#seeing all my friends performing without me being a part of it was. really fucking painful
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:( i feel so drained and empty today
#yesterday was really rough#yall know i was forced to quit winterguard well. i still am allowed to teach my old high school colorguard and we had a comp yesterday#the group that i used to be a part of was also there#seeing all my friends performing without me being a part of it was. really fucking painful#they were all nice to me but like. nothing will ever make this better.#they were all great they hugged me and let me cry and i miss them so much#had a huge scream cry sesh in my car after it was all over#i havent told the kids im not marching anymore and i just dont want to let them down#idk i feel like such a failure#and im going to have to see my winterguard group at every single competition that my kids go to#im dreading it i cant keep bawling at every show
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Change My Ways For You
Pairing: College!Fuckboy!Bucky x college!fem!reader
Summary: One of the only girls in school that didnât want Bucky Barnes was somehow the one he fell in love with
Warnings: Smut, fluff, reader doesnât take any of Buckyâs shit, himbo!Bucky, Bucky being a fuckboy,a bit of forced proximity, small part where Bucky is fucking someone else (ew), pinning, Bucky proving himself to be a sweet boy, non consentual kissing, Bucky being tooth rottingly sweet, Bucky calling reader sweets sweetheart and sweetcheeks, Steve is a dick (sorry not sorry), PROTECTED p in v (they are responsible in this one), fingering, fluffy smut, dirty talk, cockwarming?, so much praise, talk about STDs, delayed aftercare, talk about no aftercare, Bucky learns about aftercare so all is good
Word Count: 14.6k This is a long one
A/N: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading and helping with the direction; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. This fic is the most adorable and full of emotions. The angst, the fluff, the feelings and especially Bucky. The way they act around one another â itâs absolutely great and definitely a read worth it!
âI have to admit, some of your grades in this class are less than I expected. Some of you have excelled in my class, but there are quite a few students to which their performance, to put it nicely, has been subpar.â A few students in the room look around, trying to see who looks guilty of having shit grades. You couldnât care less; you know your grades are great so itâs not your problem if someone else is failing.Â
All you want to do is get out of class and go back to your dorm to sleep, having stayed up way too late to finish a research paper for a different class. Your professor walks back over to his desk and leans back on it, sighing and taking off his glasses to wipe them on his sweater.Â
âNow, while I understand that this course is not for the faint of heart, I still expect all of you to put in effort, and based on these,â he holds up the essays that were due last week, âI can tell that some of you just donât care. Not even mentioning those of you who didnât turn in your paper.â
You hear a scoff a few rows behind you and you know itâs Bucky Barnes without having to turn your head. He is the resident fuckboy, not caring about school or his education, just going to parties and fucking every living thing in sight. Sometimes you think that the only reason he is even in college is to have the âcollege experienceâ of âbeing free and having a bit of fun.âÂ
Heâs never turned your head, rather just been a thorn in your side three times a week when you go to class, always joking with his friends next to him or talking about his latest trist. You donât want to hear about how loud a random girl screamed when she came on his cock. You were here to get your degree and finally move out of this shitty town you were stuck in.
Honestly, you doubt that Bucky was even giving anyone orgasms. In your experience, men who brag about how good they were in bed were nothing but a disappointment, giving you about 30 seconds of mediocre sex until they came inside a condom and rolled over only to ask you, âdid you cum?â The answer was always no. You didnât have the patience to stroke any manâs ego when they couldnât even make you wet.Â
Bucky did nothing but make you roll your eyes, annoyed by the absolute gall of himself. âNow, because I donât want my class average to go down because of a few dumbasses, I have sent some of you an email to meet me in my office after hours in which I will pair you up with another student in hopes that it will give you a kick in the ass since I cannot be bothered to spend more time teaching you.â You like your professor, you really do. He was one of the chillest professors youâve had, but a twinge of fear goes through you. You fucking hope that he doesnât pick you to help another student, especially Bucky.
You hang on to the sliver of hope that he wonât pick you. He knows that youâre busy, right? Between work and school you donât have any time to tutor anyone. The topic stays on your mind long after you leave class, delaying looking at your email just in case he picked you to help another student.Â
As the hours went by, however, you knew that you had to check it. You cursed when your laptop had battery; if it didnât, it would have given you an excuse to not show up if you were picked. Nonetheless, you opened your school email, only to find out that you had been picked and you needed to go down to your professors office in a half hour.
Getting dressed, you had the most intense scowl on your face. This was the last thing you needed added onto your plate. You only hoped that he would pair you up with someone who didnât need that much help, but you were proven wrong when you walked in only to find Bucky sitting down looking like he would rather be anywhere else.
âTake a seat, please.â You huff and sit down, moving your body away from Bucky as much as you could. You didnât really feel comfortable around him. Heâs never done anything to you per say, but youâve seen his shameless flirting and it makes you uneasy and never want to be on the receiving end of it.
You donât pay attention to anything your professor says, something about helping Bucky over the next few months until heâs passing or fails out of the course. Youâre too lost in thought to care. On top of everything you have going on, now you have to help the one person you canât stand.
Your professor dismisses the both of you with instructions to meet at least twice a week to study together. Bucky walks out before you and you assume that he has sprinted away to go to another party given that it was late afternoon, but you find him right outside the door.Â
âSo, sweetcheeks, I guess youâre gonna be seeing a lot of me now.â His eyes run up and down your body, like this was the first time heâs seen you. It makes you shift and wrap your arms around your middle, trying to soothe yourself. Bucky clearly takes this the wrong way and thinks that you like his hungry eyes and steps closer to you. âHow about I give you my number and we can meet up, ya know, to study? Or if you ever need something, Iâm sure we can figure something out.â
You donât want to give him your phone, thinking about where his hands have been. Ever since his step closer to you, you can smell the scent of sex on him. If you look closer at his beard you can see the glisten on it, most likely from some girl he ate out right before he came to the meeting.Â
âJust tell me your number, James so we can get this over with. I donât want to help you and you donât want my help. Clearly you donât give a shit about this class and you only want to get in my pants.â He raises his eyebrows at your tone, a little shocked that you spoke to him like that. Before he opens his mouth you continue, âI mean, look at you. Youâre flirting with me when I can fucking see that someoneâs pussy was on your face, and that makes you think that I want to have sex with you?â
He opens his mouth one more time but you arenât finished, finally able to snap at him for all the times heâs pissed you off. âIâm not going to be one of the girls you add to your roster so you can get that idea out of your head right now. The only time I am going to interact with you is when I have to, okay? Now give me your number so I can go back to my dorm and fucking sleep.â
Bucky is shocked, not having anyone talk to him like that. It pisses him off that you rejected him. Everyone wanted a piece of him, but he has time to change your mind. He canât lie, your sass was making his pants tighter, but he relents and gives you his number before you walk away while he watches your ass, palming his dick through his pants.Â
He needs to relieve the pressure in his groin and heâs sure as hell youâre not going to help him and his hand is nowhere near good as a pussy, so he goes out to Steveâs party, knowing that he can get a girl in minutes.
âFuck, yeah baby, that pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Shit, love that ass too, you gonna let me fuck it? Yeah, I bet you fucking would too.â Bucky doesnât know how the two of them ended up in the bathroom, fucking each otherâs brains out, but heâs not complaining. When she offered to get on her knees and suck his cock he pulled her into the nearest room, cumming on her face before pushing her into the mirror, smearing her makeup and his cum all over the mirror.
The slam of his hips was brutal, surely going to leave bruises on her hips but he didnât care, as long as she wasnât complaining, he would do whatever he wanted with her, fucking her like she was a slut. âFuck, baby, gonna make me fucking cum. Pussy is so fucking tight.â He lets a groan out, close to cumming.Â
 Usually he didnât make much noise during sex other than dirty talk, only breathing heavily and groaning when he was about to cum, but he was always composed. Sex felt great, but he never felt the need to moan. He never understood why men would moan like a slut just over some pussy, and he doubted that he would ever embarrass himself like that during sex.
âLove the way that ass bounces, so fucking hot.â This was the way Bucky fucked - from behind watching the girlâs ass jiggle. He wasnât one to fuck any other way. Bucky didnât give a shit to watch her face or look into her eyes, he just wanted to cum as fast as possible so he could move on with the rest of his day. He thought missionary was quite possibly the most boring position ever created, not like he ever made it to a bed anyway.
âShit, gonna take my cum, bitch? Yeah, you fucking are, just a little fucking cumdump for me, letting me fuck you in a dirty bathroom, too horny for my fat cock.â He was babbling, just wanting to cum so he could go back out to the party and have another drink, maybe even pick another girl up for later.
Bucky lets out a low groan, filling up the condom with his cum. Once his orgasm is finished, he pulls out, taking the rubber off and throwing it away. Pulling his pants back up, the girl turns around, clearly affronted. âI didnât even cum, baby.â Her voice was high and annoying, making Bucky roll his eyes.Â
âSorry, but your pussy made me bust early.â He chuckles knowing damn well that it was a lie. He just couldnât be bothered to make her cum. Why would he put in the extra work to make her cum when he was just having fun? If she wanted to cum so bad she could have handled it herself. He wasnât stopping her from using her own hands. Bucky either ate a girl out until she came to get her nice and wet if he was feeling generous that day or left her to her own devices while he took his own pleasure from her body.
She blushes, âoh, thanks, thatâs sweet of you.â Bucky just wants to get the fuck back to the party and sheâs talking too fucking much. âMaybe we can do this again.â
He can hear how hopeful she is and he felt just a little bit bad so he decided to humor her. âSure, Sherry, whenever Iâm free. You know college life and all, working hard in classes every day. Gotta keep up that 4.0 GPA.â As he heads for the door, he hears her squeak out, Itâs Sally!
The next day is when youâre supposed to meet Bucky in the library to study, but itâs been a half hour and he still hasnât shown. You decide to study what you need to. If Bucky wanted to fail you werenât going to go out of your way to help him. You werenât his mother; he was a grown man and he was responsible for himself.Â
Nearly an hour later, Bucky stumbles in, clearly reaping the effects of the alcohol binge he must have been on the night before. It was no wonder why he was failing his classes. When he sees you, a smile graces his lips, trying to make you forget that he was more than fashionably late. âHeeyyyy, sweetcheeks. You been waitinâ on me long?â The closer he gets the more you can smell the musk of sex and alcohol.
âJames, are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?â You know he is and you fight the urge to turn your nose up at the offensive smell coming off him.
âHuh? Oh, shit, I am. Well would yaâ look at that?â He laughs before plopping down in the seat next to you, his smell even worse than before. He tries to give you what you assume is a sexy look, but he just looks like he just awoke out of a coma. âHow about you help me change them then, sweetcheeks? Maybe even give me a good scrub, make sure Iâm real clean? Oh, and sweets, call me Bucky since weâre gonna get real close.â
There is no way that he is trying to have sex with you when his stink is filling up the entire section of the library. Anger bubbles up in your chest. You were here to help him and he is taking this whole thing like a joke. âI donât have time for this, James. Unlike you, I actually care about my grades and donât think with whatâs in my pants.â
As you go to walk away, Bucky tries to grab your wrist, wanting to mess with you some more, but his motor skills havenât come back yet and he was too slow. âCâmon, sweetheart, I was just messinâ with yaâ, donât get your panties in a twist.â Bucky holds his tongue about wanting to sniff your panties, not wanting to antagonize you further, but you just keep storming away and soon enough youâre out of Buckyâs sight.
Bucky huffs, annoyed that you walked away from him. Not because he actually wanted to talk to you, no of course not, itâs because no one has ever walked away from him. He walks away from girls after he fucked them, not the other way around. Grabbing his shirt, he lifts it up to smell it, turning his head away when the stench hits him. âDamn, no wonder she fucking sprinted away from you, Barnes.â Bucky stands up, almost falling over when gets lightheaded, the effect of drinking all night with no food catching up to him.
He slowly makes his way back to his dorm to shower and get out of his grimy clothes, feeling it stick to his skin in the worst way possible. He realizes that he only gave you his number and you didnât give him yours so he has no way of texting you to see when your next session is. Maybe he would have made it on time if you texted him. It wasnât his fault he was late. Honestly, you should have reminded him since you are supposed to be helping him.
The next day Bucky sees you in class and luckily he doesnât reek this time. Instead of sitting in his usual seat, he goes down a few rows and plops down next to you. âSo, sweetheart, I donât mean to question your teaching methods, but seems to me like youâre a pretty lackluster teacher, runninâ out on me like that.â You slowly turn your head, completely shocked at the sheer audacity of this man. How dare he say anything about you when he showed an hour late and proceeded to ogle you like a piece of meat?
âExcuse me? You wanna say that again, James? Because I donât think I heard you right, because you better not have just said that Iâm the problem.â
âI was just teasinâ ya, sweets. But if this is gonna work ya gotta help me a little bit. I mean, youâre the teacher and all.â You wanted to slap that smug smirk right off of his face.
âIf this is going to work, James, then you need to try. Iâm not going to pull my weight and yours so get that idea out of your head right now. Iâll be in the library at 4:30. If youâre so much as a minute late, Iâll tell the professor to get someone else to deal with you.â With that you got up and changed your seat, not wanting to be around him for another second.Â
Bucky felt his pants tighten again. He really needs to do something about your attitude, like fuck it out of you. It wasnât a lie that he found you attractive and the thought of bending you over your desk and watching your ass bounce made his cock even harder. Bucky was contemplating asking the girl next to him for a handjob but the thought of her hands around his cock didnât seem as good as what he thought your hands would feel like.
So instead of that, Bucky moved his seat to the back of the room so he could jerk off. A man has needs after all and Bucky has never had to worry about someone taking care of his boners until now.
Bucky decides not to push his luck and he actually shows up to the library on time, sans all of his books, but at least heâs there. He sees you in the corner, hunched over your laptop, typing away. You look cute too, with your tongue slightly passed your lips in concentration and eyebrows pulled together. Reading glasses perched on your nose. His sweetheart was working hard. What the fuck, Barnes? Bucky is taken aback by his own thoughts. He has never looked at a girl like that, when none of his thoughts are about how many different ways he could fuck them.
You roll your eyes when you see that Bucky didnât bring anything with him, just the air of arrogance that seems to follow him wherever he goes. âWould yaâ look at the time, sweets? Iâm early. See I happen to take my education very seriously.â You swear, if you roll your eyes anymore because of this man, theyâre going to be stuck in the back of your skull.Â
âYeah, yeah. What did the professor say you needed to work on?â You want to get straight to business. The faster you get this done the faster you can leave.
âUh, well. I donât exactly know what.â He tries to smile to soften the blow of his incompetence as he sits next to you, but you are almost vibrating in anger at how useless he is.
Huffing, you angrily click at your laptop, going to check the email your professor gave you, knowing that Bucky couldnât be trusted to remember. âJames, please tell me how your grade is a 13% and youâre still in college?â You had no idea that someone could have a grade that low and not be kicked out of the entire course.
âWhat! No way, let me see that.â You slide the laptop over to him, showing the proof of his negligence. âWell, damn, we have a lotta work to do then, sweetcheeks.â You ignore his comment and pull up his most recent essay, surprised that he turned it in at all, but not shocked to see how terribly he did.
âJames, what did you even think this essay was about?â
âUh, nature and care?â Your mouth drops open and you just stare at him for a minute, making him squirm under your gaze.
âJames, this was an essay on Frankenstein, and you were supposed to analyze the difference between nature versus nurture. You wrote about the fucking trees!â
Bucky clearly didnât understand the problem with his essay. âYeah, thatâs nature!â
âNo, James. Nature as in how you are, like how you were born, not how you were raised. You were supposed to compare how Victor was nurtured all his life but was full of hate and spite, but the creature never had any care but he was benevolent until everyone who encountered him abhorred him!â
You were talking too fast and Bucky didnât understand a word of what you said. You were using words that he had never heard of before. âSo, you can fix it, right, sweets?â That same sly smile was on his lips. The look on your face was enough to make him backtrack. âUh, so we can fix this right? You know, since weâre a team now.â
The resting bitch face you gave him had him shifting his eyes around the library, trying to avoid it. As soon as he did, however, he regretted his decision when his party hook up locked eyes with him. His eyes immediately went to your laptop, typing random words onto the document you pulled up, trying to seem busy.
âSo, sweetcheeks, Iâm picking up what youâre putting down. So Victor is a bitch and Frankenstein is cool.â The sound of your voice correcting him by calling the creature Frankenstein is drowned out by the shrill voice of his past trist.
âHey, baby, havenât seen you since that party. See you're working hard, keeping up that 4.0 I see.â She lets out a giggle and strokes his bicep. You raise an eyebrow but donât say anything about his supposed GPA. Youâre taking great pleasure in watching Bucky squirm, clearly not wanting anything to do with her now that heâs gotten his rocks off.Â
âAnd who is this? I bet my smart baby is helping her study, right? Thatâs so sweet of you to help out, really. Not everyone would want to help the ugly girl.â You wheeled your head back, about to bite her head off for daring to say shit about your looks when the foundation on her face was three shades lighter than her chest that was almost spilling out of her way too small top. Now you were never one to judge, but if someone comes for your looks, you come right back at them.
Before you got the chance to tear her a new one, Bucky interjected. âYaâ know me, always helping out where I can, even those less fortunate than me.â His eyes were glued to her chest and you doubted that he even knew what she said to begin with. âListen, Sandy, how about we catch up after Iâm done and I can help you out too?â
The âsexyâ look on her face dropped. âMy nameâs Sally, nevermind, you can have the ugly bitch!â Bucky cringes slightly at getting her name wrong again; he was never good with those. You donât know why you were involved with their lovers quarrel, but a twinge of hurt sprouts in your heart. You didnât even do anything to her and she had to come at you for your looks, and Bucky didnât say a fucking word.
Grabbing your things, you pack them with more force than necessary, but you donât give a fuck. âSweetheart, where are yaâ going? Donât listen to her, sheâs just a bit jealous that Iâm with yaâ.â
How does he not see what he did wrong? You just glare at him before turning on your heels and walking away. There is no way that youâre going to spend anymore time or energy on him when he isnât going to try. If it was anyone else, maybe you wouldnât be so hurt, but for just one second you thought that Bucky wasnât as bad as he made himself out to be.
âSweets, câmon, we still have that essay to write.â Was this man really following you down the hall? Yes, yes he was.Â
You spin around, eyes ablaze just to walk back up to him and push his chest. âYou have an essay to write because I. Am. Done. You donât give a fuck about this and I refuse to put myself through this for nothing.â
âWhat did I even do?â Now you were shaking with anger.
