#my weekend of being sick is fucking awesome.

[sommerbueckers]

HI BABY OKAY SO I HAVE A LITTLE ONE SHOT IDEA⁉️⁉️

so basically reader and paige know each other but aren’t exactly close just flirted a few times wtv wtv. so reader goes to a game and she’s wearing the other teams jersey😋😋 after the game paige sees her, they hang out have a few drinks and hookup.. and paige is like “take this shit off” then pulls the other teams jersey off reader

ALSO CAN I BE 🤍 ANON??

yes ofc you can !!

𝐚/𝐧: okay i literally love this idea , and congrats on being my first anon love !

𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

THREE DAYS AGO you had been sitting quietly in your apartment, the tv displaying an episode of Gilmore Girls that you, if prompted, could recite word for word. Leftover Chinese food sat cold upon the coffee table, your roommate occasionally returning to her forgotten bowl of beef broccoli.

“What’re you doing this weekend?” her voice abruptly cut through the silence, drowning out the show which could hardly be heard to begin with.

You leaned your elbow against the arm of the couch, shrugging your shoulders. “Probably nothing.”

“Per usual,” she snorted, amused. After reaching to pause the tv, she pulled her legs up under her and twisted around to face you. Her face held a look of mischief and you typically tried to steer away from any kind of conversation with her at this point, but there was nowhere for you to go. “Do you wanna take a little road trip?” she raised her eyebrows, hopefully.

“A road trip?” you repeated, your tone laced with confusion. “It’s the middle of February and you wanna take a road trip?”

Excitedly nodding her head, she scooted closer to you. “You know how i’ve been talking to Noa a lot lately?” She hadn’t even given you a chance to respond before she continued on. “Well her school plays UConn on Friday night and she said she could get me courtside tickets! How sick is that?!”

Courtside tickets to any game would be exciting, but courtside tickets to see UConn Paige play was an entirely different level of excitement.

You had met the basketball star at a penthouse party last summer. It was being hosted by some trust fund NYU student whose parents were out of town. It was said to be ‘select invite only,’ the hierarchy groups of the social food chain would be there along with whoever else they wanted to bring. You originally weren’t supposed to go, but after finding out your name was on the invite list, you and a few friends couldn’t think of any better way to spend the night.

Paige had been wearing a white crop top and a pair of jorts, and she looked far too good not to entertain for the night. All night you two had mingled and flirted, dancing together and taking shot after shot. Nothing came out of it other than another follower on Instagram, but you were just happy to have made the night a good one.

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” you admitted quietly. You leaned forward to grab the box of shrimp fried rice, aimlessly picking at it with your fork in an attempt to hide your clear interest in the conversation.

“Pretty cool?” your roommate gaped, “it’s fucking awesome! I finally get to meet her and you get to see Paige play in person.” She was practically bouncing off the walls at this point, her cheeks red from how hard she was smiling. She was biting her lip, no doubt to keep from squealing.

You sucked your teeth unconvincingly, your mind scattered as it tried to provide you with a quick response. “Why would I wanna see Paige?” you frowned, avoiding her eyes.

“Aren’t you guys friends?”

“Why would you think that?”

“Well you follow each other on Insta, and you’re always watching her games,” she shrugged innocently, thankfully not picking up on the way your eyes refused to meet hers or the blush that had unknowingly crept onto your face.

“Oh,” you mumbled, “well we aren’t.”

Unfortunately, it was the truth. You and Paige hadn't interacted with each other since the party and you chalked the night up to the two of you just having some drunken fun.

"Oh, so, do you wanna come down or no?"

You weighed your options, though the answer was clear. Stay in your apartment with nothing to do other than binge watch shows by yourself or join your roommate on a trip down to good ol' Storrs, Connecticut. You sighed and leaned back against the couch, crossing your arms.

"When do we leave?"

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That was how you ended up sitting courtside at a UConn versus Creighton game, a white and blue jersey over your sweatshirt, the number seven displayed on the front. Your roommate had insisted that you both wear Noa’s jersey, that way she felt ‘double the support.’ You didn’t mind despite the fact that you couldn’t name a single player on the team.

The game ended with UConn sweeping Creighton, you had tuned out sometime during the third quarter after accepting the fact that the blue jays wouldn’t be able to come back. You hadn’t even noticed the game was over until the blonde beside you stood up with a groan, throwing her hands in the air.

“That’s it? It’s over just like that?” she turned to you with wide eyes.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Guess so.”

She was beyond upset, you would’ve thought she had been the one on the court. She went on a tangent after the teams disappeared into the locker room, expressing her opinion on why the game should be longer and what Creighton should’ve done. She had no idea what she was talking about, and you knew that, but still listened nonetheless.

“Are we getting something to eat?” you asked when you were sure she was done talking.

“Yeah,” she sighed out, “not sure what Noa wants to do but we can figure it out when she gets out here.”

“Okay, ‘m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” You stood from your seat, brushing off your jersey and heading toward the bathrooms.

Never before had you been to Gampel Pavilion, and curiosity got the best of you as you disregarded the large ‘Restrooms’ sign for a more enticing place. You ambled down one of the corridors, looking at all the pictures and awards that were up on the walls. Pictures of alumni in all the different uniforms through the decades, different championship trophies and plaques.

Your eyes stopped on one picture in particular; it was from the 80s and the men had bright smiles on their faces as they held up a large trophy. Their shorts were incredibly short, and you laughed to yourself as you wondered how they’d ever played in them. Before you could bring your attention away on your own accord, a familiar voice did it for you.

“You’re not supposed to be back here.”

There stood Paige Bueckers in all her six foot glory, her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at you. For having just played a game, she looked amazing. Her hair was still pulled up in its usual braid and ponytail but it was now partially covered with a gray beanie, she had put on a jacket and sweats over her uniform and looked about ready to slip out without being seen. That’s probably what she was doing.

“Oh sorry, I—I didn’t know,” you shook your head, embarrassed.

“Nah it’s cool, usually it doesn’t matter but they’re tryna clear the place out now,” she explained with a shrug, a keychain jingling from the movement of her bag on her back.

You nodded your head, silently walking past her to make your way back to the gym.

“Wait,” she called out.

You whipped your head around quicker than you should’ve, your face holding a look of innocence as you waited, no, hoped for her to say what you thought she was going to say.

“Don’t I know you?”

‘Yeah, we met last summer,’ was what you would’ve said had you been able to think straight. Instead, you stared at her dumbly until she finally spoke again.

“I think I do, we met at that one kid’s party last year,” she said. Was she trying to remind you? Like anyone would forget meeting Paige Bueckers at a party.

“Yeah, yeah I remember,” you nodded. You rubbed your forehead with a breathless laugh, thinking of what to say next. “That night was pretty blurry to be honest…”

That’s all you could come up with?

It wasn't even the truth either. You remembered everything from that night; every look, every touch.

“No yeah I get what you mean,” she laughed, “don’t even remember how I got home.”

You nodded your head to feign agreement because you knew exactly how you had gotten home.

“Creighton fan, huh?” Paige asked, gesturing to your jersey.

You glanced down, pulling the material away so you could examine it yourself. “No uh, my friend’s girlfriend or — whatever is on the team and we just came down to support her.”

“Ah, so I take it you’re not a UConn fan either?”

You laughed, “I’ve watched a couple games.”

Another lie -- you've watched every game.

“I’ll take it,” Paige smiled. “It was good seeing you again,” she said, beginning to back up. Had you not been so captured by the shade of blue that her eyes held, you would’ve missed the way they'd scanned your body. Running up and down your legs, gently biting her lip. Her eyes once again met yours and she flashed you that signature smirk before she turned around and headed out.

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"This place is fucking packed," Noa commented, surveying the bar with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, i'm gonna go see if I can get us a table."

Your roommate left your side and approached the hostess podium, you and Noa now being alone near the door. She awkwardly rocked back and forth on her feet, hands resting comfortably in her pockets. "Y'all came down here together?" she asked suddenly.

"Yeah, got here a little bit before the game actually," you smiled.

Noa hummed, "Hope you aren't driving back tomorrow," she said with a small laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"The couch at the apartment isn't the most comfortable," she sighed, scratching the back of her neck, "so I was just saying you'd probably be better off making blondie drive."

As if on cue, said blondie motioned for the two of you to follow her. "The wait was like forty-five minutes but the bar has the full menu," she said and gestured to three open seats right beside each other. You all gladly took them, sighing as you finally put your feet to rest.

The bartender came around and took your orders and the three of you finally settled in. Conversation came easy, you and Noa bonded over all things basketball. You discussed the calls that were made during the game, how a lot of them were made in favor of UConn because it was their home gym and all. While it hadn't been a complete lie, UConn would've won even without those calls.

You sipped casually on your martini, letting your two friends fall into their own conversation while you busied yourself elsewhere. Your gaze moved from table to table, scouting out someone who could turn your night around from the eventful one it had been. Once again, as though the man above had been listening solely to you, Paige and her teammates waltzed right in.

She had changed out of her basketball uniform, now dressed in a pair of cargos with a long sleeve and a vest.

Instinctively, you straightened up in your chair. They'd seated themselves on the other end of the bar, Paige sitting perfectly in your line of view. You felt like a creep the way you were watching her, but you couldn't help it. There had been a point in time where Paige had been focused on you. Her hands roaming your body as you danced together, her eyes locked on yours only, determined to make you laugh. You smiled unconsciously at the memory of that night, wishing over and over that you could relive it.

When you looked up again Paige was gone, missing from the rest of her group.

"If I didn't know any better, i'd think you were following me," her voice came from close behind you, and you found her standing there with an untouched drink in her hand.

"Well if I remember correctly, I was here first," you smiled, tilting your head. You were hoping you looked cute doing it and not dopey like you had pictured yourself. "So who's really doing the following?"

Paige chuckled, "You got me there." She moved to take the seat beside you, glancing around for a sign that someone was already sitting there. When she didn't find one, she proceeded to get comfortable. You watched contently, sipping your drink with crossed legs and waiting for her to settle. "That's the girlfriend?"

You nodded your head without looking behind you.

"Whatchu got?" you pointed at her glass.

"Dirty Shirley."

"Ah, your favorite."

Paige pursed her lips, a smile threatening to break through. "How'd you know that?" she asked.

"It was all you drank that night," you reminded her.

"Hm," she smirked, "thought you said you didn't remember much."

'Fuck,' you thought to yourself.

"I remember bits and pieces," you shrugged, distracting yourself with your drink.

The blonde playfully narrowed her eyes. She remembered everything from that night, she had only pretended not to because she felt embarrassed that she remembered everything and you didn't. She had visited your Instagram multiple times in the weeks following that, cursing herself for not having the courage to ask you out or do anything other than pointlessly flirt with you.

But here she was, being presented with the opportunity to turn things around, and she planned to take advantage of it.

"So tell me, what else do you remember?"

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Two martinis and four rounds of shots later, you and Paige found yourselves in an intense game of pool. She was currently beating you, her only objection to sink the eight ball in while you still had a few balls left to knock in.

You leaned over with focused eyes, carefully lining up the stick with the ball. You could feel Paige's presence beside you, her breath hot on your ear as she spoke. "She's crumbling," the blonde teased. She sensed your stress and she was feeding off it, a thrilled expression upon her face. "Will she sink it? Or will she fumble?"

You pulled the stick back, and with a swift movement, jolted it forward. The ball flew quickly across the table, ricocheting off the side and rolling back toward the middle.

"Oh! She shoots, she misses!" Paige commentated enthusiastically, the alcohol running through her system and giving her a buzz. She pointed her finger annoyingly in your face as she backed away, getting closer and closer to her position behind the eight ball. She mimicked the stance you had done; leaning over the table and zeroing in on the ball.

A beat of silence passed and Paige still hadn't moved, her eyes slowly moved upwards to meet yours. A smile broke out onto her lips, she stood up and twirled the stick around in her hands. "How about we make this a little more interesting," she suggested lowly.

"Interesting how?" you snorted, leaning against the table.

She stepped closer to you, towering over you with a gaze that had you practically foaming at the mouth. If Paige wanted to take you on the pool table right at that moment, you would've let her. Of course, that was just the alcohol talking, and there was quite a lot of it.

"I need one shot to win, and I want a reward when I do."

"A reward, huh?" I raised my eyebrows, noticing her step closer, "What kind of reward do you want?"

"I can think of a few things..." she murmured. Paige was trying hard to be seductive right now, and she couldn't tell if it was working or not. She had already failed to hookup with you once last year at the party, and she'd be damned if she failed again.

"Like what?" you took a step closer, batting your eyelashes at her. You were teasing her and she knew it. The alcohol coursing through your system was giving you a confidence boost like no other, and you couldn't think of a better way to make use of it other than flirting with Paige.

"Well for starters," she sighed, pulling gently on the Creighton jersey that you had yet to change out of, "I don't wanna see this anymore tonight."

"Oh yeah?" you quirked a brow at her.

"Yeah, and when I win, i'm gonna take it off you," she said confidently.

You could feel yourself sweating beneath your clothes, the pool stick in your hand suddenly becoming difficult to grip. You cleared your throat when she finally stepped back, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she repositioned herself on the other side of the table and focused on the ball. With a quick and calculated shot, the ball swiped cleanly across the table before falling into the desired slot.

The noise from the bar seemed to fade away as the realization of Paige's victory sunk in. People drunkenly moved around; dancing, singing, cheering at whatever was playing on tv, but none of that mattered to you anymore. You were unable to focus on anything other than Paige's blue eyes staring into yours, the color seemingly darker than it was just moments ago.

You rolled your eyes and set the stick down on the table, reaching for the hem of the jersey to take it off. Paige's hands quickly found your wrists, her face contorted in utter confusion. "What're you doing?" she asked.

You were playing with her.

"Taking the jersey off, isn't that what you wanted?" you frowned innocently.

Paige scoffed, "Don't test me. Let's go back to mine, you can take it off there."

You both bid your goodbyes to your friends, your roommate tossed you a questioning look that you dismissed with the wave of your hand. You waited impatiently outside for an Uber, Paige holding you close in attempt to shield you from the cold. Her eyes were fixed on your lips, the very ones that were trembling, begging to be warmed up by hers. From the moment she had seen you in the hallway she immediately recognized you, she'd recognize that ass anywhere. She had planned to send you a message tomorrow, running into you tonight had been unexpected but not unwelcome. It just gave her less time to think of what to say.

The car ride back to Paige's house left the two of you bright eyed and rosy cheeked; the radio was switched off and the driver spelled like he had just played in a basketball game and didn't bother to shower afterward. The backseat windows appeared to have a child lock on them, preventing either of you from breathing in fresh air. Between the buzz from all the drinking and toxicity of the car's air, you and Paige couldn't stop yourselves from laughing the whole way there. Her hands didn't leave your legs, but in the midst of all the welcomed chaos you hadn't even noticed.

You rolled out of the car, basking in the cold air with open arms. Paige trailed closely behind you, her hand on the small of your back as the two of you made your way up to her apartment. The second the elevators doors shut and you two were alone, your lips met hers in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like Dirty Shirleys and peach CÎROC shots. With your hands tangled in her hair, you pulled her closer, wanting needing to taste more of her.

Her tight grip on your hips, fingertips pressing into you, sent shivers throughout your body. She backed you into the wall, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth while you lowered your guard and let her. So caught up in the taste of you, she almost missed the elevator opening up to her floor. Hardly even breaking the kiss, you two made your way out. Paige knew exactly where to go and you were blindly being led by her, stumbling over your own feet.

Paige fumbled around in her pocket for her keys, roughly jamming them into the lock and pushing the door open. The apartment was dark with the exception of a few city lights pouring in through the windows. Standing in place for a couple seconds longer, you felt the kiss slow down before Paige stopped it completely.

"Fuck," she spoke breathlessly, running a hand through her hair. She reluctantly backed away from you, turning on the lights. With the apartment's kitchen now being fully lit, you could see into the living room as well. The place was beautifully furnished, with little fake plants placed around on the shelves and pictures of Paige and her friends framed up on the walls. Her couch looked far more comfortable than the couch Noa had described earlier and you were dreading having to return to it later tonight.

Paige appeared in front of you, her hands coming up to cup your face. "I want you to go into my bedroom, turn the light on, and then sit down on the bed and wait for me," she instructed lowly. You nodded silently, backing up in the direction of the bedroom while giving Paige the sexiest smile you could muster. In reality, you were absolutely panicking.

