#the more I’m processing it and it’s kinda sinking in

[rafecameronssl4t]

IM BEGGING FOR MORE FRATBOY!RAFE CAMERON PLEASEEEE💔

Trap Queen || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: hehehe missed writing frat boy!rafe also had no idea what to title this so I thought this song kinda matched idk

Warnings: mentions of sex, idk if there’s anything else

Word count: 2,042

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

“I have no idea what her problem is with me,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes flicking toward Jada, who’s glaring at you like she’d love nothing more than to see you vanish. Her gaze lingers, intense and filled with something close to hatred.

You turn back to Rafe, irritation bubbling up as you try to make sense of the tension hanging in the air. Rafe glances over lazily, his eyes briefly scanning Jada before he scoffs, almost amused by the situation. He leans back casually, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and tossing it into his mouth without a second thought.

“Probably ‘cause she was trying to get into my pants before we started dating,” he mumbles through a mouthful, barely caring to mask the indifference in his voice. Your body stiffens, eyes widening as you process what he just said. “Are you serious?” you snap, crossing your arms and staring at him, bewildered.

“And you didn’t think I should know this?” Rafe slows his chewing, his brow arching slightly as he swallows. His reaction is calm, almost too calm.“Didn’t think it was worth mentioning. She’s irrelevant babe,” he shrugs, his voice annoyingly nonchalant. “I don’t give a fuck about her.”

You turn to look at Jada again, and this time she isn’t even pretending to hide the jealousy etched across her face. She’s whispering furiously to her best friend, the sorority president, her eyes flicking between you and Rafe with an almost desperate need for attention. The way her eyes follow Rafe, hungry and spiteful, makes the knot in your stomach tighten.

She’s clearly still bitter, and her gaze shifts between you and Rafe like she’s daring you to flaunt what she can’t have. It’s more than just resentment—it’s envy, glaringly obvious, and you can feel her simmering frustration from across the room. Frustration swells inside you, and without thinking, you reach for Rafe’s hand, gripping it firmly.

“Let’s get out of here,” you murmur, not wanting to feed into Jada’s petty game, but unable to shake the discomfort gnawing at you. Before Rafe can say anything, you grab his hand, pulling him up from the couch. His surprise shows for a second, but he follows your lead, letting you drag him away.

~

“Fuck off,” Rafe growls at the sound of a knock on his door, still half-asleep and annoyed as he shifts under the blankets. His arm gently moves you off him, and you let out a soft whine, instantly missing the warmth and security of his body pressed against yours. He sighs as the knocking persists, louder this time, more insistent.

“I’m coming!” he yells, frustration evident in his tone as he clumsily pulls his boxers up his legs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He’s barely awake, his movements sluggish, but the incessant knocking has him on edge. Just as Rafe reaches for the door, he pauses, his hand hovering over the knob.

A frown crosses his face. It wouldn’t be any of his frat brothers—they’d all gone home for the long weekend. Suspicion sharpens his senses, and he leans toward the peephole, squinting as he peers through it. His gut twists the moment he sees who’s on the other side, Alice, your sorority president, and Jada.

“Shit,” he mutters, backing away from the door. He hurries back to the bed, his hand reaching for your shoulder as he shakes you gently. “Babe, hey. Wake up,” he whispers urgently, trying to keep calm as you groan, still half-lost in sleep. “Jada and Alice are outside,” he says, his voice low but urgent.

The words barely sink in before you’re wide awake, panic flooding your system. “What?” you whisper, your voice strained with disbelief as you sit up, your heart racing. In an instant, you’re scrambling to grab your clothes, your mind spinning. “What are they doing here?” you hiss, pulling your jeans up your legs in a rush.

Your fingers fumble as you try to fasten them, your breath quickening with every second. Rafe’s hands are already on your back, tying up the straps of your top with quick, precise movements. “Fucked if I know,” he mutters, glancing toward the door. The knocking continues, sharper and more demanding this time, as Jada’s voice echoes through the room.“Rafe, open up! We know you’re in there!”

Jada calls out, her tone laced with impatience, as if she’s holding some kind of authority over him.“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, cursing the situation. The last thing you need is Jada and Alice catching you here—especially like this. Your mind races with the possibilities of why they’ve shown up now, of all times. Rafe turns to you, his hands resting on your arms as he tries to steady you.

His eyes are calm but serious. “Just hide in the bathroom. I’ll deal with them,” he says firmly, his voice low and reassuring despite the situation. You nod, heart pounding in your chest, and quickly dart toward the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. Locking it, you press your ear to the wood, your breath held as you strain to hear what’s happening.

You hear Rafe sigh heavily before he opens the door, his voice low and tense as he greets Jada and Alice. The muffled sound of their conversation seeps through the door, but it’s hard to make out the words clearly. Your stomach twists as you wait, hoping that whatever they want, Rafe can get rid of them without making things worse.

Rafe opens the door just enough to stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a bored, unimpressed look on his face. He eyes Jada and Alice, his expression indifferent as he sizes them up. “Can I help you?” he asks dryly, making it clear from the start that he has no interest in whatever they’re about to say.

Jada and Alice exchange a quick glance, their irritation barely hidden beneath thin smiles. Alice, with her usual fake sweetness, steps forward, her voice dripping with insincerity. “Is Y/n here by any chance?” she asks, flashing Rafe the overly saccharine smile she gives to everyone. He sees right through it—he knows exactly how two-faced she really is.

Rafe lets out a short, amused snort, crossing his arms. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself. Jada opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off before she can get a word in. “No, she’s not here. Why do you even care?” He raises an eyebrow, his voice sharp with challenge.

Alice, not backing down, continues with the same fake concern. “She wasn’t in her room while we were doing our rounds last night, and her roommate said she never came back,” she explains, though her tone lacks genuine worry. Rafe can barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. It’s clear they’re just fishing for information, and their excuse is weak at best.

“What, you have curfews on a Friday night?” Rafe deadpans, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He watches as the annoyance flickers across their faces, and he takes pleasure in knowing he’s getting under their skin. Alice forces a tight-lipped smile, her patience clearly wearing thin.

“Yeah, to make sure everyone is home safe and sound,” she says, her voice still maintaining that fake sweetness, though Rafe can hear the underlying frustration. “Right, sure,” Rafe mutters, clearly not buying it. He shifts his weight and straightens up, his disinterest obvious. “Well, like I said, she’s not here,” he says flatly.

The two girls stand in tense silence for a moment. Rafe can see a flicker of something—perhaps jealousy or frustration—behind Jada’s eyes, and it intrigues him. He watches as Alice turns, clearly ready to leave this awkward encounter behind, but Jada’s sudden outburst catches her off guard.

“What do you even see in her, anyway?” Her sudden outburst catches Alice by surprise, and she glances back at Jada with wide eyes. Rafe raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by her boldness. “Jada, let’s just go. She’s not here,” Alice mutters, her hand gently squeezing Jada’s arm, as if trying to ground her. Rafe can’t resist interjecting. “Yeah, Jada. She’s not here,” he mocks, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans casually against the doorframe.

Rafe’s disdain for Jada is palpable, and he relishes the chance to get under her skin. The flush of anger spreads quickly across her cheeks, her fists clenching at her sides as if holding back an explosion of frustration. The heat radiates off her in waves, her glare sharp and unyielding, her eyes narrowing with contempt.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she snaps, her voice bitter, teetering on the edge of desperation. Her gaze burns into him, full of resentment. “You think you can just parade around with her like she’s some prize to be won. What makes her so special?”

Rafe meets her gaze head-on, completely unfazed. He tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Why are you so obsessed with my fucking girlfriend, Jada?” His voice cuts through the tension like a blade, catching her off guard for just a second. She falters, her posture stiffening at the unexpected challenge.

“This is clearly between you and me, so leave Y/n out of it,” Rafe continues, his tone sharp and unwavering. He steps closer, his expression darkening with warning. “You got a problem with me? Fine. But don’t drag her into whatever this is.”Jada’s eyes flash with frustration, her lips tightening as she struggles to maintain her composure.

She clearly wasn’t expecting Rafe to call her out so directly, and the protectiveness in his voice stings more than she wants to admit. “You think you can just blow me off like I’m nothing?” she hisses, her voice trembling slightly. “I see how you look at her, how you act like she’s so perfect, like she’s better than everyone else.” There’s a bitterness in her words, a jealousy she’s no longer able to hide.

Rafe raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “If you think this is about anything more than your own jealousy, you’re delusional,” he says bluntly. His tone is calm, almost amused, as if he’s thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm. “If you’ve got some fantasy that I ever wanted anything to do with you, that’s on you, not me.”

“Get over yourself. I don’t want you, and I never fucking did,” Jada opens her mouth, clearly intending to argue, but no words come out. For a moment, she’s frozen, her face a mixture of shock and hurt, as if she never expected him to be so blunt. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable. Rafe leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a lazy air of indifference. He knows he’s won.

“Why don’t you take your little jealousy trip somewhere else?” he says with a bored tone, as if she were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His words only fuel her fury, but he doesn’t care—he’s already dismissed her in his mind. Jada’s fists tremble at her sides, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

She glares at him one last time before spinning on her heel and storming off, her heels clicking angrily against the floor. Alice glances at Rafe for a moment, but she’s smart enough not to say anything. She shoots Rafe a scowl that could cut through steel, her frustration evident. “Leave Y/n alone. Don’t test me,” Rafe warns, his tone lowering to a menacing growl.

There’s no way he’ll allow them to interfere in your life, not when they’re so clearly motivated by envy. Alice opens her mouth, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitates, measuring the threat in his eyes. After a moment, she seems to reconsider, her expression darkening with resignation. With a heavy sigh, she shakes her head and turns on her heel, hastily following Jada down the hallway. Rafe watches them go, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

[goldfades]

pregnancy scares with luke hughes🤞🤞🤞 he would def be freaking out but it ends up being nothing!!!

you’re pretty sure luke hasn’t sat down for more than five seconds in the last hour. he’s pacing the length of the living room, one hand in his hair, the other holding his phone like he’s waiting for some kind of emergency alert to come through. it would almost be funny if you weren’t equally as on edge.

the unopened pregnancy test sits on the counter where you left it, staring at you like it knows you’re avoiding it. you don’t even have the energy to glare back at it—your nerves are too frayed. instead, you watch luke from your spot on the couch, clutching a throw pillow to your chest like it’s some kind of lifeline.

“what if it’s positive?” he blurts out suddenly, stopping in his tracks to look at you, his blue eyes wide with panic. “like… what do we even do? do we call someone? your mom? my mom? oh god, my mom.”

“luke,” you say, trying to keep your voice calm even though your heart is pounding like a drum. “we don’t even know yet. let’s not jump to conclusions.”

he stares at you for a moment, then runs a hand down his face. “right. yeah. no conclusions. totally chill over here.”

you raise an eyebrow at him, and he lets out a nervous laugh, sinking down onto the arm of the couch. it doesn’t last long—he’s back on his feet within seconds, muttering something about how his brain feels like it’s short-circuiting.

“okay, but seriously,” he says, turning back to you, his hands flailing slightly in that way they do when he’s overwhelmed. “what if it’s real? like, what if we’re—what if you’re—”

“pregnant?” you finish for him, your voice quieter this time. the word hangs in the air between you, heavy and uncertain.

he nods, his expression softening as he looks at you. “yeah. that.”

you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “then we figure it out. together.”

