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guys I might be discovering something lately--
#I MEAN LMAO I've always been clinging more to males but then I started to think more abt Claudia and uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh#and there's the demi thing bc idk I need to know better the character to start feeling sumthin like lmaoooooo I've met Claudia for a while#but i took a bit more to realize the gay shit bc my family prob planted sum denial inside my head WHICH I'VE BEEN FINNA GETTING FREE OF IT#LIKE... she fucking awakened my gay side heLP#there's also my genderfluid thing like sometimes I might get into feeling myself as male and liking males which is also very gay so like#very double gay IDK#ANYWAY I'M HAPPY I'VE BEEN DISCOVERING A BIT MORE ABOUT MYSELF#It was just a matter of time of me getting finna away from my mostly conservative family that I stopped denying my true self like#SINCE I WAS A KID I remember saying I was a boy in the body of a girl or something#AAND I used to ALSO compliment an specific girl the same way I compliment boys. in a... kid having a crush way y'kno#I also used to find some girls very pretty like#my inner child knew the gay shit; thank god amen#best thing I've done was getting out of that old house. life gud#not sorry for the text wall deal with it#random#shitpost#silent hill#silent hill 3#vincent smith#claudia wolf#lgbtq#demisexual#demibisexual
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i am fucking Thinking about how death is handled in destiny 2 once again.
in regards to guardians itâs almost treated as like a joke or something deeply unserious? possibly even alien in a way due to how we kill and destroy and wreck havoc against our alien foes, but we ourselves never die. itâs really interesting to me cause there really isnât a lot that can permanently kill a guardian so it makes sense weâd have this perception. like off the top of my head you have weapons of sorrow, hive rituals where the light is drained from a guardian, and paracausal beings which ofc includes other guardians. but that isnât a lot, most deaths are not permanent and so this perception of death among guardians seems like death really isnt that big of a deal.
we jump off the tower and then get resurrected and have a little laugh about it. guardians constantly kill each other for fun in crucible. we are always doing incredibly stupid shit but we are rewarded because our enemies do not share in our immortality. itâs fascinating bc this not only makes us become riskier as time goes on due to being rewarded (enemies defeated) for our lack of self preservation, but this also makes guardians as a whole uniquely unsuited to handle grief and loss. if you spend your whole unlife winning and thinking that if a friend dies theyâll just come right back, itâs such a shock if (or rather when) they actually do die permanently. and then that guardian has to spend the rest of their immortal, undying life remembering. they have to live with that while they watch the newer guardians flood into the tower with the same naive disposition as they once had.
iâm sure guardians know theoretically they could die permanently at any point, especially because of those like dredgen yor, but i feel like for most itâs one of those things that most would say âwell that would never happen to meâ until it does happen. guardians seem to just have this inability to let go and it makes me want to bite drywall because i think abt it too long and start going feral. like!! the past may be the past but it sure doesnât feel like it when youâre immortal and you remember that shit clear as day!!! aghhhh pacing around my room in circles and eating ROCKS
#chat iâm back in the fucking building (being obsessed with how games deal with death)#so sorry if this is incoherent or rambley itâs like 2am and i got hit with the most intense case of brain worms#iâm simply feeling extra silly tonight ig#also sorry if the breaks in text are weird. tumblr formatting wants me dead but also i didnât want just a wall of text#destiny 2#destiny the game#whispers from the garden
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uhhh i have to disagree, the worst in 2006 was absolutely Not accidentally seeing porn and im earnestly really happy for you, whoever that was, that that was how your kid internet years were
No, kids should not have unsupervised acess to the internet.  Yes, I got that and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.  Its a paradox.
#i think old internet and now have their pros and cons#there's a lot i prefer abt the past but. i definitely do not think it was ever a really Good Place.#i think the sorts of lasting damage you were likely to get were Different#yes the lack of 5 diff corporations owning literally everything back then was awesome!#but i think the internet is generally safer now from like extreme psychological blunt force trauma#it can still happen to you of course but not as easily as back then imo#tbh i'm even willing to go as far as to say i don't think nazi shit is all that big a deal irt indoctrinating kids#you think they're going to read walls of text of esoteric racist shit#again. it CAN happen and yes i think the internet is much more visibly politically charged now#but i think the internet is overall a less bad but also less fun place to roam as a kid now#i'm sorry i'm trying not to full blown argue on tumblr but i think that rb is really bad and irresponsible
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i just do not know how to respond to people on grindr who turn you into their psychiatrists without your consent. i understand that this is from a place of desparation and instability so I can not just not respond or respond harshly but I also think that it is overstepping boundaries, and I truly truly hate being put in that position by strangers and I never know how to get out of it.
#i try to be understanding and I try to give them contacts to people trained in dealing with these things who can actually give them#help or further contacts to get the help they need#but the response is always a wall of text about how futile it is#and perhaps it is but what can i do im sorry please this is not the way to do it either
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OMFG THIS COMMENT. GUISE. THAT LAST SENTENCE IS SO FUCKING RAW
edit: i see a lot of people arguing over the 'eat the rich' thing and i'd like to clear up my standing currently! i know they aren't the same kind of fancy multi-million corporation that our beloved phrase talks about, and the reason i agree to a point with this comment is that watcher is evidently trying to become that. they're doing some shitty things in regards do disregarding poorer fans, and are seemingly blatantly ignoring the economic crisis by saying 'everyone can afford that!', all in direct contrast to their entire branding of being leftist and openly supporting things like eat the rich.
"You said 'eat the rich' then handed us the forks, laid on the plate, and expected us to spare you?" at least from my understanding isn't flat-out saying watcher are now the rich we eat, but are well on the track to becoming so, and are quickly developing the same ego.
BUT!! don't like people directly hating on steven like that!! they're all grown men who can make their own decisions, and pretending like shane and ryan are out little baby beans and then calling steven evil and whatnot isn't okay. they can all be held equally accountable. though i do somewhat understand being the most disappointed in shane, as he's the one who speaks on shit like eating the rich the most, and is generally more outward with his ideals, so it's perfectly reasonable to feel betrayed more deeply. but bottom line is they're all equally accountable for this decision.
some shit we can't take back. i probably got pissed and said some weird/uncool shit initially because of the intense emotions i was dealing with, which other people amplified. i do regret some of the things i've said to a point when it comes to being hateful, but i can't just un-say it all, so i'm not even going to try. i'm going to leave everything be and allow it to serve as something to look back on for what not to do in future circumstances. while this new path for watcher is, in my opinion, not the smartest and generally really shitty, they're human beings who make mistakes, and they deserve our acknowledgement of that.
in short, i don't like it but i'll stop being a bitch about it because they don't deserve that. also sorry for the wall of (probably incoherent lmao) text i got passionate <3
edit 2: guys. im screaming. the apology was amazing imo and i genuinely think they really mean it, like it doesn't seem bullshitted. i think they realized they fucked up for reals and feel bad. im so happy for them, but also for us as fans. yay :D
#watcher#watcher entertainment#we are watcher#shane and ryan#ryan bergara#ghoul boys#shane madej#i cant even bring myself to type 'all hail the watcher' as a tag anymore#sighhh
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I can't believe how close the poll is when Rose Quartz embodies this trope. With Steven Universe there is no escaping the chokehold she has on the narrative, from start to end.
In the beginning the show starts off with how Steven exists because she gave up her existence and he struggles to live up to the expectations of her loved ones. However, as the narrative progresses it continues to be shaped by Rose, except it starts being shaped by the repercussions of her actions when she was alive, by the secrets she kept, the people she hurt the war that she started. The narrative just kept finding new ways to be haunted by her.
After the season 5 finished you'd think that she was done haunting the narrative and it was time to live happily ever after. Except then the movie happened where there was a new threat in the form of another person she hurt while alive. And then in the epilogue Steven had to deal with all the trauma her haunting of the narrative caused, and during the series another way she hurt yet another character was revealed.
Rose Quartz's actions created the narrative, and with the extent and many different ways she haunts the narrative she should not lose round one, regardless of how people feel of her. Even 16 years after her death her impact on the plot is still strongly felt
Haunting the Narrative Round 1
Haunting the narrative means that the characterâs absence heavily impacts the plot. Theyâre not present when their influence is most strongly felt, whether theyâre alive or dead!
#Rosesweep#I'm sorry to Maria who has to deal with facing someone who embodies this trope so much round one#while I've heard her death was tragic and greatly shaped Shadow#Rose affected so many characters who then shaped the narrative as a result of her actions#long post#sorry about the wall of text
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DISAPPROVAL, t. owens
word count | 1.6k
pairings | tyler owens x fem!storm chaser!reader
summary | in which javi disapproves of his sisterâs relationship
warnings | contains spoilers for the movie!! mentions of death, tornadoes, and panic attacks. brother-sister fighting, slight angst. one use of ây/nâ. not proofread. lowercase intended.Â
a/n | i literally canât stop thinking about this movie. tyler owens x javiâs sister has me in a choke hold
you had never been the type to run from your fears, not now and definitely not five years ago. you used to storm chase with kate carter and your brother, javi, as well as three other of your friends. the six of you, led by kate, had come together to see if it was really possible to reduce the intensity of a tornado. you knew that the experiment would be dangerous, but it had never fully occurred to you that you or anyone else could die. that was a mistake you swore you would never make again.Â
five years had passed and you still were waking up, sweating and shaking from the horrid night where you lost three of your closest friends. you shakily tore the covers from your body, walking quietly to the bathroom so as to not wake the sleeping body still in bed. you closed the door to the bathroom before turning on the light. you turned the sink on, splashing water on your face as a sigh escaped your mouth. you gripped the sides of the sink, attempting to center yourself. âfuck.â
âbabe, you in there?â you jumped when tyler knocked on the door, your breathing quickening once more. âbabe?â tyler turned the door knob, pushing it up to see you slowly sliding down the wall as you began to hyperventilate. he rushed to your side, which wasn't far in the cramped bathroom. he helped you to the floor, sitting in front of you. âhey, hey, let's just sit down. just breathe with me, okay?â you nodded, following tyler in his exaggerated breathing, feeling as your heart rate began to slow down. âyouâre okay, youâre safe.â you nodded, finally noticing the tears streaming down your face.
âsorry, ty, i didnât mean to wake you.â you apologized through sniffles, wiping at your nose.Â
âyou didnât wake me. plus, i just wanted to make sure you were okay.â you still felt guilty about it, about him constantly dealing with your nightmares and panic attacks. you felt guilty that you still pushed yourself to storm chase even though you are terrified of losing the ones you love most. you knew you shouldnât push that guilt or fear away, but there was another part of you that just wanted to help people. âwhy donât we go get some breakfast?â tyler helped you to your feet, the two of you trudging over to the diner across from the motel.Â
breakfast had been mostly silent, tyler trying to start a conversation but you were too stuck in your head. your knee anxiously bounced as you realized you would be heading to oklahoma, and that you were more than likely to run into your brother javi. you had talked to javi a lot over the phone, but it had been at least a year since you had last seen him in person. heâd been begging you for a few weeks now to leave tyler and the wranglers behind and to join his crew and help with a new tornado scanning system. you knew javi just wanted to help people, but the people funding his projects did not have the same interests at heart. âyou ready?â you looked, not hardly having touched your food, accepting tylerâs extended hand. âbooneâs getting pretty antsy about leavinâ. dudeâs been blowing up my phone for like the last thirty minutes.â you giggled when tyler showed you his phone with nearly fifty texts from boone.
âiâm surprised heâs even up, let alone ready to hit the road.â tyler tossed an arm over your shoulders, placing a delicate kiss on your temple as you walked back to the motel.
