had already lost interest. It seemed like you might have, too, since you had been not so subtly glancing over at him every now and then for the past five minutes. 

The hand of his arm that was draped over your shoulder moved closer to your neck, and soon he was tangling his fingers in your hair. You shifted in your seat slightly, and the next time you looked over at him, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and kissing you. 

You kiss him back almost instantly, as if you had been craving to do it as much as he was. Usually Bradley wasn’t into excessive displays of affection in public, but to be fair it was pretty dark in the theater, and the movie itself took place in a dark convent, so it’s not like anyone could see what you and he were doing. 

And he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself right now. He’s been so into you since that night at the party, he didn’t know what to do with himself. You were giving him the impression that you were into him, too, and that was enough for now, but he knew it was only a matter of time until he wanted more. 

He wanted you.

Bradley reached over with his free hand and gently gripped your jaw, angling your head so he could deepen the kiss that was quickly becoming too heated to be deemed acceptable in a public setting. 

He wanted to take you out of here and back to his house, but he also didn’t want to rush things with you. He wanted to take his time.

Then you grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on your thigh before sliding it upwards, and he was prepared to ignore all of that.  

You grab onto his shoulders then slide your hands up until they are tugging at his hair, and he swore he had never felt anything better than that. When you started biting down on his bottom lip, he knew he had to either pull away and keep his hands to himself, or take you right out of this theater before something happened. “Y/n,” he rasped when he pulled back, only able to get out the one word before you were kissing him again. He held onto your forearms and pulled away again after a few more seconds. “Let me take you out of here, baby.”

The look you gave him had him not even caring how desperate he sounded as you bit down on your lip and tugged at his sleeve. “Call me that again,”

Bradley was smirking now as he leaned over until he was well into your personal space. “Come on, baby,” he whispered right next to your ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

The moan you let out after that had his cock twitching with want, and you stood up quickly, grabbing your drink as you made a beeline towards the stairs. Bradley grabbed his own drink and the half eaten bag of popcorn, rolling the edges of it until it was closed, then he was practically running after you. 

When he made it out into the hall, you were already halfway down it, but he was able to quickly catch up to you. He wrapped his arm around your middle and turned your body, leaving a chaste kiss to your mouth before he was guiding you back towards the stairwell that leads to the parking garage. “Should we wait for the elevator?” You asked as he pushed you up against the wall beside it, glancing up to see that the elevator was on the seventh floor.

You began placing kisses to his neck and jaw, and when you poke your tongue out and ran it along the scar on his throat, he huffed through a moan, “No, let’s take the stairs,” 

Then he was pulling the door open and tugging you down the three floors with him, neither of you caring at all about the looks everyone gave you as you finally made it to the garage. Damn near everyone in that movie theater were given a free show of you and him not being able to take your hands off one another, as were the people in the lobby, and it just excited him more because he had never felt this worked up before. And he was just kissing you when it happened. 

“Why did you have to park so far away?” You whined as you tried to keep up with him. “I’m dying here.” 

Bradley let out a deep laugh before stopping abruptly. He turned around and picked you up before you could accidentally run into him, and you squealed when he threw you over his shoulder. “Problem solved,” he grunted as he resumed his fast pace towards the back of the garage. 

“Bradley,” you laughed as you clung onto the back of his shirt. 

“What? You were going too slow,” he smirked as he tightened his grip on the backs of your thighs. He finally made it to his Jeep not long after that, and he set you down and held your body close to his with one hand while he unlocked it with the other. 

It was considered a miracle that he was somehow able to not spill his drink on you with just how handsy he was being. He tossed the bag of popcorn onto the passenger seat next to your hoodie then grabbed your drink and set both yours and his safely in the cupholders, turning to you with a smirk now that his hands were free. 

Bradley grabbed hold of your waist and pulled your body close to his, connecting your lips in a deep kiss as he pressed you against the back door. His tongue slipped into your mouth and brushed against yours, and the strained moan you released had him bucking his hips. A string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away and murmured, “Come on,” 

He got up onto the driver’s seat and pushed it all the way back before holding his hand out to you. He helps you up and slams the door once you are settled on his lap, then his lips are against yours again. Your hands tangle in his hair as his grip your waist, tugging your body so your chest is right up against his. 

“The things you do to me,” he mumbled when you pulled away and began placing open mouthed kisses to his jaw and neck, focusing on the spot where the hickey Bri gave him was beginning to fade. “It’s not right, the way you make me feel.”

Your laugh against his neck had him grinning as he closed his eyes and leaned back. “How do I make you feel?” You asked, removing one hand from his hair and tracing the tip of your index finger along the scars on his cheek. “Do I make you feel excited? Overwhelmed? Maybe a bit nervous but in the best way? Because that’s how you make me feel, all the time.”

You whispered those last three words directly into his ear and Bradley groaned loudly. “Yeah,” he breathed out, guiding your body into a slow roll against his. “That’s exactly it.”

“Oh, God,” you moaned and it was probably the prettiest sound Bradley had ever heard in his life. Your hands find his shoulders again and twist his shirt as you take it upon yourself to grind your hips against his, tilting your head back and exposing your neck to him. 

Bradley’s eyes dropped down to your throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to your soft skin. The feeling of your covered core rubbing against him was surreal and he felt himself getting more worked up. He wasn’t even properly feeling you, wasn’t even inside you and he still felt so fucking good. 

When he pulled away from your neck, his eyes darkened at the hickey he left that surely would be hard to cover up later, but luckily it was the weekend. Though he didn’t really care much. He secretly wanted the other guys on campus to see it.

Each drag of your core had you moaning louder and louder, and Bradley wanted to make you feel like this all the time. “Feel good, baby?” He asked in a teasing tone, smirking at the whine you let out as you nod. 

“Yes,” you whisper, leaning in to press your forehead against his. “Maybe it’s a good thing that you parked far away.”

A blush took over your face and it sounded like you were forcing yourself to be quieter, and Bradley didn’t like that. “I don’t care if someone hears us,” he rasped, bending one of his knees and grasping your hips tightly. You moan at his words, then moan even louder when he takes full control and bucks up against you. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, clinging onto his shoulders. 

Bradley had never done anything like this in public before, but he knew he couldn’t wait until he got you back home. He also didn’t want your first time together to be in the front seat of his Jeep as he thought you deserved something a bit more romantic than that, so it was kind of good that this was an on top of the clothes type of thing. 

“You’re so pretty,” he groaned as you met his thrusts halfway. “Way too fucking pretty for me.”

You grip his jaw and press a searing kiss to his mouth, the back of his throat silencing your cries of pleasure as you get yourself off on top of him. “Bradley,” you moaned his name and he had to physically hold back a surprise release at just how hot you sounded. “I like you so much, it’s almost pathetic.”

How sweet you sounded when you were insulting yourself. “I like you, too,” he said back, kissing up the side of your neck until his lips met the skin below your ear. “Ever since that night at the party. I thought you looked so fucking good standing in my dining room.”

You bite your lip and dig your nails into his shoulders. “You saved me from being by myself that night,” you struggled to say as you quickened the grind of your hips. “I was ditched just minutes before you came up to me.”

Bradley still had no clue why Sam ditched you, then he remembered that she is related to your piece of shit ex, and it suddenly made sense. He thought back to that awful text Luke sent you when you had fallen asleep during your movie night, and he was appalled that he had the nerve to talk to you like that.

But he could get annoyed with your ex another time, not when you were currently rocking your hips into his and kissing along his nearly healed scars. “You’re gonna make me come,” you warned in a tone that should not have sounded so innocent given the circumstances. 

“Yeah?” He grunted, also feeling himself get close. “You’re going to make me come, too.” 

You grin down at him and kiss his lips as you give a few more rolls of your hips before you tense up against him and release a string of loud, whiny moans. “Fuck,” you stuttered above him, twisting his hair in between your fingers as you came. 

As you were coming down, you never stopped rubbing yourself against him, and not long after Bradley was coming, too. He dropped his head onto your shoulder as he let out deep and breathy groans, feeling his release coat himself in his boxers and jeans. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered as you finally stopped and let out a small laugh. 

Your hands trailed through his hair as you both tried to regain control over your breathing. “Did you..” you trailed off as if you were embarrassed to ask him if he came or not. 

It was almost comical since you had just given him what he thinks was the best orgasm of his life, and he never once penetrated you. All his past times with Bri felt like a bit of a joke now that he knew how good you felt, even fully clothed. “Yeah,” he answered, watching as a proud smile formed on your lips. Bradley leaned in and pressed a much more gentle kiss to your mouth, his hands coming up to smooth out your hair. “Sorry we didn’t get to watch much of the movie.”

Then it dawned on him that you and he left not even halfway through a movie about nuns and celibacy to go hook up in his car, and he had to hold back a laugh of disbelief. 

You huffed as you shook your head, laughing afterwards. “It’s okay. I wasn’t really paying much attention to it anyway,” 

“Me either,” he replied and you laughed again, hesitantly moving off him and crawling over to the passenger seat. 

Bradley watched your every move, and when your eyes trailed down to his lap, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry,” you gasp, making him furrow his brows in confusion before he looked down and noticed the wet spot on his thigh. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he waved you off, not caring a single bit at the dampness on his jeans, but you seemed to be mortified. 

“I’m embarrassed now,” you murmur and cover your face. 

“Don’t be,” he said again, reaching over and taking your wrist in his hand. “I mean it. That was so fucking hot, and I already couldn’t stop thinking about you before. This definitely won’t help.”

That seemed to make you feel a little better as you slumped against the seat and gazed over at him. “I don’t want this night to end yet,��� you confessed quietly. 

Bradley slid his hand along your arm until his fingers were laced with yours. “I don’t, either,” he mumbled. “It’s still early. Why don’t we just sit here and talk?” His offer reminded him of the conversation he had with you that night Bri came over and nearly ruined his whole day. Then you called him and made things better, and he found out just how much he likes talking to you - though it was pretty obvious before. 

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling over at him as you got into a more comfortable position, still keeping your hand locked with his. “Let’s play that question game again.”

“Okay,” he laughed, leaning back as well. “What’s your favorite holiday?”

“I love Christmas,” you answer. “It’s like the one time my family actually puts in an effort to spend time together.”

Funnily enough, that was one of the reasons Bradley didn’t like Christmas. He didn’t have a whole lot of family left, and the one person who was a constant in his life wasn’t a big fan of the holiday either. “You guys aren’t close?” He asked and you shook your head. 

“Not really. My parents and I are close, but my sister and I haven’t really talked much since I came here,” you shrug and look over at him. “What about you? Does your family go all out for Christmas? Or is it a once a year type thing like mine?”

Bradley smiled and looked down at your joined hands. “I don’t really celebrate Christmas that much anymore,” he murmured, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “I loved it as a kid, but now it just feels like a memory.”

Your face scrunches up in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Oh, God, was he really about to willingly have the dead parents conversation right now? Right after you and he just got each other off in a fucking parking garage? “Um,” he trailed off, looking at the various cars around. “Well…I don’t really have anyone to celebrate it with.”