“together,” he repeats, like he’s testing the word out. he nods again, a little firmer this time, and for a second, it almost looks like he’s calming down.

and then he notices the test on the counter. “okay, no, i can’t do this anymore,” he says, running a hand through his hair again. “you have to take it. right now. i’m dying over here.”

“you’re dying?” you ask, a hint of exasperation creeping into your tone. “i’m the one who might be pregnant, luke.”

“exactly!” he says, throwing his arms out dramatically. “which is why we need to know, like, immediately.”

you roll your eyes but head toward the bathroom anyway, grabbing the test as you go. “you’re not allowed to say a word until i’m done,” you warn, and luke holds his hands up in mock surrender.

“not a word,” he promises, but the second the door closes behind you, you hear him mutter to himself, “a baby, though… that’d be kinda wild.”

you groan, trying to block him out as you do what the test requires, but by the time you’re done and waiting for the results, you can hear him outside the door, talking to himself at full speed.

“like, obviously, i’d teach them how to skate,” he says, his voice muffled but clear enough to make you laugh quietly to yourself. “they’d have to start early—i mean, that’s the key, right? i was skating at, what, three? two? can kids even walk at two?”

you open the door and lean against the frame, test still in your hand, watching as he paces the living room like he’s coaching his imaginary future kid through a big game. he doesn’t notice you right away, too caught up in his rambling.

“and names,” he continues, gesturing animatedly. “if it’s a boy, we could name him something strong, like—i don’t know, jack junior or something. no, wait, that’s awful. maybe something cool like—like hunter! or brody! oh my god, i’d totally have a brody.”

you clear your throat, and luke freezes mid-gesture, spinning to look at you like a kid caught stealing cookies. “uh, hi,” he says, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. “how’d it go?”

“it’s still processing,” you say, holding up the test. “but, uh, sounds like you’ve been busy.”

his cheeks flush a deep red, but he grins, unabashed. “okay, but hear me out—if it’s a girl, we name her something badass. like, she could totally pull off a name like harper. or sutton. sutton hughes. tell me that doesn’t sound like a star.”

you can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him. “you’re already planning their whole life, and we don’t even know if there’s a them yet.”

“well, yeah,” he says, plopping down on the couch with a dramatic sigh. “i mean, it’s kinda fun to think about, you know? like, little hockey practices, bringing them to the rink, teaching them how to chirp jack in the most creative way possible…”

you sit beside him, the test now lying face down on the coffee table, its results still unknown. “you’d be a good dad,” you say softly, watching as his grin softens into something a little more genuine.

“you think so?” he asks, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

“yeah,” you reply. “a chaotic one, maybe. but a good one.”

before he can respond, the timer on your phone goes off, signaling the test is ready. both of you freeze, the moment suddenly much heavier than the lighthearted banter that preceded it.

“you wanna look, or should i?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

luke swallows hard, then gestures toward you. “you. i’ll just—” he flops back dramatically against the couch cushions. “—be over here, dying inside.”

with a nervous laugh, you reach for the test, flipping it over. your eyes scan the result, and your shoulders sag with relief. “negative,” you say, holding it up for him to see.

luke lets out the loudest, most exaggerated exhale you’ve ever heard, his head falling back against the couch. “oh, thank god,” he says, a hand over his heart like he just avoided a near-death experience.

you laugh, watching as he sits up, still a little wide-eyed. “i thought you were ready to start a hockey dynasty,” you tease, nudging him with your shoulder.

“oh, don’t get me wrong,” he says with a grin. “i’m glad it’s not happening now, but, like… someday? sutton hughes is definitely gonna rule the world.”

you roll your eyes, laughing as he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “you’re impossible,” you mutter, but there’s no real bite to it.

“and you love me for it,” he quips, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you don’t reply, but the smile on your face says enough.

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[michanvalentine]

Let’s talk about the bite scene. I’m sure it’s already been discussed to death, but through an unexpected detour (I’ve discovered I enjoy making videos about my BG3 adventures), I found myself analyzing frame by frame of Astarion baring his fangs.

First of all, the scene is pure tragicomedy. Tav/Durge wakes up abruptly to find this guy hovering over them with a furrowed brow, eyes squeezed shut, and mouth wide open, ready to sink his teeth into their jugular. Or close enough. Because Astarion in that moment isn’t scary, he isn’t even infuriating—he’s just plain ridiculous. And honestly? Kinda ugly to look at! xD

And it’s tragic because this incredibly agile guy, with such a delicate touch and extreme dexterity, has no idea what the hell he’s actually doing. He’s a vampire, for gods’ sake—this should be the easiest thing in the world for him.

Instead, he’s there, hesitating, gauging how and where to bite, with his EYES CLOSED, for crying out loud. He’s not even looking at what he’s doing, as if he’s the one who’s afraid.

And that’s exactly it—Astarion is disobeying Cazador’s direct orders, and the consequences could be terrible. If, after granting him a taste, you choose the dialogue option to use force to push him away, Astarion’s expression once again speaks volumes.

Just for a moment, as he’s pushed aside, it’s a sea of emotions. There’s deep fear—fear of having disobeyed, fear of being struck by Tav/Durge for it—and overwhelming astonishment at having tasted, for the first time in his unlife, the blood of a sentient creature. And in that, he discovers a fleeting moment of peace, of happiness.

And all of this is overwhelming for him—more than he can process. For many, this scene is infuriating, and rightly so—the game even gives you the option to drive a stake through his heart right then and there. But for me, in that moment, Astarion just evokes so much, so much tenderness.

[doiliedaze]

Breathe in, Breathe out

Domestic! Sevika x reader

Warnings: suffocation training ☺️↕️ size kink kinda, pussy slapping, think that’s it!!

Genre: smut

A/N: when I tell y’all I got myself a little flustered cause I need her so bad🙏🏿 reader is a bored bimbo housewife 🫶🏿

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You love trying new things, so when you’re cooped up in the house and Vika isn’t there you do everything! You cooked, re-organize, touch up your nails, have a fashion show for the cat, imagine Sevika fucking the shit outta you.

You being you, you love pushing your limits. You try to handle everything she gives you but damn near tap out everytime she choked you so tonight you’re gonna practice till it’s perfect.

When Sev arrives home, you do your usual greetings, kissing by the door, showing off that you’re wearing just her shirt and talking her head off as you follow her around the cozy apartment.

Watching her shower was enough to get you wet but it wasn’t about that tonight. She knows your stares and she can always read what’s going on in that little brain of yours, “what’s my girl thinkin’ about mhm?” She says softly as she steps out the shower.

“Nothing Vika” you whisper as you play with your ring.

Her naked form walks over and places you on the sink counter. Her buff arms on either side of you. “You okay baby?” Sevika’s eyes flicker with concern. You rub her face, “I’m fine I just…Sev can you build my tolerance?”

Embarrassed and not wanting to explain yourself you play with the plush of your thighs. Heat seeping into your face and you’re glad she can’t see it.

Her hand tilts your chin and her eyes tell you to continue talking.

“Y’know how whenever you choke me I can never handle it? Well I want to so I thought maybe if you like trained me I could handle it!”

She snorts at your explanation causing a whine to come from your lips.

“You’re so dramatic, how long did it take you to muster up the courage to ask?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit…”

To reassure you, Sevika kisses you softly. Y’all lips moving in sync, and she pries your legs open. Instinctively you take off your shirt and press yourself against her.

She tries to pull away from your lips, eager to keep her tongue down your throat you bite her lip hard causing a shaky groan to spill out the taller woman’s throat.

Your clit throbs in want so you move your hand off her bicep to touch yourself when she grabs your hand. “Not tonight.” You pout at this but you listen.

Sevika let’s go of your hand trusting her wife to obey her command. Her metal hand wrapping around your throat and her eyes asking if this is okay and you nod.

The cool metal starts to add pressure around your neck causing you to sit up some. You close your eyes and steady your mind as you’re already getting overstimulated. To ease you Sevika leans back in and kisses you.

You spread your legs further for her, in the process knocking things over. Your wet cunt presented for your beautiful wife. She slaps it hard causing a jolt in your hips and a moan to escape.

Her grip on your neck has tightened ten fold and you’re feeling pressure that’s slightly uncomfortable but beyond pleasurable. She’s splitting you open in a way. She plunges two thick fingers into your eager pussy, and tongues you till drool trickles down your chin seeping into the valley of your breast.

Her eyes evaluate if you can handle more and before she can pull away and ask you nod as much as you can.

With that she applies more pressure in her grip around your neck, you scratch at her bicep, digging in deep to drawl a little blood. A weak moan came from you, motivating you to continue. Your free hand travels down her body and you strain yourself to play with her neglected clit. It is protruding and pretty, always wet for you.

You scoot closer causing her fingers to go deeper into you just so you can slip your fingers into her fat cunt. Her grip and movements stagger as she shakes, she’s a quick to cum when you touch her.

You try to build another orgasm in her as you feel her pussy pulsate around you but her fingers pump faster as you shake and arch off the sink and into her. Your orgasm crashes over you and you choke as you try to moan.

Sevika let’s you go and pulls away from your grasp as you both catch your breath.

There’s cum down the both of your legs, chests heaving and saliva everywhere. You look up at her and brokenly say, “round two?”

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A/N: this is actually my favorite outta everything I wrote!! Got myself a little hot and bothered lol!! Enjoy lovelies🫶🏿

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[syluslnd]

hii i have a few requests i hope you dont mind 🥺🫶 feel free to pick to do any if they have not been done yet, they are kinda mostly prompts though 😭

sylus with a streamer/gamer s/o. like those fics where the fans go crazy when sylus shows up in the camera out of nowhere or hearing his voice. and sylus just being supportive about their hobby 😞❤️

sylus reaction when they have a cosplayer s/o, especially when they come home every day and they meet a new character daily or every other day 😭🤣

sylus reaction when s/o gets period stains during their date

sylus with s/o who cant cook but not the those exaggerated types where they burn the whole kitchen, they just didnt learn how to cook, but can do the bare minimum of helping like slicing and stuff and very easy recipes (projecting because i can't cook but am helpful 😭)

when you get your period mid date

The evening had started off perfectly. You and Sylus were sitting across from each other in one of the fanciest restaurants in town, your skin-tight dress fitting you like a glove. The low lights, soft music and clinking of glasses around you added to the elegance of the night. Sylus looked especially handsome tonight, his gaze on you steady and smoldering and his signature teasing smile made your heart flutter.

Everything was going smoothly—that is, until you felt that familiar pang low in your abdomen. You froze, hoping it was just nerves. But then, you felt a sinking dread as the sensation intensified. Trying not to panic, you excused yourself, offering Sylus a nervous smile. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Take your time, sweetie” he replied with a slight smirk. “Don’t go missing me too much.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, giving him a quick wave before heading to the bathroom. But once you were inside, your worst fear was confirmed: a noticeable stain had appeared on the back of your dress. Panic bubbled up in your chest as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, mortified. This wasn’t just any dress, either; it was a pale color, practically a magnet for accidents.

Not knowing what else to do, you took a shaky breath and pulled out your phone, dialing Sylus’s number with trembling fingers. He picked up on the first ring.

“Miss me already?” His voice was laced with humor, but you could practically hear the smile on his face.

“Sylus” you whispered, cringing at how shaky you sounded. “Can you… um… can you come to the bathroom? I need your help. It’s an emergency.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you hurt, kitten?”

“No! No, not hurt” you stammered, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just…my period..I’m stained!”

