#snarky says fuck time and space

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[maskedbyghost]

+18, smut, i just love this trope...

I just love the idea of enemies with benefits with Simon. Something about the way he gets under your skin makes it impossible not to want to claw at his face—or his clothes. And you know he feels the same way.

The whole base knows you two hate each other. It’s loud, it’s aggressive, and it’s not subtle in the slightest. He makes your life hell, and you make his just as miserable. The missions go fine because professionalism and survival come first, but the second you’re off the field, it’s back to constant fights.

Which is why it’s no surprise when he pisses you off more than usual today. He’s been in your space all damn day, throwing orders around like he owns you, like he’s your superior—which he isn’t. He’s just unbearable. A six-foot-two pain in your ass. And when you snap back at him, when you throw that sharp look his way, he only grins beneath that stupid mask, like he’s enjoying every second of it.

So later that night, after stewing in your anger for hours, you march straight to his quarters. You don’t knock. You don’t hesitate. You push the door open, see him sitting on the edge of his bed, and start yelling.

“You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?” You kick the door shut behind you. Your jacket is already sliding off your shoulders.

Simon stands, unbothered, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “I don’t think, sweetheart. I know.”

You glare. “You are the most irritating—” You yank your shirt over your head and toss it aside. “—arrogant—” Your belt clinks as you unbuckle it. “—self-righteous asshole I’ve ever met.”

He watches you, something dark in his gaze, and then, just as fast, he’s yanking his own shirt off, tossing it behind him. “And you’re a stubborn little brat,” he shoots back, stepping toward you.

You push at his chest. “I hate you.”

His hands find your waist, grip tight, pulling you closer. “You love this cock, though.”

Your breath hitches, but you don’t back down. “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, you’re about to.”

And then it’s a mess of teeth and hands, a battle for control that neither of you ever truly wins. It’s rough and desperate and fueled by everything you can’t say with words—except for the insults, because those fly just as easily as the clothes hitting the floor.

Simon shoves you against the bed, pressing his weight over you, his hands pinning yours above your head as he mouths at your neck, biting, leaving marks just to make a point. You arch up against him, teeth sinking into your lip to keep from moaning, but he knows better.

“You always try so hard to fight it,” he growls, nipping at your jaw before dragging his mouth lower. “But you always end up right here.”

You yank at his wrists, but he doesn’t budge. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

“And you’re so fucking wet for me,” he taunts, pressing his knee between your thighs, making you gasp. “All that talk, all that hate—” His fingers slip beneath your waistband, pulling your last scrap of clothing down your legs. “And yet, you’re dripping for it.”

You bite back a retort, too focused on the way he’s lining himself up, teasing, and drawing it out just to get on your nerves. You glare up at him, breathing heavily. “If you don’t hurry the fuck up, I swear—”

Simon smirks, then pushes in with one rough thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs. “That what you wanted, sweetheart?”

You claw at his back, nails digging in as he sets a brutal pace, like he’s punishing you for every snarky remark, every glare, and every little thing you did to piss him off today. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him deeper, and the room fills with the sound of skin on skin, the creak of the bed, and the way your bodies collide like this is just another fight neither of you is willing to lose.

“Still hate me?” he taunts against your ear after some time, his voice rough and breathless.

You tilt your head back, gasping when he hits the perfect spot. “So much.”

He laughs, dark and smug, thrusting harder. “Yeah? Then why are you coming all over my cock?”

Your hands scramble for something to hold onto, nails scratching down his arms as pleasure rips through you, spine arching, head tipping back. He follows soon after, burying himself deep, groaning against your skin as he spills inside you, holding you close like he doesn’t want to let go.

For a long moment, there’s only heavy breathing, sweat-slicked skin, and the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath. And then, finally, Simon rolls onto his side, smirking at you in the dim light.

“Still hate you,” you mumble.

Simon chuckles, lazy and satisfied. “Sure you do, love.”

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@daydreamerwoah @kylies-love-letter @ghostslollipop @kittygonap

[sugarwarachan]

driving you crazy

pairing: tsukishima kei x f!reader

summary: being in the same phd program as tsukishima kei was already the worst, and that was before you and the snarky bastard were tasked to teach the same class together. during a late-night run-in at the library, will things finally come to a head?

(note: reader writes smut on the side to make some extra money, since phd students barely make shit *sobs*)

content warnings: tsukki being a degrading lil shit *barks*, like so much sexual tension, slight exhibitionism (gettin' nasty in a library), slight angst, dry humping

word count: 2.1k (an anon ask turned into this, whoops!)

art credit: @Freaka_LoonyZ on x

You shouldn’t have kissed him.

Not even as a joke in the back of that shitty dive bar you’d taken him to because grading papers was making both of your eyes cross. But he’d looked so fucking handsome underneath the neon lights, sipping coolly at his beer, that you couldn't help dragging him by the collar into that alley and sucking his soul out through his mouth.

Fuck.

Staring down at the battered copy of Macbeth and your scattered pile of notes, you’re no closer to chasing him away from your thoughts than you had been the night before, achy and desperate in your bed.

Ever since you began your PhD program, Tsukishima Kei has been an ever-present pain in your ass. Sarcastic, flippant, and irresistibly intelligent in a way that makes your heart speed up every time you spar with him.

You hate him, perhaps just as much as you want him.

It's cowardly to hope he won't find you here, but you need to get work done, and the library feels like a good spot to avoid him in. He hates being around people, even when they're confined to calm spaces like this.

“You’re not hiding from me, are you?”

Of fucking course.

When you look up, he’s smirking, all self-assured arrogance while he leans against the library stacks. You want to strangle him and straddle him in equal parts.

“Why?" you snort, turning back to your notes. "Because of one kiss? You’re not that good, Tsukishima.”

(He is, though. You’ll be thinking about that kiss until you die.)

Maddeningly, he says nothing, only pulls out a chair and settles in across from you.

You really wish you could read him better, but the best course of action seems to be to shut your mouth and pretend you’re not affected. For a guy as detached as him, you think that’s the right choice.

“Have you eaten anything today?”

The fuck?

Looking up from the notebook you’re scribbling non-notes into, you see what appears to be concern on his face.

“Umm. Yeah.” You’re pretty sure you’re looking at him like lobsters sprouted out of his ears. He's never once asked about your well-being like this.

He nods. “Good. We did stay up late talking about Kantian ethics.”

That's certainly one way to boil down last night.

“And to think it came to blows only once,” you shoot back.

A small smile curves his lips before he takes out a book and some notes, seemingly content to start working on something.

Fine.

If he won’t bring up the kiss, neither will you.

Silence lapses, the only sound the scratching of pens on paper. You’re not sure how much time passes; it’s hard to be around Tsukishima for very long because of how much he seems to slow time for you.

You sneak a look and immediately wish you hadn’t, because you notice the edge of a sheet of folded paper and recognize notes you lost two weeks before.

Your entire body flashes cold.

You write down ideas all the time as they come to you. What can you say, you’ve got an actively flourishing sexual mind, which has helped tremendously in your choice of second income. Smut doesn’t just write itself.

But the last thing you want anyone to see, let alone Tsukishima, is a scene where you couldn’t stop picturing him as one of the participants…

You try not to let your thoughts race away from you. You can only imagine how much he’d tease you for it, how actively humiliating it would be to admit to Tsukishima fucking Kei that your fantasies more than often than not star him.

“You can’t be alright.”

“Excuse me?”

Golden-brown eyes confront you. He’s frowning.

Why the fuck can’t you lust over someone normal?

“You heard me.”

“There’s a book on Shakespeare and gender in the stacks I need to find,” you say, ignoring him and ignoring the fact that you already have that book sitting to your left.

He regards you carefully. Each second that ticks by, you know he’s weighing what to say. The hush of the library does nothing to calm the din in your chest, the awful racket of your heart furiously pounding behind your ribcage.

He smirks and waves a hand at the stacks. “By all means. “

Surrounded by a wall of books, you take a deep breath. It’s just as likely he hadn’t even seen the notes he’d accidentally snagged from you. All you have to do is get them back, right?

“You always deflect when you’re uncomfortable.”

Whirling around, you see Tsukishima leaning against the stacks like a Lothario in a Victorian play, and fuck, you must have it bad, because he actually looks good doing it.

“Might it have something to do with this?” He pulls out that folded-up sheet of paper, and you watch in horror as your notes literally unfold in front of you.

You know exactly what’s written there.

His eyes pin you in place and you feel like a bug wriggling on a cork board, helpless under his gaze.

“This is what’s bothering you.” He shakes the paper a little, like a master shaking a treat in front of a dog. “You didn’t want me to read it.”

Anger sparks in your chest. “Brilliant fucking solve, Sherlock.”

He glosses over the sarcasm and takes a step forward. You retreat one step back.

“Why didn’t you want me to read this?”

You stare at him, incredulous.

“Because it’s private, asshole.”

The look he gives you screams, Try again.

“Jesus fucking Christ, it’s a smut scene, Tsukishima. Do I really have to spell out why that would be awkward for you to read?”

“Why? Because you imagined me while you wrote it?” Condescension drips from his words. Below your navel, your insides pull taut.

“What makes you think that? Because I deigned to kiss you last night?” You’re flirting with fire and you know it. You lean in, and so does he. “Come on, Tsukishima, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Where’s your hard evidence that I think about you like that at all?”

His eyes flash, and a near-feral smile splits his face.

He taps the side of the paper.

“Because you wrote this.”

And there, in small, nearly-smudged writing, are the words: Stop picturing Tsukki.

Blood pools in your cheeks. There’s no way he’s going to let you live this down, not ever.

You finally notice the red ink in the margins, his own annotations littering the page underneath your imaginings.

“Did you make fucking critiques?”

His laugh is so immediate it startles you. “I think you might call them suggestions.”

He’s close now, his hip nudging yours back along the books. Spines dig into your shoulder blades.

“If you’re fucking with me right now—"

One hand settles next to your head.

“One word, y/n,” his breath ghosts over your temple. “One word, and this stops.”

The rational part of your brain considers the consequences of messing around with someone in the same program, let alone someone like Tsukishima.

The rational part of your brain doesn’t answer.

“I don’t want this to stop.”

Exhaling sharply, he takes a step forward, his body now completely aligned with yours. You suppress the small moan climbing up your throat.

You were right, damn it to hell. This already feels better than most things you’ve ever done: your back curved against the books, the musty smell of paper, Tsukishima’s shirt shifting with yours.

One hand possessively cups your jaw.

“In that scene you wrote, were you picturing yourself?”

“Does it matter?”

His eyebrows rise. “Does it matter? How do you ground yourself in the scene if you don’t picture the characters?”

It’s an obvious taunt, but as you stare at the hollow of his throat, all you can think about is the fact that he smells warm and spicy, and you want to lick the column of his neck and wipe that fucking smirk off his dumb, handsome face.

You want him to be as affected by this situation as you are.

“If you tell me why you wrote all over the scene, I’ll tell you.”

He exhales. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“The hardest.”

He presses a knee between your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Without thinking, you grind your core down onto him, brain firing as soon as the pressure on your clit increases.

His hand grips down hard on your hip as he pulls you close, whispering furiously in your ear. "I read over this scene a hundred fucking times and I added what I would do. That’s what those notes are.”

Pleasure spreads over your chest; you barely remember your promise. 

“I pictured myself. In that scene. I pictured you watching another man fuck me until you stepped in and showed him how it’s done.”

Tsukishima makes a noise like a whimper and a groan in his throat. His head falls forward on the stack, right next to yours. “Goddamnit, y/n.”

He presses his thigh more insistently against you, hand near to bruising on your hip. 

“Did that not figure in your notes?” you ask, fisting your hands in his shirt, greedy for him to touch you more.

With strength that makes your pussy clench, he picks you up by the waist and drags your core along his leg. You can feel how wet you are, the slide of your cunt slippery in your underwear.

And we’ve barely done anything, a giddy part of your brain whispers.

“If it was real, no one else would be able to make you cum like I could," he's saying, voice low. "But I bet you’d love to see them try, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Fuck them in front of me until your sloppy pussy needs me to step in and fuck you like the little whore you are.”

His words travel from your ear down to your clit, and a low ache twists in your gut. You fall forward onto his chest, hands twisting around his shirt collar.

You're already climbing toward release with each slide of your core against his thigh.

“Please, Tsukki.” A whine erupts in your throat. “Please. Fuck, I’m so close.”

He doesn't even entertain your implied suggestion. “You’ll come on my thigh, y/n, I know you can. I can feel how much of a mess you’re making through your jeans. How wet would you be if I pulled those off?”

“Take them off and find out," you pant into his skin.

His hands deftly shuck your jeans down your legs, just enough to expose your underwear. You should feel ridiculous riding a man’s thigh in the back of a library stack with your pants around your knees, but you can’t be damned to care.

Fingertips trace over your pussy, outlining the lips through the cotton of your underwear. He skims a thumb over your clit.

“You’ve ruined these.” He sounds delighted.

“Fucking take them off, Tsukishima, for fuck’s sake.” You’re begging, and you hate it, but at this point, you’d do anything to feel his touch on your bare skin.

“No,” he says softly, tempering the denial with a kiss to your temple. “You’ll finish like this.”

You’re glad your face is pressed against him. This way he can't see how affected you are, how every time he drags you against his thigh, you practically drown in pleasure.

Little gasps and pleas fall from your lips, muffled against his chest. One more drag and you cum violently, your hips chasing after your orgasm with such intensity you feel like you’re floating.

You come down slowly, ears ringing. You're pretty sure you hear Tsukishima talking to you, but the only thing drifting through your mind is that you haven’t cum like that in years, and of course it’s with the man you can’t stop thinking about, for better or for worse.

You look down and take in your soaked underwear, the damp stain on his trousers.

He hands you back the notes and helps you right yourself on shaky legs.

Somehow, this feels more intimate than anything you've done with him so far. His hands are calloused and strong, and you want to hold onto him a little longer.

The thought jolts you, and before you can stop it, the words are out.

"This was a mistake."

And what takes you aback is not that Tsukishima agrees with you, but that he looks almost sad when he does.

masterlist here. reblogs and comments always appreciated <3

[fayesia]

Greasin' the engine shaft pt.2

pervyold!Joel x younger!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+ | p in v, | dubcon heavily bordering on noncon | dark!Joel | spanking | groping | humping | reader gets stuck and fucked | petnames (honey, baby, sweetheart) | daddy kink | Joel liked referring to himself as 'old man' | readers has conflicting feelings | readers says 'no' and 'stop' which is ignored | blurry consent | creampie | Joel gives ZERO aftercare | lmk to add anything else :)

Part 1: here

Music blasted through the workshop, your head bent under the hood of a car while you hummed along to the song. Lifting your head, you let out a yawn. This week had been long, and you couldn't wait to get drunk at the bar and rot in bed through the weekend.

Passing the front of the shop in search of a rag, you saw Joel talking to a customer, over their shoulders, your eyes locked. His eyes sharpened, and the corner of his mouth upturned into a smirk, lowering your head you sped past.

To say things had been awkward between the two of you would be the understatement of the century. At least on your side, Joel seemed to be revelling in this situation. Meanwhile, you wanted to die in a hole every time you came to work.

"Everything all right, honey."

The nickname stung harsher after that night.

Every endearment gave you flashbacks, the memory replaying in your mind.

His fingers twisting in you as his palm slapped against your clit.

His big hands tangled in you hair holding you in place while he fucked your face.

You wanted to feel disgusted, even mortified by it, but currently standing in the shops storage room, your highs shifted together to quell the rising pressure. Sifting through the numerous boxes of files and paper towels, you spotted a box of new cloths in the back of the shelf.

Reaching into the middle shelf, your body bent forward, fingers brushing against the edge of the cardboard as you tried to get a grip on it.

Jolting in shock, your movements stilled at the presence of someone behind you.

"God, now you're just teasin' me hun"

"Joel. Quit it."

You tried turning your head but the space of the shelf was too tight.

A shiver ran through your spine as Joels calloused fingertips, ran down the sides of your waist, his cold skin coming in contact with the open space between the hem of your tight singlet and jeans.

"Let me go, Joel, come on, don't be a dick"

"Oh baby, don't act like it's not on purpose, the whole shy act."

He scoffs in annoyance.

"A few days ago, you were falling apart on my fingers. Don't try to deny it. Had you moaning for the whole block to hear."

You wanted to reply with something quick and snarky, but your brain went blank as Joels hands caressed your ass. His fingers feeling you up through the denim, dangerously close to your crotch.

"Please, Joel,"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

His condescending gentle tone contrasted the harsh rubbing of his groin against your ass. You could feel him hardening, and you hated to admit, but for a second, the memory of him in your mouth flashed in your head.

His thick, heavy cock, the veins running down it. The tip was so pretty, dripping with precum, you couldn't forget the taste of him even if you wanted to.

Kicking your feet out, you tried pushing Joel, but the weight of his body against you only got heavier.

He now stood between your legs, his foot kicking at your ankles to push them apart.

One of his hands slid under your shirt, and you felt sick. The guilt in your head fought with the need of your core. The coldness of his fingers as they groped your chest pebbled your nipples.

He groaned as he practically humped your ass while fondling your tits.

