#let me know if i need to take this down and put it on my own blog

[glamorizethechaos]

Lizzie | Jack Abbot x Wife Reader x Teen Daughter

Warnings: periods, using that gif bc of his little dad bod belly for his dad energy

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“Hey dad? Did mom leave yet?” Your daughter Elizabeth called from the doorway. Jack heard the tremble in her throat and his head snapped up immediately. His daughter stood biting her lip, desperate to hide the worry etched in her brow.

“Yeah, she had to leave early. Traffic is backed up on 19. What’s wrong, Lizzie?” He stood, balancing on the arm of the couch while reaching for his crutches.

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Honey wha-”

“I’m fine!” She snapped before turning down the hall back to her room. Shutting the door with a loud slam, the frames on the wall rattling from the force.

As soon as you set your stuff down in the nurses station, your phone buzzed in your back pocket.

Lizzie Abbot 🎀

“Hey honey, what’s up?” You asked while multitasking and checking the nights caseload.

“Mama?” She whimpered, causing you to direct all attention to your little girl. She never called you ‘mama’ unless she was scared or upset. She sounded both.

“Lizzie? What’s wrong.”

“I got my period.”

You felt your whole body relax and you let out an audible sigh of relief. Thank god it was only that, but you’d been in her position before. You knew that to her, this was absolutely the end of the world, and you weren’t there to help.

“Okay, okay. Calm down, you’re okay. Did you check my bathroom?”

“Yeah, you only had tampons. I don’t know how to use them.”

“Okay, that’s fine, does Dad know?”

“No no no! Please don’t tell him!”

“Honey he’s a doctor, AND your father. This is nothing to him.”

“Exactly, he’s my dad. I’d rather die.”

“Dana just left. I can see if she can drop something off on her way home. I’ll text you. But your father is gonna have to find out eventually”

Before you could even hang up, Jacks call came through on the other line.

Jack Abbot 💍

“Hey, Jack.”

“Hey, did Lizzie say anything before you left? She’s upset about something and won’t talk to me.”

You sighed. As much as you wanted to respect her wishes, remembering how absolutely mortifying it was when your father learned about your entry to womanhood, Jack needed to know.

“Yeah um—I just got off the phone with her. Hold on let me go somewhere more private.” You hurried away from the nurses station and into a free room. “She got her period. All I have are tampons in the bathroom. I should have been better prepared for this moment… but it’s hard to believe we have a teenager.”

“Oh— oh uh—right, okay, d-do you need me to run to the store?”

You chuckled to yourself at how flustered he seemed to be.

“Well that’s the problem. She is absolutely dead set on me not telling you, and she’d probably have my head on a stake if she knew we were having this conversation right now.”

“Are you sure it’s her period?”

“Jack.”

“Alright, alright yeah. It’s just weird. I feels like yesterday she was doing ballet routines for me in the leotard we’d have to bribe her with candy to take off and wash.”

“Looking back, she probably knew she’d get a lollipop if she put up a fight. I think we were played, Jack Abbot.”

“By a toddler at that”

“I’m just waiting on Dana to get back to me to see if she can drop som— hold on she just texted back— shit she has her daughter’s basketball game.”

“I’ll run to the drugstore it’s not a problem.”

“But Elizabeth is gonna make it everyone’s problem when I get home in the morning if you do…”

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After a brief back and forth with your daughter, about how she’d never talk to you again, you were the worst mother in the world, “Janies mom would never do this”, yada yada, you got a text from Jack.

A photo of the feminine hygiene aisle:

Jack Abbot 💍:

“Why the fuck are there that many pads and tampon choices? Wings? No wings? Scented. Unscented? Why would there even be scented ones? Which do I buy her?”

“You should see the shampoo aisle… just get her some regular and overnight pads for now. With wings. ‘Always’ is usually the brand I go for. Drop them outside her door like it’s a bomb and do not engage with the enemy.”

“Should I be scared?”

“Probably.”

“If you don’t hear from me in an hour, send the search party.”

“Just watch your other leg, soldier.”

“🙄”

45 minutes later your daughter heard the rustle of a plastic bag and her dad’s uneven gait down the hallway. She sat on her bed with her knees to her chest until she heard his footsteps retreat to his bedroom for the night. Her phone lit up.

Dad 💙🦿

“Let me know if you need anything else.”

She crept to the door and opened it slowly, at her feet was the Target bag and her favorite chocolate chip frappe from Starbucks (or a milkshake disguised as coffee as her dad calls it). Inside were the pads but also some candy, her favorite chips, a new book she told him about last week, and some ibuprofen with a post-it note on it that says “take two” in his chicken scratch.

Jacks phone chimed (on full blast may I add. He’s the only one in the family who wont have his phone on vibrate “in case they need me at the hospital”)

Lizzie ⚽️👩🏻‍🦰:

“Thanks”

“When you stop being scary, can I have some sour patch kids? I was in such a hurry I forgot to get a sweet treat for myself from the store :( “

“lol yes”

And then a text from you

Wife 😍:

“You make it out okay? Should I send search and rescue?”

“Survived. Barely.”

“I knew marrying an army vet with hostage negotiation skills would pay off eventually.”

[emmanation]

the senses shift last mindset is quietly ruining your journey

this whole senses shift last business has become a bit of a poisoned chalice. and i'm not saying that it's completely off the mark, it's not, but people take it and run in the entirely wrong direction. and when you're on the wrong track, no amount of speed is going to get you where you're meant to be.

so, now what it ends up doing is sneaking delay in through the back door.

like, okay, let's say you've ticked the box, signed the form, said "i'm in my dr," and then instead of just cracking on with it, you sit tight, waiting for the walls to turn marble white gold and the air to smell like the fragrance of jannah. and when that doesn't happen in five minutes flat, you say.....ah, well. senses shift last. i suppose it's still on the way.

when you do that, what you're actually doing is making waiting your state. we're past the point where you're assuming you're already there, now you're just assuming that you'll get there eventually, which means you're not there yet. and if you're not there yet, where are you?

right. still over here.

people in this community treat delay as if it's some abstract obstacle imposed by the universe or whatever system you subscribe to, alas, it is not an admin error or a queue in customs. it is entirely a you thing. it is you assuming it'll happen later, that it's not here now. that it's coming, but not arrived. and because you assume that, your awareness sits in the version of reality where you're still waiting.

it is entirely self-fulfilling, and you're dressing for a flight you've already missed.

the trouble is that people are pinning everything on the moment it feels different. they want the moment and the proof and the gut punch of realisation that comes along with it. but if you're chasing a moment, you're not living in the state, now you're just chasing it. you're treating the assumption as if it's a bet you picked, and now you're pacing the bookie's window to see if your horse came in, that's not how it works.

what's happening under the hood is: you affirm i am in my dr, and in doing so, you're placing your awareness there. like actually and practically because now that's where you are. and every time you come back to it, i am in my dr, you're reorienting. literally adjusting the wheel while driving. i hope. HOPE! you know that you're not waiting for something to occur, now you're just staying in line with what already is.

now, if instead, you go: "i am in my dr, but nothing has changed, so maybe it’s not working yet" then congratulations, you've booted yourself out of the assumption and back into the waiting room.

you're checking the post box for a letter you already wrote, signed, sealed, and sent to yourself.

this is what senses shift last should mean, that the feedback from your senses is often lagging behind the state you've chosen, and not because it's trying to punish you or teach you something. it's just a matter of where attention goes, your five senses are creatures of habit, they need a bit of time to catch up with what you've already internally accepted.

if you're standing around waiting for confirmation, you're doing what every beginner in this space does. you're treating the assumption as a request, not as the shift itself. you're assuming "i've affirmed, now the world will show me something." which is not how it works, the shift doesn't happen after the world proves it. the shift IS the moment you assumed. the rest is none of your business.

you think you're being realistic by saying "well, obviously it's not here yet, but it will be," but actually what you're doing is anchoring yourself to that very state of absence.

cause now every time you look around and say, it's not here yet, but it will be, you are doubling down on the idea that it's not here yet, not that it might be.

you're essentially watering the weed and then wondering why your flower bed is bare.

delay is not about time, nor is it about the universe putting you in a holding pen. your brain is dragging its feet. it's about you saying, i'll believe it when i see it, and then not seeing it, and then not believing it. and round it goes.

that's what delay is. it's a treadmill.

because you're literally not waiting for your senses. they are waiting for YOU.

this isn't a call for blind faith or performative cheerfulness or about pretending something's real until you're blue in the face.

you're understanding that awareness is the engine room, what you pay attention to IS what you affirm, and what you affirm is where you go.

so stop treating your senses like a litmus test.

it doesn't matter if you feel it. it doesn't matter if you see it.

it does not at all matter if the walls are still the same colour or your hands look the same. what matters is: did you say it? did you assume it? then that's it, and you're done, and now hold your line.

if you want to actually live in your dr, and not just sit at the platform waiting for the train to arrive, you've got to stop asking your senses for permission. so stop waiting for the fireworks, stop treating doubt like a weather system you have to brace for, your assumption is the state, your awareness is the shift.

now before the whole thing gets tied up with a neat little bow, we've got to address the panic side of things. because if there's one thing that really gums up the works, it's people thinking that their assumption isn't good enough, or isn't working, or that they've somehow done it wrong.

and once that line of thinking creeps in, the whole thing starts unravelling like a jumper caught on a nail.

so let's get this down plain and clear: changing your assumption is not akin to some metaphysical divorce proceeding.

you're not locked into one idea like it's a mortgage. you're allowed to, and in fact expected to, reorient. if you realise you've gone off course or gotten spooked by the silence, all you've got to do is pick a new line and keep walking. no bells and whistles, you shift the assumption, not the stars.

when you panic over whether or not the assumption is solid, or whether you've ruined the shift by having a bit of a wobble, you're playing hide and seek with your own reality. and not in a fun way.

you're the one with your hands on the wheel, right? and if you're constantly waiting for someone else to tell you it's safe to proceed, you're going to end up stuck at the lights until kingdom come.

when you fall into this pattern, the checking, the worrying, the outsourcing, what you're really doing is giving your power away to an imaginary tribunal. you're acting as if there's a central authority somewhere, monitoring your thoughts and stamping them approved or denied. there isn't, it's just you, always has been.

and yes, of course senses shift last can be comforting. especially for people who've spent years waiting, waiting to be seen, waiting to be chosen, waiting to feel different, waiting for a break, it slots right into the familiar groove. it says: don't worry, the delay is part of the process. you're doing fine. you'll get there. just trust this.

and it's tempting to cling to that, because in a world that runs on deferred gratification, it fits like an old pair of shoes.

alas, that comfort can turn into complacency, and then into passivity, and then into this soft-focus patience that masks what's actually happening, which is: you're sitting in the same place, hoping something external will do the heavy lifting.

but yet. shifting isn't something done to you, it's something you are.

you don't need to sit and twiddle your thumbs while waiting for confirmation.

nor do you need to wrestle with the question of whether it's happening.

you say it, and then you hold your line.

and if you wobble? if you slip? if the old assumptions creep back in? no need to light a candle or start over.

just drop the old one as if it's a bad habit and keep going. carry on as if.

that's all.

special applause reserved to the loveliest to lovely @sheeezu, who was my think thank throughout this.

[redrage71890]

Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Part 4

Synopsis: Sorting out ways to help Rumi's voice one day leads to the discovery of an emerging demon boy band. Their song hypnotic as they hastily gain fans all around. HUNTR/X being less than happy with the results.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Yandere

CW: None

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Word Count: 3.6k A/N: Hi I took a break and might have forgotten a few plot points whilst forgetting to write them down before hand :D

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"Girls! *huff* I'm sorry I'm late! I got caught up with someone..."

Bursting through the door of the empty restaurant (Y/N) apologises first without thinking. Seeing the three girls at a small table as they long forget their food.

Zoey and Mira gleams seeing the (f/c)nette, though Rumi looks more surprised. "(Y/N)! You made it." Zoey waves at her as the manager awkwardly waves back, taking a seat in between Mira and Rumi.

"Again, I'm sorry..."

"Hey. Its alright. We haven't really started eating anyway."

"No. Its not only that. What happened during rehearsals, I didn't mean to sound mean o-or dismissive of you girls. Its just stress for me. But! I p-promise I'll be better and I'll be there to back you girls up no matter what."

(Y/N) puts on a confident smile for the girls, a fluttering sensation flowing through their hearts at the rare sight. Zoey breaks the silence by giggling at the feeling in her chest. (Y/N) not particular sure why the black-nette started giggling but joined her nonetheless.

"But. Back to before." Cutting off their giggles with a more serious expression. "I'll be honest here, its going to be hard to reschedule the live show because of the sudden cancellation."

"We got that impression from Bobby earlier..." Mira states.

"I...I'm sorry guys. My voice, its in trouble."

'Trouble? That's new.'

"Wait, in trouble? Then why did you push up the 'Golden' release?"

"Because we're so close, and its so important." Rumi states. But her tone and words made (Y/N) curiously think more.

'So close?'

"Okay, how do we handle this? What do we tell the fans? Maybe we should call Celine?"

"I don't advice that. We know what she'd say."

"Oh, right."

"We are hunters. Voices strong. Your faults and fears must never be seen."

Zoey and Mira reciting what their predecessor echoed at them. (Y/N) furrowed her brows at the phrase.

Her and her mother were never one to follow that motto. Mother in particular despising it. It being forced upon her as she tried to hide all her faults to the point of breakdowns and frustration. It always made her searing patterns appear.

"Rumi, why don't we take a break? We'll skip the Idol Awards this year and-"

"No. No way. Its our most important show. Its when we strengthen the honmoon for the entire year. We can't skip it. We just can't. Not when I'm so close."

‘Close to what? You’re not telling us something Rumi. Though….isn’t that ironic…’

What’s (Y/N) to say about secrets when she herself hasn’t been completely honest. But when has anyone ever been completely transparent. It’s not like every secret needs to be spilled just because someone wants to know. We have a right to keep things to ourselves.

Though in this case, Rumi’s secret might become a massive headache for them.

”Hey, we’ll get through this. We can get through anything. Together.” Zoey’s encouragement bringing on a slightly more relaxed expression on Rumi.

”Okay. We have two weeks to fix Rumi’s voice. Any ideas?”

”I do have one idea.”

”Just one?”

“Shoot, Zoey.”

”Okay, actually, 57, but let’s start with my favourite. Don’t worry. It’s totally legit.”

Shrugging her shoulders and leaning on her elbow against the table, (Y/N) watches the girls listen to Zoey explaining some of her ideas.

She won’t outright say it in the moment, but some of these ideas boarded along the lines of obvious scams and false promises. As much as Zoey at times annoyed (Y/N), she didn’t have the heart to tell her the likely truths.

“(Y/N), why aren’t you eating? We ordered plenty for you.” Zoey questions their manager. “O-Oh, right. Sorry I’ve been a bit lost in thought recently.” Brushing off their stares she picks up her utensils and began digging into her food.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Mira asks with a more worried frown. Zoey and Rumi holding similar expressions with more concern.

Seeing as she can’t get herself out of this conversation, she just sighed and stopped eating. “(Sigh) I’m not getting away from this, am I?” Averting her gaze up to meet the three sets of eyes on her. “Okay then. I….had another….one of my episodes. Right when Rumi left rehearsals...”

Uttering those words, the hunters all clung to her body in a tight yet comforting hug. It’s not been the first time this happened. Well. More like the third time this happened.

The first time was after their debut, a quite public breakdown occurred back stage. It was embarrassing to be seen by the staff. Her mother was the one that told the girls of her anxiety attacks.

The second was right before the tour started. The sheer amount of organising, meetings and calls she did was breaking her mind out of pure exhaustion. The girls found her hyperventilating in the bathroom on the dirty tiles with her attempted eyeliner dripping down her face.

And now, marks the third time.

Well, they technically weren’t there for this one.

A private meltdown with no one to hear or comfort her.

"Never apologise for experiencing that. We should be sorry for not being there for you." Mira gently pats her (f/c) hair.

"Please don't be afraid to come for us! We will always be there for you!" Zoey cries out clinging to her back.

"Yes, (Y/N). Let us know if anything troubles you. We'll do anything to help in anyway!" Rumi adds hugging her side.

The three hunters felt guilty for there actions. Not being there for (Y/N) hurt them. They hate seeing her so stressed. The girls really wish their lovely manager would confined in them more.

Unfortunately though, their said manager just really needed a breath of fresh air that's currently being crushed out of her lungs.

"G-Guys....y-you can let go n-now..."

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After a big hugging session putting the four of them to sleep, the girls dressed in their best disguises and went out in the streets of Seoul. (Y/N) was glad she managed to sleep for a whole night for once. But she still wished she slept in her own bed and not on the couch with the girls.

Donning her classic baggy attire but with a cap obscuring her eyes. Ignoring the face mask as she got the feeling it wasn't necessary. Though she also remembered Jinu and his buddies putting on a show today. Just before leaving she stuffed the flyer in her pockets as a reminder.

But as of now, she follows the girls to make sure this guy Zoey recommends doesn't do anything.

Though hearing what Zoey is saying makes her want to divert them away as fast as possible.

"He's got this special tonic. Apparently, it can heal anything from sore throats to relationship problems."

'Oh you don't say!'

"Ssh! Quietly, Zoey."

"Why are there so many people today?"

(Y/N) noted how populated the area is at the moment. Of course the girls are worried about being seen and finding their disguises online. Our girl especially would rather not be seen on any post.

"Down that alleyway."

Diverging their path from the busy streets, they stood at the foot of an old hanok building refurnished to a clinic with an LED sign with the name 'Han 의원'.

'Yeah... this seems totally legit...'

"Yep, about as legit as I expected."

"Glad to know I'm not the only one thinking that." Mira smiles her way unknowingly.

"Earth and herby. Smells legit to me."

"Yay! That's the spirit! 가자 가자 가자!"

"Hurry, before someone sees us."

Entering the building the girls are greeted with the appearance of a usual doctors front desk/office. Though catching the eyes of our manager and Rumi was a wall lined with numerous signed framed pictures of the doctor and what appears to be celebrities. Seemingly other idols.

Though one picture caught her eye.

A group of four boys giving each other a back hug whilst leaning on the others shoulders, with the doctor strangely at one side gesturing to them. Those faces were oddly familiar.

Dragging her out of her head was the sound of the doctor entering. Standing up to bow and greet the doctor as he urges them to sit.

"You need no introduction. So, a problem with your voice."

"Yes. So we need one of your awesome tonics. Something that will work super fast."

"Okay, let me see."

(Y/N) automatically knew they guy ain't legit. Not bothering to do a proper examination of her throat and instead just staring at her with bulged out eyes.

"I see. I see.... No. Actually, I don't see. Very strange. You have lots of walls up."

"Whoa! He's so good, right?"

"I dunno about that Zoey..." Muttering to herself while messaging her temples.

Rumi scoffs at the comment but Mira quickly affirms that she indeed, does. Denial is not exactly on her side today.

"I'm just trying to stay focused."

"Focus is good, but focusing on one part leads to ignoring other parts, making you separated, isolated."

Her brows raised at the observation. Her own experience agrees with the statement. Mira and Zoey quickly agreeing with the doctor and stating their own views of the sometimes emotionally closed off workaholic known as Rumi. Their leader.

'This does not feel like a doctors appointment. If anything, its just a guy stating out obvious traits and iss-'

"Quiet, yet vocal. A mind racing with thoughts unheard. Silenced by those around, only eager for something else."

She didn't realise the doctor was pointedly staring at her.

"W-What?"

"Yeah, what are saying to our dear manager!" Zoey exclaims clinging onto her side.

"Z-Zoey. Its fine. P-Please let go." She asks of the eager girl, the said giving her some sparkly puppy eyes before letting go.

"How does this help me get my voice back?"

"As I said, to treat the part, we must understand the whole."

"(Groan) That's great, but I thought we were here just for your tonics."

"Just give us the voice juice."

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Whilst the girls were waiting for the tonics, (Y/N) decided to wait outside for them. She trusts them enough to get the tonics, as much as she isn't fond of them.

That picture on the wall seemed oddly familiar.

'Where have I seen those boys from...'

With her time as a manager for HUNTR/X, she's seen and met a fair share of trainees and idols. Perhaps that is why they seemed familiar. But even then, nothing noteworthy comes up when she saw their faces. Man she wishes she could remember where she saw these guys.

Shaking her head to try and ward off these strangely curious thoughts.

'This shouldn't be occupying my brain as much as it should. I should be thinking about another song to sing for tomorrow night, I have another pacifying to d-'

"Oof!"

"Sorry, are you alright?"

So caught up in her mind that she ended up wandering out of the alleyway. Clashing bodies with a strong built guy and falling to her knees by accident.

"Y-Yeah, I'm f-fin- Oh. You're the guys I saw with Jinu last night." Meeting the familiar short pink haired friend of Jinu. The said male had his eyes widen slightly before turning down back to normal. A glint of mischief in his eyes with a thought.

"We never fully introduced ourselves, I'm called Abby." Bowing his head slightly as a greeting whilst helping her up.

"I'm Romance, Jinu mentioned me last time we saw each other." The longer pink haired male comes up from behind and leans on Abby's shoulder.

"I remember that."

"The one pouting behind me is our maknae, Baby Saja. And the last with the long fringe is Mystery." The mentioned maknae side-eyed Romance from his confirmed pouting face.

(Y/N) felt a chin resting on her shoulder, feeling the fluffy silver grey hair of Mystery tickling her face and neck. His close contact sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine. Glancing her gaze down slightly, she can see the slight run-through of purple patterns across his exposed face, a quick reminder on what they are really.

Moving her shoulders up forces Mystery off with a sad pout on his face from the action.

"Well, its nice to meet you guys. Aren't you performing today?" She questions with a shiver to her body, still uncomfortable with Mystery's strange 'greeting' to her.

"Why yes, we are. Are you sticking around to watch us?" Romance asks with a flirtatious wink.

(Y/N) already decided she was going to watch them, purely to see what kind of concept her and HUNTR/X are working against. Though the pastel clothing was enough to tell her. Now its a matter of curiosity.

Shrugging her shoulders while stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I don't see why not. I'm actually also waiting for some friends, so I may as well kill some time."

"I'm so glad to hear that!"