“Got it. Stay right there, I’m coming.” He hung up and you leaned against the counter, waiting anxiously. But as the seconds ticked by, you began to feel more and more self-conscious. What was taking him so long?

After what felt like an eternity, the bathroom door finally opened and there stood Sylus—with a designer shopping bag in his hand. You blinked, trying to process the sight.

“Sylus, what…?” You trailed off, completely baffled.

He smirked, holding up the bag. “What? Did you think I was going to leave my sweetie hanging?” He stepped forward, setting the bag down on the counter. “Got you a new dress. I figured you wouldn’t want to be seen with… you know.” He gestured vaguely, clearly trying to spare you any embarrassment.

Your jaw dropped, both at his thoughtfulness and at the brand-name logo on the bag. “Wait, you actually bought me a new dress? From there?” you asked, pointing out the door, toward the designer store just across the street.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Seemed like the right call. Plus, I got to take my time picking something pretty for you.” His smirk widened. “Had to make sure it’d look perfect on my kitten.”

You let out a small laugh, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude, though your cheeks burned at the thought of him going out of his way for this. “Sylus, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“How about you say you’ll wear it and let me get back to showing you off to the rest of the place?” he teased, handing the bag to you.

You reached for it, heart racing as you peeked inside. The dress was stunning, a rich, deep color that would look amazing on you, with a soft fabric that looked comfortable enough to help you feel more at ease.

“Sylus” you murmured, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Thank you.”

He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss over your forehead. “Anything for you, sweetie” he replied, his voice softer, his teasing tone gone for just a moment.

You felt your chest warm and you tried to look away, but he gently turned your face back toward him. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me now” he said, his smirk returning. “It’s cute, though. Didn’t know I could get my girl so flustered.”

You laughed, half-embarrassed and half-touched and stepped back toward the stall to change. “I’ll be right back” you promised, disappearing inside and slipping on the new dress. When you stepped out, you felt a little self-conscious, smoothing the fabric over your hips.

Sylus’s gaze met yours, his eyes lighting up with admiration. “Beautiful” he said simply, letting his gaze linger as if he were committing the sight to memory.

You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze but a smile crept onto your face as you looked at him. “Think we can go back and pretend like none of this happened?”

He chuckled, offering his arm with a grin. “Of course, kitten. I’ll even let you hold onto the bag—it’s yours, after all.”

You laughed, taking his arm, feeling a surge of confidence as he led you back to your table. Sylus didn’t just make you feel taken care of; he made you feel cherished, like every little detail about you was worth his time.

And as you settled back into your seat, he gave you a wink. “Next time, just call me sooner. Anything to keep my kitten comfortable, you know?”

You smiled, knowing he meant every word. The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen glances, and soft whispers and for the first time, you didn’t feel an ounce of insecurity—you were just glad to have Sylus by your side

[imagine-it-was-us]

ease || Lando Norris

Inspiration: Troye Sivan "Ease"

Author's note: First off – just like DTS, the F1 season of 2019 was dramatized to fit the narrative better. I tried to tie it to the events that actually happened as best as I could, but when you actually look at the season, Lando wasn't bad – the car was. Hope you like it.

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, declining mental health.

Summary: Amid the highs and lows of a debut Formula 1 season, Lando navigates the pressures of the sport, self-doubt, and the weight of expectations. Through late-night phone calls and quiet moments of vulnerability, he finds solace in the one person who sees beyond the headlines.

Word count: 2k+

[Phone ringing…]

"Lando?? Hii!"

"Hey, you answered!" He grinned, leaning back against the couch.

"Of course I did! It’s your first Grand Prix of the year! I’m literally getting ready to go to Oliver’s and watch it." A pause. "Also, you called me, so you expected me to be up, didn’t you?"

"Yeah… but I kinda thought you’d still be asleep."

"I couldn’t. The nerves barely let me." A small pause. "Speaking of which—how are you feeling?"

"Oh, the nerves are definitely there. Jon’s been on my case about it. I barely slept and just forced down breakfast. Outqualifying Carlos was bold, and now I’m wedged between Kimi and Kevin… Those guys have years of experience. It’s gonna be tough to hold my own. I know no one expects me to land a podium, but, you know… a point would be nice."

"Oh, come on, Lando. It’s your first career race as a holder of an F1 seat! You’re not a reserve anymore, but you can’t hold yourself to such a high standard already. I know you hate losing, and I know being here is your dream, but please—keep it realistic."

"I know, I know." He exhaled. "But that’s the thing – I love this. The nerves are there, sure, but the excitement? It’s bigger. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was a kid, and now it’s happening. It’s surreal. Like… I was just a fan, and now I’m in it."

"And that’s exactly why you need to enjoy it, Lando. Whether you finish in the points or not, everyone will be proud of you just for crossing that line. I’m already proud."

Lando chuckled softly. "Look at you, being my best cheerleader."

"I am! And you don’t give yourself enough credit for what you’ve done. You created this life for yourself. Now live it. To the fullest. Don’t let expectations steal the joy from you."

There was a quiet beat between them. Lando let the words sink in before murmuring, "Thanks."

"Anytime."

He glanced at the clock. "I should probably get going."

"Yeah. But Lando?"

"Hm?"

"Enjoy it. Every second of it."

A slow, growing smile spread across his face. "I will."

The call ended, but the words lingered.

_____________

[Phone ringing…]

"Hola, chica."

"Thank God, Lando." She exhaled sharply. "You’re alright?"

"Yeah, of course. Not a bruise on me. Just... gutted."

"I figured. It looked like quite the crash." A pause. "Obviously, I’m relieved you’re okay. Lance is as well, I guess?"

"Oh yeah, not a scratch."

"Lando–"

"I’m just really upset, you know?" He let out a breath, frustration laced in his voice. "I was already gutted after what happened in China, but at least then, I knew I didn’t do anything wrong. And today? Today, I did exactly what Kvyat did. I took someone out of the race. It wasn’t intentional, but… it doesn’t matter. I still feel like shit."

"Lando, accidents happen."

"I know." His voice dropped. "But that doesn’t help. What if McLaren thinks they made a mistake signing me? Maybe I should’ve stayed a reserve driver for another season, learned more before jumping in."

A silence stretched between them before he muttered, "All this driving is driving me crazy, actually."

Her heart clenched. "Oh, my sweet Lando… You’re doing it again, aren’t you? Beating yourself up over things that are part of the learning process?"

He didn’t answer right away. She could hear him shifting around, the rustle of fabric as he lay back against something.

"You’ve had, what? Five races?" she continued. "So what if half of them didn’t go as planned? Two of them did! You scored points, even outscored Carlos once. Do you really think McLaren doesn’t see that? That they’re not excited about what you’re bringing to the team? You’re learning. Even if today feels like a disaster, it’s just a part of the curve—"

"A really fucking steep curve."

"Maybe. But it’s still just a curve."

A heavy sigh left his lips.

"I appreciate your pep talks more than you know." He hesitated before adding, "I’m just… tired. And alone." His voice softened. "Maybe you’ll join me for the French GP? It’s not that far from home…"

She sighed. "Lando, I’m stuck at uni. Even Silverstone might be a struggle. But… I’ll try my best."

"Yeah." He let out a quiet chuckle. "Figured that was a long shot."

"But you’re coming home tomorrow, right?"

"I am, but I heard we have to go straight to MTC. They want us to go over everything, break it all down so we can learn from these mistakes. Might not have much time at home."

"We’ll figure something out, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

A beat of silence, then she sighed. "Look, I have to go. I have a shift at the café. But, Lando?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please take care of yourself."

A pause. Then, softer than before– "I’ll try."

_____________

[Phone ringing…]

"Hi, Lan, sorry—I was just on the phone with Cisca."

"Oh, so that’s how we’re catching up now, huh? Interrogating my mother?"

"Actually," she paused briefly, "it was the other way around."

A beat of silence.

"What do you mean?" His confusion was audible.

"She’s worried about you. Especially after today. And…" she hesitated, unsure of how he’d take it, "she thinks you’re not being honest about how hard this lifestyle really is on you."

A sigh. A shift of fabric.

"And what did you say to her?" His voice was careful, guarded.

"I didn’t throw you under the bus, if that’s what you’re thinking." She let out a small breath. "But Lan… she knows. She’s your mother. Of course, she knows. And honestly? I think she’s right."

"Right about what?"

"That it’s taking a toll on you, even if you won’t admit it." A pause. "And that you’re not talking to anyone about it. Not even me."

"Listen–"

"It’s okay, Lando, I get it." Her tone softened. "You’ve always been the one to brush things off, to keep things light, to act like none of this weighs you down. But I know you too well for that. I see it, even if you don’t say it."

A silence stretched between them. For a moment, she thought he had hung up.

Then–

"When the paparazzi swarmed me today, when they kept pushing and shouting questions about the car, my career, if I thought I was failing—" he exhaled sharply, his voice falling quieter, as if he was telling a secret. "I thought, ‘I’m afraid of the life that I’ve made.’"

Her heart clenched.

"I knew what I was stepping into. I dreamt about this. But I never imagined people could be so cruel, so invasive. And then there’s all the articles, all the headlines about McLaren’s downfall, and guess whose face they always put next to them? Not Carlos. Me."

"That’s bullshit, what they are doing."

"It is." His voice was raw. "I get that Carlos is performing better, but blaming everything on me? Acting like I’m the reason the team is struggling? It’s just… unfair."

"You’re right. It is unfair." She wanted to reach through the phone, to shake him, to remind him of how much he’d already accomplished. "But tell me, Lando – what can we do? How can I help? How can your family, your friends… what do you need?"

Another pause. Then, softer–

"I don’t know."

But at least for the first time, he didn’t brush her off.

She held onto that small win and carried on. "Well, your parents are coming to France and Austria." A beat. "And I’m doing everything in my power to join you in Silverstone."

He let out a breath, but she wasn’t done.

"Lando, what people say online? It’s bullshit. They don’t know you. They see what they want to see, and they make judgments from the outside. Don’t give them the power to decide how you feel about yourself."

Silence hummed between them for a moment before he muttered, almost to himself, "I just realized that on top of everything, I’m a shit boyfriend. I didn’t even ask you how uni is going."

She huffed, exasperated. "Bullshit talking again, Lan."

A small, tired chuckle from his end.

"Call me an idiot, or just in love, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me." Her voice softened. "And my struggles? They’re practically nonexistent compared to yours. I don’t have the whole world judging my every step."

A deep breath, a sigh.

"That doesn’t mean they don’t matter."

"Chill, we catch on to my boring life plenty. Same old, not failing and exams are coming at the end of June. I will be fine. As long as you are."

____________

[Phone ringing…]

[Phone ringing…]

[Phone ringing…]

"Lando, thank God you picked up. Talk to me, please"

On her end, the faint hum of the city – cars rushing past, muffled voices, footsteps against pavement. On his end? Nothing.

A shaky breath. Then – his voice, barely above a whisper. "I just don’t think I can do it anymore."

He hated admitting it. Hated how the words tasted like failure on his tongue. But God, he was so tired of trying to hide it. 

Her grip on the phone tightened.

It was just one article. One goddamn article. McLaren considering a lineup change. His picture plastered all over it. He didn’t even read the full thing—if he had, he would’ve seen it was about 2021, about Sainz’s contract coming to an end, about how McLaren needed to step up to keep Carlos.

But he never got that far.

The comments were enough.

That McLaren made a mistake promoting him. That he was too young. That he was the reason McLaren kept failing.

He swallowed. She could hear it.

