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Nemesis (Vergil x Reader) - Chapter 1, Prologue
Nemesis
Pairing: Vergil x Reader
Summary: The Abyss opening is a rare occurrence. In his youth, Vergil wanted to harness its power, but never thought he would meet his greatest adversary along the way. Years later, the Abyss is once again open and that might call for some rather unlikely alliances.
Age restriction: 18+ - there's a lot of blood, violence, cursing and all those things people want to forbid younger audiences of seeing. Also, cosmic horror is a thing here. Procceed with caution.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Vergil has a LOT of internal turmoil, and both main characters struggle with self-worth, self-hatred, abandonment issues, etc. The reader also gets seriously injured and humiliated in this chapter, so, again, proceed with caution. It gets dark and it might be too much for some people.
Author's notes: And so, it begins! I HOPE I'll be able to update this one weekly, but I don't know if my creativity will be that nice to me xD This is something that has been brewing for a while, based on my initial hatred for Vergil. Expect the slow burn of the century, they'll be hopeless and so friggin' proud in this one :)
Also I'm so proud of this header :')
Chapter 1 - Prologue
The city was swarming with demons.
Vergil had rarely seen anything like it â chaos took over, the streets stained with blood, the sky red with fire. He marched with resolve towards his objective, ignoring the demons terrifying humans.
There was nothing he could do. He wasnât there to be a savior â only the strong survived and Vergil had no time to spare. He searched for power, and, if he took too long, his opportunity would be lost until another Abyss was open â and that could take years.
Vergil could feel the tingle in his hands, the stench from the demons in the Abyss. The closer he got, the fouler the smell of blood and rotten flesh. He inherited that enhanced sense from his father â and Vergil constantly questioned how Sparda could have lived in Hell for so long with that horrid reek engulfing him. It had to be something he discovered only after locking Hell behind himself.
All of his senses indicated the source of all mayhem was inside the building he had just entered â if it had been a church of sorts, a castle, some headquarters⊠Vergil wouldnât know. Everything was destroyed beyond recognition, and he walked upon the rests of what was once inhabited by the humans who used to live in that city.
The Abyss was close. Soon to be near the reach of his fingertips: a source of power not even the most notorious demons had access to. Something ancient, beyond creation itself â source of salvation to some, source of damnation to others.
If Vergil was about to condemn his soul, it didnât really matter. He had already been damned; since the day he was reborn on that fateful night his home was torn apart.
Another strange smell assaulted his senses, though. Vergil couldnât quite tell what it was â no demon; that, he was certain. It was a scent of something that certainly did not belong to all that destructionâŠ
And it came from behind a door within his reach â only a few steps away from the entrance of the courtyard: the place where the Abyss had manifested after centuries asleep.
Along with his human heart, came human curiosity. That inherent human feeling, always distracting Vergil from his path and quest for power. That incessant itch in the farthest corner of his soul that couldnât be ignored â and that made him divert his steps towards that door.
As his hands were about to touch the sturdy wood that resisted the chaos, Vergilâs steps came to a halt when he felt another presence behind him.
âNot a step further, demon.â
And that presence was human.
Slowly turning back, hands already gripping the Yamato and ready for battle, Vergil found a set of eyes filled with fire and resolve. They had something inside them that bothered his spirit, for he did not know logically what it was â his heart, though, seemed to identify something he couldnât quite put into words.
As you pointed your sword towards him, Vergil furrowed his brows.
âStep aside, human.â
âI will not let the likes of you roam this place.â You tilted your head upwards, revealing in the faint light of that godforsaken place the wounds and bruises that covered your face and neck. Vergil slightly narrowed his eyes; you must have been battling since all of that started. You were probably the last line of resistance of whatever humans lasted in that pitiful city. âLeave before I have to make you leave.â
Vergilâs eyes narrowed even further â not because of analyzing more, but because of your words. How dare someone like you even entertain the possibility of making someone like him leaveâŠ?
His hands took their battle stance on the Yamato. You lowered your sword, reading his posture and correcting yours to get ready to fight him.
From all the demons you fought that day, he was the most⊠Different. They all looked like creatures from the darkest pits of Hell, blood thirsty, power hungry â either ready to kill and fulfill their bloodlust or trying to harness some of the power of the Abyss. But that one in a blue coat who stood before you⊠He looked human. Painfully human, even. If it wasnât for the way he carried himself in that battlefield â the way he held his sword, the way his steps seemed so calm among the mayhem, the way his eyes carried only ice and rage â you wouldâve deemed him human.
But you didnât have to be a demon expert to know that blue coated young man was nothing but a demon like all the others you had fought earlier â or, maybe, unlike the others.
Nevertheless, in your experience, once a demon, always a demon.
âI do not have time for this.â Vergil hissed between his teeth, tilting his head upwards in hubris, leaving the Yamato sheathed. He turned his attention back to the wooden door â you were almost as good as dead; it would be extremely unwise to engage in battle with him.
But something Vergil still had to learn about humans was that the heart doesnât always follow the wisest of decisions â sometimes, it acts by itself; and whether that is a good or a bad thing, itâs debatable upon the situation.
He heard as your steps lunged quickly towards him, giving Vergil only a few seconds to dash from your vicious attack, making you almost hit the door with your great silver sword. He kept looking at you with annoyance â not only because you attacked, but also because that fire in your eyes seemed to glisten even more than before.
âLeave.â You tried one more time â but Vergil was prouder than that.
He wouldnât let himself be ordered around by a human.
âYou chose your fate.â He growled between his teeth, attacking with the still sheathed Yamato.
It wasnât his intention to kill you â with just a few blows from the sheath, youâd be on the floor, begging for your life or passed out. Vergil wouldnât kill, but he would teach you a lesson: no human could think they could defeat him. He was much too powerful for such a weak, pitiful creature.
But you parried him â once, twice, three times. Your eyes still carried that fire, burning with rage and that something else. You didnât fall, so he attacked again. And again. And you kept on resisting, refusing to give in.
You promised no demon would go beyond that point â only over your dead body. And you would keep that promise.
Vergil growled in disbelief, vexed by your resistance. He didnât have time for this. Why werenât you falling? Where were you getting your strength from? He was the son of Sparda. A meek, fragile, battle wounded human just like you should have fallen from the first blow of Yamato.
But your movements were as skillful as his. You held your sword with as much grace and strength as Vergil yielded his demonic heritage. With another blow, you parried masterfully in the right timing, both of you stepping back from each other to recover your stances.
You had your head slightly upwards; and you held his gaze. Vergil hardened his jaw, mimicking your demeanor â or was it you who were mimicking his? He couldnât know; and you couldnât either. The blood inside yours and his veins burned with the rage to be dealing with someone else as proud â and as arrogant â as the other.
It was the first time for Vergil, such a human thing to feel, but oh⊠Your eyes were crushing his pride. Your resistance mocked his power. And he couldnât let that happen.
Charging towards you, Vergil didnât hold back. You stood your ground, fighting him as best as you could â your body, though, begged for some rest. Even with the pain, you defended and counter-attacked with the might Vergil would expect of someone in a better shape⊠Of someone as powerful as him.
You, in the other hand, did not expect a demon so versed in martial arts. You thought he was going to use only his strength, like all demons did, but he had skill. As you parried another blow of his â the sheath of the Yamato threatening to break your stance, unbothered by your silver blade â your eyes met his and, there, you saw not only ice, but the sparkle of a fire that could only be human.
His eyes burned with the same fire yours did â the flame that kept telling him you wouldnât give up: the human stubbornness.
Although you read it as arrogance.
Bothered by your eyes, Vergil pushed you back, with enough strength to make you stumble on your hurt feet and plant one of your hands on the ground so you wouldnât fall. You let your head low for a while, taking a few deep breaths to control your spinning head. Vergil furrowed his brows as he noticed the smell of blood came from a wound in your flank â making the fact you were there, fighting him, even more absurd.
âHmpf.â Even with that realization, he couldnât recognize the strength in you. That would mean a mere human, battered and hurt even, could put up a decent fight with him. That you both were in the same level of power. Vergil would never accept that. âYouâre not worthy as my opponent.â
You shot your head upwards, eyes stark in his blue silhouette as that demon turned his back at you in a nonchalant manner, going back to his business. He didnât even want to kill you. That was mortifying. With those words, sharp as a sword, he cut through your heart and your pride: you werenât even worthy of dying in a fight.
With the blood boiling in your veins, you used your silver sword to help you up. As he heard your movement, Vergil stopped; turning around slowly only to find you cleaning the blood running down your lips â those eyes setting his soul on fire.
âI am not done yet.â You spat the blood on the ground, almost hitting his boots. Vergil didnât give you the joy of seeing how much his temper was affected by your attitude â even though his hardened jaw betrayed him. Lifting his head slightly to try to remain above his opponent, Vergil slowly walked towards you; and you mirrored his demeanor, even if you werenât doing it in a conscious manner. âDemon.â
This time, Vergil didnât allow you to attack first â he would set the pace of the fight; almost like leading a deathly waltz. You were his partner and you would follow his lead to your demise; as he always did with every opponent.
As soon as his domineering footwork tried to set the pace, yours refused to dance according to his lead. He tried his best to tame you â but that fire kept glistening in your eyes, and your footwork followed your own beat.
You tried to break his and make sure you were the one setting the pace, but that man in a blue coat had too much will to let himself be lead across the battlefield. His steps worked on his own â and he had the audacity to try to dominate you; the same way you were trying to do with him.
Your tiredness and his annoyance, though, made Vergil knock you down again â but still, you got up. And again. And one third time.
As you took your sword from the ground, barely able to stand up and wield the silver weapon with bruised hands, Vergil had a hard time hiding his shock â cloaked by the annoyance under his furrowed brows.
How were you doing that? You had no demonic blood like his to mend your broken body and burn in flames of survival. How could you get up, over and over and over again�
âCâmon, demon.â You muttered one more time, raising your head as you could.
âEnough.â Vergil growled between his teeth, charging at you with a speed a human would never be able to counter.
You fell once more. With the sword away from your hands, you had to crawl on the floor to try to grab it again, as Vergil finally unsheathed the Yamato and walked towards you as a death omen. The blade glistened in the last cold rays of the day, as you ignored the blood dripping from your mouth and reached out for your silver sword. The demon approached, unrelenting, and if you couldnât get back to your weapon, those would be your last breaths.
âY/n! No! NO!â
The voice of a child made you and Vergil freeze where you were â eyes shooting up to the door he almost opened out of sheer human curiosity.
âStay back!â You immediately screamed, pointing at three children looking at you both in horror. âLock the door! Take the other children! Get out of here!â
âY/n, no! WeâŠ!â
âGO! GET OUT! IâLL HOLD HIM BACK!â Your eyes were stinging with tears, knowing full well they wouldnât have a chance against the demons â but you could at least give them a chance to run and save themselves.
Vergilâs fingers froze on the grip of the Yamato, his glaciersâ eyes stuck in that scene. His heart couldnât let him move, couldnât let him breathe. As you struggled more and screamed the last words that made the children finally close the doors and run â with a bunch of steps that could only be of a group of at least fifteen children â he watched as your bloodied fingers held the hilt of your sword once more, tears falling from your eyes as you struggled to get up.
You cannot kill your own mother.
Those words echoed through Vergilâs mind as he watched your struggle to protect the ones weaker than you. All that fight, all that will, all that power⊠It came from that. You werenât just keeping people safe by forbidding demons to walk towards the Abyss â and forbidding anything to come out of it â you were there to help those kids find a safe path through the city to a safe haven. You came back to that hopeless building because of them.
Eva had died saving Dante from the hell their home became on that fateful day. She plunged in the fire for her child, she did it out of love and protection. Vergil had heard Eva tried to save him as well, throwing herself in the danger to keep him safe â but he couldnât accept that. He couldnât live with the knowledge that he had his mother killed, he didnât want to believe that; and so Vergil decided to remain with the belief that she had abandoned him for Dante, even if his stupid human heart screamed otherwise.
As you tried to get up from the ground once more, Vergil saw his mother â crawling on the floor, blood dripping from her lips, tears staining her face while she muttered his name, doing her best to keep her children safe. He couldnât kill her; Vergil couldnât kill you.
He was brought back to reality as the floor rumbled violently. Snapping his head towards the courtyard, Vergil knew quite well what was happening: all the fighting had taken too long.
âWe are done.â His words were muttered between his teeth as Vergil used the sheath of the Yamato the keep your hand pressed on the floor.
With a last glare from his silvery eyes, he left in a hurry before you let your head fall between a deep sigh.
The children were gone, they were safe. Your job was done.
**
There were many circles and places in Hell, accounted for throughout history in all sorts of arcane writings.
There was, however, one place unaccounted for â with little information, whispered around as a legend of a nightmare: the Abyss.
Some believed it was real, some said it was nothing but a tale to scare children at night. Vergil had read enough to believe in its existence â as well as to know it could take centuries for another gate to be opened once more. No one knew when they manifested or where, but one thing was certain: there was power to be harnessed on that place.
The kind of power was another mystery. The Codex Daemonica had no information on it or what kinds of demons it harbored â if it was inhabited by demons at all. Some believed Sparda had locked Mundus in shackles in that deepest part of Hell, while other said it was the home of something⊠More ancient.
Vergil approached the courtyard with his hand on the hilt of the Yamato, ready to unsheathe it. There was a fissure on the ground, in the middle of the dilapidated stone garden. There was no sound to be heard: no leaves, no wind, no walking. Only silence.
His steps were calm but firm, approaching with care but never leaving their regal pace behind. The closer he got, the warier his heart became. Something wasnât right â but, at the same time his soul told him to leave, something inside him told him to walk towards the edge and peak inside.
Vergil had already decided he would be the first one to venture in the Abyss in search for power and, upon coming back, telling his findings in his arcane journal. If his father had trapped Mundus inside it, he saw no reason why he, the son of Sparda, wouldnât be able to enter it and survive. In order to protect himself, to make sure nothing would happen to him again, Vergil needed that power â and he would go to the farthest depths of Hell and back to make sure no one would be able to threaten him anymore.
Stopping at the edge of the Abyss, Vergil looked down, trying to see something â he had already had many experiences with Hell and knew how some places looked like.
But all he found was darkness.
A darkness that came from the deep â that had no end and, still, seemed to go as far as the depths of his own soul. It was an all-consuming darkness, one that would pull Vergil willingly to its clutches â one he couldnât understand.
He held the hilt of the Yamato with more strength, the sweat almost making it glide down. His heart pounded inside his chest and Vergil could hear the blood flowing through his head. The darkness consumed his eyes, searching for the deepest part of his soul⊠The part he smothered, hiding even from himself. The part covered in bruises, blood and self-hatred; the part Vergil couldnât bear to see: his own mirror, naked and vulnerable, staring right back at him.
He had to get out of there.
Vergilâs heart rate increased and he had no air in his lungs. He didnât want to look; he didnât want to see. All those things, all those feelings, all those wounds⊠Himself. He didnât want to see himself. He had broken all the mirrors, buried all the broken shards left from his heart, asphyxiated the light from his soul⊠But there, right in the back, covered in darkness, one mirror was left. One fragile heart made of glass. One ray of light cradled by his bony, bruised, pale white hands.
He had to go. He didnât want to meet Vergil. He couldnât look him into his eyes. Not those pitiful, helpless, bruised eyes begging for help⊠Begging for love. He had to go.
âVergilâŠ? VergilâŠ!â
Inside the Abyss, a familiar voice echoed, snatching Vergil away from that last mirror alone in the depths of himself. In that deep darkness, his eyes couldnât see nothing more than the void, but a voice called him down in the depths.
âAre you there VergilâŠ? My sonâŠ!â
It was Eva.
Vergil hadnât heard the voice of his mother since the day he discovered the extent of his demonic blood. Many times, he heard her voice inside his head â knowing it was all but a memory; the ghost of his mother coming back to try to comfort him in his desolation, at least a little bit.
But that voice in the Abyss⊠It wasnât in his head. It wasnât a memory. It was there⊠It was in there.
âCan you hear meâŠ? VergilâŠ? I⊠I am scared.â
âI am coming to get you, mother.â Vergilâs voice was no higher than a murmur, but it was filled with resolve.
Ready to take another step and finally venture into the Abyss, another earthquake took the city. He lost his footing, tumbling backwards and falling far away from his motherâs voice as the courtyard came down and the Abyss slowly closed.
âVergilâŠ! Donât leave me here aloneâŠ! PleaseâŠ! My sonâŠ!â
âMother⊠No!â Vergil did his best to run towards the very place his heart and soul screamed at him to stay away, ready to plunge into its depths not knowing what would happen next.
As Vergil finally reached the center of the courtyard, his hands and knees found only the stony floor as everything stood silently still.
The Abyss was closed.
**
Your empty eyes stared at the crumbling pieces of the city as its last pieces came down in destruction.
They promised. They should have waited for you. That was the deal: you went back for the children and your friends would wait for you all to come back â if you werenât with the children, they should have waited fifteen minutes.
It had been ten minutes. You were on time. You were on time. There was no reason for leaving you behind.
They were the last way out of the city, the very last ride. The last hope of survival.
And they left you there, in the middle of those crumbling flames, filled with blood and death. You had dragged your feet until the meeting point, you wandered around, screaming their names in hopes they were just hiding to keep themselves safe. You searched; you did your best. You did your best.
No one was there. No one appeared. You were left behind. You were alone.
âOh, child⊠HushâŠâ A snake-like voice dragged itself from the shadows, followed by cadenced steps. It was sweet, mesmerizing⊠Too comforting for all that desolation. âI know, I know⊠Your heart is broken. You donât have to cry.â
âI am not crying, demon.â Your voice was hardened like stone, resonating between your teeth. Even if you wanted to cry, your pride wouldnât let your tears fall for that kind of betrayal. Not for those people. They didnât deserve your tears.
âOh, but your heart, I can feel itâŠâ The she-devil approached you, her hands resting seductively on your shoulders. You would have wiped them off, but you didnât have the will to do so. âIt is⊠Dead. Completely dead inside that little chest of yours. Thereâs no reason to lie to yourself⊠They forgot you, child. That is worse than being left behind, isnât it? Your already hurt heart is in pieces, I can feel it.â
All your life, you learnt demons lied to get what they wanted. They listened closely to the winged words people let out of their mouths without thinking and later used those to their advantage. That demon, though⊠She wasnât lying.
Your heart had already been hurt numerous times before, but that⊠That was the last blow to kill you. If you were left behind, people at least had thought of you â but they didnât even remember you existed. You were forgotten, thatâs how important you were. You meant nothing, you were worth nothing. Left to die because no one remembered you were dying.
Indeed, it was as if your heart had been torn out of your chest⊠And there was nothing. Not even tears.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Your chances of survival were close to none. You had been sentenced to death by those who couldnât remember all they had to do was wait only five more minutes for you to come back.
âI know⊠There is no reason to fight anymore, no reason to remain in this painâŠâ That voice was now close to your ears, so sweet, so dangerous. âI can give you rest childâŠâ It whispered in your ears, always so seducing. âJust give me your soul⊠Your blood. And I can make it all go away.â
âHmpf.â You opened your eyes again, slowly turning to look into the blood red eyes of the voluptuous demon who stood behind you. Beautiful, but something in it made you wary. âYou can have my blood, demon. But only over my dead body.â
âHmmm. So be it.â The she-devil rolled her eyes, immediately nonchalant with your attitude. âYou are as good as dead anyway. I couldâve made it painless, pitiful creature.â
Her words allowed a band of lurking demons nearby to approach and you finally noticed you werenât being attacked before because she had claimed you as her prey. You were too weak even to fight her alone, but a whole bunch of demons⊠Your death was certain.
Taking a deep breath, you held your silver sword with pride. If it was for you to die that way, at least you would make it worthy of a hero. You wouldnât fall easy and you would take as many demons as you could with you.
*
As he left the city, Vergil felt a commotion. With lost steps, still disoriented by the voice of his mother, he was naturally brought to the place â as if the demon inside himself wanted blood from the fight happening nearby.
He had never had an experience as the one with the Abyss. He was very aware of demons with psychic powers, able to instill confusion and hallucination in their victims⊠What he experienced with the Abyss was different.
Was his mother trapped in there? All this time, all alone, in the deepest, most dangerous part of Hell? Years and years in suffering, instead of spreading her beautiful wings as the angel she shouldâve become upon giving her life to save DanteâŠ?
Furrowing his eyebrows, Vergil let out an audible huff. He didnât know what was worse: to believe his mother died trying to save him or that she had been trapped for endless years in the suffering and desolation of Hell.
It was definitely easier to believe she forgot him, saved only Dante and died, watching her beloved younger child from Heaven. Feeling anger was easier than mourning. It was easier than guilt.
Being forgotten was easier than being loved to death.
âOh, child. Give up already!â
âI can keep going⊠Demon.â
Vergil immediately paid attention to what was happening in the distance â there he found that stupid little headstrong human who delayed him enough so he lost his chance to enter the Abyss to harness its power⊠And even to save his mother. He narrowed his eyes, ready to burn all his anger in you.
Until you were hit by a demon and fell on the floor, barely able to get up. They were all laughing, humiliating you. They kicked your sword away from your hands, making you crawl towards it, spitting blood, as they screamed and laughed, telling you to give up.
But, as you did with him, something made you get up and keep on fighting.
Vergil watched in awe as you finally pulled yourself again to your feet and looked at your foes, barely able to hold your silver sword.
It was pride.
The demons attacked you once more and, this time, your eyes couldnât keep open. You put on your last defense, your last stand. You tried, but you were only human. There was nothing left inside of you and you could only do so much â you could keep your pride, but your physical strength had come to an end. You let go of your sword and allowed yourself the be engulfed by darkness.
Vergilâs hand stopped your bloody body from hitting the floor as the other yielded the Yamato.
âWhat a shameful thingâŠâ He muttered, lifting his head above the eyes of the demons who stared at him. âResorting to humiliating a half-dead weak human to feel powerful.â With those words, his hand gently left you on the floor, his feet walking in front of you to take a fighting stance. He couldnât let you die â not like that. You deserved a better death. You deserved to die by his hands in a fair fight, not humiliated like that. âItâs time to teach you what real power looks like.â
The demons were decimated by the blade of the Yamato â in all that fight, Vergil didnât touch your body a single time, not even accidentally. If those creatures wanted your blood, they would have to go through him, the son of Sparda. Your death was his, you were his nemesis. No one would touch you.
It took a human to kill a monster. Maybe, one day, his death would be yours as well.
**
A dark, cloaked figure of a tall man walked with resolute steps under the rain, cradling a frail body in his arms, keeping it from the water and wearing the dark veil of the deep night as protection.