Once you got to the bedroom, you switched on the lamp that rested on the bedside table and seated yourself on the edge of the bed. You were unsure of how to sit, or maybe you should try lying down? You decided on taking your shoes and socks off first, neatly dropping them on the side of the bed. You didn't have time to further your thoughts on how to sit because just as you had finished putting your things aside, Paige entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She was carrying a bottle of water that she set down on the nightstand, laughing when she noticed you awkwardly staring.

"You look uncomfortable."

"I'm not, just waiting for you," you replied, hoping the shakiness in your voice didn't betray you.

Paige walked over and stood before you, enticingly biting her lip. She leaned down at the same time that you leaned back, a seductive game of cat and mouse as she crawled forward whilst you crawled backward. Your smiles grew when your back hit the headboard and you realized you had nowhere else to go.

"You've been staring at me all night with those eyes," she murmured, and you felt her breath on your lips.

"What eyes?"

Paige rubbed her own nose against yours before she reconnected your lips. She pushed your legs apart with her hands, running them up and down the smooth material of your leggings. You let out a soft moan into her mouth when her knee came in contact with your heated center, bucking your hips in order to feel more of her.

Paige took it upon herself to quicken the pace, instinctively grinding into you. Her lips eventually left yours, trailing down your neck and leaving wet pecks all over. Her teeth bit softly into your skin, marking you as hers. You pressed her further into you, hands snaking under her shirt and roaming all over her back. Her attack on your flesh was violent, the pain pulling a pathetic whimper out of you.

"Fuck, do that again," Paige mumbled against your skin, repeating her actions a little rougher this time to gain a bigger reaction from you.

"Ah, Paige!" you slammed your hand against her shoulder, screwing your eyes shut.

She yanked harshly at the jersey still clinging to your body, "Take this shit off," she spat out. She pushed you down into the mattress, ripping the garment from your body and discarding it somewhere in the room. Your sweatshirt came off next, leaving you clad in only a bra and your leggings. Paige pulled her own shirt over her head, her necklace dangling over your face. You used it to pull her back down into you, hungry for a taste of her again.

Her fingertips crept underneath you and she hooked them onto your bra strap, skillfully unlatching it and pulling it off you. Dilated pupils gazed down at your exposed breasts, her hands hastily coming up to touch them like a child in a toy store. She kneaded, sucked, licked, kissed, her attention focused solely on your hardened nipples, leaving your neglected pussy uncontrollably dripping.

"Paige," you whined desperately, your back arching so far off the bed that Paige's hands forced you back down.

"Hm?" she hummed inattentively.

"I need you..."

A loud popping sound came from Paige letting go of your nipple, holding your stare as she lowered her body closer to where you needed her most. Just as she had hooked her fingers on your bra strap, she hooked them on the waistband of your leggings and slowly pulled them down.

Your panties were downright soaked, earning a mocking laugh from the blonde.

"So wet for me mama," she purred, a smirk on her face.

She took her thumb and ran it straight down your clothed slit. You sucked in a sharp breath, hands already grabbing at the sheets on the bed. To Paige, you looked like an angel lying there, like a good girl with those pleading eyes as you waited to be fucked senseless. Finally, Paige removed your panties and tossed them aside with the rest of your clothes.

She shamelessly played around in your slick, soaking each and every one of her fingers in it.

"Tell me you want it."

"I want it Paige," you breathed out.

Paige's face appeared overtop of you, her jaw clenched tightly in disapproval, "Beg."

You were so turned on you didn't even protest, instead just propped yourself up on your elbows to be closer to her. Her fingers danced around in teasingly slow circles on your clit, a knot gradually forming in your stomach. "Please I want you to fuck me, please baby I need it so bad. Want your fingers inside me," you exhorted pathetically.

Without wasting another second, the blonde inserted two lengthy fingers inside of you. It was like looking into a mirror the way Paige's face copied yours; when you bit your lip, she bit hers, when your mouth involuntarily gaped open, so did hers. She was taunting you, forcing you to see how undone you were becoming. Tightly gripping her bicep, you dug your nails into the large muscle.

Her fingers pumped in and out of you, thumb doing work on your clit to bring you closer to the edge. The squelching noise that filled the room sent heat to your cheeks, and if it wasn't that then it was the look Paige was giving you as she fucked you. She was proud of the mess you were becoming, the mess she was making you. She kissed your lips over and over again even though you couldn't kiss back.

Your head was spinning with thoughts of Paige, the feeling of Paige inside you. Your toes curled involuntarily, noises you had never heard yourself make before echoed off the walls of the room.

"Yes yes yes, i'm close," you cried out, "fuck just like that!"

Paige hurriedly kissed her way back down to your pussy, replacing her thumb with her tongue. She mercilessly sucked you like a starved woman enjoying her first meal, or a guilty one enjoying her last. Her tongue moved nimbly against you, fingers fucking in and out of you and feeling the tightness as you clenched around her.

"You gonna come for me, huh?"

"Uh huh," you fervently nodded.

"Hmm," she hummed into you, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge, "let me hear you say it. I want to hear you say it."

"Yes! I'm gonna come for you..."

Paige expertly curled her fingers inside you, lying her tongue flat against your clit and forcing you to do none other than let go. The knot that had been building in your stomach finally fell apart, your legs snapping shut and trapping Paige's head there. You pushed and pulled at her, your desires becoming fuzzy as the orgasm swallowed you whole. Moans and strings of curse words unconsciously spilled from your lips. They were a stark contrast to the sweet things Paige cooed as she left kisses along your stomach, and your chest, and back up to your lips.

"Such a good girl," she whispered on your lips, "you were so good for me."

You shivered at the empty feeling you got from Paige pulling her fingers out of you, they were covered in the same slick that her chin was, glistening under the lamp's light. You smiled tiredly at her, snaking your arms around her neck and pressing your lips to hers.

"You tired?" she asked, observing your face.

"Yeah."

She pulled away from you and reached for the water bottle on the nightstand, twisting it open and bringing it to your lips. "Sleep here tonight," she said, "I can take you where you need to go in the morning."

Swallowing the water you said, "You sure?"

"Yeah, you probably can't walk after that anyway."

"Shut up," you snorted hitting her chest.

The two of you settled in bed together, your naked body finding warmth against her clothed one as she cuddled you close to her. You smiled to yourself, nuzzling your face in her neck and drifting off to sleep.

[maxlarens]

I got a lot to say so it might be long,

starting with, thank you for the Charles smau and the Lando fic <3

it took me time to choose an emoji lol but I've been doing an internship and time goes by way too quickly, but I decided to go for the strawberry one 🍓

and since you said you wanted to write for driver! reader, and that she was very intense about driving, maybe you can write something about her racing while she's sick/not feeling well but she still wins the race

woo hi again!!! literally no big deal! i hope ur internship is going well, it’s awesome that you’re doing one!! but yeah literally real life is always the priority as much as i’d also like to spend all my time on here lol. but anyway yay the strawberry is super cute 🍓🥺

and YES lol driver!reader is consuming my thoughts right now. i have other things i should be writing instead of this but i smashed this out in a few days😭 i decided not to make it a win because i have a thing brewing for driver!readers first win and i didn’t want to use up all my ideas for that. anyway!!! as usual thank u for the ask and pls enjoyyy 🤗

OP: extraordinary machine

pairing(s): oscar piastri x mercedes driver!reader

summary: you push yourself to your limits. (also sorry i simply don't know enough technical terms about racing for this to be fully accurate but i hope it works)

word count: 3.4k+

Here is a fact— you’ve got a fever of 39.4 degrees.

Here is another, indisputable fact— you’re racing in Imola today.

The fever had come on overnight after a persistent tickle in your throat all weekend. A mildly sore throat had turned rapidly to a snotty nose, full body chills and sweat pouring off you like you’d just run a marathon. You’re wearing a puffer jacket over your racing suit and it’s twenty-nine degrees out. You feel freezing, you feel delirious, and you’re eating Sour Patch Kids by the handful to keep the sugar rush going. Your race engineer, Rachel, keeps telling you that it’s okay if you can’t race. George can step in, I promise. You keep telling her I’m fine. I’m fine. I can race. But the expression on her face says she doesn’t believe you.

You’re telling practically everyone who’ll listen that you’re getting in that fucking car today. Rachel, George, your mum who keeps calling. Lewis keeps looking at you like you’re about to keel over and die and you want to scream at him you did this! Brazil 2015. You had a fever. You got on the podium. If I can’t do this and you can, what does that mean? But you don’t because that’s your 39.4-degree fever talking and this isn’t about being better than Lewis. It’s about knowing without a doubt that you can still get in that car and race your ass off.

Your phone keeps buzzing with texts from Susie that reassure you that you’d be disappointing no one at all if you had to let George take over this race. You’re not letting down women everywhere and you’re not letting down the team. I know Susie, you keep saying, but I’m still racing.

You know you’ve got to convince Toto when Rachel starts a hurried conversation with George and he starts grabbing his fireproofs like it’s a sure thing he’ll be driving in your place. Bundled up in your coat like it’s the middle of winter, you stomp over to Toto’s office and barge in.

“I’m racing,” you tell him without any preamble.

His head snaps to look at you, expression only mildly surprised— not that you would even notice if you didn’t spend so much time around him. He gives you a once over, eyes lingering pointedly on your jacket and then he raises his eyebrows, “It is twenty-nine degrees outside.”

You suck your teeth in frustration, “I know. The car will be hot. I can race.”

He frowns.

You plead, “Toto. Do not take me out of that car. I can do this.”

He shakes his head, “I can see you sweating from here. You’re not well.”

You shake your head frantically, ignoring how your vision starts spinning, “Let me race. If I fuck up you can put George in the car for Monaco. If I fuck up you can even replace me. I don’t care. Just let me drive today.”

Toto’s face pinches in the way it does when he’s considering something, you can see cogs turning in his head as he evaluates what you’ve said and decides if he should listen to it.

He sighs, “I am not putting that kind of ultimatum on you,” your heart stutters and stops in your chest, and you hold your breath, “Okay. Against my better judgement, I will let you race today.”

You let out an audible breath, it edges out into a sob that makes your aching body curl into itself. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes for a moment to suppress the urge to give in to your fever. It would be easier to give up, it would be easier to let George take your seat for the race so you could crawl into bed and cry the fever out. But none of this has ever been easy for you. You’ve fought tooth and nail to get here, you won’t forfeit a race and let people say you took the easy way out.

You look up. Toto looks concerned.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“You won’t.”

You practically stumble onto the asphalt before the national anthem, passing your coat off to Rachel while your trainer wipes your forehead with a towel as if you’ve just finished a full-body workout. Your shoulders feel tense, you can’t stand up straight without shuddering so you’re hunched over awkwardly hoping it doesn’t come off looking too strange.

People are still milling about, setting things up while the drivers assemble. You don’t really notice on account of the fever state you’re in, but you end up standing between the McLaren boys. You must brush against Oscar because he looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed, mouth set in a line and his eyes wide like a puppy dog. You get lost in them a little— because of the fever. Definitely.

“Dude,” Oscar says to you, “You’re really hot.”

On your other side, Lando breaks into a fit of laughter. You frown, your brain trying the puzzle through the sentence. You feel foggy, your eyes feel heavy. You need more Sour Patch Kids, or a shot of espresso, or five Red Bulls. Max could swing it for you.

Oscar leans past you and swats at Lando’s shoulder, “She’s burning up, stupid.”

Lando’s laughter pauses, and he says seriously, “Oh shit.”

Suddenly, you’re being twisted around and you’re wincing at the contact on your shoulder that makes it ache even more. Lando puts a hand on your forehead and then immediately rips it away.

“Eugh. You’re sweaty.”

The back of Oscar’s hand replaces it. You twist away, brushing it off.

“You’ve got a fever,” he tells you, his voice thick with concern for you, “Have you told anyone? Does Toto know? Lewis?”

Instead of answering you press a hand over your eyes and crack your neck, trying to work through some of the stiffness in your back. You roll your shoulders and stand up as straight as possible, pushing through that aching, sickly feeling that runs through your whole body. When you finally drag your hand from your face— a thin sheen of sweat coming with it— Oscar is staring at you with a deep-set frown on his mouth. At his shoulder, Lando looks at you with a markedly less severe, but still concerned, expression.

“I’m fine, Oscar,” you insist.

You’re not. He knows you’re not. It doesn’t matter, you don’t want to seem weak. Not barely thirty minutes before the race. You can’t have either of them thinking you’d be easy for an overtake or that you’ll back out of a fight first. Off the track, fine— you’ve been vulnerable and honest with both of them at times. On the track is a different story. This is Formula One. You’re not here to make friends. They are not here to make friends.

“Mm,” Oscar hums, “Pretty sure you’re not.”

“You’re sweating bullets,” Lando adds, “Can see it from here.”

Something white-hot and pissed off flares up your spine. Oscar is not this kind of person, even on track; but the suspicion that he’s just trying to eliminate you as competition rises anyway. You think it because if the situation were flipped, you’d be weighing the pros and cons of having a sick driver on the track. Their weaknesses, what it means if they’re distracted. It doesn’t make you a good person, but you’re already pretty sure you aren’t one.

“I am fine,” you bite.

Oscar’s expression drops. Into something not quite offended… accepting, maybe? Resigned? It closes off to you, is what you mean. That’s fine, you’re trying to close yourself off to him. You’re re-drawing a line that you’ve been crossing without a thought for at least two years now. You’re not here to make googly eyes at Oscar and let him put his hand on your fever-ridden forehead and have him reprimand out-of-line, so-called professionals for you. You’re here to get in that car every Sunday and put your life on the line for a shiny trophy and fucking glory. Even if you’ve got a fever. Even if you’ve got a weird crush on Oscar Piastri.

“I’m racing,” you add in a different tone, feeling as if you’ve been a bit harsh on a well-meaning Oscar, even if you mean what you’re thinking.

Oscar nods, and says, “Okay,” in a way that really means, ‘If you say so, then it is’.

In the car, on the tarmac, sitting in your starting grid position, you’re shitting bricks.

Your cheeks are squeezed tight into your helmet, you can feel sweat, slick and soaking through your balaclava. Your arms hurt, your legs hurt, your ass hurts where it’s pressed into the seat. You’re not crying, but your mouth— hidden away by your helmet— is open like you’re about to. Set into a grimace that you breathe raggedly out of. Toto says something over the radio before the lights go out, you don’t hear it. You’re too busy regretting how earnestly you’d begged him to let you race. It would have been better if George had taken over. It might have been better if you’d passed out during the national anthem so you really had no choice but to sit it out. No one could say you weren’t committed to this sport if that had happened. They’d have plenty to say about women and their weak constitutions though.

You’re on autopilot when the lights go out. One second you’re freaking out like it’s your first time in a car, the next second everything is fading into background noise and you’re fighting a Ferrari and a McLaren for your original grid position. Twenty of you tear down the straight to turn two and you find yourself slotting easily into what you think is P4. Ferrari— not the same one— in front of you. Your mirrors reveal the McLaren behind you. It’s Oscar, you’re sure. You can tell by the way he sticks to your ass. Every nudge of the car you make he makes with you.

You press the radio button, “That Piastri behind?”

Crackle, “Yeah.”

“Knew it. He’s up my butt, Rach.”

“Okay. Go faster then. Not sure what to tell you.”

You make a face. You weren’t looking for sarky advice, you were trying to commiserate. You press the button and make a vaguely mocking neh-neh noise that gets a laugh and then radio silence because you’re supposed to be fucking concentrating. Which, okay, fair.

You press the throttle, done with trying to manage your tyres for the moment and taking Rachel’s comment as permission. You tear away from Oscar, stopping his fight to overtake you through the chicane in its tracks. You start slowly gaining on the Ferrari in front of you, its red rear wing growing closer and closer.

“Sainz in front?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yup,” Rachel confirms before rattling off some lap times when you ask for them.

By lap thirty-something, you’re on Sainz’s ass like Oscar was on yours. You’re fighting him through every chicane, threatening him on the straights and generally behaving in a way that you know for a fact is putting him on edge. But Carlos isn’t giving up P3 without a fight.

A safety car goes out around lap forty, and you pit. Everyone ahead of you does as well. Oscar doesn’t, Oscar is lucky to have gone in earlier. Rachel tells you he’d made up four places after being forced to box for some tyre issue. You feel a strange mix of pride and jealousy swirl in your chest as you all file into a discordant line behind the safety car.