"What if they are right? What if stepping down would be the most mature thing to do. McLaren believed in me so much, I can’t help feeling like I’m failing them."

"Lando, you are not failing anyone. That article wasn’t even about you."

"You just say that to make me feel better.” A humorless chuckle. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this?"

"Stop. You are at the hotel, right?"

"Yes."

Silence stretched between them. He exhaled shakily, bracing himself for whatever comfort she was about to offer – except before he could even process her question, there was a hard knock against his door.

"Are you–?" His voice, laced with disbelief.

"Open the door."

He heard it both coming through the door and the phone. 

His heart stuttered. With hesitant steps, he unlocked the door, and the moment it swung open, she was there – standing in front of him, eyes scanning his face, taking him in. And he must’ve looked like shit, because she didn’t hesitate.

The door clicked shut behind them as she dropped the handbag and stepped forward, wrapping herself around him. No hesitation, no questions. Just warmth.

He froze for half a second before melting into it, arms tightening around her, his cheek resting against the top of her head. Her touch was comforting. She smelled like home. Like the one place where nothing hurt.

She buried her face in his chest as she spoke softly. "You are none of the things internet trolls make you out to be. Your family and friends are rooting for you every time you cross that line, whether it’s P6 or DNF. Your team? They believe in you, you weren’t offered the seat by mistake or pure luck, it was your skill that guaranteed that. Carlos?" She hesitated for a beat. "He’s extremely proud to have you as a teammate, you keep him on his toes, and he’s worried sick about you."

His brows furrowed. "Carlos?"

"Before you say anything, I’ve been keeping in touch with him since you introduced us in Silverstone, he was just keeping an eye on you. How do you think I knew which room to go to?" She let out a small chuckle. "He cares about you, Lan. We all do." 

He didn’t respond. He didn’t have to. He just held on tighter, like letting go would send him spiraling again.

"This bullshit will pass. Don’t let them win. You don’t shut them up by stepping down, Lan. You do it by proving them wrong."

She could feel his breathing slow, the way his shoulders – usually burdened with the weight of the world – dropped ever so slightly. Maybe things wouldn’t miraculously get better overnight. Maybe the doubt wouldn’t disappear in a snap. 

But he still felt the fragile sense of ease building in his chest. 

[violetszn]

two

summary ✩ you’ve noticed vi sneaking out at night for a while now, but when you finally ask about it, she just smirks and invites you along. you don’t expect to end up in a crowded club with her hands on your waist, or for the teasing to turn into something else entirely, blurring the lines between roommates and something else.

warnings ✩ 5.4k ✩ swearing, innuendos (a common pattern w/ vi), drinking, vi gets kinda touchy, reader gets pretty drunk

notes ✩ popping in to mention that i’m also posting this on ao3 under the same name <33

⇦ chapters ⇨

The smell of pizza and wings drifts through the apartment, making your stomach growl as you sink into the couch. You’d just gotten home from a tutoring session that went by surprisingly smoothly. Vi plops down beside you, tossing you a plate before grabbing a slice for herself. She grins, watching you grab your own slice.

"So," she says between bites, "how was class today? And… tutoring, right?"

You exhale, slumping against the cushions. "Long. Mondays drain the life out of me, but yeah. Tutoring wasn’t too bad, honestly. My student actually aced the exam we’ve been studying for, so that’s a win."

Vi smirks. "Bet that felt like a miracle."

"You have no idea," you say, rubbing your eyes sleepily. "What about you? How was your day?"

She leans back, stretching her legs out. "Not bad. Classes were fine, same old, same old. Spent the last hour giving a lesson to one of my students. She’s getting better, but her footwork still needs work. Keeps dropping her guard, which is just begging to get knocked out."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sounds rough."

Vi shrugs, biting into a wing. "Tough love. If she wants to learn, she’s gotta be ready to take a hit. It’s how I got better."

You shake your head, amused. The conversation flows easily after that, carrying on through dinner until eventually, the night winds down.

Vi stands, stretching her arms over her head, muscles flexing under the soft apartment lighting. She lets out a quiet sigh as she relaxes, then turns her gaze on you, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips.

"Alright, I’m heading to bed," she says, stepping closer. Close enough that you can pick up the faint scent of her soap, her subtle woodsy, vanilla scent that just screams her.

But she doesn’t move away.

Instead, she tilts her head slightly, eyes flickering over you in a way that makes your skin warm. "You should get some sleep too, trouble. Hate to see you all worn out like this," she muses, voice dipping just slightly. Then, after a beat, she grins. "Well… maybe not hate it. The tired look is kinda hot on you. Maybe… I should wear you out more often?"

Your brain short-circuits. Did she just…?

You can feel the heat creeping up your neck, but before you can think of a response — hell, before you can even process what kind of response would be appropriate — Vi runs her fingers up your hand, her touch slow, deliberate. Then, with one last amused glance, she steps away, disappearing into her room.

You just stand there. Frozen. Flustered. Why’s the room suddenly so hot?

You let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the counter before dragging yourself toward your bedroom. Once inside, you shut the door and lean against it, pressing your palms over your face.

God, how does she always leave you so flustered?

Shaking your head, you crawl into bed, snuggling up under the covers. Sleep comes quickly, your body sinking into much-needed rest.

Thud.

You jolt awake, heart hammering at the sudden noise from the living room. Your mind scrambles, still heavy with sleep, but a hint of anxiety creeps in at the thought of something – someone — being out there.

Logically, you know the chances of a break-in are slim to none. The apartment is secure, the locks in place. And besides, there’s a hot, strong woman sleeping in the room across from yours. Nothing would happen to you with Vi around… right?

Still, your nerves buzz as you quietly slip out of bed, stepping toward your door and peering out. The apartment is dim, shadows stretching across the floor under the glow of the streetlights outside. You move toward Vi’s door, knocking softly.

"Vi?"

No answer.

A small, uneasy knot twists in your stomach. You hesitate for only a second before pushing the door open.

"Hey, Vi, did you…?" Your voice trails off.

The room is empty. The bed is untouched, the sheets still smooth from when she made them earlier. Your pulse kicks up a notch. She’s gone. There’s no sign of her anywhere in the apartment.

You quickly retreat to your room, reaching for your phone, ready to call her, but then you hear it. The faint click of the front door opening. Slowly and carefully, you peek out through the crack in your door.

Vi steps inside, moving with the kind of careful precision that screams don’t get caught. She’s trying to be quiet, trying to slip back in unnoticed. 

You watch, stunned, as she closes the door behind her and exhales softly. Her movements are practiced, like this is routine. Like she’s done this before.

She heads your way.

You barely have time to pull back, quietly shutting your door and throwing yourself back into bed. Your heart pounds as you force your breathing to even out.

You hear her bedroom door open, then close. Whatever she was doing, she clearly didn’t want to be caught. She doesn’t owe you an explanation, but… something about this doesn’t sit right.

You swallow hard, staring up at the ceiling. You’ll ask her about it in the morning. For now, you pretend you don’t know. You aren’t even sure why you feel so… odd about the entire situation. Maybe she needed to go help someone with something? Or maybe she needed to clear her head? 

The number of completely normal reasons for her to be out so late should be enough for you to just shut your eyes and get over it. Unfortunately, your brain has other plans and you spend the rest of the night racking your brain for the most plausible explanation.

The next morning, everything feels normal. Or at least, as normal as it can feel after you spent the night convincing yourself of the most out-of-pocket reasons for Vi sneaking out late.

Vi moves around the kitchen, fixing herself a quick breakfast while you go about your usual routine. There’s no sign of the lack of sleep from last night, no stiffness in her movements, no indication that she snuck out at all. If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you’d never suspect a thing.

Still, the question lingers in the back of your mind.

You wait until the moment feels right, casual enough that it won’t raise her defenses. As you rinse out your glass, you finally go for it.

"Hey, so… where were you last night?"

Vi, who had been mid-bite of her toast, pauses just slightly. It’s quick, so quick you might’ve missed it if you weren’t watching her closely.

You continue, keeping your tone light. "I heard something fall, so I went to check, but you were gone."

For a moment, she just chews, like she’s thinking about her answer. Then, with an easy shrug, she swallows and says, "Couldn't sleep. Went out for a run to clear my head."

Her response is smooth, effortless. It should make sense. Vi is an athlete; a late-night run wouldn’t be out of the question. But the way she says it, like it’s been prepared in advance, makes something in your gut twist.

You lean against the counter, arms crossed. "At, like, three in the morning?"

Vi smirks, grabbing her glass. "Yeah. Helps me burn off excess energy." She takes a sip, then raises a brow at you. "Why? You worried about me, cupcake?"

Your face warms at the nickname, but you don’t let it distract you. You give her a look. "I mean, kinda? It was the middle of the night and that’s usually when it gets a little rougher out there. A little risky, don’t you think?"

Vi just chuckles, shaking her head. "I can handle myself."

She says it like it’s obvious, like there’s not a single doubt in her mind. And maybe there isn’t. You exhale, watching her, trying to decide if you should push further. But the way she’s looking at you; half amused, half like she knows you won’t get anything out of her, tells you it’d be a losing battle.

"Just… be careful. Please," you say finally.

Vi grins, reaching over to nudge your arm with her knuckles. "Always am. Don’t worry, cupcake."

Vi’s grin lingers, but there’s something unreadable in her gaze as she watches you. Maybe she’s waiting to see if you’ll push further. Maybe she’s already thinking of a way to shut you down if you do.

But you shake your head at yourself, exhaling a quiet laugh. “A walk makes sense though, sorry. You didn’t even have to answer that — I don’t know what I was thinking.” You awkwardly scratch the back of your neck, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even bringing it up. “You don’t owe me any explanation about where you were, you’re an adult. Just… I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Something flickers across Vi’s face. Something softer, less guarded.

“Yeah?” she muses, tilting her head slightly.

You nod. “Yeah.”

For a second, she just looks at you, like she’s trying to figure you out. Then, with a small smirk, she leans back against the counter, arms crossing over her chest. “That’s sweet, gorgeous. Didn’t know you cared so much.”

Your face heats up immediately. “I—I don’t—”

Vi laughs, pushing off the counter and stretching her arms over her head. “Relax, I’m messing with you,” she teases. “But really, I appreciate it.”

“You are… a menace, Violet,” I huff, turning off the sink as I finish cleaning my dishes. It’s quick and almost unnoticeable but Vi pauses, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink at the sound of her name coming from your lips. Normally she preferred Vi over anything but there’s just something about the way you sound saying her name. Violet. 

“Yeah, you love it, cupcake.”

She sends you a wink, playing off her own flustered reaction, before grabbing her glass and strolling off. She  leaves you standing there, heart hammering, still trying to process the way she always manages to leave you flustered.

A few more months of living with Vi, and the pattern is impossible to ignore.

She sneaks out often, seemingly always at night, always returning at some ungodly hour, trying – and failing – to act like she’d been there the whole time. By now, you know the signs. The way her door creaks open around 1 AM. The barely-there sound of her footsteps sneaking through the apartment. The quiet shuffle of the front door unlocking, then locking again. And then, without fail, she stumbles back in around 4 AM, sore and bruised in ways she never was the night before.

You’d let it go before. But now? Now it’s getting worrisome. You were scared she was doing something that could get her seriously hurt. Vander did say she could get herself into trouble sometimes. Was this it?

It’s the weekend, and the two of you are sitting on the couch, controllers in hand, having just finished a few intense rounds of a video game. Vi stretches, letting out a satisfied groan, then tosses her controller onto the coffee table.

