#just felt so fucking mad that once i was out of the parking lot i just screamed at the top of my lungs
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had an upsetting and disturbing interaction in the Walmart parking lot today that triggered a pretty bad adrenaline surge (i have POTS so they can be very intense and hard to recover from) (long story short someone was driving like an asshole and blocking me/menacing me/yelling at me, i flipped him off, he tried to hit my car with his car) but I'm feeling better and better about it bc... that's an insane reaction to have. 'oh someone flipped me off, a valid reaction to this is to try to hit their car with mine'
also feeling better thinking of the look on his face after he did it. he *had* been laughing, feeling like a big man, but he did that and i just started fucking screaming and pointing and whatever fucking hand gestures, and the pedestriansvwere just looking at him like 'what the actual fuck' and a few of them scurried away, he looked startled and THEN he reversed to give me room to leave. guess he wanted me to start sniveling and apologizing? like 'nooooo I'm sooooo sorry PLEASE don't hit my poor little car with your big manly car đ' but instead i had the entirely reasonable reaction of anger and screaming at him. i don't think I've yelled that loud in years.
like what in the actual fuck? what kind of reaction is that? 'you're doing what I've indicated that i want you to do and trying to drive away, but you flipped me off. let me just. crank my steering wheel towards you and accelerate towards your vehicle at a speed that's unsafe for parking lots and then slam on the brakes a foot away from hitting you' like his truck moved at least half a car length in no fucking time and if i hadn't ALSO slammed on my brakes he would've hit me. that is NOT in any realm a normal or reasonable thing to choose to do
i was backing out of my fucking parking spot. at the point where you've pulled out of the spot and now you're kind of in the middle of the lane, i had my wheels turned all the way and was going forward to get into my lane. dude zooms up, pulls up on the right so that I can't pull into the lane like normal, and when i give him the 'what are you doing?' hand gesture/look he starts pointing at me to go around him. and that's literally not how parking lots work what the fuck do you mean dude why are you are on the wrong side of the road just let me leave. so, confused, i point and gesture for him to go to the left of me like a normal fucking person. I'm just going 'what the hell am i supposed to do' because i don't WANT to be driving on the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot, but there's cars behind me too so i can't back up. I'm sitting like that for maybe five seconds. apparently he is very unhappy that i pointed for him to go through the parking lot like a normal person and very unhappy that i didn't immediately and happily drive onto the wrong side of the road in a busy parking lot so he drives closer to me and starts yelling and pointing and getting mad. so i flip him off, i don't know why. i was startled i guess but i have a rule where i don't flip off other drivers if they're gonna see it. just panicked. i don't do that. that's not something i do. so yeah okay, whatever, I'm startled and I'd like to get the fuck out of this situation and the only option at this point is to drive around him. so i start trying to and he pulls that shit. THAT'S FUCKING INSANE!! IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A THING A PERSON WOULD DO?? WHERE DO YOU LIVE WHERE A NORMAL AND REASONABLE THING TO DO IS MAKE SOMEONE THINK YOU'RE ABOUT TO SLAM YOUR CAR INTO THEIRS???? sir you are unwell
i don't know if anyone's even going to read this but like. have you ever seen someone accelerating towards you and thought you were about to be in a head on collision? that's fucking terrifying. in that moment your brain doesn't go 'there's not enough room for him to accelerate enough to cause me lasting bodily harm' your brain goes 'I'm about to be in a head on collision'
like. should i have flipped him off? no, i don't know why i did, i genuinely do not do that like ever. is there any world where if you sat me down and walked me through the interaction leading up to that where i would guess his next action is to consciously try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot? there is no such world, if it hadn't happened to me i don't think i could've ever come up with it
when he backed off and looked a little startled i think it was less that he felt bad for what he did or realized he was in the wrong and more he realized 'there are at least five people standing/walking in this parking lot that just saw me do that. if i do anything else I'm not going to get away with it' and like look at the optics on that. him, 50 year old man in his massive new looking red truck, on the wrong side of the road, to me, young woman in a 25 year old sedan. that's not a good look for him. maybe he was startled that my response was anger and screaming, like, he definitely wasn't expecting that. i don't fucking know. i just know that it's fucking insane to try to cause an accident in the Walmart parking lot
#the adrenaline surge fucking sucked#i have hyperadrenergic POTS so my adrenaline response is. extremely overreactive#like initially i was just angry. that's just what happens when something spooks me and i get an adrenaline surge#just felt so fucking mad that once i was out of the parking lot i just screamed at the top of my lungs#and then i just started sobbing and almost had to pull over bc i was hyperventilating#i managed to calm down enough to finish the drive bc it was only five minutes#but once i got there i had to just sit in the car and sob for a while before i could compose myself enough to walk in#said hi real quick to my boyfriend's roommates and went to his room to lay down and cry#chugged an entire Gatorade and some water and texted him#he was on break at work so he called and i could not stop crying on the phone#and we've been together for a few years so he's familiar with the concept of I'm going to cry for up to an hour after an adrenaline surge#but i just sobbed on the phone#felt better after a little bit#and then realized that i had sweat through all of my clothes to the point where i was at minimum damp all over#absolutely soaked at the pits it was gross#took a shower and changed clothes and felt a bit better but for the rest of the day I've been exhausted and tense#all of my muscles hurt and i have a headache and my tinnitus has been extra loud#brain fog has been especially bad and i almost started crying when my friend killed me in a video game#a video game where it is normal to kill each other#had to take a few minutes to just sit there and calm down#hopefully i don't feel too bad tomorrow but i haven't had an adrenaline surge this bad in a long time and they really can fuck with you#i thought i was going to be in a head on fucking collision in my car!!!! i think that could elicit an adrenaline response in any normal guy#but i am cursed with 'will have an adrenaline response to anything remotely startling' disease#and when it's a big adrenaline surge sometimes I'm just gonna be out of commission the next day#our bodies weren't meant to have big adrenaline often! it's for when the tigers are about to get you! it's for life or death situations!#which is good and fine for when there are tigers and death#but it really does take a fucking toll#anyways in exhausted and can't sleep so good luck everyone!#hope your day was better than mine#i said things
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ŕ¨ŕ§ďš mustang .á part one
pairing ; au!nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; 80s alternate universe , slight smut ( makeout , undressing ) , enemies to lovers , getting caught. a/n ; this is based off of the aesthetic and time period of the âmonstersâ show, but it is NOT based off of the menendez brothers. it is also based on âchallengersâ, specifically the tennis scenes. nicholas is a rich kid in the 1980s in this fic. summary ; after a competitive tennis match between y/n and nicholas, they decide to let their anger out in another way.
A TIE BREAKER is the last thing y/n needed for this match, and she could tell nicholas was furious too, swaying from side to side with his eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead slowly after a long game. it didnât help that it was in the middle of a heatwave, and y/nâs legs had rubbed together so much that a chafing rash had began to form on her inner thighs. with every movement there was a burning sensation, but at this point she didnât care â she wanted to make a point to nicholas, that she was better than him. she wanted to humble this rich boy so much, that looking at her in public would anger him.
so, pushing through the pain, y/n got into position and held the tennis ball against her racket, before looking nicholas in the eyes, unafraid of his intense gaze. and without a second thought, she threw the ball up into the air and hit it towards him.
with every grunt and hit of the ball from nicholas, y/nâs heartbeat raced. his muscles glistened in the sunlight as sweat drenched them. it was attractive, sure, but he wasnât attractive. y/n could never imagine being attracted to him. the spoiled mommaâs boy? no fucking way. it only fuelled her need to succeed, to show him whoâs boss. so, as soon as she saw the chance, y/n hit the ball as hard as she could to the other side of the net, and without fail the ball bounced just before the baseline before bouncing once again out of the court.
nicholas just watched as he lost â he knew it wouldâve been impossible to save himself from that.
as y/n and half of the audience cheered, nick agitatedly rubbed his temples with his left hand, trying to compose himself. this was until he shouted a loud âFUCK!â as he threw his racket on the ground.
y/n laughed at his outburst as they both walked up to the net, âis someone mad?â.
nicholas didnât answer, putting his hand out for a short handshake. but, instead of letting go, he grabbed y/nâs hand tighter and pulled her in slightly, his eyes locked on hers. nick muttered under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear, âyouâre fucking dead to meâ, before pushing her hand away and walking off.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows. for some reason she felt hurt? itâs not that she liked him, or wanted him to like her. but that was just⌠mean.
after packing her things and thanking people for congratulating her, y/n began to leave the small stadium with her tennis bag slung over her shoulder. she walked into the parking lot, making her way towards her car and shoving her bag into the trunk before spotting another car â and she knew exactly whoâs it was. the red 1965 ford mustang parked next to the lamppost, two rows from her car was obviously nicholasâ.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows. wondering why he was still here, she decided to walk towards the car.
it seemed like nicholas didnât realise she was walking up to his driverâs side window since he was looking down, eyes closed as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. the girl stood there for a while, pondering on how to get his attention before clearing her throat.
nicholas flinched before looking up at the girl who just beat him, her face in an awkward expression, âso..â
ânoâ he cut her off immediately, âfuck offâ
y/n was taken aback by his rude remark before responding, âokay, no. stop acting like a fucking childâ
âbeing annoyed about losing is acting like a child?â nick scoffed, opening his car door.
the girl moved to the side so he could get out, her arms folding as she leaned against the expensive car, âyeah, it isâ
after he got out of the car, he crossed his arms, mimicking her. she had to look up to him now, as he towered over her with an annoyed smirk on his face, âitâs not my fault youâre a bitchâ
âitâs not my fault youâre a sore loserâ she retaliates, causing him to take a few small steps closer to her. y/n had to look even further up at him, actually seeing his face now as he blocked the sun with his head. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat filled her lungs, which was strangely attractive to her.
nicholas spoke in a much softer, yet condescending tone than before, âsore loser, huh?â
âsore.â y/n got in his face, âloser.â
the two sat in the tension for a minute, just inches away from each otherâs faces. nicholas inhaled her exhale, and she did the same with him. their eyebrows remained furrowed as they looked into each otherâs eyes, filled with hate. you couldnât tell if he was about to punch her, or kiss her.
that was until the tension broke as they both rushed to smack their lips together in a sloppy yet passionate kiss. nicholas wrapped his arms around y/nâs waist, roughly grasping her, as she moved her hands to his neck â one hand ran through his hair as the other dug her nails into his neck, causing him to let out a grunt, kissing her even rougher.
nicholas removed one of his hands from her body, reaching behind her for the door handle and opening the car door. they both swiftly got into the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut behind them, never breaking the kiss.
he then started placing sloppy kisses along her cheek and down her neck, letting y/n catch her breath as she reached for his biceps. she grabbed his muscles, getting flashbacks from when she observed them on the court.
abruptly, nick moved his hands from her waist to her thighs and pulled her in closer, placing himself in between her legs, causing y/n to let out a gasp. nicholas looked up at her, giving a playful smile which she returned before sharing another rough passionate kiss.
as he moved his hand up her tennis skirt, he lightly grazed his fingertips along her upper thighs. y/nâs body shivered at his touch before a sudden, loud knock on the window interrupted them both.
ah shit.
part i | part ii
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Honey III
Read Honey here | ~7.8k words
From Me: It's slow going here timewise. I just have a lot to say.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, pining, more of a daddy-kink if you don't blink. Some jealous Harry (NIALL đ) and some mentions of self-care đ
Summary: âHarry?â She whispered looking back at the little girl as a distraction from thinking about Harryâs abs. Or the way his thighs looked.
âHmm?â
âI love Cece.â
Harry grinned, looking a little lovestruck himself over the little one...and her nanny. âI know,â he nodded. âShe loves you too.â
Harry nearly sprinted into his home just like he had in his dream. He was so excited to kiss Cece as much as humanly possible. But when he got there the house was silent. Not a single light was on in any of the main rooms that should have been on. Even if it was in the middle of the day, the kitchen light was almost always on. Harry frowned wondering why on earth she would take his daughter out when she knew he was going to be home today.
Right about lunchtime, he decided it was a half day for himself since he missed Cece so much.
Which is why he was so sad she wasn't there. He went to the garage to see the car he left for her was gone which meant she purposefully left with his daughter.
He called her immediately. Curious more than anything but became irritated once it didnât go through. Where the fuck was she that she didn't get service? He frowned and ran a hand through his hair looking at the messages she sent earlier in the morning and realized she hadnât sent her normal mid-morning update. Harry felt a hot, creeping feeling start from his toes and it flowed all the way up his body.
What the fuck?
He called Niall. He was of course still at the office, and he was hoping maybe she was trying to surprise him. âIs Cece there?â He asked.
âWhat did she drive herself?â He snorted.
âNiall," he grumbled.
âNo of course not. Whatâs wrong?â
âTheyâre not here,â his voice flat, irritated.
Niall didnât say anything. Which told him that he was right to be confused and worried. âOh,â he murmured.
Harry ran a hand through his hair. âHer phone's not connecting.â
âShit,â he sighed. âHold on... let me...â he hung up and Harry paced looking at the ceiling. After a moment he called back. âNothing,â he frowned. âListen, you trust her, and she loves Cece. She knows how much you missed her so if she left with her, it was for a good reason. Check your cameras.â
Harry put it on speaker and searched through the last few hours of footage. She left almost two hours agoâright around when he got the first of his daily picture updates. There was nothing other than seeing her car leave so there wasnât anything to go off as far as where she was headed.
âHold on,â Niall said and hung up again. Harry paced hands shaking as he tried to cling to the control he desperately wanted. When he called back, Niall took a deep breath. âOkay, sheâs fine. So just donât freakââ
âNiall spit it the fuck out!â He snapped.
âSheâs at the hospital andââ
Harry slammed his phone on the counter so hard he wouldnât be surprised if it was shatteredâhis phone or his counter, maybe both. He sped twenty miles over the limit the entire way. He parked in a tow zone and headed directly to the desk and presented what little information he knew. He was directed to the pediatric ward.
âHarry!â She shouted in shock as she hurried to him entering the floor and looking around for help. The dream he had of kissing the perfect girl was long gone. His trust in her was cracking like thin ice on a pond. He didnât want it to, but what was he supposed to think? How could she do this?
âWhere is she?â He snapped. Anger and hurt on his face. She blinked in surprise, confused by how mad he looked and why it was directed at her.
âSheâs rightââ She pointed toward the door and Harry shoved his way in without even letting her finish.
Cece was gazing up at the lights and other than a flush of color on her face, she looked perfectly normal. âHello, sweet girl,â Harry cooed. His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. He hunched over the bed made for a little kid, but she was of course so tiny it made his heart ache. He felt tears sting the back of his eyes. âAre you okay?â He asked. Cece smiled, delight dancing in her pretty eyes as she recognized Harry. As if she wasnât in a hospital and he hadn't seen her in over two days.
âHarry,â she said from behind him. She was holding a cup of coffee in her hands as she watched the pair of them. Harry was fuming. Pretty sure he had literal steam coming out of his ears from how hot he felt. But when he glanced back at her, there was one small part of him that couldnât help but notice she looked exhausted. As exhausted as Harry felt his anger boiling him from the inside. âI tried all day to get in touch with you.â
The small reprieve he had from seeing her exhaustion was gone. Anger coursed through him with a vengeance, and he turned away from his favorite little baby and looked at her.
His eyes narrowed into a glare. He shook his head disappointment all over his face. âHow could you fucking do that?â He snarled.
She blinked, surprised by his tone directed at her, completely flooring her. âI triedââ
âYou could have tried harder,â he growled. âDo you have any idea what yâdid tâme just now? You know how terrified I am of losing her,â his voice felt off. Strangled by his own emotion. âThis is unacceptable. How dare youââ
But she doesnât even flinch when he yelled; instead, she glared right back at him. Stepped toward him, bitterness in her expression, her tone, and her body language. âI tried, Harry,â she snapped just as irritated as Harry had. âI have called every number I had access to. I tried to contact your mom and sister through social media, but they must have private accounts. I tried everything. I called every person at your company, and they kept transferring me to your incompetent secretary so donât fucking yell at me like I didnât do everything I could have done,â she pulled her phone from her pocket and threw it the short distance at him which he caught easily. âGo ahead, go through every app and message, Iâve spent hours on the phone,â she assured him. âThereâs no goddamn service here on top of that, so I kept using the nurseâs phone. I tried, Harry. I would never try to scare you like that by leaving you in the dark.â
Harry glanced down at the list of numbers with multiple calls to numbers from his company he recognized the grouping, all the numbers off by one for the different sectors. Each listing had a minimum of three missed calls most were closer to ten. Throughout the listings, Harry's name appeared, five, eight, six, at least fifty he had to imagine at the end of it. Niall had about the same. There was a plethora of messages sent to his phone too. Not sure you're getting these, but nothing is working. This is a shitty way to say it but we're at the hospital. Everything's okay, I just want to get her fever down. Niallâs thread had similar messages along with He's going to hate me :(
Harry's heart ached. He never received the messages, and knowing that one to Niall broke his heart most of all.