âyeah, well, best not to keep the man waiting.â tyler went to grab your stuff from the motel room before checking out, leaving you to rig up the gps.Â
âboone! you ridinâ with us?â you shouted over to boone who was talking with dexter, dani, and lily. âweâve got a seat open for you as well, ben.â you smiled to the journalist, who thought you to be the only sane one of the group. ben smiled at you, his body language showing he was clearly uneasy. âdonât worry, the ride to oklahoma shouldnât be too bad.â
âit's not that ride that iâm worried about.â before you could question him, boone hopped in beside him, tyler entering the driverâs seat not a moment later.Â
âletâs ride!â boone whooped, tyler tearing out of the parking lot. you couldnât seem to find it in yourself to be hyped up like your boyfriend and friend, too anxious about seeing your brother. he had already disapproved of you riding with the wranglers, you couldnât imagine how heâd react when he found out you were dating tyler owens of all people.
at some point during the ride, you had fallen asleep only to be startled awake by boone, camera in hand as he yelled out the truck. âsorry, babe.â tyler quietly apologized to you, squeezing your hand. you squinted out the window, your stomach dropping at the sight of javi and kate, stood side by side. all the shouting and cheering seemed to be muted when your eyes locked with javiâs. even though you were nervous, the sight of your big brother brought a soft smile to your face.Â
tyler put the truck in park, the crowd surrounding them. you pushed the door open, hopping down as tyler got the crowd chanting. boone was walking around, filming, while dani, lily, and dexter began to sell the merchandise. you stood off to the side, watching tyler do his thing, a smile gracing your lips. you looked around, catching kateâs eye, her eyes lighting up at the sight of her friend. she walked over to you, engulfing you in a hug before you had time to say anything. âkate! i wasnât expecting to see you here!â you laughed, gripping kate tightly.Â
âi didnât realize you were still chasing, i thought you would at least be riding with javi.â you tensed slightly at your brotherâs name, pulling back from kateâs arms.Â
âuh, yeah, iâve just decided to ride with the wranglers this season.â your tenseness didnât go unnoticed by kate, but before she could ask you anything your attention was brought to your brother waltzing over. âjavi!â your nerves dissipated when javi threw his arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
âiâve missed you, sis.â you let out a sigh, trying not to let the tears well in your eyes.
âiâve missed you too, javi.â you pulled back, now seeing your crew watching you. the crowd had mostly left, and the sight of you hugging a man that wasnât tyler had them concerned. âwhy donât you come meet my crew?â you knew javi had no interest in meeting your crew, but you wanted him to see they werenât just daredevils with a need for a thrill. âhey, guys, i want you to meet my brother, javi, and my good friend, kate!â everyone but boone and tyler had come to meet them. âjavi, kate, meet dexter, lily, and dani! oh, and ben! heâs a london journalist writing a piece on american storm chasing.â you pointed to each member, getting soft âhellosâ and ânice to meet yousâ.Â
ânice to meet you guys!â kate smiled, javi not saying anything. you felt a pang in your heart when javi didnât seem to take the people you considered to be some of your closest friends.Â
âwell, who do we have here?â you turned to see tyler and boone walking toward you, a large smile breaking out on your face. âyou must be javi, and⊠kate, right?â kate nodded, shaking tylerâs hand.
âkate, javi, this is boone, and this is tyler owens.â tyler walked to your side, slinging an arm loosely around your shoulder while boone waved, going to put the camera back into the truck. ânice to meet you both.â he tipped his hat to the two. you watched javi closely, he practically had steam coming out his ears at the sight of tylerâs arms around your shoulder. javi had always been overprotective, and you wished he would realize you can hold your own. âweâre headinâ out in a few, âkay?â you nodded, tyler pressing a kiss to your temple before jogging over to boone. you looked back to javi who was red in the face, and kate who was clearly shocked.
âjaviââ you started, javi pulling you to a quiet spot away from everyone else.
âreally? tyler owens?â he spat out tylerâs name like it was venom. âcâmon y/n, heâs an idiot who drives into tornadoes! he doesnât give a shit about anyone, especially those affected by said tornadoes!â tears welled in your eyes, anger bottling up.Â
âoh, and you do? javi! your investors donât give any shits about these people! they only care about the money! and you, youâre helping them by getting this data!â you wiped at the tears that spilled over, âwe help people, javi! we sell the merch to pay for the supplies, and the revenue we make off the streams and videos go to families in need. we just donât show that part on the internet.â it seemed to dawn on javi that you would have never ridden with the wranglers for as long as you had if you werenât helping people. âtyler treats me well, and maybe youâd have seen that if you weren't so busy making assumptions about him.â you spat at him before turning on your heel, walking toward the truck, actively ignoring javiâs shouting.Â
âyou okay?â tyler asked, noticing your rosy cheeks. âwant me to beat his ass?â you glared at him, a smile tugging at your lips. tyler was mostly all bark and no bite.
âno, he just needs time.â you reached up, kissing tyler before taking his hand in yours and walking back to the truck. javi watched as tyler opened your door and helped you in, watching tyler stare lovingly at you. and javi knew that he had fucked up.
#angelicsoka#tyler owens imagine#tyler owens x reader#twisters#twisters imagine#javi rivera#javi rivera x reader#javi rivera x sister!reader#tyler owens x y/n#tyler owens x rivera!reader#glen powell x reader#glen powell imagine#glen powell#imagine
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Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that sheâs not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that sheâs sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while heâs with The boys and sheâs in her pjâs telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times đ„č
Sleepy baby
As requested above
Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.
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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.
You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.
Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.
At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.
But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.
You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.
Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.
The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.
"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.
"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.
"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.
All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.
"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.
"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"
Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.
Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby đ đ'
He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.
"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"
If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.
What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.
He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.
"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.
"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them
"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.
"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"
You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.
"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.
"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.
"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.
"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.
He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby đđ - I really do love you â€ïžđ'
#rafe cameron#outer banks rafe#outerbanks#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron fanfiction#outerbanks fic#rafe cameron fic
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Starting Over: Chapter 2 - Broken
Mob!Bucky x Female Reader
Series Masterlist
When Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending.
I'm sorry, part 2 got a little out of hand in length so I've decided to split it up into different chapters! There should only be one more part after this (maybe??!) Hope you enjoy! This is more of Bucky's POV and gives some more insight into what happened. Thanks for all your engagement with this series, as always comments and reblogs are appreciated! Unfortunately I no longer use taglists.
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Your phone sat on Buckyâs desk as he stared at it blankly. He wasnât really sure what he expected, maybe that youâd call it, or it would magically reveal some sort of answers to the many questions he had. But it didnât. It just laid there, about as useful as a rock. A âbabe, how are you?! we need to hang out soon!â notification from Natasha had lit up the screen an hour or so before, but otherwise it just continued to sit silently â an insulting prompt that mocked him with your absence, the clock on the screen taunting him with how late it had become.
He'd had a glance at the checking and credit card accounts heâd set up for you, but they hadnât been touched. In fact, nothing had been touched. None of your clothes had moved, your toiletries remained in the bathroom. You hadnât even appeared to have taken any shoes with you. Natashaâs casual check-in text suggested your friends were unaware of what had happened. Youâd justâŠvanished. A ghost in the night.
He felt nauseous, his gut churning. Heâd tried to find the CCTV footage of you leaving, but the image was grainy â he could hardly make you out. The cameras had been acting up lately, he needed Steve to get them fixed. He kept thinking about you wandering out into the night by yourself, no money, no plan, how heâd forced you out into the cold. The one person he swore to protect, to keep safe.
His guilt was eating him alive.
But then he thought of the recording. Your voice so clear, laughing with the fed â mocking Bucky, calling him names and sneering at his gullibility. He could hardly believe it all at first. Not you? Not his doll, who had opened him up to love in ways he could have never imagined. Surely it couldnât have been you, who had uprooted his life for the better, who had hit him like a whirlwind, changing his very being forever in all the best ways?
But heâd checked in with Banner who ran the tech and had confirmed you had been there. Your phone had pinged the cell tower in that exact spot theyâd tracked the meeting point to. Theyâd even found a CCTV clip of you getting in a strange car that day, despite telling Bucky you were having Wanda over for a girlâs night. The audio was delivered by his own men, verified by their informant. The evidence was overwhelming.
âIt was so easyâ you had giggled cruelly on the clip, the words burned into his memory, âI just fluttered my eyelashes a few times and he was asking me to move in after a few weeks. I barely lifted a finger yet he swallowed everything I gave him and asked for more. Now I know how his whole operation worksâŠbut I need more time on the Stark deal. Just give me a bit longer and Iâll have that one-armed pussy spill everything after a few more âI love yousâ and dirty fucks. I promise...â
Of course heâd seen red. How could he not? Heâd always been hot-tempered (passionate, his mother used to say), and the recording had destroyed his entire world in a matter of seconds. Aside from the betrayal, the pain, he felt humiliated. Heâd finally been vulnerable with someone, shared intimacy in ways heâd never experienced with another person â only to find out it was all a lie. A trick. A joke. It affirmed his biggest fear â that he had been correct to build those walls, to protect himself from anyone who would use his feelings against him. Love could be exploited as a weakness, and heâd turned up to the fight unarmed.
In his mind, heâd not thrown you out â not sweet, beautiful you. Not you who held him close in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest, not you who traced his scars with her fingers and encouraged him to take off his prosthetic when you were intimate if he wished to. Not you, who stayed up late on his birthday just to present him with a homemade cake when he came home after an exhausting meeting â insisting he blew out the candles. Did she ever even exist? Heâd always joked you were too good to be true. Now heâd accidentally manifested that into reality.
No. Heâd thrown out her. The woman who had been gathering intel on him since the moment the two of you had met. The woman who exchanged kisses for information. The woman who had laughed about all of this as she gleefully ratted on him, delighting in her prowess over the foolish, lovesick mob boss sheâd so easily toppled. The woman whoâd callously worn the mask of someone who loved him. She was thrown out of his house, out of his embrace.
Unfortunately, the two versions of you were one and the same.
But at least he knew better, now. Heâd go back to casual sex and pretty girls hanging off his arm. Easy. Fun. Uncomplicated. The walls would go back up and they wouldnât come down again. Deep down heâd always known that men like him werenât meant to be loved, that they werenât worthy of genuine affection. Not all voids could be filled. People like you, or at least who he thought you were, were not for him. They deserved better. Youâd always deserved better. Heâd had a brief taste of happiness, but that was all he deserved. The universe would continue to punish him for his many bad deeds.
The only thing left to do was finally go to bed, but a solemn knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He could tell it was Steve.Â
âSteve?â he called, checking his watch. It was late, heâd assumed his second in command had already gone home.
Steve entered looking sullen. He was tensely holding his phone, and someone appeared to be on FaceTime with him. He cautiously extended it to his long-time friend.
âIâm sorry, Buckâ, he said gravely.
âSteve..what?â Bucky asked as he gingerly took the phone from him. Sam looked back at him from the small screen, his solemn expression mirroring Steveâs.
âBuckyâŠIâm sorry,â Sam said quietly in that same tone, filling Bucky with a sinking dread.
Something was very wrong here.
âWhat is it?â He fired angrily at Sam, âjust spit it outâŠâ
Sam flipped the camera around to face what looked like a heap of old rags on the ground. He appeared to be in a parking garage, surrounded by nothing but concrete and darkness. It was hard to make anything out.
âWhat am I looking at here?â Bucky squinted at the camera as he tried to focus the image. Steve silently observed over his shoulder.
âTell him what you just told us,â came the sound of Samâs furious voice off-camera.
Bucky watched with confusion at the screen as Sam's boot suddenly kicked out at the heap, and the heap moved.
And then he clicked.
The âheapâ was a man.
The man groaned and cried out as Bucky realised the âragsâ were ripped, bloody clothes. He rolled over in obvious pain as Sam manoeuvred the camera to get a better look. As the man turned over, Bucky recognised his face.Â
It was one of his own.Â
âRumlow?â Bucky asked with confusion.Â
Behind him, Steve moved closer and leaned forward to watch the screen. âJust watch, Buckâ he said sombrely. Â
Rumlow looked up at the phone, blearily staring into the lens as he squinted at the phone light. His face was bruised and bloodied. Someone had given him a good going over.Â
âIt was me. Alright? I did it,â Rumlow groaned.
âDid what?â Bucky sneered, still not entirely clear on where this was going â but already feeling his anger mounting.
Rumlow sighed heavily and Sam gave him another swift kick to the ribs to encourage him to continue.Â
He moaned out in pain and closed his eyes. âAaargh. AlrightâŠI did it! I did it okay! I made the recording!â he spat.