At this point the friction of his bulge pushing the denim material of your jeans against your clit left your mouth open, fighting the release of any sounds.

But he'd heard that one whine of yours, and he knew.

You were fucked.

Joels hands tugged your jeans down to your knees, his pupils dilated at the sight of your pink lace thong clinging to your pussy. The material damp enough for him to basically see through it, the cloths material shaped to your pussy.

You tried to wiggle away from his touching, but that only spurred him on.

One of Joel's hands came down to slap your asscheek, the sting followed by his fingers digging through your soft flesh. He wanted to mark you, make you never forget who truly owned your body.

Tears ran down your face by now, mumbling for him to please stop, but Joel could barely hear over the blood rushing from his head to his other head.

Multiple slaps rained down on your behind. The skin was hot and flushed, definitely marked red. Joel slapped hard. Working with his hands for more than forty years gave him more strength than he could control.

It hurt, but not as much as it aroused you.

You hated it.

Hated that even though he hurt you like this, your pussy would still be wet when he checked.

And he did.

When he ripped your underwear down to your jeans, he saw the strands of wetness splitting off the material. The way your pussy shined under the sharp white lights he installed into the storage room just this weekend.

His groan almost sounded like a growl.

"Been waiting for this baby"

"Spent all weekend thinking about this dripping pussy, bet you thought about me too huh"

You had. You had gone home after that night, and in the shower, your mind drifted back to it. Under the shower head, you climaxed.

The water washed away the dirt from the shop and the dirty thoughts from your mind.

"Ngh no..didn't-didnt think of you"

"Oh sweet girl, you wound me, can't even give your old man a second thought"

His verbage reminded you of the truth. The reality that he was far too old to be doing this to you. For goodness sake, he started the shop before you were even conceived and celebrated its 20th anniversary when you were born.

It was wrong.

Disgusting and wrong.

So why were you dripping down your thighs.

Why, when Joel's fingers ran through your folds, were you leaving a mess behind.

Hearing the buckle of his belt and the zip on his jeans, you braced for what was to come.

Or rather for you to come.

His tip rubbed through your folds, it hit your clit and you couldn't help but moan.

Joel kept thrusting through you, prompting more high-pitched noises out of you, whines and moans mixed into one.

His fingers had a bruising grip on your hip, and his head fell back in pleasure.

Leveraging on your hips, he pulled you from the shelf, your feet ungracefully tripped on your jeans around your ankles, without Joel's arms holding you up, you were sure to have fallen.

Sweat dripped down from your forhead from being in such a tight space for so long that your breathing was heavy and eyes widened with desire.

"Ok baby, deep breath for me"

You wanted to shake your head, fuck, you wanted to scream no, but before you even had the chance his dick was inside you.

Just halfway in, before Joel had to tighten his hold around you to stop you from stumbling forward.

A cry left your mouth but no one else was working to hear you.

"It's ok sweetie, relax for me, make it easier for both of us if you just breathe a little."

"Nghn I can't, too big Joel please"

Your hands held onto the edge of a shelf, Joel's grip returning to your hip to drive himself deeper in you, the other one made its way to your clit. His fingers came in contact with the wetness collected around his base and your opening, collecting it to rub your clit.

His fingers had you fumbling for words, only noises able to leave your mouth.

Finally Joel's greying pubic hair was flush with your pussy, he stilled to let you get used to the stretch, and tangled his hand into your hair.

You pulsed around him before slowly moving forward and back, thrusting yourself upon his dick in small motions.

"Yeah, just like that baby, use me, use your daddy, can feel you enjoying it"

In any other situation, with any other person, the nickname would've disgusted you.

But with Joel.

It was different.

Because Joel was daddy.

With his broad shoulders and strong arms. The salt and pepper hair both on his head and downstairs.

His deep southern accent as he spoke.

But most specifically, his age compared to yours.

You could still be in college, and he was just about reaching the age of retiring and settling into a nursing home.

The image of him sat beside a grandma knitting almost made you laugh, except a shift in Joel's hips had you shutting up quickly.

His grip on your hair tightened and forced you to arch your back while his other hand gripped tightly onto the flesh of your ass. He'd sped up now, sharp thrust that reached deep inside you, hard enough that his balls slapped against your clit, the noises of skin against skin filling the room.

God, you hadn't thought about Joel's balls since that night, the way he had them stuffed in your mouth, your spit making a mess everywhere. You could only recall the weight of them holding all that cum which he covered you in a few moments later.

Snapping you back to reality was a hard slap to your ass. Unconsciously, you had been moaning, and each thrust of Joel's hip bought a new noise out of you.

Pulling you upright flush against his chest, Joel's hands mauled at your tits, he loved watching them bounce while he fucked you. Something he thought about often when you were bent over the hood of a car. A sight he'd gotten used to remembering at night with his jeans unzipped while he lay in bed.

His beard scratched into the side of your neck, the mostly grey hair tickling your ear as he whispered dirty words to you.

"That's it, baby, so tight, sure you ain't a virgin, sweetheart?"

"Best fucking pussy I've been in, means a lot from an old man like me"

"Yeahhhh keep clenching around me, she's just tryna suck me in ain't she"

"Fucking come for me baby, come for daddy"

Mewling back your arms wrapped around Joel's neck, his hand bent over your shoulder to snuggle into your neck while he ferociously thrusted upwards into you.

With one hand playing with your nipple, the other rubbed quick circles onto your clit.

"Godd, I'm coming fuck please-please"

With a outcry of daddydaddydadddy your eyes shut tight, flashes of white, and mouth hung open as you orgasmed. Joel licked a path up the side of your neck, his cock stilling deep in you as he felt your pussy clench around him.

"Yeah baby, daddy's gonna fill you up, nice and full of his cum, make me a real daddy huh"

You nodded, in all honestly barely understanding a word he said, your mind was broken, and your limbs like jelly.

So you could only stay limp in Joel's embrace as he pumped his cum in you, waiting for it to end for what felt like too long.

"So perfect sweetie, such a good girl for daddy"

Nodding along a whine left your lips when Joel pulled his soft dick from you, his release dripped down your thighs with some landing on the store rooms floor.

A stain. A tarnish. A reminder of what had happened.

Joel let go of you, your legs were weak, and you stumbled before softly kneeling on the ground, too weak to pull your jeans up. He had already returned to a state of dressed, simply zipping his jeans up and buckling his belt, while your thong and jeans were still tangled around your ankles. Your hair was definitely a mess, and you felt the trail of drool from your mouth down to your chin. He scratched the back of his neck, looking down at you.

"Uhh, I'll get some tissues. Let ya get dressed"

You didn't say anything.

He was a fucking dick. With a dick you loved fucking.

You closed your eyes, hearing his steps fade, pulling up your underwear and pants, before reaching to get that box of rags, tears stained your cheeks as you tried to wipe them. But more came rushing down, blurring your vision.

He could be a literal grandpa, and you've had more than enough trash hookups that ended worse than this.

So why the fuck were you feeling like this about your old pervy boss Joel fucking Miller?

[chelseeebe]

too sweet (for me)

18+. mdni. smut. mentions of violence and drugs. eddie is a dick but not when it comes to r <333 :} female!reader

eddie munson had been hardened by life. how could one night possibly demolish all of the walls he had spent so long building?

a/n: sorry for being mia again lol i am trying i swear!! i have another eddie fic coming that i love and probably the other parts to the steve zombie au! i’m usually never busy but these last few weeks have been wild

read part two here.

the club is too loud, too busy and too sweaty. eddie wasn’t a fan, never had been.

he squeezes past the crowd, grumbling to himself as he goes. eddie preferred to be in bed by three. his mom was very spiritual and had drilled into him that nothing good could come out of being awake at the witching hour.

something or someone knocks into him, or vice versa, he can’t really tell. it’s too dark and he’s had too much to even really care.

“watch it,” you snap, twisting around to send the dirtiest glare.

“what the fuck? you bumped into me,” he shouts over the loud thumping beat. immediately wishing he could swallow his words, noticing your eyes narrow, sizing him up. you’re the prettiest girl in this place, the only one he’s even looked at twice and now you hated him.

“whatever asshole,” you snarl, before continuing your way to the busy bar.

eddie hesitates for a moment before shoving through the path you’d made, angering another ten people on his way. he didn’t care, that couldn’t be your only impression of him.

he catches up, squeezing into the tiny space next to you, leaning against the sticky marble as you wait patiently.

his hand brushes your arm, earning another sly glance, face screwing up as you realise he’d tailed you to the bar.

“sorry,” he starts, not giving you the opportunity to tell him to fuck off first. “i wanted to apologise.. i was rude,” tongue resting on his bottom lip, appreciating the new found lighting and how it made you glow.

“you were,” smiling pointedly, eyes trailing down his chest, “but you can buy me a drink to make up for it.”

eddie stares, mouth agape at your brutal, up-front attitude before it turns to a tiny smirk, “i think that’s fair,” honestly he admired it. the only girl in here worth a second glance.

“vodka,” you add, making room for him to order.

he takes one last admiring look at you before turning to the bartender.

you tunnel your way back through the crowd, your friends long gone by now. eddie didn’t mind keeping you company, not one bit.

his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently back towards him. rightfully earning another scathing glare as you stop, inches in front of him.

“you’re not gonna even tell me your name?” he leans in, smirking as he does.

your lips brush against his ear, name soft as silk as you mutter into his hair. it sends shivers down his spine, wanting your lips on his ear and his neck.

“eddie,” he replies, resting his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close in the packed club.

“are you a dancer, eddie?” the way his name rolls off of your tongue makes him unfathomably crazy.

“not really,” he mumbles, tongue poking out of his lips.

“too bad,” your smirk, pulling towards the bustling dance floor before he can argue against it.

he didn’t like clubbing nor dancing but if you insist, he couldn’t say no.

the music ripples around him, hazy when all he can focus on is you and the way your hips twist in time to the beat. you’re not even trying and yet he’s completely encapsulated by your body.

there’s an attempt at dancing along with you, though he’s not any good. itching to just place his hands on your waist and let you guide him.

the purple light catches your eye as you move closer, eddie’s eyes latched onto you the entire time.

“you’re really not a dancer, are ya’?” you lean in to whisper.

“can’t help it, i’m distracted,” he purrs, daring to place his hand on the small of your back.

you purse your lips, keeping whatever snarky comment to yourself.

fuck it.

“d’you wanna get out of here?” eddie asks, “i know a place.”

your brow quirks, “hm? how do i know you won’t kidnap me?”

he tilts his head, meeting your eye, “you’ll just have to trust me,” offering his hand for you to take, eager to get you out of this club.

really, he’d go anywhere if it meant he could look at you properly without getting elbowed in the back by sweaty drunks.

you hesitate for a split second, which he supposes is fair, before placing your hand in his, permission to lead you from the dance floor and out into the chilly night.

your arms wrap around yourself, shivering in the cold.

eddie doesn’t hesitate, taking his jacket off and placing it around your shoulders. “it’s not far from here.. we can walk?”

your eyes narrow once more, pulling his jacket tighter, “lead the way, eddie.”

he knows you’re trying to taunt him, maybe rile him up a little and by god is it working. taking your hand once more as you start the walk to his apartment, anticipating coursing through his veins.

-

the elevator ride up to his floor is hell, fingers twitching to touch you. he’d do it too, if you were alone. plagued with one of his neighbours just trying to get home as you hang off of his arm.

eddie’s thankful his floor is first, losing the will to not just grab you right then and there.

your mouth falls open, eyes flitting around the apartment he definitely didn’t pay someone else to decorate for him.

“you live here?”

eddie didn’t grow up around money. he lived in a trailer for most of his life, cramped into the tiny home with his uncle in some dead end town until he finally found the nerve to move himself to chicago.

there were dreams of a music career that wilted away pretty quickly after he realised that there were a hundred and one other screwed up teens just like him, all wanting the same thing.

selling drugs wasn’t exactly his chosen path but he’d sold a little weed in high school and found he wasn’t awful at it and now here he was.

with more money than he knew what to do with and a reputation for being a hard ass.

he doesn’t entertain your amazement, sidling over to you with his hands already finding their place to your waist.

“the bedroom’s even better,” eddie smirks, feeling your fingers twist around his t-shirt.

“go ‘head,” half-smile on your pretty lips.

your body brushes against his as you trail behind, not wanting to waste another second. he hasn’t even kissed you yet, has no idea how addicting you’ll taste, the slight hint of vanilla in your smudged lipgloss.

expertly twisting you around, stumbling over just slightly before he catches you, planting his lips on yours, manoeuvring your entwined bodies around the darkened room.

he’s done this dance a hundred times, but something about you feels different. you’re mailable, trusting in his hands to guide you to the bed while your hands sit atop his shoulders.

falling back onto the mattress, tugging him down atop of your body, fingers clawing at his collar while his hands roam your body, grabbing at your hips and waist.

eddie haphazardly reaches for the lamp, disconnecting your lips for a brief moment before the orange hue fills the room.

you groan in response, sprawled out on the mattress underneath him.

“i wanna see you,” he remarks, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before he kisses you properly again. a full battle between teeth and tongues, barely catching against one another, lips wet with each other.

you sigh softly into his mouth when his hand travels beneath your dress, sliding between your aching thighs, panties already wet and begging to be torn off.

he doesn’t though, wanting to draw this out just a tiny bit longer, removing his fingers from your heat to toy with the hem of your dress.

“fuck,” you gasp, breaking away from his lips, “don’t be mean,” swollen bottom lip jutting out to make it all that much worse.

“okay,” eddie laughs quietly, “i’m done,” sticking to his word as your dress comes down in one rough tug, grunting as he does so.

he sits up on his knees, admiring the sight of your quivering body below. “worth it,” he remarks, tearing off his own t-shirt, and launching it across the room somewhere.

his jeans are next, shaking them off of his leg as they land on the floor with a soft thud.

your hand instinctively covers your chest, shying away from his hungry gaze.

“nuhuh,” eddie bites, pulling your arm away, pinning it underneath his as he comes back to your level, hovering just above. “don’t do that.”

you blink, pulling him closer with your free hand. the cat and mouse routine had been going on far too long, even for him. feeling your heat against his cock, almost painful to the touch as it strains his boxers.

“well if you hurried up..” you start, tilting your chin towards him with a tiny smirk.

eddie laughs loudly, yanking your panties down abruptly, “alright sweetheart, i hear ya,” returning his hand to between your thighs, spreading you open with his middle finger before sliding the digit in.

you huff in response, mouth falling open as that melodic tone he’s been waiting for falls from your lips, dancing around his ears.

your head falls back against the soft pillow, opening your legs further as he shifts fully in between, biting down onto his bottom lip.

“that better?” pumping his finger between your slick folds, your breath quivering with every move.

you nod quickly, readjusting your grip on his shoulder, taking a deep breath when his thumb finds your clit.

he can’t hold off any longer, pulling his fingers out and tugging his boxers down, cock springing up against his stomach.

“mhm,” he groans, teasing your sopping cunt with the tip of his already leaking cock, lapping up every last whine of appreciation you let slip.

eddie slides in, staggered breaths as he pauses, adjusting his position to allow his hand to find your hand, fingers intertwining while you huff into his ear.

“shit,” he utters, slowly thrusting his hips, gripping your hand tighter, pressing you into the mattress.

he wouldn’t have fucked around so much if he knew this is what you’d feel like.

your thighs squeeze around his waist, the soft skin encasing him. goading him on with your sweet breathless whines, repeating his name like gospel.

working his way to the hilt, debating why he could just sit there for a while with his cock buried deep inside of you or not.

your fingers twist around his curls, gently tugging on the messy mop atop of his head.

whimpering into the tiny shared space between your faces, your eyes fighting to stay open. cheeks warm and flushed, incoherent babbling trailing from your mouth.

“you.. you feel fuckin’ insane,” eddie growls, wishing he could swallow that familiar twist in his stomach, keep this going forever and ever.

the air is warm, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the room as you desperately move your hips against his. loosely connecting your lips in a hazy kiss, he can feel you tighten around him, whimpers strained and needy as you near your orgasm.

“ahh fuck,” eddie mewls, burying his head into the delicate skin of your neck, leaving lazy kisses in the crook. hoping he can hold out for just a minute more while you tremble around him. coming undone right beneath his body.

you hum into his ear, running your fingers along his scalp, pulling gently on his hair.

eddie can’t stop himself any longer, pulling his cock out of your cunt before he cums, letting his release cover your thigh instead.

your nails continue to trace through his hair while his mouths babbles a bunch of nonsensical bullshit into your neck, surely condemned by a life in hell for the blasphemous shit he was saying.

coaxing his head out of the comfort of your skin to gaze into his tired eyes, your heartbeats coinciding with one another.

instead of saying anything, you grin, laughing quietly to yourself. eddie thinks you’re crazy and yet, he’s sure he might’ve just fallen in love.

-

eddie feels like a creep, watching as you sleep, your leg twisted somewhere between his making him terrified to even think about moving.

he doesn’t want to startle you, in fact he doesn’t really want this to end. he knows that once you wake, he’ll be lucky to see you again.

maintaining relationships wasn’t exactly a skill he possessed.

you stir sometime later, feeling your way up his chest as you come around. maybe you’d think he was a freak, maybe you’d regret it and decide to file a restraining order or something.