How could not one of her calls or messages have reached him?
âI take my job so seriously Harry. Of course I wanted you to know before I brought her here. But you entrusted me with Ceceâs care and wellbeing and I wasnât going to let anything happen to her. I talked to your secretary over and over and she didnât pass the message on because you were in meetings and refused to interrupt even though I begged. Niallâs phone worked either. I tried everything short of leaving her here alone and coming to get you myself.â
Harry flinched. He would never want her to do that. Leaving Cece alone was one of his worst fears.
How could his secretary not pass along messages about his daughter? Harry was so angry and now, he had someone to actually be angry at. âFuck,â he snapped and headed out of the room.
âWhere are youââ
Harry marched out of the room up to the desk station in the middle of the floor. He reached over and grabbed one of the phones without asking. The nurse closest to him opened her mouth to answer but after looking at Harry briefly, his intimidating stature, and anger rolling off him in hot waves, she thought better than to deny him the phone.
âNiall,â he ground out when the phone stopped ringing. His teeth hurt.
âI think I figured it out... The work phones have been wonky all day for everyone. I contacted the phone company--â Niall answered without waiting for Harry.
âAre y'still at the office?â His voice was low, angry as hell.
âYeah... of course. How is she?"
"Fine."
"Are you sure? Fuck, Harry... that was so bad. I guess since we have personal phones through the work offerââ
He didn't have time for this. âFire my secretary, Niall.â
âWhat?â Niall shook his head forgetting his train of thought about the phones.
âTell her t'pack her shit and go,â he snapped and slapped the phone down into the receiver making the nurse bounce in her seat.
He turned to find her standing in the doorway between him and his daughter. âIâm sorry,â his voice was raw, and he ran a hand over his tired face. âI shouldnât have...â he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose trying to quell the emotion in his throat and eyes. âI canât lose her,â he murmured.
Then, as if he hadnât just implied that he didnât trust her, she sighed. âOf course not,â she whispered. âI swear, I was doingââ
âI know,â he shook his head. âI know, Iâm sorry. Mâsorry I implied otherwise. I shouldnât haveââ
âForget it,â she waved her hand flippantly. She crossed the few feet of space between her and Harry and she grabbed his hand. It felt so warm, so safe. She squeezed his hand and tugged him back to the room. âCome see her, she missed you,â she tilted her head toward the room. It was forgotten. The way he yelled at her. The way he insinuated she was anything but trustworthy.
Harry felt shaky and broken but glad she was there to keep him from freaking out. Glad she was willing to overlook his anger even if he knew he didn't deserve it. How quickly that feeling of being broken, cheated on, and lied to returned and made him feel worse than any of the times he had experienced before. She had no idea how much she had changed him and she hadn't done anything other than care for his baby.
Once in the room, he shook his head and focused his attention to his precious angel sucking on her pacifier happily and quietly in the hospital bed. âI will say though," she dropped Harry's hand as she crouched on one side of the bed and brushed her fingers over her cheek. "She looks pretty freaking cute in this big bed,â she whispered a smile in her voice.
Harry couldnât argue. Cece looked cute as hell everywhere though. He wanted to smother her little face with kisses until she giggled. A smile played at the corners of his lips. âSheâs okay?â He asked quietly. He should have asked that first rather than exploding at her. Even if he was mad, it should have been his first concern.
âJust a fever,â she promised. âComes with the earache and cold sheâs got," she frowned. "Poor baby woke up in the middle of the night. Inconsolable," she explained. "The medicine wasn't helping after a while and I wanted to be safer than sorry. Little miss scared me half to death,â she sighed her worried expression breaking Harry's heart. No wonder she was exhausted. At least Harry had a full night's sleep. He was getting a new phone company tomorrow. âBut sheâs on the mend now. Some stronger meds and whatnot. I hope thatâs okay.â
âYou hope that yâdeciding tâgive her medicine that will make her feel better is okay with me, after I screamed at you?â
She smiled wryly. Like she was keeping a secret. She rested a hand on Cece's leg over the blanket while Harry brushed his thumb along her face. It felt right holding his sweet baby with her looking at Cece like she was the most amazing thing to ever grace the earth (and she was, but Harry didn't know someone not related to her could feel that way). âTo be fair," she sighed and squeezed her leg. "If my daughter were in a hospital and I didnât know, I would have burned the whole city down until I found her.â
Harry smirked. âThank you,â he hoped the sincerity in his voice made up for how terribly he treated her. âIâm sorry about the phone issue. It wonât happen again,â he assured her.
"Don't mention it, Harry," she smiled.
*
Harry woke with a start in the middle of the night. He sat up and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, feeling emotionally drained. The hospital visit ended only a couple hours after he arrived. Because his car had been promptly towed after his arrival, he drove Cece and Miss Honey in her car on the way back home. She sat with Cece in the backseat without asking but Harry was extremely grateful.
Once he finished his glass of water, he peeked inside of the fridge. It was stuffed with several containers of yummy food she had made the last couple days. Half of them were labeled for Niall with hearts all over the sticky notes that made him roll his eyes.
The other half were labeled Dada with a single heart, but Harry thought the one heart was more important than all the ones Niall had.
He smirked and glanced around at all the decorations she had put up for Halloween, making his house feel like a home. It hadnât felt like that in all the time he lived there. As he returned to his bedroom, he thought he would make a pitstop in Ceceâs room.
Harry was an idiot to adamantly deny his feelings for Miss Honey. He was serious when he told Niall how perfect she was. At the time, he had convinced himself that it was because she was perfect for Cece. But if he wasn't in love with her before, he was now.
She laid across the area rug tucked part way under Ceceâs crib. A pillow held below her head like she was hugging it, and her adorable seasonal blanket draped across her. But it didnât reach her toes. Her eyebrows were pinched together like she was having a bad dream. Harry didnât want her lying on the floor, but he didn't want to wake her either. She had a longer day than he did. His heart clenched knowing how much she adored Cece. How she would do anything for his little baby.
Harry grabbed one of the many fluffy blankets in Ceceâs collection beneath the window. He spread it over her to cover her legs, making sure her feet were got wrapped up too. The crinkle of her eyebrows disappeared as he did which only tightened the bubble around his heart.
Grabbing another blanket from her basket, he settled into the chair. No way he could go back to his room knowing his favorite women were in one room. After watching both of them for a time, he fell asleep.
*
When she woke up, she stretched, her back creaking from the hard surface she slept on. But other than sleeping in the crib with Cece, this was as close as she could have gotten and it was well worth it to ease the anxiety she felt from the previous day. Getting to her knees, she sighed again, leaning low to stretch her lower back, her forehead touching the floor as she bowed backward. It was still early. Too early for even Cece to be awake.
The nightlight plugged into the wall was soft and painted the room in a warm, gentle, yellow glow. She peered at Cece through the slats of her crib and smiledâshe was sleeping soundly, no pain, no fever. Just a little stuffy. âYou scared me, pretty girl,â she whispered quietly.
âMe too,â Harryâs deep voice spooked her because she hadnât registered that he was snuggled cutely into the chair that she assumed was used for late night feedings back in the first couple months of Ceceâs life--split between Harry, his mum, and his sister. She pressed a hand to her rapidly beating heart. Her cheeks felt warm. If she had been turned away from Ceceâs crib, she would have noticed his presence, but her yoga pose was done without thought and now she felt embarrassed that her boss saw her stretching her lower back out.
His voice was raspier in the morning. His eyes seemed tired but still as beautiful as he always was. She could see he wasnât wearing a shirt, and she wondered if he had forgone the sweats again as he had when he saved her from the front step. Biting the inside of her cheek she swallowed. âI just... didnât want to leave her alone,â she admitted glancing briefly back at Cece, her little chest rising and falling easily. Then she turned back to Harry.
His smile was was so gentle, so sweet, it made her stomach twist. âThank you," he looked beyond her for a minute at his daughter and then returned his gaze to hers. "I was going tâwake you. But yâhad a long day.â
Her cheeks warmed again. She tried to remind herself that Harry was her boss, and it wasnât okay to fuck him with her eyes regardless of how his half open eyelids screamed sex like he just had an orgasm. What was it with getting so turned on by him in the middle of the night?
When he had pulled her from her book in nothing but sweatpants a few nights prior, she thought it was almost worse than the boxers. She had to keep her eyes above his waist but there were even more sinful things to think about looking at his pecs and broad shoulders. It worked wonders for when she got back to her room and slipped her hand into leggings and pressed circles over her depressingly underused clit. It was not good to think about him like that. Not when just a hallway separated the pair of them.
Not when his infant daughter was sleeping in the very same hallway.
âHarry?â She whispered looking back at the little girl as a distraction from thinking about Harryâs abs. Or the way his thighs looked. She needed a safe thought. Something she could tell him that wouldn't get her fired.
âHmm?â
âI love Cece.â
Harry grinned, looking a little lovestruck himself over the little one... and her nanny. âI know,â he nodded. âShe loves you too.â
*
When Harry came home the following day with a mountain of papers and a laptop, she hurried to the door and grabbed as much as she could with her free hands while Cece stayed attached to her hip in the wrap. âThank you,â he smiled. âHi sweet girl,â he cooed and bent slightly to the height of Cece at her waist. He kissed her forehead.
âWhat is all this?â She asked, carrying what she had grabbed toward the kitchen.
âI fired my secretary,â he said as explanation.
âJesus,â she blinked and deposited the papers on the kitchen island. She had a feeling that was what his call to Niall was at the hospital yesterday. So, she knew why. She felt guilty for calling her incompetent and for causing this mess.
âShe made a mess of everything. I spent most of the day trying to organize it, but frankly I havenât a clue as to what some of it is,â he ran a hand along the back of his head. Harry pulled the suitcoat he wore off where his sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. He wasnât wearing a tie, and the top two buttons were undone. He was way too hot for her own good. For her own good. âIâm exhausted,â he admitted.
She frowned. She couldnât imagine. He didnât sleep much before his trip. Nor duringânot if the late-night texts asking about Cece were any indication as he worried about her fussing prior to his departure. Paired with a delayed flight, Ceceâs hospital visit, and what was probably a much less comfortable sleep in a chair before getting up to do it all over again? She wanted Harry to go to bed right that second. But he had to be hungry. She knew he hadnât eaten breakfast, and something told her he probably skipped his two oâclock meal as well.
âWell, I made dinner,â she offered and hurried to the stove and Cece gurgled a cute little noise on her hip. âI know,â she smirked knowingly as if it really made any sense. âDadaâs hungry too,â she kissed the top of her head as she scooped the stew she had made into a bowl. She put a piece of the special bread she bought for the occasion in the toaster oven and then worked on Ceceâs bottle. When she turned around holding the bowl of stew, the bread balancing on the rim, and Ceceâs bottle in her other hand, Harry was staring at her. âWhat?â She blushed and tried to catch a glance of her backside in case she sat in something in between cooking steps. âDo I have something on myââ
âNo,â he shook his head and grabbed the bowl from her hand. âThank you,â his voice was low, deep.
She nodded and held the bottle out as well. âDo you want to hold her now?" She wanted Harry to eat, but she also knew he wanted to hold his baby for as long as possible before bed.
He seemed to be in a trance as he took a few bites of his stew and watched her and Cece. âYeah,â he murmured eventually and held his arms out for his baby. âHi baby,â he cooed and peppered her cheek with kisses. âAre you feeling better?â He asked bouncing her gently.
Harry, without holding a baby, with sleeves rolled up like that was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. Holding a baby? She shook her head trying to get the circuits running because she was pretty sure she forgot why Harry was asking if Cece was feeling better.
âRight, we need to give her medicine actually,â she said glancing at her watch as if she just remembered. When she looked back at Harry, she realized he probably hadnât once given his own daughter medicine, and he had no clue what to do. Without thinking any more of it, she grabbed the medication, and the liquid syringe dropper needed. âAlright, girly, I know itâs not your favorite,â she smiled. âBut itâll make you feel better, here we go,â she aspirated the medicine into the syringe and brought it to her mouth. âSheâs going to fuss,â she warned Harry. Harry nodded and held her like she did when she got her shots at the doctorâs office. She gently put the dropper into her mouth and depressed a few drops. âHold her chin so her mouth stays closed,â her tone was gentle, instructive without demanding. She watched as the frustration appeared on her little face and she grunted and squirmed in Harryâs arms. Gently she ran her fingers down her little neck encouraging her to swallow. Harry watched her every movement.
âHow do yâknow what tâdo?â He asked.
She smiled. âClasses, Google, experience.â
âExperience?â
âMy youngest brother is fifteen years younger than me,â she explained. âMom had to go back to work, so I babysat a lot. But it didnât feel like it. Honestly, he felt a lot like my baby. My mom was great, donât get me wrong, but I would kill for that kid even though he barely talks to me now because heâs a cool, broody teenager.â
Harry smirked. âDo you have other siblings?â
âYeah. I have an older brother. Three years older. But I also feel like his mom.â
He chuckled. âI think sisters are superheroes.â
âWhy thank you,â she put a hand on her heart and smiled like she was winning an award. Harry chuckled again and helped with the remainder of Ceceâs medicine. âThat was so yucky, huh?â she crouched in front of Ceceâs eyeline. âSo yucky,â she wrinkled her nose and giggled at her. Cece gurgled back and smiled at her. âLetâs eat the good stuff,â she smiled and plucked the cap off the bottle for Harry before grabbing a bowl of her own. âDo you want more?â She asked.
âM'still working on this one,â he jutted his chin toward the bowl. She looked at the papers on the counter beside them.
âIs this organized by person or by file type?â He stared at her for several long seconds as if that was the most ridiculous question she could ever ask. âAlright,â she smirked. âWhen you ask for a file, do you want the whole bit from the person/company/etc. or do you want all the same files bunched together?â
âI would probably want everything from the same company,â he yawned. âI think she had it the opposite way. Or maybe she messed it up on purpose before she left. This is only an eighth of it. I couldnât be in that room anymore.â
âYou didnât hire another secretary?â She asked blowing on the bite of her food that steamed visually in front of her. It seemed like something Harry would have in surplus.
âThey were all women,â he grumbled.
âMr. Styles,â she tutted. âWhat happened to weâre superheroes?â She frowned.
He rolled his eyes. âYou are a superhero,â he said simply making her stomach flip. The pause seemed infinite as he let that title settle over her. âMum, Gemma, Cece, even Ceceâs mum...â he trailed off looking at her in a way that made her feel special. âI canât have anyone who puts mâdaughterâs life at the bottom of a priority list work for me,â he explained.
âHarry,â she clucked. âShe wasnât a good secretary. You canât swear offââ
âNo. This is my decision, love. Also, I made everyone program your phone number into their phones today. And whoever is mânext secretary has a laminated index card next tâthe phone that says even if mâin the middle of a meeting with the Secretary-General of The UN, theyâre tâforward your call tâme,â he said it so casually and with his chin on the bottom of Ceceâs bottle holding it upright, he continued eating his own food hungrily. âThis is delicious,â he remarked.
Her heart fluttered. âYou... you gave my phone number to everyone?â
âI never want there tâbe another emergency, but if there is,â he shrugged. âI want you tâbe able tâget in touch with me,â he sighed, looking at the papers on the counter and shook his head. âMâgonna put her tâbed,â he scooped her up. âCan yâleave that on? Sâreally good. Mâgonna have more while I work on this," he nodded to the pile of papers there. "Niall might not even get any tomorrow, I might eat it all," that didn't surprise her. She needed to figure out how to get him to eat at lunch time.
She frowned and nodded. âYeah, of course.â
âSay night-night, Cece,â he cooed and kissed the top of her head. âSay I love you, Miss Honey, thanks for taking care of me and feeding me yucky medicine,â her smile overtook the frown, and she grabbed Ceceâs little hands as she kissed her forehead while Harry faced her forward. It felt unbearably sweet. Sweeter than any bedtime routine she had witnessed while babysitting her brother, or anyone else, or the kids she nannied before Cece.
