#the apartment search is fucking rough yall

[sugared-violets]

"hi your apartment listing looks great i'm super interested! when would you be available for a showing?" "oh this apartment isn't available anymore." oh okay i'm gonna fucking kill you. why is it still up then. i'm coming to your house and i'm going to maul you like a mountain lion.

[norrizzandpia]

Can you please write exes to lovers angst with lando

Y’all know the way to my heart with these angst requests

A Second Chance (LN4)

Summary: Secrets are a hard thing to live with, they always come out in the end. When it comes to Y/n and Lando, their loved ones struggle to understand what occurred between the two when both of them refuse to discuss it. What happened that night that warranted two people so in love to separate? What triggered Lando to become so violent, so hostile? Why is there a lone engagement ring lingering in Lando’s apartment when it’s meant to rest on Y/n’s finger? What’s happened?

Warnings: lots of fights, language, literal screaming matches, lando breaking y/n’s heart while he’s drunk, this ones hella rough when it comes to angst, whata rollercoaster, HAPPY ENDING THO YALL JUST BUCKLE UP FOR THE RIDE AND TRUST ME

Note: i decided to really play with y’all here because you don’t end up knowing what caused them to breakup until the very end, so enjoy 6,000 words of subtle hints and you on the edge of your seat bc I’m evil 😚

Some things were better left unsaid. That’s the mantra Lando repeated to himself every time he felt the urge to pick up the phone and pour his heart out to the girl he let get away.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Some things are better left unsaid.

He was sick of the words, wanting to rip them out of his mind, out of his mouth every time he uttered their syllables. His thumb laid so close to her phone number, he was frightened one wrong move would make the decision for him.

All he saw, not just in that moment but every moment, was her face as he spewed off words of anger, violent insults that held no truth to them.

He wanted to apologize, yearned to hear her breathing as he said the things he had rehearsed in the mirror for God knows how long. There was blood on his hands, her blood, the blood of her being when he killed her spirit and the character he had fallen in love with. He couldn’t live with that.

Couldn’t live with the knowledge he had destroyed the beauty of her happiness, the beauty of who she had been.

Selfish, maybe, but he called her anyway. Whether the apology was for her or for him, he wasn’t sure, he just needed to know she knew that he never meant for those things to tumble from his mouth. He never meant to tear her down when he had spent the entirety of their relationship building her up.

The ringing sounded, it blaring loudly in the quiet of his room. He stared at her contact photo, he never changed it. The picture was one his friend had taken of her as she gazed upon him at the Silverstone Grand Prix, when he got his podium. She was smiling up, looking at him as if he held her entire life right in the palm of his hands.

She had loved him, put her heart in his hands, and he had thrown it back in her face like he was disgusted by it.

His mind was taken back to the moment when, after one ring, the call went straight to voicemail.

Fuck it, he thought, I’ve already called her once.

So, he tried again.

One ring, then voicemail.

Again.

One ring, then voicemail.

Again.

One ring, then voicemail.

By the end of his calling spree, he was sitting up in his bed, the sheets falling down his toned chest as he stared at the brightness emitting from his phone. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he searched up why he was only getting one ring.

The answer that popped up stopped the world around him. He threw his phone down to the side, it falling harshly onto the floor. He stormed from his bed, ripping open his door and throwing on a random hoodie strewn about his couch. His eyes glazed over as he tied his shoes and left the apartment, beginning to run. His running was in vain, however, as he was only trying to run from the thing that got him into this situation. Himself.

The phone stayed behind, lingering on the floor with its screen cracked yet still displaying what had set Lando off in the first place.

The Google search engine painfully informed him of Y/n blocking him.

—

“How have you been since the breakup?” Max said softly, looking at his best friend with gentle eyes.

Lando looked down to his lap, “I’m doing fine. Getting by.”

Max’s quietness lingered like he knew something.

“What is it?” Lando asked spitefully, sick of feeling like his loved ones were tip toeing around him.

Max sighed, “You’re not sleeping.”

“How do you know that?”

“Life360 shows me where you’ve gone in the last twenty-four hours, Lando. It also gives me notifications when you leave your house. At first, I wanted to stay out of it, but you’re doing it every night, going to random parks and staying there for hours. What are you doing?”

Lando smacked his hand on the table out of frustration, strangers sat close to them glancing over suspiciously, “So, you’re monitoring me now?”

Max scoffed, “Yeah! Your family and your friends are worried for you.”

“Well, don’t.” Lando gave him a pointed look.

Max shoved his face into his hands, “It’s not that fucking easy, Lando. Everyone thought you two were going to get married. You had a ring. Then, all of a sudden, you two ended. The people that love you are obviously going to be wondering about you when shit like that comes out of left field.”

“You don’t think I know that?” Lando began, face heating up, “You don’t think I look at the engagement ring everyday and wonder where I would be today? Maybe engaged to her like I had always wanted? You don’t think I know this shit? You don’t think I have to live with it, sleep with it, exist with it?”

It dawns on Max as he listens to Lando’s every word, “You’re going for walks in the night? To get away from thinking about it when you’re trying to sleep? Trying to distract yourself?”

Lando’s eyes look down once more, “Running. I’ve been running.”

In a rare form of physical affection, Max leans over and lays his hand over his friend’s, “What happened that night?”

Lando flinches, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

His hand is heavy on top of Lando’s as he tries again, “Lando, I’m sorry, but I just don’t understand. What the fuck happened? When are you going to be comfortable talking about it? It’s been five months.”

Something fiery triggers within Lando and Max knows it’s the reminder of how long he’s gone without her, “I know how fucking long it’s been.”

At the gridded teeth and hostile tone, Max relents. He sits back in his chair just when Lando’s gaze is caught behind him. His head turns to see what’s got Lando and he’s met with a woman that looks identical to Y/n.

He breathes out, turning back around to tilt his head at his best friend. Max opens his mouth to say something, but Lando interrupts him by the loud screech of his chair being pushed away from him.

He watches in horror and disappointment as Lando walks over to the woman and begins flirting with her. That smile, which was once reserved only for Y/n, is now exploited to get one singular taste of something like her, however fleeting.

In no time, Lando’s trading numbers with her and returning to the table. He sees the way Max looks at him, an expression that makes him hate himself more, and picks up his things, “If you’re not going to support me, sit across from me and patronize me for everything that’s happened, then I’m fucking out.”

Max laughs in disbelief, “Lando, I don’t know what the fuck happened! Maybe if I did, I could actually help you instead of this fucked up coping mechanism you’ve developed of sleeping with women that look like her.”

Lando snarls at him, stomping off and out of the establishment, texting the new number he’d gained immediately and asking when they were free to come to his apartment.

Max watches him through the window, anger at him dissipating and worry taking over once more for the boy he used to know.

The waitress comes by and drops the check off, three digits staring back at Max.

—

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO INVITE HER!” Lando screams at Charlotte, nostrils flaring as he shoots daggers into her soul.

“WHAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM? CAN’T FUCKING FACE YOU EX OF EIGHT MONTHS?!” Charlotte yells.

Lando counters, “YOU KNOW I FEEL ABOUT HER! HOW I FELT ABOUT HER! I DON’T FUCKING WANT HER IN THE CROWD OF THE NEW CAR LAUNCH!”

Charlotte rolls her eyes, “WELL, GET OVER IT! IT’S HAPPENING!”

“I’M THE DRIVER, I RUN THE SHOW! I SAY SHE GETS TAKEN OFF THE INVITE, SHE GETS TAKEN OFF THE INVITE!”

“SHE’S ALREADY BEEN INVITED, DUMBASS! WE CAN’T RETRACT THE INVITATION NOW. IT WOULD LOOK BAD.”

“I DON’T CARE! FUCK, CHARLOTTE, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Spit flies from his mouth, his volume so loud it jostles the walls.

Charlotte, being the strong woman she was and fed up with Lando’s recent behavior, fires back, “IT’S NOT MY FAULT SHE’S ON THE AUTOMATIC INVITE LIST! YOU KNOW THIS! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS!”

He lets out a loud grunt, turning around in the room like it’s closing in on him. He’s so in his mind as it suffocates him with memories of her, he steps toward the wall and almost puts his fist through it. However, right before his hand comes in contact, he hesitates.

He can feel Charlotte’s horrified eyes on him as he turns around, chest heaving from the unreleased anger. He can’t fully meet her stare, knowing it’ll break him further.

However, that doesn’t matter as she puts her hands on her hips and whispers, “Who even are you anymore?”

She slams the door on her way out and Lando can hear her lash out at his father, detailing how he needs to get his son in check if Lando wants any kind of continued future in F1. They go back and forth for a moment, Adam standing up for his son in a time where there’s no defending able to be done. His father reminds Charlotte of the relationship she’s cultivated with Lando, reminding her of how she once referred to him as her son, and she’s ready with her heartbreaking answer: he’s not the same person she once knew.

That gives Adam no room to fight back, silence overtaking the atmosphere for a moment before he’s entering the room. Lando sits on one of the many office room chairs, head hanging low as he picks at his fingernails.

Adam sits in the one closest to him, breathing slowly as he tries to gather what he wants to say.

“Lando, what happened that night?” He repeats, reminding him of the countless conversations they’ve had that started with that question and ended with Lando refusing to talk about it.

His son shakes his head, something dying inside Adam once more, “I told you. I’m not talking about it.”

A moment passes before Adam snaps, “Lando! I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry. But, Jesus fucking Christ! You can’t go on like this forever! This isn’t healthy! She’s not coming back! She’s stopped communicating because she doesn’t want to hear from you! You’re going to need to move on sometime!”

Lando stands abruptly from his seat, his father’s words hitting him hard, “You have no fucking right to say that! You don’t know what’s going through her mind!”

Adam stands to get in his face, “No, but I do know you two were happy, she was happy, and you were in love, and then it was over! People don’t fall out of a love like that if someone didn’t fuck up royally!”

Lando moves to the door, “I don’t want to hear this anymore.”

Adam grabs his arm before he can leave, staring at him with a stone cold gaze, “You keep pushing people away, treating people like shit, and you’ll ruin your career.”

“Who said I even cared about my career anymore?”

—

As much as he hates it, Lando’s eyes immediately search for her once he and Oscar are let into the room. The new car sits under a drape, a crowd of people standing around it, and, even with all the exciting things around him, he looks for the greatest heartbreak of his life.

He wants to see how she is, see if her eyes are as sunken as his are, if her body is as thin as his. Yet, he fails to see her. He knows she’s here, having seen her acceptance of the invitation on the guest list.

He’s being pulled to the front of the room by PR members, their pushes making him stumble into Oscar’s side as he keeps his gaze locked on the sea of people in front of him.

Time goes by slowly, the ceremony moving easily with applause when Oscar and him roll back the material covering the racing car.

They’re in the midst of an interview, microphones held tightly in their hands as they converse with the reporter.

He’s still distracted, his eyes still searching throughout the party to see her, but he’s called back when Oscar nudges his shoulder, “Sorry, what?”

The reporter smiles, “You’ve just gone through a break up and it seems she’s here. Does that say you two ended on good terms?”

He cries of laughter in his head. The idea that they ended on good terms is the funniest thing he’s heard in a while.

He puts on his fake smile, though, nodding strongly like this isn’t a question that has broken his soul, “Yeah! Y/n and I still talk from time to time. She supports me and I support her.”

He feels as if Oscar is staring at him, as if the entire room is staring at him, as he lies through his teeth. Y/n and him haven’t spoken in a year, her having cut off all contact from the very beginning.

The interview continues, nonetheless, with the journalist accepting his answer without question.

Once they’re done, Lando feels sick. Sick of trying to salvage his image, sick of having to appear at these functions, sick of wanting her back and knowing she’ll never let him in again. He excuses himself quickly, mumbling about needing to use the restroom, before dashing off down an empty hallway and locking himself in a stall.

He sits on the toilet, racing suit falling over the edge of the porcelain bowl as he lays his head in his hands.

He breathes heavily, lungs not taking in enough air, and he feels as if the first tears are about to fall when the door opens and the conversation of two men floods through.

“They broke up, you know?” One of the men states as they begin looking at themselves in the mirror, Lando watching them through the cracks of his stall.

The other one nods, seemingly excited, “Yeah, I’ve never been happier. She’s so hot, we finally have a chance.”

Lando’s eyebrows furrowed together. Who are they talking about?

“I know, mate. I saw her tonight. I think she’s still here. You saw that orange dress she’s in? Hot as fuck. It really does justice to that body of hers.”

Lando grimaces at their words.

However, they continue, revealing more about their topic of conversation this time, “Yeah, one hundred percent. Y/n Y/l/n has never looked better. I saw her walk in and I was ready to fuck her instantly.”

The color drains from Lando’s face when her name slips past their lips, their previous words having an entirely different impact on him now. He sees red at their vulgar words, pulling himself from the stall and walking out with a dangerous, cold air to him.

The two men stop quickly, looking at each other in the mirror when Lando sidles up in between them. Beginning to wash his hands, he makes eye contact with both of them.

“Having a nice conversation here, boys?”

The two of them gulp, clearly nervous at the man’s presence. They say nothing, rather letting Lando continue.

“You know, we may not be together anymore, but that doesn’t mean she’ll get with you two. She has standards and, after being with her for five years, I can tell you: you two aren’t it. Keep dreaming, though, yeah? That’s how I got to where I am now, making millions of dollars a year and such.”

He waltzes out, throwing out the paper towel he had grabbed in the middle of his words and nodding at them.

Suddenly, as he stands in the quiet hallway, his demeanor has shifted. He feels lighter. Consciously, he doesn’t know why, but, subconsciously, he knows it’s because he just asserted his dominance over her, his possession. Reminding the two men of how long he was with her, how long he had her, a duration of time they’ll never see, mended his pain for a minute or two.

It comes back quickly, though, when he turns the corner and runs into the infamous papaya colored dress that had laid on the floor of his bedroom many times before. He halts, so does she, and for a moment, the two of them keep their eyes trained on the other’s clothes, not wanting to look up and face something they aren’t ready to face.

Although, cruelly, that moment inevitably comes and Lando’s breath is taken from his lungs at how radiant she stands before him. His eyes trail over her face, the tape that was once holding his heart together now ripping apart at the sight of her. She seems strong, looking at him in a removed manner, as if she truly isn’t there with him at the moment.

His hand hovers over her bicep, fingers tingling as they plead with him to touch her.

“Hi, Lando.” His name falling from her lips, sounding soft and warm, reminds him of why he knew her coming to this, seeing her, would ruin whatever kind of progress he had developed in the year they’d been apart.

His mouth opens, then closes, and he struggles to get words out as his mind races with all the things he wishes to say. Knowing everything he’s tried to tell her is not meant to be said in a place as open as this, he settles for, “Hi, Y/n.”

She smiles at him, completely different from the fury in her features the last time he saw her, and mumbles out, “How have you been?”

He takes a leap, “Been better.”

She ignores it, “Listen, I need to go to the bathroom, but it was nice seeing you!”

Y/n tries to slip past him, but he’s quick to grab her arm. Looking in her eyes as if he’s trying to show her the happy memories that now are too painful to remember, he speaks lowly, “Hear me out.”

She shakes her head, “No, Lando. I’ve been done with us for a year.”

“Have you?” He challenges her, staring down at her and willing her to try again.

She rolls her eyes, looking anywhere but him, “Yes.”

“Look at me.”

When she fails to do so, he shakes her arm lightly.

“Look at me.”

And when she does, he tilts his head, leaning down to hover his lips over hers, “Tell me we’re done. Look at me and tell me you don’t love me anymore.”

“That’s not fair.” She whispers, lips brushing against his.

“Why?”

“Because of what you did.”

He looks on at her, their eyes holding the other’s as they relive the moments of that night. They both know there’s no way for him to counter, no way to fight back or fight for when she throws that in his face. What he did to her, what he said to her, has tarnished the trust she gave to him.

He pulls back, breathing in deep when she rips her arm from his grasp and flees further down the hall.

Watching her disappear behind the door of the restroom, Lando curses himself.

Curses the alcohol, curses that night, curses his words, curses the love they had, curses the memories that won’t leave him alone.

Curses the existence of their relationship entirely.

—

Lando’s never felt confusion of this level before. He stares down at Paige’s, Y/n’s best friend, contact as it calls Lando’s phone.

He hesitantly answers, putting it to his ear slowly, and whispering, “Hello?”

“Lando?” Paige sounds concerned.

Lando shakes his head, attempting to wake himself from the sleep he had just been having, “What’s going on?”

“Y/n is so fucking wasted and, I have no clue what happened between you, but she keeps asking for you. She won’t stop drinking, won’t leave the club, until you get here. I didn’t want to call you, partially because of how late it is and partially because of what’s going on between you two, but, if I’m honest, I’m glad I have an excuse. I’m worried about my best friend and it started when you two broke up.”

By the end of her words, Lando’s already out of his bed and halfway out the door. His keys jingle in his hand as he continues to converse with her, “I’m on my way to pick her up. I’ll be there soon. Just try and keep the drinks out of her hands.”

Before he can hang up, the engine of his car revving to life, Paige interjects, “Lando, one more thing. You’re going to have to let Y/n sleep at your place. She moved out of her apartment a few months ago and has been sleeping on my couch while she finds a new place. But, we have other friends here and I can’t just leave them to make sure she gets into my house.”

Lando nods, “That’s fine, but why’d she move out? She loved it there.”

Paige sighs, “Because she couldn’t stand the fact that everywhere she turned, all she saw was you.”

—

Lando pulls up to the club, its lights bright and music loud as he spots Y/n and Paige waiting on the curb. He gets out, rushing over to them and not loving the way Y/n seems to be hunched over in pain.

Paige pawns her off into Lando’s arms, Y/n melting into them and clinging to him when he holds her softly.

Paige begins to walk back toward the entrance of the club, “Thank you, Lando! You were always someone I could count on to take care of her. Have fun and please, for the love of God, fix whatever is wrong between you.”

At that, she disappears back into the colorful lights and Lando is left with his girl.

She’s mumbling quiet things into his chest, words he can’t make out as he gently lowers her into the passenger seat of his McLaren. When he’s finished buckling her seatbelt and triple checking that she’s secure in the car, he pulls back, but not before she’s grasping his hand and looking up at him with weeping eyes, “I miss you.”

Three words he’s yearned to hear for so long and yet, now, he can’t take them seriously. She’s drunk, she’s blacked out, and she very clearly doesn’t know what she’s saying.

This isn’t real.

He knows that.

But, what if it is?

—

When they stumble through his threshold, Y/n bolts to the bathroom. He smiles softly at the way she still, even in her drunken mind, knows exactly the layout of his apartment. Retching emitted from the small room and he’s running over, kneeling down beside her as she empties her stomach into the toilet. His hand rubs up and down her back as the other holds her hair back, whispering sweet and soft words of love in her ear.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’m right here.” Knowing she’ll wake up tomorrow and be disgusted by his presence makes the moment even more tender. He knows what will be lost tomorrow, he wants to savor it now.