“Damn, trouble, I almost had you that time.”

“You really didn’t, Violet,” you tease, nudging her with your knee.

Vi lets out an almost bashful laugh, turning her attention to the controller in her hand in an attempt to hide the blush that burns along her cheeks. She sets the controller on the coffee table, about to get up and head to her room, but you stop her before she can.

“Hey, Vi? Can we talk… please?”

She pauses, brow raising slightly, before flopping back down onto the couch beside you. “That sounds serious.”

You hesitate, shifting slightly. “So… you remember that night a few months ago? When you were out super late and I asked about it, and you said you were on a walk?”

Vi leans back, giving you a slow nod, like she knows where this is going.

You take a breath. “That… wasn’t true, was it?”

A flicker of something unreadable flashes in her eyes, but she keeps her expression neutral.

“You’re out nearly every weekend, Vi. You always come back late, sometimes looking like you got into something you shouldn’t have.” You look at her earnestly. “I’m not asking you to tell me everything, I just… I just wanna know that you’re safe. That you’re not in any danger or doing something that could get you seriously hurt — it’s honestly kind of freaking me out, not knowing what you’re up to or if you’re alright.”

For a moment, she says nothing. Her brows are furrowed, her lower lip tugged between her teeth as she anxiously chews at it. Then, a slow, sheepish smile tugs at her lips.

“Oh! You… noticed that, huh?” She lets out a short, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Look, it’s not what it looks like. I just… I like to go clubbing sometimes. A lot. Super late.”

You blink. 

“Clubbing?”

Vi shrugs, forcing an easy grin. “Yeah. It’s kind of a guilty pleasure of mine. I like blowing off steam after a long week. Just dancing, drinking, y’know, nothing too wild.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “I sneak around ‘cause I don’t wanna wake you or convince you I’m some kind of party animal or whatever, but I guess I’m not too good at that, huh?”

It’s obviously a lie. There’s something about the way she says it, like she’s testing whether you’ll buy it or not. But you don’t comment on it. You figure, when she’s ready she’ll tell you.

Vi leans in slightly, eyes scanning your face. “Hey, actually… why don’t I show you? The club, I mean.”

You blink. “What?”

“If you don’t believe me, come with me tomorrow night,” she says, voice laced with amusement. “I’ll prove it to you. C’mon, cupcake.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, weighing the offer. If she’s lying, then maybe this is a chance to find out what she’s really up to. And if she’s telling the truth… well, maybe a night out with Vi wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“…Alright,” you say finally, crossing your arms. “But if I end up hating it, you owe me dessert or something.”

Vi smirks, eyes glinting with something playful. “Deal.”

She pushes herself up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head. “Guess you better make sure you have something to wear,” she teases, casting a lingering glance over you before heading toward her room. “Not that you won’t look hot no matter what you wear.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t fight the warmth creeping up your neck.

The next night, you stand in front of your mirror, smoothing your hands over your dress. It’s black, short, and hugs your body just right. Maybe a little too right. It makes you wonder why you’d even agreed to this? You’re not used to dressing like this, but if Vi is dragging you out to a club, you might as well look the part. The boots you slide on add just the right amount of edge, balancing out your outfit.

You take a steadying breath before stepping back, tilting your head as you take in your reflection. It’s fine. Totally fine. It’s just a club, and it’s just Vi. Nothing to freak out about.

Then there’s a knock on your door.

"You ready, trouble?" Vi’s voice is casual, but there’s something in her tone. Something smooth and expectant that sends a shiver down your spine. You swallow, clearing your throat before opening the door.

And you immediately regret it.

Vi is standing there, leaning against the frame like she owns the place. She’s got on a tight white top, black ripped jeans that sit just right on her hips, and of course, her usual leather jacket. Her hair has gotten long — or at least, longer than it was when you first met — strands falling past her sharp jawline, and her usual cocky smirk is nowhere to be found.

Because she’s staring at you. Hard.

Her gaze starts at your face, then drops lower, trailing down the curve of your dress, lingering on the way it clings to you. She shifts slightly, jaw tightening, before wetting her lips.

“Damn,” she mutters, voice a little rougher than usual.

Heat floods your face. "What? Is it bad? Should I change?"

“No! Fuck, no.” Vi lets out a slow breath, shaking her head like she’s trying to clear it. ”Don’t change. It’s nothing, just… shit, hot stuff, you tryna kill me?"

Your stomach flips, but you cross your arms, feigning nonchalance. "Hot stuff? Really?"

Vi pushes off the doorframe, stepping in closer — far closer than she needs to. "Absolutely." Her voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s something else in it too, something that makes your breath hitch.

You huff out a laugh, trying to ignore the way her presence sends sparks across your skin. “I could say the same about you.” Your eyes flick down, taking in her outfit. How the snug white top stretches across her chest, the way her jacket frames her broad shoulders. You shake your head, looking back up at her. “You don’t even have to try, do you, Violet?”

Vi grins, shifting her weight. “Oh, but I definitely did tonight.”

Something shifts between you. The air thickens, crackling with an energy neither of you are acknowledging, but both of you are feeling. You can see it in the way Vi's eyes darken slightly, the way her fingers twitch like she wants to reach out.

For a split second, it almost feels like she will.

But then she clears her throat, stepping back. "C’mon, hot stuff," she says, the usual teasing lilt returning to her voice. "Let’s go have some fun, hmm?"

And just like that, the moment passes, but the heat lingers. You take a steadying breath before following her out the door, heart pounding.

About twenty minutes later, you step into the club, the heavy bass vibrating through your chest, flashing lights casting neon streaks over the sea of bodies moving together in rhythm. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something sweet. It’s a scene you’re not quite used to, a far cry from the quiet comfort of your shared apartment.

But Vi is right beside you. And somehow, that makes it okay.

She catches the slight hesitation in your eyes as you take it all in, her grip tightening around your hand just enough to ground you. Then she leans in, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she murmurs, “Stick with me, okay? I won't let anything happen to you.”

The promise in her voice, low and steady, sends a shiver down your spine. Maybe it’s the warmth of her breath against your skin, or the way she keeps you close, the firm press of her body against yours as she maneuvers you both through the crowd.

Vi knows this place. It’s obvious in the way the bouncers nod at her in recognition, parting the way without question. The way she moves, effortless and in control. The way people watch her, some with curiosity, others with something deeper; respect, admiration, maybe even intimidation.

But Vi doesn’t pay them any mind. Her focus is entirely on you. She feels a rush of pride having you here with her, knowing that, at least for tonight, you’re hers.

When you reach the bar, Vi turns to face you, her blue-grey eyes glinting under the neon glow, something playful and dark swirling in them. Her lips curl into a slow, teasing grin.

“What can I get you to drink, babe?”

Your heart stutters in your chest. Maybe it’s the pet name, or the way her voice drops just enough to make the question feel like something more than casual.

You exhale, pretending she doesn’t affect you as much as she does. “Well… I don’t have class tomorrow, so… shots? I’m down for whatever.”

Vi chuckles, stepping even closer, her presence all-consuming. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You barely register her waving down the bartender because her hand rests on your knee, casual and possessive all at once, her thumb tracing absentminded circles against your skin. It’s nothing, really. Just a touch. But it sets you on fire.

And by the look in Vi’s eyes, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

After a few shots, the club’s neon lights seem warmer, the bass vibrating through your chest like a second heartbeat. You’re not drunk, not really, but the alcohol has softened the edges of everything, making you bolder, making Vi’s presence beside you feel even more electrifying.

She’s close, closer than she’s been all night. Her hand still rests on your knee, fingers idly tracing patterns against the fabric of your dress your bare thigh. Every brush of her skin against yours sends a thrill down your spine, and you don’t think she even realizes what she’s doing to you. Or maybe she does.

Vi smirks, tilting her head as she watches you. “So tell me about yourself, trouble,” she murmurs, voice dipping into something dangerously smooth, “not the stuff i already know — the stuff you wouldn’t just tell anyone. You ever do anything… crazy? Something wild? Something worthy of your nickname?”

You blink at her, cheeks already warm from the drinks and the way she’s looking at you. “Depends on what you mean by wild,” you say, swirling the rim of your shot glass.

Vi leans in slightly, her smirk deepening. “Surprise me.”

The alcohol clouds your judgment just enough to let the words slip free before you can second-guess them. “Well… there was this one time when I was eighteen. I snuck a girl I was seeing into my room so we could… y’know.”

Vi raises an eyebrow, amused. “Y’know?” she echoes, her lips twitching.

You roll your eyes, feeling your face heat. “Shut up, don’t make me spell it out.”

Vi chuckles, her fingers drumming lightly against your thigh as her hand slowly inches up your bare leg. “So? Did you get away with it?”

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head. “Not even close. My parents caught us. But after the night I’d had, I didn’t even care.”

The second the confession leaves your lips, you realize how easily you just handed Vi that piece of information. You snap your mouth shut, your stomach flipping with regret.

Vi, of course, looks absolutely delighted. “Damn, trouble,” she drawls, reaching for another shot. “Guess the nickname does fit, huh?”

You groan, grabbing your own shot just to avoid her gaze. “I’m not—”

Vi hums, unconvinced, tipping her glass back effortlessly. When she sets it down, she leans in, her breath warm against your skin. “Maybe not anymore,” she muses, her voice like a slow burn. “But I bet I could change that.”

Your breath catches.

A few shots later, you’re practically floating. Your skin tingles, your cheeks are flushed, and your thigh feels electric from the slow, teasing strokes of Vi’s hand beneath your dress. Her hand had gotten further up as the night went on, sending sparks through your entire body.  You’re caught up in conversation, half words, half laughter, all drowned in the warmth of her presence, when a familiar beat pulses through the club speakers.

“Oh, fuck, I love this song!” you perk up, eyes lighting up with excitement.

Vi smirks, giving your thigh one last slow squeeze before pulling her hand away. “Yeah?” she murmurs, standing to her full height. Then, with an outstretched hand and a glint in her eye, she challenges, “Come dance with me, then, gorgeous.”

You don’t hesitate.

The second your fingers lace with hers, Vi tugs you onto the dance floor, weaving through the crowd like she’s done this a million times before. The bass vibrates beneath your feet, bodies pressing in from every side, but none of it matters. Not when Vi suddenly spins you around and pulls you flush against her, your back meeting the firm heat of her front.

Her hands find your waist, fingers splayed wide, keeping you close as she starts to move. A slow grind, perfectly in sync with the pulsing rhythm. Her breath ghosts against your ear, hot and teasing.

“Just follow my lead,” she murmurs, her lips grazing the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

Your body responds before your brain even catches up. You match her movements effortlessly, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with hers. Her hands roam over your curves, guiding you with every shift and roll of your body against hers. The club fades away; no flashing lights, no lingering gazes, just the heat between you and Vi, the way she feels like she was made to hold you like this.

If it weren’t for the alcohol blurring every trace of your thoughts, you’d be full-on panicking. Because this? This is so far beyond platonic. But that thought never even has a chance to take root. All you can focus on is the song vibrating through your chest and Vi’s hands keeping you pressed so deliciously close.

Then, she twirls you around, your chest colliding with hers.

Your breath catches, arms instinctively looping around her neck, and fuck, she’s so close. Every inch of her is against you, her grip firm at your waist, her breath fanning across your lips. The tension thrums like a live wire between you, thick enough to drown in.