“morning,” you croak, lips plump with sleep, eyes barely open as they peep at the other side of the bed.

“hi,” wanting to cringe at his complete lack of charm.

“you talk in your sleep,” you say pointedly, shadows of a smile on your lips.

“oh really? what was i saying?”

you shrug, “something about a fire,” scrunching your nose up. idyllic as you bask in the morning light, a real picture of beauty.

“a fire? that’s weird, i was dreaming about you,” undecided whether it were too much too soon.

you curl away from him, shying into the pillow when a bang at the door interrupts everything, damn near rattling his entire apartment.

you look to him again, confusion threading your brows together, “who’s that?” worry seeping through your tone.

“i don’t know,” well, he had a pretty good idea of who it probably was and he most definitely didn’t want to deal with that right now.

they bang again, eddie unfurling his arm from your waist, “i’ll be two minutes,” frowning to himself as he pulls his boxers on.

as expected, gareth and jeff stand outside, gormless as their eyes fall to his bare legs.

“woah,” gareth exclaims, eyes wide.

“what d’you two want?”

“you not gonna invite us in?” jeff presses, still marvelling at his legs.

“no.”

“why?” gareth peers into the apartment, “who’ve you got in there?”

“your mom,” eddie quips, “why are you here?”

the two idiots share a look, half-offended, half trying to figure out if eddie was telling the truth or not.

“well-“ they come closer, “we’ve got that shipment.. for the thing,” brows wiggling, “couple’a weeks and it’ll be in.”

this leads to eddie closing the door further round, in fear of you overhearing. he’s not sure how well received that’d be on your first morning together.

“shh,” he hisses, looking around the very empty corridor, “you couldn’t have told me this later?”

they shake their heads in unison, “murray said to let you know, no phones.. no paper trail.”

eddie searches both of their blank faces before nodding, “alright.. alright, you can go now.”

they oblige but not before jeff grabs his crotch, winking at eddie which makes him slightly uncomfortable and letting out an almost inaudible have fun before disappearing into the elevator.

the urge to knock their heads together had never been stronger, returning to his apartment to find you stood in the middle of his bedroom, staring at the pictures on his dresser.

“i used to be cute, right?” he knows exactly which one you’re looking at, startling at the sound of his voice.

you turn, still holding onto the frame, “is that your mom?”

“mhm,” he hums, taking the frame from your grasp, “she..” clearing his throat, “she died when i was younger,” tracing his thumb over the image of her crazy hair.

“oh,” you frown, looking at him with pitiful eyes, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, hair falling out of the loose bun he’d thrown up, “don’t apologise,” placing the photo back in it’s rightful place, “she was sick,” turning to you with his half-moon eyes.

he wishes he hadn’t even said it, the look on your face was too woeful, especially after the large grin you’d had plastered on it just this morning.

eddie sniffs, jumping to action, “get dressed,” he practically orders, wanting nothing more than to change the subject, “we’re going out,” telling, rather than asking.

“where?”

he shrugs, opening the large closet which mostly consisted of plain black tees and his jeans.

“i don’t have any clothes.. or my toothbrush, give me an hour and-“

interrupted by a shirt flying over, just about catching it before it lands on the ground, “wear mine, there’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,” eddie nods, sliding into his own clothes.

you stare dumbfounded at the cotton, before glancing back at him, “uh.. i don’t- what if people think..”

he turns, smile already peaking through, “if people think what? that we fucked? oh no,” riddled with sarcasm.

“you’re not funny,” you pout though you shimmy into the t-shirt, “i didn’t mean that i just..” trailing off into silence.

eddie’s eyes widen, something about seeing you in his shirt invigorated something within.

“don’t look at me like that,” shying away though there was really no need. he’d seen it all already.

“i can’t help it,” he remarks, standing wide-eyed.

your eyes roll in return, turning away to slip into his sweats though that makes everything worse. eddie instantly jumps to grab you, squeezing your arms against your sides, eliciting a high pitched squeal from you.

“maybe breakfast can wait,” growling into your ear, tripping over your legs as he barrels towards the bed.

-

eddie sighs, eyeing the seemingly stagnant clock on the dash. he knows you get off at three, toying with the idea of telling you he’s coming to get you or just turning up outside your building.

he figures he’s close enough that he won’t bother, shifting into drive. you’d only seen each other yesterday but he couldn’t get enough.

girls came and went in his life, never sticking around long enough for him to really get to know them. it felt different this time, he was itching to be with you, this constant need to be near you, with you. it scared him deep down, turning his stomach at the thought of someone actually meaning something to him.

he watches the door like a hawk, positioned outside so that you can’t possibly miss him.

it’s five after three by the time you emerge from the grand door, closely followed by who he assumes are your co-workers. eyes narrowing at the sight of the spindly guy following behind.

eddie clocks the exact moment you spot him, ducking your head as you break away from the group and slide into the passenger seat.

“what’re you doing here?” you flush, though your smile is evident, creeping onto his own face.

“i can’t come pick you up from work?”

you shrug, still coy as your co-workers dawdle, staring into the car with eager eyes.

“why’re you so shy all of a sudden? not even gonna kiss me?” eddie teases, feeling the eyes of your colleagues hot on his face.

“shut up,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

he takes this as a challenge, leaning over the centre console to press his forehead to yours, waiting for your approval before embarrassing you any further.

your lips lock onto his before he can think about it, deciding to turn the innocent kiss into what he can only describe as a sloppy, over exaggerated makeout session. something similar to his first attempts at kissing.

you pull back, groaning in disgust, averting your eyes from the nosy gaggle of colleagues that still stood gawping.

mission accomplished.

eddie grins before speeding away, not bothering to acknowledge them another time.

you want to be annoyed, eddie can tell. tutting in your seat as if you didn’t enjoy that just as much as he did.

“who was that? your boyfriend?” only half-joking.

there’s another sigh, “i wish,” as you mess around with the dials on the dash.

eddie would normally smack your hand away but for you, he couldn’t.

an absolute sucker for the way your fingers danced around the tortoise shell interior, making yourself comfortable in his car like you should.

-

“you’ve never been to brunch?” you fret, looking at him with pure amazement over the table.

“no,” eddie chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee, “why would i?”

“why wouldn’t you?” smiling wide.

there’s been a lot of firsts for eddie these past few weeks.

you’d dragged him for a walk around the park in front of his complex, perplexed that he’d never even bothered. he’d been into a florist for the first time, hand picking some overpriced bouquet just for you.

he shakes his head, shrugging. there wasn’t any time for brunch when you had to move kilos of cocaine for rich aristocrats.

“you don’t live,” you scoff, sipping on your 11am mimosa as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

it’s ridiculous how soft you make him feel. he’d do brunch in some gentrified neighbourhood every day if it meant you smiled at him like that.

everything about you is too sweet, your clothes, the perfume you doused yourself in, the lipstick stains you’d leave behind on shared cigarettes. even last week when you’d made him stop for some cat food for the tiny stray that hung around your garden. who does that?

“some of us have to work, sweetheart,” eddie teases, shuffling around on the far-too-fancy chair.

“i work,” you hit back, “only difference is that what i do, isn’t illegal,” whispering the last part of your sentence, smug as you take a drink.

he looks on in pure awe. the fact that you could speak to him like that and yet still end up his favourite person was a miracle in and of itself.

“d’you want me to pay for your fuckin’ brunch or not?”

“i can pay f’myself,” you huff.

“but i don’t want you to.”

your eyes glint, pursing your lips to the side, “i don’t want to either.”

-

eddie’s already trembling in the car, murray droning on about the importance of gloves next to him. this all seemed like a good idea a couple of weeks ago and now his stomach flipped with every turn.

that was before he had something to lose, before he met you.

maybe weeks of you loosening him up had ruined him. the soft life was a dream in comparison to this. the complete fear coursing through his veins was enough to make him never want to leave the serene calm of your arms ever again.

a couple of years ago he was just some kid selling weed to the losers that hung around the block and now he’s clutching a pistol, contemplating whether he’d survive if he just jumped out of the car.

murray wouldn’t let him. he’d find him, make him pay for being such a pussy.

eddie’s eyes fall shut, head lolling back against the seat, conjuring up images of you in his head. if he had to do it, he also had to make it out alive.

for you.

-

a ringing bellows through his head, fumbling with the keys as his fingers shake.

he couldn’t remember if you were at work tonight, hoping you wouldn’t have to see this. get pulled into his ridiculous life.

eddie stumbles through the door, making a beeline for the bathroom when your voice calls out from the kitchen.

“eds?”

choosing to ignore it, focussed on the churning in his stomach and the need to empty whatever was rumbling around in there.

it all comes out into the toilet, heaving and retching as you round the corner completely perplexed by whatever was going on.

he’s slumped on the cold floor, gasping for air when you speak, “eddie?” terror in your voice.

“what happened?”

eddie barely looks up, focused on not throwing up again. he can’t explain it, there’s no words to tell you what happened without incriminating himself.

your eyes fall to the red splatters on his shirt, the cuts that littered his knuckles and the purple hue that had started taking over his cheek.

any idiot could put two and two together.

he’s been cryptic about what he does for work, never saying too much but just enough for you to understand. he didn’t want to tell you, to have to drag you into all this. that wasn’t fair.

for a moment, he thinks you’re about to run out of the door and never look back. he wouldn’t blame you if you did.

instead, you take charge, stepping into the bathroom with your hands resting on your hips, “get up,” you order, tugging at his arm.

he doesn’t. still partially curled around the toilet bowl, confused about your attitude.

“i said get up,” barking again, holding onto his elbow with an iron clad grip.

eddie obliges this time around, shakily standing up. he feels like a child, waiting for you to tell him what to do, to make him feel normal again.

you pull him to the sink, running the warm water, scrubbing his hands with yours. the water runs a murky colour, red and brown alike.

“get under your nails,” you add, lathering the soap on his palms, laser focused on his hands rather than the sorry state that had overcome him.

he does as you ask, scrubbing under his nails. standing aloof when you turn the water off.

your hands find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, “off,” nodding towards his jeans.

it’s a little unsettling that you know exactly what to do, but eddie’s not complaining. grateful for your presence, for your forward thinking. who knows what he would’ve done if you weren’t here. he thinks he probably would’ve handed himself straight into the cops.

you hold a bag open for him, gesturing for his clothes to go in. “we’ll.. we can get rid of them tomorrow,” eventually meeting his eyes again.

he nods, allowing you to guide him through to his bedroom. pliable, completely at your mercy. if you told him that jumping off of bridge would help, he’d do it.

you dump the bag of evidence on the floor before pulling out a fresh shirt and sweatpants, flinging them on the bed.

“get dressed.. i’ll get you some water,” before flouncing out of the room.

eddie hated himself for dragging you into his life like this. it was always supposed to be something separate, something isolated from your relationship.

he’s barely dressed by the time you return, feeling like a pitiful mess. if the look on your face were anything to go by, he looked like it too.

“eddie,” you begin, that same sad tone you’d had when he told you about his mom, “i don’t..” stepping closer, “need to know what happened- i don’t really want to know either but.. you can’t let it fuck you up,” looking at him earnestly, which honestly hurts more.

he nods, “i know,” because he did. “i’m sorry for-,” he sighs, “for getting you involved, i never wanted you to see this.”

you respond by throwing your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek against his chest, “don’t.. don’t start with that.”

his chin finds the top of your head, nestling into your hair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

it’s a nice type of silence, the air heavy with unspoken words but he thinks that’s okay.

you understand anyway.

[csainzoperator]

college bf! f1 drivers pt 1 ☆

summary: college bf! f1 drivers text messages with small written snippets based on the texts :)

warnings: fem pronouns, kys jokes, cursing, mentions of kissing, kissing, slightly suggestive, nicknames (baby, babe, love), typos (?)

read more below the cut !

charles leclerc

you grab a can of grape soda and search for a place to sit. you find a corner near the window, the fresh spring breeze rustling your hair. you sit down and wait patiently for charles. a few minutes later he's walking inside the canteen, towards you. he's smiling big and as soon as he reaches you, he grabs your face, placing chaste kisses on your cheek and lips.

"hey, baby" he greets you. you smile and reply "hi"

he takes a seat beside you and raises his eyebrows, like he's waiting for you to do something. you raise your eyebrows in return. he grumbles out a few words which you cannot decipher. you nudge him softly as you ask him to repeat. "i didn't get my kiss!" he says, rolling his eyes playfully.

"oh you big baby" you say as you grab his face a drop a few kisses on his cheek. your lipstick staining his cheek. you caress his cheek to wipe it away. "happy?" you question him. he nods, "very. afterall, i ditched my class to be here with you."

your smile fades a bit, feeling a little guilty as you had called him so abruptly. you shove him playfully, making him stand up "go back, the class would've just started. you can still make it"

he frowns. he shakes his head, "its not an important class, he's just doing some revision."

"revision is important! i just needed to see my boyfriend for a little boost. i'm good now. go!"

he reluctantly lets go. he places a kiss on your forehead and promises to come visit your dorm later in the evening. you smile up at him and reach for your soda, only to see it in charles' hand. he gives you a wink as he leaves, taking a sip from the can.

carlos sainz

the game had just ended, and you were so incredibly proud of your boyfriend. he had scored a goal for the team. the winning goal. you smiled in excitement, waiting for the team to let go of your boyfriend so you can congratulate him. he spots you standing nearby and excuses himself from his team mates. he walks over to you, picking you up as he reaches you.

you yelp in surprise and hold onto him tight. wrapping your arms around his neck, laughing. "congrats, baby. that was amazing!" he smiles brightly, kissing your cheek. "thank you, mia cara" he says. he puts you down gently and wraps his arms around you.

"you came" he says, kissing the side of your forehead.

"i wouldn't be anywhere else"

after a few seconds, you swat him away. "look at all that sweat. ugh get away from me" you complain, rolling your eyes playfully

he picks you up again, walking towards his car. "put me down, you sick fuck" you wrap your arms around him as he fastens his pace, making you laugh. "now i'm all sweat"

"gives us another reason to shower together" he says, a slight smirk making its way onto his face.

lewis hamilton

you pick your phone up as soon as you're done showering and putting on some comfortable clothes. you click on the face time button and set your phone up on the bed, pillows as the support. you wait for lewis to pick, which doesn't take long as he picks up in a couple of rings.

you smile at him "what's up, princess?" the words slip past you automatically, like you've said this to him a thousand times. which you have.

he grunts in mock annoyance. "come save me, i'm stuck here" he says, his face showing how he hated being in that party. you could hear loud snarky music in the background.

"i wish i could, i left my car for service" you smile at him apologetically. he groans and starts walking towards a balcony of some sort, or an open space. it was much more peaceful. you could hear him more clearly now.

"will you please stay with me on ft for a while? until my room mate decides to leave. which will be soon because he's drunk out of his mind." he says, sitting down on a stool. the night breeze making him shiver.

you spoke for a few minutes until his friend decided to leave. lewis said he'd be near your dorm after dropping his mate in the room. he said he desperately needed your hug.

george russell

you shared your live location with george. you were currently walking towards your dorm. you felt his strong cologne engulf you before his arms did. you smile as you walk with george, his arm draped around your waist. "well, hello there" you amuse.

"don't you ever scare me like that. do you know how much i died on the inside?" he questions you, giving your waist a squeeze. you kiss his cheek, hoping to calm his nerves. "i told you, baby! i fell asleep in the library. ms sanders woke me up. i was exhausted after that 12 page essay"

"its okay, i know. you need to rest, love. did you eat yet?" he questions, as you both enter your dorm.

you shake your head, "i had breakfast, slept through lunch"

he looks at you like you've grown two heads. he grabs your hand and starts walking towards the exit. you let out a chuckle "now where are we headed to, girl?"

he looks at you, giving you a mock glare. "girl? what happened to bf, love, baby, cutie?"

he tells you to wait near the exit. a few minutes later, he's there with his bike. he motions for you to hop on. you smile as you get on, getting comfortable behind him. "we are getting some food into that stomach of yours" he says, handing you your helmet.

you wrap your arms around his torso. you knew. you knew, even if he had the most important thing to do, he would drop it to look after you. not because you were his girlfriend. but because you were his priority. because you were important. and he was deeply, madly, desperately, messily in love with you.

max verstappen

you were in your university park, sitting under a tree. the guy you were supposed to be doing your political science project was doing anything but the project. you were not a patient person, and it was getting harder as the guy even kept touching your shoulder now and then.

to your rescue, your boyfriend was right there. he walked towards the both of you. he took his seat next to you, giving the guy a timid 'pls fuck of soon' smile. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he sat there as you guys actually started to discuss your project.

the guy clearly didn't get the hint as he still tried to make contact with you now and then. the third time, max was done with all the utter bullshit that he was witnessing. he pulled you closer to him

"you know, i would really like it if you got your stupid ass hand off my girl" he says, making the guy frown in annoyance. within seconds, the guy is scurrying off.

you let out a delayed laugh. you look up at max. he shrugs, giving you an innocent smile. "you can't actually say that, max!"

he kisses your forehead, whispering "i just did, baby."

he brushes your arm near the place where the guy touched you. "what are you doing?" you question.