âGood night, sweet girl,â she pinched at her little belly making her giggle before Harry took her to bed.
*
She heard Harryâs shower pipes whine from down the hall after he finished putting Cece to bed. While he was out of earshot, she finished putting away the dishes that were clean from the dishwasher. Then she looked at the stack of papers on the counter and started to sift through them. Fortunately, the names were at the top of the files, so it was easy to differentiate, and she began to make piles. She turned her phone on low and played gentle music so as not to disturb her concentration nor the sleeping baby (even if she wasnât going to hear it from upstairs anyway).
Every paper was different so she could see how it would be overwhelming. Especially if there was a whole room of it. Poor sleepy Harry. She was so entranced and humming to her music that she didnât notice Harry had reappeared. âWhat are yâdoing?â He asked.
She jumped in surprise, the handful of papers she was holding fluttered to the floor. âSorry!â She grabbed them swiftly and then stood back up smacking her head on the bottom of the counter. âShit!â She hissed, rubbing the back of it.
Suddenly there were hands on her waist. Gently pushing her to the stool he previously sat in for dinner. Harry grabbed the papers from her hands and tossed them haphazardly into one of her organized piles. âAre you alright?â Harry asked concern in his voice. He went to the freezer immediately as she was seated then came back with a bag of frozen green beans to place at the back of her head as he looked intently into her eyes.
âYeah,â she swallowed. âJust...clumsy.â
Harryâs free hand was on her thigh, whether he meant it to be there intentionally or not, she wasnât sure, but she was glad it was. It was warm and big. It felt comforting even if she only bumped her head and nothing more. Also, it would be good fodder for the fire between her thighs when she went back to her room later and thought about the other things that Harry had that were warm and big. âWhat are yâdoing?â He repeated, looking at the counter right over her shoulder.
âI thought I would organizeââ His expression was weird again. Like when he was watching her scoop his stew into a bowl. âWhat?â She asked.
âNothing,â he shook his head quickly. âJust... mâvery grateful for you, love. Niall says I donât say it enough and I think heâs right. Cece and I would be lost without you.â
Her cheeks felt warmer from the compliment, but she snorted out a breath of laughter. âNiall is just jealous that you get to eat the food I make fresh,â she teased.
Harry rolled his eyes. âHeâll be fine,â he assured her. âAre you okay?â He asked putting the green beans on the counter and running his fingers along the back of her skull very softly. It felt so intimate, and the motion went right between her legs. She nodded trying to keep her breathing even as she answered.
âIâm okay,â she hoped the waver in her voice didn't give her away.
He smiled and replaced the veggie bag on the back of her head. âThank you, love,â Harryâs gaze was so filled with gratitude and warmth it felt like she was going to catch on fire.
*
Everything okay? Harryâs message read. She hadnât sent any updates in hours. She didnât need to. It was her day off and she didnât even need to answer Harry if she didnât want to, but he was so nervous that she wouldnât. He missed her, plain and simple.
Fortunately, she answered before he got too worried. Completely. Just finished up my last appointment.
Just checking, you donât need to rush. I can tell Cece just misses you :)
She smiled feeling guilty she was spending the day away from her favorite four-month-old. But she liked making appointments like this. It was easy to get them all done in one go, doctor, dentist, gyno, nails, and hair. Her last appointment was her haircut; she got several inches cut off making her feel lighter and bouncier. The blowout was fresh, making her feel brighter for whatever reason, too. She probably only needed a half day, but she thought some retail therapy would be her reward for a long stressful weekend. When she got home, she hoped to see Cece before her nap time, help with the medicine if Harry wanted (he did a great job on his own this morning but asked if she could watch to be sure), and then she planned on having her own, very needed, naptime.
She was headed to her favorite clothing store when she passed Harryâs office building. Without registering her own thought process, she was parked on the main road, and in his building before she realized.
The bustle of Harryâs main office floor never ceased to amaze her. The security guard at the floor entrance tipped his hat at her arrival. âWhereâs Miss Cecelia today?â
âDaddy-daughter day,â she smiled and headed for the door labeled with Harry's name on it. Her nap was forgotten and she only thought about how he had brought those papers home and because she had asked to take the day off, he would be stuck with these again tomorrow.
She waved to a couple people who recognized her, two of whom complimented her hair. When she got to his office it was stacked with papers on every available surface. Even she got overwhelmed by the look of it.
She felt even more terrible that she asked Harry to take the day off when this was left for him.
She entered his office without catching anyone else's attention, started the quiet music from the night before, and got to work.
*
Cece was halfway through her afternoon nap when Harry sent a picture to the pretty woman who normally sent pictures to him at this time. He hadnât heard from her in a while and was getting worried. It was odd that he didnât worry about her when he was at work, but perhaps it was the comfort of her at his home being the perfect person to help raise his daughter.
I thought you didnât hire a new secretary?
He read Niallâs message twice trying to figure out what joke he was playing at. He called him quickly. âI didnât?â
âWell, thereâs a woman in your office.â
Harry thought this week was destined to kill him mentally. He blew out a long breath and scrubbed a hand over his face in exasperation. âWell, call security!â He snapped.
âWait a second...â he trailed off.
âWait a second!? Niall! Thereâs a stranger in my office!â
He knocked on the door to what he assumed was his office. Knocked. Like he was interrupting someone doing important business and not stealing trade secrets.
âI didnât recognize you with your hair like that, darling. Arenât you a sight for sore eyes?â Harry could hear him grinning and almost immediately Harry realized who was in his office. Then, Harry heard the most beautiful laugh through the phone line and his heart squeezed with affection. The feeling of affection was directly replaced with jealousy that Niall was near her when all he wanted was to see her. âShe got a haircut,â Niall narrated into the phone. âShe looks beautiful,â he said to both of them.
âIâm going to kill you,â he growled.
âWhat are you doing?â Niall asked, ignoring Harryâs threat. He put the phone on speaker while he scooped up his sleeping daughter and placed her in her car seat. He already knew what she was doing and if he wasnât already head over heels for her, he would probably kill her shortly after killing Niall when he got back to the office.
âHarry... papers... Iâd help,â her voice was just far enough away from the speaker that he couldnât catch every word. He grabbed the bag that was always ready to go for his little love and slipped it over his shoulder as he marched to the garage carrying Cece in tow and listening to his best friend flirt with the insanely perfect woman he lived with.
âThatâs so nice of you,â Niall said sincerely. Harry let the call switch to his car, and he hurried to get to the office listening in on the conversation.
âHardly,â she said flippantly. Her voice was closer now. âHarry brought some home yesterday and I felt bad that there was so much. Heâs had a really long week.â
Harry glanced at the monitor on his dashboard catching sight of his pretty girl still sound asleep and notched up his speed.
âHow long have you been here?â
She paused, maybe looking for a clock. âAn hour, two hours?â There was a shrug in her voice again.
Harry stepped on the gas a little harder again.
âNo one saw you?â
âThe security guard did.â
Harry was going to have a serious talk with him too.
âHarry, do you have anything you want to say to her?â Niall asked.
âNo,â he grumbled.
âHi Harry,â her voice was soft, velvety. Harry couldn't fall in love. He didn't love anyone but his baby, his company, and his family. But where did that put her? He hired her to take care of his pride and joy, but this was beyond anything he could have anticipated. She was doing it out of the kindness of her heart.
âHi, love,â he tried to lighten his voice. He wasnât mad at her. Well, he kind of was. He had hoped she was using her day to enjoy herself not worry continually about Harry.
âI think I messed up,â she stage-whispered to Niall.
âHeâs fine,â he whispered back in the same way.
Harry rolled his eyes listening to their inane conversation. After what seemed like an eternity, he found his usual parking spot before getting Cece from the backseat as well as her bag. He rushed into the building and made his way to his office without so much as looking at his employees.
She managed to organize as much paperwork in two hours as Harry did in a day. âOh hello, my sweet girl,â she smiled at the waking baby and pulled the seat from Harryâs grip. She tugged the baby from the seat and held her against her chest and kissed the top of her head repeatedly. âI missed you,â she hummed.
âWish you greeted me that way, darling,â Niall smiled mischievously only to get a rise out of Harry which worked incredibly well based on the way he glared at Niall.
She smirked and shook her head. âReserved for Miss Cece only,â she squeezed her closer and inhaled her scent. âDid you have fun with Daddy?â She cooed.
Daddy Niall mouthed at Harry, a knowing smirk on his face. Harry shoved Niall, dropping the bag beside her car seat and started looking through the stack of papers she was working on while she and Niall fawned over Cece.
âDonât yâhave work tâdo, Niall?â
âFigured I deserved a Cece break,â he said. âBut while youâre here, I have the applicants for your secretary.â Harry ignored him and continued the work she started. Although it was obvious she was a well-oiled machine and Harry was incapable, in comparison. âGuess weâll deal with it tomorrow?â Harry waved without looking up.
âGood luck,â he murmured to her. âBye-bye Cece,â his voice changed octaves as he spoke to his daughter. âI love you more than Daddy.â
Niall was really pushing it lately. As soon as he was gone, she returned to the papers humming as Cece reached for them. âOh, thank you, cutie pie,â she smiled grabbing them from her reach. âYou didnât need to come in,â she said. âI was going to go shopping but I was passing by and thought Iââ
âI appreciate it,â his tone was clipped. She frowned feeling like once more she had done something wrong. As if he was sensing her nervousness, he sighed. âItâs your day off,â he reminded her. âI would never have expected you tâdo this,â he sighed.
âWell, youâve had a long week andââ
âYou keep saying that, love. But so did you. Maybe even longer than me," he thought of her exhaustion clear as day on her face back at the hospital. He was certain she had a longer week.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Her face flushed a bit making Harry wonder what he did to embarrass her. âBut you had a work trip and your flight issue, plus the hospital, and phone problems--"
âSo what? You dealt with all that and more," she didn't answer. "What?" He tilted his head. âWhat is it?â
She sighed and looked away from him, nosing at the top of Ceceâs hair. âYou called me a superhero,â she said.
âOf courseââ
âBut Iâm not, Harry. Iâm not.â
Harry grabbed the papers from her hands and then settled them on the desk. Cece was making noises and blowing bubbles with her spit, so she walked over to her bag and grabbed bib while barely looking. Harry took it from her hand and placed it around her little neck to catch her drooling. But Harry just continued to look at the woman holding his daughter with awe. âYou very much are,â he assured her.
âHarry, I...â she took a deep breath and dragged her hand down her face. âYou pay me an insane amount of money for me to be a glorified housewife. I take your baby to the library and the park and sometimes a doctor's appointment. I give her a bath and make sure she naps," she explained.
"Arguably some of the most important jobs in the world."
She sighed. "Do you know how many people tell me my job isn't real? That I get paid to do nothing but play with a baby?"
Harry held his tongue before he said something crazy like "tell me who and I'll kill them."
"You do so much more than that," he reminded her.
"I'm glad you see it that way. But not everyone else does."
"What about all this?" He gestured to the papers. "S'not part of your job. Cooking and cleaning for me? S'not your job. I should jus' hire someone else t'do it so you won't--"
"Don't do that, please. I don't mind, I like--"
"Exactly," Harry stared at her hoping she saw how serious he was, how serious he was taking this. "You take care of families," he said. "But the way y'love them is beyond what anyone would expect."
How could she feel so inadequate? She did so much. But even if he placated her and that was the âonlyâ thing she did, so what? She was damn good at it. She kept his baby safe and healthy without batting an eyelash. He knew she was working on Cece rolling over and grabbing her feet. He knew she read to her and sang to her. She counted out cooking steps and stairs and everything she did with Cece. She was ensuring Cece hit milestones and never once complained about anything. Not the lack of sleep, not the lack of time off.
She was brilliant. Harry was pretty sure she knew more about Cece than he did. He couldnât imagine the stress she was under making sure Cece was always okay. For fuckâs sake, she slept on the floor to keep a close eye on her. Even Harry didnât think to do that.
Harry stared at her. He cleared his throat. âShould anyone have a question of your qualifications, feel free tâgive them mânumber because I would be happy tâgive them mâown recommendation,â he pulled Cece from her grip and placed her back in the car seat. âLetâs go.â
âGo where? What recommendation?â Confusion painted her face.
âThe recommendation where I suggest they pull their head out of their ass. Theyâre fucking stupid for believing yâdonât work three or four times as hard as they do. Yâwork way harder than I do and way harder than Niall. Probably even put together. You are on all the time. Middle of the night? Youâre there. Breakfast? You have it covered. Yâhave the most important job at this company--you realize that, right? I donât trust anyone with mâdaughter more than you,â he said. âDo yâknow how long it would have taken me tâgive her the medicine?â He asked rhetorically. âI wouldâve called m'mum.â She felt uncomfortableâHarry was acting like she was making space rockets. âIf yâthink mâpaying yâtoo much youâre dead wrong. Mânot paying yâenough. You are doing more for me than I could have ever thought possible,â he picked up the car seat. âNow, if thatâs all, I believe your first quarter review is done,â he grabbed Ceceâs bag. âLetâs go. Iâll have the driver get your car back home.â
âGo...? Go where?â She asked.
âShopping, yâsaid yâwere on your way when yâstopped,â he headed out of his office and left her paused, contemplating everything Harry said and feeling warm all over. Her last family adored her, it was obvious. They didnât expect her to cook and clean, but it just happened. So, she continued that in Harryâs house. It hadnât occurred to her that Harry didnât want her to do it.
âHey, love?â He asked turning back into the room while she gathered her stuff.
âYes?â
"Thank you," his expression softened around his lips and eyes. "It was really nice of you t'do this for me," he looked at the papers that seemed a little less daunting to deal with tomorrow.
"Oh... you're welcome. I kinda like organizing stuff," she looked a little shy admitting that and followed after him quietly. Settling her mind with thoughts of how important she was to Harry.
Her old family cared for her. But there was no declaration like that. She felt so special to be around Cece and Harry.
They got on the elevator to head to the parking garage. The little baby seat sat between their feet as Harry pressed the button that closed the door. "And..." he turned to her and smiled a little brighter. It touched his eyes and made her think Harry might be the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Carefree, beautiful, and absolutely kind. "Your hair looks really pretty like that, too."
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âSURPRISE!â
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!â
you moved to the side once you were inside, coming in behind the man of the hour himself. sasha had been running rampant to throw him an amazing surprise party. and you were in on it, tasked with bringing connie home from work and acting as if you know nothing about what the current day was.
which proved to be hard the second connie got into your car after putting his bag in the back seat. âahh shit! they got mi cielita to take me out. where we going, mami?â connie was grinning ear to ear as he looked at you, dimples popping below red freckled cheeks.
he was so cute, and you were gonna hate to do this but, âwhatâre you on about, springer?â you scrunched your face up in confusion at him. you then quickly looked ahead to pull out the parking lot. if you looked at him for too long you were sure youâd crack.
connie rolled his eyes, not buying your ignorance. âoh stop that, yâknow what iâm talking bout.â he said as he buckled himself in and then reclined the passenger seat.
with the strongest will you could muster, you kept up the confusion, looking back at him and with a quirked brow, âyou got a game or sum?â you asked, knowing damn well he had nothing going on today. his birthday happened to land on the off day for ball practice AND track practice, not to mention he didnât have class either.
now, when sasha told you to act like you forgot that his birthday was today, she failed to mention to you that it was something connieâs mother had done plenty of times in his lifeâŚnot as a joke, though.
connie really cared about four women in his life: you, sasha, his little sister, and his mom. so you forgetting his day took a pin to his bubble and popped the fuck out of it. he didnât dwell on the subject anymore, changing to now talk about your days. however, connie was feeling down on the inside. all his friends had wished him a happy birthday either via call, text, or social media post. have you not been on your phone today?
when you pulled up to his and sashaâs shared apartment, you flashed him a smile but it was not reciprocated. connie was staring ahead, zoned out in thought. so much so he doesnât feel you turn the car off or hear you call his name.
âconâ you pushed his shoulder slightly, getting him to snap out of his own head.
âhm?â
âweâre at your place. is it cool if i come up to use the bathroom?â you usually wouldnât say anything and invite yourself into his apartment. days when youâd get him weâre days you set aside to hang with him. but today seems to be different. connie wondered if you had made plans that made you forget about his birthday.