Buckyâs eyes darkened as comprehension of the situation unfolding began to take hold. His fist tightened around the phone screen. âWhich recordingâŠRumlow?â He asked, his voice sinisterly calm.Â
Rumlow paused and spat a wad of blood onto the floor. Bucky recognised the look of fear building in the manâs eyes, heâd seen it many times before. Rumlow was stalling to delay the inevitable.
âTell me!!â Bucky roared at the phone, holding it so tightly in his fist that the screen might crack.
He watched Rumlow wince as he turned away from the screen, dropping his head in defeat.
âOf your girlâŠtalking to the policeâŠit wasnât her-uh-it wasnât even real. I used AI. FromâŠfrom recordings of her voice from old security footageâŠIâm sorryâŠI just-â
But Bucky was eerily composed. Rumlow took his silence as the cue to continue.
âI hacked into the security system and planted the clip of her getting in the car. And I stole her phone for a few hours when she was at the house with a friend, planting it at the meeting point then driving back with it. She didnât even notice it was goneâŠIâm sorry IâŠâ
Bucky cleared his throat. He tapped a single contemplative finger over his lips as his eyes glazed over.
âSam?â he asked, his voice void of emotion.Â
Sam flipped the camera back to face himself. He looked grimly into the lens. âIâm sorry BuckâŠwe had no ideaâŠI caught him on the phone with the feds about the shipment â he thought Iâd already left and-â
âKeep him warm,â Bucky interrupted, his voice cold like ice, âI have more urgent matters to attend to first, but I will deal with himâ.
Sam merely nodded. Just as he cut the call, Bucky heard Rumlow wail and beg in the background. Heâd be doing a lot more of that soon.
In a sudden fog of anger, Bucky pelted his phone hard against the wall. He roared with rage, lobbing his scotch glass at the window â shattering both. He flipped his desk, the chair, the bookcase â leaving a tsunami of destruction in his wake. Steve merely watched on, patiently. He knew Bucky needed to vent whichever way he could.
Eventually Bucky slowed, panting with exertion as he took a second to try and slick back his hair, now unkempt and messy from his outburst. He pulled back his shoulders as he attempted to regain his composure.
âWeâll find her, Buckâ, Steve told him unwaveringly. âShe canât have gone far on foot. Then you can explain everything and apologiseâ.
Bucky shook his head as he ran his hands through his hair. Toeing the pile of debris that now cluttered his office floor he sighed heavily. âShe told me she didnât do it, Steve. And I didnât believe herâŠâ
âThe recording was very convincing,â Steve clamped a sympathetic hand onto Buckyâs shoulder, âit sounded just like her â and had all of us fooled. Not to mention the phone location evidenceâŠthe CCTV of her leavingâŠbefore I came up here, Sam told me that this AI is brand new tech, far more advanced and convincing than what the masses have access toâŠâ
Bucky bleakly shook his head, âDoesnât matter. Sheâs my girlfriend and Iâm supposed to trust her. Believe her. When I heard her voice on that recording I justâŠâ, he trailed off sadly, ââŠit tapped into my worst fearsâŠâ
Steve nodded sagely. âLetâs just find her first, and you can talk to her. And then we can deal with Rumlowâ.
Bucky grimaced, âI knew he was a risk to take onâŠwith our shared history in HYDRAâs organisationâŠbut I never thoughtâŠâ
âLetâs just find her for now,â Steve repeated, always calm in a crisis. He pulled out his phone, making calls to various members of their group, sending out texts and kicking off various communication chains. In mere minutes, theyâd have entire squads of their men scouring the area with a fine-tooth comb.
Bucky stood amongst the wreckage â the roomâs physical ruins a glaring reminder that this wasnât the only mess heâd made tonight. He pulled his own phone from his jacket pocket, opening his photo album as the pings and buzzes from Steveâs device filled the room. He flicked through the pictures of you: your face cheesily grinning at the camera, your lips sweetly planted on his cheek, a candid shot of you cooking in the kitchen â caught off-guard, your mouth a small âoâ of surprise. Youâd asked him to delete it as you thought you looked dumb, but he insisted he keep as he like the way your eyes sparkled in it. It was one of his favourites. Looking at the pictures helped him calm down, his breath evening as he remembered what was important here. He ran a finger over the image of your face, âIâm sorry, dollâ he whispered, âI promise Iâll do anything I can to fix thisâŠâ
A couple of miles away, you slept deeply in the tear-stained hotel sheets â completely unaware of the organised efforts to track you down. You didnât dream, you didnât stir, you just slept - grateful to give yourself over to oblivion.
đ
There had only been a few places you could have gone on foot.
Buckyâs men had worked quickly despite the late hour. The local police force, already firmly in Buckyâs pocket, loaned him a few law enforcement bodies to assist with the search, no questions asked â as was standard. Sheriff Bodecker always played ball. They collected the CCTV from local businesses, doorbell cam footage from local residents (who werenât particularly happy to be woken to do so, but didnât have much choice), swept the area on foot and in vehicles. It was faintly possible you had hitchhiked and thumbed a ride into the city, but Bucky knew this wasnât likely, so they put that option on the backburner â although it hadnât been entirely ruled out.
The gas station staff hadnât seen you, but their CCTV did catch a blurred figure passing in the road opposite the camera. A faint outline of your route started to emerge as the puzzle pieces came together. Eventually, Bucky was sent the security footage of you checking into the Holiday Inn. His heart pulled as he watched you looking lost at the reception desk â your eyes round like saucers as you produced crumpled dollar bills, head turning left to right as you surveyed your drab surroundings. He could only imagine how lost you mustâve felt, how hurt and betrayed. Exiled by the man you loved, you trusted, and having to hunker down in a shitty roadside hotel. Part of him was impressed by your ability to pick yourself up and keep going even in the toughest circumstances â it was one of the many reasons he loved you. But mainly, he was ashamed. Ashamed that heâd pushed you to this, that heâd failed you in so many ways.
Bucky inhaled deeply as he closed the hotel clip on his phone, nodding to his driver and stepping into the dark SUV.
Iâm on my way, doll.
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The thought process the people like the second to last rb have is so pathetic imo. This is how you know someone explicitly only reads fanfiction online, especially with the comment about how there should be trigger/content warnings and saying what topics will be in there. First off, books have this, it's called the summary on the back. I know that poster probably meant something akin to AO3 tags like "|Charater Death|, |uncomfortable situations|, |parents not being perfect ideal parents and being flawed people|, |mean classmates|" type shit. Which is just ridiculous. The point of books like these are to grow your mind, to expand your world view and thinking, to expose you to as many different perspectives and points of view. To portray suffering, sadness, hardship, death, betrayal, etc in safe controlled environments. It's not child endangerment or abuse to make children sad reading a sad book. You cannot raise children in a bubble away from life's unpleasantness because you don't have a reading level beyond 5th grade and only want easily digestible material.
Children sometimes need to be exposed to content that they would not pursue on their own, nor would ever learn about without required reading. The level of anti-intellectualism being spouted here is unbelievable. This whole "protect kids from the harshness of the world" is why some kids never learn about the Hollocaust or the horrific things done to minorities in the USA. I never would have learned about the Japanese camps during WWII if I hadn't been required to read 'Farewell to Manzenar'. This was an incredibly sad book to read. It weighed on me, and it was depressing. It took me forever to finish reading it because I kept having to stop. But it made me think. It literally revealed to me a side of history I had no idea about in 6th grade and gave me the perspective of a Japanese-American girl growing up in a time rampant with hatred and racism against her family. When else would I have gotten that as young as I did. Required reading also helps prepare kids for what they may be learning later in the curriculum, which was actually why it was required reading at my school, our history classes touched on this later in the year.
I'm actually really surprised people are upset about Bridge to Terabithia. Yeah, one of the main characters dies. It's not like she is killed explicitly in the book with full descriptions or killed in a horrifically graphic and violent way. No, she died in a way that was a complete accident, "offscreen" so to speak, she fell and hit her head by the river and either that killed her or she drowned. (I can see how for some kids that may be more upsetting than something outlandish and graphic since it is such a regular everyday way to die.)
The boy in the book feels rage, guilt, grief, denial, and sorrow. He goes through all the emotions a reader would also go through if they were also particularly attached to Leslie. And that's part of the beauty of reading. That's also why this book is still recommended to kids or on their school reading lists: because it's on their level. It's target audience is 4th-5th grade readers, its not anything higher level than what a child that age can digest and understand. And when it delivers something emotionally painful, we are there with the boy and his emotions and with him learn a little about life and how it goes on.
Maybe I'm a stoic reader, but Leslie's death didn't wrack me with sadness. I was shocked, as I'm sure was the intention, that she died. We are delivered the news in the same way the boy is, after having a good day with his teacher and being blindsided with the death of his best friend. We are there with him in his surprise and confusion, his denial- that his parents are being cruel and lying to him. We're there with him when he runs to the river he and Leslie crossed over every day after school only to find the rope broken just like his parents said. The book quite literally does not leave kids high and dry without emotional follow through or resolution. Her death isn't the shocking twist ending that now a kid had to sit with like a stone in their stomach, forever wondering what happens. There are still chapters after she dies that you are with the boy as he tries to return to school and his normal life without her. As I recall, she dies 3/4 of the way into the book.
As I recall, he learns how to honor her memory and the things she and him created. He grows and adapts, and we, the readers, learn and grow with him. We see him form new relationships. We see the goodness in humanity as he deals with this tragedy early in his life. We leave him when he is able to go back to the place Leslie and he played, where he's built something new and treasured in memory of her. BtT leaves off on a hopeful note, I'd even say a cheerful one even if it's bittersweet. The book shows kids a life experience they hopefully won't have that young, but introduces them to tragedy and love and loss and how this boy dealt with it. Books allow us to see and live experiences we may never have, they allow us to expand our mind. These are critically important things for kids to do when their minds are still young. Books like these are how you can properly prepare your kids for life. Sheltering them from feeling sadness and negative emotions does not help them at all, and will just leave them stunted emotionally and intellectually.
#rambling#i hate people who say kids shouldn't read books#its like parents or adults remenber feeling sad reading a book bc yeah sadness is a powerful emotion#but then dont think about how they're still alright#clearly a book didnt traumatize them. they grew from it as much as they dknt realize. but all they remember is feeling sad#and they dont want their kid or kids to feel sad bc it sucks to feel sad. but its so important for kids to experience these things#esp when young and in safe environments like books. if youre worried your child may not respond well to a book read it WITH them ffs#'who will help the child through this' YOU CAN DUMBASS#and its okay for kids to be sad when the sad part happens. its a normal reaction to have. dont coddle them from sadness. let them grow#let them learn how to deal with and handle it. let them talk about it and express themselves if they need to#my parents fostered my love of reading. but what i wished they also did was allow me the space to talk about and process it#i wouldn't say a book ever messed me up. but theres themes and emotions i would have loved to voice so I could understand better#idk how to describe what i mean. sometimes i feel the deep sadness I'd feel while reading something needed to be spoken. make it real idk#i want to make me sadness 'real'. not to make others sad or anything. but just the need to have it 'validated' in a sense#not in the 'yeah ur so valid for thinking thats sad. if you say its sad its sad' no. like actual validation of the emotions i was feeling.#to have that confirmation that yes what happened was sad wasnt it. and then be allowed to fully discuss the components that form it#yeah let your kids just talk about what they're reading. thats also important for them to fully process. and this is where you too#can also step in and help guide your kid or help them process their emotions. give advice or even tell them how you feel about it#wall of text#sorry gals#my additions
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a/n: I may or may not saw an editâŠ
ghostface!nicholas x reader
It was a quiet night in woodsboro , like it always is. I was a nanny for a little boy so I could get through college. My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, and I glanced at the screen. Unknown Caller. I pressed declined but it repeatedly kept calling. Then the landline they had started ringing. I hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hello?" I said, my voice cautious.
"Hello, y/n," a distorted voice replied. It sent a chill down my spine. "Do you like scary movies?"
I recognized the voice immediately. It was Ghostface, the infamous killer that terrorize my dad in 1996. But something felt off. There was a familiarity in the tone, beneath the distortion.