Vergil carried you all the way to the next city â avoiding the looks of those concerned with and helping those who were able to flee and seek shelter nearby. He stayed in the shadows, keeping away from the big groups of volunteers who received injured and lost people â providing food, shelter, warmth and care.
You needed that. You were as good as dead in his arms. Vergil could hear as your breath was barely none, as your heart rate fought to keep you alive. Even in the brink of death, it was as if your body struggled for its own survival.
The hospital wasnât big, although it was one of the biggest buildings in town. Seeming like an old mansion turned into a public building, Vergil crossed the entrance garden with his strong steps, not hearing much nearby. Most of the staff was probably working on receiving the refugees from your derelict city.
Going up the very few stone steps, he stopped by the door, finally protected from the rain. It was a great wooden door, heavy, adorned with iron, with a single candle keeping some kind of warmth and light in the darkness of that desolate night.
Vergil left you on the floor, ringing the bell on the wall. A woman peeked through the window, immediately initiating a fuss inside â it wouldnât take long for them to pick you up and start your treatment.
His job was done. You would be alright.
As he was about to leave, Vergil noticed how your lips were already painted with a tinge of purple, your skin too cold for your own sake. Taking off his midnight blue scarf, he wrapped it around your body â it should be enough to keep you alive until the hospital staff took you in.
When the door opened, that strange man wasnât there anymore. Gone like a shadow, the only one left was that poor person â beaten up, bloodied, bruised⊠Cozily wrapped around a deep blue scarf.
Respect was implied when one had found their greatest enemy.
**
To be continued...
#devil may cry#dmc#devil may cry fanfiction#dmc fanfic#devil may cry imagine#dmc imagine#vergil sparda#vergil x reader#vergil x you#long fic#dmc vergil x reader#well well here we are#my first attempt at a long fic :3#these two are the proudest little things I've ever written in my life#I'M LOVING IT#also yes I thought of that dmc3 scene that Vergil goes 'WHY isn't it working?!' when writing his part xD#so much to unpack about these two <3#hope to see you next week!
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I'm literally itching to draw something for arcane s2 but I'm completely buried under university stuff, man I wish we had 14 days a week đ
#I have two translations due tomorrow#one due Thursday#and a very big lit translation project by the end of next week#I'm also helping my little brother with a biiiig project like a conference speech!!!#which is a very good thing btw like rn that's my number one priority I'm so so fucking proud of them aaaaa#but yeah with everything going on now I don't think I can squeeze in some art for a week or so#it's alright the ideas and motivation will wait for me!! (self reassurance)#shrews ramblings#I will now be rambling about arcane s2 a bit so don't read further if you wanna avoid spoilers#there's so much to unpack what the hell đđđ#I'm holding the caitvi kiss scene sososo close to my heart <3#ignoring the breakup that happened in the same episode fhskdhjshdjdh#also cult leader Viktor yay??#I have so many thoughts on that one#the fact that unlike in league here he didn't do that to himself#it was Jayce#fucks me up so bad#especially with the 'I should've died'#I cannot take this guys#can we just talk abt how Mel is the only one person there still mostly stable and clear minded set on good goals?#and she got kidnapped?#we're so cooked#I'm obsessed with the soundtrack btw#heavy is the crown lives in my head rent-free#anyway#if I do sketch some stuff be prepared for it hehe
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sudden flashbacks to childhood as i remember the first book series i ever loved, Roman Mysteries. which in retrospect. has a lot. a lot. a LOT of issues
#i would go back to it like i have deltora quest but uh#i dont think. it will hold up.#theres 4 main characters. of the two girls one is flavia. a rich roman child#and then nubia. who is. a slave girl. and fucking. bought for flavia as a bday present#and it's played it off as ''flavia wants a friend and feels awful for this poor girl her age and so her dad buys her and they#look after/rescue her and teach her latin and then free her once shes situated well'' and it is VERY MUCH a white saviour story#that even had 6 yr old me like ''hm. this is immoral''#the series like. starts with flavia as the main main character and the other 3 characters also have their own storys and they team up#and somve mysteries but as time goes on the problem is that like. the other 3 characters are more interesting than flavia#lupus is a mute greek boy who had his tongue cut out by his abusive uncle and lived on the streets for years#jonathan is a jewish boy who lives next door to flavia and has storylines where hes forced to become a gladiator and at the end#of the series goes on an adventure to egypt to find his kidnapped twin nephews#and nubia goes looking for her brother who was also enslaved and forced to be a gladiator and has to navigate rome as an ex-slave#and black woman who was literally kidnapped and went through hell (also she. turns out to be an african princess later on. ANOTHER big thing#to unpack.)#but yeah from 6 yrs old to 13 as i read the stories i would get mad every time it cut to flavia#I DONT CARE ABOUT SUETONIUS OR GAIUS AND HOW YOU WANT TO DEDICATE YOURSELF TO ARTEMIS#OR WHATEVER BULLSHIT ROMANCE. GO BACK TO JONATHAN SEEING HIS OWN GRAVE AND COMBATING WITH HIS FAMILY THINKING HES DEAD#GO BACK TO THE TRAGEDY OF MIRIAM AND HER BABIES OR NUBIA GETTING HER OWN FUCKING STORYLINE PLEASE
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rip the story I wrote in 2019 about two angry 19 year old best friends who outwardly resent each other deeply but unbeknownst to themselves are secretly in love. where one of them makes the other one stab her to prevent a natural disaster/the embodiment of her feelings. thereâs literally nothing I can do with that now that wonât seem tlt derivative
#all of this is precipitated by the ghosts of dykes past. who lived in the house theyâre in. anyway#I read the series 3 years later and was like oop so much for that plot#for so so many legal reasons this post is a joke#(it is actually very much not the same plot)#(and of course the story is in the telling two cakes etc etc)#but it did contribute to the âoh my god this series has everything I love I need to not think about anything else for the foreseeable future#to be like âhm. I clearly have a thing for this specific dynamic. letâs not unpack thatâ#also it was a play. which maybe it shouldnât have been but thereâs that#(the play is still on yt but I havenât watched it since the production should I do it)
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Not only did I clean up my room, but I also finished the Defenders, freeing me up to watch more stuff if I want to!
#understand that i had been living out of boxes & packing cubes for two months#we moved in november and i wasn't here for a good bit of december#i figured since we're meant to move back within three months it wasn't worth it unpacking much?#but it sucks living in a room that's all cramped and not fully yours#the clothes being in the dresser really help#as well as putting my huge ass suitcase in the cupboard#tidied up my desk tidied up my bedside shelf i am doing things!#tomorrow i get to vacuum <3#and i'm having daredevil feelings#and i want to draaaawwww#so very very bad. i want to draw so much. but what? there's so many things to draw!#also there's stuff i want to translate. i have NOT forgotten about that james bond fic#it's getting translated into french. it's happening. i've done like two chapters#literally no one is going to read this i'm just doing it for my portfolio for the masters#like. to get into a translation master. they ask for stuff you've translated before#so it's going to be. uh. hp fic. the aforementioned james bond thing. and mathieu hidalf lol#wow i have a ramble tag now
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it's Halka hours!
#really feeling the 'i ptak drapieĆŒny swe pisklÄta karmi otula i lula a MOJE dzieciÄ umiera!' tonight#i love her sm you deserved so much better queen#should have burned his ass and not looked back girl#anyway this aria and senza mamma should kiss about being the only two arias that are guaranteed to get me to WEEP every time#halka#stanisĆaw moniuszko#i have a certain Relationship with the themes of Single Motherhood for no apparent reason <3 we're not unpacking that today bye#Youtube
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đ svt when idol!reader releases a breakup song.
anon â "may i request when idol!s/o releases a breakup song? maybe for like a promotion or a comeback but not because of svt iykwim"
â â i have a soft spot for my earlier idol!reader work so it was fun to revisit them <3 a little more crack, less headcanons than usual lol
â§âËâ©ćœĄ includes: idol!reader, f!reader, established relationship, pet names, fluff, crack, [short] headcanons under the cut.
đ headcanons .á
â drama line â© seungcheol, junhui, mingyu, vernon.
all the boys are bound to kick up a fuss one way or another, but nobody throws a tantrum like choi seungcheol. that man will be on your case for weeks. "why couldn't it have been a love song? why are you so good at singing about breakups?" junhui is equally dramatic, though in a different manner. he goes down the route of spite. the song is officially banned in the dorms. if anyone plays it in his vicinity, he will honest-to-goodness glare them down. as far as he's concerned, you have no reason to be crooning about situationships when you have a perfectly good partner waiting for you at home! mingyu is in the exact same boat, by the way. he is personally offended. he knows he's been a good boyfriend. and you're out here singing like he's broken your heart? oh, hell no. mingyu is going to get ridiculously over the top with his boyfriendisms to prove a point toâ well, maybe just to himself. in contrast to the rest, vernon takes a different approach. a little moral high road, if you will. he doesn't whine about it, but he does getâ in the other boys' wordsâ 'emo' about the whole thing. an instagram rebrand? frank ocean being one of his top artists of the month? ... you get the picture.
â sweetheart line â© joshua, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, minghao, seungkwan.
a good number of the boys would take the breakup song with relative grace. joshua is aware that it's strictly work, but he doesn't miss out on the opportunity to tease you a bit about it. he'll take any opportunity to remind you of how much he cares about you, even if it is in a roundabout sort of way. wonwoo usually errs more on the side of rationality, too, though this breakup song scares him just a teensy bit. he doesn't bother you about it; he'll cope in his own little way until he comes around. (he's not opposed to reaffirmations of your love, though.) at this point? soonyoung and seungkwan can be a comedy act, really. we have soonyoung apologizing for every little thing he's done, just so he can ascertain that you will not be writing about him in your next album. and then we have seungkwan who assumes the song is a not-so subliminal message of some sorts; he is immensely relieved when you tell him that you're not, in fact, ending things via comeback. and the sweetest of them all. seokmin doesn't care if it's a four minute song. he'll take apart every single lyric, offering you reassurances that you don't even need, until you have a hard time performing the song with sincerity because your boyfriend has made it much less convincing. meanwhile, minghao spends hours ruminating before just asking outright. he's a bit shy at the fact that he's potentially overthought this, although he'd much rather be overprepared on being a good boyfriend than fall on the other end of the coin.
â revenge line â© jeonghan, jihoon, chan.
did you think jeonghan was kidding about couple's therapy? absolutely not. booking a session for the two of you is, in part, a joke, sure. but he's also a believer in therapy, anyway, so it becomes one of your... admittedly weirder dates, but there are certainly worse ways to unpack this non-issue. jihoon and chan stick to what they know best. jihoon's teasing of a 'response' song just means that there's going to be a certain track in the next mini-album that may or may not answer the questions/refute the claims/reassures the worries of your breakup ballad. he's classy that way. chan, on the other hand, has a lot less finesse. he's not so subtle in the way he literally makes up a routineâ is it a slow song? he'll do contemporary, then!â and posts it for everyone to see. he needs everyone to know that he is unbothered. flourishing. in his lane.
#svt smau#seventeen smau#svt imagines#seventeen imagines#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#svt x reader#svt crack#ââ á”ᔠ⊠mine#ââ á”ᔠ⊠reqs#[ last for now i think c: my longer wips.. they beckon ... ]#ââ á”ᔠ⊠milestone
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content: bff'sbrother!jungkook, softdom!jungkook, enemies2lovers-ish, he's a lil annoying in this, angst, mentions of rejection, one-sided crush, afab reader, smut, fingering, dry humping, penetrative sex, overstimulation (kinda), etc.
wc: 4076
a/n: another jk fic bc im taking time off work and have nothing to do</3 this went longer than anticipated lol sorry
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"what are you doing here?", grumbled the man as soon as he opened the door and spotted you on the other side of it.
"can you get out of the way? i'm obviously here for minji."
"she doesn't get here til tomorrow," he responded, though still moving out of the way to let you in.
you were about to snark at him again when he stopped in his tracks, eyes widening when they made contact with the suitcases you were struggling to drag behind you, "why are you carrying suitcases? fuck, don't tell me you're staying here," he grabbed onto one, stopping your movements.
"yes, jungkook. minji told me i could crash here for spring break. what's it to you? your house is big enough. just ignore my presence," you attempted to move your suitcases again, knowing you'd receive no help from the boy even if you asked.
"so you're here to ruin my break?" the complaints were never ending despite having entered the home only mere moments ago.
"stop being a child and get out of my way," you grumbled when the idiot refused to remove his hand from the handle of your suitcase.
he let out a heavy sigh, scrunching his eyes closed in annoyance before speaking again, "okay, move. i'll bring your shit upstairs."
"no, i can-"
"you can't carry all this upstairs. my mom's gonna be mad if i don't offer to help you. just let go," he muttered, pushing your hands away and somehow lifting both suitcases at once as he walked towards the stairs.
without any energy to argue with him, you just followed him upstairs, annoyed he insisted to pretend to do you a favor.
"are your parents home?", you asked, confused as to why he had been the one to open the door.
"no, they went out of town this weekend. they should be here tonight."
"why are you here?"
you knew this was his home, but it was a valid question. this had been the third time you'd spent some sort of school break at minji's house, yet jungkook had never been there during the duration of it, usually only popping up for a day or two by the end of each break.
"you mean in my house?", he chuckled sarcastically.
"you're never here- you know what i meant."
"didn't have any plans this time. why? am i ruining your break?"
the two of you finally made it to the extra guest room in minji's house, with jungkook settling your stuff on the bed and uncharacteristically taking a seat on it, as if planning to hang around. you ignored the thought and went to open your suitcase, planning to unpack a few of the things since you'd be staying for over a week.
"yeah," you deadpanned.
he scoffed, "not like i wanna spend my break with you either, princess."
groaning, you threw a folded shirt at him, "ew, i told you not to call me that."
seemingly pleased at having annoyed you, he chuckled and picked up the shirt you threw, folding it and placing it on the bed. he continued to occasionally grab one thing or another as you unpacked. you always knew jungkook to be quite fidgety, so you didn't question him grabbing your stuff to entertain himself as you unpacked.
jungkook wordlessly stayed on your bed as you went around the room organizing your stuff, attempting to ignore his presence but not entirely able to. you were willing to retain peace without complaining, but then he started making noise.
you usually didn't care for his presence too much, even as badly as the two of you got along, but the constant humming quickly got on your nerves. he hummed and hummed and did not stop even as ten minutes passed by, still taking stuff from your suitcase to fidget with. currently he was entertaining himself with a random shoe.
"jungkook! why are you still here?", you suddenly snapped, confused as to why he'd been sitting on your bed with a blank look on his face despite usually being liberal in expressing his dislike for you.
he looked at you for a few moments, no emotion on his face before speaking up.
"why don't we get along?"
"what?"
"you heard me. why don't we get along? you've been friends with my sister since childhood, but you've always hated me. why?"
"you started it," you murmured, taking the shoe he currently had in his hold and turning around to place it somewhere else.
he got up, walking over to you and turning you around by your shoulders and taking the shoe from you again, "i started it? what are you talking about? you've been rude to me since the seventh grade. i've just been returning the favor."
sighing in frustration, you grabbed shook his hands off your shoulders and stubbornly grabbed the shoe again, "why do you think that is, jungkook?"
a confused look overtook his face at your insinuation of your relationship being his fault, clearly not remembering what you were referring to.
"wha-what are you talking about?"
"god, you're such a dumbass sometimes. i mean, i assumed you didn't remember, but to have confirmation of it just kinda sucks," you chuckled bitterly.
he grabbed onto your shoulders again when you tried to walk past him, "tell me what you're talking about," he insisted.
for the most part, you didn't want to. you still felt embarrassed thinking about it, even if it had been over a decade since it had happened. to know he really didn't remember the source of your dislike for him also didn't really help matters. it just frustrated you at his presence even more.
through the years you had learned not to take the mutual banter too seriously. it was mostly lighthearted, to be honest. but any time you thought back to how it had started, you became beyond angry at the boy who was seemingly nice too all those he knew but you. sure, you had technically been the one to source this animosity, but he bad been the instigator of it after all.
you had been nine years old at the time, having recently moved into town and befriended minji. she had been your salvation, becoming instantly interested in being your friend despite you being brand new. you became quick friends, hanging out inside and outside school almost every day.
minji had the good fortune of being extremely close to her family, which allowed you to bond with them quite a lot. that was when you met her older brother, one of her favorite people in the world.
jungkook had been pure perfection in your young eyes, seeing him as unattainable at the young age of nine. he was two years your senior, which made you come to the quick realization that your crush would remain one-sided forever. except this didn't stop your naive heart to read into his nice demeanor and wishfully believe that maybe he'd like you back.
you crushed on him silently for three years, even coming to befriend him in the process. you wouldn't see him too often, but it was always nice when you did, always getting along quite well. this continued up until you hit twelve years of age, your tweenhood years. unfortunately, jungkook was now into his teens, meaning that he followed the footprints of every other man and had a short-lived phase where he was a bit insensitive to girls his age.
being completely delusional and being on your way to graduate middle school, you took a leap, deciding to invite jungkook as your date to your middle school prom. you had thought you read all the signs right, thinking that even if he rejected you, he'd still be nice enough to go with you as a friend. your hopes were completely crushed when he turned you down with zero hesitance, even patronizing you in the process.
the worst part of it all came later, when you were first entering high school. somehow a few of his friends had gotten word of the situation, dubbing you as desperate and obsessed with him. although the rumors died pretty quickly, and you were able to feign indifference to jungkook and everyone else, the seed of hate began to grow in you. little by little, you stopped speaking to jungkook altogether, eventually coming to proudly dislike him. despite minji's constant questioning about your change in demeanor towards her brother, you never told, not wanting any drift to be caused between you and minji, nor her and her brother.
the gradual change in your feelings for jungkook had been so natural that it made sense for him to not remember the source of the current state of your relationship. he had caught on naturally, simply bantering back with you whenever you gave him attitude. it was likely that he believed it all to be lighthearted at first, eventually becoming accustomed enough to it to not question it.
and now you were here, having to explain a stupid childhood heartbreak to the perpetrator of it all as he stared down at you in absolute wonder.
"eighth grade, jungkook. remember?"
he shook his head in confusion, his eyes still wide as his brain wracked itself to remember.
"the dance?"
"the dance? what dan- oh! the- the dance? that's it?"
'that's it'?
he mustve caught the look of annoyance in your face, as he quickly went to retract himself.
"fuck, wait. i didn't mean it like that, just- is that why you hate me? because i said no to you?"
you took a step away from him again, still frustrated, but his arms remained on your shoulders so you would keep looking right at him. it was awkward and extremely uncomfortable considering the context, but you didn't move away.
"it wasn't just that, jungkook," you started, "was it that horrible of a thought to go to the dance with me? i was twelve, you couldve been nicer about it. and to tell your friends about it? i was mocked for weeks after that. and now you wanna act like this is my fault? like ive just been mean to you for no reason?", you scoffed, looking at your feet in favor of not having to look at him.
"wait, who ... who made fun of you? i- i never told anyone what happened. why would i do that?"
"jungkook, stop. taehyung? jimin? they wouldn't stop bringing it up for weeks. it died down after a while, but i was already humiliated."
he shook his head and denial, seemingly at himself. finally letting go of you, he sat back on the bed, look of confusion still on his face before a lightbulb metaphorically manifested itself above his head.
"oh fuck," he muttered, "i- i remember now, but it didn't go down the way you think, okay? let me explain."
you crossed your arms and nodded, signaling for him to continue.
he uncrossed his arms, running them through his hair in a frustrated fashion before he began to explain, oddly passionate as he did so, "i told them right after it happened. i felt so bad for saying no to you, they noticed how down i was about it and asked. i swear i didnt say anything bad. fuck, i never knew they teased you about it, im so sorry," he rambled, "and i didnt- i didnt mean to make you feel bad when i said no. you're my sister's best friend and- and you were so young. i know it doesnt matter anymore, but saying yes felt wrong. it felt like id be taking advantage of you somehow."
"jungkook-"
"if it makes you feel better," he hesitated before continuing, "i, uh, i kinda had a crush on you when we were 17. i- i was going to ask you to my prom, but you picked a fight with me that day and told me to get the fuck out. thats, that's kinda when i started to hate you back," he smiled awkwardly towards the end.
that took you for a bit of a loop. you weren't a heartless asshole. it wasnt like you meant to hurt him through your dislike of him, but rather protect yourself from further rejection. it made you feel bad to know that you'd somewhat done a similar thing to him at some point, even verbally berating him time after time when his intentions hadn't been malicious.
"are you serious?"
"do you really hate me? for what i did, i mean," he interrupted.
did you? for the most part, you had just grown far too used to your animosity with jungkook. due to your own mean behavior towards him, he became equally as rude, creating a vicious cycle of disrespect between the two of you. but did you hate him?
the answer was probably not.
if you did, your heart wouldn't have jumped at the mention of him having had a crush on you back when you were seventeen.
"no, i don't hate you. do you?"
he turned to you, shaking his head, "of course not," he confirmed, "do you wanna start over?", he asked, getting up from the bed and walking over to you.
you couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden proposal. you also couldnt help in nodding in agreement, confirming that yes, you'd be willing to put aside a petty middle school misunderstanding in favor of starting over.
then he opened his arms, gesturing for a hug before asking for permission for one, "hug?"
wordlessly, you accepted the offer of a friendly hug, reasoning that it was only natural considering how touchy he was with everyone other than yourself.
when you went to pull away, his arms tightened around you, head burying itself further into your hair, "just a little longer," he murmured.
with no reason to deny him, you wrapped your arms around him once more, only letting go when he started to slowly pull away.
that's when you made the mistake of looking up at him as he attempted to make himself let go of you.
seemingly, he had made the same mistake, now locking eyes with you at a proximity far too close for two people who hated each other just mere minutes ago. stupidly enough, your eyes predictably went down to his lips, not realizing his own had done the same. the only difference was that he was far more daring than you, allowing his lips to lower down onto yours and envelop them in a soft kiss.
greedy hands dug into your hips before making their way to your waist, holding you as close to him as he could. your own hands wrapped around his shoulders, moving to play with his hair as soon as the kiss turned more heated.
moaning against him, he pulled away for a second, still keeping his lips entirely too close to your own as he breathed through his nose to calm himself down. the following kiss was even more harrowing, causing you to take a step back due to the sheer force of it. he walked you back, pressing you up against the nearest wall as he took advantage of being able to crowd you, allowing his hands to get a feel of your body as you kissed.
despite how pathetically you followed his lips, he still pulled away, throwing his shirt off before going back to kissing you, letting his hands wander underneath your own shirt as he did so. his hands dug deep under your shirt, feeling up your bare breasts and groaning at the lack of bra.
gradually, his lips made their way to your ear and then down your neck, murmuring against your skin.