Her hand moves from the toilet to grasp his shirt, the material hanging from his waist below her. It hurts to feel her touch, to know she seeks comfort in him, but it hurts even more to think of rejecting her, pushing her hand away. So, he lets it rest there, lets it seep into his skin and burn the area, marking it as her own and reminding him there will never be another girl as precious to him as her.

When she’s done, dry heaving the only thing sounding as she lays against the wall behind her, he sits with his legs crossed to the side. His hands rub her thighs as she recovers, and all he can do is stare at her. Her eyes are closed yet he can picture the exact color of them. He memorizes her nose, its upturn and freckles; he memorizes the Cupid’s bow of her lips, the feeling of the plush and soft skin tattooed on his; he memorizes the moles dotted across her neck and the cleavage of her boobs in her dress; he memorizes her arms, their warmth forever ingrained in his brain after Spa 2021 and she was the only thing he needed; he memorizes her legs, and her hands, her hair, the way her eyebrows are shaped, and jawline he’s wished to kiss again.

For it will be gone tomorrow.

—

He’s the first to wake up, thankfully. In case she woke up before him, he slept on the couch, her body taking up his bed for the night. He makes coffee with trembles in his hands as he awaits the moment she wakes up.

And when she does, she storms out of his bedroom, striding into the kitchen still in his t-shirt and sweatpants, the items he dressed her in the night before.

“WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE?” She screams at him, hands flailing at her sides as her cheeks redden with anger.

“You got drunk and wouldn’t leave the club until I came and got you, so Paige called me.” He responds calmly, knowing how uncomfortable she must be.

She scoffs, “AND I JUST COINCIDENTALLY HAD TO SLEEP HERE?!”

He shakes his head, “No, Y/n. Paige told me you had to sleep here because she still had to make sure the other girls got home safe. She didn’t have the time to get you back to her place herself.”

She quietens down, looking at him with a distant stare, “Did we fuck?”

He reels back, eyes bulging, “NO! YOU THINK I’D DO THAT WHEN YOU WERE WASTED AND IN THE MIDST OF WHAT WE’RE GOING THROUGH?”

“WE AREN’T GOING THROUGH ANYTHING, LANDO! WE ARE DONE!” She fires back.

“YEAH? THEN, WHY DO WE KEEP SEEING EACH OTHER?”

“I DON’T KNOW! IT’S NOT LIKE I’M ASKING FOR IT!”

Lando steps closer to her, taking a deep breath, “Last night, you told me you missed me. Is that true?”

“No.”

It hangs in the air, full of lies and deception.

“Yes, you do.”

She groans, “NO, I FUCKING DON’T! STOP TRYING TO HOLD ON TO SOMETHING I DON’T WANT ANYMORE!”

“WE WERE IN LOVE, Y/N! I KNOW YOU STILL LOVE ME IN THE WAY I DO!”

Her hands shoved at his chest, tears beginning to leak from her eyes, “THAT DOESN’T CHANGE WHAT YOU SAID TO ME!”

Unwillingly, Lando is taken back to the night that ruined it all. Refreshing his memory horrifically.

A YEAR EARLIER

Y/n chuckled as she threw Lando onto the couch, his drunken body landing in an awkward position.

“I’ll be right back, Lan. I’m just going to get you some water.”

He nodded, groaning at the swirling in his stomach. He heard her clank around in the kitchen, getting up and wandering off toward the sound.

When he reached her, he was very quickly overcome with desire and lust for his girlfriend. He stumbled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her back to him. He began kissing her neck, spit and slobber coating the skin in an uncomfortable way.

Y/n dodged him, “Lan, baby, I love you, but you’re really wasted right now.”

He hummed, “It’s fine, Y/n.”

He tried to kiss her again, but she slid out from his hold, “No, Lando. Plus, I’m not in the mood.”

He reached out for her, but she moved too quickly for his drunken mind. He groaned in frustration, “Y/n!”

“Lando!” She gave right back, shaking her head at his antics as she continued to fill up his water.

When she gave him nothing as he stared at her expectantly, he said the first thing that came to his foggy mind, “Fine, I didn’t want to fuck you anyway.”

She giggled, not fully hearing what he was saying, “Sorry, what?”

“I said, I didn’t want to fuck you anyway. I’ll just go into my Instagram messages and find someone better, it’s whatever, don’t worry about it.”

He saw the way she slowly turned her head to him, “Lando, what are you say-”

He interrupted her, “Who do you think I should look out for? Someone with a bigger ass than yours? Or maybe with bigger boobs? How about skinnier? Or perhaps with a prettier face?”

She just stood and stared at him, the glass in her hands slowly slipping from her grip, “What the fuck?”

He laughed at her, “Come on, Y/n!” He pulled out his phone, waving it in her face, “Who should I look out for as a replacement for the girlfriend who won’t fucking do shit for me?”

Her hip popped out, his demeanor change blindsiding her, “Why are you saying these things?”

He huffed as he slurred, “Because you’re a fucking shit girlfriend! I’ve put up with it for years, your inadequacy to fulfill me! I’m fucking done. I’m over not being satisfied in everything we do. You aren’t attractive to me anymore, you aren’t funny anymore to me, you just don’t do it for me anymore. Someone, I know, can surely be better than you.”

His words were malicious and hot on his tongue as if he had been waiting to say them. The glass, like her heart, slipped from her hands and shattered at her feet. Shards littered the floor, cutting her bare feet, as Lando began laughing at her, “Oh, perfect! And, now, you can’t fucking hold a glass! Fucking pathetic.”

He waltzed out of the room, as if everything was fine and retreated to his room, slamming the door shut.

There, as she stood in the middle of a wet pool of glass, she cried.

Cried for the pain in her feet; cried for the man she loved; cried for the death of her confidence; and cried for the love that had just been ruined.

PRESENT TIME

Lando remembers waking up that next morning without her beside him, and being utterly confused. That was until he read the text message in which she reminded him of the things he said to her, informing him they were over, she wouldn’t look at his face ever again, and she was already on a plane away from Monaco, to not chase her.

He had never been given the chance to explain to her just how drunk he had been that night, how his words weren’t really his.

“I DIDN’T MEAN WHAT I SAID TO YOU!” He yelled in her face, trying desperately to get through to her.

“DRUNK WORDS ARE SOBER THOUGHTS, HUH?” She argued, hands pushing against his arms.

“ARE ROOFIED WORDS SOBER THOUGHTS?”

She stopped, taking a step back and staring at him. She was quiet, looking up at him with a newfound curiosity, “What?”

“I was drugged that night, Y/n.” He responded, finally allowing for the truth to come out.

Her eyes softened, looking up at him with the love he knew was within her. She walked back to him, closer this time, and wrapped her arms gently around his neck, “Are you okay?”

Testing boundaries, he laid his hands on her waist and when she didn’t protest, he leaned into her fully.

“When I woke up that morning, I had a really hard time reading your text. I got through it, but I couldn’t shake the fact that I genuinely felt like I couldn’t see. My vision was fucked. I got up, I wanted to go to the kitchen and drink some water, but my legs gave out under me and I fell to the floor. I struggled to walk, my head ached in a way I never knew was possible, and I puked all over the floor of my bedroom. I, obviously, knew something was seriously wrong, so I called Jon. He came and helped me into his car. I must’ve been pretty removed because he tells me, to this day, that I was mumbling things about you leaving me, shit I don’t remember ever saying. But, anyways, he drove me to the hospital and they did a shit ton of tests. The drug test, that’s how we found out I was drugged with Rohypnol, a roofie. They helped get it out of my system, but I was pretty fucked up for the next few days. And, then, when I truly came to about a week or so later, I realized the gravity of what happened between us, but, obviously, by that point, it was too late.”

His explanation left Y/n feeling slightly guilty. She had been with him that night, it was her job to make sure he was safe as she promised him she would be his designated driver, the sober one.

“Do you know who did it?” She asked to which he shook his head.

“No, I’m not sure. I don’t remember much from that night.”

He saw it in her eyes, “Y/n, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself. There’s no way you could’ve known.”

Her eyes watered, “But, I should’ve known what you were saying to me wasn’t you, or even drunk you. I shouldn’t have shut you out. I should’ve given you time to explain.”

He nodded his head to each side, “Maybe, but what I said to you was horrific. Of course, you left me.”

She separated herself from him, walking into the living room as she cried. He sat down next to her on the couch, her tears soaking the shirt she wore as she struggled to gain her breath.

He pulled her into him once more, “Y/n, it’s okay. Your actions are justified.”

She shook her head, “No, it’s not that. I mean, it sort of is, but it’s mostly the fact that I spent this past year thinking you never really loved me. What you said to me that night, I’ve never forgotten it and I just spent so much time berating myself for thinking, for five years, you loved me back. I degraded myself over something that was completely manipulated.”

He laid his head on hers as he nodded softly, “I’m so sorry. If it’s worth anything, I truly did love you all five years. I still love you. I never stopped loving you.”

She pulled back, hands on his chest as she stared at him, “I still love you even if those words still haunt me.”

“Don’t let them, please. The fact that they came out of my mouth is enough. Don’t let them have any kind of value. You were and are the love of my life. There’s no one like you, Y/n. No one who could be better suited for me. You are more than enough for me. You’ve satisfied me in every part of our relationship. What I said that night, it couldn’t be farther than the truth. I could never fall out of love with you ever. There is no one I want to take up the other part of my bed than you.”

She wiped her tears, “What about those girls you were seen with this past year?”

He shook his head, “Didn’t hold a candle to you. Not my finest moment, baby. I’m sorry for it.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize for trying to move on, I just want to make sure you’re in this with me.”

He threw his head back, “Of course, I am. I’ll always be all in if you are too.”

She lightly smiled at him, returning to her spot against his chest as he laid them back against the cushions.

They laid there with each other, in silence, until the afternoon. Something that was once broken, now whole. Something that was once destined to end, now beginning again. Something that was once messy and complicated, now clear. Something that was once mistrusted, now fully capable of any challenge.

Maybe Lando could put that engagement ring to use now.

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𝗔/N: Your request is my command! (especially since I've been searching for more dom!Peter fics myself and have been failing so I might as well do it my damn self!) Also, yeah, it's been a damn long time lmao. I planned to finish up and release this like 4 months ago. Then a whole bunch of bad shit happened and I kinda gave up on writing for a little bit (outside of school cause I need that damn Bachelor's degree) BUT I've slowly started reading again and that bled into me opening up my drafts and finding this and spending some time with it. If you couldn't tell I had a shit ton of fun with this one...so feel free to check my newly updated Masterlist and request guidelines and send me more requests! The more I get, the more I'm gonna force myself to actually write them. (If you already sent one just know I’m working on it I promise)

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺!𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

(heavily inspired by the song with the same title by Adele.) It came up in my shuffle and when I started listening to the lyrics it was just too perfect.

he's so fucking pretty aghhhh (gif not mine)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Tasm!Peter Parker x Vigilante!Fem reader

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.6k+ (This is my big comeback so I might as well feed yall)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Peter have been broken up for about 3 years, but when an impromptu visit to your apartment takes a turn...that may no longer be the case...

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜): SMUT!, lil bit of angst at the end (ex to lovers so ofc), minimal use of y/n, P*rn-with-plot, Reader and Peter are FERAL for each other because of their powers (enhanced senses and all that), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), a lil possessive Peter, oral (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, Peter using his webs to restrain reader (pre-consented ofc), dom!Peter, sub!Reader (bratty at first tho), pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, angel), choking, rough sex, brief spanking, other positions, creampie, etc...

The remaining sunlight of the evening bled through your wide studio apartment windows as you finished folding what was left of your newly washed laundry. The plan for the rest of the evening was simple;

Drink two bottles of wine (knowing that your enhanced metabolism would sober the effects), catch up on a few missing assignments to keep your NYU professors off your ass, then jump into your suit and go patrolling.

It was a familiar routine.

Or at least, it had been...since he left.

Your relationship with him ended during your first year of college. To say it hurt like hell would be an immense understatement.

What hurt the most was the fact that you both gave everything you had to make it work...but long distance can be a bitch.

On that warm Saturday night in May, your ex-boyfriend received a call informing him that he had been accepted into a very prestigious engineering program (with a full-ride scholarship attached) all the way in California.

You applied for the very same program, so you knew just how big of an opportunity it would be. And, in good faith, you pushed him to take the offer.

You both insisted, "we'll make it work," and "we'll video chat and text every day. It'll be fine!"

What a load of horseshit.

It took 6 months for you to both arrive at the conclusion that you couldn't juggle your individual academic loads, your nighttime hero personas, AND a long-distance relationship all at the same time. A three-hour time difference didn't help matters either.

It took a while, but you eventually moved on. You kept your grades up, went on a few dates here and there, and even managed to convince yourself that you were doing fine without him.

Until...

*knock knock knock*

Your head peeked out from the fridge to look where you heard the strong yet hesitant knocks on your front door.

Only a handful of people knew where you lived and you weren't expecting to see any of them today.

Assuming it would be a postal worker or someone along those lines, you swung open the door with a polite smile.

"Hi-"

You felt your voice die in your throat as you locked eyes with the deep brown ones you hadn't seen in three years.

"Peter," his name fell from your lips, barely audible.

"Hi, Y/N," he replied with that awkward grin you knew all too well.

His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, but from the tight fit of his jacket, you could see that was about the only thing about him that shrunk.

You wanted to actually hit yourself in the head for actually imagining yourself doing many things to his large...meaty...biceps- NO, no, no, no get a grip! a voice of logic sounded in your mind.

You hadn't realized how long you stood there silently sizing him up until he spoke again. "Can I...uh...come in, maybe?"

"Umm...sure," you nervously answered, finally taking note of the small cardboard box he was holding.

As you stepped aside to allow him entrance into your apartment, his familiar scent invaded your sensitive senses.

"Oh God," you muttered under your breath, knowing that he heard you, yet unaware that your scent had basically the same effect on him as well.

"You alright?" he turned and asked you in concern trying to hide the tightening of his jeans with the box he brought.

You nodded way too fast, promptly putting some distance between yourself and him. He hadn't been there for longer than 5 seconds and he was already having an effect on you.

"How've you been?" he questioned you, scratching his neck and actively avoiding eye contact. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently repeating every physics law he could remember in his mind to try to quell his growing erection.

It wasn't working very well.

"I've been fine. You?" you quickly spoke, slightly out of breath.

"I-uh-I'm alright," he shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.

He soon found himself just looking at you. It wasn't a blank stare, no, it was the sort of intense look you unintentionally gave someone when trying to commit every single feature to memory as if you weren't certain when you'd get another chance to.

It was a habit of his you noticed a lot when you were dating. And just as it did back then, it sent chills running rampant down your spine. Not to mention your nipples growing obviously hard behind your large shirt with no bra to hide it.

Peter noticed it immediately and fought back a smile, which you glimpsed.

"Why are you here, Peter?" you decided to get down to business before your body betrays you any further.

The brunette let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before actually coming up with an answer. "I wanted to drop these off," he placed the small box on your kitchen counter.

Your eyes immediately narrowed. "You could have mailed it. Or you could've just dropped it at the door and then left. So why are you really here Peter?" you would have felt worse about your tone if you weren't so bothered.

Why the hell did he feel the need to suddenly show up and make you start feeling things you swore you wouldn't feel for him again?

Peter took a deep breath. "Aunt May called me last week. She's not doing too good. So, I came back to help take care of her."

You felt your stomach sink at his words. While you both dated, May grew to be like a second mother to you. You had no idea she was sick.

"Oh shit Peter-I'm so sorry," you crossed the room to engulf him in a hug, despite your initial reaction to his visit.

Peter immediately accepted your hug and found the anxiety in his body dissipating soon after. Your hugs tended to have that effect on him.

He couldn't stop himself from deeply inhaling and drawing in your hair's familiar scent when he wrapped his hands around your clothed waist.

A few seconds passed before you released each other, with you also savoring the feel of his body against you and the way how your skin lit up with goosebumps though there was a thin layer of clothing separating his hands from you.

"I was just cleaning up my old room at May's and I found some of your stuff so I figured I'd drop by and..."

You nodded in understanding and walked over to where he placed the box.

It was mostly filled with old t-shirts, tools, and gadgets from days when you would sleep over at Peter's or stop by to help each other with school projects.

"Thanks," you sent him a smile as you closed the box.

Your smile warmed Peter's heart. It was actually his second favorite thing about you, after your hugs of course. "Yeah, you're welcome," he smiled back, running his hand through his hair. It was a mess by now, but you still wanted to run your hands through it…or maybe even pull on it-

"Sorting through some of this stuff made me realize how much I...missed you," he said, his tone growing more assured.

Thankfully, you were still facing away from him, not giving him the chance to catch the pained expression that briefly crossed your face.

But you could feel him slowly approaching your frozen figure and found your body silently reacting in ways it shouldn't be, yet again. "Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice heavy.

You held back the urge to scream "Yes!" because admitting that out loud would be taking 3 steps backward.

Admitting that you missed him would be undoing all the work and tears you put into moving on from him and the hopes and dreams you had for a life with him.

Admitting that you missed him would mean giving in to the part of you that thought back to your most intimate moments with him when you touched yourself.

And admitting that you missed him would mean letting him back into the four-cornered box you had locked yourself in for the past 3 years.

But, with every step closer that he took, your resolve disappeared that much faster.

"You okay?" he called for your attention.

Your sharp intake of oxygen brought a tense silence over the room when you turned to face him and realized that he stood close enough for your lips to nearly brush his.

"Peter, I-" you tried to form words, but then you saw his lust-filled brown eyes lower to your lips.

And that was all it took for the last of your self-control to disappear.

"Damn it," you mumbled once you realized what was about to happen.

Before Peter could question your outburst, you found yourself latching onto his jacket lapels and pulling him down to meet your lips.

It took mere milliseconds for Peter to react. After all, he had been thinking about doing this since you swung open the door and looked up at him with those eyes of yours.

His large calloused hands took hold of the sides of your face as you clashed in a heap of teeth and tongue. It was desperate and feverish but it was perfect.

It was a language only you and Peter seemed to master, even now after three years apart.

Your lips moved swiftly against his, eager to taste more and more of him with each passing second. You felt him press his growing bulge flush against you, causing a pathetic whine to involuntarily tumble from your lips and a smirk to find its way onto his.

"I did miss you," you softly spoke, "but we can't do this Peter," the logical part of your brain made an appearance, though you kept peppering his lips with kisses.

As his lips moved to your neck, Peter's hands slid down to your ass where he effortlessly lifted your legs off the ground and up around his waist. The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your thighs garnered yet another moan from you.

"You don't sound so sure angel," you felt him smirk against your heated skin.

You hadn’t heard that nickname in years yet it sent small chills down your spine for the second time that night.