He looked back over at you when you sat up and gave him your full attention, and he knew there really was no reason why he couldn’t just get this topic over with. 

“My dad, he…died when I was really young, so I don’t really remember much of him,” he mumbled, feeling the way your grip on his hand tightened just slightly. He brought it up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before continuing, “And my mom died when I was still in high school, so the only person I really have is my uncle, and even he is hardly around anymore.”

There it was. His depressing as fuck backstory. 

“Bradley,” you say quietly. “I don’t know what to say.”

He shook his head and gave you a small smile, reaching over with his free hand and running his fingers along your jaw. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything,”

You frown and press the back of his hand against your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you whisper and he shakes his head again. 

“It’s okay, really,” he brushed off your words. “I can talk about this stuff more now without getting too upset. I mean, there’s nothing I can do about it, so that kinda makes it easier to talk about it.”

You nod and kiss along his knuckles. “Hey, I never did ask about what you wanted to do once you graduate,”

“Join the Navy,” he answered as if it was the easiest question he’d ever been asked. “Like my old man.”

“The Navy?” You echoed and sat up. “What, like, the Marines?” 

“No, the Air Force,”

Your eyes widened at that, “You want to fly planes? Like, aviation?”

“Well, fighter jets,” he corrected with a laugh. “But yeah, I wanna fly planes.”

“Wow,” you trailed off, looking out the front window for a few seconds before glancing at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. “What do you want your call sign to be, flyboy?” 

He grinned and shrugged. “I don’t really know. Maybe some kind of bird like my dad,”

“What was your dad called?”

For some reason you were super interested in his life, and he actually appreciated it more than he thought he would. “His call sign was Goose,”

“Goose,” you repeated the name with a small smile. “You should be…Duck. Your call sign should be Duck.”

“Duck?” He laughed and shook his head. “No, absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on, that’s a good one,” you laughed, too, somehow able to effortlessly turn a dark and depressing conversation into a much lighter one. “Fine. How ‘bout…Rooster.”

That one actually didn’t sound too bad, and it had the double ‘o’ like Goose. “Rooster,” he tried it out for himself. “Okay, that’s not terrible.”

“It’s settled then,” you state and lean back. “Your call sign will be Rooster.”

Bradley watched as you kissed the back of his hand before pulling yours out of it in order to open the popcorn bag. He was glad you knew about his parents now, as he wasn’t sure how awkward it would be to bring up later.

“What is your favorite holiday?” You asked as you dug around in the bag. 

“Um, Halloween,” he replied and opened his mouth when you held a few pieces of popcorn up to his lips. “What was one subject in school that you just…fucking hated?” 

You laugh and set the bag in between the two of you. “I was really bad at science subjects,” you mumble. “Like, really bad. I passed Chemistry with a 52.”

Bradley tried to hold back a laugh and brought his drink up to his mouth. “Well, Chemistry is pretty hard,” he offered, then couldn’t help but say, “But yeah, a 52 is pretty bad.”

You glare over at him but the smile on your lips told him that he didn’t offend you. “I’m aware,”

When Bradley was forced to drive you back to your place a little while later, he kept his hand on your thigh the whole time. He wasn’t kidding. He couldn’t stop thinking about you before he got you off in his front seat, and it would only be harder to after this. 

“You know, we need to stop having so much fun every time we see each other,” you mumbled once he parked outside your dorm. “Sooner or later I’ll start expecting it.”

“What, having fun with me?” He teased, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Trust me, babes, you’ll have fun all the time as long as you’re with me.”

You grin over at him, “I’ll hold you to that,”

Then you were leaning over the center console and pressing a deep kiss to his mouth. One that had him shamelessly groaning and wishing that you would invite him in with you, but he was also trying to remind himself that he wanted to take his time with you and not rush into things. “Have a good weekend,” he muttered when he pulled away. “I’ll be thinking about you nonstop, I’m sure.”

You blush and reach for the door handle. “The feeling is mutual,” you whisper, then get out of the car and make your way inside, leaving Bradley to wait until he felt like he had enough control over himself to be able to drive back to his place.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Drabble idea for the ask thing: Steve works at a tattoo shop and Eddie works at a flower shop, they both get odd looks when they tell people about their job. Bonus: Eddie gets a tattoo of a flower from Steve and that's how they meet.

This is like if you took call me sunshine, send me to space and made it cuter with a flower shop and made Steve the tattoo artist instead. I'm just gonna write the bonus scene because that's a lot to keep 500 words or less and we all know how I go on 😂 Don't @ me over the super sappy ending, someone with spoons please write another 50k of this.

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"You want a wildflower bouquet in the space of your full sleeve?" Steve stared at the fully tattooed man over his glasses, brows raised in disbelief. "I'm not one to judge tattoo choices but you seem to know what you're doing and I'm a bit confused as to how that fits with...anything else on your arm."

Steve had definitely done some wild tattoos. He was actively part of so many bad decisions made by people who would live to regret getting their girlfriend's name on their neck or the face of their best friend on their thigh.

But this one was different in that this guy had clearly meticulously planned out every tattoo on his body, and that was a lot of tattoos, and now he wanted to add...wildflowers. In between skulls and guitars and some metal band logo. Right.

"Yeah and if it's a problem, I can go somewhere else, man. I just heard a lot of good things about you and my flower shop is two doors down, so-"

"Wait. You're Eddie? You're the guy who owns the flower shop." Steve perked up, face relaxing more into a smile.

"The one and only. You been by?" Eddie didn't remember actually seeing Steve before.

He'd been shocked to walk in and see a barely tattooed Steve sitting behind the counter. Assuming he was the secretary, he'd said he was here for an appointment with the guy in charge, and Steve smiled and explained who he was.

"I haven't. But someone brought me a bouquet you made when I first opened and it was beautiful. Managed to keep it alive and thriving for almost two weeks, which is a record for me, and then someone said it was because of the way you take care of them before they're sold and the minerals you use in the water and I'm turning into Robin. Jesus."

Eddie was endeared.

Steve was looking down at his tablet in front of him, a barely visible sketch on it.

"Is that what you've come up with?" Eddie asked as he leaned over the counter to get a closer look.

They could talk about his love of the bouquet Eddie made later.

"Yeah, but. Now that I'm looking at you...I'm not sure it's right," Steve sighed, closing the app and looking back up at Eddie. "I can redesign at no charge and set up another consultation."

"Can I see?"

"Sure."

Steve pulled his tablet out and opened the picture back up.

It was beautiful, actually resembled a bouquet Eddie had done not long ago for his friend Jonathan.

"It's perfect. Can it be done in one long sitting or do we need to break it up?" Eddie smiled at Steve, pulling up the calendar on his phone to make an appointment.

"Uh. Well." Steve cleared his throat. "I guess you could probably handle the pain so all in one is fine with me? It's probably gonna be six hours with breaks every hour. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Eddie looked at the tablet again, tilting his head as he thought back to when he'd made this bouquet.

"Do you know Jonathan Byers?" Eddie asked, not looking away from the picture.

His eyes focused on the coneflower that he'd only been able to use in one bouquet before his part time employee found out they were allergic.

"Yeah...why?"

"He got you that bouquet, right?"

Steve nodded.

Eddie didn't really believe in fate or destiny or whatever type of miracle people tended to wish for. He also didn't believe in soulmates or the perfect partner.

But wildflowers grow anywhere, and sometimes love can too.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

Keychain

Smutty

You didn’t even need to tell me it should be smutty—I know you well 😂

Anyway, I think you’ll enjoy this one 🩶

**********

8 weeks. That’s all it had been. Tommy was obviously batshit insane to be thinking about this already. He knew it. God knew it. The guy at the key cutting place definitely knew it because Tommy couldn’t help but excitedly tell him that the key was for his boyfriend.

And Tommy was not an excited yapper. He wasn’t the type of guy to share his feelings very often with people he knew let alone the old man who just wanted to quietly get on with his job of cutting a key.

But Evan did that to him. Evan had turned him in to a 6’2” gooey mess of a man whenever he thought about him. Or saw him. Or heard him. Tommy was absolutely done for already.

For the first time since in weeks their shifts had aligned and they were about to share a full 72 hours off shift together. Buck wanted them to spend the entire time naked, but Tommy had managed to negotiate some clothed time to pick up groceries and run a few other errands.

Buck picked up their plates to put in the dishwasher as Tommy topped up their wine glasses.

“Oh. I forgot I got you something.” Tommy said opening up one of the drawers. He held out the shiny, dangling object to Buck.

“A little helicopter key chain” He grinned.

“Yep. For this.” He held up the silver key in his fingers. A subtle look of confusion came across Bucks face and Tommy couldn’t help but chuckle. Buck was by no means dumb, but he definitely had his moments. “It’s a key to this place. This way when you get off before me, you let yourself in.” He snaked his arms around Bucks waist. “I like the idea of coming home to you.”

*

A few days later they were back to work and Tommy had had a tough shift. Nothing major happened, just one call after another. He was tired and looking forward to going home. Evan was working the opposite shift so was going to come over for breakfast when his shift ended.

He dragged himself into his home and made his way upstairs with plans to shower away the day.

He thought it odd at first that his bedroom door was closed—he never usually closed it. Figuring that he’d closed it without realising, he opened the door and was immediately greeted with a sight that made every drop of blood in his body shoot directly to his heart and dick.

Candles (battery operated—they were firefighters of course) were placed all around the room bathing everything in a warm glow, and laying on the centre of Tommys bed, completely naked and slowly stroking himself, was Evan.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Buck smiled across at him.

“Are you just going to stand there or-“ Buck didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before Tommy was on top of him, enveloping him in a filthy, searing kiss.

Buck let out a whine and Tommy felt every organ inside his body vibrate at the sound. He pushed his groin into Bucks.

“You’re wearing.. too-ah! Too many.. clothes.”

Without saying a word, Tommy stood up and set a record for how quick he could get naked. He got back down onto the bed, this time pulling Buck on top of him. He grabbed Bucks neck, pulling his lips back to his own, desperately needing to taste him.

Buck immediately started rutting against him and Tommy reciprocated, bucking his hips upward. Tommy had been with plenty of men, but the sound of them didn’t even come close to comparison in hearing the pleasured sounds Buck made.

Tommys hand slid down Bucks back to his ass. He gripped it tightly, sure he’d leave marks. He slipped his fingers between the cheeks and when it made contact with Bucks rim, he stopped and looked at Buck.

“Did.. did you prep yourself already?” He asked with a dry mouth.

Buck flicked an eye brow “I had to do something while waiting for you to come home.”

The guttural sound that came from Tommy’s throat should be studied. He took Buck into another searing kiss before flipping them back over in one quick move.

“Do you know how hot it is that you can manhandle me?” Buck asked.

“Why do you think I do it?” He replied with a smirk.

“Kiss me.” Evan pleaded and who was Tommy to say no? He was fairly convinced that Bucks kissing could cure all of his worldly problems. It was addicting. His plump lips, his soft tongue, the taste of his mouth.. He loved it all.

He moved his kisses along Bucks jaw and down to his collar bone, gently nipping as he went.

