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GUYS HOLY SHIT I JUST FINISHED MY FIRST DRAFT!!!!!!!!!!
taglist: @little-mouse-gardens , @wildswrites , @cheeto-flavoured-pasta , @fleurtygurl and @joswriting
#i did not expect to finish my 1st draft sitting on the floor of some random building's atrium#but here tf we are#i'm still not ok. hold on.#i'm SCREAMING#THEO WHYYYYY#i still have to put it into the word doc bc i wrote it on paper and i'll update you on the final stats later#nope wait still screaming#OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED IT#Seth has existed in my brain for 10 years and she FINALLY got the story she deserves#writeblr#writing#reblog#my wips#devourer of souls wip#finished the 1st draft!!!!! hell yeah!!!!
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relistening to s3 on a picnic blanket in the middle of a picturesque park is such an interesting vibe tbh
#me: screaming and crying over âiâm glad iâm not like youâ followed by âi will not let you drownâ#the bird in the tree 4 feet away: âhey man hows it goingâ#got some john doodles too canât wait to finish em up and post em yipppeee#i also havenât been to that park in 6+ years. So such an awesome place#last time this place saw me#i was a little âgirlâ who was still innocent for the most part#Hahahahahha NOPE#touching grass and being in fresh air gives me the craziest burst of creativity frfr#i mustâve spent like an hour and a half just drawing and going insane over malevolent oops#malevolent#malevolent podcast#lee speaks#malevolent s3
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The universe is actively working against me doing laundry at this point
#student living#Tag talk#was behind on laundry cus my brain is a traitor finally go to do laundry only for my laundry card to have disappeared#staff werent in when i went to residence office on thursday email them on friday when theyre still not there#get a reply that i have to wait until monday. STILL not in office on monday so email the staffs personal email she says she'll leave a#spare in reception on tuesday go there on tuesday theres no card and still the offices are deserted#we had room/flat inspections today and i happened to be in the kitchen while she was doing it so i asked her about the card#she says she forgot and she'll bring it to me after she's finished my block which she does bless#BUT! we only have 2 of each machine and one dryer was occupied when i went to switch which is fine EXCEPT#go to turn the machine on and it start spinning only to stop when the door pops open push the laundry away from the door try again#nope. latch is broken. other machine is still near the beginning of its cycle#go to log a maintenance request while i wait and the damn site wont work im gonna scream
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I was expecting so much more from Again My Life considering lee jungi was its main character but it was such a let down...
#like. what even was that show#it wanted to be a drama mistery political law/justic AND fantacy and it didnt manage to deliver even one of those properly#the fantasy element was a joke. and it didn't have any impact after the first... what? 3 episodes?#I kept waiting for the girl to almost die and hiu to save her. bc she mustve somehow died at cho taesob's hand in the past life#but nope#and then the main plot was a fucking mess#too many names (people and companies) kept popping up and then going away#and i can get past all of that#but what I couldn't stand about this show was how fucking stupid the laws and the power dynamics were#we never see anyone actually DO any work. they just make phonecalls and things just... happen#hiu needs something. he calls someone. and now suddenly he has all the info and proof in a folder.#where did u get that? how did u confirm the legitimacy?#cho taesob is the dumbest villain ive ever seen in a kdrama. 1 he was miscasted. that guy looked like the sweetest grandpa.#his evil laugh was... laughable#and his whole thing with being the most power man in korea was just not believable. period.#from begining to end he didn't actually gain or lose any power. he had the same (insane) amount the whole time#and he was always at his home office chillin. like...#like if his power came from having dirt on every person in power/law postition why was he surprised when their dirts were revealed???#and why did he still hold power over them when their secrets where already out?#it just made no sense that he could just give any official position to anyone.#i havent even scartched the surface#there are so many loose ends and plot holes in this show I could do a 2 hour video essay on it#and im sorry hiu was the least charismatic character lee jungi has ever played and it wasnt his fault. hes played detective and lawyer befo#he wasn't new to the genre and role. the writing and directing of that drama was a complete waste of his talent#and the killer guy.. bro... both hui and the other posecuter he almost killed saw his face and they made zero effort to find him?#didn't he like explicitly say he's working for cho? why didn't that it kid who was there not film what was happening??#anyway <3#im watching samdalri now... my expectations are on the floor#i simply cannot be let down.#niki screaming into the void
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â summary: internet sleuths find out that lando norris has been flirting with and potentially dating a relatively unknown singer
â pairing: lando norris x singer!reader
â fc & warnings: zinadelphia & slightly suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume
â requested: nope!
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f1gossip: itâs been brought to our attention by an anonymous user that our lando norris has been caught seemingly flirting in the comment sections (for at least the past 24 weeks based off the time stamps) with a small american artist, y/n y/l/n. heâs the only driver that follows her and has been consistently in her comment section hyping her up and calling her things like âgorgeousâ, âtalentedâ and âpretty.â what do you all make of this?
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user1: oh my god lando????
user14: iâve never once heard of this girl?
user2: how did we not know about this for the past 24 weeks guys wtf
user4: no like seriouslyâŠ. seems like something we should have known already
user3: wait her music is really good tho đ„č
user7: her song mirrorball??? the girl has some vocals wow
user4: just looked her up and sheâs beautiful⊠i see what heâs seeing
yourbff: screaming my head off at this
user1: and who are you??? do you know y/n??
f1gossip: check your dms yourbff
user5: sheâs using him for fame!
user4: considering we all just found out about herâŠ. imma go ahead and say no sheâs not
user6: now how do i make this about me đââïž
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user1: ooooo orange or papaya ???
yourbff: girl you fueling the flames with this post đđ
ynuser: HAHA i know⊠i got 24k new followers in the past 2 days since you sent me that post by f1gossip and figured id have some fun with it since thereâs no hiding now
yourbff: who knew meeting that guy randomly in europe 6 months ago was going to turn out like this
ynuser: certainly not me girl. remember when i thought he was some weirdo who was just trying to hit on me in the bar??
yourbff: bc he had no rizz but max and p really swooped in and saved him and now look at you đ„č
ynuser: my perfect little no rizz baby boy đ„č love of my life đ€
landonorris: itâs papaya baby
ynuser: i couldnât be too obvious now could i?
landonorris: nah go on then be obvious
ynuser: oh you want me to post you?
landonorris: yeah specifically that one pic you took of us in the mirror last night
ynuser: LANDO that is for OUR eyes only
landonorris: right yes
landonorris: i still think you should post me
ynuser: i donât know if i want to burst our little bubble yet
landonorris: fair enough baby. you just tell me when! iâve got paddock passes, pictures, plane tickets â everything lined up for when youâre ready
ynuser: đ„čđ vegas? we go on our little vacation after im done my tour and youâre done in brazil and then pop the bubble?
landonorris: sounds great to me gorgeous but seriously no pressure
user2: my delusions are working over time
maxfewtrell: iâm trying so hard to defend your privacy and this is what you post
ynuser: whatâs wrong with the color orange?
maxfewtrell: y/n
user3: ainât ever seen you and lando in the same room but i somehow know yall doing it
user4: youâre so pretty and your outfits eat so hard wtf đ
user9: praying this is a new song lyric idk who these new fans are talking about lando this lando that âŠ. i need a new song
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ynuser: babyâs first headlining tour was a success! thank you to everyone who came out and sang along with me every night. i love you all dearly đ€ and for all the newbies here, welcome đ«¶đ»
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user1: oh sheâs so cute
user2: starting a y/n fan club rn yall
yourbff: you are making those dreams come true bb girl
ynuser: trying to đ„č
yoursibling: cutie patootie i love you
ynuser: i love you more
user23: the peoples most beautiful princess đ€
user9: who are all you new people here
user2: lando norris fans. who are you?
user9: a y/n y/l/n fan. who is lando norris?
user2: a formula 1 driver!
user9: race cars?? i did not expect thatâŠ
user8: taking note of lando and max in the likes
user4: also taking note of their lack of a commentâŠ. lando has commented on every single one of her posts before the f1gossip post dropped
user16: i was there last night!!! best show ever!!! love you y/n
user19: iâm obsessed with those cherry earrings
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landonorris: a much needed break. vegas here we come baby
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user1: i donât know where to look ,, at the wh*re in the first pic or the soft launch in the second my god đźâđšđđđđ
user9: ok user2⊠i get it now. also iâve seen those white shoes in y/nâs posts before itâs def her
user2: omg youâre an icon for this
ynuser: dmn yâall really can identify me by my shoes?
user9: YN WHAT ARE YOU SOING HERE IM SORRY
user2: y/nlando confirmed
maxfewtrell: interesting choice of photos mate
landonorris: thanks! picked them myself
maxfewtrell: yeah clearly
pietra.pilao: đ€
landonorris: đ§Ą
user2: iâm speechless
user55: hey lando idk if u heard but thereâs a lookalike contest happening in my room tonight. $59 cash prize
oscarpiastri: those arenât maxâs legs đ
landonorris: youâd be correct
user12: this is monumental
user18: my favorite sinister, evil and orange little gremlin
user14: youâre gonna cook in vegas king
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yourbff: this dress is eating in a way i didnât think it would. iâm sorry for doubting you
ynuser: never doubt me đ€
lilyzneimer: had so much fun meeting you at dinner this evening!!! looking forward to spending the weekend with you at mclaren đ«¶đ»
ynuser: omg it was so fun getting dinner with you and oscar!! iâm so so so glad to have you as a buddy in the paddock. i was super nervous about it all
lilyzneimer: it can be very overwhelming at times but weâve got you y/n!!
ynuser: that means so much to me đ„č
user9: mother is mothering ⊠in vegas?????
user12: are you in vegas per chance?! for the formula 1 grand prix?! for lando norris?!
user2: i fr need style tips and grwmâs from you y/n. every time you post an outfit it moves me
landonorris: in my hotel room đ
ynuser: you got it âđ» now hurry up and get back here
landonorris: trust me im hurrying
user8: i need someone to get you on a magazine cover stat
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f1gossip: confirmed! y/n y/l/n, singer songwriter, is in las vegas with lando norris for the las vegas gp. this seems to be their first official weekend out together
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user2: as someone who has been deeply invested since the beginning (3 weeks ago).. this is everything
user9: my girl đ„č
user10: i truly wonder how in the world they even met⊠theyâre such an interesting pair
user18: mclaren admin please ask him this weekend
user13: that should be me đ
user24: ok wait guys im at the gp and y/n was walking through the paddock with lily and we waved her down because we had made some lando merch and she was honestly so sweet and stopped and took photos with us and chatted for way longer than she needed to. i truly hope she never changes sheâs an angel
user21: this is so wholesome
user23: i fear sheâs on track to become the peopleâs paddock princess in record time
user18: i have no one to send this to who will get it
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mclaren: this weekends most requested interview just dropped! make sure to check out the full thing over on the mclaren app đ
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user18: mclaren admin is a y/nlando girly confirmed
maxfewtrell: heâs leaving out the bit where i had to save him from completely bombing
landonorris: đ youâre not gonna let me live that down huh
ynuser: idk what would have happened if max didnât come over and stop you from explaining why you hate fish so passionately
landonorris: babe please not on the public instagram
user2: lando norizz strikes again
landonorris: love when i get asked good questions like this!
user4: king said if one more person asks me abt wdc im gonna lose it. ask me abt y/n instead
user9: this is making it incredibly hard to gatekeep y/n
ynuser: thatâs my man đââïž
landonorris: damn right it is
user13: the mutual do you know who i am is lowkey so funny
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landonorris: thanks for being nice to me this time vegas!! oh and thanks for coming y/n đđ
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user12: iâm so proud of you lando
user9: wahooooo first race i watched and you won. i think me and y/n are good luck for you
mclaren: incredible drive lando! thatâs our winner!!
ynuser: something about seeing you on that podium đźâđš
landonorris: oh you like that?
ynuser: yes đ€
landonorris: alright podium finishes only from now on đ
user19: oh you two are freaks i just know it
ln4: LFGGGGG
user13: congrats on the win and the hot gf đ
carlossainz55: congrats lando!! and hi y/n!
ynuser: hi carlos đ€
maxfewtrell: much better post mate
landonorris: why thank you. i worked hard on this one
user2: a win and a hard launch = double win for me
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Sometimes I sit back and think about how almost all of the most insane and unhinged stuff about Buddie is stuff that, before getting into 9-1-1, I thought was fanon.
I started watching at the end of s6 and binged watched s1-s6 and I thought I was getting into another show where two guys stand near each other and the fandom ran with it and instead I got Buddie. I was sitting there watching being like.. wait this is all in the actual show? I thought it was all fan created stuff.
-> Eddie's introduction being set to "Whatta Man"? I thought that was a fan edit. -> Buck getting bashful after Eddie says "You can have my back any day" felt like something you'd see in fanon until you watch it ant realize it's canon. -> The entire Christmas elf scene -> Eddie holding Buck's hand while Buck is trapped under the ladder truck -> "There's no one in the world I trust with my son more than you" with Ed Sheeran playing over it??? CANON???? -> "Wanna go for the title" -> Buck digging at the earth like he could get to Eddie through 40 feet of mud is canon???? -> Eddie seeing flashes of Chris and Buck while he was buried under ground was canon and not an edit (this one blew my mind I'm not gonna lie to you). -> Chris ran to BUCK when he was mad Eddie was dating someone. -> The whole "construction on sunset" scene being that domestic blew my mind too. What do you mean that was actually in the show. -> The entire shooting scene? I genuinely can't believe we got that one shot of them just staring at each other in slow motion -> "Just say with me" -> THE WILL??? I truly thought that was fanon until I watched it with my own two eyes. -> Buck and Chris spending time together without Eddie (Eddie's line about Buck taking Chris to the zoo all the time in s5 I was like.. I've read this fic before) -> Buck canonically worrying about Eddie's health and mental health in s5? How is that canon and not fanon? -> Chris calling Buck during Eddie's breakdown truly blew my mind. That was in canon. When Chris was scared and worried about his dad he called Buck! -> THE LOVE HEART BUCK DREW?? THAT WAS CANON?!? -> The small moments we get of them (both together and with Chris) that just have a different vibe than when they're hanging out with other characters. Again I thought that was fanon and it turns out, nope it's just canon. -> Eddie running up the ladder without a safety line to get to Buck (screaming Buck's name) when Buck was struck by lightening. -> EDDIE CALLED BUCK COWBOY! THAT HAPPENED IN CANON TOO?! -> Eddie yelling "DO MORE" when the get Buck to the hospital after the lightening. -> Poker night? The same episode when all the canon couples were on dates Buck and Eddie actually got dressed up and Eddie took Buck to a secret poker game? IN CANON! That isn't fanon either??!? -> Buck's entire "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie" moment in 704. He was about to be kissed by another man and he said Eddie's name, what? 7 times? -> Buck being SO nervous about telling Eddie about his date with Tommy. Like just freaking out for an entire episode. -> THE BACHELOR PARTY?!? Those two being in cahoots is another thing that I thought was fanon at first and then you get moments like that and you're reminded it's canon. -> Buck being who Eddie turns to when he needs parenting support because he sees Buck as a co-parent of some sort. I still can't believe that's canon. Like in the text of the show Eddie has turned to Buck for parenting support multiple times. -> Buck being there when Chris left with his hand on Eddie's shoulder. Again, so insane that it's canon.