"fuck, so fucking pretty ... and so needy for me, huh? sound so good moaning for me like that," he breathed against you.
you burned up, embarrassed by how easily he had an effect on you, but you still let him do whatever he wanted, knowing that nothing you did would prevent your body from wanting his touch.
throwing off your shirt, his lips trailed down even further south, latching onto your nipples and groaning into your skin at the way you arched your body, pressing up even closer to him.
but suddenly there was a shift.
jungkook halted his movements, making his way back up to your lips and locking them with his own in a heavy and greedy kiss, resulting in a lack of breath from both of you. against your lips, he whispered something that made your knees buckle.
"i'm gonna pay you back for all those times you were mean to me, baby," his lips moved to your ear, chuckling at your anticipatory shudder, "gonna do whatever i want with this pretty body, yeah?"
nodding pathetically, you gave way for him to do anything he wanted. already drenched, there was no way you could possibly formulate any words that didn't come out as an embarrassing whine. he seemed to enjoy this too, holding a pleased smirk in his face as he easily dragged you over to the bed, pushing off your suitcase and dropping you on it with a bounce.
before you could even think, jungkook had already thrown off his shoes and undone his pants, his hands coming to do the same to you. your shaky hands attempted to help him, but he simply tsk'd at you, letting you know that he'd take care of everything tonight. everything, he emphasized.
"oh, fuck," he groaned once you were fully nude, "this is all mine now, yeah? fuck, been waiting for years for you to stop being a brat and let me have this pretty body all to myself," he kissed your lips between each sentence, "might lose control at how gorgeous and mine it is ..." he murmured as his hands took their rightful place exploring your body.
"kook-" you whined, already wanting him to do something â anything.
"shh, baby," he coo'd, "i'm gonna do whatever i want. and you're gonna take it like a good girl, okay? gonna behave for me for once."
fully crawling on top of you, jungkook went back to making out with you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began humping against your already soaked cunt.
groaning, he pulled away for a second in favor of nibbling softly at your lip, "oh, this pretty pussy's so fucking soaked already ... thought you hated me, baby, what happened?" he chuckled darkly, giving you no room to answer before shoving his tongue in your mouth.
just as his tongue attempted to suck all air out of you, his hand suddenly snuck between your bodies, finding your cunt with ease and beginning to drag his fingers up and down your folds, not giving you want you needed.
"pretty fucking pussy," he murmured, "gonna play with your clit now, baby. it's gonna cry for me by the time im done."
his fingers found your clit almost immediately, taking turns in rubbing teasing circles over it and hammering in and out of your cunt. he swallowed every single moan, groaning against your lips any time your cries went so high they went straight to his cock.
"that good, pretty? so good that you have to cry for more? oh, baby. you're so lucky this pussy's so fucking cute. lucky i cant control myself around you ..."
"f-faster, please ..."
"faster? oh, like this?", his fingers slowed down drastically, barely stimulating you at all as you cried and clawed at his back, whining for more than he seemed willing to give you.
"n-no! please, just- just wanna cum, kookie. please?"
his fingers curled entirely too well at your cry of his nickname, even making him groan when he felt your own reaction to his fingers. it was clear he liked you crying out for him, so the more you did it, the more of his fingers he gave you, leading you to the verge of an orgasm.
afraid he'd try and deny you just for sadistic means, you cried for him prematurely, begging him to let you cum.
"kookie, p-please, please let me cum, i-i'll do anything. i'll give you anything, just, fuck, please!"
there was not a single care in you about how pathetic and out of character you sounded, not when jungkook's wasnt faring any better at the effect your desperation had on him.
"cum. cum for me, baby. wanna feel that cunt cream around my fingers so i can fill it back up with my own, okay? be good for me and- fuck, and cum ..." as much as he wanted to be in charge and show a dominant side to him, your cunt just kept dragging his fingers back in, making him feel a carnal need to steal your orgasm all for himself and many others after this one.
your hand wrapped around his free wrist, needing it as support as an otherworldly orgasm took over you. back arching and eyes rolling back, you became a sight that jungkook had only ever seen in his most depraved of dreams about you. he was surprised at his cock not bursting upon such an arousing view, making him realize that he needed to fuck you as soon as posible before losing his mind.
despite talking you through your orgasm, jungkook still gave you no time to recover before shoving his tongue in your mouth and grabbing his dick to drag up and down your sensitive folds.
crying against him, you attempted to push him away at first, feeling too sensitive for immediate stimulation, but your body gave up quickly after, melting into the overload of pleasure. tears crowded in your eyes, but your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, needing more of that pressure against your cunt.
taking the hint and far too horny to drag this out any longer, he pushed inside you, groaning against you at the feeling of finally being wrapped around your warmth.
"it's so fucking wet ... oh, fuck. you wanted this so bad, didnt you, baby? fucking soaked and just pulling me in ... it's so- so tight n warm n perfect for me," he babbled, lost in pleasure.
jungkook's hips were restless against yours, an insatiable desire to chase for his pleasure taking over him as the sound of skin slapping made him dizzy. the occasional babble accompanied by a pitiful hiccup that came out of you did not help his situation, making him fear that he might cum before you.
"let- let me just get my finger there- yeah, fuck. just gonna rub that tiny little clit, okay? shit, you just tightened around my cock so fucking good ..." he groaned, thumb circling your clit to accelerate your orgasm.
"g-gonna, fuck, gonna cum ... p-please ... with me? cum with me?" you begged, barely able to get a single coherent word out while jungkook showed no mercy against you.
nodding, he kissed you, promising he'd cum â begging you to cum. counting you down, he whispered against your ear while his hips stuttered messily against your own, now completely overtaken by both yours and his orgasm.
the sounds shared between the two of you were nothing short of shameful, consisting of whines and cries filled with desperation. it was a depraved scene only meant for the two of you to enjoy.
pulling out of you proved to be a challenge, as jungkook would happily remained inside you until his last breath, but the thought of holding you innocently in his arms as you caught your breath was something he did not want to miss out on.
and so he held you against him, crowding your face against his chest so you could lay your head right by his heart.
"that was-"
"yeah," he breathed with a chuckle before turning to you with a boyish smile on his face, "i have a confession to make."
you turned around too, unable to not match his smile, "what is it?"
"i lied earlier. i, uh, i did like you when you were seventeen, but ... i kinda still like you."
it was impossible not to feel your face warm up at this, scrunching up your nose at how cutely he had confessed, "what if i said it was mutual?"
his smile somehow got bigger at that, "then i'd say i'm gonna have to steal you away from my sister," he pulled you into his chest again, enjoying the vibrations of your laugh.
a/n: this was rushed and not proofread sorry</3
#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts x reader#bts imagine#bts oneshot#bts scenario#jungkook x reader#jungkook fanfic#jungkook scenarios#jungkook imagine#jungkook smut
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Not me hitting tag limit kjhggfggjk.
Congrats on 3k!! You deserve it sooo muchđ
If you have the time (and only if you have the time!) I would like to request a sort of a short bullet point fic. Or more so just your thoughts on the following: moving in with seventeen. Who is the one that labels every box? Who will live out of moving boxes for the next year. And yeah, just overall the vibes of new beginnings and promisesđ¶âđ«ïž
Pls only do write something if any of this inspires anything, if not pls don't feel burdened to write anyway!
I love your writing, so once again: congrats on the succesđ
seungcheol thinks it's one huge adventure. yes, he will be the person lifting the stupidly heavy boxes at the store. yes, he will make it a competition to build furniture as fast as possible (and race to take it all apart when you discover the desk legs are all different lengths because someone thought he could figure it out without the manual). even among the graveyard of boxes and bubble wrap and those huge styrofoam slabs he keeps chasing you with, seungcheol is happiest to lay with you on your bare, naked mattress (because he forgot to order sheets). he's planning what pictures of the two of you he wants to put on the walls. this is the first time he's owned a welcome mat and he's not even mad about it. it's all yours, together, and there's no bigger adventure than that.
his walk-in closet. bowls the perfect size for a portion of ramen, plus an egg. the lego taj mahal with two pieces missing that he insists will turn up sometime. these are some of the things jeonghan's not sure he can bring to your new apartment. it's not that he doesn't want to move in with you--he just doesn't know if he can. hell, you kissed him for the first time on the tiny futon in his living room, and he just learned it's too small for your new place. it's not until he watches you, later that day, play jenga with the toiletries on his bathroom counter because there's never been enough space for the two of you, that he realizes maybe it isn't such a bad thing to try something new. he imagines leaning you against a new sink, with that carrara marble you've been talking about, and he might even say he's looking forward to it.
you don't think there's a day you haven't seen joshua on zillow. look at my pinterest board, he'd say, and you wouldn't have it in you to ask how the hell you're affording that couch or if you really need a salt lamp that badly. you've lost count of the times your thursday nights consisted of a: your favorite chinese takeout and b: watching celebrity architectural digest videos. but joshua can't help it--to him, there's really nothing that would make him happier than waking up next to you in a bed you picked together. now if it was a midcentury modern canopy bed? even better. he can't wait to use his fancy little espresso machine to make your morning latte and grab your coat from the rack you got from that shop in LA before he kisses you before you head off to work. but they're all just things (pretty, shiny ones, albeit)--more ways he can show you the love you deserve.
junhui loves a good open house. early on in your relationship, you would dress to the nines before pretending to shop for a mansion you could never afford. junhui would comment on the door handles and the crown molding like he was a property brother, and then you'd finish the night off making out in the mcdonald's drive-thru. things are a little different now that you actually can afford a home. what if you end up not liking it? will you get tired of the wallpaper? will the closet be big enough? but surprisingly, none of this seems to matter when you walk into the house. (what's on your mind? you ask him. n-nothing, he says.) but he's really thinking about feeding you in that kitchen and spending the morning looking out those bay windows. how beautiful you'll look greeting him from that front door. needless to say, he's sold.
you find soonyoung hiding in the kitchen at your housewarming party. just an hour earlier, he was dumping cans of sparkling water in the jungle juice to make it more "adult" (as if it would erase the fact that an entire bottle of everclear had already disappeared into the mix). the hour before that, he was cleaning like a madman despite there not being much to clean yet. he held the duster the wrong way and you think he got more windex on the ceiling than on the windows. darling, what's wrong? you ask. his little, drunken hands wrap around yours so he can bring them to his cheeks. i just realized this is all ours. like, all of it, he wails, teary, and you realize he is far too many drinks down. it's only after you've sent him to bed with a water and a kiss that you really think about what he said. the hardwood floors, the duvet, the misshapen tiger plushie on the couch, him--all ours.
wonwoo is not an easy person to live with. the first three things he unpacked were, in order, his table, his first monitor, then his second monitor. then he ruined your perfectly curated aesthetic with his neon red keyboard and a gaming chair that would make any interior designer cry. the final straw is when wonwoo manages to kill the one and only houseplant you have, the single thing holding your home decor together. but he's trying, he really is. he's bought a silly little throw blanket for your couch (aren't the tassels fun? he says, wiggling the fabric between his hands). his ugly lamp has been replaced by a strange glowing cat light and there's a sticker on his computer tower. he buys a succulent and you have a little naming ceremony in your kitchen. and it lives, against all odds!
jihoon doesn't know the difference between a chaise and a sectional. cherry and mahogany look the same to him. and god forbid you ask him to choose between terrazzo and subway tile because he really thinks both of them look good and, no, he's not just saying that to make your life harder. jihoon isn't good at the hgtv stuff, but he's happy to move all the boxes. it's only when he's unpacking said boxes that he finally gets it. (the vase that came with the first bouquet of flowers he bought you. the record player you got him for your first anniversary, now fingerprinted, well-loved. matching valentine's day teddy bears, worn and baby pink.) you're standing on a stool stacked on top of another stool trying to hang a poster, and this is what home looks like.
seokmin wants to live in the ikea showrooms. you can't blame him--sometimes, when there's nothing better to do, you'll spend your afternoon in a bedroom that's not yours. seokmin will try on the lumpy blazer from the closet, and you'll beckon him to your sprawling king size bed, the one sat next to the painted on windows and floating shelves. honey, come to dinner, you'd say. he'll peek over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle, and you open the lid to a big, steaming pot of nothing. micke or lagkapten? you ask, completely unseriously. but he's thinking about it, really thinking about it. in his mind, he's building a home together, silly furniture piece by piece, counting down to the days when you really can agonize over plants and how many drawers you want in a desk.
when you got the keys to your new place, mingyu insisted you eat jajangmyeon to commemorate move-in day. unfortunately, he failed to account for the series of delays that led to you having absolutely no furniture to move in on said move-in day. but mingyu is nothing if not a man with a plan, so he runs to the store and buys the cheapest assortment of kitchen tools and ingredients for the world's most unlikely dinner. we really don't have to do this, you laugh, the backs of your legs cold on the kitchen counter. but i want to, he insists, holding out a spoon for you to taste. we have to christen the apartment. you eventually do christen it the right way (involving: lots of tongue, even more laughter), but you might prefer, just a tiny bit, the night you sat on the empty kitchen floor and fed mingyu out of a pan.
minghao has rearranged the living room four times now. every time you walk in, it feels like you've entered someone else's house. it doesn't look right, he says, hands on his hips like his life depended on it. you don't know how to tell him they all look right, every single version. in the first version, all cardboard furniture and plastic wrap, you gave up on deciphering the wifi setup and built a fort instead. the second involved an ottoman in the walkway, which you almost immediately stubbed your toe on (and laughed so hard you cried). in the third, the couch faced away from the adjoining room, and you accidentally spooked minghao so badly he almost broke his knitting needles. but it's all perfect, every iteration, because you're doing it together--a hypothesis he's more willing to believe when you shut him up with a kiss.
don't look now, but seungkwan is buying another doodad at your local sunday swap meet. it's a small painted figurine of a bear in a nightcap, which he simply points to and says that's me. you don't have it in you to mention the fact that you're currently unpacking his seemingly never-ending assortment of doodads and you couldn't possibly know where one more would go. it's only when you're getting ready for bed that you catch the little bear in the glow of the alarm clock light. there's already a turtle with a hat in the medicine cabinet (jeju, last summer). on top of the fridge, a woodcarving that says EAT. (tj maxx, 2 years ago. it still makes you laugh). even though you just moved, all these little seungkwan-isms make home a little more home.
you wouldn't call vernon a planner. his version of housewarming is watching you play the sims. but real life doesn't have nearly as much poolside drama or five story houses--just packing peanuts and 50 page appliance manuals. aren't boxes just drawers? vernon asked you one day. no, but that's how it always starts. two weeks after move-in, vernon cooks you breakfast with a pan procured from a cardboard box. by three weeks, you know the exact box everything is in. (you still haven't been able to find vernon's avril lavigne let go album, though.) it's only when you're eating dinner on top of the box that your dining table is in when you say, vernon, baby, i think we need to actually move in. he takes one look at you, who's wearing mismatched socks and his boxers because your shorts are underneath the tv box, and his smile nearly splits his cheeks. yeah, i think so too.
if you had asked chan what his dream house looked like, he would say it had a wraparound porch, a white picket fence, and a pool. your new apartment has none of those things. the length of your bedroom is a little more than one and a half times the length of his body and he's not even that tall. if he looks out the window he can see right into his neighbor's apartment (three cats and no bitches. almost like he's living next to wonwoo). and his feet stick out of the tub. but he's learning how to live in small spaces. he likes the squeeze of your bathroom, how you have to sit on the counter if you want to both brush your teeth together. he likes the bump of your elbows when you wash the dishes together. most of all, he likes falling asleep with you slotted to his side--even in your tiny bed, he wouldn't mind having you a little closer.
#seventeen fluff#lily <3#oh i am so all over the place after reading this#why would you make me yearn like this?#bye i knew as soon as i read cheol's that these would destroy me#he would be the type to show off trying lift the heaviest boxest and make unpacking a (loving) contest#from one competitive person to another i get him though#why did jeonghan's make me so emotional#oh the type of love that pushes you out of your comfort zone </3 lily you are so evil for this#reading these made me realise that i am in fact josh lmao#shoutout to teenage me and my 600 pinterest boards with my dream homes and aesthetics lmao#kkjhggffghjk ngl soonyoung's might be my favourite or atleast among my favourites#i can *see* his flushed teary eyed face clear as day in my mind#gah him caring so much about your shared home and making sure it stays preserved đ„ș#i am also wonwoo kjhhggjk listen i think the clashing aesthetics could be cute!!!#JIHOON'S IS ALSO ONE OF MY FAVOURITES PLEASE GOD I LOVE THE TYPES OF PEOPLE WHO KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT SOMETHING BUT DO EARNESTLY TRY TO#PARTAKE AND SHARE THEIR OPINIONS#i also want to say i love how you've injected their personalities into all of these#like yeah i can totally see seokmin being the type to goofily roleplay coming home tp you and mingyu being the type to pout and make sure#you two break in your apartment âproperlyâ lol#minghao just gave me flashbacks to my mother kkjhgffhkk the way our living room layout would change monthly#SEUNGKWAN'S#i love love people who inject themselves and what they love into their homes#i am actually a mixture of him wonwoo and josh somehow#bye why would you make Vernon's so domestic and soft and loving? I AM LONELY LILY YOU DON'T NEED TO ADD SALT TO THE WOUND yada yada i love#people who love each other simply existing with each other yada yada#i just want you to know dino's almost made me cry#i feel so much for him it's so fucking embarrassing#anyways our home has flaws but they don't matter because they make it unique and ours and everything is okay because it's the home we share#WHAT. IF. I. JUST. FUCKING. DIE?
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the break up of the century - (l.norris, no 4)
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pairing: lando norris (no.4) x fem! singer! reader
summary: you and lando break up on horrible terms, can a new album and a special performance bring you back together? is that even what you two want?
7.6k + words, brief fade-to-black smut, fluff, mainly angst :)
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You werenât sure how it happened, one moment you were on stage, the next, you were crying in your dressing room, hating every single thing about your life. Funny how one moment leads into the next, right?Â
Y/n Y/l/n. Household name at the age of 19. Now, 23. Fans impatiently awaiting your next album, the album you hated, and now on a world tour that is sucking the life from your body.Â
Sounds like you have it all.Â
The money, the fame, the clothes, the boys, the voice. Itâs all youâve ever dreamed of. And now it means nothing, because you have it. And itâs nowhere near as good as you wanted it to be.
Youâd always been told of the horror stories of fame taking more than it gave, and you always brushed it off with a smile and a âthatâll never happen to meâ. Low and behold, youâve had 4 stalkers in 2 years, 3 lawsuits against you from old record companies that dropped you, 2 grammys, and 1 ridiculously public break-up with he-who-shall-not-be-named.Â
Having it all really means having too much to think about, and too much to deal with. You wouldâve preferred to just go to university like all your friends. Be young. Make mistakes. But those were luxuries you took for granted, and now youâre paying the price.Â
âY/n?â Sasha, your manager called from outside. âWe have the meet and greet.â
And then there was your fans. They were great, obviously, but they were also very hyper teenagers and young adults that paid a lot of money to see you, and it made you feel even worse about not being 100%. At least youâd cut ticket prices down by 50% in meetings, meaning they were much cheaper than any other artist at the moment. At least you could do that for your fans.Â
You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your eyes on the sleeve of your dress.Â
âDo you need your makeup touched up?â
âYes,â you answered, voice hoarse. âHow many more shows?âÂ
âThis was your 97th. You have 53 left.â
âFuck!â You groaned. âFuck this.â
âYou have the British Gran Prix tomorrow, you have to make an appearance, alright? Iâm sending Maria in to fix your makeup,â Sasha was trying to pity you, but she also had a job to do, which you understood.Â
âThanks Sash,â you sighed as Maria came in.Â
âHey babe,â she smiled softly, sympathy and pity shown in her eyes.Â
âHi,â you sniffled, wiping your last tear away.Â
âLetâs get you fixed up, yeah?â She started unpacking her bag with all your makeup as you nodded, turning to face her. âYouâre amazing. You were so pretty tonight.â
You somehow didnât scoff in her face. âThanks.â
âI know you donât believe me,â she sighed. âI canât even understand why. Youâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
You hiccupped, the tears threatening to pour again as you thought about him.Â
âYouâre the most beautiful girl in the world.â
Stop thinking about him. You told yourself. Heâs in the past.
But he wasnât in the past, how could he be when he was always on your fucking feed with his new girlfriend. Allison and Lando, what a beautiful couple. More like a bunch of crap. They werenât real, everyone knew it was just pr, especially considering that she was promoting her new racing movie. You had no idea why they even tried to keep up the charade. They didnât even look good together.Â
Alas, they were together, and you werenât anymore.Â
And you were going to be reminded of it every single second of the next day.Â
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You pressed your entry card to the barrier and walked through as cameras flashed and you smiled one of your best fake smiles.
âY/n!â Oscar smiled, walking up and hugging you. You knew everyone, and you started to feel embarrassed about everything. This was his workplace, and you had to be here to do press and sing a song you didnât want to sing.
Bullshit.
âHey Osc,â you smiled, hugging him back.Â
âYou look so wonderful today,â he smiled, taking your hand instead. He led you to the McLaren paddock as you two chatted about tour and races. You asked about Miami, and Oscar answered. âIt was the best day of his life- his words!âÂ
âMeeting you was the best day of my life. Thatâll never change.â
Oh. I guess it changed.Â
âHow's the tour? It looks amazing!â He cheered as you two entered the paddock. Mechanics and engineers greeting and hugging you as you went through and lied about how âamazingâ the tour is.Â
âY/n!â Zak cheered. âMy favourite girl!â
He pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, and you hugged back. It felt good to be back, and to still have so many people still like you. âHi Zak.â
âI missed you so much! Please tell me that awful Allison girl is gone and you and Lan are back? Sheâs driving me crazy,â he scoffed.