âWhat did you do? You havenât tried at all, showing up late, trying to get me to fuck you, and worst of all, you let someone talk about me like that right in front of you and didnât say a fucking word. You know, for a second there I thought you might be a nice guy, but you proved me the fuck wrong.â
Bucky had the nerve to look angry at what you said. Pushing you against the wall, he stares into your eyes. âSweets, youâre really starting to piss me off. Iâm fucking trying and itâs not good enough for yaâ. I ought to fuck that attitude right outta yaâ.â His eyes drop down to your lips and youâre too stunned to speak, not expecting him to push you up against a wall.Â
He was starting to scare you, getting into your space like this, but before you could tell him to back off his lips smashed against yours. It was rough and fast. Your lips stayed still but your eyes were wide open, shocked at what he was doing. You tried to push his chest, but he only got closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, one hand dropping to your ass.
You struggled to free one of your hands, but as soon as you did you slapped Bucky in the face as hard as you could given your angle. He pulls back, shock on his face at the fact that you hit him. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing! What made you think that I wanted to kiss you, asshole!â You try to wipe your lips, wanting to get the memory of his lips against yours off.
Bucky just stood there, not knowing what to say. He didnât know what came over him. You shook your head and practically ran away to your dorm so you could shower and wash his touch off of you. The next day you were glad you didnât have class with Bucky, but the remains of his kiss were still lingering. You didnât even want to help him to begin with and this is how it ends up? With him forcing you to kiss him.
You didnât want to tell anyone what happened, just wanting to forget the whole thing. But you couldnât avoid Bucky for long since you did have to share a class together. He tried to come up to you, but you saw it out of the corner of your eye and switched seats before he could reach you. The entire hour and a half lecture was spent making sure Bucky wasnât making his way any closer to you.
Instead of rushing out when class was over, you made your way down to your professors desk. âProfessor, could I talk to you in your office for a minute? Itâs important.â He might be relaxed most of the time, but your professor always made sure everyone in his class felt like they could talk to him if needed.Â
Nodding his head, he leads you to his office and closes the door behind you, but not before you catch a glimpse of Bucky looking like a kicked puppy. He knew what you were about to talk about in that office, but there was nothing he could do about it. âHave a seat and tell me whatâs going on. Youâve seemed off the past couple of lessons and Iâm starting to get worried.â
You gulped, not knowing why it was so hard to say that you donât want to tutor Bucky anymore. You didnât want to let your professor down. Maybe it was because he reminded you of a father that you never had, but you just wanted to make him proud, showing him that you were capable of what he entrusted to you. He was looking at you, waiting to listen.
âUm, well, I have been distracted, but I think that it would be best for James to-â You canât finish the rest of your sentence when you look at your professor. He trusted you to help Bucky and you canât throw his trust away. âI think it would be best for James to have a more structured plan and I wanted to discuss that with you.â
The pride in his eyes was undeniable and you forgot about all the shit Bucky has put you through over the last few days. âOf course, what did you have in mind?â When you get out of his office, Bucky is still waiting, most likely missing the next party one of his friends is having.
You donât even look at him, only grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him with you all the way down to the library. âSweets, listen, I didnât mean to make yaâ feel-â Turning around, you cut him off and he stumbles to a stop.
âNo, I donât want to hear it, James. You listen to me. We will meet in this library every other day at this exact time and you will keep your mouth shut and work. Do you hear me?â Bucky feels his pants tighten, but doesnât say a word about it, slightly scared to talk back to you.Â
He just nods his head, finally noticing how beautiful you were. How your eyes held so much emotion in them, even when you didn't let it show on your face. Or how your lips form a small frown, the sides pulling down giving you an adorable pout. The small belmishes on your face, the tiny imperfections, created the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
âA nod is not an answer, James. Use your words.â Bucky swears that he could have cum in his pants at that exact moment. No woman has ever been so dominant with him in or out of the bedroom.Â
He gulps before finding his voice again, hoarse but still working. âYes, maâam. I wonât let yaâ down again. I swear.â You stare into his eyes for a few seconds longer, determining if you believed him or not, giving Bucky more time to appreciate every part of your face he didnât notice before.
You let go of his shirt and keep walking and Bucky follows you like a lost puppy, eyes downcast to your ass but not being able to see much with your hoodie going down past it. Instead of going to the corner of the library you were at last time, you walk to one of the private study rooms. âSit and get your shit out.â
Bucky wastes no time following your direction, loving how brazen you were. You sit down next to him, giving him the opportunity to smell your perfume, the light scent intoxicating. âSo, teach, what are we working on first?â His eyes are bright and attentive, taking in your facial expressions. Heâs trying to butter you up, make you less angry at him.
âWe have to fix your atrocious essay. Itâs worth the most amount of points so hopefully it will bring your grade up.â You root through his binder, nothing organized at all. When you find it and pull it out you sigh, not knowing where to even start. âOkay, first things first, you need to at least understand what this is about.â
You explain everything to him, stopping to see if he is still following along, surprised to see him paying attention, going so far as to interrupt every so often to ask questions. For the first time since he got to college, Bucky is trying. The two of you sit there for a few hours, going over the essay line by line, fixing his mistakes. To your surprise, his grammar wasnât too bad. At least he had something going for him.
The next few lessons go by the same way, Bucky working hard to not piss you off, but also to improve his grades. There were no flirty comments, no complaining about you being bossy. He was falling for you, something that Bucky never thought would happen to him.
He didnât know how it started. Maybe it was that day you told him off, grabbing his shirt and putting him in his place. Whatever it was, he didnât care. You were so beautiful and smart. God you were smart. It amazed him how easy it was for you to explain the assignments to him.Â
Bucky stopped going to parties, too. For once he didnât find interest in getting shitfaced drunk and sticking his dick in a random girl; although it was giving him his first ever case of blue balls, it just felt wrong to have sex with another girl. He tried once at the last party he went to before he decided to stop going, but her hand on his cock didnât make him pulse with need. Bucky ended up faking a phone call, saying that his friend was in the hospital and he needed to go see him.
As the weeks pass, Bucky can tell youâre getting soft on him, especially when you called him Bucky for the first time.
 âCâmon, sweets, it canât be that bad helpinâ me out.â Bucky leans back in his chair, his signature smirk plastered on his face.Â
âDonât know what youâre talking about, James because from where I stand, Iâm losing IQ points by the minute with you.â You still try to sass him but Bucky can tell youâre fighting off a smile. The two of you talk like actual friends now - no more jabs at his promiscuity and no more ogling.
âAh, I think itâs the other way around. I can feel myself gettinâ smarter with yaâ.â Bucky puts his head on the table in front of you, moving so he could look at your face. His eyes glisten, showing the sweet man hidden underneath his tough exterior.
âOh, give me a break, Bucky, youâre just trying to butter me up so Iâll do all the work for you.â You smile, looking down at him with the same adoration heâs giving you. His name leaving your lips felt right, smooth and sweet.
Buckyâs eyes widen, not expecting his name to sound so damn good coming from you. He doesnât say anything in fear of you going back to calling him James. Now that youâve called him Bucky, he never wants to hear his first name come out of your mouth again. He wants to be your Bucky.
You canât deny the feelings youâve developed for Bucky. The man charming his way into your heart, but you know you canât act on them. You doubt that Bucky has ever been in a serious relationship, only going for one night stands. Even though youâve seen first hand how sweet of a man he can be, you still arenât convinced that he would be interested in dating.
But Bucky doesnât share the same sentiment. Today is the day heâs going to ask you on a date, hoping that youâll say yes and give him a chance to prove himself to you, prove that he can be the man you deserve. Like always, youâre in the library before him, already set up and waiting. When you see him walking over you wave, the same gorgeous smile he fell for gracing your lips.Â
You could tell that he was nervous, stuttering and not meeting your eyes. âBucky, whatâs going on with you? Donât tell me that you forgot to turn in the essay that weâve been working on.â
Bucky smiles sheepishly at you. âNo, sweets, I remembered to turn it in. I, uh, well, yaâ know. I got a question for yaâ.â Mentally slapping himself in the face, Bucky blushed.
Staring at him suspiciously, you pushed your laptop away, giving him your full attention. âWell, sweets, youâve been so good to me over these past few weeks. Really turned me around. I didnât think that I would be able to do all this college shit, you know?â It wasnât a question that he wanted you to answer. âYou made me change my ways. I donât want to go to parties and get blackout drunk anymore. To be honest, Iâd much rather spend my time with you.â
Bucky takes a deep breath while you gaze at him with a blank expression on your face, making him even more nervous than before. âDoesnât matter what weâre doing, sâlong as itâs with you I donât care.â
You cut off his rambling, afraid of where he is going. âBucky, what are you trying to say to me?â You know what he is trying to say, but you donât know how to react to it. Itâs not like you havenât imagined what it would be like to go out with him, but thatâs just not the man he is.
âIâm tryinâ to be romantic right now, sweets.â He lets out a little giggle, playing with his hands to try to calm himself down. âWhat Iâm tryinâ to say is, would you like to go on a date with me?â Bucky feels his heart drop when you only stare at him, not even blinking. His knee starts to bounce, the anticipation becoming too much for him.
You sigh, thinking about what to say to him. The two of you have a good friendship, one that you never thought you would have, but starting a relationship with him is terrifying. âBucky, listen.â Just from the way you started your sentence, Bucky regrets saying anything. âItâs not that I donât like you, I really do, but I canât deny that your past scares me.â
âWhat do you mean, sweets?â For a man so observant, he can be a little dumb.
âYou donât do relationships, Bucky. Youâre used to no strings attached and dating includes a lot of strings.â Bucky clenches his jaw, of course his past would come back to bite him in the ass.
âI donât want no strings attached anymore. I want to be with you and only you.â You close your eyes, putting your head down slightly. You want to believe him, you really do, but you donât want to get your heart broken. Gently, Buckyâs hand grabs your chin, moving you to face him. âLet me prove myself to you, sweets, just give me a chance and if I blow it I give you full permission to kick my ass.â
That brings a small smile to your lips, but youâre still not convinced. âWhat if you get bored of me? Being with the same person over and over again?â Buckyâs heart aches at your words, not used to seeing you unsure of yourself. How could he ever get tired of you? He knows that he is the one who caused your insecurities. If he didnât sleep around as much as he did, then you wouldnât worry about his loyalty.
âSweetheart, ever since you put me in my place, I havenât touched another woman, canât even think about someone who isnât you touchinâ me. Just one chance is all Iâm askinâ and I promise that I will show you how much I care.â
Closing your eyes, you lean into his warm palm, letting yourself feel him. His eyes hold so much vulnerability and you feel yourself losing the ability to say no to him. âJust one chance, Barnes. And if you hurt me I swear to God.â Youâve never seen Bucky smile so wide, pure joy adorning his face.Â
The smile never left his face, only growing wider. âWouldnât dream of it, sweets. What about you come over to my dorm and we can have a movie night? Maybe you could even stay over?â He looks sheepish, worried youâll turn him down. At the quirk of your brow he rushes to explain himself. âNot like that! Just to hang out.â
You head back to your dorm to get a change of clothes while Bucky waits outside so he could walk with you back to his. As soon as you walk out, he is rushing to grab your bag from you, insisting that he carries it. âBucky, I can carry my own bag, you know. Iâm capable of that much.â He loves your little attitude, never accepting his help.
Throwing an arm over your shoulder, Bucky leads you away, not giving you your bag back. His dorm is just what you expect from a college frat boy: trash can overflowing, clothes on the floor, food left out, bed a complete mess. Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky shyly looks at you. You decide to only give him a little bit of grief for the mess. âAm I allowed on the bed or have you fucked someone here?â
Buckyâs eyes widen, frantically shaking his head. âNo, never brought anyone back to my dorm.â Toeing your shoes off, you ask him where the bathroom is, changing your clothes before you flop onto the bed, letting yourself sink into the fluffy mattress. For a minute, Bucky feels his brain malfunction. The sight of you in his bed is probably the hottest thing heâs ever seen. He would give his left arm to have you naked right now, his cock buried deep inside you, your pussy pulsing around his cock, moaning when he rubs little circles on your clit.
âYou just gonna stand there, or are you gonna put on a movie, loverboy?â Shaking his head, Bucky nods and heads over to grab his laptop before climbing into bed, leaving space in between the two of you in case you didnât want to be too close. âI didnât know that hanging off the side of the bed was your style, but if you want to leave me to freeze feel free to do so.â
Bucky doesnât know how to act around you, this whole dating thing is uncharted territory for him. He just moves over, your thigh pressed to his. Bucky had to will his cock to not get hard, the softness of your body was making it hard to think straight. The fact that heâs only jerked off for the past month isnât helping either.
You move to get more comfortable, which so happens to include you snuggling into his side, curling your arms around his bicep. Bucky has no clue what the movie is about, the image of all the things he wants to do to you in this bed are too much for him. He doesnât know what the feeling passing over him is. He likes this. He likes the feeling of your body pressed to his. Not in a sexual way, although he wouldnât mind that either, but in a completely innocent way. Bucky never stayed around after he came, always getting dressed and leaving. Heâs never had a woman press their body against his just to find comfort.
Somehow, Bucky is following along with the plot of the movie, but he knows that it was just because of how you interacted with all the characters like they could hear you. Bucky would usually hate that, he hates when people talk through movies, but he couldnât find it in himself to be angry with you. If anything, he was glad that you kept talking, giving him the opportunity to hear your voice.
Halfway through the movie you stop talking. When Bucky looks down he sees that you fell asleep on his chest. Of course at that moment Buckyâs bladder decided that he needed to pee urgently. He tried to hold off for as long as he could, focusing on the part of your mouth and the bit of drool leaking from it. But try as he might, he needed to use the bathroom.Â
He tried to maneuver you to not disturb your sleep but you woke up as soon as he moved. âWhere you going?â Shit, heâs going to have to pee with a boner because your sleepy voice sent blood right to his cock.Â
âJust gotta take a leak, be right back.â You just snuggle deeper into the pillows, humming in understandment. Bucky has to put one hand on the wall in the bathroom, leaning over the toilet at an awkward angle trying to push his erection down with his other hand so he could pee. It took a bit of work, but he was able to go without making a mess. Now, Bucky might be a lot of things, but unhygienic isnât one of them and before he goes back to bed he washes his hands.
Once he walks back into the room he sees that youâre more awake than before but still laying in bed. He hits the lightswitch on his way over and turns on the lamp, letting the soft glow illuminate your features. âWhat took you so long? Almost fell back asleep.â
Before he could answer, you wrap your body around his and feel his hard cock through his sweats. Pulling away slightly, your face gets hot. Thatâs why he took so long. âShit, sweets, Iâm sorry. Itâs just, well, you were in my bed, and you look so gorgeous. Not that Iâm expecting anything! But the image of you is fucking hot. Fuck, I shouldnât have said that.â
Your giggle catches him by surprise. âItâs okay, Bucky. Canât imagine going from having sex all the time to being abstinent for a month.â With the soft glow of the lamp, you see Buckyâs blush. âJust donât think Iâm going to fix it for you though.â He shakes his head and chuckles lowly, pulling you back into him, keeping his pelvis away from yours even though his dick was begging for release.
Bucky doesnât say anything back, but his hand moves to your waist, resting over your shirt. His thumb rubs small circles before he trails his hand up to your ribs and you can feel the heat of his palm through your shirt. For a few minutes he keeps his hand there, feeling your heartbeat, all the while moving his face closer.
He can feel your heartbeat pick up the closer he gets. You can feel his breath on your lips, warm and inviting. Youâve never been this close to his face, seeing all of his freckles up close. You donât want him to pull away, not when your whole body is thrumming with need. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that Bucky could be this gentle.
He moves his hand up to your arm, delicately trailing his fingertips up and down, giving you goosebumps. Bucky is waiting for you to make the first move this time. The first time he kissed you was crass and unwarranted. The little gasp that leaves your lips when his palm rests on your cheek makes his cock jump.
Eyes fluttering shut, you lean in first. His plump lips meet yours and you moan into his mouth, not expecting his lips to be so soft and warm. You move your hands to his chest, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel his whole body pressed to yours. You ignore the erection pressed against your stomach, completely lost in the sensation of his mouth on yours.Â
Bucky frees his other hand from under him and wraps it around your waist, pulling you on top of him. The pressure of his hand caused you to arch your back, gasping when your core meets his hard dick. Bucky doesnât waste the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste. He has to use every bit of self control in his body not to buck his hips up, but he doesnât have to because you grind down onto him, searching for friction. The harder you kiss him, the more his will slips from him and he was the first to break the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting you to him.
Both of you gasp for breath, having deprived yourselves of oxygen for too long. âWhyâd you stop?â God, you were perfect. Eyes wide, pupils blown, kiss swollen lips - Bucky knew that he wanted to keep you like this all the time, having you look at him like that was addicting and he was already hooked.
âIf we keep going I wonât be able to control myself and I told you that Iâm going to prove to you that Iâm in this. That I donât want you just for sex. Iâm going to treat you right, make sure you know how much I care first.â You have to bite your lip to stop the moan leaving you. That was the hottest and sweetest thing youâve ever heard. The fact that Bucky, the resident fuckboy, is denying sex because he wants to show you what you mean to him first has your cunt clenching around nothing.
You canât think of words to convey how much that means to you, so you just slam your lips against his, kissing him with as much passion as you possibly could. Bucky has to use every morsel of restraint to move you off of him. âSweets, youâre going to kill me with this.â The giggle you let out makes leaving his throbbing dick alone worth it, but you take pity on him and ask if he wants to go to the bathroom to fix his issue.
At first he declines, but he eventually caves and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and handles his business. You scroll on your phone for a bit but youâre surprised when he comes back so fast. âLoverboy, this better not be a sign that you donât last in bed, because when we do have sex, I want you to fuck me properly.â
As he flops back down on the bed, he groans. When, you said when, not if, when. âSweets, if I hadnât just came my dick would be rock hard again. You canât say shit like that to me.â He rolls over, stradling you. âAnd sweets, I promise you, Iâll fuck you so good you wonât remember your name.â
You just raise your eyebrows, choosing to tease him a bit. âWell, based on the time you spent touching yourself, Iâm not convinced. Hope your reputation hasnât gone to your head because Iâll be honest if you canât fuck me right.â
Bucky squints his eyes at you before leaning down, like he was going to kiss you again, but at the last moment, he pulls back and tickles your sides. Your laughter is easily one of his favorite sounds. âBucky! Stop or else Iâll never have sex with you.â That makes him pause, even though he knew it was an empty threat and lays back down next to you.