Turning up her attention she sees Jinu pushing past the other boys (who don't look that happy with the action), an excited expression etching onto his face upon seeing her. His presence calming her shivers ever so slightly.

"I'm gonna assume you were organising your stage Jinu?" Crossing her arms and putting on a more professional tone. She may consider Jinu a new friend, but that doesn't mean he's off the hook as a demon yet.

His reason for being on the surface is enough to raise suspicion.

"Your powers would be of great use, considering you guys don't seem to have a manager in sight. (muttering) Even I don't think a company is willing to sign you and debut you the same year, let alone week." Her muttering went under their ears, replaced with shocked expressions to hear that she knows of their faces behind the disguises.

Jinu awkwardly chuckles, sort of amused by her bluntness, but is still heavily questioning how she knows this. "(chuckle) You have no fear in what we are, do you?" Leaning closer to her ear, his voice sending another nervous shiver through her body.

Taking a short breath in before leaning closer to his ear. "Why would I fear someone who doesn't hold such malice in his eyes."

The male had a thrilling shiver go up his spine. Not only from the proximity, but the words from her quiet melodic voice.

"I only see shame and guilt."

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"WHERE DID (Y/N) GO?!"

"I DON'T KNOW?!"

The three girls were panicking upon coming out of the clinic, their box of tonics in hand. They were cheering about helping Rumi's voice, but stopped when they couldn't find their dear manager.

"Did anyone find where she went?"

"No?! We were inside for honmoon's sake!"

"Oh no! She might have been taken by demons! No she must be so lonely and-"

"What is going on?!"

Swerving their head around, they see (Y/N) with a confused face seeing their panicked state.

"My god...I thought you guys found a dead body or something. There is no need to yell for me, you don't want to be attracting ANY attention. Right?"

Her firm strict tone being a quick reminder of what role (Y/N) has played ever since their debut. A more strict version of Bobby with her hands in the creative process. Even when she wasn't fully comfortable with the girls yet, she still managed to steer them in the right direction when avoiding scandals and demos for songs.

"Y-Yeah...sorry (N/n)." Zoey frowns apologetically.

Sighing to herself like her mother usually does when she breaks a vase.

"You guys are the ones that said you wanted to stay out of sight." Her muttering causes guilty expressions to pull on the girls. "Don't worry about that now. I should be sorry as well, considering I just walked away without an explanation." Forgiving the girls for this is easier than letting it drag on more.

Rumi and Mira were about to provide an explanation for their panic, but their ears were picking up the faint sound of an instrumental beginning to play in the background.

"Wait. What is that?"

Rumi's question urges the girls to pop their heads out of the alleyway. Only to see a strange pink smoke beginning to form near the centre of the busy area. The backing instruments sounding positive and bubbly as it went on.

Adjusting their disguises, they make their way towards the commotion.

"Hey, hey"

"Hey, hey"

"Hey"

Five silhouettes can be made out in the smoke, all striking poses before the pink suddenly disappears to reveal the performers.

"Don't want you, need you"

"Yeah, I need you to fill me up"

"Masigo masyeo bwado"

"Seonge chaji ana"

"Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)"

"You could be everything that"

"That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)"

"Every sip makes me want more, yeah"

"Its those stupid jerks again!" Rumi exclaims. "Wait. You know those guys?" (Y/N)'s confusion evident but is ignored by the sheer number of people gathering around.

"These guys are a boy band?" Another question Rumi exclaims. Irritation growing in her more.

"Lookin like snacks 'cause you got it like that (Woo)"

"Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah"

"Neoui modeun geol nan wonhae, wonhae, wonhae"

"Neo malgon modu pyeonhae, pyeonhae, pyeonhae"

"Whеn you're in my arms, I hold you so tight (So tight)"

"Can't let go, no, no, not tonight"

"That jerk stole one of my pouches!" Recounting her tonics upon seeing Jinu drinking one.

(Y/N) deciding to question later why Jinu decided to intentionally or not, magically send back an ahjumma with a hip thrust.

"Jigeum dangjang nal bwa sigan еopjana"

"Neon naekkeoya imi algo itjana"

"'Cause I need you to need me"

"I'm empty, you feed me so refreshing"

'A drop?'

"My little soda pop"

"You're all I can think of"

"Every drop I drink up"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

"Cool me down, you're so hot"

"Pour me up, I won't stop"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

The chorus infectiously going around the crowd with shoulder movements galore. Bopping their bodies to the earworm worthy song. Not even Zoey or (Y/N) were immune to the rhythm.

As much as Rumi and Mira glare for them to stop, their bodies couldn't deny the contagious beat.

"It is annoyingly catchy, though."

"Its infectious."

Romance and Baby Saja sending out kisses of hearts into the ground, physically knocking out those hit.

"They can make hearts out of thin air?" Mira's questions go unanswered, but (Y/N) can think of ways to reply.

But reflecting in the sunlight, catching the hunters eyes, was the faint purple patterns running through their arms and the hint of gold in their dreamy irises.

"(Gasp) They're demons!"

"Magicians! Demons. Obviously demons."

"My little soda pop"

"Uh, make me wanna flip the top"

"Han mogeume you hit the spot"

"Every little drip and drop, fizz and pop, ah"

"Soreum doda it's gettin' hot"

"Yes, I'm sippin' when it's drippin' now"

"It's done? I need a second round"

"And pour a lot and don't you stop"

"'Til my soda pop fizzles out"

"Dang they're good."

"Incredible. But a demon boy band? Why?"

"I don't care. A demon's a demon. We kill them." Rumi and (Y/N) stops Mira before anything can happen.

"No, its too public."

"Do you want everyone to grill us into being cancelled?"

"What if they try to kill these people?" Mira's reasoning is valid from her perspective. But everything around them says otherwise.

"It doesn't look like they're gonna hurt anyone." Zoey's observation being noted by (Y/N), seeing as the five boys helping out a few people struggling with little things.

"Kkum soge geuryeowatdeon neo"

"Nan jeoldae nochil su eopseo"

"Neol wonhae kkok"

"I waited so long for a taste of soda"

"So, the wait is over, baby"

"Come and fill me up"

"Just can't get enough"

"Oh"

"In fact, it almost seems like they're nice demons?"

"Demons are never nice!"

Seeing the girls rush over to destroy the very things the demons touched. Panic washing over with her usual professionalism masking it. Purchasing another hotdog for the girl with the right amount of sauce and giving the children smaller gifts in replacement for the destroyed ones, giving them all a soft smile in comfort.

'Think before you act, girls.'

"You're all I can think of"

"Every drop I drink up"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop (Yeah, yeah)"

"Cool me down, you're so hot"

"Pour me up, I won't stop (Oh, oh)"

"You're my soda pop"

"My little soda pop"

The sudden appearance of a stage large soba can was a choice, in (Y/N)'s opinion. But the wave of pastels and illusionary magic is what set her off.

Pushing her way through the crowd to catch up with the girls, she found her way near the front.

'I see what's going on...'

"Ooh, ooh"

"Ooh, ooh"

"You're my soda pop"

"Gotta drink every drop"

Striking their ending poses, Jinu looks down at the crowd, meeting the (f/c) and gold gaze with his brown ones. Smiling softly at her before diverting his attention.

"That's it for now. See you tonight on everyone's favourite variety show. Saja Boys love you!"

The demon boy band disappearing in a puff of smoke.

The three hunters grew more irritated at the easy work the demons have accomplished by just performing once! Determined to end this boy band as fast as possible.

(Y/N) on the other hand had other thoughts.

'Well then, if you want to play like this Jinu, I hope you know what's coming for you.'

*Ding*

Her phone vibrated with the indication of a text message. Opening up her messages to see the new text, reading made a small sigh release from her mouth.

Jinu: Hey (Y/N), lets meet up tonight. I'll meet you at the place we met.

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Edit: I took a break and I managed to fall down into my Record of Ragnarok phase again whilst also watching the new Superman movie (really good I recommend). Also if anyone wants to be tagged, pls ask in the recent parts bc it just makes the list a lot easier to find and compile.

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[yumiblaze]

Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 7

Hey guys I want to let everyone know I officially have reached the maximum amount of people I can tag so if anyone else wants to follow the story I post almost daily (And mostly just chapters of the story) so best just to follow me or check in everyday

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CHAPTER SEVEN

It was slightly awkward when Mystery came back into the room with a glass of water and Baby was still hugging you and crying like… well a baby. The mint haired boy did quickly wipe his tears and act like he didn’t cry once he realised you were no longer alone. He then left the room in a rushed manner mumbling to Mystery about not telling anyone about this on the way past.

Mystery just shrugged and brought the glass of water to you with a small smile.

“Thank you Myst.” You said using a shortened version of his name.

“Myst?” The boy repeated titling his head to one side. You giggled at how cute he looked with his head tilted like that.

“It’s a nickname for you, do you like it?”

“Yes but you’re the only one allowed to use it.” The boy replied taking one of your hands in his bigger warmer ones. As you sipped at you water you watched the purple haired boy gently play with your fingers. He seemed completely contented with your one hand, wiggling each finger and feeling how smooth your palm was.

You finally took a proper look at the room you were in. It was a lilac coloured room with a bookcase in one corner filled with all kinds of literature. The bed you were in was a double and the bed covers had a picture of a beautiful sakura tree covering them. Pulling them closer to yourself you could faintly smell the scent of lavender. The only other thing in the room was a small wooden side table with a simple lamp on it. It was a nice room and you started to ponder if it was a spare room or if you had stolen someone else’s bed.

You were also wearing someone else’s oversized t-shirt, probably because all your clothes were drenched in blood. It made you blush when you realised that meant not only had someone let you borrow their own cloths but that at least one of them had changed your cloths while you were unconscious.

It wasn’t too long before you heard the front door being unlocked. You didn’t think too much of it until Mystery put your hand down and stood away from the bed, uncomfortably crossing his arms over his chest. You put down your water on the side table and frowned not quite sure what to expect.

You quickly realised who was in the apartment as soon as you heard a symphony of rushed footsteps getting louder. The door burst open and three familiar girl ran over to you.

“Oh my god (y/n)! Thank god you’re okay!” Rumi practically yelled hugging you tightly.

“I was so worried about you!” Zoey sobbed hugging you as well.

“I swear I will find whatever did this to you and kill it.” Mira promised grabbing onto your hands.

You weakly smiled trying to hug your girls back. Your eyes flicked over to the door, Jinu leaning against the doorframe and giving you a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry for worrying you all.” You told them as they started to calm down.

“Did it hurt a lot? You need to describe them to us so we can find them! Did the nasty demon boys treat you nice enough? Did they feed you? Do you need anything?” Zoey asked one hand on your shoulder and the other gently cradling your cheek.

“It hurt but the boys were really good and they did an amazing job looking after me.” You answered truthfully.

“Don’t think this changes anything.” Mira told Jinu glaring over at him. “As soon as we get (y/n) out of here the truce is over and we go back to being enemies.”

“I know.” Jinu replied coldly.

“Though I wonder if she should even be leaving.” Baby spoke up suddenly strolling into the room, his chill laid back personality back.

“What do you mean?” Rumi asked cocking an eyebrow.

“Well this is the second time we’ve had to save (y/n), not to mention the amount of demons we’ve caught sniffing around your apartment while you guys were out and sweet little (y/n) was all alone.” The mint haired boy explained looking at your sister with bored blue eyes. “You didn’t even catch a couple of us sneaking into your apartment on multiple occasions.”

“You’ve snuck into our home?” Mira asked angrily.

“Only to protect what you’ve forgotten to.” Baby snapped back.

“Stop it.” You told Baby, not wanting everyone to argue.

Baby looked like he wanted to say more but after looking at your serious face he sighed and decided to look through his phone instead. Everyone was quiet for a few moments not really knowing what to say.

“Why did you save her though?” Rumi eventually asked looking from Baby to Mystery and finally to Jinu.

“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.” Jinu replied.

“Yeah right, I bet you were just doing this to make us softer on you.” Zoey scoffed holding you protectively against her chest. “One good deed doesn’t change the fact that you’re a disgusting demon!”

You noticed your sister flinch as Zoey finished her sentence. You remember what Baby and Mystery had said about her, her reaction told you that it was definitely true. You wanted to ask her about why she was lying but you didn’t want to out her right now, as much as you were hurt she didn’t tell you.

“Can you walk?” Mira asked you uncovering you.

“She shouldn’t.” Mystery said quietly. “She needs rest.”

“I wasn’t asking you.” Mira replied glaring at the quiet boy.

Mystery didn’t verbally reply but you could hear him growling like a dog that was seconds away from snapping at someone.

“Mystery’s right she can’t walk home yet.” Rumi admitted pulling up your borrowed shirt and looking at the mass of bloody bandages wrapped around your abdomen.

“Oh my god my poor little (y/n)!” Zoey fussed her eye brimming with tears again. Even Mira seemed to grimace when she saw the bandages.

“We can’t just let her stay here.” Mira stated.

“Why not?” Baby chirped with a smirk. “We can look after her.”

“Ew.” Zoey whispered shielding you from the boy.

“Can we speak about this outside for a moment?” Mira asked Rumi and Zoey, who nodded in reply.

“Be right back sis.” Rumi assured you giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

You watched the three girls leave the room before Jinu approached you.

“You feeling better princess?” He asked you brushing some hair from your face. You nodded, smiling softly. “Good but you better realise we’re never letting you out of our sights again.” He told you gently cupping your face with his warm hand.

“Maybe I don’t want to ever be out of your sights again.” You replied leaning into his touch.

“Does that mean we can watch you shower?” Baby asked suddenly making you and Jinu both turn red.

“Baby!” You cried glaring at him, your face still red. The boy smirked at you, amused by your reaction.

“So is that a yes?” The boy pushed, sticking his tongue out at you.

“Baby I swear if you don’t shut up I’m going to break your damn phone!” Jinu hissed covering his red face with one hand.

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[littlemissforgetfulwrites]

reckless walking

summary; f1 drivers when he's trying to walk you into your apartment after you got married and accidentally hits your head or knocks something over

pairing(s)/drivers; charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, liam lawson, oscar piastri

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charles leclerc

❀ by the time you two get back to your apartment its late and the only lights left on in the city are the street lights 

❀ you guys can’t stop giggling in the elevator

❀ mainly cause you had been drinking and because you two had just gotten married

❀ picks you up randomly when you’re walking to your front door

❀ ‘i love you’ ‘i love you too, you’re my favorite husband’ ‘you have more than one husband’

❀ he gets too distracted and literally walks you into the doorframe and then drops you

❀ falls on the ground next to you

❀ ‘are you ok-‘ ‘you’re no longer my favorite husband’ ‘BABY NO’

lando norris

❀ he's probably already drunk on cheap champange

❀ basically stumbling into your apartment complex and insisting on carrying you into your apartment bridal style

❀ ‘lando honey, i don’t think that’s a good idea… you nearly finished an entire body of champagne’ ‘no i didn’t’ ‘i have photos’ ‘NO’

❀ giving in because he keeps whining

❀ nearly drops you when he tries to get his keys out of his pocket

❀ ‘whoops’

❀ when you finally open the door you think you can relax but then you hear it

❀ lando’s drunk ass walked your legs right into the the new vase of roses he got for you

❀ you both watch in horror as the pink glass vase breaks into a million little pieces

❀ ‘whoops’ he says again as he throws you onto the bed

carlos sainz

❀ this man would be too happy

❀ evilly laughing like a maniac as he holds your hand tighter and walks into the apartment complex 

❀ ‘carlos what’s wrong with you?’ ‘nothing my love’ 

❀ mutters something in spanish while looking at you with some sexy look in his eye

❀ you just decide to blame it on the champagne

❀ immediately take you off your feet when the elevator doors open

❀ starts strutting towards your front door while trying to kiss you

❀ does not work out cause when you take out your key he walks right into the door and you smack your head when you look up

❀ ‘CARLOS’ ‘i was blinded by your beauty’ ‘just put me down’ ‘yes amour, i’m sorry…’

daniel ricciardo

❀ i’m not gonna lie you guys probably got married at some chapel in texas

❀ ‘baby how do you feel about getting married by elvis’

❀ lots of arguing but you compromised on a nice little chapel where you get married by an actual priest

❀ max and lando are probably your witnesses

❀ you two are all over each other by the time you get back to your hotel so you don’t even get surprised when he picks you up

❀ has your legs around his waist by the time you’re walking into the room

❀ you two are too distracted to even notice how tall the door really is

❀ ‘i love you’ ‘i love you too- OW’

❀ nearly drops you

❀ ‘are you ok’ ‘i think i need an advil now’

❀ ‘i know something better than advil’ as a stupid smirk appears on his face

liam lawson

❀ the two of would be so cool about it until you get into your apartment complex

❀ and then this man picks you up and starts to aggressively nip at your neck

❀ ‘liam honey, we’re in an elevator with cameras’ ‘right’ 

❀ the moment you get off the elevator he starts again while you fish for your house keys

❀ he can’t stop whispering in your ear and touching your hair while you fiddle with the lock

❀ he laughs at the jingle of your keychains because that’s how carefree he is (matching keychains probably very cutesy)

❀ then right when he’s distracted with you  he runs right into the doorframe, smacking your knees against the wood

❀ ‘liam, you know what i’m not even mad’ ‘are you sure’ ‘just make me not be able to walk in another way’ ‘ok then ☺️’

oscar piastri

❀ lets just say that the two of you are still young when you get married so he has to take you back to his childhood home… yeah awkward but the wedding was spontaneous (and you love each other so what the heck)

❀ its late at night and everyone else is still asleep when he sweeps you off your feet and takes you inside the house

❀ the two of you make it through the front door and up the stairs giggling without breaking anything 

❀ and then it happens

❀ he tries to kiss you while walking through his bedroom door and bam your foot knocks over one of his old karting trophies and sets off a chain reaction with the rest of them

❀ ‘oscar!’ ‘shit’

❀ ‘what was that?’ you hear from nicole’s room

❀ ‘crap’

[eye4katz]

I Think I Love You || Megan Skiendiel

Pairing: Megan Skiendiel x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff, high school au, grumpy!reader x sunshine!megan

Content Warning: mild language, sodani, marz (slight heh), hmm... nothing much. just fluff!!×*#**×#*!

Word Count: 3.2k

Synopsis: Following precise measurements, recipes, and rules has always been Y/N’s way of life. Love—specifically the romantic kind—is the last ingredient she wants in her already chaotic kitchen. But when someone throws a whole lot of sugar into her bowl, will she cover it up with something bitter to balance the taste? Or will she finally take a bite… and taste a cherry pie?

"Y/N! Thank you for bailing me out of the jail booth!" Sophia, the school's student body president, exclaimed as she stepped out of the booth.

The idea of the booth for the Valentine’s event actually came from Sophia herself, yet somehow, she ended up getting victimized by her own activity.

A jail booth is part of the Valentine's Day special held by the SBG—or Student Body Government—where you bring two people and "jail" them together until someone bails them out.

Sounds cute to be jailed with someone on the 14th of February, right?

Well, for Y/N, one of the senators… it wasn’t.

Y/N genuinely hated Valentine’s Day, mostly because of all the couples who made everything romantic. Hugging here, kissing there, was just wasn’t for her.

She’d never experienced being loved by someone, except by her friends and family, and she was sure she never would, not by some random stranger she met on a random ass day. That’s what she told herself, anyway.

She prioritized facts and logical explanations over feelings and emotions.

What can you say? She’s top of the class, after all.

"Bro, come on. You got trapped in your own booth." She scolded Sophia as she handed $2 to YoonChae, their junior senator, for the bail.

Sophia just laughed, holding up her wrist still cuffed from the activity. A shit-eating grin was plastered on her face like the love-drunk puppy she was.

"Come on, it was sooo worth it! Me and my crush got cuffed together for like 20 minutes!"

Y/N, the ever-bitter (and, well… logical) one, scowled. "Oh, you mean the Latina who never actually notices you in any of the activities you organize? Damn, right."

"Well, she noticed me just now." Sophia rolled her eyes, but she was clearly too giddy to care.

Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument. Sophia was a debater, after all. No wonder.

"Call me if something happens again. If someone puts you in the jail booth—even if it’s with Avanzini—just tell them you’re the one organizing it, so you can’t."

Sophia murmured something, but Y/N was too drained from her job, which involved delivering love letters all over campus to even bother rebutting any further.

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Later, as the students ate lunch, Y/N and Sophia went to the student council lounge to take a break along with some other officer.

They sat at the long table—the same one where late-night meetings, prop-making sessions, and fueled debates had happened.

"It’s great to see Y/N participating in Cupid’s Day, no?" Manon, one of the senators, teased as she sipped on her lemonade.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "Please. I’m just here to help y’all." She plopped down beside the Swiss girl, pulling out her bento box.

"Let’s not tease her about it. She might go lovesick again," Sophia added while sliding into the seat beside Y/N.

Now Y/N was trapped between two yappers.

"Lovesick isn’t even a thing! You can’t get sick from friendship and stuff!" Y/N shot back, her voice tinged with playful annoyance.

That earned a good laugh from Sophia and Manon. Y/N’s face twisted into a playful scowl as her friends kept teasing her.

She huffed, trying to defend her point. "It’s not even a disease! What’s the diagnosis then—?"

"Bruh, come on!"

"Girl, you don’t need to be scientific about everything!"

Knowing Y/N, she got easily triggered by stuff that wasn’t logically correct. "Oh, whatever. Believe your delulu stuff, but don’t force me to listen to your yap."

Sophia and Manon just grinned. They both knew Y/N didn’t like nonsense talk, especially not from the Swiss senator who was overly talkative. But they also knew Y/N had a soft spot for them, so she was stuck listening anyway.

Before Y/N could prepare her next attack, Lara, another yapper of the governmen. stormed in. She left the door slightly ajar.

"Job done, bitches!" she announced, slamming down the tip box filled with cash from the Valentine’s booth.

Y/N sighed. Her patience was being tested, but she still loved these people anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I brought two people with me," Lara added casually.

Two heads peeked from behind the door. Two girls, shy and hesitant to come in.

Y/N’s brows furrowed, and Sophia and Manon exchanged confused looks. Their lounge was supposed to be exclusive for the student government officers.

"Why would you do that?" Y/N asked, her annoyance already stacking up.