Verstappen leads the pack, as per usual. Then Oscar, Sainz and you. Leclerc is behind you, then Lando. You’re in P4, right where you started and right where you’ve been fucking sitting the entire race so far. twenty-five laps to at least make it onto the podium. Then you’ll be happy. Or not quite happy, you’d need pole for that. Content. You’d be content.

Max starts weaving. The safety car goes off and Max keeps you all ready and waiting until the exact millisecond that he decides the race can properly begin again. You hate when he does this— you know that’s exactly why. Eventually, finally, he gets going.

You have to run defence like crazy for a few laps to keep Leclerc behind you until everything is warmed up. The gap widens as you drive. At some point, you stop worrying about the Monégasque so much and focus your attention on car fifty-five like your life depends on it. The laps fly by as time ticks on. Twenty-five to go, twenty, fifteen, ten. You’re back on Sainz’s rear wheel, a gap of 0.2 to 0.3 that’s been consistent throughout this last stretch of the race. You’re watching him like a hawk, waiting for the smallest slip-up to take advantage of. Somewhere you can push, somewhere he’s weak. It’s hard— he’s covering all his bases. Not giving you an inch so you can’t take a mile.

You’re closing in on sixty-four laps— with only three to go— when he gives you that fucking inch. It’s in the first chicane. His wheel locks up, and he jerks the car slightly the wrong way, something like that. You get in his space and you push and he backs out first. You press down on the throttle and rocket past him, shouting FUCK! FUCK YES! to yourself.

P3. P3. God, you hope it’s P3.

You press the talk button, “Rach?”

“Yes, P3,” she barks, “Fucking, focus. Three laps to go.”

Those last three laps of Imola are some of the hardest of your life. Defending against Carlos is a task, of course, but it’s not even that. The sickness starts to creep back into your awareness as the adrenaline that had hit its peak during the overtake starts to subside. Two laps to go and you’re remembering the fever again. The sweat soaking your hair and streaking down the back of your neck. Your whole body is on fire and it aches everywhere. It feels like someone has taken a sledgehammer to the inside of your skull. You want so badly to close your eyes and drift away to sleep, but the car is flying through the air demanding your attention with the way it thuds against the track. You’ve got one lap to go and Carlos is on you like white on rice. You can’t afford to make a mistake until you’re firmly over that finish line.

So you don’t. You grit your teeth and you refuse.

Carlos is downright reckless in the last chicane, he tries to bait you by moving to one side and pushing but you’re not going to fall for something like that even if you’re near delirious from the 39.4-degree fever. Though surely it’s higher now, the car temp can’t be helping. You hardly realise you’ve crossed the finish line because you’re thinking so hard about how lightheaded you feel. On instinct, you slow down to a safe speed as Oscar’s McLaren enters your vision, but you think your toes have pins and needles and there’s some feeling tingling up into your shoulders. You blink hard and take a long sip of water so you can make it to the pits before your head starts to spin.

Crackle, “Where are you going? That was P3.”

“Huh?” you realise you’re following the other drivers instead of heading into the pits where you’re supposed to go, “Shit. Sorry.”

You edge back as carefully as you can, avoiding other cars that pass by, lucky you’ve not overshot too far so you can turn into the pits and park your car in front of the P3 sign without going around the entire track. That would be embarrassing. Or that would be more embarrassing than how disgusting you’re going to look when you take your helmet and balaclava off.

Toto, Rachel and a few of your engineers are there to meet you at the barricade when you clamber out of the car, unsteady on your feet. Rachel’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries her best to smile at you, trying to put on a brave face even though you can tell she’s concerned you’re going to keel over. You brace yourself with a hand against the gate and tear your helmet off, then your balaclava. You’ve never been so fast to put a cap on your head, trying to cover the sweaty mess that is your hair right now.

“That was phenomenal work,” Rachel says, reaching to put a hand on your burning hot bicep, “You look fucking terrible, though.”

You suck in a ragged breath and you nod in agreement, trying to keep the black tinging your vision from taking over completely. 

“Get her something to drink,” you hear Toto bark, though it comes to your ears, muffled and staticky.

You’re fine. You’re fine. Until you’re not and your sweaty hand is slipping against the guardrail and your vision is fading into darkness and you’re falling face first into a metal railing. And, and, someone’s got their arm around your middle and you’re not on the ground with your face in the asphalt. You blink, hot tears— from what you assume is exhaustion— burning your eyelids. The arm around your middle is covered in something orange and black… Oscar. It’s Oscar who’s got you propped up, held firm into his body so your legs don’t collapse underneath you. The two of you sway and stumble for a second as you gain your footing back, your vision returning to normal, the buzzing in your ears going away.

“You’re good,” he breathes, “I’ve got you.”

You ignore the shiver that runs down your spine, you attribute it to your current state.

You remember the cameras that are on all of you right now. You try not to look panicked as you step away from him. You try to do it calmly and not frantically like you so want to. Toto has some electrolyte drink held out right in your face and you take it, chugging half of it straight away while you swivel around to face Oscar. You nod, feeling slightly better, but gripping the guardrail tight so as not to repeat earlier.

“Thanks,” you try a smile, but it’s just turning into a grimace because you feel like shit.

Oscar shakes his head, “Don’t mention it.”

“Great driving out there.”

His eyebrow goes up, touching the curl of his hair that peeks out from his cap.

“You’re kidding?” he says, tone laced with amusement.

You frown, which is much easier, “No. You drove great.”

He makes a face like ‘yes, obviously’, but somehow does it in a humble and endearing way that you find you like a little too much. It leaves you confused as to his point.

“No,” he scoffs, “Okay, yes. What I mean is that you just got P3 with a raging fever.”

You purse your lips, countering, “You don’t know I have a fever.”

His tongue darts out to wet his top lip, hiding the small smile that threatens on his face.

He shrugs, “Bit obvious, unfortunately.”

You roll your eyes. You think what he means is it’s a bit obvious because you look like absolute death. There’s probably sweat rolling off you in buckets, your cap is jammed on your head and your hair is probably sticking out at crazy angles. There were dark circles under your eyes before you left for the track this morning, they’re probably ten times worse now. He might also mean it’s obvious from the way your skin is burning hot, like touching a radiator in the middle of winter. Or, perhaps, the way you’d passed out into his arms a few minutes earlier.

You suck your teeth, “Well. I told you I was racing today.”

Oscar nods, biting the inside of his lip, “Yeah. You did.”

There’s more that neither of you are saying. A conversation that you’re trying desperately to have with prolonged eye contact, small little smiles and breaths out through the nose. You think it might be ‘I’m proud of you’ or ‘You’re very impressive and I’m going a little bit crazy about it’. That’s how you feel at least, somewhere in between the fever chills and the urge you’re suppressing to curl into a ball on the tarmac. This is okay, you think. You don’t have to be Oscar’s sworn enemy just because you’re both chasing the win. You can let him worry about you, but make sure he understands he can’t stop you from taking the things that you want. You can say things that mean other things and Oscar can smile at you like it’s something private for just the two of you.

You can be happy with that. Or not quite happy. Content.

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Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Fandom: Night Hunter

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: For @enchantedbytomandhenry; You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Warnings: enemies to lovers trope (not sure if I nailed it though), unprotected p-in-v, creampie, Daddy kink, male tackling female to subdue (if that squicks you, maybe skip this one-it is quick but described)

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

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Oh, this is great. No, it’s perfect. Not only were you voluntold to work a weekend-long stakeout, but you’d also be paired with Detective Marshall. Yeah, that Detective Marshall. Walter. The asshole who you’ve been competing with for ‘top dog’ since before joining S.W.A.T. all those years ago. 

He was always just ahead of you. Ran a mile half a minute quicker. Got promoted a month sooner. To top it all off, he was tall and drop-dead gorgeous. And he had an ass you could bounce a quarter off.

Wait, hold on. When did that become something you even cared about? 

The way he cockily smiles at you as he exits his truck in the parking lot of the motel is enough to have you clench your thighs together. This should be a fun weekend. 

Friday night into Saturday morning is spent quietly using the listening devices to monitor our suspect. You both just…sit there, using your ears. Walter is usually quiet, sure. But what human doesn’t even accidentally use small talk to fill a quiet space?

During the day, you try and sleep in your separate room but it proves to be difficult. You toss and turn, grumbling to yourself after a couple of hours. Visions of Marshall’s chiseled jawline, beefy arms, and thick thighs are burned in your mind. You abandon all hope of sleeping, spending the rest of the day disassembling and cleaning your sidearm. It keeps your mind sharp and you genuinely enjoy the process.

It’s nearing seven and you’re just getting your things together to head over to the surveillance room when you get a knock at the door. You peek through the curtains and see Marshall as he leans on the doorframe.

You open the door and look expectantly at him. When he doesn’t answer and barges into the room past you, you pipe up, “Come on in, why don’t you?” You close the door behind you and watch as he looks around the room.

He notices your gun cleaning kit on the small wooden table by the window and looks back at you. “You didn’t sleep today. You look like shit.”

“Awesome. Thank you. What do you want?” you snap, already sick of his annoyingly perfect face.

“Go home and get some sleep,” he crosses his arms, standing in front of you, “Got the B team coming in to take over.”

“So, we’re both leaving? Or are you just dismissing me?” you questioned, crossing your own arms.

“Just you,” he deadpans, not feeling the need to explain himself further.

“Well, fuck that. I’m not leaving, so if you’ll excuse me,” you fumed, moving to reach for your sidearm on the table as he moves over, holding a hand out between the table and yourself.

“I can’t let you take that with so little sleep. It’s dangerous for both of us. Trust me, one slip up, and one of us is down,” he warns, holding his ground.

“Marshall, get out of my way. We have a job to do.”

“No, I have a job to do. You’re off the clock. Go home, kid,” he urged, holding his position.

“You’re gonna have to take me out of this mission by force, Marshall. Otherwise, I’m-”

You did not get to finish that sentence before Walter was taking you down on your stomach. A strong arm fully extended holding your left shoulder, while your right wrist is being restrained, would have been enough. But, this was Marshall after all and if he was anything, he was thorough. He straddles your hips, with just enough pressure to keep you down, but not enough to scratch a certain itch.

“I didn’t wanna have to do that,” Walter breathes, winded slightly from the takedown, “but you gave me no choice.” 

“Marshall, get the fuck off of me,” you growl, trying to buck him off.

“Yeah, kid, that’s not happening,” he spits, hooking his ankles over your thighs, “You’re lucky I don’t cuff you to keep you down.”

“So, what? You just looking for a reason to get me to obey you?” you challenge, struggling under his weight.

“As if you needed an excuse,” he laughs, straightening himself above you.

“Please! If you honestly think-”

“Give it a rest, I can smell your arousal from here,” he teased, lowering his hips a fraction and watching your squirm, “And before you say it’s not because of me, why couldn’t I smell it until after I had taken you down?”

“Fuck you, Marshall,” you scoff, trying to hold some semblance of control.

“Yeah, maybe if you did, you could get some fucking sleep,” he offers, his left hand moving from your shoulder down your arm, “But here you are, stubborn as hell.”

You lick your lips, considering his words. You wanted to get some release. You also wanted to sleep. 

Fuck it.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” he queries, slowly starting to release your arms.

“I’m exhausted and I’m horny. But you’re doing all of the work, Marshall,” you say, lifting your hips to meet his crotch.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, releasing your arms before leaning up and off of you. You start to raise yourself before you are lifted and all but thrown on the bed and told to strip. Watching as his layers are quickly being shed, you all but rip away your clothing. 

Once fully naked, you look at Marshall where he stands watching you. Cock in hand, he pumps his massive length slowly while his eyes rake over you. “Tell me what you need,” he coaxed, his voice lower by at least an octave.

“Hurry the fuck up and put me to bed, Marshall, before I change my mind,” you threaten, your body thrumming under his gaze.

“You can change your mind at any time, you just say the word and this is over, yeah?” he informs, eyes connecting with yours.

“Heard,” you chime in, opening your legs for him. 

He kneels on the bed between your legs, reaching down to collect some of your wetness that glistens in the low light of the motel room. He lifts his hand to his mouth, sucking your juices off his fingers before plunging them inside you. “Fuck, girl, you are so wet for me. So fucking hot,” he moans, squelching sounds filling the room as he massages your inner bundle of nerves.

“Oh fuck, Daddy!” you squealed, completely out of your control.

“That’s it, girl, cum for me,” he goaded, his thumb moving to play with your swollen button.

It doesn’t take long before you feel that familiar tightening in your core, and Marshall must be the World’s Greatest Detective™ because he is pulling out his fingers and thrusting his cock inside your wet heat. Fucking you through your orgasm, your tight walls fluttering around him causing him to groan loudly.

“That’s one, let’s see if we can’t get you another, yeah?” he teases, melding your chests together as he wraps his arms around your center. From this angle, he can stimulate your clit while stroking deeply. And he does so at a punishing pace, his teeth nipping and kissing your neck. “Fuck, we shoulda done this years ago, girl. This pussy is fucking made for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewl, that time was completely on purpose.

Marshall leans up, leaving one arm around you while the other hand goes to your hair, baring your neck. “Who’s pussy is this, girl?” he challenges, even though he already knows.

“It’s yours, Daddy,” you whine, legs wrapping around his hips.

“That’s fucking right, it’s mine,” he praised, hips pistoning into you, “And I’m gonna ruin you for everyone else. You’re mine, girl.”

His growled claim of you paired with the way he fucks into you has your legs trembling around him instantly, your second orgasm of the night flowing through you.

“Hmmm, that’s my girl, taking Daddy’s cock so well,” he groans, the sound vibrating through the both of you. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you moan, squeezing your thighs around Marshall, “I love your fucking cock.”

“That’s right you love this cock,” he growls, pulling out and manhandling you onto all fours, “Put Daddy’s cock back in, girl.”

You reach back and line him up, pushing back to impale yourself before moaning out at the angle change. Marshall grips your hips, plowing into you, no doubt chasing his own release now.

“Fucking cum inside me, Daddy,” you whimper, loving the sounds coming from your sodden cunt as it is pounded.

“I’m gonna breed this perfect pussy,” he grunts, hips stuttering until he pushes in as deep as can, cock twitching and painting your insides so full that it starts to leak past your entrance. He pulls out slightly before starting to fuck his cum back inside you. The sensation alone has your pussy quivering around him for the third time before you fall forward on your front.

Marshall laughs as he gets up from the bed, going to the en suite bathroom. You can hear him taking a piss and you know that you should as well to combat any chance of a UTI. But your legs aren’t listening yet so fuck that idea. 

Your eyes are already closed when you feel a wet warmth between your legs as Marshall is wiping down your swollen sex gently before you snuggle into the comforter being wrapped around you. A kiss is placed on your temple and soon you hear the rustling of clothes being put back on.

The sound of your motel room door opening and closing barely registers as you fall asleep.

It is sometime later in the evening and you check your phone on the nightstand as it reads 12:12 AM. No need to make a wish. 

You take a quick shower and get dressed before heading over to the surveillance room. You are stopped outside of the room by a uniformed officer. “Detective Marshall asked me to keep you out. And he wanted me to give you this. That’s all I know, Ma’am.” The officer hands over a note and you step away and read it.

Hey,

I was serious about you getting some sleep. 

Get that ass back to bed.

Daddy will see you soon, girl.

Sweet dreams xx

A/N: So, like I don’t know how I feel about how I wrote Walter here. This is not MY Walter, but I quite enjoyed this version of him.

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Hi, can I maybe request top g!p Kate and bottom shy milf reader? Kate moves to the suburbs next to divorced milf reader (other parent and kids up to you). Kate helps reader with something which turns into Kate bending reader over the counter and just absolutely destroying her. Some breeding kink cause Kate wants to be readers new baby mama and get her pregnant.

Your work is awesome and I seen you do a Kate one when alot of people don't. So I thought I'd ask.

Also Kate in her early 20s and reader in mid 30s.

Perfect Little Slut

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x milf!reader

Word count: 2370

Warnings: mentions of age play, smut, voyeriusm, masturbating, kate has a dick, small angst, small fluff, fingering, breeding kink, reader has kids and a ex husband, let me know if I missed any

Summary: The new neighbor has seemed to taken a liking to you, and you’ve taken a liking to her as well

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The moving van was parked outside of Kate’s new home as she finally finished unpacking. The town was nice, just a normal suburban neighborhood that she thought would be great for her new work. Her mother had given her some assets, along with partial ownership to the Bishop security that her mother wanted her to take over someday. She didn’t want that, not yet. So, she planned to finally take charge and run the business once her mother retired. But for now, she wanted to lay down low, have a few peaceful years.

