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as sick as it sounds, i loved you first. 2
LN x fem!leclerc reader
PART 2 OF 2 -> read part 1 linked HERE!
here we go again guys, you know the drill! follows directly on from part 1 because of the silly word count :(
warnings: warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, angst, fluff, kinda enemies to lovers? kinda? r is charles sister oop, miscommunication, both of them are down bad for eachother but they are also extremely dumb! breeding kink, size kink, pain kink (if u squint), unprotected p in v (donât be silly!)
part 2: 6.1k words
8. i have you.
âyou never told me why.â lando blurts.
the sun is setting outside, the pair of you sprawled out over your hotel bed. heâd been in your room for a few hours, tangled with you between the linen sheets. itâs thursday in brazil, and heâd made a beeline for your hotel room after media day wrapped up. he couldnât explain the anxiety he felt, pooling thickly in the pit of his belly, but it subsided as soon as he saw your pretty face, peeking through the crack in your door.
heâd stayed after, a habit that had been developing of late, when you were both at home in monaco, but it was unusual on a race weekend. youâd pulled out your laptop to do some work, and chucked the remote at him, telling him to put something on netflix. heâd just smiled and obliged, more than willing to stay with you.
âtold you âwhyâ what?â you look up from your laptop, confused.
âwhy you havenât really been with anyone else.â his voice is small, scared heâs overstepping but he figures heâs seen you naked one too many times to get shy.
âoh.â
you stare off into the dim light of the room for a second, collecting your thoughts, reliving it all.
âyou donât need to tell me, sorry if that was weird-â
âno, uh, itâs fine. itâs a bit tragic really, embarrassing.â you start. âthere was a guy, a couple of years ago. he was on my course at uni. he was perfect, flowers on my doorstep once a week, romantic dinners overlooking the harbour.â you reminisce, smiling sadly. âwe went on a few dates and he was selling it all perfectly, it was like he was telling me everything i wanted to hear. i trusted him, so i slept with him. it was my first time.â your breath hitches. ânext thing i know, heâs telling everyone that will listen that heâs best friends with charles leclerc and that heâs fucked an f1 drivers sister. and, you know, monaco is small. charles and arthur beat the shit out of him.â you laugh, but it doesnât reach your eyes, which are now glossed over with fresh, stinging tears.
lando slides closer to you, tentatively wrapping an arm over your shoulder.
âitâs always been hard, you know? people trying to get close to me so that they could get close to charles. all my life, itâs been the same shit. i just wanted someone to want me for me, just once.â
youâre crying now, and lando wants to die for causing it.
âhey, âm so sorry, honey. i shouldnât have asked.â he shushes you, pulling you close. he kisses the top of your head gently, and you snuggle further into him.
âno, itâs okay. wanted you to know. thatâs why i like this. us.â it comes out just above a whisper.
âthatâs why i like us too.â he murmurs. you look up at him, scanning his face.
âwhatâs your story? charles said something to me once about a bad breakup.â you ask softly. lando sighs.
âshe wanted the lifestyle more than she wanted me.â he shrugs.
âiâm sorry.â
âdonât be. iâm better off.â i have you, he wants to add.
âi like the fact that we canât hurt eachother that way.â you breathe, voicing the sentiment that youâve both shared since the very first time you were together.
âi like it too, honey. more than you know.â
-
9. ache.
a weight lifts off of him in vegas.
brazil had been a shit show, one that he wanted to forget. one that left him awake for two days avoiding your calls, until you snapped him out of it by showing up at his place anyway, and giving him the best head of his fucking life. heâd slept like a damn baby after that.
he had a week off, after, which he spent in your bed more than his own, and then he was promptly off to nevada, awaiting your arrival a few days later and fixated on clawing something back after brazil, even if it was just pride.
well, that fixation didnât amount to much, but at least you were there, somewhere, watching and waiting. charles is a wreck, though, storming away from parc ferme, which means youâll be with him, instead of with lando. he feels selfish at the way it stings.
heâs exhausted when he leaves the track, dead on his feet in the elevator up to his room. he canât bring himself to join max or george and celebrate. heâll make it up to both of them another time. his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, recognising your contact. he doesnât even fight the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth.
packed something special for you. you gonna come find out what?
heâs in love with you. has been for a while.
the attention you pay to him for himl, the way you tease him and laugh with him and let him lose himself in unravelling you. your quick wit, mesmerising eyes, the way you switch languages when he scrambles your brain and you canât think hard enough to keep speaking english. heâs a goner, and he knows it.
he doesnât bother replying, just makes a beeline for your room. heâs spent enough time in it already this weekend to make it there without much thought. youâd even left him a keycard, which he retrieves with nimble fingers from his wallet, letting himself into your suite.
he calls your name, rounding the corner and he could die right there, just at the sight of you.
youâre lamplit, knelt on the middle of your bed, wrapped in nothing but intricate, baby pink lace.
âmy god.â he pants, jaw dropped. youâre ethereal, gorgeous, a delicate gift wrapped up just for him to open.
âdo you like it?â your eyes are wide, daunted.
âwhat the fuck did i do to deserve you?â he stalks to the end of the bed, shrugging off his jacket, his hoodie, until heâs left in a white vest and team joggers. he kneels down at the foot of the bed, ready to crawl over you. âi love it.â
you flush, grinning sweetly as he crawls over you, pushing you back into the mattress.
âyou did this all for me?â lando asks, stroking over a lacy bra strap.
âthought you deserved it.â you purr, but your facade slips for just a minute. âis this okay? never done this before.â you glance up at him with round, doe eyes that make him swallow hard, melting further into you.
ââs perfect.â he promises. âyouâre so perfect.â
lando kisses you softly, his warm skin pressing into yours. you moan quietly into his mouth, holding him close. he thumbs over the lace adorning your bust, stroking it. you squirm every time he brushes your skin.
âwanna be on top. wanna try it.â you pant into his mouth, watching closely as he groans, eyes fluttering as he imagines the sight.
âonly if you keep this on.â he bargains, flipping the pair of you over.
you sit up on his lap, smoothing your hands over his chest as his find your hips. he steadies you, playing with the band of your panties, tracing over the pattern.
âcanât believe you did this all for me.â lando coos, taking the opportunity to take it all in, you, flustered and breathtaking, straddling him. dressed up all for him, all his.
âyou deserve it.â
âdo you think youâre ready for me? lemme see.â his hand skates between your thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against the crotch of your underwear. he applies pressure against the wet patch that he feels, licking his lips. âwere you thinking about me when you were getting all dressed up? thinking about how iâd touch you?â
âyeah,â you nod frantically, grinding down on his fingers. âwanted you all day but i wanted to be good for you.â you pout. youâre gonna kill him, he thinks.
âalways good for me.â he applies more pressure, toying with your clit through the lace, the sensation making you quiver, bucking your hips.
âjust want you inside of me, lando. iâm ready.â you plead, palming over his sweats. your hand travels further, finding his between your legs. you tug your underwear to the side, and he feels just how wet you are for him.
âyou sure, baby?â
there he goes again. baby. your tummy twists.
âyeah, lan, i want it to hurt a little.â you sound so sweet for him and it shreds the rest of his self restraint.
lando sits up just enough to rip off his vest, taps your thigh so that you lift up for a second, long enough for him to shrug off his sweats. when heâs bare, he paws at your hips, helping you to adjust. your fingers wrap around his length and he jolts, mouth falling open as you swipe the head of him through your slit. you sink down, taking just the tip, but it feels like the first time all over again, the angle creating delicious pressure that burns through your pelvis. your eyes squeeze shut and he swirls his fingers over your sides.
âtake it easy for me, love.â lando urges, looking up at you with concern.
âi like it. promise.â you choke out, eyes rolling back at the pleasure, the burn.
you continue to slide down on him, sinking further and further until youâre flush against his pelvis. you roll your hips experimentally, your clit brushing against the thatch of hair at his base and you squirm, sensitive.
âwant me to help?â he asks through gritted teeth.
âwanna do this for you.â you pant, rocking your hips against his.
the angle is brutal, so intoxicatingly good, and you can already feel yourself leaking all over him. you build up a rhythm, slow and steady, watching the ripple of his abs everytime you sink back down on him, the way his curls fan over his forehead, the veins in his arms bulging as he grips at your waist tighter and tighter.
âyou look so pretty, baby, taking me like this.â lando sighs, helping you pick up the pace. you cry out, leaning backwards, fingers gripping his firm thighs.
âitâs so good, you feel so good.â you whine, arching your back.
heâs entranced by the way your breasts bounce, fighting against the skimpy bra and he sinks his teeth into his plush bottom lip, eyeing you hungrily. one hand leaves your waist and travels to the cups of your bra, tugging so harshly that you hear the threads break. he frees your tits, watching in delight as they fall out of the lace confines.
âyouâre so sexy, honey, look so beautiful. youâre all mine, arenât you? this is all for me, right?â landoâs eyes roll back in his head when he feels the way you clamp down around him at his words. heâs gonna fill you up, he thinks, mark you as his from the inside out.
âyeah, lan, all yours.â you slur, fighting the urge to cum. ââm all yours.â
he can see that youâre tiring, the ache setting in, so he pulls you forward, until youâre chest to chest, wrapped up his his thick arms.
âiâve got you, baby.â he swears, holding you close as he rolls his hips, fucking up into you.
itâs all too much like this, the constant pressure on your clit, the head of his cock tapping against your cervix, the thrumming of his heart, the cold sweat of his chest peaking your nipples. you let out a strangled cry of his name, and you see white, your nerve endings overstimulated and fried. all you can hear is his voice, pulling your through it and out the other side.
âdid so good for me, baby, such a good girl. took it all so well, love.â
youâre limp on top of him, a dead weight curled around him like a life force. thereâs nothing that could make him move you, and wouldnât let you go unless you asked. you lay there in silence, your mixed release leaking out of you. your heart rate steadies, about as much as it can with him around, and you feel yourself blinking away sleep, exhausted. lando notices, of course he does.
âletâs clean up.â he suggests, sitting up carefully with you on his lap.
âcarry me?â you request sleepily, a lazy smile painting your face.
âas you wish.â he jokes, bowing his head.
your legs wrap around his waist as he shuffles off of the bed, and he walks to the bathroom, setting you down on the marble sink top. he leans into the shower, adjusting the temperature and turning the water on. he lets it heat up and turns back to you. no words are exchanged as he peels your ruined panties off, as he unhooks your bra and drops its all onto the counter. he tugs you off of the side, guiding your under the stream of water, the warmth making you relax into him. heâs more than happy to prop you up.
âmy legs ache.â you giggle, resting your cheek against his shoulder.
âwas it worth it?â
âdefinitely.â
âgood.â
he cleans you, massaging soap into your skin, and washing it off. you stay close while he does the same for himself, passing him different products as you clean up together. itâs quiet, nothing needs to be said, and you wonder if this is what life with him would be like. domestic and easy.
âstay.â you let yourself ask, croaking the request out into the silence. youâre both drying off, and heâs gathering heâs clothes.
âi thought youâd want me to go.â he looks like a deer in headlights. cute.*
âstay.â your repeat, and this time it sounds like a plea. he slides his boxers on.
âokay.â
heâs like a furnace under the covers and you canât help but curl into his side, legs wrapping around eachothers. thereâs no going back from this, you fear. heâs thinking the same thing. you kiss his chest as you fall asleep, just a quick press of your lips to his pec, but it makes him hot all over. if the lights were still on, youâd see him blushing. he returns the favour with careful peck to your hairline. you both nuzzle impossibly closer.
âhas it ever been like that for you?â you whisper into the darkness. you hear the change in his breathing.
the question is loaded; have you ever felt like this before? was that just sex to you? what are we? what is this? do you want me how i want you?
ânever.â itâs barely a whisper
you fall asleep with a smile on your face.
-
when you wake up, he stirs, bronzed arms tightening around you.
âgo back to sleep.â he grumbles, pulling your back to his chest.
âi need to catch my flight.â you reply, turning around to face him.
youâre stunned when you see him smushed into the pillow, lips pouty, eye lashes fluttering to clear away sleep. he looks so pretty in the morning light, and you wish youâd asked him to stay the night sooner.
âjust fly with me.â lando mutters. you freeze.
âlan, you know i canât do that. what would that look like?â
âwho cares?â he half shrugs behind you, and you wriggle away, sit up in bed.
âuh, me? i care, lando. i canât be seen flying around with some other driver, do you know how much that would complicate things?â
âsome other driver.â he huffs. that gets his attention, and he sits up. âwhat so we can sneak around, and youâll let me fuck you, but being on an airplane together is crossing the line?â he grunts sarcastically. you narrow your eyes at him.
âdonât say it like that.â you scold.
âhow should i say it, then? i thought maybe this meant something more to you.â heâs standing from the bed now, hurt thick in his voice, and you panic, reaching out for him, but heâs finding his clothes.
âit does! it does mean something to me but⌠lando, i canât put charles in that position. i canât put myself in that position.â you reason weakly, standing and rapidly moving towards him. you pull him to face you, holding onto his shoulders. âdonât go, please.â you whisper, cupping his cheek.
he stares down at you, dejected, a wounded animal, and pushes your hands off of him.
âi, uh. i care about you. a lot. too much, i think. i canât go through this again, and you canât hurt your brother. soâŚâ he breathes shakily.
âso?â you plead, shaking your head. âdonât do this, we canâŚâ
âiâm not gonna be âsome other driverâ, honey. âm sorry.â
âlando-â
âits okay. this was good while it lasted, and i know youâre gonna find what youâre looking for, without all of the, uh,â he gestures around blindly. âthe complications.â
âdonât go.â you whisper, catching his hand. tears pool in the corners of your eyes, distorting him.
âgo catch your flight.â he smiles sadly, finally dressed, and then heâs gone.
you stand frozen, taking stock of whatever the fuck just happened.
i care about you.
good while it lasted.
youâre gonna find what youâre looking for.
complications.
you choke out a sob, stumble backwards onto the foot of your bed when it hits you.
youâd already found what you were looking for, and now, he was gone.
-
youâre supposed to go straight to qatar with charles, but you beg him to get you a flight home instead.
he can hear that youâve been crying, and tells you that heâll kill anyone that you need him to. you promise itâs fine, through even more tears, tell him that youâll fill him in when heâs got a minute to breathe.
the ticket lands in your inbox and you flee. you spend the twelve hour flight watching love actually, crying into a glass of wine, and wondering if you should get gracie abramsâ lyrics tattooed on your forehead.
i love you, iâm sorry would be quite fitting right about now.
when you land, you donât even go home, making a beeline for alex and charlesâ apartment instead. when alex lets you in, confused to see your face, leo does laps around your feet. you drop your bags and fall into her arms, sob until your throat is raw and your eyes are bloodshot.
âi fucked up.â you wail, breathing hard.
âlando?â she asks, tentative. she has a knowing look, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head.
âwhat? how did you-â
âwell letâs just say that we saw the DM he sent you, and arthur was actually sat opposite me when you said you were with him.â she admits. you gasp.
âdoes charles⌠does heâŚ?â
âoh, sweetie, charles knows nothing. although he did ask me what shoe size you wear after coming to your place a few weeks back. he said something about a pair of birkenstocks that looked huge compared to your other shoes, and i told him that was just the style.â she snorts, and you slap your hand over your forehead.
âoh, jesus.â you whine, hiding your face in your hands.
âwanna tell me what happened?â
âi donât even know, he asked me to fly with him and then i said it would complicate things, that i couldnât been seen with, quote on quote, âsome other driver.ââ you sigh.
âsome other driver? oh, girl.â
âyep.â
âwere you guys datingâŚ? or?â
âno! lately things had been a bit more,â you pause, gathering your thoughts. âintimate? i donât know. i definitely have feelings for him.â
alex looks at you sympathetically, strokes your knee soothingly.
âhave you told him that?â
âno, i didnât know how and now heâs done with me.â you wince, a fresh wave of tears pricking your eyes.
âmaybe not, sweetie, maybe you if you told him how you felt, heâd understand. is charles what youâre worried about?â
âcharles, the fans, all of it.â you whimper.
âthe fans can be, well, intense, but take it from me, if landoâs worth it, none of that matters. is he worth it?â
you pause, weighing it all up. the way heâd been with you, so gentle and caring, considerate and interested in you. heâd made you feel safe and satisfied, and everytime you caught him looking at you, you felt that first initial spark all over again. you could laugh with him, push and tease and not just be charles leclercâs little sister. you look forward to seeing him, feeling him, speaking to him. all of this together feels heavy, but you want to bear it.
âhe is.â you whisper, looking at alex nervously. âoh, god, what do i do?â
âi think thereâs a paddock pass with your name on it that you should make use of.â she tells you, wrapping you in a tight hug. âand if charles has a problem, tell him he has to go through me.â
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10. pizza and pasta.
max fewtrell sips his coffee in the hotel lobby, waiting for keegan to join him. itâs hot in qatar, dry and bright, ornate.
his phone buzzes.
message request from: yourusername
HI SORRY ARE YOU IN QATAR????
he probably looks like a cartoon character, eyes bulging out of his skull.
another message comes through.
this sounds insane and iâm sorry that this is like, the first time weâve ever spoken, but i need a huge favour. like a really really huge favour.
max scratches the back of his head, pulling a face at his phone. baffled wouldnât even begin to cover how he feels.
he picks up his phone, and opens the messages.