A mumbled curse slipped your lips when he nipped a particular spot below your ear. That was definitely gonna leave a mark.

You soon gathered the strength to pull Peter's hungry lips away from your body, swinging your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

"We can’t go back from this, you know that right?" you spoke, the both of you panting from the effects of the last minute.

"I don't wanna go back," Peter shook his head, "I wanna fuck you, right here, right now," his lips immediately found yours before his words could fully resonate.

This caught you by surprise which allowed Peter to slip his tongue between your lips.

As his taste continued to flood your senses, you felt yourself grow alarmingly wet.

Peter knew it too because he slowly pulled back and smirked down at you. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in here. Glad to see three years hasn't changed the way your body reacts to me, angel," he accompanied his words with a quick slap to your ass.

His slap and the familiar pet name left you a moaning mess. Just like he knew it would.

A lovely laugh left Peter's mouth before his lips met yours again.

He walked your entangled bodies over to the kitchen counter without breaking the sloppy kiss.

Peter used one hand to blindly clear the counter and place you on it, which sent your box of things flying toward the floor.

Not that either of you cared.

"Too much clothes," you were barely able to say in between kisses.

You followed up by shoving Peter's jacket off his shoulders which fell to your hardwood floors with a thud. He immediately got the message and got rid of his t-shirt as well.

A shameless whimper left your lips at the sight of his very toned muscles. You easily maneuvered Peter's body closer to you and began kissing and sucking his neck and every other available inch of skin just as you had pictured earlier, making sure to leave a few purple bruises in your wake.

“You’re killing me here baby,” Peter harshly swallowed, his eyes sliding closed as you continued to have your way with his chest.

"Wouldn't be a terrible way to die though, right?" you mumbled between lovebites and licks. You felt like an animal in heat but you just couldn't get enough of him, the occasional flex of his muscles with each slither of your tongue and his deep groans only egging you on more.

The taste of his skin alone could've made you cum easily.

But the same could be said for Peter as the feel of your tongue slithering all along his chest had him practically creaming his pants then and there.

Fucking enhanced senses, he cursed inwardly.

“Alright, ease up pretty girl,” he reluctantly grabbed your head, detaching your swollen lips from his body.

“Your turn,” he tugged at the hem of your top.

You quickly pulled off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare top half to him.

He spared no time in cupping your breasts with his eager hands. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he mumbled.

"Me, or my boobs?" you jokingly raised a brow at him.

"Definitely both," he grinned, bringing his mouth down to your tits.

As his tongue made contact with the soft mounds, you loudly moaned and wrapped your fingers in his unruly tangle of hair.

He switched between nipping and sucking on your nipples, in the way he knew you liked, while his free hand pinched and squeezed the other.

"Just like that Peter fuck-" hearing his name fall from your lips drove Peter insane.

His tongue flicked your sensitive nipples harder, and his eager sucking pleased you to no end.

Peter eventually pried himself away from your supple breasts, remembering the other parts of you he wanted to worship, and brought his hands to rest on the sides of your head. Your lips connected once more in a delicate kiss.

Though you knew what lay ahead for the evening, you were both perfectly content with each other's lips at the moment, just enjoying the constant waves of pleasure from the intimate contact.

But it wasn't long before the kiss grew heated and you tried to take control. Peter, however, wasn't giving you a chance.

"I leave for three years and you think you're hot shit, huh," he smirked.

"Why don't you ask the guy I fucked on this counter last week," you retorted, knowingly riling him up.

"Don't say shit like that, it's not funny," he nearly growled as his grip on your ass grew more forceful.

You secured your grip on his hair before pressing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "Gimme a reason to shut up then," you challenged him.

“Trust me, I will,” Peter grabbed your hands from his hair and forced them to your sides. His movements were swift as he laid you flat on your counter and ripped your thong off your body.

There he is, you smiled to yourself. This is the Peter you wanted to fucking ruin you.

You felt his face ghost your drenched opening as he deeply inhaled your scent. "You smell fucking delicious baby," he praised you, his mouth actually watering at the thought of tasting you.

A genuine smile found its way onto your face but morphed into a gasp when Peter teasingly ran his tongue up your sensitive slit.

"You taste even better," he added, using his strong arms to bring your thighs closer to his head. He wanted to tease you but it was getting harder to resist the urge to dive right into your heat like a man starved.

"Holy shit," you all but screamed as he briefly nipped at your swollen clit before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

His grip on your thighs combined with the ministrations of his tongue was pure bliss.

You attempted to slip your hands in his hair once more, but found that they were suddenly held in place against your counter by two of his webs.

Your eyes briefly widened at the feel of the rough, sticky material against your wrists, not having felt it in a few years. Back then, you expressed to Peter your desire to engage in some bondage, but being the daughter of a super soldier, it was clear that no rope or wire would be able to hold you. Peter's webs became the next best choice.

"That's not fair," you pouted, though it melded into a moan as Peter continued to suck and lick between your glistening folds.

The sounds of Peter devouring you resounded through the small apartment.

"I'm close Pete," you whined, your chest heaving in arousal.

Peter decided to focus his tongue on your eager bundle of nerves while he slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy. He instantly curled the digits causing you to briefly squirm at the sudden pressure against your G-spot.

"More," you begged, and Peter delivered, adding another finger inside of you. He immediately sped up his motion inside of you, making sure his fingers gauged that spongy spot to drive you over the edge with each thrust inside of you.

“That feels so fucking good, Peter, oh my God," you loudly moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, calling forth an orgasm with no warning.

You repeatedly bucked against Peter's face as you came, white-hot pleasure filling your veins. Peter locked onto your stare, still skillfully working his fingers in and out of you, loving the way you constantly clenched around his fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ," your legs jerked when Peter dove in and drank every ounce of slick you had to give while still fucking you with his fingers.

With his face now damp of your juices, Peter looked up to meet your blissed-out eyes. "Gimme one more, angel," he placed a soft kiss on your thighs, "I know you can do it for me."

You would do anything to keep Peter's mouth between your legs.

So, you eagerly nodded in response before taking a deep breath in preparation for another onslaught.

You didn't have to wait long.

Peter’s tongue went to work on your glistening hole while his fingers fiddled with your overstimulated clit. And, within minutes, your thighs were trapping Peter's head as an even bigger orgasm rocked you again, the borderline pornographic sounds leaving your lips shooting straight to his hardened cock.

Peter seemed perfectly fine with staying between your legs all night, but you had other plans.

"Pete, I need you inside me," you begged, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes.

He rose from beneath you and climbed up to free your hands from his webs. "I know, baby, I know," he softly replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and using his hands to soothe your reddened wrists. Your own taste on his tongue flooded your senses which made you even more desperate.

Peter obliged, slipping out of his sweatpants and sliding his girth between your folds. He used one hand to hold himself up above you on the counter, and the other to slowly guide his dick into you.

You both shared a long moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, your wetness making it way too easy.

He held still for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust and give the all clear for him to move.

Eagerness guided your words. “Fuck me, please.”

Peter set a brutal pace, knowing you were more than capable of handling it. Satisfied cries left your chest as you dragged your nails along Peter’s back, hard enough to leave trails.

“You can take it, pretty girl, I know you can,” he groaned as he continued to pound into you, trying desperately not to blow his load with the way you were constantly clenching around him and marking his back.

You tried to reply, but all that you could form were sloppy moans and broken syllables.

“Oh look at you, drunk on my cock already?” he teased with a particularly hard slam that prodded your cervix, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

Pleasure-filled cries mingled with words continued to fall from your lips as Peter gently moved a few fallen strands of hair behind your ear with a hand. "-feels so fucking perfect," you muttered, your lips curved into a drunken smile.

Peter reached down and pinched one of your nipples, gaining a loud whimper from you. “I love hearing you make those pretty sounds for me baby,” his strokes grew harder and deeper.

“All for you, Pete, all for you,” you panted as he fucked into you, the delicious smell and sound of sex lingering in the air.

Peter used a hand to wrap around your throat before using the other to reach down and fiddle with your aching clit.

The combination of Peter’s dick hitting that perfect spot, his fingers massaging your clit, and the lack of air from his hand around your neck was making you dizzy and overstimulated.

You fucking loved it.

“God, I missed you,” you spoke breathlessly.

He moved closer to kiss you briefly and tenderly. “I missed you too, baby.”

No amount of time could take away his knowledge on how to please you, how to get you like this with ease, not when you were all he thought about for years on end.

Peter pressed a quick kiss to your forehead then continued to fuck you on your kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna cum again baby, right fucking there," you moaned out.

Peter's grip on your neck grew tighter. "Not yet, don't you cum until I tell you to sweetheart," he commanded you, removing his fingers from your clit.

A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest as you forced yourself to sustain your orgasm.

"Don't pout," he smirked.

And before you could realize it, Peter had pulled out of you and effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach.

A hand soon gripped your hair, yanking you up against his chest and eliciting a pitiful whine from you.

"Tell me what you want,” Peter commanded, using his free hand to strike your ass. Hard.

You whimpered again at the sting of his slap. “I need you inside me. Please,” you pleaded.

He seized your hair harsher and leaned forward for his lips to graze against your ears. “Beg.”

A small whine left your lips at his words. You were so desperate you didn’t even care how embarrassing this would be in retrospect. “I need to cum, Peter. Please baby you're the only one who can make me cum.”

Peter pressed a kiss to your neck, nearly causing you to lose your footing. And he soon complied by ramming himself back into you.

“Oh my Fuck-“ you cried before biting your lip, suddenly aware that you had neighbors.

But Peter pulled his cock from your heat, with just the tip remaining, before roughly slamming into you, his hips slamming against your ass with the motion. “Come on, lemme hear you angel.”

He repeated the action, knocking the air out of your chest, “Peter!” your hands gripped the sides of your counter with such force you were sure you felt it crack under your grasp.

Peter caught wind of this and freed your hair before using his hands to pull your hands behind your back. "You're so perfect baby," he mumbled in your ear, continuing to brutally fuck you from behind, "So fucking beautiful with my cock inside you."

"I can't hold it anymore," you cried, "I need to cum, Peter, please."

With that whiny tone and those overstimulated tears to top it off, Peter couldn't deny you any longer. "Let it all out for me sweetheart. Cum for me," he littered your shoulders with kisses.

Your eyes slammed shut as your walls contracted around his cock, pleasure shooting through you and rocking you on a seemingly cellular level. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, unable to form a sound from the satisfied tremors attacking your nerves. The intensity of your finish is one only brought on when Peter fucked you and it was damn near cosmic.

"Shit," you groaned in relief, your long-awaited climax passing.

Peter slowed his movements inside of you and released your hands. "You did so good for me angel," he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck, trying to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer.

Aftershocks rocked your body while Peter continued sporadically moving inside of you, yet you couldn't get enough. Your body was more than ready to keep taking whatever he dished out.

Peter didn't need to read your mind to see that, but he needed to make sure. His lips kept up their onslaught on your neck as he softly spoke, "You wanna keep going?"

"Hell yes," you panted with a grin that he couldn't fully see, "You still haven't cum yet, and my bed is still fully made."

Happy with your response, Peter gave your ass a sharp smack. "That's my girl."

He pulled out of you and turned your body to face him, smiling at the sight of your fucked out face. "Three orgasms and a handful of tears later and you're still the most beautiful girl in the world," he held you by the sides of your face.

His words left you reeling, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks and butterflies to swirl within your stomach.

Before you could form a response, Peter leaned down to kiss you. He soon hoisted up your legs around his waist, preparing to escort you to your bed as per your own demands.

As he looked around for the bed's location, you took advantage of his momentary distraction and latched your lips onto his neck, reapplying the bruises you left there that were slowly fading already.

Peter was the happiest man on earth as he walked over to your bed, his cock prodding your soaked entrance, and your lips ravaging his neck.

He carefully sat on the edge of your bed, with you now on his lap and your legs still around him. You expected him to ease his length back into you but he slowly brought your head down to meet his intense stare.

You carefully wrapped your hands around his shoulders to keep yourself up, the silence in the room growing deafening.

You could tell from his eyes that he desperately wanted to say something, and you wondered if it was the same thing you had been considering as well.

But you were both aware of what saying those words would mean for your broken relationship and simply settled for smiles instead.

Peter brought a hand up to lay your forehead against his, allowing your breathing to momentarily sync.

"You ready for me?" he questioned you with a hand at the nape of your neck to hold your head against his.

You immediately nodded in response causing his own head to shake in time with yours. A small laugh was shared between you both as your nose continued to brush his own.

"You're adorable," you said before you could stop yourself.

That stupid full-toothed grin that you hadn't seen in a while soon spread across his beautiful face at your words, gaining another laugh from you.

"Last round?” you eventually pleaded with a smile.

"Anything for you," Peter replied, meaning it in every way. Adoration littered his stare as he slowly lowered you onto his length.

A satisfied mewl slipped your lips at the familiar feel of him.

The slow drag of his cock in and out of you, while he rocked your hips back and forth to grind on him, had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth with eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.

But Peter wanted to see it all. He wrapped a hand around your neck and forced you to meet his dilated eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

His soft yet stern tone caused you to swallow back a moan as you continued to move on his girth.

He then slapped your ass with his free hand, silently urging you to move faster.

You leaned down and quickly kissed his lips before happily obliging, now beginning to bounce in his lap, chasing your next climax.

“There you go angel, just like that,” Peter’s stare never wavered.

Peter furiously fucked up into you, your moans and the constant smack of skin on skin filling the apartment.

His other hand which never left your throat now squeezed it harder. “Fuck!” You were barely able to moan out as your breasts bounced with your every move.

“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” Peter groaned, his crude pace never faltering though his orgasm was closer than ever.

Your bed creaked under the onslaught of your bodies, but neither of you payed it any attention only having one goal in mind.

“One more time,” Peter planted his feet on the ground to get a better angle, "Need you to cum on my cock one more time."

But from the broken pacing of his hips to the strong furrow of his brow, you could tell he was close too. “Together?” You breathlessly suggested, grasping the nape of his neck with your hands.

Peter nodded in agreement before engulfing your chest and back with his arms, pulling you closer to his body.

Your breaths mingled, eyes focused on nothing except each other as his grip on your upper body allowed him to help you ride him even faster.

"Yes, Pete, oh my God-" pleas, curses, and moans tumbled from your lips as your skin buzzed at your incoming release.

"There you go, cum for me," Peter's voice grew strangled as his hips stuttered below you.

"Fuck," you wailed, your finish hitting you like a freight train and your pussy leaking into Peter's length.

The intense clench of your walls around him was all it took for Peter to explode with a groan, his pace faltering with that final pump.

"Holy shit baby," he panted, his cum painting your walls in spurts.

His firm hold on your body brought you collapsing on your bed together, satisfied and smiling.

And, for what felt like hours, you lay there in his arms. But of course, your thoughts began to run rampant.

Peter could damn near hear your thoughts spiraling.

"I don't regret this," he suddenly broke the silence you had elapsed into, "Do you?"

"Peter I-...I don't know," you freed yourself from his hold and sat up to look at him.

His brows furrowed at your response, hurt briefly flashing across his features.

"I loved you," you spoke, "I loved you more than anything."

"I know. I loved you too," Peter nodded with a small smile.

"And I will never blame you for leaving. Ever," you slipped a hand in his own and squeezed briefly.

"But?"

Your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall. "What happened to us, it damn near destroyed me, Peter. And it took so so long to put myself back together."

Peter swallowed harshly at your words.

"And then here you come, waltzing in here, fucking my brains out and making me feel things," you lowered your head, looking away from him.

You heard Peter move closer to you before feeling him lift your chin to face him again. His expression wasn't as disappointed as you'd expected, just confused. "Spit it out. I know you're holding something back."

"Why'd you come back here and-and do all this? Reminding me of what we had when you know you're gonna be gone again in the next few weeks?" you felt your voice shrink to a broken whisper.

Peter used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that fell from your eye, his previously puzzled look now morphing into a smirk. There was obviously something he wasn't telling you.

You sniffled and lightly hit Peter's shoulder. "Well, now it's your turn bug face, spit out whatever you're hiding!"

You received no answer other than Peter leaning forward and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. You eagerly accepted and returned the spontaneous action but were left even more confused when he pulled away.

"That wasn't an answer," you arched a brow at Peter.

"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I'm moving back to New York, or already moved, technically," he began to explain.

Your mouth opened and closed in shock as your brain fumbled for a response and came up inconclusive.

"I'm gonna finish out the school year online and stay here to take care of Aunt May. I mean it, baby, I'm not going anywhere," he grinned, watching tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"This better not be some sick fucking joke Peter, I swear to God," you pointed a finger at him accusingly.

"Can you shut up and just come here?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you obliged and grabbed Peter's neck before pulling him in for another kiss, your face still wet from tears and a smile almost permanently etched onto your face.

You pulled away but sank into his open arms. You relished how securely he held you. "I'm so happy," you said aloud, truly meaning it for the first time in a long time, though it was only meant to be an inner thought.

Peter kissed your forehead and looked down to meet your eyes, "I'll never stop making you happy, Y/N."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[whatachillkillyeri]

Lights down low

Synopsis: if she can’t satisfy you, then I will

A/n- thanks for 125 followers, I’m so grateful and thankful for yall beautiful peeps.

Warning: top chae!!, sexual frustrated reader, reader being in a fwb, use of mommy, slut. Weed, strap chae!

Men dni

-

Smoke drifted lazily around the room, filling the air with its sweet and slightly acrid scent. As Chaeyoung pass the weed to you. It was a familiar, comfortable gesture, one that they had done a thousand times before.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the smoke, sighing as you exhale. Today had been a rough day for you . your boss had been particularly difficult to deal with, and your coworkers had been a constant source of irritation. So when chae text you, asking if you wanted to have a smoke session with her, you didn't even hesitate. It was exactly what you needed.

Now, here you were, in her small but cozy apartment, feeling more relaxed than you had all day. You take another drag from the joint, before passing it to chaeyoung.

As you exhale, the smoke curls lazily around your face, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You lean back against the pillows, closing your eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

-

"You think pigs will fly in the future ?" you ask with a laugh, breaking the comfortable silence between them. As you pass the joint back to chaeyoung.

"Where's this question coming from?" Chaeyoung said, still half-lazy. Her eyes flickered over to you , her gaze soft and warm, even as she held in the laugh.

"I don't know, just thought of it. You know, something to pass the time." shrugging reaching for the joint again. "But if pigs do fly, you think they'll have to wear little wings or something?"

Chaeyoung laughed, shaking her head. "I don't know, I think they'd just look ridiculous." Her fingers brushed against yours as she took the joint back, inhaling deeply before exhaling again. "Maybe they'd have tiny jetpacks or something."

"Maybe they will, who knows. But I think they'd still be pigs, you know? They'll just have little jetpacks strapped to their backs or something. Just another tool to help them get by." You said giggling softly, your eyes never leaving chaeyoung's face. The two of them fell into a comfortable silence once more, content to simply exist in each other's company, as smoke swirling around them.