You were slightly excited to finally get a new neighbor, you were starting to get sick of the others. You hoped whoever it was had kids, your children weren’t the most popular and you wanted them to have some friends. You even greeted the woman with kindness and offered to help her unpack, to which she struggled to say no. Her muscles were bulging out of her top and you couldn’t help but get flustered around your new neighbor, who you learned goes by Kate.

“Are you sure you don’t need help? I’m not exactly busy.” She chuckled and you followed her into the almost empty home, only being filled with boxes.

“I’m sure miss. As much as I’d enjoy your company, I don’t want to bother you.” She turned around as you removed your gaze from her ass, she noticed. A sly smirk was plastered on her face and you shyly looked down.

“W-well, I guess I’ll go then. If you need anything, I’m just right across the street.” She walked up to you and placed her hands on your hips, glancing at your body with a hungry gaze. She licked her lips and ran her hands up and down your sides slightly before leaning in, whispering close to your mouth.

“I’ll keep that in mind, baby.” She let go of your body and you almost collapsed on the spot. The woman was unbelievably attractive, it was hard not to kiss her when she got so close. It was clear she wasn’t with anyone, she wouldn’t have been so forward if so.

You walked back to your house where your kids sat, bags in hand ready to go to their fathers.

“Hey you guys, ready to go have a fun weekend with dad?” You asked them excitedly, already knowing the answer. He had already told you that he planned on taking them to this new water park he heard about and you agreed, wanting your kids to have as much fun as they could.

“Yeah!” They both yelled out in sync and you laughed, ruffling both of their hair. You heard a car drive up and walked the two outside, making sure they had everything before sending them off, giving a wave to your ex-husband and children. Kate watched from afar, she didn’t care if it seemed creepy to admire you from her window, she just wanted to get a glance. She never knew you had kids, you must’ve forgot to tell her. The thought alone of you being pregnant turned her on more than she wanted to admit. She wanted to knock you up, be your new baby mama. She prayed you’d come back and offer your help once more, then she’d take you however she pleased. She could bend you over any surface she pleased and fuck you senseless. Spending hours between your legs, fucking those perfect breasts of yours, she could feel herself getting hard at the thought alone.

You walked back into your now quiet house, not noticing the woman staring at your frame as your back now faced her. You went to turn on the air conditioner, only for it to not work. You kept trying, but recieved nothing in return. You sighed and wiped the small beads of sweat off of your forehead, ready to get your toolbox until you realized, you let Bucky borrow it a few days ago and he forgot to give it back. You gathered up the courage and made your way back over to Kate’s home, knocking on her door as you heard a small ‘hold on!’ from inside. She opened up the door and was greeted by the sight of you once again, it must’ve been her lucky day.

“Hey sweetheart, what are you doing back here?” Your cheeks turned a small shade of red and she used her thumb to pick your chin back up, making you stare directly into her eyes.

“I,uhm, I was just wondering if you had a, uh, a toolbox?” You stuttered out nervously. She let go of your chin and walked you into her garage, a hand being placed upon your lower back.

“So, what do you need it for?” You explained your whole issue with the device as she listened intently, grabbing the tools from a box in the dark room.

“Huh, you know, I could always help with that. My step-dad wasn’t so bad with that stuff, he taught me a few things.”

“Oh, no t-that’s fine, I don’t want to bother you.” She walked back over to you, the way she’s done multiple times today.

“You’re never a bother, sweetheart. Why don’t you just let me help? I’ll get it done in no time, you won’t even need to pay me.” You eventually agreed and walked her over to your house, showing her what she needed to fix.

“Would you like some food? You know, something to eat while you work on that?” I want you, she thought to herself. She turned around and spared you a glance, smirking to herself when seeing your staring at her biceps.

“Oh I’m alright for now, I should be done in only a few minutes.” You walked back into your room and tried cooling yourself down. The heat in the house along with the heat in your panties made it almost impossible to even think straight. You dragged down your shorts and rubbed your clit softly through your drenched undergarments. Silent moans escaped your mouth as the pads of your fingers sped up in pace.

“Oh Kate” Came your hushed tone. Your eyes fluttered shut and your free hand went to cover your mouth.

“Yes baby?” You shot up and opened your eyes to see Kate standing in the doorway of your room.

“I finished the air conditioning, thought I’d try to find and tell you it was done but, by all means, continue.” She gestured to your hand still in your pants as you quickly tried to remove it, only to be stopped the woman.

“Did I tell you to stop? I want you to keep going for me, see you cum all over your fingers while picturing it’s me.” She intertwined her fingers with yours and led them back onto your dripping core, guiding your fingers to stroke your clit once more. You rested your head on her shoulder as she continued her torturing of your cunt.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel you, you’re so wet for me, this is all for me right? This little pussy is dripping all for me?” You nodded desperatly and she ripped off your shirt, using her hands to palm your tits and pinching your hardened nipples. You teased your hole with a singular digit before finally entering, feeling your warm walls clamp around it. Kate groaned as she took your nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the bud while her hand went to palm her crotch. She unbottoned her pants and stroked her cock through her Calvin Klein boxers, her eyes trailing down to your center.

“Mm, you get me so fucking hard baby. You make my dick so fucking hard.” She moaned out into your skin and moved her mouth down your body, replacing your finger with her mouth. Her tongue teased your hole like you did moments ago, slipping in and whimpering at the taste.

“This sweet little pussy tastes so good, I fucking love it.” You threw your head back and your hands went to pull her hair harshly, trying to direct her to hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“K-Kate, please..” You stuttered, the pleasure becoming too much.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” She asked before sucking on your swollen bud. You tried speaking, but it was too diffucult. Your body spasmed as your orgasm came crashing over you. She pulled away before you could ride out your high, causing you to let out a frustrated whine.

“Did I say you could cum? I don’t think I did, baby.” She suddenly flipped you over, putting your arms behind your back and using her belt to keep them in place. Your head was pushed down onto the mattress while your ass was faced up, she slapped it harshly making you jump.

“Such a cute little ass.” She mumbled under her breath and continued spanking you, watching as the plush skin jiggled lightly. She stood up and completely removed her pants, originally only having them down to her ankles. You felt something prodding at your hole and looked back, only to see Kate with her head thrown back at the feeling of your warmth. She continued teasing your aching cunt before finally slipping in, bottoming out inside of you as you bit down on the sheets to mufle your scream.

“‘M sorry baby, it’ll feel better soon. Fuck! You’re so warm, I fucking love it. I love this little pussy so much.” She mumbled out incoherently and returned her hand back to your clit, toying with the sensitive bud. The burning sensation slowly started to turn into pleasure, you tried to tell her to move but she was already one step ahead of you. Her thrusts were slow at first, but hearing your moans and whimpers made her increase her pace. She leaned her body on top of yours, the new angle hitting a special spot inside of you.

“I bet that husband of yours never fucked you like this, did he? Did he ever make you cum the way I do?” You shook your head but it wasn’t enough, she slapped your ass harshly and awaited further for your response.

“N-no, he never made me feel this good- Fuck! You fuck me so good! You’re so big..” The last words were whimpered out as tears pooled out of your eyes. You could tell she was experienced, no virgin has ever taken you like this, treated you like a rag doll. Like you were just a sex doll for her pleasure only.

“That’s right, I own this slutty little pussy. Tell me you’re a virgin, please tell me I’m the first to touch this wet little cunt.” She knew she’d never be the first, but she at least wanted to imagine it. She acted like you were a virgin, like you were an innocent little angel all for her. You were hers now, no one else's, she’d make sure of that. Playing along with her little game, you gave in. You muttered the words only your ex-husband ever got the pleasure of hearing, that you never had sex.

“You’re the first Kate, you’re the first to fuck me. You’re the first to ever make me cum, I promise.” She groaned, her orgasm approaching as you clenched around her.

“Such a good girl for me, are you my good girl? Will you take my fucking cum like a good little girl?” Even if you were a little over a decade older than her, she still called you little. She acted like you were innocent, as if you were young. As if you were her little angel.

“Mhm, I’ll take it all! Please cum in me, stuff me full, Kate. Please fucking do it!” She chuckled and took your earlobe into her mouth, biting the lobe before speaking once more.

“I will baby, I’ll knock your sweet ass up. How do you think your little husband will feel? You think he’ll be mad? Maybe he’ll dump your slutty self, but I’ll take care of you sweetheart. I’ll be your new baby mama.” The moment she finished speaking, you felt hot channels flow through your awaiting hole. Her hips stuttered lightly as her thrusts slowed to a stilt, still letting you reach your peak. The knot in your stomach snapped once and for all as a loud moan escaped your mouth. Your body rocked back and forth, matching the woman’s harsh thrusts. Both of your breasts bounced slightly, she gripped yours. She was kneading your tits like a stress ball, occasionally pinching your nipples to tease you further. Her panting soon stopped as did yours, the two of you now against each other in the room filled with the stench of sex.

“Mm, I love you baby. I love this perfect little ass, this perfect little pussy, these perfect tits, I love it all. I love everything about you, princess.” She couldn’t have meant it, she couldn’t have. I mean, she only just met you, how could she already love you?

“I mean it sweetheart, I love this sweet little body of yours. And I love everything about you.” ‘But you don’t love me?’ You thought to yourself, quickly forgetting the thought as she removed the belt holding your hands together and dragged you to the walk in the bathroom.

“Alright, gotta take care of my precious little thing.” She whispered while starting the bath, twisting a bunch of knobs until she got the right one. When the temperature reached warm, she helped you in as she entered before you. You sat on top of her as she wrapped her arms around your frame, her fingers finding their way back down your body.

“Kate, I’m too sensitive.” You whimpered out and she only laughed lightly, bringing her lips to your neck and creating new marks.

“Oh baby, will you just take it? I promise I won’t hurt you, ‘just wanna make you cum again. Will you let me do that?” You couldn’t say no to that. With your nod, she continued her teasing and slowly entered you with two fingers, starting a fast pace almost instantly. This would be a long night.

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Everything Has Changed--Ch. 28

Chapter 28

Nick

            “No. No effing way,” I snapped at Matt as we stood beside my Nissan in the parking lot of LAX. “You can go without me.”

            Matt rolled his eyes and banged his forehead against the roof of the car a few times. “Nick, come on. We don’t scratch, and we’re booked for a trio. You’re going to have to get over it eventually.”

            “Like hell I do!”

            “What are you going to do, avoid Kenny forever?”

            Anger flared up in my chest and I shoved away from the car. I laced my hands over my head, tugging down on my Clippers hat. What did Matt expect me to do? He hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen what Kenny had done to Shaye. He had no fucking clue how she’d completely broken when she’d seen Kota come out that door. My brother knew that Kenny could have a selfish streak, and there was no doubt that he was so absolutely enmeshed with Kota Ibushi for the rest of his life.

            Behind me, Matt let out an exasperated sigh. “Help me out here, Nick. I don’t understand how it was so bad that you’re willing to bust up the Elite. To end the Young Bucks.”

            “I never said I wanted to stop wrestling with you!”

            A pressure started to build up behind my eyes.

            “It’s pretty much the same thing, man. The three of us said we’re going to do this together,” my brother said with a forced calm. “If the Elite are over, what’s the point?”

            My teeth clenched, and I swear I thought I was going to scream. I tugged on the brim of my hat and paced along the paint line beside the car. The longer it went, the more I felt as if the whole world had turned against me. That no matter what things he’d done, Kenny Omega would always be able to get away with anything.

            I threw up my hands. “Okay then. If that’s how you see it, then fine. I’m done.”

            Matt’s eyes went wide, almost as if he couldn’t believe that I’d actually said the words. “What? Nick…”

            “No. I’m out. You and Kenny tag together. I’m sure you’ll be fantastic.” The words dripped in sarcasm as they fell out of my lips. I shoved my way past him and yanked the door open. “Find your own fucking way home.”

            Before Matt could say another word, I started the car and peeled out of the space. Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave him in the middle of the parking lot at LAX. But just then I didn’t care. It was me or Kenny. And it looked like my brother—my best friend—had chosen Kenny.

***

Shaye

            It was sickening how easy it was. I wanted to hate myself for every breath I drew because I’d fallen back into this rhythm with Kenny within a matter of days that made me feel somehow sick inside. Dirty. As if I were doing something horrible.

            Damon hadn’t spoken to me since that night I caught him sneaking out his bedroom window. He wouldn’t even look at me. I knew with every fiber of my being that I’d let him down. That I’d turned out to be what he thought I was—just another extension of our parents who looked at him and saw him as a screw up. It didn’t matter that I didn’t really think that way. My brother had convinced himself that I did, so there was no changing it. Damon Walker was as stubborn as traffic in midtown at rush hour.

            “Do you know when you’re coming back here?” I asked, absolutely hating the whining neediness in my voice. I sank beneath the covers on my bed, pulling them up to my chin.

            “This weekend. I’ll be in California for a couple shows with the Bucks,” Kenny replied in that smooth, low tone of his that felt like sinking into a steaming hot bath. There was still something about him—even knowing everything that had happened and every lie that he’d told—that could ease me down to my bones.

            I sucked in my breath at the mention of the Young Bucks. I’d pretty much cut off contact with Nick Jackson after the last time we’d spoken. It wasn’t fair to him, whatever this was. “Oh, awesome.”

            “Why? Do you want to come?” It wasn’t hard to imagine that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about that prospect.

            “No!” The word came out in a half croak, half scream. “I mean, it’s okay. I have work anyway.”

            Kenny chuckled, and I felt a shiver rush down my spine. Like someone had dropped ice in the back of my shirt. “Don’t want to see me?” When he spoke again, his voice was hard. “Or don’t you want to see Nick?”

            “I…” My heart dropped into my toes. I thought I was going to vomit. “I…”

            The laughter that came down the line was dark and heavy. I’d never heard his voice like that. “Shaye, are you hiding something?”

            My guts turned inside out. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was dry, filled with cotton and sandpaper. I gagged as I tried to suck in air to keep from throwing up.

            “I… I’m… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. Tears burned the back of my eyes. “I just can’t. I can’t come to California.”

            “You weren’t invited anyway,” he said flatly.

            I squeezed my eyes shut as the world started spinning beneath me. The words were so angry, so hurtful. It felt like he’d slapped me. “I know.”

            Kenny took a breath, almost as if he had to work up the patience to stay on the phone with me. Who is this person? I thought. This isn’t Kenny.

            “Come on, Shaye,” he said at last, his voice returning to something resembling his normal timbre. “I’m messing with you. If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

            A piece of the knot in my chest let go, but there was still a sense of ice and lead deep in my stomach. I hated myself for this. For how easy it had been for him to drag me back, even if I’d walked right back into the fire of my own free will.

***

Nick

            “What the hell did you do?” Sam screamed at me from the other end of the phone. “Why am I driving to fucking LA to pick Matt up because you left him in the parking lot of the airport?”

            I rolled my eyes and thought about throwing the phone out the window. “Sam, I really need you to stop calling me and yelling. Or just yelling in general.”

            “Don’t cop an attitude with me, Nick Jackson,” she growled. “I had to leave the studio after I’d just back varnished a brand-new canvas to drive to LAX through traffic to pick him up. You are not going to talk to me like that.”

            “I’m not doing this. Not right now, not later, not tomorrow.” My head throbbed. I was more exhausted than I could ever remember being after a loop. “I just want to go home and crash. Please, leave me alone.”

            She went quiet for maybe the first time since I’d known her. The silence stretched for several minutes, so long that I thought the call had dropped. Then I heard her voice, sharp as glass. “Okay. Fine.”

            Then she hung up.

            I slammed the heel of my hand into the steering wheel and swore as I threw my phone into the passenger seat. This day just kept getting better and better.

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[haupkmn]

Okay. I am sick of Sunny fucking stalking me and I found out she posted my uncensored fucking face. Awesome. Cool.

This is none of her business, or anyone's but mine. I never went to the mental hospital when I was at work, I don't have good insurance and I was needed back at my job. One of us attempted, we self harmed and my boyfriend made me stay in crisis, not a mental hospital for almost a day. Hau's blog runs on fucking queue and my bf has the password.

Honest to god, I will post a picture of me and Arty if it will get Sunny to understand that I want to be left the fuck alone. I have a job, I have friends and I have a life outside of abusing people. I'm an ambulatory wheelchair user, I use my chair most of the time. I never said I was bedridden.