âuh yeah, sure.â he said lowly. he reached back to grab his backpack and with that, got out the car. you could see the defeat in his walk towards the doors. he was mumbling to himself, more times trying to dissect what the hell was going on with you. because you wouldnât just forget, right?
you got out the car and sped walk to catch up, sending sasha a quick text to let her know yall were back. you also cussed her for telling you to do this to connie, knowing how pouty he gets.
the walk to the elevator was quite, along with you two getting off at his floor and going to his apartment. however, before connie turned the key he put into the lock, he turned to you. his eyes were glossed over and cheeks dusted with a crimson red. he was chewing on his bottom lip, hazel eyes filled with worry. âdid i do something, mami? you mad at me?â
and oh my god you wanted to break the act right thereâŚbut you were RIGHT THERE.
you blinked, âwhat do you mean, con? why would i be?â you wanted him to just open the door. once he opened the door you could drop the act, you could give him all the birthday love you were holding in since midnight.
connie let out a sigh and turned back around, giving up on the matter and turning the lock to go in. the day was no longer felt good. what good was a birthday if the one person he wanted to spend it with forgot about it?
when the door opened, connie walked inside and turned on the light and was immediately met with screams, cheers, and camera lights in his face.
which brings us here, to where he freezes and looks around at his friends from his basketball team, work, childhood, and sasha standing in the middle with a cake.
connie spent a good couple seconds taking everything in, he was slightly embarrassed to say once he believed you had forgotten he immediately forgot the day, choosing to just wallow in his room as he smoked a spliff.
you took a step forward, hands behind your back and coming up on his right. âhappy birthday, connie.â you bumped him with your hip, once again snapping him out of his own head and bringing him back to the present.
the big, toothy smile he had in your car came back, now decorated with deep dimples and eyes watery with tears of appreciation.
just as he was about to say something to you, jean pulled him away, leaving you two with an unfinished conversation.
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you were talking to sasha in the kitchen as connie was socializing with all his guests. he hadnât had the chance to come back to you just yet, but you werenât worried. you didnât plan on going anywhere.
âi told you! heâs so brain dead when it comes to you that heâll completely forget everything. did you see how lost he looked when he saw us?â sasha was so happy that her plan had turned out well. she knew her best friend well enough to know it wasnât going to take a lot to get his mind off his literal day of birth. not when you were the one thing that stayed on his mind and could pull his attention from anything.
you playfully rolled your eyes, âi still hated seeing how sad he looked. why didnât you tell me i was damn near triggering him?!â you were nursing your second cup of a mimosa, slightly tipsy.
sasha giggled. she, on the other hand, had been four shots in from when you guys came in. âi forgot. but itâs all good now. oopâhere he comes.â before you knew it, sasha had stepped away and now connie was in your space.
his eyes were low and bloodshot, having just come back from a hotbox with his guys in the car. âmami, you really are sum special.â he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you to be flush against him.
you smiled, âsasha made me, pa. you know i would never forget your day.â you traced his lips with your finger, your acrylic nail going along his prominent cupids bow. connie held your hand still and kissed your finger, then moved your hand so it was at the back of his head. it brought you closer into his space, his cologne taking over your senses. he loweeeed his head to touch yours, looking in your eyes.
âÂżdĂłnde estĂĄ mi regalo, princesa? his hands trailed up from your waist to your back, to your elbow and then shoulder. he tucked one of your locs behind your ear, staring at you as if you held both the moon and the stars. âi been dying to unwrap itâ his eyes were scanning all over your face, taunting you with his hidden meaning.
âquiero mi pastel, ma. soy hambriento.â he undid the button with ease, bringing you to gasp and instinctively grip the small curls on the back of his neck.
âlater.â you said softly, giving him a sweet smile to match. but connie smirked with wickedness, red eyes gleaming of mischief. his hand trailed back down to the waistband of your baggy pants.
âc-con.â you could feel his long and slender fingers pad over your core. he pressed his index and his middle against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. âthis partyâs for you.â you bit your lip when you felt him move them in a circular motion, the wetness of your pussy dampening your panties.
âitâs my birthday, right? i can do whatever i want, right?â you were gonna answer, but then he pushed your panties to the side. he had rubbed your lips to collect your slick on his fingers, and slowly began to push them inside of you. your mouth opened, but no words came out.
âoh princesa, did you forget how to talk? just like how you forgot papiâs birthday?â he tsked, shaking his head, âmade me so sad. yâknowâ the force of his thrusts picked up, knocking you back to grip the edge of the counter behind up. âa mean joke you guys pulled on me.â
âpaâŚi-i canât be quietâ you panicked, looking at connie with worrisome eyes. he knew you were a screamer, fuck it was what he loved about you. pleasure would overwhelm you quick and all your composure would go flying out the window. you got animalistic when youâd approach your peak, and connie never missed the chance to see it. but today, you were doing your best to show restraint the clench of your jaw let him know you really wanted to get it out but were resisting.
connie took his other hand to rub a thumb on your clit, turning his ears off to anything that wasnât your faulty breaths or straggled moans. âhmâŚguess i forgot.â
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âIâll show you how a real man treats a womanâ - Park Sunghoon .
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cw: Mentions of cheating, College! AU, roomie!sunghoon, revenge sex, protected (pls wrap it up.), consensual. (Non consensual activities isnât Valid.), phone call fucking, recording. (Practically recording since your being shown on call), Exhibitionism,cunnilingus, polite! Sunghoon - (polite men are so AGHH) , aftercare massage, comfort words, pet names (good girl, gorgeous, etc.)
A/n: Iâm writing this san fic but Idk if Iâll ever release it. Because holy shit writers block is a bitch. I actually finished the story. But I used some words or lines from my san fic holy shiett. Also Iâm new to writing Smut So idek if this is good.
âAre you fucking serious, Aaron, youâre fucking my bestfriend?â You said. Agitated. Who could blame you? âIt was an impulse, y/n. You wouldâve done the same if you were me.â He tried to defend himself but you didnât want to hear it. You Walked into Your boyfriend, getting it on with your bestfriend. âI canât believe you either Mara.â You Snapped. You not only Felt angry, but you felt betrayed. âWait, y/n please. Let me explainâ Mara begged you to at least hear her out but you didnt, you grabbed your phone from the Countertop and immediately left.
-âsunghoon im going back to the dorms.â You immediately texted him.
-âhm? Something bad happened between you guys?â He Replied with a tone of Curiosity, he was Nosey. But thatâs Not the point right now.
-âworse, he cheated on me with Mara.â You revealed. Meanwhile Sunghoon wasnât really surprised but didnât want to be that person who says âI told you soâ because he doesnât want to make you Mad either.
-âwell, im sorry. Iâll be waiting for you at the dorms.â He felt Obviously bad for you, his Apology was genuine. Of course Aaron was a dick. Before you guys even started dating. He slept around a lot. To the point where like the whole female population on campus probably knows how he is in bed. He was obnoxious. And he had known something was Wrong with him.
You made it back to your Dorm, Punching in your Pin and The door Made a little click! You walked into the dorm, your footsteps Heavy as You plopped onto the couch. This was to much to take In, sunghoon was In his bedroom but Had heard to come into the dorm, getting up from his bedroom and greeting you.
âIâm sorry y/n.â He said. He hadnât done anything but he had still appeared to be apologetic. âSo, you just walked into their âsesssionâ? Thatâs. Great.â He said with obvious sarcasm. You knew that sunghoon hadnât liked him, one bit. Not because he was dating you. actually maybe that but he had heard by some women around campus always twirling their hair and Giggling just talking about Aaron.
âIâm sorry to say this but, heâs a man-whore y/n.â He admitted his Feelings about Aaron. âWhy should you be sorry? Itâs true. He Wows every girl he comes across and brings them all home.â Sunghoon then Furrowed his eyebrows. âAnd you stayed? Thatâs a lot of dedication, have you to even slept together?â He was so surprised, why would you stay with him, even after cheating and Toxicity from him? âNo, we havenât even kissed.â You were a little ashamed, what was even the point of staying with him, when you guys havenât even kissed once??
âGoddamnit, y/n youâre hopeless, he doesnât know How to take care of his own girlfriend? Meanwhile heâs sleeping around with other women? No y/n. Itâs not that he Doesnât Like you. Itâs because he Doesnât Fuck with you. Are you that dense?â Sunghoon Already Lecturing you about relationships and How dumb you were being When in your Relationship with Aaron wasnât comforting either. âYouâre not helping Sunghoon. Are you jealous?â You asked him. I mean maybe sometimes he seemed jealous but you just assumed that.
âJealous? What is there to be jealous of? heâs just a man-child. Who canât control himself infront of woman, looking at one and immediately popping a boner. Thatâs Not a man Y/n. Thatâs a boy. And let me tell me, I know how to Take care of a woman. Like a real man.â You were immediately silenced. âWhat? Did i Silence you because youâre scared? Or because you know Iâm right?â Oh my god the way he was speaking to you was Lowkey Hot. Wait. Y/n thatâs your roommate. You just got out of a relationship with your cheating boyfriend. You canât just homie hop out of nowhere.
âIâm not scared of you, youâre not right either!â You werenât lying. You were in denial. All your Time with Aaron you thought he wanted you so bad but it was the opposite. You knew sunghoon is a 100% right. But your ego was hurt from the Fact that your âboyfriendâ didnât Even vibe with you. âOh, so Iâm not right? Youâd rather be living all your life; lying to yourself, that your boyfriend who doesnât even love you. Loves you?â He said In disbelief. This girl.. âyouâre absolutely pathetic, y/n. Itâs sad, sadder than the notebook.â He said infront of your face. You remember he said he Knew How to Treat a woman and how he was such a âmanâ
âYouâre not a man at all sunghoon, youâre not a saint at all!!..youâre just some Boy.â You donât even know what you were saying. But that pissed sunghoon off. â âSome boyâ? Iâm just âsome boyâ? Y/n. Youâre actually Ridiculous.. if youâre just gonna let yourself get cheated on, youâre just gonna keep complaining about it. And nagging me. Youâre gonna keep getting hurt y/n, itâs not healthy. Iâm not saying these things To be mean.
If you donât. Get hurt by your boyfriend Cheating. Then you shouldnât be hurt by Some criticism.â He knew He was right, you were just insecure and needs At least one thing you said, right. âOh, I see what youâre doing. Youâre hurting and placing the blame on me because you still stayed that whole time when he was cheating on you.â He Chuckled. My god you Were miserable.
âThatâs a low thing you could do, y/n placing the Blame on your roomie? Thatâs not nice is it?â He shifted closer to you On the couch. still Mad but He had a sly Look on his face. âHow about I show you, how a real man treats a woman like you?â You were enticed. Man. Sex with sunghoon? Yes please. You immediately nodded, but had thought for a Moment.
âSunghoon?â You Asked him, not knowing if heâd even hear your Proposal out. âYes, y/n?â He Asked back. âCan you call my ex while we fuck?â You said that so boldly, Sunghoon was caught off guard by the proposal, but had nodded. âSure. So this is revenge sex, right?â He asked you. Making sure That he wasnât getting any wrong idea.
âYes, revenge sex. Even if he calls while weâre fucking. Answer. And turn the fucking camera on. Alright?â Sunghoon had pink Spots on his face and nodded. Showing yourself to your ex on phone call, fucking your roommate was not what He was expecting to hear from you. But he nodded. âYeah, alright.â He looked over at you and Had Glanced into your eyes. âMay i?â He asked softly he wasnât afraid to kiss you or anything but he didnât want to make you uncomfortable. âYes, please sunghoon.â
You Nodded desperately. He smiled softly and moved your hair behind your delicate face. Kissing you softly. He grabbed you by the hips, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, one Hand on your waist, the other on your Ass. He walked over to his bedroom, with you in his Arms,he swiftly opened the door with his hand, carrying you with only his hand on your ass. He kicked the door softly. The door clicking close. He Gently laid you onto his bed. Taking in all of you. And Smiled. âYouâre genuinely so pretty, y/n.
âIm really not, Sunghoon.â You Rejected his compliment and Remained humble, a little too humble. âY/n, kindly shut up and take the compliment from me. I mean it, youâre too harsh on yourself.â He replied to your Comment about yourself he took his jacket off, a subtle little smile on his face. God bless his future wife on the first night. He zipped his jacket off, taking it off and tossing it onto his chair. He Rolled his sleeves up and he walked over to you. âMay I take this skirt off?â Was that even a question? Yes,yes,yes. âYes,yes,yes, please take it off.â You were getting desperate. But come on. It was Park Sunghoon.
âAlright. lift those hips up for me.â He mumbled against his breath. You complied, raising your hips up. âGood girl, letâs take those off.â He murmured and Slid your Skort (skirts and shorts) down to your ankles , letting Them fall down. They fell down your ankles, onto the floor. He glanced over at your pretty underwear. They were a white lacey underwear with strawberries on it, of course with that signature pink bow at the waistband. There was already a damp spot at the front. Which sunghoon immediately noticed. âYouâre wet already?â He Asked you with Amusement in his voice, you could hear that smile in his voice.
âN-no. Thatâs Just. Uhmm. Yeah I am.â You said, ashamed and a little bit embarrassed about that. He Chuckled at your Response and embarrassment and He he ran his hand up and down your fabric-covered folds.making you shiver. âYou like that?â He Asked you, making sure you were comfortable. He grabbed a few pillows. And placed one under your back and another under your head so you were at least a little more comfortable. âLet me slide these to the side.â
He muttered and Slid the fabric of your underwear to the side. Seeing your glistening and Needy cunt. âWhat a pretty pussy, my lady.â He admired every Part of your body. Even after insulting you. âIâm just gonna have to rip this off of you I swear.â He joked. But he Wasnât shy at all. He Then Looked into your eyes. âMay I?â He was too polite. But you could tell he was Raised that way Which led to that proper attitude.
âFuck yes, you may.â He knelt down, knees on the floor and his face between your thighs. His breath fanning against your pussy.He then got an experimental lick of your cunt. Humming from the sweetness. âHoly shit, you taste amazing.â He said, âI need another taste, I havenât ate so, count this as my dinner.â He immediately started to Devour you. His tongue swiping Up and down between your folds.
The explicit sounds of Him, slurping on your Sweet juices. Feasting on you. Both hands On your thighs, the tip of his nose Swiping up and down on your clit. Which stimulated You even more. âFuck sunghoon.â You Moaned softly, tilting your head back and pursing your lips. âDonât hold back gorgeous, let me hear how Iâm making you feel.â He whispered against your Folds. Then Suckling on your folds. Pulling his head back with your folds in his mouth then letting go, moving his head Side to side, your clit Being Stimulated once more With his Nose and it felt so damn good.
âFuck sunghoon.â You moaned out loud. Sunghoon Was Making you feel good. He was doing you good. âYou like that, my Gorgeous woman?â You guys werenât even dating and heâs already calling you such things? Oh that made you feel so wanted. He started to suck on your Clit, this tongue Swirling on the most Sensitive part of your clit. Who am I kidding? Every part of it was sensitive. You Sat up to take your Shirt, sliding it off and Tossing it onto his floor, you were wearing your Matching brassiere along with the underwear but the. Unclasped it. Your breasts jiggling from coming out of its confines.
You looked at sunghoon, between your thighs. Hands Running up and down your legs and Treating you like a real woman. He Glance up at you and he looked so fucking good from this angle. All in your folds and Cunt. you felt yourself getting close from the ticklish feeling in it. And You raised your hips a little on Impulse. âOh fuck, Sunghoon. Iâm close.â You announced to him, he nodded and Went back to eating your pussy out, he took on hand off your thigh and using his thumb to rub your clit. You Moaned From the double Stimulation and You Bit your lip. Then Feeling you Starting your orgasm you cried out loud and Moaned. Arching your back and Trying to push out the feeling.
You underestimated the push and Ended up Squirting all over sunghoons face. He was drenched in your Bodily Fluids, and Even his bed was covered with it. You Looked so embarrassed, covering your face. Though sunghoons reaction was priceless. âHoly shit, you squirted everywhere, y/n. But hey. Donât cover that beautiful face of yours.. itâs natural.â He Comforted you. He then Got up from his knees, and Walked to his drawer and grabbing a Condom.
You noticed it was a large Sized condom and you were laying there. Thighs drenched and Still sensitive. âIâll give you time for you to Desensitize. I know How It is for girls. Let me grab some Things Alright?â You nodded and Just laid on the Comfy and nice mattress. Sunghoon went to the Kitchen, going towards the cabinet and grabbing the coconut oil. He Walked back to the room. Closing the cabinet door. And setting the Coconut oil on the nightstand.