-

"So, how's you and jihyun relationship going ?" Chaeyoung asked casually, her voice slightly slurred from the weed. Passing it to you , as she watched you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.

"I wouldn’t called it a relationship. we just fuck buddies," you replied, taking the last drag , exhaling after. “same thing, just answer the question ." Chaeyoung said rolling her eyes. glancing at Chaeyoung, your eyes narrowing slightly. "Why?"

Chaeyoung smiled reassuringly, waving her hand. "No reason, no reason at all. Just curious, that's all." Her smile faded slightly as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "So... how's the sex?"

"Chae, come on. That's a bit personal, don't you think?" You glanced at Chaeyoung, searching her expression for any signs of judgment.

Chaeyoung shrugged, her lips curling into a small smile. "I'm just curious, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and we've been through everything together. I just want to make sure you're good, that's all. I won't judge. You know that."

You hesitated, glancing away for a moment before looking back at Chaeyoung. "It's... It's alright." Your voice was strained, slightly unconvincing even to your own ears.

“You are lying, y/n. you can't even look me in the eye when I ask you about it. Just admit it, and let it out with me. You can trust me with that, can't you?" Chaeyoung asked, her voice soft but insistent. She leaned in closer, her gaze unwavering as she studied your face.

You couldn’t help but look away, biting your lip as you felt a blush creep up your cheeks . finally meeting Chaeyoung's eyes again. There was something in her gaze that made you feel safe, despite the intimacy of the situation.

"Fine," you whispered. "It's not alright. It's been months since we did it…" your voice trailed off. "I'm so damn horny all the time. Jihyun barely even touches me anymore, and I just... I can't take it." The words came out in a rush, and you felt a weight lift off your chest as you finally admitted it aloud.

"Then let me help you." Chaeyoung's voice was soft, but firm. She moved closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. Her thumb traced circles on your jaw. "Tell me what you want, what you need. You can trust me with that, can you?"

your eyes fluttered closed, tilting into Chaeyoung's touch. "I want..." you swallowed hard, feeling the words caught in your throat. "…you to fuck me ." gasping out the words, your hips pressing against Chaeyoung's hand almost involuntarily.

"I want you to touch me, to make me feel wanted again. Please, Chaeyoung, I can't take it anymore."

Chaeyoung's heart skipped a beat at the words, but she kept her expression neutral, her hand moving to stroke your hair back from your face. "Do you mean like this?" she asked, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in and pressed their lips together.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly deepened as their tongues met, dancing together in a heated exchange. you moaned into the kiss, as your hands tangling in Chaeyoung's hair, and your hips moving rhythmically against Chaeyoung's. Chaeyoung responded eagerly, her free hand slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare back.

Her hands moved down, unbuttoning and pushing aside your pants, revealing a wet and eager sex. "Fuck," she breathed, looking down at your aroused body.

“So wet for me already princess ," Chaeyoung murmured, her voice low and husky as she continued to stroke you through your underwear. She leaned in, taking a kiss at the sensitive spot where your thigh met her hip before moving lower, sucking on the soft skin of your inner thigh.

Chaeyoung smiled against your skin, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh. She slipped her hand back between them, pushing your underwear aside, and finally touching you in the way you have been aching for. Her fingers were cool and wet as they circled your clit, teasing you while her other hand moved up to gently cup your breast through your shirt. She rolled her nipple between her fingers, applying just enough pressure to make you moan loudly.

"That's it," she breathed, her voice rough with desire as she continued to stroke and tease you. "Keep moaning for me." Her free hand moved lower, parting your folds, her fingers sliding easily inside . She thrust her fingers in and out, in time with her circling thumb on your clit, as she watched your hips began to move in response.

"Chaeyoung... please..." you let out, as she increased the pressure , her fingers moving deeper inside of you . "I'm close..."

“Close already?” Chaeyoung teased, her voice laced with desire as she thrust her fingers harder inside of you , her thumb pressing harder against your clit.

“I think you can hold it for me baby”

"Oh, fuck, Chaeyoung ..." you whimpered, feeling the familiar tightness building in your core.

Chaeyoung smiled wickedly, her gaze locked down to you as she continued to stroke and tease you . "You wanted this, so take it princess ." Her fingers thrust deeper inside of you , curling to hit just the right spot, as her thumb circled and pressed harder against you.

You were so close, so close to feeling the release you have been craving all day. And she knew that . "Please, Chae..."

She smiled, her eyes burning with desire as she watched you struggle against the pleasure. "That's it, baby. You’re doing good. Just hold it for me."as she goes up to kiss you.

You couldn’t take it anymore, not with the way her fingers are hitting the right spot. It was all too much for you . "Chaeyoung, please..." you begged. "I can't... I'm going to..."

Chaeyoung smiled, watching you struggle. It’s something that she would love to see again and again . "That's it, princess . Let go. Give it all to me." Her other hand moved up, cupping your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between her fingers.

Your cries echoed through the room, as you met your orgasm. you clung onto chaeyoung as she continued to stroke you , her fingers moving slowly inside of you letting you ride down your orgasm.

Slowly she move up to kiss you . Chaeyoung's other hand moved up, cupping your breast, squeezing gently as she pinched her hardened nipple between her fingers.

“ you think we are done here princess? baby we only just begun.” Chaeyoung said walking to her dresser and pull out a strap . She walked back to you . carefully tying it around her waist, making sure it was just tight enough. She smiled before climbing on top of you . She lowered her hips and positioned herself over you , feeling the warmth from your body .

She line the strap against you as she drags the tip down slowly, teasing you before she finally enters.

You arch your back, letting out a moan as she begins to thrust inside you. Your fingers dig into her hips, feeling the muscles shift and flex beneath your touch. The friction is almost unbearable, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every time she thrusts, it's deeper, harder, like she's trying to consume you completely.

Chaeyoung leans down, her breath hot against your neck. "You're so tight, so perfect. I could do this all night." Her words send a shiver down your spine, and she responds by thrusting harder, faster. Her hips slap against yours, their rhythm growing more intense with each passing moment.

“ am I better than jihyun? Fucking you so hard , giving you what you want” Chaeyoung grunted as she continued to thrust into you , her hips moving faster and faster. the feeling cause you to look away.

“ look at me when I’m talking to you princess, I’m not going to ask you again .” Grabbing your chin, Chaeyoung forces you to meet her gaze. Her eyes narrow, and she gives you a challenging grin.

“ yes mommy, you are better than her. ." Looking back at her, as your fingers dig into Chaeyoung's back, leaving scratches as you arches your body further into each thrust.

“Good girl that’s what I want to hear.” Chaeyoung grunted as she continued to thrust. Her free hand reached down between their bodies, finding your clit, and began to rub circles around it. As your hips bucked up, meeting each thrust as you felt herself getting closer to the edge again. Making you grab Chaeyoung more tightly as her strap went deeper inside of you.

“ look at you . So needy for my strap like the desperate slut you are.” Chaeyoung growls, her hips slamming into you harder and faster. The pleasure coursing through you is almost too much to bear, and you feels the familiar tightening in your stomach, the impending release just seconds away.

Chaeyoung leans down, nipping at your earlobe before whispering, "cum for me, Y/n." The words send a shiver through your already trembling body. Your hips buck wildly against Chaeyoung's thrusts, feeling the strap slide in and out of you with each movement. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming, and you feel yourself on the brink.

As your orgasm builds, Chaeyoung's thrusts become more frenzied, her hips slamming against you in a relentless rhythm. The strap inside you tightens, and you cries out as your body convulses with an intense, shuddering orgasm.

Chaeyoung slows down, her thrusts growing deeper and more deliberate as she feels your body trembling beneath hers. Her free hand cups your cheek, gently stroking her skin as she leans down to kiss you.

Pulling out the strap, Chaeyoung tosses it aside. You lie there, catching your breath, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body as she settles in beside you. She reaches out, tenderly tracing the lines of your face with a finger, as if committing every detail to memory.

“I like you, y/n. call off the friends with benefits with jihyun and be mine.” Chaeyoung whispers, her eyes locked on yours.

"I've liked you for a while now," she admits quietly, "but I wasn't sure if you felt the same. And when I heard about you and jihyun . It made me jealous, knowing that she could have this moment with you "

The air between you feels charged, electric. Your heart races as you stare into those deep brown eyes, trying to read the emotion behind them.

“I like you too chae”you manage to get out.

Chaeyoung's smile widens, and she leans in to kiss you again, more tenderly this time. Her lips are soft and warm against yours, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. As you pull away, you can't help but notice the way the dim light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over her skin, making her look even more beautiful than she already does.

You reach out, tracing a finger along her jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath your touch. " I didn't want to lose you as a friend. So I tried to brush my feelings away by being jihyun fuck buddy" you confess.

"But I think I could handle losing Jihyun if it meant being with you."

Chaeyoung's eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across her face. "You're sweet," she whispers, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, she pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you, and you feel the warmth of her body against yours. You can't help but wonder what the future holds for you now that y’all had both finally admitted y’all feelings for each other.

[iridescentxstars]

dance for me — bangchan

➳ published: 13.12.22 ➳ mafia!au || genre: smut || rated: m  ➳ pairing: mafia!bangchan x dancer!reader (fem) ➳ summary: chan asked you a question that you were hesitant to answer because of your past but you learn that chan simply couldn't care less because all he can think about is you dancing for him ➳ word count: 1.6k ➳ warnings: slight yandere behaviour, like the smallest amount, reader was a stripper ➳ author’s note: so i wrote this for a friend, she sent me an instagram reel which is inspired by a scene in 'sinners condemned' by somme sketcher. all the inspiration credit goes to the author! @the-boy-meets-evil and @sanjoongie this is to make up for making yall cry ➳ banner and divider credit: @hobeemin

[NOW PLAYING: Chase Atlantic - Swim]

Chan's fingers brush your hair out of your face, he didn't think his question would cause you to get so flustered. He could tell that there was something that you've been hiding from him - Chan does his research, he doesn't just fuck around with anyone, he makes sure that they are authentic. No lies, no surprises. He didn't become the king of the city by allowing himself to be fooled by those around him.

He knows everything. He prides himself on it and yet, there is something in your past that he cannot get his hands on - no matter how hard his men have tried.

You chew on your bottom lip, fingers playing with the ring you always wear on your right hand; you've been trying to figure out how to tell him about your past without seeing that look of disgust cross his face.

You're not ashamed, you had to do what you could to get yourself out of the debt that your parents put you in and when you managed to pay off everything and save enough to break ties and make a name for yourself, away from them and the life that you used to lead, you ran. Far. You moved out of the small, backwater, no-hope of a town you grew up in and pursued your dream of living in the big city. You built a life for yourself and loved it but how were you meant to know that Bang Chan, the most powerful man in the city, would grow interested in you?

He's handsome, luxurious and well-mannered. A man that you could only ever dream about, the type you read about in your little books that you'd hide under your bed. The dangerous type, but aren't they all? He could make all of your problems disappear, one way or another, but as rough as he could be - Chan would never lay a finger on you, not without your consent.

Poor girl should have run away but you found yourself tumbling down the rabbit hole, caught up in everything he is and has to offer.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Chan's voice pulls you back to the present, to the question he had asked as you both entered his home. It's the first time you've been there. He's always taken you back to your apartment but tonight is different. He's not letting you run away like you have every other night; a quick peck on the lips with a smile and blushing cheeks before disappearing into the safety of your home. Chan's got you right where he wants you and now that you're here - there's no running away.

"N-nothing," You say, looking up with a smile, "I was just thinking about how delicious dinner was tonight, I really liked that place."

A lie, so obvious, but Chan just nods, humming as he hooks a finger under your chin and makes you look up at him. "Well, I'll make sure to take you there again but I did ask you a question and I expect it to be answered."

"Oh," you murmur quietly, pulling away quickly before the scent of his cologne causes you to crumble once more. You look around the foyer and spot a small loveseat for you to sit down and take your heels off. "What was the question again?"

Chan catches you before you get to sit down, "what did you do before you came to town?"

You look at him, searching his eyes and knowing that he's not going to let this go. What's the worse that could happen? He calls you a gold digger, a whore, degrades you and laughs you outta his house? You've heard it all before but fuck, you like him. As stupid as you are, you like all that he is - even if part of him is dark and deadly - and you don't want him to view you as something you were rather than who you are.

But, if he does then you can always walk away, right?

"A stripper." You say, voice soft, meek and showing that submissive side of yourself that you try to desperately hide.

There's a look in Chan's eyes that suggests that this isn't something he is repulsed by. "You were pretty good at it," this isn't a question, he's finally putting that final piece of your puzzle into place at how you ended up where you are. You've worked for it. It may not have been a job that many view as 'honest' work but then again, neither is what Chan does. "Did you enjoy it?" You're a dance teacher with your own studio while you also work at the mayor's office as his receptionist, of course you enjoyed it but he needs that confirmation. You nod, slowly as if curious as to where he's going with this, "would you give me a lap dance? Show me how good you are."

There's a look in your eyes, a slight change that has a soft rumble sound from his chest. Oh, this is quite the surprise and Chan doesn't typically find himself in situations where he can be surprised.

You take his hand, pull him to the spacious living room and sit him down on the couch with a push to his chest. Chan chuckles at your faux dominance, allowing you the illusion that you hold all the cards, while you set up. A dancer can’t give a good show without accompanying music, right?

You walk towards him seductively and Chan settles into his seat, legs spread, suit jacket unbuttoned and one arm resting over the back of the couch. His eyes are on yours, both hungry as your hand reaches to the zip on the side of your dress, dragging the zipper down slowly as you make your way to stand in front of him and the tight, black dress soon pools to the floor - leaving you in black lace lingerie and heels.

There's a pause. Time feels like it's at a standstill other than the music playing in the background and once it hits the chorus, you move. Your moves are designed to capture his attention, to make him think about nothing but the way you look with your cleavage in his face, neck bare, lips parted and eyes on his. You move in a way that causes his mind to forget where they are, your hips grinding against his lap, stirring the beast inside and causing Chan to think about all the ways your body would feel underneath him, lips parted as you scream his name.

You're dangerous, in your own way. Sweet, innocent and delicate - a flower. A rose. Beautiful and sweet smelling with thorns for those who aren't careful, Chan could almost chuckle if Rose was your stage name because it's rather fitting seeing you like this. Almost.

"Take your bra off," Chan says after a short while, looking up into your eyes as you roll your body against his. Your hands are holding onto his broad shoulders, keeping yourself stable as you dance on him, and Chan's hands are hovering over your hips, knowing that if he was to truly touch you then he's pushing you down onto his hardening cock and making you feel what you're doing to him.

However, that would ruin the fun.

"It'll cost extra," your voice is sweet, melodic, enticing, playing the role perfectly like you never left the strip club. Fuck, the thought that you were this bold with anyone else drives him insane. Maybe he should make sure those who got to see you like this can never see again... shit, what're you doing to him?

Your fingers curl around the hair at the back of Chan's neck before moving through his soft, blonde locks and applying enough pressure to the back of his head so that the man's face is pressed into your cleavage. A low growl sounds from the back of his throat as he nips at the top of your plump breasts, "I'll take it off."

Moving back, you tilt his head up and lean down so your lips are nearly touching his, teasing, inviting him to close the distance. You know that you're playing with fire but you can't help it, high on the atmosphere. "Costs even more," you whisper against his lips.

Oh, you want to play that game?

Chan digs his hand into his pants, pulling out his wallet and without breaking eye contact, he pulls his card out from the leather wallet before tossing it away and shoving the black Amex card into your mouth. Your eyes widen, your game beaten as his fingers dance up your spine to the clasp at the back of your bra, "pin is 3436. Now, take it off." He whispers into your ear as he easily unclasps your bra and you pull your body away from his. You're sitting on his lap, your heat pressed against his cock and if either of you were to look down, you'd see the damp mess that you made, your arousal apparent but Chan's eyes only travel down to your breasts, watching your hands remove the bra and show off your perky breasts with your nipples hard and waiting for his hands, his lips, to tease them.

He's been pretty patient, hasn't he? How can he deny himself the pretty treat you've presented him.

Play time is over now. Chan takes one of your breasts into his mouth as he grabs your ass tightly and stands up, heading to the bedroom. He could fuck you on the couch, he thought of it but he's going to take his time with you, show you everything that he is and why he's better than anyone you've ever had. Chan plans on making you addicted to him as he is with you, obsessed with the way he makes you feel and want him constantly.

Crazy in love, that's what he wants and Chan always gets what he wants.

[moonxbabe]

vinnie hacker smut - birthday present -

hi besties - this was a request, its honestly not that long but hope yall enjoy :)

warning: smut 18+

“We’re about to sing happy birthday and do the cake,” Tana shouted to you as you just took a shot with Vinnie, Ben and a few others. You cringe and quickly shove the lime in your mouth as you look over at Vinnie who took it like a champ. He leaned over wrapping one arm around your waist taking the lime out of your mouth with his teeth and threw it kissing you deeply, you grinned kissing him back. 

“Alright you two,” Tana yelled, grabbing Vinnie, “Lets go birthday boy,” she laughed, pulling him away as he pouted jokingly. You follow him and everyone else outside as they gather around to sing happy birthday to him. You couldn't keep your eyes off of each other causing you both to smile. His mom came behind you hugging you tightly as everyone began singing. You and Maria had a good relationship which made you glad, but you were pretty drunk right now and hoped she didn't notice. 

Minutes later the cake came flying at Vinnies face causing everyone to laugh as you waited for the crowd to calm down so you could make your way to him. 

“Well don't you look yummy,” You giggled, taking some icing off his face with your finger sticking it into your mouth as he watched in awe. 

“I cant wait till we’re alone,” He placed his hand on your hip pulling you in close to whisper in your ear. 

“Me too, I have one hell of a birthday present,” you whispered back, slightly biting your lower lip causing his hand around your hip to tighten. 

“Oh yea?” He swallowed hard at your words as his eyes fell to your lips, he leaned in to kiss you but you placed your hand on his chest holding him back. 

“Not with all that cake all over you,” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lets go get you cleaned up,” you took his hand as he followed into the kitchen area where you found a towel to clean his face up. 

“Can I kiss you now?” He whined playing with the hem of your dress as you giggled nodding. He was such a baby when he was drunk but you loved it. He places both hands on your waist pulling you in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his lips crashing onto yours tasting like tequila and icing. 

Some people whistled and shouted things causing you both to laugh and pull away as you buried your face in Vinnies neck in embarrassment, he hugged you tightly. 

“Vinnie, we’re going to head out, I think your dad is done for the night,” Maria came up to us laughing. 

“Well I'm just glad he had a good time,” Vinnie chuckled, pulling out his phone calling an uber for his parents. You pulled away from him so he could hug his mom goodbye and you did as well. 

“Let me know when you two get to the Airbnb,” He nodded at her as she walked off. 