Most of the time at the con I requested to do my job away from people cleaning up. I didn't walk around or do things. I didn't feel safe because I was having a paranoid episode the entire weekend because people were acting too friendly towards me and lots of photos were being taken.

After that weekend I went to my day job, I was still antsy but I uninstalled Tumblr and put parental controls on the app before we left the hotel and I've been on Twitter or Discord ever since. It's flu season and I have bad allergies and late last week I started getting sick with a terrible cough where I was coughing so hard and so much I was bleeding.

It was at its worst around 10pm, all of the urgent care places were closed so I went to the nearest ER where I waited in the waiting room until 5am to hear back nothing back and went home. I'm sick, it's not covid to my knowledge but I am sick. I called out of my job three days this week.

I have not been on tumblr, I don't want to be on tumblr and the moment I can call someone to help me with a restraining order I'm logging off again. I've had people add me on discord telling me a friend reached out without my permission. I didn't consent to this.

I want to be left alone.

[the-black-dragons-den]

I was reading a post from before I had quit weed for my trade school and idk I'm so lucky and blessed and happy rn

I take 3 supplements a day to help support my mood stability and mental health. My mom has been trying to get me to take supplements for years and I never did stick with it bc I didn't feel results but with these I do so I've been taking them religiously for 5 months now.

I have gained... a chunk of weight from being in a classroom for 6 months and also increasing my alcohol consumption in the absence of weed but like... I'm not hating myself about it. It's okay. I'm working now so at least I'll build muscle snd get a little toned.

I'm making good money. I have a 401k now. I'm getting benefits in March. I'm getting a crazy fucking tax refund.

My mental health is.... wildly, insanely stable, like.... I can't even fully comprehend how good my mental health has been. Bad days happen but I cope and I'm okay.

My relationship is awesome. I'm so grateful and lucky to be with an amazing supportive partner who has kicked ass in stepping up to support me on my new career journey. He has supported me while my Grandpa has been sick and I had to go to the hospital to visit him (he's getting better and recovering well!) My partner has been cleaning and making dinner and running errands. And we have nice weekends together despite having to do stuff.

My house (apartment) is clean(ish) which - I don't have an extra day to clean it every week snd I'm balancing my compulsive need for cleanliness with my understanding of reality and managing expectations and it's going well.

Everything is going so well and I'm so grateful and blessed for reaching this point in my life.

We have worked so hard to have a decent life and we're doing so good and I'm doing so good.

[rose-and-lemongrass]

Ok I’m on the verge of falling into Despair so As Per Tradition here’s a list of horror movies I’ve watched for the first time this year that I’ve really liked

-The Wicker Man 1972

So here’s a good example of why spoilers don’t really bother me. I knew the ending going in (bc of the Nic Cage remake) and it still FUCKED ME UP SEVERELY. Like I was in TEARS. I didn’t even like the main character but GEEZE. It was 90% the sound of the ending scene I think.ikr the singing and the hymn and the cows screaming all layered on top of each other. It’s awful (high compliment). On a lighter note it’s also a secret musical and all the songs are bops :D

-Sinister

Speaking of knowing the ending and also horrifying sound design. This got spoiled for me by a classmate like 13 years ago. Was still sitting there watching it like 😨 Like god I get why this is considered THE scariest movie. Like hell damn this is one scary movie. Mostly bc of the music like holy god I felt like eas having a fever dream. This movie genuinely reminds me of the time I was sick on the couch slipping in and out of consciousness and my mom put on American Horror Story. I’m mad it was a Blumhouse film i genuinely believe it would be a masterpiece if Blumhouse wasn’t forcing jumpscares in there.

-X/Pearl

Lumping these two together cause idk they’re both in the same series and I love them. Pearls fucking great I love it dearly. And X reminded me I’m scared of Alligators uhhh rip Bobbi Lynn

-Longlegs

Lee Harker ❤️❤️❤️ I vibe with this one I don’t care. I understand it deep in my soul. It’s also one of those things of whenever I watch it or watch a reaction to it I notice something new and I love that shit!! What a cool fuckin movie

-In A Violent Nature

Oh I vibed heavily with this one. A jaunty nature walk with my best friend Johnny. Turning a girl into a human pretzel. Awesome. Was emotionally impacted by the ending and was apparently the only one who was!! Spent the weekend afterwards wondering why my interpretation of the ending was the complete opposite of everyone else’s and now I might make a video about that because. What the fuck

-Saint Maud

This movie deeply wounded me. I also watched it on my birthday. What an awful decision that was I was just sitting there in shock afterwards like. Oh no. Oh god. Anyways awesome movie I never want to see it again

-Speak No Evil 2022

Speaking of movies that fucked me up I never want to see again. I was literally pausing the movie every 5 minutes to scream at the characters. And then the end made me sick. I respect the hell out of it though. And I deeply resonated with it bc IM a spineless coward who gets roped into awful social situations all the time!! The characters are me!! Someday a freaks gonna invite me over to their house and I’m gonna be too polite to leave and then they’ll kill me and I’ll just be like. Damn Speak No Evil 2022 was right. Also fuck the American remake

-Happy Death Day

…Ok this has no business being as good as it is wtf. Amazing lead too like wow Tree is such a great character I love her. This is a good one if you want to get into horror but are nervous about it btw bc there’s basically no gore and it’s really really fun

-Suitable Flesh

I’m gonna be honest idk if I LIKE this movie. Or if I’m just shell shocked. That there’s a possession movie where a demon possesses a woman for the first time and then experiences a female orgasm and is like WOW THIS IS GREAT IM ONLY POSSESSING WOMEN FROM NOW ON!!! Like excuse me???????

-Strange Darling

Yesssss this movie is soooooo good!! Idk even what to say about it I’m starting to lose steam it’s just really really good :D

-Stream

This movie is not good. But that kill. With the tick tack toe. Was the most fun I had in the theater all year I was scream laughing and rolling around in my seat. Ah god bless I hope they make more i need more crazy shit like that in my life

-Blink Twice

Honestly really good thriller. There’s a bunch of twists but they’re GOOD twists they were set up properly. And some solid female solidarity in that movie, always nice to see. The last five minutes were…. Umm…. Less good? Idk how I feel about that yet. But I love the rest of it!!

-Oddity

I just thought it was neat :) EXTREMELY tense opening too oh my goddddd

-When Evil Lurks

That kill. You know the one. It made me cry ☹️

-Abigail

Soooooo the last 20 minutes were complete nonsense and drag the movie down for me but the rest is so much fun I’m including it here. Like genuinely just a really good time. That one dance scene was so cool

-Hatchet

Oh I didn’t know this existed till like a week ago. Genuinely really enjoyed it though. Reminded me a lot of Terrifier!!! And it’s really funny. I also kinda like how the first three movies function like one narrative and despite losing the lead actress it’s shockingly seamless you could stitch them together and it would flow perfectly

-Wolf Creek

Yo what the fuck Australia. That head on a stick thing was. Actually the most upsetting thing I’d seen in a while. Haven’t worked up the courage to watch the sequel yet ahahaha

-Evil Dead 2

I just think it’s neat!!! I’ve watched it twice now. It’s like my exact sense of humor it’s so good!!

-House of 1000 Corpses

Fish Boy!! And Captain Spaulding. The rest is ummmmmm. Ummmmmmmm. I mean it’s artistically really cool and I think it’s fun so you know what it’s going here’s

-All the Chucky movies

Haha. Yea. Y’all were right these are great

[bmpmp3]

THIS is little late for the weekend sowwy BUT I must tell you the truth. I am the king of being late. I didn't used to be, but for the past two years I have been consistently showing up ten minutes late to everything in my life <3 I'm working on it but it will happen again LOL

Anyway, this week's (last week's?) focus is gonna be Show (唱) by Ado!!

Another non-vocal synth song, my favourite Ado tune!! Although again, vocal synth adjacent: Ado grew up doing utaite activities and so many of her songs are like the who's who of vocal synth producers; giga-p, deco27, syudou, the works really!! And specifically her work with Giga-P and Teddyloid (this song and also my previous favourite of hers, Odo, were arranged by them) has been so good, these dance tunes let her go NUTS all over the track, playing with all these cheeky vocal styles. She yells, she uses falsetto-type tones, she vocal fries, she flip-flops between head and chest voices, she growls, she fucking YODELS it's fantastic, it is just wonderful. I never get sick of her scratchy yet powerful "warning!!" no matter how many times I listen to it.

I'm also very fond of the video, the character designs and animation is SO so so fun, I love the dance and the design of the girl in the eyepatch and dress, I think she's so cute LOL

To start with the covers, most of the one's I'm going to highlight are actually going to be vocal synth covers interestingly. I wonder if maybe because this is such a vocally intense song it makes the sound of a synthetic voice sound particularly interesting to me with it? But of course I do love plenty of real people covers, it's just a fun song all around.

The first cover I want to point out is the only human singer in todays list outside of Ado herself, the utaite Eruno (えるの):

Big fan of this cover in particular and it's going to sound kind of odd why but it's because the dude sounds like he's having a BLAST lol This song is super hard to sing already because Ado is extremely talented and extremely good at soundly like she's having effortless fun while singing some insane shit, so it's fun to hear another cover where someone is still keeping up well with the range but playing around in different ways! He matches some of her tone switches, but he messes around with his own voice particuarly in the verses in different ways which sounds very nice!

Next I want to point out not just one, but two Teto covers! Yasutange's UTAU Teto (top) and SynthV Teto (below) covers:

Both are fantastic, I love that this producer put so much footage of not just their pitchbending, but also some of their parameter edits in both OpenUtau and SV, it's really inspiring seeing how people mess around with these things. I like to listen to the UTAU cover slightly more because I like the UTAU edge, but I adore watching that SV cover to see those breath and gender sliders go NUTS. And I have no clue how they did those vocal fries in SV, that's awesome. Both covers are really fun to listen to and look at the videos, check 'em out!

Another cover using a vipperloid that I want to show you guys is this Yokune Ruko cover by ナイトウ_UTAU:

Using both of Ruko's fem and masc vocals, it sounds so expressive its UNREAL. The beginning "yeah yeah yeah SHOWTIME" blasts you off into space and it just gets better by the second. Before the first chorus the fem vocal has this cool seductive tone, and all the interjections like the "hey"'s and the "uh"'s sound so natural it is WILD. Wonderful cover <3

I want to talk about one last cover, I'm doing what I did last week again, saving my absolute favourite for last LOL BUT this cover. This wonderful cover. A Kaito V1 cover by Persephone-p:

I've mentioned this before, I'm a V1 lover. And specifically, I'm a Kaito V1 FANATIC he's my favourite version of Kaito ever on earth <3 YES he's glitchy YES he's robotic but he also has these strong, deep vocals that still somehow keep their clarity, really love it - and this cover takes the fun roboticness to the next level: Persephone-p has leaned into the effect particularly in the lower parts and the verses, letting Kaito sound anywhere from his usual self to a MacinTalk-esque tone then all the way to deep 1970s Speak-n-Spell growl. SO GOOD so so so good. And all that's not even going to the actual expressiveness of the tuning itself, he sounds like he's having a blast LOL Really wonderful cover, my absolute favourite cover I've heard of this song!!

That is all for tonight, please enjoy these fun covers of this fun song!! (stands up and immediately dies and goes to hell and becomes a zombie in order to dance a choreographed dance in a orange prison jumpsuit)

[coreytravelogue]

Victoria, BC - Apr 1, 2024

4 days have come and 4 days have gone and now I am on my way back to Vancouver hoping that the past few days of escape and battery charging will be enough for me to get through this next little while which will only be more stress inducing for me for sure.

I arrived at Ocean Island Inn at around 9pm as I expected but I hadn’t ate in 9 hours so I went to a place I hadn’t been to since the first time I visited Victoria, Brickyard Pizza. It was expensive but you have to expect that with things. I ate some food, had my free beer at the Inn and slept in the same bed I tend to always have when I am there.

I should try to have a meal before sleep more often because Thursday night along with Saturday gave me some of the best sleep I have had this year and for the last long while.

Friday morning I started it how I always start my mornings; breakfast at John’s Place. I normally stick to French Toast or Eggs Benny and I still did this long weekend but added some variant. John’s Place tends to push gently push the specials on me because they know I how typical I am so this time I tried to accommodate but they made it real easy for me given that their specials were variants of French Toast and Eggs Benny. Friday morning I had a cranberry orange toast version. Very sweet but of course very good and the coffee I just adore.

Followed my big breakfast with walking around the downtown area checking out the movie shop, records shops and second hand shops. During my walk I started to notice something different about my favourite city that was different from how it was in November. The amount of cop cars patrolling the city seemed weird but as the day and weekend progressed I started to understand more and more. The homeless and poor element had also gotten worse in the last few months. There was always an element of this but not like this, it felt like almost anywhere you would turn poor people were there asking for change or a lighter sleeping in tents or cardboard boxes.

I was hoping to spend the day with my friend and her family but her boy was very sick so it wasn’t to be. So instead I spent the evening like I tend to do when all is done, go to The Drake and enjoy the awesome food and a certainly did. The night was then capped off by watching the new Ghostbuster movie which was greatly disappointing.

Sleep Friday and Saturday night was less pleasant, my nose problems have been flaring up a lot lately and those nights especially as I spent much of the night tossing and turning trying to get the septum in my nose level so I could breathe equally clear from both sides of my nose. After my regular eggs Benny I set out to do some light shopping but also go to see another movie but at a theatre I had not been to before, Capital 6.

The moment I set foot in that theatre I instantly fell in love with it. The biggest reason I never went in was that I always vaguely assumed that it was a Landmark Theatre because it seemed too big to be a local but I was wrong, it was all local. I watched Love Lies Bleeding and thoroughly enjoyed it. The most heart breaking part of it all is I found out later that day that this wonderful local theatre I just fell in love with was going to be closing down in the new year to make way for another condo that no one will be able to afford. It angered me, reminding me of The Fort Theatre back in my home town and was torn down simply to be a fucking dirt parking lot.

None the less I capped my night at the Drake, got lots of writing done and tried to sleep.

Sunday wound up being a bit of a day. I woke up, showered and nothing seemed out of place. Till I started going downstairs to the lobby. I noticed police tape was being wrapped around the hostel. As I got to the stairs to the lobby a policeman was there to inform me that the lobby was blocked off and I had to use the back door.once I got to the back door I realized something was definitely wrong I just didn’t know what. I wish I brought my friend’s pie with me because the police woman told me they are shutting down the hostel for the next 8 hours or so.

So for the next 8 hours I wandered around downtown Victoria after having a Turkey eggs Benny and eventually went to the craft beer market to have some hefes and focus on my writing. Much of that morning I was in a deep loneliness driven depression and no way to really let go of it when Heaven’s Galaxy by Kid Cudi suddenly sparked an idea of a novel for me. I desperately went to the craft beer market and spent the next 4 hours writing 10 pages and 2 chapters of this sci fi sort inspired by Kid and using my loneliness.

While I did not accomplish finishing a script or anything significant I did do some serious writing this weekend, more than I have in many years.

After 4 I was able to grab my friend’s pie and family’s presents and deliver it to her. Me and my friend spent a couple minutes chatting outside her apartment but I could not come in. Her son had a viral infection and she did not want to get me infected. After the exchange like with every other night I went to the Drake for a bite and a drink then back to the hostel which felt eerily quiet and subdued. Whatever that may have happened must have been really bad. In between sleeping I could hear cops exchanging words and patrolling around. It felt weird to be there, almost like I shouldn’t have been but I had nowhere else to go. Too many people have that problem than me and more severe so I have no right to complain but it was just an odd night.

And so here we are Monday morning, I had my traditional French Toast, checked out of the hotel and I am on the bus heading to the terminal. I want to try and get back home early in case I need to do any food prep but also give myself plenty of time to go to bed early.

Cannot stress enough how much I am not looking forward to the next couple of days and weeks. It’s all work related and will keep to myself but the only reassurance I can get from this month as all the shit should end by the end of it and a cousin is visiting. If my work drama does not end by the end of this month I don’t know if I can stay there much longer with the amount of disrespect I feel I have been shown through the the past 10 months and counting.

This trip was worth it in the end, I needed a few days of just rest, food and no pressure of anything. Outside of the hostel incident it was a calm and soothing trip. I wish it could have been spent being around those I cared about more but it can’t be helped.