-
lando over exerts himself keeping away from you. the sprint race had been a breeze compared to staying away, out of your reach. it hurts like hell, but itâs a necessary evil for both your sakes.
he wants to sleep, do nothing else but collapse onto his mattress, phone silenced and curtains drawn as tightly shut as they can go. he unlocks the door to his hotel room. the light flashes green, and he relaxes, finally. until, he doesnât.
thereâs a faint sound coming from down the short corridor that separates his front door from his sleeping area. itâs not max, heâs just left him outside his own hotel room, and itâs not keegan, either, for the same reason. he wonders if he has another stalker, braces himself and picks up the first thing he can find. a shoe. useless, he thinks.
lando creeps down the corridor, poised and ready, jumps out of his skin when you round the corner before he can get there. you yelp, bracing yourself against the wall.
âwhat the fuck, i thought you were a murderer!â lando huffs, throwing his head back.
somehow, the sight of you is worse than any murderer could ever be.
âputain! god, iâm so sorry! so sorry!â you squeak.
âhow did you get in here?â
âfunny story,â you tilt your head to the side, trying to look harmless. âmax let me in.â
âverstappen?â lando asks, face twisting with confusion.
âno, idiot. fewtrell.â you reply, duh-like. âi can go, i know this is crazy and weird and a total violation, but i had to talk to you.â your voice softens and lando seems to finally relax. heâll kill max later.
âthis is batshit, actually, but i respect the grind.â lando shrugs. âwhat do you want?â he sounds harsher than intended, closed off, but you suppose you deserve it.
âiâm sorry about what happened last weekend.â you inhale shakily. âi⌠i care about you a lot, too, and i have done for a while but i was too scared to say it. i realised as soon as you left that i never ever wanna hurt you like that. never want you to feel like i donât lo- care about you⌠like that.â you catch yourself, not ready to say certain words. he gets the gist.
âi donât wanna be some hookup anymore. it was fine at first, when i thought thatâs all i could have from you, but i know that itâs not. i want you.â lando states, his words poignant. âwhatever pace you need, whatever you want from me, i wanna give it to you.â
the space between you dissipates.
âi saw you, you know, watching me from your garage all those months ago, like you were trying place me.â your voice is barely above a whisper. âadmittedly, i kinda wanted to punch you for ruining that dress, but i also, really really secretly thought you were cute.â
âwell, if weâre being honest, i really wanted to fuck you the first time i saw you.â he jokes crudely, and you slap his chest. âin my defence, i was blackout drunk.â
âasshole.â you mutter. youâre so close now that his nose bumps yours.
âi think you like it.â he whispers.
âyeah, i really do.â
your lips meet his urgently, homecoming. itâs been too long since youâve had him in your hands, touched him and felt him breathe against you. the kiss is passionate, frantic, and you know youâre in love with him. youâre certain.
-
an hour later, youâre tucked into bed with him, a movie that youâre not paying attention to playing idly on the tv. pizza crusts lay on a plate, the leftovers of your impromptu dinner date.
youâve covered your degree, how he got into racing, what you do for work, who youâre friends are, family dynamics.
you learn that his favourite colour actually is yellow, and he learns that youâre favourite drink is red wine. he prefers pizza, you prefer pasta. you like flat whites, and he doesnât like coffee at all.
âafter abu dhabi, iâll take you on a real date. i promise.â he sounds excited as he says it, and you melt into his side.
âoh yeah?â you ask, looking up at him, your cheeks smushed against his shoulder. he tucks your hair behind your ear, thumb stroking your cheek tenderly. he just hums in response, gazing down at you.
âgonna talk to your brothers as well.â he murmurs, dipping down to peck your lips.
ânot just yet.â you whisper. he furrows his eyebrows.
âwhy?â he doesnât sound upset, maybe a little deflated.
âi wanna enjoy this a bit longer, at least go on a real date before, you know, they kill you.â you keep your tone serious, holding it together well. he bursts out laughing, squeezing you closer.
âand here i was worried that you were ashamed of me.â heâs grinning toothily, boyish and pure, and you kiss him again, deeper.
ânever.â you coo.
-
11. daylight.
abu dhabi is a distant memory by the time you get back to monaco. you were happy for your brother and your boyfriend.
yeah, thatâs what you get to call him now.
your first date had been effortless and yet so intricately perfect, lando planning it down to the last detail. flowers delivered to you the morning of, picking you up at the door, telling you just how beautiful you looked. your table had been waiting for you, candlelit, dressed immaculately. a bottle of red wine served as the centrepiece, your favourite kind. swoon.
he orders pizza, you order pasta. halfway through, you switch plates.
you wake up the next morning in his arms, content and satiated, still bare from the night before. your phone is buzzing, stirring your both out of your deep sleep. you ignore it.
âcâmere.â he begs, breath fanning out across your neck and you wriggle backwards, further into his arms. your naked skin moulds with his, and you can feel him, ready and waiting against the curve of your ass. heâs still half asleep, and so are you, but you spread your legs just enough for him to swipe himself through your folds and slip right in.
you groan at the stretch, he shushes you soothingly, clinging to your frame. everything is so warm and heightened.
âso ready for me.â he whispers, kissing over your shoulder, hips making the most minimal, languid thrusts that make you dizzy.
âwant you like this every morning.â you purr, hiking your top leg up even further. heâs basically on top of you now, his body half covering yours.
lando drags your hips back to meet his, breathing heavily against the back of your neck.
âanytime you want me âm here. âm yours.â lando mutters, eyes rolling back in his head when you clench around him. lewd sounds are exchanged between your lazy bodies, so worked up, two powder kegs desperate to explode.
it happens in waves, powerful orgasms washing over your bodies like the sunlight through the curtains. itâs bright and warm and leaves you buzzing underneath him, electrified.
âgood morning.â you smirk, rolling over to face him.
heâs already sunk back down into the mattress, a satisfied grin on his face, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks where his eyes have fallen shut. he looks angelic, and if it wasnât for his devious ways, youâd hail him a saint.
âvery good morning, baby.â lando pants, scrubbing his hands over his face.
âyou look so pretty.â you breathe, raking your nails through his hair. he groans, shivers of pleasure radiating through his scalp and down his back.
ânot as pretty as you.â he surges forward, pinning you to the bed, the pair of you a hazy mess of limbs and laughter, so wrapped up in eachother. heâs peppering you with kisses, all over you face and your chest, further and further down your body.
round two is about to commence, and youâre more than excited, ready to welcome him back between your thighs, when you both here a loud, repetitive thud coming from faraway. lando pulls back, trying to pinpoint the sound.
âis that the door?â he says to himself. âsorry, baby. need to get that.â he frowns apologetically. you sigh, waving your hand in understanding, watching as he grabs a robe.
-
charles nearly chokes on air and fury when he gets the all caps message from arthur, followed by one from lorenzo, then his publicist.
arthur: HAVE YOU SEEN TWITTER? i donât know if i should laugh or cry
enzo: be nice to her, donât be a little bitch
publicist: Charles, we will need to address this news immediately and conclude whether the photos are out of context or not. Meeting scheduled on the shared calendar.
first question: what fucking photos? did someone catch him picking his nose in public?
second question: who does he need to be nice too?
third question: can he not go five fucking minutes without some impending media crisis?
he opens twitter and doesnât need to look hard, because there on his screen is a picture taken the night before of his precious baby sister, and there is lando fucking norris with his tongue down her throat.
alex asks him where heâs going, watching him storm out keys in hand. he doesnât respond with anything but a growl and a mutter of your name. alexâs eyes go wide, reached for her phone.
to: your number
girl he knows! idk how but he KNOWS!
for once in your life PICK UP THE PHONE
JESUS OKAY i just saw twitterâŚ
OKAY im tracking charles location rn and looks like heâs near landoâs?
MISS LECLERC PLEASE! HELLO?????
it was nice knowing you babe.
-
you pick up your phone as lando leaves the room, scrolling absentmindedly through your notifications. your interest peaks, however, when you see about a million texts from alex, and even more missed call. in fact, you have literally thousands of notifications, and your blood runs cold.
youâd been so careful last night, surely it hadnât leaked. your blood runs cold when you open your text chain with alex. the aggressive knocking on the door suddenly makes harrowing sense and you spring from the mattress just in time to hear the front door click.
âis she here?â you hear charles bellow, voice laced thickly with anger.
âuh⌠who?â lando tries, he really does, but heâs not a good liar. you wince, grabbing anything to cover your dignity: landoâs sweats and a t-shirt. you scramble out of the bedroom, sliding down the corridor from the sheer speed youâre moving at.
âfucking hell.â charles sighs, wincing at the sight of you. âof all the people on the planet, you pick my rival? you pick him?â charles barks at you. you close your eyes, focusing on your breathing as your chest constricts. âi told you. i specifically told you not to mess around with him, and câmon, i donât ask you for much.â charles throws his hands out in frustration.
âcharles, listen to me,â you keep your voice calm and steady. âweâre not messing around, we⌠weâre together.â you confirm, watching his jaw tick.
âtogether? with him? do you know how many girls probably think theyâre in a relationship with him? half of the portuguese modelling industry is linked to him.â charles laughs incredulously, disgusted. your eyes narrow, watching lando crumble into a million pieces in your peripheral.
âdonât you dare ruin this for me! and how can you come into his house and speak to him that way? my god, charles, you donât get it, do you? i can never be happy with anyone because of you! everyone, everyone, uses me to get to you and, god, i finally found someone who cares about me and couldnât give less of a shit about who you are and you donât approve? shall i stay single and lonely and in your shadow forever? should i go for some greasy hedge fund legacy who wants to fuck any leclerc he can get his hands on? huh? iâm sorry if you donât approve, truly, i am, but you will not have a say in this.â
charles stays silent, as does lando, the only sound in the hallway being your heavy breathing, a symptom of your monologue. you feel the ghost of landoâs touch on your waist, soothing you from your outburst, and you lean into his touch, looking up at him. his eyes are reassuring, the only source of comfort.
charles watches intently, the silent communication between you both, and it knocks him for six. ultimately, he wants you to be happy, but it begs the question: can lando make you happy? the way you truly deserve? he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, lets out a muttered string of expletives.
âwill you look after her?â he stares daggers at lando, watches the way the brit straightens up.
âi will.â lando nods firmly, eyes sincere.
âand you wonât hurt her? you wonât fuck her around?â charles looks like heâs desperately pleading, but his voice is commanding, no margin for error.
âi promise.â
âand youâll make her happy?â
âiâd do anything for her.â
your head snaps towards lando, the tears youâd been holding back finally breaking the dam. charles watches closely, steps backwards towards the door. there isnât space for him here right now.
âokay. i- okay.â you watch the way charles backs down, and he finally meets your eyes again. âma chĂŠre, je suis dĂŠsolĂŠ.â he tells you solemnly. you nod, lips in a thin, hard line. you can feel lando nudge you forward.
âcome here, loser.â you groan, opening your arms for your brother. charles meets you half way, squeezes you tight. he gently kisses your forehead and turns to leave, not before shooting lando a look that says âiâm watching you.â
you turn back to your newfound boyfriend, tears still falling, but you pay them no mind.
âwell done, baby.â he affirms, thumbing away your tears.
âi love you, lando.â you whisper, threading your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck. âthank you.â his eyes glaze over, total adoration swirling in the pools of green.
âso glad you said that because i absolutely love you too.â he laughs, hauling you in for a kiss. itâs a mess of tears and laughter and a weird sense of serenity.
âyou might wanna call your publicist. pictures of last night leaked.â you mumble against his lips.
âat least we donât have to sneak around anymore.â he shrugs. âiâll call later. got things to do.â he picks you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder. you squeal, and he teasingly slaps your ass.
you catch sight of the apartment as he walks you through it, and you think about the first time you saw it, under the cover of darkness, covert and clandestine.
you much prefer it in the light of day.
you prefer lando in the light of day, too.
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oiiiii
hey, đ a big fan of your parents work (which is you)
and also a great fan of your works too!!
you're so sassy and lovely, a real role model btw.
I got a good fic idea and you are the only one I think can do proper justice to it.
rough sex from a nonsensical fight between the reader and seungcheol. the man ends up taking her from behind on the couch, but ends up having the reader's back to his chest, one hand down the other holding her throat kinda, and he accidentally says something so dumb, they both stop and start laughing. same position everything, they just are laughing and that sex turns to soft one. yeahh sorry about that.
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sex after a fight with seungcheol
WARNINGS: smut, silly fight, choking, dirty talk, mentions of body fluids (cum), clit stimulation, afab reader, seungcheol saying smth cringey bc hehehe a/n: def telling them about this compliment HASHAHAUHAUHA, and thank you sm đđ on my sassy era I think? heehheeh
âwhy the fuck are you so bossy, cheol?â your voice cuts through the living room, breathless, already hoarse from the way heâs been handling you like a doll for some time already.he doesnât answerâheâs too busy burying himself inside your drenched cunt from behind, his hand splayed across the small of your back, pushing you into the couch cushions like youâre meant to stay there forever. the smack of his hips against you echoes in the room, like heâs trying to fuck his frustration right into you.
âyouâre the one whoâfuckââ you gasp, fingers clawing at the couch. ââstarted this. you put the stupid picture on the wrong wall.âhe lets out a low, guttural laugh, breathless and mocking, like youâre the one being ridiculous. âwrong wall?â his voice trickles with sarcasm, like youâre talking about world peace instead of home decor. âitâs my fucking apartment too.â âitâs not just yoursââhe pulls you up without warning, your back flush against his chest, his arm wrapping tight around your waist to keep you steady. âyou really wanna fight about this now?â your head tilts back on his shoulder, and his other hand comes up to your throat, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. his fingers donât tightenâjust rest there, like a warningâlike, he still can choke you.
âyouâre so fucking stubborn,â he growls, his lips brushing your ear, making your skin prickle. his hips donât stop, not even for a second. âevery damn thingâs a fight with you.â
âmaybe if you werenât such aâshit!âcontrol freakââ your sentence shatters into a moan as his free hand slips between your thighs, fingers working your clit over until youâre gasping, your chest heaving.
âwhat was that?â he mocks, âdidnât catch that, baby.â
your nails dig into his forearm as you throw your head back. âi saidâyouâre aâbossy prickââ
his grip tightens just enough on your throat to shut you up.
his hand tightens just the right amount, that perfect sweet spot where your head spins a little, but itâs the way his fingers donât even falter on your clit that gets you. he feels itâof course he feels itâthe way your clit pulses under his fingers at the same time your walls clamp down around him, like your bodyâs completely giving you away.
cheolâs known you for years. too many nights fucking you, too many fights that ended like thisâhe knows you too well. knows how you get all sensitive when youâre this close.
so, of course, the fucker pulls out.
âah-ah, nooo! cheolâwhat the fuck!?â your voice breaks into this desperate whine, your thighs trembling as you claw at his arm.
he just smirks, like this is a game to him. âshhh,â he hushes, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder before lifting his hand and landing a sharp slap to your ass.
âcheolâ!â you snap, twisting your neck to glare at him, but heâs just laughing. the kind of cocky laugh that makes you want to slap him backâexcept he looks too fucking good, his flushed face and that messy, sweaty hair making you forget your anger for a second.
âthat ass sounds like a drum babeâ he chuckles.
you freeze. he freezes.
and then youâre laughing, full-on cracking up, hystericaly âwhat the fuck did you just say?!â
cheolâs face goes bright red, and he buries it in the curve of your neck, trying to hide. âsorry iâoh my god,â he groans, muffled against your skin, though heâs laughing, tooâembarrassed and shaking with it. âjust shut up, i donât know why i said that.â
youâre wheezing at this point, your stomach hurting. âa drum, cheol? seriously?â
he huffs, still trying to hide his face, but his hand sneaks up to squeeze one of your tits, like itâs his way of punishing you for laughing too hard, trying to distract you while rolling your nipple with his thumb. you break a moan, but cant stop laughing.
âquit it,â he mutters. âyouâre gonna kill the mood.â
âthe moodâs dead, babe,â you gasp, wiping at your eyes as you keep giggling. âyou killed it. murdered it.â
âshut uuuup!â he whines, but heâs still laughing, his body shaking against yours.
somehowâsomehowâhe slides back inside you, still chuckling, the both of you grinning like idiots. every time he thrusts, the moans stutters for a second because one of you bursts into another fit of laughter.
âokay, okay, seriouslyâstop laughing,â cheol says, exasperated, amused as youâre still choking on giggles. his hand smacks your thigh this time, not too hard. but it only makes you laugh harder, your whole body shaking against his.
âi canât!â you gasp, turning your head to catch his flushed face out of the corner of your eye. âyou called my ass a drum, cheol. you banged your way into that one.â
he groans like heâs suffering, but his smirk gives him away. âyouâre gonna regret that.â
you scoff, not buying it. âwhat are you gonna do? write aâfuck!â
you barely get the word out before his arms snake around you, pulling you flush against his chest like youâre a doll he can just position however he wants. his lips brush your ear, and his voice drops into that low, syrupy tone thatâs made you weak since day one. âtold you I know how to shut you up.â
his hand dips between your legs again, fingers finding your clit like itâs second nature, you forget how to breathe for a second. the other hand stays firm on your chest and arms, holding you pressed tight against him so thereâs nowhere for you to go. his hips move deep so you feel his wet tip hitting your cervix, he makes you feel every inch of him.
âoh my god,â you whimper, your head falling back onto his shoulder.