âOkay, okay, sweets, Iâll leave you be. But I wouldnât be opposed to you tickling me.âÂ
âWhat, is this a kink that you have, being tickled?â He scrunches his nose while he laughs, knowing what he was going to say next.
âNo, but I would love it if you would tickle my pickle.â He smirks like it was the best joke ever told, proud of himself. You groan and turn away from him so he canât see your smile. âCâmon, sweets, that was a good one.â
If you turn around you know youâll see his puppy dog eyes. âBuck, that was the worst joke in the history of jokes.âÂ
âAh, ah, I can hear your smile. You loved it.â You donât respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you liked his joke. Itâs silent for a moment and you are about to turn back around but Bucky talks before you can. âDo you mind if we spoon? I mean, you donât have to stay overnight, but if you want to, yaâ know.â
âWell, it is pretty cold outside, and I would hate to have to walk all the way back. And who knows, I could freeze to death at my dorm. Better be safe than sorry.â Bucky knows what you're doing and plays along.
âOf course, sweets, canât have my girl freeze. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât keep my girl warm.â You skooch back, pressing against his chest and his arms circle your waist, chin resting on your head. âNight, sweets, Iâll see you in the morning.â
âOnly if I donât run away, loverboy.â You feel the vibrations of his chest as he chuckles before leaning back to turn the lamp off, falling asleep with your soft body pressed to his.
Over the next few months, Bucky proves himself to be the perfect boyfriend, always asking you how your day was, remembering all the little things about you, kissing you and holding your hand around campus, not giving a single fuck who saw the two of you. He wasnât embarrassed to admit he was whipped.
âBuck, câmon, this is the best fucking party of the year, you have to go. Itâs gonna be packed with girls in slutty costumes, Halloween man, everyone wants to fuck everyone.â Bucky only rolls his eyes at Steve.
âDude, how many times do I have to tell you, parties arenât for me anymore. Hangovers suck dick and I have better things to do in my free time.â Steve doesnât seem to understand how much Bucky loved you. Heâs never said it, at least not yet.Â
âLike what, hanging out with the nerd who hasnât put out in three months? Câmon, I know you want some pussy and itâs gonna be on a fucking platter tonight.â Bucky sees red, not giving a shit that Steve is his best friend. No one talks about his girl like that, no one.
âSteve, I donât know what the fuck is wrong with you, but you fucking know how much I care about her. If I ever hear you call her that shit again, Iâll put you in the fucking hospital. I couldnât give less of a shit about how long I have to wait for her to know that I donât just want a pussy to fuck, not anymore. I���m done with the parties and the random girls, okay. So get that through your thick skull.â
He doesnât wait for Steve to answer, storming out of Steveâs dorm and walking away, not even caring where he was headed. He doesnât know how he got there, but he stands outside of your door, raising his hand to knock. You always answer the door for him and this time is no different.
âBucky, whatâs wrong?â You were so tuned into him, reading him like a book. Without waiting you pull him into your dorm, shutting and locking the door behind him, leading him to your bed. His jaw was clenched, eyes set. If he was a cartoon, steam would be pouring from his ears.
âFucking Steve.â He kicks off his shoes and gets comfortable in your bed, you following right after. You would go anywhere he goes.
Cuddling up to him, you pull him into you and his muscles relax at your touch, body responding to yours without thought. âWhat about Steve? You two get into a fight?â You never really liked Steve, but he was Buckyâs friend and you would listen to whatever he had to say about Steve. He was just like Bucky was before he met you.
âBeing a fucking asshole. You wanna know what he said to me?â Bucky doesnât wait for you to answer, only turning his head to see you better before continuing. âWanted me to go to the Halloween party tonight, talking about all the girls that want to fuck as if he doesnât know that Iâm with you.â That doesnât seem as bad as you thought, thinking that they got into a fist fight. It doesnât surprise you that Steve was still trying to convince Bucky to go back to his playboy ways.
But Bucky wasnât finished. âHe had the fucking nerve to say that I should go because we havenât had sex yet, like I give a shit about that. Fucking disrespected you right to my face.â You couldnât deny that you were turned on by the fact that Bucky was defending your honor even when you werenât there, not letting anyone bad mouth you.
âAnd what did you say, Buck?â Fuck, your voice was breathy, heartrate picking up. You wanted to hear what he said, how he told his best friend off. Bucky didnât seem to pick up on your arousal, still too heated from his argument.
âFucking told his ass that if he ever says that shit again, Iâll fuck him up. No one talks about my girl like that, donât give a shit who it is.â You swear you could cum right now. Why was that so hot? Maybe it was because youâve never had a man that didnât let anyone disrespect you, or maybe you just liked to see him mad.
âI want you, Bucky. Want you to fuck me.â It just comes out, shocking the both of you. Bucky whips his head around, eyes as wide as your own.
âWhat?âÂ
âI want you to fuck me. Iâm ready, know you donât just want to use me.â Buckyâs dick is rock hard in seconds, all the anger in his body disapparating instantly.Â
âAre you sure you want this, sweets? Because I have no problem waiting.â Throughout the course of your dating, Bucky canât count the amount of times that heâs been hard and left his cock untouched. Itâs gotten to the point where the two of you knew he was going to get hard when he was around you, not that it bothered you, knowing how much you were affecting him, but Buckyâs used to ignoring his erection now and he has no problem waiting for it to go away if you donât want to have sex with him.
âYes, Bucky, I think Iâve made you wait long enough. And to be honest, if I make you wait any longer I donât think youâll last more than a minute.â The mouth on you marvels Bucky every time.Â
âExcuse me, sweets, but Iâll have you know Iâm no two pump chump.â You only raise an eyebrow and Bucky huffs before kissing you again. Itâs slow and hot. Buckyâs never kissed like this before, but with you he just canât help but savor the feeling of your lips on his. He doesnât want to rush, if he could he would kiss you forever, stuck in limbo, floating with only your touch to ground him.
You whine, hands pulling at his shirt, trying to get him to take it off. Bucky moves back, smirking at you. âDesperate, arenât we? Just wanna feel me âgainst you, huh?â Teasing hasnât been something Bucky really did, always hurrying to the main event, but he wants to make you crave him as much as he does you.Â
The glare you give him holds no heat, not able to be mad at him when heâs looking so damn hot above you. Bucky relents, just this once, and takes his shirt off, revealing his toned stomach. He sucks a breath in through his teeth when your hands land on his abs. âHoly hell, woman! Your hands are fucking ice cubes!â You giggle but donât pull away, sitting up and moving your hands across his back, slipping them into his sweats, finding his bare ass and squeezing.
âWell, loverboy, warm them up for me.â Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, chuckling at you. He takes your hands out of his pants and lays you back down, letting his warm palms circle the soft skin of your belly under your shirt.Â
âCan I take this off, sweetheart? Gonna let me see those pretty tits?â Your cunt pulses at his words. Men that youâve been with before havenât talked to you like this, making you yearn for them.
âI mean, you can take it off but theyâre not that pretty.â Bucky wheels his head back, clearly offended by your statement. For the first time, you shy away from his gaze. You werenât exactly insecure about your body, but you also werenât the most confident and you doubt that your body is better than the surplus of girls Buckyâs had.
âI beg your fucking pardon, sweets. Iâm gonna need you to run that by me again.â Bucky lowers his face to yours, and youâre sure he is looking right through you.Â
âWell, I doubt theyâre the best pair youâve seen, Buck. Donât roll your eyes at me either.â You catch the eye roll Bucky gave you. He wasnât rolling his eyes at you, but rather the words you were saying.
âI canât believe my ears, sweets. The smartest girl Iâve ever met is saying what is quite possibly the dumbest thing Iâve heard. And thatâs coming from the guy who is friends with Sam.â Itâs your turn to roll your eyes and instead of saying anything back to him, you grab the bottom of your shirt and take it off, revealing your naked chest to him, foregoing a bra.
Like any man, Bucky gets distracted by the sight of your breasts on display for him. It takes him a second, but he shakes his head and comes back from his daze. âFuck, sweetheart, you got the prettiest set of tits Iâve ever fuckinâ seen. Fucking perfect.â Bucky isnât lying either, he really does think that youâre the most beautiful woman on the entire planet, every part of your body is perfection. âShould be a model, sweets, let everyone see how gorgeous you are.â
You feel the heat creep up your neck and rest on your cheeks. You arenât used to being looked at like this. The look heâs giving you is so much different from when you first started working with him. Itâs not filled with lust, although you can tell itâs there, but filled with awe and love. âUh, uh, donât look away from me. Want you to look at me while I make you cum.â
He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before moving down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot that he found the first time you made out. The little gasps and whines that leave your lips has his cock begging to be touched, but right now it isnât about him, itâs about you.
You arch your back, pressing your soft breasts against his solid chest, drawing his attention away from your neck and to your tits. Trailing kisses down your chest, he swirls his tongue around your right breast, purposely avoiding your sensitive nipple. He doesnât listen to any of your protests so you take matters into your own hands and grab a fistfull of his hair and jerk his head to where you want him to be.Â
 The moan that leaves Bucky is pornographic, having no idea he liked his hair pulled that much. Bucky abides and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. âOh, Bucky, just like that, feels good.â Bucky has to buck his hips into yours, never hearing something so sexy in all his life.
His other hand comes up to grab your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his fingers, every so often switching to give each one the attention they deserve. The longer he plays with your breasts, the more you feel your panties soak and you canât take it anymore, needing some type of release.
Bucky pulls away with a pop, the cool air hitting your wet nipples makes you gasp. âBaby, I need you to touch me.â You can sense the words about to leave his mouth and answer his unspoken question. âTouch my pussy.â
Letting out a deep groan, Bucky grabs the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them and your panties down when you nod. Your hand jets down to cover your pussy when you remember that you havenât shaved, not expecting to have sex with Bucky tonight. âWait, I have hair right now, maybe we shouldnât.â
Bucky just blinks at you. He canât believe that you would deprive him of your pussy because of a little hair. âSweets, I have been a patient man, but I swear to God if you donât move your hand and let me see my pretty pussy Iâm going to lose my mind. You really think I give a shit if you have some fucking hair?â
You just smile sheepishly at him before removing your hand. âThere she is. Look at her, so beautiful ainât she? Yeah, sheâs dripping for me, knows who she belongs to.â Fuck, you didnât expect him to be so enamored with your cunt. âYa gonna let me touch my pretty girl?â
You gulp before giving a breathy yes and Bucky spreads your legs a little wider and brings his right hand up to your pussy lips, gently tracing them making you twitch and giggle. âBucky, that tickles.â Bucky smiles and his nose scrunches before his thumb goes from your hole up to your clit. âFuck, Bucky, rub my clit.â
He just stops his movement, resting his thumb on your bundle of nerves. âThis is where Iâm in charge, sweets, and I donât think that was a very polite way of talking to the man who is touching you.â You huff, not used to taking orders from anyone, but you want him to keep touching you so you relent.
âWill you please, rub my clit, loverboy.â
Bucky clicks his tongue at you. âNow, sweets, that didnât sound very genuine but Iâll let it slide this time because I want to see this pretty pussy soak your sheets.âÂ
He starts to rub your clit from side to side, making you jerk your hips away. âDonât fucking DJ my cunt. Circles, Buck, circles. Youâre making me lose faith in you, babe.â Heat makes its way up his neck, his selfishness finally catching up to him. He doesnât say anything, but switches up his method to what you said and you giggle at his confidence wavering.
His little slip up doesnât slow him down, though, quickly finding the pace and pressure that seems to work best and draws those pretty sounds from your lips. Bucky knows that he isnât going to be able to get enough of this, of you laid out before him, consumed by the pleasure he is giving you.Â
âYou want my fingers inside ya? Cause I wanna feel my pretty girl cum around my fingers.â You can feel the coil in the pit of your stomach, and you canât remember if youâve ever gotten to the edge this fast. All you can do is nod, moans and gasps the only sounds leaving your lips.
When his first finger slips inside you, your back arches and somehow the moans leaving you get even sexier and Bucky slips another finger in. âThatâs it, pretty girl, suck my fingers in. Doing so good for me, knew youâd treat me so well. Donât ya think, sweets?â The way he talks to your pussy has you leaking more arousal out.
âPlease, Bucky, donât stop, keep going just like that. Mâgonna cum.â
A jolt of excitement shoots up Buckyâs spine. He wanted to see you cum so bad. Using every bit of self control in his body not to speed up, Bucky kept the same pace, curling his fingers to find that spongy patch. âWouldnât fucking dream of it, sweets, need to feel my pretty girl cum on my fingers. Promise Iâll feed her my cock after.â
Bucky groans with each clench of your cunt around his fingers, more desperate than you for your orgasm. âCâmon, sweets, give it to me. Can feel your clit pulsing. Be my good girl and give me what I want.â That was all you needed to fall off the edge, trusting that Bucky would catch you.Â
Buckyâs sure that the sight of you cumming is the greatest thing in the world. He couldnât dream of fucking you and not seeing you fall apart for him. He never stops moving his fingers, riding out your orgasm, only relenting when you push his hand away. It takes a few minutes, but you come back down, an open mouth smile on your face, eyes closed and Bucky falls even harder for you.
Blindly, you search for his pants, wanting to see his cock. âBring him out, Buck, wanna see my new friend.â If it wasnât for the orgasm he just gave you, Bucky would have been positive that you were drunk off your ass. Doubling over, Bucky cackles, not expecting to hear that come out of your mouth. âDonât you laugh at me, loverboy, know your cock is huge. Let me meet him. Wanna put him in my mouth.â You give him a lopsided smirk.
âDonât worry, sweets, you can meet him.â Bucky struggles to hold back his laugh. In all fairness, he did refer to your pussy as her, but the thought of you calling his dick him is hilarious. Nonetheless, Bucky strips the rest of his clothes off and you practically drool at the sight of his dick.
A little over average length, but thick as hell. You donât think youâve ever seen a cock that thick and you know he is going to destroy your cunt. Under his cock, his balls were heavy and full, the amount of cum in there building up just for you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him into you and Bucky has to catch himself with his arms so he doesnât crush you with his weight.Â
You both gasp when his bare cock rubs against your soaking cunt. Bucky has to close his eyes and think about all the assignments he still has to complete to stop himself from cumming on the spot. âWant it inside me, please, Buck, give it to me.â Bucky is near the verge of crying when you grind your cunt on him.
All you want is for him to fuck you until you canât see straight and so does Bucky, but it takes everything in him to put away, knowing that the next words to come out of his mouth arenât going to be sexy. âHold on, sweets. I have to get a condom first.â
You donât like that one bit, wanting to feel him inside you with no barrier. âDonât need one, âm on the pill.â That has Bucky about to cum all over the sheets and your pussy. He knows that he needs to be responsible, not only for him, but for you too.
âSweets, I, well, I havenât been tested since my last partner. Iâve never done it without a condom, but I donât want to risk it until I get tested.â He hangs his head in shame, yet again his promiscuity is coming back to bite him in the ass. What he wouldnât give to feel your sopping cunt choke his dick, hell only knows, but his statement seems to sober you up.
âOh, yeah, thatâs probably for the best.â You canât meet his eyes, the conversation awkward enough even if you werenât about to fuck. Bucky takes in a deep breath and huffs out, clearly not knowing what to do next so you decide to lighten the mood. âWell, loverboy, you better wrap that bad boy up so you can prove that you can actually fuck me like you said you would. Top drawer. I got the good ones.â
You got Bucky to crack a smile before he gave a small smack to your thigh and walked over to your nightstand to get a condom. You wolf whistled when you saw his toned ass. âDamn, baby, youâve been holding out on me?â
Bucky wheels around and says some clever retort, but you donât hear it, not when his cock swings around with him, bobbing at the sudden change of direction. Not only that, but with each step he takes, his dick bounces up and down. âSweetheart, itâs all yours. Stare all you want but close your mouth before I put somethinâ in there.â
Bucky rolls the condom down his length, giving it a few pumps while he admires you laid out on the bed, naked and ready for him to fuck you. Before he climbs back into bed, you stop him. âWait, loverboy, do a little spin for me, let me see him move.â
Throwing his head back, Bucky lets out a belly laugh, and he just so happens to make his cock and balls bounce. âCâmon, sâall I want.â When he calms down, Bucky relents and circles his hips a few times, his cock, although stiff, moves with his hips and you have to close your legs to try to relieve the ache in your core. âFuck, need you now, Bucky.â
âYeah, sweets, you need my cock? Does my pretty girl need to be stuffed with my cock?â No smart retort comes to your mind, only the need to have him fill you up. Itâs been way too long since youâve had sex and you know Buckyâs cock is going to ruin you for anyone else.
âPlease, Buck.â Fuck, the way youâre looking at him, with wide, pleading eyes, and a pout on your lips has Buckyâs dick pulsing. He climbs on the bed, in between your legs. âHow do you want me?â Youâve overheard Bucky relive his one night stands more than once in class, before he fell for you. He was always adamant that the only positions worth doing were the ones where he could see the girlâs ass, and how boring positions where he could see her face were.Â
Bucky stares at you for a second, cupping your face and leaning down to give you a tender kiss. âWant you just like this, sweets, wanna see you.â You swallow hard, willing yourself not to cry at how intimate heâs being. Despite your best efforts, tears well up in your eyes, making Bucky panic.
âSweetheart, whatâs wrong?â His eyes hold so much love, something Bucky never thought he would feel for a partner. You wrap your legs and arms around him, clinging like a koala.
âNot a damn thing, Buck, just love you. Love you so fucking much it hurts.â Bucky feels his heart swell. If this is what it felt like to love and be loved, Bucky would spend the rest of his life trying to keep you, show you how perfect you are, love you as hard as he can and then some.
âSweetheart, I canât even put into words how much I fucking love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, made me change from the asshole I was.â Bucky had his own tears welling up in his waterline.
âBuck, make love to me, show me how much you love me.â Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his dick, drawing a gasp from his lips, and line him up with your pussy. He presses his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes as he pushes in, cock stretching your cunt with every inch.
Crashing his lips into yours, Bucky tries to hide his moan, whiny and long, never feeling such intense pleasure. Neither of you can kiss, just gasping into the otherâs mouth. When his hips are flush with yours, balls resting against your ass, Bucky has to stop. If he moves heâll cum; he knows it. Heâs never felt like he would cum on the first stroke, but the way your cunt hugs him has him doubting that heâll last more than a few minutes.