"Who is this? Youâre not funnyâ Y/n asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Guess," the voice taunted. "Or maybe I'll just have to come find you."
My heart raced, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew this person. She thought about Nicholas and how he always played pranks on her. Could it be him?
"Alright, Nicholas," I said, calling his bluff. "Cut it out. I know it's you."
There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice changed, becoming softer and unmistakably Nicholas.
"You got me," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I couldn't resist. I've been watching too many horror movies lately."
I let out a relieved laugh. "You really had me going there for a second. But seriously, you need to stop watching those movies."
Nicholas chuckled. "I know, I know. But hey, it got you to pick up the phone, didn't it?"
I shook my head, smiling. "Yeah, it did. But next time, maybe just send a text?"
"Deal," Nicholas agreed, his tone warm. As I hung up, I couldn't help but feel a mix of exasperation and affection for Nicholas. Even when he was being mischievous, he had a way of making me smile.
I had been feeling uneasy for days. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It started with strange noises outside my window at night and escalated to finding eerie notes left in places only I would notice. The notes were signed by "Ghostface," and they sent chills down my spine.
One evening, as I was walking home from work, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace, but the footsteps matched mine, growing closer with each step. I turned a corner and ducked into an alley, hoping to lose my pursuer. But as I looked back, I saw the unmistakable mask of Ghostface looming in the shadows.
My heart raced as I tried to find a way out. Suddenly, Ghostface lunged at me, pinning her against the wall. "Why are you doing this?" I cried, her voice trembling with fear.
The masked figure was silent for a moment before reaching up to remove the mask. To my shock, it was Nicholas, my boyfriend, standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Nicholas? What the hell?" My fear quickly turned to anger. "You scared me half to death!"
Nicholas looked genuinely apologetic. "I didn't mean to frighten you that much. I thought it would be a fun Halloween prank. I guess I went too far."
My anger softened slightly as I saw the remorse in his eyes. "You think?" I said, still shaken. "You could have just told me you wanted to scare me a little, not make me think I was being stalked by a killer."
Nicholas sighed. "I'm really sorry, y/n. I just wanted to do something different, but I realize now it was a terrible idea. Can you forgive me?"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Just promise me you'll never do something like this again."
"I promise," Nicholas said, pulling me into a hug. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."
As we walked home together, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the nightmare was over. But I also realized that Nicholas had a lot to learn about what constituted a "fun" prank.
âI donât understand why youâre so obsessed with ghostfaceâ âbabe itâs Halloween losen up!â He said as we walked hand in hand.
I had always felt a chill in the air around Halloween, but this year, it was different. I had my boyfriend, nicholas. He was charming, funny, and had a smile that could light up the darkest night. Everyone loved him. But there was something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
One evening, me and nick decided to attend the town's annual Halloween party. The old mansion where the party was held was decked out in spooky decorations, with cobwebs, eerie lighting, and ghostly figures lurking in the corners. Everyone was in costume, and I had chosen to go as a ____.
As I mingled with friends, I couldn't help but notice that Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. I asked around, but no one seemed to know where he was. Just as I was about to give up, I was walking by the stairs when I heard someone yelling.
I try not to be nosey but go up the stairs anyone. Maybe nick was up here anyway. I walked through the house looking in the rooms finding nothing. When I open the door i see some kid in a ghost face costume hop out the window. âWhat the fuckâ I say under my breath. I pull out my phone to text him. No service?
I heard commotion downstairs so I ran down to see whatâs happening. Everyone was gone from the house. I heard a floorboard squeak behind me.
It was Ghostface, and my heart raced. The figure moved silently through the room, its eyes fixed on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Ghostface approached, stopping just inches away from me.
"Y/n," a familiar voice whispered from behind the mask. My eyes widened in shock as Ghostface removed the mask to reveal Nicholas's face. He smiled, but it wasn't the warm, friendly smile I was used to. It was cold and sinister.
"I've been watching you," Nicholas said, his voice low and menacing. "You have no idea who I really am."
I took a step back, my mind racing. The pieces started to fall into placeâthe strange disappearances, the eerie feeling I got around him, the way he always seemed to know too much. I realized with a sinking feeling that my new boyfriend was none other than the real Ghostface.
Before I could react, Nicholas lunged at me, but I was quick. I grabbed a nearby candlestick and swung it at him, knocking him off balance. I ran through the mansion, my heart pounding in my chest, desperately searching for a way out.
As I reached the front door, I could hear Nicholas's footsteps behind me. I flung the door open and ran into the night, vowing never to trust anyone so easily again. But before I could even get out of the door he grabbed my arm pulling me back in. I try fighting him off but he grabs both of my wrist. âIâm not gonna hurt you y/n!â âWhy, why did you do this?!â I yell looking him in the eyes. âWhat even is a motive?â
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You Donât Even Know What She Looks Like? (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Summary: Spencerâs girlfriend has always been mentioned. Never has the BAU team been shown a photo or given a small rundown of what she looks like. So, when Spencer announces that sheâll be visiting the office to bring him food on a late night, well, you can guess the chaos that ensues.
Warnings: none, very fluffy
Note: aww my first Spencer Reid fic! I hope you all like it <3
The BAU had only ever heard about Y/n. Never did Spencer show pictures of her or give descriptions on her appearance because he wanted to keep the majority of her to himself for as long as he could. Even though she had told him numerous times that showing them pictures and giving them more than the occasional chaotic story was completely fine by her, he never could bring himself to. That was until he started being away a lot more because of a continuous string of cases, making it harder for him to see her outside of the office. The first time she asked to bring him food when he was up late at the office doing paperwork, he declined, rambling about how he didnât want to have to deal with all the screaming that would go on from the introduction of his girlfriend.
However, the second time she asked, he had had a hard case, one filled with innocent children and one that hurt him the most. As he sat in the chair of his desk, eyes staring at the wall as everyone around him scribbled down words onto paper, he knew he needed to see her. He wouldâve left right then and there, but the stack of folders sitting to his left made him completely reject the efficiency of that idea. So, when her name popped up on his phone with a small plea to bring him food, knowing he hadnât eaten as much as he should with the case, Spencer couldnât say no.
âGuys,â He said, standing from his chair and turning so he could face the rest of the team.
Everyoneâs eyes averted to him. Morgan leaning back in his chair, âWhatâs up, pretty boy?â
He twiddled his thumbs, âDonât freak out over what Iâm about to tell you, okay?â
At this, Emily and JJ perked up. Penelope, the woman passing by in the hall and overhearing his suspicious sentence, slid into the bullpen.
With everyoneâs slow nodding, Spencer broke the news, âMy girlfriend is coming in to bring me food.â
âWHAT?â Penelope shouted, completely disregarding his wish for them to be calm. She dropped the folder in her hands, not concerned that classified information lay beneath, and sprinted over to the tall man she knew as her friend.
She shook him, her hands on his shoulders, âSPENCER, ARE YOU MEANING TO TELL ME IâM ABOUT TO MEET YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!â
He giggled, âYes,â
Morgan gave a glance to Rossi, who was standing against the railing and smirking, before standing from his own chair and making his way over to Penelope, prying her off Spencer, âOkay, babygirl, Spencer asked us to be calm about this.â
She turned to him, eyes widened, âCalm? No way will I be calm about this.â
âIâm with her on this one. Sorry.â Emily admitted, the woman standing next to JJ as the two joined the group.
Spencer rolled his eyes, âSeriously, guys. Donât scare her away.â
Rossi cocked his head, âScare her away? If you havenât already after six months, Iâm sure we wonât.â
Spencer frowned just as Penelope yelped, âIs that her?!â
Spencer turned his head to the door of the bullpen, seeing a blonde woman emerge from behind it. He shook his head with a laugh, âPenelope, no. Thatâs not her. You donât even know what she looks like.â
Penelope stuck her tongue out at him just as JJ hollered, âThat her?â
A random stranger passing by, Spencer shook his head once more.
Morgan joined in, âWhat about her?â
A man. Morgan pointed to a man. Spencer gave him a glance as Morgan giggled, never getting bored over a good teasing.
Emily tried to guess as well, âHey! What about her?â
âNo! Guys, I will tell you when sheâs here.â Spencer said with a slight annoyance. His girlfriend had just texted him she would go to get his food. There was no way she was here yet.
The group got tired after a moment of pointing out random women and all fell back into their paperwork. After about ten minutes, Spencer stood from his desk.
Everyone in the BAU froze.
When he saw their stares, he laughed, âIâm just going to the bathroom. Sheâs not here yet, but if you stare at her like that when she comes, I swear to God she will run the other way.â
âHey!â Emily exclaimed, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper at him as he pushed open the door and turned down the hallway.
There was silence for about three minutes seeing as Spencer wasnât there, watching his mannerisms and determining if Y/n was close or not out the window with him gone.
A creek sounded throughout the floor as the door was pushed open. Y/n stood, with a white plastic bag in her hand, looking out at the people working at their desks. They completely missed the entrance. With no eyes on her, she moved to Spencerâs desk and placed the bag on top. Her eyes glazed over everyone before she cleared her throat, âUm, does anyone know where Spencer is?â
Morganâs head snapped up as JJ and Emily stopped writing. Rossiâs door swung open and he stepped out forcefully, not graceful in the slightest. As if she was summoned, Penelope flew through the door of the BAU, almost tripping on her heel as she returned from her hibernation in her office.
With all eyes now on her, Y/n blushed slightly. Spencer had mentioned that everyone would be a bit overbearing, but she didnât know even the smallest thing like their stares would be intimidating.
Penelope moved toward her first, looking at her as if she was an alien, âAre you Y/n?â
Y/n nodded and the entire group erupted into loud overlaps of coos and compliments. Spencerâs girlfriend stood in the midst of them all, being pulled into Penelopeâs arms as the colorful woman hugged her tightly. JJ and Emily told her they loved the way she had styled her hair, asking how she had done it, and Morgan interrogated her on how Spencer had managed to âsmooth talkâ her. Rossi just nodded his head at her and extended his hand, murmuring his name and how nice it was to meet her.
Spencer was walking back from the bathroom, down the hall, when he heard the excited voices. He knew then and there what the situation was, and his feet began to pick up. He was practically running toward the BAU glass door and when he reached it, he yanked it open.
Everyone turned to him, his girlfriendâs face peeking out from behind them all and he immediately softened. The twinkle in her eye, the blush on her face, he could tell she appreciated finally being given the opportunity to meet his chosen family. Spencer wondered why he even waited to introduce her in the first place.
The man made long strides across the office, muscling through the small number of bodies before getting an armâs length away from Y/n, pulling her into him by the waist.
He turned to everyone, smiling widely as his hand smoothed over her back lovingly, âThis is Y/n, my girlfriend. Now, you can pick her out of a crowd.â
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deal - cl16 (23/?)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader
Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that itâs his apartment.
Chapter Summary: There's nothing sweeter than unexpected visitors.
Warnings: 18+ (just be prepared for some words), fluff (like a lot), Pascale is the sweetest thing on this planet, teeny tiny bit of angst
Word Count: 3.2k
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A/N:Â hello everyone! I hope you all are doing okay after the Ferrari-Carlos-Lewis thing, because I'm still in denial. this is mostly fluff, because I couldn't manage you dealing with more bad stuff this week. love you! feedback is appreciated!
Before you can say anything or even react, the blonde woman lets go of your hands and snatches one of the magazines lying on the coffee table in front of you. She rolls it up with her slender fingers before smacking Charles across the back of the head.Â
"Maman!" he exclaims angrily, rubbing his head. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
The woman holds the magazine under his chin so that the Monegasque has no choice but to look her in the eye and return her stare. "That's no way to talk to your mother." She puts the magazine back in its rightful place before turning to you again. "Try again, chéri."
Your friend has to hold back a grin before he spreads his arms out and hugs his mother. "Good morning, Maman. It's really good to see you."
"It's good to see you too, mon chéri," she replies lovingly, stroking his broad back once with her hand before releasing herself from the tight embrace. She puts her hands to his cheeks to study his face. "I didn't know you were back home."
Charles tilts his head, his mouth forming a thin line. "I'm sorry I didn't let you know," he replies meekly, taking her hands from his cheeks so that he can press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I've had a lot on my mind."