âthere she is,â he murmurs. âwhat happened to all that laughing, huh? gone now?â you try to bite back a moan, but it comes out anyway, and he chuckles, smug as hell. âyeah, thatâs what I thought.â
you lean your cheek against his, feeling the scratch of his little facial hair. âcheolângh.. baby!â
âmm?â his voice is too relaxed, like heâs not busy fucking you into next week. âwhatâs up, baby?â
âdonâtâdonât stop, gonna cum.â you gasp.
âwasnât planning on it,â he says, and you can feel the smirk pressed against your jaw. his fingers move faster, matching the pace of his hips, and youâre melting, just like he knew you would. âbut... say it hm..â he says, . his fingers press harder against your clit, and your body jolts at the same timr. âsay youâre mine, baby. let me hear it.â
âiâm yours,â you breathe, and the way his breath hitches makes your chest tighten.
âthatâs right,â he mutters, his lips finding your jaw, kissing along the line of it, like he canât get close enough. âmine. all fucking mine.â
you twist in his arms, turning just enough to catch his lips with yours, and the kiss is messy, desperate, tongue and need. his rhythm falters for a second, but then heâs right back at it, fucking into you so deep itâs all you can think about, his hand still working between your legs until youâre right on the edge again.
his name spills out of you, you crash over the edge, your body shaking in his arms. he holds you through it, his own movements growing rougher, until heâs groaning into your neck, his grip on you tightening as he fills your swollen cunt, the slick starting to drip from your folds.
âtold you iâd shut you up.â he mumbles, his lips quirking up against your skin.
âshut up, cheol!â you mutter back, but thereâs no heat in it. just warmth, just laughter, just him.
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Crybaby!reader or shy!reader wanting to put a bow around fb!chris hard dick. It would be so seriously unserious. Like a heated make-out and out of the blue they would ask.
mine is shy!reader :) if you'd like a crybaby!reader vers, @55sturn and @hanbinics have that reader insert ! also, considering my two don't kiss .. won't be incorporating that rn just to stick with my theme/story. sorry abt that !!!
"i'm not lettin' you tie a fuckin' bow on my dick, kid. knock it off." chris grumbles, glaring at you through his hazy vision as he takes another drag from the joint, the smoke curling from his mouth as he continues to speak. "don't give a fuck if you saw it on tiktok or some dumb shit, s'not happenin'."
"just once? please?" you press with a quiet tone as you twirl the soft pink ribbon around your finger, your frown deepening as you imagine how it would look. "i'm just curious... and my friend said she did it with nate as a joke, and it sounded like fun."
"i don't care â at all, really. not one bit." he says, his tone flat and unyielding.
"you're so..." you trail off, your frustrating bubbling beneath the surface as you huff, slowly unwrapping the ribbon from your finger. a wave of insults dance in your mind, but you bite your lip, pulling a face instead.
"i'm so what?" chris challenges, raising an eyebrow and fixing you with a piercing look as he takes another hit from his joint. you huff once again, turning your gaze away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he just got under your skin â even though it's probably clear. "yeah. thought so."
you're unable to stop yourself from pulling another face at his words, mimicking him by accident, and you freeze when chris reaches out and knocks your knee with his foot in warning.
you raise your head to meet his gaze, finding him already staring back at you with an unimpressed expression. neither of you breaks eye contact for a moment, and you're surprised at yourself for not backing down.
finally, he scoffs, breaking the silence. "fine. whatever. do it."
you choose not to ask him if he's sure in fear that he would suddenly change his mind, and a gentle smile spreads across your lips as you reach out towards him, freeing his soft cock from his boxers.
you play with him a little just to get him hard for you â stroking his cock like you would during sex, applying the right amount of pressure and moving your hand over his sensitive tip, watching as his hips buck slightly at the contact.
in truth, if you were horny right now, the sight would've made you wet and you would've shyly asked him to fuck you â but the thought of the tying the ribbon into a bow on his cock was the only thing on your mind, you just wanted to see what it would look like.
you're really curious.
once he's hard, you're careful to wrap the silky pink ribbon around his cock with utter concentration, your tongue even poking out between your lips as you secure it with a few gentle tugs, ignoring the way he shifts and grunts under your touch.
"y'happy?" chris drawls once the work is done, his gaze flicking down to see the final result. he scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "jesus â all that whinin' for it to look like this? this is underwhelming as fuck, kid."
you hum, lips pursed as your head tilts to the side. "it's kinda cute."
chris' eyes snap to yours in an instant. "don't ever call my dick cute again."
"sorry." you give him an apologetic smile, and he shakes his head in annoyance. taking one last hit of his joint, he turns, placing it down in an ashtray as he blows out the smoke, his mind starting to feel a lot more cloudier.
but that doesn't prevent him from hearing the quick noise of a camera shutter.
he whips his head back to look at you, his eyes narrowing as he notices your phone pointed directly at his cock. "did y'just fuckin' take a picture?"
you smile sheepishly, your cheeks warming slightly as you realise you've been caught. "... no."
#áŻę°asksęą#áŻę°anonęą#â fratboy!chris#â shy!reader#ę° fratboy!chris x shy!reader prompt ęą
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Stop Obsessing Over The Void And Subliminals (kinda rude rant)
as a person who started interest in the loa in late 2020 discovering subliminals. LOA is simple, idk why it took me 4 years to understand. manifesting is easy.
if you have struggles with manifesting. don't panic imma help you from being like me đ.
1. Realize you are in control
Stop STOP and i mean fucking STOP. Giving the void and subliminals so much fucking power and bitching about it " OH MY GOSH i didnt enter the void wtf am i gonna doooo đŞ " or " THE SUBLIMINAL SAID 5 Seconds and it would work where is my SP? "
like gorl u sound desperate as fuckkkkk lol
but heres how we change this. first the problem is YOU. why the fuck you depending on some tool? thats like me depending on my feet to make my decisions and getting mad when my feet dont say shit back to me. LOL
but no you just need to strengthen your self concept. you can do this BYYYYY
- repeating affirmations during the day
- changing your thoughts
- Rampages
- &&&& Drumroll pleaaaaseeeee .... đĽđĽđĽđĽđĽ
Sleep affirmations. they slip into your consciousness at night :)....At the end i will link my FAVORITE VIDEOS, for the self concept.
2. MANIFEST
oh shit you thought this was gon be long huh? no bookie its just two things. better your self concept and start manifesting. NOW i am gonna some tips.
stop giving the 3d power when you make the 3d...
EXAMPLE:
you start your day saying " oh i have my ideal body im soooo freaking happy i finally did it, like i been x pounds for everrr and i love my body "
and then the second you look in the mirror you like " damn bruh i wish i had my ideal body "
cause like why tf did you just ruin your fucking manifestation, why did you fucking react????
When you look in that mirror this is what they mean by " old story ".
Instead, look in the mirror and close your eyes and imagine your ideal body, or just deny it. " who the fuck is that in the mirror, gorll ik thats not me cause i got my ideal body ive had it since 1823 "
ALSO
dont let your thoughts rule u, u rule them. if you are in public and think " omg they looking at me cause think im big" NO dont do that...
instead say
" Girl they looking at me bc i got my ideal body, and i been had it since a baby in da tummy ahh"
exactly change that mindset. thats it. all you have to do is catch yourself, improve your thoughts and your self concept will be thru the mf roof. So den you can manifest in a snap of a fingerrr. period thats the magic đŞ sauce bookie. also dont say will say have cause you already have it bookie bear ;)
im open for questions and i am open to telling what ive manifested WITHOUT some dumb ass void or subliminal lol.
heres the video; BTW LOOK AT HER PAGE SHE HAS MUCH MORE.
youtube
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The LADS boys when...someone else asked you out/says I love you, before him.
(it's either A:prank or B:a friend of yours that asked you how to ask someone out. I think only one of them will be a real one...dunno yet.)
Sylus, Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel
There will be a part 2 to this, just saying lol
Also, I started this because I was daydreaming of Zayne's practically all day. Oh and Xavier's, I had like, three different ideas for his lol.
Sylus-
â˘Okay so, who would be dumb enough to confess to you, knowing that the big bad leader has a soft spot for you?
â˘Of course, someone who has no idea you are even involved with him. That's who.
â˘Sylus watched as you went to go get your coffee from the barista. A Macha Green Tea Smoothie with a little bit of Vanilla and some whipped cream on top. He has that shite memorized. (Sorry if you no like, this is my fav drink from Scooters, you can pretend it's your favorite instead)
â˘He saw how the customer that just walked in paused when he saw you, before he smiled and called your name.
â˘you knew this random man??
â˘Sylus thought he knew everyone that you knew but with how you were greeting this guy-wait what, you're hugging him???
â˘Sylus' jaw set as he watched. He had to wait for you for months to get comfortable with him enough to so much as hold his hand, and this rando gets a hug in seconds?
â˘Nah. Nope. Not upset. Not even a little- was that a kiss on the cheek?????
â˘He's glaring both of you down, but he decided not to interfere with anything because you just started getting comfortable with him. He doesn't want to ruin that over, jealousy?, no, he'll hold himself back. For now.
â˘...maybe, if this guy stops holding your hands while you both talk. It's really annoying.
â˘Finally you both are saying goodbye to each other, he nearly sags in relief, until he hears it.
â˘"Bye babes! Love you!"
â˘...oh no.
Xavier-
â˘Tara was bored.
â˘She was also tired of watching Xavier fawn and hover over you like a worried mother hen.
â˘So she hatched a plan.
â˘She asked Nero to join in said plan.
â˘He was done with Xavier's shit too.
â˘The plan...backfired. Horribly.
â˘All it was, Nero was supposed to ask you for coffee and while of this 'date' he was to tell you as a joke that he likes you very much, as a friend, and he would like to become best friends.
â˘He barely walked away after asking you for a Coffee date.
â˘Xavier was unsettled.
â˘He completely forgot that other men might take you away from him...he feels he was too comfortable with how things were that now he's worried you will choose someone else...he doesn't want to lose his star.
Zayne-
â˘So Dr.Grayson needed some help and ended up calling you. So you went to the hospital while he was on his break and you both were trying to go over what he should say to this girl
â˘"How you doin'?" "NO."
â˘Zayne was walking by when he thought he heard your voice so he walked over only to hear Grayson saying, "I like you...love you even, will you go out with me?"
â˘Pause. Wait a minute. What the f-
â˘Zayne stands, frozen to his spot. Not aware of his surroundings nor hearing you respond to Grayson's 'confession'. He hardly reacted when you walked up to him.
â˘it took you snapping your fingers in his face to finally snap out of it.
â˘He blinked rapidly for a moment and locked eyes with you.
â˘"What...what are you doing here?" He could barely get out this sentence.
â˘"Grayson called me, said he needed help with something- are you okay?"
â˘Zayne looks kinda faint...oh shit.
â˘next thing everyone knows, Zayne is passed out in your arms.
â˘Everyone panics and it turns out Zayne has been overworking himself, the added stress of thinking that someone confessed to you before he could, didn't help.
â˘The thought of you with someone else also didn't, in fact, help.
â˘Next thing he knows he's in his office, on the couch with a fluffy, familiar, blanket covering him.
â˘Its your blanket that you always use when you pass out in his office after the check ups, cause no one would bother you there. Not on his watch.
â˘it smells strongly of you too...
â˘he sits upright immediately when he remembers and looks around the office...sadly you weren't there because Jenna called you out for a briefing, but he didn't know that.
â˘He went to pick up his phone to call you when he saw a note on top of it.
â˘"Get some rest Zav- doctors orders!! <3"
â˘His heart felt like it was gonna explode. Yet...he still couldn't get it out of his head that you might be dating someone else...
Rafayel-
â˘The day started out normal
â˘he got up, texted you, started painting, texted you, took a bath, texted you, complained to Thomas that you weren't answering his texts, calls you.
â˘the usual.
â˘What he didn't expect was when you 'called' him back. (You butt dialed him lol)
â˘so when he answered with an over excited 'hello?!' he was not expecting you to be talking to someone else.
â˘"Yeah, Tara he's just so...*dreamy sigh* I can't help but love him you know?..."
â˘He sat straight as he listened to you talk about this mystery guy and how you 'love him so much'... He might cry.
â˘Hangs up the phone before you even say who it is, he's so distraught, didn't hear that you were talking about him and asking Tara how you might be able to confess or if it was even a good idea.
â˘Mopes about the rest of the day, wanting to text you, call you, anything but he refuses to at the moment...he's too busy wallowing in self pity and cuddling the plushies and blankets that you leave at his place.
â˘You're supposed to be here...making him feel better but he guesses that you would rather be with mystery man than him...
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace sylus#xavier love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace imagine#rafayel love and deepspace
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sweetheart. | luke castellan x f! child of ares!reader
about - "i need you more than i want to." - camila cabello
warning - smut, all characters are 18+, petnames, oral (f receiving), luke is MEAN. brat taming sorta kinda maybe
a/n - guyssssss i luv enemies to lovers im gonna SOBBBBB anyways i hope this is good lmao
here you two sat. in mr. d's office while he yells at you for fighting again. it wasnt even in a in trouble way, more of a shut the fuck up and get along kinda way.
but it wasnt your fault!!
it all started when you were training. you were extremely upset since luke had, once again, beaten your team at capture the flag. you had such a good plan too!
then, luke just had to come on over and brag.
"you look a bit tense, sweetheart. don't tell me your upset that we won?" luke smirks from behind you, making you turn around.
"you only won because you cheated." you say, your eyes squinting.
from there, it basically turned into you insulting each other back and forth.
you hadnt always been like this. there was a time when you two were the best of friends. but you were driven away by your siblings since the ares cabin and hermes cabin hated each other
so now, here you were getting chewed out all because luke is cocky!!
"you two are both banned from capture the flag until next month." mr. d says, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"what?!" you and luke say in sync.
"luke started it! this isnt fair!" you groan, standing up from your seat.
"how did i start it? you're the one who started being rude!" luke argues. the two of you ramble on and on before mr. d gets fed up at kicks you out.
you and luke walk outside of the big house, burning in anger. leave it to luke castellan to ruin your month!!
his stupid handsome face is always getting on your nerves! and what annoys you the most is that you cant stop thinking about him.
mostly at night, when you touch yourself in your bedroom. luke is who you think of. but who can blame you?! hes just soso hot when you spar, sweat dripping down his forehead and his chest heaving. :(( his veiny arms tense as he holds his sword and swings it with ease.
and gods, his lips!!!
"you started it!" you repeat, annoyed that he was blaming it on poor lil you!! :((
but, thats when you get a genius idea. you had to find a way to put luke in his place, and thats what you had.
as a child of ares, you had the power of telumkinesis, the power to curse your opponents' weapons and transfigure any object into any weapon. you could also change the weight of your opponents weapons, which is exactly what you planned to do.
"we could settle it with a spar?" you sugest, shrugging to look as natural as possible!!
"you're on." he smirks.
you get dressed in your camp half-blood shirt, cut and fitted to be shorter and tighter, and some jean shorts. you throw on your super dirty, red converse and grab your sword, walking to the arena to spar.
you see luke and look down at his hand, holding his sword.you stop walking and.. okay, how does this shit work?
you stare at the sword, focusing only on that and eventually lukes arm drops a bit and he brings his sword up to his face and examine it. it worked!!!
you walk over, feeling as confident as ever.
"you okay, castellan? you look a bit stressed out." you smirk, making him snap around to face you, a scowl on his face.
"what'd you do to my sword, daughter of ares? dont think im dumb." luke snaps, making you scoff.
"i dont know what you're talking about." you shrug.
luke looks around before snatching you wrist, his grip tight as steel as he drags you into the forest.
luke ignores your insults and protests as he pins you to a tree, his hands on your waist and him towering over you.
"not so strong now are you? hm?" he growls, grabbing your face.
"l-luke.. this isnt funny.." you whisper, stomach twisting into a billion knots. "wasnt tryna be" he mutters, grabbing your sword and throwing it gods know where.
"so fuckin' pretty when you're not talking." he sighs looking at you for a moment before connecting your lips.
he kisses you sloppily, not caring to try to use skill. you're stunned for a moment before you kiss back, kissing with as much desire as him.
he pulls away. "shit, can i?" he breathes, making you nod rapidly.
he unbuttons and unzips your jean shorts, tugging them down and letting them pool at your ankles.
"gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart." he mutters, kissing your cheek before he kneels down in front of you.
he rubs his thumb over the wet spot on your panties with a groan, making you shutter.
"you're soaked." he smirks. he pulls your panties down and your pussy is connected to it with a string of wetness. "fuck, who knew you were such a whore?"
he digs in, lapping at your swollen clit like a starved man. your hands find their way to his messy curls, tugging as hard as possible out of spite.
he slightly pulls away. "don't tug so hard." he mumbles, arousal all over his chin. you push his head back into your cunt, moaning when his nose connects with your clit.
he thrusts his tongue in and out of your hole, making you cry out and tug his hair hard. "pull my hair like that again and i'll stop." he warns.
you quickly move your hands to his shoulders, not wanting him to stop eating your cunt.
he goes back to pushing him tongue inside of you, your moans and cute noises egginng him on.
"fuck, luke! dont stop, dont stop." you cry out, back arching off the tree.
he pulls away, breathing heavily onto your cunt. "im not baby, im not."
he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on it.
"luke! cant, its too much!" you sob, trying to push his head away. "you can take it. you'll take it."
your orgasm crashes over you, shuttering as luke licks it all up.
he stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
you notice the prominent tent in his pants, making you frown. "what about you?" you ask, looking up at him.
"just gives me a reason to see you again." he shrugs, kissing your cheek.