You canât handle it, the stretch of his cock almost too much, but you needed him to move. âPlease, baby, move, need it.â The moan that leaves him is sinful and you involuntarily clench around him.
âSweets, canât. Need a minute.â His arms go to your waist, and he pulls you up, groaning when his cock shifts deeper inside you, and sits with his back against the headboard, keeping you wrapped in his arms, bodies pressed so close together you could feel every muscle. Bucky closes his eyes, resting his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relishing in the intimacy of the moment, with your breasts squished against his chest, feeling every breath you take, loving your soft hands scratching his scalp.
âDo this with all the girls, loverboy?â The breathiness in your voice has his cock pulsing against your walls.
âNever, sweetheart, never. You feel so fucking good.â Bucky sounded like he was about to cry with how hard he was trying not to cum.
You wanted him to fuck you, pussy leaking down his thighs. You decided that if you annoy him enough he might just fuck you dumb. âGuess I was right then, loverboy canât last in bed. Gonna tell everyone how I broke your cock, how fast you came for me.â
That seemed to strike a nerve and Bucky rolled over, pining you to the bed with his body. You gasped at the quick motion and the jostle of his cock. âSweets, now is not the time to tease me. Use your mouth for something better.â He could already hear your, like what, so he cut you off before you could get anything out. âLike moaning my name while I fuck you.â
He doesnât pull his cock out far, wanting to stay as close to you as possible. Pushing back in, he groans, having to will himself not to cum. You feel so good, pussy wrapped around him perfectly. âSweets, love you so much, never wanna leave this pussy.â You whine, a jolt of pleasure going through your clit at his words.Â
âLove you too, Buck. Want to stay like this forever, want you.â Itâs Buckyâs turn to whine, rutting into you, the coarse curls at the base of his cock rubbing your clit, the sensation of your breasts pressed against him new.Â
He canât help it, you just look too pretty underneath him, grabbing both of your hands in his, lacing them together and putting them above your head and pressing his forehead to yours, staring into your eyes. His lips meet yours, both of your whines and moans mix together.Â
The constant roll of his hips is pushing you to the edge faster than ever before. You take one of your hands, still laced with his, and place it over his heart, feeling the erratic beat. The coil in your stomach is curling tighter and tighter. âCâmon, sweets, can feel you clenching âround me. Give it to me, cum on my cock.âÂ
Bucky is doing his best to hold on, wanting this moment to last, to relish in the bubble the two of you have created. His moans get louder, his own orgasm creeping up on him. Wiggling your other hand out of his grasp, you run your fingers over the back of his head, crashing your lips on his before you fall off the edge, eyes rolling back and body quivering, his body the only thing grounding you.
He had to pull out, your pussy almost milking his cum out, but he didnât want to cum just yet. He wants to make you cum again, this time while he looks at your face, seeing it scrunch up in pleasure. You didnât seem too happy at him for pulling out, needing him to be as close as possible. âKeep fucking me, Bucky. I need you to cum for me.â
Bucky groans before guiding his cock back home, squeezing his eyes shut when he feels your pussy somehow got even tighter. Not wasting any time, he starts thrusting again, this time much faster, still rolling his hips, hitting your sweet spot every time.
Pulling his body away from yours, Bucky sits up, resting your thighs over his, keeping his dick inside of you, not missing a single thrust. With the new position, he can see your breasts bounce, but more importantly, how beautiful your face looks screwed in ecstasy. âSo fucking beautiful for me, sweets. Love the way your pretty tits jiggle, look gorgeous when your getting fucked dumb on my cock, gonna keep you like this all the time.âÂ
In this position, your clit is being neglected so you reach one hand down, desperate to cum again. Bucky quickly swats your hand away, replacing it with his own. âAh, ah, Iâm gonna make my girl cum. Just want you to lay there and look pretty for me. Can you do that for me?â You just moan in response, thumb rubbing quick circles on your clit, bringing you to the edge again. âUse your words, sweetheart.â
âYes! Iâll do anything you want.â You feel Buckyâs cock pulsing inside of you, thrusts becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm. âCum for me, Bucky, fill me up with your cum.â You both know that he is wearing a condom, but the thought of his cum rushing into your pussy, stuffing you to the brim, is enough to have Bucky emptying his balls into the rubber, groaning deep, almost whining your name.
He canât stop thrusting into you, still rubbing your clit, desperate for you to cum around him. âSweets, so much fucking cum for you, know you can take it. Fuck, cum for me, milk my cock, get every drop out.â Bucky was right, you looked absolutely divine when you came. At that moment youâve never looked prettier.
Bucky never felt an orgasm that intense, leaving him weak in the knees. Collapsing onto your chest, not able to hold his own weight up. You huff, air being pushed out of your lungs, but you donât mind, his weight soothing, helping to bring you back down from the high of your orgasms. You both lay there, hands stroking each other until you fully come back to reality.
âGonna pull out, sweets, okay?â Bucky has never had his cock in a girl this long after heâs came, and it was getting too sensitive. Words donât come to mind and you just nod your head dumbly, both of you hissing at the sensation.
Without a word, Bucky gets up and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. All of a sudden tears well up in your eyes, body cold and craving his touch. Heâs been so sweet to you for the past months, proving that he didnât just want sex with you, but now heâs walking away as soon as youâre done.Â
The buzzing of your body goes away, dread filling you. Rolling over, you burrito yourself under the covers, facing away from the bathroom, not able to stop the tears from streaming down your face. It only takes a few minutes, but to you it feels like a lifetime, until Bucky comes back, sliding under the covers himself.Â
âSo, sweets, what do yaâ want to do? I could go for a bite to eat myself. Donât know when the last time you ate was though.â Bucky, on the other hand, was basking in the afterglow of the best sex of his life, already thinking about all the things he could do with you, all the ways he could get you to cum for him.
When you donât respond right away, Bucky thinks you fell asleep. Leaving a kiss to the back of your head, he gets up and puts his sweats on, not bothering with anything else and heads to your kitchen. He doesnât feel like making a full meal so he decides to just make a quick sandwich and head back to bed after eating.
You burst into full blown sobs when Bucky leaves, assuming that he left your dorm all together, having no idea that he was just outside. How could you have been so stupid to think that he really wanted you? Bucky goes to take a bite out of his snack when he hears your sobs, immediately thinking the worst - he hurt you, did something you didnât like.
Rushing back into the room, Bucky climbs back into bed, rolling you over without warning. âWhat are you still doing here? Thought you left?â How could you ever think that he would leave you?
âNo, sweets, just went to make a sandwich. Whatâs going on? Why are you crying?â Bucky has never been so fucking scared in all his life, terrified that he hurt you.
âThought you left after you got what you wanted. You just left me in the bed after we were done.â Buckyâs eyes widened, not expecting you to say that. He doesnât know what he did wrong. Heâs never stuck around after sex, confused at whatâs going on with you.
âSweets, Iâm so sorry that I made you think that, but I donât know whatâs going on. Need you to talk to me. I donât want you to think I donât care.â Your bottom lip wobbled, of course he didnât know about aftercare. It wasnât his fault that he never had a relationship like this. It meant so much to you that he was asking how to fix his mistake.
âI get really sensitive after sex. Itâs annoying actually, but I need to be held and told that you still love me.â You avoid his gaze, more tears making their way down your face, Bucky wiping them away. How could his perfect girl think that her needs were annoying or an inconvenience to him.
âOh, sweetheart, come here.â Bucky pulls you into his lap, almost petting your hair. âYou did so good for me, you know that? I love you so fucking much and nothing is going to change that, okay?â He pulls your head back to look into your eyes.
âItâs just that my last boyfriend said that he couldnât look at me after sex, said he couldnât see me the same way.â What in the fuck.Â
âSweetheart, I need you to understand that I know that Iâm the fucking luckiest man alive to be able to be with you any way you let me. When I look at you Iâm so proud to call you mine.â
You bury your head in his shoulder, letting him hold you and whisper sweet words in your ear. For his first time doing aftercare, Bucky is doing great and soon you come all the way down. Pulling away from him you giggle. âLove you too, Buck. Thank you for that. I know some men donât care about that. After they get what they want they leave.â Bucky hangs his head in shame, thinking about all the girls he made feel like they were worthless. âI know that you did the same thing, but the fact that you were so willing to change means a lot to me.â
Bucky knows that thereâs a lot he has to learn about being in a relationship, but he wants to learn it all to be the man you deserve. He is going to treat you like the goddess you are for the rest of his life, he knows it, already planning on picking out a ring, because heâs gonna love you for a long, long time.
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in love with my bullies
warning: mentions of smut : throatfucking, p in v bullying, and cursing
sypnosis : the marauders bullied you, tortured you. what will happen when you finally stick up for yourself?
dark!poly!marauders x female!reader
pacing is horrible in this story, ik but i was writing it while listening to music LMAO. did not proofread btw..
once again, here you were.
washing green slime gunk out of your hair in the abandoned bathrooms due to another marauders prank that was only towards you.
somehow their pranks always involved washing something out.
you tried your best to not be bothered or even show any sign of disdain in your face but this had really pissed you off.
it was relentless.
everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. the marauders would continue to bully you for no reason other than you being a slytherin.
but you would think that since there are so many slytherins, you wouldn't be top pick. you were quiet, kept to yourself, and never tried to go noticed in a huge crowd.
yet all the marauders did was pick you out and torture you.
the only one that showed you mercy was peter, he usually hung out with his girlfriend and never paid you much attention.
you thought it would be remus since he had a reputation for being mature and kind-hearted but even he showed you no mercy.
it's not like you could ask for any help, you didn't have a lot of friends that could help and even though you were a pureblood, the pureblood slytherins didn't accept you because of you family not helping the dark lord.
it wasn't easy.
and even though you tried to reason with them, they refused due to the fact you believed in 'blood supremacy' and you thought muggles 'deserved hell' which was complete rumors and you didn't believe that at all.
and now it was time to go back to class and the slimy substance had yet to disappear on your head. you then tried several spells in order to get it out of your hair and one had worked, getting whatever you couldn't.
you performed a drying spell before exiting out of the bathroom. you stepped out to see three out of the four marauders laying on the left of the wall with a smirk embroided on their face.
you scoffed, trying to move elsewhere.
"was that a scoff i heard?" james asked, stepping towards you with intimidation.
you never tried to look scared but you could tell it was painted all over your face.
"just let me go." you said, whimpering a little.
"aww," sirius stood in front of you, "are you gonna cry?" he asked, mocking you.
"i think she is." james replied in the same tone.
you looked over to remus who was looking at the entire situation with a look of entertainment and interest.
"fuck you." you spat, stepping face to face with james.
"don't say something you'll regret." he responded in a dark tone as you moved to step backwards but sirius was suddenly behind you.
you tried to carry a strong look on your face but they could tell you were easily intimidated.
"if you wanna go so bad," remus stood off of the wall and toward you, "all you have to say is please." his pointer finger holding up your chin.
you knew you wouldn't be able to move without doing as he asked.
"please," you whispered, locking in his eye contact, eyes watering.
"please what?" remus asked.
"please let me go." you said.
"good girl," he complimented, "that's all you had to say."
"you just have to be good, bunny." sirius whispered in your ear, feeling his hot breath down your neck, hand holding your waist.
in this moment, you were glad this was an abandoned hallway.
the worst part was, you wanted sirius to touch you more, aching for relief in your core.
you couldn't stop the butterflies in your belly nor the vibration in your entire body, it was as if you could feel all of your sense ten times more especially in your cunt.
your eyes were even getting blurry as if you were stuck in a trance.
you suddenly snapped back to reality to realize there was nobody around you, remus's eye contact, sirius's hand on your shoulder and james's stern tone, all gone.
it was all as if you had imagined it and the only thing that argued with that was the vibration throughout your body.
you had decided to take the rest of the day off, going to your dorm.
you entered your dorm to see your best friend, riley.
"i looked for you everywhere!" riley yelled, hugging you, "i gave them each a piece of my mind before i went to look for you." she looked into your eyes.
"it's fine riles, you know they are assholes." you said, half smiling.
"i'll kill them if you want me to, seriously," she said, knowing she wasn't joking.
you laughed it off, going to fix your bed.
"soooo," riley said, "there's a party tonight."
"where?" you asked.
a moment passed, "gryffindor."
you rolled your eyes, "no."
"cmon y/n!" she sat on your bed, "you can not let your fear of the marauders stop you from going to a party?"
"that's not it!" you said, still fluffing your pillow, "slytherin's aren't allowed at gryffindor parties."
"im pretty sure that rule only applies to the malfoys, dolohovs, blacks, and every dark lord supporter," riley said.
"they still hate me." you replied.
"only the marauders," she convinced.
"and they run that house," you argued.
"no they don't, most people think they are irritating." riley said factually.
"please don't make me go." you groaned.
"for me, please." riley pouted.
"don't do the puppy dog eyes," you groaned as she continued doing it, "fine, i'll go." you said, riley yelling excitingly and smothering you.
"can i still wear this?" you asked through her screaming.
she stopped and looked at you in disappointment, "y/n, i know i am not best friends with a vulture."
you giggled as riley went to her closet and picked out a red dress that was a little too short for your liking.
"this will hug your shape perfectly!" riley squeaked and went inside the bathroom before you could even give a response.
after a couple hours, you and riley were both finally done getting ready. she looked at you in total shock, "y/n, you look so fucking hot right now. and i mean that in the gayest way possible." her mouth open.
your entire face turned blush pink, "not too bad yourself riley." you laughed.
"let's go." riley suddenly rushed, grabbing your hand, practically dragging you to the gryffindor common room.
you couldn't hear anything from outside but you guessed it was a silencing charm.
you heard riley mutter the password before the dark opened and you saw students from each house having the time of their lives and the music was outrageously blasting.
riley grabbed your hand, dragging you through as the door closed.
you looked around to see if you could spot any of the marauders, only finding peter dancing with his girlfriend.
it was like you were a bunny in a room with foxes that you couldn't distinguish.
"let's dance!" riley shouted, making you look at her.
you shook your head but riley rolled her eyes and dragged you on the dance floor.
she started dancing but it's like she could feel your awkwardness as she grabbed your hips, moving your body with hers to the rythym.
eventually, you decided to just let go and try to enjoy yourself.
after about two or three songs, you had told riley that you were going to get a drink and asked if she wanted any but she was already making out with a hufflepuff girl and only swatted her hand.
you laughed, moving over to the drinks table.
you poured yourself some firewhisky when you felt someone roughly grab your wrist.
you turned around to see three of the marauders with james having a hold of your wrist to which you scoffed, yanking your wrist back.
"can you guys seriously fuck off for one night?" you sighed.
"have you forgotten yourself?" remus genuinely asked.
this was the night to stick up for yourself.
"have you?" you argued, "you all are fucking pathetic," you laughed humorlessly to which you could feel their anger radiating onto you, "i pray for the poor bastards who end up being your children if you all can even have any when your too busy sucking eachothers cocks," you insulted, "but if you don't me, i am going to go bed because you have unfortunately ruined this party for me." you shoved past them harshly, leaving the common room.
adrenaline was bouncing off of you, a new high you had never felt before. you were even partly turned on by the whole encounter.
you were even surprised they had let you pass
you speedwalked through the hallway in victory, you felt like you had finally won, that you had finally got a one up off of them.
you had yet to realize that the hallways were dark with a little bit of moonlight pouring through and you couldn't navigate your way due to you leaving your wand in your dorm.
you went to turn back to the common room but bumped into a hard surface to which you looked up to see remus lupin.
your heart skipped a beat as he roughly put his hand around your neck, shoving you into a wall. he was squeezing not enough for you to go unconcious but enough for you to not be able to take full breaths.
"what happened to your voice sweetheart?" he said as you croaked, "what happened to that dirty mouth?" you tried slapping off his hand but he only pushed you further into the wall.
you looked to both of your sides to see james and sirius.
"what do you think boys?" remus asked, "think she deserves to be punished?"
your eyes opened wider as you tried to make a sound but it came out in little squeaks.
"i think she does moony, i think we have given her too much freedom." sirius responded.
"yeah, i think we might have to fuck her into obedience." james said, inching closer.
even you couldn't stop the wet patch in your panties.
"i think that's what she wants, i mean let me check." remus said as confusion painted your face.
you felt him raise your dress up, hand now in your panties as you moaned.
"she's soaking wet," remus scoffed, "turns out to be a little slut after all."
you felt remus start rubbing your clit as you moaned more, his grip on your neck never softening.
you and remus staring at each other as james whispered something in his ear and he nodded.
he suddenly took his hand out of your panties, your entirety angry at his lack of letting you release.
he put your hands behind your back, leading you somewhere you couldn't figure out. there was a haze in your eyes that made it impossible for you to see a thing.
you heard a door close as you looked around, it was james's prefect dorm.
before you could grasp onto your reality, james put his mouth onto yours, bruising your lips as you moaned into his mouth.
you tried catching your breath but james was relentless, not letting you go.
you could feel sirius behind you, sucking hickeys onto your neck, knowing it would leave spots.
you couldn't even spot remus in the room due to all of the pleasure you felt.
sirius was unzipping your dress, letting it fall onto the ground. james was working your bra, letting it fall to the ground as he nibbled on your nipple.
sirius pulled your panties down, lifting your legs out of them.
suddenly, they both stopped touching you which made you whimper.
"on your knees bunny." sirius instructed as you obeyed almost immediately.
remus came into view, stepping in front of you.
"are you gonna suck my cock nice bunny?" remus asked, tipping your head up to look at him using his pointer finger.
you nodded immediately.
"good girl." he complimented which sent you into orbit.
he stroked his cock in his pants, bringing it out. his cock sprung up out of his boxers, pre-cum leaking off of his tip.
you licked stripes onto his tip causing him to groan.
"don't tease bunny." he moaned which caused you took his entirety into your mouth, gagging. he ponytailed your hair from going into your face using his hand.
you were still looking up at him as he threw his head back in pleasure, "so fucking good bunny," he praised you which sent tingles in your cunt, "sucks cock like a fucking champ,"
you looked over to see james and sirius jerking off to the sight in front of them.
before he could come, remus pulled you off of his cock, standing you up.
he took off his boxers fully, laying on the bed, reaching for you to climb on top of him.
you put your knees on the side of his hips as he stroked himself a bit and aligned himself up to your cunt.
you sank down on his cock with a moan, trying to fully adjust yourself. both of his hands were on your hips, speeding you up slowly.
you felt a mouth on your neck, sucking. the pleasure hitting you rapidly.
suddenly, remus pulled your head down to kiss you, his hand gripped on your neck while roughly fucking you.
you felt someone prodding into your ass before slipping inside. you moaned loudly into remus's mouth.