"I can see that." She pulls her hands from his and then turns to face you. When she looks at you, you stiffen. All of a sudden, you feel as if you're naked in Charles' clothes, she's looking at you so piercingly. "I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself properly yet. I'm not usually as rude as my son." Charles rolls his eyes as her smile is affectionate and gentle. Then she wraps you in a hug that is careful, but firm nonetheless. It's a good hug. "I am Pascale. It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise." After you've also introduced yourself, you return her smile.Â
"Now that you two have met," Charles interrupts your conversation. "How do we come to be honored with your company, Maman?"
As if it was her own home, her own four walls, Pascale leaves the hallway and goes into the kitchen, where she grabs a cup and makes herself an espresso at the coffee machine. Like two lost puppies, the two of you follow the beautiful woman. "I was called in tears last night." When the loud buzzing of the machine stops, she takes a sip of her coffee before placing it on the countertop. "Can someone explain that to me?" With her eyes glued to her son like an annoying price sticker on a new plate, you're off the hook.Â
"I didn't think she'd call you."
She?
"And I didn't think you'd just kick her out of the apartment without giving her some warning," Pascale replies sharply, raising an eyebrow to show her disapproval of Charles' behavior. "She called me in the middle of the night, upset with you and crying bitterly because you kicked her out of the apartment with a simple text message."
Something flashes in your mind. When you followed Charles back to the bedroom last night, he was typing away on his cell phone. And when you told him that he'd be crazy if you went with him to the apartment where his ex still lives, he assured you that she wouldn't be there.Â
You didn't expect him to just throw Annika out of the apartment so that you would have a safe place where Raphael couldn't harm you.
"Maman." Charles raises his hands placatingly. "It wasn't like that."
"So you didn't send her a text message telling her to pack her things and leave within thirty minutes?" When Charles doesn't reply, but simply stares at his mother open-mouthed, she runs her fingers through her hair in bewilderment. "I didn't bring you up like that. Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Maman -"
"No 'Maman'." Judging by the look on her face, she would like to hit him over the head with the magazine again. "Do you know what the consequences could be?"
"Maman -"
"She could go public with it!"
"Maman -"
"And - and damage your reputation! She could -"
"Maman!" Charles almost shouts at his mother to break out of her mental spiral. She looks angrily at her son, who takes a small step towards her. He lowers his hands. "Annika cheated on me."
As if all the air had escaped her body, Pascale plops down on the chair where you were eating pancakes just a few minutes ago. She puts her face in her hands and takes a deep breath before looking at her son again. She tries to blink away the tears in her eyes. "Is there anything I can do for you, mon chéri?"
Without answering, Charles closes the distance to his mother and holds her tightly in his arms. He rests his cheek on the top of her head and closes his eyes. "It's all right, Maman. Please don't worry, okay?" He squeezes his mother a little tighter as her arms wrap around his middle. "It's all right. I'm all right. I'm in good hands here."
Pascale's gaze flickers to you and a small smile crosses her beautiful face. You recognize Charles in it. "You'll take good care of him, won't you?"
You feel the blood rush to your face. Suddenly it feels wrong to be witnessing this loving conversation between mother and son. "Of course." With everything I have.
"Very well, chéri," Pascale finally says, gently pushing her son away. "Your brother is coming to visit tomorrow. As you haven't seen each other for a while, I'd like you to come to dinner. He would definitely be happy to see you." She looks at you again. "You too, sweetheart."
Before you can respond, Charles looks at you and shakes his head, barely noticing, so you don't turn down her invitation. "All right, maman. We'll be there." He nudges her lightly with his elbow. "As long as there's pasta e pollo."
Pascale rolls her eyes. "You're incorrigible, Charles." She smiles at him anyway. "Your new girlfriend gets to decide. After all, she's the new addition to our family and I want to make a good impression."
"Maman, she's -" Charles tries to explain himself, but his mother merely raises her hand to silence him. When Charles and your eyes meet, you feel warm. And when he pushes his lower lip forward, he looks so cute that you can't help but agree with him.Â
"Pasta e pollo sounds great."
Pascale gets up from her chair. "Very good. Then I'll get everything ready for tomorrow." She strides past you towards the front door and you follow her again. "I'll see you tomorrow evening. I'll let you know the exact time, mon chéri." She kisses Charles' right and then left cheek before repeating it with you. "Tomorrow we'll have enough time to talk about all this. And to get to know each other better."
"I can hardly wait," you answer her honestly.
"That's very nice. Then I'll see you tomorrow evening. Bonne journée," she wishes you before disappearing from the apartment just as quickly as she came in. As the door closes behind her, you both exhale deeply.
"I'm so sorry." Charles turns to face you.
You cross your arms in front of your chest. "Sorry for what exactly? Your mother suddenly showing up here?"
He runs his hand through his hair and leans back against the closed door. "That you're now forced to spend the evening with my family. And that I didn't make it clear that we're just friends."
You run your tongue along the inside of your teeth. "It's okay, there's plenty of time for that." Then you smile. "Your mom seems nice. I have no problem spending time with her."
He laughs briefly and then leans his head against the white wood. "It's not my mom that worries me. It's my brothers. They can be really - you know - brothers sometimes."
You walk towards him and lower your arms. "Why? Are they that bad?"
He grabs one of your hands and plays with your fingers. His eyes search yours. "I think it's better if you make up your own mind about them."
"So they're that bad?" you joke, allowing him to pull you closer so that you're standing between his legs. "If they're anything like you, I think I'll get on well with them."
His free hand rests on your hip. Despite the layers of fabric, you can feel the warmth of his skin. "Then you'll hate Arthur." His fingers press gently into your flesh before something behind you catches his attention and he releases you - too quickly for your liking. As you turn around, the piano catches your eye and the roses standing on it.Â
"What's the plan for today?" you ask him, trying to draw his attention back to you. You release his hand from your hip, but only to pull him into the kitchen so he doesn't have to look at those stupid roses anymore. "Do you have to do anything? Gym? Or do you have any appointments?"
Charles sits down in his chair and fishes his cell phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants. "I don't think so," he answers and takes a look at his online calendar before placing his cell phone on the counter in front of him. "I don't have any appointments or commitments to meet until after Christmas. Until then, I'm all yours." His smile is sweet as sugar and your heart skips a beat.
You want to grab him by the collar of his shirt, pull him across the worktop and kiss him until you can't breathe. Touch him until the countertop is used for something other than cooking, but this morning you convinced yourself that this friendship is the right and, above all, the only way this can work. And that you wouldn't do anything to sabotage this friendship.
"How about we use this time wisely then, huh?" You reach for Pascale's coffee cup and rinse it.Â
"Do you have an idea?" He raises an eyebrow and has to stifle a smile when he sees your grin. "Of course you have one. Otherwise you wouldn't have asked like that. Fire away."
"So," you start and put the cup back in its place in the cupboard. "We've finally spoken and we've agreed to stay in this apartment together."
"As friends," the Monegasque confirms the thought you just had, even if you don't understand why he has to say it out loud.Â
Your eyes dart towards the hallway, knowing that the white piano with the red roses is just a few meters away. "What do you say we go out today and buy some new things for the apartment?" you suggest. "Then I could get things for my room and maybe something else to make it feel a bit more like home."
"You mean to make it feel like it's your apartment too?" Charles leans back in his chair a little and runs his hand through his hair.Â
"Only if that's okay with you. After all, it's your apartment and I could understand if you wanted to leave everything as it is at the moment and -" you babble nervously without thinking about what you're saying. You look at him worriedly and try to read his face to see if you might have crossed a line.Â
"That's actually a good idea," Charles finally replies, smiling at you. "But are you ready for it?"
"For what?" you ask, confused, leaning against the countertop, which - unfortunately - is only used for cooking.
Charles shrugs his shoulders. "For being seen outside. With me." He looks at you like a kicked puppy that's been abandoned on the street in the middle of the night.
"I told you I have no problem with that," you assure him and walk around the kitchen counter to sit next to him. You reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers. "We're friends, Charles. We know we're friends. And I don't care what anyone else thinks they know about us." You tilt your head a little to one side. "Our friendship is real - and that's why we're going right out there to buy some new stuff for the apartment."
His smile almost makes your heart stop. "For our apartment," he corrects you, his green eyes twinkling.
"Our apartment," you repeat softly.Â
"Okay." He lowers his gaze to your hands, and the way his fingers wrap around yours makes it feel like they're perfect for each other. The two of you spending time together shouldn't make you this happy. "But we'll only go on one condition."
"What's that?"Â
"We're not going alone. We're taking Pierre and Kika with us so that it doesn't look like we're shopping for furniture for our apartment as a couple in love." The fact that he doesn't want to go out alone with you feels like a punch in the gut. When he notices the hurt look on your face, he squeezes your fingers gently twice. "It's just to protect you, Y/N."
The fact that he doesn't trust you to do this hits you harder than it should. How many times do you have to tell him you're ready? That the opinions of others don't matter to you as long as you have Charles by your side? Does he really think you're that weak?
"I don't need to be protected," you reply sharply and take your hand away from him.Â
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he tries to reassure you, but the fact that he's talking down your feelings doesn't make things any better.Â
"Maybe not," you say annoyed and get up from your chair. "But there will come a point when we're on our own. And then everyone's going to be talking shit about us, I get it. And I get that it's going to be bad." You don't care that you're acting like a defiant child. The fact that Charles doesn't want to be seen alone with you hurts more than you would ever admit. "So why not today?"
The young man in front of you looks away from you with a crestfallen expression before also rising from his chair. When he reaches for your hand again, you allow it. "I want you to be able to turn away from me if it gets too much for you. I want you to have the chance to live a normal life if you do decide against me." His other hand rests against your cheek and you snuggle up to him as if it were a reflex. "I don't want you to regret meeting me."
The fact that he thinks you could ever regret befriending him stabs straight through your heart. He wants to protect you from something you both have no control over, and although you'd like to stroll through Monaco holding hands with him, you can understand him.
He is trying to protect both you and himself. And you can understand that all too well.Â
"All right," you give in and smile gently at him. "Then ask them if they're free and up for it today. It could be fun."
Charles lets go of you and the warmth that had been flowing through your body immediately disappears. While he talks to Pierre on the phone, you go back to your room to get changed and think about what would look good in your room.Â
Different curtains wouldn't go amiss, and some candles and a small mirror would look good on the white chest of drawers opposite the bed. You might also find some new bedding that -
"Y/N?" Charles' voice echoes through the apartment. You find him in the doorway of the master bedroom, where he glances over his shoulder in your direction. "Pierre and Kika are about to head out, then we'll leave together."Â
"Okay," you reply, glancing past him into the room. There are a few things lying around that are definitely not his, and the decor doesn't suit him very well either. "So this is your room?"Â
"Uh-huh." He wrinkles his mouth a little.Â
"What's wrong with it? Apart from the obvious, of course."
He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Everything. I don't see anything in it that I wouldn't change."
You'd be only too happy to set the whole room on fire if it would certainly help him. Just like the roses that have burned themselves into your memory. You nudge him with your elbow. "Then we've got a lot planned for today." You look at each other and when he reaches for your hand, you have to smile. "You don't have to go through this alone, Charles. We can do this as long as we're together."
His gaze flickers briefly from your eyes to your lips. "Together," he says softly in return, leaning down a little towards you so that you have to tilt your head back to look at him. His warm breath caresses your face as his free hand finds its place on his hip again to pull you against him. You feel his hard body against yours, his heartbeat under your fingertips as you place your hand on his chest. You feel his warmth as his nose bumps against yours, his hip against your stomach as he presses you against him. You feel his -
"Are you ready?" Pierre's voice comes out of nowhere as he and Kika walk through the front door. Thank God the bedroom is further back so they can't see you.Â
Instead of letting you go, Charles presses you tighter against him so that you can feel him everywhere. "I think we need a new door lock," he breathes, leaning his forehead against yours. "Then no more uninvited guests can come in when we're together."Â
When he finally breaks away from you, you have to take a deep breath. Although you've decided that you don't feel anything for him apart from friendship, he triggers something in you that no one before him has ever managed to do.Â
You desire him. From the top of your head to the soles of your feet, you crave him, his touch, his skin on yours. And his words echo in your thoughts, making you dizzy.Â
Together. Together. Together.Â
You rub your face once and look after Charles, who briefly disappears in the direction of the living room, the opposite direction from your friends.