âNo, Iâm just here to do some press with Ferrari,â you chuckled. âBut I couldnât pass up the opportunity to come see my favourite CEO.â
He sighed but nodded, knowing that Lando had the board cut you off the âinfluencer listâ when you two broke up. âWell, once you know that youâre my favourite.â
âYouâre my favourite too,â you smiled. âDonât tell anyone.â
âLips are sealed,â he smiled and moved on, going about his various duties. For a moment you looked around the paddock you had known so well and felt your heart ache a little. You loved Lando, you still loved Lando. You loved McLaren, and you loved the people here, yet you didnât get to see them anymore because of the stupid fucking tour. This tour was ruining your life. You didnât talk to family, or friends, you and Lando had broken up, you werenât eating or sleeping, you always felt sick, you were rarely allowed to speak during the day so you could âconserveâ your voice for shows.Â
But the worst part was that nobody noticed.Â
âHe's right yâknow,â Oscar smiled. âWe all miss you. Even Lando.â
âLando is with Allison. He has no reason to miss me.â
Oscar raised an eyebrow. âAll they do is fight.â
âSo? Thatâs what Lando and I did for weeks.â
âBut it was different. You two were in a bad situation, but you loved each other, so the fights meant something. Allison and Lan are just wrong for each other, theyâre fighting to fight.â
You groaned, sitting on the bench and resting your head in your hands. âWhen did you become a philosopher?â
Oscar laughed, and placed a hand on your back. âIâve always been this philosophical, you were just too busy to notice.âÂ
âShut up,â you chuckled, pushing him off.Â
âAll Iâm saying is that you should talk to him, thatâs all,â he shrugged, walking away from you and further into the paddock.Â
âY/n.â
Your head snapped up, so hard it hurt. There he was. Lando. For the first time in months. With Allison. And a dog.
Oh.Â
âHi,â you smiled, standing up. It was a puppy, a jack-russell terrier, the kind youâd always wanted. The kind like your childhood dog. Great, now they stole your dog breed. âNice to see you.â
âI didnât know you would be here,â he said bluntly. âWhat are you doing here?â
âPress for Ferrari. Oscar just⊠brought me in to say hi to everyone. So, hi. And now Iâll take my leave,â you smiled, then started to try and walk off. But Allison clearly had other plans, since she stuck out her hand for a âhandshakeâ that conveniently stopped you from walking off.Â
âAllison,â she smirked. âAnd this is Mila.â
You stared blankly at Lando for a moment. Seriously? Heâd taken the dog breed and what youâd agreed to be the name of your first child? Give me a break.Â
âY/n,â you shook her hand. âAnd I have to go, bye and good luck today.â
Thank god Ferrari was on the other side of the fucking track.Â
âY/n!â Charles cheered, hugging you close. Youâd been getting closer with Charles since your split with Lando and his split with his ex had happened within a week of each other. âHow are you?â
You took a deep breath. âIâm fine, tired.â
âI have been seeing the tour, it looks great!â he smiled, pulling back.Â
âThanks Charles, it was amazing to see you, but I better go. I have to-â
âSing the new song? Yes! I can't wait,â he cheered. You mustered up a small smile, and left him alone.Â
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Sasha came and found you in the bathroom an hour later. âY/n?â She was frantic, and stressed, so you just decided to give up and show yourself.Â
âYeah?â
âItâs time, come on,â she sighed. âI know this is hard-â
âHow could you know itâs fucking hard? My entire life is in shambles and Iâm supposed to be happy about it because Iâm a âsuperstarâ what the fuck does that even mean? My boyfriend broke up with me because of this tour, and I thought I was going to marry him. Isnât that insane? Isnât that fucking crazy? And the worst part is, that I canât even stop if I want to. Iâm not allowed to stop. Sasha, how could you ever understand how hard this is for me? Iâm 22. I should be in college, having fun. But instead Iâm about to sing a song I donât like or care about, in my ex-boyfriends workplace. Does that sound like fun to you, Sasha?âÂ
Her face was blank, stoic, unmoving. âLetâs go, you have soundcheck.â
You just followed her. Sasha was good at that, good at making you feel small, making you feel like a nuisance. The stage was big, bigger than most of your stadiums, but you didnât care. You just had to get through it.Â
âHave you eaten?â
âFeel sick,â you replied. âNo thanks.â
Sasha sighed. âYouâre going to faint one day.â
âLetâs hope I never wake up,â you replied dryly. Sasha scoffed and walked on, showing you the layout of the stage. You followed and asked questions, getting into âwork modeâ, and warming up your voice as you went along. A small crowd of the driverâs was gathering, even Lando was standing there, front row, just like he used to.Â
You wanted to punch him, in all honesty. How could someone do that? He had no fucking right to stand there and watch you sing. He should be with Allison.Â
âStart when youâre ready,â Sasha called and you nodded.Â
The music started, and you were off. When the music started, you became someone else. You were moving around, laughing with your band, smiling. It was nice. Even if you hated the tour, you felt free on stage. Even if the song was sad.Â
âChampagne problemsâ, youâd written it right after your break up with Lando, it was new, and it had just been released. It had become the top of the charts in 15 countries. It would be on your next album,Â
âWhat if it doesnât get easier like everybody says?â, and it was your most raw album. It was clearly all about your break up with Lando, there was no denying that.Â
The song ended and the entire track clapped. You stopped moving when you spotted Landoâs parents, and you realised very quickly that you had to get out of there.Â
You ran to the Ferrari hospitality, did some promos for your next album with them, and suddenly it was time to sing for real. The stands were full, the microphone was on, and the spotlight was on you.Â
âHi everyone,â you smiled, and the crowd erupted in cheering. âHow are we feeling today?â
You had worn a short red dress, for Ferrari, and it was sparkling in the late afternoon sunshine. Everyone could see how beautiful you looked. Your hair perfectly styled, your makeup flawless, your beautiful face.Â
Lando was entranced.Â
You started singing and you sounded like an angel, truely. Lando had always thought you sounded otherworldly. He knew it was about him. He knew heâd fucked up. He knew he missed you. He knew it was too late, and that was the worst part.Â
âThank you so much for coming out and listening to my dumb sad song,â you chuckled as the crowd cheered. âBut I have something else for you,â you were cut off by excited fans. I have something just a little bit happier, itâs called âLoverâ. Please enjoy!â
Lando watched you as you danced around the stage, and he felt something dark growing in his stomach. You werenât talking about him. It was someone new. You were seeing someone new.Â
You couldnât be seeing someone new, youâd been in a new city every few days. You couldnât make it work with him, you were never on your phone, so it couldnât be online. How did this happen?
You finished your song, and you left the stage. You fell into a chair and passed out. Maybe not eating was a bad idea? Probably.Â
âY/n,â Sasha shook you awake. âSomeoneâs here to see you.â
âI feel like shit-â
âWe all do. Letâs go.â
And you followed. Because you had to. What else were you supposed to do but follow? Was this your life now? Taking orders and following them.Â
âNow, you have to be nice to everyone, even Lando and Allison, alright?â she turned to you, stopping in front of the door.Â
âI really donât feel well,â you tried to protest. âCan I grab something to eat first?â
She rolled her eyes. âItâll be 15 minutes, youâll survive,â she sighed, opened the door, and pushed you into the room.
The drivers and their partners all cheered, happy to see you back in the paddock.Â
âY/n! I missed you so much!â Carmen immediately pulled you into a hug.
âI missed you too,â you smiled, even if it was forced. You needed to sit down, you needed a drink, and you needed to be alone.Â
âSome pretty amazing songs!â George cheered, patting you on the back.Â
âThanks George,â you smiled. Soon you were all sitting on the various couches and chatting, even if you didnât speak. Landoâs eyes were glued to his hands as Allisonâs eyes were glued to you. She was practically sitting on him, on the verge of straddling him if you looked in their direction again. She didnât know it, but you were looking at the door behind them, wondering when youâd be called. It had surpassed the 15 minute mark, and you felt yourself getting more and more faint as time went on.Â
âY/n?â Allison cut across Daniel chatting to you about your latest show in Manchester, remembering a story of the two of you when you were there, and telling it to the group. âHowâs the tour going?â
You cleared your throat. âWell, thanks,â you smiled shyly.Â
âSo the rumours that you havenât been performing to your full capabilities aren't true? Like Iâve heard youâve been lip syncing,â she smirked as the rest of the drivers and wags just looked at her with disgust. Oscar rolled his eyes. Heâd been sick of her for weeks, and he was usually quite good with people he didnât like, but he hated her. So did Lily.Â
You gulped. âI donât lip sync, but obviously 97 shows in 113 days is quite a lot for my voice, so I donât always sing my super vocally- challenging songs every night or else Iâd have to go on vocal rest all the time,â you explained, feeling the change in energy in the room.Â
âAnd that would just be horrible, right guys?â She turned to Lando with a smirk on her face, but he was just looking down, embarrassed by her. âIâm a huge fan of your music, how much of it is about Lando?-â
âWhat the fuck?â George stood up with Carmen by his side. âAllison, what is your problem with her?â
âItâs just a question!â Allison defended as Lando got up and left. She looked a lot less imposing with Lando gone. âHeâs my boyfriend now!â
âYeah, we wish he wasnât,â Lewis said under his breath.
âGuys, itâs fine,â you just wanted to leave. âSome of my songs are, because I like to put my feelings into music, right? But not all of them, because my life doesnât revolve around Lando, it never did. I am more than my relationships, and youâd do good to remember that for yourself. Donât let love become who you are, it doesnât end well.â
With that, you got up and left. You didnât care anymore. You didnât care if Sasha screamed at you, you didnât care if they all came running after you.Â
It was done. You and Lando were over. Was it your choice? No. Was it a choice you had to deal with? Yes. His choice. Yet, everyone had looked to you for answers. âWhat happened?â âWas it going downhill?â or your personal favourite; âDid he get bored?â.
You didnât know. All you knew was that one moment, you were with him, and the next you werenât.Â
You ran to your dressing room and lay down, eating some random snacks you found. You felt better after eating, you felt-
Knock knock.Â
âCome in!â You called, not caring much about who it was.
âHi,â Landoâs voice was small and quiet.Â
You sat up, staring at him.Â
âBeautiful songs,â he smiled softly. âMissed hearing you sing.â
You nodded. âGood luck today.â
âThanks,â he sighed. âI'm sorry about Allison, sheâs the fucking worst.âÂ
You chuckled softly. âIâm sorry youâre dating her.â
He cracked a soft smile, then it fell. âWhoâs the new lucky guy for you?â He watched as your face fell.Â
âNo⊠no new guy, just an old one I wrote back at the start of⊠usâŠâ you trailed off.Â
His heart was shattering, watching you be treated like this. Watching from afar as you lost your mind, lost your life, over a fucking tour. He saw the soulless look in your eyes, the dropped weight, the dampened smiles, all of it. He was shocked that other people couldnât see it too. Heâd regretted breaking up with you since the moment he did it. He was haunted by the way you begged him to stay, and he questioned how heâd ever said no to you. How was he so blind-sighted? How did he not see how much pressure you were under? How did he not see that he was what was keeping you above ground?Â
âOh,â he breathed out.Â
You took a deep breath. âIâm releasing an album soon, and a lot of the songs are about our relationship,â you explained hesitantly. âI wanted to offer you a chance to listen to it before it goes out, just as a⊠heads-up? In case youâre worried about whatâs on it.â
God, punching him square in the face would hurt less than watching you feel awkward around him. He cleared his throat. âOh ummâŠyeah. Iâd like that. Thank you.â
You nodded and got up, taking a cd out of your backpack. âHere you go. Sorry again, about⊠everything.âÂ
âIâm sorry too,â he nodded. âSo, are you leaving now orâŠ?â
âNo, Iâm holding the chequered flag today, so Iâll be up at race control,â you explained, trying to look anywhere other than him. âAnd Iâm handing off the 1st place trophy.â
âMaybe Iâll be first to see you,â he chuckled.Â
âMaybe,â you shrugged.Â
âThe tour looks⊠awful. Iâm sorry I didnât believe you,â he spoke after a minuteâs silence.Â
You just shrugged. âNot your fault,â you lied.Â
He knew this was when he was meant to leave, but he wasnât sure when you two would be in the same room again. He didnât know when heâd see you again, so he took a moment to fully take you in. âYou were really incredible today. You sounded like an-â
âAngel? Thanks Lando, see you soon,â you nodded, finishing the compliment you always used to get from him. He nodded and left, realising he had no more time.Â
When the door closed you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding. How could he do that? How could he stand there and be nice to you, after what he said that night? After what he fucking put you through?
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Weeks of complaining from him, blaming you for his performance in races, telling you that you needed to be there for him, not calling you back, not texting back, not listening when you told him about how awful everything was going.Â
âIâm sorry Lan, I know how hard this is. Itâs hard for me too-â
âHow the fuck can you say that? Youâre the one who choose to do this, you fucking decided to tear us apart! This is all your fault, and youâre telling me itâs âhardâ for you. What is hard for you? Spending all your time with adoring fans? Being on stage and living your dreams? Being away from me?â
âLan, you know better than anyone that I didnât want this tour to happen,â you cried. Even then, even 48 shows in, you were being driven crazy. You were exhausted, you missed home, and you missed Lando. âI had no choice-â
âYou had every fucking choice! And donât give me that fucking bullshit about your label forcing you, we both know thatâs a fucking lie!â he shouted. You hated it when he shouted, when anyone shouted. He had no fucking right to speak to you like that. You didnât want this to happen, you had no say, you just had a contract and an incompetent lawyer to thank.
âI donât know what you want me to say to that,â you shrugged, your voice breaking. âI love you, and I miss you. We can make this work Lan, I just need time to figure it out, alright? I just need time-â
âYeah? Well Iâve given you all the time I have to give. Weâre done, I bet I could find a million girls just like you, girls who would actually take my feelings into account before she made huge life decisions!â he scoffed.
âLando, please donât do this. I-I donât know what- I- Lan please, I need you,â you pleaded. âIâm trying my best I swear-â
âYour best isnât good enough.â
And he hung up.
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The fallout of your relationship didnât exactly go great either. A day later your feed was flooded with pictures of Lando out with someone else. One day later.Â
What the fuck? Didnât he care? Didnât he love you?
Well, apparently not.Â
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Lando knew he wouldnât see you again for months. This was his only fucking chance to speak to you, to see you, and instead, he stayed in his driverâs room listening to the heart-wrentching songs youâd written about him. God, if he thought âchampagne problemsâ was devastating, âcowboy like meâ was worse. It was a long album, almost 2 hours long. It spanned your entire relationship, starting out, your first date, your grammy win, his podiums, the hate you two got, the start of the fighting, the end of the relationship, and the after. It was awful reliving it from your perspective, especially since you had tried to tell him, and every time heâd pick a fight.Â
âLando?â Oscarâs voice came from outside his door. âAllisonâs looking for you.â
âTell her to piss off!â
âYou can do that, mate,â he scoffed and walked off, into his own driverâs room.Â
âLan?â Her voice rang out, and he wanted to scream. He had put himself in this position, he knew it, but it was still difficult to fully self-actualise his own shortcomings.Â
âWhat?â he groaned, opening the door.Â
âThe other girls are excluding me,â she pouted.Â
âI wonder why,â Lando rolled his eyes. âThey love Y/n.â
Her face fell into a frown. âBut you love me, so they should love me. They keep going off to find her and talk to her, and any time I try to tell them that Iâm uncomfortable around her, they tell me not to come.â
âI donât know what you want me to do,â he sighed.Â
âTalk to their boyfriends, ask them to include me!â
âBabe, I have a fucking race today, please leave me alone,â he sighed. He pushed past her to walk to the paddock, knowing he just had to keep his head down and race today, he just had to do the one thing he was good at.Â
âWell, what am I supposed to do for the rest of the day?âÂ
âI donât know,â he grunted, and moved on. The garage was somehow too loud yet not loud enough to drown out the negative thoughts in his head. Recent months had been difficult. Races were taking more and more out of him, he was lonely, and if he wasnât training or racing, he was looking at old photos of you or watching the tour. He could see how you deflated as you left the stage, how upset you looked going on stage. It was all a terrible reminder of how selfish heâd been. How hadnât he seen it? Why didnât he listen?Â
He remembered telling Max what had happened. Heâd gotten so angry, begging him to call you back and apologise. Heâd been so blindsighted, he wouldnât listen to Max. Why was Max always right?
âYou good?â Oscar asked, a hand on his shoulder to drag him out of his thousand-yard stare.Â
Lando sighed. âGood,â he lied, and it wasnât convincing. Everyone knew what you were to him. You grounded him, you knew him, every single part of him. You loved him. âYou?â
âGood. Y/nâs set was great earlier,â he offered a small smile. âAt least you have a good break-up album, right?â
Lando cracked a small smile. Oscar was good at that, making him laugh when he was down. âYeah, it feels great when itâs about you.â
Oscar chuckled. âStory for the grandkids,â he shrugged. âDonât sweat it.â
Lando nodded.Â
âOh yeah,â Oscar added. âWhen you left, Allison asked Y/n what songs were about you, so just⊠expect that conversation with her, I guess? Iâm not entirely sure whatâll happen-â
âWhat did Y/n say?â
Oscar swallowed. âSomething like; âsome of my songs are, âcause I like to put my emotions into music. But not all of them, because my life doesnât revolve around Lando, it never did. I am more than my relationships, and youâd do good to remember that for yourselfâ.â
Lando nodded, and could tell by the look on Oscarâs face that he was holding something back. âThatâs it?â
ââDonât let love become who you are, it doesnât end wellâ,â Oscar finished. âThen she left.â
Lando nodded as the weight on his chest got heavier. âThanks for letting me know.â
âOf course,â Oscar offered a pity-smile and walked off to his side of the garage.Â
Lando was always a person to be stuck inside his own head. He wasnât good at expressing his feelings. He didnât know how to talk about them. Yet, you always knew how to get him to talk. You always had the right solution, the right thing to say, the right face to make. He was in awe of you, so effortlessly perfect.Â
He remembered back to Greece, back in the off-season, before the tour, before the season started. Before he fucked everything up.Â
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You smiled as he pulled you closer. The air was anything but cold, and the water was still. There you two sat, sitting on the bow of the as the sun set. The clear water beneath the yacht youâd been on for the past few days was calm and steady, lulling you both into an unmistakable tiredness. Yte, Lando wanted to stay up, wanting to soak up as much time with you as he could. He was going to miss you so much this season. You hadnât ever been to every race in a season, you were a busy person, he understood that. He was a busy person too. But youâd go to as many races as possible. Now, âas many races as possibleâ means about 4. Stupid tour.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â you asked, your eyes closed as you soaked in the moment. You leant against his chest as you lay in his arms, your favourite place to be.Â
âHow much Iâll miss you this year,â he admitted. There was never any point in lying to you, you always knew.Â
You pressed a kiss to his arm. âIâll miss you too.â
You were straight forward with things, he loved that. It was a bad situation. You were off to a tour you didnât want to do, and he was off to another season.Â
âI love you,â he confessed. He said it a lot, but it always felt special. He made you feel special. You made him feel special.
âI love you,â you opened your eyes, a smile on your lips. You spoke again after a few moments of silence. âYouâre going to win a race this season, I can tell.â
He chuckled. âOnce I get back home to you, I donât care if I win.â
You laughed. âSure, we all believe you.â
He smiled. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
You looked at him for a moment, that perfect, soft smile on your face. âDitto,â you laughed as he did too. Your laugh was melodic, his favourite sound.Â
âWho says âdittoâ to that?!â he laughed.
âI do,â you chuckled.Â
You two locked eyes for a moment, then he leant down and pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet.Â
The perfect night.Â
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He caught a glance of your red dress walking into the garage.Â
âY/n!â The engineers cheered. He heard your laughter.Â
The room was a collection of cheers and conversation, and he wanted more than anything to be able to walk over to you and hold you, and kiss you, and tell everyone to leave you alone because you were his girlfriend, not theirs.Â
You walked in with a smile on your face. That smile dropped in half a second. Everyone was talking, everyone was patting you on the back, everyone was looking at you. You caught a glance of Lando and immediately felt the pit in your stomach grow. Everyone knew everything, everyone looked at you. Everyone blamed you. Oscar wrapped his arm around you and walked you through the garage as he saw you getting overwhelmed. Heâd learnt the signs from his little sisters. Blown out pupils, teary eyes, tight features, heavy breathing. Oscar had always been a great friend to you, heâd always cared for you. He brought you through, doing most of the talking if anyone stopped you two and let you in his driverâs room, promising to grab you when you could leave without being bombarded by crew, or the press.Â
Lando followed behind after a few minutes, then knocked on the door. He knew how to calm you down, he was probably the only person who did.Â
Oscar opened the door looking panicked. âSheâs having a panic attack,â he whispered.Â
Lando nodded and walked in, taking your hand in his as you hid your face in your other hand. He knelt beside you on the floor as you sat on the bed. âItâs me baby, Iâm right here. Come on, squeeze my hand,â he said, voice steady. You didnât. âYou need to start breathing properly, squeeze my hand like Iâm squeezing yours,â He put some light pressure on your hand, which jump-started you into squeezing his hand as hard as you could. It wasnât fair. This wasnât fair. You hated how well he knew you. You wanted him to not know you, to not understand you and your body better than you did. âJust like that,â he cooed. He pressed your hand to his chest, where you could feel his steady and calm breathing, feel his regular heartbeat. It was in stark contrast to you. The thump of your own heartbeat in your ears, the quick breathing, the erratic heart. âBreathe with me. Please baby,â his voice was soft and comforting. You tried, gently slowing your breathing down to normal. The adrenaline was still rushing through your body as you calmed down. Oscar offered you a water bottle and you let go of Landoâs hand to take it.Â
âI shouldnât have come here, Iâm sorry,â you said, sounding smaller than ever. âZak said he wanted to see me after my set. I shouldâve just said no.â
âYouâre always welcome here,â Oscar placed a hand on your shoulder. âSeriously.â
âWe want you here,â Lando added. The air was sucked from the room. âI want you here.â
âYou donât,â you refuted. âI shouldnât be here.â
Lando sighed. âLet me walk you back to Ferrari, please?â
You shook your head, finally looking up and making eye contact with him. âYou and I both know how thatâll go.â
Lando nodded, his heart breaking for the thousandth time. Itâs hard to find an end to something you never want to let go of. âOk,â he whispered, his emotions getting the better of him.Â
âGoodbye Lando,â you sighed, then took Oscarâs arm and let him lead you back to Ferrari.Â
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âIâm sorry about Lando,â Oscar sighed as you two walked up to the entrance to Ferrari. âAbout the break up, now, and basically everything in between. Heâs been⊠difficult recently. Heâs always been a âglass half emptyâ kind of guy I guess⊠I just⊠you made him better, yâknow?â
You chuckled sadly. âThank you for apologising, but you donât have to. Lando is an adult, so am I. Things just⊠end sometimes. Him and I just arenât meant to be.â
Oscar cocked an eyebrow. âI think we both know thatâs not true.â
You didnât know how to respond. Oscar had never been this straightforward with you, and he sure as hell had never broached this topic before. You just nodded and took his hand. âThanks for helping me.â
And then you walked back to Ferrari.Â
Oscar did get one thing right, Lando wasnât done with you. Maybe it was seeing you again, maybe it was the album, maybe it was Allison, maybe it was all of it, he didnât know. But what he did know was that he was still in love with you. Heâd never stopped. How could he? He missed everything about you, your lips, your smile, your kindness, the way youâd make him laugh, the way youâd make him smile. Everything. He missed listening to you sing, seeing you on a stage that you wanted to be on. Seeing you get to be you.Â
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The Silverstone after-party with Charles who dragged you along. Youâd thought it would be a bad idea, but when you were already 8 shots deep, you didnât really notice. Yuki had pulled you away to sing a karaoke duet with him as Pierre and Charles laughed at you both, and you somehow ended up outside on the balcony with Carlos, both of you laughing at something random.Â
âY/n!â Lando cheered, clearly as drunk as you. A part of you had forgotten about everything before this moment, like you were seeing him for the first time. Perfect, with his curls, unbuttoned shirt, and damn pretty smile. âI didnât know you were here!âÂ
âLan!â you cheered, pulling him in for a hug. Carlos gave you both a very confused look, but was called away by Charles for a game of beer pong. Surprisingly, these âfancyâ parties usually just turned into something out of a frat house in Florida. Maybe it was just Loganâs presence. âHow are you?â You slurred.Â
âI feel great!â he shouted. âWe should go for a walk!âÂ
âYes!â you agreed.Â
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And thatâs how you ended up back in his hotel room making out with him on his bed as he pulled your dress off. Funny how things can happen when youâre actually 18 shots deep, not 8. Oops?