“Should we call it a night too?” Vinnie turned to you searching your eyes for an answer. You nodded, taking his hand as the both of you walked around saying bye and thank you to a few people before hopping in an Uber back to the Hype house. 

The ride was quiet and tense as Vinnies hand rested on your thigh grazing it softly with his thumb. You pressed your thighs together at the feeling that crept at your core causing him to slightly smirk. 

“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” He leaned in to whisper against your ear in a husky tone, giving you chills down your spine, you attempted to hold back a moan, squeezing your legs even tighter. 

The uber finally pulled up to the house letting you both out as Vinnie quickly grabbed your hand walking inside with you slamming the door. The house was quiet and empty since everyone was still at the party. Vinnie shoved you pressing your back to the door as one hand grabbed your throat and the other gripped your hip as his lips attacked you in a deep kiss. 

You moaned softly kissing him back as your hands gripped his shirt pulling him even closer. Your tongue slid at his bottom lip slowly entering the kiss as it met his, causing him to groan softly. The kiss was hot and heavy before he began to kiss down your jawline and onto your neck all over. 

“Vin,” you said breathlessly into his ear as he sucked at your neck “We can't do this here,” your hand dove into his curls gripping it slightly as his hand around your throat slid down to massage your left breast through your dress softly causing you to let out a groan. He nodded a bit before bending down to pick you up from behind your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs and down to his bedroom as you held onto him tightly. 

He entered the door swinging the door closed behind and walking over to throw you on the bed. You laughed softly as your body hit the bed, he smiled leaning down to hover over you as you held yourself up with your elbows.

“Wait,” you said quietly as he got ready to kiss you once again, he looked at you curiously. 

“My present, remember?” You looked up at him deviously and smiled, “Give me your phone,” You extend your hand waiting. He cocked his head to the side confused as he pulled out his cellphone from his back pocket placing it in your hand. You opened up his camera app and set it to video, handing it back to him as his eyes looked at the phone and then met yours. 

“Are you serious?” He bit his lower lip studying your eyes. “I thought you said we’d never,”

“Happy birthday baby,” you smiled at him leaning up to kiss him as he kissed you back deeply “I trust you,” you said softly against his lips. 

“I’m so in love with you right now,” He groaned softly against your lips and pulled away, going to set the phone at a good angle of the bed. “The amount of times I'm going to re-watch this,” He chuckled as you got up to stand at the edge of the bed waiting for him. 

“Perfect,” He said quietly before looking up at you, seeing you standing there waiting for him with your hands crossed behind your back. He smirked and ran his thumb across his lower lip checking you out. 

“What?” You smiled at him as he slowly made his way to you. 

“You’re just so damn sexy,” He stood in front of you as one hand slid into your hair pulling you in for a rough kiss. “All mine,” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again and you nodded, kissing him back as your hands rested on his chest. Both his hands swiftly moved to the straps of your dress as he pulled them off letting it slip off your body to the ground leaving you in your black lace thong. He pulled away to eye your body as he grew harder by the second. 

“I’m obsessed with you,” He growled in a husky tone as he attacked your lips once again wrapping his arms around you inching you back closer to the bed. You reached for his shirt to pull it off breaking the kiss for a brief moment before sliding your tongue into it. You hit the bed laying down on it as Vinnie hovered over you kissing from your lips down your neck trailing down your stomach to the top of your underwear. You watch him as your teeth sink into your lower lip in anticipation. 

He pulls your thighs even more apart as he kisses the inner part of each one causing you to moan softly. Your hand sinks into his curls pulling his head forward waiting. 

“Patience baby,” He whispered against your thigh, giving you goosebumps all over, you groaned softly feeling yourself grow even more wet, you were sure it was visible through your underwear. 

He kissed back up to your stomach before taking the edge of your thong with his teeth and pulling it off. You watched him as he then lifted both your thighs to his shoulders and kissed up your left one reaching your heat. 

“Vin,” you whined as your hand gripped his hair pushing him forward again as he chuckled softly at your impatience. His tongue darted in and slid up and down your pussy causing you to moan as you automatically arch your back off the bed at the feeling. 

“Oh my,” you say breathless as your hand grips his hair tighter. His tongue tastes you all over before stopping at your clit massaging it with his tongue, slowly sucking at it for a few seconds before going back down to thrust it in and out. Your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feeling as he holds your thighs down. 

“Right there,” you moan as your free hand grips the bed sheets. His tongue trails up back to your clit sucking at it and flicking it as he moves one hand to insert two fingers into you thrusting them in a steady pace. 

“Faster Vin,” you whine as he obeys thrusting his fingers harder and faster into you as his tongue works on your clit. You could feel the knot in your stomach form as your toes curled at the pleasure. He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers as he curled them in an attempt to find your g-spot. 

“Vinnie,” you scream loudly trying to push his head away at the overwhelming pleasure as he hits it over and over. He grips you even tighter and doesnt stop until your climax takes over and you spill into his mouth. He licks you up pulling his fingers away as you ride out your high.

“Good girl,” He kisses your inner thigh again before hovering over you once more and kisses your lips deeply, you kiss him back wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. 

“Your turn,” you pull away to whisper against his lips, giving him a smirk as you slightly push him up off you. He bites his lower lip and stands at the edge of the bed as you get on your knees in front of him reaching up to pull his shorts off along with his boxers letting his rock hard dick spring out hitting his upper stomach. He lets out a soft groan at the feeling as you lick your lips ready to take him. He sits at the edge of the bed and watches you get closer in between his thighs. 

You take him in your hand and slowly begin to stroke him before leaning in and letting your tongue lick his pre-cum. 

“Fuck,” He says lowly and groans at the feeling not tearing his eyes away from you as you lock eyes with his before slowly taking him into your mouth. He bites his lower lip and lets out a moan as your mouth begins to bob up and down his length and your hand strokes the remaining. 

“Show me what that mouth can do baby,” his hand enters your hair stroking at it as you let your tongue slide all over his length before attempting to take more of him in causing him to groan. 

“Such a slut for this dick huh,” He growls as his hand grips tight into your hair pushing you a bit further down as he hits the back of your throat. You slightly gag but keep going, adjusting as your hand continues to stroke. 

“My good little whore,” He moans as he can feel himself deep in your throat. You begin to hum sending vibrations through his length causing him to twitch in your mouth. You give his tip some extra attention before taking him whole back into your mouth.

“Baby Im about to--” His knees buck up as his grip tightens on your hair, he groans loudly holding your head down on his length as he cums deep into your throat. He lets you go slowly riding out his high as you swallow his load, licking your lips. 

Vinnie reaches his hand to grip your throat pulling you in as he attacks your lips. You moan softly into the kiss as he pulls away. 

“I need to be deep inside you already or I’m going to lose it,” He growls against your lips, lifting you up and throwing you back on the bed before glancing back at the camera to make sure the angle is good. You bite your lower lip waiting as you press your thighs together in anticipation. He kicks off his shoes and shorts before grabbing your legs and shoving them apart, pushing your thighs against your chest giving him all the access he needs. 

He grabs his dick and rubs it teasingly against you causing you to whine before thrusting it hard into you causing him to groan. 

“Fuck, Vin” you moan loudly feeling him deep in your stomach as he thrusts in and out of you at a hard and fast pace pushing your thighs further up. 

“Holy shit, you feel so good,” He bites his lower lip fucking into you as he watches your breasts bounce with each thrust. He moves one hand around your throat once again leaning down to meet your lips kissing you roughly as you grab the back of his head kissing him back. He sucks at your bottom lip softly before pulling it and letting it go. 

“Open,” He uses his free hand to run his thumb across your lower lip before shoving it into your mouth, parting it. He locks eyes with yours as he spits into your mouth and watches you swallow. 

“Good fucking girl,” He groans moving his hand down to your clit rubbing it in slow circles as his thrusts don't stop. 

“Yes, right there” you moan as your mouth falls open at the feeling letting your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Show them how good you fuck me, Vin” After a few seconds you feel him pull out and flip you over so you lay on your stomach, he pulls your hips up giving your ass a hard smack before slamming back into you from behind causing your back to arch at the feeling. 

“I'm so close baby,” He gripped your hips hard as he fucked faster into you before moving one hand around your throat from the front and the other gripping your hair. Your back pressed to his chest now as you felt the tight knot form in your stomach. 

“D-Don't stop,” you whined pushing yourself to meet his hips taking him in deeper. You could feel his dick begin to stiffen and twitch inside of you.

“Cum for daddy baby,” He growls into your ear breathless as he moves his hand out of your hair and in front of you to rub your clit once more causing you to lose it. You moan loudly as your climax takes over gripping onto him from behind you as he thrusts in a few more times and stills cumming deep inside you as you both collapse on the bed. 

“Fuck,” He slowly pulls out of you getting up to grab a towel as you lay there trying to come down from your high. He cleans you up before leaning over to kiss your forehead softly causing you to smile before he walks over to the phone to stop recording. 

“Think we gave them a good show?” you laugh softly before slowly getting up to use the bathroom, limping over there, your legs feeling like jell-o.

“By the way you're walking, I think so,” He chuckles, laying on the bed waiting for you. 

“Fuck off,” you limp back out and make your way to the bed crawling on it as he pulls you on top of his chest covering you both with the covers. You cuddle on him and lay your head on his chest as you kiss it softly and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Best present ever,” He kisses the top of your head as you smile. 

“Let's watch it later?” You look up at him as he grins back at you.

“If we watch it you better be prepared for another round,” He chuckles softly.

“I can take it,” you smirk at him and kiss his lips softly. 

“Oh I know you can and you will,” He kisses you again “Hope you’re prepared to not walk for a few days,”

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feedback always appreciated <3

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright - Part Twelve

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN:  To the nonnie who suggested a line, it’ll be in part 13 :) I THINK YOU GUYS WILL LIKE THIS CHAPTER! i’ve stopped being rude to our poor loki ;) More to come this week yall. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: angst, language, SMUT (18+ ONLY)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART TWELVE

“I’ve had it,” you said, pushing away your dinner. 

“Yeah, me too,” Bruce sighed, eating the last fry and leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “I don’t get it. Why give this big ass meal if no one has ever finished it?”

“It’s not called the Impossible Plate for nothing, Bruce,” you mumbled, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Still,” he mumbled, yawning. “I’ll have to sleep for days to digest this.”

You laughed, watching your brother, who’d grown a white hair or two in the last years, bend over an eating contest you’d both known you’d never be able to finish. 

But at least you were spending time with Bruce, not wallowing around in your apartment, waiting for the sun to set, for a certain someone to climb out of the shadows. 

“So,” Bruce said, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Did you and Nat find any cute boys the other night?”

You rolled your eyes, panic rising in your throat because no, both of you had returned home beau-less, but you’d recently found someone else. And you were not about to let Bruce know. Not now. Not ever. 

But truth is, you hadn’t seen Loki since the night he came back, and your tummy was a turmoil of panic and butterflies. Had he left once again? What was he doing? Where? With who?

You gulped down the terror rising in your throat as you smiled tightly at Bruce. “No, well, you know how it is,” you said awkwardly. “They all wanna talk to Nat so I kind of awkwardly step to the side.”

Bruce nodded. “Well, Nat is a very beautiful woman,” he sighed.

“Ew, Bruce stop.”

“But some men like women like you too.”

“What, ugly?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, stop it,” your brother grumbled. “Half the men in here swiveled their necks when you walked in.”

You wanted to hide in your hands. 

But then Bruce’s face changed and you knew what was coming. He always did this. Always. As if he just had to make sure you were miserable, just for the sake of the planet’s safety.

“I need to tell you something,” Bruce said with a frown. God, you hoped he was fine. But something in the lines of his face made worry climb in your belly. “There’s news from... from Asgard.”

It was as if that word was poison to you. “Loki,” you mumbled, throat raw.

“Thor delivered some news yesterday,” your brother continued, toying with his fingers, a nervous habit of his. “Loki... Loki died.”

You frowned, your head snapping up to meet Bruce’s warm brown gaze. “Dead?” you asked.

That was impossible. Just two days ago, he’d been standing in your apartment. He’d been... You gulped.

Bruce put his elbows on the table, initiating his Big Brother Stance. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I know it must be terrible news for you.”

You dipped your chin, searching your last moments with Loki, trying to decipher if he’d given you a hint. This made no sense. How could Loki, the God of Mischief, be dead?

“How?” you asked. 

Bruce sighed. “Thor broke him out of prison to help him cure Jane of the Aether, and well, Loki was killed in a battle.”

You were frowning so hard it hurt. 

“I am so sorry, little sis,” Bruce murmured, reaching across the table to touch your hand. You immediately jerked it away, regretting the harsh movement as you saw hurt crossing your brother’s features, but not caring at the same time. How could he be dead?

You stood, the chair scraping on the wooden floor. You grabbed your bag, heart pounding, breath roaring in your ears.

“Y/N,” Bruce said, eyeing you with worry creasing his face. 

“I’m gonna go,” you mumbled, not bothering with the bill or politeness or the fact that you were running out of a restaurant. 

The street sounds were a blur to you as you all but ran out, bumping into people, muttering excuses. You walked by habit, heart a sore muscle, thoughts jumbling. How could Loki be dead in two days? Had Thor delivered the news a few days ago? Or today?

You were vaguely aware of your phone buzzing in your pocket, but all you could concentrate on was Loki’s presence. He’d been in and out of your apartment for weeks, repairing this or that, and it was only two days ago that he’d been in your apartment, kissing you. 

He just couldn’t be dead. 

It was late evening as you rushed up the stairs of your apartment complex, blood roaring in your ears, breath panting as you burst through the door. You didn’t bother locking it. Rushing to the curtains, you ripped them closed, ushering in more darkness. He only seemed to come to you in the dark. 

Standing there like an idiot, panting, silence filling your ears, you called out to him. At first, it was weak. A raw attempt to conjure him as if he was a ghost. But then the anger got to you, sweeping in hot against the inside of your rib cage, and you balled your fingers into fists. 

“Loki, fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks warm.

The shadow behind you spoke. “Love hearing my name like that.”

You whirled, watching him melt from the shadows as if he’d been there all along. Black long sleeve cotton sweater, black trousers, boots to match. His hair had been cut since the last time you’d seen him. The long strands now short just below his ears, pushed back unevenly. 

He glowed, looking healthier, more like himself than when he’d been begging you never to let him go. 

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he said, pouting his lower lip. As he moved across the living room floor to stand before you, he put a hand to his heart. “Wounds me.”

“Are you really here?” you asked, resisting the urge to slap him for his arrogance.

“Why don’t you come and find out, beloved?” He opened his arms wide, a smirk tugging at the treacherous corners of that delicious mouth. 

You walked right up to him and clocked him in the jaw. His head snapped back, smirk wiping off his face, arms falling to his sides. When he looked back at you, standing close and seething, his left brow rose slowly. “I do not believe I’ve ever deserved such treatment.”

“Thor’s been saying you’re dead,” you accused, looking up at him from under your brows. 

The smirk slowly came back. “I may have helped spread that rumor,” he admitted, reaching out the touch the lapel of your coat. You inched back, but he snapped his hand closed and pulled you closer. “You must understand, Y/N, that this little lie I’ve shaped up allows us to be together.” He dipped his chin, eyes boring into yours. 

He was so close that you could feel the heat of him through your clothes. He’d been so cold the other night.

He licked his lips, inching slightly towards your mouth. “When you’re a powerful God and sorcerer like me, faking your death is like breathing. Easy.”

Your eyes widened, but the hurt you’d felt in your heart seemed to evaporate. If he’d faked his death, that meant he was really here. Unburdened. No one even knew he lived and breathed. 

His hands went into your coat, swiftly sliding it off your shoulders. You watched him, memorized the lines of his face. 

“It’s just you and me now,” he murmured, your coat hitting the floor with a deafening thud. “We can go wherever we please.”

His hands found home on your hips, burying his face in your neck and inhaling, the scent of him invading your senses. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, flush, like two puzzle pieces. He was warm, oh so warm. He smelled like wood fire and something unique to him that made your body feel... safe. 

“Say something, baby,” he mumbled against the flesh of your neck, sending shivers gliding down your back. His warm, big hands slid against your waist until he held your ribcage. Surely, he could feel just how hard your heart was beating. 

“I thought you were dead,” you murmured. 

You felt him chuckle against you as he straightened, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I can show you how very much alive I am,” he whispered, his voice thick. 

You gulped. Something in you fizzled, dripping thick, honeyed want into your belly. 

But Loki cocked his head. “I could take you here,” he said, eyes faraway, as if he was talking to himself. “I could... Gods, stop looking at me like that.”

He brought his mouth to yours, kissing you so fiercely that you forgot his whole “pretending to be dead” thing. The way his mouth molded to yours stole the breath from your lungs, driving you mad with the need of him. He was so soft, yet so rough, a restraint in him only felt as you grabbed onto his taunt shoulders. He was keeping himself controlled. 

You wondered what it would be like if he didn’t. 

He said your name through kisses, pushing onto you until the backs of your knees found the edge of the couch. “I’ve been starved for two years,” he mumbled, biting onto your lower lip. “Bled out.” Another breathtaking kiss. “All I wanted was you.”

You briefly remembered the way he’d looked that first time you saw him: disgusted, and how ironic was that now. He was bound to you so fiercely you felt it in your bones, and he was on his knees, wanting you more than anything. More than his own life. 

“Loki,” you murmured, breathing him in, kissing him back with as much heat as you could muster. You took ahold of his shirt with courage that seemed to pour in the more he ravaged you with his mouth. Pulling him back, you brought him down onto the couch, straddling him with ease. It really was like fitting two puzzle pieces. 

He huffed, his eyes searching your face with a look you could only chalk up to awe. His hands delicately treaded along your waist, skimming your hips as you lowered yourself flush against him. You could feel him through his pants, warm and hard, and the thought that just the sight of you got Loki so aroused made you bite your lip. 

He looked up at you, caressing your ribcage. “I could have you like this,” he whispered, his other hand skimming your belly and up, until he toyed with your nipple through your shirt. “I would have you how ever you want, Y/N,” he said, reaching for your mouth.

You dipped your fingers into his hair, grasping, bringing you against him until instinct took over and you rolled your hips, feeling his teeth nip you through the kiss. A low rumble came from him, his hand grasping your hip. “Careful, love,” he warned, nipping at your neck, your hands gripping the strands of dark hair. “Or I’ll be in a hurry.”

You smiled. Genuinely smiled. It was the first time in what felt like ages that the stretch of your lips felt real. You’d been living a lie for two years and now, straddling this dark prince of Gods, you knew this is where you belonged.

He brought his mouth back to yours. “Runaway with me,” he said, splaying both hands down the length of your back. “Please.”

You closed your eyes, kissing his jaw, down his neck, rolling your hips until you knew just how much of him you’d be dealing with. That low rumble came back, his hand snapping out and gripping your neck. With a hiss, he brought you back until you could meet his eyes. 