"Well, I couldn’t just leave them alone!" Lara shrugged.

Poor Lara. She just couldn’t leave the girls—who, by the way, she’d only just met at the booth.

The Indian senator gestured for them to come in and get comfortable in the lounge.

"You can’t just let random students go in he—" Y/N started, but she was cut off by Sophia, who had just noticed her crush among the random students peeking inside.

"Hey! Come on, you can eat with us!" the president beamed, her shit-eating grin back in full force.

A curly-haired girl and a ginger stepped into the lounge, still adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings as they looked around.

Y/N scoffed at the unprofessional invitation, which only made the other senators snicker.

"The president already invited them. No more arguments can be used." Manon shrugged, flashing a grin.

Y/N just rolled her eyes, annoyed by the broken rules. She was so triggered she couldn’t even look at the two girls invading her so-called sanctuary.

She hated rule-breakers.

Lara helped the girls find seats. The blonde sat across from Sophia, the ginger across from Y/N, and Lara herself sat across from Manon.

They all started settling their lunches onto the table.

Sophia introduced herself to the girls, as if she wasn’t already campus-famous.

"I’m Sophia!" she said, reaching out her hand, well, specifically to Daniela.

Y/N sighed, clearly annoyed, as she looked away. "Girl... she already knows you," she muttered under her breath, already getting an allergic reaction to how Sophia acted like a puppy around the fierce Latina.

Daniela side-eyed Sophia but reluctantly shook her hand. "Hey, I’m Daniela Avanzini."

Even if Daniela’s face looked like she wanted to bite someone, Sophia could still see the dimples poking out as their hands met.

That just made the Filipina smile even more cheesily.

The ginger finally spoke out, waving both of her hands to the senators and the president.

"Hi! I'm Megan Skiendiel!"

Her smile came with whisker dimples that just added to her charm.

Manon and Megan continued to converse with each other, while Sophia was still busy admiring her favorite student—which, by the way, was Daniela. (simp alert!)

Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she finally decided to look up at Megan as soon as she heard her voice. She could feel the ginger's energy radiating just by sitting across from her. Y/N’s thoughts ran a million miles away from the room, seeing things she shouldn’t, or mustn't, see.

What?

Vegan? Oh! Megan.

She… has whisker dimples.

This feels weird. It's irritating.

Ugh!

Maybe I feel this way 'cause she has bad energy.

Right, bad energ—

Y/N’s attention snapped back to reality when Manon clapped in front of her face.

"Stop intimidating Megan, you bitter bitch!" she exclaimed.

Megan, who was watching the whole interaction, chuckled to herself; though she couldn’t help but admit she was a little intimidated by the sudden glare, zone-out, or whatever Y/N just did.

Y/N just shook her head, looking away almost immediately.

She swore she saw pink swirls around Megan!

Pink swirls = bad energy. She mentally noted.

After a few chit-chats here and there, they finally finished their food. Thank the school for making lunch last until 2:00 PM.

"Bae, where’s the cherry pie you always bring?" Lara asked Y/N.

It’s a cute inside joke the officers had together—to tease the bitter senator who secretly had a sweet tooth for cherries.

Y/N’s cheeks matched the color of the cherries she always brought with her.

She was known within the student government for always bringing cherry pies, and she was too shy for that information to be revealed in front of the students who trusted her to be in a senatorial position.

Megan noticed her fuming cheeks, making her chuckle softly as she watched the senator reach for her lunch bag, glaring at Lara for even bringing that matter up.

"I apologize for the current action you’re seeing with our senator here," Sophia added, making Manon snicker.

Her glare shifted to Sophia as she placed the pie in the center of the table. This just made the five of them laugh.

The girls also found it funny how Y/N's walls were so high that no one could ever reach or jump over them. Well... maybe her co-senators could, but Y/N won’t admit that!

Thank goodness the two outsiders were there.

If they weren’t, Y/N would’ve scolded Lara and Sophia, and her voice would’ve been the only thing heard in the room except for the cackles of her co-officers.

Manon tried to make Y/N feel a little better.

"Just so you guys know, Y/N is actually a good baker. Her favorite is cherry pie, that’s why she always shares it with us."

Y/N sighed, finally feeling secure.

"I love cherry pies too," Megan unexpectedly replied.

The girl in front of her was still bitter that the rules were bent just for them (maybe because she also saw pink swirls around the ginger), so she couldn’t help but mumble under her breath,

"I didn’t ask."

Sophia, the observant one, couldn’t help but hear Y/N’s mumble. She pinched Y/N’s inner thigh tightly like an Asian mom would.

The girl being pinched let out a yelp, slapping Sophia’s hand away.

"Ouch!!! Stop it!!"

"Then better behave!"

Megan watched their interactions as the other girls reached out for the cherry pie.

It was so amusing how Y/N could behave with a single pinch from her Filipina mom.

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Lunch break was finally over, so that meant Y/N went back to her awesome and exciting job.

Yay….!!!!!

Y/N went to the DIY mailbox the officers had made weeks before Valentine’s Day to get the newly inserted letters.

Hours passed by, and there were only two left in her messenger bag. She looked down, checking who the next letter was for.

To: Senator Y/N

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused by the unexpected letter that had landed in her bag. She gathered enough courage to open it, only to be greeted by a message that said:

"cherry pies are the best, aren’t they? -🍒"

Y/N was taken aback by that.

She looked around, paranoid that other people—besides her co-officers and the two strangers she met—might know her sweet tooth secret.

As an overthinker, she was scared that this info would be used against her.

Petty, right?

So instead of stressing over it, Y/N just brushed it off.

Y/N, of course, found these letters written on sticky notes weird since she always got them after class or after hanging out with the gang.

Eventually, she soon found these things cute—not because she thought the sender was some desperate puppy going after their loml—but because it was the effort and the thought that counted.

She still hates romantic shit, btw!

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After the 14th of February, the two new girls always hung out with the four senators for the following weeks.

Dani and Sophia might be a thing.

Lara and Manon miiiight also be a thing.

Y/N still hated Megan’s guts.

And YoonChae... was still YoonChae.

Y/N would always glare at Megan whenever they made eye contact during functions.

She just hated how mesmerizing her fucking smile was!!

She always wanted the ginger to feel not included, always moving away whenever the other one came near.

Megan was an introvert, yet a talkative one.

She fits right in with the gang, always opening up topics about her niche interests and random stuff.

But when Y/N kept pushing her away, it made the ginger feel disappointed.

The bitter senator still received random sweet messages from ‘🍒’.

The sender was consistent, giving the notes at the same time: every morning at 8 AM, before class at 1 PM, and after school at 5 PM.

Some examples of the letters she received were:

don’t forget to smile, miss maem. -🍒

do u like ginger kitties? cuz i have one -🍒

i think u would rock your bangs when they’re dyed pink -🍒

Another event was being held by the student government on campus, and it was a busy day for the officers. They needed to make sure the fair went well and also give people some relief from their midterm break.

This was just another exhausting day for the officers—especially for Y/N. But not until she realized that she hadn’t received her morning note yet.

It’s not like she was expecting it… right?

She wasn’t into romantic stuff in the first place.

Maybe she was just annoyed because of the change.

She despised change.

The sun continued to do its daily cycle, leaving the officers even busier.

And well… Y/N got more frustrated—about the note? Perhaps.

Second note: still none.

It was already past 1 PM.

This made Y/N moodier than usual, especially because of the exhaustion from organizing the event and the sudden break in her routine.

Things were already getting inside her head. Each complaint or order from her schoolmates made her more irritated.

Is the letter the main cause of her irritation, though?

Y/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

She didn’t want to just burst out and walk away from her tasks just because her feelings got in the way.

Instead, she finished all of her responsibilities first before subtly disappearing from the world—maybe trying to run away from the agitation.

She dragged her feet to the nearest, peaceful, and quiet bathroom.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the closed toilet, her head pressed into her hands.

She didn’t even know why she felt heavy and suddenly so emotional.

Ahh. Typical Y/N.

Her disappearance wouldn’t even be noticed by people around her since she was the quiet and reserved one, well, at least that’s what she thought.

A knock suddenly echoed on her bathroom stall door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Y/N…?"

The senator’s ears perked up. Maybe it was just a random student asking about the event or some shit.

She cleared her throat before replying,

"Yeah? This stall is taken."

The person on the other side hummed, waiting for Y/N to get out.

Y/N hated when people waited for her. Being a people pleaser was kind of her thing.

She quickly wiped any visible tears from her eyes. She already had an excuse prepared if they noticed the redness.

Allergies, Y/N thought.

The stall door swung open, revealing a tall ginger woman leaning her back against the sink.

Y/N never expected that, out of all people, Megan would be the one asking questions about the damn event.

"What do you want." She said flatly, as if she hadn’t just spent minutes crying.

Megan gulped. She didn’t know what to say or how to act. "Are you okay…? I saw the way you’re more irritated than usual." She blurted out.

Y/N was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone did notice her disappearance, someone even noticed her mannerisms.

And that person was Megan.

Megan always looked out for Y/N, even if she was being mean (and annoyingly pessimistic) to her.

The senator cleared her throat, trying to shrug off the vulnerability.

"I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine."

"Just allergies. And maybe a migraine. Some stupid people decided to complain about the event, and I’ve been handling shit the whole day."

Y/N yapped consecutively—so unusual of her.

Megan could see right through her. What do you expect from a geek who loves psychology?

She hadn’t even asked yet, but Y/N was already giving excuses. Some might be false, Megan knew.

"I’m actually the one giving you the letters." The ginger suddenly confessed, cutting off Y/N’s rambling. She figured that maybe not giving the notes was the actual root of the senator’s grumpiness.

Well, Y/N was always grumpy.

But today?

She was extra grumpy.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she gently pushed Megan. "The fuck?! The one giving me cheesy stupid letters?!"

She thought it was stupid… but it was also kind of cute. Not that Y/N would admit that.

Megan nodded, nervous that she’d just blurted it out.

Y/N calmed down a bit.

She didn’t want to be rude, not right now. Not in this situation.

"Why… are you telling me this?"

"Because I thought it’s the actual cause of your frustration." It actually was.

"I- wha-" She couldn’t even form coherent words because, well… maybe it was true.

"I stopped giving you letters because I thought you hated it."

Y/N frowned, her usual high walls starting to crumble. "No, I don’t."

Megan’s ears perked up, like a puppy hearing the word walk. "You don’t?"

A grin crept up on the ginger’s face—the sight made Y/N look away as her cheeks betrayed her, turning a soft shade of red.

"Yes, I don’t. Now shut up."

Megan’s giggles echoed in the room, teasing Y/N for her flustered response.

"So… am I actually the reason for your extra grumpiness?"

"Yes." Y/N whispered, walking closer to her.

She finally found the courage to look up into Megan’s eyes.

Tears started to roll down again, seeing how much she could be vulnerable whenever she's with Megan.

The main reason for her frustration was solved, but the burnout and exhaustion were still there.

Megan scooped Y/N’s face in her hands as the girl leaned into her body.

"Let it all out. I’m right here, all ears if you ever want to rant."

The senator let her feelings pour out. Words were too complicated for the exhaustion she always buried.

After a couple of minutes, Y/N finally calmed down. Thanks to Megan—who somehow knew how to tame the brat that was actually so soft inside.

"I never actually meant to be too rude to you."

Y/N confessed, much like how Megan had earlier.

She knew she was direct, maybe even mean sometimes, but she didn’t want to be extra rude to Megan.

"I just… felt an unexplainable pang in my heart when I saw you the first time. It’s inevitable. That’s why I kept pushing you away. I'm... sorry."

Megan understood her side, watching every move and expression she made.

"A ray of sunshine might be too much for a cloud of rain. I understand. You don’t need to apologize for something that’s not your fault." Her voice was tender, making Y/N’s heart soften even more.

It was basically as soft as a pillow now.

She couldn’t think anymore, not with her guard down and her vulnerability resurfacing.

"Fuck it."

Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips against Megan’s. Their lips were soft, moving slowly and gently—speaking the secret language of intimacy. The world fell into silence the moment they kissed.

Minutes later, they finally pulled away.

"I think I love you…"

Y/N muttered, seeing all the pink swirls around Megan all over again.

"I love you too, Y/N." Megan whispered, pressing her forehead against hers.

The ginger spoke again just to tease Y/N, knowing how much the senator was secretly a sucker for her.

"Can you keep a secret? I’m a little shy."

"Mhm… yeah?"

"You taste like cherry pie."

[n0cturnalp1g]

Night Shift: 8:00AM

Summary: Heavy is the shoulders that chose to protect over and over again. Characters: Attending!Female Reader (Sunshine) x Jack Abbot. Samira Mohan. Dana Evans. Frank Langdon. Melissa "Mel" King. Nurse Princess. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch. Word Count: 2417 Chapter Warnings: Inaccurate Medical Terms and Process (mostly templated the scene with Episode Two lol). PTSD. Addiction. Possible Suicidal Attempt via drug consumption. Medical related Gore, blood, and possible dismemberment.

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8:00AM 4th July 2025

“Sorry, the fireworks are making me jump right now.”

You were in the next bay with Samira with another bloody aftermath of mishandled fireworks when you heard Jack’s voice. He wasn’t one to openly admit his agitations but here he was.

“You think Doctor Abbot’s gonna be alright working today?”

You hummed without truly giving a proper answer since you were uncertain yourself if he will actually be alright working for the day. One hour into the dayshift and there was already a clusterfuck of fireworks related accidents and a handful of vets coming and going.

Your eyes turned right back to the patient, the ever-calm Attending that had earned a reputation as Sunshine was capable of calming even at the most life changing moment in a patients’ life. You made the most out of it even if you genuinely hated the name.

It made you feel more like a tool than an actual human being. A last ditch effort when all other options fails.

“What are your findings, Doctor Mohan?” You inquired about the now going full-Attending mood, eyes still lingering on the tear-stained eyes of the teenager that was just having a few drinks and fun with the rest of his friends.

“Homemade fireworks exploded in his hand. He tried to light it with a Zippo, it below before he could throw it. Partial avulsion to digit three and four. Possible open fractures, vascular compromise–maybe worse.” Samira was quick to switch to work-mode now.

You leaned in. You gently peel back the towel and the patient, Joshua cries out. Beneath it, the hand is a shredded mess–mangled tissue, bone exposed, blackened burns. His ring finger hangs by a flap of skin.

“I know it hurts. Hang in there for me, okay? We’re going to take care of you.” You put on a small smile hoping to reassure him even when everyone in the bay knew the inevitable was bound to happen.

“Give him 2 morphine IV push. And let’s get a hand surgeon on standby. This might need the OR tonight.” You instructed.

“Already paged ortho. Imaging is on the way. No loss of consciousness, no other injuries per EMS.”

“Very Good, Dr. Mohan. Let’s keep him warm and dry. Start cefazolin–broad coverage. Debride what you can but don’t go deep until we’ve got imaging. And elevate that hand. We need to ensure we save as much as we can.”

You watched Samira begin adjusting the hand onto the table and prepping for irrigation.

“Am I–am I gonna lose my fingers?”

Your eyes soften now, seeing so much pain that lingered in the young man’s eyes. One measly mistake could cost such a vast change in him and his life. It reminded you of Jack, of his stories of losing his leg, dealing with the pain, the emptiness of what was once whole in his body.

“We don’t know yet.” You answered honestly, it was always better to set their expectations early than give them hope only to crush them with the circumstance handed to them. “But if we do have to take a finger or two, it’s to protect the rest of the hand–and your life. You’ll still be you, Josh. You’ll still heal.”

You watched the boy much closely now. How someone so young, with his future right in front of him would have such a detrimental change in his life that he would never truly be prepared for.

“But for now, we do what we can and make sure the chance of infection is reduced. We will have the best hand surgeon create his magic when they come down for consultation, so you sit tight for me, Josh, okay?”

The teenager nodded wincing as Samira continued on with irrigating the wound.

“Sunny, the Vet in respiratory distress is here.”

You turned to Dana tensing at her words and the silence in the other bay besides you. A part of you was all too certain that Jack had heard the charge nurse’s notification. Giving both Samira and Josh a reassuring look, you followed Dana out of the room and followed her to the upcoming EMT.

“You and I both know it was Jack’s turn with the patient.” You pointed out knowingly.

“The more we can avoid another meltdown, the better.” Dana muttered and they were both welcomed with the EMT rolling in a middle age man, unconscious towards the next available room.

“Denzel Franklin, 37, found unresponsive by his children. No meds, no allergies. On arrival, he was barely breathing with pinpoint pupils, bradycardic at 44. Pupils did not respond to Narcan and we tubed him when his respirations continued to fail.”

You listened intently to the EMT’s words but your eyes lingered on the dog tag for a moment while you put on hand sanitizer then your gloves. Frank and Mel were immediately going to action as you watched, observing what you already knew could be a possibility of the man.

“Any drugs or alcohol on the scene?” Frank inquired.

“A bottle of vodka and an unopened prescription of Sertraline were on the scene.”

“Signs of trauma?” Mel inquired.

“Nothing.”

You watched the residents and nurse move Denzel to the bed as Nurse Princess began with the ventilator.

“Where was he found?” You inquired.

“In bed by his daughter.”

You nodded, handing the bag of dextrose for the IV as you watched Mel and Frank begin checking the symptoms.

“Pupils are 3 millimeters, non-reactive.” Mel began.

“Heart rate’s 56. BP is cycling.” Princess added.

“No response to pain. GCS 3.” Frank added.

“Does that fit any toxidrome?” You inquired again.

“No. If it was just opiates with Narcan, he’d be breathing on his own.” Frank began looking around, thinking in his own little world of any possibilities. “Is there a chance this was suicide?”

“Dr. Langdon, we will first find out the cause of his state before we dive into the reason behind it.” You were quick to scold him lightly. “May it be suicide or not, that is besides the problem. What we need is to know what he took and how we can bring him back and get him the help that he needs.”

“Sorry.” He was quick to apologize which surprised you for once. The old Frank would argue, challenge you even. It seems rehab did him good, better than anyone would expect out of him.

“Good. Please continue.”

“Beta blockers wouldn't give pinpoint pupils.” Mel supplied.

“EMT said there was an unopened bottle of Sertraline, there might be other prescription meds in his bathroom or in his children’s.” You added your own theory.

The overhead announcement of another car crash was ignored as your focus was on the man in front of you. Unconscious but evident with everything you wished wouldn’t be the truth.

Mel immediately held onto the ultrasound wand, watching the monitor for any changes from the inside.

“No blood in the belly, no pericardial effusion, and lungs are up.” Mel continued. 

“Hemocue’s good, 15. BP 84 over 58.” Princess added.

“Okay.” You nodded. “What’s your plan, Dr. Langdon?” You turned to Frank now.

“Um, push dose epi, 0.1 milligram. Foley for urine, stabilize for CT.”

You nodded allowing him to administer but your eyes somehow always ended focused more on his hands more than the patient. Epinephrine hydrochloride was not considered an addiction, but no matter what you still had your inkling of doubt about what was made and what could be taken if she wasn’t careful when it comes to Frank. He betrayed your trust just as much as he did Robby’s.

“Systolic back down to 90.” Princess announced and you crossed your eyes watching Mel check Denzel’s limbs.

“Another 0.1 of Epi.” Frank announced.

“Flaccid paralysis of all four extremities.” Mel observed eyes roaming throughout the patient’s body for any clue they were missing.

With a syringe of cold water, Frank had sprayed water through the inside of Denzel’s ear, eyes focused on his eye pried open for any possible reaction.

“No eye movement with ice water.” Frank continued.

“So no brainstem function.” Mel concluded.

“Due to what?” You asked brows raised at the duo.

“Hypoxic injury, massive hemorrhage.” Frank responded before turning his attention to Mel. “Mel, please escort him to CT. Bring a drug box with you.”

You nodded thumbs up knowing that they were working in the right direction for this case.

“We want to rule out anything that he could have possibly taken. So please have a full screening for the drug test for him, bloodwork and urine if possible.” You added turning your eyes back to another gurney being pushed towards the available bay.

“We got it here, Sunny.” Frank reassured you.

“Please call me if you need me. Thank you.” You sighed pushing open the door as you slipped off your gloves.

You have barely even stepped foot out of the door before Perlah had made her way towards you. A grim look on her face.

“Dr. Sunny, the wife and son of Francis Martinez are here.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, craning your head back for a moment before opening your eyes and nodding towards Perlah, knowing what was expected out of you. A part of you was regretting requesting for Dana to field all Vet-related cases to you if she could, it also meant all of the responsibility of the inevitable was on your shoulders now, weighed and crushing against it all for you to take alone.

You didn’t want to make it hard on Jack, nor Robby. Not today if you could.

“Okay. I’ll be right there.” You nodded thanking her.

Walking towards the children’s ward, you were halted by a familiar pair of hands and you put on the best smile you could mustered knowing the inevitable of the day was for you.

“You good?” Jack had inquired, eyes darting up and down, inspecting for anything that needed his worry. “Put this on.” He muttered pulling off the sweatshirt he wore. “You’re fucking cold right now.”

You didn’t fight him as he practically placed his sweater onto you. The warmth of him and his scent momentarily eased the heaviness you were carrying.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, hand cupping his cheeks. “Are you alright?” You asked him instead.

“I’m good.” He answered but his eyes darted away from you. “One step at a time.” He added.

“Tell me if you need to breathe or stop and we can ask Shen or Parker to come back.”

“Please choose Shen, I want to ruin his day.” He groaned.

You giggled, kissing him gently on the lips before making your way to the children’s ward where Francis Martinez’s family were. Watching their braindead husband and father and thinking of what the next steps would be.

~

Robby had watched it from the safe distance of the nurse’s station. How easy it was for you to pull Jack into a kiss and how unbothered everyone in the staff was for the momentary display of affection both you and Jack had shown. There were smiles and smirks from the nurses, but not once did anyone begin to gossip or even complain about it–how wrong he was to ever believe they would.

“Still can’t believe how Sunny was able to catch Jack’s heart like that.” Dana muttered, making Robby turn to look at her.

“More surprised with how Sunny could stand Jack.” He muttered.

“Don't act all surprised now, Cap.” Dana snorted. “They compliment each other. It's a good thing Jack has someone to look forward to in life.”