What you can't see, however, is him shoving his hand into his pants to control his raging boner, which is pressing almost painfully against the seams of his boxers. How is he supposed to put up with that when you live together?
Together. Together. Together.
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||BOTH AINâT SHIT|| t.f.
summary :: âFuck it, guess we both ainât shit.â OR you decide to unblock toji (again) after getting bored of your boyfriend (again).
content :: toji fushiguro x reader, smut, 18+, cheating, female anatomy, nicknames (pretty girl, doll, pretty, baby), profanity (duh), reader is lowkey a runner, inspired by b.a.s. by megan thee stallion (my queen)
a/n :: guys this is my first ever smut SO BE NICE (pls im sensitive) !! also take this as a peace offering for taking so long to post chapter one of bad habits đ iâm so sorry pookies
you stared at the text on your phone with a bored expression.
ten minutes ago
that fucker left you on delivered for ten minutes. you know heâs most likely busy, but you canât find it in you to care. you were never the one to wait, especially for a man. rolling your eyes, you leave the messaging app and go to your contacts. you go to the block folder and and go straight for one name.
toji
unblocking him, you immediately call his number.
ringâŠringâŠri-
âand to what do i owe the pleasure?â
your eyebrow twitches, you could practically feel his smirk.
âyou already know what i want.â
âawe this one isnât treating you right? when you gonna stop dealing with those boys you seem to attract.â
âwhenever you stop dealing with those girls that like to flock around you,â you bite back, attitude already manifesting.
âfair, my place or yours?â
you huff before responding, âpacking my bag right now.â
he lets out a grunt before you hang up. a grin spreads across your face as excitement rushes through your body. itâs been months since the two of you saw each other and youâll never admit it, but you kind of miss him. to be fair, you do block him whenever youâre in a new relationship, but they never last that long.
ââââ
the man never locks his door so you donât bother knocking. you walk in and take your shoes off before making a beeline to his room. you heard his shower running so you put your bag down and make yourself comfortable on tojiâs bed.
you look around the room from your spot, everything looks the same. except a bright pink and lacy thong near his closet door. you roll your eyes at the thought of someone else being under him, though you canât be too upset since youâre doing the same thing.
âlook at you sitting pretty and waiting for me.â
your thoughts were interrupted by the man in a towel. he looked so fucking hot fresh out the shower. hair slightly sticking to his face, water droplets gently caressing his muscles, you squeeze your thighs together as you stare. ignoring your arousal, you look away and nod your head towards the thong.
âyour girlfriendâs or something?â you asked, wrinkling your nose. toji lets out a low chuckle, glancing at the thong before he slowly approaches you on the bed.
ânot quite.â
âyou donât gotta lie, itâs not like i really give a fuck.â you say as you begin to take off your shorts.
toji stops you and replaces your hand with his so he can take them off himself. he traps you in place with his knees so youâre looking up at him.
âattitude already? someone missed me.â
toji smirks up at you, throwing your bottoms across the room and working on your panties. another wave of arousal hits you as you watch his facial expression.
âno i-â
âyou donât have to lie, i know you.â he smirks as you scoff at him.
your panties are off and toji groans at the sight of your pulsing pussy, already dripping with arousal. he uses his middle and ring finger to gather your slick and tease your hole. you whine impatiently as you try to grind onto his fingers but his other hand holds your hips down.
âshush, you know how this goes.â he scolds, causing you to whine more.
he prods your entrance with his middle finger for a moment before plunging both of them inside you.
âoh fuck-â
you moan as you lay your head back onto a pillow. your walls tighten around his fingers as you try to move your hips, but tojiâs grip stays strong.
âshe really hasnât been fucked right if youâre going crazy over my fingers.â
toji continues to pump his fingers into you, using his thumb to firmly rub your clit. you let out quiet moans as your body slightly tenses up at every jolt of pleasure.
âcâmon pretty, relax a bit,â he says to you as he works your pussy open, curling his fingers up to search your sweet spot. one more rough push and he ended up hitting it, causing your body to jerk a bit.
âyes, right there!â you moan out, attempting to squeeze your legs together but toji forced them open.
âweâre having none of that, you got it?â
you weakly nod as he continues to abuse your cunt with his fingers, repeatedly jabbing your sweet spot and roughly rubbing your clit.
âah, fuck iâm gonna-â
you cut yourself off with a high pitched whine as the knot in your stomach snaps. toji continues to fuck you through your high.
âthatâs it, there you go.â
once youâve calmed down, he took his fingers out of you and leaves you to clench around nothing. he leans in close to your face to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. his tongue immediately invades your mouth, and you start sucking on it without a second thought. the only sounds that could be heard in the room were your quiet moans and your lips smacking.
as you guys continue to kiss, no one wanting to detatch for air, you feel something poke your bare thigh. breaking from the kiss, you look down to see tojiâs bulge poking through his towel. despite just having an orgasm, the sight of how painfully hard he was made your pussy throb. you look up at him with pleading eyes.
âyou wanna help me out baby?â he asked, already removing the towel from his waist.Â
you nod as you both adjust your positions. toji sits at the edge of the bed while you sit on your knees between his thighs. you look up at him with hooded eyes as he gives himself a couple of pumps. he gently slaps his cock on your lips and lets out a groan.
âfuck. suck it good baby.â
you grip his dick firmly, giving it a kitten lick before kissing it. it was thick and heavy in your hand, the tip an angry shade of red while dripping with precum.
you open your mouth and put as much as you could inside, using your hand to stroke the rest. you hollow out your cheeks as you bob your hand up and down, tongue swirling his tip. toji ran his finger through the roots of your hair before gripping a handful. he gave your hair a slight tug, causing you to moan around his dick.
âshit. ju-just like that.â
your hand slipped down to your pussy to play with your clit as you tried to take in more of him. the room was filled with your muffled moans and his pants and occasional praises. you were close to making yourself cum and, by the way tojiâs cock twitched, you could tell he was close too.
âfuck. stop.â
you ignored him and kept going until he tightened his grip on your hair and pulled you off.
âi said off.â
he uses his other hand to squeeze your cheeks and makes you look up at him, leaning dangerously close to your face.Â
âwhat i do?â you ask, slight desperation in your voice.Â
âyou think you can cut me off for months and expect me to not cum in your pussy?â
âi jusâ wanââ
âon the bed doll.â
you got up off your knees with some help and crawled back onto the bed. shortly after laying on your back, toji slots himself between your legs. he grabs one of your legs and dangle it over his shoulder. with the other hand, he grips his cock and rubs it up and down between your slit, covering it in your juices.
he rubs circles into the thigh on his shoulder as he stares into your eyes.
âyou ready baby?â
âplease.â
toji lined himself up before plunging into your tight hole. you let out a broken moan as you felt him fill you up. he didnât give you a chance to adjust before he started mercilessly pounding into your pussy.
âfuck- squezinâ me so tight,â he grunted out, pushing your leg to your chest to fuck into you deeper. the stretch made you roll your eyes back
with every thrust, you let out a fucked out moan.
âfuckinâ me sâ good. needed your dick so bad.â you whine, eyes rolling back with every jolt of pleasure.Â
âyeah? that littleânghâboyfriend of yours wasnât cutting it?â
he huffs as he is eyes travel from your fucked out face to your tits bouncing with every thrust. you blindly reach for his free hand and, without thinking, led it up to your neck. he smirks as he tightens his grip around your neck just enough to make you feel light headed.
âfuckâ yesyesyesâŠâ
as you feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure started to get a little overwhelming. you reach down to attempt to push him away but toji kept going, keeping you in place while leaning down to kiss along your jaw.
âhavenât been fucked properly in so long you running away now?â
he doesnât expect you to answer, recognizing how fucked out you are. he was also close to reaching his high, but heâd be damned if he came first.
ânoâno one will fuck you like i do, yeah?â he growls into your ear, moving his hips to fuck you in a different angle. his rhythm faltered a bit as your pussy gripped his dick tighter.
âyes, oâonly you can fuck me like this!â you gasp out, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.
âi know youâre close doll, go ahead and cream on my dick.â
with the permission you didnât know you needed, you finally let the tension in your body snap, squeezing your eyes shut and tightening your arms around his neck. a wave of pleasure flowed through your body as your pussy had a death grip on tojiâs dick.
âoooh shit, yes!â
you cumming set his orgasm off as he gave you one more deep thrust before cumming inside of you, removing his hand from your neck and lifting you off the bed with the arm to hold you closer.
âthatâs a good girl.â toji groans, holding you in place as you milk him dry. you both stay like that while you come down from your highs.
toji gently lowers you back on the bed and slowly pulls out of you, causing you to whimper at the empty feeling. you move your arms from his neck and grab his cheeks to pull him into a kiss. he reciprocates and the kiss is slow and gentle, but still a little desperate. you moan into the kiss as he sucks on your tongue.
after a few moments, when you two are fully relaxed, the kiss breaks. toji slowly gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom. it only takes a minute before heâs back with a wet washcloth. he begins to wipe the sweat off your body before cleaning your sensitive area. heâs not the most gentle, but it was still sweet.
ââââ
the silence was comforting before tojiâs phone started ringing.
âhello?âŠyeah sorry, i canât chill todayâŠfamily shit, you know how it isâŠâ
heâs sitting next to you, one arm around your shoulder as he talks to who youâre assuming is his girl. you look over at him, biting back a laugh so as to not get him into trouble. then you hear your phone start to buzz. you grab it from the bedside table and look at the texts.
sorry itâs been a while, i got caught up in some work.
itâs okay, it wasnât really important. we can hang later this week
after sending that text you look over to toji, whoâs smirking at you.
âyou ainât shit,â you assume he was reading the messages after he hung up the phone.
âneither are you,â you say back, returning the smirk.
toji shrugged before leaning back into the headboard.
âfairâŠyou want takeout?â
âalways.â
both of yâall really ainât shit.
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hi your fics are so amazing!!
if youâre open to requests, i was wondering if you could write a lestat x louis x reader fic that takes place during their huge fight in the townhouse? i can imagine the reader being a mother figure to claudia and trying to protect her during it and getting hurt in the process of trying to break up louis and lestat. iâd love to see how the reader deals with the aftermath of her and louisâ injuries as well as claudia taking care of the two of them.
sorry if its confusingđ i thought of this while rewatching s1
For The Love Of A Daughter | Lestat x Reader x Louis
à· out of fear, lestat does the unimaginable and has to try his hardest to win his family's trust back, but it may be too late
the comparison of s1 vs s2 of this scene had me on the edge of my seat đ„ș â ïž THIS IS S1 E5 âŒïž
How did your once beautiful family go to ruins? When Claudia was created? When she rebelled? Or when she left? Your daughter, you would go to hell and back for her, yet, you couldn't convince her to stay.
Lestat was cruelly strict with her, invading her privacy by reading her diaries, not considering the fact that she was trapped in the early stages of puberty for an eternity. She couldn't help that she was a young girl stuck in this body, and he never let her forget or made it easier on her.
Louis, he'd always been passive, about your companionship, as well as his role as a parent. He wanted to keep the peace and harmony. If that meant allowing Lestat to discipline her, then heâd turn his head to not have to watch out of guilt.
Then you, Lestat often complained that you spoiled her too much. You never raised a finger to her, nor your voice. You hadn't been brought up that way, and so you did the same with her. You still remember the night she left. Packing only a few things, while you and Louis tried convincing her to stay. Standing her ground, she gave you both a hug, letting the wind carry her away.
Seven years flew by, silence made its way into the house that no longer felt like a home. Louis nose-deep in book after book, Lestat leaving going god knows where, while you remained secluded, drawing, reading, and sometimes staring at the wall.
Tonight was a rarity, Lestat wasn't running off, and Louis sat on the sofa, reading, while you sat in a chair, your head lying on your arm, taking in the soft jazz music.