"bunny, don't tense." james said and you knew he was the one prodding. he went slowly but every time he went in, you sank down on remus's cock which made immediate pleasure shoot inside of you.
"you feel so fucking good," remus complimented, sucking harsh bruises onto your skin.
"so fucking good." james murmured.
both of their words praising you made you almost come on sight.
you were so cock drunk, babbling about how close you were. your eyes were watering due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving.
what made you crazier was sirius putting your mouth on his cock, throat fucking you while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
your spit dribbling off of your chin as tears rained on your cheeks.
remus sucked on your nipple as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
their words muffled in your eyes.
remus and james had both cum inside of you which caused your first orgasm, moaning loudly, barely able to see due to the pleasure you were recieving.
sirius pulled out of your mouth as you gasped for air, throat being a bit hoarse.
james pulled out of you, delivering a kiss to your neck as a thank you.
your chest dropped to remus's chest as he pet your hair and praised you, "come one more time for me bunny?"
you babbled something while nodding your head which gave sirius permission to slide into your ass.
remus continued holding your head, eyes on his, admiring you.
"i love you bunny." he said before kissing you but this time more softly and delicately.
remus didn't give you the choice whether to say it back or not but you didn't know if he was being genuine or not.
sirius continued pounding into you but you were only able to whimper based on how cock drunk you were.
he praised you, telling you how good you were while remus massaged your puffy clit.
sirius came soon with you as your entire body felt exhausted. remus pulled you off of him as james grabbed a wet towel and wiped your legs and mouth. you winced as he brushed your clit, being hyper sensitive.
remus laid you down into james's bed, putting the blanket over you, kissing your head as you closed your eyes.
you didn't know what you were sure,
that you were in love with your bullies.
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The Rockstar and Me
requested: would it be okay, if I requested a rockstar!jace x reader? were theve been best friends since childhood and the reader has a crush on jace. jace is a really popular upcoming rockstar and is super busy. he dosnt see reader the same way (just as there bestfriend) and kind neglects the reader bc he's really busy. so one night the reader has enough and they decide they need to take a break from there friendship, so they don't talk for a while. and then jace kinda realises he missed up and took the readers love for granted. In this time he he realizes he like her too.
w.c: 1.6k
c.w: just some minor angst and some fluff :3, not proofread
masterlist - requests open
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You are going to scream.
Not of horror and certainly not of pleasure but you were just so annoyed.
Your roommate would not stop playing their fucking songs, most people would call you crazy but you swear you were about to look for a new apartment and put in big red letters, DO NOT REPLY IF YOU LIKE THE WEST DRAGONS. You have nothing against their music but it all just leads back to him.
Childhood best friend and crush turned ex-best friend rockstar Jacaerys Velaryon. He was your best friend for so long and you had liked him, a part of you still does. A part of you still misses him but you did what you had to do.
You could not just sit around and let him ignore you like that, time and time again he would blow you off to the point you grew sick of it and blocked his number and never looked back. You didnât just ghost him. instead opting to send him a long messages about how you needed space and he was no longer the guy you knew anymore and told him you were gonna reach out anymore.
That was three months ago and your sure he hasnât even fucking read it let alone try to reply to it. Three months since your life flipped upside down, moving to a new place, still in the same city but further away from him, new job and some new friends, it was odd at first and still is, being away from him but you wonât just let yourself be walked all over like that.
You had planned to stay in tonight like you normally would but your roommate had other plans, standing in the middle of the room bickering with you while you try to block out the sound of their music in the background.
âI donât wanna go out sab.â âCome on live a little, come out to the bar with me.â âMaybe another night.â âNope you are coming tonight. right now. get dressed.â
With that she sprints out of the room and you groan knowing she wonât take no for an answer and get up to get ready. Its just one night out, it wonât be so bad, plus it a good excuse so you don't have to hear his music anymore.
Yet when you walk into the bar its packed with people lining up in front of the stage, you turn to sab and tilt your head. âWhat is going on?â
She looks at you with a big grin on her face, âI didnât tell you, oh my god the west dragons are performing here in a few.â Your stomach drops.
No you had to leave, maybe you could fake an illness? No she would catch on and force you to stay. You could make yourself throw up? that would cause too much of a scene. You were definitely going to be sick when you see the lights dim and they walk up on the stage.
Heâs the drummer he should not even see you right? youâll just sit at the bar and count down the seconds until the show is over and you can book it out of the room. Aegon greets the crowd as the groups lead singer and your stomach continues to churn. You met him a handful of times and he was always nice to you, he had a nice voice you could agree but you felt so sick anytime you heard their songs.
The show went on without a hitch and you wish the ringing in your ears would get louder so you wouldnt have to hear it. You find yourself reminiscing about your time with jace with every song that plays. You miss him. Much more than youâd like to admit.
You dont allow your eyes to drift behind aegon, yet you hear him, the sound of the drums, it haunts you, sometimes you can see his hands peak out, when aegon moves you can see his dark curls but never look too close to see his face.
They are taking a mini break with aegon entertaining the crowd, the show is almost over, you could not wait to go take a shower and try to act like this night never happened. Aegons eyes drift around the crowd while heâs talking and they land on you, you watch as his eyes widen and he stumbles over his speech for a moment as he turns back for a second to look at jace.
That was not good. Not good at all. âWhat was that? do you think he thinks your cute?â âdefinitely not.â Your words come out more strained than you would like and she looks at you confused, âIs something wrong?â
You open and close your mouth unable to know what to say. Your chest feels like its closing in on its self as she grabs your shoulders worriedly. âI need some air.â You quickly stand and rush out of the bar, sab quickly following after you. The two of you donât notice the pairs of eyes that trail after you.
You lean against the wall on the outside and try to catch your breath. You did not think this would affect you so much, maybe because your whole life has been around him that now it just feels odd that heâs not around. This whole thing reminded you too much of going to his gigs and him coming up to you after the show to ask you what you thought.
âWho cares if i liked it jace? the people loved it.â âI care, you matter more to me than them.â
âOkay what the hell was that?â You run your hands along your face and stare at sab as she looks at your worried. âIts nothing.â
âoh fuck off its not nothing, nobody just runs out the room looking like they just saw their ex boyfriend over nothing.â She gasps at her own words and covers her mouth, âOh my god wait did you actually date aegon? fuck if i knew i wouldnt have brought you here im sorry-â âI didnât date ageon sab and i didnt date any of them.â âThen what happened?â
The two of you freeze as someone clears their throat and sab gasps as she turns around. âIm sorry to interrupt but, do you mind if we talk?â Jace. He was staring right at you. Sab looks between the two of you and gives you a look that says she wants to hear all about this before she runs off.
You stand in silence,, not wanting to be the first to speak. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks on of the rocks on the ground. âHow,,, um how are you?â âIm good.â He nods and continues to simply look anywhere but your face. âThats good thats good um..â Its awkward. So awkward. It was never this way before but you guess thats just what time apart does to people. And you hate it.
âHow are you?â He looks up at you shocked before he stumbles over his words, clearly very nervous. âIm good, im good, um, no no im not good actually. I miss you, so much.â Your breath hitches as you watch him continue to speak, âI regret how i treated you, so much. Im so sorry i miss you more than anything please, i just want us to be friends again, ill do anything to make it up to you.â
You donât know what to say what to do. This is what youâve been dreaming of for so long but your heart aches at the thought of returning to being just friends.
âI canât be friends with you jace.â He stumbles back as if you had shoved him and he looks around attempting to compose himself. You swear you can see tears glazing in his eyes, âI um,â His voice cracks as he speaks and he coughs into his arm, âI understand yes of course, im sorry for bother-â
âI cant be friends with you jace because i cant bare being just friends. All ive ever wanted for so long was to be more with you, and if i go back to being just friends ill spend the rest of my life miserable because ill just be dreaming to be more with you.â
You do not even know when you had begun crying but you feel the tears begin to run down your face as you close your eyes and tilt your head down towards the ground. You feel his hands grip your face and pull you up to look at him, seeing his own tears running down his face.
âIm sorry, im so sorry. I love you. Im sorry it took me so long to realize this and that i had to be apart from you to know but ive realized i need you, i love you so much youre my best friend, the only person i need, i love you.â
You shake your head in disbelief, âYou dont mean it.â âI do i do mean it, i love you so much.â
He presses his forehead against yours and you sob harder. âI love you jace.â
âI love you so much, i will work everyday to earn your forgiveness to even be worthy or your love.â
He shakily presses his lips against yours in a peck and you two smile at one another.
âNo more ignoring me?â
âNever, never again.â
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LESSON NO. 1
a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray đ i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3
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âany update from your fan?â gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldnât normally get talked about or were shunned â politics, capitalism, authoritarianism â and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.
the bassist doesnât hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in getoâs mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.
always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. heâs taken you to cafĂŠs, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.
a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. heâs never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.
but lately, heâs seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principleâs offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.
although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. heâs always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.
âheyâ hey! man, what was that?â gojo slaps him on the back but it doesnât even register in getoâs head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasnât for gojoâs vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to getoâs front.
âshe wasnât there, i looked, too,â nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, âbut youâre the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.â
gojo has to chime in, âheâs the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!â and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.
the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, âsorry âbout him.â
nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, âi know youâre obsessed with her, but i donât wanna be a drummer if i canât work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. sheâs a sweet girl . . just, not when itâs at the expense of the band.â
geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummerâs shoulder.
âthank you, nanami.â the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (âdo you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?â shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.
he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who heâs at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts â âthe last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and sheâs unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koaâs.â
geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when itâs combined with a soothing coating for your throat, itâs pretty much the only thing you take when youâre sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.
at least your annoying roommateâs gone home before school starts so itâs only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.
âc-coming!â you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you arenât expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you heâs come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.
âs-su!â you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didnât want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.
âoh, baby,â geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, âyou look so pale, iâ i wouldâve come sooner if i knewâ!â
âthatâs why i didnât tell you,â you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, âi was afraid youâd ditch the performance. alsoâ donât want you to get sick.â
suguruâs expression softens, âdonât worry about me, doll. come,â he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you donât take a step away, âlet me take care of you.â
the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.
âtake a breather, sugu, iâm not gonna die,â you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. heâs made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.
âyouâre heating up loads, baby,â geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears itâs because youâre here. âdo you want me to put cool towels on your head?â
you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, âno, itâs okay â youâd have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.â
suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you donât quite know but youâre happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.
he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like youâre just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.
now, not only is he still cool, but heâs also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.
silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. âwanna learn?â
âi am in the most terrible state, suguru,â you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.
âohh . . but wasnât someone saying that she isnât dying?â
your jaw drops, âi canât believe you would use that against me.â
the corners of your boyfriendâs lips turn up in a sly smile, âjust quoting my girl. butââ
this time, heâs the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.
âiâll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.â with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while thereâs a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, youâre just left confused by the repetitive bass.
but soon, youâre able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the otherâs longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. itâs a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly donât have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.
âokay, okay, letâs just focus on the verse.â if you werenât feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.
âso here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .â he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.
âthatâs it,â still natural, it doesnât faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until heâs grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so youâre following him, âyouâre a fast learner.â
âi have a great teacher,��� you mumble, and suguru doesnât tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit â because he knows youâd freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. itâs sweet, that in your delirious state youâre still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.
the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.
âi just donât have satoruâs higher register.â geto jokes, knowing youâre close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of getoâs harmonised singing to yellow.
itâs not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice â not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you donât voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. itâs similar to this stupid love thing thatâs got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.
you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks â multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him heâd find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he canât stop craving the feel of your body against his.
the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguruâs arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heathâs bass guitar solos and atsushi sakuraiâs spotless vocals.
suguruâs head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he canât contain is all he needs to know.
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scared of your thoughts on fk - i think they confuse their friends & each other - feels so intricate
You asked about one specific pair, but . . .
You opened a floodgate!
I already wrote that I like fan service; therefore, I like First and Khaotung's special brand of teary-eyed fan service. However, I also wrote that JoongDunk are my GMMTV favorites because Joong is always hyping up his homies, and Dunk stays Pretty Boy Petty.
So I'm excited to see all four promote The Heart Killers when the show is ready to be released since I think it'll be a hoot watching First and Khaotung call each other best friends with tears in their eyes while Joong sits next to them commenting on how banging Dunk's body is and Dunk openly agreeing that his body is, in fact, banging. Joong and Dunk are always firing shots at First x Khaotung for no good ass reason, so I'm thrilled they will get to do it to First and Khaotung's faces for an extended period of time.
Because to me, most fan service is good since it allows people to see people of the same sex casually being affectionate with each other without the belief that it should be shameful or hidden, so give me all the styles of GMMTV fan service! Give me Force x Book's eighty year friendship, Pond x Phuwin's nerdy fashion model energy, Earth x Mix's marriage and divorce era, Tay x New's fist fights over dessert, Off x Gun's evolution of skinship, Jimmy x Sea's intellectual companionship, Gemini x Forth's "fuck it, we ball' attitude, and all the other 31 Flavors of Branded Pairs the BL world has to offer us.
Because I really do not care what these men do or do not do or if it is real or not. What bothers me is these companies (not just GMMTV) encourage this behavior, then when fans get toxic, the companies leave the actors to deal with the fallout. I also don't like that out actors aren't as well protected and even straight actors and their girlfriends are targeted by fans, which only encourages queer actors to stay closeted while delivering a queer performance and for straight actors to feed into this mind fuckery by being in a pseudo-monogamous relationship with their acting partner which is an extension of our heteronormative societies and their belief that affection can only be reserved for one person.
So my thoughts on First and Khaotung are irrelevant because I'm going to like all these pairs regardless of what they give me. Max and Tul were as open as possible about Max having a girlfriend and Tul being gay, yet that in no way influenced how I enjoyed their fan service. Yin and War have stated several times that what they do is their job, and I'm still clapping every time War chokes Yin. And as much as I truly believe Mos and Bank are married, if they came out today and said they actually hate each other and cannot stand the sight of each other, I'd be proud at their acting skills all these years because I have faked liking my coworkers for a lot less money.
As a Catholic and a slut, I think there is a great sociological study here about how branded pairs help with queer representation regardless if the people in the pairs are queer or not, yet how the pairs must still fit into a digestible frame of traditional (hetero) relationships with affection only being given to one person forever and ever until death (or their contracts) do them part.
So First and Khaotung aren't the only ones confusing people because this entire setup is confusing. They aren't creating some intricate strategy but these companies are. These actors are just out here telling their homies they look cute and going on (hopefully) company-sponsored trips. And if they like it, I love it.
Because I've been pretending to like Karen from Finance for years when I can't stand that bitch, yet I still have a job that pays my bills, so "get it how you live it."
And make it a little queer along the way.
#fan service#the question was about khaotung x first#but all roads lead to JoongDunk#and my other faves#because if they are good then I'm Gucci#if they want to kiss a homie or two LET 'EM!
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would you? | harry styles x model!oc
summary: The show goes off without a hitch, but Lina's interaction with Harry before clouds her mind. At the after party, she takes one for the team when Gigi tries to get in with other One Direction member, Zayn Malik. Ironic meetings lead to a first date. Part 3 of the Masks series.
part 1 here! part 2 here!
warnings: mentions of drugs, disordered eating, vomit, anxiety, alcohol, allusions to sex
a/n: This one was so much fun to write! The parts are getting longer from here.I hope you like it!
word count: about 2.4k
Holy shit these were some high heels.Â
Lina danced in place, shaking the nerves that wracked her body as she prepared to walk the stage. Sweat accumulated beneath the bra and underwear---if you could even call them that. Gilded Angels was the theme this year and, goddamn, did Lina feel absolutely gilded.Â
The set she wore was less fabric and more faux metal. It appeared that gold had been molded to cup her breasts, pushing them up beyond what she ever thought possible. Her wings were white, like Biblical angel wings, with gold dusted tips. Gold heels wove their way up her calves like Greek sandals. She felt holy. And really fucking hot---in both ways.Â
Taylor Hill, who was opening the show, shimmied behind the curtains, lost in the heavy fabric. It was clearly go time, which usually spurred Lina to focus and quit her nervous movement. Today, she couldnât calm herself down. Pictures of that messy haired Brit flooded her mind. She would be lying if she said she wasnât at least a little excited to walk past him in this outfit.Â
You look good.Â
Thatâs what he said to her just an hour ago. Her head was covered in curlers, robe disheveled, eyes closed. She was giddy at the thought of him seeing her all done up. I look better than good now.
Lina squealed as two strong hands shook her shoulders from behind. âLetâs fucking go, Li!â Gigi shrieked, smacking a kiss to her cheek. The girls laughed, jumping up and down. Gigi had a way of making everything seem like just a game.
âDonât fuck up my hair, Gi,â Lina said, giggling. Gigiâs hands spun Lina to face her.Â
Ignoring her comment, Gigi grabbed her face. âI donât walk until Taylorâs on stage,â she said, clearly excited to walk while her friend performed. Lina had become quite used to being surrounded by stars, but she was a little too excited at the thought of talking to Taylor Swift. She and Gigi had become close since the Oscars earlier that year, and Lina was hoping that would give her and in.
âI walk inâŚâ Lina searched the room for a clock. âFour minutes.â
âI saw you talking to Harry Styles earlier,â Gigi whispered, wiggling her brows. âYou seemed to be laughinggg and smilinggg andâŚâ she lowered her voice even more, âflirtingggâŚâ
âUgh, leave me alone,â Lina rolled her eyes. âWe met at that masquerade thing in October.â Gigi covered her mouth with a hand.
âWhy didnât you te---â
âBecause thereâs nothing to tell.â Gigi started again but Lina put a hand up. âReally, it wasnât my best moment. He was just teasing me about it earlier.â Gigi wiggled her brows again. âI was puking in the menâs bathroom, Gi. If there was ever a chance in hell he would be into me, itâs long gone.â
âIâm going to pretend thatâs not the strangest thing Iâve heard today,â Gigi said, a crease appearing between her brows. âAnyway, if he really thought you were that weird, he probably wouldâve stayed far away from you today. But he didnât.â Her laugh was more of a hehe.