Robby wanted to deny such a fact but you always had a way in seeing the good in everyone you interact with. Case in point: Robby. Years of being together even when he had constantly insisted on keeping things private and his own needs constantly going above your own, you tried your best to understand him. You knew he was going through something and everything all at once.

“You’re right.” He blinked, turning away from the scene that only broke his heart more than it already does. His eyes landed back on the board. “Still a fucking mes.” He said more to himself than Dana.

“Sunny already cleaned up most of it before she started her shift. Practically ran over Shen and Parker wanting to get most of the heavier load for the day.”

Robby’s eyes narrowed for most of the names on the board.

“Is she cherry picking?” He asked, he always had a hard stance that no one in his department is allowed to cherry pick cases. You get what is more urgent, not what is more interesting.

But the difference this time was the fact that you were doing the opposite. All the heavier patients were under your control. Drug Overdose. Gunshot Wound. Drowning. All vets. All having that kind of day with what the day meant to them all.

“She wanted to make sure neither you or Jack deal with the mess that’s gonna be happening today.” Dana explained looking at Robby, arms crossed. “You have your bad days and more often than not you choose not to come into work. Jack doesn’t get that privilege and you know how he is during 4th of July.”

Of course Robby knew. He was always the one that would make sure that he would call him when midnight struck and before the day ended. He had nightmares, far too many for all he has lost while serving, of the people he lost and the parts of himself that he could never get back.

“The only difference is Jack accepted his girlfriend’s help when she offered it to him and here they both are. Sunny is making sure to be the steady force Jack can lean on.”

Robby nodded knowing fully well how you were like. How you did the same thing when he came in to work with him on Adamson’s death anniversary. You stayed, kept an eye on him all throughout the day and all he did in return was destroy you until you had no other choice but to move to the nightshift and into the arms of his friend.

“Where is she now?” Robby asked instead, vanishing the memory of the night in the rooftop all those months ago.

“Talking to Martinez’s family, but it seems like no one is ready to let him go.”

The irony of Dana’s word cuts deep into Robby more than he was willing to admit.

[calebsmoocher]

Makeup Ruiner! Caleb

She's out and about while he's sitting at home, pulling tufts of his own hair out. It's almost like she's forgotten about him. Nothing he can't fuck back into her memory tho 🤷‍♀️

cw: smut (so mdni!), stand and carry fuck / wall sex (the goat), mirror sex, jealous Caleb awh, sweet at the end i swear

She slides the key into the keyhole as quietly as she can, turning the door knob with her lip between her teeth. It’s 1AM and her phone has been blowing up for the past three hours.

Where are you?

Let me know when you’re on your way home.

Are you okay?

Hello?

Do you need me to pick you up?

Let me know that you’re okay.

Hello??

She clenches her eyes until she hears the faint click of the door opening. She had accidentally put her phone in ‘do not disturb’ mode earlier, only getting to check it when she was on her way home. 

“Caleb is going to kill me.” The thought hums its way like a mantra through her mind and she can only purse her lips in defeat. She steps into her apartment and shuts the door behind her. Her feet are killing her. Though the pink heels she has on aren’t necessarily as high as her other heels, the material still clips at her heels and toes. She braces a hand on the wall, using the other to start untying the winding ribbon on her calf. But her bag slides and knocks into her hand at the tip of her weight. She thinks she might fall over before she throws her weight completely onto the wall.

When she looks up, Caleb is leaning against the doorway, a hand placed languidly on his hip. She gasps, almost falling down again. 

“Caleb..!” He pushes himself up, walking towards her. His brows are furrowed. And he’s wearing outerwear. “You scared me.” When he stops in front of her, he takes her elbows into his hands, balancing her off the wall. 

“I was so worried.” 

She grimaces before giving him her best, pleading look.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise my phone was on ‘do not disturb’. I didn’t get any of your messages until I was nearly home.” He takes the bag off her shoulder and hangs it at the door. 

“You didn’t get my messages? Or you just didn’t happen to see them until now?” Despite her eyes crinkling in guilt, his gaze is lowered at her feet. He kneels down and begins untying the ribbon bow. 

“Caleb…”

“You must’ve been really engrossed in whatever you were doing to not check your phone.” Although his words cut into her, his tone is soft. Almost disinterested. Once the ribbon falls to her ankles, he undoes the other shoe. “You’re home safe now. That’s all that matters.” He looks up and gives her a reassuring smile. She can’t help but run her hand through his hair. It’s soft and smells faintly of their shared shampoo.

She winces as he guides one foot out of her heel, leaning one hand down onto his shoulder. 

“Your skin’s rubbed raw.” He frowns, wrapping an arm beneath her knees. He picks her up bridal style and she curls her arms around his neck despite feeling supported. Red floods her cheeks and her wide eyes can hardly stay on his. He wiggles her other shoe off before dropping it to the floor. He turns his head to her, mouth parting then closing again, as he walks further into the house.

“Caleb, you don’t have to…” He ignores her.

“Why not wear more comfortable shoes next time?” She looks down, suddenly finding his plain shirt interesting.

“I didn’t think I’d be walking as much as I did. Anyway, it only started hurting now.”

“Right,” he hums, turning the corner into the bathroom and flicking the lightswitch with his elbow. He sets her down on the counter and smooths down the fabric of her dress over her knees. There, his fingers linger, letting the soft cotton fall through his hands. 

The bathroom is cramped. Really, it’s a battle when they’re both using it to get ready at the same time. Despite the state of their bathroom in their youth, the room now is spotless. The counter only has their differing face cleansers and creams lined up neatly against the splashback. When he stays over he uses her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. And he comes out smelling just as pampered as her. He claims that her shampoo makes his hair softer. It’s a local brand, one that he can’t find in Skyhaven. So he’s always taking a travel size back with him when he returns. 

He bends down and opens the cabinet, grabbing ointment and a box of bandaids. As he unscrews the cap of the ointment, she takes the box in her hands, inspecting the designs on the back. It’s the same brand they had used as kids, but now the patterns were different. She shuffles through the packets, looking for one with a design to her liking. A wince leaves her mouth as the cool ointment presses into her heel. Caleb murmurs an apology, offering her a teasing pout. He uses a cotton pad to gently rub it in before holding his hand out to her.

“See any you like?” She hands him one with a cartoon apple on it.

“I don’t remember buying these.”

“That’s ‘cause I bought them.” He smooths the bandaid over her skin before standing up and washing his hands beside her. She watches him in silence, chewing at her lip. When he’s done, he returns in front of her, not one word having been exchanged since.

He rests his hands on either side of her, taking a step back and letting his eyes wander over her. Her cheeks are still flushed as his scent encases her. She can feel the warmth radiating off of him; it’s a nice contrast to the goosebumps forming on her shoulders. Her dress is a pillowy pink, with lace butterflies sewn over the straps and bust. The sleeves are a sheer tulle that open out into a fanned cuff at her wrists. She wants to throw a towel at him, but there’s nothing in reach. She has never worn something like this, never seen herself in something so dainty and elegant. So, of course, neither has Caleb. Sure, he had witnessed her princess phases when she was young; the phases when she’d wrap bedsheets around her like a ballgown and appoint him as her butler. Have him hold her hand so she wouldn’t trip over the bundle of fabric while she paraded around their living room. 

And the phase in middle school when she began to experiment with makeup, braving school with cheeks so pink it looked like a sunburn. He had even seen her at her high school dance. Makeup done professionally, and a pretty dress that was fit for royalty. But she had still been a teenager. And throughout college and her moving into the workforce, she never returned to those princess phases.

Not until right now.

“You’re beautiful.” He twirls the ribbon around his finger loosely before letting it fall back against her dress. Then he brushes his thumb over her knee, tracing the dangerous line where skin disappears into fabric. His eyes wander over her face. The soft, pink blend of blush on her cheekbones. The intricate detailing of brown and black shadow around her eyes drawn out into subtle winged eyeliner. The gentle, coral plush of her lips. He swallows, a pink hue prickling at his cheeks. “So pretty. Did you have a good time at least?”

She drags her fingers up his arm, pressing into the hard muscle, before humming in reply. She can’t trust her voice not to quiver. Can’t trust her face to not flush in embarrassment if she meets his endearing eyes. No matter what he says, some part of her will still feel like the silly little girl dressing up. He mirrors her hand, knuckles brushing up her wrist, all the way up past her shoulder to her chin. He lifts her jaw so that she meets his gaze, face craned down and eyes searching hers. His brows are slightly furrowed, and she knows if she lets him look any longer, he’ll figure out exactly what’s wrong. So she pushes his hand away. But he only reels back closer than before, palm pressing against her cheek as his fingers wrap along the shell of her ear. He guides her lips towards his, then he waits. Hovers. And she watches as he takes another look down at her dress before clenching his eyes. She watches as his mouth fights between their open and closed states, like he’s juggling with whether or not to speak. 

He decides to kiss her first, taking her lip between his and pushing feverishly into her. She wraps a hand around the arm that is still braced on the counter beside her. But the kiss is as fleeting as her shock. He pulls away, just far enough to speak into her cheek.

“I’ve never seen this dress before…” Is that what he’s thinking about? Her mind blanks.

“...It was a gift.”

“Right,” comes his reply after a beat. He doesn’t dwell on it any longer before he leans down again to capture her lips once more. He doesn’t mean to be rough. But the way he’s angling his face, pushing her body back further onto the counter, she can only grip his arm tighter. His tongue swipes at her lip and she lets him in without a thought. His smell, entwined with the scent of his shampoo, fills her. Her eyes fall shut and she feels her mind slip. His tongue is cruel as it sucks on hers, coaxing her mouth wider. 

“Right, but, from who?”

She has to fight the roll of her eyes as she takes in a breath, pulling him back towards her. She doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t force her. Her hand runs up along his scalp, messing up his neat hair. She doesn’t know why, but she has a fixation with his hair. The way it just falls through her fingers. The way no matter what angle she’s touching his head, he always lets a groan slip. Delightful, full groans as he rocks his body against her, in between her inviting legs. He hikes her dress up to get closer. He thinks he should be afraid of ruining it, but he isn’t. Not even in the slightest. 

“Mmph,” she moans into his mouth. When he lets up, giving them a chance to breathe, both their lips are red and swollen. She can almost see the puffs of hot air leaving his mouth. Almost hear the thumping of his chest if her own wasn’t so overpowering. Her lipstick is smudged at the corners of his mouth, so she takes her thumb and swipes at it, watching with half-lidded eyes at the plush of his lips under her finger.

“Can I take this off?” He fingers thread over the tied ribbons on her sleeves. Despite its airy and pretty appearance, the tulle rubs against her skin the wrong way.

“Yeah.” She guides him back down to her, leaving small kisses along his jaw. At the corners of his mouth. Along the thin flesh of his neck as he pulses against her. His breaths are heavy as he undoes the ribbon and slides the sleeve off her. He does the same on the other side. Then his hand travels to the strap of the dress, tugging gently at the bow.

His brows furrow as he looks at the thin straps. Her skin is flushed beneath it, and her chest is rising unevenly. Slowly, he pulls the end of the bow until it falls messily and the fabric falls just shy of her breast. He gapes, pulling back a little to get a glimpse of her face.

“No bra?” It’s almost a whisper; almost just to himself, even, as his fingers dip over the soft curve of her flesh. She reaches for his hand, and guides it to the other strap without a word. No, her lips are focused on unwinding him from the base of his throat. He follows her encouragement and pulls the string, letting the bust of the fabric fall down onto her lap. He takes a moment, eyes grazing over the swell of her breasts. Over her hardened nipples as the rush of cold air engulfs them. 

“Don’t stare,” she whines, pulling his face into her neck. He uses the opportunity to reach around her and begin loosening the lace in the corset.

“Why not, though?” His tone is teasing. 

“It’s unfair,” she mumbles, hands lifting the hem of his shirt. He lets her tug it up to his chest before helping her and pulling it over his head. When he looks back at her, her cheeks are red as embers. His scent is overwhelming, and the heat radiating off his chest makes her dizzy. But she reaches up anyway, and runs her palm over his chest. Her fingers dip and bend to every crevice, every rise and fall of his muscles. 

Forgetting the corset, his hands pull her chin back towards him. His lips are scorching against hers, wet and messy in their trail down to her jaw. She gasps into the air, pulling him closer by his waist. The sheer broadness of his torso forces her legs wider, and he leans flush against her. His fingers work blindly to hike the rest of her dress up, pulling it out from under her and bunching it together at her waist. 

“Look at you.” His thumbs strokes at the soft flesh of her inner thigh before taking a devious swipe at her clothed cunt. “I’m going to ruin you, baby.”

“Caleb,” she sighs airily, wriggling her hips to get closer. He holds her in place, though, one hand gripping her waist as he kneels down in between her legs. He rubs at her clothed clit and she throws her head back, biting down a moan. 

“Don’t go quiet on me now, baby. You’ve done more than enough of that tonight, don’t you think?” She feels the sting of guilt creep back into her chest, contorting with her stirring arousal. But she can’t say anything; her mind blanks as he presses a chaste kiss on the damp fabric. “Answer me, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sorry, Caleb.” He doesn’t respond; instead he pulls her panties to the side and thumbs over her sensitive flesh.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in to press another kiss at her sex. She swallows and leans back onto her elbows. Despite her squirms, she can’t get any closer. He won’t let her. “Gonna use my fingers to stretch you out, okay?”

She nods frantically even though he can’t see her, her whimpers breaking through her clenched teeth. He uses his thumb to part her sex, sliding it gently up and down her sticky opening. Just when he thinks he has to use his evol to stop the writhing of her hips, he slides a finger into her, and she shudders. Compared to her own, Caleb’s fingers are thicker, longer. Warmer, even. He starts a slow, even pace. But even he knows she can take more with the state of her dripping cunt. 

“Gonna add another, okay?” 

She nods again.

“Please, yes.” Her words are just as shaky as her breath. She’s backed so far up onto the counter that her shoulders and head rest on the mirror. It’s freezing compared to the blaze between her legs. 

As he slides a second finger in, he wraps his mouth around her clit, sucking harshly. She almost cums right there, lurching forward.

“Caleb!” When the shock dissolves, she leans back down against the mirror, writhing against his tongue. His fingers are still gentle and slow. But his tongue is fierce, nudging at her most sensitive part with the tip of his tongue. She can see him growing restless beneath her, faintly mimicking her squirm. The hand on her waist presses into her harshly for a second before he soothes the area with his thumb.

“Gonna let you go now. Don’t move.” His voice is gentle, but firm. He looks up at her, mouth still on her cunt, and she feels something sinister stir in her stomach. She gives him a weak nod and mouths an ‘okay’.  

His hand leaves her shakily, then travels down to his own pants as he begins palming himself. She almost rolls her hips in pleasure but his piercing gaze holds her in place. His pace on his cock is rough yet slow, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Milky fluid is dripping down to his wrist, threatening to drop and stain his pants. He can’t care less, though. Not when he’s the one making her feel this good. 

“Caleb!” She can’t stop her squirms anymore, hand grabbing tufts of his hair and pulling him away to no avail. “Stop! I’m gonna come!” The moans falling from her mouth do nothing to deter him.

“Do it,” he says, sucking more harshly. He slips a third finger in and she lurches forward, using her other hand to brace herself on his shoulder. She shakes her head, the sting of tears brimming at her eyelids. 

“Don’t wanna.” She groans and her thighs try to clamp shut around him. “Wanna come on your cock. Please, please, Caleb.” His eyes snap up to hers again, brows knitted sternly. 

“Come,” he demands, “do it. On my fingers.” 

Despite her begs and whines, he doesn’t give her a choice. His fingers never slow, pushing and pulling against her pulsing walls until she can no longer hold it in. She orgasms with an open mouthed whine, thighs cramping in an exhaustive shake around his head. His fingers continue their slow drag through her high, letting her ride out the intensity. A single tear has spilled from her eye, traversing the curve of her flushed cheek. She slumps back down against the mirror, elbows just strong enough to support her body. 

“Good girl,” he says quickly, standing up and leaning down over her. He lifts her chin and looks over her, eyes searching hers. He kisses the stray tear gently; and it disappears into the mix of come and fluids on his tongue. 

Despite the pulsing of her swollen cunt, when she sees his hands unbuckle his belt, she can feel the slick in her start to build up again. She sucks in a few quick breaths, sitting up and reaching forward. She beckons him down and he obeys, letting her kiss frantic, breathless kisses along his neck, leaving coral lipstick marks in their wake. His fingers almost fumble with the belt, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor. They work messily on his zipper before pulling down his trousers to his ankles and kicking them off. Before he can steady himself, her hands are already tugging at the waistband of his briefs.

“So fucking needy,” he breathes into her, mouth ghosting her hair. Once his briefs are off, he gives himself a few slow, wide strokes. His inhale is shaky. Precum is leaking out of his tip and dripping down its veiny length. “Want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she says immediately, shimmying closer. Her breath hitches as he presses the tip at her sex, stroking slowly up and down the puffy opening. “Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please, Caleb.” She can see how strongly her pleas affect him in the way his cock twitches. In the way the muscles in his arms tighten. And in the way his jaw tenses at her every whine.  

The sticky fluids from her orgasm gather at the tip of his cock and he rubs it over her flesh like a lubricant. When neither of them can take anymore, he presses forward, pushing into her cunt inch by inch. The girth makes her shudder and moan out into the hot air between them. She can feel him filling her out completely, taking every last barrier between them down until he occupies every nook and cranny of her conscience. 

“Oh fuck,” she whines, clenching her eyes shut. He starts moving, fucking her shallowly with half his cock. Working his way further and further into her as she loosens around him. He watches her expressions, each little contortion as he fucks her. Slowing and pulling back when he thinks she might cry out. The first stretch is always overwhelming, but he navigates her physical boundaries until she fully relaxes in his hold. He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead and she smiles up at him despite her glassy eyes. Her winged eyeliner is smudged across her cheekbones. And her natural flush outdoes the pink blush. She gasps up at him, gesturing for him to keep going.

He begins thrusting into her fully, deeply with his entire cock, and her ears redden at the squelch. His pace is slow but rough, and it pushes her up further and further on the counter until her back is pressed against the mirror. She can only brace her hands against his arms locked on either side of her, nails digging into his biceps. She can feel every drag of his cock along her walls. Every ridge and curve as he fills her up slowly. Almost at a teasing pace.

“Waited all night for you.” He’s bringing this up again now. “While you were out, all pretty for someone else.” He gives her a sharp thrust and she whimpers, eyes falling shut. As she loses herself in the darkness, focusing on nothing but the feeling of his cock pushing in and out of her, she feels his knuckles brush along her cheek.

“Eyes on me, baby.” 

It’s a struggle to keep her eyes open and fixed on his piercing gaze, but he doesn’t take no for an answer. 

“Caleb,” she moans, blinking frantically to keep herself from slipping. She feels so, so full. And with each delicious push of his cock into her, he rubs against her sensitive, spongy tissue. She can feel her slick slipping out, can hear it even with each embarrassing squelch as his dick pushes through it. 

“Couldn’t even message me back-” he lands another forceful thrust, “because you were too occupied with whatever you were doing.” His pace has quickened now; and his knuckles are white against the counter as he braces himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“I said I’m sorry,” she cries out, holding onto him for dear life.

“For what?” He bites at her neck, harshly, then soothes over the area with his tongue. “What are you sorry for?” She gasps as he pulls her to the edge of the counter, forcing her legs wider to accommodate his hips. 

“I’m…I-” Her mind is going delirious with every thrust, lips biting into her swollen lips as he pushes her closer and closer towards release. “Wait,” she gasps, plating her palm against his chest. “It’s getting all over the dress.” Their combined slick has dribbled down the swell of her ass, spilling onto the counter and staining the ruffles of her dress.

Caleb barks a laugh, slowing his rut. He pulls out but he can’t stop the gush of arousal that seeps out of her sex and onto the fabric. He lifts her to her feet, steadying her for a second in her wooziness, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Want me to take it off, yeah?” His fingers pull at the ribbon and loosen the corset until it all but slips off her chest. He tugs the fabric down her hips harshly through her ‘uh huh’s and helps her step out of the pile of fabric. He kicks it out of the way much to her dismay. “Don’t worry. We’ll get it dry cleaned before you return it,” he snarls in her ear, biting at the skin.

Pushing her away from the counter and against the wall, he wraps her thigh around his waist. His lips work their way across her collarbone, sucking harshly at the flushed skin. She mewls into his ear, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly as he lifts her around him. 

“Want it just like this, yeah?” His nose nudges into her cheek at their proximity and he lines his cock back up with her messy sex. She’s pulsing. Being carried like this, having his flexed biceps all over her, she can almost feel her come at the brink of release. As she breathes in him, she catches a glimpse of the two of them in the mirror and almost moans. He’s so fucking huge, covering her entire torso. She can see her legs, wrapped neatly around him, and her heels digging into the flesh just above his ass. She swallows, a guilty flush encasing her face, and hides her face in the crook of his neck. 

Caleb slides his cock back into her, the red, angry tip swallowed in murky white release. 

“Now, tell me what you’re sorry for.” The sheer power of his thrusts causes him to push her back against the wall for support. She gasps and warbles into him, nipping intermittently at his lipstick stained neck. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. For not--mmph--checking my phone and making you--oh my god--making you worry.” The tears she has been so strong in restraining finally break. Inky globes roll down her cheek as her mascara runs. He watches her, bewitched by the way she looks so messy. So used and broken as she cries out his name. He thrusts into her harder. And she looks so pretty, he thinks, as fresh, hot tears run down her cheeks. Smearing her eyeshadow and liner until its nothing but a splatter of marks under her waterline. Her tears carve away at her foundation, leaving streaky beige stains down to her chin. And it feels so good. She feels so fucking full of him.

“Talk to me, baby,” he presses, kissing her brow.

“Mmhm,” she moans, head thrown back. “Feels so good. I just feel you.”

Her eyes can’t help but be pulled to the mirror, watching as he flexes his ass with each slam into her. She experiments with dragging her nails down his back, eyes widening as he convulses. Gasping as he pushes more roughly into her, fucking her ruthlessly against the wall. She can no longer hide her fixation, the dirty, sinister churning in her gut as she moans brokenly at the erotic image before her.