Anyway, this list is in no way comprehensive since there's a lot of other stuff in canon that I thought was fanon, but my god the list is already so long I don't think I need to add more. I didn't even touch on the casual touches and the way they're almost always looking at or for each other when they're in scenes together.
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angelic alteration
om brothers x reader
wc : 1.k
warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based
synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc
a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it
âMcâŠIâm afraid we have bad news.â
You sighed into the receiver, âYeah? You guys canât reverse the magic, can you?â
âNope!â Solomon chirped cheerfully, âDiavolo and Michaelâs magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. Youâll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, orâŠâ
âOrâŠwhat?â
âWell, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?â
âCorrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.â
â
âI can feel the magic trying to stop meâŠhow. stupidly. annoying.â Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.Â
Heâd be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.Â
Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. âLu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!âÂ
He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, âHow dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!â Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.Â
And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stopâ you made his sin flood his entire body every time.Â
An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Luciferâs sheer prowess.Â
He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.Â
âIâm going to ruin you, do you hear me? Youâre not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoonâŠIâm keeping you until Iâve had my fill.â
â
The sight of Mammonâs blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sightâ the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.Â
But you wanted his horns to hold onto. âJust like that, MamsâŠdoing so well, pretty boy.â Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.Â
He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.Â
The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, âMmph- like this? âM I doing good, Mc?âÂ
âY-yeah, baby, fuckâ so goodâŠâ you carded your fingers through Mammonâs hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.Â
And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. âNo, no, no! Mc, please, come backâ wasnât done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!âÂ
The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.Â
His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wantedâ and he wanted to make you cum.Â
âJusâ let me, please let me make you cumâ you taste so good, Mc, I donât wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!âÂ
â
A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.Â
With his new attitude, heâd been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.Â
âAwwâŠlook at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasnât this what you meant about strengthening connections?âÂ
Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasnât clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.
âHow am I gonna know Iâm doing good if you donât tell me, âvi? Câmon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?âÂ
It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.Â
âNo! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking meâ donât stop, donât stop, donât stop!â Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.Â
You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, âGood boy, Leviathan..âÂ
â
âFuck!â Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.Â
âOh, look at youâŠâ the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most heâd been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.
Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.Â
âCome on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.â You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.Â
A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. âMc, move! Please!âÂ
Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.Â
âThatâs itâ câmon-!â You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.Â
âYou know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesnât it? Yeah? Cause Iâm not stopping. âM not stopping until I physically canât fuck you anymoreâ fuck, I needed you.âÂ
â
Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmoâs bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.Â
âW-wait! You d-donât have toâ oh!âÂ
âShh, AzzyâŠâm just taking care of you. You were so hard and achingâŠcould see it even though you tried to hide under the water.âÂ
The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangleâs magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.Â
âYes, Mc, like thatâ donât stop, just like that, just like that!â Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.Â
You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, âYeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little AzzyâŠcome on, cum.âÂ
The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didnât stop jerking him off.Â
âK-keep going, donât stop! Wanna cum for you again ân again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!â
â
âH-haaahâŠah! M-McâŠwhatâre you..o-oh..doing?âÂ
âYou said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, soâŠâ you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, âIâm just..enjoying my mealâŠâÂ
Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.Â
The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter youâ in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.Â
He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, butâŠthatâs just not who he was anymore.Â
âCâmon, BeelieâŠwant you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have itâŠâÂ
A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.Â
The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.Â
Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.Â
âThank youâŠyou always make me feel so good, McâŠbut..now âm hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.âÂ
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âA-are you sureâŠthis is o-okay?â Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.Â
Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, âyeah, âs okayâ feels good, doesnât it? Youâre doing so good, BelâŠâÂ
The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didnât think he ever wanted to stop.Â
Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldnât be doing thisâ that voice wasnât even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!Â
As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.Â
âPlease, BelâŠknow you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck meâ please, please, please! Donât wanâ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!âÂ
Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.Â
The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.Â
âYeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldnât even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, youâre such a slut for me.â
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Pining Zoro and blind-to-it Reader?
un-certainly
opla!zoro; 3,422 words; fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, straw hat!reader, fem!reader, (seeminlgy) clueless!reader, lots of pining, banter, teasing, smitten!zoro, the whole nine yards
summary: in which everyone knows zoro's got it bad for you, except for you, of course.
one.
âso⊠i should just⊠talk to her.â zoro says uncomprehendingly, blinking at an exasperated nami, who has to take a long, steadying breath to keep from shoving him overboard. the waves beneath them are calm, the day above them, a gorgeous, endless stretch of blue so brilliant it almost pains the eyes to stare.
nami resists the urge to pinch her nose bridge as a dull ringing starts to echo in her ears.
âyes. sweet god â just go up to her and say âhey, i think i might like youâ and i guarantee you, things will go from there.â
zoro shifts his tightly knitted arms, squinting at her as if she might be lying or purposefully luring him into a trap, âgo? so thereâs a chance it could go badly.â
this time, nami really does drop her face into her hands, groaning loudly.
âwell thereâs always a chance it could go badly ââ
âsounds like a bad idea to me.â zoro looks away, eyes still narrowed as the light sea breeze ruffles his hair, a colony of news coo squawking loudly overhead, one of them dropping down to careen towards the going merry, landing on the thick white railings next to them, ruffling itâs feathers as nami pushes off to dig in her pocket for some berry.
âoh! newspapers here!â your voice makes both zoro and nami jump, and a second later youâre bounding up the stairs to the forecastle deck and stuffing some berry into the news cooâs bag. your arm brushes by zoroâs as you lean over to offer the news coo a piece of dried shrimp, which it considers for a second before leaning forward and gobbling up.
nami gives zoro a soft shove from his other side, leveling him with a meaningful look before turning and making a show of going to check on her tangerine grove.
zoro doesnât have time to glare before the news coo takes off with a pat-pat-pat of wings, leaving you and him very much alone on the sunny fore-deck. he purses his lips, casting about for something to say even as you hum happily to yourself, your arm still painfully close to his as you unroll the newspaper and flip though, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil of the man standing next to you.
âuh â anything interesting?â zoro asks, desperate for something, anything to fill the silence.
you shrug, ânope⊠just the usual â uptick in piracy along the coast, tightening of marine patrolsâŠâ you turn and cast him a grin that makes his stomach twist inside him like a contortionist from buggyâs freakshow.
zoro clears his throat, thumbing absently at the hilt of his swords before taking a deep breath.
âhey â uhâŠâ
âhm?â you turn towards him, with your wide attentive eyes and your stomach-curling smile.
zoro blinks, his gaze flickering from your soft button nose to the way the wind twines its fingers in the loose strands of your hair. two twin pearls glitter from the lobes of your ears and he feels the tension melt from him as he sucks in another breath.
just say it, nami had said, just tell her.
really, how hard could it be?
âi uh â thereâs something i wanna talk ââ
âwait, hold still,â you say, your eyes going wide as you lean forward suddenly and zoroâs visions tunnels in around him â youâre close, closer, too close/too close/too close!
your fingers card through his hair and he has to bite back the shiver that rockets down his spine as you pull your hand back with a black-tipped feather.
âthe news coo left you a present,â you say, laughing as you offer him the feather.
zoro considers it for a second before taking it from you.
âit couldâve left worse,â he says, recalling the few times that heâd gotten bird shit in his hair.
you giggle; the sound makes him want to scream but instead, he settles for clearing his throat again.
ânow, you make a wish,â you say, nodding towards the feather in his hand.
ânever heard of that before,â he frowns slightly, âthought you could only wish on dandelion seeds andâŠâ he waves at the endless stretch of sky above you, âshooting stars and stuff.â
your smile is so wide that zoro thinks his cheeks might start to hurt for you.
âhavenât you heard that rules are meant to be broken?â you ask, offering him the feather again. he looks at you, then at the feather, and the back at you.
âokay â i wish ââ
you squawk flapping your hand, âno! you canât tell me what the wish is! otherwise, it wonât come true!â
zoro smirks, cocking an eyebrow, âi thought rules were meant to be broken?â
you blush the most darling shade of red and he decides to take it easy on you (and, honestly, himself). so, he plucks the feather from your hand and closes his eyes, making a soft, silent wish. a wish that, in truth, heâd been making since the moment he met you.
when he opens his eyes, itâs to find you staring.
âkay. now what?â he asks, rolling the feather between his thumb and forefinger.
ânowâŠâ you gently tug the feather from him before opening your palm and letting the wind whisk it away, âyou let the sea take your wish. and if youâre worthy, itâll grant the wish for you!â
zoro lets out a breathy laugh, âif iâm worthy? and howâs it supposed to know that?â
you lean in, and if it were anyone else, he mightâve been annoyed, but with you, somehow, he finds himself charmed.
your voice is conspiratorial as you whisper, âbecause⊠the ocean knows all the secrets the sky canât keep.â
two.
at dinner, with you by his side, usopp detailing some imaginary adventure, nami laughing, sanji blowing smoke rings towards the middle of the fire-lit deck. your cheeks are pink from the wine everyone is passing around and for a second, you bump into him and turn â he turns towards you too â
your eyes catch like unsuspecting fish to a bobbing hook and zoro feels his stomach tug as you grin up at him, the night sky caught in the flutter of your lashes.
he canât help the way his gaze flicks down to your lips, and then back up again.
âfeel like sharing?â you ask, nodding towards his half-finished bottle.
wordlessly, he hands the bottle to you and watches as you bring the mouth to your lips and take a long drink. he tracks the soft bobbing of your moon-lit throat and feels his own mouth go dry at the sight.
across the fire, sanji watches with a growing smile and nami rolls her eyes.
âoi, moss-head â mind if i take a swig too?â sanji asks as you hand back the bottle, dragging the back of your hand across your lips, and zoro turns to pin sanji with a glare.
âget your own,â he says, before polishing off the rest with a few hard sips and tossing the bottle into a rapidly growing pile.
zoro licks his lips and tries not to think about the way your lips had fit around the bottle just right; he tries not to wonder if youâd taste like wine. or, if heâd even have the mind to think that far if you were to let him kiss you.
three.
â⊠and then, you pull it through⊠like this?â you slowly bring your arm through a swiping movement, your hands clutched around the hilt of a wooden training sword. zoro sighs, shaking his head.
âuh â not quite â here,â he pushes off from the barrel heâs sitting on to circle around behind you, wrapping one hand around both of yours, the other palm curling around your middle to press against your stomach, âyouâre breaking in your waist again â keep your core tight and ââ he helps you swing the sword through in a swift arc.
âoh.â
it takes him a second to realize how close you are, how he can feel your entire back pressed against his entire front, how perfectly you fit into his arms, how easy itâd be to hold you to him and never let go.
âso just⊠practice that a few hundred times,â he says, stumbling back as his cheeks go hot and he feels the inexplicable urge to toss himself into the calm, saltine waves below, if only to cool down just a bit.
âwill you practice with me?â you ask, your smile wider than the sky is wide â zoro is sure.
he blinks at you for a second before making a show of sighing and rolling his eyes.
âah⊠i guess i could use a bit of practice too.â
he pulls out the wadou ichimonji and takes his stance next to you.
âready?â he asks.
you nod, glancing over and adjusting your posture.
âokay, how many are we doing?â
zoro casts around for a number, âa thousand.â
âzoro!â
âfive⊠hundred?â
you cast him a look that makes his stomach flip inside him.
âhow about we start with a hundred, and then iâll see how i feel from there?â
zoro clicks his tongue, smirking, âi could do a hundred in my sleep.â
you make a show of rolling your eyes, âfine then â go take a nap!â
zoro huffs as he clears his throat, âright then â letâs start â one, two ââ
you squeak as you hurry to catch up, jumping as he reaches out a hand to correct your posture.
up on the foredeck, luffy watches with usopp by his side.
âhey! i wonder if zoro would teach me sword tricks if i asked!â
usopp sighs, clapping luffy on the back even as he shakes his head.
âuh â not that i think he wouldnât but ⊠maybe you should just⊠let them do their thing, yeah?â
four.
âi think you really should tell her,â luffy says, slapping zoro on the shoulder, a bit harder than heâd intended. zoro winces, pressing a palm to his chest â still sore from their recent raid.
âi donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
luffy laughs, leaning forward against the railing, ânami said youâd say that.â
zoro fights the urge to scowl as he sighs, his eyes narrowed at the damnably calm horizon. at least if the weather werenât so nice, he could make up an excuse to leave but â
âreally, whatâs the worse that could happen?â luffy asks.
zoro grunts, shooting luffy a sidelong look, âoh i donât know, she doesnât feel the same and shit gets awkward and ââ he waves a hand at the going merry, âthe crew falls apart.â
thankfully, luffy doesnât pause to call him out on for once not denying it.
instead, he lets out a contemplative hum, âhm⊠yeah, that could happen. but⊠i donât think it will.â
inside his chest, zoroâs heart clunks, strange and uncoordinated.
âwhy? she say something to you?â he canât keep the curiosity from his voice, the stomach-squeezing anticipation heâd only ever associated with the heat of battle and a really good fight. but now, he feels it whenever you get too close, and he wonders if he can go insane like this â if one day his heart might just give out.
ânope!â luffyâs voice is too bright, too cheerful, and zoro feels himself rolling his eyes before he can stop himself, âiâve just got a feeling!â
âa feeling.â
âyeah! and â have a little faith! the straw hat crew isnât that fragile.â
with that, and another hearty clap to the shoulder that leaves zoro hissing in pain, luffy clomps off towards the kitchens, where sanji is already doing dinner prep. zoro lets out another sigh as he straightens, carefully stretching his arms to test the range of motion.
above him, a flock of migratory geese fly southward in a soft, arrowhead formation. zoro holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he watches them pass overhead.
a single feather flutters down towards him and he finds himself reaching out to catch in the palm of his hand.
a wish, huh, he thinks, twirling the feather between two fingers before casting around to make sure no one else can see him. satisfied that everyone else is either too far away or below decks, zoro closes his eyes and makes a wish â
alright roronoa, please. donât fuck this up.
five.
âahem.â zoro clears his throat after dinner, making a point to down a couple more drinks than usual. heâs never been one to believe in liquid courage, but⊠it couldnât hurt, right?
âcan we, uh, talk?â
you smile a smile that threatens to crack his chest wide open, nodding.
âsure! whatâs up?â
across the room, sanji visibly stills but nami catches his eye and shakes her head ever so slightly.
âcâmon⊠not in here,â zoro says, jerking his head towards the hallway that leads to the decks above.
âwhatâs got you so secretive all of a sudden?â you ask as he leads you all the way up to the crows nest, reaching down to help tug you up, letting his hand linger in yours as you grin up at him.