“Ah! Tommy.. please.. I-ah.. I want y-you.”

“After walking in to this tonight—you can have anything you want, baby.” He kissed Buck again then reached over grab the bottle of lube that Buck had handily left out for him.

He grunted as he coated himself in the fluid before grabbing Bucks legs to move them up. Buck, however, reached up and placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

“No. Not like this.” He sat up and turned himself around onto his all fours. Tommy swallowed hard.

He’d taken things incredibly slow with Buck when it came to sex. He eased him in gently—only have full penetrative sex for the first time 2 weeks ago. And they’d only done with either Tommy on top, or Buck on top riding him. Mostly because Tommy loved seeing Bucks face as he fell apart, but also because he wanted to be able to gauge Bucks responses to make sure he was comfortable.

“Are you sure?” He asked, having to concentrate on making sound actually come out of his mouth.

“Please, Tommy!” Buck whined and Tommy honest to god almost came at the sound. He was already falling for Evan anyway, but seeing him bent over on his hands an knees for him; his hole glistening and ready for him made him consider stealing another helicopter and taking him straight to a chapel in Vegas.

“You are sent from fucking heaven, I swear.”

He put a hand on Bucks lower back to stabilise him and took his cock in his hand, guiding it to Bucks rim. He held it there for a second, mostly to calm himself down. Buck shifted his hips back, desperate to feel Tommy inside of him.

“Please! I need it!” Buck whined again, which was not helping Tommys composure. But he couldn’t hold back and more and slid himself over the threshold. He only intended on pushing a little way in but Buck had prepped himself so well that he slid all the way in to the root.

The surprise caused them both to moan.

“Christ!” Tommy moaned. He didn’t wait before moving; just immediately pulled back and shoved himself back in. He hit Buck right in the spot he was aiming for.

“Fuck!” Buck cried out and Tommy felt him grip around him. This wasn’t going to last long, he thought as he slammed back into his boyfriend.

Quickly the room was filled with moans and groans and cries from both of them. Tommys fingers gripped hard onto Bucks hips for leverage and Buck was feverishly pushing back into him.

“God, Evan.. fuck!”

“Tom-Tommy.. I-I… I can’t.. it’s too.. much, I..”

“You’re fuck-fucking beautiful like.. like this!”

Tommy felt his balls drawing up and heat building sharply in the pit of his stomach. He was so close to exploding. He could feel Buck losing his rhythm, getting frantic in his movements. He knew he was close. He reached forward, wrapping an arm around Bucks shoulders from the front, pulling up upright then grabbing his face and turning it so he could kiss him. It was hot and wet and sent them both perilously close to the edge.

He sat back on his ankles, pulling Buck into him so he was sat on Tommys lap. Bucks head fell back onto Tommys shoulder as he bounced on Tommys cock; his arms raised up and back grabbing onto Tommy’s neck as he kissed and sucked on Bucks throat. Tommy could feel the sweat from Bucks back against his chest.

Every vein and artery in Tommys body was pulsating and in danger of exploding. He reached around and grabbed Bucks, slick with pre-come, cock and fisted it quickly.

“Oh fuck!” Buck tried to take in a big breath but couldn’t. It was too much. He was breaking apart and Tommy could feel it all.

“Come for me, Evan. I need to feel you come.” Tommy panted into his ear. And it was enough.

Tears fell from Bucks eyes as he exploded all over Tommys sheets and hand. His body buckled and he fell forward involuntarily, crying out Tommys name loudly. Before Buck had finished Tommy exploded with force inside of him with his own cry.

“Fuck, Evan!” He fell forward onto Bucks soaking wet back; both of their bodies shaking as their orgasms ripped through them. Bucks body fell flush to the bed, with Tommy’s body following; still connected to Bucks.

Slowly Tommy softened and he slid out of Bucks body.

“Oh my god.” He said falling onto his back next to Buck. “You are.. fuck, Evan! Do you even know what you do to me?” He pulled Bucks face into his for a firm, breathy kiss.

Buck took a bit longer to get his words back. “Glad you gave me a key?” He teased with that beautiful grin.

“Baby I’ll give you the whole fucking house.” He replied and Buck laughed hard. “Just say the word and the deeds are yours.”

“I don’t know.. not sure you can handle living with me.” Buck joked. And it was a joke—he wasn’t actually suggesting they move in together. As impulsive as he was sometimes, even he knew 8 weeks was probably too soon.

But Tommy didn’t feel the same way.

“Maybe you should move in and we can find out.” He said, with a straight face and looking into Bucks eyes. It took Buck a moment to realise Tommy might not actually be joking.

Tommy was serious. Was it too soon? Maybe. But he’d spent enough years of his life living in fear, and always taking measured steps. He didn’t want to do that anymore. He was totally in love with Evan already and the idea of coming home to him every day—not just naked and ready—made his heart bigger.

“Are you serious?” Buck asked.

“I love you, Evan. I’m completely and stupidly in love with you. And I know it’s probably too soon, and everyone will think we’re crazy, but I want you here. I want to wake up with you every day. I want you to take over my kitchen with all of your ridiculous gadgets. I want to argue about whose turn it is to do the laundry, I want.. I want you, Evan.”

The 10 or so seconds it took for Buck to respond felt like hours. Tommy’s heart was thudding in his chest; terrified he’d moved too quickly and was going to scare Evan away. But eventually he spoke.

“Hold on—if I’m going to be doing most of the cooking, I think it’s only fair that you do the laundry.”

“I don’t think-wait, is that a yes?!” Tommy couldn’t have stopped the grin from spreading across his face if he tried. Buck cupped his face and kissed him softly.

“I love you too, Tommy. And yes, it’s a yes.” Tommy took him by surprise and grabbed him tightly into a hug. Buck laughed and it was the greatest sound Tommy ever heard.

“I’m not kidding by the way—you’re totally doing all of our laundry.”

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What It Cost

****THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY BASED ON REAL PEOPLE. 18+ ONLY. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE PEOPLE OR MUSIC MENTIONED IN THIS STORY OUTSIDE OF LILITH AND SADIE AND MAYBE A COUPLE OTHERS. DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT UP FOR FANFIC INVOLVING REAL PEOPLE***

Terrible summary: Five years since she last spoke to him. Since she last saw him. Now his face and his voice is everywhere. She can't escape him.

Five years ago Noah destroyed her and the life they had built. Now he’s back and seeking to make amends. As much as she wants to say that it's too little too late, is it?

CW/TW: Angst, mention of addiction, cheating. Mention of character death. Language. Smut (later on). PinV, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it, friends), oral (f&m receiving). All smutty warnings happen later on, so I’ll update TW/CW warning labels as those parts are written and posted. If I forget anything, please let me know so I can fix it! Thank you!

Part 6 - Lilith

Noah had text her two hours ago, asking if they could talk. Again. Since then she'd been an anxious mess. Part of her was shocked he hadn't just shown up like the last time. Everything in her told him to tell him no. That there was nothing to talk about anymore. He had said he was sorry and they could go about their lives. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. Couldn't bring herself to tell him to leave her alone. What the fuck was wrong with her? She should hate him. So why couldn't she?

Sadie joined her on the back porch, handing her a takeout container and a fork. Lilly couldn't help the smile at the small gesture. She'd sort of started the tradition back when the two of them had just met, always giving Sadie food from her and Noah's dates. Now it was her doing it after hers and Jolly's.

"He wants to talk."

"So, no stomach for food at the moment?" Sadie took the food back, knowing too well what happened if she ate while nervous. It wouldn't stay down long.

"I don't know what to say." Lilly sighed, her stomach starting to churn more forcefully.

"Listen," Sadie began. "I know we all know I'm still pissed at him. But, maybe hear him out? He at least seems like he's trying."

Lilly huffed out a laugh, dropping her head into her hands, elbows resting on her knees. She had expected Sadie to tell her to ignore him or to tell him to fuck off. Which almost would have guaranteed she agree to talk to him. Probably something Sadie had counted on, actually.

"I don't know-"

"Lilly, I heard him, too. He's never sounded like that. Jolly said he's been locked up in his room since." She sighed. "Maybe talk to him. If you don't want to hear what he has to say, that's fine, but at least give him a chance to do what he should have done years ago."

Sadie had a point. Never had she seen Noah like that. Sure, she had seen him close a few times when things weren't going right, but never to the point that he was on his knees, clutching his chest like that. The way he had sounded, like he was breaking. Shattering right in front of her. How unfocused his eyes had been. He hadn't been there in the present. Noah had been somewhere else in his mind.

Chewing on her bottom lip she picked up her phone, debating between texting him back and just calling him. Suddenly Sadie reached over, taking her phone from her.

"Hey!"

"Jesus. You both need to learn how to just get on with it." Sadie laughed, typing out a response for her and hitting send. "He'll probably be here soon. I'll make myself scarce."

***

Her heart leapt into her throat as she watched him pull up, her hands beginning to shake. Fuck. Right now seemed like a real good time to start smoking. Maybe she should have had some wine or something first. Either way she needed something to calm the nerves. Yet here she was empty handed, watching as he climbed out of his car, a tall iced coffee in hand. No hoodie this time. Just a pair of shorts and a plain white shirt.

She watched, helpless, as he climbed the steps onto the porch. Watched as he walked over to her, holding out the iced coffee for her. Her stomach flipped at the realization that he had brought her some kind of peace offering.

"Iced spiced chai, double shot, with a pump of pumpkin, right?" He asked, his voice soft.

"You remember my order." It wasn't a question, more of an observation than anything. Carefully, she reached out, taking the coffee from him, grateful to have something to hold. "Thank you."

Noah nodded, sitting in the chair opposite her. She had to admit to herself she was shocked that after all this time he had remembered something so small. Then again, she clearly hadn't changed much in five years if she still got the same coffee every day. Nervous, she took a sip, not daring to look up at him.

"Sorry about the other night," he started.

"I don't know. I think that's the most honest I've ever seen you, Noah," she quipped, wincing at her own harshness. "Sorry."

"No," he chuckled. "That's fair. That's really fucking fair."

"I'm not sorry that I finally was honest with you. I am, however, sorry that I started having a fucking panic attack, though."

"You're okay, though?" She asked, finally looking up at him.

Now that she looked at him she could see just how tired he was. Like he had barely slept. And deep down she felt bad for him. And maybe a little guilty. Maybe she shouldn't have been so hard on him the other night.

"Honestly? Been better. But, comes with the territory, I suppose."

The two of them sat there, a heavy silence falling between them. There he was, being honest again. The Noah she had known would have said he was fine. He would have skirted around the issue entirely and made a stupid joke.

"Listen, Bambi. I fucked up. Royally. You didn't deserve any of the shit that I did. Even the stuff you overlooked from the start." He grimaced, remembering some of the shit he had done.

"Noah-"

"Nope. Not done. You are also the first person I should have reached out to once I got sober. Instead I've been too chicken shit, as Nicholas loves to point out, to face you because the shit I put you through at the end? That was beyond fucked up. Like, way beyond. I was doing shit just to hurt you. And you deserved better. You still deserve better."