“What are you looking at?” His eyes widen for only a split second, like he can’t believe this is what’s got her clamping down on his cock every few seconds. He turns his head slightly and meets her pornographic expression in the mirror. Her eyes are half lidded and her mouth is parted. Her tongue drags lazily over her teeth with each rise and fall of her chest.

“You like watching, baby?” He watches as she breaks even further around his harsh thrusts. The smell of sex clouds her vision, fogs her conscience so much that she can only nod. “Like seeing yourself get fucked?”

He drags his thick cock out to the tip then slides back in, torturously slow. He does this a few times, angling and propping her up in such a way so that she sees the curve of his hard cock disappearing into her messy cunt. 

“Go faster,” she pleads, unable to take her eyes away from it. 

“You’re such a dirty girl, getting off on this. I had no idea you were such a lewd, filthy girl.” She cries out as she feels the spurt of her release rush to her core. This isn’t how she wants to come. Not when he’s being so slow and teasing. But she can’t help it. Can’t hold it in as she turns to mush in his arms. Her release squirts up onto his torso, soaking his skin in murky white fluids. She watches as rings of white, sticky cum gather at the base of his cock. And when he pushes too close, reaches all the way to her bruised cervix, her cum smears over her swollen sex.

“It feels so good,” she moans, wrapping her hands around his wrists tightly as he settles her down. Her legs are so shaky, and she can hardly support her weight.

“Not done with you yet,” he says, planting kisses on the top of her head. He guides her towards the counter, letting her brace herself against the cool marble, and coaxes her jaw up. “Look how messy you are, baby. So fucking beautiful for me like this.” He holds her chin between his fingers and watches her though the mirror as he plants kisses along her shoulder. Truly, her makeup is ruined. Her cheeks are wet and sticky. And her breasts are swollen, jiggling slightly as he grinds against her.

“Caleb,” she sighs, hanging her head low. Her arms are shaky, and each grind pushes her hips uncomfortably into the edge of the counter. Yet despite her exhaustive state her pussy is still pulsing for more. Seeing him behind her, almost engulfing her, makes her walls twitch and convulse. She bites her lip in embarrassment. “Wanna keep going…want you to cum in me.” She says this to spur him on. Knows that she’s biting off more than she can chew, but she doesn’t care. She reaches behind her and strokes his cock shallowly, guiding him towards her heat again.

He presses his hands against the counter’s edge where her hips meet, cushioning the blows as he bucks into her. His cock is so pent up and strained; and it swells up as she clamps down harshly on him. He’s not going to last long. Especially not now when he has a full view of her swollen breasts in the mirror, jerking with his every thrust. He desperately wants to tug at the plush flesh, bite at her nipples, even just wrap his tongue around it. But his hands are rendered immobile on the counter, and her comfort is prioritised above all else. Instead, he settles for biting into her shoulder and sucking the skin harshly. She can’t help the moans that spill out of her lips, hoarse and ragged. The particular angle of him rutting into her from behind is breaking her mind into pieces. She can feel him in her gut, fuck, she can hardly keep up as he knocks the breath out of her.

“Do you hear yourself?” Comes his taunting voice. Each moan sends a pulse straight to his cock. “Fuck, can you even think?” She manages to shake her head through her tears. She looks absolutely ruined. 

“Feel so fucking mmph--feel so good.” She feels her release gush out of her without warning, splattering over his thighs and the floor. She’s never felt so sensitive in her life than she does now as he takes on a bruising pace towards the finish line. He’s breathing out so heavily into her air, groaning and whining her name. And she can only egg him on, crying out for his release. Demanding to be filled up. 

His cock hardly leaves her cunt as he tries to push further in and in, balls flush against her ass. She feels him twitch before his warm come floods into her. It’s sticky and hot, and suddenly there’s a ringing in her ears. The feeling of being full, really full, has her gasping out against the mirror, body thrown over the counter. Her cunt is so sensitive, every trivial little shift of his body sets off another moan. Caleb slumps over her, careful not to lean his entire weight on her. He wraps his arms around her and lets her head rest back against his shoulder.

“Don’t pull out yet,” she mumbles, eyes closed.

“Don’t worry,” he coos, rubbing over her hips soothingly. “I’m not going anywhere.” She knows as soon as he pulls out, their mixed come is going everywhere. They stay there for a few minutes, the frantic rise and fall of their chests plateauing out into slow, even breaths. 

“Are you okay, baby? I know I was rough with you.” She hums, the fog in her mind slowly clearing.

“I’m okay.” Regaining control over her body, she reaches up and strokes his arm. “That felt really, really good.”

“Yeah?” He kisses at her jaw. “Gonna clean you up now, okay?” She nods. “But,” he gives her a once over, pursing his lips, “I’m gonna have to pull out. Is that okay, baby?” She braces herself before giving another nod.

“Yeah, you can pull out. But, gently, please.” Upon her approval, he eases his cock out slowly, and sure enough, white fluid trickles out of her cunt and down her legs. She lets out a gasp at the heightened sensitivity of feeling so empty. 

Caleb scoops her up and sits her back atop the counter. She leans against the mirror with a shy smile, watching him fiddle with the bottles beside her. He flips the cap of her makeup remover and lets some seep out onto a cotton pad.

“My beautiful girl.” He grins down at her, wiping gently across her cheeks. Blushing, she reaches up and brushes aside the hair falling into his eyes. His hair is damp now, seeped with sweat.

“My sweet, doting Caleb,” she echoes teasingly. He only laughs, getting a fresh wipe. He tips her jaw up slightly, dabbing cautiously around her waterline.

“Close your eyes for me, baby.” She does as she’s told, and feels the cold wipe on her skin. He takes extra care around her lashes and the corners of her eyes. When he’s done he leans back and tosses the used wipes in the bin.

When she opens her eyes, he’s holding out a jar in front of her.

“Want to use your cleanser now? Or after a shower, baby?” She giggles, chest filling with warmth.

“You can use it now.” He nods, twisting open the cleansing balm and taking a decent scoop out. Before he can set it down, she takes it, dipping her own fingers in.

“What,” he says through a laugh, “you’re gonna clean me up too?”

“Of course, dummy,” she quips, smoothing the balm between her hands. Once the balm is more pliable, she applies it evenly over his face. She rubs it into his skin with gentle, circular motions. “Like this,” she hums, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. He watches, eyes rounded and gleaming in awe, and then he follows her direction, spreading the balm over her soft skin. Their arms brush against each other in their proximity. 

As they settle into silence, she bites her lip.

“I really didn’t mean to make you worry, Caleb.” He looks up at her, fingers slowing down. She stays focused, though, smoothing the balm over his forehead. “I should’ve let you know I was going out.”

“Don’t stress about it now, baby. You’re here now, right?” He kisses the top of her head. “That’s all that matters.”

“I made you stay up late,” she says. She reaches over to the sink, letting the water run over her hands. Guiding him closer, she begins wiping the balm off then rinsing it down the sink. 

“It’s nothing,” he reassures her. “Baby, don’t keep dwelling on it. It won’t happen again, right?” She shakes her head. “Then that’s all I need to know. I trust you.”

She stays still as he begins washing the balm off her face as well.

“Do you have to get up early tomorrow? It’s almost three…” He only shakes his head.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, baby. I’m all yours.” He pauses. “Well, technically, it is tomorrow.” She mirrors his grin, leaning down and capturing his lips. It’s gentle and slow. 

He pulls away first, taking her arms and guiding her down off the counter. 

“Come on, gotta shower first before you fall asleep on me.”

Okay, i wrote this ages ago and this was supposed to be part 2 of a Sylus fic where he does your makeup . lord give me the strength to finish it.

bruh when the deceptive solitude artwork came out, best believe i was fucking FROTHING at the mouth

[lilliezzzzz-fics]

Summer with the Drivers

including: alex albon, dino beganovic, lando norris, lance stroll, oscar piastri and yuki tsunoda author's note: these drabbles are just an excuse for me to write about my favs btw (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) i didn't celebrate midsummer this year unfortunately, but oh well! it was a month ago now anyway tags: teeth-rotting fluff, a little crackfic-ish in isacks, gender-neutral reader, no use of y/n warnings: not proof read pls excuse my misspellings 😓 word count: 1.7k (250-ish each) ♬ here comes the sun - remastered 2009, the beatles

★ Alex Albon

When your boyfriend said the heat in Thailand was a lot, you expected the type of heat that only burns—not one that actually cooks you.

Even just lying on a towel, you can feel sweat slowly trickle down your body, and you feel like you might boil if you continue taking in the sun. To be fair—you are on a beach, but still! You didn't forget to put on sunscreen, at least.

“I got us some ice cream,” Alex’s voice pipes up from behind you, and usually you'd turn around with a smile but this time you only let out an acknowledging groan. “You okay, babe?”

“I’m dying.” You sigh.

“You're just warm.”

“No I’m not. I think the sun actually has some personal vendetta against me, Lex. I feel my skin melting.”

He lets out a scoff, thrusting the ice cream towards you, and you grab it with a scowl. His hand rests atop your skin as he shuffles to lie down beside you on the towel, and the temperature change of his palm is refreshing. Even if it's only there for a moment.

And then the ice cream starts to drip down your hand and you once again let out a whine.

“What the fuck!”

“That's what happens when you shit talk the sun, babe.”

★ Dino Beganovic

Midsummer is the Scandinavian definition of a summertime dream.

Strawberries, flowers in full bloom, a full dinner with delicacies that was just typically Swedish—a perfect little holiday.

You’re lounging on the grass, the scent of wildflowers lingering in the air as laughter carries through the open countryside. Dino’s beside you, lying on his back with a daisy tucked behind one ear, like he’s always belonged in a summer painting.

He turns to you, one eye squinting from the sun. “You’re staring at me like you’re about to write poetry, or something.”

“Maybe I am,” you tease, plucking a blade of grass and twirling it between your fingers. “You’d be the muse, obviously.”

“Oh, obviously,” he grins, propping himself up on his elbows. “Make sure you say I’m brave and heroic.”

You laugh, nudging his shoulder. “I was thinking more of ‘soft and sunshine-soaked.’”

Dino giggles at that, giving you a lop-sided smirk, showing his teeth, “I’m not soft. I’m cool. And awesome. And totally handsome.”

“The most handsome man ever.”

He grins at your statement, clearly happy with your praise, before collapsing back onto the grass, arms outstretched like he could hold the whole sky. His brown hair glimmers in the light, almost akin to a halo.

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll write that poem after all.

★ Isack Hadjar

“Why are you shadowboxing in the pool?”

Isack turns to face you with an expression on his face that seems like you've insulted his grandmother. He pouts at you, then turns away with his arms crossed and cheeks puffed—like a toddler throwing a tantrum at recess.

“Can I not have hobbies?” He says with mock offense.

You have to stifle a snort at the fact that he actually sounds upset, your eyes crinkling a little. At this point, you don't know if he's joking or not—and if he is, he's really committed to the bit. Maybe the acting he does for the VCARB social media has made him a little too good at it.

“You can, you're just splashing water all over my face.”

“It's only water?” He tries, turning to you.

“I still don't see why you need to box right now. You could just relax with me, no?” You muse, patting the pool tile you're sitting on, and you see how Isack half-turns to you for just a second.

“...Fine.” He mutters after a moment of faux-contemplation, now fully turned toward you, his eyes just the bit softer.

“Wasn't that hard, was it?”

“Well I couldn't abandon my lovely partner now to sit all alone, now could I?”

★ Lando Norris

Sitting in Lando's room watching him play video games was not how you imagined most of your summer being spent.

Okay, most might be a bit of a hyperbole, but it was more than you expected. It's not your fault that you had expected something more outdoor-ish. Like golfing, at the very least, but no—he just had to get this set in the new Monster Hunter game, or he just had to play one more round of Black Ops—it’s not gonna take long.

It takes an hour then some. He said I'll be off in a little while forever ago, and honestly you're getting impatient. He's been staring at those pixels for ages, the summer heat of the night drifting through your open window.

“Babyyyyy,” you whine, dragging out the syllables, “when are you getting off? I’m bored.”

He tugs the side of his headphones, letting one ear free so he can listen better, “just a sec, love.”

“You said basically the same thing an hour ago.”

“I know, ‘m sorry baby—just a sec, okay? I promise.”

And this time, it actually is just a second before he takes off his headphones and slides out of his chair, walking over to you. He leans over, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy?” He mumbles against your skin, lips pressed against your temple.

“Very.”

★ Lance Stroll

Spending summers on lux yachts with a cuddly boyfriend was the dream, and you are currently living it.

Curled up to your side with his long arms lazily wrapped around your body is Lance, sunglasses messily in his hair as he snores, contented—wine glass long forgotten on the table to your side.

The sun was perfectly perched in the sky where the light still bounced off the top of the boat, and hit your skin in the way it warmed and not seared. Like a scene taken straight out of a book in its comfort.

Lance flutters his eyes awake, his eyelashes batting against your sunkissed skin. He stretched out his legs, groaning softly before looking up at you.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” You tease, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Morning,” he replies, something between a mumble and an admission of sleep-worn love, “I had the best dream.”

You hum, “yeah?”

“Mhm,” he drags, letting his chin rest atop your head, and when he speaks you feel the rumble of his throat by your ear, “we were at home, just the two of us. Doing normal stuff.”

“Sounds pretty boring.”

“It was great. Us against the words you know?” You hear the smile in his voice. “Nothing to ever disturb us.”

★ Oscar Piastri

You do not know how to surf. And quite frankly, if you were 100% honest, you are a little more than reluctant to learn.

But Oscar was just so radiant when he woke you and told you the waves were good, and that he could teach you. Okay, you could try it, just for him—that’s what you told yourself as you slipped into your swimwear and headed out.

The sand scorched the soles of your feet as you stepped to the beach, and silently you deflated for not bringing flip-flops out. Oscar was already by the water with his surf board tucked under his arm, sea half-way up to his thighs.

You jog down the sand, muttering curses under your breath, and Oscar looks over his shoulder just in time to catch you wincing.

“No shoes?” he calls out, grinning.

“You didn’t say it’d feel like walking on lava!”

He laughs, easy and light, and holds out a hand once you’re close enough. “Come on. It’s better in the water.”

You hesitate for half a second, staring at the board and the waves and then at his face—hair already sticking to his forehead, salt glinting on his skin. He looks happy.

So you slip your hand into his and wade in, letting the ocean take the edge off the heat.

“I still think this is a terrible idea,” you murmur.

“You’ll be fine,” Oscar says, tugging you deeper, “I’ll teach you.”

“And if I drown?”

“Then I’ll save you. Obviously.” He flashes you that barely-there smirk, the one that always makes your heart do a twirl in your chest.

“Such a hero.”

“Only for you,” he says with a wink that scrunches up his cheek, and the warmth in it makes you forget all about the sand, the waves, and your aching feet.

★ Yuki Tsunoda

“Ramen always tastes best at midnight.”

That's what Yuki insisted on when you arrived in Tokyo, but to be awoken at sometime near that hour to take a bullet train to Ikebukuro just for the dish, that was something you didn't expect.

Yet, there you were, near some small ramen shop with Yuki wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and with his hair so messy that it looked like a raccoon practically lived in it. He tugged you inside, greeting the owner and sat you down.

“The broth here is perfect,” he mumbled quietly, sleep still teetering in his eyes, “they use fish-flakes and the perfect amount of green onion for garnish.”

You hummed, and he pulled out the menu that was most definitely in Japanese.

“I can't read this,” you half-mutter, squinting at the kanji that basically blurred together.

“Don't worry,” Yuki said through a yawn, “I’ll order for you. I know what you like anyway.”

You raised a brow. “Do you?”

He shrugged, tapping the laminated page like he was placing a bet. “Trust me.”

He grinned at you before saying something in Japanese to the owner, and moments later he was pouring you water from a shared plastic jug like this was the most normal thing in the world.

The ramen came quickly, and Yuki’s eyes practically sparkled.

He took one bite and let out a noise you could only describe as spiritual. “Perfect,” he whispered. “Like, better-than-sex perfect.”

“I feel insulted.” You retort, but look at the still-steaming bowl placed in front of you, “but it does look good, I suppose.”

Then, when you tasted the broth, you swore your soul left your body a little.

He looked over at you—cheeks full, eyes crinkled from a sleepy smile. He spoke softly, “told you ramen tastes better at midnight.”

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Hairstylist!reader and touch starved!141

Enough. Said.

I'll try my best with this one!! I think I'll go with Price - that boy's got a lotta hair. I just want you to know that I had to google "Captain Price without a hat cod" for this.

"Captain, you need tae get a haircut," Soap scolds. "Yer beard is longer than the 'hawk!"

Price grimaces. "You'll have to kill me, Soap."

"Price, I am beggin' ye," replies Soap, clasping his hands together as if he's praying. "A bloody caveman would look better than you!"

"I don't want to," Price replies, crossing his arms. "I don't need it."

"You do," Ghost says plainly, narrowing his eyes behind the mask. "Even my hair looks better than that, Price."

"I can give ye my lady's number!" Soap offers.

"You go to a fucking hairstylist for that thing on your head?" Ghost scoffs.

"I go for the scalp massage and the flirting." Soap sticks his tongue out at Ghost.

"I'll take the number, if it'll shut you up," Price finally says after a few moments of Soap and Ghost bickering.

Soap enters her number into Price's phone, putting (Hairstylist) at the end of her name. Price tucks his phone away and goes about his day, but he finds himself unable to stop thinking about getting his hair cut. It is getting a little scruffy, and if Soap is willing to spend money on his fuck-ass mohawk for this lady... maybe it's worth it.

So, Price dials here number at the end of the day. He waits three rings until she picks up.

-

You answer your phone with a cheerful, "Hello! How can I help you?"

"My name is John Price. Uh, a friend of mine said he gets his hair cut by you. Do you... do you have anything available tomorrow?" the man on the other end asks.

You open your calender on your computer, nodding thoughtfully at it. "Yes, I have a spot open at 1500 tomorrow. Does that work for you?"

"That works just fine for me," he says, sounding a little strained.

"Awesome! I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Price," you exclaim, marking him down. "Have a good night!"

"You, too. Bye," he almost whispers.

"Buh-bye!" You hang up.

When tomorrow finally rolls around, a tall, burly man walks into your salon at 1500 sharp. You try not to gape at him, really, you do. But behind that thick beard and under that cute hat, you can see what is likely one of the most handsome men you've seen in your whole damn life. He walks up to the front counter, almost sheepish.

"Um, I'm looking for a Ms..." He glances at his phone.

"Are you John Price?" you call. "I'm your stylist today, baby. Come on over, we'll get you all fixed up!"

You sit him in your chair and remove his little hat. You set the hat in his lap, then turn him around in the chair. With a dramatic swoosh, you wrap the cape around his shoulders. "I haven't had my hair cut in a few years," he admits softly.

"That's okay," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. He's shaking a little under your palms, like he's cold. You gently scratch his beard, playing with strands of his hair. "What are we thinking? Something military? Something fluffy? Something handsome?"

"Wh-whatever you think is-is-is best," he stammers.

"Don't worry, baby, we'll have you killin' all the ladies," you say. "Now, lean back. I'm gonna wash your head and your face."

He gives you a worried look. "That's a lot... can we skip the face, please?"

"Sure we can." You nod. "Let me know if you change your mind."

Price leans back with the chair, resting his neck against the curve of the wash bowl. You adjust the water to a warm temperature, wetting his hair with the sink's hose. He's still shaking like a leaf on a tree, and you can see the faint outline of his fists clenching against his jeans.

"Relax, John. I'm not going to hurt you," you say, turning off the sink. You lather your best shampoo between your hands, and you can see him mentally bracing himself.

Gently, you card your fingers through his hair, scrubbing his scalp. You are giving him the special treatment. You know that. He's so skittish about you touching him, and you want him to come back to see you again. "That's nice," he whispers, glancing up at you.

You can't help the grin that crosses your face. "Yeah? Don't get your hair washed very often?"

He shakes his head. "I don't like... it."

You nod sagely. "I caught that. Don't worry. You're in good hands."

"Johnny MacTavish recommended me to you," Price murmurs.

"Johnny?" you laugh. "Bugger. He only gets his hair done to flirt!"

"I should have assumed as much," he grumbles. As you move your hands down to the sides of his head, you notice he leans into your touch. He seems to be enjoying this.

When you finish rinsing his hair off, you gently cup his face. "Can I wash your beard?"

He gives you a frightened look, but a single nod. "Okay."

You scratch his beard, then lather your beard wash between your palms. "If you were Johnny, I'd offer to sit in your lap," you tease.

His eyes dilate. "You... you would?"

"He's a flirt," you hum as you gently massage his face.

"But would you do it?" Price asks hesitantly.

"Sit in your lap?" you chuckle. "Maybe if you took me out on a date first."

"Okay," he whispers.

"Okay?" You raise your brows. "What's that mean?"

"I'll go on a date with you," he groans softly when you massage his temples.

"Let's get this haircut done first, yeah? Then we can talk about dates," you promise. You wrap his face in a steaming hot towel, scrubbing him gently before sitting him up again.

Price watches you work in the mirror, his heart melting with each snip of your scissors. He's never been touched so adoringly before. The haircut seems like it's over before it even started. And he finds himself wanting your magic fingers to touch... other parts of him.

As he examines his fresh cut in the mirror, a thick beard that's trimmed with perfection and a short, yet handsome hairstyle. "Thank you," he whispers. "For being so kind."

"Of course, John," you reply, cupping his face. "Now, you come back any time, okay?"

"About that date?" he says, eyes darting away from your fsce for a second.

"Call me, baby. We'll set something up," you assure him.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Part 2 for this

Logan kept it up for months. He knew you'd get sick of him eventually, knew you'd want more. He was actually, honestly surprised at how long you lasted.

One night, as he came to you, knocking on your bedroom door and not letting you speak as his mouth overtook yours, you pulled away, furrowing your eyebrows and shaking your head.

“No? No what?” he asks, frowning.

“I don’t want this ‘nymore,” you say quietly, pretty eyes glistening with tears. “I can’t keep loving you, Lo, you only hurt me.”

His heart sinks. He has to admit, part of him hoped you’d never leave. “What’re you sayin’? You done with me just ‘cause I didn’t say I loved you?”

You sniffle, hugging yourself, and Logan realizes that’s exactly what happened.