You gulped, but you couldn’t help the knot of arousal coiling in your belly. “Don’t play with me,” he warned, eyes dark in the dimly lit room. 

The left corner of your mouth tugged up and you barely saw him move. You knew he had superhuman strength and speed, but you’d never seen him use it before. And now, one moment you were straddling him, the next you were on the floor, Loki poised menacingly between your legs. 

When you looked up, panting, the pressure of Loki’s hand around your throat, his eyes were hooded. 

“Touch me,” he said. 

You felt the heat pouring into your face, but the hand around your neck eased until it grasped onto yours, guiding it to Loki’s arousal. He was so warm, so hard as you pressed your hand against him, eliciting a low groan from him. 

You watched him as his head bent slightly, eyes shutting, grasping him through his pants. He seemed to tremble, both hands in fists either side of your head. And then he let out a low groan, his mouth brushing yours. 

“The things you fucking do to me, love,” he whispered against your mouth before kissing you so hard you saw stars. 

He grabbed onto both sides of your jeans and tugged, making you lose touch with him and sliding softly on the floor. He smiled, kissing your neck down to the swell of your breast until he was face to face with the apex between your legs. He tugged again when you slowly rose your hips from the ground, watching him, seeing the way his eyes drank you in like a drug. 

Your jeans hit the ground and you instinctively closed your legs, but Loki’s long fingers on your knees pushed them apart as he settled there, his mouth finding home on the flesh of your neck. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he mumbled, fingers playing along the inside of your thigh, “but you can stop me if you want.”

Something akin to awe swelled in your chest and you grabbed onto his face, bringing his mouth back onto yours. He grunted, moving until your left leg was wide open for him. 

His fingers delicately pushed your panties aside, his mouth nipping at yours. You trembled, not because it was cold, and he sensed the way your bones seemed to flutter. “I got you, baby,” he whispered, two long, warm fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, tentative circles that made you arch your back. 

Loki dipped his chin, grasping a nipple in his mouth through your shirt. You’d stopped wearing bras since the last time you’d seen him.

A whimper left you as Loki continued his ministrations, the pressure just right, the circles so languid. You lost yourself to the rhythm, rolling your hips into his hand, his mouth kissing up your neck and leaving a trail purely his. 

“Yeah?” he whispered in your ear, the pressure on his fingers increasing and you mewled, grasping his hair. “That’s a good girl, huh.” You flushed, lost in the storm of his words and the way his hand felt so fucking good. 

The pressure on your nub left momentarily, replaced by a long finger easing into you. Loki let out a low groan. “Gods, you’re so soft and wet.” His voice was like pure sin as his thumb found your nub and he gently rubbed, finding the perfect rhythm for you.

You arched your back as his finger found that soft spot in you, a cry passing through clenched teeth. 

“That feel good, love?” he muttered against your neck, kissing and biting. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you moaned, the combined pleasure of his thumb and finger in and on you making you a complete puddle. 

He chuckled, something dark seeping from him, as he slowly started to lower himself until he was face to face with you. A blush crept up your face and he watched what he was doing to you. 

“So pretty,” he mumbled, and you saw him lower his mouth until his tongue made a bold swipe, replacing his thumb, and you all but cried out, chest arching off the floor. “That’s more like it,” his breathed against you.

And then he all but made you toss yourself off the edge. His tongue was a gift sent from the Gods, and the more he sucked and swirled your clit, his finger easing in and out of you, the closer you got to a real precipice. 

There was a knot in your belly, and whenever Loki’s tongue pressed ever so slightly against your core, you swore you almost broke. 

“Loki, I’m... oh God.” You reached down to grasp his hair. 

His pace seemed to quicken ever the slightest, his tongue working wonders against your clit until your insides felt like lead and that knot threatened to erupt. When he added another finger, so easily, you gasped, a broken moan clenched in your mouth, as the edge came and you toppled, Loki’s name on your tongue.

You were vaguely aware of Loki as he kissed the inside of your thigh, wiping his mouth onto your flesh. You were a puddle, breathing erratic as he loomed over you. 

“Runaway with me, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your neck, your jaw, claiming your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself. “Come on,” he murmured, hands skimming your ribcage. “I could have you cumming for me like this every day.”

The thought made you smile. 

He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, tugging until you could sit up and meet his gaze. 

“I’m begging you,” he continued, his voice so low, so thick as he kissed your hairline. 

You breathed in. “Okay.”

AAAAHHHHHH = me writing smut always. PART THIRTEEN ALREADY IN THE WORKS!!!

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[gunpowderdtim]

Talk to me about narratomancy? Just whatever you want to talk about it I'm deathly interested

!!!! Today today i had so many Thoughts. To many. It almost rivals March 2020 thoughts

So

My current running names for the four pillars of Narratomancy are as follows:

Universal Story

Narrative Role Filling/Casting Call

Story Echoes

Narrative Flow/Narrative Imperative

Each of these refer to VERY different things within the concept of Narratomancy. I will do my best to describe them. I have coined every term here but narratomancy, to which I believe the honor falls to @lucky-sevens

Keep in mind this is 50% theory, 20% headcanon, 30% canon, and that you do not have to agree with me.

Universal Story

Universal Story refers to the story of the universe, not stories in the universe, the story of the universe. In other words, the story of ‘Dr. Carmilla & The Mechanisms’

This section of Narratomancy is a tad more meta than the others, as it does in some form rely on real-world events to define it, as well as having little to no in story inpact on anything. Maki created the mechanisms universe, clear and simple. She founded the band, and hashed out the earliest lore. Dr. Carmilla is the main character of the universe, not of all the stories, but of the universe. Essentially, Universal Story refers to the fact that Doc C is the main character of the universe, and that the mechanisms are her side characters, in the story of the universe. I have taken to viewing it as doc carmilla stuff is the story of the universe, and the mechanisms is a spin off of that. Both are just as canon, but not specifically canon to eachother. Regardless, the universes story is Carmilla, from starting on Terra, to Aurora, through Loreli, into creating The Mechansims, all of that. All of that is the story of The Universe. The Mechanisms backstories are included in this, of course, because they are part of Carmilla's tale, not the other way around. Through this, I conclude that The Mechanisms are a spin off, focusing on the mechs rather than Carmilla. After all, The Mechansisms are a vessel for telling stories, for fleshing out the universe.

Narrative Role Filling/Casting Call

This refers to the mechs penchant for falling into narrative roles similar to troupes that they represent, or basically acting as a crutch for a story to continue. In OUATIS, Jonny acts as The Prince figure in sleeping beauty. He saves Briar. In being The Prince, he allows Snow's forces to attack cole, and win the war. Without that whole escapade, its likely the war would have stretched on years longer, and not have ended as it did.

Or, Ashes as Hades. What do mythological Hades and Ashes have in common? Hades was eaten by his father, Kronos, because there was a prophesy that told Kronos that his children would usurp him as king of the titans. Ashes figured out Mickey was the snitch, Mickey realized beforehand and lead Ashes into a trap. Killing them because he knew that they could ruin him. Basically, a parental figure betrays the child figure due to them knowing the child could ruin/destroy their position of power. As well as, if Ashes were not Hades, the Suits would not have met, and because of that the story of Ulysses Dies At Dawn would not have happened.

Continuing, while I am not nearly as much of an Arthurian legend person as I am a greek mythology person, some quick google searches revealed a similar similarity between Merlin and Brian. Basically, Merlin and the lady of the lake. She was basically his apprentice/a lady he was in love with? She basically betrayed and killed him after learning all out magic from him. Brian brought a priest back to life, only to have the priest betray and kill him. The tying together point here is clearly the "someone you helped betrays and kills you." That or, the fact they are both magical. Beyond this, If Brian were not on Fort Galfridian, Galahad would never have sought out the grail, and the entire plot would not have occurred.

In The Bifrost Incident, the Mechanisms do not take narrative roles in the way they did in prior albums. But this does not exclude them from being vital points in the story, after all, if Ivy were not present Lyf would not have been able to recover the data on the Black Box)

In all of these situations, (barring Jonny as The Prince) the Mechanisms have had some sort of connection point in the Roles they assume, as well as in their roles, changing the story so that it can continue to the ending presented in the albums.

Story Echoes

Story echoes are, to be blatant, simply canon. No argument, no theorizing, just canon. Refers to the fact that in the mechanism's universe stories 'echo' or basically repeat. In Kofi's fiction for HNOC, its shown rather blatantly that there are more Arthurs in this universe than just the one in hnoc.

In those burning instants, he’d feel the weight of it all, and know it was true. The golden age that never came; the city that stood at the dawn of a world instead of in its dying embers. And beyond – to a myriad of Camelots and a thousand thousand Arthurs, unfathomable worlds apart, each different, each fighting the same hopeless battle.

I know there are other examples of this, but they do escape me right now.

Lastly,

Narrative Flow/Narrative Imperative

This one is also directly canon. On the mechanisms blog, this post defines it rather well.

In the ask, the asker asks "...Do you heal injuries at an abnormal rate, or can you not be injured?"

In the reply, it is stated.

It depends on the narrative imperative - sometimes a Mechanism might die for a while, and only come back later when it becomes more fun, other times they’ll just heal/ignore wounds as they take them. It’s not something they can control, but tends to follow a rough logic of whatever works best for the story.

This is just canon, no arguing or stating otherwise. A mechanisms ability to heal depends entirely on what's best for the story.

Other examples in canon where this comes into play would be as follows:

GPTVTMK. In gptvtmk, Jonny's severed head is there. Is talks. It moves. In one of the fictions, it's stated Jonny cannot separate his heart from his body. Therefore, these are contradictory. Under normal circumstances, this would be a plothole. It is not here. Under narratomancy, Jonny was capable of being a severed head due to the fact that that would be best for the story.

OUATIS. Jonny walks through rounds and rounds of bullets.

HNOC. This example is a bit different from the rest, as it is not about a Mechanism. Galahad does something pretty fucking impossible.

And so Galahad stood and walked into the corridor. The guns trained on the preacher and opened fire. 

Say what you want about faith, but it can have powerful effects on those that have it. It can keep you from faltering as the bullets start to slam into you. It can keep you walking as your legs are shot to bloody stumps. It can keep you laughing as your lungs are filled with shrapnel and lead. It can keep you smiling as half your face is blown away. It can keep a man like Galahad standing tall until the guns clicked dry.

It is my belief that this is another example of narrative imperative. Under normal rules, Galahad could never have done this. But his faith, his beleif, kept him going. And that was good for the story.

So. That wraps up my narratomancy ramble for today. hope yall enjoyed.

*EDIT: Nastya does say it's nanobots. My opinion is: it's both. The nanobots are narrative driven <3

[mxchellesworld]

Pretty Ricky

Spencer Reid x Poc!Reader

Synopsis; Giving Spencer a lesson in r&b goes better than expected

Warnings; smut, oral (female receiving), face sitting

part two of You know biggie

I added links for all the songs as their titles pop up:)

a/n; a few of yall asked for a part 2 so here it is! idk why this sudden wave of motivation to write is hitting me but i am not complaining lmao as always hope you enjoy!

***

It was 6pm when Spencer called you saying he was on the way. You had woken up slightly hung over from the party at Rossi’s the night before. When he offered to bring Chinese take out you had to hold in a moan at how good the greasy food sounded. 

You reached deep in your closet and pulled out the old cd’s you collected from your younger years. Along with pulling out your bluetooth speaker you were ready to blow his mind with the magic that was r&b. 

By the time the evening rolled around you were laying on the couch with old flannel pants you turned into shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Your curls sprawled around your head as you rested on one of your decorative pillows. 

The three knocks on the door made you perk up. “COMING,” you yelled as you pulled yourself up. Opening the door you were met with Spencer holding a large brown paper bag in one hand and a bottle of sparkling cider on the other. 

You took in the sight of him in something other than the suits he wears for work everyday. The t-shirt he had on was a salmon color and he wore jeans. Jeans! But of course on top he had on a cardigan. They were like a second skin to him. 

His speaking brought you out of your stupor, “Can I come in? This bag is getting heavy.” 

“Oh yeah of course,” you let out a giggle, “You think a bag of take out is heavy? That gun must weigh you down big time.”

“How many time have I saved your butt out there,” he questioned looking through your kitchen drawers for a bottle opener. 

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair bumping your hip with his as you opened the correct drawer then finally pulling out the opener, “You think about my butt often Spence?”

You could see the blush on his face as he took the bottle opener out of your hands. Opening your cabinets you reached up to pull out some plates and set them over on your table. 

“Alright Spence, we’ll guide you in easily,” you said walking over to your speaker, “now you know you’re my favorite white boy but let me put you on to Justin Timberlake.” 

“Favorite white boy,” he said with a look of confusion. 

“Yeah you know, unproblematic, definitely invited to the cookout, and most definitely romances all the ladies,” you shot him a wink from across the living room just as Summer Love came on.

“I’ve never been to a cookout,” he said with a small pout on his lips. 

“We’ll just have to fix that then,” you said serving yourself chow mein. 

As the music played on little eating was done on your part. Spencer watched you in awe as you gave small backgrounds on the artists. It was entrancing to see you in all your natural glory teaching him about something he wasn’t too well versed in. His absolute favorite was you using the fork as microphone to serenade him like you did in the car. However something about this time was a but more intimate. 

Poison came on and you lit up like a Christmas tree. Naturally you pulled Spencer into your living room to dance with you. 

“Cmon Spence show me your moves. How do you get down in the club,” you said adding a sway to your hips. 

“Y/n I don’t really dance,” he said watching as you grabbed his hands to try and get him into the rhythm. 

“Please Spencerrr, humor me,” you said with a pout that spread into a smile across your face. 

Suddenly the lyrics ‘never trust a big butt and a smile’ made so much more sense in his head. 

Never being one to disappoint he let his noodle like limbs move to what he thought was the beat. It was a little off but you were enjoying it nonetheless. 

“Yeah get it Pretty Ricky,” you cheered him on as laughs bubbled through each of your lips. 

You gasped, “That’s it! Do you know that there is a group with your nickname?”

“Oh there is?”

You hummed as Grind on Me flowed out of the speakers. With a sudden gain of confidence you backed Spencer up until the back of his legs hit the couch. He yelped as his bottom hit the couch and you straddled his lap. 

“Is this ok baby,” you asked leaning in so your lips were inches apart. He eagerly nodded. Leaning back his hands protectively wrapped around your waist to keep you from going too far. 

He was mesmerized as you grinded up against his growing bulge and continued to the sing provocative lyrics right against his lips. If he had died this was what his heaven was. 

The way the sunset flowing in through the windows did wonders for your naturally glowing skin. It illuminated your brown orbs on a whole other level.

He had enough of the teasing and put both hands on the sides of your face to pull you in for a heated kiss. You let out gasps at the roughness of his peppermint lips and the friction from under you. 

His hands slipped down around to cup your ass and gave it a squeeze. Ok white boy got moves, you thought. You let your lips drift down to his long neck leaving marks until you found the sweet spot under his ear. 

Both of you were too occupied to notice the song switch to Neighbors Know my Name. Fitting. 

Spencer mumbling something caught your attention, “Sit on my face.” 

You looked into his eyes searching for signs he was joking but the only thing visible were his lust blown pupils. You were taking too long for his liking so he tapped on your thigh for you to get up so he could lay back on the couch. 

You quickly scrambled to push off your bottoms and moved to get back on his lap, slowly moving up his chest in case he was ready to back out. 

However Spencer was more than ready to have you up above him like the goddess you were. His hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled you up to his awaiting mouth.

You yelped as he quickly attached his lips to your clit, taking it in this mouth and sucking on it like his life depended on it. 

“Fuck Spencer,” you whined and let your hand fall to loose curls. 

He let out a groan into your heat as you tugged on his hair. He was eating you up like a man deprived of water his whole life. You bucked you lips in motion with his mouth trying to chase your quickly approaching orgasm. 

“Oh god I’m gonna cum,” you mewled

One of his hands moved up to rub little circles on your aching bud as his tongue thrusted into your dripping pussy. That was your undoing. You came with a scream of his name as you rode out your orgasm. 

You quickly scooted back to straddle his hips and you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. The taste of your release on his tongue made you moan. 

You reached down and started palming the prominent tent in his jeans, “Let’s take care of this huh baby?”

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 2]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes;  oral(male receiving), dirty talk, wonwoo having a size kink 😩🥴 💕 y’all!! thank you so much for all the love on my fratboy!wonwoo au im literally------- so !!!! I love yall so much you don't even know 😩😩😩

chapters; 1 - 2 - x - x - x

When Minghao asks you to accompany him to the library on a Wednesday morning, you contemplate pretending you slept through that message if it meant not having to see Wonwoo again. You hadn’t been back since then, scrambling to collect all your things from your study table as you promptly left and didn’t look back. 

There was a part of you that still couldn’t believe everything that had happened and even questioned if it really happened. But there was also a part of you that craved more and wanted to see him again despite being unsure.

Minghao texts you a few more times, knowing that you’re free on Wednesdays and almost never sleep in.

You finally give in after the 7th attempt, muttering under your breath as you toss on some clothes, texting Minghao you’ll meet him at the campus coffee shop in 20 minutes.

“I thought you’d never show up, slowpoke.”

You give Minghao a side hug, adjusting the big shirt and shorts you decided to throw on. “Yeah, well I made it, didn’t I? It’s not like I don’t love seeing your face, but why exactly did you ask me to come anyway?” The male shrugs, already walking towards the direction of the library. “Mingyu managed to snag a retake on that exam he failed last time so he couldn’t make it and I just like company and a second opinion when I work sometimes.” The two of you fall into idle chatter; laughing about Mingyu’s horrendous luck when it came to being on time for his classes.

“I mean, I told him beer pong on a school night wasn’t the brightest idea, but you know him, hates to lose against Jihoon.”

“How do you do it? Like, how do you exist around these dudes and not lose your shit?”

“Dunno, maybe it’s the free booze when I do want it. And let’s be real, the notoriety ain’t so bad either.”

You scoff, jokingly rolling your eyes before you take notice that you’ve already arrived at the dreaded location. Noticing you’ve gone quiet, Minghao turns to you, hand already on the doors.

“You okay? Why do you look so weirded out?” You shake your head at him, giving him a weak smile as he opens the door for you, letting you in first. “Thanks.”

Your eyes immediately scan around, searching for the silver haired bespectacled man, and to your mild disappointment, you don’t find him anywhere.

Minghao finds an empty table and begins setting down his books, taking out a sketch pad and his earbuds as he settles in.

“We’re gonna be here a while, so you better find something to do.”

Something to do, for you, means being Minghao’s errand girl when he asks you to find a couple books on colour theory; claiming he needs them while he continues to sketch and prepare his next painting. And like a good friend, you do, jotting down book titles and their locations before you head off.