"dusting off his filthiness from you. maybe we should get back to my dorm. shower the filthiness off after i watch you finish on my face." he offers his reply. you shove him playfully. "you're the filthy one"

he stares, kissing your lips softly, mumbling, "you make me."

the end

an: had so much fun making these. hope u enjoy!

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥? ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

synopsis: The only constant that’s good enough to distract Pitfighter Vi is calling you when she’s horny

tags: Soft!dom Vi, CallGirl!reader, sesbian lex mwahahaha, established relationship, slight intoxication (i’m pretty sure she’s got a high tolerance by now…), cunnalingus, fingering, nipple play, cum eating, pet names (cupcake, sugar, etc.), praise, vulgar, explicit, smexy i think i hope i pray

wrd cnt : 1.5k

a/n: the wlw in me is awake and ready to scissor i mean succeed… i need to be all up in that icing eating the FUCK outta vi’s absolutely drowning in thst cupcake…anyways guys i’ll excuse myself

extra: also click the title for a song!!

Fight Drink Fuck.

The usual cycle for most Zaunites, especially one of your frequent callers…

You give her the benefit of the doubt- Until she’s calling you at 2am, clearly drunk in her own wallow and whiskey.

Once you make your way up the rusted stairs to Vi’s corner apartment, you knock just once and hear a rustling of clanking bottles and shuffling bedsheets.

The door swings open and you find a wide smiling Vi, a hand reaching for the back of waist to pull you in.

You know the place quite well and it’s…physical restrictions with the lack of space.

“Make yourself at home cupcake”. She says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as you follow, sitting on one of your legs.

“You need to be more careful in the pit” You mumble, your fingertips grazing over her bandaged chest, suddenly stopping as Vi feigns a painful wince.

“Just kidding…” She says while smirking, enjoying the concern on your face.

“You’re an asshole.” You say, planning to get off the bed, but you feel her calloused hand grab your forearm to pull you back into place on her lap, straddling her.

“Relax hun…” She coos, “I’ll be fine, especially with you here” She says, rubbing your back softly as she shifts you closer to her, feeling her nose graze the side of your neck as her chin hits your shoulder.

“Mmm…smells good”, you hear her say muffled into your neck.

“You smell like tequila…” You blurt out, earning a chuckle and a nod from her.

“Yeah not like it’s the first time.” She replies, fingers stroking up the sides of your torso, her eyes glued to yours.

“You look like you should sleep instead- your eyes have bags” You point out, touching her under eyes and finding your index covered in black paint.

“I sleep enough” She mumbles, raising her knees up and hoisting you high up in her lap, hands moving down to hold your hips in place.

“I’m suprised you answered my call, it’s past your bedtime.” She adds snarky, referring to your strict business hours as her attention is much more centered at softly squeezing your thighs.

“Funny for you to say.”

She rolls her eyes, running a hand through her disheveled hair and scoffing.

You roll your fingertips together, smearing the paint off your hands and into your clothes.

“Seriously though, heard you got your ass kicked tonight…is that why you’re especially a sore loser right now?”

You hear her chuckle, rolling away an empty bottom under her feet, “If I was such a sore loser why’d you show up? Seems like you don’t mind my drunken escapades.” Her eyes glint, enjoying the little back and forth.

“…Besides” She continued, “Don’t you like it when I call? Or is it all just…business?” She whispers, holding your chin in place to look at you as she tilts her face to get closer.

You feel a slight ache in your chest, a torsion in your stomach as she brushed a thumb across your bottom lip, her grey orbs looking into yours as the faint streetlights from outside seep into her small bedroom.

“Vi…it’s never just business with you”. You answer.

Her lips curved into a slow smile, and she leaned in closer, her breath mingling with yours. "Prove it," she whispered, her voice low and playful.

Your hands tightening slightly as they rested on her shoulders, feeling the firmness of muscle beneath the rough fabric of her shirt.

"How?" you asked, your voice barely audible.

She didn't answer right away, her eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to meet your gaze. "Kiss me," she breathed, the command hanging in the air like a challenge.

The distance between you seemed to shrink, the walls closing in until there was nothing but the two of you in this cramped, chaotic room.

Unable to resist, you leaned in, your lips brushing against hers in a tentative, almost shy and longing kiss.

Vi responded immediately, her lips pressing firmer against yours, hand sliding up to tangle in your hair as the other grips your hip, grinding you down onto her.

You parted your lips slightly with your thumb, allowing her to deepen the kiss, her tongue darting out to tease yours. The taste of tequila entering your senses

"More," Vi murmured against your lips, her voice hoarse with want.

You pulled back slightly, your eyes dark with desire as you looked down at her.

Her pupils were dilated and hungry, ripping away layers and layers of your clothing.

It wasn’t long until she satiated herself.

Big and rushed hands cupping your now bare breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they hardened under her touch.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into her mouth, arching into her hands as pleasure shot through your body.

“Fuck… you’re so beautiful,” Vi whispered, her voice shaking with emotion.

You didn’t respond with words, instead choosing to show her just how much she affected you. It was never just business.

Your hands slid down to her belt, fumbling with the buckle as you tried to free her from the constraints of her clothes.

She helped you, quickly unfastening the belt and tugging her pants down below her hips and thrown somewhere in the small room.

The sight of her bare skin, the smooth expanse of her abdomen made your breath catch in your throat. You wanted to devour her, to lose yourself in the sensation of being so close and filthy.

She scooted back, moving you with her until she pushed you flat on your back, head on the big flat pillows near the headboard.

“Vi- wait…” You whisper, getting glimpses of her bruised knuckles.

“Yeah, cupcake?” She asked, her body hovering above yours with her hands on each side of your head.

You stammer about, “…are you sure? Maybe we shouldn’t-“

You get shushed pretty fast, feeling as Vi shifted her weight, allowing you to feel every inch of her against you. "Don't you dare overthink this," she whispered, fingers tangling in your hair as she tilted your head back, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. "Just feel."

Your brows contort in pleasure as you feel her lips kiss and nip at the canvas of your neck, leaving violet marks along your skin as her fingers danced down your stomach to the hem of your panties.

“Aww…these are pretty cute.” She remarks with a sweet chuckle, watching you get embarrassed before pulling them down your legs as she crouches to lay between your legs.

Even after so many times, you feel like you’re getting put under a spotlight every-time Vi scans her eyes over your wet cunt, fingers messily playing with your folds and rubbing your inner thigh, never giving it to you off the bat.

You feel the glare of her eyes on your slippery skin, her breath so close and tantamount to torture.

“Stop staring…” You mumble, hands coming to hold her hair, hearing her chuckle again.

“So impatient…”, she whispers before finally dipping into you, her tongue tracing up your slit to taste you.

You feel your body burn up, undeniably excited for more.

As her tongue flicked against your most sensitive spots, all thoughts seemed to blur into a haze of wanting- needing more.

Her hands grounded you firm, fingers curling against your inner thighs as she effortlessly held you in place, all the while eliciting sultry sounds from you that only turned her on more.

“Vi more…” You breathed out, ragged and needy.

“Tell me what you want, cupcake,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low and sultry- a smirk playing on her lips.

“Please, Vi…your fingers” you managed to breathe, feeling vulnerability wash over you but diluted in your carnal desire.

“See? Not so overthinking now, are we?” she teased, her fingers joining the fray; curling and stroking the spongy spot in your core with precision, back arching instinctively as a primal need surged through you.

“God, Vi…” you moaned, lost in the haze of pleasure she was gifting you, your skin aflame with every touch, every caress that had you spiraling closer to the edge.

And even when you reach it, it won’t be enough, not for her.

“Stay still for me baby…just need s’more…” She huffs out, palms pressing down on your inner thigh to open you up as she presses a flat tongue on your clit.

You groan lowly, feeling her fingers digging into your skin just enough to feel good.

“Vi- I can’t-“

“Yes you can” She groans into your wet lips, “You can take it, sugar”.

You gripped the sheets, feeling your fingernails dig into your own flesh from between the fabric, hips rolling up toward her face as she greedily laps up all the essence spilling and spilling out of your swollen cunt, swallowing up her groans as Vi continues to make you shake and writhe.

You’ll pick up tomorrow’s call too, won’t you?

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

hello! I recently got into fanfics again and youre such a talented writer 💗 i was hoping to get theo or/and mattheo w a Hufflepuff reader whose been acting really bratty so they put her in her place 👁👁 i hope its not too much for u n if u dont feel like it thats totally fine too! 🤞

Yes! I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works!

Attitude

Theodore Nott X F!Reader

Warnings: Orgasm denial, unprotect sex, creampie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

You normally were so sweet. Never really had much of an attitude, or at least, if you did, it never lasted long. However, today, you were moody and short with people, especially to your sweet boyfriend Theodore. He was trying to figure out what you needed all day. Getting you food and sweets, trying to give you affection, trying to give you space, trying to make you laugh. None of it was working. He was losing his patience.

It was just before dinner when you decided to say another snarky thing to him while you were sitting with the boys. He snapped and dragged you over to the bathroom. You thought you were gonna get a lecture about talking to him disrespectfully in front of his friends. Instead, he had you bent over the sink, panties around your ankles while he fucked you from behind.

“You need to drop the attitude, cara mia.” He said, watching your face in the mirror. “I’ve been very patient with you today.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You moaned, gripping onto the sink.

Wrong choice of words because he pulled out and turned you around, gripping your waist tightly. “Is that how you talk to me?” His voice was low and stern.

“Can you please just fuck me, Theo.” You whined.

“What did I say about the attitude?” He warned, tilting his head down slightly.

“Drop it.” You said, huffing.

“Exactly.” He said, his tone a little softer. “So, how about we try that again?”

You rolled your eyes and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face with one hand.

“Without the attitude.”

You sighed, letting your body relax. “Can you please fuck me, Theo?”

“Much better.” He said with a small smile.

He lifted you up onto the sink and pulled your panties off your ankles as he stepped between your legs. He teased your entrance before thrusting in, making you both moan.

“Give me attitude again and I’ll stop, you understand?” He asked, taking your chin in his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him.

“Yes.” You nodded.

He started thrusting, holding onto your hips tightly. You held onto the sink as you tried staying still from his thrusts, moaning his name.

“You gotta be quiet. People will hear.” He warned.

You nodded, biting down on your lip to try to quiet your moans.

He smiled at your attempt and moved one hand to rub at your clit, causing your moans to get louder as you threw your head back. You brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to muffle the moans.

“Just needed to get fucked to lose that attitude, huh?” He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck.

You were so close, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into your hand.

Then he stopped, ripping a whine from your throat.

“What?” You asked, moving your hand from your mouth as you tried moving your hips to get some of that feeling back.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily with that attitude?” He said with a smile as he leaned back to look at you.

You groaned, leaning your head back. “Please, Theo. I was so close.”

“Next time, I won’t be so nice, principessa.” He said before started to thrust again, rubbing at your clit.

You had to cover your mouth again, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm was building up again almost as fast as it had left. You came around him with a cry of his name into your hand, trembling as he came too, spilling his cum into you. He pulled out and pulled your 

panties back up onto you.

“Gotta keep that in. Think of that every time you wanna act up again, hm?” He smiled before helping you off the sink.

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[getmeoutofhell]

Reader W/ Mood Swings HC

Featuring: Jennifer Check, Horny the clown, Billy Loomis, Stu Marcher, Ethan Landry, Hannibal Lecter.

A/n: i hope this is okay!! i added some other people but i made sure you had what you requested!!

Jennifer Check:

Your energy was what attracted her to you in the first place. She enjoyed it when you got mad, as long as your anger wasn’t directed at her. However, once you started dating, she didn’t like it when you were mean to her. She understood that you didn’t necessarily mean to hurt her feelings, but it still upset her. You always apologized after saying something rude, and although it took her some time, she would eventually come back around.

Horny The Clown:

He's definitely in the top five most sensitive slashers, especially when it comes to his feelings. So when you're mean to him, oh boy, he really takes it to heart. He'll act like you've deeply hurt him and won't say anything; instead, he'll just walk away and won't return until later. "Do you still hate me?" he asks. You reassure him that you don't hate him and that you didn't mean to say those things. He forgives you.

Billy Loomis:

If you think Billy won't argue back, you're mistaken. Very mistaken. When he's in a bad mood, he will definitely respond if you say something he doesn't like. Your snarkiness can be a turn-on for him, but don’t overdo it. He is very stubborn, which means he won't offer an apology. He'll likely say something like, “You were the one who started it! I’m not fucking apologizing for something you did!” Deep down, he does feel bad, but he struggles to express it.

Stu Marcher:

He is the complete opposite of Billy. If you really need space, he will give it to you, even though it hurts him to leave you alone for a while. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to maintain the peace. Your words can deeply hurt him, and you often feel guilty afterward. However, he forgives you every time. He won’t tell you; but whenever you yell at him he goes and kills someone. He pretends it’s you.

Ethan Landry:

It's somewhat similar to the situation with HTC. He is very sensitive and believes that every time you two argue, it means you want to break up with him. He begs you to stay and promises never to leave you. He loves you, and if necessary, he is willing to change for you. He often says, “Baby, I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave.” He may even cry to try to manipulate you into staying.

Hannibal Lecter:

You will be eaten.

[nyctoaerah]

★ TAKING CARE OF YOU!

CONTENT: Fluff, Crack, Domestic Life, Timeline was two years after the final battle, Sexual Themes, Sanemi’s vulgar mouth (lmao)

PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

Sanemi hummed deeply as his calloused fingers tossed the pale yellow rice in the hot skillet.

You nuzzled your worn body against his back and inhaling the comforting scents of ginger and soy that rose from the pan. Wrapping your lone arm tightly around his waist, you pressed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and let out a contented sigh.

“You alright, love?”

Sanemi questioned upon hearing your weary exhale..

“A little bit tired...” Sluggishly, you tried squeezing him closer to convey your meaning, but your grip had slackened.

Concern rippled through Sanemi’s frame at your words. “Rest then,” he replied gruffly.

“But I wanna help,” you protested weakly, lifting your head with effort. Shifting to peer over his shoulder, you pulled your best pouting expression, though your exhaustion likely dulled the effect.

Sanemi huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes at your attempt.

“I’ve got this covered. You need to recover your strength,” he insisted, free hand rising to card through your disheveled hair in a rare gentle gesture, he frowned slightly as he saw that your usual radiance was muted, lovely eyes dull with exhaustion.

His eyes swept to your leaning form with a inspecting gaze that lingered on the space where your other arm had been.

“You can’t just expect me to let you cook and clean the house on your own when you only have one hand,” Sanemi muttered gruffly, turning back to the yakimeshi.

“Rest. You need it.” His voice was gentle as he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

You furrowed your brows, a mix of exhaustion and defiance in your eyes as you stared at him. Your protest was on the tip of your tongue, but as Sanemi shot you a firm look, the words died down in your throat.

“Now.” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a defeated sigh, you begrudgingly pulled away from him, elbowing him lightly in the side as you did so. Sanemi let out a grunt of irritation, his eyes rolling in response to your brattiness.

“Just go rest, for me, darling...”

“Say please first.”

Sanemi shot you an exasperated glare, the lines on his forehead deepening in irritation.

“Just go and rest, for fuck’s sake, woman,” he grumbled, shaking his head in frustration and fondness.

“Nuh-uh. Say pretty please f’me, Nemi~” 

You couldn't help but taunt him further, a sly smile curling at the corners of your mouth.

“Say pretty please or you have no balls” you quipped, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

He deadpanned at you.

“My darling [Name], my love, my soul, you let me fuck you senseless most of the time and you have the audacity to say that?” Sanemi’s voice was laced with disbelief, his narrowed eyes locking onto yours.

“what even is the connect of you having no balls to that...”

You muttered, weirded out at his bluntness as your smug facade crumbled under his scrutiny, a sudden rush of uncertainty creeping into your mind.

Before you could come up with a retort, frustration bubbled up within you, culminating in a defiant gesture as you raised your middle finger and stuck your tongue out petulantly.

“Rest now.” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. You opened your mouth to shoot back a snarky remark, but his next words stopped you in your tracks.

“Or maybe I'll just fuck that attitude right out of you, and make you beg for rest,” he declared bluntly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes despite his bold words.

“You disgusting freak.”

A frown marred your features. You knew all too well that he wasn't one to make empty threats, his actions always speaking louder than words.

“Yeah, yeah, i am a disgusting freak. Now go.” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you grumbled under your breath, not really in the mood for it, and casting a final eye-roll his way before reluctantly making your way back to your shared room.

“Hmph.” Sanemi scoffed.

As you left, Sanemi’s gaze lingered on you for a while before he went back to cooking again.

It has been two years since the demon slayer corps was disbanded.

And you and Sanemi now found solace in each other, joined as one in marriage — Just like the two of you had always dreamt off in the past — getting married together and making a family.

It was a bit tough for you two, since the both of you are technically amputees because of the final battle, but you two managed to make it work.

Though Sanemi had lost several fingers in the battle, your wounds ran far deeper — your left eye was gone, as was your left hand — it got sliced when you were fighting with the uppermoon one on the infinity fortress

It was tough being like this, but with you, he was happy.

After finishing cooking and preparing the fragrant yakimeshi, Sanemi hurried to your shared room and carefully placed the steaming tray of food on the polished wooden table, the aroma wafting through the air.