“You’re…” Your words trail off as your head tilts, resting against her shoulder, your lips just barely brushing the skin of her neck. “You’re so hot, Violet,” you murmur, your voice slow and dreamy, drunk on liquor and Vi all at once.

Her fingers flex at your waist, gripping you tighter. And before you can even think — before you can question yourself — your lips graze her neck in the lightest, briefest kiss.

It’s barely a whisper of contact. Soft. Fleeting. But it sets something off in Vi.

Her grip tightens. For a moment, Vi is stunned, her body stiffening as your lips trail up her neck. She squeezes your hips, then her hand finds the back of your neck, tugging you forward to press your lips against hers. The kiss is a shock, like a jolt of electricity crackling down her spine, setting every nerve ending alight. But the surprise is fleeting, melting away as a wave of something deeper, something raw and intoxicating, washes over her.

Her eyes flutter shut as she gives in, her body relaxing, molding against yours as she returns the kiss with slow, deliberate hunger. One hand slides into your hair, fingers tangling through the strands as she tugs you impossibly closer. A low, deep sound rumbles in her throat, barely audible over the pulsing music, but it’s there. A sound of want, of need.

She tastes the lingering tang of alcohol on your lips, but beneath it, there’s something else, something that’s purely you, and it’s addicting. The heat of your body against hers, the press of your curves against her lean frame, has her pressing in deeper, her free hand gripping your waist, anchoring herself to the moment.

When the kiss finally breaks, Vi pulls back just slightly, her breath coming hard and uneven. Her blue-gray eyes are dark and lidded, pupils blown wide with something neither of you are ready to name. Her lips are parted, still tingling from the ghost of your touch, and for a moment, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.”

Just as you're about to pull Vi in for more, a sharp, mocking voice cuts through the haze.

"Seriously, Vi? Her?" the girl scoffs, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she eyes you up and down, her jealousy barely masked by a smirk. You’re not quite thinking straight but you’re fairly certain this girl is in your psych class. "Didn’t think you’d go for her type. Thought you liked a challenge."

Vi lets out a slow breath, her grip on your waist tightening for just a second before she turns, her expression unreadable. "Savi," she says flatly, "you really gotta move on. It’s getting sad."

Savi huffs a laugh, tilting her head as she eyes Vi with a smirk. “Move on? Please. I just didn’t realize you were into desperation.” Her gaze flicks to you, full of thinly veiled disdain. “Guess everyone has their weaknesses, huh?”

Vi’s jaw flexes, but she doesn’t take the bait. Instead, she exhales sharply through her nose before turning back to you. “C’mon, baby. Let’s head back home before our night’s completely ruined.” Her voice is steady, but you can feel the irritation thrumming beneath her words.

As Vi starts to lead you away, Savi calls out one last time, her voice dripping with amusement. “That’s cute, you know. You two playing house together.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Bet that’ll end well.”

Vi doesn’t even glance back, but you feel the way her muscles tense under your touch, her grip on your waist just a little firmer as she guides you toward the exit.

By the time you both step out of the club, the night air hitting your skin, Vi seems completely sobered up. You, on the other hand, are still feeling the effects of the alcohol, your movements a little slower, your thoughts a little hazy.

Vi stays close the entire ride home, her touch never straying too far — her knee brushing against yours, her hand on your thigh, her fingers occasionally grazing your own. It’s grounding, comforting, and you lean into it without a second thought.

When you finally make it back to your apartment, Vi gently guides you to sit on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. A moment later, she’s pressing a glass of water into your hands, sitting beside you with an expectant look. “Drink,” she says simply.

You take a few slow sips before glancing at her. “So… Savi,” you start, watching the way Vi’s expression immediately shifts to irritation. “What’s her deal?”

Vi exhales, running a hand through her hair. “She’s just some girl who doesn’t seem to get that I’m not into her,” she says, shaking her head. “I turned her down nicely the first time, but she doesn’t know when to quit. She’s convinced I’m playing hard to get or whatever and that I’m desperate for her attention.”

You hum, taking another sip of water before meeting Vi’s gaze. “You don’t seem to mind my attention, Violet,” you point out, a teasing edge to your voice. The alcohol had clearly not worn off.

Vi smirks. “That’s different, trouble,” she murmurs.

Your body moves before your mind fully catches up, the alcohol still clouding your better judgment. You straddle her lap, hands resting on her shoulders as you lean in, your lips just a breath away from hers. “Different how?” you whisper.

Vi inhales sharply, her hands instinctively finding your waist, her grip firm but not pulling you closer. For a moment, she looks tempted, her eyes flickering to your lips. But then, with a reluctant groan, she pulls back just enough to put space between you. “Not like this,” she murmurs. “I’m not doing this while you’re drunk.”

You pout slightly, but Vi just chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “But,” she continues, her voice low and promising, “if you wake up tomorrow, sober, and you still want me?” Her fingers trace absent patterns against your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “Then, sweetheart… I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” you mumble, resting your head on her shoulder. She lets out a soft laugh and you feel her lips press against your forehead.

“Promise.”

As sleep tugs at your eyelids, you barely register the way your body sags against Vi’s. Your head rests against her shoulder, the warmth of her body lulling you closer to unconsciousness. Vi lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head.

"Alright, sweetheart," she murmurs, effortlessly slipping her arms beneath you. Before you can even protest — not that you have the energy to — she lifts you into her arms with ease.

You hum something incoherent, nuzzling closer into her as she carries you to your room. Vi nudges the door open with her foot before gently laying you down onto your bed. As she pulls the blanket over you, her gaze lingers on your face, softening. With a quiet sigh, she brushes her knuckles lightly against your cheek before stepping away.

tags ✩ @jupitism @fungalinfectionyeast @mk-a-1 @rhian88 @baylegend6 @lovely-wisteria @antobooh @arahiraaai @vxtanne31 @starletfemme @daughterofthemoons-stuff @rosesgaloree @sillyloafff @mellohatesyou @violetwifey @ilysupercorp @eriiwaii @elliesngirl @avalovesmus1c @pryncess123

[viperineee]

thinking about mean!reader and sub!abby again | modern au

part two of this

cw: more mean!reader cause it does not leave my brain, sub!abby, semi-public sex, kinda freeuse!abby, office sex, fingering, hair pulling, degradation, strap-on sex, back shots with abby cause god yes please, kissing finally, overstim

it’s been about two weeks since you fucked abby in her apartment. she hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, every time she thinks about it her boxers get damp with a little wet spot. she ended things with the marketing girl, now spending her time walking past your cubicle. she’s somehow gotten more insufferable, wanting you to fuck the little brains she had out once more.

you sat at your desk, staring at your computer. you were already in a shitty mood, your period ended three days ago and you’ve been extremely horny. and since masturbating isn’t helping you this time around, your fuse was shorter this week. with abby upping your workload, you were beyond fed up. so, you waited til the end of the day, when everyone left and the office was empty, to walk to abby’s office.

she was doing paperwork, and when you pushed open her door, she couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a beat. her eyes looked at the purse you carried, but she tore her attention away as you shut the door, locking it behind you and approaching her. without a word, you grab the collar of her shirt, pulling her up from her chair.

“every time i think you can’t get fucking worse, you find my last nerve and line dance on it.” you swipe all of the stuff off of her desk with no regard for it’s importance. you took a fistful of her shirt, pulling her close and crashing your lips onto hers. she was struggling to keep up with the ferocity you kissed her with, and it only pissed you off more. you bring your lips down to her neck, harshly sucking dark marks into the freckled skin as she whimpered.

“shut up, anderson. i’m not in the mood to hear your fucking voice.” you say, sinking your teeth into the skin before pulling away. she nodded, and your hand snakes down her chest, harshly groping her tits through her top. in the back of your mind, you felt the small amount of enjoyment you got from how they fit into your hand. you wouldn’t ever admit that out loud though.

you tug at her shirt, watching the buttons fall onto the floor. you push up her sports bra, thumb and index finger pinching her nipple. poor girl couldn’t help the gasp that left her throat at your roughness. “you just don’t fucking listen.” you shake your head, palm smacking her tit harshly before making quick work of her pants. at least her brain was quick to process your silent instructions, kicking her shoes off and stepping out of her pants.

with your hands gripping the flesh of her hips, you push her onto the top of her desk. abby leaned back on her elbows, face flushed a light shade of pink. “you’re so easy, abby. you’d probably let everyone on the floor fuck if it meant your pussy would get filled.” you scoff, pulling her boxers down and letting them hang off of one of her ankles.

“n-no, i wouldn’t.” she spoke up, and you slapped her cunt, watching her clench around nothing but air. “didn’t i say i didn’t want to hear you? why don’t you ever just shut the fuck up and follow directions?” you ask her, rhetorically of course. gathering the slick from her pussy on the tips of your index and middle finger, you glide them up to her clit, circling the bud. her head fell back, and her hips began to grind against your fingers.

your forearm pressed against her lower stomach, keeping her as still as possible. “stop moving. you should be grateful i wanna fuck you anyway. you’re probably too dumb to fuck yourself, huh? always need someone doing the work. where are your manners?” you ask her, using the slick from her dripping pussy as lube, pushing your middle and index finger inside her hole. you look up at her, watching her tits jiggle with every thrust of your fingers. her eyes were glazed over with lust, bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

you rolled your eyes, circling her clit with your thumb. “you can speak now.” you told her, and she practically fell apart. pathetic, high pitched moans pulled from her throat. “thank-thank you, shitttt, thank you so much. needed you fuckin’ me so bad.” she keened, clawing at the desk. your arm moved from her stomach, hiking your skirt up and pulling your panties down.

you prop one leg on the desk, placing your pussy directly on her thigh. she watched you, and somehow you using her thigh to get yourself off made her orgasm teeter near the edge. you felt her clench around your fingers, her walls signaling her impending orgasm. “so help me god, abby, you better fucking hold it.” you warn her, rutting against her thigh quickly.

the sad truth was you’ve been so pent up recently, it wouldn’t take much to get you to cum. abby bit the back of her hand, trying anything to keep herself from cumming around her fingers. she knew how mean you were, and she was trying to cum today. god she was pathetic, she obeyed your every order like a dog. you were almost one hundred percent she would let you fuck her until she squirted in front of the entire office.

the thought of doing that had you bucking wildly against her thigh. thoughts about her face, fucked out and stupid, crying as you fucked her cunt raw. “fuck!” you moan, grabbing her hand and making her push her fingers into your pussy. “that’s it abby, actually doing good for such a dumb bitch. you wanna fuck my pussy? you wanna make me feel good?” you ask, and she did her best, curling her fingers until she found your g-spot.

“yes, wa-nna make you cum, please. i’ll be so good.” she begged, and you nod. “you better make me cum, then. show me you’re more than just a hole for me to fuck.” you place a hand around her throat, pressing into the sides. you couldn’t deny how good her fingers felt, and you both moaned out in sync, a pornographic harmony as you came at the same time.

you pulled your fingers out of her, tapping her clit as she leaked cum onto her desk. you got yourself off of her thigh, and as good as you felt from cumming around her fingers, you were also mad. you looked down at her, writhing against the desk, irritation in your features. you reach down, grabbing your purse.

“turn around, i don’t want to look at you.” you tell her, and she looked at you with confusion. when you pulled out the familiar black harness, abby’s thighs clamped together. you didn’t see her getting into position, so once you adjusted the harness around your hips, you grab her arm. placing your hand on the back of her neck, you place one last harsh kiss against her lips. she moaned into it, and you slid your tongue into her mouth.