You weave through bookshelves, getting closer to the part of the emptier part of the library that Wonwoo had taken you before and your body instinctively begins to heat up at the memory. You shake your head at the thoughts, moving past the shelves until you come upon the aisle with the books you’d need to gather for Minghao. FInding one, you pick it off the shelf, tucking it under your arm while you search for the next.

“Do you need a hand?”

The deep voice causes you to drop the book as you turn to face the silver haired male leaning up against the opposite shelf. “Fuck, do you have to s-scare me!?” The smirk on Wonwoo’s face is enough to send you blushing as you lean down to pick up the fallen object. “Aww, thought it’d be cute to surprise you for a little payback, sweetheart. After all, you did leave so quickly last time.” You bite the inside of your cheek, suddenly shy and refusing to make eye contact. “I… had to finish my--my essay…”

“I’m sure you did. I’m sure you didn’t just go home and think about me… Right? You were just a good little girl, weren’t you? You didn’t go home and get those cute fingers all wet from fingering yourself? Or maybe you got out some of your favorite toys, hmm? Didn’t pretend they were me instead?”

Wonwoo pushes off the shelf he’s leaning on to back you into a familiar position.

“Because I’ll be honest with you, sweetheart, I went home and thought about you all night. How that pussy would be so tight around me. And how fuckin’ small you’d be underneath me takin’ my big cock. And how you’d be such a good ‘lil thing and take all of it and then get it nice and wet for me when I make you fall apart.” He cages you against the shelf, leaning down to nose at your neck. “And how you’d keep begging me for more.”

You can’t help the moan that escapes you, your eyes fluttering shut at Wonwoo’s filthy words as he softly kisses your neck. “Mmh, Wonwoo…”

“But you were so selfish last time, y’kno? Didn’t even ask if I needed to cum. Just took your things and ran off. And I don’t like bad girls, sweetheart. So I’m going to have to punish you a little bit, won’t I?” Wonwoo slots a leg in between yours as he pressed into you, his cock already hard in his slacks. “But you want to be punished, don’t you?” Wonwoo pulls back, using his fingertips to tilt your head up. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to know that you want this.” Your eyes immediately lock onto his, pupils already blown wide and panties already wet and all he’d done is talk to you.

“Yes… I--I want this. I want you.”

The library carpet is rough and makes your knees hurt while Wonwoo tugs on your hair, pushing you further down onto his cock. Your hands are neatly clasped behind your back as he uses your mouth to get off.

You’re convinced by now that Minghao’s sure you’ve just left with how long you’ve been “looking for those books”.

“Fuck, look at you, your mouth can barely take my cock. How’s your tight little pussy going to?” There’s a chuckle at the end of his words as he holds you down onto his cock, restricting your breathing. Your throat closes around him as he moans; the sounds music to your ears as you clench around nothing. The wetness is already pooling in your panties and you really just want to slide your hands into your shorts and relieve yourself.

Wonwoo lets up, giving you a second to catch your breath as he pulls you off of his cock; your eyes teary as you cough. He tilts your head up, admiring your teary eyes and swollen lips. “You’re really pretty like this, y’kno?” He grins down at you, licking his own lips. “Bet you just want me to fuck you now, huh?”

“Y-yeah…” “Well, that’s too bad. Now, open your mouth. And don’t make a mess.” You pout up at him as he gently tugs on your hair in warning. He guides his cock towards your lips as you stick out your tongue to lick the head. Slowly, you work his cock back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks around him until he hits the back of your throat again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.” You moan around Wonwoo, the vibrations sending chills up his spine as his grip on your hair tightens. He shallowly thrusts into your mouth as you hollow your cheeks around him. You can’t help the way your thighs rub together to try and satisfy yourself; hoping Wonwoo doesn’t notice.

“Fu--Fuck, I’m c-cumming, don’t--don’t swallow it, sweetheart, I want to see it in that mouth of yours.” Humming around him, you listen; the salty substance meeting your tongue as he fills your mouth with it.

Wonwoo slides his cock from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting the head of it to your lips.

“Open your mouth, let me see it.” You open your mouth, showing him all the cum in your mouth as he hums appreciatively. “Swallow it.” Wonwoo’s eyes are hyper focused on you when you do, opening your mouth again to show him you’ve swallowed all of it.

“Good girl.”

When you trudge back to Minghao’s table with all the books he asked for, you hope to god he doesn’t notice that you’d been crying and choking on Wonwoo’s cock.

You set the books down next to him as he tugs a earbud out, giving you a look before he picks up one of the books and pries it open.

“Hey, you okay? Why are your knees all beat up?”

“Oh, um, the books were on the lower shelves so I… I had to get on my knees for them and, ykno.. Look. I, uh, had a hard time finding them.”

He hums, sticking the earbud back into place as he quietly goes back to work.

“Well, at least you were on your knees helping me find books and not sucking dick, right?” 

You freeze, awkwardly laughing as your panties sticking to your folds uncomfortably from when you came untouched with Wonwoo’s cock down your throat.

“Haha, yeah. True.” 

[the-dead-skwad]

Lost part 2 X Daryl Dixon X Reader

This is actually way longer than I intended. I was going to to three parts but I finihsed it in this.

Summary: Trouble starts as you’ve found walkers in the barn. Will things ever get better? 

Warnings: Killing walkers, swearing, death, missing children.

Tags: @nikki082489​

The rest of the day was almost a complete blur, everyone arguing on what we should do. Everyone except Shane, Rick and Hershel were stood in front of the house. This wasn't going to get anywhere without Rick.

"Look, I don't think it's safe. But there is a way to go about this." You hadn't said your part yet "I know what I say doesn't really matter but Rick and Hershel aren't here. Shouldn't we at least wait for them." 

"I don't think we got time for that." Daryl spoke to you nodding at Shane charging at the group, gun bag in hand. 

"This has gone on long enough! We are not safe!" He started passing out guns to people. He looked at you "I know you're willing to do what ever it takes." 

"Damn right." You took the shotgun from his hand. You and Daryl looked at each other. Both of you nodded silently agreeing how this was about to go down. 

You all turned to see Rick and Hershel walking across the farm to the barn with walkers on a stick. "No!" Shane yelled as he ran down the field towards them.  

"Oh fuck." You sighed. You ran down the hill as fast as you could. 

You all stood around the barn. Shane was shouting at the top of his lungs. You agreed that this wasn't safe but this was about to get way out of hand. 

"Can a person survive this!" Shane took his gun and shot the walker in Hershel's hands right in the chest. Of course it kept coming. You all knew what they were except Hershel. "How is it still coming!" He shot it again. "How is it still coming!" 

"Shane that's enough!" Rick tried to so hard but with a walker in hand it wasn't easy. 

"You're right it is enough!" Shane shot it in the head making it drop. He marched over to the barn doors and slammed on them with his pistol handle while Rick screamed for him to stop. 

You looked over at Daryl. His face was dead straight, sometimes it was really hard to see how he was feeling. You knew there was enough of you and enough ammo to be OK but it didn't stop you from worrying. 

He pulled on the doors, you could hear the walkers desperate to get out and feast on you all. He shot the lock and pulled the chain. 

The door opened slowly, walkers limping out one by one. You cocked the shot gun and aimed. The kickback was rough but you didn't miss one shot. Rick stood there shouting until Daryl shot the walker he was holding. Lori sat with Carl in her arms. In your opinion she should have taken his else where. The farm rang with gun shots as you all took the walkers down. After it was all over the only thing you could hear was Maggie and Hershel crying and the faint ringing from all the noise. 

Daryl looked at you "You OK?" You were about to answer when a small shuffling from the barn grabbed all your attentions. You raised your gun again. What you saw made your heart stop. Little Sophia, her eyes glazed over and the look on her face was nothing but hunger. Her skin a dark grey, the bite on her neck still pouring with blood. You could hear Carol crying behind you. Daryl ran to stop her from going to her. You wanted to help but your whole body was frozen. 

No one said anything, no one moved. She stumbled towards you. Just before she got a few feet away Rick stepped forward. He held up his gun, tears stinging his eyes. He shot her.

You whole body shook. When something in your brain snapped. "Emily!" You wailed. Your brain was a blur but your legs ran towards the barn doors. Everyone shouted you to stop but you couldn't. 

Running into the barn you looked everywhere. Screaming her name, throwing hay around, thinking maybe she was under it. There was nothing. You fell to your knees in the middle of all the mess, tears pouring from your eyes. All you could say over and over was "Emily." 

After a few minutes a figure walked towards you from the open doors. You couldn't see from the tears. You felt the hay move as he knelt down in front of you. You rubbed your face and looked up.

He looked so defeated. After all this time, all the searching, she was 10 feet away. He placed a hand on your face. "Come on." He helped you to you feet and wrapped a strong arm around you. 

You walked together out of the barn. Most people were still there moving the bodies. Carol sat on the floor crying her heart out. She looked up at you as yo walked past. "I'm so sorry Carol. I'm so sorry." You could hardly look at her. She nodded as a thank you. 

Daryl walked you back to the tent. You were still separate from everyone still but you had moved next to each other. You sat outside your tent and stared at the ground. He didn't say anything just sat next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in. You rested your head on his shoulder and started to cry again. 

"Hey," He lifted you head to look at him. "She could still be alive." 

"What's the point in hoping? You saw the same thing I did. I honestly thought maybe they had found each other and we would find them hiding somewhere together." You sniffled "Lets face it. She's dead." You stood and walked back into your tent. You lay on the ground and curled up. 

After a few minutes you felt a strong arm wrap around your body. You pulled him in closer and help on tight. 

--

The next morning Daryl rolled over to check on you and the tent was empty. He sat up "Oh fuck." He looked around to see what you had taken. Your boots, knife, gun and water was gone. Normally this was like everyday but he was worried after what had happened. 

He got ready fast and ran across the field to the rest of the camp. "Y/N's gone." "What do you mean she's gone?" Rick asked him.

You and Maggie had gotten close so this of course worried her "She's left or you just can't find her?" 

"I just woke up, her hunting shit is gone." 

"Maybe she just went looking for Emily." 

Daryl looked at Lori, "After what happened yesterday? Don't be stupid." 

"Hey I was just saying." She held her hands up in defense.

He turned to walk away "Yall aint no help. I'll find her myself!" He ran across the farm and diapered into the woods.

At first he was so worried about you he wasn't thinking right, he took a second, calmed down and looked around for your prints. Eventually he found them. Every so often he would find a walker, not just killed but brutally smashed to bits.  

--

You woke that morning earlier than usual. You hadn't gotten a lot of sleep anyway. Rolling over Daryl had his back to you in deep sleep. You stepped over him and gathered your things. When you got out the tent you looked around to check that no one else was awake yet. It was so calm and peaceful. No sound, not even birds. 

You headed over to the woods. You couldn't describe how you felt. It was like you were empty. Ever since she had gone missing you had aching pain, you were dying inside without her. But after the barn your body shut down. You didn't even know why you were in the woods but you were sure you would find out. After roughly 15 minutes of walking you heard a walker a head of you. It had its back to you wandering around aimlessly. 

You approached it silently with your knife in hand. You stabbed it in the head and looked at it of the ground lifeless. A sudden rush of anger washed over you, you stomped as hard as you could on it's head over and over again. You cried, not sure if they were tears of anger, sadness or just grief. 

You now knew why you wanted to go to the woods. 

You ran forward looking for more of them. One after the other you attacked, crushing their heads into the ground. It wasn't making you feel any better but it wasn't making you feel any worse. 

--

Daryl followed the trail of walkers you had left. It was bloody and brutal. The further he walked the more worried he got. 

After a short while he heard a noise up a head. He hid behind a tree looking around carefully to asses the situation. 

It was you. You had roughly three walkers around you all of them grabbing, clawing, just wanting to sink their teeth into. But you had it, swinging you knife around, not missing one blow.

--

After the three walkers were on the ground you stopped for a second. Putting your hands on you knees, you were out of breath. 

You heard a twig break near you, your head snapped up and looked towards the noise, knife ready. You were faced with Daryl. He looked almost scared. 

"Y/N?" 

Blood was splashed across your whole body and guts dripped from your clothes. A tear fell down your cheek as you looked at him. "Help me." You whispered. 

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It had been a long journey from the farm falling. You spent the first winter running, looking for somewhere to survive. It was hard and exhausting. Finally you found the prison. It looked like somewhere you could live out the days. Grow a farm, settle and be happy. You lost people trying to take it over. Lori died when she gave birth. T-dog sacrificed himself to save Carol. Then Michonne turned up at the fence, telling us all about Maggie and Glenn being kidnapped by the Governor. You rescued them but Daryl got captured and pitted against his brother. Rick saved them only for Daryl to leave. He didn't even say good bye. For days you sat staring at your shared cell room. But he came back. The reunion was ruined by his asshole brother. He tried to hard to pull you two apart .You weren't sure if it was because he didn't like you or he hated to see his brother happy. Merle actually helped the group when he attacked the meeting with The Governor. The Governor even killed his own people and they left him to the walkers on the side of the road. It was difficult and people died but Rick never let you give up and finally The Governor was gone. 

You built the prison up to hold. You went out and saved people. Buses of survivors were found from fallen camps. The place was safe and finally something you could live and start a life in. You would never forget Emily but slowly you learnt to live with the pain. 

Sat in one of the guard towers you looked over the prison yard. A dear Daryl had found that day was cooking nicely making your stomach grumble. "Hey!" His voice came from behind you. 

You turned to smile at him "Hi." 

"Foods ready, you comin?" He walked towards you and stopped just inches from you. 

"Sasha is coming to take me off." 

He licked his lips "So we got a few minutes?"

"Not as long as we need." You bit you lip.

He closed the gap between you and kissed you rough. He pushed you against the rail behind you. The kiss was so passionate, perfect. He broke the kiss for a second "I love you so damn much." 

"I love you too Dixon." You kissed him again. 

"Yanno, I was thinking what if your name was also---" 

"Hey!" Sasha's voice came from below you. "We can all see you yanno! There's kids around." 

You laughed and looked down at her. "Sorry! Food?" 

"Food." She smiled and nodded. 

You turned back to him "Sorry, what were you gonna say?" 

"Get some food, I'll ask you in a bit." 

You walked to the stairs door. "You coming?" He followed behind you. 

Grabbing a plate you both waited for your food to be served to you. After getting your food you both walked back to where everyone sat eating. Still standing you took a bite. "Oh god this is delicious." 

"Almost as delicious as you." 

His comment took you by surprise making you choke a little on the deer. Carol ran to you "Oh my god are you okay?" 

You help your hand up "I'm fine thank you." She passed you some water and went back to her seat. Looking at Daryl you couldn't help but laugh "You are a dirty ass."

"Oh yeah." He got closer to you and licked his fingers. "Wouldn't you like to find out?" He leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed back laughing "You're covered in fucking sauce." 

"Is it working for you?" 

"Pack it in." Laughing again. 

You looked across the yard where the bus was pulling in again. Tyrese stepped out and by the look on his face it was a successful run. Still holding your plate you watched as the people stepped off. They're faces beamed with happiness. Finally these people had hope, a home. The last woman to get off stood by the door for a second. You looked up and Daryl "I wish I could just stand here and watch the people come off the bus every day. Its so--" 

"MOMMY!" A child's voice pulled you from your sentence. 

As you turned it felt like it all went in slow motion. There she was, he hair and grown, dirt covered her face, but that was her. No words came out. You dropped your plate and ran as fast as you could. She leapt into your arms. You both cried to loud. You dropped to the floor with her in your arms. "Oh my god baby." You pulled back and pushed her hair from her face "Is it really you?" 

She cried her eyes out "Mommy, I thought I'd never see you again!" 

"Same baby, but I'm here now. I'm so sorry." You couldn't stop crying "I looked for you for so long." 

You both just sat on the floor holding each other for such a long time. She leaned back and placed her small dirty hands on your cheeks. Daryl came from behind you. "Hey Emily, welcome home." 

She looked up and frowned at him "Aren't you that mean grumpy man?" 

"No baby." You paused "Well not anymore. We are together, you remember Daryl right?" 

"Yeah I do." She looked him up and down "You're not mean anymore?" 

"No I'm not." He smiled at her.

"Good." She looked back at you "Mommy." She said before hugging you tight.  

You stood with her wrapped around you. Carol ran from the tables to you "Oh my god! Emily!" She hugged you both tight. "I can't believe this! Are you hungry?" 

Emily nodded. Carol turned to grab her some food as a woman approached you. "So you're Emily's mom?" 

"Yeah, thank you so much. I can't believe she is ok. Where did you find her?" 

"She was on a high way, she had food and a blanket but I couldn't leave her there alone." 

"On the highway? She was so close that whole time." Another tear fell down your cheek. 

Daryl rubbed your arm to comfort you "She's home now." 

"You're right." You looked back at the woman. "I can't thank you enough. Please grab some food, we have showers, clean clothes and beds." Looking back at Emily who was beaming at you. "And you need food, a good wash and all the cuddles." 

Carol passed you a plate so you sat at a table with Emily and Daryl. You looked around for a second and noticed Rick and Carl walking across the yard. You smiled and waved for them to come over. 

Rick headed towards you, when he realized he froze. He mouthed the words Emily at you. You nodded. Carl practically screamed her name. She spun and round, hopped off her chair and ran to him. 

Daryl held on to you hand, you looked over and smiled at him. He looked between you and Emily for a second and then into your eyes. "Marry me."

"What?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. 

"Marry me." The second time sounded even more determined than the first. 

"Oh fuck yeah." You leapt out you seat and jumped on him. 

Glenn stood at the side having watched the past 2 minutes unfold "What the hell is going off?"

[yeollieayheehoo]

Repair

Authors note: So this is a little different than how I usually write, it’s more dialogue. So yeah. Don’t come for me. 

Summary: There’s never a right time to confess

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader (female)

Genre: fluff

Rating:  PG

Warnings: explicit language, drug mention (ya’ll it’s weed.)

Word Count: 2.5K

OneDae [11:32AM] you ridin’ or you rollin’?

Y/N [11:32AM] im always rollin’ wym

OneDae [11:33AM] are you ridin’ with me or are you drivin you fuckin nerd

Y/N [11:33AM] depends

Y/N [11:33AM] do I get to dj or are you gonna play that dubstep trash you call music?

Y/N [11:51AM] did you die?

OneDae [11:54AM] im looking up a facility to put you in

OneDae [11:54AM] cause you’ve clearly lost your mind

OneDae [11:54AM] out here callin my music trash

Y/N [11:56AM] that’s cause it IS trash

OneDae [11:57AM] yall just have no sense when it comes to music. Yall just don’t have an ear for it

Y/N [11:58AM] I literally own an instrument repair shop

Y/N [11:58AM] fight me you fuck

“I would but my mama told me not to hit girls.”

“That’s because you’d lose. What’d you bring me?” You didn’t look up from your work order as Jongdae walked in, the smell of something toasted wafting from the entrance of your shop, filling the front room.  

“Pizza, extra mushrooms and bacon. Half with pineapple because it’s clearly the superior topping.”