As he expected, you were not peacefully resting but reclining on the bed with a pout on your face — still seemingly bitter about him previously telling you to let him do all the work.

“Hey... Food is ready,” Sanemi announced, observing your reaction as you turned towards him, a hint of irritation in your expression.

“Are you forgetting something?” you questioned, arching an eyebrow expectantly.

What did you mean by that..?

Oh.

Oh..

Sanemi rolled his eyes before gracefully picking up the tray and lowering himself to his knees, presenting the delicious meal to you in a humble gesture.

“Here you go, your majesty. Your feast awaits,” he declared playfully, a smile tugging at his lips as you couldn’t help but giggle at the theatrical display. “Good, you may rise now,” you commanded in a regal tone, attempting to sound majestic, which only made him chuckle at how stupid you sound.

You curled your fingers around the smooth porcelain bowl, feeling its cold edges press into your skin as you lifted it from the tray.

Sanemi took the tray and placed it back on the table, as he kneeled before you once again.

“Can you eat it alone?” 

he asked, purple eyes searching your face.

“Of course I can,” you replied, feeling a small twist of irritation.

“I’m not paralyzed.”

“Just because I’m missing one hand doesn’t make me helpless.”

“I know that,” he grumbled, voice low. Reaching out, he cupped your thigh in one hand, calloused fingers brushing your skin in idle circles.

“But let me care for you, just this once,” He continued.

“Let your husband take care of you, just for once, hm?”

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

[potheadkiki]

HII... hear me out. Pool sex with katsuki..??

I know you want pool sex but honestly sex in one of those hot springs sounds so much better

⚠Warning⚠

18+ content

Bakugo being a simp but refusing to admit it

Pet names (princess, angel, babe, etc)

Some slut shaming but it's fine

Chubby reader

Bakugo is 6'4

Reader is goth

Marijuana

Reader has the ability to sonic scream similar to black Canary

Side note I am taking more requests if anyone is interested

After UA everyone is class 1-a kept in close contact. Coincidentally both you and Bakugo are in neighboring agencies and see each other quite often at mixers and group parties. One day both agencies claimed that after the most recent villain attack that everyone needed to take a break so each company decided that every hero draw a number and the two heroes that drew the same number would leave for a week to go to an all expenses paid spa with traditional rooms and a private hot spring bath. Today was no different, everyone is lined up and as one of the assistants comes along with a jar everyone grabs a piece of paper, today's number was 78, unfolding your little piece your heart stops, 78 in bold is staring back at you, stepping forward claiming the first spot wondering who you'll be going to the resort with. The agency is on FaceTime and you watch as Bakugo steps forward on the screen holding the same number as you and you feel as your stomach flips your going to be alone with him for a week, he'll be in one of those kimonos and as you imagine it your face heats up. You've been in love with this guy ever since your days at UA he'd never see you that way of course you may be smart and have a sonic scream but you're also a slacker pot head from the US. You hear as everyone cheers for you and congratulates you on being able to take the week off with Bakugo no less. Finishing up the rest of your shift trying to ignore all the comments everyone is making some rude or snarky, your friends however made encouraging remarks and how this could be your chance to seduce him. As your day comes to an end your phone vibrates looking at it your heart races

Bakugo: Guess you're gonna be in my space for a week huh?

Reading the message you laugh he hasn't changed really

You:Yeah I guess so huh you'll just have to forgive me

You reply attempting to be a little flirty but also keep the same energy

Bakugo: I'll find some way you can make it up to me don't worry

Reading that your heart is basically in your asshole I mean how are you supposed to respond to that. You're going to be alone with him and now the entire time this will be all you can fucking think about.

You: yeah you do that lol

You reply trying to defuse the situation and not think about having the best sex life could possibly give you

Bakugo: oh don't doubt me I will

You have no idea what to say simply telling him that you'll see him in the morning and to sleep well.

--next day

You make your way to the agencies where they have a company car that they'll give you unfortunately you don't have your license so that means Bakugo will have to drive he just scoffs at that but you smile

Putting your things in the trunk you're kinda nervous honestly the only bathing suit you have is a bikini with mushrooms that is kinda low cut. Grabbing the special blanket with dragons on it that you've had since high school and need with to sleep successfully, slipping in the passenger seat getting comfy. Bakugo seeing this and scoffing again before saying

"Look at you fucking passenger princess ass" you blush at that he wasn't being mean or rude

"It's a three hour drive bakugo I wanna be comfy"you say shyly holding your blanket close to your chest

"Yeah yeah whatever get comfy then princess it's gonna be a long drive" he says placing the car in reverse putting his hand on the back of your seat watching as he turns his head to see where he's going before pulling out of the parking spot once he's out he puts the car in drive and your face goes red not only did he just call you princess but he did that thing when driving too not realizing the smirk on his face as he pulls on the highway the smirk of victory.

Bakugo has been thinking about this since yesterday morning he's going to get a week with you alone completely. He's basically been in love with you ever since you transferred to the hero course here in Japan. You're smart, kind, beautiful, and you rarely care what others think of you and he loves that. He's aware you smoke it helps with your quirk apparently. He has discovered that he has quite a thing for watching you smoke. The way you purse your lips and inhale, the way you lick your lips when dry, the way the smoke escapes past your lips. Fuck he needs to focus on driving he can't be hard right now. Taking a quick glance towards you he sees you cuddle up with said blanket, only one earbud in with something playing on your phone, you however seem interested. He doesn't want that. He wants to talk to you, he wants to be at the center of your attention. He knows its toxic and crazy since he himself needs to focus on driving but that doesn't mean they can't talk. Right?

"Put your phone down and talk to me. If I fall asleep at the wheel it's your damn fault." He says glancing in your direction.

"If this is your way of asking for me to start a conversation with you then I definitely feel like you could have done that differently but okay" you say huffing out a laugh before continuing the conversation

"What's the first thing you want to do when you get? I know personally I want to soak in that gorgeous hot spring maybe smoke a little joint, if its okay with you of course." He watches you say that with a cheeky smile. Maybe he'll join you this week is after all supposed to be relaxing and that does sound quite nice.

"what a dumb question of course imma see if they have a gym" you rolling your eyes thinking naturally

"Then find some to eat maybe and maybe in between everything I'll join you if I feel like it of course." He says side eyeing you with a slight smile only to catch that you're sporting a similar cheeky smile with pink cheeks. And that's how it went for the next three hours idle chit chat and stupid questions mostly. So when he pulls up to this large log house that has steaming chimney your pupils basically turn into hearts. It's gorgeous the way the sun hits against the large mountains and shines through the trees god you never want to leave and you haven't even stepped into the building.

Once you've both registered with secretary and got your room key (turns out its one of those two in one rooms with a single bamboo room divider) but bakugo opted for just opening the divider doors claiming they'res just more space this way they would have had to share the hot spring anyways since it's a connected room and all. Most of the time they were assigned to people with relativity large families or two pro heroes on vacation. He watches in amusement as your eyes light up again before turning back around and clapping your hands together exclaiming 'right' turning your head to face him giving a soft smile

"I'm about to pack a cone and change into my bikini would you like to join me for a soak and smoke if will" He rolls his eyes at that god you can be so corny sometimes but he listens as you go on

"Then we could find some place to eat or order in either or I don't care"

"yea whatever just let me know when you're done I'm not gonna sit around in my damn trunk" He says with a slight blush thinking of the two of you together alone in a steamy bath while you wear a bikini, fuck he feels like a teenager again and he hates it. He manages to busy himself which in hindsight could have been a mistake because when he hears you clear your throat, whipping his head around he's faced with you in a mushroom styled bikini top that hugs your tits perfectly, realizing just how big they are considering you usually wear large/baggie t-shirts, and a simple pair of black bottoms that hug your ass perfectly, letting a groan slip past his lips as he stands up quickly

"Jesus woman you scared the shit out of me, just wait for me outside I'll be out there in like 10 minutes" he says not making eye contact with you as he walks away. You step outside washing yourself off before heading over and sitting at the edge with your feet dangling into the water, gently moving your feet back and and forth in a swishing motion making sure no water actually splashes up at you, not yet at least, lighting a joint with wet hands is a real bitch, your thoughts only really stopping when you hear the pitter patter of bakugos bare feet against the smooth rock turning your head you give him a smile

"Hey I waited for you before smoking I wasn't sure if you wanted to or not but if you did we could share" You say with that stupid smile while holding up said joint and an ORAGNE lighter he doesn't know why but it makes his heart jump at the thought that maybe you bought it thinking of him little does he know how right he actually is.

"Okay jesus let me rinse off first before you start rushing me" Rolling your eyes at this but giving a slight okay anyways. You can't help as your eyes follow his every movement watching as his back muscles flex and constrict due to his movements. Blush enveloping your face and a little of your neck god your going to be spending a week here with this man. Bakugo being a little tipsy as he took some shots of Soju to help calm his nerves but its doing the exact opposite maybe smoking will help he thinks when he smells it, the potent stench of marijuana. Turning his head he watches as you stand up water splashing as you walk towards him with the joint between your lips gently sucking and exhaling the smoke, he watches as your hips sway walking towards him, getting close to his face pushing said joint up against his lips as a silent plea to open his mouth and when he does you get a full whiff of alcohol and you take a step back as you look at him

"Were you in there drinking? Whats up? You know you can tell me anything right?" You say leaning down a little to make sure you force eye contact since he's been avoiding it. You watch as he groans and takes a hit before coughing slightly and handing the joint back to you without saying anything he steps into the water submerging himself halfway into the steaming water before looking back at you as a silent way of asking if your coming or not and you do walking over and you sit next to him smoking the joint a little, looking at him as he scratches the back of his neck almost ashamed, opening his mouth but he doesn't say anything so you hand him the joint again, he's clearly nervous, taking it from your hand he inhales harshly handing it back to you as he falls into a small coughing fit. Watching as he sputters a little, laughing at him a little amused, getting in closer to gently rub his back and help calm his breathing again. Not realizing that in getting to close your breast have pressed up against his side in hopes of calming him down

"Okay i'm fine now so you can move" He says shifting away from you and you smile a little giving a short 'sorry' you say looking at him in hopes that since you moved away he would tell you whats wrong with him

"Okay so we met in ua and you've always been so annoying with that damn smile of yours and the way you laugh,being able to light up a room with a single twinkle from your eye and that isn't even your quirk, I remember thinking for a split moment that maybe you were just like icy-hot with two of em but no and even after all that your damn smile was still to bright. Then we got put in neighboring agencies and we drew this dumb fucking lottery" And threw this whole interaction you could tell he was getting frustrated and you weren't entirely sure where he was going with this but it clearly has something to do with pent up feelings so you grab his hands taking a leap of faith pushing them against your chest getting closer looking at him with pleading eyes

"Please don't stop. I want to hear what you have to say. All of it." You say holding his hands tight against your breast and you watch as he looks away a blush spreading to the tip of his ears

"Fuck I just- I don't know I'm still trying to figure how to say shit" he says quickly and you realize that's true he's always been a man of action

"Well don't say anything then" you say gripping his hands pressing your breasts harder into his arm getting closer, he looks at you thinking that maybe it's the alcohol or the weed but whatever it was he could feel his inhibition lowering along with his head as his lips connect with yours, groaning as you push your chest up against his, slipping into his lap as his arms wrap around your waist possessively squeezing you tight, pulling away you giggle at his possessiveness

"Why you squeezing me so tight?" You say laughing a little more and he hides his face in your breasts before mumbling something and you grip his hair a little which seems to get the memo as he pulls away

"Like hell I'm letting you go now" he mumbles hiding his face in your neck as his hips rut up against yours causing you to gasp out changing angles which puts his face right in between your breasts as his grip on you tightens and his rutting becomes rougher the water begins of the hot springs sloshing with his movements as you grip his hair grinding down and meeting his thrusts until he suddenly stops causing you to let out a whine and he pulls away from your chest much to his dismay chuckling

"I'm not cumming till I get to feel that pussy wrapped 'round me" he says almost slurred as his eyes droop grabbing your ass roughly as he picks you up sitting you on the stone side and you shiver arching your back against him

"It's cold Suki" you say whining as you feel goosebumps spread across your body and he just rolls his eyes

"You'll be fine. I gotta open you up baby" he says and you blush you've only had sex three times neither of them enjoyable which is something you should probably admit but you don't want to ruin the mood because you want to be with him and you can feel your mind running

"Hey speak up tell me to stop" he says and you grip his hand

"No! God no please. I want to be with you but I've only done this a couple of times and none of them enjoyable so I don't want to disappoint you with my own inexperience. But it's not like I think this will be bad or anything and that's another reason I'm nervous" you say but realize that you've been rambling quickly but you see as his eyebrows scrunch

"So you're worried that you won't be able to keep up and that basically I'm going to fuck you like no one else could?" He says kinda nonchalant and a blush spreads across your face at how he could simplify your insecurities in a crude way. But you giggle

"Yeah I guess kinda. I mean everyone talks about how good it can feel like leg shaking and it's scary and what if you leave after or think I make a weird face" you say giggling a little throwing your hands up in defeat

"Well I want to do with you no pressure, obviously, but I can also guarantee that I will make you feel good and like hell I'm leaving your ass I already got a taste of you." He says with a smile leaning in between your legs nibbling at your left ear

"You promise" you say a little wobble to your voice. His hands are exploring your thighs gripping, squeezing and even pinching at your thigh

"Trust me baby I fuckin promise you're stuck with me now." You giggle a little and he leans in kissing your cheek

"Okay well I'm done over thinking. You gonna fuck me now?" At that his lips connect with yours, his hips slotting between your thighs as one of his hands slips behind your back grabbing one of the loose strings pulling it untying the top. Once untied he slips the straps down your arms throwing your top somewhere, pulling away licking his lips as he grabs at your boobs kissing your chest before he moves his way down to your right breast. Holding your right breast up he gently suckles on the nipple as his left hand tugs and pinches at your other one. Feeling as he nibbles and bites at your nipple tugging with his teeth causing your back to arch and grip at his hair feeling him still grounding down on you. His left hand travels down your stomach and slips into your bottoms as his head moves towards your left nipple giving it the same attention and hickies. He pulls away slipping his hand out your pants causing you to whine in an exaggerated manner to show your disappointment.

"Cmon don't be a brat I gotta get you out of these" he says referring to your bottoms and you blush as his hands grab at the hem of them looking at you to indicate to lifting your hips up and you do listening happily at the implications. God the man you're in love is about to finger you and it turns out he feels the same way I mean like what? That's crazy?

"Mhm damn look that pussy baby"he says with a wicked grin leaning down getting into the water until he's face to face with your pussy feeling as it throbs while it clenches and unclenches around nothing covering your face in shame because you just know he can see it happen and judging by his laugh you're right.

"Mhm look at this desperate pussy clenching around nothing you're so desperate aren't you baby?" He asks clearly rhetorically since he doesn't wait for you to respond before he slips his pointer finger inside curling it up searching for that spongy spot inside and he can tell instantly when he finds it based on how you whine and clench your thighs around his head that was barely a breath away from your pussy almost feeling his breath fan against your most sensitive area. He laughs at your sensitivity deciding to add his middle finger repeating the same action curling his fingers upwards. Feeling his breath get closer and closer until you feel his tongue lick at your clit. Your head throws back, grabbing a fist full of his hair from the intense stimulation finding ground yourself to something as you feel his fingers move curl non stop and his lips suck and lick at your clit. Feeling as not only your thighs clench around his head but the knot in your stomach as well. Back arching deeper as his fingers do the same inside you so desperate to make you cum

"I'm-im gonna cum Suki fuck I can feel it!" You exclaim as your back gives out falling back against the stone as you cum on his face thighs shaking and convulsing as his fingers milk you for everything your worth. You feel as his fingers gently pull out whining at the loss. Whining about the stones being cold Bakugo laughs at you calling you a baby and you watch as he licks his lips as he grabs your wrists pulling you back into the water as he sits down on the middle step pulling you down with him landing on lap realizing he must have ditched his swimming trunks at some point looking down in the water blushing god he's so big

"Like what you see baby? This is what's gonna go inside you baby." He says whispering in your ear as he grinds his cock against your bare pussy. Gasping as you wrap your arms around his neck tight clearly nervous at the anticipation

"If you want to stop we can" he says clearly being able to sense your nervousness. But you pull away quickly

"No! I mean no. *you say gasping trying to keep your cool* I don't want to stop I'm just a little nervous. So please just be gentle with me" you say seductively grinding down and he groans

"God damn you're gonna be the death of me you know that?" And you giggle at the comment. Kissing his cheek

"Alright princess take a deep breath" he says lovingly as you feel him lift your hips gasping as you feel his cock rub at your clit before poking at your entrance

"Told you to breathe damnit" he says as he pushes his hips up against yours. Your head throws back again to the feeling of him stretching you open, his hands grip at your waist pushing you down as well to meet his hips until he's completely bottomed out inside you. He can feel as your breath hitches and your heart quickens

"Calm down" he says as you feel his right hand rub circles into your lower back. There's a proud smile on his face as he realizes that almost instantly you try to regain control of your breathing. God she's such a good girl he thinks. Feeling as you begin to move your hips grinding down slowly.