âSo pretty,â he murmured into your neck as he settled you on his lap. âSo pretty for me.â
You laughed into his mouth, pulling back. âLan, speed up.â
He smirked at you, his eyes heavy, then pressed his lips to yours again. He fully pulled your dress off of you as you started making quick work of his belt and trousers.Â
âFuck me,â you whispered in his ear and he let out a low moan. âPlease Lan.â
He didnât waste time.Â
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You woke up the next morning with a blinding headache, and a very naked Lando Norris beside you. You had to leave. Youâd just fucked him, and he had a girlfriend. You were a homewrecker. You didnât know if the sudden urge to vomit came up because of that, or the 18 shots of straight vodka you did the night before.Â
You quickly grabbed your clothes, shoes, one of his hoodies, and tried to salvage whatever dignity you had left, then made a swift exit. It was still dark out and you were just praying that you could get through the 2 blocks you had to walk to your hotel without running into someone, or running into cameras. You quickly dialled Sashaâs number and tried to stop yourself from crying. You just pray you two used protection, or fell asleep before doing anything real.
âMorning?â she answered groggily.Â
âSasha I did something really fucking stupid,â you admitted, the tears welling up in your eyes as you walked into the lobby of your hotel. âAnd I donât know what to do.â
âCome to my room, weâll sort it out,â she sighed. âYouâll be ok kiddo, I promise.â
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You knocked on her hotel room door, tears in your eyes.Â
âItâs 5 am,â she stated, opening the door.Â
You rushed in, bursting into tears. âI think I fucked Lando, I mean- I-I think we fucked, last night- we were so drunk a-and then I donât re-remember,â you hiccuped. âIâm so fucking stupid!â
She put a hand on your shoulder, sighing. âThat was a very stupid thing to do,â she nodded. âBut itâs not the end of the world. Did you use protection?â
âI donât know.â
âIâll go get Plan B, you stay here. Get changed into some pyjamas. Get some water, relax. Just donât leave the hotel, yeah?â
âAlright,â you agreed. She left for the door. âSash?â
âYeah?â
âThank you,â you said in a small voice. She offered you a pitying smile, and went on her way.Â
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Months passed and you both went on with your lives. He didnât reach out, you didnât either. Sadly, you were in fact a homewrecker. A week after âthe incidentâ Allison and Lando broke up. You truthfully felt so ashamed and awful for the girl. It wasnât right what you two had done, and truly, you were insanely drunk. In no world would you fuck Lando Norris sober.Â
The tour had finally ended, and your world was no longer turned upside down. You were working on new music, healing your body after all the travel and abuse you put it through, and continuing to try and get over Lando.Â
It hurt like a bitch. He hurt like a bitch.Â
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Lando two-wins. Contender in the Championship. Supposedly dating someone. Last Lap Lando.
Lonely Lando, more like. Max Fewtrell had decided to stage an intervention and join him for the rest of the races, worried about his mental state. Since seeing you again, heâd been⊠less than alright. Heâd talk about you all the time, stalk your instagram (to the point that Max took his phone off of him in Greece), and generally just think about you a lot. It was coming up to the album drop, and you were having your launch party in Italy. The same weekend as the race. All because Charles wanted to come.Â
Shit was bound to go down, and no one was more excited than Hallie.Â
You were dressed to the nines, nervous and excited. Youâd fired half of your team, youâd dropped your old label, and youâd become⊠happier? That couldnât be right, not when you felt the oppressive weight of your own regret on your chest everyday. Not when you woke up reaching for Lando. Not when you watched every single race and couldnât look away until he was safely across that damn finish line.Â
You were surviving. Thatâs the best you could do.Â
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âYou look beautiful,â Charles smiled as he walked into the party. The night had gone off without a hitch so far. A select group of fans, influencers, celebrities, and almost all the drivers were mingling with one another, and not one sighting of Lando Norris. Not that you didnât miss his face, or him in general. You did. More than youâd ever thought possible to miss someone. Â
âThanks Charles,â you smiled, pulling him into a hug. âYou look great too.â
He smiled and beside him, Alexandria smiled at you, then pulled you into a hug. You continued the superficial chatting for a few moments, just hoping Charles wouldnât ask the dreaded question.Â
He looked at you for a second too long, and you knew it was coming. âAre you alright?â God, why did he have to ask stupid fucking questions? Obviously you werenât alright. Obviously, if you could, you would run away. Obviously, you were drowning.Â
Didnât he see that? Didnât anyone notice? Didnât anyone care?
Apparently not.Â
You nodded, putting on your best fake smile. âJust nervous.â
He nodded. It was enough to fool him.Â
The night went on in a flurry of uncomfortable small talk, ridiculous requests from your most esteemed guests, and it was finally time to start listening to the album. You stood on stage, a nervous smile on your face as everyone looked at David, your producer, who was speaking in length about how proud of the record he was, and how proud he was of you. Everything was perfect. Everything was right in the world.Â
But, of course, because he had to always be the centre of your universe, Lando walked in.Â
And you were fucked. Every single breathing technique youâd learnt, every single pressure point tapping youâd done, it all left your head. Everything stopped. You stopped breathing. You stopped.Â
But it didnât feel wrong. It didnât feel bad to have him there. It felt awfully, and soul-crushingly, right. Lando was always meant to be there, a devastating realisation that you didnât exactly want to make while on stage in front of 200 people.Â
âAny words, Y/n?â David asked, passing you the mic.Â
You looked at Lando and he smiled, waving at you. You smiled back.Â
âPlease enjoy this album, itâs from a very important time of my life where I finally learnt what it meant to be in love, and be loved wholly in return. Obviously, it didnât end very well, and thatâs when I learnt what grieving someone was. I still have a lot of love for him, probably more than I should. But I have it. And I had nowhere to put it, so I put it to music, which is really the only thing I think Iâll ever truly understand. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you understand it,â You explained to the crowd. You watched Lando the entire time, looking at how his eyes lit up when you talked about your relationship. Lando had always cared about you. He always would.Â
The opening cords of the first song started playing, and the attention was off of you. The crowd just closed their eyes and listened. You exited the stage and joined the crowd, desperately trying to get out of there. You stood on the balcony as the music blasted inside. People danced along, sang along as they started learning the words, and you stayed outside, tears falling.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â Landoâs whisper made you jump. You turned to see him, standing there behind you. âThe albumâs beautiful.â
You scoffed. âThe albumâs an album. What was beautiful was us,â you sighed. âThank you for coming.â
He nodded, leaning against the barrier beside you. âDo you even wish our lives werenât as complicated as they are?â
You chuckled. âMore than anything.â
âWe were beautiful,â he shook his head, trying to remember why he ever ruined the best thing in his life. âIf you ever find yourself wanting to love me again, just⊠call me?â
You nodded, looking at him. âI will.â
He nodded, putting his hand on your shoulder and letting it sit there for a split-second, just to remind him of what it was like to touch you. Just to remind himself that once, he didnât have to wonder if you loved him, to remind him of the unwavering support you gave him, to remind him of how his whole world came crashing down when he made you leave it. âI love you,â he whispered before walking to the door.Â
His phone started ringing in his pocket as he got back inside. Unknown number. He answered it.Â
âI think I want to love you again,â he could hear your smile through the phone and he immediately whipped around, his smile growing as he got closer to you. When he stood in front of you again, you both took the phones down and smiled at each other.
Lando didnât waste time. He closed the gap between you two in one simple stride, wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. âI love you so much,â he pulled back. âIâm never letting you go again.â
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user28: WHAT THE FUCK THEY BROKE UP MONTHS AGO THO????-> user92: they were seen kissing at her launch party
y/ny/l/n: who's that pretty girl? -> oscarpiastri: she's too good for him -> landonorris: >:( -> oscarpiastri: hurt her again and I push you off the track. ->carlossainz: I second this -> charleslecerc: I third this -> alexalbon: I fourth this -> georgerussell: I fifth this.
georgerussell: Trying to beat me with no shirt?
lewishamilton: Yay! (I begged her not to take you back you asshole). -> pierregasly: Yay! (I'm trying to be supportive of her).
lilymhe: fuck off. ->user83: LMAO -> user18: DAMN EVERYONE HATES HIM
danielriccardo: HAHAHAHAHAH (I'm crying.)
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#i tried rewriting an old story about two of my favourite ocs that is a great concept but was badly executed#and like. the original version i wrote 3 years ago when i was still married to first person pov is literally better#itâs so stilted. iâve forgotten how to show instead of tell and do a gradual character description#plus i started (or tried to start) my cowboy x werewolf idea and i gave up in disgust after one page#i swear to god i had a killer first line but then it just wouldnât come out right on the page. it ended up SO long winded#and thereâs way too much exposition and not enough atmosphere. building atmosphere has never been my strong suit anyway because#fundamentally i donât pay attention to anything and i donât read the room or look at stuff. but like. still#iâm going to have to set aside writing time in the day. even if itâs just a paragraph or something at a time#even if itâs 6 in the morning because thatâs when my bladder thinks is a good time to wake me up#how about a 6 or 6 rule. 6am while iâm peeing OR 6pm when i just got back from work and iâm waiting for my food to cook#and probably sitting with a wheat bag on my neck because i had to unpack a delivery again and itâs too much bending#that could work.#personal
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#THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK IN THIS SCENE
#DALEKS SPINNING IN THE BACKGROUND
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#TEN CHEWING ON HIS SONIC SCREWDRIVER HAVING NO IDEA HE IS ABOUT TO LOSE EVERY FRIEND IN THIS ROOM IN A SPAN OF THE NEXT FEW HOURS
#ROSE AND SARAH JANE HONESTLY MIND BLOWN THAT THERE IS NOW A 3 DOCTORS - 1 BRAIN SITUATION
#AND JACK IS HAVING EVERY INAPPROPRIATE THOUGHT IN EXISTENCE CROSS HIS MIND
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BABY FEVER â CHOI SEUNGCHEOL àż
summary. after a picnic date at the park goes horribly wrong, all choi seungcheol wants for his birthday is to fuck a baby into you.
wc. 3.4k+
warnings. established relationship, kinda ? dom!cheol, f. reader, pussy-drunk-bitch-in-heat cheol, breeding kink, literal baby making, marriage kink if you squint, reader referred to as mommy (x2), unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), light body worship (f. receiving), vulgar language⊠heavy praise, pet names [baby, angel, princess] â MINORS DNI 18+
note. itâs an international holiday (aka cheol day) hehehe HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LVRBOY <333 forgive me bc this is actually so rough⊠i forced myself to finish it in time for his bday đ please be gentle!! i promise ill make it up to all of u with a MUCH better cheol fic -3- happy coupsie day 2 u all x (thank yew @jeonghantis for reading this for me TWICE and always encouraging me <3)
you have to admit, this is not how you thought seungcheolâs birthday lunch would pan out.Â
no, you definitely did not expect to end the day with your legs wrapped around your beloved boyfriendâs waist while he split you open on his cock, breathily promising that heâll give you a baby. a ring. a life for the both of you.
because when you took said boyfriend out for a picnic in the park, you did expect a serene lunch date with him and his favorite food. you even wore the sundress he bought for your birthday. it was supposed to be the perfect gift.Â
but you hadnât realized how busy itâd be. how could you have known? it was just a random tuesday afternoon in the midst of augustâ arguably the hottest month of the year. who, besides the two of you, would want to be out on a day like this?
rowdy, unrestrained children. thatâs who.Â
it seems that children and parents have nothing better to do than crash birthdays and cause you massive headaches.Â
when you looked over at seungcheol on the blanket halfway through your food, you discerned the faraway look in his eyes. he hasnât said much. much less of how he feels about his âgift.â he wasnât thereâ probably disassociated because of the noise. you realized then that you probably shouldâve picked a different spot⊠or stuck to the homemade candlelit dinner you had initially planned. or done literally anything else.Â
âcheollie⊠do you wanna leave?â you asked, concern laced in your voice. âwe donât have to stay, we can go home and do whatever you want.â
his jaw clenched and unclenched at the sound of your voice. he offered a shuddered breath and gave you a curt nod. âyeah, letâs go home.âÂ
and so you did. you felt defeated as seungcheol bruisingly gripped the steering wheel the entire ride home. you felt defeated as you sat in the passenger seat thinking of ways to fix his now-ruined birthday. you felt defeated as you two rode away in silence. complete silence.Â
when you arrive back at your home, you dejectedly drop the basket off in the kitchen without bothering to unpack it. cheol stays on your tail the entire time, following you back to your room after throwing the keys on the island next to the picnic basket.Â
and when you reach your destination, you let him in before closing the door behind you and then he pounces. he has you pinned to said door in an instant.Â
completely thrown off by his change in behavior, you splutter out, âch-cheol, what the fuck?!â
âbaby,â he mutters breathily, his eyes scanning your features. the faraway look in his eyes has been replaced, both of them filled with something completely different. lust. itâs like the last hour never even happened.
he has you caged in. one of hands pressed flat against the door and the other gripping your waist. thereâs a mere inch of a gap separating the two of you and you can feel all the heat radiating off of his body.Â
still wide-eyed, staring up at him, you softlyâ apprehensivelyâ ask, âcheol? are you okay?âÂ
admittedly, seungcheol is not okay. not in the slightest. he doesnât want to scare you, but watching kids run aroundâ hearing how happy they wereâ had him thinking thoughts. thoughts of having a kid of his own.Â
it had his heart fluttering at first, the idea of having a mini him running around the house. it filled him with the utmost joy.
then his thoughts escalated. thoughts of having a kid turned into thoughts of having a kid with you. thoughts of getting you round and pregnant with his child rotted large portions of his brain away.
and it progressively got worse and worse. with every passing minute, the images in his brain became more clear till the only thing on his mind was folding you in half and fucking a baby into you while you begged for it.Â
heâs not sure how to relay said thoughts to you. the two of you have been dating for years and youâre in a really good place, both financially and emotionally.
but dropping the âi want a kidâ bomb? before heâs even proposed? itâs tabooâŠuntraditional⊠itâs something you potentially donât even want, so he should ease into the conversation of children and marriage.
butâŠchoi seungcheol thinks heâs lost the ability to think and speak clearly. thatâs why he blurts it out without logically thinking it over, lost in a haze of lust and need and burning hot desire.Â
âwanna have a baby,âÂ
your stomach drops and the air in your lungs vanishes, leaving you breathless.
âw-whatâŠcheol? a baby?â you ask slowly. âyou⊠wanna have a baby?âÂ
a small growl bubbles in his chest when you repeat his words. âwanna give you a baby.âÂ
heat creeps up your neck and within secondsâ when you realize the intent of his wordsâ your entire body burns as arousal courses through your veins. seungcheol doesnât just want to have a kid⊠he wants to fuck one into you.Â
you canât say youâve never thought of having one before, but it was always farther down the line. after marriage and settling down.
even still, your stomach swirls in anticipation, imagining seungcheol as a father. as your husband.Â
so you reply, âdo⊠do you think weâre ready for that? weâre still pretty young and⊠we arenât marriedâŠâ
your words trail off and you look away, eyes trained on his chest instead.Â
âiâm gonna marry you.â he says as a matter of factly. âlook at me.â he demands, the hand next to your head moves to grip your chin, forcing you to look up at him. âthereâs no doubt in my mind. iâm going to marry you, baby.â
hearing that is surreal. heâs said it twice and the words are still rattling around in your empty brain. heâs gonna marry you. thereâs no doubt in his mind.Â
youâd think your heart is about to lurch out of your chest the way it pounds against your ribcage. your palms are dripping with sweat, your knees are buckling about ready to give out on you, your stomach is in knots because, fuck yes, you want this. you want him. andâ you guessed itâ you want to bear his child.Â
you donât know how long youâve been standing, blankly staring at him. before you can even speak up, seungcheol is dropping to his knees in front of you, both of his hands on your waist now.
you almost think heâs going to propose, leaving you even more speechless, but he leaves a soft kiss on your tummy. heâs gentle, kissing you through the fabric of your dress right above your navel. his lips venture down, though, and his pleading eyes look up at you waiting for your okay.Â
you let out the breath you were holding, nodding your head.
and cheol swears he would lose it if he hadnât already.Â
he reaches for your panties under your dress, yanking them off your body and letting them pool at your feet. his hand moves to hold your dress up, wrinkling it in his grip. the other lifts one of your legs and drapes it over his shoulder before he finally dives into your cunt.
âcheol!â you gasp as you feel his tongue lay flat against your folds. your hands thread through his hair, gripping at his locks as he laps up your arousal. âsl-slowâ fuck, babyâ slow down,â
seungcheol is a giver, thatâs always been common knowledge.
but you tend to forget that he is exceptionally greedy when it comes to eating you out. he can never get enough of you, slurping at your hole and sucking your clit till youâve cum countless times on his face. a glutton for pussy, you could say.
itâs why he canât slow down despite your request. his tongue digs into you while he noses at your clit, moaning against your cunt to bring you closer to the euphoric feeling youâve been craving since he asked to fuck a baby into you.Â
and it works. it always does. your moaning and whining and begging and itâs fucking music to his ears.Â
âtastes so good, angel,â he moans against you, words coming out muffled. the vibrations shock your body and you canât help but jolt, back arching off the door. your hands tighten their grip on his hair, pushing him further into your cunt.Â
and thatâs the thing about seungcheol being insatiable. you always end up greedier than him. itâs like an orchestrated plan.Â
âmore,â you beg through a whine, grinding your pussy into his face. âplease more, feels sâgood, cheollie,âÂ
he groans against you again, digging his nails into your thigh eliciting your pretty mewls. he tightly wraps his lips around your clit, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. you throw your head back against the door, eyebrows knitting together as youâre overcome with pleasure.Â
it hits you before you can even blink. youâre letting out a breathless mantra of seungcheolâs name, your stomach knots up, your breathing increases and you completely lose control as you let go all over his face.Â
he keeps eating you out, whining while lapping up your release as if heâd been deprived of the taste of your cum for weeks. as if he hadnât eaten you out just last night. and the morning before that. and three times in a row the day before.
when heâs finally done, he gently sets your leg back down. he observes the way you tremble, struggling to keep balance so his hands are back on your waist, releasing the wrinkled fabric and letting it fall back over your legs.
he stands to his feet, towering over you once again. his hard cock strains in his jeans and he gives you a look that screams âi need youâ to which you look up at him with hooded eyes. the sheen of your arousal on his skin, his disheveled hair is quite the sight.