He scoffs softly, his ego bruised, that hurt turning to anger. “You agreed to only physical,” he reminds you, as if that would convince you to take him back. “You knew what you were getting into, bub.”

You just shake your head again. “I can’t keep doing this, it hurts too much.”

He clenches his jaw. He hates himself for hurting you, for using you, for making you fall in love with him only to break your heart. He wants to yell, punch the walls, grab you by your shoulders and shake you until you see reason. He wants to throw you onto the bed, fuck you just how he knows you like so you realize how much you need him.

Instead, he takes a deep breath. “’kay,” he says quietly, and then he’s walking out of your room.

The days that follow without you convince Logan a hell exists. He’s angry—angrier—all the time. His head hurts. His nerves on edge. If someone so much as glances at him, he wants to murder them. The entirety of the X mansion avoids him; the adults get out of his way without a word, the kids run off with wide eyes and racing hearts. He’s a force of nature this angry, something dark that destroys everything it touches, hurts and breaks all.

Including you.

No amount of alcohol helps. No amount of random women at bars helps. No amount of cigarettes helps. He feels like he’s withering from the inside and nothing can stop it.

He finds himself at your bedroom door, late one night, after hours of standing in front of his mirror, just him and his thoughts. He’s come to terms with it, and he hopes you will too.

He doesn’t knock, just barges in. He finds you sitting on your bed in your pajamas, book in hand, hair down. You look up, frowning at him. “I told you—”

“I know what you said, bub. I heard you fine,” he grumbles, shutting the door after himself. “I heard you fine.”

You get off the bed, cross your arms. “Then why are you here?” You’re pouting, putting on this tough-girl façade, but he can hear your heart racing and your breathing grow quicker. You’re nervous, uneasy. He can smell it.

“Because I’m sorry,” he says quietly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot.” His hand traces the pattern on your duvet. “I had you and I pushed you away because I thought I could keep my heart shut out.”

He glances up at you. Your eyes study him, deciding whether or not to believe him. You wouldn’t put it past him to lie to you only to fuck you again.

“Baby, I’m a fuckin’ moron. I had it all with you. A gorgeous, sweet, kind girl, and I lost it all ‘cause I was too proud to admit I’m in love too.”

He hears your breathing hitch, your eyes widen. “You’re lying,” you say, but your voice is quiet, lacks the snark it should carry.

He shakes his head. “I’m a dick, but I ain’t lyin’ bout this, bub. I ain’t. I love you too, I was just too stupid to see it before.”

He sees in your eyes the moment your walls crumble, and you’re back in his arms. “You love me?” you whisper, allowing him to tug you closer.

“I love you,” he confirms, pulling you to the bed, lying you down gently.

This time, it’s different. There’s no roughness to his movements, only a tender care that makes your body feel alight with warmth and careful desire.

He eats you out like he’s worshipping you, like he needs you to live. And when he fucks you, he does it slow.

Every roll of his hips has you seeing stars, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly rocks in and out of you. His forehead presses against yours, breaths mixing. He kisses your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, feeling like his body will melt against yours, like his soul and yours are intertwining.

And then, when he comes in you, he keeps his cock in you, hoping to keep his cum in you, hoping you’ll give him a family, hoping you’ll let him stay because he doesn’t deserve to love you, but he’ll damn well try.

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greenlight [ part four ] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: seunghyun works so hard and never gets the chance to relax so you decide to help him out ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings:18+ mdni. oral (m & f receiving), slight dirty talk, swearing, a lil fluffy at the end, virgin!reader ・❥・authors note: this may not be my best work but its definitely a thing i wrote <3

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Seunghyun hadn’t stopped since the moment he came. There had been no break, no chance to really relax before he was thrown back into work. In true Seunghyun fashion, he never complained but you could see how exhausted he was. The days when he came home and instantly went to bed, sleeping in longer than he should’ve. He really needed a days rest. Maybe a vacation was in order — you’d have to look into planning one when he had a gap in his schedule. For now, all you could do was be there for him the best you could.

That was why you’d decided that when he came home tonight, you were going to make sure he had the most relaxing night he could. Around the bedroom, you’d lit candles, creating a nice, calming atmosphere. You put on some of his favourite music and to top it off, as a little extra treat, you wore nothing but his favourite Pink Floyd shirt, the fabric resting above your knees.

All you had to do now was wait for him to walk through the door.

“Baby, I’m home,” he called out, the tiredness evident in his voice. Instantly, you were on your feet to greet him. The second he saw you he couldn’t help the smirk on his face, his eyes raking over your body. “Nice shirt.”

“Right? Very comfortable, though, I think its original owner looks hotter in it,” you teased. Your hand found his, lacing your fingers together. It was a simple gesture but it made Seunghyun’s heart melt. After a tiring day, coming back to you was what made it all worth it. It’s what got him through the day.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I think you look incredibly sexy right now.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you play your cards right, I’ll let you see what’s underneath.”

Seunghyun’s eyes flashed with desire. Over the last few weeks, the intimacy between you had only grown. The flirting was at an all time high, the touches were constant — it was driving him wild and he loved every single second of it. Nothing was hotter to him than the fact you were opening up to him, allowing yourself to explore your sexuality with him. It was corny as hell but it made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. 

He was about to speak but you pressed your finger to his lips to silence him. “Hold that thought, I’ve got something planned for tonight. You’ve been working so hard lately and I think you need someone to take care of you. Luckily, you have me.”

With a tug of his hand, you led him towards the bedroom. His heart soared when he saw the scene in front of him. The room adorned with candles, the sounds of his favourite jazz music echoing quietly throughout the dimly lit room. It was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for him. Little did he know what else you had in store for him. This was something you had been building up to all week. He had always been so kind to you, taking care of you in and out of the bedroom but now it was your turn to do the same for him. 

“Take your shirt off and lay down on the bed for me on your stomach. First on the agenda is a massage,” you whispered, leaning up on your tiptoes to press a ghost of a kiss against his lips. Your hands toyed at the hem of his shirt, helping him pull it off and over his head to reveal his toned chest. Seunghyun may have been insecure about his own body but you thought he was the most beautiful man alive. You rested your palms on his chest, gently pushing him down onto the bed.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He teased but immediately did what you asked. Now his back was exposed to you, you settled yourself on the bed. Your hands found his shoulders, gently rubbing at them. Seunghyun let out a long groan, the tension instantly leaving his body. The way your soft hands felt on his skin was heaven. 

“Just relax,” you cooed. Slowly, your hands moved lower, making sure to rub and caress every inch of his skin. It made his skin feel like it was on fire, the way you were touching him was so sensual, he could feel his cock already hardening at your simple touch.

“I forgot how good you are with your hands,” he mumbled into the pillow, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the feeling of your touch.

“My hands aren’t the only thing I’m good with.”

Before Seunghyun could make some snarky comment back, you pushed at his shoulder to roll him over onto his back, straddling him now. Your lips found his neck, pressing light kisses along his skin. Seunghyun groaned, his hands finding their place on your hips but only for a moment because you soon began to trail your lips down his chest and stomach until you reached the waistband of his pants. His eyes shot open.

“Wait, wait, wait. Are you…? You don’t have to. Baby, this is more than enough,” he said but you shook your head at him.

“I want to, okay?” You popped the button of his jeans, tugging them off his legs. His erection stood tall through his boxers, the sight causing you to lick your lips. “Just let me take care of you. Always working so hard, you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Without a second thought, you pulled his boxers off, discarding them on the floor with his jeans. You wrapped your hand around his length, slowly moving your hand up and down. Seunghyun watched with hooded eyes, wanting to see every moment of this so he could burn it into his memory. There’d been many handjobs since the first one but he would never tire of the feeling of your hands bringing him pleasure. The fact that you were taking that next step tonight, it filled him with so much pride and admiration that you were comfortable enough with him. It was insane to think that weeks ago the most you’d done was make out and now here you were ready to wrap your lips around him.

He watched as you lowered your head, your tongue darting out to tease the head of his cock. He shuddered, fighting the urge to grab the back of your head and push himself into your mouth but he knew he needed to go at your pace. This was your first time giving anyone a blowjob — he was going to be patient even if it killed him.

Your hand still stroked him while your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking lightly. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever witnessed — seeing his cock in your mouth. Slowly, almost agonisingly slow, you took more of him into your mouth. He let out a heavy, shaky breath. The feeling of your tongue on the underside of him was driving him inside. The wet, warm feeling of your mouth was nearly enough to make him bust there and then.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good. You’re a natural.” He couldn’t help it, his hands finally finding the back of your head to guide you as you began to bob along his length. 

You began to move faster, spurred on by his praise and the way he was pushing you down with each movement. The nerves that had been bubbling up inside you leading up to this suddenly vanishing at the sounds he was making. You had been so scared you’d mess this up.

It was a few moments later when you pulled off for some air, your hand still working him. “Is that okay?”

“Fuck yeah, it is. Keep going. Don’t be afraid to take me a little deeper. I wanna feel you gagging around me,” he said, his voice a low whisper.

“Your wish is my command.” You took him back in your mouth, this time going deeper until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. Seunghyun groaned deeply at the choking sound you made, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips up.

“Shit, that’s it. Fucking choke on it,” he held your head in place, finally unable to hold back as he began to thrust into your mouth. He was careful not to overwhelm you but you were taking it like a champ. The choking sound you made every time he hit the back of your throat, the way you swallowed around him — it was all too much. “I’m gonna cum. Swallow it all, princess.”

It took one more thrust into your mouth before his release finally hit him. Seunghyun moaned loudly, holding your head in place as he emptied himself into your mouth. You gagged around him, swallowing every spurt of his release.

Panting, Seunghyun relaxed back onto the bed, letting go of your head. You sat up, licking your lips. The way your cheeks were red and lips covered in your saliva and his release was enough for him to nearly harden again.

“Feeling more relaxed now?” You raised a teasing brow. Seunghyun said nothing, instead he wrapped one strong arm around your back, pinning you underneath him.

Seunghyun’s lips found your neck, his fingers sliding up under the shirt you were wearing. The gentle caress of his fingertips sent shivers down your spine. You tangled your fingers into his pink hair, tugging lightly on the strands causing him to groan against your neck.

“Shit, baby, keep doing that and I won’t be liable for my actions,” he mumbled against your skin, nipping lightly at your pulse point. “You drive me crazy.”

“Yeah?” You said breathlessly. With a surge of confidence, you rolled your hips up into his. Seunghyun’s fingers dug into the skin of your hips, holding you down. 

“Mhm. I love seeing you like this. Finding your confidence, using it to send me spiralling. It’s hot.” He sucked at your skin, leaving a dark mark there, letting everyone know you were his. “Would never have guessed that was your first time sucking dick.”

“Told you I was skilled with things other than my hands.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think you should let me repay the favour.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his fingers moving to your face to move some of your hair out of your face, his eyes looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were to him.

“Always,” you smiled.

Seunghyun kissed you deeply, his tongue pushing into your mouth to tangle with yours. As he did, he pushed your shirt up, revealing your panties. He grabbed the base of his cock, sliding the head along your slit through the fabric. You gasped into the kiss as he kept slowly rubbing himself against you.

When he pulled back, his eyes darted between your bodies, seeing the wet patch that had formed on your panties. It made his cock twitch as he rubbed himself between your clothed folds. “You’re so wet. You get this turned on from sucking me off?”

You could only whimper, bucking your hips up into him. Seunghyun decided to take it one step further. His fingers moved to push your panties to the side. “I promise you, I’m not going to push into you, okay? Just lay back, relax and enjoy how it feels.”

You nodded your head, placing all your trust in him. Seunghyun would never do anything to hurt you or betray you so you weren’t worried. Maybe a little nervous but this was all new territory for you so that was a given. This time, when he ran his cock through your folds, your body jerked at the feeling of skin on skin. Your slick coated his length, spurring Seunghyun on as he rubbed himself faster against you. His tip hit your clit causing you to moan out, fingers digging into the sheets.

“Your pussy feels so good against my cock, baby. I can’t fucking wait for the day I can sink myself into you,” he bit his lower lip, focused on bringing you pleasure. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah,” you gasped as he hit your clit again. “Please, Seunghyun, I’m so close. I…I need more.”

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Your mouth, please.” He wasted no time settling himself between your legs and getting to work. He ran his tongue along you, finding your clit, flicking it. The moan you made was like music to his ears. His lips sucked, causing your back to arch. You were so close, he could already tell. So, to get you there faster, he slid one finger inside you, pumping into you at a rapid pace.

“Come on, baby. Come all over my fingers and mouth. Let me taste you,” he mumbled against you. It was one particular thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue that had you coming. You tugged at his hair as your body tensed, your orgasm crashing over you harder than it had before. “That’s my good girl.”

He lapped up every bit of your release, his finger slowing down until you were finally finished. His lips kissed up your body, finding yours. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t care.

“I love you,” you said breathlessly. Seunghyun pulled back, admiring the dazed look on your face. He was painfully hard again but that didn’t matter. He could take care of himself later. For now, he was content to bask in the fact his amazing girlfriend had taken another step towards finally giving herself to him.

“I love you too. So much,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before laying down beside you, pulling you into his side. “And, hey, I’m feeling a lot more relaxed now. Job well done, my love.”

The giggle you let out made him smile, his heart feeling so full. Whatever he did in this world to deserve you, he was going to make sure he kept doing it. You were his light, the thing that made the bad days better. He was so ridiculously in love.

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[very-merry-birthday]

Greed

Lust Gluttony Envy Sloth Greed Pride Wrath

Summary: You're not his, so why does he want you all to himself?

Warnings: Smut, softdom!Dean, rough sex, edging.

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A month.

That's how long you'd been able to pretend to yourself that you'd didn't care. Every day you thought of Dean, only for a moment, picturing his smile, his laugh. And then you'd shake the thought away, trying to push it deep within you as you had since you'd first met him.

But after a month, you couldn't help it anymore. You wanted to see him, you couldn't wait until the usual accidental meeting, he was stuck on your mind like honey.

You'd gone to message him first, before realizing your mistake, trying to keep your desperation hidden from yourself more than anyone, and instead texting Sam, asking him if they needed any help anytime soon.

Whether or not he saw through your pretense, he replied quickly. Yes, they did need you- right now in fact- Dean had just been about to call. He sent you their location, only a couple of states away, and you had set off almost immediately, driving through the night.

By the time you'd arrived at their motel a new morning had broken, and you'd decided that- no, of course you weren't coming here for any extraneous purpose, if anything it was because you were horny and in need of a good lay, not because of any feeling's you definitely didn't have.

You took a deep breath before knocking at their motel room door. Dean answered, pulling you into a hug before you'd even looked up at him. He squeezed you tight, lifting your body off the ground only slightly as he breathed you in, feeling your warmth soak into him. After a moment he planted you back on the ground, pulling himself together as he looked down at you, trying to keep his face straight.

He kept his hand on your waist as he stepped back, welcoming you into the room. Sam looked up from his laptop at the small table, giving you a friendly wave as you smiled at him.

"You just couldn't stay away, could you?" Dean chuckled, not knowing the truth of his statement. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, a reminder that he'd driven a lot further, for a lot less from you.

You smiled over at them both, "Are we off out then?"

Dean rubbed his thumb against your hip, "No chance, sweetheart, you been driving all night?"

"Yeah, but I-"

"Then you need a couple hours sleep."

"Seriously I'm fine I feel-"

"Take my bed." He cut you off, no room for question.

You relented, the idea of a soft bed overwhelming every other thought. You let yourself drift off as the two men continued to work away, their conversation the backdrop to your nap.

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By the time you woke up, late afternoon, Dean was next to you, typing away on his laptop that rested on his stretched out legs. You nestled yourself into him as you awoke, and he pulled his eyes away from the screen as he wrapped an arm around you. You keep your eyes closed, continuing the pretense of sleep as you breathed him in, the smell of cinnamon and motel soap, Dean.

After you'd decided you couldn't fake it any more you let your eyes flutter open, looking up at him as he lifted his arm off of you, both of you trying to seem unbothered by being so close.

"Afternoon, darlin'." He smiled back at you as he stood up, putting his laptop back on the table, Sam glancing over at you both.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, adjusting to the room. Only a day ago you'd been sitting around, trying to keep your mind busy, and now you were here, with your favorite people, in another tiny motel.

You stood up, making your way over to the table and taking a seat, looking between them, "Okay, what's the plan?"

4 deaths within 3 weeks. All of them had been looking for a new home, and then turned up the next day as bodies, discarded without a thought. The only issue was you didn't know exactly which homes- the news only describing the areas but no exact locations.

Sam had arranged three meetings across three days with three different realtors. While you were asleep he'd planned them out, thankful you were there so you could pretend to be a new bride, a young married couple working better for the ruse.

By the time you all shuffled into the car, you were sorted for the afternoon, Sam trusting you knew the plan. He finally allowed himself to get the mind off the task at hand, looking back at you from the passenger seat, "You had a date right?"

You smiled, looking over at Dean driving, before looking back, "How did you know that?"

"Dean mentioned-" you saw Dean's jaw tighten, obviously this wasn't a conversation he'd expected his brother to spill, "-sorry I didn't mean to overstep."

"No, no, it's fine. Yeah, a couple of weeks ago."

"How did it go?"

"Fine." And it had been just that- fine. He was nice enough, self assured, stable job in finance, secure. Everything you were supposed to want out of a man. But you didn't want him. You couldn't shake the aching feeling of what you actually did want.

"He good- you know?" Dean dragged his eyes over your body in the mirror, raising an eyebrow, his question obvious.

"I don't sleep with men on the first date-"

He tried to hold back a laugh, the corner of his mouth lifting in surprise. He'd only known you two days before he'd had you in the back seat of the Impala, riding his cock with such passion and agility that for a moment he'd genuinely thought he'd seen god.

You rolled your eyes at his gesture, "Believe it or not, Winchester, when I'm back home I'm actually a bit of a prude."

He allowed himself to think while you got back to business with Sam. What were you like back home? Were others able to see what he did, your confidence, your certainty? You were bold, and fearless, and sexy in a way he could never get tired of. He thought about how you'd met, on a hunt, both of you chasing the same demon. Your hair had been plastered back with sweat and blood, a bruise on your lip you didn't seem to care about. What would you have had if not the hunting? If he'd have met you at a bar, would you have given him the time of day? Would you have gone out on a first date, kissing him nervously at the end of the night? He felt a sucker punch in his stomach that he wasn't able to quench.

"Are you going on a second one?" He cut through the conversation in the car, not realizing how long he'd been quiet. You looked up at him, confused, and he clarified his thought, "A second date?"

"I don't know, Dean." You looked up at him with a meak smile. You genuinely didn't. You wanted to tell him of course not, that you didn't care about anyone else, that a second date with another man was the furthest thing from your mind. But you also knew at some point you'd have to stop pining for the hunter you'll never be able to have- and if that meant a second date then so be it.

He kept his jaw tight. He felt the need to tell you to go for it, that he was encouraging you on, but he couldn't will himself to do it, couldn't even make himself to smile. Instead he stayed with his eyes on the road, not letting himself look back at you.

By the time you arrived at the first house, you felt a pit in your stomach. You didn't like there being tension between you and Dean. You'd so naturally fitted together from the first moment you met, that the idea of unspoken words felt wrong. But you also knew you couldn't say what you wanted to, for fear of making this unnatural situation truly nuclear.

You all made you way towards the house, you leading the way as you took a deep breath, letting your thoughts clear as you focused on the case. Sam had spoken it all through with you, and you felt prepared, as long as you could keep your mind off Dean.

A young woman opened the door as you approached, a fake smile of professionalism plastered on her face as she outstretched a hand to shake, "Are you here for the viewing?"

"Yes, pleased to meet you, I'm Y/N." You shook it.

"Ah yes, I do love newly weds, who here's your husband?"

You looked back at the brothers. Of course the plan had been Dean, from the beginning it had been Dean. But you suddenly felt sick, your face going white, at the thought of trying to fake this with him. You looked at them, both of them looking back at you. You couldn't understand why he wasn't stepping forward, wasn't introducing himself, wasn't able to call himself your husband.

You reached out, grabbing Sam's hand as both men looked at each other confused for a moment, their eyes going wide as you pulled him towards you, "This is Sam, we just got married."

You looked back towards Dean, trying to straighten out his expression as he looked between you and his brother, your hands entangling together, "And that's Dean, he's our... Friend."

Sam looked down at you, pulling his face back into control, desperation still clear in his eyes. You smiled up at him, and as the woman turned back away, mouthed your best sorry, creasing your forehead in apology.

He sighed but smiled back, holding your hand tighter as he whispered, "Your hands are clammy."

You rolled your eyes, "Thanks."

He chuckled lightly. Both of you knew this felt odd, there was no doubt about it, but at least you also knew he was your friend, and he wasn't going to fuck up a hunt easily.

As you entered the first room of the house, you let Sam lead the questions, probing the woman as much as he could. You sunk into the routine of doting wife, holding his hand tight, a wide smile spread across your face.

Dean watched you both carefully, jealousy burning behind his ears. He knew Sam wouldn't try anything, he never would, but he couldn't shake the feeling from eating him up. The thought of you with another man made him queazy, and before he knew what was happening he could only picture you on your date. He pictured you leaning across the table, holding his hand, laughing at his jokes. He balled his fist up to his side, instinctively flexing his hand to try and keep his emotions in check.

Sam glanced over at him, and then back to you, leaning down when he knew his cover wouldn't be blown to whisper in your ear, quiet enough that no one else could hear, "You trying to make Dean jealous on purpose?"

You were taken aback, "No-I-"

"Because if you are, it's working." You looked over to Dean, who was watching you both with a dark expression.

Sam chuckled. He had been tortured by Dean's disguised pining for months. Of course Dean wasn't admitting anything to him, but any time your name was raised he'd become infatuated, his face lighting up as he droned on about you. The second Sam had mentioned that maybe a married couple would work better for the case, Dean had thought of you, only stopping himself from phoning to hide his desperation. It was driving Sam crazy, just waiting for his brother to admit it, and he decided it was finally time to get his own back. "Why don't we give him something to really be jealous about?"

He wrapped his arm around your waist, the way he'd seen Dean do dozens of times, pulling you closer to him. You both felt too stiff, too dubious, but to any other person it looked natural, his arm around you, your own hand snaking up to rest on his chest, the perfect married couple.