Lilith sat there, gripping the coffee he had brought her, feeling like she was going to vomit. Tears blurred her vision, her mind racing. Here he was, giving her more of an apology than she had ever thought she would get. And as much as she wanted to be angry, she just couldn't anymore. She wanted to scream and yell and call him an asshole, but the anger and the words just wouldn't come. Where did she go from here?

Tag: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard

[yannisrandomstuff]

Submissive gabriel (both) 😩?

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(I'll try and finish this, I legit just copy and paste this from my notes to tumblr it took a lot of time jesus)

Bros The type..

TW: NSFW, submissive Angel Gabriel and dom-sub Alternate Gabriel , MDNI please keep scrolling if you aren't comfortable with this

Angel Gabriel

Loves to flirt but manages to be the one that was frustrated in the end

Too shy

Bros the type who doesn't have any experience at all (haha virgin)

He knows and is aware on what sex is but doesn't really have an experience with it

Tells you to stop but wants you to continue

Tells you how much he loves you nom stop while you grind your hips on top of him

"ooOoh that's r-right please k-ugh-keep mooving~"

Hands grips on your waist really hard

Loud asf

Needy

Begs too much

He's the type when he's close to releasing he cries begging you to go on faster

He really likes it when the both of cum together

Cockwarming him

Dom-bottom

Even tho he's a bottom he likes things in his own way he wants to be in control while him being under you or you on top of him (*eye brow go up and down* hindi kona kaya)

Bottom asf but can be a top too (secretly likes to get dominated)

Likes it when you give him head

Loves squeezing you (your chest, waist, thighs, etc.)

In bed he's your servant, he'll do anything

Even tho he's a bottom he likes to be the one doing the after care for you

Really good at doing aftercare

Praise this man

6.7 inch (gahagahahaaNsksksks tangina)

Giving > receiving

"..*huff* please let me...let me have moree.."

B0ndage

Breeding while hes in the bottom

Mark him and he will go crazy

High ass pitched voice

Is a switch but prefers to be a bottom

Uses his wings to warm you up

Alternate Gabriel

He's the type that he will pleasure you using his long ass tounge until you squirm and squeeze his face between your thighs

Knows and very aware what sex is and really likes to do it

He had some experience in the past with his past lovers

Degrades you but praise you afterwards or the other way around (depends on his mood)

"You're doing good my lamb.. You're taking me in so well. Look at that tiny hole. Such a slut"

Deep DEEP thrust either he's the bottom (you riding him) or he's the top

Matingpress is his best and favorite position

Knows how to use his fingers too well

Toys and vibrator? Nah his tounge can do the job

Man can go for hours

"Oh! Haha! You think we're done yet?" Said while he got up, we are just getting started that was just a warm up, be good for me now will you, you can take this just a little more while"

This man has a breeding kink

Loves really loves eating you out

Cock warming

Will warm you up with his wings while you are on top of him

8.7 inch

Strict top when frustrated

Really flustered when pleasured

Loves massaging your chest while you get to ride him

Whenever you tease him he just whines and whines

Grunts so many grunts when he's close

A total brat

He loves it when you beg for him to move his hips upward while you ride him

Sometimes will give you a food with aphrodisiac in it

Any time, any where. (Whenever he feels like it)

Marks all over your thighs and abdomen

Biting kink

Also very good at after care will just tease you tho

My cat force me to do this

[imagineredwood]

3. Roses 🌹

Summary: Miguel always spoils you, but especially on Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI Sexual content. CONSENSUAL drunken sex,

Word count: 1.2K

A/n: I know these were supposed to be drabbles but my fingers had a kind of their own and kept typing 🤐

“Jesus. How much did this cost??”

You looked over at Miguel incredulously, still in shock by the what looked like hundreds of roses all bunched together neatly in the round case. The bright scarlet petals were dusted with a gold shimmer on the very tips, something that made the arrangement look even more expensive. Loose petals scattered on the tile leading out to the pool. Miguel grinned, his hand coming to snake around your waist as he kissed the very tip of your nose.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re priceless, and your gifts should be priceless. I have much more set up for us.”

With that, he squeezed your side gently, ushering you to follow the petals. You walked behind the trail out to the pool, finding that the usual warm white lights that were strung up were now in soft shades of pink, the entire backyard having a pale pink hue. The table was set up elegantly, an ice bucket right in front with chilled bottles of your favorite champagne and wine. A long charcuterie board with all your favorite cheeses and fruits, candied jams and specialty nuts. A tray of glistening chocolate covered strawberries sat off to the left, some with drizzles over top and others with sprinkles. There was a fondue machine towards the back and Miguel motioned over to the side where the outdoor kitchen was, two chefs moving around silently as they cooked.

“The main course will be done in half hour. Sit down and let me pour you a drink.”

You smiled, smoothing your hands over the back of the dress Miguel had picked out for you to wear and took a seat. He held up a wine glass and a flute, letting you choose which you wanted first, pouring one for you and one for him before he came to sit down beside you. He held out your glass and you took it, your mouth curling into a smile as you took a sip. Miguel’s smile mirrored yours, always loving to see you enjoy something, regardless of what it was.

“Good?”

“Great.”

“Only the best for my girl.”

Your eyes crinkled in the corners as you settled into his side, his hand coming to rest on the knee of your leg that was peeking out through the slit in your dress.

You both drank and ate and talked and laughed, well once the table was nearly empty and everyone save for the guards had gone home. You were both tipsy and giggly, as well as touchy. The wine and champagne had made you feel flushed, but Miguel’s wandering hands the entire night had served to do the same despite the soft chill of the night air. You swallowed down the last of the wine in your glass, eyes glazed as you looked at your husband.

“You always treat me so well. You spoil me.”

The cartel leader smiled softly, hand leaving your thigh to instead gently take hold of your chin.

“You deserve all of this and more.”

It was true. He viewed you as if you had been the one to hang the moon and all of the stars in the sky. You were everything to him. The only woman for him. People had said that once he was married, the novelty would die down. That you both would get comfortable, and the spark would dwindle. ‘Happens to every marriage at some point.’ People said. And Miguel was determined to make sure that didn’t ever happen to the two of you. So, he made it a point to always shower you in love, attention, affection, and gifts, never wanting the honeymoon phase to go away. And so far he had been successful, much to your appeasement.

Your eyes fluttered in your tipsy state, lashes heavy and seductive as you looked at him, a perfectly manicured finger running down the buttons of his white shirt.

“Maybe we could take a shower now.”

Miguel nodded, hand reaching for yours so he could bring it up to his lips, pressing an adoring kiss to your knuckles.

“That sounds like a great idea, mi amor.”

You were both up and off then, gaits a bit messy from the alcohol, giggles and snickers being shared amongst the two of you as you bumped into walls and corners in your haste to get upstairs. By the time you had, you both were sure there’d be slight bruises to your hips from all the edges you wandered into. That was the last thing on your mind though as you both stumbled into the bathroom, lips locked, hands wandering. It didn’t take long for your dress to be unzipped and discarded, Miguel’s button up tossed somewhere over in the corner. Your mouths were messy, hands even messier. A few bumped teeth and bent back thumbs earning laughs from the two of you.

The giggles remained even when he was inside of you, the air light and fun. When he pinched his finger putting you up on the counter. When you threw your head back and knocked it against the mirror. Miguel’s life was dangerous, as was yours by default, so carefree moments like this were what made it all worth it. It was the coil in your stomach that brought about more seriousness as you clung to him, legs locked around his waist as he pounded into you, the vase on the counter wobbling and rocking slightly

“God, you feel so good, Miguel.”

He grunted, cock twitching within you at your praise.

“So perfect. Just for me.”

He cursed, willing himself to hold back, never liking to be the one to come first. Granted, he had already made you come twice, once with his fingers and another with his mouth, but he still wanted you to be the one to come first. Your words weren’t going to make it easy for him though.

“You always know how to get me, preciosa.”

You laughed, Miguel shuddering as your walls clenched and tightened with your chuckling.

“Fuck, stop that.”

His words only served to make you laugh more, your drunken brain not able to understand.

“Stop what? I thought you liked my laugh. You always said it was cute.”

He nodded, a small laugh of his own leaking out.

“I do. And it is. But not when I’m trying not to come.”

It clicked then and Miguel shook his head as your lips formed an O, now understanding.

“My apologies.”

You had meant to stop laughing. Truly, you had. But now you had the giggles, and they didn’t seem to be going anywhere or stopping any time soon. So, you laughed, and laughed more at Miguel’s clenched jaw, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggled, cursing as he spilled within you. Your giggles died down as he settled, your eyes enamored as they looked at him with not an ounce of disappointment, only love.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

Miguel nodded, understanding.

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me one.”

At that you quirked a brow, leaning up to tease him.

“I’d think you owe me one, actually.”

With a shake of his head, Miguel pulled out and nodded, a worryingly mischievous look in his eye as he agreed then sunk down to his knees before you, his breath chilling the mess that was spread over your lips and inner thighs.

“You’re absolutely right.”

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That Type of Girl Part 4

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate, fluff.

This is the fourth fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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Dean's POV:

“Where the hell is she Sam?” I was pissed. Why the hell would she open the door without us being here.

“I’m not sure man, I’m looking. I promise we will find her.” Sam was searching on his laptop.

“I think it’s that Rick dude she mentioned, I mean she knew something was up with him. I don’t understand why she would be so stupid.” I can’t lose her. She is my best friend.

“Looks like there are two possibilities for where he would take her, he must have smashed her phone because I can’t pick up a GPS signal.” Sam looked at me.

“Where was the last location ping?” I looked at Sam’s screen.

“There, it’s that one.” I pointed to the closet location. Close to where her phone pinged. “Let’s go get my girl.”

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Y/N's POV:

God, I can’t wait for the ass chewing the boys are gonna give me. Anything is better than listening to Rick whine and groan about how much he hates women. It’s been about five hours since he took me. He has sliced me more than a Christmas ham. I guess better me than some other helpless woman.

“Wondering when your saviors will come, sweet Y/N?” Rick started working his way towards me again.

“Actually I was wondering something about you. Why is it you pick women to prey on, hmm? Worried a big strong man would be able to see through your BS?” I smirked at Rick.

“You know you are one annoying bitch, Jesus how do the Winchesters put up with you?” 

Rick smacked me across the face. Hard enough to make my mouth bleed.

“What can I say, I am a joy to be around.” I pray the boys are close.

Rick starts to come close to my face. “As soon as your big giants get here, we can really get this party started. That is if they come to save your fatass.” 

I spit blood in his face. “Aw thank you for the compliment, I actually don’t think I have much of an ass but if you do, well it must be true.” I smiled at him.

“You bitch, you are so dead!” Rick lunged towards me. I am exhausted, I can’t even keep my eyes open at this point. Guess this is the end.

“Hey asshole!” Dean rushed into the building.

“Well, looky here sweet Y/N. It looks like they came to save you after all.” Rick walked towards Dean.

“You know, I have been more annoyed in the last five hours than I think I have been my whole life. I give you props for not kicking her to the curb. Why don’t I do you and your idiot brother a favor and kill her now?” 