âiâm allowed to have secrets,â he says, turning to stare out at the darkened sea, the summer moon hanging low and full-bellied over the glittering waters, the stars winking like so many all-seeing eyes.
âwe all are, but⊠i thought weâd gotten all your big ones after that one night the whiskey bar ââ
zoro coughs, âalright, alright â donât need to bring that up again.â
you laugh, leaning forward to pillow your cheek against your crossed arms, propped up along the edge of the crows nest.
âso? whatâs this new secret, then?â
zoro swallows, âuh â wouldnât exactly call it new.â
âalright then, an old secret.â
ânot super old, either ââ
you turn to look at him, half-exasperated, half-amused, but when you catch sight of his expression, you still, pressing your lips.
âzoro? is⊠everything okay?â
he ticks his tongue against his teeth and lets out a long breath, as if bracing himself for something before he says â
âyeah. i think ââ he clears his throat again, trying to recall what nami had said about just saying it and he tries again.
âi think i might like you.â
the coil in his chest feels tight enough to snap, but youâre quiet as he turns to steal a glance at you.
âoh,â you say, you expression curiously contemplative as you look out over the darkened seascape.
zoro has to physically stop himself from shaking you by the shoulders â say something, goddamnit! say anything!
âsoâŠâ he says, knitting his arms across his chest instead.
you turn towards him, your eyes bright as twin stars.
âyou think you might like me, right?â you ask, and for a second, zoro can only blink down at you, completely thrown by your lack of reaction. of all the things heâd imagined you doing â everything from getting angry to apologizing to throwing yourself at him with an impassioned speech about how youâd felt the same since the beginning â this was not one of them.
âuh⊠yeah, pretty sure thatâs what i said.â
you cock your head, a quick, bird-like gesture that makes zoroâs heart skitter inside his chest, threatening to leap from his mouth as you continue to stare up at him, completely unabashed.
âah⊠so what do you think we should do then?â
zoro stares, â⊠do?â
âyeah, because if youâre not sure if you like me⊠we should do something to make sure, right?â
and itâs then that he sees the soft, playful uptick of your lips, the glittering darkness behind your eyes. the tension in his chest seems to loosen even as he lets out a breath, chuckling before quirking an eyebrow and taking a step towards you, caging you in against the crows nestâs edge.
âmm. youâre right â i can think of a few things we could try, though.â
âyeah?â you voice is little more than an exhale on the wind, but itâs the last thing zoro tastes before he finds his lips on yours.
as far as kisses go, zoro would later think back, it was a pretty damn good one.
it started as a slow kind of kiss, a soft, unfurling of breath on breath, and then lips on lips. the ghost-friction of promises made and kept and unbroken, the first spark to a fire that had been threatening to consume him since the moment heâd heard you laugh.
and then â just like that, heâs kissing you. and youâre kissing him back, the gravity and inevitability of it making his head spin even as he presses in closer. it is sweet and warm and trembling â soft and hard and deepening. he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth and savors the way you gasp open for him.
just him.
he swallows it like he wants to swallow you, reaching up to sink his fingers into the silk and gossamer of your hair, pulling you so close he can feel your heartbeat thrumming against his chest, your nails as they curl into the linen of his shirt.
it takes everything inside him to pull back, and everything else left not to dive right back in again. youâre both panting, a little breathless, and zoro â a lot relieved.
âsoâŠâ you say, your tongue flickering out to lave across your bottom lip.
zoro doesnât try to stop his eyes as he tracks the spine-tingling motion.
âso?â
you grin, biting back the shiver that chases through you at the deep, base rumble of his voice, echoing from his body to yours.
âwhatâs the verdict? have you decided if you like me yet?â you ask, batting your lashes even as he watches your own eyes drop down to his lips. a dark, warm, purring satisfaction curls inside his chest at the way your pupils dilate, black as the night, bright as all her favorite stars.
âhm,â zoro hums, leaning down to skim a knuckle along your jaw, slowly guiding your face towards his again, âdunno⊠juryâs still out⊠might have to try it a few more times. yâknow⊠just to be sure.â
âmmâŠâ you sigh as he leans down to graze his teeth along your pulse point, fingers tightening around your waist as he feels you tremble in his arms, ây-yeah⊠wouldnât want you to be ââ you hiccup as he sinks a soft bite into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, âuncertain.â
ânoâŠâ and his voice is all groan and gravel as he lets himself breathe you in, âwe certainly wouldnât want that.â
bonus.
far below, beneath the decks of the going merry, sanji takes a long pull from a post-dinner cigarette, his lips twisting into a concerned sort of frown.
âitâs been a while since theyâve been up there. think we should go check on them?â
luffy shugs, still happily picking at the remains of the turkey carcass sitting in the middle of an oblong plate.
âthey should be okay â i mean, they say that no news is good news, right?â
âuh, not sure that applies to this kinda thing,â usopp says as he makes to peak out of the nearest window.
nami swirls her drink, âi think theyâre fine. and weâd hear if zoro threw himself off the crows nest, right?â
across the table, sanji blinks and luffy pauses in his munching.
âwhoa, you think heâd really do that if she rejects him?â usopp asks, his face going a little pale.
nami rolls here eyes, âno.â and then a moment later, âbut really, weâd hear him if he jumped, right?â
luffy licks his lips, shrugging, âdunno, probably though. heâs pretty heavy so heâll make a pretty big splash.â
sanji taps a bit of ash into his empty bowl and lets out a long suffering breath.
âyeah, yâknow really, no news is good news.â
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holy heckin hylia did i actually get real human being followers after my cosplay post?! :O
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dawn - percy jackson
Request: nope Pairing:Â Â percy jackson x child of apollo!reader Summary:Â Â percy wakes early because of a nightmare and you're not next to him Warnings:Â Â swearing, mentions of nightmares, percy being scared :( Word count:Â Â 900 A/N:Â SHIFTING INTO PERCY JACKSON MODE AGAIN !!! I cannot wait for the show !!! also this is based on a head canon I saw once and now it's my favorite, enjoy!
percy hears you scream again. he needs to find you now.
he's been running for too long now, you've been screaming for too long. he could tell from your screams you had gone from scared to absolutely terrified.
and he knows you've been through as much as he has. it took a lot to make you scared. and something has made you terrified.
percy runs around the corner, gripping his sword tight. up ahead he can see a shadow. that must be you.
he takes off running again but as he gets closer to the shadow, it's not you. it's someone - or something - that is holding two very long, very sharp swords.
percy turns around and bolts through a door. you scream again. and again. he can't get to you. gods, he's going to lose you.
with a start, percy's eyes fly open.
he's breathing heavily and his hands are gripping the bedsheets. percy's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm himself. he reaches out to you, but you're not next to him.
what if it wasn't a nightmare? fuck.
he pushes himself up with one elbow and notices the door to his cabin is slightly open. he can see you sitting just outside.
percy closes his eyes and lets himself fall back onto his pillow. he frowns when they're damp. great, he was sweating. that means it was a really bad one.
'shit.' he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. there's no way he's getting any sleep now. at least not with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
he can tell it's very early in the morning. the sun is starting to rise, but it's still pretty dark outside. percy looks over to you again and notices a mug in your hands, steam rising from it.
after the nightmare he had, he just needs you close. so he gets up and puts on a sweater and boots before joining you outside.
you look up when you hear footsteps on the wooden floor.
'hi. did I wake you?' you say, reaching for percy and pulling him down to squeeze into the chair next to you, careful not to spill your drink.
'no.' his answer is short.
'nightmare?' you ask, noticing the collar of his shirt that sticks to his sweaty neck.
'yeah.' he moves to get closer to you, needing to be near you.
'want to talk about it?' you say, lazily running your fingers through his hair near the back of his neck.
percy sighs softly. 'lately it's the same one.' he says. 'you're somewhere, I don't know where, I can't see you. but I can hear you. you're screaming for help, for me to come get you out of wherever you are. but there's this big guy chasing me and I can never get to you in time.'
he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to drown the image out.
'it's okay.' you say. 'I'm here now.'
'I know you are. you think I can ask any of the gods if they can stop the nightmares?'
you chuckle softly. 'it's worth a shot.'
'hey, wait. why weren't you next to me when I woke up?' he says, remembering the moment the nightmare shook him awake.
he turns slightly so he can look you in the eye, brows slightly furrowed. 'do you still have nightmares?'
'sometimes.'
'but they didn't wake you tonight?'
'no.'
'wait, so you willingly got up at the ass crack of dawn?'
you smile. 'also no.'
'you're usually up early, though. even on quests when you're exhausted but we need to go on, you're always the first one awake. perks of being apollo's kid?'
this time you laugh softly. 'no, more like downside of being his kid.'
percy frowns again. 'what are you talking about?"
'well, everyone wakes at dawn. look, will's awake as well.' you say, pointing to your cabin in the distance. 'michael is just coming back from getting his coffee. I saw lee as well.'
percy still looks confused. you're tempted to give him some weird reason and have him figure out I fit's real or not. but he might not even believe the truth.
'you know how apollo uses his chariot to ride across the sky to give us the sunrise, right?' you say.
'yeah, you told me about that.' says percy.
'well, when he does that he blasts heavy metal at a frequency only apollo kids can hear. so we can see him in the sky in all his glory.'
'seriously?'
'his words, not mine.'
percy laughs. 'that does sound like apollo, yes.'
'it's nice, tough. waking up before everyone else does. especially the younger kids.'
'hey, next time, wake me up okay?'
'I prefer to let you sleep. that's why I always get up quietly.'
'I know, and I appreciate it. but this is nice, just us.'
'us and all of my cabin.'
'well, yeah, but you're the only apollo kid sleeping in my cabin.' says percy, nudging your shoulder an smiling.
'and it better stay that way.' you say, smiling as well. 'I call dips on the shower.'
you lean in to kiss his cheek and get up, letting percy enjoy the rest of the sunrise on his own.
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Smalltown!Neglected!Meta!Reader x Yandere!Batfam âïž Part Two
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Part One âïž Part Three âïž Part Four âïž Part Five âïž Part Six âïž Part Seven âïž Part Eight
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A/N: Still establishing some more lore and feelings. Currently, the Batfamily has two yanderes. With more yandereâs being revealed outside of Gotham and some in Gotham about to start falling into obsession. Also, my favorite Reader is one who is manipulated into thinking the collar around their neck is a necklace. Will be working on Part Three, but it might take longer because we have obsessions starting and Reader starting to get to a breaking point.
Warning(s): Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior
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Poor Reader has it rough. Not too rough, but still life kinda sucks and they wanna go home now, please and thank you.
But, as always, things start to brighten up a notch or two.
Reader is thriving at school, sure they canât hang out with their friends, but their friends understand (which honestly kinda odd, but theyâll roll with it)
There is a small issue.
Reader is a metahuman. (I know, shocking. So unique.)
Reader controls the weather, at will or with extreme emotions (oooooo interesting)
Back in their hometown, Reader didnât have to hide said abilities that much. (Hell, more than a few people knew about it. Such an understanding community.)
Here in Gotham, in a practical strangerâs house, theyâre not gonna to that.
Which is fine. Fine fine fine
Okay, so Reader is tense. Doesnât have a healthy outlet, and is bottling things up. So that storms brewing. Gonna be fun when that comes back to bite Reader in the ass.
But, things are looking up. (I swear this time!)
Duke and Cass are hanging out with Reader more. Theyâre sorta becoming a trio of amigos.
Though, they do disappear often. For long periods of time.
Reader is pretty sure Bruce is Batman, at this point.
Theyâre not stupid, itâs in their damn genetics to be somewhat intelligent, so to speak.
But, no one actually tells reader. Itâs lead to some awkward situations of them going silent when Reader enters the room, or the manor being unusually empty after everyone went to the âlibraryâ.
(Smalltown doesnât mean stupid, bunch of jerks.)
It just makes reader feel even less like theyâre part of the family. Even Alfred disappears for a time, leaving Reader completely alone with nothing, but portraits and old wood furniture.
No one says anything. No one mentions a single thing. (Am I not worthy of the secret? Why did you drag me here only to ignore me?)
Bruce continue to bounce between ignoring and coddling. Yet gets upset if Reader does the same. (Making them anxious.)
Dick pops back in, immediately showering Reader and excessive amounts of affection before shooing them off cause heâs gotta take care of somethings. (It makes reader feel like a pet in a degrading way.)
Jason gets caught harassing Reader by Alfred. Which leads to a screaming match between Jason and Bruce. Itâs a violent one, but Alfred drags Reader out of the room before they can see. (But they hear things breaking and Itâs terrifying.)
After that, Reader is extremely cautious around Jason. Which for some reason makes him angry and more violent. (Why does he hate me? This is scary.)
Stephanie starts to come around. Slowly. Theyâre getting there. (Stephanie still prefers to hangout with Tim and TimâŠ)
Tim ignores Reader the most. Will not talk to Reader at all. Which sucks because Teader thinks they would total get along. (But, nope. All they get is the cold shoulder.)
Reader just avoids Damian like the plague.
Reader talks more often to her other half-brother living miles away than the one sheâs currently living with. (Thatâs gonna piss Damian off later)
While Barbara remains cordial.
Life is moving on. Weâre good. Everythingâs good.
Wait? Gotham Academy is having its own student Gala? That sounds amazing! Getting dolled up, having a night with friends. MaybeâŠ. Having a date escort themâŠ.
And the best part is, Bruce says Reader can go.
Now, Cass and Duke and Damian wonât be going. Which is a bummer, but Reader understands.
Bruce even buys reader something to wear.
An obnoxious designer outfit. (A couture ruffle monstrosity thatâs all the rage on the runway.)
Itâs so terrible you have to laugh. (Just to hide how upsetting it is that no one actually knows what you like here or bothers to ask.)
Reader even shows Stephanie and they share a laugh. (Itâs great. Reader needed that laugh.)
But, thereâs no way Reader is going to wear this. So, Reader calls her childhood friend and favorite fashion designer.
Commissioning a more mature outfit. (Reader is almost grown, time to take a break from the ruffles and embrace the sexy.)
BFF comes through and then a week later someone shows up at Wayne Manor. (Damn that was fast.)
Someone from Readerâs hometown, and this starts to set things in motion.
BFFâs older brother, Readerâs childhood crush, shows up holding a dress and driving Daddyâs old truck. Which he hands Reader the keys too.
Nana and Grand Daddy, the Step Grandparents, wanted to surprise reader with a gift from home. (Remind Reader how much better living in a smalltown is compared to somewhere like Gotham. How much their town adores them and misses them.)
Poor oblivious Reader. Not realizing her smalltown is so desperate to have her back. (Reader was theirâs first, they know Reader best.)
Nor how desperate Gotham is going to be to make force reader to stay.