You continued to look around the house, and you could tell Sam thought this was a lost cause, just a normal realtor and just a normal house. But he continued up the act, if nothing else because he could see his brothers eyes boring into you both as you continued your tour.

Once you neared the end he let his hand fall down, watching your face carefully for confirmation. You smiled up at him, trying not to laugh, and gave him a small nod. He placed his hand on your ass, sucking in his cheeks to stave off his own laugh, and looking back up at the woman before him, nodding like he was actually listening.

You looked over to Dean slowly, trying to keep your movements hidden. His eyebrows were creased, his hands crossed against his chest, eyes staring at your ass, and now, Sam's hand. His jaw tensed as he got lost in thought, refusing to break his gaze.

You could hear the conversation wrapping up, turning your attention back to Sam as he smiled back down at you, "You know, I just had one more question about the kitchen, you mind showing me?" He untangled himself from you, shooting you a wink before leaving the room with the woman.

Dean's hands were on you before you even saw him move, roughly pushing you against the wall, gripping your waist tight. His eyes darted over your face, jaw still clamped shut.

You brought you hand up to his chest and he pushed you away, using one hand to hold your wrist against your side tight. "What the hell was that?"

"Dean it's just a case I-"

"My brother?" He wasn't letting up.

You pulled your wrist from his grasp, resting it back on his chest, "Come on, Dean, this really isn't a big deal."

"First it's some guy back home you won't tell us anything about and now it's my own brother?"

You swallowed hard, you could tell he was being serious, even if he knew deep down there was nothing to worry about.

You smoothed your hand over his chest, keeping yourself calm, "There isn't some guy back home, it was one date Dean. What does it matter to you anyway?"

"I-" He swallowed hard, his eyes darting over your face, "-It doesn't... I just-"

He couldn't form the words. You looked up at him confused, seeing him more flustered than you ever had before. He finally relented, his own hand coming down to grab your ass.

"It's not fair you getting up close to him like that," he pouted out his lip. You relaxed your hand onto his chest as his face softened, a glint forming in his eye, "Especially coz you look so fuckin' hot right now."

He pushed his body closer to you as he crashed his lips into your own, tension dissolving off of him as you responded, your own hand combing through his hair. He broke apart for only a moment to look back down at you, a grin forming at the sides of his mouth, "You wanna get out of here?"

"Sam needs-"

"Sam knew exactly what he was doing. Besides, sweetheart, there's nothing here- We can all see that!"

You nodded, biting your lip as you smiled back. He pulled you towards him for another messy kiss as you started to move, both of you tangled together in hands and lips.

You glided past the kitchen, breaking away only slightly, Dean's lips still ghosting your neck from behind as he pushed you through the building. He looked up at his brother, "Don't wait up, Sammy!" And you giggled at his tone.

Sam looked over at the realtor, who's face contorted in twisted confusion. Sam sighed, looking over at you both leaving, "He's a really, really good friend."

You were by the Impala before you'd had a moment to think, reaching out to the handle of the back seats as you had dozens of times before. Dean stopped you, kissing your jaw again messily as he guided you towards the passenger side, "I need a bed for what I wanna do to you-"

You broke apart as he climbed behind the wheel, setting off at a speed you'd never get away with if you got stopped. He kept his eyes on the road as he reached out to you, pulling you closer towards him, his hands already fumbling with the fly of your pants. You glanced over to him, watching his expression carefully as he edged the tips of his fingers down towards your underwear.

"Color?" He glanced over to you before looking back at the road.

You had used the color system before, usually only after a rough hunt when you both needed to take the edge off. It helped that his coping mechanism meant seeking control while yours meant loosing it, your roughest sex coming when both of you needed that release. It wasn't normal to use it without a reason, and your stomach flooded with arousal at the thought.

"Green."

Without hesitation he pushed his fingers below your waistband of your pants, gliding over the fabric of your underwear. He pressed his fingers against your clit and you let out a needy moan. He kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, as he began to circle your bundle of nerves, your whole body unraveling at the feeling.

He sped up his driving as you reached out to his arm, holding onto it as he moved against you. He pushed your underwear to one side, slipping a finger below and gently pushing it inside you as you moaned into him.

He chuckled lightly, "Damn sweetheart, you're fucking soaked." Then he turned his face darker, eyes still on the road, "That all for Sammy?"

You shook your head, biting your lip as he began to thrust into you.

"Come on, use your words, who's it for?"

"Fuck- Dean- it's for you! Jesus-"

He shot you a wicked smile, pulling his fingers back out, leaving you needy for more, "Damn straight."

You sighed against the seat, already feeling desperate for him. You reached out a hand to his leg, trailing it up his inner thigh, desperate to touch him.

He clenched his jaw, looking down at your hand, "You better be fuckin' careful here, sweetheart."

You began to gently palm his bulge, which was growing harder with every touch. He gripped the steering wheel harder as he watched you move, trying not to smirk.

Dean enjoyed sex with you. He always enjoyed sex with you. He liked knowing you were game for whatever he had going on. When he needed to be tougher, needed to let out his feelings in a possibly very unhealthy way, you were there, being just as toxic as him. And when he felt softer, when he wanted sex filled with giggles and mistakes and softness, you were the only one he truly felt safe being that vulnerable with. But tonight he knew he only wanted one thing- you.

You to be his.

By the time you got back to the motel, he could feel his cock straining rock hard against his jeans. You weren't fairing any better, the needy pooling between your legs becoming the only thing you could focus on. You practically dragged each other out of the car, lips heavy on each other, his hands reaching down to pull off your shirt before you'd even made it in the room. You both stumbled in, your hands flowing over his body, his mouth finding your neck.

He broke away from you, looking down at you with a stern face, his voice breathy, "Clothes, off."

You didn't question him, pulling at your clothes as he watched. You'd put on shows for him before, a tease of skin and underwear, but you could tell from his tone that's not what he wanted, stripping off as quickly as you could. You stood before him, only in your underwear, as he stayed fully clothed, still watching. He looked up to your neck, your necklace still hanging off of it, the star flat against your skin.

He walked towards you again, spinning you around so you were facing away from him. He dragged a finger down your spine slowly, sending shivers through you, before reaching back up to the clasp on your bra, and undoing it in one easy movement. You let it fall down your arms and onto the floor in front of you. He reached a hand around, letting in glide down your collarbone, past your pendant, and onto your breast, were he gently ghosted over your nipple. You felt your legs going weaker at the soft touch, but held firm, pressing yourself lightly against his body behind you.

He moved back again, not giving you any stability as he reached down to your panties, hooking his thumbs around the sides and dragging them down your legs. Once again you felt them fall to the floor, kicking them off your ankles as he looked at your ass, giving it a small sharp slap that made you shiver.

"On the bed, darling'."

You moved towards the bed, turning back towards him as you did, looking him up and down, desperate to get him unclothed. You held his hand, and he didn't stop you, as you backed up towards the bed, pulling him towards you. He followed your movements, gently guiding you down as he stayed standing before you.

"You know, I'm not much of a jealous person - but that wasn't very polite, sweetheart, parading around with my brother like that."

"Dean, I wasn't-"

"Nah-ah. You knew exactly what you were doing. Innocent look on your face like you didn't know better."

You pouted out your bottom lip. Sure you hadn't meant to make him jealous, not to begin with, but it was certainly fun knowing he was. He just shook his head with a knowing smirk.

He took another moment to look at you, relaxed on the bed, before he knelt down at the end of it, hooking his arms around your legs and pulling you towards him. You gasped as he kissed up your inner thigh, desperate and needy, your hand instantly flying to the back of his head, trying to pull him closer.

"Dean- please-"

"You're not in a position to be making requests, sweetheart, I wanna take my time."

He kissed you slowly, light lazy kisses strewn up your skin. He pressed his fingertip to the entrance of your pussy, watching as you tried to grind against him. He pushed into you slowly, only slightly, enough for you to feel him but not enough to fulfill any pleasure, and then moved his hand away again with a sly smile.

Once again he moved his finger up, gently gliding it through your soaked folds towards your clit, where he gently guided himself around it, only just brushing against it. You let out a desperate whine, need consuming you. He leant down, slowly pushing his tongue against your clit, pinching it slightly between his fingers as he rippled his tongue against you.

You felt your legs tense up instantly at the sensation, trying to keep your breathing steady as he continued touching you slowly. You pushed your hips up only slightly, trying to get a firmer touch, but he kept at a distance, keeping you on the edge of pleasure.

He continued to circle your clit with his tongue as he dragged his fingers back down, carefully pushing two into you, filling you up as he groaned against you. The vibrations sent arousal flooding through you as you moved your hips in time with his fingers.

He quickened the pace, your pleasure only growing with every thrust of his fingers, your body bending below him. You let out a gaspy moan, the ache of desperation growing greater, his tongue rapid against your clit.

You gripped the sheets beside you as you felt the tension growing inside you, your back arching off the bed, your body convulsing under him as you felt yourself about to break. You let out a desperate moan, calling out to him.

And then he pulled back again, pulling his fingers and mouth away in a single move. You gasped into the quiet room, pushing your hips back up, trying to find his touch. He kissed at your inner thigh lazily as you struggled below him, your body bucking at the need for stimulation.

He let out a low tsk, shaking his head gently, "You're gonna have to earn it, sweetheart."

Dean loved nothing more than making you come for him, your body crashing down around him, every sense on edge as you grinded against his fingers or tongue or cock. He was just as desperate for it now, but knew to hold off, knew that eventually he was gonna give you the best high of your life- if you'd let him.

You crashed your head back into the pillows behind you, letting out an exasperated sigh, "Dean- please -"

He looked up at you, serious and him again, only for a moment, "Color?"

You sighed again, looking back down at him with a small smile, "Green."

And then it was back, that dark hunger on his face, as he began to kiss your leg again, "Good."

He pushed his mouth against you again gently, feeling the aftershocks of your last desperate attempt to orgasm still pulsing against his tongue. He pushed his tongue deep into you, savouring your taste, his whole face pressed against you, nose just rubbing against your clit, enough that you felt your climax begin to return in your core.

He pulled his mouth away again, replacing them with his hand, two fingers pushed inside of you, his thumb returning to circling your clit gently. You gripped the sheets next to you, trying to keep your head straight.

"Jesus look at you, darlin', can't fuckin' control yourself, can you?"

"Dean- please-"

"Beggin' ain't gonna work. I want you to know what I can do to you."

"Dean- fuck- you feel so good-"

"That's more like it, sweetheart, keep going like that and you might get a prize."

"Please, your mouth- I need your tongue." You were becoming unraveled, your eyes rolling back as you looked desperately towards your orgasm.

He replaced his thumb with his tongue again, darting over your clit as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. The pace of his fingers increased once again, and you pushed your head back, looking up at the old motel ceiling. You rolled your hips against him, your whole body on edge as you felt yourself begin to break.

And then he pulled away again. You let out a loud groan, trying to push your thighs together to continue your pleasure as he gently held them open, kissing at the area around you knee. In your desperation you tried to push him away, only slightly, and his grip on your legs tightened, looking back up at you with a grim smile.

"Hurts me as much as it hurts you- I'd love nothing more than to make you come, but you're not making this easy..."

"Please- fuck- I'll do anything!"

He gently pushed one finger back into you. You needed more, your body trying to grind against him as he kept your legs still. He pushed in with languid movements, quick enough to keep you right on the edge of your explosion, but refusing to give you what you really wanted.

"Tell me, sweetheart-" he kissed your inner thigh again, slowly working his way up, the tiny stubble at his jaw rough against your sensitive skin, "-who's the only one who can make you feel like this?"

"You, Dean! God it's always you!"

He added another finger, still slow enough to keep you teetering, but finally filling you out. "And tell me, darlin', who can make you come harder than anyone else?"

"Fuck- Dean- No one makes me feel like you do!"

"So what do you want?"

"You- jesus- please baby I need you!"

Trust your overstimulation to send the nickname out. Dean let his face break for a moment, a smooth smile washing over him, before he turned back quick enough you didn't even noticed anything had happened.

"God you're fucking desperate... Filthy as sin, aren't you?" He pushed his tongue against your swollen clit again, only lightly, as you tried to grind against him.

Then he pulled away again, smiling up at you, "Color?"

"Green- but fuck Dean I need to come-"

He pulled his fingers out of you, pushing them into his own mouth as he swallowed down your taste, savouring every part of it. He took another look at you sprawled out before him before standing up, his jaw tensing hard.

"Touch yourself-" He reached for the back of his shirt, "-but don't let yourself come."

You pushed your fingers between your legs quickly, desperate for the stimulation you'd been missing as you began to rub your clit, waves of pleasure flowing through you. You looked back to Dean, pulling his shirt off in an easy move, his chest solid, abdomen tight. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, the pleasure rising quickly within you.

He began to unbuckle his pants and you quickly moved your hands away from your desperate clit, knowing you had no chance to stave off your orgasm once he was completely on show. You moved your fingers down lower, pushing them inside you messily, trying to keep your mind awake as you began to fall into pleasure again.

He pulled his pants down his legs and it took everything in you not to reach out, kneel below him, pull his boxers off yourself. You looked over to him, pumping your fingers into yourself quicker and quicker, your eyes wide as you looked up at him.

He teased you, a grin spread across his face, as he held his cock through his boxers, the hard outline clear, a small patch of precum soaking through the fabric. "You want this?"

You pushed your fingers in deeper, wetting your lips instinctively as you looked at his boxers, "Please-"

"Where do you want me?"

"Fuck me Dean- please- I need you so fuckin' bad-"

He pulled his boxers down his legs and you let out another moan, looking away from him to stop yourself from becoming too overwhelmed. You slowed your own fingers, edging yourself as Dean looked you over, a low groan stuck in his throat at the sight.

Before you could hear him move you felt his hands at your waist, lightly moving you as you turned to look back at him, just the look of his body almost making you come. He pulled you on top of him as he moved to lay down below you, sitting you on his stomach, your body still gently rocking against him for stimulation. He chuckled lightly, reaching down to your hips to stop your movements, keeping you steady.

He lifted you only slightly, positioning you above his stiff cock, but not letting you sink down. He pushed you slowly until his tip was only just in your entrance, and you arched your back, reaching your hands down to his legs behind you, letting him see you stretched out on top of him as you sucked in a ragged breath.

You tried to push down further, leaning forward again and resting your hands on his stomach, but he wouldn't let you, only lowering you half an inch as your eyes rolled back, your desperation obviously.

"Please- Dean- god-"

"You can't even speak- too fuckin' horny to even beg- look at you!" He lowered you down another half an inch, trying to hide his own desperation.

"I'm serious- god I need you-"

Another inch.

"Tell me who's cock you need, sweetheart, tell me who you want, tell me who fuckin' owns you."

Another inch.

"You- you baby please-"

He pulled your hips down hard, his cock filling you up, stretching you out as you let out a desperate moan for him, your fingernails digging into his abdomen as you began to rock your hips.

He let you set the speed, his hands resting at your hips as you began to grind into him, pulling all the strength you could into your kneeling legs as you tried to pull yourself back to the brink as quickly as possible. You let out a needy moan, your whole body aching with desire.

Dean's face grew hungrier as he watched you, having to hold off his own orgasm in the desperate need to give you your own. He watched as your lips parted, moaning breaths escaping your lips on every thrust. He felt himself fill you, feeling like he was breaking you in two by how hard you were driving down on him.

"Look at you, such a slut, getting fucked while you've got another guy waiting for you at home. Won't even let him touch you yet here you are bouncing on my dick like it's your salvation."

It was a low blow, one that you'd have chewed him out for in any other situation, but right now you were too drunk on pleasure to care, letting a loud moan escape your lips, pulling your head back as you sucked in another breath.

He watched your throat as you swallowed hard. He could feel your pussy clenching around his cock, your body on the precipice of shattering. He grabbed your hips hard, digging his fingers into your skin, as he began to thrust his own hips against you, keeping you steady as you felt his full cock pounding into you from below.

"Dean- Please-"

"That's it, that's a good girl, feel so fucking good, just keep yourself there for me, just keep yourself at the edge for a little bit longer."

You closed your eyes, your vision going white as you tried to hold yourself past the point of annihilation, his fingers digging into you harder, ready to snap with your rapture.

"Baby- I-" your mind dissolved, unable to form a single coherent thought, your whole body feeling stuck in your throat as you tried to get words out.

"Fuck, sweetheart, that's it- you wanna come? You feel it? So fucking desperate for it?" He pounded into you faster, his own orgasm tightening in his stomach, "Come for me baby, let me fuckin' feel you."

You let your whole body collapse as he continued to move into you, stars dancing behind your eyes as you felt ecstasy filling every nerve in your body. You went to reach down to him, needing to steady yourself, but instead your body felt like it was floating, no thoughts but your own euphoria. A moment later you felt his cum spilling into you, his rhythm unchanged as he came, his grip on you tightening, a ragged groan kicking from his throat.

He pushed you both through your orgasm, your desperate sounds and hot breath filling the room as you both started to come down from your high. His movements slowed, only slightly, as he loosened the grip on your hips, his body pressing back against the bed again, the feeling of you still on his cock almost too much. But he let you come back into focus again, still lazily grinding against you as you blinked hard, trying to steady yourself back into the room.

He carefully pulled you off of his dick, resting you on his thighs as he sat back up again, your legs wrapping around his hips. He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you breathing in each others torn breaths, your skin hot and slick against each other. He pulled you into a hug, your body going slack as you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you sitting for a moment, allowing your bodies to become one.

After he felt like the strength had finally returned you his body, he stood up carefully, keeping you wrapped around him, your head nestling into the crook of his neck as he lifted you. He made his way to the bathroom, where you heard the shower turn on. You pulled your head back up, blinking hard to adjust to the yellow fluorescents, and to your own senses coming back to you.

"You think you can stand on your own, sweetheart?" All toughness was gone now, his voice gentle as he pressed his mouth into your hair, kissing you lightly.

You nodded, unwrapping your legs from his waist as he carefully lowered you to the floor, keeping his hands wrapped around you as you steadied yourself.

Without a word he guided you into the shower, the cool water cleansing your skin, waking you back up to reality. He stepped in behind you, pressing his body against you as water poured down on you both. He gently began guiding the water over you, his hands flowing over your body, delicate touches as though he was afraid of breaking you. He leant down, the water crashing into his head as he pushed his hand between your legs, ever so carefully splashing the cool liquid against your sensitive flesh. You sucked in a breath at the sensation, trying to keep yourself steady as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He kissed your skin lightly, trying to keep you with him.

"I'm okay." You breathed steadily as he pushed his hand up, letting more cold water flow between the two of you, washing you clean.

He stood back up, kissing your forehead lightly and then scrubbing down his own body quickly, trying to wick away the sweat and smell of sex that clung to him. He looked down at you, your body gorgeous, glistening with droplets of water, and then had to turn away again for fear of his cock hardening again.

"I'm only gonna be a minute."

You nodded, welcoming a moment to yourself, your thoughts finally coming back to you as he slipped out of the bathroom, patting himself down with a towel. All you could ever think about was Dean. His arms, his legs, his smile, his laugh. And what made it worse was that he was the best damn lay you'd ever had in your life.

After a moment he was back again, a new pair of boxers covering him, more clothes in hand. He shut the water off as you climbed out, wrapping a towel around you in an instant to warm you back up.

You watched as his eyes flowed over your body. He knelt down in front of you, his thumb brushing lightly over the new red bruising that was starting to form at your hips where he'd pushed his fingers into you. "You feel okay, darlin'?"

You took in a deep breath, awestruck by the image of him on his knees before you, "Better than okay, that was incredible Dean."

He laughed hesitantly, kissing your hips, the new bruises, by way of an apology, and then standing back up to look at you. He passed you a bundle of clothes, a pair of his boxers and an old shirt, both of which you slipped on without thinking, the smell and feel of him surrounding you.

He guided you back to the bed, laying you down as he came to rest beside you, wrapping your bodies around each other. He breathed you in deeply, the feeling of your chest rising and falling as you began to drift off, too exhausted to do anything else.

He brushed his thumb against your hip gently, lightly massaging your bruises as he took a moment to really look at you. You looked so vulnerable when you were resting, so perfect in his clothes, he had to swallow hard to bring his thoughts back to reality.

He'd had you. For one night he'd had you as completely his. He wanted you for more, he wanted you every single day, but as he looked at you, your eyes closed, softly humming against his touch, he knew he didn't deserve that. Didn't deserve you.

He kissed your forehead gently, pulling you in closer to him, as he spoke with a tight jaw, "I think you should go on that second date."

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A LAKE HOUSE MORNING ⋆ JH86

how I think early mornings at the hughes lake house would go with each brother. jack’s version <3 jack’s had me in the biggest choke hold for months now. I think i’m converting to a jack girly 😪

read: quinn’s version and luke’s version

you hear the clatter of pans and cutlery as you make your way down the stairs of the lake house, sunlight streaming in through windows all over the house that quinn must have opened earlier, just as he does every morning.

you follow the noise all the way to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway and leaning against the entryway, watching your boyfriend as he makes breakfast.

he was standing in front of the stove, wearing a pair of swim shorts, the blue shade coincidentally matching the blue bikini you were currently wearing, covered by one of his shirts.

you stand there for a good five minutes, admiring the way his back muscles strain as he moves stuff around. when he eventually turns around he jumps back briefly, eyes widening as he sees you.

“shit baby. make some noise will you?” he says, putting a hand on his chest and you giggle at his slightly breathless tone.

“sorry, I was just enjoying the view” you tease, letting your eyes run over his chest that was now turned to you.

“fuck,” he says, the word coming out soft and a little choked up as he returns the favour and lets his eyes run up and down your figure. he suddenly couldn’t handle the sight of you standing there all perfect, bikini strings peaking out the top of an old shirt of his that you cut the collar off of. hair still slightly messy from sleep. he rubs that palm that was still over his chest a few times, as if that could help ease whatever emotion was currently overwhelming him.

“what?” you ask softly, padding over to him and wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, your face smooshing into the centre of his chest, breathing him in.

“I’m just happy you’re here,” he mumbles against your head, pressing kisses on your temple.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” you tease, genuinely just making a joke but jack never took it well when you or anyone else tried to undermine what he felt for you.