“Listen, Rick is it? I don’t know what the hell your problem is and frankly I don’t give a damn. What do you say I do you a favor and kill you quickly?”

Rick glared at Dean.

“Well, suit yourself I guess. We will do this the hard way.” Dean smirked.

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The next thing I know I am waking up in the backseat of baby. 

“Hey Y/N we are almost back to the motel, then we will get you patched up alright?” Sam looked over the front seat at me.

I turned over and closed my eyes, sleep seemed like the best idea right now.

I felt the car park. I opened my eyes to see the driver door slam. Great Dean’s pissed, just what I need tonight.

“He’s pissed right?” I asked Sam.

“He was just worried about you, we both were Y/N.” Sam pats my hand.

Once inside the room I sat down at the table. Dean glared at me from his side of the bed.

“I will let Dean patch you up, I’ll go grab us something to eat. Burgers ok?” Sam looked at me.

“Yeah that is fine, thanks Sam.” I gave him a slight smile to show that I am ok.

With Sam gone the room filled with awkward silence. I hate having Dean mad at me.

“You know it was incredibly stupid for you to open the door without back up right?” Dean moved towards me.

“I know Dean.” I sighed. I hope he makes this ass chewing fast.

“What would have happened if me and Sammy didn’t make it there in time Y/N? Do you know how that would have mad us feel?!” Dean is radiating anger. He was pacing the room.

“I know Dean, I’m sorry I really am. I thought it was you or Sammy at the door. I promise I wouldn’t have opened it, if I knew it was him.” I started to cry. If I cried it meant one of three things. I was really really happy, I was angry, or I was sad. It is a mixture of two and three right now.

“I know I am an idiot and I should have been more careful, I promise I will try to be better.” I looked at Dean with tears in my eyes. I hated disappointing him.

Dean sighed. “Look sweetheart, I care about you a lot, I just don’t want to think about if something bad happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“I know Dean, I am really freaking sorry.” I moved my leg towards him and winched. Damn the cuts are starting to hurt.

“How about you take a shower and I will get you stitched up?” Dean moved to help me stand.

“Ok.” I made my way slowly to the bathroom. Once inside I started the shower. Dean made sure I made it ok. 

“I’m gonna set the stuff up, I’ll lay your pj’s on the sink for you. Holler if you need me.” Dean looked at me. His eyes can usually tell me what he is thinking. Right now, it looks like they are full of worry.

“I will, promise.” While in the shower, I mentally prepare myself for Dean to stitch me up. I usually liked Sam doing it because I knew he wouldn’t judge my body and not that I think Dean will, I just don’t want him to see the whole me. Of course Dean had seen bits and pieces but not the whole thing and definitely not a lot at once. Dear Lord, please let this get over quickly.

I made my way out of the bathroom. Dean had left my favorite oversized shirt and pair of my boy short underwear on the sink for me. Ever since we decided to split laundry duty this is something I have gotten to be ok with him seeing. I had my hair up in a bun. I needed it out of my face.

“Where are the cuts at?” Dean had me sit down at the table. 

“Mainly my thighs, hips, and chest.” I sighed. This is worse than Rick torturing me. 

“Ok, let’s start with your legs first hmm?” Dean got on his knees to work. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

The needle went through my skin. This was nothing compared to the damage Rick had already done.

“You ok?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“You know your freakishly strong pain tolerance is coming in handy right about now huh?” He grinned.

“Yeah I know. I’m so blessed.” I giggled.

He worked on my thighs and hips for about twenty minutes. I looked at the fresh stitches across both of my legs. I am really gonna impress the boys now huh.

“Ok, now for your chest. How do you want to do this?” He looked at me again, eyes full of worry.

I knew he was worried about making me uncomfortable. But honestly I am so exhausted at this point I just want to get this over with. He has already seen dozens of stretch marks and cellulite across my thighs. 

“How about I take my shirt off and cover the girls and you can stitch?” I looked at him. I am praying he will not be grossed out. This is a line I thought we would never have to cross.

“Sounds good sweetheart, I’ll turn around while you do what you need to do.” He is a gentleman after all.

I covered my boobs and stomach the best I could. “Ok, ready.” I closed my eyes.

Dean got to work. These ones didn’t take as long. Thankfully Rick was interrupted before he could keep going. 

“Alright, all done.” He finished covering the big cut with a bandage. 

I opened my eyes. “Thanks Dean.” 

“No problem sweetheart.” He winked at me.

Damn him why does he always do that.

I blushed.

“You know I love you right Y/N?” Dean moved to put the supplies away.

“Of course Dean, I love you too.” I was still holding my shirt over my boobs and stomach. 

“I don’t know what all Rick said to you but I want you to know I think you are beautiful and perfect the way you are.” Dean looked at me, except this time his eyes lacked worry. No this time, it almost looked like he was happy.

“Well thank you.” I blushed again. Why is he saying these things? Surely he is bullshiting me.

“I know you may not believe me and that’s ok. But I really do mean it.” Dean made his way to me.

“Dean, I appreciate you saying it. Rick did make some comments but that’s ok, he’s a demon and I don’t really give a ratsass what he thinks and now he’s dead.” I looked at him.

“I know you don’t always think highly of yourself, but you are an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Dean brushed his hand against my shoulder. 

What is happening? Why is he being all mushy? I am so confused. 

“I know Dean, I feel the same way.” I looked at him again.

“No, I’m not sure if you do sweetheart. You see, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I am in love with you.” Dean looked me in the eyes now.

Oh shit, what in the hell is happening?!

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just you and me

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol use

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2217

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“Oh, Trey! Ah!”

I looked over at the man sitting next to me. He was pinching his nose bridge, groaning slightly.

A laugh escaped through my nose as the sound of steady thumping filled the room. My friend and I were over at her boyfriend’s house to watch football, and she sort of ditched the living room with her boyfriend to go fuck upstairs. Now I was left alone with Trey’s roommate, Matt, who seemed just as awkward as me.

My friend practically screamed, before I could hear Trey shushing her. I shook my head and Matt took his glasses off to run his palms over his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, laughing slightly. I giggled and stood up to make my way towards the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” I asked, rummaging through their refrigerator.

“No thanks,” he huffed, standing up as well.

Matt joined me in the kitchen to toss an empty beer can in the recycling. Their kitchen was quite small, so he sort of had to shimmy past me and I swear I felt our hips brush together.

“Can you hand me that cheese?” he said.

The only cheese I could see in the fridge was a little bag of shredded cheese, labeled “Four-Cheese Mexican Blend.”

I watched him as he poured a pile of chips onto a plate, before sprinkling cheese on top and throwing it all in the microwave.

“Did you see me on Master Chef last season?” he asked, grinning. Thumping continued steadily upstairs.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I said, playing along with his joke. Matt giggled and looked down at his feet, shuffling in his position.

I watched him nibble at his fingernails as silence filled the room. He seemed so shy all the sudden; I guess that was just from the fact that we didn’t really know each other and only just met a few hours ago.

My friend had told me about him a couple times and suggested I go out with him. I think she just wanted someone to go on double dates with. It sounded pretty ridiculous, but I guess after actually meeting him I’d maybe feel better about it.

He seemed like the funny type; I could tell he and Trey were practically inseparable. They were perfect for each other. But Trey was loud, and Matt definitely wasn’t.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Matt said, looking at his watch.

“They usually go for about twenty,” I added. “Supposedly.”

Matt laughed softly. He had a cute laugh, sort of. The gap between his front teeth really did a lot for him as far as charm went.

Suddenly, the microwave beeped and he presented his award-winning dish to me. The cheese melted into one big glob that bound a bunch of chips together as well.

“Nachos,” Matt beamed.

I giggled and rolled my eyes slightly. This guy was a total dork. My friend did tell me it was time I gave dorky guys a chance, since all three of my previous boyfriends were either jocks or models. But they all sucked, so maybe she was right.

Matt picked apart the glob of chips and cheese, snacking idly. He never went back to the couch though, so long as I was still in the kitchen. I could hear Trey groaning loudly above us, while my friend whimpered and moaned with each thud.

“Great game, huh?” I asked, breaking the silence so we wouldn’t have to listen to our friends having sex for the next, who knows how many minutes.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “The uh, Ravens are really kicking ass tonight.”

He somehow kept a straight face. I guess I was a little buzzed and delirious after having one beer, but to be honest, anything was funnier than listening to people fuck.

“I don’t know anything about football,” I admitted, picking at my fingernails.

“Me neither,” he snorted. “I like basketball. And hockey.”

“Hockey’s cool,” I agreed.

Silence again. Except for the thumping and creaking and moaning.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping my face with my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaning forward to sort of curl up like a shrimp.

“They always do this when she’s over,” Matt sighed, his voice hushed. “Wouldn’t you think, y’know… maybe they’d get bored of it?”

I threw my hands up. “Exactly!” I huffed.

“I guess I can’t really say anything, though,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

Matt bit his lip, staring down at his feet. “I wouldn’t turn down getting laid.”

“Well, duh,” I snorted. “But would you ditch your friend to have sex? At a stranger’s house?”

Matt shook his head.

“Exactly,” I whined.

“If you wanna leave, I can drive you home or something-“ Matt offered.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They’ll be done soon. Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

I sighed again, letting my gaze linger on him for a few seconds. I studied the way the fabric of his shirt hung from his shoulders, which were slightly slanted and very broad. The fabric caught on his collarbone and clung to the muscles in his chest, which weren’t huge, but still prominent. The rest of his body seemed to drown in the shirt; he looked skinny but his chest and arms were fairly toned.

Matt’s eyes caught mine and I actually blushed. He simply smiled like a dork. He really was quite cute…

That’s when I got my brilliant idea.

“Wanna make out?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

Matt’s eyes widened and he snorted. His body shifted to the side, shoulders shrugging as he stepped closer. “Sure.”

I bit my lip and carefully grabbed his hands, letting my body naturally gravitate towards his while I stared into his eyes. I could see now that he had dark green irises behind those big glasses.

Before I knew it, his lips met mine in a very gentle, ghostlike peck as he tested the waters. Matt reached up to caress my neck; his hands felt absolutely colossal in comparison to my slim frame. They were warm too.

I was shocked at how gentle he was being. We kissed so carefully, barely grazing each other’s lips and taking our time.

However, after moving my hands from his arms to his waist, I pulled him closer by the hips and stood on my tiptoes, attempting to deepen our kiss and build more passion between us. I wanted to feel his desire and see just how good he was at this.

It was then that Matt started holding his breath. As I kissed him deeper and opened my mouth slightly, I could feel his muscles tense up and he became hesitant to move. It seemed he focused most of his attention on moving his mouth in time with mine, strangled exhales escaping his lips every few seconds when we’d pull away in between kisses.

My hand slid up his torso to caress his face as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His face was slightly pink and his lips were parted.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I smiled, glancing at his soft, warm lips.

Matt grinned, tooth gap on full display. “Not so bad yourself,” he said softly.

I let my hands fall to squeeze his biceps. “But you’re all tense,” I told him.

“Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?” he laughed sheepishly. “I barely know you.”