"Yeah baby? You gonna use me and my cock to please yourself?" He asks as he buries his face into your breasts sucking hickies into your sternum as his own hips begin to move. Water sloshing with the movement of both of you.

"Mhm you feel that baby? Are your thighs shaking for me?" He asks clearly proud of himself you both keep a steady pace as he fucks into you and you meet his thrusts feeling the pressure build again as your thighs do shake from the pleasure but they're beginning to burn your so fucking to close to cumming again you just can't keep going fuck

"Please- please *gasping* I can't keep doing it my thighs burn help me" you whine burying your face into his neck as you suck your own bruises into the skin. He groans at the feeling but you feel as his hand grab at your ass cheeks pulling them apart slightly as he begins fucking up against you roughly hitting your g-spot perfectly as his other hand slips between your bodies finding your clit and begins to play with it.

"Mhm damn I can you clenching around me love. You gonna cum. Yea fucking cum do it for me. I'm so close too." He says hips moving more erratic so desperate to make you cum first. And his efforts begin to pay off as he feels you clench around him the same as you did against his fingers.

"I can feel you clenching. I know you're gonna cum just do it." He says and that's basically all it takes before you're cumming around him but that doesn't stop his own thrusting. You feel as he picks you up sitting you against the stone as he fucks into you harsher cumming inside you as he pulls out you whine and he laughs

"Why did you put me back on the stone? It's cold." You whine as he rolls his eye

"I didn't want to cum in the water. Don't want to ruin the hot spring do we? Still wanna be able to use it yeah?" He says kissing you and you blush cause he's right god how embarrassing. He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom sitting you on a stool that sits in front of the shower head.

"Alright love let's get cleaned up then we can smoke a little more and cuddle. Yeah?" And you blush at that cuz fuck yeah that sounds amazing. The fact that he fucked your brains out, is gonna bathes you and then smoke with you while watching TV god you really are in love.

[boopiemadz]

Hi, I love your writing especially your Yellowjackets fics! I had an idea for a Travis x fem!Reader where R goes missing (like season 3 timeline, takes Mari’s place in being taken by Ben) and basically Travis worrying, especially after already losing Javi, either ending with finding R or not :)

This is much longer then i intended it to be lol. Got a little carried away with the backstory... but whatever.

[Im finna be in the pitt]

WARNINGS!

idk yall... js know its yellowjackets so....

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To be honest, you were exhausted. 

Earlier that night the group had decided to plan somthing you might call a ‘funeral’ for those who never got a proper goodbye. While the conversations stirred and people started prepping for the dinner you found yourself watering the plants you had started growing behind your hut. This little garden wasn't much but you enjoyed the peace it gave you, a small sense of purpose. As you kneel down to water the base of a berry plant you had uprooted a few days ago, Travis makes his way over to you just standing, leaning against the hut like he had something to say.

“What's up?” You say standing up and placing your makeshift watering can on the log next to you. 

“Nothing,” He murmured in a low tone. You could tell something was up, so you stepped closer and grabbed his hands giving him a quick kiss before speaking up. “You sure?” He sighs.

“I just don't really feel like doing this whole funeral thing tonight.”  

Your heart sinks a little thinking of Javi. “I know” you grip his hands a little tighter. 

“It's just the group's idea of memorializing them.” You shrug “I don't exactly want to do this either but, it's for morale.” He nods and places his now free hands on your waist. 

“I don't know what I'd do without you” he says looking over your face with his deep brown eyes before he gives you a kiss and you both go to change into the robes the girls had made for the dinner. 

---

Over the last 8 months something had shifted in the group, specifically Shauna. Sure she'd lost her baby, everyone tried to give her space to let her process and heal, but at some point tensions became higher and certain people started to become more and more aggravated. Mari had always been one to use humor and snarky comments to cope, which kinda rubbed Shauna the wrong way thus starting the Mari Shuana feud. 

The two of them constantly butted heads, both saying and doing small things to piss off the other. But the little peace that was left had completely broken that week, and who knew what would happen during dinner. 

After the ceremony the girls had set up, you had sat down ready to eat, starving you started sipping on the frankly disgusting soup until you heard a scream from across the table.

“She spit in my fucking soup!!!” Mari screamed standing up face to face with Shauna. That's when Travis stood up and motioned towards your hut, the night was exhausting for him and understandably this whole girl drama escalating wasn't something he wanted to stick around for.

You tried to stay out of it, but it escalated to the point of Shauna pushing Mari to the ground and making her rub her face in the now soiled soup. You gave Shauna a look while going over to Mari and helping her up, she pushed you aside and started to walk away into the forest after Nat put the two on ‘time out. 

You jog after Mari, her silhouette just visible between the trees.

“Mari! Wait up!”

She doesn’t stop.

You curse under your breath and push deeper into the woods. Branches whip at your arms and the cold night air bites your skin, but you keep moving. But Mari’s faster than she looks, or maybe she just knows the woods better than you.

You round a bend near the slope that leads to the creek and… She’s gone. “Mari?” you call, quieter now. The woods feel… still. Too still.

You keep walking, trying to retrace her path, heart beating a little faster now. You’re about to turn back when your foot catches on something strange, a soft give in the mossy ground.

Your weight shifts.

And then everything disappears beneath you.

The fall isn’t that far, but it’s enough to knock the wind out of you. Your side hits packed dirt. You groan and roll over, blinking up at the moonlight pouring down from above. The hole is perfectly camouflaged from the surface, branches, leaves, dirt.

Your voice shakes as you call out.

“Mari? Travis?!”

There’s no answer.

---

It had been hours, alone in the pitch black, It’s cold. Your back aches from the uneven earth. You spent the night drifting in and out of shallow, terrified sleep, flinching at every branch creak or rustle above. Your throat is dry. You called out for help until your voice cracked, but no one came.

You’re just about to force yourself upright again when something shifts above you.

You gasp.

It’s him.

“Coach?” you breathe. His eyes widen in shock, just as startled as you are.

He stumbles back slightly, then limps closer to the edge, staring down at you with disbelief. “...What the hell?” You manage to pull yourself into a sitting position, every joint stiff. “I…I thought you were dead.”

Ben doesn’t respond right away. He just stares at you, like he's trying to piece together if this is a hallucination. Then his expression shifts into something unreadable. “You're not supposed to be here,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You nod slowly, swallowing hard. “I know. I didn’t… I was following Mari. I lost her. And I guess… I fell into your trap.”

He exhales through his nose, shifting the weight on his crutch. He looks thinner. Wild-eyed. Less like Coach Ben and more like a ghost of him. “I set it for animals,” he says after a moment. “Food. I didn’t think…” He cuts himself off.

You stand shakily, still a few feet below him. “I’m okay,” you add quickly, “just bruised. I think.” Ben’s lips press into a thin line. For a long moment, he just watches you. Then he disappears from view.

Your heart sinks.

But a minute later, you hear the scrape of rope against bark. He lowers it down carefully. You grab on, shaky but determined. With effort and the help of the rope, you scramble up the side, every muscle screaming. Once you’re out, you collapse on the forest floor, breathing hard. He stands a few feet away, watching.

After a beat, you look up at him, blinking in the morning light. You sit up, rubbing your shoulder. “The cabin... Did you…?”

Ben looks down, then away. “No.”

You stare at him, reading his body language. “You swear?” He nods once. “I didn’t. I…I was gone before it happened.” You want to believe him. You need to believe him. After everything, after Javi, after the desperation that’s taken over the others. “Why didn’t you come back?” you ask, quieter.

Ben doesn’t answer right away.

“You scare me,” he finally says. “The girls. What you've all become. I saw what you did to Jackie...Javi…” His voice trails off. He looks haunted. You wrap your arms around yourself.

“I scare myself sometimes too,” you admit. “It’s like… survival turns you into something else.” You both sit in silence. Then you look at him again, more firmly. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”

Ben shakes his head immediately. “No. Never.” Then he steps forward, reaching into the side pouch of his pack. When he pulls out a length of rope, your blood runs cold. “Ben?” you ask slowly, standing, backing up a step. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly. “But I can’t risk you going back.” You stare at him, stunned. “I wouldn’t tell them.”

“You might not. But you could. And if they find me, they’ll kill me.” His voice is tight. Honest. He means it. Your voice cracks. “Ben, come on. You were our coach.”

He shakes his head. “That doesn’t mean anything anymore.” He takes another step forward. “I’ll untie you when we get there. I just… I can’t risk it. Not until I know you’re not like them.”

You hesitate. You could run. But you're exhausted, bruised, barely able to walk right. And he’s desperate. If you fight, he might really hurt you, or leave you behind. You hold out your wrists, trembling. His eyes flicker with something, regret, maybe, but he ties them gently. Not tight enough to hurt. Just enough to control. Enough to take you somewhere secret.

The two of you move slowly through the woods. You stumble once, and he catches your elbow, steadying you, then pulling back like your skin burned him. It takes a long time. Finally, you reach a narrow rock face hidden beneath thick pine. He checks behind him, then pulls back the branches, revealing the narrow entrance to a cave.

The air shifts. Cold and still. Ben helps you duck inside.

It’s small, barely wide enough to stand. There's a corner where he's made a sort of sleeping area, blankets, torn pages, strange markings on the walls. You see pieces of the life he’s built here, all alone.

He moves to the back of the cave, then turns. Wordlessly, he kneels and unties your wrists. You wince as the blood rushes back. “I’m sorry,” he says, quietly. “I just…”

“You don’t trust me,” you finish, rubbing your wrists. He doesn’t respond. You settle slowly onto the ground, back against the cave wall. 

---

The fire had long since burned down to ash. Most of the others were still curled under blankets when Travis sat up in his hut, rubbing his eyes.

His arm reached across to touch you instinctively. But you weren’t there. He sat up straighter, blinking. He called your name softly. No answer.

At first he didn’t panic. Maybe you were already up, tending your little garden, or helping Van with something dumb. But as he stepped out into the cold morning air, barefoot and still blinking sleep from his eyes, something felt off.

You were nowhere. His pulse started to rise. His chest grew tight.

He walked briskly toward the main clearing. The girls were gathered around the firepit, Van, Lottie, Akilah. Shauna was sharpening a knife. 

“Have any of you seen her?” Travis asked, voice sharp. They looked up. “Y/N?” Van asked.

“Yeah.”

“I thought she came back last night.”

“She didn’t,” Travis snapped. “She’s not in the hut. She’s gone.” Natalie stood. “She followed Mari after the fight. We all saw her.”

“What?” he barked. “She what?”

“She went after her,” Lottie added quietly. “Into the woods. After Shauna… after all that.” Travis looked between them, horrified. “And none of you thought to check that she made it back?”

There was silence. “I-” Van started. “I thought she came back right after. We all went to bed.”

“You all thought someone else would check,” he spat. “You watched her go after Mari into the dark and didn’t even wait for her to come back.”

“We didn’t know she was still gone,” Akilah offered. “Well, she is!” Travis exploded, his voice suddenly breaking with emotion. “And I didn’t know either, because I was asleep!”

They fell quiet again. It was Mari who finally spoke, walking up behind them with messy hair and arms crossed. “What the hell are you all yelling about?”

Travis turned to her like he was about to break. “She followed you into the woods last night.” Mari blinked. “What?”

“Y/N. She followed you.”

“I-” Mari faltered, suddenly pale. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. I didn’t see her.”

“She went after you and never came back!” His voice cracked as he stepped toward her, eyes rimmed red. “You didn’t even turn around once?”

“I didn’t know!” Mari snapped, defensive. Travis shook his head, taking a step away from everyone. He ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it slightly, his breathing fast and uneven.

“I should’ve stayed awake,” he whispered. “I should’ve known.”

“Travis-” Natalie started, stepping forward. He turned and started running- toward the woods, toward the last place you were seen. Toward anything that might tell him you were still alive.

And behind him, no one moved.

Because they all knew:

If he didn’t find you…

He might not come back either.

---

The trees blurred past him, branches whipping at his arms and face. Travis didn’t care. He called your name again, voice already cracked and dry. Nothing answered but wind.

It had been hours.

He’d doubled back three times, checked the creek, the clearing near the ridge, the trail Mari swore she’d walked. Nothing.

His chest ached. His limbs were heavy. His mind kept flashing with images he didn’t want- of you curled in the snow, of your soft hands cold and still, of the forest swallowing you whole like it did Javi.

He stopped, panting, clutching a tree as his knees finally gave out. And then it all hit him at once. The panic. The guilt. The hollow ache that had started the moment Javi died and never really left.

But this- this was worse.

Because you were his. His person. The only thing keeping him from falling into whatever darkness had taken everyone else. You were the thing that made the endless days in the wilderness mean something.

And now?

He let out a broken sound as he collapsed against the tree, hitting it once with his fist, then again, until his knuckles split.

"I should’ve stayed awake," he whispered, “I should’ve noticed.” He didn’t try to wipe the tears from his face as they came. Didn’t try to stop the way his body shook from exhaustion and fear. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, until the woods felt like they were pressing in on all sides.

“I can’t do this without you,” he whispered, the words breaking like glass on his tongue. “Not again. Not after Javi. Please, please…just…”

Something caught the light near his feet. He blinked through tears, heart stuttering in his chest. In the mud, half-buried near a mess of broken twigs, was a small glint of metal. He reached down with trembling hands, brushing away dirt and pine needles.

Your necklace.

The little silver charm you'd worn every day. The chain was snapped, like it had caught on something, but it was yours.

He stared at it, not breathing. Then his fingers closed around it, tight.

It wasn’t much.

But it was enough.

He stood, eyes scanning the treeline with new urgency. He slipped the necklace into his pocket and whispered, “I’m going to find you.”

---

The cave was cold the next night, warmer than the pitt was at least. The air is thick with the scent of earth and moss. Ben and you didn’t speak much, both of you too lost in your thoughts, processing what had happened. The fire crackled in the corner, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. The silence between you felt heavy, suffocating even.

You lay there on the ground, the thin blanket doing little to shield you from the chill in the air, eyes wide open. Every so often, you’d glance over at Ben, who was seated against the cave wall, staring into the fire. His posture was tense, rigid, like he was waiting for something, but you couldn’t tell what. It had been a long night, and neither of you had any real desire to break the silence, but eventually, it couldn’t stay that way forever.

Finally, you let out a soft sigh, shifting to face him. "Not the most welcoming sleepover"

Ben didn’t respond immediately, but you could tell by the way his smirk sparked that he had heard you. He shifted slightly, glancing at you for a moment before looking back at the fire.

“I guess not,” he muttered, his voice distant. “I’ve been too busy trying to keep myself from falling apart. Forgot about my guest”

You chuckled. You didn’t blame him for being distant. You knew why he’d run away, he was terrified. Terrified of the things that had happened. Terrified of what you all had done. But what hurt more than his silence was the realization that you were both broken in your own ways now. Just trying to survive.

Ben shifted uncomfortably, his eyes finally meeting yours. There was a mixture of shame and guilt there, something he clearly hadn’t shared with anyone else.

“I couldn’t handle it anymore,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “The blood... the violence... I couldn't stay. I ran because I thought if I stayed, I’d become like that. Like what... what you all turned into. Or that i'd be next”

You swallowed hard, feeling the sting of those words. You knew what he meant. You had seen it too. The darkness. The way survival had twisted all of you into something unrecognizable. But you didn’t defend it. You didn’t excuse it.

“I hate that I did it,” you whispered, your voice thick with regret. “I hate that I became one of them. But in the moment, it felt like I had no choice. I... I forgot who I was.”

Ben didn’t respond right away, and the silence between you both felt heavier than it had all night. He wasn’t judging you, not anymore. He was just... listening. Understanding, maybe.

“Did we ever... really know each other?” Ben asked, his voice laced with a bitterness you hadn’t expected. “Before all of this?”

You nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. "We did. I think we did. You were my coach. We were close. And I loved it. You taught me things no one else could. You believed in me when no one else did. And... maybe that’s why I believe you didn't start the fire. Because part of me hopes you are still that guy who came to my birthday party when we invited you as a joke, didn't actually think you'd come ."

Ben’s eyes softened slightly at your words. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the way his expression softened as memories flooded back, memories of a time when the world hadn’t fallen apart yet, when you were just people in a much simpler life. It felt like ages ago, like it belonged to someone else.

“I can’t stay here. I need to go back to Travis. He needs me.”

Ben’s eyes darkened slightly, and for the briefest of moments, you saw something flicker there, hesitation. He clenched his jaw before he spoke again.

“I won’t stop you,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and understanding. “But you need to promise me something.”

You met his gaze, feeling a knot form in your stomach. “What?”

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about me. About where I am.” Ben said, his voice soft but firm. “I can’t risk the others finding me. They'll kill me.”

“I promise,” you whispered, your voice tight with emotion. “I won’t tell anyone. but I won’t forget what you did for me.”

Ben’s expression softened just a little, though his eyes still carried a hint of sadness. “I’m not a hero,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “I’m just trying to survive.”

You nodded, the lump in your throat growing. There was so much you both still hadn’t said. So much you didn’t know how to express. But for now, this was enough. You were leaving. You were going back to the person you loved, back to the life you knew before all of this chaos. And Ben... Ben would have to survive on his own, in his own way.