Hearing the door open, Claudia entered, setting her suitcase on the floor. Rushing over, you wrapped your arms around her, rocking back and forth. Pulling away, your heart broke as Louis hugged her tightly. He too had been taking it so hard, since she had been gone. Abruptly, the music stopped, Lestat glaring at her.
âThe prodigal daughterâ
âI've come to apologize, I put all of you in a bad spot, I wasn't right in my head. I am now,â she said. You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was something different about her, a certain brokenness, she was trying to shut away.
âApology not accepted,â Lestat said.
âHow was college? Magna cum? Summa cum? Phi Beta Kappa?â he continued.
âI've read a lot of books. Started with Persia and Babylon, the old gods who longed for blood. A lot of it was popcorn, but a few old tomes. A Romanian tract on vampirs. A strange old Hungarian text, âMasticatione Mortuorum,â the chewing dead. I plan to leave for that part of the world as soon as I can,â she told him. You and Louis shared a look, sensing that this wasn't headed in a positive direction.
âSo, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good,â Lestat spat.
âA quick stop to pick up my mama and Louis,â she told him. Your hand went to your stomach, trying to control the unsettling nervousness building up. Lestat glanced at the two of you, before glaring at her in disgust.
âOh, Perused a few folklore anthologies, and now you're going to cross the ocean and take on a society of monsters,â he said, slowly making his way towards her.
âIf what I've read is lies, then tell me what's true,â she told him, but he only continued to stare at her as if she was beneath him.
âSeven years and whatâs changed, other than you need a housekeeper?â she sneered. He slowly approached her, and as you were about to step forward to intervene, Louis grabbed your hand, discreetly shaking his head.
âThe vampires out thereâŠare vicious. Oh, but you've learned that already. Who did you meet out there in the American hinterland? Read her,â Lestat looked at the two of you, walking away. Staring at her, you quickly wiped the tear from your eye, you couldn't imagine what she had been through all on her own.
âThatâs it, keep 'em scared. That's his way,â she said to you both.
âThe vampires in Europe are much, much worseâ
âBut I think he's scared,â she spoke over him.
âI never asked, how did Charlie taste? Like the love you'll never really know,â he said, trying to get under her skin.
âAnd when he's scared, he ridiculesâ
âShe was a destitute little girl, destined to live an inconsequential little life,â he said, approaching the both of you.
âAnd we took it from her, we cursed her,â Louis said, making the smug expression drop from his face. Looking at you, his frown deepened, seeing you gaze at her, the bloody tears moments from seeping out.
âCome with me!â she called out, both of you staring at her.
âCome with me, mama, Louisâ
âLouis, Y/n,â Lestat said, becoming angry as neither of you looked at him.
âI thought I could live without either of you, but I was wrong,â Claudia said, her eyes pleading for you to come along.
âY/n, Louisâ
âLouis, Y/n,â Lestat continued, raising his voice.
âHis love is a small box he keeps you both in, don't stay in it,â she said, as you glanced at him.
âA thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her, you are just gonna up and leave me?!â Lestat yelled.
âPlease, come with me! Letâs be vampires worth of your love!â Claudia screamed before Lestat surged, choking her.
âGet off of her,â you said, going to shove him off of her. However, he was much stronger, gaining the upper hand, his fingers wrapping around your throat, he looked unrecognizable.
âYou, always choosing her,â he spat, before Louis charged over, tackling him.
As they fought, Claudia screamed, panicking, as you tried to keep up with them. Throwing Louis in the living room. Lestat straddled him, punching him in the face.
âLestat, stop it,â you cried out, jumping on his back, but he easily slung you across the room, as you smashed into the wall, you could feel your arm already broken.
âClaudia, stay down here,â you told her, rushing to the bedroom.
âStop fighting,â you screamed, as they continued tackling each other.
âLet him go,â you hear Claudia crying.
âItâs alright, you stay where you're at,â Louis told her, as if he wasn't completely bruised up.
âYou're going to choose her too? Leave me for her when she left you both, Iâve been here,â he told you, as you slowly backed away, unsure of what he'd do next.
âLestat st-
âDo not tell me what to do,â he told you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pulling you close. His nails were in your skin, with your airway completely blocked.
Dragging both of you downstairs, and outside, you could hear Claudia running.
âI fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper. I never once harmed either of you,â he said.
âLet him go,â you cried, hoarsely, trying to claw at his hand, while reaching for Louis.
âSilence,â he told you.
âUncle Lesâ
âIt's Uncle Les, now suddenly?â
âLet them go, they didn't do nothinâ, let them go, it's me you want,â you could hear her steps approaching.
âListen to me, and listen very carefully my infant death, it was never you. No matter how much your mama made you think otherwise,â he spat, crushing your throat, and dragging you both out into the road.
âI chose you, and you, given you the dark gift and you've betrayed me,â he said, biting into your neck, draining almost every ounce of blood from your body, before throwing you, watching as you flew into the backyard, colliding with bricks, you could feel your rib cage shatter.
However, as you stood up, you quickly fell to your knees in pain and fear for Louisâs life, watching as they flew into the sky to the point where they were no longer seen.
âMama, are you alright?â Claudia ran to you, reaching for her hand, your other hand on your throat. You couldn't speak, Lestatâs nails had managed to pierce through. Claudia gasped, as you coughed, blood spilling out.
âAre you okay?â you asked.
âIâm okay, we just need to get Louis,â she said, helping you stand, however, just as you stood, Louis fell from the sky, hitting the ground. Limping over, you were afraid to touch him, the slightest touch looked as if it would break him even more.
Crying, you looked up, staring into Lestatâs eyes as he flew over you all, not saying a word. You couldn't say it, but from your expression, there was no way you could easily forgive him after this.
Healing was a struggle, not just from the physical damage, but any previous trust was gone. While you managed to bounce back within a few months, Louis had a long way to go. Lestat skipped town and hadn't bothered to show his face.
You avoided thinking about him, altogether. Dedicating yourself to Claudia and Louis, from coffin-bound to limping, every day was progress. Louis was slowly getting better and you both worked on strengthing your bond with Claudia. Then the calls started coming.
All of this time, you managed to push through the soreness and pain, but the moment he called you hid away, licking your eternal wounds. He was a completely different person that night, the things he said, the things he'd done. After Louis fully healed, you were no longer opposed to the idea of leaving for Europe with Claudia.
Hearing the doorbell ringing, you turned your head, watching as Claudia went outside. You could hear his voice, he had gifts, and he wanted to talk, to apologize. Louis went upstairs, throwing his coffin out of the window, you couldn't help but snicker.
âThereâs your answerâ
âAnd where is Y/n? I know she would enjoy these paints, they are rare. I paid quite a price because I knew she would make the most beautiful-
âMy mama ain't got nothinâ to say to you, like you said, she betrayed you, choosing me,â she told him, shutting the door, and locking it.
Coming back to the living room, she glanced your way before to Louis, who came from upstairs. As Louis sat next to you, you pulled him close.
âYou okay?â you asked him.
âGetting there,â he mumbled, smiling as you kissed his cheek.
Lestat didn't show his face anymore, but the gifts never stopped. Each time more spontaneous than the next, and while you knew, Louis was becoming weaker, you wished you could say the same for yourself.
âEmily Dickinson is not a vampire,â Louis said, as you laughed.
âHow do you know?â she asked.
âBecause she is dead,â you pointed out.
âHow do you know?â
âShe got a grave,â Louis said.
âAnd a tombstone,â you added.
âSo do you,â She told Louis, all of you laughing, afterward.
As you crossed the streets, the driver honked their horn, as they slowly came to a stop in front of you. Opening the door, Lestat climbed out, smiling at you all. Rolling your eyes, you simply looked the other way.
â25 horsepower Rolls-Royce six-cylinder engine and a front end they call a coffin nose, is that rich? This oneâs yours, mineâs back at home in blue,â he said, showing off the new car, and tossing the keys to Louis.
âI know how much you despise driving, so I got you other things, the finest fabrics, books, art supplies, and music, waiting for you at home, I'm back in town permanently,â he continued, looking your way, but you just stared off to the side, as if you didn't see him.
âWere you gone?â Claudia asked him.
âAcross the river, in Algiers,â he said, you could still feel his eyes on the two of you.
âYou know who lives in Algiersâ Claudia said to you, as you clenched your jaw.
âI don't know what possessed me that night,â he said.
âThree years ago, that night, three years ago, he means,â Claudia corrected him.
âI was someone I don't want to be anymore. I've changed. Let me prove it to you. Iâm nothing without you. Iâm nothing without any of youâ
âIf you want me to go away, just say so. Iâll obey you. Iâll leave your lives forever. This silence is cruel, all I ask is that Y/n looks at me. You haven't spared me a glance since I've been here. Neither of you were ever cruel, don't let our situation change you,â he said.
âJust look at him,â Louis pleaded.
Turning to face him, he cleared his throat, straightening his posture. You didn't say anything, emotionlessly staring at him.
âYou look stunning as always, ma chĂ©rie,â he complimented, his heart breaking as you looked away again.
Taking the keys, Claudia threw them, before scratching the car, reaching for your hand, walking away.
Six years, came and went, and more gifts flooded the house. It was unspoken between you and Louis that you both missed him. Although it looked different, Louis wanted him to come running back, each extravagant, but sentimental gift was tugging more and more at Louisâs heart. You preferred the distance, reminiscing on the past, before that night. You didn't think you could have that back, now, you secretly enjoyed every time he saw you, or wrote to you, begging that you would acknowledge him.
Unexpectedly, it happened, the record came in the mail and was immediately played. The song meant to win you both back while pissing you off, a song sung by his affair partner. Louis was seething, grabbing the record, and ran out of the house.
âYou're not going with him?â Claudia asked.
âThey will be back,â you mumbled, knowing his plan worked, he got through to Louis and would be coming back.
âRule number four-
âKill Antoinetteâ
âAntoinette is my own private-
âAffair,â Claudia said.
âSaid child, interfering in the romantic lives of her parents,â Lestat said, wanting one of you to stop her. She had been sharp with him since the moment he stepped into the house.
âShe will be 33 soon, far from a child,â you reminded him, rolling your eyes.
âItâs a lick and a promise in vampire years,â he shrugged.
âMaybe, but I am not your child anymore, that's rule number five,â Claudia said, catching his attention.
His eyes shifted from her to you, your interlocked hands. She had you, wrapped around her fingers, taken from him. Louis was more willing to work on the broken relationship, but you had shut him out, choosing your child.
âIâll be your companion, your sister,â she told him, as he scoffed.
âIt's not as simple as choosing a new family configuration, now I'm your cousin, now I'm your aunt, I am your maker,â he told her rudely.
âIâm going to bed,â you said, standing abruptly, he looked into your cold eyes, searching for any emotion.
âWill you not lay down your rules, as well?â he asked, sarcastically.
âGood night,â was all you said, turning away, going upstairs.
âShe needs time,â you could hear Louis say.
Did you need more time? You didn't go through nearly as much as Louis and he managed to forgive him, why couldn't you? You were never maternal until Claudia came along, perhaps it came with being a mother. The way that he treated her, turned you against him. As much as you loved him, thinking back to the times you were spoiled, lavished as if you were royalty, you couldn't bring yourself to open up.
Hunting became insufferable. Louis began drinking human blood, it was supposed to bring everyone closer, hunting as a family, but you kept your distance. He knew he'd wounded you, his choice of words hurting you just as bad, and he'd have to be more persistent to win you back.
âI wished youâd look at me, the simplest glance would help me a great deal,â he said, following you, sighing in relief as you faced him.
âHappy?â
âYou have my heart at your will, your precious words command me, and I would do anything you ask of me,â he said, trying to fight the tears, as you slowly approached him.
âTake up your heart, I wouldn't want you to feel betrayed when I don't choose you,â you said, turning around, leaving him to stand there and try to gather his emotions.
âCould you at least try to compromise?â Louis asked you, as you looked through the different fabrics in the store.
âI am-
âNo, you're not, you put your coffin in Claudiaâs room, and the other night, whatever you said, he cried himself to sleepâ
âAw, poor baby,â you said, placing the fabrics into Louisâ arms.