He placed the condom in his mouth. Trying to Get his pants off. Fiddling with his pants zipper and button. Before Successfully pulling them Off, along with his Boxer-briefs. He was like 7-8 inches, he Proceeded to Rip the condom wrapper off and grabbed it from the Packaging. rolling it onto his stiff cock. He Took his Shirt off. And finally took your underwear off throwing them onto his bedroom floor for like the 9th time. He then Crawled onto the bed and sat onto the bed, back against the headboard.
âCome ride me, y/n.â He Whispered loud enough for you to hear the seductive tone in his voice. You crawled your way over to him and Started straddling his Hips. âHey, donât get so impatient, I need to lubricate.â He chuckled at you. Grabbing the coconut oil and grabbing a generous amount, smearing some onto his cock. He Looked at you and smiled softly. âDonât panic, let me help you.â He Guided your hips Down a little. Feeling his Tip of his cock-head pressing against your entrance you moaned a little bit, but it was more of a wince than a Moan. âFuck.â You Winced. âItâs alright, Iâm right here..â he comforted you and kissed your Cheek. He felt you sink down lower into him and finally sitting down on him. âGood job, see? I told you that you could. Do it.â
He then started to let you adjust to his size, though he wasnât that big but it was better than any smaller Size. You started to move a little, wrapping your arms around his neck, circling your hips a little. You moaned softly. âOh,fuck.â You cried out softly. Around 3 minutes later you started moving at your own pace, Moaning and Bouncing up and down on his Cock. Sunghoon was Moaning pretty softly. You could slightly hear him. He threw his head back. And bit his lip. âOh fuck, y/n. Fuckk.â He was vocal while you were riding him, you might get noise complaints from the other college students in the dormitories but man, that didnât matter right now.
âOh my god, Sunghoon. Iâm gonna fucking come again.â You warned him and He slapped your ass while you were still Bouncing on and off his cock. Your phone started ringing, and sunghoon had picked it up.
AARON // SUNGHOON
-ây/n Iâm sorry.â It was Aaron
-ây/nâs pretty busy.â Sunghoon said, still focused on you Riding his cock. He moaned a slight bit.
-âwho the fuck is this?â Aaron was In his room, with Mara. And Mara was shocked hearing Sunghoon moan. She knew it was sunghoon since you,sunghoon, and Mara would talk sometimes.
-âthis is sunghoon, Y/ns roomate?â Sunghoon glanced over at you and smiled. âGood girl, riding my cock good.â He said. Aaron obviously hearing what Sunghoon said.
-âexcuse me??.. are you fucking my girlfriend?â Aaron said over the line, just because I cheated doesnât mean you should either. he thought.
-âhell yes I am. Let me show her off, bouncing off my Cock like the gorgeous girl she is.â Sunghoon turned the camera on. Showing you, riding on sunghoons dick. Moaning and whimpering, you were a damn mess. But you were still so pretty to sunghoon. âIsnât she so pretty On my Cock Aaron?â
-âyou fucking cheater!! Youâre still mine.â Aaron Said furiously until Sunghoon cut him off.
-âno sheâs not, Iâm the first one in her Pussy, arenât I? You didnât Even Bother To kiss your own girl Aaron. Besides, she wants me, is that Right?â You were whining and Moaning then saying âyes Iâm fucking yours.â He chuckled and Asked you a question. âWhoâs is it?â You Were Concentrating on riding him, then saying. âThis pussyâs yours, sunghoon.â You cried out loud.
-ââŚâ
- phone call has ended. -
âHe ended the call, Y/n.â Sunghoon finally said. Kneading your breasts in his hands. âYouâre mine, right?â You nodded at his question and You quietly said. âIâm gonna come.â He chuckled and smiled. âIâm almost there.â You Were desperate for release so you began to Move on him faster. That caught sunghoon of guard. Then he moaned out loud. âFuckk y/n.â He twitched inside of you âfuck Iâm cumming.â He said. Before finally bucking his hips into you. Hitting your G-spot on accident making you climax as well. âFuck! Oh shit.â You twitched in his arms.
Crying out loud and panting. Collapsing in his arms. âIâm here, y/n..â he kissed your cheek and pulled out gently. Placing you onto the bed. And the got up to dispose of the used condom. Rolling it off of him and throwing it in the trash. You guys laid In bed for a little. Sunghoon giving your back and thighs a massage. âIsnât that alright?â You nodded and Laid in his arms. He kissed you and whispered some words In your ears. âYou did so good.. get some beauty sleep. Iâll clean this up tomorrow.
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Knock You Down: III
Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down. Bucky feeds you after the failure of date number 2.
This is a follow up to Part II
Word count: 2.3 K
Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: Okay I Lied! I added more words as I edited this and it ended up over 5K. So... there will be four parts to this fic which has posessed my soul. It will be posted Tuesday 10/15. Thank all of you for rocking with me on this one. This was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run đŤ , and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts.
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Slow burn, cursing, mutual pining, idiots in love, playful banter. Bucky and reader talk about sex, without talking about it. Or doing it. This is fluffy, yet angsty and I feel like you might not like it. Let me know if you do.
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Bucky Barnes was sitting at your table eating Thai food with you and you werenât mad. He had ordered twice the amount you requested and damn you, you thought it was cute.
He was cute, casual in t-shirt, sweats and a ball cap. He looked as alluring as he did in a suit.
You were doomed.
Bucky didn't try to get into a deep discussion or get close to you. He just kept you company as you ate and poured you some of the best rosĂŠ that youâd ever tasted.Â
Food was your love language, and having good food did a lot for your mood. It also didnât hurt that the delicious snack known as James Bucky Barnes was sitting across from you.
You respected his game.
But somehow you didnât think it was a game. Heâd been honest and straightforward with you. As much as a man in his position could be. Then you realized that heâd probably told you too much.
âWhat is it, FrumoasÄ? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âAre you here to give me a last meal and then kill me?â
Bucky laughed loudly. He loved that you had the ability to make him do that. He lovedâŚ
âThat mind of yours, Y/N.âÂ
He shook his head at you.
âIâm not going to kill you. I want you safe. Even if you are not going to be mine.â
Your ears perked up at that phrase.
You already knew that Nico was parked outside of your place. You realized that he had been hanging around since Monday night.Â
But what you were tripping over is that Bucky said that he wanted you to be his.Â
You normally werenât into possessiveness, but on James Barnes it was sexy as fuck.
After eating, it was only polite that you gave him a tour of your brownstone. He didnât touch you, but the proximity of his body to yours at the door of your bedroom was heady stuff. You wanted him toâŚÂ
But you just took a deep breath and led him back down to your front door.
âBefore you kick me out, I have something to say.â
Bucky had never felt the need to explain anything to anyone in a very long time. But you werenât just anyone.
âI apologize for giving you a security detail without your knowledge. And then piling my friends on as well. They wanted to check you out, and I wanted to be sure that you were safe. Those gossip blog posts have heightened the risk for you.â
Your eyes widened.
âWhat posts?â
âWeâve been papped every time weâve gone out. You didnât know? I thought thatâs why you asked what you did tonight.â
You groaned.Â
âNo, my friends must have seen them. What do they say?â
Bucky hesitated. Just a moment, and then responded to the look on your face. He ascertained that he was going to have to be straight with you consistently if he wanted to be in your company.
âWell⌠Since weâve been spotted together more than once, one particular site is claiming that weâre already in a relationship. They say you are my girlfriend.â
The softness of his voice when he said âgirlfriendâ got to you.
Whoo boy.
You groaned, then laughed.
âThatâs ridiculous, youâve never even kissed me.â
Bucky laughed too.
âHa ha. Yeah. Itâs crazyyyyyy.âÂ
âIsnât it thoughâŚ?
You tried to look deep into his eyes, and he let you. You saw something that didnât really surprise you. So you decided to just ask the question that was on your mind.
âJames, what do you want out of this? ThisâŚâ
You didnât say what you were thinking, but he knew exactly what you were thinking when you didnât finish your sentence.
Bucky looked off as if he were seeing something that wasnât there yet, then back at you.
âI want⌠you. I donât want a one night stand. Or a situationship.â
He watched you carefully as he said the next words.
âI want, I need so much more from you.â
He took both of your hands into his as he leaned against the door frame.
âListen. When you left earlier this evening, it knocked me on my face. Youâve got me thinking about a lot. Things like what our life might be like in the future.â
You were spiraling as he spoke. âOur life,â âfuture.â But you tried to remain calm.
âThis was never supposed to happen to me. Y/N. But ever since you came into my office on Monday, my heart has been racing. Iâve got feelings for you. Strong ones.â
âWow.â
It was all you could say. But when you thought about it, you felt the same exact way. You smiled at him and his nerves calmed.Â
Just a bit.
âI have to admit that every morning when you text me, I get the biggest smile on my face. That wasnât something I wanted or planned.â
You looked down at your fingers entwined with his. Yes. This could be a thing.
âItâs not exactly convenient to have these kinds of feelings this fast, James. Especially with all has happened.â
You looked up at him, and the hurt on your face destroyed him.
âIâm really sorry, Y/N. And I understand if you want to pump the breaks. I-â
âIf you want me, then why havenât you made a move?â
You interrupted him to ask about the next most important topic on your list.
Bucky recognized your insecurity.
âDonât ever doubt the sexiness of your appeal, FrumoasÄ. I want to kiss you, and more to be honest. But I havenât because I am so afraid of you.â
The way he looked at you caused a tingle of fear to unfurl in your belly.
Or was it desire?Â
âYou are afraid of me. I see. Youâre a terrible kisser. Thatâs why you donât go on second dates. I get it now.â
Bucky threw back his head and laughed.
âMaybe so.â
He gazed at your smile and the way your entire face was alight. Then he brought one of your hands to his lips.
His mouth on your palm enabled you to feel the salt and pepper whiskers on his face. And when he slid those lips to your wrist you moaned a little and squirmed and his eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled the scent there.
âThe skin here is so soft and fragrant, makes me wonder aboutâŚâ
He stopped speaking but the silence spoke volumes. This man was having wild thoughts about you. Of that you were sure now. You wanted him everywhere.
Bucky brought your hand down from his face and rubbed your wrist with his thumb. The sensuality of the act made you feel unstable. You must have wobbled because his hand went down to your waist to steady you. But you just felt more dizzy.
He chuckled at your tell and saved you again.
âCan we sit?â
âYeah.â
The couch was a bit dangerous, but the blood was leaving your head.
âTruth?â
âAlways, James.â
âOkay. The truth is I donât think you could handle it.â
You scoffed at the challenge.
âCome again?â
He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes and then he sobered up.
âIf I kiss those lips, Y/N, Iâm not going to abandon them in haste. Iâm going to take my time. And Iâm not being cocky, but Iâm pretty sure things will progress rapidly. Iâm not sure Iâm going to be able to stop myself from giving you anything you ask for. Anything.â
The sensual promise was making you wet. You clenched your thighs together, causing Bucky to look down at them and lick his lips. When he looked back up, his eyes were dilated.
You knew that you could have him right now if you wanted. You took a deep breath to clear your head and Buckyâs eyes were on your lips.
This feeling was a drug.
âIâm already falling for you, but I know that I will crash into you. I can get intense about the things and the people that I care about. And youâre not ready for that, FrumoasÄ. Not at all.â
You pulled your hands away from his even though you wanted to jump his bones.Â
âHow do you know what Iâm ready for, Mr. Barnes?â
Bucky smiled at you.
âYou just said that your feelings for me arenât convenient.â
You sucked your teeth at him and crossed your arms, turning your body away from him. Bucky was charmed by your pout, but a little mad at you closing yourself off from him. If you were his, heâd teach you a lesson about that. Heâd open you up.Â
But damn, he didnât need to be so hard right now. You had an important day ahead, and he wasnât going to rush this experience. He tried to calm down, but his voice betrayed him.
âYou also havenât asked me for a kiss. Although you did tell me that you wanted to fuck my voice...â
You dropped your head, embarrassed.
âLetâs not!â
He laughed, on cloud nine at your shyness with him. Heâd teach you to be wanton, and have a grand time doing it.
âFrumoasÄ mea, you could request a kiss at any time. And I will always give you anything you ask of me. If you ask nicely of course.â
You cocked your head and Bucky bit his lip at how adorable you were.
âYou want me to beg you for a kiss?â
Bucky took in the fire in your eyes and his own darkened.
âA kiss is not what I want you begging for.â
You coughed to cover a whimper as your mind went where Bucky wanted it to go. You couldnât believe that your panties were soaked by someone youâd never even kissed.
âI just want you to know what youâre signing up for if we get physical.â
âFrom a kiss? Itâs like that?â
You tried to be incredulous, but you believed every word that he said. You just wanted to verify.
âSo let me get this straight. I kiss you, you rock my world, but Iâm not ready for it?â
Youâd never been so annoyed yet so turned on.
Bucky shrugged.
âOr you could be right. Iâm a horrible kisser. A lousy lay. Iâm just trying to stretch out the good times with you before you find that out and dump me.â
You shook your head at him, not wanting to laugh, but doing so anyway.
â...But, in order to find that out, I would have to kiss and lay with you.â
âOf course.â
âYou know whatâŚâ
Bucky teasing you was the best kind of foreplay. You felt comfortable with him. And now you were intrigued.
âI canât with you.â
âSo we agree.â
âI hate you.â
âYou donât, but youâre cute when youâre angry.â
âFuck you, James.â
âIs that a request?â
This banter was everything.
You got up from the couch and headed into the kitchen.
âIâm going get you something to drink. Do you drink tea? You seem a little thirsty.â
âAs long as you drink with me. You seem a little parched yourself.â
Bucky called after you while watching your curves in your sweats as you flipped him off. He rubbed his hand on the ridge of his semi-hard dick. You were so damn hot. He concentrated on calming down while the kettle heated.
âHoney?â
âYes, dear?â
You laughing was amazing.
You came back with a tray of herbal tea, milk, and honey and sat down again.
âI do want to talk to you about something else.â
He said it as he prepared his cup.
âYes?âÂ
âI want to let you know, as much as I can, the plans for me to go legit. Can I have just a little bit of your time tonight? And then I will let you get some rest.â
Your heart melted and you smiled at him.
âYeah. You got it.â
â-
You woke up at 3 am, Buckyâs steady heartbeat under your ear and his arms wrapped around you. You had fallen asleep after hours of talking about the future. You looked up at him and those lips were right there.Â
You could just steal a kiss.
But you didnât, just tried to ease out of his arms so you could go pee.
Buckyâs arms tightened around you and you couldnât move. He was awake.
âWhat time is it?â
âA little after three.â
He let you go and sat up, looking around, then at you.
âIâm sorry, I talked your ear off and bored you to sleep.â
You shook your head.Â
âI wasnât bored. You made me feel safe.â
Bucky grinned.
âIâm glad that you feel safe with me. You are, you know.â
His morning voice was sensual heaven. You never wanted to kiss someone more in your life.
âAnd for your safety, I probably need to leave now.â
You wanted him; his body felt good against yours. But he was right. You chuckled and then led him to your door.
âOkay.â
At the door, Bucky turned and looked down at you. He was thoughtful.
âDo you have plans for Sunday?â
âNo, why?â
âI wanted to ask you on date number three Saturday night.â
You two stared at each other for a beat before he continued.
âHow do you feel about a late dinner at my place after the exhibition? Since you donât have to get up early the next day.â
You took in his meaning, but you didnât address it.
âAre you trying to feed me, James?â
His gaze got intense. You got wet again, realizing the double meaning.Â
âYou have no idea, FrumoasÄ.â
Holy shit. He caught it too. You gulped.
âOkay. Sounds⌠intriguing.â
Bucky looked like a little boy on Christmas morning.
âIâll stop by the center around midday, then go shopping for our meal. Nico will bring you by. About 8?â
âItâs a date.â
You two grinned at each other like idiots. Then he opened your door to leave.
âJames.â
âYes, FrumoasÄ?â
âCan I have a kiss?â
âYes.â
He pulled you into his arms and kissed you on the forehead. It was perfect, and a little bit like a promise.
Then he left, straight into the early morning fog, waving at Nico as he got into a sleek black sports car, blew a kiss at you, and then pulled away.
That felt like an escape from the inevitable.
To both him and to you.