âbabyâŠâ he pants, inching closer to you.Â
âput one in me,â you whisper. you, too, have no doubt in your mind about this. about him. you want everything heâs offering to you. âfuck a baby into me, cheol, i want it. i want you.â
seungcheol thinks his life flashes before his eyes when he hears your words. he thinks, maybe, he mishears you for a second, but when you keep that expectant look on your face, he knows that this is very real. that heâs gonna fuck you full of cum and pray it takes.Â
he closes the gap between you, pressing his lips against yours.
itâs not your average kiss. itâs hot and heavy and, fuck, you think he just might eat you alive. his body is flush against yours now and you feel his bulge digging into your tummy.Â
feeling him like this has you craving the weight of his cock on your tongue, but you know cheol has no plan of relinquishing any type of control tonight. even if it does mean heâs missing out on the worldâs best head.
you kick off your shoes and fumble with the button on his jeans while whining into his mouth. you eventually give up after the button doesnât budge, wrapping your arms around his neck and grinding against his clothed bulge instead, basking in the way he groans back into your mouth.
he pulls back, swollen lips turning down in a cute pout, âbaby, need to fuck you right nowâŠâ
you tug at his shirt, whispering, âthen fuck me, cheol.âÂ
a guttural groan bubbles in the back of his throat. he pulls your dress up by the hem, growling a soft, âoff.âÂ
âyou first.âÂ
he raises an eyebrow at you but doesnât say anything else, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it on to the ground. his hands are back on your dress, but you shake your head.Â
âpants, too,â you whisper with a cheeky smile.Â
âdidnât realize this was a strip tease,â he grumbles passively, stepping out of his shoes while his hands easily pop the button of his jeans and yanking them down his thick thighs.Â
your eyes flit down to his boxers and your saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to spill past your lips at the mere sight of his clothed hard-on.Â
he interrupts your gawking, gruff, stern voice filling your ears, âtake your fucking dress off.â
you giggle, raising your arms. heâs not slow and heâs most certainly not gentle when he practically rips the dress up and off, discarding it into the pile of clothes that lay haphazardly on the floor.
he doesnât even give you a second before grabbingâ manhandlingâ you and guiding you to the bed.Â
he lays you down and internally melts. âyouâre so gorgeous, baby,â he mumbles, spreading your legs open and eyeing your pulsing cunt. âyouâre perfect.â
you donât know how itâs possible at this point, but you grow even hotter. feverish. you always love his praise and you know heâs well-aware of the fact because he smirks as you squirm and clench around nothing.Â
âcheollie,â you whimper.Â
his hands splay over your bare stomach and his cock throbs as an array of dirty thoughts re-enter his mind.Â
âyouâre gonna look so cute when i put a baby in you, isnât that right?â he murmurs, hands ghosting over your skin before they land on your tits, fondling them through your bra without a care in the world. âgonna be such a pretty mommyâŠâ he tells you, voice dropping an octave.Â
you moan at the contact and his promiscuous words. arousal drools from your hole, surely soaking a puddle into the sheets under you. youâre not sure how much longer you can wait for him to impale you on his cock before you become a weeping mess.Â
you whine, eyes threatening to close, âplease make me a mommy, cheollie.â
seungcheol lets out a sharp breath, quickly removing his hands from your tits, opting on using them to push his boxers down.Â
when his length slaps against his abdomen, he lets out a soft groan. he doesnât wait for anything else, grabbing his cock, spitting on it, stroking it a few times and, finally, pushing his angry red tip against your hole.Â
when the head of his cock gets trapped between the warm walls of your cunt, seungcheol curses. âtightest fuckinâ thing,â he mutters, shoving himself deeper and deeper, listening to your high-pitched whines and whimpers.Â
and when heâs finally balls deep inside of you, his eyes flicker up from your pussy swallowing him whole to your contorted, fucked out face that he loves dearly.Â
heâs breathless, asking, âyou good, baby?â
you offer a broken nod and a weak, âsâgood.â
itâs all he needs to hear before standing all the way up on his knees, grasping at your waist, and lifting your lower back off the bed.Â
you squeal, âcheol! what are youââÂ
youâre cut off by your own yelp when he pulls out and slams back into you without much of a warning. his cock reaches deeper than you think youâve ever felt and it has your eyes rolling back and your hands pulling the sheets off the bed.Â
his hips are relentless, continuously driving his cock in and out of you at an impressive speed while groaning out words of praise. you feel his tip bruisingly kiss your cervix and the pained pleasure brings tears to your eyes.Â
âs-seungcheolââ you sob, arching further into the air.Â
âi know, baby,â he moans in response. âbut, fuck, youâre taking it so well. look so fucking pretty taking my cock like this.â he wants to throw his head back in pleasure, but he canât bear to tear his eyes away from you.Â
tears helplessly fall down the sides of your face and your mouth is cracked open, letting out the most gorgeous sounds. your tits spill from your bra, bouncing with every thrust and itâs too good. you look too fucking good.Â
and youâre going to look even better with his cum leaking out of your cunt.Â
you ache with the partial bridge seungcheol has you in. youâre not sure if you want to focus on the profound pain or intense pleasure, but when he drops your body back on the bed and his thumb catches your clit, you have no other choice.Â
you gasp, crying out and clamping around him with an iron grip, âfuh-fuck! cheolâ cheollie!â
he growls, rubbing the sensitive bud faster and faster. âyou gonna cum for me?â
you pant, chest heaving as you nod your head vigorously. your eyes screw shut and your jaw drops further as you feel the familiar knotting in your tummy. your impending orgasm bubbles in the pit of your belly, a stream of whines and moans leaving your mouth.Â
âcum fâme, angel.â he coaxes breathily, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. âsâgonna feel so good, just cum for me.â he practically begs and you think itâs because heâs just as close.Â
you canât even find it in you to care because the onslaught of pleasure wracks your body. you clench around him once, twice, three timesâ and, before you know it, the knots in your tummy come completely undone and youâre left a shaking mess under him.
âthatâs it, thatâs my fucking girl.â he nearly whines, fucking you through your orgasm while you jerk and thrash on the bed. âgod, i love this pussy, your body, everything, babyâ i love you.â
you cry, silently praying heâll press his lips against yours because, god, you love him, too. so much. but your voice is hoarse and you donât think you can conjure up the words to give him.Â
itâs like he reads your mind, slipping his hand in between your tits and pulling your body up by the material of your bra and wraps his arms around your body. his mouth presses against yours, swallowing all of your sounds as you swallow his.Â
your arms wrap around his neck, sobbing in overstimulation as he kisses the life out of you. when he pulls away, you wrap your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. you continue to whine, burying your face into his sweaty neck to muffle the noises.Â
he holds you tighter, pounding into you without any regard to your sounds. âgonna fill you up, princess. gonna fuck you full of my cum, give you a baby, marry you,â he grunts loudly. âeverything. gonnaâ fuckâ gonna give you everything.â
you nod, sinking your teeth into his neck.Â
and seungcheol canât hold back, moaning your name before pressing his cock as far as he can go and stilling there. ribbons of his release coat your bruised walls and you feel the warmth radiate throughout your body.Â
cheolâs pants slowly morph into breathy chuckles as he comes to terms with what heâs done.Â
you shudder, feeling full in more ways than one. you pull your head from the crook of his neck, looking at his gummy grin and dazed eyes and you give him a lopsided grin. you look so content, even after he nearly fucked the life out of you.Â
âwas it too much?â he asks gently after a few minutes of silently staring at each other.
âa lilâŠâ you whisper, weakly clamping around him. âyou know i love it when you get like this, though.â
âi know.â he mumbles, unraveling himself from you to marvel at his work. he pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly dribbles out of your hole. he canât help but groan at the sight. âyou think thisâll be enough, angel?â
âa few more rounds probably wouldnât hurt.â you giggle.Â
âthat can probably be arranged.â he hums cheekily. âbut, seriously, baby. thank you⊠for today. you always know how to surprise me.â
âreally? i kinda⊠thought you hated the whole picnic lunch date,â you murmur. âthought i ruined your day.â
âno, baby, i loved it.â he says through a smile, kissing the corner of your mouth. âit was great, i swear⊠i just thought about fucking a baby into you a little too hard.â
âiâm really glad.â you smile, âand, now that you hopefully did⊠how would you rate year 28?â
â10/10. truly the best birthday ever.â he says. âi got everything i ever wanted.â
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Sweethearts and Sweet Dreams <3
âNothinâ?â
âMhm.â
âWhats behind your back then?â
You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. âI dont have anything behind my back.â (6.4k words)
tags!! - 18+ modern au! Husband! Joel Miller, Wife! Reader, you guys are happy and in love!, mutual obsession if u squint, lots of exposition im so freaking sorry, pervert Joel if u squint, praise kink joel if you squint, dumbification if you squint, written for those with daddy issues lowkeeyyyyy, written with game joel in mind but could be hbo joel no problem!, lowk i combined the two in my mind, mentions of shy old man joel, housewife! reader (by choice), unspecified age gap but reader is like. thirty? and joels Like...55??, talk about joel taking medication for his anxiety, p in v sex, dirty talk, public sex, outdoor sex, joel has a kink for dresses because i said so? service top joel if you squint, pet names, a pinch of jealousy and possessiveness for fun, playful banter, mentions of maria and tommy and their baby with a made up name Lol, mentions of ellie and sarah (rip), mentions of readers past abusive relationships, talk about joel struggling with substance abuse/addiction and being hospitalized.....Im sure u can theorize why </3, lots of lore ill get into in another fic MAYBE *smirks*, flip flop in perspective, sometimes showing what joel is thinking or what reader is thinking blah blah
authors notes!! - hi there!!! im mocha and this is my first joel fic ever + my first fic posted to tumblr!! im really nervous cuz i havent written anything in months and ive never written joel before so please let me know if you like it!! id love to write more of this au for u guys if theres a demand for it...Thank u for reading!! also barely proof read im ngl. ive been staring at this fic all day im sick of itttt. p.s i dont usually write smut i also kinda do idfk Is this bad or am i tweaking
You step out of the house, morning sun soaking into the roots of your hair and the driveway beneath your feet. Theres a package youve been waiting for.Â
You cant contain your grin as you wiggle it out of the hot prison that is your mailbox.
âWhat the hell are you doinâ out there barefoot?â Joel chastises you from the front door, leaning his elbow on the frame. Joel, your lovely husband of two years. Been together for five. And because of how hard he works, you have the privilege of being a stay at home wife. Some people think that sort of life is stifling, but youve never felt so free. No more jobs you hate, no more financial struggles. Just you, Joel, and your cat, Cement. He likes to pretend it isnt a totally hilarious name for a pet.
You were his first relationship in almost a decade, so it was a lot of work helping him unpack his anxieties about dating, and a lot of work for you to feel safe and unafraid. Honestly? Youve been mistreated by enough men to land you in the psychward.
But Joel never yells at you, he never breaks things when hes angry or threatens to hurt you. He might raise his voice every now and again, but its never because of something you did. Sometimes the stress of life is just too much.Â
He works hard, he loves his daughter- daughters- and he would do anything to keep you happy. Whatever you say goes, he says. Even now, you hardly argue. Of course you have disagreements, or off days thatd lead to one of you being especially moody, but the both of you do your best to communicate.
Behind that rough exterior, is someone who just wants to be needed.Â
You first met Joel at a youth center you volunteered at, he taught guitar, you taught arts and crafts. Joel says it was your smile and sense of humor that charmed him. It was his singing and southern accent for you.
Your favorite thing about Joel is how soft he gets around you. He says its because you make it easy to be soft.Â
Joel was a shy lover at first. He would get nervous just kissing you, or holding your hand. While most people become intimate very early on in their relationship, you and Joel didnt do anything sexual for the first five months of you dated. Sure, you almost did, plenty of times, but he would get so overwhelmed and cut things short. You broke two of your vibrators during this era of your relationship. Embarassing.
You remember your first time very vividly. Joel had worked back to back doubles trying to meet a deadline, and on the final day, after having barely spoken to you for almost a week, you had shown up to his house, unannounced. You were wringing water out of your jacket when he swung the door open.Â
âHow-â Joel blinks a few times, stepping forward to examine the rainfall. âHow long you been out here?â
âNot that long,â You lie and pick up the container you brought off the porch chair. Part of you had a hard time mustering up the courage to even knock on the door. Droplets of water cascade down your chin. âHi, sorry. I know youre tired.â
He shakes his head, voice soft and warm. âSâfine. Now câmon, youre gonna get sick.â
Youre seated at the little dining table next to the kitchen now, trying to let the sound of the rainfall ease your nerves.
Joel was quick to grab you a towel, and does the honors of drying your face and hair with it. âWhy didnt you jusâ call me? Woulda gotten out of the shower faster if i knew you were gettinâ soaked out there like this.â
âI dunno, sorry.â
âAnâ whatd i tell you about apologizinâ all the time?â
âSor- Uh. Right. Okay.â You tighten your jaw. No more.
Joel moves behind you, now squeezing water out the ends of your hair. âWhasâ that?â
âOh!-â You peel back the lid, showing it to him. âOld fashion cake donuts are your favorite right? I remember you saying you liked eating them with your coffee in the mornings soâŠI made these. Youve been working a lot lately and I wanted to do something nice for you.â
Joel gingerly grasps the container from your hands, looking into it. Theyre a warm golden brown, outside evenly fried, and the sweet scent of them hits his nose right away.
âI was just gonna leave them on the doorstep and call you to tell you they were there, but I wanted to see you.â
His adam's apple bobs as he swallows the dryness in his throat. Youre too good for him.Â
âThank you very much.â He presses a kiss to your damp hair. âNow, lets get you into some dry clothes.â
Joel gives you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers to keep you modest while your clothes wash and dry.Â
You wait patiently on his bed for the hot chocolate he promised you before you showered. Theres nothing to watch on the tv, so you just turn it off and reach for the lamp on his nightstand instead.Â
He comes in quietly, and sets the mug down beside the lamp. You finally come into focus, clear as day even under the low lighting.
âYou uh.. You look nice.â
You blink. âI look nice?â
âIn my shirt.â
That gets a smile out of you.Â
Joel tips his head towards the mug. âSâhot so, give it a few minutes. Dont want you burninâ your mouth.â
You nod. âOkay.â
Hes sat beside you now and the two of you sit in silence for a while. Its not awkward, just the kind of silence where both of you want to say something but just.. Cant.
Joel unravels first. âMissed you, yâknow. Just been tired.â
âI know.â Your voice wobbles, and Joels jaw tightens like hearing you sound so sad stings him. âI missed you, too.âÂ
He slides his hand over yours, giving it a squeeze. Its okay.Â
âHey Joel...Can I stay the night?âÂ
âSure. Id really like that.â
While you drink your hot chocolate, you and Joel catch up. You both talk about work, and about your new found interest in baking. Joel teases you about your lack of cooking skills, you do the same. Youre both useless.Â
When its time to climb into bed, neither of you can actually fall asleep. Joel rolls onto his side, away from you and the window. You follow, curling up like a little cat against his back. The sensation is nice for the both of you.
You speak up after a little while.
âJoel?â
âMm.â
âThank you for letting me stay.â
He scoffs, voice thick with exhaustion. âLike I'd force you to leave after you brought me such a nice present.â
You let out a little giggle, âSo if i didnt, youd kick me out?â
âId think âbout it.â
You gasp, gently shoving at his back. âThats meanâŠ!â
âSâreally not.â
âOh yeah? And what if I poisoned them?.â
âThen itd jus' be a regular day of your cookinâ then.â Joel reminds you, lighthearted. Too many times where you left the shells in your eggs or burnt toast or left the bacon on the pan for too long.
âYou cant get mad at me for my dark past when you made a perfectly good sirloin taste like horse leather.â
âUgh. Dont remind me. That was like putting a one-hundred dollar bill into a paper shredder. How do either of us stay alive again?â
âUh. Digiorno?â
âDigiorno.â
After a few moments, Joels rolling over again, and hes guiding your head to settle against his chest. Your arms wrap around him, and his arms around you.Â
âJoel,â You whisper. He hums. âIm cold.â
âSâcause youre not wearinâ any pants.â
âAnd whos fault is that?â
âStill yours.â
âI was left out in the rain like a sad, sopping wet cat. One that was left in a box all alone with no familyâŠâ You pretend to sniffle. âDont you feel bad for me?â
Joel sighs, not saying anything more except making sure the part of the comforter behind your back is tucked into your side so the cold air doesnt get in. When hes done, you do a little shimmy up his body, and throw your leg over his hip. Oh no.
Hes alert now. Very alert. Be normal. Joel hesitates, licking the dryness off his lips. âUh. Feel better?â
âMhm.â You push your face into his throat, cat-like, before settling down again. Hes like a radiator.
Actually scratch that, he cant be normal.Â
âDarlinâ.â He rasps, patting your back to get your attention.
âMm?â
âYour leg. Move it.â
A few beats pass. âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠâ Wow, he didnt think hed get this far. You shift forward and Joel lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, one that couldve been masked by the rain if you werent so close.
âAre you-â
âNo! No. Its- Its not what you think-â He cant see your face in the darkness but he knows you feel the semi-hard struggling through the confines of his pants. Lame.
âJoel,â You say, soft. Your hands slide up his arm to cradle his jaw. Lightning flashes into the room, giving you a glimpse of Joels tight expression. He whispers your name back, just as soft.
âThis is normal.âÂ
Its normal, it is! Except for the fact that you guys havent had sex yet. The stress of being intimate is too much, kills his boner in a blink. The longer he waits the worse the anxiety gets.
âI-I know.â
You place a hand on his chest, feeling it pound away like crazy through all the soft muscle. Â
âYouve been taking your medication, right?â
Has he?
The silence of him thinking is proof enough. âJoel-â
He sighs, rubbing his eyes through the darkness .âI know, I know. Shoot, Im sorry. I just forget sometimes.â
âIts okay.â The pad of your thumb strokes the tops of his cheek, and you press a tender kiss to his mouth to soothe him. â...Want me to remind you?â
The softness of your lips has him a bit dazed. âHuh?â
âI said, do you want me to remind you? I can- You know, call you before you leave work. Make sure you take them.â
âYou know I wake up at five-o-clock in the morninâ , right?â
âI know.âÂ
In a whisper, âOkay.â
Joels rough palms trail down your back and stop at the curve of your butt, finger tips delicately tracing the skin above your shorts. You shiver.
Barely above a whisper. âWe dont have to go all the way.â
He says your name again, laced with worry. He doesnt want you to feel pressured.Â
You pull your leg off his hip and push yourself up, settling your hands on either side of Joels head.
âCan I tell you something?â
âYes-â
â-And you cant get all in your head about it. You stay here, with me. You stay present.â
âOkay, okay.â He nods, a bit defeated. âI will stay present.â
âWhen you...When you say you dont wanna have sex, what is it that youre thinking exactly? I know you said you just get really nervous but I feel like youre not being totally honest.â
Joel stays quiet, idly rubbing your sides. Maybe you are a cat. Just getting to feel any part of you is soothing. âI jusâ want you to feel good. âFraid ill do somethinâ you dont like.â
âYou cant assume how I feel, Joel. Being intimate.. It takes time to learn what the other person likes.â
He sighs. âI know.â Youre always right.
Adding on, âLike I said, we dont have to go all the way,â You lean further back, situating yourself on his hips. He lets out a shaky breath when he feels the pressure of your ass through his sweats.
âBut, I want to start somewhere. I want to feel you.âÂ
âFuck- Um-â Hes shaking now, letting you grind your hips down onto him. Joel cant seem to control the way his hips instinctively push up to meet yours. Youre both becoming of a mess of little gasps and hot breaths and tiny whimpers already.
You hunch forward, guiding his hand under your your shirt- His shirt- letting him feel up the supple skin of your stomach, then the area where your ribs are, then your-
âAnd I want you to feel me,â
Surprisingly, you did actually go all the way that night.
Your sex life was a bit of a rocky start, but after Joel got over most of his anxiety, you learned quickly just how goddamn insatiable he was. Five years in and he still regularly makes you sore.Â
There are a couple things you learned about him and his sexual interests. He loves to take you in his truck, in your kitchen, in your bathroom, on your couch. Other, riskier places. Anywhere that isnt your bed apparently, not that he isnt fucking you there either.
Joel is handsy, so handsy infact it embarasses you to no end, especially when youre infront of others. Thats usually how it starts, too. First he kisses you, then gropes your hips and your ass, and the next thing you know, youre cumming on his fingers. Then hed bend you over, or get you on your back, or make you ride him. Is it really riding if hes just slamming up into you until your brain turns into mush?
He likes that too. Making you not think.
Youd be lying if you said its only ever him. Sleepy morning handjobs before work, whining to him over the phone and touching yourself to his voice, arching your back into him while you're washing dishes, sucking him off after hours in his office.
And while most men prefer lingerie or little costumes, Joel likes dresses. Dresses that are discreet so he can take you in the backyard when he comes home early and sees you gardening. Or when youre both at a friends house and hes had a little too much to drink and finds himself alone with you. Dresses that make it easy to play his favorite game with you. I touch you, and you make sure we dont get caught by being too loud. Joel really is the worst sometimes.
Now, you only ever wear pants when its cold, or to bed or sometimes when youre lounging, like today. Youre in some shorts and a tank top. Otherwise, its dresses all year round, usually retro styles or ones meant for spring. Joels not picky though, he loves any dress on you.
Even if you wear an extremely modest, white lacey sleep dress, looking like some kind of vintage ghost, the man would still keep you up all night. And he has. He said you looked like a princess. You guess you kind of did.
The entire thing is like an unspoken arrangement between you both. He doesnt tell you to wear them, you just do.
And he works hard to spoil you, so why not buy as many cute dresses as possible?Â
You got a cute dress today too, on the same day Joel has off. You think its going to be a new favorite of his.
The big polymailer stays hidden behind your back. Be casual. âUh- Nothing!â
âNothinâ?â
âMhm.â
âWhats behind your back then?â
You sway in place, trying to suppress a knowing smile. âI dont have anything behind my back.â
âLemme see then. Show me your hands-â
âHey, Mrs. Miller!â
Both you and Joel turn your heads to the voice, and only one of you has the energy to fake a a smile. Your neighbor is stopping in his driveway, having come back from a jog it looks.
âHi, Lee.âÂ
Joel really, really, really doesnt like Lee. You dont like him either, but youre not one to cause problems. Lee on the other hand, is. Hes a bit younger than you, and a lot younger than Joel. Hes one of those tech dudes with a massive ego, thinks that youll be swayed by his money and his âcharmâ and youth as if youre some sad housewife in need of saving. Gross.Â
And another thing, Lee doesnt even actually live here! Hes here ever so often to visit his dad between, you dont know, tech expos? You forget. Joel believes he started showing up more often to see you.Â
Youre walking towards the porch again. Joels looking especially unhappy to see him today, knuckles pulled taut into a fist. His lips stay pressed into a thin line, careful not to let anything slip out. He usually lets you do most of the talking, as much as it pains him.Â
Joels really not a fan of the way Lees eyes take a trip up your bare legs. Little shit.
âOut with no shoes again, Mrs. Miller?â
âYou know me, Im uh- Im weird.â
âThe weird ones do it best.â He smiles, all teeth. It gives you the creeps. His attention is on Joel now. Its like watching a puppy try to one up a wolf. âRight, Joel?â
âUh huh.â Whatever that means.
âActually, I've been meaning to ask you something, Mrs. Miller.â Lee crosses into your driveway and you glance briefly at Joel, as if to make sure he isnt going to start growling at the other to stay away. Youre clutching the package to your chest now.Â
âHave you ever been to a support group for uh- you know, the spouses of addicts? I have a friend from work and shes really struggling.âÂ
Lees tone is sugary sweet, but the fake kind you put in diet soda except that stuff is way better. Joel sighs from the door. You stand there, dumbfounded on the porch steps because what the fuck is he going on about.Â
You clear your throat, keeping your voice firm. âNo. Ive never needed to.â Â
Joels voice cuts in like a knife. âBeen clean for almost twenty years now.â
âYeah but, you know,â He shrugs, squinting a bit under the morning sun. âRelapses happen.â
Joel and Lee are at a stand still, and the moment Joel lets the arm leaning on the frame drop to his side, you know youre in for a lot of trouble. You move quickly towards the door. âWe have to get ready for a- uh- a thing? but Im sorry about your friend.â
âThank you, Mrs. Miller. Im doing my best to support her.â And before he turns away, he just has to be slimy to you. âIf you need someone to talk to, Im here for you.â
âNo, that really wont be necess-â
Joels slinging a strong arm around you to yank you back inside before shutting the door.Â
âMotherfucker,â He hisses to himself, stomping through the walkway and into the kitchen.
âHow-â You rub your eyes, letting them adjust to the light inside of the house. You put the package down onto the bar counter that opens up the kitchen and follow Joel to the fridge. âHow does he know?? I thought-â
âBeen living in this house for decades now,â His expression is tight, brows knitted together while he chugs a bottle of water. âPeople talk. âSpecially if I'm being rolled into an ambulance on more than one occasion.â Joel frowns. âFuck- I shoulda punched him in the fuckinâ face- Do you see how hard he tries so hard to flirt with you infrontâa me?â
âI know, love. I was there.â You take the bottle from his hand and set it to the side, then wrap your arms around him. âTry not to let it get to you okay?â
Joel sighs into your hair, giving your body a squeeze. âI know, I know, but jusâ hearinâ him tryinâta use my baggage to make a pass at youâŠSâfuckinâ evil.â
âI agree, but I dont want his blood on the driveway.â
âSo get it on his driveway instead, got it.â
You giggle and tip your head up to kiss him. The tension eases from Joels shoulders, and he cups your cheeks, letting his worries melt away into your mouth. When the pads of his fingers start to slide under your tank top, youre leaning back. Youll be here for a while if this goes any further.