âYou agreed that we would work things out, everybody is compromising trying to work through our problems, we need you too,â he said, pouting, as you approached the cash register.
âFine, I hate when you give me that look,â you playfully rolled your eyes at him.
âThank you, I love you,â you grinned.
âI love you,â you laughed, pecking his lips.
Later that night, after putting away your things, and changing into your nightgown, you were about to into Claudiaâs room, when you stopped. Huffing, you went to your shared bedroom, opening the door.
âDid she say anything? I left a note, but she never responds,â Lestat grumbled.
âI talked with her, but it is up to her to make a decision,â Louis said.
âI hope you don't expect us to squeeze that coffin,â you said, making both of them face you.
âWe could always sleep in the bed,â Louis offered, both of them approaching you.
âThank youâ he said, as you faced Lestat.
âWill you keep that stupid look on your face, or will you speak?â you asked.
âI didn't know it was okay for me to do so,â he chuckled.
âY/n is willing to compromise, she hasn't said it verbally, but she does still love you,â Louis spoke, as you stared at the two of them.
âMa chĂ©rie, if I could take back what I've said, what Iâve done-
âBut you can'tâ
âI can't, and I will have to live with the burden of knowing I hurt you and Louis both, your role in Claudiaâs life was never a problem, I am sorry, my love,â he said, walking to you, falling to his knees in front of you. His head laid against your stomach, and he continued to apologize profusely.
âTo have you look at me, after months of refusal, even if it is a look of anger, is to see heaven,â he said, looking up at you. Reaching for his hand, you helped him stand, pecking his lips. Holding your hand out for Louis, as soon as he was close enough, your lips were on his soft skin.
Pushing Lestat onto the bed, you straddled his lap, rolling your hips, as Louis stood behind you, kissing your neck. Leaning down, you wrapped your hands around his neck.
âIâll forgive you, but if you ever do anything remotely similar, Iâll make sure you burn in the sun, and Iâll wear you as makeup,â you said, making him smirk.
âAnything you say, although the thought of me being on your face, arouses me greatly,â he said, watching as you pulled Louis onto the bed, moving over to him.
Your nearly decade-long monogamy had now come to an end, sharing the night with Louis and Lestat. You had forgotten how spontaneous he was, managing to pleasure both of you.
âHave you taken him back, like Louis?â Claudia asked.
âFor nowâ you thought, as Lestat kissed along your shoulder blade.
âDo you think Louis will help?â
âHe willâ
âDo you think it will work?â
âI don't know, my child, but we will tryâ
âWe can do it, mama, he wants to keep you and Louis for himself, he hates me and would probably kill me if it meant having you both aloneâ
âI knowâ
Now lying in bed, Lestat in between you and Louis, both of you in his arms.
âI hope you will allow me to continue to prove myself to you, and I am lost without either of you, I feel empty without you both here with me, I love you,â he spoke, you couldn't deny the way your heart fluttered.
âThen it is official, we will kill Lestatâ
âAnd if our plan doesn't work?â
âThen we escape to Europe, we find other vampires, and we rebuild our lives there, does that sound okay?â
âIt sounds perfectâ
âGreat, good night mamaâ
âGood night, my childâ
Looking up at Lestatâs face, he lay peacefully, his eyes shut, face relaxed. He was incredibly handsome, you didn't dare tell Claudia but coming to this room, you were just as weak as Louis. Would you be able to kill this beautiful man, the love of your life? Or run away and live an eternity with your daughter? You couldn't decide anymore, only time would tell.
brotha eughhh, this was so mid
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beomgyu x fem!reader
synopsis: 'just one more game,' only you can't wait for it to be over
warnings: đ!!! oral (m!rec), slight voyeurism, hair pulling, dom!beomgyu, orgasm denial (m! and f!rec), no protection, creampie, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 2k
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for most of your off time with classes over for the summer youâve sat on the couch rotting away, watching your favorite show or hanging out with your friends. Sometimes Beomgyu went along with you to dinner or even sat and watched a few episodes with you but he spent most of his free time playing on his pc.
your daily routine left little time and you rarely saw each other even when you lived in the same apartment and slept in the same bed. you didnât find him coming to bed until late in the morning. both of your sleep schedules now completely thrown off and different from one anotherâs.
usually, it didnât bother you. it wasnât necessary to spend every waking moment with your significant other to be happy. it was necessary for you to receive attention at least once in the day before bed, at least a text. only you havenât seen beomgyu all day, the sound of his replies to his friends is enough to tell you heâs alive and well. you know heâd eaten because when you were in the shower you came out to find the pantry door open a crack after he grabbed what he wanted.
Now it was late, the city lights telling you it was dark enough in the day that you needed a lamp on. gyuâs voice spills through the walls as you turn off the TV. âno no you have to go around!â heâs yelling into his mic and even with the door closed you can make out every word spoken.
you only had the intention to say goodnight when you pushed open the door to the office. gyus pc set up illuminating the room purple, the curtains drawn closed. beomgyuâs face is washed in the glow from the monitor, headset on as his fingers work the keyboard free hand clicking the mouse. âIâm going to bed,â you say from the doorway and he doesnât even turn to acknowledge you. you speak up, âGyu?â
âIâll be there in a bit,â he mutters, turning his chin in your direction but not lifting his eyes off the screen. âNo, not you, Iâm on the left side,â he says to his teammates over the headset.
normally you would just go to bed without playing much into the easy dismissal. Gyu would climb in after you later in the night snuggling up trying to capture your warmth, kiss along your neck until the both of you drifted off to sleep. It was never a big deal but tonight you wanted attention and watching him tug up the sleeves on his sweatshirt to show off his forearms was enough to make your decision for you.
you pushed off the doorway moving to stand next to his desk. beomgyu only spares you a glance as you push his chair back, it's not even far enough for his hands to budge on the keys. there is just enough space for you to slip under his desk for you to rest your hands on his thighs and look up at him.
gyu does a double take when you wedge yourself in front of him, it's enough time for him to be distracted and the shouts from his friends over the headset are loud enough to hear without straining. âyou only have two more lives gyu we canât fucking loose because you canât pay attention!â the lights flashing red against his skin.
you canât help but smile, the sooner he gets kicked off the sooner heâs going to turn all his attention on you. your hands slide up his sweatpants, fingers slipping into the waistband but not tugging it down. beomgyu is back to watching his screen but you can tell your effect on him as his hips sink into the chair. As much as he could pretend to ignore you he was battling against the image of you on your knees right now. beomgyu was trying to keep his thoughts away but he was already getting hard at the implications. warm hands sliding up under his sweatshirt and tracing the lines of his stomach before traveling back down to his waistband. it was when you nudged your face into his semi-hard bulge when his hips lifted to meet your cheek. he was getting harder by the second and a single glance down at you with your cheek on his thigh and your hand over his sweats palming him through the fabric was driving him insane.
âbeomgyu!â someone yelled from his headset, gyuâs eyes snapping back to the screen to narrowly miss getting taken out in his game.
âSorry sorry,â he apologized voice thick as he tried to clear it, âwe have to hurry this round I need to take care of something,â
âWell donât throw the game at least try to pay attention,â itâs then when you slip your hand into his pants. beomgyuâs mouth falls open in a silent moan he tries to keep from the mic but itâs difficult to do when your thumb is circling his tip.
your giggle at his reaction makes him glance back down at you. he wants to end his game right then, his friends will forgive him eventually but heâs come so far already and a small part of him wants to see how far youâll go. he looks back to the monitor missing your slight pout at being ignored again.
beomgyu is hardly ever quiet when you give him head, not even when you give slow pumps with your hand. Now heâs trying so hard to keep his noises down, lip tucked between his teeth when you tug him free from his pants. veiny shaft thick in your palm as you adjust your speed. you want to push him further towards dropping the game but you canât lie and say you donât want his friends to hear him at least once. It's the fact he wants to be quiet that makes you lean over and lick up from the base of his cock to the tip.
beomgyu isnât expecting the feel of your tongue, his hiss breaking his concentration as he fumbles his fingers over the keyboard. you grip him around the base giving feather-light kisses along the tip of his cock. the ghost of your mouth makes his hips jerk up trying to chase the feeling. and when you finally slip him into your mouth gyus is quick to hit the side of his headset to silence his audio costing him another life in the game but the freedom to let out a chest-rumbling moan. âoh fuck- no wait- fuck,â the first half still caught on the mic since he wasnât fast enough.
you swirl your tongue around him, following the natural ridges, hands working what you donât fit down your throat. You could keep bobbing your head for as long as he needed but Gyu was back to watching the screen, hands unmoving from his keyboard, finger pressed on his mouse ready to keep playing like you werenât here at all. The only inclination that heâs affected is his soft whimpering coming from lips still between his teeth even though his friends couldnât hear him anymore.
pulling away completely you drop all contact with his body leaving him high and dry. He glances down, âI didnât say stop,â as if he could tell you what you could and couldnât do.
you huff a laugh, âI didnât even have to start,â you lean over to plant one last kiss on his pink tip, precum already coating his slit. his cock is standing up straight as you move back out from under the desk. âyou can come finish in bed once you get off your game,â you say sweetly and Gyu is openly gawking at you, the screen flashing red as he loses his final life in the game. You can hear the roar of his friends over his headset as you turn to walk away but you donât even take a step before you hear the creaking of the chair behind you.
gyu grabs the back of your shirt tugging the collar to pull you back towards him. he gives you no time to realize youâre in for it before youâre leaning over the desk with your face pressed into the smooth surface. beomgyu pushes his headset off his ears the sound of them falling to the floor not even making him flinch as he pushes down your shorts and panties.
youâre dripping already that even with no prep the stretch of beomgyu shoving himself between your folds doesnât burn. âyou little fucking tease,â beomgyu grunts slamming his hips into you, âsucking me off while I play wasnât enough huh? you needed to be stuffed so bad you knew I wouldnât have been able to stop myself from leaving to fuck you immediately,â
you canât even find your response as your cunt is being absolutely punished. beomgyu wraps his hand in your hair tugging your head back as he leans his chest against you so that he can press his mouth to your ear. ânow youâre going to take my load and head straight to bed and Iâll think about letting you finish when I think itâs time,â
your whine at the thought of not being able to cum is caught in your throat as beomgyu angles his hips to hit the perfect gummy spot deep inside you. your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head when he slips his free hand in front of you to rub at your swollen clit.
âShould I be nice?â his words fanning over your check your nod harder to achieve with his hold on your hair. âbut you know I donât have to finish what I started, I could just stop because I didnât have to start in the first place,â he pulls his hand away from your clit and youâre almost in tears at the loss.
âno please!â you whine, âIâm sorry please beomgyu please,â
you can feel him twitch inside you, knowing heâs close from the sound of his moans. and youâre so close to following after him knowing that if he presses his fingers back to your clit youâll cum without thinking twice.
you roll your hips back against him as he lets go of your hair to grab your hips. your face back to being pressed against the desk, a little bit of drool slipping out of your mouth as he hits your cervix.
beomgyu knows heâs going to cum and itâs because he wants to feel you fluttering and sucking him in deeper that he caves and drops a hand back down to circle your clit. instantly youâre crying out as you cum, legs shaking as youâre fucked into the desk. gyu finds it hard to pull out when you feel too wet and welcoming. the smacking of your skin against his mixed with your sweet sounds pushing him over the edge. hot ropes of his cum coating your warm walls both of your moans loud as beomgyu slowed his pace pressing his hips firmly against yours to make sure you feel as stuffed as possible.
both of you are panting trying to catch your breath when you hear the chatter from the headset on the floor. âyou could have at least silenced the call before you fucked,â âLiterally none of us would have been pissed if you went afk for a few so we didnât have to hear that,â
âfuck,â beomgyu groaned, he didnât realize that when he tossed the headset to the floor it landed on the button making sure everything was heard. âIâm never going to hear the end of this,â but he wasnât upset. He only kissed the back of your neck and then your cheek. He presses his mouth to your ear so that they canât hear him. âbut I donât care, I have my perfect little tease to take of me,â you giggle pressing your hand to your mouth to try and stifle the sound. ânow Iâm going to play one more round if you wanna cockwarm me until Iâm done I sure wouldnât mind that,â
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