“Aw, you’re nervous,” I whispered. I kissed him again. “How sweet.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he said defensively. “You’re pretty.”

I hummed, pulling him back in to shut him up. This time I backed up so that the counter was digging into my hips and he could press his body against mine as hard as he could.

Matt grunted, before briefly pulling away. “Is it cool if I put my hand here?” he asked, placing his warm hand carefully on my waist.

I nodded, sliding my arms around his long neck to pull him back in. Once Matt had a good hold on my torso, I could feel a warm, tingly sort of sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear thudding from above and I thought about quickly fucking this dork in the kitchen before they were finished upstairs. The thought was quickly pushed away, however.

“Mm… this feels dangerous,” he mumbled in between kisses. I could feel his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he spoke, his warm hands massaging my waist.

“What do you mean?” I asked, panting softly.

“I might have a thing for you after this,” he exhaled. “You’re so good…”

I swear I didn’t mean to, but I let out a very soft, barely audible moan as he said this to me. The last thing I expected was for him to talk like that, but it kind of drove me crazy.

Fuck.

Matt pulled away and looked me in the eyes, seemingly flabbergasted by the sound I made. The eye contact was so intense. My heart was pounding in my chest, even faster than the thudding from upstairs.

Between the few seconds we spent staring at each other, Matt leaned closer and closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. It was oddly intimate, but I honestly loved it. Something about the fact that he was practically a complete stranger to me, yet still able to make me feel so flustered and anxious but comfortable at the same time, drew me closer to him. I felt need, like if I didn’t have him now, I’d never have him again.

I can’t believe I proved my friend right again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I can’t hook up with this guy here. Not right now. I felt insane for even thinking about it. I felt reckless.

My fingertip grazed over his lip, before leaning in to kiss him again, softly. I kissed him like I needed it to breathe, but not so much that I would die without it. Like I was kissing him just to kiss him. Taking time to breathe in between each kiss, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. The kind of kiss you’d share after having sex, when you’re exhausted and trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, we heard a loud, high-pitched whine echo from upstairs. We pulled away, giggling softly as the two lovebirds were seemingly finished doing their deed. Sadly, this meant my time with Matt was spent and I’d have to wait until our next meeting to do anything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my chin up so I’d look him in the eyes. “We should hang out sometime. Just you and me.”

I raised my eyebrows, laying my palms flat against his broad chest. “What would we do?” I teased, knowing damn well exactly what he had in mind.

“I dunno,” he giggled. “We’ll see how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even if he was a sweet, dorky guy, he was still a guy. But who am I to judge? I almost tried to fuck him on his kitchen counter a few minutes prior.

“Okay,” I laughed.

Matt kissed me again, this time caressing my throat as he opened his mouth and licked my lips. I gasped and practically froze, immediately accepting the gesture by parting my lips and letting my tongue slide against his.

He tasted like tequila and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine was absolutely intoxicating.

Unfortunately, after a minute or so, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Matt let go of me. His warmth left with him and I felt cold as his body moved away. Aside from that, my face was on fire as my heart was racing and my lips still tasted like him.

Trey came downstairs alone, face probably just as flushed as mine and Matt’s. He let out a breathy “Hey,” before reaching inside the fridge to grab a cold beer. Matt and I responded in sync and I only felt my face grow warmer.

“Oh shit, Ravens are kicking ass. Sweet,” Trey said as he left the kitchen. I looked at Matt, who was biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

Eventually, my friend came back downstairs and we all gathered in the living room once again. Her and Trey were glued to each other of course, but instead of Matt and I sitting on opposite ends of the couch, I managed to squeeze in between him and the armrest.

Inevitably, my friend gave me that look, and I gave her the look. No words were said and none were needed. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, crossing my arms as I let my body ever so slightly lean towards Matt’s.

“When does hockey season start?” I whispered to him.

“It’s still going, I think,” he said quietly, looking down at me.

“Good,” I hummed, looking back towards the TV. Matt scoffed and I could feel him staring at me for a few seconds.

As the night went on and more drinks went around, my friend decided to sleep over with Trey, so Matt drove me home. Which was perfectly fine, because he ended up spending the night with me too. Though, to be honest, we spent very little time sleeping.

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The Night Shift.

chapter 2.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Repetitive.

It was all so fucking Repetitive.

So fucking repetitive. 5 hours of taking orders and making them. Tonight made me want to curl up in someone's arms and cry. But I didn't have anyone waiting for me at my tiny apartment. I had never even had a boyfriend before. My parents were so insistent that I find a beautiful, tall, blonde boy who plays football. I had never found that.

Repetitive. The ringing of the bell on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. i didn't bother brightening my expression, assuming it was just another drunk.

"What can I get for you?" I asked in a monotone voice, not looking up from the register.

"Y/n?" a familiar voice called. "You okay?" I looked up, my eyes meeting Johnnie's.

"Oh, hey. Sorry, it's been a long night. Seeing you is the first good thing that has happened to me tonight."

"Do you wanna sit down and talk about it?" He offered.

A small smile grew on my face. "why not? let me take your order first."

"Can I try a large vanilla coffee? Iced, please." His tone was calm and sweet, and he seemed less tired than he did last night.

He began to take out his wallet. "This one's on me." I commented. "Any updates about your ex?"

"I haven't heard much from her, and that makes me paranoid." he replied. "let me pay, Y/n. it's your paycheck."

I rolled my eyes. "You got me a donut last night, it's the least I can do." I smiled as he threw up his hands in defeat. "maybe she got bored."

"I hope so." he sighed, leaning over the counter has he did last night. "Do you have any crazy exes?"

My face flushed. "I've never dated anyone."

His eyes widened. "That's shocking, you're really pretty. Sorry if that offended you or something."

I shook my head, my face as red as a beet. He was very attractive himself, so the compliment caught me off guard. I had no idea what to say. "Thank you, uh, you're attractive yourself." i stuttered, muttering out the first thing that came to mind.

a small blush spread across his face as he smiled with his teeth. "what's stopped you from having a boyfriend?" he asked as I brought his coffee, as well as one I made for myself, to the nearest table. he sat across from me.

"My parents want me to have the perfect guy. Blonde, football, blue eyes, you know." i stopped and looked at him, seeing a dissapointed look on his face. "But that's not what I want. So I guess I've just been waiting for someone to come to me."

His facial muscles rested. "cool." he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. "this is really fucking good."

I laughed. "did it catch you off guard? I can't believe you, johnnie. I don't make shitty coffee." I teased.

he immediately shook his head. "no, I just usually don't like coffee."

I made an 'ah' sound and took a sip of my own.

"There's a new year's party this weekend, me and my best friend are going. You should go." he smiled. "Me and Jake can give you a ride and everything."

"hmm. I can try, but I don't see why I wouldn't be able to go. I've never been to a party."

"Oh Jesus. Have you ever drank?"

"Thats like asking if I breathe air." I rolled my eyes. "why 'oh jesus?'" I questioned in a mocking tone.

"New years parties are always fucking insane, in my opinion. I'm always reeking of some sort of alcohol even if I don't drink." he scrunched his nose slightly, as if he could smell it already.

"sounds like my type of event." I smirked, taking another drink.

He smiled with his teeth. "So you'll go?" he said excitedly.

"of course." I smiled. "it'd be nice to get out of the house."

"Tell me more about your family." He replied, intertwining his fingers.

"Well, my grandparents spent their whole lives saving up to buy this cafe." I began, mimicking my parents voices. "and, in their will, they passed it down to my mom and dad. I've been spending majority of my time in this building for as long as I can remember."

"are you a peoples person?" Johnnie asked me.

"like, am I good with people and like to be around them?" he nodded. "I guess so, but I like being alone, too. like, if I'm alone too long I get tired or if I'm with people for too long I get tired. I don't know, it's weird."

"understandable." Johnnie acknowledged.

"what about you?"

"I'm just like you. But I lean more towards being with, like, two people than being alone or in a big group." he explained, waving his hand around.

I nodded in agreement. Maybe it was a bad idea to go to this party, but I had little to lose.

"Can I get your number?" He asked me. I quickly wrote it down on a napkin.

my heart fluttered. I gave a guy my number. I wasn't expecting anything to come from me and johnnie, though.

[hineygorerage1]

Hey could you do a prompt of us texting one of the CKY crew a dirty message in front of the rest of the guys and what they'd do once they got us alone after maybe?

(the band and the others) 💕💕

Prompt: texting them “I’m not wearing panties, come fuck me.” In front of the crew

Fandom: CKY

Bam: *ding* hm? … fuck- uh.. hey, (your name), could you meet me in my room for a sec?… please? (He got you alone and had you pinned to the bed for hours taking every inch of him until you couldn’t feel your legs)

Ryan: *ding* oh, Jesus! What’re you texting me now!?— oh… hey, guys, could you leave for just a sec? I gotta.. take care of something. (Once he’d gotten you to himself, he made you sit on his lap and tell him every detail of how needy you were for him and how bad you needed him. Then he took note of all of your fantasies and slowly fulfilled them as he fucked you against the couch.)

Dico: Yeah!! So basically I had raab in the cart- *ding* huh? Oh, it’s from (your name). gimme a sec. (He read the message and immediately shot a glance at you before hiding his phone screen. He spent the whole night slowly teasing you with gentle touches and once even putting his hand up your sundress to see how wet you were. He loved it, especially since you were so responsive. After so long of teasing you, he finally took his opportunity once you were alone, and bent you over the table. He fucked you senseless.)

Raab: *ding* hm?- wait, uh.. guys I gotta— (he texted back, “kinda busy. Can it wait?” To which you responded by going to the bathroom and taking a picture of how wet you were, “no.”. Before you know it, he was in the bathroom with you, undressing himself and helping you take off your sundress before taking his hands and putting them on your tits. He bent you over the sink and covered your mouth, holding you in place. He wanted you to see how pretty you looked in the bathroom mirror when he fucked you, which he did. Hard.)

Rake: dico, shut the fuck up! You totally didn’t do that!!- *ding* huh? (Rake pulled out his phone and checked the screen, eyes widening immediately. He began slowly typing, “pretty girl, don’t tease me.”. You felt your stomach twist before looking at him with a more desperate look, spreading your legs shamelessly for him to see. Thankfully, only he did. Once he saw your wet needy cunt, he stood up and grabbed your wrist to pull you to a empty room. “You really want it? Ask nicely,” he lifted your chin. You proceeded to ask politely for him to fuck you, which he absolutely did. He was passionate and hard, but made sure not to hurt you. Once he finished, he took time to pleasure you so that you could do the same.)

Jess: *ding* hm? You need something? (He glanced at the screen but paid it no mind. It made you bummed out and even needier, which he ignored as well. After the party, you were alone in Jesses room, sitting in his bed. He walked in and immediately stopped in his tracks at the sight of you, laughing. “Aw, are you upset?.. Jesus, take off your dress and quit pouting.” He undid his pants. After you were both undressed, he got you on the bed and laid down with your legs spread. As he fucked you he explained that he didn’t wanna ruin the party by going and fucking his loud girlfriend, which was fair because you moaned loud.)