“you’re nothing but a toy to me, a pussy for me to use and destroy. and you let me, shame on you.” you spit on her tits, turning her and pushing her down onto the desk. you hands grab her hips, grabbing the flesh tight enough that it left red marks. the real reason you wanted her turned around was because you didn’t want her seeing your face when you fucked her. you didn’t want her head swelling from the smile that would be on your face when you fucked her to tears.

you slid the dildo between her folds, coating it in her juices since you didn’t bring lube. and it was easier than you thought it’d be, poor girls pussy was drooling, waiting for you to fill it up again. “such a needy, sloppy pussy.” you slap one of her ass cheeks, hearing her yelp. “c’mon abby, tell me how needy your pussy is.” you smirk, knowing she couldn’t see it. she hiccups, arching her back.

“wanna be full of your cock so bad. please please please, need it so bad.” she pleaded, and as cruel as you were, you were a sucker for a bitch begging. without another word, you push the head of the cock inside of her, and that alone had her thighs trembling. “relax, anderson. so fuckin’ tight back here.” you grunt, easing the toy into her inch by inch. by the time you reached the base, her knuckles had turned white from gripping the edge of the desk.

“look at that, see you’re so much better when you’re stretched out on my cock.” you pull out until just the tip remained inside of her, smirking as you thrust it all into her in one go. her hips hit the edge of the desk, her jaw was slack, her brained going fuzzy as you began to fuck into her without a care in the world.

the sound of your hips slapping her ass mixed with the squelching of her pussy. you spread her ass cheeks, looking at the view as her pussy took every stroke you gave it. “yeah, pussy suckin’ me in so good.” you let spit drip from your mouth onto her pussy, sending her senses into a spiral. her voice got caught in her throat, only bits and pieces able to get out before the next one cut it off.

“can-can’t take it, it’s so biiiggg.” she cried out, pressing her forehead into the desk. you only increased the strength of your thrusts, the tip of your cock pressing kisses to her cervix. “cock drunk fuckin’ whores don’t get to tell me how hard i fuck them. show some gratitude, abby.” you tell her, pressing your chest against her back.

it took a minute, she almost forgot what words were. “thank-thank you for - mmmh- fuckin’ me so good. your cock- nngh, oh fuckkk,- feels so good. feel it - nnnuh- in my throat.” she pants out, voice cracking from her moans. you stood straight, holding a hand to her lower back so she could feel the pressure more in her lower stomach.

“yeah, you needed to be fucked like this, put in your fuckin’ place.” you bit your lip, and you swear to god you felt her clench around you. you grab her hair, pulling her so her back arched. “gonnna cum again, huh? letting me fuck you til you’re nothing to a dumb slut. go ahead, cum on my dick.” you tell her, one hand holding her hair and one hand wrapping around her throat.

“yeeesss , shit!” she screamed, and you caught a glimpse of her face. eyes shut, tongue poking from between her lips like an animal. her legs buckled from underneath her, and you knew she was probably getting close to her limit. but it wasn’t enough for you. no, you needed to destroy her.

your arms hook under hers, pulling her so she was pressed against your chest. you interlock your fingers behind her upper neck, the new position allowing you to fuck up into her. “yeahhhh, look at you. awww, my dicks probably touching your belly button. greedy pussy can’t live without my cock. fuckkk, taking me so well.” you say in her ear, feeling her entire body shake as you continue to fuck her. “fuck, wait! i-” her voice cut off, drool slipping from the side of her mouth.

her words became incoherent, babbling mindlessly as you used her. you focused on how her tits bounced with every stroke, her thighs inching to close. you get as close to her ear as possible. “close your thighs if you want to abby. i swear to fucking god, keep your legs spread.” she whined, but she obeyed anyway. the moment her thighs spread open, she squirted. you let out twisted giggles, watching her cover the floor and her desk. “loooook, ohh poor thing. pussys gushing, probably so overstimulated.” your voice taunted her, showing mock sympathy. you fucked her until the squirted stopped, pulling out and letting her slump against the desk.

her puffy pussy was on display from the back, and you rub between her folds, causing her to jump from your touch. “cant believe im saying this, but good girl.” you whisper, and you weren’t even sure if she heard you.

side note, it kept fuckin not saving, so a lot of stuff got deleted and i had to rewrite like four times. not a happy camper

[saintobio]

sy13 | sneak peek. a long one, kinda :)))

You could see the torment in his eyes as he looked at Sachiro, the helplessness of a father who could do nothing but watch. You just couldn’t bear the silence any longer, so you finally spoke. “Satoru… just go home.”

He froze at the sound of your voice, as if caught off guard, but quickly shook his head and wrapped your belly under a warm blanket. “Did I wake you up?”

“I can look after Sachi by myself,” you urged, disregarding his question. “You need to rest.”

But again, he refused. “No.”

“But—”

You opened your mouth to speak again, to reason with him, but before you could, Satoru’s voice cut through the air, breaking in a way you had never heard before. “Y/N, let me be a father to my kids… Please.” His voice cracked, the raw emotion spilling out as he looked at the ceiling with somber, tearful eyes. It was the heartbreak in his voice that made you realize that you were the only family Satoru had left. And it was the tremor in his hands that made you see through the trauma he had developed after he was led to believe for three years that his son had never existed. In a way, you felt responsible for the pain you had caused him, too. “Just please let me love you and our babies. Don’t take them away from me.”

For a moment, silence became your friend. Yet, the quiet that enveloped the room was more of a tender moment suspended in time as you let Satoru embrace you in his arms. You both remained there, connected by the warmth of his hand over yours, and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. He caressed your belly as if you were going to take his baby away—that if he closed his eyes, even for a second, he would wake up to see his unborn child gone. 

But then, a soft knock on the door shattered the stillness. Satoru’s grip on your hand loosened as the nurse poked her head into the room with an apologetic expression on display.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Gojou,” she began, her voice quiet and gentle, “but you have a visitor.” Satoru’s brows furrowed slightly, but before he could ask, the nurse continued, “Her name is Akemi.”

At the mention of her name, he immediately sat up, his body tense as he instinctively prepared to stand. You felt the shift in his demeanor, the way his hand slipped from yours as he moved to the edge of the bed. You stayed still for a minute, processing the sudden change, and your heart sinking at the thought of yet another intrusion by her.

You took a deep breath as you began to pull away, already bracing yourself for what was to come, and for the inevitable exit he would make. Like always. Choosing another woman over you. Choosing another woman over his own child. Of course, that’s what he’s about to do, right? You started to gather the strength to let him go, to retreat back into your thoughts, until the nurse spoke again.

“Actually,” she said, her eyes flicking between you both, “Miss Akemi wants to see you, Miss Y/N… not Mr. Gojou.”

[bambieyedoll]

⋆·˚ ༘ * JACOB BLACK HEADCANONS 𐚁̸.ᐟ

𐙚 jacob and you are having a baby

jacob knows something’s up— he notices right away that you’ve been acting different.

you’re more tired than usual, feeling queasy in the mornings, and turning your nose up at foods you normally love.

one night, while you’re curled up on the couch, he nudges you gently. “you feeling okay, baby? you’ve been acting kinda off lately.”

the pack teases him because he starts getting paranoid. embry snickers, “dude, maybe she’s pregnant.” jacob rolls his eyes at first, but then the thought sticks.

he starts watching you even more closely. the next time you run to the bathroom after breakfast, his stomach drops.

you weren’t sure how to bring it up, especially since this wasn’t exactly planned. but after taking multiple tests (because one wasn’t enough for you to believe it), you know you have to tell him.

you sit him down, fidgeting with your fingers, heart pounding. “jake… i have to tell you something.”

his protective instincts kick in immediately. “what? what’s wrong?” you take a deep breath and whisper, “i’m— i’m pregnant.”

jacob just… freezes. his eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly, but no words come out. it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him completely speechless.

“wait… seriously?” he blinks rapidly, like he’s trying to process it. “you’re serious? we’re—?” you nod, watching his reaction carefully.

there’s the softest, most overwhelmed look on his face— his expression shifts from shock to awe.

his gaze drops to your stomach, then back up to your eyes, as if he’s trying to fully comprehend that his baby is growing inside you.

jacob isn’t the type to cry easily, but his throat tightens. he lets out a soft, breathless laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“we’re having a baby?” he repeats it like he’s trying to make it real. when you nod again, his face breaks into the biggest smile.

he drops to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your stomach—even though there’s no bump yet. his voice is a whisper, full of love and disbelief. “our baby’s in there?”

he surges up, cupping your face and kissing you deeply, murmuring “i love you” between every kiss. then he presses a soft kiss to your stomach, resting his forehead against it for a moment, completely overwhelmed.

after the initial shock, jacob won’t stop smiling. he pulls you into his arms, practically lifting you off the ground. “we’re gonna be parents, babe! holy sht—i’m gonna be a dad!”

the pack hears him freak out.

a few minutes later, you hear a commotion outside as jacob literally sprints out of the house, yelling, “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” the pack stares at him like he’s lost it, while embry and quil crack up. “well, there goes our eardrums.”

at first, he’s just running on pure adrenaline and excitement, but once things settle down, it really starts sinking in.

he refuses to let you do anything— “baby, sit down. i’ll get it.” “no, no, don’t carry that—i’ll do it.” the protectiveness starts immediately, and you know he’s going to be insufferable for the next nine months.

at some point, the shock turns into smug pride. he’ll walk around with his chest puffed out, looking ridiculously pleased.

if anyone so much as looks at you, he grins and announces, “yeah, that’s my girl. and she’s having my kid.” the pack just groans.

even though there’s no bump yet, he always falls asleep with his hand over your stomach, like he’s already protecting the baby.

sometimes, he murmurs in his sleep, things like “my family” and lots of “love you” and you just melt right there and then.

he immediately insists on turning the spare room into a nursery. even though you’re barely pregnant, he’s already talking about color schemes and crib options.

you joke, “honey, the baby is the size of a bean.” he just shrugs. “yeah, but bean’s gonna need a room.”

jacob never thought he’d be looking up pregnancy books, but now he’s watching videos on baby development and googling “what foods are safe for pregnancy.” he wants to know everything so he can take care of you properly.

he starts making a list of names that same week. he takes it very seriously. “what about—wait, no, too weird. oh! what about this one?” you roll your eyes. “jake, we have months to decide.” he grins. “yeah, but i wanna get a head start.”

no matter what he’s doing, if you need something, he’s on it. patrol? he’ll wrap it up fast. mid-conversation? he’s already halfway out the door if you call his name.

if you get a craving in the middle of the night? say less. jacob is already grabbing his keys. “pickles and ice cream? you’re sure about this?” he pauses, eyeing you. “…never mind, dumb question. i’ll be back in ten minutes.”

one time, you casually mentioned wanting ice cream, and fifteen minutes later, he burst into the room, breathless, holding two tubs. “chocolate and vanilla. just in case. and sprinkles. thought i’d cover all the bases.”

the pack is used to jacob being a bit reckless, but now? he’s the one lecturing them. “watch where you’re running! y/n is right there.” if you so much as wince, he’s on high alert. “what? what’s wrong? does something hurt?”

quil teases him relentlessly. “dude, she’s pregnant, not made of glass.” jacob glares. “yeah, well, i’m not taking any chances.”

he texts you from patrol with a simple “miss you. you and baby doing okay?” even if he’s exhausted, he always makes sure you feel loved.

he tries to act all tough, but the second he thinks about how you’re having his baby, his heart melts. he’ll randomly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his hands on your stomach. “you really have no idea how much i love you.”

he acts like it’s no big deal, but then you catch him getting way too excited over tiny onesies.