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RED LIGHTS 01.10.23 - ghost face!gojo satoru x reader
âHave you ever felt so strong emotions for someone that the moment you close your eyes and start seeing red lightsâŚ?â He asked.âNo?⌠Well, thatâs how I feel for your girl. I would kill for herâ And if that means killing you as well because you donât treat her like she deserves⌠so let it be.â
warnings: knife play, unprotected sex, cheating, dumbification, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mentions of killing, picture taking, exhibitionism, possessive behavior, breeding, tummy bulge, marking, blowjob, use of nicknames, (dear, baby, pretty girl, sweetheart...), toxic relationships, degradationâŚ
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It was a lonely night and truthfully you hoped something exciting would spark. Your boyfriend, Geto, was out with some of his friends doing god knows what, so there really wasnât any use in texting him since he wonât respond.
You've been together for 2 years now, he treated you like a princess at first⌠and still does⌠when he wants sex⌠or money⌠or when he needs something from you. Your friends have been telling you to leave him for months now, but even after all this time, you canât bring yourself to break up with him.
You stood up from your spot and made your way into the kitchen to make a snack. Popcorn sounded really good right about now and you chose kettle corn.Â
Your head perked up at the sound of the house phone, nobody really ever called that stupid phone unless it was for bills, some annoyed girl coming for Geto, and other dumb shit so hearing it ring was a little odd, especially since it was 9pm. You grabbed the phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID.
âHello, dear.â
âHello? Who's this?â
âYouâll find out soonââ the caller said like it was some kind of melody talking to you, âWhatâs your favorite scary movie?â The question caught you off guardâ You raised an eyebrow, almost hesitant to answer before shrugging your shoulders. It was probably some dumb child playing a prank on you, itâs October and crazy people go out on the streets and start their âwannabe killers from moviesâ type of shitâ but at the first kill they get captured.
But not for one specific âghostface wannabeââ And deep inside you, it scared the living shit out of you. Because each time it got closer to you and your boyfriend.
âUhm⌠I would probably say Screamâ Itâs kinda funny yâknow, because itâs pretty obvious youâre trying to act like fucking ghostface to scare me, but surprise kid! No one falls for this nowadays, so if you please can stop with your dumb fuckingââ
The sudden noise of someone knocking at your guard made sudden chills come down your spineâ The atmosphere turned cold, and it was like someone was watching you. You looked back at the phone and the call ended, but the knocking continued.
If you were in a movie, everyone would be yelling at you not to open that door but who was going to stop you? This was just some random teenagers right?âŚ
When you opened the door, there stood the stranger holding a shiny large knife in one hand and a camera in the other. Your heart went crazy as you saw him stand tall in dark attire. The mask to the harness on his chest, the tight black long sleeve to the baggy cargo pants and combat boots.Â
âSurprise.â Is what the stranger said before snapping a quick picture, the flash making you squint before a rough gloved hand gripped your throat. âThis is your sweet treat, baby. You shouldnât have tricked me like thatâŚâ
Your hands went immediately to your neck, trying to get his grip out of you. Your heart rate could turn on lights at this point, you were praying for someone to come and fucking help you right now.
His rough grip suddenly stopped, giving you space to breathe. âShh..â His other hand caressed your left cheek with the blade of the knifeâ not hard enough to cut you.
âHas he made you feel his love?âÂ
⌠What?Â
What the hell is he talking about?
He scoffed, your reaction almost making him lose control, the irony that you donât even think about your boyfriend makes him even angrier at this point. âI really wanna know, do you even love him?â
His voice was darker this time, if you heard closely you could find a little tiny bit of hope in his tone, but the question and the situation you were in had your mind dizzy, tears filling your eyes.Â
âAw, câmon now Y/N⌠You cryinâ? Youâre better than that.â The voice changer stopped, finally recognizing the person behind the maskâ âG-gojo?âŚâ
He remained silent for some second before his grip on your neck softened, and he let out a small chuckle. Gojo Satoru, the man your boyfriend hated the most but still continued being his friend. The one who always got what he wanted, everything but you.
âThe one and only baby.â
âW-why? W-what?â You couldnât form a coherent question before his grip on your neck got rougher this time, knife going closer to your neck tooâ He was fucking angry right now. âHehe⌠Why? Why Y/N?! Why did you choose him?â His voice was unsteady, filled with mixed emotions, something about the situation you were in right now, making you feel flusteredâ Of all the girls he could get, why you?
Your hands softly and slowly approached his face to get rid of the maskâ His blue orbs almost disappearing thanks to his dilated pupils, there was definitely something else going on behind all that âI want youâ âWhy him?â situation right now.
You and Gojo always had a girlfriend best friend relationship, never dealing with anything else or any kind of misunderstanding after you and Geto got together. But before?⌠Well, he might have told Geto about his little crush on you, but this time he was serious! Not trying to play with you like with other girls, he was even willing to change for you.
But you never caught the signs of him trying to make a move on you, and he stills remains with the fucking doubt of how his âbest friendâ stole you from him. He knows Geto is attractive, but heâs not a good person to say the least⌠at least not better than him.
His eyes scanned yours, trying to find some kind of fear or hate towards him, but he couldnât find any. His face got closer to yours, lips almost touching, you closed your eyes, anticipating his next move. But nothing couldâve prepared you when his lips crashed into yours. At first you freezed at the sudden motion, but later warmed towards him and his body.
Sudden strong emotions overcome your body, past memories flying through your mindâ thinking how different life could be if you gave Gojo a chance back then. âIâve- been giving my life for you, trying to stop everyone from getting closer to you. Fuck..â He stopped the kiss and you followed his lips asking for more but he stopped you. âWould you hate me if I killed your boyfriend?â His hand dropped the knife so both of his hands can caress your face while looking for you.
The truth is, you think he wouldnât do it, and heâs just telling it for the act. But in reality he has been a few steps from doing it. He has done it before, so why not?
You slowly denied his question, moving your head side to side. His face grew with a sadistic and almost a scary smile thanks to your answer. And he started kissing you again, but this time it was hungrier, needier.
âOn your knees..â You could never deny him, especially with him looking at you like that. You shouldnât like this but you were not on the normal side on the kink meter anyway. What made it worse is when he collected back the thick bladeâ it made your body tremble. It even made your pussy wet feeling him drag the cold blade along your cheek. You whimpered pathetically.
âYeah, you would be into this freaky shit babe. Say hi to the camera and give me a big smile before you suck my dick baby.â You didnât notice when he grabbed his instant camera back ,t he knife no longer in your faceâtaking a picture of you on your knees in front of him.
âYou know what to do.âÂ
Gojo watched as you unbuckled his belt, leather boot pushing up against your clothed cunt making you whimper. âArenât you the cutest? So eager to have my cock in you mouth, I bet Suguru doesnât know how you fuck your pussy right.â
His words were filthy and the way he wasnât scared to say them made your body tingle. âFuck, look at that..â The view of his fat cock hanging in front of your face made you moan a little, lips coming into contact with the sticky tip until they parted. You wasted no time taking him in your mouthâ A sudden flash making you close your eyes. The sound of a picture sliding off the camera fills the wet sound of you sliding your tongue along the base and sucking until the taste of him spreads on your tongue.
âHoly shit, itâs like you were made to suck dick. If this is what your mouth feels, I wonder what your pussy feels like..â You whimpered, tears filling your eyes until they spilled down your cheeks and your mascara coated your skin in messy streaks. Gojo was mean, he fucked your throat until your drool was spilling down his balls and the wet snap of his hips filled the living room area.Â
You could faintly hear the ding from your phone but you couldnât focus too much, your brain was mush and the feeling of his boot against your pussy was making it even worse. Nothing but a dumb girl.Â
âI bet- Nngh- Suguru doesnât know how to treat you right⌠how to make you feel his love. God, maybe this was my sweet treat instead huh? Donât worry though, Iâll fuck you.â
Gojo made you hold his cock in your mouth until you were tapping for air. Your throat was growing sore but your cunt was worse, you were aching to feel him inside you. It was a need at this point. Your hand cupped his balls and massaged them. That earned a throaty moan from the man as he suddenly pulled out, stroking his cock until pearly strands of his cum hit your face.
He huffed as he grabbed the camera. There was a smirk on his lips and as he raised the camera, he mumbled.Â
âSmile for the camera, baby..â
A drunk dazed smile showed in your face, looking nothing but like a proud girl of her acts. His cock proudly showed how hard he still was even after coming right in your face. âSuch a pretty girl. And now all fâmeâ
His gloved hands caressed your cheek and gathered the cum left there, âSay ahhâ you did as he said, mimicking the sound and he inserted his finger inside of your mouthâ making you taste him.
âStand up sweetheart.â Following his instructions, you stood up from your place. He started removing the gloves from his hands, and throwed somewhere next to his belt. His bare hands now roaming and exploring your bodyâ undressing you with every touch.
In a blink of an eye you found yourself laying down on your bed while Gojo towers over you. Exposed chest, it was automatically the way your hands moved to explore his body this time. Another sudden flash makes you come back to reality out of your trance, the sound of the picture coming out making you look back at Gojo, who had an adorning smile on his faceâ full of love that it would even have been seen as creepy if other people saw it.
But it was just the both of you.
Ringing came from your phone, but it was long forgotten in the living room.
He gave a few hard pumps, craving the way the walls of your cunt spasmed and clenched around him in such a tight grip that he thought youâd stop the blood flow of his dickâ You were already fucked up, he has taken two orgasms out of you, playing for the third one.
He pulled back until the angry tip of his bulbous head rested against your sore lips and pushed in swiftly, rocking you forward when he kissed your cervix, bumping it in a drawn-out pumpâ feeling your walls spasm sporadically, he rolled his hips and let out a chuckle when your head jerked back and moaned wantonly.
âDo you want Suguru to know how much of a whore his little girlfriend is?â Gojo cocked his head, a vicious smirk playing on his lips. The noise and flash of the camera was now part of the sex, you didnât even notice it anymore.
âAre you in there, princess? Or are you already cockdrunk?â he rasped, tightening his hold on your hair. You shook your head, whining with pleading eyes staring up at him, hand going to grasp the arm that held your head up. Your eyes teared up and closed at every pump, your body jolting up with little moans slipping through your open mouthâ ones that you couldnât stifle because of his harsh grip.Â
âLook at that bulge in your tummyâ Fuckâ I can feel you donât take good cock because of how tight you are baby.â Heâs fucking you senseless right now, one of his hands in your tummy feelings his cock in and out of you for support, while the other keeps your legs up so he can continue thrusting. âYou would look so pretty full of me, all round and beautiful with a child of me. Thatâs what you want, baby? You want us to have a kid? Baby trap me so I can take you from your ass of a boyfriend? Mhm?â
...
The next day you woke up in your bed, warmer than usual, you searched for your phone and looked at the hour: 7:02 A.Mâ until you realized who was spooning you; Satoru. It almost felt homely if it wasnât for the thought of Geto in some part of your mind. Satoru was still sleeping, you looked back at him and he looked so pretty.
White eyelashes resting and adorning in his eyes, slow and calm breathing coming out, and the sun hitting just right his face so his natural glow shows perfectly.
You donât remember when you passed out while both of you were having sex, but you do remember the moment you knew you lost feelings for Getoâ You stood up from bed, slowly so you wouldnât wake Gojo up, put some clothes on and went to the kitchen for some water.
Some knocks on your door interrupted you, deciding to put the glass of water down and see whoâs knocking at your door this early. When you opened up the door you swear the water you just drank went straight to your mouth again, almost throwing up thanks to the view.
There he was, your boyfriend⌠ex boyfriend?⌠Geto. He had an envelope in his left hand, brows furrowed and clearly red eyes.
âUhh, Geto?â
âOh so now youâre calling me Getoâ It turned out to be true huh?â He signaled with the envelope towards your neck, clearly visible hickeys adorning it.
You knew exactly what he was talking about, but decided to play dumb since he got no proof⌠At least you wanted to think that. âWhat are you talking about?â
âWhat am I talking about?â He scoffed at the question, he couldnât believe after all youâre still playing dumb. âMaybe ask your new boyfriend about it.â He gave you the envelope, inside of it there were plenty of explicit polaroid pictures between Gojo and you. Your face turning visible red while watching the photosâ you looked back at Geto, trying to form some type of explanation before Gojo suddenly interrupted you.
There he was standing in nothing but a pair of black briefs while he stretched out. âAw câmon Suguru, we all know you have some other bitches waiting for you. But you treated the wrong person as one.â
âYou fuckingââ
âAh-ah, stay there.â He pointed at him, a proud smirk showing, âRemember what I told you last time?ââ He stepped closer towards him, close enough so only the both of them could hear. ââIf killing you means I can stay with Y/N, you know I wouldnât think twice. I showed you that, didnât I?â
He chuckled and patted his shoulder. Geto just stayed there looking at Gojo like he saw a ghost. âRemember what happens when I see red lights. They turn real.â
He said those last words without any kind of emotion before closing the door and turning back so he could look back at you with a wide smile. âSo⌠What do you want for breakfast?â
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A/N: Pussy? Eaten. Stomach? Butterflies. Hotel? Trivago. Think this takes place short after Gush.
Summary: You tell Joel that you cannot come from getting eaten out, but he isnât convinced.Â
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut (mdni), dadâs best friend joel miller, daddy kink, soft soft soft and patient joel, nipple play, pussy eating, dirty talk, intense orgasm, pet names , bit of praise kink and body worship
Word count: 3k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49669783
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Joel has you completely naked and pinned to his bed. Itâs a Saturday afternoon, sun is pining in through the curtains and heating up the room thatâs already warm from your bodies being entwined. You have yet to get out of bed despite needing a shower, perhaps some food for your growling stomach, and maybe a glass of ice water from how sweaty your body is when you are in the older manâs proximity. He makes your heart pound.
He hovers over you whilst on his knees between your legs, hands on your wrists and gaze hungry as he contemplates what he wants to do with you. Your stomach drops as he asks, âWill you lemme have it? Lemme eat your pussy, princess?â
Itâs not that you donât think this is sexy. It is just that. Though, despite how many times Joel has made you come during the summer, he actually hasnât gone down on you yet.Â
He has tried a million times though, but you have always playfully pushed his head away every time he has tried to descend on your body, distracted him with a blowjob, or made him finger your cunt instead. At this point, you still havenât told him that the reason is that you simply donât like it.Â
âJoel,â you avoid his gaze, turn your head away, âIââ
Joel hasnât heard hesitation from you before, only the jokes that he hasnât taken to heart. He lets go of one of your wrists, takes hold of your chin, and guides your head back so you face him again. He furrows his brow at the uncertainty in your eyes that meet his, âWhatâs aâ matter?â
âNothing,â you play dumb, avoiding his curious look once more but he snaps his fingers in front of you to regain your attention. You groan at how well it works, âWhy would anything be wrong? Itâs just⌠I donât really like it. I canât come from it.â
Joel narrows his eyes slightly, not convinced, âWhyâd you think you canât come from it?â
âThis guy I was with,â you begin and itâs Joelâs turn to look uncertain. You want to roll your eyes; doesnât he know that he has ruined everyone else for you by now?Â
âYears ago,â you add, âHe told me I took too long, so maybe I just, you know, couldnât. I didnât want to try again.âÂ
Joel doesnât get pissed at the guy or start a rant like you expect him to do (something about that boy taking this sort of experience from you and turning it into something negative). Instead, he starts laughing to the point where he needs to rest his forehead against your shoulder to calm himself because the pout you give him just makes him laugh harder.Â
âWhat?â You push at his head in annoyance. He cannot even hold onto your other wrist anymore.Â
âTook too long. Jesus,â his laughter is interrupted by a cough. You can feel his chest vibrating against your own, âHe was bullshittinâ you, baby girl. What a lazy piece of shit, and what range of stupid lilâ fuckers youâve allowed to have whatâs mine.âÂ
âDoesnât change the fact that I hate it,â you squirm underneath him at his choice of words, reaching for his hair with your hands to pull at it gently, âStop laughing. Itâs not funny.â
âIt is kinda funny,â he looks up at you through his lashes. Thereâs something sweet to his voice whilst his eyes darken, âHey now. Itâs just⌠ya said ya didnât squirt either, and then fuckinâ wet the bed.â
You go beet red, âJoel. God.â
âIâm merely a man just tryna prove a point,â he jokes, earning a glare. Something shifts a little in the air and then he isnât playing anymore, âWill ya lemme try? Just fâme? We can stop anytime you want.â
âI donât know,â you sound unsure.Â
âWeâll go reeeal slow,â he pushes.