Joel mindlessly chases your lips, looking a bit pouty now that its over.
âIm gonna start getting ready for the barbecue, okay?â
âThis early?â
âI like being punctual.âÂ
âMy brother wont give a damn if were late.â He noses your jaw, pressing a kiss here and there. Your knees are beginning to feel weak. The bastard is trying to distract you.
âBut I do. The farmers market opened today, and I promised Maria I'd get her fresh strawberries before we got there, remember?â
âAlright, alright.â He grumbles into your shoulder.
Joel lets you go, watching you round the bar counter to get your package and disappear upstairs.
-
Ever since you came down to a freshly showered Joel, and got into the car with the gift bags you prepared for Maria and Tommy, Hes been staring at you. One wrong move and the drools gonna start pouring out of his mouth.
Your hair is in its relatively natural state, freshly washed and shiny from the oil you put in it. You put on some light makeup, and went a bit heavy handed on the blush to look sunkissed, and topped it off with a flavored lip gloss Joel especially enjoys.Â
Now, the dress. Its a pink floral mid-length dress, with a low cut sweetheart neckline and a corset style backing to cinch your waist and push out your chest. The material is thick and pretty, and there are two other layers under the skirt to keep its shape. You have on a pair of little pink pumps with little bows to match.Â
The drive to the farmers market is fairly peaceful, the windows are half down and theres music playing at low volume on the radio. You and Joel have different tastes in music, but one genre you can always agree on is alternative rock.Â
The weathers beautiful, sun high in the sky, and its not too hot or humid. The day really is perfect. Youre gonna soak up some sun when youre at the barbecue. Hopefully, they made lemonade again too.
Joel has been mostly quiet throughout your shopping. While it would worry some, youve been with him long enough to know that he just has a lot on his mind. What hes thinking about? Maybe youll learn when you make it back home at the end of the day.
You gasp, strolling through the grass to a stand with a mountain of apples. Granny smith, Macintosh, Pink Ladys, Honeycrisp, the works. He grunts, trying to keep the things that are already in your basket steady. You came for strawberries and are going to leave with much more than that.
Joel nudges you softly. âRemember, this is quality stuff, meaning itll go bad faster. Dont get too much.â
âOkay, got it.â You beam, and then begin inspecting the Pink Lady apples first, trying to find the ones with the best color.  He keeps the basket within reach so you can drop your picks in.
"These were Sarahs favorites."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, it was funny 'cause we started arguin' over these or Red Delicious. I think Red Delicious is better."
"Thats so cute! Hmm. Should we get one for her? A Pink Lady?"
"Uh," He thinks on it for a moment, unsure, but the smile on your face helps him make a decision. "Sure, why not."
You drop two perfect Pink Ladys into the basket, moving onto the next pile.
âHey, Joel.â You grin, holding out a wrinkled granny smith apple. âThis one looks like youâ
âHa ha.â He deadpans, and grabs it from you to put back. In turn, hes reaching for the runt of the pile. A pathetically small one sitting near the bottom. âNow this one looks like you.â
âDoes not!â
âDoes too.âÂ
The next stand has golden kiwis, and youre practically dragging Joel forward to try them. You ask for one, and the man at the stand slices it into halves, giving you a plastic spoon to go with.Â
You let Joel smell it first. âSâgood.â
âLets see if it tastes good.â
You sink your spoon into it, humming when you see how soft and easy it is to scoop out. In your mouth it goes!
Its tastes sweet, a bit mango-y and fucking delicious. You bounce in place, spoon feeding Joel next. âOh yeah,â He smiles, smacking his lips a bit to really let the taste settle on his tongue. âWere takinâ some of these.â
You take one, then two, then three and four then five and as you reach for the sixth one, Joels stopping you with a gentle hand.Â
âDarlinâ.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
For the next few stands its just you and Joel trying various kinds of fruit. Starfruit, blueberries, some mangos, and then youre going back to the truck.
âI think my favorites were the mangos and golden kiwis. I hope Maria and Tommy have enough space in their fridge for all of this.â
âThey moved into a bigger house, I reckon their fridge sâprobably bigger, too.â
âWhat time is it?âÂ
You let go of Joels arm so he can switch the basket from one hand to the other.Â
ââBoutâŠâ Hes squinting at his watch. â12:34 in the afternoon.â
âOh! Guess we got the shopping done sooner than I expected. Hmm. Should we stop somewhere in the mean time?-" You snap your finger when you remember something. "They opened up this cafe that has cats in it! We can drink coffee and play with them for bit! The next fourty-five minutes will go by super fast."
âYoure gonna make Cement jealous.â
You bat your hand dismissively. âHes not gonna caaare.âÂ
âOh yes he will. And remind me again why we named our cat Cement?
âUh, we were both drunk and had gotten him the day before without a name picked out?â
âA whole year later and we still kept it. Worst pet owners ever.â Joel chuckles, opening the passenger door for you like he always does.Â
âThank you.â
âMhm.â
The giant basket of fruit goes into the back seat next to the gift bags before Joel slots himself into the drivers seat.Â
You fumble with the radio a bit, trying to see what else is on but ultimately landing back on your preferred station. Theyve been playing a lot of Linkin Park recently. Hell yeah. Joel buckles himself in at last, and pulls out of the parking lot.Â
âMarias gonna teach me how to make baked chicken,â You hum, gazing outside the window.
âYou sure youre not jusâ unteachable?â
âHa ha,â You lightly shove his shoulder, making him smile. âI thought you loved the meat sauce pasta I learned how to make.â
He settles into his seat more comfortably at the stop light, elbow rested on the window. âGot me with that one. Think I like ground turkey over beef, though.â
âYeah? Me too. The beef tastes better but the turkey is lighter. Stops me from feeling all sick.â
âAgreed.â
Youre looking out the windshield now. Where did all the buildings go? Youre out of the city.Â
âUh, Joel?â
âMm?â
âWhere are we going?â
âSomewhere to kill time.â
âYeah but where?â
âYoull see.âÂ
Your brows pinch together. âI see a whole lot of nothing except for trees."
âAlmost there.â
Joel makes a hasty left turn onto some campgrounds. Your stomach starts to twist into excited knots. Is he gonna show you a baby deer or something? Bunnies? He used to be a park ranger for this area, and would tell you stories about all sorts of baby animals hed run into.
The car comes to a stop, and he turns the engine off. Silence.
âSoâŠWere out in the woods to kill time?â
âMhm.â Joel unbuckles his seat belt and twists into the back to grab the spare jacket he usually keeps there, then gets out of the truck and comes around the back to open the door for you.Â
He holds your hand to help you get down from the passenger side, and as soon as both of your shoes hit the ground Joel is on you.Â
You dont know where your hands should go, youve kissed Joel a thousand times and yet you still get so flustered when he catches you by surprise. You keep your hands on his shoulders for now, letting him press wet kisses to your neck and shoulder.
âThis is new right? The dress?â He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze through the fabric. âThought you looked so pretty when you came down stairs in it.âÂ
Your heads spinning. Something about your dress?Â
âWoulda been okay if you let me have you earlier.â He pulls away, examining your flushed face cradled by his hand. Every part of you just fits so well in his palms. âThen I thought, why not have you now? We got time to spare.â
âJoel- We- Someone could see us-â You sputter, and Joels already shaking his head with a knowing smirk. He pulls you around to the bed of the truck, popping it open, only pausing to spread open the jacket he grabbed, just having just thrown it in there when he came around to get you.
âNo ones gonna come lookinâ for us.â He turns you around, pushing you down onto your front. âAs long as youre quiet.âÂ
Fuck. You really hate this game. At least, you like to tell yourself that.
Blood rushes to your ears while Joels rough palms lift up the skirt of your dress, exposing your ass and thighs to the cool air. He whistles from behind you.Â
âRed lace panties?â His fingers dont shy away from tracing along the fabric covering your cunt. âThis new too?â
You crane your neck over your shoulder to look at his face. âUh.. Surprise?â
Joels smiling now, fingers dipping under the lace. âThas' awfully sweet of you.â
His touch slips and slides around your growing wetness, then trails down to your clit. Your voice wobbles a bit and fuck- fuck hes going too fast. âJoel- Ah-â You whimper and try to push yourself up to look at him but his hand is steady on your spine, keeping you down.Â
Smug, âGo on, sweetheart. Keep sayinâ my name. Jusâ like that.â
A whine escapes you when he pulls away, âNooo.â You push your ass back, as if to entice him. You succeed, because hes skipped his usual routine of fucking you with his hands and is now unbuckling his belt.
Joel rolls you onto your back, and peels your underwear all the way off, bunching it up and shoving it into his back pocket. Your face burns just watching him.
âThink i'll hold onto these for a lilâ while.â
His hands push the back of your knees towards your chest, exposing your heat. Youll never get used to the way he just seems so interested just watching your cunt squeeze around nothing.Â
âThats-â You swallow, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. "Joel.â
âRelax." He coos, "Seen it a thousand times already, and ill be seein' it a thousand more. Get used to it, honey.â
Your attention flickers down to where his dick is about to meet your entrance. Joels nudging you down onto your back again and pulling the top of your dress down to expose your chest. Its when youre distracted that he actually moves to push himself in.
Both of you groan together, and Joel could never get bored of fucking you, not when your cunt just pulses around him everytime hes inside you.
Joel wastes no time fucking you once he eases all the way inside. Youre trying your best to keep quiet. Shit is no easy task. Its like Joel is trying to get you guys arrested.
He props himself up with a hand near your head, and lets the other keep one of your legs pinned open. The moans start to claw out of your throat. âJoel- Joel-âÂ
âShh. Thasâ enough.â He growls through his teeth, fucking you harder. âYoure gonna- Gh- Get us caught-â
Something rustles between the trees, making you both freeze. You clasp your hands over your mouth, watching Joel straighten up to look around.
After a few seconds of squinting, Joel can see a few foxes moving about through the trees. Thank fuck. His shoulders visibly relax.
Hushed, âE-Everything okay?â
âYeah, jusâ some animals.âÂ
And like that, hes back to it. His dick is going to make your eyes permanently stay rolled into your head.Â
Joel is always just so handsome when hes pounding into you. His forehead gets shiny with sweat, and his jaw is tight from clenching his teeth, keeping himself quiet so he can focus on your moans. His face is noticeably redder against his usual farmers tan too. Really, hes just so attractive.
A flurry of yes and harder and fuck spills out of your mouth and into your palms. Not too loud, you try to remind yourself.
âJoel- Sâtoo much-â
âNah, thasâ not it.â He huffs, humorous. âYou can take it. Y'always do. In fact, you love gettinâ your cunt bullied by me, aint that right?â As if to get his point across, he thrust in all the way to the hilt, making you keen. You forgot how to breathe, lungs drawing tight in your chest.
"Fuck," You manage to squeeze out.
Your palms push weakly at his shoulders, trying to ground yourself somehow. His head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.
âYou good?â He checks in, breath hot on your skin. As if your crying isnt enough.
âSo g-good, Joel- Fuck- Youre so good.âÂ
With a little nod, Joels pushing himself up, switching to slow and deep strokes, really digging himself into you, and trying to find that spot he likes to call home.
He massages your chest, then squeezes your sides and your hips and finally, his thumb finds your clit. Immediately, you jolt.Â
âOh fuck-âÂ
âQuiet.â And he says it to keep the charade going, even though his favorite thing is hearing your sobs.
His thumb rubbing incessantly against your that sweet little nub of yours. You choke, and Joels chuckling, watching the way you squirm, body not knowing whether it should lean into his touch because its too good or away because its too much.
It starts with this firey feeling under the pad of his thumb, then deep inside your stuffed cunt. Youre going to cum.Â
Your hands fly to your mouth again, and you get all wide eyed from the sensation. Its cute. Your muscles pull taut, legs locking around Joels hips. Youre wailing into your palm when it happens.
âGood girl,â His voice soothes you through it. âVery good.â
He pets away the fly aways sticking to your sweaty face when its over. Your eyes drop shut while you catch your breath.Â
Joels moving again now. He rolls his hips a few times, and thumb is building the foundation of another orgasm in you. Youre shaking badly.
Your words slur too, âCant- Too soon- Joel- Joel-â
âAnother one.â Joel says firmly, but breathless.Â
Youre gasping, not sure where to focus your eyes. The trees around you look like theyre spinning. Your attention is back on Joel, whos looking rather satisfied watching you squirm and cry. If thats how wants to play, then fine.
Your hands slide up Joels biceps, and rests on the nap of his neck to bring him down. âJuh-Joel,â You pant, cradling his face with both hands. âYoure so good- The best-â
Oh, Joel likes that one, you can tell by the way he looks away briefly. Shyness. Excitement runs up your spine. Joel loves being told hes doing well.Â
âYou are- Nghh-â You swallow the drool in your mouth, trying to get the words out clearly. âThe best husband I could ever ask for.â
Joel wheezes, head dropping into the curve of your shoulder. âPlease.â
âSâtrue,â You nod rapidly, fingers curling into his hair. âYoure so good to me and-and youre mine and- Joel-Â Im yours.â
âJesus-â He groans, soaking up the feeling of you pressing kisses to his face and up his jaw.Â
âHhah-Â No one else can have me, okay? No one- Not even-â
The name doesnt even come out of your mouth before Joels coming to a stop to slip his arms all the way around your middle. With the new leverage he has on your body, hes drilling his way into you. You fucking squeal, rules now long forgotten. Youre a useless ragdoll in his arms and he wouldnt have it any other way.
Your lips are shiny with spit and left over lip gloss, and he can still taste the mintiness in his tongue. Every now and again your eyes drop shut, but his dick just punches into your guts a little harder. Look at me.Â
Your brain is mush, just the way he likes it, and youre perfectly pliant in his arms, babbling over how good you feel. Hes kisses along the valley of your breasts now, stopping to suck the flesh of your nipples.
Youre just so pretty. Even when you have bedhead, or youre snotty from a cold, or youre all dirty from working in the garden youre still so pretty. Including now, all sweaty with you lipgloss all smudged and your mascara starting to run. Youre perfect.Â
Joel grunts loud, jaw clenched tight as he gets lost in the feeling of your insides. His perfect little wife.
When he cums, hes doubling over with a loud grunt, getting a few last thrusts in before his spent floods your cunt.
Youre blinking away your tears, now watching the clouds inch along the sky. It really is a beautiful day. You pet Joels sweaty hair, and kiss the side of his temple. Your core throbs faintly. Jesus, he did a number on you.
âLove,â You say softly, patting his back.
âMm?â
âGet up.â Another pat. âYoure squishing me.âÂ
Joel backs off to buckle himself up, but you stay seated to catch your breath and adjust your dress. At least it didnt get ripped during all the⊠Commotion. Not like last time.
âI need my underwear back.â
âNope,â
âJoel.â
He kisses the center of your forehead and helps you down from the bed and into the passenger seat instead. âTold you i'm keepinâ âem.â
You sputter, âI cant go to barbecue commando!â
âSure you can.â He pops open the glove compartment and gets out some tissues, hand snaking under your dress again to clean you. You sigh softly at the sensation.
âYoure the worst.â
âI am indeed the worst.â Joel pulls the seatbelt over your chest and clicks it in. âYou can tell me all about it on the way to Tommys.âÂ
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You know what the advantage is of taking an entire year to make this? Having it done for The Sims 2's 20th birthday â and, in 5 months, The Sims's 25th!
(ReShade off on the right.)
@philosimy's marvelous Old Town neighbourhood provided the base and the inspiration, and you should go put some respect on their hard work before you download this. It might even be what you came here looking for in the first place!
Their post has all the info you'll need about the SC4 terrain this neighbourhood was built on, and a list of the CC you'll need to use it:
Numenor: Maxis âLost & Foundâ #9: Waterfall & River
Criquette:
Lush (Temperate) Road DR & Neighborhood Road Transparency Fix
Road bridges set
Ultimate railway set
Haut-gothique: Age of Empires 3 conversions - part 1
Psychosims: Maxis Lost & Found - Plesiosaur
The good news is that that's all the CC you'll need to use the version with built lots. The bad news is that you'll need Ultimate Collection or all EPs and SPs to make everything work the way it was made. The even worse news is that it can't be perfectly 1:1 or as-is functional, but every lot is as close as I could get to how they appear in The Sims 1 Complete Collection. Basically, do a pass with your own CC and you'll make it nice.
DOWNLOAD (SFS)
To install:
Check your Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2\Neighborhoods folder to ensure it does not already contain a folder called âB407.â If it does, you will have to delete that neighbourhood to make room for this one.
Download and unpack OldTown2.rar.
Place the folder inside (named âB407â) in your Documents\EA Games\The Sims 2\Neighborhoods folder.
Start your game and play.
None of the lots in this neighbourhood have been so much as touched by a Sim to reduce game-breaking issues. It is free of the Super Duper Hug Bug. The neighbourhood itself contains no parts that will break your game. Unfortunately, it does include the default Townies, as the original did, and @creesims found memory issues among them. Some decorations may not appear in your game as advertised in this post, depending on your mix of default replacements and object fixes.
If you're only looking for individual lots, they're in the same SimFileShare folder as the neighbourhood and are 100% CC-free. I'll be making posts with caps and details for each one. I won't be making TS1 Sims to go in them, though; many others have done a better job than I could. Have fun finding or making your own.
So, not a perfect conversion. This is partially due to the self-imposed no-CC requirement, and partially due to the very nature of the differences between Sims 1 and 2. If you have an intuition of how Sims 1 looks, you'll notice:
Spiral stairs in odd positions and longer linear stairs.
A lack of curved stairs.
Wide blank spaces between the contents of a beach lot and its shoreline.
Different distances between buildings on a lot or between a building and the edge of a lot.
Differently-shaped shorelines and bodies of water.
Different terrain shapes and paints.
Fences that occupy the edge of a tile rather than the tile itself.
I can't change the above because they are foundational differences between the two games. The below, however, are stylistic choices that you should absolutely trash and redo with your own game:
Foundations and decks replacing floors.
Incongruous build and buy items.
Empty shopping and game space in community lots.
Mod-Related Notes:
The only mod compatibility issue will be with road default replacements. This hood requires Criquette's to work (see CC list above).
Voeille's Seawater: lots with or near water need a pool tile or two added to work properly.
Some community lots contain career reward objects or similar hidden items. You do not need any CC for these to appear on the lots.
However, in order for lot visitors to use the microphones, you'll need lamare's community lot mic fix.
If you know of a collection of 1t2 CC, I'd love to link it here.
Individual Lot Posts:
The Sims
2 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-09-21)
3 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-09-28)
5 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-10-05)
6 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-10-12)
7 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-10-19)
10 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-10-26)
Livin' Large
1 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-11-02)
7 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-11-09)
9 Sim Lane (SFS, 2024-11-16)
Hot Date
Hedman's Hideaway, 21 Wright Way (SFS, 2024-11-23)
Cory's Place, 22 Wright Way (SFS, 2024-11-30)
Wrensday's, 24 Wright Way (SFS, 2024-12-07)
Solana Towne Centre, 25 Main Street (SFS, 2024-12-14)
Landgraab Mall, 26 Main Street (SFS, 2024-12-21)
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Agent Peña
Summary: You and Javi are unpacking as you move into your new house, when you come across something unusual in one of the boxes. Surprise, it's Javi's old tac vest, and boy, do you need to show him how good he still looks in it.
Word Count: 5.3K (I'm surprised it's not longer, I could write a thesis about this vest)
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!reader (no used of y/n, reader's nickname is Osita)
Warnings: SMUT (18+) BOY OH BOY- unprotected p in v sex (be better pls), oral (m receiving), face fucking, mastrubation (f), big ole praise kink, creampie, cum play (ig??), soft dom!Javi (still being our consent king as always), Javi lifts reader up on the dresser and holds her hair, Javi's got a FILTHY mouth, THE VEST STAYS ON LADIES AND GENTS (gn)
A/N: ....Well.... Here we are. This idea has been rotting in the back of my brain for SO long, and I am finally ready to serve my time in horny jail đ«Ą As y'all know, Javi's tac vest is deeply important to me, and it only feels right to support my namesake as such by sharing my deeply dirty thoughts of getting absolutely obliterated by this man in that stupid fucking vest. If you know me, no you DON'T, please do not make eye contact with me for the next 7-10 business days. đ€Ș
This can be read as a stand alone, or as a part of the It's Never Too Late Series!!