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just friends pt. 2 | lando norris
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y/nstagram me and my gf terrorise monaco đ
flavy.barla that barista so wanted to throw that matcha at us âł y/nstagram because you took about 10 years deciding what drink you wanted!!! âł flavy.barla they all looked so good :(
fan flavs đ„č i love their friendship so much âł y/nstagram wdym friendship thats my GIRL âł fan lando found dead in a ditch â„ïž y/nstagram âł fan SHADE
estebanocon can i have my girlfriend back now? âł y/nstagram nope she's mine :) âł estebanocon understandable
lilymhe me next!!!! âł y/nstagram come join us babygirl i have 2 hands xx âł alexandrasaintmleux what about me? :( âł y/nstagram we can link toes đ
bffstagram seeing you happy makes my heart so đđđđđđđđđđđđ âł y/nstagram i love you so intensely
fan still no lando like bro i'm in the trenches
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f1gossipgirl ANNOUNCEMENT! We sat down with the mystery girl on all of your feeds to discuss those pictures with Lando Norris, Y/N L/N and the fallout from her recent introduction to the F1 world. Available at f1gossipgirl.com tomorrow 7PM GMT. You won't wanna miss this one!
fan not her using lando for fame
fan flop!
fan we will Not be tuning in xx
fan they better be just friends or i'm gonna be in lando's walls
fan if they're dating it's game over y/nlando'ers !!! âł fan bro i'll scream âł fan i'll cry âł fan i'll throw up âł fan i'll do all three simultaneously
fan hopefully people will leave them the fuck alone after this damn
fan not them asking her about y/n that's so shady âł fan if she mentions one bad word about y/n we ride at dawn
charlottehinchcliffe thank you for having me! :) âł fan đđđ âł fan homewrecker âł fan not too much on charlotte now we don't even know what happened
True to his word, 10 minutes later, Lando was at your door. Steeling yourself for the conversation ahead, you turn the lock and open the door to reveal a slightly out of breath Lando.
Eyeing him as he pants slightly, you lean against the doorframe. "You good?"
"Yeah!" He takes a moment to catch his breath, wiping his hands against his shorts. "I was at padel, so I had to run over."
You look at him incredulously. "The padel courts are a good 25 minutes from here, Lan, did you run here or something?"
In lieu of a verbal answer, he shrugs his shoulders, nudging his way into your apartment.
The two of you sit in silence on the sofa, both waiting for the other to begin speaking.
"I-" "So-"
You can't help but giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Never once in your friendship with Lando had you ever felt so awkward to start a conversation. You gesture towards him, "you start."
He nods, turning to face you on the sofa. "Did I do something? Like we were good until Sass Cafe, and then it's like you just dropped off the face of the earth. I missed my best friend."
Your heart breaks at the way his face drops, blaming himself for something that was completely out of his control.
"Lan, no, it wasn't you, I promise. I'm sorry for ghosting you, I just needed some time to think some things through."
You reach forward and pat his hand, a purely friendly gesture.
"You can talk to me about anything, Y/N. What's going on?" His eyes are pleading, hand twisting around to grasp your own.
Sighing, you pull your hand away from his, missing the warmth immediately. "We need to stop hooking up."
You can tell that wasn't what he thought you were going to say from the way he stiffens, eyes wide and searching your own.
"Why? Did..." He trails off for a moment, eyes drifting down to the hand you pulled from his, "are you dating someone?"
You want to scoff. The only person you wanted to date was the one you were currently pushing away. "No, Lan. I'm not dating anyone. I think everything's just become too complicated, we need to just be best friends, nothing more, nothing less."
He looks hurt, mouth trying to form words as he takes a second to process your words. "Um, ok? I'm sorry? I didn't realise things were complicated..." There's a beat of silence between you before he speaks again. "Is this about the girl I was pictured with because I promise nothing happened between us."
He's almost begging, hands half reaching forward like he wants to grab yours before he catches himself, stilling in the air.
You shake your head, smiling softly at him. "No, I spoke to Charlotte, I know nothing happened. This is simply a me and you thing. Well, a me thing, I guess. You're my best friend and I love you but I need to do this for myself."
He's about to speak when your best friend comes waltzing through the front door. "Y/N! I got pastries from the cafe down the road, come get them while they're still warm!"
Walking into the living room, she stills at the sight of you and Lando on the sofa, hand carrying a bag of pastries stuck in the air. "I'll just..." She hurries off into the kitchen before either of you can say anything.
The two of you look at each other, tension in the air broken as you both laugh softly at your best friend.
"So, still best friends?" Lando's eyes are soft as they look at you.
"Always."
He leaves soon after, a shared hug in lieu of a goodbye. At the sound of the door closing, your best friend comes running through the kitchen door. "So?"
You fall back onto the sofa, tears lining your eyes. "Hand me the damn pastries."
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landonorris bahrain brought the bahpain... p9 with some car difficulties, but we try again for monaco! congrats to oscarpiastri on the podium, lets go!
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fan bro's majestic
fan not him flopping when y/ns in the paddock âł fan when the camera panned to her and she looked... different... i need to know what happened âł fan f1gossipgirl posted an interview with the girl, nothing happened between them but we still don't know what happened between lando and y/n!! âł fan did you see her cheering when oscar finished p3? giggling
oscarpiastri cheers đđŒ âł fan go girl give us nothing! âł fan no but the photos of him and lily laughing with y/n after the race while lando was just standing in the garage watching them âł fan oscar is a girl's girl fr
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oscarpiastri me, my girlfriend and my girlfriend's girlfriend.
for real though, podium in bahrain is a big win for the team! shame we couldn't get more points but we regroup and prepare for monaco!
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fan that caption is so shady im HOWLING
fan "we" aka lando norris
fan no bc something must have happened with y/n and lando for oscar to shade his own teammate
fan i love the gf's
fan the caption đđ can't believe oscar admitted he's the third wheel in his own relationship âł oscarpiastri i've long since accepted that i am the side piece... âł lilynzeimer at least you're self aware â€ïž
fan y/n the paddocks princess we love you
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fan MAN???? THERE IS A MAN !!!! PLEASE SAY ITS LANDO !!!! âł y/nstagram no it's charles! me, alex and him went out for a meal! :) âł fan ok best friends! love you y/n
alexandrasaintmleux the first story def looks like you're on a date âł y/nstagram i was... with you xxx âł y/nstagram people will probs think its lando đ€·ââïž âł y/nstagram unless you want me to take it down? i don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about me and charles âł alexandrasaintmleux you can have him tbh he keeps whining about how he's the side chick in the relationship
landonorris chill night alone huh? âł y/nstagram i got invited out last minute! đ âł landonorris who are you with? âł landonorris y/n??? âł landonorris fuck it i know that restaurant, i'm on my way
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f1gossip Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were caught having a heated argument outside of a restaurant in Bahrain. Sources near the pair mentioned that Y/N met him outside then they were arguing about Y/N's recent instagram stories, with Lando insinuating she was on a date with one of his driver friends. He was then seen getting into a Lambourghini and leaving Y/N at the restaurant. Y/N was then flanked by Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend, Alexandra, who it appears Y/N was having dinner with.
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fan i'm actually gonna fight him what the fuck
fan how can he just leave y/n there crying
fan y/n deserves so much better holy shit
fan landonorris not you flirting with another girl in sass then getting mad at y/n for *checks notes* having a meal with friends âł fan he wasn't flirting with charlotte, they're friends âł fan either way, he can't just get mad at y/n for having a potential date if they're not even together
fan did lando think y/n would openly cheat on him like that? âł fan not cheating if they were never together âł fan we don't know that âł fan they've said multiple times that they're just best friends, the shippers are the ones who have it in their heads that they're dating
alex's pov
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alexandrasaintmleux my girl, the chauffeur and 3 wine glasses.
fan alex unprivating her account to say a big fuck you to lando đ€đ€đ€
fan alex doesn't play when it comes to y/n â„ïž alexandrasaintmleux
fan landonorris âł fan landonorris âł fan landonorris ur loss big man âł fan landonorris âł fan landonorris âł fan landonorris âł fan landonorris flop âł fan landonorris
y/nstagram love of my life and my entire heart and soul âł alexandrasaintmleux my future wife đ
charles_leclerc can't believe i've been downgraded to chauffeur âł y/nstagram you literally drive for a living you're basically a chauffeur,,, just faster
fan alex and y/n one chance PLEASE
fan y/ns so gorgeous ik He fumbled but i could treat you so right please please pleeeeeeasssseeeeee â„ïž y/nstagram
fan alex using the same photo as y/ns story... i'm surprised she didn't circle all three glasses and send it to Him âł alexandrasaintmleux what makes you think i didn't đ€ âł fan queen behaviour
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y/nstagram ethereal đ€
alexandrasaintmleux i am so in love with you coucou please run away with me i have the ring ready and waiting âł y/nstagram anytime, anywhere my love đ
charles_leclerc dude please stop being more in love with my girlfriend than me, the fans are rabid i cant fight !! âł y/nstagram đ€·đ»ââïž up your game before someone (me) snatches up the baddest bitch in monaco âł charles_leclerc i literally paid for you to go on a couples trip with her, i am stupid âł y/nstagram thanks sugar daddy xx âł charles_leclerc using me for my money, i see how it is y/n âł y/nstagram for your money and your girl* why else would i keep you around? âł fan y/n let him get up let him get up FIGHT BACK âł charles_leclerc i am terrified of her â„ïž y/nstagram
fan alex is so gorgeous holy shit
fan when i'm in a loving alex competition and my opponent is y/n l/n: đ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïžđ§đ»ââïž
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You text Lando the day after you got back from Italy, wrapped in the safety of your best friends arms as you fire off a quick "you can come round". Again, within ten minutes Lando was outside your door. Your best friend answered, eyes laser focused on the sheepish man in front of her.
"Fix this or I'll spread a rumour that you cry when you cum."
Lando nods frantically at her, wide eyed and fully believing she would. If there's one thing he'd learnt since befriending you, it was that your best friend would lay her life on the line for you.
She frog marches Lando through the hallway and into the living room, nodding once at you before departing to her bedroom, not even bothering to check if Lando followed her.
You let your eyes linger on her until the bedroom door shuts, slowly moving your eyes to the man stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room.
He looked terrible, dark rings circling now dull eyes, red rimmed and rubbed raw. His face looked gaunt, sunken in cheeks and downturned lips. You watch his brows furrow as he tries to think of what to say first.
Beating him to it, you gesture to the sofa. "Sit."
He moves as if on autopilot, choosing to sit the furthest away from you, half hanging off the sofa cushion as if he was ready to bolt at any moment. You have flashbacks to the last time you two met like this and you can't help but fear that this will be the last time he ever steps foot in your apartment.
"Y/N-"
Silencing him with a wave of your hand, you allow your eyes to rake over his face one more time, just in case it was the last. "No, Lando. You've said more than enough, it's time I get to speak."
He nods in response, hands wringing nervously in his lap.
The original plan had been to let him explain and see if he would apologise for the things he said, but during your girls trip with Alex, something had changed.
The two of you were swinging softly in the hammock on the patio of the villa Charles had rented out for the two of you, Alex stroking your hair as you recalled everything that had happened from the moment you met Lando.
The shy beginnings, the budding friendship and the drunken nights spent wrapped in his bedsheets.
She'd wrapped her free arm around your sun soaked skin when you began to cry, trying to make sense of where everything had gone so wrong.
Whispering soft words of encouragement into your hair, she reminded you that no matter how much you loved him, he had no right to speak to you the way that he did, whether it be as a boyfriend, best friend or acquaintance.
Pulling yourself back into the present, you sigh quietly before speaking. "I'm not sure where we went so wrong. I love being your best friend, I really do and I would do anything for us to go back to being just that, but I think both you and I know that can't happen."
Another nod from him, shoulders tense and still as if he was holding his breath.
"The first time we hooked up after your podium in Silverstone, I assumed it would be a one off. Too many drinks, too many high spirits and despite the girls vying for your attention, you knew I was the easiest option who would never tell anyone what happened."
Lando goes to interrupt you, eyes pleading. "It wasn't like that-"
You throw him a look, a reminder that this was your time to let out everything you had been holding in since that first night.
"When I woke up and you immediately said it was a mistake, I agreed. Wrote it off as something silly. Then it happened again and again and again. Each time, before I'd even wiped the sleep out of my eyes, you'd be staring at the ceiling, reminding me that it was just a mistake. At first it didn't hurt because I'd agreed, or at least I thought I'd agreed, but then we grew closer as friends. You'd pull me on your lap for a movie night, or twirl me around before one of your parties and tell me how pretty I looked, and somewhere along the line, I fell in love."
You refused to look at him at the last sentence, too scared to see what would be reflected in his eyes.
"It was stupid to keep hooking up with you after that, but I couldn't stop myself. It felt so good to be wanted by you. Every time we'd hook up, I'd smile and agree it was a mistake then go home and cry in one of the girls' arms. The last time, after Sass, I sat down with best friend and told her everything. She reminded me that I'm worth so much more than a drunken hook up, and for once, I finally agreed."
You allowed yourself to look at Lando then, heart twisting at the sight. Tears lined guilt filled eyes, those god damn eyes. He looked like someone had just punched him in the gut, mouth open in a slight downturned pout as he stared back at you.
"That's why I became so distant, I was trying to save our friendship. And then, those photos of you and Charlotte came out and I was jealous, so fucking jealous. Here I was, tearing myself apart at home while you were busy hitting on other girls." Ignoring the affronted noise from Lando, you continue. "I know now that wasn't the case, but it hurt so much. I genuinely felt like my heart was breaking in two."
Wiping the few tears that fell down your cheeks with the back of your hand, you smiled softly at him. "Then we met up and everything became a bit easier. I thought maybe we could, well I could, work through this. I could unlearn to love you and we could be best friends again."
Lando lets out a noise akin to a whine, tears finally escaping his eyes, dripping down to his chin. You resist the urge to reach out and brush them away, your own tears marring your vision.
"That night in Bahrain, I really had just wanted to stay at home and get an early night. Then Alex had texted me, and you know her, the girl doesn't take no for an answer." You try and laugh, the sound coming out flat and warbled at the same time. "I was trying to not be on my phone too much and that's why I didn't reply to your other messages. Charles offered to go out and speak to you but that wasn't fair on him, this wasn't his mess to fix."
Seeing Lando stare at you so gloomily from your sofa was becoming a little too much for you to handle, soft sobs echoing between the two of you. You stand from the sofa, moving to the window in your living room, eyes trained on the setting sun.
"The things you said that night really hurt, Lando. We've never argued in the entire time we've been friends, not even a little friendly one. You were so angry at the idea of me seeing one of your driver friends and I couldn't figure out why. We'd joked about me dating one of them before, hell, you even asked if I wanted Daniel's number after we snuck off at that house party to tie all your shoelaces together before he starting seeing Heidi..."
This time, Lando successfully cuts you off. "Do you really not know why?" His voice is gravelly, molasses thick around the edges.
Shaking your head, you hear him stand up from the sofa too, sock clad feet shuffling against the hardwood floor. When he speaks next, you can tell he's right behind you.