âI can barely look him in the eye. God, that was terrible, I---â Lina was interrupted by her name being called by the showâs producers. âTime to go. I talk to you later, baby.â
Linaâs hand was pulled towards the curtains. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to center herself as hand flew all around her, adjusting her wings, tousling her hair, and freshening her gloss.Â
Lina recognized the song she was set to walk out to. Rock Me. She didnât think One Direction would have songs that would fit a VS show. They were soâŚteenage girl. But this song was a bit dirtier, and it had a nice beat. She put on her super sexy and poised model mask and stepped out from behind the curtain.Â
The band members were scattered about the runway. Her eyes found Harry at the end immediately. Her shoulders thrown back, she began her walk, smiling and winking at the boys she passed by. She thought one of her wings may have wacked Niall in the face, but she tried not to think much about it.Â
She reached Harry after what seemed like a decade of walking. She was too nervous to look him in the eye. She wondered if, when he looked at her now, he still saw the puking corpse he saw a few months ago.Â
Harry was certainly not hurting for confidence. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, leading her to walk back down the runway. Lina, as hard as it was, kept up her flirty persona, looking back over her shoulder to wink at him before slowly letting go of his hand. The walk back felt a bit like flying.Â
The rest of the show went by in a blur. It was Gigiâs first time walking the show, but no one wouldâve been able to tell. Her confidence oozed through every pore of her perfect face. When she got off the stage, she was bouncing off the walls, ready to find some sort of shit food to consume ASAP.
But there was an after party to attend. Lina peeled herself out of her outfit, carefully handing it to the women who surrounded her, ready to rip it from her hands. It wasnât strange to be naked in front of so many people anymore. Sheâd been doing it since she was 16. She tried not to think about that part too much.Â
Her new outfit consisted of a vintage VS slip, of course, with some artfully ripped tights, and heeled boots that cut off just below the knee. With her hair thrown back loosely into a pony, she felt sufficiently prepared to face her first celebrity party since the ball.Â
Darren congratulated her on (his words) another fantastic show. She smiled, mind elsewhere, and got into the car, whose door he held open.Â
The ride to the venue was not more than 15 minutes, but for all Lina knew, it couldâve been hours. Her mind was set on exactly what she would say to Harry when she saw him, because she knew sheâd see him. His band was full of a bunch of 20 something boys. They would not pass up the opportunity to go to a party full of drinks and models.Â
Darren noticed her not-quite-on-Earth-ness and waved a hand in front of her face. She swatted at it, rolling her eyes.
âThinking about that One Way kid?â he asked.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about, Darren?â Lina snorted.Â
âWhatever, the British kid with the hair. I donât care to know more about him that I have to.â
âYou donât have to know anything.â
âWhen he comes to your room tonight, or you go to his, it will be my job to know about him.â
Lina blushed and buried her face in her hands. âDarren, you perv!â
âTrust me, I wish I didnât have to think about these things. But I saw him leaning on that table earlier, like heâs some sort of Elvis. It was embarrassing how hard he was trying, honestly.â
âI told you about ourâŚrun in in October, right? He was just making fun of me,â She said still not looking at him. âAnd, not that itâs any of your business, but I donât make it a habit of going to any guys room before Iâve been taken on a proper date.â
It was Darrenâs turn to cover his face. âIâm glad.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Can we please stop talking about this? It feels like discussing my sex life with my father.â
Darren winced. âIâd love nothing more.â
The car pulled up to the hotel the party was taking place in. Although it was dark, it was hard not to spot it. A massive crowd of paparazzi was piled on the steps to the entrance.Â
âFucking perfect.â
Darren slid out of the car, opening the door for Lina. She stepped out, careful not to let any of them snap a picture underneath her dress. She smiled and waved, but didnât stop for pictures. Darren cut through the crowd, leading her to the door.Â
The bar and room surrounding it was strangely reminiscent of the hall that held the masquerade ball. This time, thankfully, Lina was sure she was not going to puke on anyone. She was sure to stop Darren from grabbing her bag before she stepped closer to the bar. She wanted a Cosmo.Â
âLiiiiinaaaaaa,â a singsong voice called from behind her. Gigi appeared at her side, face flushed. She seemed to be a few drinks in already. Lina was excited to catch up. âWeâre gonna be sisters-in-law!â
Linaâs eyes widened at that. âMy brother is 14, Gi. Thatâs a little gross.â
Gigi snorted, limply swatting at her shoulder. âI didnât even know you had a brother, idiot. I mean that I have my eye,â she used two fingers to gesture at her eyes, âon tall, dark, and handsome.â She pointed at Zayn Malik, who chatted with a couple guys across the room.Â
Lina laughed, âOh, do you?âÂ
âYes, I do. And youâre gonna get with the other one, right? Then, weâll be sisters! Metaphorically, anyway.â Lina didnât bother dismissing Gigiâs suggestion; she just laughed. âCâmon, câmon!âÂ
âMy drink---â Gigi pulled Lina across the room before she could finish her protest, not too close to Zayn, but near enough that they could see him. They leaned against the corner of a wall, observing. âDo you plan to summon him with your mind?â
âNo, no, Iâm just waiting for my moment,â Gigi whispered. Lina laughed, glancing around the other corner of the wall. There were a few doors lining the walls, but it was otherwise pretty empty. A gasp had her turning her head back to her friend. âHeâs walking this way! Go, go, go!â Gigi pushed Lina around the other side of the wall and followed her. âWait, wait, you canât be here! Get in there, just for a minute before I get him to come with me somewhere else.â Lina didnât have a second to say anything before she was shoved into one of the rooms.Â
âWe have to stop meeting like this.â
Lina turned around, taking in the room around her, her eyes catching on the pearly urinals.Â
Harry was looking at her, paper towel clasped in his hands as he dried them. He laughed at Linaâs widened eyes.Â
âAre you planning to keep your head out of the toilet,â he asked, tossing the paper towel into the bin. âThe sink too, I supposed.â
Lina groaned turning to brace herself on the cool, wooden door. âI swear, this was not my idea.â
Harry laughed from behind her. âI should hope not.â He made to move towards the door to leave, but Lina whipped around, placing a hand on his chest.
âWe canât leave,â she whispered.Â
Harry cocked an eyebrow. âI mean, this isnât the most sanitary place, and I donât have a condom but---â
Lina made an âackâ sound before lightly pushing him away from her. âDonât be weird.â Harry put his hands up in defense. âMy friend is out thereâŚwith your friend.â
âIâm sure we can come up with a reason other than sex to explain us leaving the bathroom together.â
âHarry, Iâm being serious!â Lina said, exasperated. âShe pushed me in here because she wants toâŚtalk to your friend.â
âWhich friend?â
âZayn.â
âHe doesnât say much, so that conversation should be over now.â He moved towards the door once again, but Lina grabbed his wrist this time. âSheâs pretty drunk, and sheâd be pretty pissed if I interrupted her shot. She said sheâll try to get him to go somewhere else as soon as she can.â Harry stifled a laugh. âWe can leave soon. Just, I donât know, be quiet and donât, like, do anything weird.â
âMe? Do something weird?â he exclaimed, faux defensiveness causing Lina to roll her eyes. âIâm not sure Iâm the one to worry about here, woman in the menâs bathroom.â
Lina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âNot on purpose.â
âLast time, sure it wasnât,â Harry said lowly. Lina was keenly aware of her grip that remained on Harryâs wrist. âThis timeâŚI think you just wanted to get me alone.â He was closer now, breath fanning her face, alcohol and mint filling her nose.Â
âI could get you alone in a lessâŚstrange way if I wanted to.â Lina couldnât look at him, so she examined the holes in her tights.Â
âWould you, though?â His voice lowered even more. She wasnât sure how much lower it could get before it was more of a growl.Â
Wow, these tights really were artfully ripped. The perfect place for a tear really is just above the knee. She liked her knees, she supposed, but knees were a little weird overall---
âCarolina.â
âLina.â
âWhat?â
âI prefer Lina.â
âAlright, Lina. Wanna answer my question?â
Linaâs breath hitched in her throat. She didnât know what to say. She would not sleep with him tonight, especially not in this bathroom. But that didnât stop her from thinking about it. She was starting to feel a little warm.Â
Harry made to ask her again, but the door banged open, causing the both of them to stumble back and away from one another. Gigiâs eyes widened before she smiled mischievously.
âI am leeeaving, LiLi!â
âI donât know if thatâs a good idea, Gi.â She was maybe a little too drunk to go anywhere with any man.Â
âNo, no, I donât mean like that,â she giggled. âZayn said that if I got some rest tonight, he would see me tomorrow.â Lina was a bit surprised at that. âSo! Iâm leaving!âÂ
âWhy donât I go with you? Just to be sure youâre alright,â Lina asked, hopeful it would get her  out of answering anymore questions tonight.Â
She felt Harryâs eyes on her as Gigi replied, âOh, sure. OnlyâŚâ her eyes flitted between the two of them, âIf you want to.â
âItâs no problem, really, honey.â Lina felt a little guilty for leaving like this, but really, she was nervous. Sheâd had a few flings here and there after her rise to fame, but she never had the time to pursue them further. She was a bit rusty, now.
âAlright!â Gigi turned to leave the bathroom as Lina looked in the opposite direction, towards the man behind her.
âIâll answer your question after dinner, Styles.â
He smiled a small, amused smile. âItâs a date.âÂ
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Cabin in the woods (yan!slasher!Konig x fem!Reader x yan!slasher!Horangi) part 3
Little birdie got caught. Konig is simply too excited to let you go. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3
TW for the chapter: Light blood and gore, dead bodies, mentions of drugs, spanking, kidnapping
â Those fucking bastards killed Karen! Donât you care?!Â
Shouting at your friends was never your forte, but you expected that it would come out at some point in your unwilling journey, You never knew it would because of the psycho killers on the loose, wanting nothing more but to make a nice set of decorations from your bones and eat your liver.Â
You try to scream some senses into Chadâs tough skull but, just like his name suggests, this is a useless endeavor and you would be far better off running for your life, abandoning your friends, and hoping that killers would be satisfied without your sacrifice. But, youâre too nice. But, you have a bleeding heart and a death wish â and you feel guilty over not feeling guilty that Karen is dead. This is a new, overwhelming feeling for you, the one that almost revamps your whole essence. There are changes occurring, and you would rather die than acknowledge those changes.Â
â Listen to me, goddamnit! Weâre all going to die!Â
You must be looking horrible â mouth covered in blood like you just ate a bunch of raw meat, smelling of dirt and fresh guts, hands shaking and your face resembling the horror mixed with anger â even Marty is surprised to see the resident mouse behave like this. God, even you are surprised to see just how horrified you look, screaming at them in the hope of saving at least someone.Â
Marty drops a hand over your shoulders, pulling you to the side. You try to resist, but his clanky figure is surprisingly grippy and strong â you are being pulled to the nearest tree branches, just out of the range of the group. You spend the previous few hours trying to find them and yell some senses into their heads â and the only thing that they advised is that you should stop drinking for today and that stealing pills from Martyâs stash isnât very nice even if he kinda doesnât care where his junk goes. Still, you are fucking trembling.Â
Marty pushes you to the tree, whispering in your ear â you feel his hot, deranged breath on the side of your face, making you wince. Even compared to the killerâs smell of sweat and blood, they still were nicer to be around than Stale-Beer-And-Cheap-Weed-Breath Marty.Â
â Hey. Heeeeey, doll, what was happening back there?Â
â Karen isâŚ
â Nah-nah-nah, this is where you should shut up, yeah? Karen isnât dead. I mean, Iâm glad you think she is, it means my prank is fucking awesome.Â
Prank? Her fucking head was chopped off and then tossed over to the nearest creek when the shorter killer decided that he wants you to perform a blowjob on his knife, making sure that you are licking all the blood away. You donât think that there are ways to fake this â and if there are, then your friends and their hired goons are no better than actual killer psychos anyway and youâd still want out.Â
â I saw her!Â
â Sure you did, hon. Listen, Iâm really glad you were the first to notice and everything, but keep it down for now, yeah? I have this sick mask and I was actually planning to prank the group later at night, but if you found it firstâŚ
â Prank?! There are two actual killers on the loose, this is the worst time to do pranks! â God, youâre annoying. This is why I fucking asked Jenny not to invite you. There are no killers, alright? Karen agreed to partake in the prank, so she is hiding somewhere in the forest until Iâd pull out that sick knife and fucking scare everyone shitless. You were probably hallucinating from booze.Â
â I saw her severed head!
â Sure you did. Listen â you can help me, yeah? Just rile everyone up a little, then you will come back and say thatâŚhmmmmâŚthat Marty was taken! Everyone panicking, screaming, crying, and then I show up with this big-ass knife andâŚ
You never heard the last of his amazing, perfect, simply brilliant idea â because before he could finish it, his head was impaled withâŚoh, no. No-no-no, you canât do this anymore, not so soon after Karen is dead, not when you are still shaking and can barely think straight not when you are far away from others because Marty fucking led you to another secured place just to get his stupid head impaled with a fucking crossbow bolt â something that you only saw in video games or historical dramas.Â
This was completely silent â the quiet music of the bolt flying through the air, a small grunt that escaped Martyâs lips before he fell to the ground beneath your feet. You didnât even manage to see from what direction this thing came from, too disoriented to observe the world around you properly. You feel the adrenaline running up again, probably breaking the record for you in the whole year â you jump from the body on the ground, tears dwelling in your eyes. You canât do it, you canât do it, you wonât do it, you were never a fighter, the freeze-fight-flight instinct always coming up to curling down in a small ball and sucking on your thumb.Â
Some people are simply not built for survival â this is a natural order, something that Darwin was talking about. Soft, weak humans are meant to die, meant to be the food for stronger predators, for monsters dwelling in the shadows. Some creatures are never meant to exist â fleshy cute creatures, the ones that melt at the slightest touch, someone like you â when your first answer to a threat is to roll on your back and show your belly to a mountain lion, you just knew that evolution never meant for you to live past the crib. And yet, civilisation allowed you to survive. To thrive even, before you were put in this fucking forest.Â
You run before everything else can kick in â at least some of your instincts are working properly, adrenaline running through your veins as you are leaving Marty behind, not even bothering to check if he is still breathing or not. The man was never thinking with his head â not the upper one anyway â but you doubt that he would survive a bolt shot perfectly between his eyes, separating his brain in two perfect halves. Like a fucking apple.Â
You ranÂ
 âââ â âââ â  ââ   â  and you ran âââ â âââ â âââ â âââ â âââ â âââ âââ âââ âââ â âââ â â âââ â âââ â âââ â â âââ â â   and you ran some more
And you ran right into his chest.Â
Wall of muscles, no less â you arenât even sure if this is a humanâs body, too sturdy and hard and perfect to belong to something less of a Roman statue. You feel tears running down your face, panic not even bothering to settle in â you know you would be dead in the next few moments, brain tragically easy saying goodbye to being intact. A pathetic sob escapes your throat as you are caught for the second time in this night â lady luck might be smiling upon you the first time, but you doubt you can be her favorite for long.Â
â I thought the rule of escaping was to run away from danger.Â
This is the tall killer â low voice, secured by the mask, making it almost unrecognizable. You shake as a big, glowed hand goes on your back, laying there heavily. Even more pathetic sounds are produced from your lips, and you are almost ready to beg him for a quick, painless death â his hand is big enough to cover your head and you donât want to think of the implications that he might crush your skull with just his fingers.Â
KĂśnig listens to your sobs, doing nothing but keeping a firm hand on your back, securing you in place. You sob and whine and tremble in his hold â and he was never more hard in his life. What an adorable, pathetic little creature you are. Helpless in his hold â even squirrels can fight, scratching and biting. You were sobbing in his hold like the perfect kleine prey you are, and he could almost pretend this was a hug.Â
â Tshhh, Hase, donât cry. I wonât be able to let you go if youâd proceed with those sweet noises, ja?Â
His revelation only makes you squirm more. You finally try to get out of his bear-like hug â only to realize that all of your little movements and struggles fit perfectly with the enormous, pulsating bulge in his pants that can probably be considered a murder weapon on its own and shouldnât be concealed since this is an obvious threat toâŚah, on second thought, running around from a serial killer who has his monstrous dick hanging out would be worse. Much, much worse.Â
â Let me go!Â
You squirm one of your hands, punching his chest. Feels like punching a marble statue â the only thing you are hurting is your own hands. You try to resolve to a different form, jerking up your knee to land a blow on his crotch.Â
He fucking moans.Â
â Never knew you were such a fighter, Schatz. But I warned you, arenât I?Â
You donât understand what he is talking about before he suddenly lifts you in his hands, dropping you on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. You are crying, trying to get away, [unching him with your legs and your hands, all the adrenaline in your veins working solely for the purpose of inflicting as much pain on this enormous figure as possible.Â
You tug on this weird hood he is wearing â if you are going to die, at least you would die exhausting all possible options, not feeling like you gave up without a fight. This is still a journey of self-respect and deep insight searches for the mysteriously hidden backbone of your body â maybe, yoga classes would be more effective and less dangerous but, unfortunately, youâre not a rich white housewife in her thirties, so not like you have money for a guru who would spend hours trying to convince your ovaries to stop dying on the inside.Â
â Let!Â
You punch him on the back, a multitude of well-served punches right into his back. He laughs, spreading his shoulders, cocking his chest forward like you were giving him a massage. With a groan, you made a very deliberate punch right in the middle of his back â and he moans from satisfaction, probably releasing some pent-up tension that he got from killing grandmas and destroying hotels.Â
â Me!Â
You tried to kick him in the chest, your legs working overtime as you cosplayed a rabid rabbit â only for him to laugh even more, his arm securing you holstered across his shoulder like your punches meant nothing. They probably didnât â he is literally still holding a fucking crossbow in his other hand, managing to secure it on his side while moving towardsâŚyou only assume it to be a murder cabin because of course those freaks would have a murder cabin, why the hell not â probably with some cool classy furniture made out of bones.Â
â Go! You finally manage to secure hold on the edge of his hood, yanking it upwards in hopes of actually revealing who the fuck is he â a dirty businessman who doesnât like those damn kids and their dog to ruin his plans for burning down the forest to create a shopping mall? A nice old man who showed you the road when you were lost, but he is actually on a spree to get revenge on all young people for killing his pet chicken in 1997? One of those creepy guys at the corner store who was weirdly obsessive over you, talked like a serial killer, and was constantly and also came in pair with the guy whose height and manner perfectly resembled a pair of killers that are after you now?Â
Probably the grandpa.Â
You yank the mask up andâŚ
Ah.Â
Of course, he is wearing a freaking balaclava. The only thing that you managed to see were his eyes â blue, icy, pretty, filled with anger as he pulled the hood down, concealing his features again, without you even managing to take a closer look. You gulp loudly, preparing to die.Â
He smacks your ass with a power that would be enough to break a bone â your only saving grace is that the flesh of your butt provided some cushion, instead leaving a nasty bruise and inability to sit for at least a few days. That is if you would even survive long enough to have problems sitting on your backside. You wonât have such problems if youâre dead, right?Â
â Quiet, Schatz. I already breaking the rule for taking you too early.Â
â BrâŚbreaking a rule? Do you have a freaking hunting pact?Â
â I promised Tiger that weâd let you roam around a little. Make things interesting.Â
Ah, yes, because letting you go the first time was such a brilliant idea on their behalf. The only reasons you didnât go straight to the police is because A) You donât speak rural Austrian German, B) Your phone canât connect to anything, and C) You donât even know in what part of the forest you are. Also because youâre scared that the police are going to turn out treacherous people, just like in horror movies, and that it would fucking destroy your trust.Â
â I can roam around. I can roam around just fucking perfect, assâŚ
Another loud smack on your ass makes you feel like a misbehaving kitten. He grips your ass through your jeans and you whimper a little bit, starting to cry again as his hand goes straight for the bottom, gripping your cunt through the tough layer of denim. You thank every god you know for making you wear ugly, but protective and thick jeans. Every time his hand goes to cup your most intimate parts, the fabric of your jeans protects it â you donât even feel too violated when he pushes his fingers even more, desperately trying to get a reaction out of you.Â
â Language, Hase. Donât make me discipline you, ja? â Fuck you! â Very gut then. Thatâs what you will do very soon.