I will be back in Victoria next month but only for a very short trip to see a concert. I may come back in July as well but I can’t say for certain. I can’t make any plans unless I know where I sit in my work situation.

Pretty sure I set myself back budget wise this long weekend but all things considered I did ok. I treated myself to good food, relaxation and peace which is what I needed and could do with more of but this is going to have to keep for me for the next while. I really do hope I can cap my 30s with a big trip but there is still way too much uncertainty in my life right now but looking at the sad state of Victoria it is a sorry un certain and rocky environment in Canada in general. Can’t say I am confident things will get better before it gets much more. All we can do is move forward.

Shazbot nanu nanu

[the-eclectic-fox]

Comic Con Eve

I used to have a blog where I talked about art stuff and life stuff. I closed it down cause no one was visiting it, but I kind of miss doing work recaps and just having a place for all my word vomit.

I'm a very angry and tired person today. I'm super warm, but my hands are like ice, yet somehow also clammy. And clammy hands drive me mental so I'm constantly washing my hands and wiping my hands (which is awesome when you're covered in cat hair). So this should go well.

Today is set-up for Comic Con, and set up days are ALWAYS a nightmare (only comparable to tear-downs). Trying to get into the building, getting everything off the truck, FINDING a cart, getting our passes (they screw this part up every year for me), finding our table (also, screwed up every year), and finally getting everything set up.

Then my friend and her dad will be staying with us for the weekend (she volunteers for me, he volunteers for the doctor who society), and I love them dearly, but you can't have any kind of schedule or plan with him around.

Then, my body decided after 2.5 hours of sleep that it was ready to get up. So I've been up since 2am. And starting at 9:45am were the phone calls. Literally between 9:45am and 2:30pm I've had NINE PHONE CALLS, and I'm waiting on MORE! I have crippling anxiety, if my phone rings when I'm not expecting it - it causes a panic attack and sometimes impromptu vomiting. Mental health issues are great.

GI flare started yesterday, plus I have a super weak cold but having the two at the same time is mildly terrifying. If I sneeze or cough at the wrong time I am ruining EVERYONE'S day. But the funny (and sad) thing about it was I've been doing SO good with my diet, I haven't had attacks in months! Then, this week between con prep, house prep, and being sick ...this dumb-ass forgot to eat ...for 5 days. I last ate Sunday ...and it's Friday afternoon and I still haven't eaten anything. I am surviving solely on Tea caffeine (I'm not a coffee drinker) and spite. So the attack was my own stupidity. Sigh. Will I get the chance to eat tonight? Who the hell knows! Yay con! (This is why vendors always look frazzled - I'm not the only one with horror stories about prep)

Comic con fuck-up aside, I got bumped up to the vendor area in the Featured Artist wall! Instead of the tiny room no one can ever find where they stuff all the artists. So I have hope this year! I also have tons of new stuff, and did a complete overhaul to my prints.

This year I will still have prints, only limited to 5 of each and once sold out they're done! But I will also have lanyards, key chains, bookmarks, stickers, cups, shirts, tank tops, and hats. I'm super excited for the lanyards and key chains since this is the first time I've ever made them!

Highlight of it all? I get to see my best friend, my nails are a bangin' shade of orange, and after con starts HUNTING SEASON! I have three of them this year! And also in 2 weeks I will see my parents cause we are taking the last two days of bird camp to hunt birds on my parents property with my dad. Always a highlight of comic con.

[thefuckaretheseemotions]

Hey. Long time no see.

I'm still having the feeling of loneliness.

Since no one is with me physically, i feel im alone in the world. Nothing exists.

I wish i could feel normal emotions.

Oh. I had to buy a new car. Still don't know how to process this. I miss my old car so much. Its stupid. Its a piece of metal. But damn i was comfortable. I hate changes.

Also im trying to be more active in the bdsm community. I still don't feel at my place. Like its an awesome community, but i still feel misplaced.

The job. Im sick and tired of the fucking schedules. I want my weekend. I want to be treated like a fucking human being. Not a fucking thing you can use around like you please. I want to put my conditions. But damn, im scared that they fire me. And i have that damn rent and car to pay.

Still struggling with eating. I dont know my safe food anymore. I see food and im nauseous. I don't know what to do.

I have cat puke on the floor since 4 days i think. The cleaning of the appartment is overdue. I have so much to do, but i have no motivation to do it. I just feel paralyzed.

[keefwho]

November 01 - 2022

8:17 AM

No one likes to work, me included. And I don’t even have much to do relatively speaking. But it still sucks ass and I’m still trying to find a way of doing/thinking about it so I’m a little less miserable. Most of the time it comes down to knowing how awesome I’ll feel if I buckle down and get it done early so I have the rest of the day to goof off, but I still know I’ll have to do it all again tomorrow. And the next day. But part of bearing it is accepting it is ceaseless, its just how it is. 

11:37 AM

My tummy has been unhappy for most of the morning but I’m not letting it bother me. It’s just annoying that it can happen so suddenly so often. I can’t wait for it to get better though. It happens enough that using it as an excuse for a break will mean I never get anything done. And I can’t hope for a natural break like a weekend all the time. I just have to deal with it. 

2:14 PM

I did my time for today but I’m VERY stressed because I want to do good on this current commission and I’ve put a lot of time into trying to get it right. But I just cant get it to a good place. HOW MUCH TIME Is it gonna take me? Will I be able to get it done in a reasonable time at all? It’s difficult sometimes to meet my personal quotas and put out things I can be proud of. The only way to fix that would be to get better at being fast or charge more and I feel like I charge enough already. I’m gonna do my best to stop thinking about it right now and save it for tomorrow. It’ll be better to look at it with fresh eyes later anyways.

I WANT TO CRYYYY I can’t figure this shit out, it’s killing me  Im so fucked

4:34 PM

Once again I am in despair about my anxiety/phobia. 

I SHOULD be happy about getting groceries but I’m always just scared of them. Even the freezer food these days. Mainly the stuff in the fridge. Its hard to figure out what to do about all this. I’m afraid of basically all food to some degree. Eating is almost never enjoyable because I do it with caution. Thats why I struggle to eat enough. Its silly because I’ve never once gotten food poisoning in my life and I used to have the same food standards as my parents. 

All I know to do is practice a little exposure and eat things I’m afraid of anyways, even if its just in small amounts. Pretending can help too, like pretending that everything is fine because it literally is. Its just fact that food isn’t as unsafe as I feel it is and I also have very high safety standards with everything I get. The reality is NOTHING I currently have should make me sick. Somewhere inside me I believe that something in my fridge/freezer/panty MUST be tainted. But none of it should be. 

Maybe it’ll be good to write down every time I challenge myself and track that. I could have a 1-10 rating score on how challenging it was. I can probably do that with my calender but I don’t like cluttering it. 

I know I must come off as fucking crazy but I’m trying my hardest to stop being this way. I would talk to a therapist again if I had the money but I need to get my work life sorted out more. I feel like it’s been in shambles for awhile. I used to be proud of how much I did and I always pulled in more money than I meant to but now I’m finding it hard to keep up. 

4:58 PM

I think what I need is some coordination when it comes to how I’m trying to tackle my mental issues. I’m still kinda just winging it but some direction would be useful. Like implementation of a challenge system so I can record them and set goals. And maybe things I do daily like a recap of the days events followed my reading over the previous day’s entries. I’ve been meaning to re-read everything but I’ve been slacking. 

5:21 PM

I was down for a little bit there but I’m picking myself back up. It feels wrong though, like I’m supposed to be miserable. But I should accept I deserve happiness. I also have the strong need to be consistent so I feel like being happy is a waste if I’m just going to be sad again so I should expect to stay sad. But I know that’s dumb. Everything is up and down. I should enjoy the ups. I’m currently feeling confident that I can make changes in my life and become who I want to be. Sometimes I slip up but I can always get myself back on track and do good things. I’m giving myself a little bit of deserved relaxation. REAL relaxation. I worked hard today so I deserve it. 

Recap

This morning I woke up feeling like it was another weekend day because I do that every Sunday. I was very confident, I made myself a short list on sticky notes of things I’d get done in order as quickly as I could. I really didn’t want to waste time today like I usually do. I was moderately successful. My tummy kinda hurt and that was my biggest problem but I pulled through enough to be proud of myself. My ultimate goal was to get everything done before my dad brought my groceries at around 2:30 and I achieved that. I also decided to actually draw for 2 hours instead of just setting a 2 hour timer for it. If I go by timer alone, I end up not drawing for 15-30 minutes of that time because of bathroom breaks or sidetracking and I still tote myself as having drawn that whole time. Instead I went purely by my time tracker so I made sure to get that time in. I also put a stopwatch on the side and it took me 2.5 hours to do 2 hours of work. LOTS of distractions. 

The afternoon was spent worrying a little bit before calming down and taking some much needed me time. I relaxed with BOTW and then Hyrule Warriors and Medievil while in call with my besties. Then I had some VRchat time with them and got off for dinner. 

[strshn]

I haven't posted in so so so long. but I promise you it's a good thing. I honestly almost forgot I had this blog lmao. things have gotten so much better! are they as good as I want them to be? of course not. but it's the best they've been literally ever. I still struggle a ton but idk. things are just so different...

my 4 year anniversary with my boyfriend is coming up. how insane is that??? I've waited and yearned and begged my whole life for love, and I am trying my best to never take it for granted, not even for a second. I am so lucky to have him by my side.

I've come out to people irl... IN. REAL. LIFE. I go by my preferred name and pronouns to my bf, my friends, I even told my mom this past weekend and it's been nothing but support. tbf I have only told people that I know will be supportive, but still. it feels amazing, and freeing in a way I could have never guessed.

I'm off my meds. all of them. have been for I think almost 2 years now. ditched therapy too. and I'm not saying it's a good thing, I do wish I had some support in the way of a therapist, and maybe some meds would make things even better but idk I've been coping on my own. somehow lol. it's hard and I get exhausted very easily and I so very much wish I could do more on a daily basis but I do what I can, and I forgive myself for not being able to do more. I praise myself for what I can accomplish, even if it's minimal. I cook, I clean, I take care of our cats. I get so tired so easily but... I'm doing more now than I ever did on meds, and frankly it's so fucking strange.

is life hard? absolutely. but I've grown and changed and things are different but also better. my bpd is almost like an afterthought? yes I still experience symptoms. but idk. it's not the same as it was. maybe because I'm happy and secure in my relationship, it's a long term commitment. I have in the back of my mind that it could still end up going terribly wrong, but I don't dwell on it like younger me probably would have. I have bad days, sure. depression isn't gonna go away. and neither will anxiety or ADHD. probably have autism too but I haven't really gotten into that rabbit hole yet.

but idk. I'm just glad to be doing okay. and not having the extreme moods like I used to. do I still hate myself and want to unalive myself from time to time? of course! but. it's more like "I'm tired and the world sucks and I'm sick of working myself to death and still not having enough money to survive can this please end already" which I think is reasonable and a lot of ppl feel that way. the world does suck. but I keep going for my cats and my boyfriend. idk it all sucks but I know there is nothing else to do.

I sleep a lot. I'm tired a lot. I have some physical ailments I need to get fixed. mentally idk. it's just a strange time for me. I'm able to just ignore my shit most of the time, or when I can't, I cry it out and take a nap and try to tell myself that I can keep going, and I will be okay. even if maybe it isn't true, I mean who knows.

I stream on twitch sometimes. I'm working on finding good friends. I'm working on officially coming out. I'm working on getting better at makeup and hair. I'm working on trying to figure out how to write again. Overall, I'm working on being exactly who I want to be. and it feels awesome.

I know this page is usually depressing. I've had a rough life and need somewhere to vent. at least this one time I can vent about how good I am beginning to feel. how good my life has turned out to be even if I still struggle a lot of days, especially financially I struggle a ton. but I'm still here and more queer than ever lol. and I'm doing all right.

I always used to see "it gets better" posts and I half wanted to believe them and half told myself it would never ever happen for me. maybe everyone else but never me... well it's happened for me. it is still happening, tbh. every day things are looking up, even the days where I feel down. it's, at the very least, not the same as it used to be. and I'll take anything over the heart-wrenching emotions I used to feel daily. the mood swings, the obsessions, the infatuations, the utter hopelessness of everyday life for me was so overwhelming. I'm glad it has toned down for me, and thing have changed. and that things are even slightly better.

I have no outlook or expectations for the future. but I think that's for the best. I have things I want to do here and now, and I'll worry about the rest later. I'm just happy I'm finally becoming who I want to be, and I'm happy I have any amount of happiness and love in my life. that's all I ever wanted, love. and I think I have it! so don't be so glum, younger me, or anyone out there reading this that can relate to how I used to think and act and feel. it will be okay. and as cliche as it is, it will get better. or at the very least, things will change with time. things will not stay the same, things will evolve and change and mutate and metamorphosize. things will change, the future will be different. and idk that just gives me hope, that I won't be stuck in one place or one feeling or one rut forever.

the future is open and a mystery, flow into it and go along with it. it will be worth it to see the world, and your self, in a different light.

[weird-is-life]

Liar, liar, pants on fire

Pairing: Steve harrington x fem!reader

Sumarry: Steve lies to you to protect you. But you don't know that, so you get angry at him and ignore him

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/wounds, season 4 spoilers! , angst, lying, pet names, use of y/n, mentions of food, hurt Eddie Munson

Words: 3.6k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes.

You agreed to drive the boys home from the school. You were in your senior year, so you didn't mind to take them with you as you had to drive that way anyway .

Usually it meant, that you had to endure their obnoxiously loud talking, but today they talked in hushed voices.

You weren't really paying much attention to what they were saying, until you heard Steve's name.

You started to intently listen now and you realised, that they were talking about what they did last night.

Something about monsters and some other world, you thought it was DnD. But then they mention Steve and why would Steve be with them ? And also Nancy and Robin were there? You were so confused.

Steve told you, he had to have a dinner with his parents, that he couldn't come over to yours last night.

He basically told you he couldn't hang out with you the whole week, because his parents made him go to some business parties with them.

And now you were being told, that he was out with the kids and also the girls? Why would he lie to you about his plans?

"You played DnD last night?" you asked, wanting to get more information.

"No... -" Mike started to say, but Dustin elbowed him in the ribs, "i mean, yeah. Yes, we did. It was awesome" he said with slightly higher pitched voice. You knew he wasn't telling you the truth.

"Right" i squinted my eyes at them through the rear view mirror.

"And what was Steve doing there?" you asked the boys.

"Oh he drove me to Mike's house, so he stayed over to watch" Dustin said, but it sounded more like a question. He was obviously trying to cover for Steve.

"Really? I thought, he was supposed to have a dinner with his parents" you said, trying not to let the emotions, that you were feeling, known .

"Dinner...-oh yes, he did. He managed to do that before the game" he stated and winced, when he saw your frown. He realised, it wasn't exactly what you wanted to hear.

"Huh, interesting" you laughed dryly. You were visibly upset by now. The boys looked at each other with big eyes, they knew, that they'd fucked up.

Steve told them multiple times, that you had no clue about the Upside down and he didn't want to tell you about it to keep you safe.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Dustin broke the suffocating silence.

"Yeah fine, i'm fine" you got out, your hands tightening on the steering wheel.

"Um, are you sure?"

"Okay, bye Mike. See you" you ignored his question as you stopped close to Mike's house.

They all quickly scrambled out of your car, yelling 'bye and thanks for the ride'.

"Ugh guys, aren't you going home?" the question was directed at Lucas and Dustin, you thought you were driving them all home.

"No.. , uhh, they are helping me with uh, mowing the grass, bye y/n" they ran away from your car, leaving you without words. They acted so weird, weirder than usual. But you rolled with it and went home.

A million thoughts were running through your head. Like why had Steve lied? Has he lied to you before? And why would he lie in the first place? Was he hiding something? You had no answers for any of them.

You were supposed to go out with Steve tonight, but after you had found out that he'd lied to you, you weren't feeling up for it anymore.

You called him with the excuse of not feeling the best, that the stress from the school got to you. It was partly true, the school was a killer and it made you look forward to just laying in your bed and staying there the whole weekend.

Steve the great boyfriend that he is, he couldn't let you be sick alone and came to take care of you.

You went to open the door, thinking it was the pizza you'd ordered and were left stunned at the sight of Steve at your door.

"Steve! What are you doing here?" you asked surprised.