"I was jealous." The sound of him ruffling his hair floats through the silence between you. "When we met up and you said you wanted to stop hooking up, even if you were adamant that you weren't seeing someone new, I couldn't get that thought out of my head. Sure, our friendship is, was, a bit unconventional, but I thought it worked. I thought we worked. I had no idea it was hurting you and so when it ended, that was the only reason I could think of."
Looking through the glass of the window, your eyes lock with Lando's, his stare equal parts intense and regretful.
"And then I thought you were blowing me off in Bahrain and it was like a switch flipped. The thought of you ignoring me and being with someone who wasn't me made me feel sick to my stomach. It's the same feeling I get when you show me a silly meme Logan sent you or when I saw you and Dan giggling quietly and having to hold each other up in my hallway."
Gaze unwavering, he studies your face through the window pane. "Can you turn around and look at me properly, please?"
Unable to ignore the pleading in his voice, you turn slowly on the spot. The two of you are less than a foot apart, a few inches closer and you'd be able to see the flecks of gold in his eyes.
"There you are." A small smile crosses his lips. "I thought it was anger at you blatantly avoiding me, but then I remembered how my first thought when the photos of me and Charlotte came out wasn't 'my PR team's gonna fucking kill me', it was 'I need to tell Y/N it isn't true'."
He shuffles closer, hand reaching out to rest against your jaw. Using his thumb to swipe the stream of tears flowing down your face, he lowers his voice to a whisper.
"Every time I told you that us hooking up was a mistake, I was wrong. The mistake was me not realising how ridiculously in love I am with you."
You try to speak, a small whine escaping your lips, only audible because of the quietness of the apartment.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I should have never spoken to you like that in Bahrain. I only ever want to see you happy, to see your nose scrunch at how wide you're smiling, to hear you laugh loud and unabashedly. Knowing I hurt you, and have been hurting you for months, breaks my heart and I'm so angry at myself for not letting you explain. I love you and I want to be with you, but I understand I've hurt you and it's ok if you don't want that too."
Tears glimmer in his eyes again, smile soft and warm but tinged with remorse. He scans your face, looking for your answer in lieu of a verbal one.
Reaching a shaking hand up to cover his on your jaw, you close your eyes, allowing yourself to savour the warmth of his palm. "I want that. I want to love and be loved by you."
You open your eyes, meeting his brightened gaze.
"Really?" He sounds and looks awestruck, the weight of possibly losing you physically dropping off his shoulders, his body relaxing as he melts at the sight of you smiling gently. "You're sure?"
You nod, matching his fond smile. "I'm sure."
His thumb traces your bottom lip, eyes drawn to the movement. Before he can ask, you use your free hand to grab the front of his t-shirt, dragging him until the two of you are pressed chest to chest.
"Kiss me, Lando."
His name gets muffled as he presses his lips to yours fervently. Warm, syrup soaked and something that could only be described as Lando. Not a trace of alcohol, a distant memory of how this normally went. You decide then and there that this was your favourite taste.
His hand slips to the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you closer, eliminating any possible space that could come between the two of you. Each time your lips part, he whispers a soft "I love you", the sound being inhaled by you.
Slipping an arm around your waist and digging his fingers into the flesh, he revels in your gasp, tongue slipping between your lips to find your own.
Your body flares up at the feeling, each nerve ending scorching hot and tinging with electricity. You whisper "I love you's" back with each parting, one hand still wrapped in the fabric of his t-shirt as the other slides up the back of his shirt, tracing the map of his muscles.
You giggle as he shivers at the touch, finally allowing the two of you to breathe as he joins you, the kiss becoming more teeth than lips. He drags you into his arms, the hand in your hair moving down to interlink with the one wrapped around your waist.
Nudging his nose against your temple, he moves his head until his lips are level with your ear.
"Be mine?"
You hum into his neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. "I already was."
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y/npriv not one mean comment, that's boyfie!
lilymhe đ€ âł flavy.barla đ€ âł alexandrasaintmleux đ€ âł francisca.c.gomes đ€ âł lilynzeimer đ€ âł heidiberger_ đ€ âł carmenmmundt đ€ âł kellypiquet đ€ âł iamrebeccad đ€ âł landonorris were you silent or were you silenced âł alexandrasaintmleux don't even try it norris
francisca.c.gomes on a real note, i'm happy for you, truly đ (please tell me he grovelled) âł landonorris i was 2 seconds away from getting down on my knees and begging âł francisca.c.gomes good. â„ïž alexandrasaintmleux, lilynzeimer, lilymhe, heidiberger_, carmenmmundt, kellypiquet, iamrebeccad, flavy.barla
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landonorris P1. Grand Prix Winner. It wasn't too much for little lando norris... feels absolutely surreal, I'll post something more eloquent when I've stopped shaking đ§Ą
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fan GRAND PRIX WINNER LANDO NORRIS !!!!! THAT FEELS SO GOOD TO TYPE!!!!
carlossainz congratulations muppet, lets get drunk!!!!! â„ïž landonorris âł scuderiaferrari not too drunk mr sainz
maxverstappen1 proud to come second to you, mr norris! congratulations đ â„ïž landonorris
oscarpiastri proud of you bud! â„ïž landonorris
danielricciardo HE RACES LIKE A LION, SHOULDN'T HE BE DUTCH â„ïž landonorris
pitstopboys time to get back in the studio!
mclaren never doubted you, papaya forever! 𧥠Ⳡlandonorris papaya forever!!
y/nstagram so beyond proud,,, soak it all in lan â€ïž âł landonorris i'm so happy i flew you out for this one âł fan Y/NLANDO ARE BACK????? MY KING AND QUEEN????? âł fan i hope he was crying, screaming and begging on his knees to get y/n back âł landonorris i was prepared to âł fan LANDO????
fan y/n running at him full pelt and knocking them over in parc ferme... my parents fr âł fan the way he didn't cry until he saw y/n's smile... im lying down on the highway
fan y/nlando make up, lando wins a grand prix... she's his good luck charm â„ïž landonorris
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i called her on the phone and she touched herself - e.m.
ghostface eddie munson x fem reader
18+ ONLY MDNI
warnings: voyerism, mutual masturbation, phone sex, eddieâs a perv but weâre into it, alluding to a knife kink, lots of scream references
i ended up taking a look at this fic today and making some little tweaks and i love it so much more now. this is another repost from my old account but i promise new content will be coming soon. enjoy xx.
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The phone rings, loud and shrill in your ear.
It sound causes you to flinch in surprise, heart thudding in your chest when you reach for the receiver. The cheesy horror movie playing on your small tv set now forgotten as you pick up the phone.
âHello?â Your voice sounds a little breathless, a deep chuckle resounding in your ear.
âHello, sweetheart.â
The voice on the other end was husky, smooth yet confident.
âWho is this?â You feign a bored tone, your thighs squeezing together unintentionally.
Youâd never been so attracted to someoneâs voice beforeâ and heâd only spoken two words to you. But something about it felt oddly⊠familiar.
âWere you expecting a call from someone?â The male asks and you shift slightly to glance at your bedside clock. 8:43 PM.
Steve would still be working at the video store, or he was supposed to be. Unless he decided to prank call you during a lull in customers. Which could very well be a possibility.
âMaybe⊠why do you wanna know?â Your tone is overly flirty as you decide to play along.
The call now much more exciting than the movie playing out on your tv screen.
Youâd never take a suggestion from Keith ever again.
âHm, a pretty girl like you must be waiting on a call from a boyfriend?â
You canât help but laugh at that notion, serious relationships werenât your thing. Despite how attractive and persistent Steve was, a relationship is the last thing you wanted to tangle yourself in right now.
But he clearly was still trying too hard.
You breathe out a heavy sigh, âNope, no boyfriend.â
Despite being a usually observant person, you still werenât aware of the eyes trained on your half naked figure. The dark cloaked figure watching from the tree that faced your bedroom window.
âMm, lucky me then.â
You glance back at the screen when the music begins to swell, hinting that one of the teenagers would be killed off at any moment. A loud scream fills the room as the killer takes one of the camp counselor by surprise.
âWhatâs that sound?â He asks, unable to see the television from his vantage point.
âOh, just a movie.â
The male hums deeply, the sound causes you to squirm against your bedsheets. Heat pools in your lower belly and you mindlessly let your fingertips dance along the edge of your lace panties.
âWhat kind of movie?â He probes, his dark eyes now drawn to the silky skin of your thighs.
You begin shifting, lying back fully against your pillows. You rest the receiver between your ear and shoulder as you spread your legs open. Unintentionally giving him the perfect view as you dip your fingers past the flimsy material. The sight causes his cock to stir beneath his dark jeans.
âA scary one,â you reply, despite this being the least scary thing youâve ever seen.
Eddie grins beneath the white ghostface mask, sheathing his blade before he reaches for the zipper on his pants. He tugs them down to free his hardened cock, pulling his mouth away from the phone to spit into the palm of his hand. The male wrapping it around his thick length whilst your fingers begin to circle over your clit.
While the brunette had come here with the intention to scare you⊠this turn of events was far more interesting.
âOh, you like scary movies?â
He grins, enjoying how your voice seems to shake over the line, but not for the reason he initially expected.
âY-YesâŠâ
Only pleasure laces your tone.
Eddie inhales deeply, watching as you twirl your fingers around the phone cord with your other hand. The light of the television illuminates your body with an almost ethereal like glow.
âHmm, tell me⊠whatâs your favorite scary movie, sweetheart?â
Your breath hitches in your throat, now shoving your soaked underwear completely down your thighs. You kick them off the edge of your bed before dipping a finger inside yourself. You chew on your lower lip to hold back a moan you so desperately wanted to let escape, eagerly slipping another digit inside.
This wasnât the first time youâd touched yourself like this with Steve on the other end of the phone, but this was by far the most exciting.
Little did you know the male on the other end was definitely not Steve Harrington.
Dropping the twisted cord you grip the receiver in your unoccupied hand, eyes fluttering shut when you begin pumping your fingers even deeper inside yourself. Letting your thumb brush over your swollen clit as you curl your fingers up.
âHalloween,â you breathe, a low grunt sounds on the other end of the line as the male strokes his cock in tandem with each thrust of your fingers. The slick sounds reverberate softly through the receiver.
âIs that the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around stalking babysitters?â He asks, despite already knowing the answer himself.
A soft âmhmâ leaves you as you revel in his throaty moans.
âI liked that one⊠it was scary.â His voice drops an octave, Eddie unintentionally slipping into his dungeon master voice.
Keeping the cell phone tucked into his shoulder as he adjusts himself between the tree branches. Increasing the pace of his fist as he continues to watch you pleasure yourself through your window.
The movie playing out on your tv screen is now long forgotten as his deep voice is the only thing you can focus on.
âI like that thing youâre doing with your voice, Steve. Itâs sexy.â You whimper, already feeling yourself teetering on the edge of bliss. No longer able to keep up the oblivious act anymore.
Eddie chuckles darkly, sending a shiver up your spine. âOh sweetheart, this isnât Steve.â
As much as those words should frighten you, it only seems to increase the tightening in your lower belly. The jealous edge to them causes a high pitched whine to leave your lips, pumping your fingers even faster into your dripping heat. Increasing the pressure on your clit, as the maleâs deep moans fill your ears.
âGod you little slut, you gonna cum fâme?â He growls, feeling his own orgasm drawing near.
His cock twitches in his rough palm as he observes your lower half lifting up off the mattress. Thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you, milky white spilling over onto his ringed fingers.
Heavy breathing is all that is passed back and forth between the two of you for a moment, your body falling limp against the mattress.
âFuck, you look so pretty when you cum, babyâŠâ while it was whispered into the phone, you still heard it.
You recognized the husky voice instantlyâ the pretty but rugged metalhead who always gave you a discount on your weed.
Eddie Munson.
Your eyes instantly snap open, dropping the phone as you sit up. Letting your fingers slip from your drenched core as you rise to your feet. Padding over to your bedroom window and gazing out into the dark night.
You catch sight of a white ghostface mask in between the branches opposite your window. Your eyes meet as you reach back over for the phone, your juices smearing over the handle as you grab onto it. Amusement dances over your features as you tilt your head at him.
âDo you spy on all the girls you deal to, Munson?â You pause, clearly catching the male off guard, âOr am I a special case?â
Eddie doubles back, stuttering out a reply while he attempts to disguise his voice once more but it was too lateâ you caught him.
âI promise this isnât what it seems, sweetheart.â
A small giggle leaves your lips as he fumbles his way down from the tree, removing the mask so he can see properly. His bangs stick to his forehead, pale skin flushed pink under the bright moonlight.
He drops the phone and his knife in his haste, the glint of the blade catches your attention. The way the sharp metal reflects in the light makes your heart race, arousal coursing through your veins. You lick your lips when he picks up the discarded items, his brown eyes meeting yours through the glass.
âI think I know why you came here, MunsonâŠâ you hum into the receiver once he returns the phone to his ear, your sultry tone causing his cock to stir in his jeans again.
âWhyâs that, sweet thing?â He bites back, his dark eyes not leaving your silhouette.
âSomeone wants to play psycho killer⊠but it looks like you need a helpless victim.â
You lean your forearms on your windowsill, noticing the way his adamâs apple bobs when he swallows down a moan. His ringed fingers grip tightly onto the handle of the blade, the male now desperately hanging onto your every word.
âAnd Iâm more than happy to oblige.â
Eddie curses, your words going straight to his now throbbing cock. There was no way he was passing you up on this offer.
âNow⊠tell me Mr. Ghostface, what do you want?â You feign a frightened tone as you pose the question.
His shallow breaths mingle with the static on the line, anticipation bubbling up inside you.
âI wanna know what your insides feel like.â He groans, his words sending heat straight between your legs.
You squirm when you watch him slide the mask down over his face, glancing back up at you with an almost predatory look.
âCome and find out then, freak.â
Click.
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week 3 (oct. 18) | period sex
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jason's a vampire, you're on your period, and, well a man's gotta eat
tags: f!reader, vamp jason, established relationship, period sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, blood drinking, blood as lube, slight size kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie
a/n: for @luvrodite my darling, this would not exist without your encouragement
â this is an 18+ fic. minors do not interact, you will be blocked
Jason Todd is on you the second you walk through the door, pharmacy bag dropping from your hands in surprise. The doorâs barely shut behind you before heâs crowding you up against it, cold night air still lingering on your skin, his nose buried in your neck. His lips part along your collarbone and you roll your eyes at the pinprick of fangs already descending from his gums.
âI smell blood,â he rumbles. âAre you hurt?â
With a sigh you dig your now empty hand into the thick mess of his hair and pull him off of your throat. His pupils have already started to narrow into slits, catlike.
âNo, and if youâd stop thinking with your fangs for a hot second youâd realize itâs because of my period.â Reaching down for the bag youâd just let go of, you gasp as another cramp spikes through your lower belly and claws up your back. âRight, you can get the bag because you made me drop it. Iâm going to find my heat pack in the kitchen.â
Jasonâs already waiting for you by the time you hobble into the kitchen, slow and regrettably human. Under your breath you curse his unnatural speed but he hears you anyway and grins. Heâs already put your heat pack in the microwave so thereâs nothing to do but gratefully take the painkillers heâs fished out of the bag for you and wait. His stomach grumbles.