Oh, but the rough material grinding over your delicate, thin panties and the sensitivity of your cunt really makes you feelâŚsomething. You wonât want to admit it, he smells like blood and sweat(still better than Marty, but you shut down that thought before it was born because fuck the new abortion laws), and he spanks your ass only to grope your pussy right after â and he also has masterful fingers that are working at the hem of your jeans, making the fabric press even more against the sensitive skin andâŚ
You try to think of something â anything.Â
Dead bodies, dead bodies, a lot of dead bodies, and there are some dead puppies too and everything is gross and smelly andâŚah, itâs not working.Â
KĂśnig touches your lower parts with a wide grin under his hood â youâre fucking perfect, a nice addition to their house. You bite when he needs a little fight and you shut up when he touches you â perfect birdie, adorable birdie, Horangi will probably be bitching about spoiling the fun since youâd be stuck with them without a proper chase like he wanted, but the tiger would come around once heâd emptied himself on your warm body just once.Â
You squirm under his touch, moan and cry and tremble and he canât stop imagining you in millions of different positions. Stuck in the basement of their house, on your knees like a good girl you are, maybe with some branding or a collar â itâs more of a Horangiâs thing, even though KĂśnig hopes he wonât have to break you too much until youâd call him daddy â pushing you to their shared bed, making sure that youâre nice and stuck in some open positions, allowing them to take you without much repercussions.Â
â Let me go.Â
â Nein.Â
â Please?Â
â I like your begging, Spatz.Â
â It means youâd let me go?Â
â Nein. You will tell your little friends, and then you will run to the police, ruining our fun. You are not going anywhere.Â
â But, umâŚyour culprit will be mad, no?Â
As cunning as you can, youâre trying to seal the seeds of destruction among them. Youâre trying your damn best not to act too charming or too fake, just so he wonât fall in love with you for real and would try murder-suicide you, but also with enough charisma checks so youâd actually convince him.Â
But, itâs not really working â maybe, you arenât as good at spreading havoc as you thought you were.Â
â Heâd live. We would get to hold you in your house, little one. Itâs enough to make him understand my reasons.Â
Itâs definitely enough to make you want to puke. He is fast, not even bothering to check on the body of your friend as he goes past it â he just marks it with something that resembles a piece of torn fabric and pushes some leaves and sticks on the body, probably signalling to his friend to come and get rid of the body â and then he changed your position a little bit, securing a hand on your ass he goes deeper into the forest.Â
Youâre trying to remember the location, maybe counting the trees and every bush that seems like a good mark â but you, a city girl raised on a cocktail of Google Maps and a constant internet connection, have already grown tired of trying to remember everything. Every tree is the fucking same, every turn feels like the one before and, at some point, you were sure that he is actually going in circles to make you understand the location even less. Your blurry vision obstructs the goal even more â you cried so much, it feels like your very eyes gave out. With a sigh of defeat, you metaphorically roll over to your back and present your belly to the predators.Â
After a hike that felt like hours, but was probably like 10 minutes long â this guy has long legs and the determination of a dog dragging a really cool stick home and, before you know it, youâre standing in front of aâŚhouse. Nice house. Expensive house, a big house, something less of a mansion, but more of a shed that you thought he was going to live in because he is literally a serial killer.Â
Even serial killers made good property investments in the respective years â and you were too busy with useless stuff, like learning how to walk or trying not to choke yourself on a piece of carrot.Â
â Welcome home, Schatz.Â
He gently lets you down from his shoulder, allowing you to take a closer look at your surroundings. Normal living room â literally nothing weird. Maybe a bit too much hunting trophies, maybe a lot of guns lying around, some overly manly decorations, and very questionable art pieces but if youâd see that house advertised on the property website, you wouldnât even consider it too weird. You were expectingâŚsomething. Blood on the walls, furniture made out of human flesh and skin, a devilish feast for imps and every like themâŚ
You saw nothing as KĂśnig punched the back of your head, putting you to sleep.Â
You fucking hate forest trips.Â
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Enemy
Summary-> he was supposed to be your enemy after everything that he had done, but neither of you could stay away. You needed an escape (1k)
Warnings-> 18+ minors dni, smut, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, no foreplay, little bit of biting, fuck buddies, swearing, degradation
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He was a bad influence and you knew that, your friends hated kooks, resented them for the violence that surged through their expensive veins, and you were supposed to as well. If they knew what you were doing with the worst kook of them all, youâd no doubt be disregarded as a pogue, it would be a crime in their eyes, but you were addicted, Rafe was like a drug that you couldnât quite relinquish.
Your body was atop of his, a purity that he was tainting as he his murderous hands squeezed your ass, your tongues entangled in a hungry mess. He had stepped foot on the Cut just so that he could see you in your shabby home, and find his own escape from the mental torment that riddled his puzzled brain. A part of you had pity for the boy, his father had dragged him in every direction of the map to greed, he was confused and lost, but you cared more about the things he could do to you in the second hand sheets of your bed.
âI need you, now.â Rafe huffed, and you were always one to obey his orders, if you didnât, you knew that he was more than capable with frightening you, there was a power within him that caused your heart to stutter and a heat to grow between the apex of your thighs. He was a monster, in the flesh of a man, and he had coiled your actions to perform to his every command, as a kook he always got what he wanted.
Without hesitation you lifted your shirt over your head, exposing your halter neck bikini, his eyes dancing over the exposed flesh before he flipped you to be laying on your back atop of the mattress in your home, his shadow towering over you, reminding you that everything that you did with him was a lustrous sin.
His hands fought with his branded belt, flinging the strip of overpriced leather to the ground, as he unbuttoned his jeans and rutted his aroused length beneath your small skirt. If you had any sanity you would run from him, but all had been lost for your hunt for gold, and if one good thing could come from your promising loss of fleeting metal, it would be a good fuck, even if it was from your opposed enemy.
âThought you needed me Cameron, so hurry up.â You retorted at the frustrated male, causing his eyes to stab you, repeatedly, all over your body. He leant down, swimming his tongue around your neck before his teeth took charge and sunk into your flesh, sucking a bruise that you would have to conceal in the morning. His action caused a squeal to run from your mouth, he was a bad man, but his talents and punishments reserved for you made you see some clouded good in him.
âShut the fuck up pogue.â He spat at you, raising your legs as he tore your panties from around your waist, discarding the ruined fabric god knows where. Your pulse was rushing, the danger that his exterior evoked excited you to some degree, perhaps you were stupid to allow him to fall between your legs or maybe it was a smart choice, but it didnât really matter, you always got what you wanted from him and vice versa.
Rafe waited no longer before he grasped his cock, running it against your soaked cunt, before pushing it in, giving you no time to adjust. It hurt a little, but it always did with him, he wasnât a gentle soul, he was eternally damaged and youâd accepted that nobody, not even you could change him. âYouâre such a fucking whore, letting me fuck you whenever I want. Maybe one day youâd make a good wife, leaving this all this poor shit behind just because you want my dick.â
The idea had your head spinning, although realistically it would never happen, it was a toxic daydream that defied all of your morals of who you were and your loyalties, however the thought of being all dolled up for him, and committing to be his personal fuck toy had some appeal deep down. Rafe thrusted harshly into you, you were inclined to wince, a few tears splattering your cheeks as you allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
He increased his pace, his hand that wasnât supporting his weight reaching up and tugging at your bikini top, exposing your breasts to his view, and he ducked his head down, marking you for everyone to see. It revolted you that he could make you his without having to utter a word of emotion, he made you weak, and it was easy for him to make you crumble. âRafe.â A grunt vibrated from his chest as you moaned his name, your hands applying pressure on his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut, indulging in a fatal pleasure that you could never surrender.
âLook at me, and keep your eyes open.â He commanded as expected, you complied, no matter how difficult the deed was. Your lashes fluttered as you struggled with keeping your lids open, watching him above you, sweat glistening upon his skin in an ungodly manner. You were getting close and Rafe could tell, and so he kept his strokes going, until he felt you clenching around him, gripping his cock as though you were his personal vice. âGonna cum in you, you want that?â
There was nothing that you desired more, and so you nodded exasperatedly, consenting to him spilling his warmth within you. It didnât take long until he did, coating your walls with his seed, that crept out of your pussy when he pulled out, staining the sheets beneath you. Rafe flopped beside you, laying on his back as he stared at the dingy ceiling. He said nothing as he breathed heavily, recovering from the sparks of his orgasm. He never said anything afterwards, and you were fine with that, because he would always come back.
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ââ âđ˝ď¸ Seventh Course: Picture perfect revenge, the definition of the burnt dessert that is brewing inside your unhinged mind. Well, he deserves it though. đĽ˘
đ§: Olivia Rodrigo - Jealousy, Jealousy
wc: 816
genre & warnings: angst, non-idol au, cheating, hints of insecurity, reader drinking wine, cursing, lovers to exes, etc etc
a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.
You scroll through your phone, sipping on your red wine and laughing to yourself. Giggling like a maniac because the ridiculousness of the situation is truly astounding.
It was a magnificent occasion, one that would normally make people cry but not you.
No, you are built differently.
The discovery that you dug made you so happy you think you're about to burst in excitement.
Because finally, fucking finally! Freedom is nigh and clean air will finally clear your black lungs.
You gaze at the clock, the man that you are waiting for will be home soon, and you are so fucking ready for a confrontation.
Soon enough, your boyfriend enters your shared apartment, jumping a little when he sees your figure in the shadows, indifferently sitting there with a menacing expression.
"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" he frowned when you replied with a scoff, slowly walking in your direction.
The entire living room is dark, the only source of light is the one from the hallway near your bedroom. It gives an ominous vibe in the atmosphere, exactly what you want to exude.
"Y/N, seriously, I don't have time for this. I j-"
You rolled your eyes at his audacity, shoving your phone in his face so he can gawk at the evidence of his betrayal.
He is nothing but a mere asshole in the entirety of this relationship, so thank the heavens for giving you a reason to leave.
Ever since he entered your life, his presence always gave you the sinking feeling of insecurity.
Paranoia at its finest, you could say.
It was all good at first. You can even say with confidence that he was the perfect boyfriend. He makes you feel like you're on top of the world, the only girl that he loves, the happiest person on earth.
But who knows what will happen, right?
His sublime image is merely a performance for you to enjoy and hate later on, especially when you start seeing the signs.
Going home to you smelling like a girl's perfume. Lipstick stain on the collar of his polo shirt. Being secretive on whatever is in his phone.
"Must be your imagination, baby."
"Oh this? This is nothing. I'll wash it later."
"Listen, privacy is also an important aspect of a relationship."
Fuck that privacy. You merely wanted to play games on his phone because waiting in line in his favorite restaurant bore you to death. Must he be so stingy?
Stingy because the shit excuse of a man was hiding something.
You have been tolerating his bland show for a while now, might as well give him a tip for giving you entertainment despite it not being worth your time.
"Tell me I'm crazy now." you smirk, victorious in the battle where you have been wounded far too many times to the point that you can't even bear to look in the mirror without wanting to vomit.
You've had enough comparing yourself to the girls that he hangs out with.
Girls that are way skinnier, comfortable in showing too much skin, wear make up like it's an extension of their body.
Then you saw this very suspicious lady that seemed to be a bit closer to your boyfriend than the others.
You can't help but be jealous of her pretty face, lavish lifestyle, and it seems like her friends love her so much.
But hey, you may be a tad bit insecure but you ain't a raging loser, you are ready to let your inner sherlock holmes out and prove a point.
"What was it again? You are not cheating and it's just all in my head?" here you are, showing him the proof of your hard work and catching him red handed.
Did he really think that you won't see him and that girl making-out in a photo that was posted by his friend a week ago.
No matter how pixelated it was or even if your eyesight is bad, you will definitely see it.
"Y/N, that is not what you think." he tried to explain, and you do not understand the reason for his panic as you confidently push him out of the flat.
"Wooyoung, I've seen, heard and smelled enough. I think it's time for you to shut the fuck up." you give him a fake smile, finally giving him a harsh strike on his chest that got him stumbling in the front of the apartment.
"Please, hear me out." he begs but no, your heart is not made out of cotton to listen to him.
Whatever befalls him, he deserves it.
"Go spend the night with your bitch and come back here tomorrow to gather your belongings while I'm at work. Goodbye."
You shut the door in his face, not paying attention to his knocks and pleas.
Finally, some peace and quiet in your mind, heart and soul.
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cw: sexual discussions, gender dysphoria (trans Eddie Munson pov), virgin Eddie, mentions of period typical transphobia and homophobia
It comes as a bit of a surprise, when Steve comes out to Eddie as gay. Even more of a surprise when Steve follows it up with and Iâm attracted to you. Eddie has to remind him, with clenched teeth, bracing for the impact of rejection, that he doesnât have the parts Steve wants.Â
âYou think I care whatâs in your pants, man? Youâre hot, either way. Iâm just saying, like, Iâd fuck you,â Steve says, blowing smoke into the air in front of him. Heâs sitting against the side of Eddieâs bed, hogging the joint Eddie rolled for them both. âIâm also, like, really fucking high. So forget I said all that.â
Eddie reaches over the edge of his bed and snatches the joint back before Steve can bring it to his mouth again.Â
He takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs while he ruminates on, well, all of that.Â
âYou sure youâre gay?â Eddie asks, settling on that question first. He winces as he says it, his own internal hangups taking hold of him. He knows heâs a man, thereâs no doubt about that. Heâs been validated to hell and back by Wayne, a bunch of older queers Wayne is friends with, and the one doctor in the state of Indiana that has shown him any kind of compassion.Â
He just knows how other people are. How, despite him knowing who he is, a lot of people just see him for his cunt and his tits. Well, not like he has much of his tits left, not after the demobats performed a botched mastectomy on him and left him with one and a half breasts. The doctors that put him back together wouldnât remove the rest. He knows that Steve could just be getting some wires crossed â yes, he could be attracted to Eddie, but Eddie has to ask if itâs really because heâs into men and sees Eddie as a man, or if⌠If itâs the alternative.Â
âPretty sure, man,â Steve answers. He tilts his head back over the edge of the bed and looks at Eddie, where heâs lying against his pillows. âLike, I donât think about,â he waves vaguely at Eddieâs body, and Eddie knows heâs being careful, like he canât just talk about him without overthinking each word. âI think about, like, how you pinned me to a wall with a bottle to my throat and I think about how you hotwired that RV. I was definitely into you during both of those things, and I had no idea about, you know.â
And thatâs true. Eddieâs been hiding it pretty good since he moved to town. Buzzed his head in his bathroom the day his dad got arrested. Had a pretty good feeling his pops wasnât coming back from this one before he even left. Usually he took Eddie along with him, but that final time he left him with a pile of change and a phone number and told him to call Wayne if he wasnât back by the next afternoon.
Wayne took one look at him when he showed up, asked him about the buzzcut, asked him what name he was going by these days, and then took him to meet some friends. Didnât even have time to meet any other kids before he started getting tips from an older trans man that Wayne met years back. Since then, Eddie kept his head down, his chest bound, and never uttered a sound until he got on testosterone and his voice started to deepen and crack along with all the other boys.Â
âOkay, well now you do know, so,â Eddie points out. He shrugs, takes another hit and then passes the joint back down to Steve. âYouâd really fuck me? Pussy and all?â
âI mean, Iâve got experience with it,â Steve says. âI just donât like women, is all. Youâre not a woman.â
Eddie doesnât really get it. How Steve can go from Hawkinsâ biggest lady killer to lounging on Eddie the freak Munsonâs dingy bedroom floor saying he doesnât like ladies at all. Steve Harrington, who, and itâs no secret, called Jonathan Byers a queer a few years ago and laughed when his slimy friends called other boys fags. Yet here he is, saying that Eddieâs a man. So much of a man that Steve says heâs gay and wants to fuck him in the same breath.
It doesnât make any fucking sense.Â
âWhat about you?â Steve asks. âWould you?â
âWould I what?â
âFuck me,â Steve clarifies. âWant to get fucked by me. I mean, hey if youâve got a dick laying around, Iâd let you put it in me, too. I donât think Iâm picky.â
Eddie sighs, dropping his head down to his pillow. This is where it gets tricky. Yeah, heâd have sex with Steve Harrington. Who wouldnât? But as much experience as Steve has with pussy, Eddieâs a pussy with no experience. Other than a few drunken kisses in dark clubs eighty miles from home, heâs completely terrified of putting himself out there, and honestly for good reason too.Â
Being gay in this town is hard enough, but if anyone finds out heâs trans, heâs fucking done for. It was scary enough realizing Steve knows, and he didnât even have a choice in Steve finding out. Next time he tries to die, heâs gonna make sure he gets to a hospital instead of getting his clothes cut off on Steveâs parentsâ bathroom floor.Â
But yeah, Steve knows, and thereâs no more risk of him finding out, and thatâs pretty much the main reason Eddie hasnât had sex with anyone, so.Â
âYeah, I guess,â he answers.Â
âCool,â Steve whispers.Â
And thatâs it. Thatâs all the conversation is.Â
Steve crawls into Eddieâs bed and curls up beside him like they always do when he sleeps over, and he takes the joint from Eddie to take one last hit. He reaches over Eddie to put it in the ashtray and then lays back down.