âAre you sure this is the last box?âÂ
âYes, Hermosa, Iâm positive.â
âWell, that was your answer 3 boxes ago, Jav.âÂ
You laughed to yourself, hauling what was supposedly the last cardboard box out of the back of Javiâs truck as you followed behind him into your new house. Your official move in day had finally come, and while you and Javi had been periodically transporting things from your apartment to the new house since it had been finished with construction, today was the last day on your lease, and the first day of your forever in your new home together. While you couldn't have been more excited to finally be in a real home of your own with Javi, you were much less excited about the 47 trips you had made in and out of the house, hauling boxes to and from Javiâs truck, and unpacking your entire existence into your new living space.Â
You let out a little grunt as you set down the box into the mountain-like pile that had accumulated in your living room, Javi sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he planted a soft kiss on your shoulder.Â
âYou promise this was the last one?â You giggled, your voice oozing with sarcasm as you gave Javi a playful nudge while he held you in his grasp.Â
âPromise.â He laughed, giving you a squeeze, only making you squeal and squirm even more. âHopefully unpacking shouldnât take too long, Iâll start moving the heavier shit upstairs and in the garage, and Iâll come help you down here when Iâm done.âÂ
âWhat, are you saying I'm not strong enough to carry the heavy boxes? Rude.â You teased, spinning around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised.Â
âYou know thatâs not what Iâm trying to say, you dork.â Javi sighed, rolling his eyes at your utter lack of seriousness in response to his comment.Â
âI donât know⊠Sure seems like it to me⊠I just donât think that- HEY! PUT ME DOWN! STOP, STOP, YOU MEANIE!â You screeched, flapping your arms in hysterical laughter as Javi slung you over his shoulder, trapping you in the only way heâd figured out how to get you to stop with your never ending sass- tickling you until you were close to tears. âFine, I- Javi! Stop! You win! You win! Let me go, you butt!âÂ
âDid you just call me a butt?â He snorted, setting you back down on the ground, smirking at the goofy grin on your face as you tried to recompose yourself, post tickle torture.Â
âI would have come up with a better insult if I wasnât close to almost peeing my pants.â You grumbled, sticking your tongue out at Javi, the two of you trying your best to keep from bursting into laughter again.Â
âWill you just go start unpacking, weirdo? The sooner weâre done, the sooner we can go break in the new bed.â He smirked, biting down on his lip, his eyes looking you up and down with a mischievous sparkle.Â
âOooorrrrrr⊠We could just go break it in now and unpack later?â You shrugged, placing your hands on Javiâs chest, grabbing a fist full of the soft cotton of his worn t-shirt as you pressed up on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his pouty lip.Â
âAs much as I want to,â He paused, pressing his lips back into yours, feeling the smile of his smug grin, âIf we go now, thereâs no way all of this is ever getting unpacked.âÂ
âUgh, fine. You win again, Mr. Reasonable.â You frowned, giving him one last quick kiss before pulling away to search through the endless sea of cardboard to sort where each box needed to go. You reached down, hoisting up one labeled âbedroomâ and resting it on your hip, pointing to the scratchy scribbles of Javiâs handwriting. âLook! Iâm already going to the bedroom, sooooooâŠâÂ
âOsitaâŠâ  Â
âFine, fine. You better move those boxes fast. Rude to keep your wife waiting like this, ya know.âÂ
âWill you please just go unpack, Hermosa?â He sighed, laughing and shaking his head, hiking up two boxes, heavy enough to make his biceps flex and the veins in his forearms incredibly noticeable. You could almost hear yourself audibly gulp as you watched him walk up the stairs, the muscles of his back flexing and straining deliciously against the gray cotton of his t-shirt.Â
âJesus fucking ChristâŠâ You muttered to yourself, in awe of your husbandâs sheer broadness. So in awe, in fact, that you hadnât even realized you had let your box slip from its place resting against your hip onto the living room floor, making you jump and startle yourself, scrambling to try and pick it back up in hopes that Javi hadnât noticed.Â
âYou okay, baby?â Javi shouted from halfway up the stairs, peeking his head over the railing to see what had happened.Â
âYup, yup, totallyyyyy fine, all good, just going to unpack, nothing to see here.â You mumbled, darting down the hallway, eyes peeled in whatever direction was the exact opposite of Javi.Â
Oof. You better find a way to become the worldâs fastest unpacker.Â
Thankfully, you and Javi seemed to make an unspoken pact to unpack in separate parts of the house to avoid distracting each other, Javi now working on organizing things in the garage while you worked on sorting all of the things that belonged in your master bedroom. Clothes and sheets had been easy to put away compared to all of the pots and pans you had unboxed in the kitchen before this, working your best to put things away as fast as you could with keeping the metal clashing and clanging to a minimum.
 As you dragged the last box labeled âMaster Bedroomâ into your room from the hallway, you were curious what kind of contents could be inside, considering youâd put away all of yours and Javiâs clothes, and whatever bedding belonged in your room. You spun the box around to each side, looking for any more clues, until your last turn, where you found âJavi DEAâ printed on the upper corner.Â
You paused for a moment, letting your fingers drum across the tattered cardboard, questioning whether or not you should leave it for Javi to deal with, or open it up for yourself. You gently chewed on your bottom lip as you internally debated, trying to rationalize with yourself before quite literally opening up a box into Javiâs past.
You had heard about the good, bad and ugly that had been Javiâs life in Colombia before returning home to Laredo, so you would be shocked to find something in this box that Javi really didnât want you to see.Â
Itâs not like there was anything heâd be trying to hide from you in there, right? Probably just a bunch of badges and paperwork, anyways.Â
With a little sigh and a shrug, you carefully ripped down the seam of the tape holding the box together, slowly lifting the cardboard flaps to reveal the contents inside. As you peeked into the box, you let out a little huff of relief to find out that your suspicions were correct- nothing but file folders, old badges and ancient coffee mugs with DEA symbols slapped across the front.Â
You began making your way through the box, sorting its contents into piles for Javi to go through once he was finished in the garage. Even though majority of the items inside the DEA box were less than thrilling (unless you had a thing for reading 50 page long contracts full of legal jargon), you did get a kick out of Javiâs old badges, giggling at his grumpy frown that seemed to be plastered across his face in every picture he took from the time he started, until he retired. What cracked you up even more was finding the badges from the first few years Javi must have started working for the DEA, still sporting his signature pout, but with a clean shaven baby face you had only had the pleasure of seeing from the photo albums of Javi's youth that his father, Chucho, had so lovingly offered to share with you.
You gave the picture a sweet smile before setting it down with the rest of the badges in the growing pile, mindlessly reaching back into the box to pull out what you assumed would be more file folders full of paperwork. Except this time, you felt your fingertips graze against what felt like tough and worn fabric, dragging your hand further along the cloth until hitting a patch of scratchy velcro, making you cock your head in confusion. You scooted yourself over closer to the box, peering under the few manilla folders left inside to spot an army green strap popping out from in between them.Â
Now very much intrigued, you dug your hand between the sea of papers, yanking on the mystery item to reveal a deep olive green vest, followed by a few crinkled pictures that must have been stuck inside it, gently fluttering to the floor in front of you. You set down the much heavier than expected vest to pick up one of the photos face down on the carpet, only to turn it over and feel your jaw practically drop to the floor and eyes bulge out of your skull. Because in that picture, was not just any photo of Javi from his time in Colombia, this was a photo of Javi, in the very vest that you had dug out from the bottom of his box.Â
And holy fuck did he look hot.Â
Frantically, you picked up another photo that had fallen to the floor, feeling your heart legitimately skip a beat to find it was another shot of him in the vest, his dark curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat soaking his skin and the light blue button down underneath it, hands resting on the hips of his dark gray khaki pants that left very little to the imagination. You flipped over one last picture, only to find the same, breathtaking visual of him in that damn vest, his biceps straining against the sweat-stained cotton of his army green shirt, the veins in his forearms prominently on display as he held the gun he was carrying pointed at the ground.Â
While you had never seen these photos, or even known about this mystery vest until today, there was a part of you that was glad you hadnât- the way Javi looked suited up in that vest had your head reeling in a way you werenât sure youâd ever recover from, because Jesus Fucking Christ, it was the hottest goddamn thing youâd ever seen.Â
Your eyes darted back and forth between the three photos, each picture somehow looking better than the last every time you found a new detail to drink in that made Javi look even more delicious.
Holy fuck.
You couldnât help but let your mind wander even further than it already was, picturing what Javi would look like with it on now, the broadness of his shoulders filling out the vest even more than he would have the last time he wore it.Â
You were so entranced, so lost in ogling at how attractive Javi looked in the vest, that you hadnât noticed the sound his familiar footsteps trudging down the hallway, stopping in the doorway of your bedroom and watching you as you sat cross legged on the floor, hunched over the now nearly empty box.Â
âHey, Hermosa, Iâm almost all done in the garage if you wanna-â Javiâs voice quietly trailed off as his eyes wandered, looking at the items from inside the box spread across the floor, stopping at the long forgotten sight of his old tac vest propped up against the cardboard.
He couldnât help but quietly laugh to himself, simply out of shock that you had even found the vest in the first place, considering he hadnât even remembered it had been living inside a box that hadnât been touched since it was shipped back to Laredo with the rest of his things post DEA.
âWhere the hellâd you find this? I havenât seen this thing in fucking years.â He chuckled, reaching down to pick up the well worn armor, letting his thumb run along the seams of the rough fabric as he held it up in front of him, blocking your blushing and bright red face from his view.Â
âIt was uh- it was at the bottom of the box.â You gulped, trying not to stumble over your words, biting down on your tongue to try and keep your embarrassingly sheepish smirk at bay, Javiâs eyes now meeting yours as he lowered the vest from his view. He tilted his head in confusion at your clearly flustered state, reaching out his free hand to gently grab your arm, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, his touch only making you more riled up.Â
âHermosa, are you okay?âÂ
âYeah Iâm- yes, Iâm- Iâm fine, itâs stupid.â You muttered, making no attempts to cover up your clearly blatant lie, darting your eyes away from Javi and shifting your gaze to the floor to try and hide your hot, flushed face, embarrassed that you were this worked up from 3 old photos and a piece of police gear.
But unfortunately for you, Javi knew you like the back of his hand, and knew all too well when you werenât telling him something that was on your mind.Â
Letting his hand slide up your arm and across your collarbone, he stopped at your chin, forcing your gaze back on him, giving you a smug shrug and raise of his eyebrows, silently waiting for your real response, the one he knew you were hiding behind your bashful facade.Â
âWhatâs going on, baby?âÂ
With your eyes locked on his, thumb resting under your jaw, you had no choice but to swallow your own pride, the sweet dark brown of his glare coaxing your sheepish secret right out of you.Â
âThere were- there were pictures of you in the vest in the box. You look- Jesus, Javi, you look really fucking hot.âÂ
âThatâs it?â He laughed, softly swiping his thumb across your cheek, still feeling like he hadnât quite gotten everything out of you.Â
âWell I was thinking... that uh- if- what-âÂ
âWhat, baby? Talk to me, itâs okay.âÂ
Oh, fuck me.Â
âWould you, um, would- would you put it on?âÂ
âPut it on?â He chuckled, lifting up the vest, gesturing towards it.Â
âMhhmmmm.â You nodded, letting your tongue run against your teeth before biting down on your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat rapidly creeping through your body.Â
âLike, right now?âÂ
âLike, right now.âÂ
Realizing that you were completely serious about your request, Javi let out a playful scoff, running his hand over the back of his neck, almost as flustered by your ask as you were at the thought alone of seeing him in his vest.Â
âReally? I mean, uh- yeah, okay.â Working in a quick and determined silence, Javi began slipping the vest over his head, pulling it over his broad shoulders and unfastening the velcro sides before readjusting them, tugging the flaps tighter against his stomach to hold them in place, quietly grumbling to himself. âUsed to be able to pull these a lot tighterâŠâ He groaned, flattening the last strap against the velcro.
As his focused shifted from his vest to you, he couldnât help but smirk at the dumbfounded look on your face- the image in front of you leaving you so completely stunned, you felt like you needed to wipe the corner of your mouth to make sure that there wasnât any drool coming out of it. Your brain was so short circuited, at a loss to form any sort of coherent sentence, the best you could muster out was a low, shaky, âHoly fucking shit.âÂ
âDidnât know you had a thing for tactical vests.â Javi grinned with a devilish look slowing spreading across his face, seeing the complete and utter mess you were becoming as he slowly stepped towards you, the looming image of his broad body in that fucking vest making your heart race and your palms sweat.Â
âWell, I- I didnât, um, I didnât-â You stammered, your breath trembling as you tried to respond, your brain going blank as you watched Javi approach you. Before you had a chance to even try to and concoct some sort of answer, Javiâs hand was back under your chin, fingers wrapped around your jaw with a much tighter and demanding presence than just a few moments ago, sensing the undeniable shift of palpable tension in the room.Â
âDidnât what? Use your words, sweet girl.â He rasped, teasing you with his knowingly smug smirk, his words shooting straight to your core, making your stomach flip in anxious arousal.Â
You could feel your words bobbing in your throat as you swallowed, your tongue darting out of your parted mouth, desperate to taste Javiâs lips now barely ghosting yours, patiently waiting for your response, relishing in the needy mess he could sense you were quickly becoming.Â
âDidnât realize it until I saw you in it. You look- fuck- you look so hot.â You whispered, feeling his warm breath against your skin as he sucked at your pulse point, his teeth nipping at your neck as a ragged moan escaped your mouth. âJaviâŠâÂ
âNot gonna give you what you want 'till you tell me. I wanna hear you say it. Tell me what you want.â You could practically feel his satisfied smirk as his kisses worked their way down your neck towards your chest, each press of his lips taunting you, only making it harder and harder for any part of your brain to function.Â
âI wanna- fuck- I wanna suck your dick. Fuck, I need to taste you.â You whimpered, reaching out to run your hand across his vest, letting it trail from his chest, down to his stomach, your fingertips grazing his belt buckle before a firm grasp wrapped around your wrist, holding your hand in place and stopping it from traveling any further.Â
âNuh-uh.â Javi tutted, rasping in your ear. âBe a good girl and ask first. Tell me how badly you need it.â Â
âPlease, Javi. Fuck, please let me suck your dick, baby. Please.â You moaned, sounding more desperate than you had intended, but fuck, there was nothing you wanted to do more than drop to your knees and worship him in the most sinful way you could. Â
âJesus, youâre so fucking pretty when you beg for it. You need me that bad, Hermosa?â Javi grinned, feeling you nod your head frantically, the hand he was holding in his grasp reaching for below his belt. âOkay, baby, show me how bad you need me, huh?âÂ
In an instant, you were dragging your hands down his vest, sinking to the ground as you frantically worked to undo his belt buckle, the quiet clang of the metal singing a song of sweet relief as you shuffled his pants down his legs before hooking your fingers around the elastic waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to meet his pants. pooling around his ankles. His cock sprung free as it was released, already painfully hard and weeping with precum as it slapped against his stomach, the sight alone making you lick your lips. You kissed the inside of his thighs, trailing your way up to his shaft in long, languid movements, dragging your tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock before sinking just his tip between your lips, swirling it in your mouth.Â
You had barely touched him, but you were already so worked up that what had started as just a wet patch in your underwear had now turned into the fabric becoming completely soaked in your slick, leaving your cunt aching and throbbing. With your mouth still sucking and flicking at his tip, you couldnât help but let your hand snake down your front, sneaking between your skin and the waistband of your pants as it dipped into your underwear. You let your fingers slide through your folds, before sinking them into your heat, your hips instinctively grinding down on your hand to find any sort of temporary relief as you fucked yourself with your fingers.Â
Looking up at him with batted lashes, you sunk your mouth deeper down on his length, hollowing your cheeks as you took him inch by inch, watching his eyes go wide as you took the hand that had just been inside your pants back out to reveal the shiny slick covering your fingers, then wrapping them around his base, covering his shaft in your arousal.Â
It was taking everything in him just to say fuck it right then and there, to toss you onto the bed and fuck you until you were begging him to stop, but watching the way you worked around his cock so needily had him so stunned, he couldnât bring himself to do anything but let you work your magic.Â
âJesus, fuckâŠâ Javi muttered to himself, already feeling his balls beginning to tighten as your head bobbed along his dick, sinking down just enough to let the deep, musky scent of the curls at the base of his shaft tickle your nostrils.Â
It wasnât long before his hand was buried deep in your hair, his fingers cradling the back of your head as his hips began to buck towards your face, trying to hold himself back from full-on fucking your throat, until your fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs, bracing yourself as you gave Javi your silent nod of approval to keep going. Letting a low groan rumble in his chest, his second hand met the one already palming the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock as he thrust deeper into your throat, tears welling in your eyes and saliva spilling out the corners of your mouth. His tip brushed against your gag reflex, making you dig your fingertips further and further into his skin.Â
âOh fuck- this what you wanted, Quierda? To get on your knees and let me- shit, shit, shit- fuck that pretty little mouth of yours like the good girl you are?â Javi hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep himself together as he watched his length slide in and out of your mouth, tempted to let himself go and spill deep down your throat, watching his spend drip down your lips. But he knew heâd be kicking himself if he wasnât finishing buried in the depths of your cunt, your warm, wet walls milking him of every last drop, clenching around him as you came.Â
That was enough to pull him back to his senses, guiding his dick out of your mouth, the two of you catching your breath as you wiped your hand with the back of your mouth in confusion, wondering what had made him back off so quickly.Â
âJavi, are you okay? Did I do something wr-oh!â You gasped, stumbling as Javi forcefully pulled you to your feet, manhandling you towards your dresser, your mouths becoming a mess of tangled tongues and teeth as your back bumped against the wooden edge. Javiâs hands were under your legs, grabbing you and hosting you up to sit on top of it, ripping your pants and underwear down off your hips and tossing them to the floor.Â
âI need to be inside you. Fuck, I need to feel you when I fuck you full of me.â He mewled, reaching down to stroke himself as he lined his dick up with your entrance, running his tip through your folds, coating it even more in your slick before sinking himself deep into your pussy, flushing his hips against you as his cock bumped against your cervix. Even though you were already soaking wet, you couldnât help but whimper at the sweet sting of how full Javiâs stretch made you feel, gripping around the shoulder straps of his tac vest for dear life as he began to thrust in and out of you, already setting a punishing, desperate pace.Â
You wrapped your legs around the small of his back just under his vest, whimpering and moaning into his shoulder as your buried your face in the crook of his neck the lewd noises of muted moans and slapping skin filling the room as Javi punched into you, his cock splitting you open in the best way possible.Â
âJavi, oh fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good, oh shit-â You whined, your brain going blank, babbling between moans, already feeling a tingle beginning to build at the base of your spine while Javiâs hands gripped around your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you hard and deep. Your cunt was starting to clench around his cock, pounding into that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars and screaming his name as you could feel yourself coming undone around him.Â
Rutting your hips against him, the hairs at his base rubbed your clit, the friction giving you just enough stimulation to send you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a ferocious intensity, flooding every inch of your body with pleasure.Â
âThatâs it. Give it to me, Hermosa. Fuck- cum all over me baby girl.â Javi hissed through gritted teeth, his words humming deep in his throat as he fucked you through your high, his hands holding you in place as you melted into him, your body going limp as you came. âYou gonna give me another one, Querida? Be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you so full of me, Iâll be dripping out of you for days.âÂ
You were so lost in your pleasure, you couldnât find any words, simply nodding your head as you moaned into his neck, only starting to come to when you suddenly felt an emptiness in your cunt, Javi pulling out to scoot you off the dresser, guiding your feet to the floor as he turned you over, splaying your chest across the wooden surface and pinning your arms behind your back. Gently nudging your feet wider, you could feel his broad body looming over yours, his hot breath dancing across your neck as he nibbled at your ear.Â
âYou still okay, Osita?âÂ
âMhmmmmâ You whimpered, your body trembling as Javiâs hands ran across your hips, feeling his hard length pressed against your ass, wiggling your bottom half against him, desperate for him to ease the emptiness between your legs again.Â
âLemme hear you say it, baby. Tell me how bad you need it.â Javi grunted, now dragging his cock through your folds, teasing your dripping entrance, waiting painfully patiently for your response.Â
âI need it so bad, Javi, please, please baby.â You moaned, rolling your hips and pushing your ass back on him, doing anything to try and feel him inside you again.Â
âMy needy girl. Shhhhh, itâs okay baby, Iâve got you.â Javi smirked, flushing his hips against your ass as he bottomed out inside you, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure.
He slowly began thrusting in and out of you, dragging his cock along your heat, each stroke punching against your g-spot, so wet that you could hear each rut of his hips as he buried himself deeper and deeper into your hilt.Â
You were so blissed out, barely hanging by a thread as you felt heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, that you were resting your head against the dresser, closing your eyes as you felt yourself coming undone. That was until Javiâs firm grasp shifted from pinning your hands behind your back to sliding up your neck, resting his hand under your jaw and forcing your gaze into the mirror on top of your dresser.Â
Your eyes locked with Javiâs, the reflection of him in his vest towering behind you as he thrusted into you over and over, watching the brown pools of his eyes darken with lust as he watched you slowly begin to come undone under him.Â
âEyes on me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum all over me.âÂ
The image of him was all consuming- His wide shoulders spilling from the sides of the vest, his dark, damp curls sticking to his forehead from the sheen of his sweat that had begun to pool in his brow, the wrecked look painted across his face making you weaker and weaker as you could feel the heat creeping up your legs and through your core.Â
Reaching back, you grabbed on to the side of his vest, burying your fingers into the thick fabric for dear life as his pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming faster and sloppier with each snaps of his hips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his length, watching you turn into a puddle below him.Â
âI know youâre close, baby. Câmon Hermosa, oh shit- give it to me.â Javi grunted, letting his hand drop from your jaw to snake down your body, the pads of his fingers circling your clit with just enough force to have you screaming his name, clenching your cunt around his cock as you came.Â
âJavi, Javi, oh fuck, fuck, fuck-â You babbled, your eyes practically rolling in the back of your head as Javi began to follow suit, rambling incoherently, chasing his own high.Â
âI know, baby, I know. Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well. Fuck, oh shit- Iâm close, too. Oh, fuck me- Jesus Christ, Iâm gonna-ahhhhhh-â With only a few more thrusts, Javi was spilling inside you, his spend pulsing against your walls as he milked himself of every drop he had, his body slumping over yours as your chests rose and fell in sync, trying to catch your breath.Â
Your legs trembled as the warm mix of your spend trailed down your thighs, only to be caught by his fingers, slowly dragging your combined arousal back up your skin before taking it and pushing it back into your entrance, languidly pulsing his digits in and out of your dripping hole, making a ragged moan fall from your lips as he nipped at your neck, softly sucking at your pulse point.Â
âGonna keep you full of me all night, sweet girl, all fucking night.âÂ
âHoly fuckâŠâ You whined, finally catching your breath enough to speak before pushing yourself back up to stand, turning around to grab Javiâs face, pulling him in for an electric, passionate kiss before letting your hands rest on the worn army green of his vest, quietly laughing to yourself in disbelief. âJesus fucking Christ, Javi.âÂ
âYou okay, Osita? Sorry if I got carried away, I just- fuck, seeing how worked up you were, I-âÂ
âJavier JesĂșs Peña, you better not be apologizing to me for being the hottest fucking thing Iâve ever seen in that goddamn vest. I swear to God, Iâm never letting you take that thing off. Well⊠On second thought, if you donât take it off I donât think I will ever be productive ever again because holy shit.âÂ
The two of you couldnât help but laugh to yourselves as Javi wrapped his arms around your waist, his thumbs tracing soft circles against the bare skin of your hips, looking out at the scattered sea of pants and underwear on the floor that had been quickly left behind during your horny antics.Â
âWell, if you let me take it off,â Javi grinned, pressing a chast kiss on your cheek and then peppering them towards your lips, âthen we can go take a shower to clean up,â he paused again, feeling his smile against your mouth, âwe can go break in the bed, and I can return your little favor from earlier since someone was too eager to get dicked down to let me.âÂ
âOh, shut up, can you blame me? Donât have to ask me twice.â You giggled, raising a playful eyebrow at Javi. âJust promise me one thing, okay?âÂ
âOf course, Hermosa. Anything.âÂ
âDonât you ever get rid of that fucking vest, Agent Peña.âÂ
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