âNope,â you declare. âNot happening tonight. Iâm losing enough blood as it is, you arenât getting your hands on any more.â
âPlease, baby? âM starving over here,â Jason pouts. Heâs suddenly behind you, arms around your midriff. He lets out a huff of air right over your jugular, goosebumps rising across your skin. Usually, that would be enough to have you caving, knees weak and and panties wet, begging for his bite. Tonight, you push his face away with annoyance.
âGo get some synth blood from you maker or something. Isnât she always offering to hook you up with a supply? Iâm off the menu tonight, so put thoseââ you tap at his upper lip, right over where his fangs have descended ââaway.â
The microwave beeps, giving you an excuse to slip from his grasp. You moan at the warmth as you shove it down the front of your clothing, the heat already making the cramps reside a little.
âTaliaâs out of town and you know nothinâ tastes anywhere near as good as you do,â he says, like itâs the most obvious thing in the world. You want to scream at his perfect dumb face with its stupid puppy eyes.
âJason. Iâve got a waterfall of blood in my underwear â which is stained by the way because none of the PATH toilets had any pads in any of their dispensers â my back hurts, my stomach hurts, my boobs are pain central, and my ankles are sore for some ungodly reason. Iâm not adding âmauled by a hungry vampireâ to the list of reasons why Iâm destroying my liver with painkillers.â
You know youâre probably being bitchier about it than you normally would be to turn him down, but youâve just had the day from hell. First your period had started on your morning commute to work. Then the pad you had been counting on to be in your purse hadnât been there, a casualty of Tamara two desks over last week. Thereâd only been a single pill left in the bottle of painkillers you kept at your desk, and youâd been so run off your feet with work that you hadnât had a chance to run out for more. Youâre tired and sore, absolutely ready to face plant into bed.
âI donât gotta bite, you know,â Jason says slowly.
âWhat,â you retort flatly, already done with this conversation.
âWell if youâre already bleeding. I donât hafta bite you.â He smirks at you like heâs solved all of your problems. Slowly, your face starts to heat up as you put together what heâs implying.
âYou donâtâ what. You wanna...â you splutter, unable to string the thought together.
âCâmon sweetheart,â he prowls towards you, predatory glint in his eye âlet me put my mouth to good use. I promise I wonât bite.â Heâs got you backed against the countertop, balancing on your tip toes. The faux marble is firm beneath your scrabbling fingertips as you let out a squeak. He traces the apple of your cheek with a deceptively gentle finger. âBesides, you always feel so nice and relaxed after you come. Might make those cramps better.â
Cotton mouthed, you swallow down your desire but you can tell from the lopsided grin that Jason can already smell it on you.
âYe-ah, okay.â You nod and bite your lip. âBut if you make my cramps worse, I reserve the right to knee you in the head.â
Jasonâs got you undressed and flat on your back on the bed in under 15 seconds in what has to be a new personal record. Heâd even managed to put a towel down and reposition the heating pack right over your womb between breaths. Somewhere in the trip between the kitchen and the bedroom Jason had lost his shirt and youâre reminded again of just how badly he can make your mouth water, staring at the broad expanse of muscle covered in a thin layer of fat. He looks down at your bare, bleeding cunt and you swear you see a hint of something cold and predatory tinge his desire.
You reach out to him feeling oddly vulnerable, the rabbit kicking in the jaws of the wolf. He smiles at you, and despite the narrowed slit of his pupils you feel the warmth leech back into the room. Gently, he lowers himself down to cover your body with his. Kisses and laps at your open mouth, careful not to nick you with his fangs. Jason smooths a broad palm along the side of your ribcage until it settles on the plush curve of your hip. Slowly, he starts to kiss at your jaw and throat, purposefully avoiding the lush temptation of your carotid.
When Jason takes your aching breast into the wet heat of his mouth for the first time that night, you gasp and arch your back. Your hips strain with nowhere to go against the rock solid weight of his body. Heâs gentler than he usually is, keeps his promise not to bite by laving at the bud of your nipple with the flat of his tongue. Kisses and sucks at the aching flesh until you are mewling from oversensitivity, now wet with more than just blood. He barely reacts to you clawing at his back, nails leaving raw red lines that heal over in an instant.
âToo much too muchtoomuchtoomuch,â you babble, body leaden with a different type of ache.
He pulls off your breast with an audible pop, a thin line of spit connecting his lips to the wet mess heâs made of your tits. Jason smiles as he peppers kisses down your belly, still careful not to jostle the heat pack from itâs place. He licks and kisses at each thigh before placing them onto his shoulders, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in your wake. You start to roll your eyes at him for his obsession with getting as close to your blood as possible when the scrape of teeth across the thin skin has you trying to strangle him with your thighs.
âNo biting,â you gasp out, the curve of your spine pushing your breasts into the air.
âNo biting,â he says, humouring you.
Jason hands close around your hips and drags you down to meet him. He licks a broad stripe right across your dripping cunt, obliterating any indignant thoughts in your head. Sucks a kiss to your clit that has you grabbing for his hair, desperate to keep his face right there. Your hips struggle to move but the coiled strength in his palms traps you right where he wants you. Heâs enjoying this, you can tell from the way heâs playing you like a finely tuned instrument. Alternates long slow licks with taps and flicks of his tongue just to watch you dissolving into a whining and desperate creature.
Youâre wet, so wet you can feel it dripping down to the cleft of your ass. Jason slurps â slurps! â up the mixture of your blood and arousal, traces it straight back to the source until heâs sucking right over your entrance. The tip of his tongue traces your cunt before plunging in and you moan, body tensing up at the intrusion. Trying to arch up into him, Jason slams your hips back down onto the mattress, the heating pad sliding somewhere off to the side of your hip.
âCâmon baby, gotta stay still so I can finish my dinner,â he purrs, not even bothering to look up from the blood drooling between your legs.
Arousal and embarrassment flare through you, lighting you up and burning through your cheeks as he goes back to eating you out. The spread of his fangs pinning your hole wide open as he thrusts the slick muscle of his tongue back into you. Uses it to curl into you wickedly until you moan high and reedy in your throat, aching for more. A thick finger prods at your entrance, alternates thrusting in with his tongue, forcing you to clench down around the intrusion. You can do nothing but lay there and take it, as he fucks you on his fingers and tongue. Thereâs no escape from him and his questing mouth, pinned down as you are.
Your thighs start to shake when he curls a second finger into you, scissors his fingers wide to make it easier to drink you down. Spreads you open and fucks back in as deep as his hand will go. Hooks those fingers into the soft spongy part of your gut that has you seeing stars and pushes as he sucks on your clit again.
âRight there, Jay,â you whine, fighting for breath as your tummy screws up tight. âPlease.â
Jason keeps hitting that spot with his fingers with unerring accuracy, hammering away as he laves over your clit. Itâs the barest hint of teeth dragging across it that sends you burning over the edge, vision whiting out at the corners when you come. Chest heaving as you try to breath through it, body turning to jelly, your cramps are long forgotten in the flood of endorphins.
Jason grins from between your thighs, chin red with your blood and sticky with your slick. Leans over to show you the mess youâve made of his hand, the sticky strings that still cling, connecting it to your twitching cunt. He keeps his eyes locked with yours as he licks it all up, moans at the taste of you and ruts his dick into the bed.
âYou taste so good, honeyâ" you whine at the praise ââjust had to have a little taste. And I was good wasnât I, didnât even bite to get it, so I think I deserve a little dessert too.â
You nod too fucked out and relaxed to move, body nearly one with the bed as your aching muscles melt. He grins, predatory again, and oh you should have seen this coming. Something about wetting his throat with blood always has Jason desperate to get his dick wet too.
Jason slowly feeds his cock into you, smile still stained red. Moves one of your legs to hook around his waist while he carefully keeps the other one pinned over his shoulder as he folds you in two. Heâs big. Heâs always big but in this position you can feel every inch of him, can practically taste your hips giving way as he makes space for himself inside of you. Jason sets a pace that has you shaking under him, eyes wide as he steals the air from your lungs with each deep thrust. Filthy, wet squelching noises stream from your cunt as he fucks it sloppy, driven feral by the scent of blood in the air.
He coos at your wide eyes and slack-jawed expression as you clench tighter and tighter around him. Bends his head to mouth at your neglected breasts and smear them bloody. Jason minds his teeth as he laps and suckles at your tits in a crude approximation of what he just did to your clit. All the while his thrusts speed up, jolt you up the bed as he starts to jackhammer. You wail as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of cum painting your quivering walls. Jason works a hand between you and all it takes is the slightest pressure to set off the chain reaction in you again.
Smug, Jason rolls off to lie beside you, head propped on his hand to watch you gasp and twitch like a gutted fish. He reaches down between your thighs and runs a finger through the mess there, causes you to shiver. Jason licks your combined spend off his finger and sighs with satisfaction. Starts to rub the warm mixture of blood, cum and slick into the skin over your womb in idle patterns.
âYou know, you tasted good before, but I think I like you best when you taste like me.â
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eddie x reader
a follow up to this prompt by @rebelfell
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tw: angst, smut, minors fuck off pls teasing? is that a trigger idk.
âwe need to talk.â the conversation weâve been waiting for after you catch your best friend getting head finally unfolds
âWe need to talk.â
Your blood ran cold, ice in your veins it was practically prickling your skin. The heat on your cheeks bloomed and your gut quaked at the sight of him, covered.Â
Play dumb! Itâll work!Â
âI , m-mean, now?â like right now? You have cum- company! a guestâ we can talk later, yeah?âÂ
The stuttering, calmly hands and the sweat gathered under your armsâ you were a one woman walking circus, missing the clown nose. Â
âWhy are you being so weird?â He leans into your doorframe, tattooed arms cross over his broad and glistening chest.Â
The flush still in his cheeks almost brought you to your knees, but it was the single flick of his tongue on his lips that had you melting and wishing he had licked your lips instead. Fuck.
â⊠besides, you already interrupted my guest, so she leftââ
Your ears perk up at the mention of said whore leaving your apartment, and your eyelashes bat open, âshe left? Why?âÂ
Eddie huffs and puts his tongue in his cheek like he canât believe youâre being so stupid.Â
âCut the shit, okay? Will you just be an adult for a second?âÂ
The smile on your lips falls and you take a step back towards your bed setting your keys down on the nightstand. The silence is anything but quiet. The energy was chaotic and shooting like daggers much like Eddieâs eyes into yours.
âWell?â he asks dramatically, raising his eyebrows to try to get you to speak. Â
Play dumbâ itâs working!Â
âWell what?â you muse innocently.Â
âWhat the fuck was that?â Eddie spits, any softness he brought into this situation had fizzledâdead at the door.Â
âIââ
âForget how to knock?âÂ
âNoââ
âSuuuure, you just thought youâd what? Barge in, ignoring our code?âÂ
âI didnâtâ-there was no hot water! You forgot to pay the water bill!â
âThatâs not how water bills work.â
You stand stunnedâ mouth open to argue but nothing will even come out.
âItâs the water heater for this shitheap building thatâs outâ if you donât believe that I paid the billâcall the water company yourself.âÂ
ââŠoh.â your voice is small, quiet almost unheard.Â
âWow, really great apology.âÂ
âOh relax! Just call her back and explain it was a mistake, who cares? She shouldnât be so uptight.âÂ
Eddie is fuming, blood rushing to his head as he tries not to yell out right. But fuck you were being so difficult.
âYa know⊠I didnât say shit when you had Harrington tied to your bed posts and you couldnât undo the knotsâ did I? Nopeânot a fucking word, I just cut him loose and acted like nothing ever happened!â
You wince, who knew knots were that hard to unlace?
âThat was different!âÂ
âOr the multiple times I caught the fuckinâ Chief slipping out of your room at 5 AM? I even bummed him a cigarette for his morning coffee!âÂ
Your jaw hung to the floor, you didnât know Eddie had any idea that youâd been sleeping with Hopper.Â
âSo? Whatâweâre just airing out dirty laundry now?â you could be venomous too, your rattle sounding off ready to strike.Â
âHow many months did you try gettinâ into Maryâs pants before you dumped her because sheâs married to Jesus Christ her Lord & Savior? Her name is Mary for fucks sake! Not hard!â
His face pulls to anger, âdonât be a bitch!âÂ
âAnd whereâs Gareth? Never see him around anymore, maybe itâs because you ran over his dâ.âÂ
âThat was an accident! I honked and he never moved!âÂ
âHe was deaf Eddie!â you yell back into his face, âor! How about the time I had to pick you up from the Hideout because you got so drunk you pissed your pants?âÂ
âThat was YOU!âÂ
The two of you were standing nose to nose, shouting accusing each other of shit that didnât even matter. Eddie had your back and youâd have his until the end. Cradle to the grave.Â
But this was different, you werenât fighting like siblings or friends, you were both screaming as if you were in pain.Â
Heâs the first to move, shaking his head and turning towards the door. when he speaks his voice is low, angry.
âWhen my door is shut donât open itâturn your ass around and fuck off, got it?âÂ
His words split your skin, vining through your body like sharp thorns. The hot spill of tears were welling in your eyes.Â
âSorry to bother you, assholeâ wonât happen again.â
Heâs on the opposite side when you slam your door in his face. The rain brewed and stewed and finally was ready to fall from the clouds in your eyes.Â
Why were you acting like this?Â
Grabbing your keys you set to leave again, needing an escape so he couldnât hear your wailing cries. But againâ when you opened the door, he was still standing there, only this time he looked pissed.Â
âMove.â
He brushes you off as if he didnât even hear you, âenough.â
âEddie, get out of the way!âÂ
âDo you know how many nights I listened to you fake it for this fuckheads?â How longÂ
Iâve waited for you to admit it?âÂ
He shuts your door behind him as he pushes his way inside.Â
âAdmit what?â
âCâmon, babyâ we havenât been friends for a long time, not really.âÂ
Youâre confused and on the verge of tears, âwhat?!â
Eddie presses forward, head tilted down at you.
 âThose douchebags you bring here canât handle you the way I know you needâŠcoming home to see their boots by the front door makes me absolutely despise you.â
âWho gives a shit? I trip over skanky high heels sometimes too.â
You were missing the point he was trying to make, way over your head.Â
âNever satisfied when they leaveâŠthat little vibrator in the top drawer is not as quiet as you think it is.â
You were throbbing, aching⊠how did he know?Â
He inches forward, and you double back towards the door.
âIââ
âPretty little moans on your lips just minutes after they leaveâŠâm not stupid sweetheart, I know you do it on purposeâ parading around the apartment in your little shorts, never wearing a bra⊠youâre a tease.âÂ
He wasnât right. He couldnât be! Right?