âO-okay,â you say. Whatâs the harm in letting him try? Itâs not like it is uncomfortable for you, but rather just slightly boring and awkward.Â
âOkayâs not a yes, princess,â Joel crawls up to try to kiss your uncertainty away. He pecks your lips over and over again, switching not long after to pepper your face with more gentle kisses instead. Theyâre scattered across your cheeks, lips, nose, above your eyebrows, soft eyelids, and chin. He doesnât let up until you giggle sweetly.Â
âYes!â You squeak and mess up his hair, âEat some damn pussy, if it means that much to you.â
âTry to relax for me,â he instructs and pushes himself to sit up again. His eyes have darkened further, âHow do you want ya legs?â
You bend your legs, planting your feet firmly on the bed and spreading yourself open enough for Joelâs broad shoulders to fit between your thighs. He doesnât go down yet though, keeping his promise of taking things slow in case you want to stop before it gets too intense.Â
His lips connect to where your neck meets your shoulder, pressing his nose firmly into you to inhale your scent. It must be nothing but sleep and sweat by now. He opens his mouth against your skin, sucks across your collarbone until he reaches your jugular notch. He dips his tongue into the dent, and licks off the sweat before murmuring, âI can feel you not relaxinâ.â
âIâm sorry,â you say with a pounding heart and you mean it, curl your toes, but he shushes you immediately.Â
âNo, no. This ainât on you, baby. Tell me what I can do to make ya relax,â he pulls back to look at your face. He looks so gorgeous with the sun hitting his body like this.Â
âTalk to me,â you whisper without knowing why.Â
âMy baby wants to hear how gorgeous she is?â He asks as he goes back to putting his mouth on your throat. You tip your head back, and he hums against you, âHow perfect ân beautiful ân sexy? Perhaps a little spoiled too?â
âMhm, yes,â you rest your hand on the back of his neck when he starts to descend. His lips trail down between your breasts, and his huge palm covers one of them whilst he sucks on the other. He is eager, cheeky enough to tug your nipple into his mouth with his teeth. You moan softly.
âFuckinâ love your tits, Jesus, look at you,â he mumbles absentmindedly to himself before going back in. He dares to suck a light purple mark onto your skin just close enough to your nipple so that you can cover it up and keep it a secret between the two of you even if going to the lake with friends and wearing your skimpy bikini.
You groan and arch your back when he switches to the other one of your tits, cupping it still whilst lapping at your nipple. He flicks his tongue across it just when you think he might pull away, causing you to let out a long drawn-out whine.Â
âYou fuckinâ love that, donât ya?â He kisses the swell of your breast, tugs a little with his hand. You close your eyes, bolts of arousal shooting up your spine again when he suckles once more.Â
Slowly, you find that much of the nervousness is seeping out of your body with every kiss, lick and suck of your salty skin. It may be the time to admit that Joel knows just which buttons to push to turn you into putty. It may also be the time to admit that you are starting to get excited about what is going to happen. Nervous but excited.
âYouâre so soft⌠like damn silk,â he admires whilst he goes lower. His nose brushes along the length of your stomach, tickling a little to the point where you shiver and let out a soft sigh. He relishes in it, âDamn, baby. Listen to that sound.â
You rake your nails across his scalp when he nips at your skin. Heat is pooling in your belly and you can feel slick drip onto the sheets, running down the cleft of your ass, âTouch my pussy, Daddy.â
Joel tenses visibly at the nickname. He grips your hip, and somehow becomes a little rougher in everything he does, âGotta wait. Maybe your disaster college boyfriend didnât get ya worked up enough. I definitely ainât gonna make that mistake.â
He crawls further down, kisses open-mouthed and hot right below your belly button several times. Even places the flat of his tongue against the skin there to lick long languid stripes, âWonât start until you beg me to kiss your little twitchinâ clit.â
âBut Iâm so wet,â you pout, flexing the muscles in your stomach. When you try lifting your hips to find some kind of friction, he pushes you right back down into the mattress.Â
âStop,â he warns sternly. The hand on your hip runs across your belly, teases over your mound and ghosts over your clit until you cry feebly for him, âDo you want me to just touch ya between your pretty legs?âÂ
âI told you I donât like the other thing,â you reply to spite him and egg him on. He smacks one of your thighs, wiggling the flesh after.Â
âLiar,â he breaks eye contact to look right down at your cunt. You are sure that he can see how you clench around nothing, clit so hard that it is exposed from underneath the hood. You are so ready for him to follow through, no matter the nervousness in your body, âThe anticipation wouldnât have you this excited if yadidnât care. Youâll fuckinâ let Daddy live between your thighs after heâs done eating.âÂ
âFine,â you huff, spreading your legs further to punctuate your sentence, âPut your mouth on my pussy. Prove it.â
Joel groans at the sight of you giving in to him. He gets comfortable on the bed, legs hanging out over the edge. One arm scoops underneath you to curl around your right thigh and the other rests on top of your left. He splays his hand across your sternum, and almost automatically, you reach for it and tug at two of his fingers as if needing something to hold onto for dear life.Â
âNow we talkinâ,â he smirks.Â
âHold on,â you interrupt, heart almost beating out of your chest with how horny you feel. That, and the fact that what Joel is about to do to you seems to be the most intimate thing you can think of. It feels dangerous, exciting, and scary.
You put another pillow behind your back and head, so you can watch him over the top of your tits and his hand. He grumbles but waits.Â
âGo,â you say with an apologetic smile, âJust wanted to see you.â
âAinât you adorable?â Joel gazes up at you to follow through on your wish, âReady?â
âJust wanna come now,â you promise, ââm just nervous. Makes me fidget.â
âOh, I know,â he replies, breath ghosting over your pussy as he lowers himself down slowly, âMakes ya toes curl too.âÂ
You cannot quite believe that you have Joel Millerâs face between your legs right now, and even less so believe the hungriest smile in history that he is sporting. It is enough to make you blush, letting go of Joelâs hand and reaching up to cup your face when the anticipation becomes overwhelming. You rest your pinkies in front of your mouth, palms burning from being clasped around your cheeks but it feels like you might lose it if you let go.
The simple brush of his tongue that he chooses as a starting point has you squirming on the bed. His tongue is warm and flat against you, licking how he had done it against the sensitive skin of your stomach.Â
Your stomach muscles twitch. It feels⌠good. Better than the first time you did it.Â
âOkay?â He asks in a hum, looking up at you through his lashes with genuine eyes. You nod slowly, and he lowers again to press a soft kiss to your sensitive clit.Â
And then another.
And another.Â
You make a noise best described as a soft sigh.Â
Then he goes lower, the kisses becoming more sloppy and wet. He stops when he reaches your quivering cunt, lets out his tongue to scoop up some of the slick that has gathered and is spilling down between your cheeks. He then licks a long stripe all the way up to your clit, and laps at it like he is eating a damn ice cream cone.Â
âMhmm, tastes so fuckinâ good, baby, like heaven,â he continues with his small licks, the hand on your chest finding your left nipple. Tugs like he knows you like.Â
You moan for the first time, not sure if you have repressed the urge to do so. He takes it as a sign to keep going, stiffening his tongue to run it between your folds repeatedly and eventually settling on your clit again. He flicks the tensed-up muscle against the nub, setting up a pace that suddenly causes you to whine.
âOhh,â you swallow thickly, part your lips and breathe heavily. A muscle in the thigh that Joel is holding flexes involuntarily, and you can feel him smirk against you when he moves back to open-mouthed kisses.Â
âNo, go back,â you demand, âPlease.â
âYeah?â Joel pulls back instead to tease you. He removes his hand from your thigh to suck his thumb into his mouth. He makes you tremble at the sight, but even more when he circles your clit with the pad of the finger after, âYou like Daddyâs tongue on your pussy, baby?â
You hesitate for a moment.
âSay it,â he still draws lazy circles.
âFeels so good,â you admit finally with a groan, âYouâre always right.â
âKnow I am,â he kisses your inner thigh. The hand on your breast moves to rub soothingly up and down your belly, ââbout time you realized.â
âI want you to keep going,â you say with a shy smile, blinking down at him, âPlease, Daddy?â
His hands still on you, but then he reaches to place both hands on your inner thighs to spread you out a little further. You fall back into the pillow, and he sinks into you again, âWhatever baby wants, baby gets.â
You have never actually thought about how big his mouth is before. In fact, it is huge in comparison to everything about you. He is able to stretch his lips over every inch of your cunt, and he gladly does.
Your breath hitches before you let out a drawn-out moan. Joel eats you out enthusiastically; he licks, sucks, and even dips his tongue inside of you for a moment too. You can feel the world closing in on you, shrinking to nothing but the pressure that builds.Â
âItâsââ you want to say something that makes sense, because whatever you had done in the dim light of your college dormitory a few years prior was definitely not this, but there are no words that describe how overwhelming his slick tongue is, âItâsâ oh God.â
You squeal pathetically as your cunt teeters on the edge of an orgasm. You try to press your thighs inwards to make the intensity go away, but Joel is so much stronger than you.
It hits you then. Fuck, itâs going to happen; youâre going to come with his mouth between your legs, and he is never going to let you live this down. This is not what you had planned. There is a little part of you that knows you would have relished in being right for once, but thereâs a much bigger part that thanks the Gods that you arenât going to live forever without coming like this.Â
You close your eyes as you groan, but it makes Joel slow down, âKeep your eyes on me, sweetheart, look at me.â
He sucks again, and your hands fly to his hair, but it only goes on for a second, âYa doing so well. Does it feel good, princess?â
âYouâre being mean,â you whimper, tugging at the strands of hair that you have between your fingers, âMake me come.â
Joel follows through then. He buries his nose in your mound and sucks your clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks with how much effort he puts into it. When you start thrashing on the bed, he wraps his arms around your legs and holds you tightly in place until you fall apart right below his mouth.Â
You shriek as your cunt spasms. If not for Joelâs strength, you are sure that you would have accidentally kneed him in the face, because your legs lose control of themselves as if the orgasm has severed any connection to them.Â
âFuck, Daddy,â you break the swearing rule as your orgasm peaks, pushing and pulling his head away because you donât have a clue whether you want more or less. Your back arches as Joel keeps licking through your drenched folds, you think you might have started to cry too.Â
Shaking breaths echo through Joelâs bedroom as you come down. Joel has removed your hands from his head, and you have slumped into the mattress with a whimper. Nothing has ever felt more dirty.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks after crawling up the bed to lay beside you. He rubs your stomach with his broad hand, and even that makes you let out a feeble sigh.Â
You laugh with exhaustion, but donât reply.Â
âI do good?â He asks with a lopsided grin, rubbing the back of his hand over his soaked mouth and chin.Â
You turn your head to look at him but then start giggling, pointing to your own nose, âYou got a little⌠you know.â
He doesnât get it when he wipes his hand over his nose the first time. You laugh harder due to the dopamine flowing through your system, and he grumbles, âWell help me then, kiddo.âÂ
When you beckon him closer, he moves without hesitation, and as you run your index finger down his nose to catch your own shiny arousal, you try to push down the feeling of butterflies that erupt in your stomach.
Itâs a feeling that needs to go away. You canât possibly love Joel Miller and survive.
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its you and me, baby - j.l x reader
pairing: joey lynch x fem!reader [established relationship]
requested: yes / no
warnings: swearing and sadish/insecure thoughts?
a/n: dw guys im still feeding you even tho im not online (this has been ling over due as well sorry to the two anons who requested this for taking so long!!) also i rlly dont like that i kinda not really sorta made aoife a problem in this bc joeyaoife forever!!!
taglist: @lxvebelle, @ecliphttlunar,
you like to think you're not insecure.
really.
but sometimes those small moments of doubt creep in and you find yourself questioning yourself more.
like right now as you watch your boyfriend talk to a very pretty girl at the bar. the same girl he'd been talking to for the last fifteen minutes. aoife molloy. she went to school with you and joey. you never really talked much to her but always got the vibe that she was a perfect shining star, that everyone loved.
example number one; your boyfriends smile right now.
he's smiling brightly at aoife, chatting away while he gets drinks for the both of you, laughing at whatever things she says. the feeling starts to build in your gut, one you desperately try to shove down because its the worst feeling ever.
and you see them too. the slight touches from aoife on joey's arm. fucking hell you're going to need several drinks if this is how tonight is going to go.
aoife's loud laugh breaks through your thoughts and draws your attention - not that you weren't already looking at them - back to her. joey's eyes are alight and you feel a ping of sadness and two ugly emotions you definitely don't like; insecurity and jealousy.
why didn't joe's eyes light up that bright when you two were together? why did he laugh as loud? was it you? were you just not funny enough? or was it something else? that one thing deep, deep down you were always afraid of. that you weren't good enough for him. and that he had found someone better.
"stupid shit thoughts," you grumble to yourself. "shut up, shut up, shut up."
pushing away all thoughts, you decide on getting your mopey ass a drink instead cause clearly someone else can't do that. standing up you make your way over to the bar and just to be petty you slip in next to joey and aoife and call out to the bartender ordering your drink.
joey hears your voice and his head instantly snaps around to you. "y/n, hey baby i was just getting us some drinks," he says with a small grin.
"yeah it seems so," you roll your eyes picking up your drink and heading back to your table. joey seemingly knowing that you're pissed says a quick goodbye to aoife and follows you over with two more drinks.
he sits down across from you and tries to make eye contact. "are you okay?"
you answer with a short nod and a sharp, "yes."
jealousy isn't a good emotion. its such an awful feeling, and you do not like it. so when joe asks, "you sure, baby?"
you kinda snap. "i said yes. i'm fine okay?"
he lets it go for now but you feel his eyes on you through out the rest of the - admittedly short - time you spent out together. you know he knows something is bothering you.
yeah, somthing was bothering you, someone called aoife molloy who's the prettiest person ever and who had joey lynch laughing his ass off for at least twenty minutes before you interrupted.
now you liked aoife, she was a sweet girl, but seeing the way she was with joey tonight really made you wanna bitch slap her. that was your boyfriend not hers.
the ride home you were quiet and you tried to bury the jealousy and insecurity bubbling beneath the surface you really did. but those dumb little thoughts kept weaselling their way into your head creating more doubt.
after you had both gone inside - still not talking - joey had had a shower and started to relax getting ready for bed while you had your own.
the hot - ok more like burning - water did nothing to ease the awful feeling in your gut. it was aoife molloy most guys your age would kill to go out with her. and she had chosen to talk to your boyfriend - who you aren't kidding yourself he's absolutely gorgeous. you've heard girls whispering about him more that a few times - you're not-single-very-taken-boyfriend.
ugh.
so when you come out of the shower and still didn't talk to joey thats when he snapped.
"alright thats it." he shoots his arms out wrapping them around your waist and throwing you on your back on the bed. he leans over you one arm on each side of your head caging you in. "what is wrong, and don't you dare say nothing because i swear to god i will kill you-in-a-non-threatening-way-because-i-love-you," he rushes the last part out.
"nothi-"
"y/n."
"fine," you sigh. "it... bothered me tonight, when you were talking with aoife."
"and..." joey eggs you on.
we're you really about to say this? "and i got jealous and insecure and i wasn't happy about it."
"why were you jealous?"
"because of her!" you cry. "its aoife fucking molloy, she's gorgeous, she's every guys dream girl and she was flirting with my boyfriend! and my boyfriend was smiling right back at her and yes it made me jealous because my boyfriend never smiles at me like that. he never laughs as loud when he's with me so yes. i. was. jealous."
joey's face stays still for a moment before he breaks into the biggest laugh. "oh, my god, y/n!" he chuckles loudly. "you have absolutely nothing to be worried about there. you wanna know what we were talking about the entire time? you." he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead. "we were talking about you." he presses another kiss to your cheek, "aoife had brought up how grumpy you looked and we got caught up talking about you." he presses a kiss to the other cheek.
"me?"
"yes you, my grumpy little bug." he presses a soft kiss on your lips.
"there is no-one else, you got that? i adore you. i cannot stand the thought i being with anyone else. it physically pains me. i love you more than i'm actually sure is possible." he presses another kiss to your lips.
"its you and me baby. you and me."
a smile overcomes your lips and you pull joeys face down to kiss him yourself. "i love you," you whisper. "so much."
you both pull yourselves up under the bedcovers and fall asleep to the soft kisses and squeezes you exchange.
ok so maybe you are a little insecure but none of it matters as long as the boy who has his arms wrapped around you was with you.
a/n pt2: ok so i dont really know what happened with the ending so i lowkey js gave up on it. i hope you enjoy!!
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Thot of the day: reader is obsessed with Eddie's lips, she has the biggest fattest crush on him, maybe he's a costumer in her cafe, they often speak/flirt and she watches him greedily, thinking about what those lips could do on her. She often fantasizes about making him sucking her fingers while she rides him. Well, she's determined to make him hers đŤ
Combined with this anon req:
Hello hello hello! I love your blog! may I please request a little smutty thing of Eddie losing his mind over fem reader having a tongue piercing when she's going down on him?
I took some liberties and made some changes so Eddie is more subby; hope that's okay!