Chad: *ding.* Jesus Christ, you’re so annoyi- (he looked up at you excitedly before replying, “come sit on my lap,” he patted it subtly. He made sure no one was looking before pulling your dress up on the back and pushing his dick into you. You had to sit there pretending like he wasn’t subtly fucking you. “Just keep quiet, baby..” he whispered in your ear before using his other hand to hold your hip in place as he grinded into you. As everyone left to watch bam do some tricks, he immediately began pounding into you on his lap, holding one hip and using his other hand to put his fingers in your mouth. He had you begging for more in tears by the end of it, which he didn’t give you until later that night.)

Deron: *ding* (he didn’t say a word, but quickly saw your text. He looked at everyone else and rolled his eyes. He texted back, “you can wait. If you really wanted it THAT bad, you’d ask me yourself.” And he put his phone on silent. You took the hint and walked up to him shamelessly before asking the same question, ‘deron, I’m so wet.. can you fuck me please?’. He looked embarrassed by you doing that in front of everyone but stood up anyways and grabbed your wrist. He yanked you into a empty room and pinned you to the wall. “Are you a moron?!?! Why would you do that?!” He shouted, looking down at your thighs, he put his hand up your dress and his hand was immediately soaked. “Jesus, you really were needy..” he whispered to you before pulling his pants down to his knees and lifting your legs to his hips. He fucked you against the wall until you could barely think.)

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Designated Driver (1/2)

Rio/OFC

summary- one of rio's ladies gets too drunk to drive herself home, and all she wants is for him to come pick her up.

warnings- 18+. alcohol use, eventual smut.

word count- 4.6K

"What are we celebrating?" Annie asked, raising her shot glass to cheers.

Beth looked to her sister, then at Olivia, and she shrugged. "Surviving."

Olivia was drunk already, and that one word made her laugh. She nearly dropped her own shot glass in the process.

Even Annie was surprised. "Jesus, lightweight much?"

"Hey, I don't get out very often anymore. I never got the time," Olivia said, shooting back the tequila and quickly reaching for a lime slice on a plate in the center of the table.

The three of them were at a seedy strip club on the wrong side of town. They'd all agreed to go somewhere no one knew them, far away from their own establishment, where they wouldn't bump into anyone in Rio's crew or any husband's of the wives from the PTA or carpool list. It was such a rare thing for them to get just one whole night away from work and responsibilities. Usually their nights out consisted of meeting up with clients, passing off cash, or recruiting. So, it was a special occasion worth celebrating.

"How's Kai doing?" Beth asked Olivia, turning in her seat so she could hear better. "Is he sleeping through the night?"

Olivia still considered herself a new mother. Her son Kai, had only just turned two years old, and he'd been experiencing sleep regression. It was exhausting, but she was grateful to have Beth and Annie who always seemed to have an answer for her questions.

"Mm, sort of. Some nights he's perfect, and then others, I'm up crawling into his crib with him just so he can babble on for hours while I doze off from sheer exhaustion."

Olivia reached for another shot and took it without hesitation. It burned like none other, but she took it like a champ. It was her only night with a babysitter, so she was going to live it up.

"It'll pass. I know it doesn't sound helpful right now, but Kenny went through the same thing. Just when I thought I was going to have to throw myself off the roof, it stopped. He started sleeping through the night again, and it was like it never happened," said Beth, and Annie agreed, waving their waitress over for another round.

"I hope it ends soon," Olivia slurred. "These shifts at work plus no sleep are going to be the death of me."

"You really need to find something during the day," Annie said.

"What I do pays well if you consider the health benefits, and it keeps me close to the cops."

Olivia worked for dispatch, night shift, but she was hoping to get moved to days in the next couple of months.

"Face it," Olivia said, just as her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. "We need an inside man, and without Stan, I'm all we've got."

Annie and Beth started talking about Ruby and Stan amongst themselves while Olivia opened the new text message.

Anyone sticking their nose where it doesn't belong tonight?

Rio.

He must be out getting into trouble, doing business. They were the same thing for a guy like him. She typed out a quick response and hit send.

Not sure, I'm not at the station. Night off.

Her stomach did a nervous somersault, but she wasn't sure why. He was no threat to her here. It wasn't like he tracked their phones, or at least he never insinuated that he did. She tucked her phone away again and rejoined the other two ladies at the table. The waitress dropped off another round of shots as well as three draft beers, and Beth passed them one of each.

"Take advantage of this, ladies. We might not get the chance for this again anytime soon," Beth said with a frown. "We're about to be very busy."

Olivia went to ask why that was when her phone buzzed again.

Where you at then

Olivia stared at the text for a moment. She had the sudden urge to tell him, to see if he would pop up unannounced like he so often did, appearing out of the shadows like some ominous dark entity. It was so strong she started to type the club name, but she froze.

"Earth to Liv," Annie said, pulling her attention.

"Sorry, what?" Olivia took a sip of her beer, trying to wash away the taste of tequila.

"How's Dakota doing?"

Ah, Olivia's bouncing baby nephew. The prodigal son of her brother, Greg.

"Good, as far as I know. Nancy's really taken the title for World's Most Anal Retentive Mother."

That made Annie crack up, and Beth just raised her brows, looking at each of them. "What, she's my sister in law," Olivia said. "I can make fun of her all I want to."

Beth raised her hands in defense. "I didn't say anything."

"She tries to make me feel inadequate just because I let Kai have gluten."

"She tries to do the same thing with Ben. Even now, like a hundred years later," said Annie.

Lucy's shoulders slumped. "She tried to tell me that's why he doesn't sleep at night. Because of all the chemicals he eats." Her phone buzzed again, and her body flushed hot.

"Who on earth is blowing you up?" Annie asked, taking another shot.

"No one," Olivia said quickly. "Just a group text for some of the people at work."

Not doing anything I wouldn't do I hope

Me? Never, she responded.

He'd been dropping subtle hints for weeks, so subtle Olivia thought she might be crazy. A hand graze here, lingering stare there, a slight nod of approval when she walked into the room.

The two of them were never alone long enough for her to do any real investigating. Beth or Annie were always right around the corner, and Rio dealt mostly with Beth. She was their spokesperson. Olivia was just the artist who happened to work at the police station. Any information Rio might need from her, he could get secondhand from Beth.

Olivia found him attractive. There was no doubt about that. He was everything she'd never had, but everything she desired. Kai's father had been the safe option, the standard All American guy who was just that—safe. Predictable. Until he left her, moving in with an old college girlfriend he married two months after abandoning Olivia and Kai.

Rio was not predictable in any sense of the word, and she wouldn't necessarily consider him safe either. Unless she counted the way people looked at him when he walked in the room. It wasn't lost on her—the fear, the caution. Everyone that ran in their circle knew him, and they all knew what he was capable of. She felt that same fear every time she was in the same room as him, every time he fixed his stare in her direction.

She tucked her phone away again and turned back to her friends, trying her very hardest to focus on something other than their boss, but it was tough. Nothing good could come from it, so it was best to pretend it wasn't there.

Hours later, Olivia was too drunk to know how many, all she wanted was her bed and about a gallon of water. Beth and Annie were making friends with a stripper named Dallas, and both seemed perfectly content to talk until the sun came up. While standing in line for the bathroom, a terrible idea popped into Olivia's head, and she pulled out her phone with sloppy hands before her rational mind could tell her no. If Beth or Annie could see her, they'd rip the phone out of her hands and shame her until she was red in the face, she knew it, but she did it anyway.

Thank you, Jose Cuervo.

I need a ride, she managed to type and send with squinted eyes and slow fingers to ensure there weren't any typos. The letters on her keyboard all started to blur together, but luckily she had it memorized well enough to get it done. The response came quicker than she thought it would. She'd barely moved up one spot in line.

Address

Her stomach did a nervous flip, but she held firm and sent her location to his phone. She waited, but nothing came through, and she wondered if he was just playing with her. There was only one way to find out, and that was to wait to see if he showed.

It took nearly fifteen minutes just to make it into the bathroom, and once she was finished looking herself over in the mirror, making sure she didn't look too crazy, she headed back out to their table. She was nearly there when she caught a glimpse of him. He was standing just inside the entrance to the club, his hands in his pockets and a beanie on his head.

All black, typical, she thought, but then her heart leapt into her throat. If Annie or Beth saw him, they'd never understand. Olivia rushed over, and when Rio caught sight of her, his focus turned in her direction. She tried to play it cool, to pretend she wasn't drunk, but she definitely wasn't known for her acting skills.

"They can't see you," she said, trying to nudge him backwards, but he was an immovable object.

"Who, your date?"

She scoffed. "Be serious. Annie and Beth."

"Ahh, I see. You uh, come here often?" he asked, looking around with a one sided smirk. There were naked women everywhere they looked. Their club didn't do full nudity, but this one did.

"Can't say that I do. I didn't even think you'd show up," Olivia said, getting flustered, brushing the hair off her sweaty neck. She didn't miss the way Rio's eyes tracked the motion. She didn't know what to do or say now that he was here in front of her, but one thing was certain—Beth and Annie couldn't see them together.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. Because we're enough of a headache during the day?"

Rio laughed. "You aren't my headache, Olivia."

"But I'm also not your problem."

He said nothing for a moment, and then, "You ready to go?"

"Uh, yeah, I just have to tell them I'm leaving. Wait right here."

Olivia turned and weaved through the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Rio didn't follow. She didn't trust him enough to not try and incite some drama, and she hoped he didn't see which direction she was headed.

"Hey, my Uber's here," Olivia said when she got back to their table.

Annie frowned. "What? I thought you were just going to the bathroom."

"Sitter texted me. Kai's awake and she's not sure what to do." She didn't know where the lie came from, or why it came out so easily, especially after all the tequila she'd drank.

"Oh, damn, I'm sorry. Text me when you get home?"

Olivia suddenly felt guilty about lying to Annie, one of her oldest and dearest friendships, but she kept her nerve. "Yeah, of course."

She gave them both quick hugs, and then hurried back to where she'd left Rio. He was leaning against  the wall, looking down at his phone. What she found interesting was the way he hardly even glanced at the women around him. There was temptation in every direction, but he seemed to have no interest in it.

"Ready," she said as she made her way back over, and he tucked the phone away in his pocket.

"Let's go, then."

Rio guided her through the crowd toward the door, keeping just a step in front of her, parting the sea of people so they could get through. As they reached the exit, he slowed and placed a hand at the small of her back, nudging her onto the path of least resistance. Olivia was very aware of that hand and the way it felt against her skin through the thin material of her blouse. He couldn't see her face, but she couldn't contain the smile. The alcohol in her system wasn't helping matters. As soon as they were outside, Rio dropped his hand, and Olivia did her best to wipe the emotion from her face.

"I'm parked over here," he said, pointing toward the street, and she followed along beside him quietly, not sure what to say now.

They remained like that until they were in the car. She looked over at him and raised her eyebrows. "You're in pajamas."

"What?"

"You're wearing pajamas," she said again, blank faced and confused, the liquor slurring her words a little. He was in all black, but he was in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, a beanie on his head. His sharp edges and prickly demeanor were no where to be found, and in their place he seemed.. soft. It was jarring.