âI hate you, Eddie.âÂ
He stalks forward like a predator eyeing its prey, a stupid smirk on his face.Â
âNoâ No I donât think you do. I think youâre so fucking wound up about me, jealous... Itâs alright, I get it. I bury myself in bitches so youâll get out of my head.â
He takes a ragged breath, his eyes pitch dark, and your back hits the door, he closes in around you, his arms on either side of your head.Â
âI fucking hate you, princess. I hate that it doesnât work.. youâve made me jealous for too fucking long.â
Your body was screaming, angel and devil on your shoulder dancing and holding hands rooting you on.Â
âH-how long?â
His hand falls to your chin, pulling down your bottom lip.
âSenior year. Hellfire. You laughed at one of Jeffâs stupid fucking jokes and my blood ran cold. I wanted you to look at me like you looked at him. That was just the first time I realized I wanted you.â
You shudder, fingers running along his chest, playing with the chain on his neck, âwhy not say anything?â
âDidnât wanna ruin this.âÂ
His lips nearly touch yours, heâs leaning in so close. And you donât pull away.Â
âI think itâs pretty clear that our friendship is over, Eddie. I fucking hate you.âÂ
âI hate you, too sweetheart.âÂ
The tension is thick, spinning with bated breath and sexual desire.Â
âSo, we hate each other?â
âYep.â Eddie muses, angling your chin so he can see your neck.Â
ââŠand we arenât friends?âÂ
He nods silently, pressing his nose to your cheek, âseems to be that way.âÂ
âYouâve ruined everything.â
âGood,â he all but whispers into your ear.Â
â..a perfectly good pair of underwear.âÂ
His breath hitches in his throat, and he licks his lips. âCanât have that.âÂ
âNo, not at all,â you tease, thumbing at your waistband and letting your shorts hit the floor.
He steps back to examine you with wide eyes, letting them narrow as he bites his lip, looking you dead in the eyes.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you exactly how you need to be fucked.âÂ
Pulling him back into you by his chain necklace you ask centimeters from his lips, tasting the heat from his mouth, âwhat are you waiting for?âÂ
He takes a deep breath, hovering his mouth over yours, ânothing, not anymore.â
His tongue hits you first, electric like an eel on your lips, his breath hot as fire. You moan out when his hands grip your ass, pulling you into him with such force you could have toppled over.Â
Eddie is loud too. Groaning with each swipe of your tongue against his.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted you for so long, baby.âÂ
His dick is pressed into your middle, hard and kicking up as your hands reach into his hair, pulling you closer to him as if he were a rope and you were climbing a mountain.Â
He pulls you away from the door to get a quick slap to your ass. Rough and hard and youâre mewling, his rings stinging your skin.Â
Your lips close to his ear you whisper âEddie⊠please.â
He pulls away after leaving a mark on your neck.Â
âYou donât have to beg, Iâll give you whatever you need, however many times you want it, honey.â
His fingers dip into your waistband around your hips as he slides your panties down to your thighs. âLet me see that cunt, show me what I did to you.âÂ
You step out of your panties and he lowers himself to the floor on bent knees. âJesus Christ, look how pretty she is, âm gonna eat this pussy till you cum all over my face.âÂ
You nod dumbly, body on fire from his words, the lust of having his hands touch you in places he never had, places you dreamt he would, has your mind spinning.Â
His bangs tickle your inner thighs, breath fanning on your clit, thumbs spreading you open. He sucks in a breath, whistling low.
A single flick of his tongueâ thatâs all it takes for your eyes to roll, for your back to bend in an arch like you were being exorcized of hellâs worst demons. Your fingernails scratching into the door trying to anchor yourself from grinding on his face until his nose broke.Â
He spits, watching it drip down to your cunt, âdonât ask me to stop.âÂ
Diving in, his tongue is everywhere. Lapping you up, sucking your clit into his mouth. Swirling around like you would while eating an ice cream cone. Your chest heaves and your thighs tremble as he hooks one over his shoulder pressing into him and he gently pushes it back into place, his eyes never leaving your body.Â
When it happens again, he shoves it down with force, nipping at one of your thighs, his lips shiny and wet he groans, âkeep âem put.âÂ
The tip of his middle finger pushes into you, and you squeak out a gasp, leaning forward off the door to take a look at him, and he nearly laughs, âjesus, youâre tight sweetheart, gonna need to work you up a bit.âÂ
He smiles before attaching his mouth to your thigh, sucking a bruise as he fucks you with his fingers, adding a second thatâs easier than the first. Your body rolls with his motions, pushing back against him and you know your orgasm is about to snap.
His tongue replaces his fingers and the heat in your stomach releases, untying the white knot and spilling over his lips as you scream out his name.Â
âThatta girl, fuck look at you, Christ.âÂ
Your eyes open, a strange drunk feeling taking over, as if you were high on a cloud and falling gracefully back to the earth. Opening to see the blackened eyes of the guy youâve called your best friend for years, and if you would have known his tongue could do that, maybe you would have ruined this friendship a lot sooner.
âFuck off Munson,â you mutter, out of breath as your foot gently sets on the ground.
âWhat?â he laughs.
âJust keeping the fact that you eat pussy better than the devil all to yourself huh? Selfish.â
His face splits into a grin laced with evil as he stands, licking his lips, âthatâs not all I can do.âÂ
Heâs on you in a flash, hoising you up into his arms, and using the other to hastily shove his boxers down. âCanât go back after this.âÂ
âOh this is the tipping point? Fucking is gonna ruin it not you just making going down on me?âÂ
He rolls his eyes as he lines himself up with you, âwhat happened to that sweet girl I used to chase in the trailer park, huh?âÂ
You reach around your legs and grab his thick cock and lightly sink down onto it the head barely pushing past your puffy lips, âfuckâŠmet a boy who grew up and started selling weed out of his van, kind of an asshole, really big dick though.â
He thrusts up into you so hard you nearly see black, vision spotty from pleasure alone, you whine his name and he practically comes undone.
âDonât.. shit⊠donât do that, I wonât last. Those noises haunt me⊠been wanting to hear them.â
He holds you tight and fucks you slowly, dragging his cock at a ridiculously slow speed. Groaning when you suck him in deep, biting his neck.Â
âThere it is, the noise that started this whole mess.âÂ
He grins into you stupidly, âIâm glad youâre perverted plan worked, you little hussy.âÂ
His hips move faster and your both whining, accompanied by the slapping of skin on skin. âWater heatersâ been out since last week, âm not stupid babe, youâre the one who called and asked.âÂ
âWhoopsâ oh my goddd,â you squeal before you're panting like a dog and clawing his arms with your nails, he was splitting you wide open and you were near to tears.Â
The tears finally fall when Eddie bottoms out in your cunt, filling you up, grunting your name as he rests his forehead to your shoulderâ completely spent.Â
His lips kiss your collar bone and you twirl a curl away from his face exhausted around his softening length.Â
âPrincess,â he breathes, kissing life back into himself with the sweat from your skin, âif you wanted to fuck, you should have told me sooner, could have saved us a week of cold showers, yâknow?âÂ
You kissed his lips, letting him set you down on the bed so you could both lay back in a lazy post sex high, surrounded by your blankets.Â
âWell maybe you should have fixed it sooner, you are the maintenance manager of the building.â Â
Eddie grins and pins you onto the mattress, his hair falling into your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheeks to catch a rogue eyelash, âcome with me to fix it?âÂ
âHmm..â fingers moving his hair behind his ear, âyou gonna wear that slutty stained white tank top?âÂ
âSlutty? Why, gonna seduce me in the boiler room?â his lips move down your neck and you whimper.Â
âMaybeâŠâ you tease tickling his underarm, âso if I wouldnât have barged into your room⊠what else would you have done?âÂ
Eddie only smiles, thinking of his plan to âbreakâ the air conditioner and hide your hoodies and blankets so youâd have to come to him for warmth.Â
âLetâs just say, you would have ended up as my girl one way or another.âÂ
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we say weâre different but we got the same eyes - r.c
pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x rafe
you needed to stop taking other people shiftâs.Â
itâs not like you wanted to, but at least they were paying you to do so, enough to let you actually chill this summer without stressing about rent or whatever else adulthood decided to throw at you.
all you had to do was show up and do the job. first at lilaâs dinner, now at the bougie country club, as a cart girl.
youâd done this before, and sure, the old men were always a little too handsy with their beer guts hanging over their tacky polos, but at least they tipped well. you could tolerate them. smile, giggle at their half-assed jokes, and let them feel like they still had it.Â
fine. pay me for my pain, grandpa.Â
today however, instead of your usual sugar-daddy wannabes, you were babysitting frat boys. fresh out of their first year of college, probably still hungover from their last keg stand.
nineteen-year-old idiots in pastel shorts and backwards hats, making everything about themselves.
âbro, you remember that party at kappa? dude, swear i blacked out after like, five shots.â
wow, five whole shots? congrats, you absolute child. should i get you a sticker for that?
donât even get started on their conversations about girls. one of them, chad or brad or whatever his stupid name was, just had to loudly detail how some poor innocent girl âtotally wanted him last night but was playing hard to get.â
yeah, bro, she was probably just trying to get through the night without having to mace your entitled ass.
it was constant. the whole damn morning. all they talked about was frat parties, girls they didnât deserve, and how they "couldnât wait to get back to school."
you'd give anything to remind them how utterly irrelevant their frat status was in the real world, but you couldnât. nope. you had to keep your game face on, pour their drinks, and pretend like they werenât giving you a headache that rivaled your worst hangovers.
at least the elderly snobs tipped well. sure, they were pretentious and acted like you were beneath them, but they'd slip you a twenty or more with a smug little wink. that made it easier to tolerate their "iâve been golfing here since before you were born" bullshit.
but these brats?
half the time they forgot to tip at all, and when they did remember, it was a crumpled five like they were doing you some grand favor. and of course, of course, they couldnât just keep their obnoxious, beer-breath comments to themselves. no, they had to make it worse by hitting on youâhard.Â
painfully hard. it was like watching a car crash in slow motion, except instead of pulling over to help, you were stuck right in the middle, praying someone would just tow your ass out.
âyo, whatâs your name again?â one of them asks. bryce, probably. his face just screams bryce.
he's leaning against the cart like he thinks it's going to make him look cool, but really, heâs just sloshing his drink all over the place. classy.
âitâs on my name tag,â you deadpan, pointing to the little badge pinned to your polo. you're not about to give him any more than that.
but he's not letting it go. âoh yeah? cute name for a cute girl. you single or what?â
jesus christ. here we go.
you resist the urge to roll your eyes so hard theyâd get stuck in the back of your head.Â
ââm here to work,â you sigh, voice sweet enough to mask the absolute disdain you're feeling. you know what comes next.
they always think they can charm you if they just keep going, like you are some kind of challenge.
âcâmon, donât be like that,â another one chimes in, this one wearing sunglasses even though it's barely 9 a.m.
who do you think you are, pitbull?Â
he gives you this sleazy grin like he thinks he's smoother than he actually is. âwe could take you out after your shift. grab a drink. bet youâre fun, huh?â
fun? FUN?! if by fun he means fantasizing about driving this cart straight into the water hazard just to escape this conversation, then sure, you're a real blast.
you look around the course, hoping maybe one of the older golfers needs a refill or somethingâanything to get you away from this nightmare. no luck. it's just you and these clowns.
âi donât date customers,â you say, a line youâd perfected at this point.
you plaster on your fakest smile, the kind that said please tip me and then leave me the hell alone. but bryce wasnât giving up.
âyouâre really gonna turn us down? i mean, weâre the best thing on this course right now.â
best thing?
the only thing they're the best at seems to be embarrassing themselves. this is the type of guy who probably thinks buying a girl a drink meant she owns him something.
you can't even be mad; it's almost... sad. almost.
âmaybe you should focus on your game,â you suggest, glancing at his scorecard. âyouâre, what, ten over par already?â
that shuts him up real quick, his face going from cocky to confused like he didn't expect you to know how golf worked.
his friend with the sunglasses? he's still trying.
âwe can show you a good time, yâknow. weâve got a house down on the beach. you like boats?â
ah, yes. the boat move. the go-to for guys who think a half-assed yacht and a cooler full of cheap beer is the height of luxury.
youâd seen it a million times in this godforsaken town.
you're not impressed.
you shoot them another smile, âi like tips.â
they all blink confusedly, clearly not used to a girl calling them out so directly. the frat boys mumble something between themselves, looking awkward for the first time all day.
finally, one of them fishes a crumpled twenty out of his pocket and tosses it your way.Â
oh, wow, big spender.Â
you scoop it up, shoving it into your pocket and giving them a little nod. âthanks, boys. good luck with your game.â
you thought the twenty bucks mightâve bought you a few minutes of peace, but no. they're back at it, swinging at golf balls like they aren't trying to flirt in between their awful shots.
you roll the cart over to the next part of the course, half-listening to their constant chatter.
something about âlast semesterâ this, and âpledge partyâ that. god, they just never stop. it's like someone hit the repeat button on the worldâs most annoying playlist.
one of them calls you over again, like he can't wait five minutes for his next drink. you start prepping them, half tuning them out, just trying to get through it, when suddenly, miraculously, they shut the hell up.
for a second, you think maybe the universe is finally doing you a favor. you don't even question it, just start pouring drinks faster.
a quiet frat boy is a gift. but then you hear it:
âdude!â one of them practically tackles the other, all wide-eyed and hyped up like a little kid who just saw his favorite cartoon character. âis that rafe fucking cameron?!â
oh, for fuckâs sake.
your stomach drops. of course it has to be him. because clearly, your morning isn't being shitty enough. you don't even look at first.Â
one of the guys starts flipping out, hitting his buddyâs shoulder like it's the coolest thing to ever happen.
âbro, no way. no way. thatâs rafe cameron? he used to be the president of our frat, man. two years ago! heâs a fucking legend!â
legend? you almost laugh.
the only legend rafe is to you it's a legendary asshole. a smug, infuriating, gorgeous asshole who you have been avoiding like the plague. the same one who has been blowing up your phone nonstop, trying to get back into your life.
the same one you swore down youâd never sleep with again after he pulled that stunt at the dinnerâand then, of course, ended up in his bed two nights ago. you haven't spoken to him since. youâd been ignoring him againâwell, trying toâbut now here he is. in the flesh. and these idiots are drooling over him like he's some kind of frat god.
you turn your head, and he's striding across the green like he doesn't have a care in the world. of course he looks good. he always does.
wayfarerâs pushed up in his hair, that cocky-ass grin on his face, wearing a polo like he's the face of a country club catalog. you know heâd see you any second. hell, he probably already has.Â
yeah, youâd been avoiding him, and yeah, maybe youâd blocked his number twice, but that didnât stop him from calling with a different one. or from somehow finding you the other night at the party when you were weak enough to let him back in, only to get burned again.
âholy shit, heâs coming this way,â one of the frat boys mutters, shaking with excitement.
you don't move, don't acknowledge him. but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like a sixth sense at this point. you'd crave it so much before, when it was all a silly game in your head, see how much you could push until he cracked and gave into you. now it's a curse.
the boys are watching him approach like he's some kind of celebrity.