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m! and f! receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up pls), teeny mention of breeding kink, subby!Eddie
WC: 2.5k
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Eddie hadnât even meant to meet you.Â
Heâd only stumbled into the cafĂŠ in a feeble attempt to get out of the pouring rain after the wind snapped his umbrella inside out. The goal was to get to the nearest McDonaldâs for lunch, since heâd forgotten his sandwich at home, but the weather had other plans.Â
âShit shit shit,â heâd muttered, shaking out the umbrella haphazardly before giving up and chucking it in the trash. There was no way he was walking anywhere else, so he wiped his hands on his jeansâwhich were now stuck to his thighsâand approached the counter to get a better look at the menu.Â
âWhat can I get for you?â A voice greeted him, coming out from behind the espresso machine. You gave him a small smile as you grabbed a notepad to jot down his order.Â
âUm,â Eddieâs full attention was on you, rather than his food options. âDo you serve coffee here?âÂ
You gestured at the bags of coffee beans lining the counter. âWhat gave it away?â youâd asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.Â
He could smack himselfâitâs a cafĂŠ, of course thereâs coffee. âI mean, Iâll have a large coffee, cream and sugar.â Thatâs what Wayne gets whenever they go to the diner, so he chooses the same.Â
âMhm,â you hummed, raising your eyebrows. âAnything to eat?â You pointed to the small chalkboard hanging behind you. âIf you need help sounding out any of the words, let me know.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widened. âAre you calling me dumb?â heâd balked. âWhat kind of customer service is this?â But he was smiling, and his silly, overly dramatic nature had you giggling.Â
Thatâs when he saw it.Â
The black stud, perfectly adorning the center of your tongue. It flicked against your teeth as youâd told him, âthe chicken pesto panini is my favorite.â There was no response from the curly-haired metalhead before you. Youâd squinted slightly, waving your hand in front of his face. âHello? You good?â
âWhaâoh, yeah,â heâd stammered bashfully, breaking from his trance. âIâll have that, then. The, uh, the chicken thing.â
âSo, one coffee and one chicken thing?â youâd teased him. âAnd whoâs this for?âÂ
Eddie furrows his brows in confusion. âItâs for me?â It comes out as a question.Â
âAnd does âmeâ have a name?â You laughed again. He didnât even care that you were laughing at him, not with him. Heâd say or do nearly anything to get a glimpse of your tongue and that godforsaken piercing.Â
âOh, uh, Eddie. Eddie is my name,â he says lamely.Â
âEddie. Got it.â Youâd written his name on the side of the Styrofoam cup in permanent marker. Heâd felt himself stiffen against his zipper when youâd said his name aloud. He wanted to hear you moan it, scream it, over and over.Â
From that moment on, Eddie is totally smitten. He stops by the cafĂŠ for his coffee every morning on his way to work at the record store. The burgeoning caffeine addiction is worth getting to talk to you for just a few seconds.Â
After a week of flustered half-conversations, he finally works up the nerve to ask you an actual question.
âAre you from around here? Like, from Hawkins?â Itâs clunky and awkward, but itâs a start.
âKinda?â You chuckle at his puzzled expression. âI lived here until my parents divorced when I was fourteen, right before I started high school. Then I went to live with my dad in Chicago until I started college last year.â
âThatâs coolâI mean, itâs not cool that your parents split up, that sucks, but itâs cool that you lived in Chicago and go to college and stuff.â Good God, stop talking, Eddie wills himself, practically clamping his lips shut in an attempt to cut off his babbling. âWhat brings you back?â
You give an exasperated sigh. âMy mom insisted I spend the summer with her; she wants to âreconcile our misgivingsâ or whatever bullshit line Oprah fed her.â Eddie takes note of your eye roll when you speak about your mother. âSo she set me up with this job while she drags me to family therapy once a week.â You pull a cup from the pile in front of you. âYour usual?â
âYeah,â he says distractedly, trying to find another topic to keep the conversation from ending. âWhere do you go to college?â
Your smile melts him, and he has to grip the counter to keep his knees from buckling. âThe Pratt Institute. Itâs in New York City,â you elaborate.
Eddieâs jaw drops. âNo fuckinâ way!â he exclaims. âIâve always wanted to go to New York, but to actually live there? Thatâs fuckinâ awesome!â
âMy mom wasnât thrilled,â you confess through gritted teeth. âShe never liked that I wanted to pursue art as a career. It was always, âmake it a hobby so you can get a real job.ââ You slide his cup towards him. âItâs like, she disapproves of everything that I do: what I study, friends I hang out with, people Iâve dated.â
âAre you seeing anyone now?â The question spills out before he can think it through, hoping you donât pick up on his eagerness.
You shake your head. âSingle as ever,â you reply chipperly. âWhy, you putting in an application?â Your tongue sneaks past your teeth, just enough to show off the piercing.
A blush creeps into Eddieâs cheeks at your proposition. âMaybe? If youâre interested? If not, I can just pay for my coffee and go.â
You tilt your head, musing his proposition. âIâd be lying if I said I was looking for something serious right now,â you begin, watching his shoulder sag dejectedly, âbut my boss doesnât get here for another hour, if you wanna fool around in the back?â
Eddieâs eyes almost pop out of his head. âYou wanna fool aroundâŚwith me?â He doesnât wait for your response as he hoists himself over the counter, knocking over the stack of cups and the basket of sugar packets. âIâll clean that up later,â he mumbles, dragging you to the door marked âemployees only.âÂ
His hands are relentless, like he canât decide where to put them first. First, he cups your cheeks as he presses his lips to yours, but determines that thatâs too intimate for the occasion. He brings his palms up your shirt, messily groping at your tits through your bra. âSâperfect,â he growls as he bites your neck. You can feel him twitching in his jeans, and you grind up against him. The groan that leaves his mouth is downright pornographic.Â
Your tongues intertwine as he pushes you against the door. He tastes like stale cigarettes and the sip of coffee he just had. His knee instinctively slips between your legs, angled perfectly for you to rub yourself on it.Â
âYou ever get head from someone with a tongue piercing before?â When he shakes his head dumbly, you take the opportunity to continue taunting him. âOh, sweet boy; have you ever gotten head from anyone before?â
âN-No,â Eddie admits. âBut Iâd like to change that.â
You giggle at his candid confession, fingers toying with his belt buckle. He hisses at the mere brush of your hands against his clothed erection. Pulling his pants and boxers down as you drop to your knees, you watch in awe as his thick cock smacks against his stomach, leaving a pre-cum stain on his Dio shirt. âDamn, these Hawkins girls donât know what theyâre missing,â you tell him. You lean over, spitting on his pink tip and collecting the saliva back in your mouth as you lick up his shaft.Â
The piercing feels like absolute heaven on the ridges of his dick. You trace along the vein as you take as much of him in your mouth as you can. Heâs huge.Â
âHoly shit, holy fuckinâ shit,â Eddie breathes, digging his ringed fingers into your hair. âPlease keep going, please please please.â
Never one to turn down the chance to torture, you let go of his cock with a pop. âWhat was that, baby?â You give a mischievous smirk.Â
Eddie looks like heâs about to cry at the loss of contact. âNo, donât stop; need you,â he whines, jutting out his lower lip reflexively.Â
âWell, why didnât you just say so?â You take him back in your mouth, sucking him off while playing with his balls. Heâs not expecting that, and he bucks his hips into you, making you gag.
ââM sorry,â he whispers, pulling back slightly to let you breathe. âDidnât mean toâŚâ He spins a ring on his finger anxiously.
âMaybe I like choking on you,â you murmur, grasping his softening length in your lithe fingers and pumping it, watching it stiffen in your hand. âYou know what else Iâd like?â He hums his response. âIâd like you to cum in my mouth. Yâthink you can do that for me?â
Youâre shocked when he shakes his head no. âI donât wanna cum yet,â he mumbles, hoping youâll get the hint. âTryna hold out so, yâknowâŚâ
You lick your lips and sneer. âHoney, I bet you can get it back up in under five minutes, if that.â Swirling your tongue over his angry red tip, and grabbing his thighs, you bring him to his climax. He spills into your mouth, moaning your name so loudly youâre worried a rogue customer might hear.Â
Eddie gently withdraws, and you part your lips to show him his cum on your tongue. The black stud makes the perfect centerpiece as you swallow his load.
A string of his cum lingers on your pointer and middle fingers. You consider it for a moment before bringing it to his lips. âYou should taste yourself, Eddie,â you murmur. âTaste sâfucking good.â He opens his mouth obediently, sucking on your fingers harshly. His tongue tickles against them, and you shiver.
âYouâreâŚoh my God,â he manages. âIs it too forward to say that youâre perfect?â
âI donât care what you say, as long as you fuck me right now,â you growl into his ear. You canât act like heâs the only needy one any longer. Ever since heâd walked into the cafĂŠ, drenched from the rain, youâd wanted him. Wanted his soft, pillowy lips on yours. Wanted him to sink his teeth into your skin until he left marks. Wanted him inside you, filling you up completely.
He nods his head, but the rest of his body seems to freeze in place. He snaps out of it as you bring his hands to the button on your skirt, quickly using his thick fingers to strip you of it and revealing black lace underwear. He practically falls to his knees, kissing your wet pussy through the cloth.Â
âYouâre fucking soaked.â Eddie canât hide the awe in his voice, tugging at the fabric so roughly that it rips. âOh, shit. âM sorry.â
âNo, that was really hot,â you tell him breathlessly, mindlessly bringing your middle finger to your throbbing clit. Eddie pushes it away, running his tongue along your folds. Heâs eager but timid, so you encourage him. âFuck me with your tongue, baby. Oh, thatâs itâright there,â you wail as he finds your hole. His thumb is rubbing frantic circles on your sensitive bud, not stopping until you cum so hard, your toes curl.Â
âFuckâyesâEddieâIâm comingâfâyou,â you manage, throwing your head back and biting your fist to muffle your screams. Sweat drips down the side of Eddieâs neck. âWorked so hard for me, didnât you?â you coo, resuming your dominance. âCâmere; you ready to cum again?â His boner speaks for itself, twitching up against him.Â
You lean your stomach against the cool countertop, mentally reminding yourself to sanitize it tonight. ââS not ideal, but itâll do,â you say. A lot of people want their first time to be in a bed, or on a beach, gazing lovingly into their partnerâs eyes. Well, Eddie Munson was going to lose his virginity by fucking you from behind in the cafĂŠ kitchen, but you doubt heâs complaining.Â
âI d-donât have, um, protection.â He winces at his awkwardness, massaging the nape of his neck.Â
âRelax. Iâm on the pill.â When he shoots you a dubious glance, you laugh. âDo I look like I wanna have your babies?â His eyebrows raise at the thought of it. âOookay, weâll unpack that another time. For right now, for the love of God, put your dick inside me.â
âYes maâam.â Eddie sets himself behind you, sliding into your waiting pussy. âSo tight; takinâ me so good.â He pinches his face together in ecstasy.Â
You press your palms into the counter. âHarder. I l-like it rough.â He takes direction well, pistoning into you and grabbing your ponytail. âYes, Eddie. Pull my hair. Fucking yank it.â You clench around his length as you feel the familiar strain on your scalp.Â
âCanâtâholdâout,â Eddie groans. He wants to make you cum again, but his orgasm is just too close, and he finds himself spilling into you for the second time today. âThassit. Take it. Take my cum, just like that.â He keeps thrusting even as he gets softer, fucking his seed into you. When he comes down from the high, heâs immediately embarrassed. âYou didnât get toââ
But heâs interrupted by the sound of the bell jingling, signaling an incoming customer. âY/N? Where are you, dear?â a voice calls out.Â
Eddie knows that voice. He knows it all too well.Â
You roll your eyes. âUgh, my momâs here. I forgot she said she was gonna visit me at work today.â You pull your skirt back up to your waist, fasten it quickly, and secure your hair back in its tie.Â
YourâŚmom? But that sounded likeâŚ
Without thinking, Eddie follows you, adjusting himself and fixing his belt as he walks. Thereâs no wayâŚ
âEdward? I didnât know you worked here with my daughter!â
You turn to Eddie, confused. âHow do you know my mom?â
But the older woman answers for him. âOh, we know each other very well. Mr. Munson took English with me three times over. Isnât that correct?â
âYes, Mrs. OâDonnell,â he replies miserably. âBut I finally graduated this year.â
âAnd thank God for that,â Mrs. OâDonnell scoffs. âDo me a favor and stay away from my daughter. She doesnât need any more bad influences in her life.â
Something comes over Eddieâmaybe itâs his pure rage towards his former teacher; maybe itâs the confidence he feels from losing his virginityâbut he steps closer to you and grabs your ass through your skirt. âNot a problem. I think my work here is done, anyway.â
Mrs. OâDonnell practically faints on the spot. âWhatâwhat do youâoh, for heavenâs sake, please donât tell me you two are dating.â
âOh, no, weâre not dating,â you smirk, waiting for her to relax before dropping the bomb: âWeâre just sleeping together.â
Eddie grins, leaning over to kiss you possessively. âSee you tomorrow? Same time and place?â He winks at Mrs. OâDonnell, still in shock from your blunt admission. âDonât worry; I passed sex ed the first time.â
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Amazing // Choi Seungcheol
Summary: Seungcheol doesnât understand why she wonât let him take care of her when itâs all he wants to do. He has no idea how she found out about what heâs been doing every month for the past six months but heâs sure he can get her to agree with his logic.
Warnings: Idol!Seungcheol x OC!Solana, kinda one-sided situationship, a tiny bit suggestive,Seungcheol on his glucose guardian agenda, curve/plus-sized, foreigner!oc, Seungcheol calls her Sol, princess. I think thatâs about it, let me know if I missed anything.
A/N: This is part of an idolverse series thatâll be posted in non-chronological order. Iâm not sure how many parts members will have but there might be instances of crossovers.Mingyu, Seungcheol and Minghao are the only ones that I have anything written/plotted for. Iâm not promising frequent updates because Iâm currently on an intensive training program before starting grad school but I have some free time starting Thursday so Iâll try to work on pieces during that time. I only just got back into posting my work in the kpop community after a break from it but I do enjoy anime as well so you may come across it on my dashboard. Lastly, I am absolute trash when it comes to titles and summaries so please bare with me in advance.
Solana and Seungcheol rarely argued and if they did, it was usually about the same thing; Seungcheol spending his money on her like it was the easiest thing in the world for him to do. And in his mind, it was. Seungcheol understood that she was more than capable of providing for and taking care of herself but he felt as though she shouldnât have to with him around.
Theyâd met before heâd even acquired the amount of money he had today so he knew for a fact that it wasnât why she was with him which is exactly why he spent it on her. Seungcheol in most instances believed that actions spoke louder than words and if he felt like buying his girlfriendâs entire shopping cart on her favorite jewelry site than thatâs exactly what heâs going to do.
Usually Sol wouldnât say anything because no matter how much she told him not to, heâd find a way to justify his actions and just do it once again. This time however, she refused to let him.
âYah!! Choi Seungcheol!â She exclaimed as she entered her apartment. His head pops out from the kitchen where heâd been peeling tangerines when he hears her.
âWhatâd I do?â She only ever called him by his government name when she angry or irritated with him.
âYâknow what you did! I thought we agreed that youâd ease up on excessive amounts of spending that you do on me?â
âWe did, I havenât spent excessively on you since the last time you gave me an earful for buying everything in your cart from The Jade Jewelers. Whatâs this about?â He asks tangerines forgotten as he follows her to the living room area, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at her rummaging through her bag before pulling out a small pile of paper.
âYouâre really going to play dumb with me right now? You havenât been spending excessively? Then explain this.â She spits out pressing the printed sheets to his chest.
Seungcheol takes the papers from her hand, looking them over before âshitâ is whispered from his lips. âYou werenât supposed to find out about this.â
âWell, no shit Seungcheol. Explain yourself.â She snaps as she sits on the couch with her arms crossed and looking directly at him.
âHowâd you find out?â
âThatâs not important. Iâve been living here for six months and youâve been paying my rent this entire time after I told you I didnât like you spending excessively on me especially when it came to things that Iâm capable of handling on my own.â
âI know youâre capable, I do, but just because you can do all these things for yourself doesnât mean that you have to. Iâm here and Iâm willing, wanting to do these things for you but you wonât let me.Why canât I do nice things for you?â
Because it makes this feel like itâs more than what it is. Itâs what she wants to tell him because as much as Seungcheol acted like it wasnât that big of a deal, it was to her. Sheâd constantly have to remind herself that they werenât in a relationship. They hooked up whenever he had free time and him paying for her KTX ticket and accommodation in Seoul was as much as she said sheâd allow him but Choi Seungcheol had a way of getting whatever he wanted.
âItâs not that you canât do nice things for me, itâs just that you have a habit of behaving like a damn glucose guardian when it comes to expenses.â
âOkay, and? If I want to behave like your sugar daddy and pay and do everything for you then you should just let me. Think about it,â he says dropping in the space next to her wasting no time in pulling her onto his lap.
âI cover all your basic expenses and necessities and all you have to do is sit pretty and get that degree. Sounds like a win-win situation to me.â
âNo. Now either fix it or Iâm transferring the money to your account.â
âIâll send it right back. Play with me if you want to.â He smirks at her.
âGod, youâre so infuriating.â She huffs getting off his lap and moving down the hall to her bedroom.â
âYahhhh, we werenât finished yet.â She can hear him pouting as he follows behind her.
âYes, we are because youâre going to do it again regardless of what I say right now.â She responses slipping off her jacket.
âSollllllll, are you really that upset about it?â When she doesnât reply, he wraps his arms around her waist and rests his head on her shoulder. âIf I compromise with you, will you stop being upset with me and go back to calling me Cheol?â
âDoes that compromise include you not paying all my bills?â She replies sarcastically.
âWatch it, princess. Donât want that mouth getting you in trouble donât you? Iâve already let you slide with the sass, donât push it.â He speaks into her ear before lightly nipping at her neck.
âIâll let you pay your phone bill and groceries but thatâs it. Despite what you say I know you only moved out from the dorms this early because of me and to allow us more privacy. The least I can do is cover your rent and utilities, I canât help it because thatâs just who I am and you know this. Now, forgive me please?âÂ
Seungcheol asks spinning her around in his arms. She was just about an inch or two shorter than him so he didnât have to do much to look her in the eyes. âI donât want you mad at me on my last night before I leave.â
âForgive me,â thereâs a peck to her cheek followed by another until Seungcheol has pressed kisses all over her face and has her a giggling mess.
âFine, fine,Cheolll.â She laughs trying to escape him but heâs not having it.
âI canât hear you princess, what was that?â He teases as he grasps her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
âI forgive you,âÂ
âAnd?â he encourages though he already knows that heâs gotten his way once again.