“You should go,” Ben said after a long pause, his voice quiet but steady.You didn’t say anything more. You stood up slowly, and made your way toward the exit of the cave. You hesitated for just a second, turning back to look at Ben one last time.

He wasn’t looking at you now. His gaze was distant again, his thoughts somewhere far away, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly ready to face the world again. But there was no time for that now.

“Goodbye, Ben,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of everything you hadn’t said.

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You were lost in every sense of the word. Physically, mentally, emotionally. You had no idea how long you’d been wandering. The trees loomed like silent sentinels around you, and the only sound that kept you grounded was the steady rhythm of your breath, until, suddenly, you heard it.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you?!”

Your heart leaped in your chest at the sound of Travis's frantic voice echoing through the woods. You wanted to scream his name, but no sound came out. Instead, you pushed yourself forward, your legs shaky but fueled by the desperation to find him. “Travis! I’m here!” you finally managed to cry out, your voice raw and weak from the cold.

You stumbled forward, eyes scanning the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And then, through the fog of your exhaustion, you saw him. He was running through the woods, his face pale with fear, his eyes wild, darting around like a person searching for someone he thought he might have already lost.

"Y/N!" he shouted again, and the panic in his voice almost broke you. Your legs finally gave out, and you collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down your face. But then, in a blur of movement, he was there, running to you, his hands outstretched.

His arms wrapped around you like you were the last thing he could hold on to. And then, finally, you let yourself crumble, the sobs wracking through your body as his warmth enveloped you.

“You’re here, you’re alive,” Travis gasped, his voice shaky with relief as he lifted you in his arms, holding you as if he was afraid you might slip through his fingers at any moment. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and his hands gripped you so tightly you could feel the desperation in every movement.

“I’m here,” you whispered through your tears. “I’m here, Travis.”

“You don’t know how scared I was,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he pressed his face into your hair. “I thought I lost you. I thought... I thought I couldn’t live with myself if I lost you too.”

You could feel his tears against your skin, his body trembling as he tried to keep himself together. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could. You didn’t have the words to ease his pain, you didn’t even know how to begin..

You pulled back slightly, your hands still gripping him as you looked up into his face. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his lips trembling as if he was holding back more emotion. And then, before you could say anything, he kissed you, not gently, but desperately, like he was trying to make sure you were real, that you weren’t going to disappear again. You kissed him back, your own emotions spilling out in that moment, and you never wanted it to stop.

But then, when the kiss broke, he pulled back slightly, holding your face in his hands, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was ragged, still trying to steady itself.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Travis whispered, his voice hoarse, cracking with emotion. “I thought I couldn’t... I couldn’t go on if I lost you too.”

“I’m here,” you said softly, your hand brushing the tears from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Travis.”

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, clutching his shirt. Travis didn’t speak at first, but his arms tightened around you, and you felt his breath shaking against your skin. His emotions were raw, unfiltered. It hurt you to see him like this, and even more so to know you couldn’t tell him everything.

“I don’t need you to explain everything,” he finally whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. “I just need you to be here. With me. Alive.”

You nodded, unable to say anything else. “I love you, Travis,” you said, your voice breaking.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, his voice soft, but there was an intensity to it. "Don’t ever scare me like that again."

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice shaking. “I won’t.”

[recklesssturniolo]

Hotel - M.S

Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)

Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.

“You’re fucking kidding right? There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him” I yell, glaring at Matt.

“Listen I know it isn’t ideal but it’s just how we’re gonna have to do it. It’s one night you’ll both be fine” Nick sighs.

“About to be the worst night of my life” Matt grumbles.

“Jesus Christ I can’t listen to you two any longer, let’s just all go to our rooms and we’ll leave early tomorrow morning” Chris says.

Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.

“I’m going to change” I announce.

“Good for you” Matt mumbles.

I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Matt’s eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.

Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.

“Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side” I say.

“Trust me I will, I don’t want to be any closer to you than I need to” He shoots back.

Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.

Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Matt’s hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?

“You wouldn’t stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved over” He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.

“Alright, no need for the fucking attitude” I reply.

“Maybe if you weren’t basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldn’t have to give attitude” He snaps back.

My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.

“Sounds like a you issue” I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.

“Keep it up and you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath me” He replies.

All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.

“What no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?” He asks.

“Fuck off and let me go back to sleep” I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.

Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Matt’s hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.

“If you’re trying to pretend you aren’t turned on, you’re doing a shit job” He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.

Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.

“Matt” I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.

“Hm?” He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, “Spit it out, you’re already soaked”

“Please” I whine.

“Please what?” He asks.

“Fuck sakes Matt. Touch me please” I grumble.

“There you go, wasn’t so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?” He replies.

His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.

“I - Matt” I whimper.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want” He says.

“Stop teasing” I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.

“Mm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whore” He replies.

“Please I need it” I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.

“Always knew you were a little whore” He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.

“Oh my god” I moan.

He says something that I couldn’t hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.

“I - what? What are you doing? Why did you stop” I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.

“God you need to learn how to fucking listen” He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, “I said you’re gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be”

“Fuck - yes okay” I reply.

I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.

“Get your shirt off” He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.

“Let me” I beg.

“Let you what?” He responds.

“Ride you, please I need you” I whine.

My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.

“You think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off instead” He says.

Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, “Matt fuck come on”

He smirks before replying, “So needy, get on”

Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He says.

My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as he’s fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.

“Fuck me you really are a whore” He groans, “So fucking tight”

“Feels - feels so good” I whimper.

My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.

“Matt fuck I’m going to come” I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.

“Not yet you’re not” He says.

“What?” I reply.

“You’re gonna wait till I do” He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.

“I can’t hold it” I whimper.

“You can and you will” He says.

A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m coming don’t even think about stopping” Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.

“Please” I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.

“Such a whore, needing to come so badly” He groans, “Come for me”

Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.

“That was -“ I begin.

“So good” He finishes my sentence for me, “I’ve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me”

“Jesus Christ you couldn’t just not be cocky for 5 minutes?” I mumble.

“Nope, it’s in my nature” He shrugs.

“Fuck you’re so annoying” I say.

“You didn’t seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to come” He smirked.

“Yeah well you are now” I reply.

“Whatever you say, just wait, I’ll have you begging again soon”

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[purplestanleypinkblanket]

First Kiss With Logan:

Pairings: (DP3 Vers.) Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: After a shitty date, you seek comfort from Wade who threw you a ‘Cherry Popped’ party. It ends up making you feel worse, which leads you into the arms of a man who’s grown fond of you. Logan.

Warnings: Kissing, talking about bad date, cursing, brief mentions of drinking, innuendos to "cherry popping", use of the word virgin. Self-deprecating talk in some areas, from both reader and Logan.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2,388

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You hated that you found yourself, seated across from a man who, frankly, hadn't asked you a single question about yourself all night. You also hated how much this man yapped. God, all he did was talk and talk without even the slightest breath. And you hated that you continued to stay seated. Perhaps you were too kind, or maybe you thought you had no right to leave. After all, the man was buying you dinner. It was hard to shake that kind of guilt. You knew you owed him nothing, that it's okay to leave a shitty date- but a part of you wondered if this was all you had going for you. A shitty date, with a shitty man on a shitty afternoon.

As you spaced out your thoughts drifted back to Logan, you wondered if dates with him were like this. What if they weren't? What if he was kind? Well, slightly kinder than normal. He didn't strike you as the pull-your-chair-out-for-you kinda guy, but you had a feeling he would ask you questions instead of yapping your ear off. Maybe he would ask about your day at work, or what you like to do in your free time. Possibly he'd like to hear funny stories about your family. No, that felt too intimate for a first date. Maybe on a third date you'd share those stories with him.

God, what are you even on about right now? You're on a date with a man buying you dinner and you're thinking about Logan! As your eyes looked over the man, you finally tuned back into what he was saying.

"My ex was fucking crazy! That bitch-"

Aaanndd, you lost interest immediately. The more this dude spoke, the more of a dick he sounded. You couldn't help but feel thankful when the date ended. However, the chime of your phone caught your attention during the walk back to your apartment.

'Hey, sugar tits.' Wade's text read. 'Come over, we're celebrating you getting your cherry popped!' That dick knew you weren't a virgin, he just wanted a damn reason to celebrate. What better way to celebrate then partying over your friend not getting laid? It was a cruel joke you really weren't in the mood for but the image of Logan blowing up balloons with Blind Al, a smile just barely tugging at his usually grumpy face...it was hard to say no too. And Wade knew that- its why he sent you the picture after all.

"Fucking dick." You murmured to yourself as you wrapped your cardigan around you tighter, pushing the front door to Wade's apartment open as you did so. The sight was ridiculous, balloons, streamers, wall decor, banners that read 'Pop That Cherry!' draped off the ceiling. You took a mental note to punch Wade in his smart-ass lip later. But, for now, it was nice being in the comfort of your friends. Yes, even the snarky teenager Negasonic and her girlfriend. You were a teenage girl once, but it still didn't stop you getting annoyed when she nitpicked your outfits. It isn't your fault baggy sweaters and legging were literally a godsent.

You trudged your way through the crowded apartment, hand adjusting your white sweater to cover the tank top under it a little better. As you approached Logan and Wade, you grew more aware of the length of your skirt. Was it too long? Too short? Would Logan think it looked good? God, why did you even care what Logan Howlett, labeled the worst wolverine, thought of you? You didn't think he was the worst wolverine. You'd never say it, of course not, because then he'd know you actually liked being around him! Perhaps it was selfish of you to keep yourself so guarded around him, but you couldn't shake the fear of letting down your walls and risking getting hurt. It was scary. Losing that much control. And over what, a feeling?

A hand extending towards you caught your attention, it was Logan, offering you a drink.

"Thank you." You spoke to him, voice quiet compared to the blaring pop music Wade was playing. He grunted in response, but you swear you heard a 'you're welcome.' You brought it to your lips, casually slow sipping the alcohol over the course of the night. It was fun to dance with Vanessa as Wade and Peter tried to convince Logan to join the group. You couldn't help the laugh on your lips when Wade made a snarky comment about Logan's panties being in a twist, earning a threatening unsheathing of claws from logan. You never fully understood the shame Logan felt, even though you tried incredibly hard to. To you, he was amazing, he was strong, he was...well, to say you only admired him would be a lie.

You wished you could show Logan the way you saw him, the way the world saw him. Sure, he was hot, unnecessarily hot, with large biceps and shoulders that went for days. But he was more than that. He was a grump who pushed people away out of fear of hurting them. And to prevent himself from getting hurt. It was ironic, really. Perhaps you and him were more alike than you thought. After a while in the overstimulating party, you slipped away, moving to stand on the balcony. You hadn't been there long, probably thirty minutes? It was nice, listening to your friend's party as you took a break to look at the city.

"Thought I'd find you here." Logan's rough voice spoke as he walked out onto the balcony, shutting the door behind him.

You hummed in response, flashing him a smile as you looked away. Logan could feel his heart skip a beat at your smile- it was always nice when you graced him with it. He'd give anything to see you smile. Hell, he wished he could make you smile and laugh the way Wade and Vanessa did. They matched your morbid sarcastic humor easily. Something he struggled to do. He approached you, leaning onto the railing beside you.

"Congrats on the...uh..."

"I'm not a virgin."

"Oh..."

The silence was awkward between you. You had to purse your lips to prevent you from bursting out in a laugh. You found it hilarious how just one statement suddenly made him go quiet.

"Wade had-" You spoke, trying to stifle your laugh with your hand. "Wade thought it would be funny to throw a 'cherry popped' party because it's been forever since my last date." You revealed, not able to contain your laugh any longer. "It's actually kinda sweet. In a weird way, ya know, Wades weird way." The corners of Logan's mouth lifted slightly at the sound of your laugh. It had always been his favorite sound after meeting you.

"Guess so." Logan contributed to the conversation, bringing the glass beer bottle to his lips. You looked at logan watching as he looked over the city, your eyes analyzing him. His jaw, his hair, the crow's feet by his eyes from his constant state of scowling. Maybe it was the liquid courage you had drank. Or you finally just decided to give Logan a sense of affection. You loved to shower your friends with affection, often times holding Wade as you two watched tv, or Vanessa sitting on your lap as you gossiped. Logan had seen it plenty of times. God, sometimes you even gave Peter affection. Each time he felt a twinge of jealousy, he wanted to be the object of your affectionate touches. Or the way you murmured praise directed at them after a task- he wanted that.

Your hand reached up, gently soothing out some strands of his beard that were in disarray. Logan tensed under your touch, and you immediately pulled away, guilt and embarrassment swarming you.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You adamantly apologized, face heating up.

"Don't worry about it." Logan roughly said, silently regretting the way you withdrew so quickly. He watched as you tried to subtly put some distance between the two of you- the sting of rejection clear as day on your face. He hadn't meant to reject you; you were reading too much into it. His mind sidetracked as he looked away, maybe he was the one reading too much into it? "How was your date?" He settled on asking, bringing the beer to his lips.

"Shitty." You sighed, frowning.

Logan nodded, waiting for you to continue. Silence falls between you two and he flashed you an expectant glance. You hadn't realized he wanted you to keep talking until he looked at you.

"Oh, uh, there isn't really much to say." You shrugged, looking away. "He didn't ask any questions, just talked about himself the whole time. Was super annoying too." Logan couldn't help the satisfaction that welled in his chest upon hearing your defeated words. It sucked for you, of course it did. But Logan was so glad the date was bad- that way no one could come in, sweep you off your feet, and away from him. He hadn't made a move on you, and he couldn't decide if he ever would. He didn't want to risk hurting you like he had done the others he cared for.

However, the glance of tiredness in your expression when you had looked at him momentarily...he hated it. He hated himself for being so happy your date was bad, and he hated that he wasn't the one you wanted to sweep you off your feet.

"Like...it isn't hard to make a girl feel special. To make her feel like a princess." You laughed with a shake of your head. "I dunno, maybe I'm just expecting too much?" You looked at Logan as you asked, a need for reassurance present.

Logan stared at you; brows furrowed as he analyzed you. The scowl on his features prominent. Believing you had said too much, or you annoyed him with your ramblings, an apology escaped your lips.

"Fuck, sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Princess." Logan's comment snapped you from your rushed apology. "Relax." He had taken that brave step closer to you, facing you fully as his side and arm holding the beer leaned against the balcony railing. He was glad you were comfortable enough to unload that on him and he was determined to keep it that way. "I don't mind." You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly pursed as your mind ran. That was another thing he liked about you. It was so easy to tell if you were thinking. Your eyebrows always furrowed, your lips pursed into a line, and your eyes always spoke a thousand words.

Despite his better judgement, his hand rose, gently flattening the skin between your eyebrows. The gesture was small, yet it held so much intimacy. You had always been picky about who could touch you. You loved to shower your friends with affection, but rarely ever let anyone reciprocate it back. Logan wondered why that was. What had affected you so much that you refused to let anyone even shake your hand. Here he was, though, thumb moving from the area between your eyebrows to his hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes were wide, your throat dry. You had never expected this from him. This gentleness, the way he had observed your furrowed brows...you leaned your face into his hand, unable to help the way you melted into it. It was a chilly night, and, God, was he warm.

Logan closed the distance between the two of you, now standing directly in front of you. His thumb caressing your cheek. As he stared into your eyes, his gaze couldn't help but flicker down to your lips, a red faded stain on them from the lipstick you had worn to your date. They looked so soft, so enticing. And he couldn't help but wonder if that peppermint chapstick you wore 24/7 worked. He had never been one for chapstick, but you seemed obsessed with it. Logan's thumb slipped from where it rubbed your cheek to your bottom lip, slowly tracing it. You subconsciously licked your lips as he traced them, your chest tight. Why was it suddenly so difficult to breathe? Your throat was beyond dry, your face paled under his gaze yet somehow it felt like your blush deepened. The way his eyes analyzed your lip, your eyes, your nose, that mark you had since you were a child...It was like he was memorizing you.

You wanted to say something, anything. Preferably something sarcastic and witty. No words came to your lips regardless of the fact that your mind was working overdrive. Time slowed as his thumb gently pulled your lip down, encouraging your mouth to part as his hand cupped your chin now, guiding you closer to him. He leaned down, face inches from yours. He paused there, however, waiting for your permission because he knew that you needed that variation of control to feel safe. He wanted to make you feel safe, he wanted you to know you were safe. That he had you. You brushed your lips against his, slightly closing that gap between you two. He took that as permission as he pressed his lips to yours fully. It was gentle at first, as if he was scared that at any moment you'd disappear. Or worse, break.

Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him close as you held onto him. His hands finally rested around your waist, the kiss growing stronger as he deepened it. People claim that you would feel fireworks during a kiss, but that wasn't the case at all. You felt electricity against your skin that was against him, but the most powerful feeling was how right it felt. Like you were meant to be there, in his arms, kissing him, holding him. He had broken the kiss, opening his eyes to stare at you.

Logan wondered if he'd ever be able to let another person get close to him. He was certain Wade would've been the only one- a victim of the circumstance's kind of thing. But he sure as hell was glad that today he was the one who held you attention as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

[lucydixon]

Neighbours

Summary: You and Euronymous had been butting heads ever since he’d started renting the shop below your apartment. The two of you get into a pissing contest that ends in some very rough hate sex.