“I don’t,” he promises, pecking your nose softly. “this was the first year I was seriously contemplating not coming to the lake house. if you said no, I would’ve went wherever you went. and that’s a big deal for me you know, with how little time I get to see quinn” he says and your heart speeds up, both at his words and at the way his hands sneak under your shirt, resting on your bare waist.

“I’m glad I decided to come here. it’s been my favourite summer by far,” you admit smiling and jack can’t help but mirror it.

“really?” he asks, his tone hopeful, as if he’s been worrying about your fun the whole summer. needing to be reassured that you’ve been having a good time with him, and his friends, his brothers, in his house.

“really,” you confirm with a nod and he lets out a happy little giggle that you want to bottle up and replay every second of every day.

“we’re matching,” he mumbles, tugging at the strings of your swim suit. “I like that”

before you can reply the annoying blare of the fire alarm goes off and jack winces, turning around and cursing as he removes a pan containing now crispy-burnt pancake from the stovetop.

you can’t help but giggle as he takes an oven mitt and waves it under the fire alarm hoping it will quiet down.

“thing is so sensitive I swear,” jack mutters as it finally stops. “wanna go out for breakfast?”

“what about your brothers?” you ask biting your lip as you contemplate

“we can bring them something back. quinn ran to the store, and luke was definitely woken up by that alarm so it’s in our best interest to leave the house, seriously,” he states, grabbing his keys and you laugh softly. jack’s little brother was definitely not a morning person.

he drags you out the front door just as you hear a muffled “jack what the fuck!” coming from upstairs.

“I don’t even have pants on” you giggle as he pulls you and opens the passenger seat door of his car

“I don’t have a shirt” he shrugs sending you a cheeky smile, “we’ll go through a drive through don’t worry” he continues, kissing your cheek before running over to the drivers side.

best summer by far.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Hi! I love your writing style and I had this in the back of my mind for a bit and I’m hoping you would put this into words if it inspires you but imagine Lando and Daniel wanting to prank Max before a big conference by slipping a little blue pill in his redbull but max has a fall that morning and scrapes his palms, and all of it culminates into him hiding in the locker changing rooms, taunted by his friends, unable to take care of himself because of the injuries and the reader as his PR manager finds him like 20 minutes before the conference and tries to convince him to let her help him out as “professionally” as possible (like a handjob maybe?) and maybe max wants to return the favour at some point?

Blue Pills - Max Verstappen

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warnings: badly written smut, technically a drink spiking, not proof read

"Max is too calm, we have to do something big this time." Daniel said, thinking over his time in Red Bull with the Dutchman. It was no secret that Daniel and Lando got up to all sorts of trouble together, and now Max Verstappen was their next victim.

So far, they had kept their pranks relatively harmless. They had stolen Charles' phone and texted Carlos some rather... risque messages, they had replaced Nicholas' Nutella with marmite, and they had stolen Kimi's drink. He wasn't very bothered.

Most of them were funny. Well, Charles didn't find it overly funny but Carlos did, so that was at least half of their goal accomplished. For Max, they needed something that was more than just a bit of a laugh. They needed something that people would remember. 

"We could try and stick something on his back?" Lando suggested, and Daniel shook his head immediately. 

"No. We need something that will actually rattle him. It's hard to get to Max." he said, wracking his brains for something. If only there was a way to- oh, oh. Now that would be good. "I've got it," Daniel beamed, the plan formulating perfectly in his head. 

"We've got to be sneaky about it, but we can definitely pull it off. I need you to be a distraction for me, OK? Then we just let the magic happen," Daniel said, and Lando was curious to know what the Australian had up his sleeve, but he was sure that he'd find out sooner rather than later. 

"OK, sure." Lando nodded, already liking where this was going. The papaya pair planned how they were going to execute their devious plan, trying to keep their voices down so that no one would hear them. 

Meanwhile, Max was in medical. On track, he was careful and clinical beyond belief. He didn't make many mistakes. But when his two feet were firmly, or not so, planted on the ground, he was one of the clumsiest men you could find. 

He was literally just walking through the paddock, when he tripped over his own feet and fell to the tarmac. He held his hands out to break the fall, ending up with his palms getting grazed to hell on the rough surface. Thankfully, there was no one around to witness it apart from you, but he could live with that. 

Being Max's PR manager meant that you spent a lot of time with him weekend in and weekend out, so you had become accustomed to his spells of ditsiness. He should have been glad you were there, since he wouldn't have gone to medical if you hadn't forced him to. 

All they did was clean them and wrap them, but he looked like a boxer walking around with his hands wrapped. At least he could hold things and at least he could still race. He just had to look at the positives.

To add insult to injury, Max had a press conference to go to. But first, you dropped him off to the hospitality centre for him to take a second and relax before he had to go into the worst part of his weekend. Of course, he wouldn't be Max if he didn't have his trusty Red Bull in hand, so you picked an ice cold one up for him on your way. 

"You better be here when I go in or else I'm not going." he said, and you knew he was deadly serious. Max didn't give a shit, if he didn't want to go, then he wouldn't. The only reason that he ever went to any of his menial media obligations was for you. 

Your entire job was making sure he said the right thing and was where he was meant to be on time. He felt bad for giving you the amount of hassle that he did, but every driver did it to their PR manager. He knew how hard you worked, so he wasn't going to ruin it by being too much of a handful for you. 

You left him there while you went to run some quick errands, watching as Daniel and Lando approached him. Once you were gone, they waited for him to put his drink down before springing into action. "Hey Max, did I show you that video I got in Thailand? Of the waterfall in the sunset?" Lando asked, ready for everything to fall into place. 

"No, you didn't. Show me." Max said. He was intrigued.

"My phone's on charge. C'mon, I need a walk." Lando said.

"Sure," the Dutchman nodded. He had taken the bait. Lando and Max walked out of sight and left Daniel to carry out his master plan. Looking around to make sure that no one had their eyes on him, he produced two little blue pills from his pocket. 

They were embarrassing to buy, and he had to send some poor intern to get them so that he wouldn't be recognised. The last thing that he needed was people thinking that he needed viagra to get it up, because he most certainly didn't. 

Daniel wasn't actually sure how many he needed, as the pack stated various amounts for various levels of arousal. So, he opted for the one that he thought meant 'hard enough to be visible, but not so hard that it's impossible to get rid of'. 

He popped them through the top of the Red Bull can, watching the blue dissolve into the energy drink through the hole with a fizz. Just as the tablets had melted down, he heard Max and Lando's voices behind him. This was going to be amazing.

Max sat back down in his seat, holding Lando's phone in his hand as he scrolled through the videos from his trip to Thailand. With the other, he reached out and took a few sips of the Red Bull. Daniel and Lando glanced at each other, trying not to give away the fact that they were up to something. It tasted slightly off, but he didn't think much of it. 

You had gotten a fresh one from the fridge; he had seen you do it. It was probably just the heat making it taste a little weird. 

All of the drivers had been pretty on edge around them, not wanting to fall prey to their predatory pranks. Max didn't seem overly phased, though. Then again, he was used to it from having Daniel as a teammate and Lando as a long time friend. 

After talking for long enough, Max had finished the Red Bull. Daniel was stressing slightly. He was trying not to be too obvious as he looked at Max's crotch, looking for any sort of sign that the pills were actually working. 

Max, on the other hand, was trying to ignore the odd feeling of arousal that he was currently experiencing. For some reason, he was suddenly horny. Glancing down, he saw the slight bulge that was already forming in his jeans .

There wasn't even anything around him that he would find even remotely arousing, and now he was getting a full on hard on out of nowhere? Daniel and Lando both noticed the flush in his cheeks as he fidgeted in his seat, knowing that their plan had worked. 

"Just going to the toilet," Max choked out, wanting to get out of there before the extent of his problem could be realised. He was gone before the McLaren boys could make a comment, and they were going to let him sweat for a few minutes. 

"Did you see his face? Priceless," Daniel laughed.

"That is a genius idea, I like it." Lando giggled back, standing and going to follow Max to the changing rooms. He wanted to see this for himself. 

Daniel followed, both of them walking in to find Max pacing the locker rooms with a massive tent in his jeans. "Damn, Max. Didn't know you enjoyed media day that much." Lando laughed, and Max instantly knew. He had fallen victim to the infamous papaya pranksters.

"What did you do?" he asked, unable to hide the bite in his tone. He was all for harmless pranks, but this was downright humiliating. If people found out that he had gotten an erection in the middle of the paddock, he'd never live it down. Max Verstappen, 4 time world champ and the guy who gets bricked up when he has to do an interview. 

"We didn't do anything-" Daniel started with a smirk before Max cut him off. 

"What the fuck did you two idiots do?!" Max shouted, not caring who heard. 

"We just gave you one or two of those blue things..." Lando trailed off, suddenly thinking that this joke had gone a little too far. 

"Viagra? You gave me fucking viagra?! I've got a press conference!" Max raged, now realising that is all made sense. The sudden arousal, Daniel and Lando being a bit weird all day, the strange taste of his drink. They had spiked him, and now he was hard as a rock and had no way to deal with it. There was half an hour before the press conference, and he knew that this stuff lasted a while if the problem wasn't taken care of. 

That was when another issue cropped up: he couldn't take care of it. His hands were bandaged up and, even in his state, that would not feel good at all. There was no way that he could hide it, either. He was screwed. 

"Only two." Daniel clarified, as if that would make the situation better. Looking between Max, Lando, and Max's dick, Daniel quickly sussed out that this may not have been his brightest idea to date. They'd stick to prank texts next time. Well, if there was a next time if Max didn't murder both of them right then and there. 

"Fuck off, both of you. I'm not dealing with you and this at the same time," he warned, and they took the hint and walked out with their tails between their legs. The pair stayed silent as they left, and they spotted you stood in hospitality. You were looking for Max. 

"Have you two seen Max? He hasn't run off, has he?" you joked, but the looks on their faces told you that now certainly wasn't the time for joking.

"He's in the locker rooms. He's got a small... issue." Lando said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. You didn't know what they meant, so you took it upon yourself to go to the changing rooms. 

"Max? It's me. We've got to go." you called, opening the door and stepping through. 

"No, wait out there-" he started, but you were already in the room. Max was sat there, his jeans on the bench next to him while his lower half was only covered by his boxers. That was when you saw it. Max Verstappen. The man you spent every weekend with. The man that you worked closely with was sat in the locker rooms with a painfully hard dick. 

"What the hell happened to you?" you asked, trying to keep your eyes on his face rather than the obvious elephant in the room. 

"Those fuckers slipped me some viagra..." he mumbled, glad to admit that he wasn't just really horny but also embarrassed that he fell for it. 

You looked at him with sympathy, feeling bad that he was a prank victim. But, you were also thinking practically. There was no way that he could get out of this, but you wouldn't want to go out there and do a conference if you were like this either. 

"Can't you... sort it out?" you said, not wanting to be too crude. 

"Not with these," he scoffed, holding up his bandaged hands. Even if he took them off, it would still be really painful and wouldn't have the desired effect. It would probably just wind him up more.

That was when Max got an idea. It was a horrendous idea that could ruin your entire relationship, but it was an idea nonetheless. He hated the fact that he had even thought of this, let alone that he was actually going to ask it out loud. "Can you?" he asked. 

"Can I what?" you replied. Deep down, you knew what he was asking, but you didn't want to accept it. Even before he asked, you were contemplating your response. Something in your brain told you to do it. This was for both of your careers, so surely it would be worth it? At the end of the day, it was only Max.

The two of you were close, so what was getting him off going to do to your rapport with each other? Right, stupid question. That was going to do a lot to your relationship. It would make it so awkward, knowing that you had been intimate like that.

What excuse would you give for Max not being at the conference if you just left him to let the viagra wear off? He felt sick? His hands hurt too much? No, there wasn't time to formulate a story. "Can you sort this out? Just a handjob will do... like... just to get it over with..." he rambled, hating the words as they left his mouth.

"We never speak of this again, agreed?" you said, tentatively sitting next to him on the bench.

"Never again." he nodded, not fully believing that you were actually following through with this. "You don't even have to look," he gently said, taking the first step and pulling his erection out of his boxers.

Your eyes widened as you saw it. He was bigger than you expected, but you thought that it was probably the viagra helping him out. Precum was already beading at the tip, and you felt quite bad for him. 

"Ok... here goes..." you mumbled, spitting in your hand to create some lubrication. If he was being honest, Max thought it was one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. It was the first lick of genuine arousal that he had had all day, and he wasn't complaining.

You were unsure of whether you should look or if you could cancel out the awkwardness by looking away. But you found yourself looking as you gently took ahold of his hardened length. Max shuddered at the contact, and both of you knew that this wasn't going to take long. It was better that way. 

You rubbed your thumb over his tip, smearing precum over it while Max had to bite back a moan. If people heard from outside, they would be straight in and the two of you would never live that down. 

You started off slow, your hand moving up and down his shaft. You were trying to remove yourself from the situation, but you couldn't help but look at his face as his head was tipped back against the wall with his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip firmly caught between his teeth. 

He looked damn handsome like this. Max's face was flushed with desire and his hair was perfectly ruffled from running his hands through it a few too many times. He was trying to keep quiet, but the whines he was letting out made heat pool between your legs. 

Picking up the pace, you pumped his dick faster, wanting to find the sweet spot of how fast he wanted you to go. "Fuck... just like that..." he mumbled, his breath stuttering as he let the pleasure consume him. He had to stop himself from bucking his hips up into the contact, revelling in the fact that he was finally relieving some of the pressure. 

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself, you were thoroughly enjoying this. There was a strange part of you that wanted to find out exactly what he liked and how he wanted you to do things. You got a better reaction out of him when you squeezed a bit harder. Just like his racing, Max didn't like things doing by halves. 

The natural reaction was for you to be just as turned on as he was. You had to remind yourself that this wasn't about pleasure, it was simply business. You were fixing the issue that had been caused by Daniel and Lando - even if the issue was jerking off a world champion driver. 

"I... I'm going to..." he trailed off, and you knew precisely what he meant. You sped up for one final time to get him there, Max's hand reaching out and gripping your thigh as if he were grounding himself as he came, spilling out onto your hand. 

You kept your movements up as he rode through the high, before he relaxed back against the wall and you stopped. Letting go, you just sat there and looked at each other. "Thank you..." he softly smiled, glad that you had saved him from definite embarrassment.

"That was... well I'm not going to lie to you and say that you weren't amazing," he chuckled and squeezed your thigh. He noticed how you were clenching your thighs together as if you were also craving some sort of friction. 

Before he could comment, you stood and went to get tissues. You passed him a few, and you went to the sink to wash your hands. You were washing your hands of Max's cum, which was something that you never thought you'd ever do. 

"Ha, thanks." you quietly laughed as you dried them off. Max was cleaning himself up, glad that Daniel and Lando hadn't given him any more pills than they had. One hand job was enough. "Come on, we've got to go."  you said, trying to distract from what the two of you had just done. 

"You'll have to let me return the favour one day, yeah?" he said, and he was being sincere. Max was all for fairness, and he wasn't just going to let this happen without you getting your fair share. He saw how much you wanted it, and he could see the faint hints of arousal still lingering in your eyes. 

"We're never discussing this again," you rushed, walking out of the locker room swiftly in front of him. He knew you wanted it just like he did, and he could feel himself stirring naturally this time. Now wasn't the time, though. 

As the two of you walked through hospitality and towards where the conference was taking place, Daniel and Lando watched on from afar. Max didn't have an erection anymore, and you looked flustered. Their minds were running at a thousand miles a minute, and it was like both of them connected the dots at the same time.

If looks could kill, the two of them would be dead as Max glared at them. They'd have to let sleeping dogs lie. For now. 

A/N - I loved writing this I can't even lie to you, this is one of my favourite requests that I have ever gotten! The smut is awful, I know it is 😂 Leave anymore requests in my inbox!

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Omg happy 15k!! For the celebration I’d like to request a bob reynolds (from thunderbolts, but if you don’t know that one then Bucky Barnes) with size difference kink and some bondage. Maybe it could be like they’re trying something new but I’ll let you take the reins on that.

Im so happy with how far this account has grown, I’ve been a follower for longer than I can remember , well over a few years, and I’ve really enjoyed everything you’ve put out.

⁀➷ Holding Still

✧ Pairing | Beefy!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

✧ A/N | Must admit, I've still not fully watched Thunderbolts yet (I'm saving it for a nice evening where I can just admire my sweet Bucky). So, I've not seen Bob yet, therefore changed it to Bucky if you don't mind! Also, thank you so much for the kind words and supporting me for all this time (which is actually mad!!) love you!

✧ Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, restraints, extreme size kink, Bucky has a huge dick (lmao), praise kink, slight pain kink, overstimulation

✧ Words: 1.1k

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It had all stemmed from watching his thick fingers control the piece of rope, tying a knot you’d never seen before with such expert ease, you couldn’t help but approach your boyfriend with this idea.

Now, your wrists are perfectly tied high above your head, using a silk scarf this time. The material was Bucky’s contribution, as he didn't want any harsh rope on his sweet girl. 

Even though you were restrained, the knot was comfortable. Bucky explained that he used a different knot that kept you in place but was easy for him to undo if needed quickly.

You squirm, rubbing your naked body against the cotton sheets, your body heated and needy.

“You wanted to try this,” Bucky reminded you, chuckling lightly in a deep tone, eyes flicking up between your thighs to your face as he kneels over you. “Said you could take it all, didn’t you, doll?”

Your wrists pull on the restraints, wishing you could grab onto his muscular back as you whimper. “I can take it all,” you breathe, though you don’t sound very convincing as you stare at the monster between his legs.

Bucky just smirks, one hand cupping your cheek with such adoration and comfort that you forget that his other hand is gripping the base of his obscenely sized cock. 

You’re stretched out beneath him, wrists restrained and thighs trembling from the failed attempts to keep him buried inside you. It’s not even like you were pushing him away on purpose, but your body just rejected him.

Bucky would begin to penetrate, and your pussy would squeeze so hard he was forced to pull out with the worry of penile injury.

You knew when you began to date that he would be big. Bucky himself was vastly tall, beefy with thick muscle, confident and handsome with the way he ties his hair back in a low bun. You’re obsessed with him, and every intimate moment, you’re determined to take his full length.

So, after watching those fingers expertly tie that knot, you suggested tying yourself up as he fucks you, so that you can’t slip away.

Bucky Barnes, fucking loves it. The size difference turns him on more than he’ll ever admit. His massive, scarred body makes you look so dainty beneath him. His thick thighs straddling your hips, arms bracketing your head, and that cock, it lies heavy now on your abdomen.

“I can do it,” you repeat, leaning up to kiss his stubbled jaw. Bucky tilts his head, kissing you firmly on the lips, sighing into the touch.

Finally, he begins to shift his hips lower, pushing your thighs wider with his until his length rests against your clit.

With one last reassuring kiss to the tip of your nose, Bucky holds himself steady, pushing in again, slow, watching the way your pussy stretches and struggles to accommodate even the blunt, broad head.

Your head tips back, eyes closing as you shout out, writing under the stretch.

“Shh,” he soothes, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you whimper. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax for me, let me make it fit.”

You feel impossibly full, and he’s barely even inside. Your walls flutter around him, already sore from the stretch, but your juices are soaking him. He groans low, almost to the point of growling, feeling how your body clenches in protest and yet want, attempting to suck him deeper.

Bucky’s cool metal hand slides beneath your thigh and hikes it up, pressing your knee toward your chest. “There. Gotta tilt you just right, doll. That’s it, you’re taking me so good.”

He pushes forward again.

You release a choked noise, the stretch beginning to sting, a sweet burn that makes your belly twist in anguish. Your wrists pull against the scarf again, trying to reach for him, but he just shushes you.

“You wanted to be full,” he reminds you, eyes blown wide as he watches himself inch deeper into your tight hole. “You wanted all of me, right, princess?”

You nod frantically, breath catching in your throat as you try to rut your hips, accepting more of him. “I do! Bucky, it’s just–it’s too fucking big!”

“Aw, I know,” he croons, voice gruff. “I know, doll. You’re taking it like my best girl, aren’t you?”

You're keen, thighs still trembling as he finally bottoms out. Bucky groans deep, the sound vibrating in the centre of your chest as both hands now grip your thighs open around him. 

“Look at you,” he pants, rocking gently so you can feel every inch, but as you’re squeezing him so tightly, all it does is move your entire body like you’re fused together. “Goddamn, I’m in. You’re so tight I can feel your heartbeat in your rpussy, doll.”

Your cunt clenches at his words, and he moans, burying his face in your neck.

You can’t speak or think. The stretch has gone from painful to mind-meltingly good. You can feel him everywhere, your little body moulded around his cock.

Bucky doesn’t move too far yet, just try to keep rocking his hips, letting your body adjust. One hand trails up your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“You’re shaking,” he points out, rising onto his elbows to look down at you. “You ok, princess?”

You suck in a deep breath, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Yeah. Feels so full. I can’t move, but feel so, so good.”

“Course you can’t move,” he grins, “You’re stuffed full of me. Got no room left in that sweet pussy.”

His thumb slides to your clit, teasing brief strokes. “Let me make you cum, doll. Want to feel how good you feel when you cum.”

You nod desperately, biting your lower lip as he begins to roll his hips with more force, each thrust dragging against your sensitive walls. The head of his cock nudges something deep and sweet inside you, and your back arches.

“That’s it,” Bucky coos, thumb circling faster with more pressure. “Let it out, princess. Cum for me. Show me how good it feels to be filled up like this.”

You cry out, bound and squirming beneath him, helpless to stop the way your orgasm crashes through you.

Your body pulses around him like a vice, and he curses, hip stuttering.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he groans, eyes closing momentarily. “Jesus, sweetheart, gonna have to tie you up more often if this is how you squeeze me.”

“Do it,” you beg, nearly delirious from the intense orgasm. “Tie me, fill me! Bucky please”

He grits his teeth, growling deeply as his cock twitches inside you as your overstimulated cunt tries to milk him, still fluttering from your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he pants. “You want it? You want all of me? Gonna give it to you, doll. Gonna fuck this tiny cunt until you’re leaking for days.”

And then he's thrusting, hard, thorough thrusts as your eyes roll back. You're ruined, and Bucky already knows it.