"I mean, yeah, I guess. It's three in the morning."

"I've never seen you in pajamas."

Rio rolled his eyes and started the car. "Put your seatbelt on."  

She did as he told her to, and he pulled out onto the street. Once they were moving, he took one hand off the steering wheel to turn the radio on. Hip-hop filled the space between them, but not too loud to where she couldn't be heard if she wanted to be.

Inside the closed space, Olivia was very aware of the smell of his cologne in the air, a delicious scent, and the close proximity of their bodies. She'd never really been this close to him before, never ridden shotgun while he drove or had his arm resting on the console, his free hand on the gear shift so close to her knee he could brush his fingers over it if he wanted to without moving. Her face burned at the thought, and she couldn't seem to look away from his hand, as if she could will it to close the distance.

"Your kid at home?" Rio asked, nearly making her jump out of her skin. She'd been so lost inside her own head, the sound of his voice was startling.

"Kai, yeah, he's with the sitter." She was very aware of how the words didn't come out clear.

The silence resumed, but she noted the way he looked over at her every so often, and she shifted her legs so her knee nearly brushed against his hand. Rio wasn't stupid or oblivious. He knew what that meant, and her heart rate increased when he closed the distance, sliding his open palm over her knee and up to rest on her thigh.

Olivia had to turn her face to the window to keep him from seeing just what that did to her, but by the hum that came from his chest, he already knew. To prove she wasn't a coward, she slid her arm through his, and he flipped his palm to lace their fingers together. His thumb brushed soft lines over the skin of her knuckles. Neither of them said a word, and by the time they reached Olivia's street, her heart had slowed a little.

When Rio parked the SUV in the driveway and turned off the ignition, neither of them moved. Olivia soaked up every bit of the seconds she had left with him, the quiet seconds when he wasn't quite so scary. She looked his way and saw that he was staring up at the front door, his head resting back against the seat. The lights in the living room were on, the porch light too, but other than that the house was dark. Leah must be working on homework on the couch, and Kai was sleeping for once. Rio felt her gaze and rolled his head slowly her way, his face neutral.

"Thanks for driving me," she whispered, eyes flickering down to his perfectly plump bottom lip.

"You're welcome."

Olivia started to pull her hand away, but Rio squeezed it softly, his expression never changing. He let go then, and watched her open the door and hop out onto the pavement, heart skittering like a newborn deer.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked before she could stop the thought from taking physical shape, turning back with her hand on the door.

Rio sat up and ran his hand over his chin, scratching at his facial hair. "What for?"

She shrugged. "Watch a movie, drink a glass of wine, smoke a joint, whatever."

Rio laughed. "You smoke weed?"

"Sometimes, why, do I not seem like the type?"

He looked her over slowly, sending a chill down her spine. "No, not really."

"Well, I do, so if you want to, the offer stands. Otherwise, goodnight."

She shut the door, giving him a second to think it over, and her a chance to get control of her nerves. She headed for the front door, digging through her purse for her house keys as she went, refusing to look back over her shoulder for fear of seeing him starting up the car and leaving.

Before she got the door unlocked, Olivia heard the sound of a door closing. She smiled softly, forcing herself to remain calm and cool on the outside even though she was screaming on the inside. She felt his presence at her back a moment later, but Rio didn't say a word.

Leah—Kai's high school babysitter, was sitting on the floor in the living room with her school books spread out on the carpet. She looked up and smiled, her pink and purple braces on full display.

"You're back early," Leah said, glancing behind Olivia at Rio who stood quietly.

"I was tired," Olivia said while kicking off her shoes. "Kai asleep?"

Leah started gathering up her stuff. "Yeah, he's only woken up once. I gave him milk and he fell right back to sleep."

Olivia laughed. "I'm jealous. He keeps me up for hours lately. It's amazing I'm still standing."

Leah shoved her books into her bag. "I'm sure it'll pass. Have a good night, Miss Walton."

She headed out the front door, leaving Olivia alone with Rio again. It felt even more strange to be inside her home with him, in her safe place. He moved away from her without saying a word, heading for the bookshelves lining the far wall where she had her collection along with photos and keepsakes. Most of them were of her and Gregg as children, but there were quite a few of Kai.

"He's a cute kid," Rio said, his back to her. "He looks just like you."

She sat down on the arm of the couch and watched him. "Thank god for that."

"Where's his dad?" He turned, pinning her with his brown eyes.

"Not in the picture."

He took a few steps closer, never dropping her gaze, and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Why am I here, Olivia?"

She sat up a little straighter, forcing a confidence she didn't naturally possess, and refused to look away. "I don't know. Why did you get out of the car?"

Rio took a few more steps forward. Now, he was only one or two decently sized ones from her, and the way he watched her was like a predator analyzing its prey long before an actual attack. It was darkly curious, almost undecided in a way. He didn't know why he'd come inside. It made butterflies take flight in her stomach. It was full of possibilities.

Before Rio could answer, she stood and moved toward the stairs. "Come on, I think I have enough weed for a joint to share."

She didn't wait to see how he reacted, and headed up the wooden staircase to the landing up above, careful to avoid any of the creaky spots that would wake Kai almost instantly. Rio followed. She could hear his quiet, carefully placed footsteps, the kind only someone who has lived in a house with small children knows how to achieve.

The master bedroom was at the end of the hallway. It was dark aside from the bedside lamp still switched on, the door cracked, and her stomach did a nervous somersault at the thought of Rio inside of it. It was such a foreign concept to her still drunken mind, but it was also exciting, and she bit at her bottom lip. Rio followed her in, and just like in the living room, he moved around slowly, taking in the decor, the discarded shirts and pants she'd decided against when she was getting ready earlier that evening, the neatly made king sized bed.

Olivia opened the top drawer of her dresser where she kept a small jewelry box she'd made in a pottery class when she was just a kid. It was misshapen and imperfect like most kids crafts, but she loved it just the same. Inside it, she kept a bottle of anxiety medication she'd been prescribed shortly after she had Kai, a loosely wrapped plastic baggie of pot, a few rolling papers, and a lighter.

"Do you know how to roll?" Rio asked.

"I'm sure it's hard to believe, but yes, I do." She gave him a sarcastic smile, her eyes nearly closing altogether, and he chuckled, raising his hands in defense.

Olivia hopped up onto the bed and patted the spot next to her. Rio just shook his head, like he couldn't believe where he was and what he was doing, before sitting beside her. After he took off his beanie and stuffed it into his pocket, he laid back flat on his back, hands behind his head, and she was very aware of the way his sweatshirt rode up. The motion exposed a strip of his stomach, and she had to pry her eyes away to focus on the task at hand. Rio stared up at the ceiling without saying a word while she rolled a pretty decent joint for someone who was drunk.

She lit it and took a deep inhale, eyes closing at the way it filled her lungs and dissipated out into her limbs. She blew out the smoke and hummed a soft sigh of contentment before passing it to Rio. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her. He took the joint and pressed it between his lips, and she held his gaze as he inhaled and held the smoke for a few seconds before blowing it into the space between them.

They remained like that for a while, quietly passing the joint back and forth until she was perfectly at ease, her limbs loose and mind clear. She fell back to lay beside him, and she felt his hand shift closer before taking hers, lacing their fingers together just like they had been in the car. She smiled, unable to hold it back, and felt her neck flush with heat. When she rolled her head to look at him, he was staring right back, and without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe it was the weed, but a shock of electricity ran through Olivia's body at the contact. It lit a fire in her belly, and instead of pulling away like she intended, she pressed into him harder when he kissed her back. His free hand ran up her arm to cup the back of her head, and she shifted so she could lean over him, slipping her tongue between his lips to tangle with his.

His lips were soft and warm, everything she imagined they'd be. She wanted more of him, and she slid a leg over his hips, breaking the kiss only to get a read on his reaction when she straddled his waist, palms flat on his chest. His eyes darkened as they moved down her body, taking in their new position. With just the soft lamplight illuminating his features, he looked irresistible to her.

Olivia bit her bottom lip, shifting back just enough to feel him growing hard in the confines of his sweats. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered, their wings beating rapidly when his eyes snapped shut, his hands running up her legs to squeeze her thighs tight. They kept moving up, palming the flesh of her ass, and when his eyes opened, the same fire she was engulfed in was burning there. Olivia was emboldened by the way she felt, the way she wasn't afraid of him here and now.

"What are you doing?" Rio said lowly, pinning her with his eyes.

The sound of his voice made her flush hotter, but she didn't answer verbally. She ran her hands down his torso to the hem of his sweatshirt, slipping her fingers beneath the fabric to the warm skin beneath it. Her movements were tentative and cautious. Even after all the alcohol, she wasn't sure how he would react. The thought of meeting his gaze was too much to bear, so she kept her eyes trained on her own movements instead. When she sat back and ghosted just the tip of her index finger into the band of his sweats, Rio snatched her up by the wrists, ending the exploration of his body, and sending her heart racing.

"What are you doing, Olivia?" he asked again, firmer this time.

"Nothing."

He swallowed, adams apple bobbing. "This isn't nothing." He squeezed her wrist, flexing his fingers around it, watching her closely.

Olivia was frozen, but the longer the silence stretched on, the further her mind drifted, and she shifted her hips forward. A sharp exhale left Rio's chest, and she risked a look at his face. He sat up quickly, still holding her wrist, and forced it behind her back. His lips were so close now, and her heart leapt into her throat.

"You're drunk, and you need to watch yourself," he said lowly, his chest vibrating against her own and she leaned forward to kiss him, ignoring his words completely, but she stopped when she saw the muscle jump in his jaw. "Olivia."

"Okay," she whispered, forcing herself back to the reality of their situation. This was Rio, her boss, a man who terrified her in the daytime. But right now he was touchable, less frigid.

Rio shifted, lifting his hips and tossing her down onto the mattress like it was nothing. Olivia couldn't help but laugh loudly, but she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from waking Kai. With a growing smirk, he leaned over her, switching their positions to straddle her waist. "Close your eyes and go to sleep," he said, getting so close to her lips that she felt frozen for a moment, certain that he would close the distance.

"I'm sorry. Just ignore me. I'm not myself after three tequilas."

Rio sat back, staring down at her. "Fuckin' lightweight. Jesus Christ."

He rolled off and resumed his position beside her, but this time he laid on his side. Olivia dragged one of the blankets up over her body and nestled into them, turning slightly into her side to get comfortable. The longer they laid there, the further she drifted toward sleep. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they were so heavy and she was so comfy.

"You tired, Olivia?" Rio asked, his voice so quiet in the subtly lamp lit room she thought she dreamed it for a second. A beat later, he ran a finger softly against her cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear before caressing her chin with the palm of his hand.

"Yeah, kids will do that," she mumbled back. “You’re really not so scary, Rio.”

He continued to run his thumb back and forth against her cheek, and she couldn't resist the pull of sleep any longer. Her eyelids dropped closed, and she nestled in closer to the wall of his chest.

“Chris,” he said. “You can call me Chris.”