"Hi pretty girl, it's good to see you, too" he teased and pushed his way into your house, "you said, you weren't feeling okay, so I wanted to come and try to make you feel better."

"Steve, you shouldn't have. It's not even that bad and besides aren't you supposed to be with you parents" you said bitterly, supressing the wanting to use air quotes at the parents part.

"No, i'd rather be with you" he said, completely missing your agitation.

"Really? It didn't seem like it yesterday or the days before" you said, you were still trying to remain calm and not let the hurt get the best of you.

" I told you, i was with my par-"

"Parents, right! How could i forget?! " you scoffed.

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" Steve caught on, that something was wrong. He noticed now, that you were mad at him and concern immediately filled his body.

"No Steve, everything is not okay. You lied to me, " Steve wanted to speak, but you weren't finished yet, " you lied to me and don't even try to deny it. Were you parents home at all?"

His silence after your question told you enough to know, that they weren't .

"Thought that much" you announced with glossy eyes. Steve wanted to say something, anything at this point, but he didn't know what.

"Are you cheating on me?" you accused him. You knew Steve would never cheat on you, but if he'd lied about this, what else could he have lied about to you?

"No!" he quickly assured you, " i would never do that, you know that sweetheart " he wanted to take a step closer to you, to hold you, so you wouldn't start crying.

"Do i? Do i, Steve? Because i don't think i do. I thought you wouldn't lie to me either and look where we are now" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"C'mon babe, you know me, i would never do anything like that" he desperately argued.

"Then why would you lie? What were you doing the whole week and last night? And don't tell me you played DnD, i doubt that Nancy and Robin would play that game, you wouldn't either" you taunted.

You thought, maybe they just wanted to hang out without you, so they didn't tell you and lied instead. But that didn't seem right.

"We really did played that stupid game. "

He lied.

Again.

You noticed the lie straight away, the tears spilling from your eyes soon after

"Stop lying, i want the truth" you demanded and his heart was breaking at the sight of your hurt face, full of tears. That he caused.

"I-I can't, i want to tell you, i really do. But i can't, i can't" he shook his head.

"Well, if-if you can't tell me the truth, you should just leave" you sniffled.

"I'm doing it to protect you. I don't want to see you get hurt. Please believe me, y/n. Please..." he pleaded.

Protect you? In what universe did he think, that lying would protect you from getting hurt. Especially when he'd already hurt you by doing that.

"Please just leave Steve" you couldn't even see him through all the tears.

"Sweetheart-"he started, but you moved to open the door .

He knew, that you clearly wanted him gone. So he didn't protest anymore. He slowly walked out of the door with defeated expression.

He turned to say i'm sorry, but you slammed the door shut. Your name was stuck at the back of his throat and with a trembling sigh, he got in his car and left. The regret already seeping deep down in his bones.

As soon as you closed the door, you broke down. You slid down against the door, curling into yourself. You couldn't believe what just happened.

Steve admitted, that he'd lied and he still wouldn't tell you the truth. That hurt, like a lot. You cried by the door until the bell rang again.

You didn't bother to open the door, you got up from the ground, walked to your room, slammed down on your bed, slipped under the covers and cried until you fell asleep from all the crying.

That's basically all you did the whole weekend, you refused to get out of your room or accept Steve's calls.You didn't want to see anyone, especially not Steve.

Steve called you many many times, but you didn't answer. You were too hurt to hear his voice, too hurt to even think about him.

You were just watching the movies and eating unhealthy snacks all the time.

You did the same thing today, you prepared movies for the day and made yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room. After maybe the 4th movie you fell asleep. You woke up god knows how many hours later to the intense pounding on the door.

You shot up to your legs and carefully walked up to the door.

"Y/N, are you here?! We need your help" you heard very familiar voice. Dustin's pleading voice made you fret, so you opened the door without even thinking twice about it.

And the sight after you opened the door made you worry even more. Robin and Steve were both supporting Eddie Munson's unconsciousness body, while looking pretty bad themselves. The breath hitched in your throat, when your eyes caught Steve's.

"You have the first aid training, right? A-and y-you've been volunteering in the hospital too, right?" Dustin panted, his eyes were filled with what you thought was fear. You wanted to study medicine at the university, so of course, you did all of that.

"Yes, but what the hell is going on, Dustin?" you asked perplexed.

"No time to explain now. You need to help Eddie here. He's gotten hurt pretty badly" he gestured to the bloodied boy.

"I can see that, but i don't understand... Did you get mugged or-or..." you had so many questions, they looked like they'd survived an apocalypse.

"Y/N! I will answer your every question, but you need to help him" Dustin insisted.

"But I'm not a doctor, he clearly needs to go to the hospital" i said.

"The people in the town want him dead, we can't take him to the hospital. Please y/n, you're the only one who can help" Dustin eyes were full of tears begging you to help his friend.

"Oh, right. Okay, okay, get in" you opened the door wider and sprinted to your room for the huge first aid kit, you had.

When you came back, Eddie layed on your table. You kneeled next to him and looked at the wounds. Not gonna lie it looked bad.

You took the scissors and cut off his shirt. The wounds looked even worse without the shirt on and they definitely needed stitches.

"G-guys, i don't know if i can do this, it needs stitches and i... -" you started rambling and your hands shook a little.

"You can do it y/n, i know you can" Steve's hand closed around yours and even angry at him, you felt yourself relax under his touch.

"Yeah y/n, you took care of my knee, remember? We know, he is in good hands" Robin chimed in to reasure you, as well.

"Robin that was a scratched knee and not something as big as this" you pointed out.

"So what? You knew, what you were doing then, you'll know what to do now."

"Okay, I w-will try" you sighed. Your hand was still in Steve's, so you pulled it away with slight tremble and got to work.

After you cleared off all of the blood and dirt, you were relieved to find out, that the injuries weren't as awful as you thought them to be.

Still they were pretty bad, so you stitched them up. You felt Steve's eyes on you the whole time, but ignored it along with the feelings in your chest.

An hour later, you were done.

"Will he be okay?"

"I-I think so. He probably lost some blood, but i think he should be o-okay" you uncertainly answered. To be honest, you weren't exactly sure, he would be okay, but you hoped so.

"You did great, you're amazing" Dustin praised you and hugged you real tight.

"I-I tried" you just smiled weakly at the young boy, meanwhile Robin and Steve were on the phone with someone.

"He should hopefully wake up in a few hours and you can tell me everything while we wait" you said.

"You should probably sit down..." he started.

He talked about some demodogs, some other world that is apparently upside down and so much more. By the end of his talking you were even more confused, than you had been before.

But a few things started to add up. Dustin told you, that they discovered the knew supernatural thing occurring in Hawkings last week.

"Wait, Steve-was he with you last week, too?" you asked.

"Yeah, he was" he responded, "look i know, that Steve lied to you, but believe me when i say, that he didn't mean to hurt you" Dustin defended Steve and you realised, that he really was just trying to protect you.

The new knowledge you had about all of this was enough to know it was dangerous. But still, he lied to you and him trying to protect you didn't excuse it.

"I know..." i replied.

"He was really miserable without you, y'know" Dustin said.

"We just talked to Nancy. Max is stabilised, but they don't know when she'll wake up" Steve came in the room with Robin. They both had sour expressions.

"Max? What happened to her?" you puzzled.

"Vecna almost killed her, but we didn't get to see her yet" Dustin explained.

" Oh my god, will she be okay?" you liked the red haired girl. She had a tough year already and this was just too much.

"We don't know" Robin answered.

"She's a fighter, i'm sure she'll be annoying the shit out of me in no time" Steve offered you a hesitant smile, "and what about Eddie, will he be okay?"

"Hopefully, we just have to wait and see, i guess" you were biting your lip from the stress of all of this and Steve noticed it straight away, wishing he could help calm you down.

"Do you have anything to eat, y/n ? I'm literally starving" Robin sat down on your sofa, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, is frozen pizza okay?"

"Are you kidding me? I would eat even a bread with mold at this point. Pizza is amazing" she exasperated and you chuckled at her.

Steve's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your laughter. He sat down next to Robin with a hiss. His sides still bled a little and they hurt a lot.

You noticed Steve's pained look and concern laced your face. He looked, that he was in discomfort. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but stopped yourself and instead went to put the pizza in the oven.

You slowly washed the blood from your hands in the kitchen sink. Honestly, you needed a breather, all of this was just too much.

You stood with your hands under the running water, your mind was completely elsewhere so you didn't even register Steve coming to stand next to you.

"Hey" he touched your shoulder and you flinched as you didn't expect him to follow you in the kitchen.

He took a quick step back, in the fear that he did something he shouldn't have. He winced again, because of his sudden movement.

"Sorry, didn't see you come in. I was lost in my thoughts" you reassured him.

"What's up with the wincing? Are you hurt, too?" you questioned, trying to find out what was wrong.

"It's nothing" he said, "could we talk?"

"It's not nothing, if you are in pain. Let me have a look at it" you completely ignored his question.

"Seriously, it's alright, i've had worse" he stubbornly said.

"Atleast just let me see it" you wouldn't give up, just as stubborn. He sighed and lifted his shirt up, revealing a soaked with blood bandage, that went across his torso.

"Jesus, Steve! Why haven't you said anything?" you looked at him in disbelieve.

"It's honestly fin-"

"No way, c'mon sit down" you pushed him on the chair, that was next to the dining table and went to get the first aid kit again.

"Uhh can i take the bandage away?"

"S-sure" he stuttured, you were so close to him and yet so far.

You carefully untied it. His bites looked much better than Eddie's.

Steve was looking at you, trying to figure out what to say.

"I have to clean them, so it's gonna hurt" you said as you sprayed an antiseptic spray at the wounds.

"Son of a bit..-"he bit his knuckles, supressing the pain.

"Sorry."

You worked with focus, letting out quiet apologies at Steve's hisses. Steve didn't even care about the pain, he just wanted to talk to you.

You felt Steve's stare at you. I don't even want to talk about the way he was absent-mindlessly rubbing circles on your hip, he kept his hand there to steady you, or so you told yourself.

"I'm done, all okay?" you stood up.

"It's great, thank you, love" he didn't mean for the pet name to slip up, especially not now when you were still angry at him.

"Good" you ignored it and walked to check on the pizza, but Steve's gently wrapped his hand around your wrist.

"I'm sorry y/n, i shouldn't have lied to you" he was trying to catch your gaze.

"Yes, you shouldn't have" you ripped your hand out of his, turned around and walked to the oven. He would have to work for it, if he wanted your forgiveness.

"I deserve this. It wasn't fair of me to lie to you, even if i did it to protect you. I should have been honest with you" you still didn't look at him, " i-i was just so scared, because i don't know what would i do if something had happenned to you. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you, incase you'd get involved and get hurt. I'm so sorry" your anger was slowly going away while he spoke.

"Please, sweetheart. Forgive me" you felt the anger melt away as you heard him sniffle silently.

You softly looked at him and sighed. You couldn't stay mad at him, not when he was giving you the puppy eyes, asking you to love him again.

" I understand if you don't want to see me again. Or if-if you need time" he spoke, not giving you the chance to speak, "I'm sorry" he was about to leave, his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Steve" you murmured. Steve immediately stopped in his steps and turned toward you.

"What?" he lifted his head up.

"Come here" you said. He cautiously walked up to you, he really did look like some lost puppy.

"I forgive you, but..-"

"You do?!"

"Yes, but if you ever lie to me again, i swear i'm never ever speaking to you. I'll ignore your stupid ass" you warned him.

"Never. Never again, baby. It was stupid enough to do it for the first time, not gonna do it again, i promise" he vowed.

"Good, because it really was silly" you confirmed, suppressing the smile, that was trying to show .

"Yeah" he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening.

"You still have to make it up to me, handsome. "

"Really? I do?" he teased you and you scowled at him, "just kidding. Anything you want, you got it."

"Anything i want?" he nodded.

"How about a kiss?" you coaxed, sheepishly.

"Thought you would never ask" he smirked and was already leaning down to connect his lips with yours in a sweet sweet kiss.

He cupped your face in his hands, tenderly brushing your cheeks as his lepis moved against yours and you ran your hands through his hair, just the way he loved it.

Neither of you wanted to break the kiss, but eventually the loss of oxygen decided for you.

"Missed you" you mumbled against his lips.

"Missed you more, pretty girl" he started plastering your face in kisses.

"So i've heard. Dustin told me you were miserable without me" so were you.

"It's true"he agreed and didn't stop the kisses. You giggled madly at him.

"Steve..."you said breathlessly and he hummed in question, his lips still not leaving your face.

"I gotta go check on the pizza" you tried to push him away, but he only held you tighter.

"No."

"It's gonna be burned" you laughed.

"Don't care, i missed you too much" he gave you another chaste kiss and you didn't resist. You completely melted at his touch.

"Ahem" Robin fake coughed to get your attention.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Eddie is awake" she chuckled, when she saw your embarrassed expression," and just so you know, there's a smoke coming from the oven."

You looked at the oven in alarm, running to open it and put the fire away. You managed to do that, but the pizza was done for.

"Ughh, we obviously can't eat this. I do have another one, but i think we should just order."

"Yup, don't want the house to burn down, because you two are too busy kissing" Robin rolled her eyes and left to order the pizza.

"I enjoyed burning the pizza very much, we should do it again" Steve winked at you with a big smirk on his face and was already pulling you close to him for another kiss.

"Steve!"

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I Spit Diamonds

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Pairings: rockstar!Bucky Barnes x rockstar!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Words: 4023

Summary: Nights with the Howlies can get wild. It's lucky you fit right in.

Warnings: Homophobic slurs, drug use, alcohol use, canon-typical violence, fist fight, semi-public sex, blow job, vaginal fingering, piv sex, anal sex, rough sex, come play/swallowing, spit kink, poly relationship, derogatory language (slut-affectionate), pet names (kitten/princess/pretty girl)

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“Strike!” Natasha shouts triumphantly.

“Nat, that’s the fourth turn you’ve taken in a row. It was Clint’s turn after the first two balls you threw,” you sigh. “That wasn’t a strike. It was a shitshow.”

“That’s right. A fucking shitshow,” Clint scowls. He’d been winning until Natasha decided she wasn’t okay with losing and started cheating.

You were beginning to think that eating a shitload of edibles and going bowling with Clint and Nat had been a terrible idea. You suspect Scott knew what you were getting yourself into because he disappeared the second he shut the RV’s engine off.

Steve and Bucky asked for some quiet time because they were working on a few new songs Bucky had written lyrics for recently. It’s not exactly something they can do with everyone underfoot.

The bowling alley was gross, it smelled like feet and unwashed ass, and everything had a scummy yellow layer of nicotine all over it. To make matters worse, there was a man a few lanes down from yours that had way too much to drink. He was acting like an asshole, talking too loudly, trying to pick a fight with everyone around him, feeling up the lane server, and just being a prick in general. Even his friends seemed fed up with him.

“Can we just start a new game?” Clint grumbles, pointing at Nat, who is still tossing her bright red ball down the alley, having taken the last three or four turns from you and Clint.

“Yeah honey. We’ll start a new game. I just need to figure out how to get Nat to quit throwing the fucking ball.”

The sound of glass breaking, a scream, and a slap comes from the right, “You ASSHOLE.” It’s the lane server who the drunk dirtbag had been harrassing all night. From the sound of things he’d grabbed her ass one too many times and she’d spilled a whole tray of beer because of it, so she’d slapped him.

“You bitch! You can’t touch me! I’ll have you fired, you fucking cunt!” To no one’s surprise the babyman didn’t take kindly to being called on his bullshit.

Clint has an extremely low tolerance for men who treat women like shit, so he’s on his feet as soon as the dude starts yelling. You aren’t sure what he plans on doing—he’s too stoned to tie his fucking shoes right now—but you have to admit, you’d like to beat this dude’s ass too.

“GODDAMNIT, RUMLOW,” the manager shouts, “I’m sick of doing this with you every weekend. Get the fuck out of here. You’re banned, Brock. Permanently. If I see your ugly face here again I’ll call the cops. I kinda hope I get to call the cops—aren’t you still on probation?”

You figure this guy must have one hell of a reputation because the bowling alley erupts in applause as the manager escorts the man—Rumlow—out of the building.

“Wow. What a trainwreck. Awesome!” Nat hoots. “And you wanted to find a bar, Barton.”

“Yeah. At least I’d be drunk now if we’d gone to a bar. This watered-down beer is weak as piss,” he complains, “except piss tastes a hell of a lot better.”