Warning: NSFW Unprotected P in V, Rough fucking, Hate Fucking, Orgasm denial, Degradation, Facefucking.

*This one is a little long. I got lost in the sauce and I'm not sorry*

You’d been living in your little apartment since you’d left home at eighteen and considered the space sacred. It was your happy place, and you cherished it deeply. 

The storefront below you had been an apothecary when you’d moved in five years ago. It had been part of the appeal of living on that particular street corner in Oslo. The smell of the herbs and tinctures had brought you comfort in a time when you needed it. 

It hadn’t lasted very long. A couple of years at the most before the little old man who owned it packed everything up and moved the store to the other side of town, where he’d get more foot traffic. You’d liked the shop owner. He used to sit out on the curb with you in the mornings while you smoked your first cigarette of the day. It was usually right before he opened, so he’d light his own and tell you stories about his youth while the two of you smoked in the cool morning breeze. 

After he’d moved out, there was a two-year period where a multitude of clothing stores came and went, all run by bigger companies whose employees weren’t nearly as friendly as the little old man had been. They had been good neighbours, at the very least. 

Then, the store had sat empty for nearly a year before a raven-haired metalhead, who went by the name “Euronymous”, turned it into a record shop. 

You’d gone in and introduced yourself, just as you had with every other tenant who had rented the space, but hadn’t expected the immediate narrow-eyed look of suspicion and judgment on his face. The first thing that came out of his mouth was some variation of ‘this doesn’t look like your scene, why are you in here?’ in a snarky, unwelcoming tone. 

The younger-looking brown-haired boy behind the counter had snickered, shaking his head in amusement as he disappeared from view behind the counter. 

“I live upstairs.” You’d frowned, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “Just wanted to say hi, but if that’s how you talk to everyone who walks in here, you’re gonna be out of business in the next few months, so I no longer see the point.”

You turned on your heel and walked out the door before he could open his mouth with a retort, stomping up the stairs on the side of the building. 

The second you sat down on your couch with a huff, music started blaring from below. 

It was so loud that it must’ve been deafening in the store. 

He’d done it on purpose, just to irritate you. You were sure of it.

You held a pillow over your face and screamed into it out of frustration.  

The following morning, you sat on the curb, same as you always did, and jumped out of your skin when Euronymous stepped out of the shop in nothing but a pair of briefs. You were pretty sure he hadn’t seen you considering he immediately pissed on the sidewalk, luckily a good ten feet away from your spot and facing the opposite direction, while you stared in shock. 

“What the fuck?” You muttered loud enough for him to hear. 

He whipped around and looked down at you, looking equally shocked. 

You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down his toned chest and stomach before darting back up to his eyes. 

“Did you just watch me piss?” He had this little smirk on his face that annoyed the shit out of you immediately. “See anything you like, sweetheart?” 

“Are you living in the fucking store?” You asked, pulling yourself to your feet. 

“Maybe.” He shrugged nonchalantly, still smirking. “You got a problem with that?” 

“It’s really none of my business what you do with your store.” You crossed your arms over your chest, taking a drag from your dwindling smoke “It’d be nice if you didn’t piss on the sidewalk though, I sit out here sometimes.” 

“Maybe you just shouldn’t sit out here, then,” Euronymous told you, squinting. “It’s in front of my store. You start sitting out here, people are gonna think I’ve got posers hanging around. It's bad for business.” 

“I’ve sat out here every day for five years.” You argued, frowning, “I live here.” 

“Well, so do I.” He retorted. “Maybe I wanna piss on the whole sidewalk.” 

You felt anger flare deep in your belly and had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from cussing him out and making things even more tense. 

You nodded tightly and brushed past him on your way back to the stairs, careful to avoid the puddle of fresh piss he’d left. 

Initially, the music only blared during the store hours. That you could live with. 

You were at work for most of the day anyway, and once you’d gotten used to it, you could drown it out for the most part. 

But then, it started stretching into the night. 

You’d given up your spot on the sidewalk that same day you and Euronymous had exchanged words, in favor of the windowsill just above the shop door. You’d done it to avoid conflict, and here he went blasting music until eleven o’clock?

The next time you saw him outside, you called down to him from the window. 

“Hey, fuckhead!” You probably shouldn’t have started the interaction like that, but you were so beyond annoyed. 

He looked up at you with a furrowed brow that relaxed into a scowl once he saw who was yelling at him. 

“Can you chill with the fucking music at night?” you asked, looking irate “It’s driving me fucking crazy.” 

“Then move.” He shrugged, shooting you that infuriating little smirk before ducking back inside. 

That night, he left the music on for an extra hour. 

Then two the following night. 

After a week, it was stretching into the early hours of the morning, and you were nearing your boiling point. 

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and brought it out to the window with you, sipping at the quickly cooling liquid in the frigid morning air. 

You heard the bell downstairs chime and watched Euronymous step out onto the sidewalk. 

As if your brain was moving on autopilot, you dipped your finger into the cup, made sure that it wasn’t too hot, and poured your entire cup of coffee out the window and directly over his head. 

“What the fuck!” He shouted, immediately jumping into the street, wiping the lukewarm coffee from his eyes so he could look up at you. 

“Did you just pour coffee on me?” He jabbed a finger in your direction angrily. “You fucking bitch!” 

You could see his nostrils flaring even from all the way upstairs. 

“Oops.” You shrugged, maintaining his stare with a straight face. “Must be the lack of sleep getting to me.” 

“You’re about to get a whole lot less of it,” He yelled, rushing back into the store. 

This time, the music didn’t stop. 

Twenty-four hours a day, Euronymous blasted music without turning it down a single notch. 

The only good thing that came out of it was knowing that he couldn’t possibly be sleeping either and he’d stopped pissing outside since the coffee shower you’d given him. 

You made it four days before the exhaustion turned into rage that burned so hot that it sent you flying down the stairs and into the shop at three in the morning. 

You were too angry to question the door being unlocked when you slammed it open. He was standing behind the counter, looking as tired as you felt, blinking at you while you seethed just inside the shop. 

Your eyes landed on the record player across the room, and you beelined for it, yanking the cord from the wall socket as soon as you spotted it, halting the music abruptly. You sighed in relief.

Before you could even turn around or enjoy the quiet for a minute, you felt strong hands wrap around your wrists and slam them against the wall above your head, pinning you in place, inches away from Euronymous’ face, red with anger. 

“Do you know how expensive that fucking sound system is?” He growled, eyes boring down into yours, full of hatred “I swear to fuck if you damaged it. I’m gonna kill you.” 

“At this point,” You scoffed, squirming in his grip “I’d fucking let you, I’m so fucking tired that I don’t even care!” 

His hands tightened around your wrists. 

“You are the most insufferable, unreasonable, irritating fucking asshole I’ve ever met in my life!” You ranted angrily “I can’t fucking stand you!” 

“You think you’re so easy to be around?” He snarled, so close to you that you could feel his warm breath fanning over your face. “Pouring coffee on me and yammering about your poor sidewalk?” 

“Those were both isolated incidents caused by you a dick.” You pointed out, unable to deny that in your sleep-deprived state, you were finding this increasingly hot. 

“Maybe because my bitch neighbour is always up my ass about everything,” Euronymous muttered, a lot softer, but just as annoyed. His eyes darted down to your lips before licking his own. 

You really weren't sure who moved first, but your lips collided brutally in a hungry, desperate kiss. It was all tongue and teeth in between heavy breathing, seemingly deafening as the music had been in the quiet, empty store. 

He let go of your hands and started clawing at your clothes while you did the same, allowing him to shove the straps of your tank top down your arms roughly, freeing your tits from the confines of the soft fabric while you worked his belt. Before you could get it all the way undone, he manhandled your breasts so roughly that it hurt, and you yelped, letting go of the studded black leather. 

“Ow, fuck you!” You muttered into his mouth, still kissing him. 

“Shut up.” He growled, shoving his hand down the front of your pyjama shorts while your tanktop remained bunched up just under your tits. 

With no warning, he shoved a finger deep inside of you, chuckling darkly to himself. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Euronymous grabbed a hold of your hair wth his free hand “You’re dripping wet, you little slut.” 

You winced, knowing damn well that he was right. There was no hiding it. 

The wince turned into a gasp when he roughly added another finger. 

He couldn’t help the groan that fell from his hips when he felt you stretch to accommodate the extra girth. The thought of feeling that warm, tight wetness around his cock was overwhelming. 

“Sounds like I’m not the only one,” you smirked, reaching out to palm him through his jeans. “We are not making this a thing.” 

His fingers withdrew halfway before slamming into you roughly, drawing a low whine.  

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart.” He muttered into your each just before slipping his fingers out of you suddenly and shoving them into your mouth. “You’re hot, but you’re not that hot. I still can’t stand you.” 

You’re cunt clenched around nothing and you whimpered around his fingers, tasting yourself while he undid his pants the rest of the way hastily. 

Euronymous picked you up by the waist without warning, and all but threw you onto the counter, dropping his pants around his ankles as he pulled you flush against him abruptly. 

The counter was the perfect height for him to line himself up with your entrance once he’d pulled our shorts to the side.

Despite having tossed you around up until this point, he paused before pressing forward, almost as if he was asking for permission through his annoyance. 

Instead of nodding, you grabbed hold of his hair and slammed your lips into his. 

The abrupt slam into you knocked the breath out of you. He had a tight grip on your hips and was using it as leverage to make sure that he could get as deep as possible. Without allowing you a minute to adjust, he withdrew fully and sank back in to the hilt, just as quickly.

You hissed, yanking on his hair as you dug your teeth into his shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He taunted between thrusts, “Does that hurt?” 

You nodded, but matched each slam into you with the roll of your hips, whimpering and whining the whole time shamelessly. You could hate his guts and admit to yourself that he was fucking you senseless at the same time. 

Just as he could feel you starting to relax, Euronymous pulled you off the counter and pulled you down hard, burying himself as far into you as he could possibly get. 

You whined when he flipped you over and bent you over the counter, sinking into you from behind. 

You felt the harsh sting of his hand on your ass and hissed, trying to turn your head over your shoulder to glare at him, but he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled hard, forcing your back to arch so he could sink in deeper. 

“Not so tough now, are you?” He panted, spanking you again, hard. “Look at you, you’re just a whimpering, desperate mess, aren’t you? Huh? You little slut?” 

“Fuck you.” you managed to choke out, but it came breathy and needy. 

“No,” He chuckled, pulling you back so far that your back was flush with his chest. “Fuck you.” 

His hand wrapped around your throat, not hard enough to cut off the airflow, but enough that it made your heart rate pick up. 

You could feel yourself starting to teeter on the edge of release, and you tried to grind yourself against him even further. 

“I bet you wanna cum, don’t you?” Euronymous muttered into the side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh just above his hand. “I think you’re close, too. I can feel it. Your tight little pussy fluttering around my cock.” 

You tried to nod, but found that you couldn’t. 

The hand around your throat loosened, then disappeared completely, followed by another harsh slap on the ass. 

You were seconds away now, desperate for it. 

But then he pulled out of you all at once and flipped you over, yanking your legs open while you cried out in frustration. 

“Oh, you fucking asshole!” You screamed, trying to clamp your legs together. 

You felt the burn of his fingers making contact with your bare, sensitive, desperate cunt and a wet slapping noise filled the air along with your cries as he slapped you. 

He pulled you down from the counter, onto your knees, and rammed himself into your throat, groaning loudly when he felt your throat spasming around him. He grabbed fistfulls of your hair and fucked your face roughly while you let yourself get used to get him off in hopes that he’d offer you some kind of relief at the end of it. 

“This is what you get for pouring coffee on me you fucking bitch.” He panted in between thrusts, looking down at your watery eyes and the mascara trails that your tears left on your cheeks. 

He was slamming into the back of your throat, hard enough to leave a bruise, while you choked and gagged around his glistening cock. His pace quickened once he felt his balls tightening. 

“That’s it,” He lodged himself far enough in your throat that he’d completely blocked off your air supply as he spilled ropes of hot cum down your throat, groaning “Take my load you fucking whore.” 

When he was done, he pulled himself out of your throat and leaned back against the counter, spent, while you coughed and sputtered on the floor, trying to catch your breath. 

Euronymous looked down at your tear-streaked cheeks and the desperate, needy look in those big doe eyes of yours, almost pleading with him to get you off now that he’d finished, and smirked.

“Get the fuck out of my store.” He told you after pulling his pants up and tucking his softening cock back into them. 

Your eyes widened slightly, then narrowed. 

You weren’t going to beg him. 

You pulled your top back on, threading your arms through the straps before standing on shaky legs and smoothing out your shorts. 

“I hope you get hit by a bus.” You muttered on your way towards the door. 

You meant it. 

You hated him. 

And he hated you. 

Part 2

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Hi, jade! I have a request a smut about possessive!professor spencer x innocent!reader. Thank you!

Lessons

Summary: You’re auditing Professor Reid’s class for obvious reasons. He noticed you weren’t paying attention so he asked to meet in his office so he could teach you a lesson.

TW! MDNI Lots of dirty talk, spencer being possessive, age gap but it’s legal, facial, loss of virginity, p in v, protected sex, anything else I missed.

Pairing: Possessive!Professor!spencer x innocent!reader

A/N: I hope this doesn’t absolutely suck. Send me req for any other fics y’all want!! Also- writing this in first person pov.

You sat in the second row of Professor Reid’s lecture. You were dazed off, consumed by your thoughts. He was in front of the class blabbing on about something you didn’t care to listen to, since you just audited this class.

You were jerked from your thoughts when Professor Reid walked closer to your chair, “y/n? Do you want to join the lecture?” He said snarky like.

“Oh I’m sorry Professor Reid. I was spaced out.” You say looking up at him and give him an innocent half smile. He starts to turn around before turning back to you, “come to my office after class” he said walking back to the front of the room.

After the lecture had wrapped up you walked quickly to his office. He wasn’t in there yet so you took a seat in front of his desk. As you sat there your mind trailed off, thinking about him, the way he always looked at you. The way he speaks about things.

You were jerked from your thoughts when you heard the door open. Professor Reid walked in and took a seat at his desk. “So, y/n, what was up during the lecture, I know you’re just auditing my class, but you’re usually more interactive.” He said looking at you sternly.

“Oh I’m sorry sir, I’ve just had a lot on my mind.” You said. He looked at you nodding your head. “Well. From now on I expect to have your full attention.” He spits out at you. “Okay sir I’m so sorry agai-“ he cuts you off.

“Maybe I should teach you another lesson right here.” He says standing up and coming to stand in front of you. “Teach you to pay attention during lectures and to think before you prance into my class with one of your mini skirts.” He continues gripping your jaw slightly. You stand up slowly.

“I’ve never done anything before.” You say putting your head down in embarrassment. He brings his hand to your cheek. “I’ll teach you, we’ll go slow” he says leaning to kiss you.

After a few moments he pulls away. He grabs your hand and sits down at his desk. “Sit” he spits out patting his lap. You sit, putting your legs on either side of his waist. He puts his hand behind your head pulling you in for a heated kiss. He slips his tongue past your lips.

Spencer puts his hands behind you to lift up your skirt in the back, he grips your ass slowly massaging it. He snakes his hand between the two of you and starts to slowly rub your sensitive clit through your underwear.

“Oh Spencer that feels so good” you say moving your hips to feel more pressure on your clit. “I’m going to slip a finger in your pussy. Is that okay?” He questions with his hand resting on your cheek.

“Okay” you say moving in for another kiss. He slips his hand beneath your panties and teases your hole. He slides a finger in slowly pumping it in and out of you. “More, Spencer please!” You shout. He obliges and slips a second finger in your tight hole.

He continues to kiss your soft lips. You put your hands on his shoulders gripping them for support. Spencer can tell you’re close, “cum on my fingers y/n” And with that you came. He brings his fingers to his mouth sucking your cum off of them. “You taste so good darling.”

“Fuck me” you say with pleading eyes. “Stand up pretty girl” he says. You stand and slip your skirt and underwear down your legs. He slips off his slacks and boxers. “Bend over my desk.”

You obey him leaning over his desk. He grabs his semi hard cock and pumps it in his hands a few times. “Are you ready?” He asks you leaning down over your shoulder. “Yes” you say.

With that he teases your slit rubbing the head of his cock over you. He slowly slides inside of you. “Spencer oh god” you moan out. “Do you feel good” he says cockily. “Mmm” is all you managed to get out.

“You feel so good around my cock, you’re gripping me so hard” he says his hand landing on your ass. “Faster. Please” you say. With that he starts fucking your pussy at an inhumane pace.

“Oh my god” you say. “I’m so close” you moan out. “Cum on my cock then turn around. I want to paint your face” he spits out. And with that you cum around his cock.

He quickly pulls out of you. You turn around getting on your knees and he pumps his cock just a few more times then his hot cum shoots on your face. “Y/n” he moans out. After you both compose yourselves he gets a paper towel on his desk so you can clean your face off.

You put your clothes back on and he does the same. After you’re both dressed he comes over to you, “anytime you want to learn anything further in the class I’m a text away and my door is always open” he says.

“I’ll remember that” you say grabbing your bag and coming to rest your hand on his chest. He leans in to give you a peck. You turn around going to the door. You unlock it and turn back to look at him shooting him a quick smile.