ââ
As always, let me knowww! â¤ď¸
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billy brainrotđ¤ xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain." with him after a breakup!! pretty please
took me 1001 years to finish this but here i am babey
(cws: violent behavior, jealousy, toxic relationship, gn pronouns + fem nickname, possessiveness, post-breakup sex, needy billy, vaguely dubcon, shower sex, pet names, gaslighting)
Billy broke it off with you, not the other way around. He should not be the one banging on your front door, waiting by your car to catch you on the way to work, bothering you at your job to try and talk to you--and he especially should not be sabotaging your dates with other guys by showing up and causing a scene.
Punching your car window and dragging your date out to get into a fistfight with him? It's about as mature as a twelve year old's attitude. It was a first date too, not even that serious.
But that's just Billy. Just like it's quintessential for him to act all offended afterwards, like he's the one that's been put out cause you got mad at him. Then he starts up with the sweet talking, the "c'mon, mama", the kissing on your neck and telling you he missed you when you know he was messing with at least three other girls just this week. There's no reasoning with him, nor any point in entertaining his immature frame of mind. He's messed up and violent--a dangerous and unlikely-to-last cocktail for a partner.
Yet it's no surprise that you ended up in the showers with him, the pool empty and the parking lot dark since it's well close to midnight. You shouldn't have forced him to sit down with the first aid kit when he refused to go to the hospital for his cuts and that sprained shoulder--"'m not a pussy"--he said. It's different once the hot water hits his body, when he's got his hands bracing the wall behind you and his eyes burning a hole through your skull.
"You're mine." He growls over the hail of thudding water on linoleum. His skin burns as it slides over yours. "Get that through your dense little brain."
His muscles pin you like a brick wall against the shower, too broad and too strong for you to possibly resist. He slides your thigh up his hip to hook your leg around it, using the leverage to bump the tip of his rock-solid cock against you. That kiss he gives you is searing.
"Billy," You moan between kisses, your sentence finishing in a gasp as he slides in with a smirk. "You're an ass."
"You love me."
Thump. "No I don't." Thump. Each thrust knocks your head back against the tile, but Billy's hand creeps up to cushion it on the third time onward.
"You'd bite my dick off right now if you didn't."
"Nnh. I might still do it," Your warning comes with absolutely no venom, not nearly enough to wipe that grin from Billy's face as he gets exactly what he wants. Your answer makes him chuckle while he repositions you, hikes your other leg up with a grunt to hold you up against the shower wall. With both hands free you can cup his face as he makes out with you, adding to his perception that this is really what you wanted all along as your touches reminisce on a time not so long ago. When fucking in the pool room showers was a daily occurrence, tending his wounds was a kindness, and hearing him say 'I love you' felt like it actually had some meaning. Now it just feels like it's meant to placate you.
"Put on a condom, at least, you animal." You mutter amongst the sounds of skin slapping, tongues meeting teeth, and your back hitting the wet tile.
"I love you." He murmurs back. His voice rumbles against your throat, preceeding a soft but stinging bite that leaves a mark behind. You've got no idea what that answer means, but maybe it, too, means nothing. He could just be ignoring you for all you know.
"I'll pull out, baby. Y'know I will." Billy nips at your lower lip when he finally raises his head from your neck, having not had enough of using his teeth, evidently. "C'mon, mama. Love you."
"Quit it." That nickname hits you in the chest like a hammer on cloth, more than even those promises of love. He liked to tease you with that, then it became a term of endearment. You've always cared for him; reassuring his difficult emotions, cooling his anger, tending his wounds, even cooking for him and giving him affection in the simplest ways. Maybe that's why he's not letting you go. He can't do any better, but he can't let go of the only comfort he can find.
"That's it, baby..." He's losing himself now. His thrusts are aggravated, growing more aggressive as he reaches the finish line. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens on your hair as his hips buck faster. "Squeeze down on it. That's it--that's, there--oh, fuck!"
The end comes as a surprise, a sudden moment of pleasure that overwhelms his ability to hold out. Billy's weight presses into you and you know--you just know by that distinct pulse inside you--that he's not pulling out like he said. Your nails dig deep scratches up his back as he closes in on it, harshly pressing your hips completely still as he forces himself past that one, last boundary that could've still allowed him an out. Now there's no choice but to drain himself inside you; cum splattering in thick drops down the drain as your legs tremble with pleasure. He always manages to get it on the last try--triggering your orgasm like it's a switch at the last possible moment. But he never misses, not even once.
Now it's sinking in. You're floating off your feet, barely able to stand when he finally lowers you down, and you have to let him hold you just so you don't fall. As much as you want to push him away, he made it so you need him to rely on. Again. And you don't feel as bad about it as you should.
"Break up with that dickhead." Billy growls into your ear, suddenly riled up again--probably over his own thoughts more than anything else. The way he has to tilt his head down just to reach your ear is a new level of intimidating...and regrettably, incredibly hot. "We need to get back together."
"You'll change your mind once your brain evicts itself from your dick." You mumble dismissively, nudging his arm down so you can grab a towel. But he stops you--he blocks you back under the water, his mouth barely a hair's width from yours as he whispers.
"I want you back, baby."
"This was a mistake. It was a first date anyways, weren't even 'together' in the first place...and I still don't want you back."
"Doesn't change the fact that I love you. We fit together." He murmurs into another kiss that you less than reluctantly accept. A lock of your hair curls around his bronzed skin as he twirls it round his finger. "Think about it, at least. I know you want it."
"Why the hell would I?"
"Cause you can't last a week without fucking me." That, at least, is true. But that doesn't...mean anything. Plenty of people backslide, it doesn't mean you're still in love with him. You turn your head in a pout and he smirks at the idea that he's right.
"I like your dick. Not you."
"Then take it every day." He grabs your hand and moves it over his crotch, just to laugh when you yank it away and slap him. It's not hard. Much less hard enough to make him feel anything but affection at how feisty you still are. "You're still mine. My pretty little slut-"
As he whispers low in your ear you finally break away from him, just barely stepping out of the shower when he grabs your ass on the way out. You have to wrench his wrist off to get him to let go and that's fortunately enough for him, but it doesn't change the downright predatory stare he gives you as he watches you dry off and get your clothes back on in a hurry.
"Come by the quarry later. Tomorrow. Let's have some fun in our old spot."
"Don't count on it."
You're done up and out the door before he knows it. Your car revs up in the parking lot outside before peeling out like a madwoman--and he can only imagine the way you're yelling and hitting your steering wheel as you drive, trying and failing to force your thoughts of him out of your head and the way that orgasm felt rippling through you, just as good as he always makes it feel.
He'll definitely be seeing you at the quarry tomorrow night.
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Paprazzi
âY/N over hereâÂ
âNikkiâ
âCome on Y/N can I get a smile from youâ
The flashing lights never stopped, every time your eyes would try to adjust, another storm of flaring lights would blind you. When you and Nikki first got together you were able to deal with the paparazzi, some were actually quite nice and would only ask for a picture or two and then leave you alone, some were more determined to get as many pictures as they could but still they were never rude ;however, as time went on their attention and actions shifted. They once were only focused on yours and Nikkiâs relationship but recently they started following you even when Nikki wasnât there. Their words changed, they once would compliment you, tell Nikki how lucky he was, and would have nice small talk with you, but now, they want to know where youâre going, who with, and for long, insults can be heard when theyâre around, they run after you, and follow you in cars, and will sneak around regardless of where you are.Â
Today was supposed to be just a normal day, you and Nikki had gone out to get away from the spotlight, the plan was to just go and sit in a cafe hours away from your guysâ home in a small town hoping no one would recongize either of you so you guys could get away from the camera and spend a day without the stress that comes along with being famous ;however, as soon as you guys pulled into the parking lot men with cameras came jumping out of their blacked out cars, all running torwards your direction.
You looked at Nikki, who was looking at the crowd. âShitâ Nikki put the car in reverse but before he could take his foot off the brake the car is surrounded from every angle. Loud screams were coming from outside the car. âY/N and Nikkiâ âY/N and Nikkiâ âY/N and Nikkiâ thatâs all you heard, over and over again.
It was never ending, minutes had passed and Nikki had given up, heâs sitting in the front seat with his head resting on the back and his hands covering his face. The men were clearly getting frustrated and changed their approach to getting what they wanted.
âNikki, how good is Y/N? You think youâd ever give me a chance to find outâ
Nikki removed his hands from his face and looked outside the car.
âHey man, donât startâ
A guy standing outside your window speaks up.
âWell, if sheâs gonna dress like a whore sheâs gonna be treated like a whore.â
Nikki was mad, his emotions were all over his face, you could tell he wanted to say something. âNikki donât, they just want a reactionâ Nikki looked at you then looked down. âWe need to leave.â Before you could tell Nikki theres no way to get out, Nikki once again put the car in reverse and began backing up.
Loud shouts from the back of the car were yelling at him to stop, Nikki rolled down his window and told them to get out of the way. Again, the man from your side speaks up.
âHey Nik, are those things real on her?â
Nikki ignored him.
âI think fake tits look like shit.â
Again, he ignored him.
It wasnât until the man just flat out called you a whore when Nikki finally snapped and swung the car door open, the man saw Nikki and tried to calm him down.
âHey, no no Nikki itâs just my job, iâm just doing this for money, I didnât mean it man, seriously.â
Within seconds Nikki was threatening to beat his ass, there was pushing and shoving and screaming with flashes from the camera. You were done, you wanted to leave, with numerous insults and what felt like thousands of photos being taken, you were just done.
Rolling down the window you yell for Nikki multiple times, he made his way back to the car, clearly still pissed off and got in immediately driving off. âI canât believe it, I canât fucking believe it.â Nikki sighed and looked at you.
âAre you alright, babe.â
You just look at Nikki, give a soft smile, grab his hand, and look out the window. The car ride back was quiet, except for the occasional whispers coming from Nikki, complaining about the paparazzi and muttering a bunch of threats.
He squeezes your hand causing you to look at him âIâm just saying I wouldâve beaten his ass if you wouldâve let meâ. You roll your eyes and smile. âI know babeâ Nikki looks at you.
âIâm being seriousâ
âI know you areâ
âReally? Cause I feel like you donât believe meâ
You and Nikki continue back and forth the entire car ride home, completely forgetting about everything that just happened. Realizing only then that you two didnât need to drive hours away to go somewhere to feel some sort of peace and forget about everything else going on in your lives, the entire time the two of you couldâve just found peace in each other.
Bro. I hate the ending. With a passion. I rewrote it about 7 times. I didnt wanna give up. But iâm tired. Ready for a nap. So enjoy.
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How they help you get over someone
| Eren | Armin | Reiner | Jean|
Word count: 1016
Warnings: Levi is in his 30s, car sex, mating press, pet names (mama), squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.
âBut i just feel so dumb, im literally so stupidâ you huffed to your gym buddy, Levi as you spotted him.
He finished his set then sat up and turned towards youÂ
âY/N, you're so young. You're going to make mistakes plus you're a girl. No ones mad at you for believing what he said to you and having sex with himâ he said plainlyÂ
You always vented to Levi when you were upset and he always found a way to give you great advice and help you through everything. Him being older made it easier to trust him because you felt like he was grown grown and had it all together
âI'm mad at myself. I feel like I'm too old to still fall for the same bullshit I fell for in highschool. Were you like me at my age?â you stated as tears threatened to spill from your eyes
â I was worseâ , he responded, âdon't feel bad about it. Its a normal thing for you to be upset that he fucked you then never spoke to you again, youre not the problem. Any woman, no matter what age, would be upset about that. I mean there's some succubuses out there that just smash everyone and don't feel a thing, but most women aren't like thatâ
You couldn't lie, levi always reassured you and made you feel better about making regular human choices and never allowed you to beat yourself up for making mistakes
You both finished your workout and left the gym. He walked out next to you and made sure you were safe in the parking lot because it was late at night. You stopped at the car and he pulled you into a hug
âYou'll be alright, mama. Don't be so hard on yourselfâ he said and you buried your face in his chest and began to cryÂ
Even though his words made you feel better you were still sad. He rubbed your back and let you get it all out and refused to let go until you finished crying
You pulled away and wiped your tears on your shirt
âThank you, i really appreciate you, Leviâ you said to him once you composed yourself
âDont worry about it, i'm always here if you need meâ he responded.
You stared up at him completely enamored. You had the strongest feelings for him and had them for a while. You tried sleeping with that other guy thinking it would help you get over him but it clearly didn't work. You just ended up sad and crying in his arms which strengthened your feelings. You were convinced Levi didn't feel the same and you were too sacred to say anything in fear that it would ruin the friendship you have
âAye aren't you glad you asked me to be your gym partnerâ, he said trying to change the subject
âyeah , i guessâ you laughed as you respondedÂ
âYou guess? You know you wanted to be like me, that's why you approached me and asked for my helpâ he nudged you a little bit as he teasedÂ
âThat definitely not the reason i approached you but yeah let's go with thatâ you told on yourself before you even had the chance to realize it
He looked down at you and smirked as he nodded, â yeah i knowâ
He confirmed in that moment that he knew exactly how you felt about him and apparently he felt the same because he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you towards his car
Levi drove a nice white tesla and you had been dying to see the insideÂ
He had you in the back seat folded completely in half as he pressed his weight onto youÂ
His dick was reaching so far inside you that your mind went blank. All you could do was moan his name while he fucked you at a steady pace.
Sweat rolled down his abs as he was sliding in and out of your dripping wet pussy. He was mesmerized by the way you were sucking him in. He was also taken aback at how good your body looked folded under him.
Sometimes at the gym he would make slick comments about your ass but you never realized it was his way of telling you he felt the same.
âFuck Levi, r-right there. Im gonna cum babyâ you whined as you grabbed his bicepsÂ
His pace didn't change and he continued to fuck you all the way to your peak
âMmhmm mama, cum for meâ he said as he watched your face contort in pleasure
Your high flooded over you and you came hard all over his thick cock. You felt bad that you squirted on his perfectly clean seats but he couldn't care less. He wanted to see you cum for him over and over again and didn't care about what happened to his car.
He never let up and kept going until you came for him multiple times. Each time you came a mantra of praises left his lips.Â
His pace became more erratic as he came close to his climax. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he was about to cum
â gonna cum inside you mama, f-fill you up real goodâ he stated between deep grunts
He slammed into you hard one last time then you felt as his hot thick cum spilled inside you. He slid out and watched as it pooled out of you but he quickly pushed it back in with his fingers.
You both threw your clothes on and you stepped out of his car and wobbled as you tried to stand up straight. He laughed at you and shook his head. He put his arm around you and walked you to your carÂ
He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your foreheadÂ
âBest cardio i've ever doneâ he stated as he opened the door for youÂ
You hopped in your car and deleted the other guy's number knowing damn well he did not match up to Levi in any way.
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DEEZ NUTZ feat. Dieter Bravo & f!actress reader
a @happypedrohours challenge fic | Rated: 18+ | word count: 1,522 warnings: no fat men in this fic, smutty smutty smut smut, slight angst/enemies eventually leading to smashing pissers, pistachio theft, pistachios in places pistachios should be A/N: Thank you to @strang3lov3 + @sweetenerobert for their eyes and minds đ
If youâd told your last-year self that you were going to be stuck on a film set in Oklahoma with the Dieter Bravo for nine weeks during one of the hottest summers on record, past you would be just as unimpressed as current you with the situation. Dieter was known for being out there in his methods and morals, and he did not disappoint. In fact, in every way you were warned about him, no one could have prepared you for how exhausting and annoying he was to work with. But you seemed to be the only one with an issue with him, given that everyone else on the set took his different and strange ways of approaching anything in stride and good humor.
By the third week, you thought you were going insane with how little notice everyone paid to him and his antics, and how much he got under your skin. There were times that he teased you or tried to play around, making you understand â even for a moment â what his allure was; but then heâd take it a step too far and youâd immediately be reminded that he was a thorn in your side.
You hated that you couldnât get enough of him.
âFuck off, Dieter!â
âWhat?â, he snapped, trying to catch up as you stormed out of the sound stage and into the parking lot filled with trailers. âOh, come on! You canât be serious!â
You snarled and clenched your fists, stomping towards your trailer. For a man with so few pockets in his wardrobe, you had no idea where Dieter managed to store all the audacity he carried.
Just as you got to the steps of your trailer, he grabbed your elbow, stopping you from opening the door.