âIâll let you take care of me even if it means putting my pride and independent nature aside and letting you pay my rent.â she sighs dramatically.
Sheâd never admit it but seeing Seungcheol be domestic had a tendency to do things to her. Things heâd never let her hear the end of if he knew. Sheâd seen a lot of different sides to Choi Seungcheol in the two years since they started all this but domesticated Seungcheol was her second favorite.
âYâknow whatâs amazing?â He asks and sheâs so busy staring at him that she misses the teasing lithe in his voice.
âHmmm?â Her hands are draped over his shoulders, fingers playing in the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands around her waist resting on the curve of her ass as he leans in closer to her ear.
âWe both know that I have no problem getting your pussy wet but when are you finally going to admit that me being all domesticated and taking care of you gets you all hot and bothered the same way it does to me? Hmmm?â
The way her breath hitches is enough to let him know that heâs right but he doesnât act on it.
âCâmon, I cut fruit and we have new episodes to finish.â He says kissing her cheek as he leaves her standing in the bedroom like he didnât just read her for filth. It takes a few seconds for her to recover but once she does sheâs following behind him.
âYah! Choi Seungcheol!â
#svt x oc#svt fluff#svt imagines#svt smut#svt#svt seungcheol#scoups smut#scoups#choi seungcheol#seungcheol smut#seventeen seungcheol#seventeen scoups#seventeen scenarios#seventeen#svt cheol#seventeen smut#seventeen x oc#Choi Seungcheol x OC
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obstinate (2) | a. anderson
summary: youâre a new medic in the WLF base. youâre young, hardworking, and the thing that abby anderson hated the most, stubborn.
notes: fem!reader, medic!reader, protective!abby, soldier!abby, this shit is ANGSTYY (i kinda went overboard but oh well), still no smut yet (when i said slow burn i meant slow burnnn), abby makes some questionable decisions, reader says some questionable things, mentions of insomnia, this relationship is not healthy yall
taglist: @caitlinisfruity @shaemonyou @mattm1964 @vigelvictoria
an: glad you guys enjoyed part 1!! i just grinded out this chapter so fast cause iâm going out of town this weekend so i apologize if itâs messy!
MDNI!! will contain sexual themes in future chapters
part 3 here
several days had passed and abby was still seething. not necessarily because of you, which of course she was also frustrated by. she was mad because she was confused. why did it bother her so much that one new girl wouldnât follow her orders? wouldnât listen to her demands?
or, to put it better, why did it excite her so much? abby anderson was a well-liked leader in the base, and with that, people were kind to her. while it may not have always been real, they still showed her respect to her face, they listened.
but you didnât.
as she picked up her breakfast from the cafeteria in the mornings, she allowed her eyes to wander a bit more, thinking just maybe one morning, they would be met with yours. she even began eating her meals within the cafeteria with manny and his father, rather than taking it back to her room like sheâd always done. but before every patrol, as the buzz of conversing soldiers surrounded her, your voice was never one of them. your face, never in the crowd.
after more days had passed, she decided to pop her head into the infirmary as âoccasionallyâ as she could. she would saunter around, stopping by the few patients she knew well, and in every chance she could, she would watch you in your corner, working away with a roll of gauze and a bottle of sanitizer.
and you would pretend that you couldnât feel her staring.
she never spoke to you though. she knew how the conversation would go, either ending in her apologizing or starting an argument, neither of which she wanted to do.
to be truthful, she wasnât sorry. she didnât care that she snapped at you, or that she was overstepping by demanding that you rest. and quite frankly, she didnât care if her attempts at talking some sense into you resulted in you hating her.
she was your superior is what sheâd tell herself. it was her duty to make sure things ran smoothly in the base, and you were no use as a medic if you were dead or injured.
so rather than doing the right thing, and talking through her concerns with you like an adult, she did something dumb.
which is why she found herself with booted feet outside Isaacâs door, knocking her fist against the firm wood. it was late, and she had just returned from patrols.
she wasnât going to do it, she knew how much of an intrusion this was. but seeing your penciled name scheduled for a particularly dangerous patrol that upcoming Wednesday, she couldnât help herself.
she hadnât even showered, hadnât even changed. she went straight from the trucks to his doorstep, knowing she couldnât let herself think on it, knowing sheâd change her mind. looking back on it, abby should have let it sit.
fuck it.
isaac opened the door with raised brows upon seeing the soldier. âabbyâ he say with a tight smile as he steps back to let her in.
âisaac iâŚâ she fiddles with her fingers for a moment and clear hers throat, âiâve got a few concerns about⌠about who youâve put on patrols.â
he nods his head sharply, an amused smile creeping onto his lips. âalrightâ he says as he tilts his head to the couch, gesturing for her to take a seat. âletâs hear it.â
abby was a bit surprised by his demeanor. typically when sheâd âexpressed concernsâ in the past, heâd been incredibly closed off to her ideas. sheâd be hit with a quick âhow hard is it to follow my orders?â with a slammed door in her face.
heâd never acted like this. she didnât have a clue as to why this was different.
âokay,â she nods her head quickly and carefully sits on the couch. âwell⌠iâve noticed that youâve been adding medics to some of our patrols.â
âmhm.â he responds with a raised brow, waiting for a bit more explanation.
âi just- i guess i donât understand why. i mean, we need all hands on deck at the infirmary, and sending untrained medics on the field is just⌠itâs irresponsible isaac.â abby struggled to mask the annoyance in her tone as she blurts out her concerns.
âuntrained medics?â isaac asks with a grin. âwell, iâve only tried it out with one medic so far and she seems to be doing well.â
abby furrows her brows. before she can think about what sheâs saying, a sharp âwell sheâs notâ escapes her lips. her eyes widen at her own words. your face crosses her mind, and she imagines you frowning, eyes darkened with the pain of betrayal, pupils wide with hurt. she imagined what youâd look like if you heard what she was saying.
but she was already in too deep to go back now. âdid you know she was injured? she hid it from the entire patrol, couldâve bled out if she ignored it any longer.â she knew she was exaggerating, but she was too desperate to care.
âreally?â isaac asked with suspicion. âi wasnt aware of that.â he pauses for a moment, rubbing his chin with thought. âi understand your concern abby, i do. but⌠our casualties out in the field have nearly doubled since last fall.â
abby shakes her head, âno⌠you donât get it she-â
âno you donât get it. some injuries canât wait the journey back to the base, anderson. it is far easier to put a few medics out on patrols than to train all soldiers in first aid.â he leans forward with his hands on his knees as he speaks.
âi understand that.â she puts her hand up, trying to protest further. âbut your medics are going to be no help in either the infirmary or on the field if they get killed by some scar. when i came here, soldiers were put through months of training before they were allowed to step foot outside the base.â she shakes her head. ânow youâre just going to throw them out there with no experience in combat?â
âlook iâm not familiar with the relationship between you two,â isaac laughs a bit as he says this. âbut i chose your friend to be the first of this experiment for a reason.â
she scoffs at the word experiment. is that what this was? he was just going to treat you like you were some sort of test subject?
âshe may not have gone through combat training through the WLF, but that doesnât mean she is completely inexperienced. she didnât grow up like you abby.â she flinched a bit at this statement. it was rare that isaac brought up her past. but despite that, she was intrigued. she hadnât even thought to ask about your past.
âshe grew up in FEDRA school. she was there when the denver QZ was overthrown. she was a solider. and i guarantee that if she wasnât so talented in medicine, she would be up there with you and all your grunt buddies.â
abby huffs at this. âthe way we fight is far different than how FEDRA trained and you know that,â she hisses with an accusatory finger pointer at her leader.
isaac stares at her with narrowed eyes, before sighing deeply and leaning forward even more, gazing at her warningly. âwhat do you want abby? are you asking me to take her off the schedule completely? put another medic out there who has no idea what they are doing just so you can have some peace of mind?â
she closes her mouth quickly and looks away. that was exactly what she was asking, but she wouldnât say it. âjust⌠keep her off of the really bad routes will you?â she asks. âi saw she was supposed to go to the serevena this week, and i want you to remove her from the patrol.â
Isaac chuckles and shakes his head. âyou know the dangerous patrols are where she is needed most right?â
âat least until sheâs been doing this for a bit longerâ she asks, less demanding this time. âplease Isaac?â
isaac tilts his head up slowly, before bringing it down in a nod. âfine. but just for the next month or two, got it?â
abby letâs out a relieved breath as she stands up. âyes. yes thatâs fine. thank you, isaac.â
âjust get outâ is the last thing she hears as she leaves the room, a triumphant grin plastered on her face.
. . .
the only thing that kept you awake was the memory of your coworkers chuckle ringing in your aching head.
âi think youâre the busiest person on the baseâ he had laughed. âi donât know how iâd function with the amount of sleep youâre getting.â
it was ironic, truly, that he could have put your, what you could borderline describe as suffering, into such a joking statement. even you didnât know how you were functioning, to be quite honest.
over the past three days, you hadnât gotten more than 3 consecutive hours of sleep at a time. between night shifts at the infirmary, day shifts on patrol, and the completely disorganized meal times you had managed to fit in, you were hardly getting any rest.
the sleep you were getting was on one of the firm cots within the infirmary, the commotion of patients and medics just out the hall constantly waking you up.
you had always been an insomniac, hadnât gotten a full nights sleep since you were a toddler, maybe not even then. at FEDRA school, youâd stay up half the night reading books on surgeries and weaponry, practically ruining your vision from squinting in only the moonlight.
but despite your familiarity with a lack of slumber, that condition could only take someone so far, and itâs gotten to the point where sleep was the only thing on your mind. other than abby. you were a robot, a machine, a lifeless shell of yourself who just worked and ate, and worked and ate, and eventually slept. you hoped that maybe that soldier would come to you in your dreams, approaching you with an apology and toothy smile. you never fall deep enough into your sleep for that to be possible.
you also drank coffee. a small perk of being a consistent medic in the night shift, you were the first person to get access to the rare bean.
and in this moment, you were only two hours away from the end of your night at the infirmary. you stirred a bit of milk into your mug, and squinted under the fluorescent lights you had turned on in the cafeteria. you had always hated the cafeteria when it was full of people, but in the night, at almost 5 am, there was no one there.
it was a kind of quiet that you didnât often experience.
that was until you heard a voice call your name from behind, startling you enough you nearly spill your coffee all over yourself.
abby had gotten up extra early for patrol that morning, unable to sleep with thoughts of her and Isaacâs conversation replaying in her mind. she was, of course, pleased with the turn out. but she was mainly guilty, and a bit terrified. terrified of how youâd react to her interjection of your schedule.
but when she saw you in your baggy scrubs, hair pulled out of your face, and a pout on your lips as you sipped at your drink, she didnât care. she just wanted to talk to you, she hadnât in so many days.
after your initial jump scare, you turn to meet eyes with your new visitor, and breathe a sigh of relief.
âoh abbyâ you smile softly as your heart settles, âitâs you.â
sheâs a bit surprised at your calm demeanor, granted your last conversation had been an argument, but she took it happily.
and for you, you were too tired to be anything but quiet and friendly. and more importantly, you were too tired to remember anything that happened more than five minutes ago.
âhey you,â she replied as she took a step closer. âhowâve you been? are you just getting off?â
you shake your head as you take another sip of your coffee. abby scrunched her nose at the smell, sheâd always hated the drink.
ânoâŚ. no iâve got a couple more hours.â the two of you stand side by side and lean back against the metal countertop, looking out into the empty room. her hip is close to yours, and you can feel the heat cascading off of her body. it takes a lot of will power not to slouch your body against hers, and just pass out on her broad shoulder. you had a feeling she wouldnât wake you up.
âyou heading off for patrol?â
abby nods her head, and turns it to face you. she studies your eyes for a moment, taking in the dark circles laying beneath. âyou said youâve got a couple hours left still?â she asks, concern laced in her tone.
âyeahâ you sigh and she straightens her posture a bit more.
âiâm not going to lie,â she says as she takes a better look at you, âyou look like a corpse. whenâs the last time you slept?â
you shrug your shoulders and your lips curl into a small smile. âbefore my shift? wasnât for long but it was something.â
her expression hardens and she prods at you a bit more. âhow long are we talking?â she asks you, trying to keep her wording light, but itâs clear sheâs worried.
âbout a few hoursâ
âa few hours?â she repeats with a scoff. you look at her blankly, unable to say anything to defend yourself. âokay whatever.â she shakes her head, âbetter question; whenâs the last time you got like- like a real nights rest?â
at this, you canât help but let out a dry chuckle. âi donât really do thatâ you muster with a playful smile. but itâs clear on abbyâs face she doesnât find that very funny.
âyou canât just live off of coffee and catnapsâ she says with a frown, waving her hand dismissively towards your mug, âyou know that right?â
âi dunnoâ you shrug and look back out into the empty cafeteria, âbeen doing just fine as of now.â
âno. no you havenâtâ she pushes herself off of the counter and turns to face you completely. âyou know how i know that? because when people are tired they get delirious.â you watch her with raised eyebrows as she continues.
âand when people are delirious, they make dumb decisions. hence why youâll probably have a gnarly scar on your back for the rest of your life.â
she stops her sentence abruptly and you clench your jaw. you break eye contact, and feel your fingertips grip onto the countertop.
âh-how is it anyways?â she asks, a lot more gingerly now.
âitâs alrightâ you turn back with a smile, deciding to brush off her harsh comment. âother than a gnarly scar, that is.â
she purses her lips and bobs her head lightly. you both stand in silence for a moment, the only audible sound in the room is that of your breathing. your mind feels clear for a moment, relaxed by the rhythm. as you feel air leaving your lungs, it is accompanied by the sound of abby inhaling beside you. you are the first to speak again.
âi should get backâ you say softly and she mumbles in agreement.
as you take a step to leave, you decide to ask her one last thing before you part ways.
âoh also..â you tilt your head in curiosity. âwhenâre you scheduled for patrols to the serevena this week?â you wondered if youâd cross paths with her at all. despite your disagreements, you still found yourself with a constant craving for her presence.
abby clenches her jaw at the mention of patrols, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. weâre you going to bring up her conversation with isaac? weâre you going to be upset?
âi uhâŚâ she rubs the back of her neck nervously, âiâm scheduled to go there wednesday and thursday.â
âcool,â you reply with a sweet smile, âiâll be there wednesday. see you then abby.â you turn your heel to walk away.
abbyâs breathe hitches and her face contorts with confusion. âi- iâm sorry⌠what?â
you spin back around with furrowed brows. âiâm scheduled to go on wednesday too, so iâll see you there.â you reaffirm, unsure as to why she looks so bewildered.
what the hell is she talking about? abby couldnât help but think.
âdid uh-â fuck she didnât know how to put this, âdid isaac not talk to you?â
âbout what?â
âabout the patrol.â she responds through her teeth, her voice more firm than intended. if you were playing dumb right now, it really wasnât funny.
you look away with thought for a moment, before your face lights up in realization. âohhh. oh yeah he did. he actually pulled me aside this morning, said that the serevenas got even more scar sightings than normal, and that he really needed me there.â you affirm, still unsure as to how this affected the conversation.
abbyâs jaw slacks, and her mouth forms a scowl. âhe what?â she hisses.
before you can open your mouth to hesitantly restate yourself, she cuts you off. âmotherfucker. he said he was going to take you off the damn schedule!â she seethes, more so talking to herself than to you as she brings her hands to her hips.
âwhat?â you ask quietly, but the softness has completely left your tone.
she steps closer to you with her hand waving in the air. âyou are supposed to stay behind for the serevena patrols. he told me heâd remove you-â
before she can continue her statement, you cut her off with anger. âyou talked to isaac?â your voice is dripping with venom. you knew abby was used to getting her way, but this was a whole new low.
she stops her rambling for a moment, and her expression pales. âlook.. i only did it because-â
âare you fucking kidding me?â you practically yell.
abbyâs mouth snaps shut and she looks away. âiâm only trying to look after you.â
âi donât need you looking after me abby!â
âyeah well i.. i disagree.â she mumbles in response, and your expression grows colder.
âwhatâre you trying to do here abby? are you trying to get me in trouble?â you demand. you slowly inch closer to her, your face red with anger.
âwhat? n-no of course notâ she can only begin before you interject again.
âwell thatâs what youâre going to do! i donât care if youâre trying to look out for me. do you know how bad it makes me look to have you demand that iâm taken off the schedule?â
abbyâs breath is shallow. she hadnât thought about it like that.
âiâm still new here! i- i canât afford to have someone complaining about my abilities to the leaderâ you fight back your tears as they pool in your eyes. you hated how easy it was to cry when you were angry.
abbyâs chest tightens as she sees hears your voice break. âthat wasnât my intention.â is all she can say.
âwell thatâs what you didâ you bite back, your bottom lip quivering.
she scrunches her nose and straightens her posture, staring down at your shaking frame. âi stand by what i did,â she responds, successfully masking the uncertainty in her voice. âyou donât belong on the field, especially in a place like the serevena.â she didnât know if what she was doing was right, but there was really no going back now.
all look of hurt and betrayal leaves your face, now, itâs just red hot anger. âgodâ you scoff, âall of you soldiers are exactly the same.â
you watch as abby steps back a bit, âwhat is that supposed to mean?â she beckons you to continue.
âi mean, all of you think that youâre so much better than everyone else.â you hiss, stepping up on your toes a bit to become more eye level with her, âthat youâre the only ones who make sacrifices, the only ones who help others, protect others. you think that only you can handle yourself and that everyone else should be grateful when you swoop in and fuck up their lives!â
the hurt is clear in her face as you finish your outburst, but you donât have it in you to care. there is only one thing you have room to think about, and that is how you will be treated if word gets out that the most important soldier on the base thinks youâre incapable of doing your job.