âSo, um,â Eddie says. Because heâs confused. He thought Steve was coming onto him. He thought this was a precursor for Steve coming in him.Â
âWhatâs up?â Steve asks lazily, voice catching on a yawn.Â
âWell, Iâm glad we established all that, but, like⌠Are we not going toâŚ?â
âWhat? Oh, no. Iâm way too high,â Steve whispers, turning his face into Eddieâs shoulder. âAnother time?â
Eddie laughs because he has no idea how his life became this.Â
âSure,â Eddie agrees. âAnother time.â
Steve sits up, presses a loud, smacking kiss to Eddieâs temple, and then drops his head back down. He turns his face in toward Eddieâs neck, arm finding its place around Eddieâs waist. Eddie canât see his face, but he thinks Steveâs pleased smile might just match his own.Â
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I am being so so sincere when I say that Episode 10 of The Miracle of Teddy Bear has just secured a spot as one of my favorite BL episodes of all time.
What a fucking compelling, complex, brilliant, and contained piece of work. I am really really loving the dimensionality they bring to Nut and the way that he engages in his relationship with Tofu and his mother in this show as a whole and in this episode especially. Seeing Mathana so calmly, sweetly, and sincerely inquiring about Tofu and Nutâs feeling towards one another, in a way that felt completely absent of judgment only to immediately be met by Nutâs anger was fucking phenominal! The Miracle of Teddy Bear has been handling trauma, and trauma response so brilliantly across the entire show, but Episode 10 was a stand out example of how the writing for this show and Jobâs performance as Nut really add so much nuance and flavor to this story and this character.Â
I feel like so many BLs are hesitant to let their romantic leads harbor a lot of anger, but not The Miracle of Teddy Bear, Nutâs anger is explosive and it is fast. Nut can go from zero to one hundred in a blink of an eye, in a step, in a breath and that all stems from Nutâs history as a survivor of abuse. His father was extremely abusive, and incredibly homophobic, and his mother was a victim of that abuse as well and as a result was unable to protect Nut from all the shit his father put him through. And she was raised in a generation that was told there were rules and was never allowed to question them. She learned pink is for girls and blue is for boys and does not have any answer to a question of âbut why?â nor does she have the space in the household with Sib to ask that question herself and realize there is no legitimate answer.
I believe that Nut is fundamentally a good person, but I absolutely adored how much of this episode really navigated us through Nut being an absolute piece of shit to his mother, his friends and their family, and his partner as a result of his history as a survivor of abuse while also showing us this timid, terrified, simp of a high school boy having his first romance. Especially because for me it really highlights how much of this anger that Nut has stems directly from whatever events ended his relationship with Tarn. At no point in the flashback to a very short, and incredibly sweet BL within a BL have we seen Nut angry, he is only capable of fear that his family will find out that he is gay. It runs so counter to the hair trigger rage Nut carries with him in adulthood. When I saw the way Nut behaved at Genâs house, I legitimately had a moment where I was just so incredibly thankful that Genâs parents are as kind as they are and seem to constantly provide love and support to Nut even when he is being a terrible guest and misbehaving at the table because his anger runs so deep he does not have a handle on it.Â
From a writing and messaging perspective (I feel the need to clarify lest you think I support this kind of behavior in real live) I love, love, loved that Nut was using Tofu without Tofuâs permission and in many cases to the detriment of Tofuâs own comfort to the point where Tofu actually breaks in his own dedication to Nut and has to drag him outside to talk to him about generational trauma and the ways in which he is perpetuating cycles of abuse in his own household. Because that is a fundamental message of this show. Mathana and Saen are manipulated out of their relationship by Jan, Mathana feels pressure to get married because of her motherâs perceptions of the role of women in society, and as a result marries Sib who she doesnât love, which contributes, I think, in part to Sibâs future abuse of his family because he knows his wife is in love with his brother and not him, with a major contributor to the Sibâs violence in the household being the perceptions of masculinity.Â
Side note: One of my absolute favorite recurring motifs in this episode was the use of bars to make everyone feel trapped in the flashbacks of abuse.
This episode shows us the ways in which Nut has internalized some of the beliefs of his father, when he tells Tofu essentially that his mother failed to steer him away from being gay, when that is obviously an impossible task, and so expertly lets the anger of this episode be fueled by those beliefs, the resentment and frustration that stems from Nut having to serve some level of caregiver role to his mother because of her mental health, and Nutâs current inability to see the bigger picture and understand that his mother was also a victim of domestic violence in that household who did not have the ability to stand up for herself and her child all at the same time. And it is also so easy to understand why Nut is not able to see his mother as a victim in every absolutely heartbreaking flashback we get to little baby Nut looking up at his mother while he is being abused just absolutely hoping that she will do something more than stand there and watch it happen.
Nut is trying so desperately to get a reaction out of his mother, to prove that this anger that he has, that this pain that he carries from this piece of history we donât even have the full story for yet is real, is justified, and that change and healing cannot happen. But it can. We havenât even seen the events that lead to Nutâs break-up with Tarn yet and weâre already getting so much information about it from the way that Nut enters that coming out scene already fighting, already assuming his mother will have a problem, screaming at her and not giving her any opportunity to speak. And then getting mad at her when she doesnât say anything about him being physically intimate with Tofu in front of her. Which Iâve already said was incredibly well written because Nut is so focused on his own anger it takes time for him to understand what he is doing to Tofu.Â
And even when he leaves, when he goes to Gen, when he hears the reason and the sense, and admits to the fact that he was in the wrong, that unjustified justified anger doesnât go away magically, his behavior isnât automatically fixed. He knows that he put Tofu in an uncomfortable position, and then continues to do it anyway because there is no one that can drive you to anger faster than a parent. And I for one am so grateful this show is letting Nut leave shrapnel in his wake.Â
I am truly so impressed with this episode and with the entire show so far. If you did not jump on the Miracle of Teddy Bear train when @lurkingshan and @twig-tea were watching it a few weeks ago, please take this as a sign you should attempt it. I know itâs long, but GODDAMN IT IS SO FUCKING GOOD.
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useless.
i was 17 and we were standing near the kitchen when you told me i was useless
[read on ao3]
i was 17 and we were standing near the kitchen when you told me i was useless
right next to the dining table we used to have family dinners at where sometimes when dad wasnât busy heâd make us pancakes and weâd eat them together and talk
behind the kitchen island that i bumped my hip into once and swore without thinking and you laughed because youâd never heard me say anything worse than crap and i panicked and begged you not to tell dad
i think you were mad because i talked about him
you never wanted to talk about him
i always told myself you were hurting too and that excused every time you ever snapped at me or kept your distance from meÂ
but i think something changed that night
because iâm so tired of making excuses
i didnât know i was such a burden to you
you told me you were going to be eating dinner out from then on so casually like it wasnât crushing my entire world because that meant the only real time i ever got to see you was gone and iâd be alone alone alone
alone.
why didnât you tell me sooner
maybe i could have done something to change
right now youâre useless to me, you saidÂ
all you do is eat away at my life.
right now
but i donât think i was ever of use to you
i didnât realize family had to be useful to each other to be loved but i guess i should have known because isnât that how itâs always been with us
with you
dad wasnât like that was he
i donât remember
i think we used to be close. me and you
i donât remember when that changed exactly i just know at some point you stopped being my sister and started being my guardian
though guardian doesnât really feel accurate
what are you guarding me from
you always said your job was protecting people but you donât protect me
because at some point i stopped being your sister and started being your problem
useless.
why the fuck do i have to be useful anyway
why do i have to perform just for people to like me
why do i have to put on a mask every day
i look in the mirror and iâm not even sure what iâm supposed to be underneath all of that
the piece of me thatâs supposed to know doesnât talk to me
or when she does it makes me uncomfortable
like cold breath on the back of my neck
nothing i ever do is enough for you
you would hate my friends if you met them but you havenât and you wonât because youâre never around
you would hate what weâre doing
what iâm doing
maybe you wouldnât even recognize the person iâve become
maybe i donât either
iâve been thinking lately that maybe thatâs a good thing
i used to want to be like you.
i used to want to be you.
i donât want to be you anymore.
dad and mom didnât choose to leave us but you left me willingly
i covered myself in armor and spikes and brass knuckles and blue fire while you were gone
i hope the flames burn your eyes the next time you see me
my friends tell me iâm good at what i do and i donât think theyâre lying
i like being a part of this thing we have
if this is what being useless is like then
i hope iâm useless forever
#idk i just felt like writing something in this style tonight#persona#persona 5#echo writes#poetry#makoto niijima#niijima makoto#sae niijima#niijima sae
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i usually am a silent watcher , i.e. likes + reblogs ( + bombing my friend's messages w/ your shots ) but i just got thia thought and i have to spill it ! đ
remember the post about ps!simon taking longer than usual and that's because he's watching mc's videos have been living in my head rent free , and i can't help but think about him receiving a notif about you starting a live , and in his hurry he accidentally ends up using his personal ( i.e. GHOST ) account!
due to your unresponsiveness to his messages , he kinda sticks to being quiet at the beginning, simply jacking his own cock off , but as he watches your lips part and your body bounces on the dildo , he can't help , kissing his teeth and typing with one hand in a flurry , his eyes slightly hooded and focused solely on you! hell , he isn't even looking at the keyboard!
GHOST : you're doing good as always
GHOST : fuck , my favourite girl , can't get off without you
GHOST DONATED $$$$
GHOST : i heard you last time , please moan my name again đŚ
and these comments would've been lost within the chat unseen as per usual with his other account , others commenting the same things , who would care! but this time? the commenters ?
### : is that THE ghost ?
@@@ : fuck , even ghost is watching Y/N , that's the pussy power
*** : i guess even pornstars have their own favourite pornstars , fuck ghost chose well
the chat is going in an uproar , but the pretty horny you is too busy chasing her high , your eyebrows furrow, your glossed lips let out loud whines and breathy moans , and the noise of the donations coming through only makes you rub your own clit faster till you're seeing white and cumming all over the fake dick , whining lowly "hnghh, g-ghost, please..."
only when you're done twitching and twisting with that aftershock do you look at the screen and your mouth falls agape
cAN YOU IMAGINE!?!!
WHAT DOES GHOST DO AFTER HE ACCIDENTALLY DID THAT?? WHAT DOES MC DO!?!!;?;?! THE PEOPLE GOING MAD IN THE COMMENTS OF YOUR LIVE, IN THEIR OWN ACCOUNTS, SCREENSHOTS ARE CIRCULATING TWITTER , INSTA , TUMBLR , EVERY OTHER PLATFORM KNOWN TO MAN!?! DOES THE COMPANY TRY TO COVER UP THIS SCANDAL , OR do they use it as a way to recruit mc to simon , perhaps if he got his hands on her he might get back to performing like before ;) (he does. except he only performs with her now)
( i hope it wasn't too long? i usually just pitch a tiny idea and run , but i , uh , idk what came over me- plus , I don't use those sites so i have no idea how that works exactly and i hope they don't "announce" who joined the live like they do in IG , uhhh , okok , this is it , byyyee!! đâ¨â¨â¨ )
there's no hiding. he'll tell his manager that it really was an honest mistake, but you've been ignoring all of his emails and he's up to his forehead with pent-up sexual frustration. it works though :>
he's got your attention now.
there wouldn't be any recruiting because she doesn't wanna be seen by anyone. it's just her and her phone at home. people are scummy and no one will hold shit over her head. this is where he shows up at her house with sweaty palms and rosy cheeks (he's so desperate to get his hands on reader that his vision's blurring lmao)
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I love my mom but the lying and guilt tripping gets to be so much sometimes.
IE she overheard me talking about getting my brother a ticket to fly to comic con with us. She got pissed about money (fair enough I guess since he still lives with her and my dad) but then I brought up we were helping, and she got mad at me saying she missed my college graduation because of money so why didn't we help?
I just about lost it. I BEGGED her to come. I offered to pay for all the hotels or plane tickets. She's scared of flying so wouldn't do that, and won't let my dad go anywhere without her, so that was a no. And she said the drive was way too long, she'd be really uncomfortable, and my dad couldn't take that long off work.
She didn't come because she didn't think it was important. Bottom line.
In fact, I even mentioned at one point before the graduation I was grateful, as much as the pandemic sucked, that the graduation would be getting livestreamed because it meant she and my dad would see it no matter what. And she (granted, drinking at the time, but still) said it was horrible for me to celebrate people dying just so I could have a graduation.
EVERY TIME I brought up my graduation, she never showed the slightest interest, nor the slightest bit of sympathy that she was missing it. She went out of her way to blame me, act like I was the one being unreasonable. She continued showing absolutely no interest for my Masters graduation, so that I ended up not even bothering to travel (online program) because I knew no one would be there for me anyway, so why bother.
I didn't even get to go to my high school graduation, because it was an online program on the other side of the state. I had to be held back a year when depression hampered my academic performance, and my older siblings had already dropped out; in desperation, trying to motivate me not to do the same, my dad promised me that if I made it, they would too. So I worked through, got the credits I needed... and nope. My mom screamed that my dad spent too much on getting the car up to pass inspection standards (how does that even make sense) and that we therefore couldn't afford to go. So I didn't get to attend that either.
And you know what? Honestly, I made my peace with it- with the fact that my mom will never care about me the way she cares about my sister, that she just doesn't think my successes are worth celebrating (unless she can brag to someone online to seem like a good parent, I guess) and lacks the empathy to understand why me having my parents with me at major life events is a big deal. I worked through that and made my peace with it and have quietly decided I am not even going to bother inviting them to any future events I have, unless maybe I get married one day, I guess, though I feel she'd still try to find excuses not to go to that if it was more than a four hour drive from her.
I could deal with all that. But she fucking LIED about it to guilt trip me. She lied that she WANTED to come and it was money preventing her. That I never tried to help her get to me. And that's the part that hurts the most. That she wasn't there to celebrate when it mattered, but now has the nerve to lie about it and play victim, as though I'm the reason she wasn't there.
She always does this shit! When I was a senior in undergrad, there was an undergraduate research symposium everyone in my major was required to present at. It was ALSO on Zoom, so no excuse not to make it. I asked her and my dad multiple times if they'd like to see my present my research paper on a Japanese death cult and the effects it had on Japanese culture. They BOTH declined. So I invited my grandma, who was happy to be invited, and my best friend even walked her through setting up Zoom for the first time. AFTER the event, when I was telling my mom and dad on the phone about my grandma loving my presentation, THEN my mom got livid and said she had NEVER been invited, and of COURSE she would have come if she had the chance, why did I invite my grandma and not her?
She doesn't want to share in important things with me but then she gets pissed if I then share them with others instead. I guess she wants to feel so important that her declining would make me refuse entirely instead (as with my Masters degree ceremony?) I don't know.
I'm just tired of this man.
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Space part two ⢠kylian mbappe
Part one
Summary: kylian tells you he needs a break from you in the heat of the moment. he soon regretted that
Genre: angst
Warning: none really
Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader
Word count: 800
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Itâs been one and a half weeks since Kylian told you he needed âspaceâ. Itâs been absolute hell ever since. After the first day with you being gone he realized he was stupid for pushing you away. His stupidity got the best of him and now he was facing the consequences of his actions.
You not being there to greet him when he came home really affected him. Your absence also affected his performance on the field. Whenever he was in training he was always messing up due to you clouding his mind. It hasnât been long without you, but to him it felt like a century.
Kylian knew he couldnât go any longer without you. He needed you there with him and for him. You were the missing piece to his puzzle. He needed his fiancĂŠ back. he wasnât going to stop until he got you back in his life.
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For the past week youâve been crashing at your friend house. Itâs been hard. You missed kylian but you were also mad at him. He pushed you away all over a stupid game. You thought he was going to come to his senses and apologize for what he did, but after a few days of no response from him that dream slowly slipped away.
A sigh fell from your lips as you cuddled into the blanket. You were currently on the couch watching a movie. You were bored out of your mind and was about to fall asleep when there was a Loud knock against the door.
You frowned. It couldnât be your friend seeing how it was the middle of the day and she was usually at work right now.
You pushed the blanket off of you and walked over to the door.
When you opened it your heart skipped a beat.
âKylian..â
Kylian stood in front of you his hands were tucked in his pocket as he looked at you. You fucking missed him like crazy. He felt the same way.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked him trying to sound angry at him but it came out more soft.
âI need to talk to you.â
You paused for a second. âum yeah sure.â
You opened the door more letting him in. He walked over to the couch, sitting down as you shut the door.
âHowâd you know I was here?â you asked him as you say down on the couch. You were sure to leave a little space between the two of you.
âyour friend she told me. After she gave me a long talk about how much of an idiot I am.â Kylian laughed dryly before looking at you.
He searched your face. He could see the pain that filled your eyes and that hurt him. He hurt you and he would spend the rest of his life trying to fix it if he needed to.
âMon amour, Iâm sorry. I fucked up and I know it. I let my anger get the best of me and I shouldnât have let that happen. I know you probably wonât forgive me but I really need you in my life y/n. I need you greeting me at the door, I need to hear your corny jokes when Iâm down, I need your body pressed against mine.â
Kylian sighed as he reached out to grab your hand. He was expecting you to pull back but instead you didnât. Your fingers intertwined with one anotherâs.
âI need you ok? I donât need space I need you.â
Your eyes were filled with tears as you looked down at your lap. You didnât want to cry but you couldnât help it that a few tears fell from your eyes.
âKy you really hurt me and thatâs not just something I can easily forgive.â
âI know. Iâm not saying you have to forgive me ok?â
You looked at him. His soft eyes settled on your face afraid for what your response might be.
âgod, I love you so much that I hate it.â
Kylian laughed softly as he reached up to wipe your fallen tears. âIâd spend the rest of my life proving to you that Iâm sorry if I need to.â
âyou donât need to. Just.. donât push me away. Talk to me. If you want time to be upset tell me. I donât want this to happen again.â
You pulled kylian into a kiss. You melted into his lips. You really missed them.
When you pulled away kylian began digging into his pockets.
âWhat are you doing?â
âgiving you this back.â Kylian pulled out your engagement ring. You laughed as he slipped off the couch and got on his knees.
âmon amour, will you expect my proposal for marriage again?â
You nodded. âyes of course I will.â You held your hand out and kylian slipped the ring on your finger then kissed you.
âI promise you I wonât let you down.â Kylian whispered against your lips as he pulled away from the kiss.
He kept his promise
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