âshould we say something to him?â one whispers. âi heard heâs like, killing it in the business world now. familyâs loaded.â
yeah, you think bitterly. killing it. if you count being a trust fund brat as an accomplishment.
rafe's closer now, and you know this moment is inevitable. the frat boys are giddy, already nudging each other, probably ready to beg him for networking advice or whatever the hell frat bros did.
you keep your eyes down, focusing on pouring the drinks, acting like you don't even notice him. like he doesn't phase you in the slightest.
âhey,â a familiar voice drawls. you don't have to lift your head to know it's him. naturally, he stops right by you. because why wouldnât he?
ârafe fucking cameron!â one of the guys yells, unable to keep it together anymore. âyouâre like a legend, man. kappa forever!â
you never cringed so hard in your life.
rafe smirks, that signature look spreading across his face. âyeah, somethin' like that.â
you clench your jaw, forcing yourself to keep your face neutral. no way in hell are you about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he still gets to you.Â
everyone else around you are tripping over their words just to get his attention. it's embarrassing to watch. the kids acting like he's some kind of messiah, not just some white rich guy with a trust fund and a bad attitude half the time.
âman, the outer banks is fucking sick,â one of them says, bouncing on his feet like an overexcited puppy. âweâve been hitting the beaches, bars, yâknow, living it up. and bro, the girls here? smoking hot.â
here we go.Â
you pretend to be very invested in the cooler, rearranging the ice just to keep your hands busy. they're about to start pointing at you any second now; you can sense it.
the way they keep looking over at you made it obvious they're gearing up for something.
and then, like clockwork, it happens.
âyeah, man,â one of them gestures way too enthusiastically in your direction. âthat cart girl over there? weâve been trying all morning.â
oh, fuck right off, you resist the urge to throw a bottle at him.
youâd rather die than hear what lame pickup line is coming next, but what you really don't want to hear is whatever rafe's about to say.
there was a pause, as if he's taking a second to let it sink in. and when he finally does speak, his voice is all smooth confidence, casual as anything.
âso,â he starts, still with smirk you hate and know so well, âyouâve met my girl?â
my girl? my fucking girl?
one of them, manages to stammer, âuhâwait, sheâs⊠sheâs your girl?â
you can feel the tension creeping up the back of your neck. this's exactly why youâve been avoiding him.
no matter what happened between you, no matter how messy things got, he always acted like he owned you in private. never in front of his friends, like just because you ended up in his bed, you were his to claim whenever he felt like it.
still keeping your eyes glued to the drinks, you feel your blood boil. you aren't his fucking girl. you're barely on speaking terms, aside from that one weak moment.
he's only saying it to mess with you.
one of the frat boys lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. âdamn, man. didnât know you were still pulling like that.â he shoots a glance at you again, not even bothering to hide the once-over.
rafe just chuckles, that low, infuriating laugh of his, like he knows exactly how to get under your skin. âwhat can i say?â he drawls, as if the whole thing is just a game to him. âguess iâve still got it.â
you're this closeâthis closeâto snapping. you can feel your fists clenching at your sides. you're not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. not here. not in front of these frat boys who're still looking at you like some kind of trophy.
rafeâs voice is closer now. you don't have to look up to know he's standing right by the cart.
âyou good over there?â he asks, that fake casual tone still lingering.
you don't answer. just kept doing your job, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurts. but he isn't going to let it go. he never did when he wanted to prove a point.
âhey, baby.â he greets you again, leaning in slightly. you can feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. âyou gonna pretend you donât know me now?â
you take a deep breath, finally turning to face him. he's standing way too close, sunglasses pushed up on his head, that stupid expression plastered across his face.
the frat boys are all watching, wide-eyed, like they just stumbled onto some kind of reality show drama.
âyouâre funny, cameron.â the guys all exchange glances, clearly picking up on the tension but too dumb to understand it, âcan you guys give us a minute?â
one of them pipes up with an awkward laugh, âwait, but weââ
you don't let him finish. âone. minute.âÂ
they finally catch on that it isn't a request and before they can awkwardly protest or ask why, rafe tilts his head towards them, craning his neck just enough to raise a single brow. the change in his posture is subtle but enough to have them clamming up instantly.
like magic, their frat-boy bravado melts right off. it's wild how fast a bunch of college boys can shrink under the gaze of someone like him.
the power trip theyâve been riding for the last hour stop.
âuh, yeah, you know what?â one of them coughs out, backing up so fast he almost trips over his golf bag. âwe should, uh⊠weâll hit the bathroom. real quick.â
âyeah, yeah, weâll be right back,â another one adds, practically stumbling over himself to follow.
they scatter like scared puppies, tails tucked between their legs, and you can't help the small, satisfied smirk that twitches at the corner of your mouth.
finally, a moment of peace.
except, it's not peace. not with rafe standing there.Â
as soon as the frat boys are out of earshot, you spin around, without thinking, you shove him in the chest with both hands, hard enough to catch him off guard. he stumbles back a step, his face twisting into a look of surprise.
"are you fucking crazy?" you snap, "do you not get the fucking hint, country club? i donât want this. i donât want you here, and i sure as hell donât want your bullshit claims that âm your girl in front of those idiots. leave. me. alone.â
he steadies himself, raising both hands as if trying to calm you down. ââm trying to be better, okay? âm trying. i apologized the other night, didnât i? âmââ
âno, you didnât!â you look at him like he's the dumbest man on earth, cutting him off, your hands balled into fists at your sides. âyou didnât apologize! you said i was overreacting, that i was being âdramatic.â then, you fucked me and acted like that made it all better.â
his jaw tightens, and he takes a deep breath as he glances around the mostly empty golf course before his eyes move back to you, his voice low but firm. "thatâs not how i meant itâ"
âyou always have an excuse,â you interrupt, stepping closer, not backing down. âevery time, itâs the same thing. you think a half-assed apology or a night in bed makes up for the way you treat me in public? like âm just some thing you get to claim whenever you feel like it?"
he visibly recoils at the word you chose, like it hurts him, âi know,â he finally mutters âi know i was a dick at that dinner. but âm trying, okay? iâve been calling you, texting youââ
âi didnât ask. am i that good in bed? go find someone else.â
rafeâs hand flies up to pinch the bridge of his nose, a frustrated sigh escaping him. he draggs his tongue against his cheek. his voice coming out clipped, âi donât want someone else,â he grunts out, sounding more exasperated than ever. âjesus fucking christ.â
you let out a laugh, stepping back, eyes rolling.
âoh, right. thatâs it? âm really that good in bed, huh? thatâs why youâre here?â you cross your arms, your tone biting, daring him to say otherwise. âthatâs all this has ever been, right? physical. you donât call unless you want something. so what now? why are you trying so hard? what the hell are you trying for?â
he doesn't respond right away, his fingers are digging into the bridge of his nose like he's trying to hold himself together. the silence continues, and you can see him wrestling with his words. he's never been the type to say what he was feeling.
everything is buried under layers of cocky bravado, that impenetrable wall he put up to keep everyone at armâs length. including you.
finally, he dropps his hand and takes a step closer, his voice coming out rough like he's forcing the words out. ââm here because i donât want someone else. i want you, alright? can you just get that through your fucking head?â
you scoff, âbecause i know you and wonât get attached?â
he snaps, raising his voice, âno! fuck, itâs not that simple.â
"not that simple?" your hands are shaking, and you accidentally knock over one of the bottles youâd been holding before, sending it tumbling to the ground. you don't bother picking it up.
âitâs pretty fucking simple. weâre just fucking. so, tell me, what exactly is complicated about that? you call, i come over, we have sex, and thatâs it. so why the fuck do you start ignoring me in public like âm some kind of fucking disease?â
rafe opens his mouth, but you don't spare him the chance to speak, you're on a roll, months of pent-up frustration.Â
âi donât give a fuck if youâre with someone else, rafe!â you can hear the bitterness dripping from every word. you're practically spitting them out, âwhat pisses me off is that you had the audacityâthe fucking nerveâto ask me to stay that night. do you know how fucking stupid i felt? how the fuck do you think i felt when you acted like i didnât exist the next day?â
you can feel your hands trembling again, the adrenaline making you shaky, cursing under your breath.
âfor once, i was nice enough to care about you, to stay, and thatâs the shit you pulled. treated me like a ghost. like i was nothing.â
he just stands there, staring at you, his jaw tight, but he doesn't say a word. his face is hard to read, but you don't care about his feelings. you're not done yet.
âi was fine with the sex. i was fine with leaving afterwards and then you had to go and fuck it all over.â
rafeâs blue eyes flash, and you can see the realization hit him, like he's connecting the dots too fast for your liking.
his brows furrow as he breathes out, âwait. youâre mad at me because i made youââ he hesitates, like the word is foreign in his mouth, âcare for me?â
you let out a harsh, bitter laugh. âoh, for fuck's sake, country club. don't flatter yourself.â
âyou always do that shit,â he points out, stepping closer âyou never call me by my name when weâre having a serious conversation. it's almost like youâre running away.â
you arch an eyebrow, incredulous. âare you delusional? youâre the one acting like a child.â
ââm not being delusional. you only say my name in my room when itâs just the two of us.â he leans in slightly, lowering his voice as if he's trying to keep this moment between you, his blue eyes lock onto yours making your stomach twist. ââm clearly not the only one whoâs pretending here; youâre just as bad.â
you feel the heat rush to your cheeks as you walk back, trying to create space, but he closes the distance with easy confidence.
âpretending? please. âm not the one playing house in my bedroom while acting like i donât know you outside of it.â
rafe lets out a low, frustrated groan, running his hand through his hair like he's close to losing it.Â
âgod, youâre fucking infuriating,â he mutters, voice gruff, âyou think i donât fucking feel it too? youâre the only one pissed off, the only one confused?â his voice dipps lower in frustration. âi canât stop thinking about you, no matter how hard i try. "
âoh, boo-fucking-hoo,â you mocked back, âmust be so hard, huh? being obsessed with a girl you canât even respect in public.â
his hand reaches out to grab your wrist. you gasp, not out of fear but because the heat of his touch awakes the resting butterflies in your stomach. you hate how much your skin reacts to him, how just the feel of his grip makes your brain go foggy and shut down.
âi do respect you,â he growls, as if you just insulted him, âi justâfuck.â his eyes dart between yours, as if searching for something. then, like clockwork, he points at your work uniformâthe stupid polo and that absurdly short skirt that's practically a sin in itself.
âthis,â he grits out, fingers gesturing to the tight polo that does absolutely nothing but make your boobs look way too inviting, âis not okay.â
you blink, pretending to be unaffected, but his words have a way of crawling under your skin.
âoh, right,â you nod sarcastically, even though your pulse has kicked up a notch. âblame my uniform, like thatâs the reason you canât keep your hands to yourself.â
rafe groans like you're causing him actual physical pain, his hands gripping the edge of the golf cart now, knuckles turning white.
âshit, yeah, iâll blame the uniform,â he says, eyes blazing as he corners you. âthat tiny-ass skirt, walking around in front of me all day, making me lose my goddamn mind.â
just like that, his hand slide right under your mini skirt, his fingers gripping a handful of your ass with a confidence that makes your breath hitch.
the sudden contact sends a rush of heat through you, and a soft gasp escapes your glossy lips.
thatâs when he takes his chance.
with another low groan, rafe seizes the moment, pressing his body against yours, leaning down as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth, the kiss deepening in an instant.
it's not sweetâyou can tell that now because you know that hidden part of him, you can tell the difference when it comes out. today he's desperate like heâs been waiting to it for days and can't take it anymore.
he's a starved man on a mission. it's a feverish mess of spit and teeth, his grip on you impossibly tight.
his hand still kneads your ass, blunt fingernails digging into your skin trying to keep you from bolting away. at the same time, his other hand slides up to your neck, firm but not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you locked in placeâhe's daring you to pull away, knowing full well you won't.
logic doesn't stand a chance against the way his lips move against yours, he's sucking all the fight from you.
his tongue slides against yours, and your stomach jumps at the sensation, making you gasp. you try to pull back for a second, needing air, needing space, but his grip on your neck tightens, holding you in place as his lips move against yours like he'll die if you stop.
and maybe he would. maybe he's just as messed up about all of this as you are.
rafeâs teeth scrape against your bottom lip, and right then and there, you know your panties are already ruined. you can't stop the small whimper that escapes your throat, and he moans at the sound, his hips pressing harder against yours, making you feel just how much he wants you.
âfuck,â he almost whines against your lips, like he's barely keeping himself from fucking you out there in the open, not giving a shit if anyone's watching. his hand on your neck glides around to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as he tuggs slightly, tilting your head back so he can kiss you even harder, his lips moving against yours in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. âyou have no idea what you do to me.â
the truth is, you do. you know exactly what you do to him because he's doing the same thing to you.
but there's no way in hell youâll admit that. not when he already has you completely under his spell, melting into his touch, drowning in the way he kisses you like he owns you.
you attempt to hold onto that edge of disdain you always throw his way when things get too personal. his breath is hot and ragged as he hovers.
his hand, still tangled in your hair, loosens slightly but stays there. it's so fucking unfairâthe way he just sneaks under your skin, the way your body betrays you every time he gets close. you hate it.
especially with the way his fingers are already sliding up your bare thigh under that ridiculously skirt, as if he owns every single inch of you, like he has a goddamn right to touch you like that.
and instead of pushing him away like you should, you find yourself leaning into him. and fuck, the look in his eyesâall black, wild, like he it's his last shred of self-controlâis enough to make your pulse skyrocket.
âasshole,â it comes out weak, pathetic and almost breathless, and you hate yourself for it.
âyeah,â he whispers back, lips brushing yours, his hand still in your hair, still holding you close. âbut you like it.â
god, maybe you did.
the frat boys finally return, their laughter breaking the bubble that had you on a leash.
within seconds, you're pushing rafeâs hands away, stepping back as of them claps him on the back.
âwe miss anything?â
ânah, just catchinâ up,â rafe said, brushing off the whole thing as if it's no big deal.
you, on the other hand, pick up one of the empty glasses, avoiding eye contact with any of them.
one of the guys chuckles. âman, you two⊠yâall good?â
no. not when there's the slightest of the slightest possibility that you're starting to feel something for him. not the stupid crush you had before, or the simple curiosity of figuring out how he was in bed.Â
real, scary, big girl feelings.Â
no way. not after everything. not after he pulled that same crap, acting like you didnât know you in front of his friends, then turning around and getting all possessive when it suited him.
 âbetter than ever.â
eyes locked on rafe, you bite out the final blow.
âyeah, better than ever. just like every other fucking rich frat boyâusing daddyâs money, pretending youâre a god. but deep down, youâre all the same. losers. why donât you keep them company, huh? youâre all family after all.â
his blue eyes drop to the green field at the mention of his dad, but he keeps quiet despite realizing youâre doing this on purpose.
heâll let you have this one because he knows itâs deserving. fuck heâd probably let you punch him in the face if you asked him to.Â
you turn on your heel and walk away, leaving him behind, knowing you hit him exactly where it hurt.
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