âso thatâs what you really think about me?â abby mutters so quietly, itâs barely audible.
âthatâs what i know about you.â you bring your face even closer to hers, looking up with fiery eyes.
even in her angered state, abby couldnât help but take in your features with admiration. you were so expressive, so alive. even in your tired, teary eyed, and frustrated state, you were so alluring.
you were like the sun. so dangerous, so furious, and yet, the feeling of your warmth on her skin was something she craved so heavily. the second that analogy enters her mind, she pulls her gaze from yours, but not before taking a quick glance at your downturned lips.
if she were sane, she wouldâve wanted to slap that frown off your face. and if you were anyone else, she actually would have. but instead the only thought that crossed her mind was bringing her lips to yours and kissing it away.
but she didnât.
instead she steps back from your heaving chest, a sharp exhale escaping through her teeth as she shakes her head. you flinch at her absence of warmth. your heart sinks as you watch her walk away from you, the weight of your own words finally settling.
âyouâre not going on that fucking patrol,â was the last thing she mumbled as she stepped out the door, leaving you to rot in your own anger beneath the bright cafeteria lights.
#abby anderson#abby anderson x female reader#abby tlou#abby anderson x you#obstinate#abby anderson fic
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oh, donât stress if you canât get to this ask itâs okay!
i was thinking that cowboy sevika would definitely say that âsave a horse, ride a cowboyâ phrase to her girlfriend. as dumb as it sounds i feel like she would also tell her to âgiddy upâ, and no matter how many times she tells her to take it off because it âlooks stupidâ, sevika would keep her cowboy hat on while her gf rides her đ
her girlfriend would try to be mad at sevika for acting so childish and unserious during it, but would actually be holding back a smile because she loves her sev so much
oh, i absolutely adore this omg
men and minors dni
sevika finds you in the side garden, weeding and pruning. she wolf whistles at the sight of you bent over, and you snap up, glaring at her. she chuckles.
"hey darlin'." she drawls as she approaches you, a horny glint in her eye. you chuckle as she slings arms around your waist.
"what do you want?" you ask, already knowing what your wife's tracked you down for.
"the girls took shimmer out for a ride..." sevika says. you raise an eyebrow at her and she grins. "so we got an hour before we get interrupted by the little shits."
you giggle, flicking at the rim of her cowboy hat, then leaning in to kiss her. she hums against your lips.
"well, whaddya suppose we do with that hour?" you ask, teasingly. sevika grins.
"i was thinkin' i could give you some more ridin' lessons." she suggests with a waggle of her eyebrows. you giggle, and then, sevika's dragging you inside, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.
in a flash she's got the both of you naked, sans her strap and cowboy hat. you're perched on her lap where she's sprawled out on the bed, in a tussle with her as you fight to get the hat off her head.
"quit squirmin'!" you complain as you make another grab for the hat. sevika laughs.
"the hat's stayin' on, darlin', what kinda cowboy'd i be without my hat on?" she asks. you roll your eyes and relent, sitting back on her legs with a playful glare.
sevika smacks your ass and you jump. "get to ridin' cowgirl." she says with a smirk. you groan and roll your eyes again.
"you're so fuckin' corny." you groan. nevertheless, you sit up on your knees and guide sevika's strap inside you. you both gasp as it breaches your hole, and sevika shivers as she watches you slowly sink down on it, adjusting to the stretch. you sigh in pleasure.
"feel good?" she asks, her hands drawing circles in your hips. you hum and nod. "fuck, you're sexy." she whispers from beneath you. you huff a laugh and lean down to kiss her.
"wish i could say the same. unfortunately, that stupid fuckin' hat kinda ruins all your sex appeal." you say. sevika snorts, fondling your ass as you slowly start grinding circles against her.
"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says with a smirk. you roll your eyes.
"wasn't that in our vows? i'll still fuck you when you look ridiclious? somethin' like that?" you ask. sevika laughs and claws you hips.
"somethin' like that." she agrees, grinning up at you.
fuck her for bein' so adorable. you lean forward again to kiss her soundly, sliding your tongue against her lower lip and sitting back up before she can bite it. she pouts at you, but then a goofy smile creeps up her lips.
you already know what she's gonna say before she says it. you shake your head no at her, trying to stop her. "don't say it." you command. sevika just grins and smacks your ass.
"giddy up, cowgirl." she says, grinning at you.
you'd strangle her if her little mischievous laugh wasn't so damn cute.
"i can't believe i ever thought you were serious and scary." you say. sevika giggles beneath you, her thumb fiddling with your clit, making you jolt against her.
"c'mon baby." she whispers, lust taking over her silly mood again. "ride me. 'm all yours."
you sigh, bringing her free hand up to your lips to kiss it, before you start bouncing up and down on her cock.
you both groan.
sevika loves watching you on top of her, and over the years, you've gotten pretty damn good at it.
"i ain't gonna last long, doll." she grunts out. "not with you lookin' so damn good ridin' my cock."
you giggle down at her. "i just started." you say. she grins.
"yeah, but i've been watchin' you in the garden all mornin'." she says. "fuck, you look so good all sweaty and bendin' over." she grunts. you chuckle.
"you're ridiculous." you say. she grins up at you.
"you look so good when you're hard at work." she says.
"you do too." you respond, breathily. she grins.
"yeah? so you do like the hat." she says. you snort, reaching forward to try to knock it off again. she catches your wrist before you can reach her, and you roll your eyes, bringing your hand down to her chest to fondle her tits instead. she whimpers at your touch.
"it's hot when you're all dressed up. with that lasso on your hip, 'n shimmer beneath you, comin' home all sweaty and dirty... fuck." you curse, the mental image of your wife doing something to you. she hums beneath you. you open your eyes to look down at her and burst into giggles. "it ain't as cute when it's all your wearin'." you say. sevika laughs too.
"and yet, you're still ridin' me." she says again.
you lean down to press your lips against hers, shutting her up again.
after a few minutes, you have to pull away to pant for air as you slam your ass down against sevika's thighs over and over again.
"fuck-- i'm close." sevika whimpers. you hum on top of her.
"cum inside me, sev." you whisper in her ear. she groans.
"what about you?" she whines. you chuckle.
"if you take that damn hat off i'll let you go down on me once you're done." you promise her. she grins and nods in agreement, her hands flying down to grip your hips and help you continue to ride her hard and fast, loud smacks filling the room as your sweaty thighs hit the top of hers over and over again.
sevika's face scrunches in pleasure and you tug at her tits, knowing she's close.
"c'mon baby." you moan. "wanna watch you cum."
sevika groans beneath you.
"you're such a fool for this pussy, aren't ya?" you ask. she nods. "y' had me this mornin' before the kids woke up, and it's only high noon now-- you're so fuckin' needy." you tease her. sevika whimpers.
"c-can't help it." she whines. you coo down at her.
"that's okay baby, i love it." you say. "y' know how to make a girl feel special. you're lucky i'm just as needy for you."
she nods up at you, gasping. "s-so lucky." she agrees.
beneath you, her legs start twitching, and you grin.
"give it to me sev." you encourage her, both because you want your wife to cum and also because you're dying to get her out of that hat.
she must know this, because right before her face scrunches up in ecstasy, something mischievous flashes behind her eyes. you know what's coming, nearly a decade with the woman means you can read her like a book. you try to duck down to press your lips to hers before she can speak, but you're too slow, and as sevika tips over into orgasm, she lets out a breathy, giggling, "yeehaw!"
you groan on top of her, a laugh wracking through your body despite your disgust, and you pinch her nipples hard in retaliation as she cums.
she jolts, then grins, coming down from her high to giggle up at you. you snort at her and flick her nose.
"i can't believe you." you mumble. she chuckles.
"you're the one who married me." she says, grinning.
"i'm starting to question my sanity." you say. she laughs.
you pull off her strap and stand on wobbly legs, taking a few deep breaths before you turn around and begin pulling your undergarments back on.
sevika gasps and snaps up to sit on the bed.
"fuck're you doin'?" she asks. "you promised me i could put my mouth on you!" you shake your head at her.
"you ruined the moment!" you say, laughing as you pull your pants on. "you can't expect me to be horny after that, sev. should think before you speak next time." you faux scold her.
sevika blinks at you owlishly. "you aren't serious." she says. you just shrug as you begin buttoning up your shirt. "baby!" she cries, scrambling off the bed to gather you in her arms. "c'mon!" she whines. you giggle.
"'s what you get for bein' a clown." you say. sevika reaches up and grabs her hat, then sends it flying across the room.
"there, the hat's gone now-- will you please come back to bed!?" she asks. you just shake your head no at her, pressing a kiss to her nose.
"no, i don't think i will." you say, before breaking free of her hold around your waist and sauntering away.
you only get down five stairs before sevika comes stumbling after you, her clothes in her arms as she tries to dress herself as she chases after you.
"darlin' wait! i'm sorry!" she calls.
you just roll your eyes and walk back out to the garden.
you'll let her stew in her disappointment for a while. and if she's lucky, maybe she'll get another shot at you tonight.
that is, of course, only if the hat stays firmly planted on the hook in the wall, far away from her reach, right where it belongs.
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Jeff the killer x fem!reader
This post contains sexual and violent themes!! Please do not read if you are sensitive to these things.
Tw: attempted murder, blood play, cutting and dub con
Shit...
Shit..
Shit
Shit!
Getting chased in the woods by a phyopathic killer? Was not on your bucket list, but here you are now, running as fast as you can, and hell, those horror movie actors make it seem a lot more difficult than it actually is.
Though, it's still difficult, and you are forever grateful that there isn't too many branches to trip over-
Snap!
Never mind then... you now lay on the ground, holding your shin, you're bleeding, you get back up and start running, but it's too late, he found you, he stands infront of you.
"Going somewhere?"
God he's ugly...
"Uh...no?"
You try your hardest not to cringe at the sight of his pale, burned skin, his hair pretty messed up too.
"You sure?"
No, I'm running away cause your trying to kill me, duh.
"...yeah"
He seems to chuckle at your words, almost amused. He walks closer to you, grabbing your arm when you try to run again, pulling you in and grabbing you by your neck.
"..at...least take..."
Fuck this hurts..
"Take what huh?"
.....
"Me....to dinner...first."
Nice last words, dumbass. God mom always said you were gonna die in a dumb way.
"...excuse me?"
He let's go of your neck, pushing you against a tree, knife to your throat.
Shit my throat...
You start coughing a lot, about a minute passes, till you catch your break and speak.
"...your making this a lot longer than it needs to be. I thought you were a killer?"
He seems annoyed at your words, his eyes staring deep into yours...as if he had any other choice with no eyelids.
"I swear I will kill you right now."
Isn't that what you've been trying to do this entire time?
"Uh...I know?"
He takes his knife, slicing into your arm slightly, as a way to threaten you, you wince at the pain, blood dripping down your arm, you throw your head back in pain.
"Your so stupid"
He takes the bottom of your shirt in his hand, ripping it open, exposing your bra.
"Hey!"
He shuts you up by putting some of the fabric of your shirt in your mouth, he cuts open your bra with his knife, your bare breast's exposed, your nipples hardening at the feeling of the cold.
Jesus christ help me.
He laughs at the sight of your fearful expression, taking one of your breast's in his hand, putting his knife on your throat again, his touch is colder then the night air, he removes his hand from your breast, undoing his pants, taking out his throbbing cock.
How did things move this quickly?
He grabs your hair, forcing you on your knees, holding your head still as he moves his cock all around your lips.
"You said take you to dinner first, so cmon, here's your meal."
Shit...at least he's kinda big?
He removes the fabric from your mouth, shoving it in your mouth quickly with no warning, face-fucking you brutally as you gag, he hits the back of your throat over and over, sure to leave bruises.
"Cmon...can't you do better? Slut."
He starts slamming his cock down your throat at a brutal pace, tears rolling down your cheeks, after a bit more of his ruthless abuse to your throat, he slams down your throat once more, a groan ripping from his throat as his cum leaks into your mouth, it's bitter and salty, and gross, but you swallow it all, afraid of what he'll do.
"Stand up, cmon"
You do as he says, standing up, drooling and coughing, he undoes your pants, pulling them down, leaving your panties, he turns you around and forces you down again, shoving your face into the rough, slightly wet grass, moving your panties to the side, as he lines up, and just as he did to your throat, slamming in, you scream, in pain and pleasure, he's ruthless, abusive, mean, but you can't help but like it.
"Fuck your such a whore, taking me like the little bitch you are."
You can't help but moan, his pace fast and rough, you can't help but feel a knot grow in your stomach, he takes his knife and cuts your thigh, ans once he does, you feel the knot snap, Cumming all over him.
Did I just cum from being cut?!
He doesn't stop, slamming deep inside you, over and over, until eventually, he cums again, slamming deep in you one last time, spilling his seed deep in you, then you pass out.
Where am I?
You wake up in a strange place, a note beside you on a nightstand, your in a bed?
The note reads
"Get ready, I'll be back tonight, better be ready for me, cause this time I won't stop when you pass out."
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i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy
i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..
nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.
nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.
although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'
again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.
and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.
nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.
so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.
nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL
nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.
nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..
nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..
nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.
they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.
nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.
ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.
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if we're going for soft dom carmy, what about reader using a safeword and carmy looking after them?
i'm kinda struggling thinking of many scenarios where this happens just because i believe that carmen would fall into the worst kinda dom drop if you did. i don't think it would happen often because he's so meticulous with sex in general (with everything, really lol) but esp when it's a little rougher of a scene- when he's a dom.
i think carmen would be very cautious when you played, especially with impact play or anything kinda rough-ish. he is very careful with watching how you react. he's gotten comfortable with knowing when you've had enough or just the slightest changes in tone.
with that being said, i could 1000% see you safe wording with carmen when he's kinda using it as stress relief. i feel like that's part of his thing, like it's an emotional release and he's in control, so he enjoys the dynamic when you do play.
he comes home just fed up. it was stressful at work, some shitty critic left a half ass review that soured his mood. sydney and richie got into it, and on top of it all, it's mikey's birthday coming up and carmen is not coping very well. he decides to play with you, and while you're a little aware he's stressed, you're not worried about it.
he doesn't spank you or choke you, he knows better than to ever do that when he's like this. but he does something he never does- degrades you. one of the appeals for you, is while he'll call you a "bad girl" or "needy" or "desperate" sometimes during a scene, he's never actually mean.
tonight is different. he's started off rough, no warnings or easing into it. no he's abrasive with his maneuvering of you. which is fine, i mean it's not what you particularly prefer, but you can take it if it helps him feel better. it's alright until he starts talking, low grunts through gritted teeth that leave you whimpering.
"stupid fuckin' whore, you know that?" carmen sneers, his pace punishing with every snap of his hips. "useless. this is all your good for."
you can hardly believe it's your carmen speaking to you, half convinced this is some twisted nightmare you were in. it wasn't, you were reminded, his hand yanking on your hair, pulling you back towards him.
"you hear me?"
"yes." you squeak.
"yeah? you just fuckin' ignoring me now too? not gonna fuckin' listen?" carmen growls, one hand around your jaw, pressing you to his chest. "think you're better than me? know better than i do? you fuckin' don't, alright? don't know anything, just a dumb little slut. only good for this right here. takin' daddy's cock, isn't that right?"
you could feel the tears prick your eyes. any pleasure you were feeling was gone. everything felt so violating... so wrong. "no, carm, s-stop."
"what? the fuck did you just call me?" carmen snapped, fingers curling around your jaw.
"carmen, stop. red, stop." you babbled. "red, carmen, i said red. stop."
carmen halted, his grasp falling off of you, watching you scramble away from him towards the end of the bed.
"baby?" carmen's eyes were wide, an eerie calmness in his voice as he scanned over your body. "a-are you ok? fuck, are-are you hurt? c'mere-"
"no." you barked, lifting a hand to stop him. your knees to your chest, covering yourself from him. you felt too vulnerable. "just... i don't want you to touch me." you shuddered.
"are you ok? do-do i need to do something?" carmen's hands were shaking, every ounce of anger her felt gone, fear flooding his system in strong waves that crashed over him.
"why would you say that to me?" you croak, tears streaming down his face. "what did i... is that how you feel about me?"
"no, fuck, no." carmen's hands are shaking, running down his face. "i-i-i thought you would like that. the, uh, the mean shit. i thought you liked it wh-when i did that-"
"-when you called me stupid? and useless?" the tremble in your lip makes carmen's stomach lurch.
"i-i would never... baby, please, you know- you know i didn't..." carmen's chest constricts, strangling his words. he's on the edge of a panic attack, one he's trying to keep down because the last thing he needs is to be consoled. especially when he's the one who's fucked up.
you wipe your cheeks with your wrist, still shaking with your own emotions. "i... i need you to leave me alone for a little bit." you look at him. "i just... i need to calm down, and... and i don't want you near me right now."
carmen feels like he might sob. the burn in his nose tells him he is. but he nods anyways, tongue too thick in his mouth to say anything other than another apology. he doesn't go to the living room or guest room like you think. no, carmen goes to the bathroom and you hear him retching into the toilet through sobs moments later.
it takes him weeks to feel comfortable even playing a little rough again, and when you do- after you beg him to- he is so careful and checks in every second.
while it doesn't happen very much at all, i think the very few times it does, it would be bc of something like that.
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