“Why are you always wrong?” You finished filling out the paper, scribbling your signature at the bottom of it before attaching it to the saxophone case on the back counter.

“I’m not wrong. The rest of you are just lacking in intelligence. Why the fuck do you have 15 conga drums around the corner?” Jongdae paused as he walked around the counter, setting the pizza box down in the middle of it as his attention went to the back room where the drums in question sat.

“Blue Meadows High School dropped them off about 10 minutes before you got here and asked to me to repair the heads. Apparently the percussion director tore half of the hides the last time he tried to repair them.”

“Do you need help with them?”

“I might get you to start soaking the heads while I start on this Yanagisawa.” You leaned back in your stool, stretching your arms above your head before reaching for the pizza box, gesturing with your head to the stool beside you, telling Jongdae to sit.

“When do they need them by?” You shrugged, taking a large bite of the slice of pizza in your hand, holding your hand in front of your mouth as you spoke, “they didn’t give a time frame, but I’ll probably have them done by the end of the week”.

“What else do you have?”

“The Yanagisawa is an A-WO1, it’s got a leak and I’m gonna have to replace all of the key pads and see if it’s that, the drums, I have a guy dropping off a guitar at 2, the Davis kid popped the strings on his cello AGAIN, so there’s that too. That’s it for now.”

“Will his parents ever learn that their kid has no idea what he’s doing?”

“Probably not. You know how private school parents are.” Jongdae rolled his eyes, folding a slice of pizza in half before shoving half of it in his mouth. You chuckled as you stood, walking around him to the back, grabbing the roll of paper towels from your work bench, setting them down in front of Jongdae before eating another slice. There was a comfortable silence as you ate, falling into your weekly routine of almost eight years.

2011

“Wizard?”

“I’m in the back!”

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” You looked up from the piano you were working on, grinning from ear to ear as you got up from your seat. “So get this Chan. I’m working on a ukulele right? My front bell rings, so I get up to go see who it is and it’s this like huge, buffy dude, covered in dust and he goes, ‘do you fix instruments?’ and I say yeah, and he goes ‘me and my crew are cleaning out the old church on Dolson road to renovate it and there’s an old piano in there and my guy John lifted the lid and it’s a J&C, whatever that means, but I wanted to see if you wanted it? I don’t know if it’s worth anything but you could probably make a good penny off of it if you can fix it up’. And of course, you know me, I’ll try to fix anything.”

“Trust me, I know.”

“Look that neck was warped and split, I was going to have to make a new one.”

“Finish your story.”

“Oh right. Okay, so I say sure I’ll take a look at it and they’ve already got it loaded up on the back of a truck, so they bring it in and Chanyeol. They just gave me an 1883 J&C Fischers and Sons upright piano. Just gave it to me! They were gonna trash it! So of course I got it loaded on the tilter, and I’m taking out the pins and strings now and hello, who is this?” You pause, just now noticing the unfamiliar face that seems to stick out the side of Chanyeol’s bicep. You grin brightly and offer your hand, pulling it back quickly and wiping it on the leg of your jeans before sticking it back out.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Jongdae.” He took your hand, smooth against the slightly rough skin of your own, but pleasantly warm as he shook it.

“This is Jongdae, a friend of mine from high school. He just moved to town, I was showing him around, thought we’d swing by and see if you wanted lunch, but it looks like you’re busy.”

“No, I could go for food. Let me wash my hands and get the dust off me.” You disappeared into the bathroom, making quick work of the tasks ahead of you, drying your hands on a paper towel as you walked back out, safety glasses hung on their hook next to the door.

  You can still hear him ask if you were always this eccentric as you climbed out of Chanyeol’s car when they dropped you back off at your shop. There was something in his voice, the way his tenor words dripped off of his tongue, pitch elevated in wonder, the laugh at the end of his question light, airy and full all at the same time.

You saw Jongdae almost daily after that. You took to each other quickly, finding his lean frame filling your doorway so often that you found it necessary to get him his own chair. He stayed late with you a lot of nights while you repaired that piano, watching you, almost mesmerized as your hands seemed to flow like water, gently caressing each string, carefully sizing the pins for the century-old piano. He helped you refurbish the keys, listened avidly as you instructed him how to sand the body, delicate hands cautious to keep the wood carving against the body as you prepared the instrument for staining. The glossy red-brown stain was his idea. The idea to keep it in your shop was his too, and most days you were glad for it. The idea for him to be the first to play it was your own after learning he could play, a way to repay him for spending so many hours working on it.

“So you never answered my question.” Jongdaes voice pulls you from the past, his head tilted as he stands, taking the leftover slices with him to your fridge in the back office. “Honestly, I’m probably not going. I want to get started on these drums, you know how I am. Will you take the goods with you when you go?”

“I’ll stay too.” You can feel your brows furrow as you frown, shaking your head.

“You should go, how are they gonna get their gas if you don’t?”

Jongdae shrugs, “I’ll text Baek to come get it. I’m not going to leave you here to do all of it by yourself when I know I can help.”

“Yeah but you told me yesterday you’ve been stressing about your apartment search. Go, smoke, relax. We’ll go hunting next week.”

“This is how I relax.” Your hands go to your hips and you raise an eyebrow, looking at Jongdae as if he's lost his mind.

“Dae. Me bossing you around is not relaxing.” Jongdae grins, laughing softly.

“Okay maybe not that bit, but watching you work is. Hearing you play is relaxing. I dunno, just being around you is relaxing, whether we’re in the shop or not. You’re my relaxation.”

There’s something heavy in the air between you at his confession. You figured he liked spending time with you from the way he was always with you, whether it was at home or here, but you would never call yourself relaxing. If anything you were exhausting, especially lately.

You didn’t really have the patience to teach, had turned down multiple music majors who had asked to learn under you. It took Jongdae seven years of watching and observing and proving he could repair something with the mentality that what he was fixing was his. Seven years before you finally decided you would give him a shot and you were surprised he was still around. You could be rude, short-tempered and impatient, something you thought he would have learned by now.

“Dae… I think you need your head checked..” Your voice is soft, demeanor vulnerable.

“They can admit us together, yeah? So what do you want me to do?” He’s the same as he’s always been, cheerful and optimistic Jongdae, like what he said didn’t create an earthquake in him also.

“I guess we need to get the old heads soaking so we can pull the rings from them. It’ll take a few hours. Go ahead and grab the basins from the back room and start filling them with warm water, I’ll start pulling the heads off.”

“I can do that while the basins are filling.”

“Okay then. I’ll start on the Davis kids cello, if you need me let me know.”

Jongdae watches you for a moment, the way your body moves into autopilot, years of routines taking over. It’s stupefying. He could spend hours watching you work, but he’s not here to do that today. Right now he’s here to make your life easier, so he goes to work.

He’s finishing taking off the last head when he hears you play. It’s not pretty at first, though it never is but that’s because you choose to tune by ear. The melody is in dissonance at first, low notes clashing with each other for the spotlight.

He puts the last head in the bin to begin soaking and as he stands, the melody begins to form. He's careful to stay quiet as he leans through the window between work rooms. If he’s being honest with himself, he finds you breathtakingly beautiful like this. Your eyes are closed, head tilted to the left as you focus. The bow looks elegant in your hands, fingers moving gracefully across the strings and frets. It’s almost sensual like they were dancing across a lover's body.

“What are you doing? He’s so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice you’ve stopped playing and are standing in front of him, leaning against the window pane.

“You’re beautiful when you play.” It’s the only thing that comes to his mind and he finds himself delighted in the blush that colors your cheeks.

“Are you saying I’m ugly the rest of the time?”

“Have you seen yourself when you wake up?” He laughs, quickly stepping back when you try to thump his arm.

“Fucker. All the heads soaking?”

“Yup.”

“Cool we can start on the saxophone. You wanna go ahead and remove the pads? I’ll grab the replacements.”

“Hey Y/N.”

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“I don’t know if there’s really ever a good time to say this-“

“-I swear if you tell me you’re quitting after begging me for years-“

“-I like you. I really like you . I don’t know if you know. I’m hoping you know. I’m hoping you like me the same way. I always have to be around you, I don’t know if you’ve realized that yet. It’s like I can’t breathe if I’m not. At first, it was just because you were so different, you were so weird, it was like the strangest breath of fresh air I’ve ever had. And then I watched you as you fixed the piano in the front room and I realized I’ve never been so in love with something the way you are with your work. You put every part of you into an instrument when you repair it, and it gives you those pieces back when you play. It’s like watching a witch cast a spell if I’m being honest with you. You put your soul into repairing something and when you play, it’s like the melody is the instrument returning your soul back to you. And maybe that makes no sense. Maybe I make no sense. Maybe all of this makes no sense and it all sounds insane and it’s not cute or romantic, but we aren’t romantic people. We try to make it through our days and try to find the meaning of life in the smoke we drown ourselves in. All I know is somewhere between us fixing that piano and now, you put your soul in me to fix me and I can feel you everywhere and I want you to feel me too.”

It’s silent after Jongdae stops speaking. He can’t read your face or body, still leaning against the window frame.

“Start on the pads Dae.” He nods, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he feels the adrenaline from his confession fade. “Yeah, okay.”

“And Dae?” He must walk past you to get to the front workbench where the saxophone sits. Your quick to reach out and grab his hand as he walks by you. You pull him back to you, tracing your finger along the lines of the palm of his hand in yours, trying to remember a time when his hands were smoother

“Yeah?”

You have to lean up slightly to press your lips against his. It’s quick, a confession of your own, more than you could say in words. You grin as you realize for once in his life, Jongdae is speechless and you take charge of the opportunity.

“I feel you too Dae. Don’t wait that long to ask me out on a date. Go start on the pads.” You pat your hand against his cheek and walk to the storage room.

“Wait you can’t just do that and then walk away!”

“I just did fuck head. Saxophone. Go.”

[realfitreallife]

Thoughts in my head.

It’s June 20th 2019. I am sitting in a house I grew up in, and never thought I would come back too….actually…Entertaining my demons. I am 34 years old and I never realized I would be mid 30s and still not have a clue what the fuck I was doing in life. I have an idea of what I SHOULD be doing. I struggle everyday with doing it and why I am doing it.

 The truth is, I am up because I drank the last glass of wine in the house. If I had more I wouldn’t be blogging, or conscience even…If there were more, I would be drinking and listening to music because that’s what people who drink too much do. We hide. We hide from pain, we hide from happiness, and we hide from life because we feel undeserving and disgusting. Let me tell yall, if you ever meet an addict who doesn’t know what their running from…they’re lying. We know. I know. I have never been as lonely as I am tonight. I got divorced from my “happily ever after” story 7 years ago and have been searching for something that probably doesn’t exist ever since.

 Someone said something recently to my mother about why I am single, and have been for so long while others around me fall in and out of love regularly…and she said, “it’s because of you. She knows love because she has her mother with her always.”  There is a lot of truth to that; no one will ever have my back like my mom does. I don’t open myself up to a lot of men or people because I have someone who can keep my secrets better then anyone else.

I also feel apart of me is still in love with the 2 kids, white picket fence, and husband story that I was supposed to have with David and I never really put myself out there because it hurt so bad to go through that divorce. The day all the heavy shit went down I told myself, I wouldn’t be helpless or a victim or let anyone MAN OR WOMAN tell me what the fuck to do ever again….so maybe that’s why I’ve stayed single.

Burned too badly. I definitely don’t feel like I deserve to love or be loved again. He remarried, and I guess in my mind it never occurred to me that he would move on. I don’t know that he truly loves her, but I hope he does. She doesn’t deserve to have our failed relationship trauma taken out on her and he should be happy. We all should.

Once daddy died, I was autopilot. My mom was spiraling in her own grief and I was doing all I could to save her because I couldn’t lose too parents back to back. Trust me, she tried. That second year after daddy died was rough. Momma drinking a lot, and so was I even though I hated it. I drink because I feel like I should be stepping up more for my family, I should be taking care of mom and the boys, I should be able to keep this ship from sinking, I should be able to fix everything….and I can’t.

My life was supposed to be so different. I was supposed to finish college and get a amazing career. Meet the man of my dreams and have these beautiful kids and a nice home. The only thing I have accomplished is the kids, amazing kids that keep my feet from being swept off in a river of alcohol completely.

I drink. Not even as much as I want too because I have a job and kids to feed and you can’t do that drunk, but I do drink. A lot more then I should. Maybe one day I will get brave enough to quit.

[haiyuta]

Come back home

Group: Sf9/Zuho

Request: Could I have some vampire! Zuho smut? Something sexy as shit you please?

Rating: smut, blood, and all that good stuff. 

A/n: hello sorry if this is bad.I need to write more smut lol. This is a great request thank you. Late halloween Zuho for yall.- Admin Tae (admin applications still open)

You awkwardly curled up on the couch across from you sat Zuho looking down at his mug of warm blood you heated up some minutes ago. In a thick silence, you guys sat there, you painfully waiting for him to say something.

"I'm sorry," he spoke up, his deep voice so rough it made you shiver. Oh, how you missed him that deep voice so much. "You've been gone for two months," you replied your voice mildly shaky. It was silent for another moment until he stood.

Putting down the mug he shoved his hand in his black jeans "yeah I had to work out some things," he mumbled looking around your apartment. 

It's been two months since you've seen your strikingly handsome vampire. Zuho. Two longs months without a text or a call from him. Months of waiting for him and tears at his absence. Two months really change a person his hair now ruby red and a small chocker adored his neck.

You gritted your teeth, you wanted to be mad at him but his aura was so familiar and safe all you wanted was to throw yourself into his arms.

Clutching yourself you stood "things" you quoted with your fingers. "Things like leaving me here without a message for two months," you said stepping closer to him. "That's the most idiotic excuse I've ever heard and you've lived for hundreds of years," you finished off.

Zuho looked up at the ceiling "I've been working some stuff out," he said. Those intense pairs of onyx eyes stared at you. "Stuff?" you said almost like a question. "At least be honest with me," you whispered to him.

Zuho with his fast inhuman speed grabbed your wrist and pulled you close "you look even more beautiful than last time I met you," that handsome smirk placed on his face. Your cheeks flared red.

"How can I trust you when you can't even tell me where you have been?" you asked. Zuho gulped staring down at your small form.

"I've been thinking about us," he paused. Searching his face it was twisted in thought "You might be my mate," he spoke. Your body went ridge at his words "I don't how or why it's just," he paused again.

"Your scent, your personality, everything makes me just want you," he said.

A fluttering feeling flowed in your heart, your knees weak at his confession. Before you could even speak you leaned in to give him a passionate kiss. His lips moved against yours as his hand that held your wrist moved to the back of your head.

"You're a jerk," you said quietly, staring at him through your eyelashes. Zuho leaned down to draw another kiss from you. "I'm sorry," he mumbled placing another kiss to you.

Pulling away your eyes fluttered open to see Zuho gazing back at you. "I miss those fangs," you mumbled to him. Zuho let out a small laugh. "I miss sinking my fangs into that pretty neck of yours," he said with a playful smirk on his face.

You both kissed each other so hard. Leading each other in a mess of kisses towards the bedroom. You felt extreme pride being Zuho mate and all that poured into your kiss with him.

"Lights off," you mumbled flipping the lights off in the room. Giving the atmosphere a more romantic feeling. 

Zuho pushed you into the room and pressed you against the wall. Pulling away you smiled "you seem to have missed me," you said the small bulge in his tight pants.

"I have my heart has longed for you," he said smiling his small fangs protruding from his mouth. "Wanting to be close to you," he said leaning down to kiss your neck.

His small fangs glided across your neck. His thin fingers went to your shirt pulling at it to signal taking it off. Quickly you took your shirt off like he wanted.

Zuho smiled "my beautiful mate," his deep voice reverted to your skin making your insides clutch at the sound.

"My handsome vampire," you whispered back. Throwing your arms around his neck you pushed his head closer to you. "Please," you whispered.

Zuho thin eyes met yours asking for more permission. with a curt nod, you gasped as he sunk his fangs into your jugular. His left hand reaching up to hike your leg up as he pressed you hard against the wall.

It was painful mostly but the joy knowing that you can provide for Zuho. Your head buzzed from the sudden loss of blood. Your fingers found that red hair of his threading your fingers through it feeling the silky locks.

That tongue of his could be felt kissing the wound taking up all the blood that left your skin.

"I missed this," he groaned in pleasure his bulge pressed against your thigh. You grinned looking at his eyes as they turned blood red from the blood.

"You look hot with those eyes," you commented. Maybe it was the blood loss, or him being done for 2 months you don't know and really don't care.

Zuho smirked leaving a fleeting lick on your neck. Grabbing your hand he turned you over and flipped you back onto the bed.

You grinned resting your elbows as you stared up at him licking your lips in want. Zuho slowly peeled his leather jacket off revealing his rather fit shirt that showed off all his wide shoulders and long waist.

With your hands, you unbuttoned your shorts. "Egar little Y/n," he said pressing his body closer to you. The sheer want and lust in the room were making your skin get all warm.

Pulling him down you both gave each other hot kisses. His mouth tasted like iron but you didn't mind getting used to his bloody lips.

His fingers danced across your chest lightly playing with your chest as he explored your body. "I missed you," he paused. Before we know it Zuho took off his own clothing revealing his pale body and his eyes still bright red.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of his thin fingers press and slip through your gentle folds. You pushed your arm across your eyes. Letting out soft moans of encouragement to the vampire. The swell of pleasure filled chest making your legs shake. "Zuho," you whimper in pleasure.

"I need you," he mumbled pulling your arm away so he could look at you. "Look at me," he ordered gently. You peeked out to see the gouras site of Zuho. His hair hanging in front of his eyes, his expose chest fit and just begging to be touched, lips so swollen from your kisses.

He raised your leg licking his lips as your hips met his. His one hand rested next to your head the other hand under your thigh lifting you up.

Connecting your hips you grabbed his bicep as he thrust into you. The pacing was slow and ever so nice against your hips. His dick hitting just the rights spots it made your eyes roll back.

"Zuho," you whined out in pleasure. He grunted out a few foul words as his face made twisted in pleasure.

All the love you've been pent up with just came out in some beautiful moment. "I love you," you moaned out clutching your eyes closed.

"Fuck I love you," Zuho grunted back his hips slowing down.  With one last thrust, he gripped your hips lightly careful of his superhuman strength as he held your thigh up.

You both unwinded from each other, just the sound of pants filled the room. You blinked ever so slowly at the ceiling and Zuho head rested on your pillow.

"So I'm your mate," you said smiling. Zuho hummed a "yeah," in response. "So what does that mean," you asked.

"It means I'll love you forever and when you die I might just die," he mumbled the truth. Your eyes widen.

"Would you turn me," you asked. A question that weighed on your mind. "If you want," he said looking at you. In that moment you knew you wanted to be forever with him. "I do," you said finally with such confidence you didn't know you could muster.