âAre you really doing this? Did you really just storm off set? Itâs not even 10 am!â
You glared at him, ripping your arm from his hold. Narrowing your eyes, you spit out at him, âFucking cute that of all the people to ask me that, itâs you.â
âJesus fuckinâ Christ!â, he breathed out harshly. âIt was just a fuckinâ kiss!â
âJust a kiss? No. No, Dieter, I am not mad about a fucking kiss.â You turn around and step towards him, finger digging into his chest, forcing his retreat. âI am a professional and I can handle when you pull your bullshit, but you giving me directions on how to accept your kiss? That was you â once again! â overstepping your boundaries.â
âI â no! I was just giving you some pointâ â
âPointers?!â
âIâm committed to the craft! I take rehearsals seriously!â
âNo. No no no. Dieter, you are an entitled shi â what?â
The smile that crept across his face stopped you in your tracks and he leaned back, crossing his arms.
âWhat?â, you yelled, face pulled into a scowl and his smile opened up as he laughed.
âYou liked it.â
You instantly saw red, feeling the dangerous buildup of animosity and need boil over inside you; your whole body felt 10 degrees hotter than before at his blatant and upsettingly correct assessment. Dieterâs smile continued, seeing how you reacted to his declaration. He took a step forward and leaned in, and said lowly before walking away, âDonât worry, baby. I liked it, too.â
*****
You spent the rest of the day keeping as far away from Dieter as possible. Thankfully, he seemed to take the hint â or at least his assistant, production staff, and the entire crew did and kept him occupied between shots and during breaks.
Finally able to decompress in your trailer before your car would be there to pick you up, you put on your headphones and listened to a meditative app to try and de-Dieter your mind, body and spirit before moving into your weekend. In doing so, you missed the many messages from your driver telling you he was stuck in traffic. What you didnât miss was the banging on your door.
You ripped your headphones off and pushed the door open, knowing exactly who knocked that obnoxiously.
âWhat, Dieter?â, you barked.
He flashed you a grin and pushed past you into your trailer. You rolled your eyes with a growl and turned to look at him.
Dieter held his hands up and gave you an apologetic and small smile. âLook, I know youâre mad at me, and I know today was â you got pistachios?â His eyes were trained on the small charcuterie board on the kitchenette counter, and he looked perplexed. âI didnât get any pistachios.â
You scowled at him as he moved over to the counter and grabbed a handful of the little green, de-shelled nuts and shoveled it into his mouth. âWhat do you want, Dieter?â
âPish-tah-shos.â, he said muffled, mouth full and chewing. âMa fuh-ken fa-reet.â
You jaw clenched and your mouth pursed so tightly, your lips turned white. You werenât sure who was more infuriating: Dieter with his nut lust or you with your Dieter need.
He cleared his throat after he swallowed, and his big stupid brown eyes looked at you, wide and apologetic. âLike I was saying, I know youâre mad at me, and I know today was a lot, but I want to clear the air. I want us both to be in a good vibrationary stasis with each other so we can harmonize our chiâs.â
You tilted your head as you stared at him, confusion written on your face, not really sure what he just said to you.
âFuck it.â, he threw his hands up, facade dropped. âI like working with you and youâre hot. Sorry I was an ass.â
The tension you didnât realize your body was holding released, and your shoulders dropped to a neutral position. And Dieter wasnât stupid -Â he saw the relief wash over you and his mouth tugged on one side with a smirk, nodding at the double bed in the back of the trailer.
âYou wanna have sex with me?â
*****Â
Dieter had made you cum no less than four times with his mouth before he finally sunk into you, hips flush with one another. The long groan that left his mouth was accompanied by his eyes rolling back in his head and a dopey half-grin bloomed on his face.
If it werenât for the delicious stretch and pressure he was creating in your own body, his euphoric state would have brought you there on its own. You urged him to move and he let out a content sigh before he looked down at you, eyes soft and hazy.
âDonât rush me, baby. I worked hard to get here, Iâm taking all the time I need to get the most of your sweet pussy.â
You squirmed and whimpered, pathetically trying to coerce him into giving you something more than a cockwarming, and all you got in response was a deep, throaty chuckle, rumbling from the depths of his chest.Â
Leaning forward, he captured your mouth with his and you tasted yourself and pistachios - an odd combination that you never thought youâd have to decipher and put words to in your mind. Dieter pulled out, barely leaving the tip touching you, then slammed it back in, the force shoving you up the bed. And he did it again⌠and again⌠and again, setting the pace and speeding up.
He grunted, âTaking Daddy so well -â
âNo⌠no âdaddyâ shit.â, you groaned back.
âSorry⌠thought Iâd take a chance⌠shouldâve called it.â, he panted, âDonât look like a Daddyâs Girl.â
âD-Dieter - just shut up.â
He smiled as his unruly curls moved and his huffing breath panting out of him in time with his thrusts. His brows then crossed in concentration as his hands dug into your hip and thigh, holding you in place as he pounded into you. Any further communication between you was wordless, conveyed with your eyes, sounds and hands pushing and pulling one another.
Your orgasm began to crash down on you, and Dieter suddenly pulled out, leaving your hole clenching on nothing and your climax fizzling out. Before you could ask âwhat the fuck?â at his sudden removal, his own spend splooshed on your mound, hot and sticky.
âFuck⌠Iâm sorry.â, he panted, sitting back on his knees and wiping his face with his large palm. âYou got a good pussy, baby. I just couldnât help it and raw dogginâ is fun and all, but not chancing any little DBâs running around.â
You nodded slightly out of breath yourself. âItâs fine. I mean, you made me cum already and I-â
Your sentence was halted by Dieter lowering his face to the crux of your thighs and licking up his cum. Slack jawed and in awe, you watched him clean you up with his tongue.
When he dipped his tongue into your sensitive folds, he stopped and his eyes went wide. You felt him lick at something then he sat back, chewing on something.
âWhat-â
âPistachio crumb. Must have left it behind when I was down there earlier.â
Your face skewed in amusement and disgust and Dieter just smiled.
âWaste not, want not.â, he smugly proclaimed before diving back in.Â
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Please do bratty Connie x Ony I will give you my heart and lung PLS đand 500k
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âpa put it downâ ony grumbled his voice low and demanding as he stared daggers into the man in front of him. connie just sighed, tightening his grip on the sneaker as he gave his boyfriend angry eyes. âsânot fair tho. you jus bought sneakers the other day so why canât i get a pair? actin like you canât afford em or sumâ connie mumbled his last sentence as he turned around to find an employee. this has been going on all day. since connie was able to pass all his finals, ony promised to spoil him a little bit, but that quickly blew up in his face when he seen the pointless shit his boyfriend had him buying.
from jeans that he knew connie would only wear once all the way to some cartier glasses that the boy absolutely did not need, ony was doing something he hated, wasting money. he decided to cut the shopping spree short, purposely bringing up food so connie could agree to leave. as ony walked him out of the mall so they could go eat, connieâs spoiled ass couldnât help but wonder into a sneaker store, his light brown hands holding about four different pairs of sneakers as he went up to an employee for his size. as they left to go find his desired size, connie had the audacity to get up and look for another shoe to add to the list as if he didnât just pick up four other ones. being the reasonable boyfriend he was, ony told him to put it back but of course he didnât listen. connie went to another employee and asked her to go look for that shoe as well.
âcâmere papaâ he mumbled, an angry look slowly making its way to his face as connie rolled his eyes before walking towards him. âwhatâ his attitude only made ony more upset as he spoke lowly in his ear. âyou actin like a brat right now and ion like that, pick one pair of shoes and after that we leavingâ connie sucked his teeth at his words, quickly moving back from him before giving ony an annoyed look. âhow you gon promise to take me out and get me whatever i want then gon tell me what i can and canât have? thatâs mad weird and now you pissing me off. ion even want the shoes no more and ian hungry either. jus take me homeâ
ony had been letting him slide for awhile now, knowing how stressed connie was while studying for his finals, but since connie has been getting a little too comfortable talking to him any type of way ony felt today was a good day to handle that. âaightâ was all he said before walking towards the exit, not even waiting for connie to be at his side as he made his way towards the parking lot. connie rolled his eyes, mumbling something to himself as he followed behind him.
it was in less than thirty minutes before ony had him on the side of the road, both hands spread on the window of his black benz as he relentlessly pounded into connie from behind. âtoday was posed tâbe a good day papa, you just had târuin it wit that nasty ass attitudeâ he groaned, his dark brown hand landing hard slaps to the hot, red skin of connieâs ass. his whimpers and moans were soaking into the fabric of his shirt between his teeth as tears slid down his cheeks. âmâsrryyyyâ he whined, his slurred speech only making ony harder as he tightened the grip his other hand had on the back of connieâs neck.
âfuck i know baby, daddy still loves youâ onyâs deep voice went straight to connieâs dick as he began to fuck himself back into ony to reach his release. ony notices this, quickly moving his hand from his ass to his waist to stop the desperate movements. âunt uhh you gon take what i give you. i love you, but you still gotta learnâ with that he thrusted into him fully, enjoying the sound of his yelps as connie opened his mouth completely. the wet fabric of his shirt fell from his pink lips as he felt onyâs dick reach his g spot. âf-fuckk da pleaseeeâ
a smirk planted on onyâs lips, his hips never faltering as he reached around connieâs body to slowly stroke him with his hand. âplease what pa, talk tâmeâ connieâs body jerked at the feeling, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he stepped closer and closer to his end. âp-please can i cum. mânot gon be able tâhold it daâ he whined, his hands beginning to slip from the window. ony quickly grabbed both of connieâs hands, holding them in his grip as he pinned them back to the glass. âsay you sorry first. you know ion play wit you like thatâ it was almost instant when connie started spilling apologies and âi love yousâ all throughout the atmosphere of the car. âmâsorry da i really really amâŚ..love you so muchâŚ.so so much fuckk mâgonna cumâ
ony smirked at his desperation, giving connieâs dick a tight squeeze before stroking him at a quicker pace. ony felt his release as well, slamming his hips into him harder as he spoke lowly in his boyfriends ear. âaight pa go head i forgive youâ he groaned, leaving no room for a reply as the both of them let their orgasms rush through them. connieâs eyes lost focus as his body grew weak, his wet ropes of cum shooting onto the black leather seats of the car. ony came soon after, his thick ropes filling connieâs entrance to the brim as he stayed fully buried in him to catch his breath. as the sight of his weakened state, ony knew connie was seconds away from falling asleep, giving him light taps on the face to wake him back up. âstay wit me pa, i gotta clean you upâ
ony made sure to get connie dressed, helping him back into the passenger seat before cleaning up the evidence of their actions from the back. as he sat down in the drivers seat, readying his keys to start the car he took a quick glance at his exhausted boyfriend. âhere babyâ he mumbled, holding out his phone for connie to take. as his light brown eyes looked at the screen he noticed a sneaker app with the search bar out for him to type something. âyou furreal?â connie said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he looked at his boyfriend for approval.
a chuckle flew through onyâs brown lips, his inked hand gravitating towards the nape of connieâs neck as he spoke. âonly the five you picked up at the store. if you get extra shit ima know and ima handle you aight?â connie nodded his head, not paying any more attention to his boyfriend as he went to search up the first pair he picked up. ony shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he started the car and headed in the direction of the chinese restaurant connie liked.
âspoiled assâ
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wip wednesday!
thanks for the tag angel baby @guiltyasdave <3 ⢠18+ under the cut! MDNI!
wip #1 ⢠far too familiar a strangerâŚfeat. logan howlett (& crimson!)
a long time ago, logan howlett knew a woman with your faceâŚ
i couldnât not write a âworst!logan coming face to face with his tragically dead love interest but from wadeâs universe after wade forced her to help them stop the TVA and hating her for bringing up that time in his life until he doesnât anymoreâ fic.
it's crimson because i felt that making whole new mutant reader would be sort of confusing so this fic is in the to the bone universe but it's not the same timeline...if that makes sense lmao
Wade Wilson is the worst neighbor in the entire fucking world. Itâs really something you should have known sooner, like âthe very first day in your new place ending with him breaking in through your window fully suited up after counting the floors wrong and bleeding all over your brand new pottery barn throw rug because he was still a little too concussed to walkâ sooner. Even after that whole fiasco left you with a broken window latch and a beyond fucked non-refundable $80 carpet, you still let yourself entertain his crazy. Just like everyone else whose life Wade crashed into, both physically or metaphorically. And once he's in, you can never really get him back out again. So yeah, maybe this whole thing is your fault. Maybe getting thrown into a barren, dusty void with two somewhat failed X-Men is just all your bad karma manifesting in one huge finger from the universe.
wip #2 ⢠red and yellow kill a fellow! feat. logan howlett & wade wilson
logan doesnât appreciate you letting wade get one up on himâŚ
finally finally finally getting off my ass and writing logan x reader x wade! i was inspired by this one episode of satc (which is like my favorite show ever bee tee dubs) where charlotte goes out with two guys at the same time and she has sex with one but not the other until one of them catches her with the other guy and they all break it off.
my vision is a little different cause instead of getting mad and leaving when logan finds out reader fucked wade and not him, he figures it's his turn to get even. aka wade in the cuck chair and loving it.
The three of you pass a BMW sitting in a no parking zone, all four windows rolled down as Madonna blasts through the speakers. "So," Wade says, voice breaking the silence for the first time in five minutes. "Who white-washed your guts better?" You nearly trip over your own feet, whipping your head to gape at Wade. "Fucking excuse me?" "You know," Wade shrugs, like it's a perfectly normal thing to ask. The leisurely pace of his stroll not slowing, his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "Who carved the lyrical railway better?" He just keeps going as you stare at him with a repulsed look on your face. "The number one stud that's stuffin' your muffin? That's takin the ol' bald-headed gnome for a satisfying stroll in the misty forest. Pick one hot stuff, they all mean the same thing." Before you can even answer there's a rough, questioning grunt from your right and your stomach flips. Oh. Logan, he was still here too. Still here and right next to you, listening. Oh yeah. "You fucked?" You still haven't slept with Logan yet. You turn to him face slowly, eyes a hair wide as you take in the sharp raise of his brow. "Um..." "Whoops," Wade snorts from somewhere behind your shoulder. "Cat's out the bag."
wip #3 ⢠it's the easiest thing (just love me and eat me) feat. logan howlett
itâs not often that logan needs this, but youâre always more than happy to give it to him when he doesâŚ
the same requested sub!logan fic from last wednesday just with a new name and weirder energy! like this has really gotten away from me and turned into something that i can't really explain well enough to make it sound like chill...
lots of religious imagery and symbolism...and some metaphors of cannibalism...idk i'm just a girl with religious trauma and a weird blood fetish sue me.
You've come to think that being in bed with Logan is like being in church. The familiar weight of his body pressing you into the mattress is the alter. The heat of it like laying in the burning flame of a candle. The strong planes of his muscles each a different scripture that you take in by touch alone, skating your hands over his skin with something close to worship. Each bead of sweat on his skin feels sacred, a testament to the intensity between you, as though every part of him has been crafted for this moment of devotion. The hard length of his cock carves a place for itself inside you, each heavy smack of his hips punching another desperate sound out of your slack lips. His breath, deep and ragged, is a chant that pulls you into reverence. It puffs against the wild beat of your pulse, his lips brushing over the fever hot plane of your skin. The sound of your name pulled from his mouth sounds like a prayer answered. You canât help but close your eyes, not in exhaustion, but in a kind of spiritual surrender, like by shutting out the world, you can truly grasp the divinity of it. There's a holiness to the way he holds youâlike youâre the only thing worth believing in.
kisses!
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Need - jude bellingham đ
this is my first time writing a fic so my grammar and spelling is horrible lol iâm open to criticism so feel free to tell me what i should improve on !! if you want to leave suggestion all feel free !!
Him wanting you was an understatement.
He needed you.
He needed to ruin you in every way possible.
He needed to undress the innocence that wrapped around you like a cloth and taint you with every sin known to man.
He needed to break every part of you and then piece you back together with love that is on the edge of consuming him.
The lustful attention thrown at you did nothing to sedate the thoughts of having you to himself, your very being belonging to him. Only him.
Everyone could see it, from his unwavering longing gazes, to his protective touches, everyone but you. Your oblivious nature didnât mean your feelings towards him were platonic like they once were.
You started to feel a sudden shift when Jude moved to real madrid, his confidence and physique filled you with an indescribable feeling, one youâve never felt before, his friendship was always something you treasured dearly but now you found yourself craving for something more.
You might be oblivious however he wasnât. He saw the way youâd blush when heâd hold your hand protectively guiding you through a crowd or when you clenched your thighs together as you watch him working out. But he knew you wasnât ready, although your thoughts mirrored his, your thoughts were clouded with confusion as to what these emotions were. He was willing to wait for you, rejecting the urge to destroy his years of self control.