“Oh god, grumpy,” you grumble, “it’s called a flask, Clint. Invest in one.” You pull your flask out of your back pocket and hand it to him. It’s a gift from Steve, a beautiful swirly rainbow, that matches the gorgeous butterfly knife Bucky had given you after you’d taken a shine to one of his with the same prismatic colors.

“Ooo, pretty,” Clint coos over your flask before taking a long pull. He groans as the liquor burns its way down his esophagus, “Oh yeah, that hits the fuckin’ spot.”

“Scott’s friend Thor dropped by with some moonshine the other day,” you take a swig from the flask, humming at taste, “he flavors it with apples.”

“Gimmie gimmie! Me too!” sing-songs Nat, making a grabby hands gesture until Clint passes her the flask after taking another long pull from it.

“Okay, Clint. I’ll give it to ya. You were right, this place sucks,” you finally concede. You pull your phone out and shoot off a text to Steve and Bucky to find out how much longer they needed.

“I’m always right,” Clint grumbles petulantly.

“Like hell you are, Barton,” Nat pulls a face.

“You know I am, Romanoff,” he tosses back, sarcastically, “even if you can’t admit my brilliance out loud, I know you know,” he taps his temple and points at her. Nat sticks her finger in her open mouth and pretends to throw up.

Your phone dings, and it’s a text from Steve letting you know they’re done for the night, and you can come home. Wrangling Clint and Natasha is like trying to shovel water upstairs, but eventually all three of you are out of your bowling shoes and back into your own, and walking the four blocks back to the RV, the three of you draining your flask as you go.

There’s a 7-11 across the street from where the RV is parked, and you follow Nat and Clint into the convenience store to grab snacks and a slurpee, when you spot Bucky and Steve at the counter. You squeal, slurpee forgotten, and hop into Steve’s arms, giggling as he peppers your neck with kisses.

“Hi, kitten,” Bucky grins and kisses you when Steve passes you over so he can pay for their sodas and red vines. The cashier looks at the three of you with a strange look on his face, until Steve sneers at him.

Outside of the store Steve crouches down so you can climb onto his shoulders for a piggy-back ride. He gallops across the parking lot, making you squeal with laughter. Then Clint jogs by with Nat perched on his shoulders. He shouts, “Welcome to the horse race! Get your bets in, ladies and gents, the counter closes in five!”

Bucky shouts, “I’ll bet you a bag of red vines she falls off your shoulders before you get to the RV!”

“You’re on, punk!” Clint flips him the bird over his shoulder and takes off.

A moment later you hear a triumphant cheer and Clint shouts, “We’re the winners!” Which is immediately followed by a shriek from Nat. Then, “She did NOT fall! I did!”

Bucky snorts a laugh and smacks your ass as he trots ahead.

“Stevie? Did you and Bucky get a lot of work done?”

“We sure did, sweetheart. Did you have fun with Clint and Nat?”

“It was okay. But Clint was right, we should have gone to a bar instead.”

“Over the years, I’ve learned to always trust Clint and Nat when it comes to recreational activities. Bucky and I have superpowers because of the super soldier serum. For Clint and Nat, partying is their superpower. They can find a good time like those dogs in the airports find drugs. Actually, finding drugs is another one of their superpowers.”

The RV is just ahead, and Clint and Nat are sitting on the dashboard talking to Scott, and passing a joint around. Bucky is outside, leaning against the brick wall.

Steve hoists you off his shoulders and deposits you gently on the ground. Bucky grabs the front of Steve’s t-shirt and yanks him over for a kiss. Bucky’s arms go around Steve’s neck, while Steve’s big hands go to Bucky’s waist. Their bodies press together from chest to thigh, Steve’s hands squeezing Bucky’s hips, his chunky rings sparkling in the light from the convenience store across the street.

“You taste like apples,” Bucky hums. He slides a hand over Steve’s cock and makes a pleased noise when he finds him hard and straining against his zipper. “Wonder what else you taste like,” he says, sinking to his knees on the pavement between Steve and the wall.

He gets his mouth around Steve’s cock as soon as he frees it from his pants. Steve rumbles ‘Oh fuuuuck,” and props his arm against the wall so he can rest his forehead against it.

Bucky licks and sucks at the tip of Steve’s cock. He grabs Steve’s hefty PA piercing between his teeth and tugs at it before swirling his tongue around the head. Little kitten licks to the underside of the glans where the steel ring of his piercing intersects his skin, makes Steve groan loudly, and his hips jump forward. Bucky hums around the jewelry and Steve lets out a strangled noise of pleasure.

Watching Bucky noisily and enthusiastically work over Steve’s cock has you wet and squeezing your thighs together, but when Bucky slides his mouth from the tip all the way to the base in one smooth movement like he’s trying to suck Steve’s soul out through his dick, and Steve’s knees buckle, you can’t help the groan that escapes your mouth. Steve turns his face towards you, a grin curling over his lips. He slips a big hand around your throat and drags you to his mouth for a kiss.

Humming against your lips, Steve asks, “You like watching me get my dick sucked, pretty girl?” You nod. “Bet you’re wet right now. Bet your panties are fucking drenched.”

“‘M not wearing any,” you whisper against his lips.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut for us, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He snakes a hand down the front of your shorts and swipes two fingers through your folds, hissing when he finds you soaked. He drives his fingers into your pussy, and catches your mewl with his tongue when he devours your mouth in a kiss.

Bucky’s using one hand to jerk Steve’s cock when he has to come up for air, but the metal one is wrapped around your leg, slowly stroking the inside of your thigh, keeping you close to them and occasionally slipping up the leg of your shorts to slide around your wet pussy. His cool digits circle your opening as Steve’s fingers work you over hard. Steve’s rings grind against your clit with every pump into your sopping cunt. Your whole body is hot, except for all the places Bucky’s vibranium touches. The heavy limb drags cool trails up and down your thigh, while his fingertips continually dance in and out of your shorts.

“Well, well, well look at what I found,” a rough voice interrupts from the mouth of the alley. “Must be my lucky night. Hello, sugar.”

All three of you turn to see the speaker, who you instantly recognize as the asshole from the bowling alley. “Not this dipshit,” you groan quietly. Then louder, “Rumlow, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he grins, “but a sweet little piece of ass like yourself can call me by my first name. It’s Brock.”

Steve immediately tenses, and you put a hand on his arm to stop him from doing anything extreme. Bucky just snorts a laugh and tucks Steve back into his pants. You already know this isn’t going to end well for this dickhead. “Okay, Brock. I’m doing you a huge favor right now, and telling you to mind your own business, and get the fuck out of here.”

“A favor? That’s awful nice of you, sugar.” He palms his dick over his jeans, and unwisely digs his grave a little deeper with the gesture, “How ‘bout I do you a huge favor and take you home with me? I can take better care of you than either of these faggots.”

Okay, so he was digging that grave a lot deeper.

Bucky’s on his feet now. “The fuck did you just call us?”

“I said,” Brock takes a step toward them, “I’m gonna take this pretty little cunt home with me, and give her a real dick to ride, because neither of you faggots can take care of this little bitch’s pussy like I fuckin’ can.”

Steve chuckles darkly, and Bucky nods. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. I just wanted to make sure.”

He and Steve are on the guy so fast you’d almost believe they teleported the twelve feet that separated them. Steve’s fist makes contact with Rumlow’s cheek, snapping his head back hard. As soon as Brock recovers, he takes a swing at Bucky—a surprisingly disciplined swing for a drunk ass dipshit, but one Bucky could dodge in his sleep—and meets Steve’s fist again. The blow knocks him off his feet and back into Bucky’s solid chest. Bucky gets his vibranium hand under the guy’s arm before he can fall and pulls him upright just in time for Steve’s fist to make contact with his stomach, driving the breath out of him with an audible woof.

Rumlow tries to hit Steve with a haymaker, but Steve easily side steps his fist, Bucky uses the opening to hit him with a right cross, knocking Rumlow to the ground. Your mind flashes back to the poor server from earlier, how much she must have put up with because of this douchebag. You pull your butterfly knife out of your boot, flip it open, and straddle Rumlow’s back. He’s still struggling to breathe, and he makes a high-pitched whining noise when you plop down on him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you wrench his head up and press the blade under his jaw.

Rumlow wheezes, and spits a mouthful of blood on the ground in front of him. There’s at least two teeth in the crimson puddle. “Quit movin’ before you make me slip, asshole,” you growl. You press the knife edge against him until he hisses, and a thin red rivulet spills down his Adam’s apple. It matches the red oozing from the lacerations on his cheek where Steve’s rings cut him.

“Shit, darling, chill,” he says, trying to placate you.

Bucky smacks his cheek and growls, “Stop fucking talking to her if you know what’s good for you.”

Steve casually squats in front of Brock with his hands hanging from his knees, knuckles red and raw and splattered with blood from Rumlow’s face. Bucky gets on his hands and knees on the pavement in front of the bleeding man.

“We’re out here minding our own goddamned business,” Bucky muses. “Meanwhile you wander along and decide to insult us and our girl.”

Rumlow doesn’t respond, just breathes heavily through a nose that whistles like it’s broken.

“Tell me something, asshole,” a malicious grin curls over Bucky’s lips, “You ever seen a faggot’s cock up close and personal?”

His throat bobs against your blade when he swallows. He shakes his head, wincing when you tighten your grip on his hair.

“Well, Brock, do you want to?” Bucky goes up to his knees, and his hand goes to the fly of his jeans.

“No,” Rumlow answers quickly, then whimpers, “please don’t.”

Bucky and Steve both bounce to their feet, and you stand, situating yourself between the two of them, their arms going around you protectively. “Then I strongly suggest,” Bucky says in a flat voice, “you get the fuck out of here before we give you an extra close look at two of them.”

He scrambles to his feet and takes off down the road without looking back.

“Christ, princess,” Bucky cups your face in his hands, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you soothe, “I’m sorry I got involved, but he was at the bowling alley earlier, groping the poor servers, who were just trying to do their jobs. I just-I really wanted to scare him.”

“I think it’s safe to say you did, sweetheart. You were a badass,” Steve hugs you from behind. “Man, what he said to you... I just snapped,” he says anxiously, spinning you around to face him. Worry creasing his brow. “I don’t like bullies, and what he said to us was bad enough, but I won’t have anyone talking to you like that. I can’t. Not you, I’m sorry, I fucking can’t,” he stammers.

Bucky’s arms wrap around your waist. His voice is like honey, rich and sweet and soothing, when he purrs in your ear, “Stevie’s trying to tell you we wanna keep you safe because we love you.”

“What?” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

Steve huffs out a relieved breath. “Yeah. We love you. And we can’t let anything happen to you.” His eyes are full of worry when he wraps you in a hug, filling in all the space on your body that Bucky doesn’t occupy. Once you’re perfectly wrapped up in super soldier, Steve whispers into your hair, “We love you.”

A well of joy builds in your chest and bursts like a dam, it has to go somewhere, so you giggle. “Guys,” you squirm so they’ll give you some room to breathe. When they loosen their grip you chirp, “I love you too!”

Steve’s smile is incandescent, “Really, doll?”

“Yeah. Really,” you grin. “I love you both.”

Steve picks you up in a bear hug and kisses you like he’s worshiping you. When Steve is done kissing you, Bucky comes up beside Steve to kiss you too, and you push yourself into his arms, bridal style.

Bucky rests his forehead against yours, “Kitten, I just have to say. Watching you pull a knife on that shitbag was so fucking sexy.” He grinds his cock against your hip so you can feel just how sexy he thought it was. “You feel that? ‘M so fucking hard it hurts. You did that to me, pretty girl,” he groans.

Clint’s head pokes out of the RV’s door. “Hey, I won the bet, you guys have to pay me my red vines. Bucky, can I have your red vines?”

Nat’s head pops out too. “Are you going to be ready to go soon? We wanna find strippers,” she whines.

“Dudes, read the fucking room,” Steve squeezes the bridge of his nose.

Sounding confused, Clint replies, “But, Steve, you’re outside. There is no room…?”

Bucky growls, “Nat. Clint. If you don’t want to watch us fuck, I suggest you get back on the bus. Now.”

Natasha retreats hastily, while Clint winks at Steve and blows him a kiss before Nat grabs him by the back of the neck and hauls him back inside.

Bucky plops you down on the ground with a wolfish grin, and smacks your ass. “Shorts off, legs spread. Up against the wall, kitten. You have until I get my cock out, or I tear them off you. So you better move fast.” Thankfully, he’s wearing a belt, which gives you the tiniest bit of extra time, so you hastily pull one side of your shorts off over your boot. You love these shorts, and Bucky won’t hesitate to shred them to get at your cunt.

He’s on you before you get the other leg off, they’re still wrapped around one ankle when Bucky shoves you against the RV and pushes his cock into you hard enough that your feet leave the ground. His metal hand is planted between your shoulder blades holding you against the RV, while his other hand grips your thigh tight, hiking your leg up and spreading you open so he can dick you down hard. You know you’ll be sporting hand-shaped sore spots in both places later, and you’ll spend hours pressing your fingers into the bruises while they heal.

Bucky noses against your neck while he ruts into you, his teeth nipping and biting along the column of your throat. A particularly brutal thrust has you groaning his name. He huffs a laugh against the shell of your ear. “Such a slut for this cock, aren’t you?” All you can do is nod and whine for for him to fuck you harder.

Suddenly his body is heavy against yours, his movement stilled by Steve’s hand on his lower back. Steve hawks a wad of spit into his palm and slicks the hand over his dick. He thumbs the head of his cock into Bucky’s hole and grinds into him until he bottoms out.

Bucky grunts, “Fuck” when Steve’s hips press against his ass, at the same time your pussy flutters around him, spilling slick over his cock and balls.

Steve leans against Bucky, a smile on his lips when he parrots Bucky's words back at him, “Fuck, you're such a slut for this cock. Hmm?”

Bucky groans, “Fuck, I am, Stevie. Love your cock,” when he pushes back against him, working Steve's dick deeper into his guts.

“Well you better fuckin’ hold onto somethin’ then,” Steve rumbles before he pulls back and slams into Bucky.

Bucky braces a forearm above him, and wraps his other arm around you to keep you from being squished between the RV and the weight of two super soldiers. Steve’s fucking him at a punishing pace, and each slap of his hips drives Bucky’s cock into you. It lights a fire in your belly, which only burns hotter when Bucky’s fingers find your clit. A few quick circles around the little nub has your cunt squeezing his cock when you come with a wail.

“Oh fuck,” groans Steve. “Sound so pretty when you come, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Buck.”

You’re sensitive, overstimulated, but Bucky is relentless, and he knows your body almost as well as you do. So you barely have time to catch your breath after your first orgasm before a second one rips through you. It bows your back and buckles your knees, and if it weren’t for Bucky’s strong arm around you, you would have definitely hit the pavement.

Steve’s rhythm stutters, and he comes with a breathless fuckfuckfuck.

Bucky spins you around and pushes you onto your knees. “Open,” he barks at you, jacking his cock hard and fast. As soon as your chin falls open the first splash of come hits your cheek. The rest ends up on your tongue or dripping down your chin.

“Hold it,” he tells you, swiping a thumb through the come on your cheek. He smears it over your lips like chapstick, and slips his thumb into your mouth. “Wider, kitten,” he tugs on your chin. He hawks a wad of spit onto your tongue to mingle with the milky puddle of come. “You're mine. Don't forget it. MIne."

“Mine,” Steve says possessively. Then he leans in and drops a string of spit into your open mouth too.

Bucky’s thumb withdraws, and he pops it into his mouth to suck it clean. “Look at our perfect little slut, Stevie.”

“Fucking love our dirty girl,” Steve smirks, and Bucky hums his agreement.

“Swallow that, and get your tight little ass into the bunk, because I’m not done with you yet. You're gonna be sore tomorrow, princess,” Bucky’s voice is low and gravelly.

Steve helps you up and you bend to put your shorts back on. “No. You heard him. Bunk. Now,” Steve growls.

“But, my-”

“Your shorts?” Bucky chuckles. “You’re half naked? Well I guess you better run then.” He swats you in the ass as you dart up the RV steps and make a b-line to your bunk and dive in, but not before Clint and Nat whoop at your bare ass.

Bucky stomps up the RV steps and grumbles, “Alright. We gotta go, just in case Rumlow called the cops on us.”

“Oh, so NOW we’re in a hurry all of a sudden,” Nat complains.