That was until he saw you in Rodrygoâs embrace after a match. Jude gathered his things ready to finally see you and sink into your warm presence only to find you with someone else.He was aware that your relationship is nothing more than a âplatonic pairâ, but his self control cracked as unreasonable rage consumed him.
You felt a hand dragging you out of the stadium, into the parking lot and pulled you into the passenger seat, to then sit on the opposite side without a word.(pretend jude has his license lol)
You were about to question what the hell just happened but his clenched jaw and tight grip on the steering wheel made you hesitate a little. After a few minutes of silence you mustered up the courage to ask.
âJude are you mad at meâ you said quietly. He turned towards you with a dark look that softened a little as soon as he saw the soft gaze directed at him almost forgetting that you where in the arms of another.
He turned away refusing to let your eyes deter him and asked âwhat were you doing with Rodrygo babyâ his calm tone that once offered you comfort now fills you with unease.
âRodrygo is also my friend Jude i was congratulating him on the winâ you tilt your head in confusion you didnât see why you need to offer an explanation.
He lets out a sarcastic laugh that made a shiver run down your spine but that didnât stop your frustration.
â i donât see why you have an issue with this you donât-â he cuts you off.
âfinish that sentence Y/N go on i dare youâ
your mouth clamps shut in submission surprising the hell out of you. He exists the car and walks over to your side and opens it. Even his rage couldnât stop him from taking care of you and it made your heart flutter in your chest.
He takes your hand taking you up to the hotel room where you were staying until you two return back home from Barcelona. He swipes the card key opening the door and pushes you onto the wall beside it.
âJude â youâre silenced by the hand the creeps up to your waist. You can feel the anger vibrate off of him and form into a state of desperation.
âi love it when you say my name baby it drives me fucking crazy, â his voice filled with a need that mirrored your own.
âjude-â he groans which makes your body fill with warmth and shock.
âdid his arms feel this good y/nâ he questions as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, his breath ticking the special spot that made squirm.
ân-noâ his hands go up his jersey that you were wearing and he rests them on your stomach. The heat of your body clashes with his cool skin leaving your mind hazy.
âyouâre already gone, and iâve barely touched you sweetheartâ he chuckles in a way you found so attractive it made you freeze in his hold. This was wrong he was your friend.
âjude âyou whine and his grip on you tightens.
âhmmâ he groans into your neck again heightening your arousal.
âfriends donâtâ you were to shy to carry on, to admit whatâs happening between the two of you. However, Jude wanted to hear you say it. He needed to hear you say it.
âbest friends donât what ? i wanna hear you say it baby go onâ he looked up at you but his gaze was too much to bare so you look away.
âb-best friends donât touch each other like thisâ you stuttered. Deep down he knew you were right but his frustration was clouding his judgment.
Your chest moving with every breath, the slight tremble your body omits is enough for him to bend you over right now and have his way with you.
"okay then ill back away and we will pretend this didnt happen" his voice so soft it sounded like a whisper, he saw the disappointment quickly surround the lust in your eyes. Jude felt his shorts tighten around him begging for release.
"is that what you want y/n you want us to be just friends?" he taunts as he raises those hands further up your body. God those hands drove you crazy you never want him to let you go.
The undiscribable feelings you felt now made sense, you wanted everything he wanted to give you, forgetting and remaining in the comfort of friendship was the last thing you desire.
You desire him. The words you want to say were stuck in your throat, the ability to express them were always denied in his presence, so you look away only for him to turn your head so you can face him again.
" nah baby i want you looking straight at me" his grip on your chin is firm. His eyes overwhelmed with determination. "tell me" he says.
"i-i dont want that jude" he gives you a nod in encouragement telling you to go on, which makes you drip with arousal and confidence which leads you to utter;
"i want you jude" you take step closer even though it was impossible with how intertwined your bodies were.
" i need you jude" you whimper in his hold as he moans at the juxtaposing innocence and lust swimming in your eyes. He brings you into a long awaited kiss that conveying the burning desire and desperation, making you both dizzy.
Judeâs thoughts weâre preoccupied with one thingâŚ
You needed him.
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SOMEBODY ELSE !
â chapter 11. deja vu.
a/n â sorry neteyam girlies (im not)
series masterlist. | previous / next
written portion below. â
You walked out of the building, finally wearing an outfit appropriate for the weather. You pulled the hood of your jacket up, shielding your face from the wind when you noticed Ao'nung's car pull up.
The window in front of you rolled down, revealing the grinning boy. "Get in the car loser, we're going shopping."
"Since when did you know mean girls?"
"Since Tsireya was my sister," he snorted, parking the car in an empty space. "So, I figure we should probably talk about what you wanted right now?"
"Oh yeah," you cleared your throat, the joking atmosphere quickly dissipating. "It's justâ me and Neteyam got into an argument yesterday? Violet told him some dumb shit, like you were using me or it was all just a bet you were going forâ and I defended you and that's why me and him foughtâ but now I can't stop thinking about it and I feel horrible for even thinking that about you."
Ao'nung listened carefully, not once interrupting in your rambling. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, running a hand over his face. "Me and Violet dated for likeâ a month at best? And we weren't all that serious, okay? We were friends with benefits and she wanted more one day and I just thought, why not, you know? It's fucked up but I didn't like her all that muchâ and when I finally told her and broke it off she felt used and went off telling all the other girls I went for that I was doing the same exact thing to them that I did to her."
Your eyes widened at the revelation, chewing on your cheek nervously. He hadn't directly addressed your worrying, which only made you feel worse, but nevertheless you stayed silent, letting him continue.
"But I swear on my life, y/n, I'm not using you. I never was. If I'm serious about anything, it's you. I liked you from the start, and I never would've started anything if I felt anything less."
You released a breath you weren't even aware you were holding, and nodded happily. "That's uhâ good to know." You grinned, trying to hide the blush painting your cheeks when you met his smug eyes.
Yet the more you thought about it, the more the guilt weighed you down. Ao'nung was so patient, so understanding, how were you not ready? You still somehow had feelings for a man who hurt you over and over again (granted unknowingly) and you still couldn't move on?
Noticing your silence, Ao'nung placed a hand over yours. "Everything ok?"
Sighing, you softly intertwined your fingers together with his. "I feel horrible," you mumbled quietly, causing him to dip his head closer to your face. "I mean, you're just so- so understanding? You're so patient, you stick around when I tell you I'm not ready, and you don't get mad when I accuse you of really stupid things, and I just get why you're waiting on me when you could be with another girl who's ready now."
"Y/n," he cooed, his hand gently grabbing you by your chin to look up at him. "I wait for you because I want to. You're not horrible to me, I love your company, and you're still getting over a breakup. Knowing you like me back is enough for me."
His words of reassurance did little to ease your guilt, but you nodded anyways. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he smiled, pressing a loving kiss to your knuckles. "Now let's go get some coffee, mkay? There's no way you had time to get it before I picked you up, you're in a fight with your coffee supplier."
"Ugh, don't remind me." You groaned, bringing your legs close to your chest, almost resembling a ball and resting your head on Ao'nungs arm as he pulled out from the parking lot, going to the cafe.
As you guys walked into the cafe, you'd finally given yourself a break, trying to forget about your worries and the fight from yesterday.
All of that went out the window when you saw Neteyam animatedly talking to Violet inside.
And it reminded you of a time you knew all too well.
FUN FACTS !
â neteyam and y/n would sit at the same booth everytime they went to the cafe and neteyam's been sitting with violet there the past couple times
â ao'nung convinced y/n to get his drink order this time and she hated it
â violet saw y/n and ao'nung but neteyam didn't
â
a/n â lowk end is cringe bUT CLIFFHANGER MWUAHAHA
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Gym day.
Summary: in which you go to the gym with your significant other cause he wanted you to join. He failed to mention just how many women actually ogle him when heâs there and you just have to prove a point and show that heâs all yours.
-slightly suggestive content nothing too extreme!
Starts below the cut
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Enjoy.
Youâd finally found the time to go to the gym with him and never really went cause it was quite boring to you. You used to go a lot at first when you met him and once he started working and staying out late at night he had to start going in the morning.
You both would go at night when it was empty and less people around which gave him the opportunity to mess around with you from time to time, smacking your ass while you squat, pretending to bang you when youâd bend over and pick something up or while you were stretching, all the dumb shit.
âItâs not that bad baby, kakucho will be there, plus you can do what all those other women do and just run on the treadmill and talk shit, or ogle meâ he said and you smacked his shoulder.
âHey! First of all, they better not ogle you and I didnât wake up this early to run on a treadmill I will walk though.â He just shrugged his shoulders and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
âThey do ogle me and itâs fucking weird I ignore them though and it makes them very mad.â He said laughing as he pulled into a parking space.
âYeah well if they do it today Iâll make sure they find another gym.â You laughed with him as well while getting out the car.
He watched you walk in as he got out and you turned around and winked at him. He stared at you in a black zip up jacket and grey leggings that accentuated all your curvesďżź that could make any woman in there jealous.
You scanned your little membership card and walked to the locker room to put your belongings away. You saw many women stare at you as you did but kept your head down with a smirk as you folded your zip up and left the cropped long sleeve shirt on. You slipped your sneakers on, grabbed your water bottle and clicked the lock shut and stuffed the key into your pocket.
Once you were on the treadmill so you could warm up before doing anything else you put it on a slow setting, put your headphones in and hit shuffle.
You looked over towards the weights and you could see Rindou spotting kakucho while he was on the bench press.
Maybe he was right, I could ogle him from here and no wonder these women did it too.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and you could see a woman on the treadmill next to you. âSorry to bother, heâs good looking right?â She said and nodded her head in rindous direction.
âHeh, yeah he is I guess.â You said playing along just to see how far you could go with it.
âGood luck with that one, heâs hard headed, doesnât respond, might have a type.â She tried to size you up subtly with a smile.
âMaybe, have you tried approaching him yourself? Or did he just ignore you?â You asked trying to sound as genuine as possible while trying not to laugh.
âYeah, he didnât say anything but just looked away I think I made him nervous. Like I said, he may have a type.â She shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit taller than you, very thin, long dark hair. You smirked to yourself. This was too easy.
âHmm, you think I could?â You said and she looked over and kinda scoffed.
âI donât know lets see, go on.â She said and you paused the treadmill and laughed to yourself while walking over.
Him and kakucho were just standing there and you looked back to see the girl whispering to 2 other girls and another 2 watching as well.
You tapped him on the shoulder and slowly slid your hand down his back. âBaby, do me a favor and try to act like you donât know me but those girls really do think I couldnât get your number or talk to you so, I think I gotta show em how itâs done.â He just looked down and smiled â youâre an assholeâ
â I know, can I please get your number though? I think we should go on a date tonight?â You said and he slipped his phone out his pocket and placed it in your hand and he grabbed your phone from your pocket without hesitation.
âNever told me you had a boyfriend? Whose this man thatâs your wallpaper y/n?â He said while laughing at you.
âYou dork.â
âLet this dork kiss you so that way those hags can stop glaring at us.â He smirked and wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into a deep loving kiss.
His hand started to slip and he gave your buttcheek a squeeze.
âOkay too much.â Kakucho said and grabbed your man by the back of his shirt and pulled him away.
You tossed him his phone back and walked over to the shocked group of women.
âHow did you..?â She said kinda disappointed.
âMaybe, try asking if heâs in a relationship first, weâve been dating for a few years now. And he really isnât all that interested in anyone who isnât me.â You said simply putting your headphones back in and continuing your warm up.
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Introducing... 8 am in the (fucking) neighborhood
Papyrus is back with the groceries.
Unfortunately, his Karen neighbor is still mad at him for ruining her perfect white wall.
Alas, Papyrus is in trouble once again! (or not).
You can read it down the line or on AO3:
8 a.m in the neighborhood
Papyrus finally had his groceries. After a long morning that almost felt like an entire year, the house was finally in sight. He took a look at the clock in his car. He had to meet with Undyne at 2 p.m., which meant he would have to leave at precisely 1:38 p.m. to be on time. It would leave him plenty of time to clean the groceries and wait by the door until it was time to leave.
The skeleton turned at the end of the road to park in his alley. Or at least he intended to. Because he had to stop almost immediately.
His two bins were in the middle of the alley again.
Oh no. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Please, please just leave him aloneâŚ
A terrible knock on his window made him jump out of his bones. He looked up in disbelief. Here she was once again.
His Karen neighbor.
Papyrus tried to keep his cool. Everyone said he was the most patient monster they had ever met. So he was going to honor them and be patient with her as well. He could do this. He was the Great Papyrus after all!
He forced a smile and rolled down the window.
"DEAR NEIGHBOR, WE MEET AGAIN! IS SOMETHING WRONG?"
"Something wrong? You dare to ask me if something is wrong? You ruined my wall!"
Papyrus turned around. Ah, yes. He almost forgot the amazing crack he made in that horrible perfect clean white house of hers. She was just dramatic. If he closed his eyes hard enough, no one could notice it.
The skeleton rolled his eyes. Where was he? Ah yes, being patient. He was the great Papyrus and according to Tumblr, he was supposed to be nice and always smiling, because cute boys can't be sad or have a bad day. He couldn't betray his Tumblr fans. He needed to stay in his role. Hum⌠What would his Tumblr fans do in these types of situations?
Oh!
He knew!
"RUINED IS A BIG WORD. YOU COULD EASILY HIDE IT. I SUGGEST YOU PUT A PRIDE FLAG ABOVE IT AS WE ARE IN JUNE, THE PROUDEST MONTH OF ALL!"
Well, for sure, Karen didn't expect that. Her face turned from angry to disgusted very fast. Did he say something wrong?
"You are one of them?"
"THEM?"
"Those people who are identifying to helicopters and wearing pink thongs in the streets. Don't you think you did enough already? You're going to contaminate the children with your⌠Ideology. We're respectable people in this street, you can't just show your pink string to the children and call that an identity. That's absolutely disgusting."
Papyrus shuts his mouth in a loud bone noise. He took a deep breath, then made a slow turn towards the screen of his phone, hanging to the opposite window of his car.
"DEAR TUMBLR FANS, I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS AS I WILL BE OBLIGED TO USE A LOT OF STRONG WORDS IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS THAT ARE NOT VERY PAPYRUS AT ALL BUT HOLY FUCK. EXCUSE ME FOR A SECOND."
"Who are you even talking to? Do you hear voices?"
Papyrus forced a huge smile and met her eyes.
"JEEZ LADY, YOU ARE SOMETHING ELSE. I KNEW YOU WERE A RACIST FUCK ALREADY, BUT THAT'S EVEN MORE FUCKED UP SOMEHOW. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN SAYING? DO YOU THINK THIS IS A NORMAL THING TO SAY TO SOMEONE? DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT EDUCATION WHEN YOU HAVE THE LEVEL OF EDUCATION OF AN OYSTER."
She gasped loudly.
"I am not an oyster, you sick asshole!"
"THIS IS NOT THE POINT! YOU COULD BE A MOLLUSK OR A CRUSTACEAN FOR ALL I CARE, THIS DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING: YOUR OPINIONS ARE DISGUSTING, HURTFUL, AND DISGRADING. INSTEAD OF BEING JEALOUS OF ME AND MY GROCERIES, WHY WON'T YOU BUY SOME DECENCY TO THE GROCERY STORE? IT'S JUST TWO MINUTES DOWN THE STREET."
"I will talk to your brother about your behavior! If I can't make you realize how wrong you are, maybe he will! I can't believe how immature you are! What a shame for your kind! And gay with all of that! Poor, poor children! What an example you are for them!"
"FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT GAY BUT ASEXUAL AND AROMANTIC. SECONDLY, I AM AN ADULT AND CAN TALK TO MYSELF. AND LASTâŚ"
"if it can help, i don't identify as a helicopter but i for sure wear bright pink thongs. they're cute." Sans said from the first-floor window, watching the drama show playing in the street. "also, my bro is right. he's not gay. i am though. need something else?"
Karen opened and closed her mouth in shock, like a dying goldfish. She then let out a scream of rage and left, raging. Sans lazily waved goodbye at her as Papyrus, very satisfied, flipped his two middle fingers in her back. Anyway. He still had groceries to clean.
Maybe the day wouldn't be so bad after all.
Fuck Karens.
#let papyrus say fuck#letpapyrussayfuck#undertale#undertale ao3#undertale fic#undertale fanfic#papyrus#papyrus is mad#sans wears pink thongs#chaos ensues#have fun
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