“babe. look at this. it has little wolves on it. we have to get it.” he also insists on getting one with a motorcycle on it, claiming it’s never too early to start teaching them about bikes.

jacob gets weirdly sentimental. one night, you find him sitting on the couch, holding an old baby picture of himself and other of you.

when you ask what he’s doing, he sighs. “just thinking about how our kid will look like. the perfect mix of us.” he shakes his head with a grin. “god, i really hope they get your nose.”

the first time the baby kicks, he’s obsessed. but when they only seem to kick when he’s not around? he pouts. “oh, so you’ll kick for mommy but not for me? that’s cool. real nice.” you laugh because the second he starts talking to your belly again, the baby kicks immediately.

jacob knows pregnancy is rough on you, so he’s always giving you massages. feet, shoulders, back—whatever you need.

he’ll rub soothing circles over your lower back when you wince, murmuring, “i got you, babe. just relax.” and if you’re extra sore? he’ll have you sit between his legs while he massages your hips, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder.

one of the best perks? jacob is basically a furnace, and when you get those pregnancy chills or aching muscles, he’s got you.

he’ll wrap himself around you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “feeling better, sweetheart?”

jacob loves your baby bump. the moment your baby bump shows undeniably, he’s obsessed with it. he kisses it, rests his head on it, and just marvels at it.

he talks to your belly all the time. “hey, little one. hope you’re being nice to your mommy in there.” sometimes, you wake up to him murmuring sleepy promises against your skin. “can’t wait to meet you.”

he brings you flowers just because. he surprises you with your favorite snacks. takes you on little dates totally personalized for your comfort and the baby’s.

pregnancy makes you exhausted, moody, and uncomfortable at times, but jacob never makes you feel anything but adored. he’s constantly kissing your forehead, running his hands over your back, and telling you how amazing you are. “you’re incredible, you know that?”

when he sees the baby on the screen for the first time, he just stares. he squeezes your hand, his eyes a little wide. “that’s… that’s our baby.”

he’s so overwhelmed he doesn’t even notice the tear slipping down his cheek until you brush it away with a soft laugh.

during the final pregnancy stages, you start nesting and jacob is both amused and stressed. you want to rearrange the nursery at 2 AM? he groans but still helps you move the crib.

“babe, you realize we already moved this, like, three times, right?” but he does it anyway, because you’re glowing and happy, and he’s weak for you.

he thought he’d be cool and collected, but the second you gasp and say, “honey… i think it’s happening,” he freezes. “oh—oh sht. okay. okay, we got this. no big deal. just—deep breaths, baby. i mean, i should— you’re—oh my god, okay, i’ll get the bag.”

labor is hell, and jacob can’t stand seeing you hurt.

he holds your hand the entire time, his voice low and reassuring. “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart. just a little longer, okay?” he presses shaky kisses to your forehead between contractions, murmuring how much he loves you.

the second your baby is placed in his arms and he’s completely sure you’re okay, jacob is a goner. his voice is barely above a whisper. “hi, baby… it’s your dad.” his eyes shine with emotion, and he looks between you and the baby like you just handed him the whole world. “oh, you’re perfect.”

he was always in love with you, but seeing you as a mom? it ruins him.

one night, as he watches you rocking the baby to sleep, he just shakes his head in awe. “god, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand.

you look up at him with a smile and hold his hand as he carefully steps closer to hug you and the baby safe in his arms.

[stylestarkey]

the debutante’s dilemma (02)

𐙚 a rafe cameron social media and irl au

pairing   rafe cameron X carrera!reader

summary   spending every summer in the outer banks with your cousin kiara carrera were always a given—a break from the chaos of new york city. but this year is different. your mom, now an organiser for the annual debutante ball, is determined to introduce you to society. and you have a dilemma: finding the perfect escort.

warnings   swearing.

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the sun beats down on your shoulders as kie spreads sunscreen over your back, her fingers cool against your sun-warmed skin. the beach is alive with the sound of crashing waves and distant laughter, but all you can focus on is the disbelief in her voice.

“she signed you up for the deb ball?” she asks, eyebrows raised.

you sigh, adjusting your sunglasses. “you make it sound like i’m getting drafted.”

“well… you kinda are.” she smirks, capping the sunscreen bottle with a loud snap.

you roll onto your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “we don’t have those in new york.”

kie raises an eyebrow. “seriously? i figured they’d be everywhere.”

you shake your head. “nope. i had to look it up on tiktok—apparently, it’s like prom, but more… bridgerton.”

kie lets out a short laugh. “yeah… except it’s nothing like prom.” she pauses for a moment, then shakes her head again. “actually, no. it’s not just like prom.”

you frown. “okay… then what is it?”

kie leans back on her hands, staring out at the ocean like she’s bracing herself. “it’s like… introducing brand new hot virgins to high society,” she says, completely serious.

you nearly choke on your own spit. “what?”

she shrugs. “obviously, no one actually calls it that. they say it’s for charity, but let’s be real—it’s just an excuse for parents to show off whose daughter looks the most elegant in an overpriced dress. and more importantly, which debutante lands the most impressive escort.”

you blink at her, still trying to process. “you lost me.”

kie groans, flopping onto her back. “to sum it up, you need a hot guy with good status to escort you. preferably someone rich.”

you stare at the sky, feeling your stomach sink. “cool. only problem is, i don’t know anyone here.”

“yeah… that’s where it gets tricky.” she tilts her head toward you. “but you’re hot and cool, so it shouldn’t be too hard. plus, aunt jo is the organiser this year—she might be able to hook you up.”

you groan, covering your face with your hands. “and what exactly do i get out of this?”

kie huffs a laugh. “nothing. except maybe some kook drama. but your mom? oh, she’ll be thrilled. this’ll make her mom of the year—until the next deb ball, at least.”

you exhale sharply, already regretting everything. “classic jo.” after a beat, you sit up, narrowing your eyes at her. “wait… are you doing it?”

she snorts. “girl, do i look like the type? even my parents know i’d just embarrass myself. but don’t worry, i’ll be there… in the audience.”

you clasp your hands together, giving her your best pleading look. “please, kie.”

she barely glances at you. “nope. and besides, i can’t dance.”

your stomach drops. “…there’s a dance?”

kie stares at you like she’s just now realizing how unprepared you are. then she shakes her head, laughing under her breath.

“oh my gosh.”

you’ve been to the country club before—at least once every summer, dragged along for lunch with your mom, kie, and her parents. the visits were always the same: sitting through long conversations about golf and real estate, pretending to care about whatever expensive renovations the kooks were raving about. you never really belonged in places like this, but it was tolerable with kie by your side, the two of you sneaking glances and stifling laughter whenever someone said something ridiculous.

but today is different.

today, you’re here alone.

it’s only your first day back in the outer banks, and somehow, you’ve already found yourself stepping through the grand double doors of the country club, the cool blast of air conditioning hitting your skin. the scent of lemon polish and overpriced steak lingers in the air, mixing with the quiet clinking of glasses from the bar.

your mom is somewhere inside, already deep in conversation with a group of women who all look like they stepped out of a southern living magazine. you know if you join them, you’ll be stuck listening to gossip about charity events and vacation homes, so you slip away, weaving through the club’s pristine halls until you step outside.

the golf course stretches out before you, endless green against the bright summer sky. it’s quiet, peaceful—until a voice breaks through the stillness.

“are you gonna play, or just stand there trying to get the perfect instagram photo?”

you turn, eyes landing on two blonde-haired boys standing a few feet away. they look almost identical, but one is undeniably cuter.

great. just what you needed.

you straighten, tightening your grip on the club. “excuse me?”

the taller one steps forward like he owns the place, which—considering where you are—he probably does. “i’m rafe.”

he holds out a hand, but you hesitate. you’re not usually unfriendly, but something about him—the ease, the confidence, the way he’s watching you like he already knows exactly what you’ll do next—makes you wary. still, you don’t look away.

“o… kay?” you say, making no move to take his hand.

he exhales a short laugh before slipping both hands into his pockets, like your reaction doesn’t faze him. “rafe cameron.” he says it like it should mean something to you.

you blink at him, unimpressed. “i didn’t ask.”

behind him, his friend lets out a low whistle, grinning. “ooh.”

rafe barely glances at him before turning his attention back to you. “shut up, top.” then, with a slight tilt of his head, “do you seriously not know who i am?”

you raise an eyebrow. “should i?”

something shifts in his expression, just for a second. you can tell he’s used to being recognised, to people knowing his name before he even introduces himself.

“well—yeah.” he gestures vaguely, like that alone explains everything. “i’ve never seen you around here.”

“maybe because i’m not from here.”

his lips part like he has something to say, but before he can, your phone dings. you glance down.

you suppress a sigh, slipping the phone into your pocket. “i have to go. um… nice meeting you, rafe cameron.”

without waiting for a response, you turn on your heel and start walking back toward the club. behind you, you hear top laugh.

“dude, you should’ve asked for her name.”

their voices fade as you put more distance between you, but just before you’re out of earshot, you hear rafe mutter, “what do you think i was trying to do, dimwit?”

you don’t turn around. but for some reason, you smile.

the meeting room is everything you expected—ornate, excessive, and way too polished. the chandeliers overhead sparkle like they’ve been scrubbed with diamonds, their light bouncing off the pristine white walls. gold-trimmed chairs surround a long mahogany table, where neatly folded pamphlets and glasses of lemon-infused water sit untouched. the faint scent of roses lingers in the air, probably from the massive bouquet sitting in the center of the room.

your mom is already at the front, deep in conversation with another woman—tall, blonde, and dressed in an expensive-looking cream blazer.

six girls are already seated, their chatter a soft hum of familiar voices. they all look like they belong here—perfectly styled hair, effortless confidence, the kind of polished ease that comes from growing up in the country club scene.

you scan the room before slipping into an empty chair beside a blonde girl, who turns to you with a small, friendly smile.

before either of you can speak, the woman at the front clears her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

“ladies, thank you all for being here,” she begins, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “it’s an honor to serve as this year’s debutante ball head organiser.”

the girl beside you leans in, dropping her voice to a whisper. “she wasn’t ‘chosen.’ she paid her way in.”

you bite back a laugh, glancing at her. she grins.

“i’m sarah, by the way.”

you shift slightly toward her. “y/n. nice to meet you.”

at the front of the room, the blonde woman continues, clearly loving the sound of her own voice. “before i forget, i’m rose cameron—”

your mind stutters over the last name. cameron?

“—and beside me is joanna carrera, who will be assisting me with this year’s event.”

your mom offers a polite smile, standing perfectly poised next to her.

rose gestures to the pamphlets in front of you. “everything you need to know is inside, but to summarise—dance rehearsals will take place every tuesday and friday in the performing arts room. if you’ve already found an escort, please inform us as soon as possible. if not, one will be assigned to you.”

you feel yourself tense at that. assigned? like a school project partner you didn’t get to pick?

rose clasps her hands together, smiling. “over the next five weeks, i expect all of you to prepare accordingly. this will be a night to remember, and i have no doubt it will be our best year yet. now, please, help yourselves to the refreshments.”

the moment she finishes, sarah leans in again. “she said a whole lot of nothing.”

you snort softly. “seriously.”

her lips curve into a smirk. “i like you already, y/n. i’ve never seen you around here—you don’t go to kildare academy?”

you shake your head. “nope. just finished my first year of university. i’m from new york, but i’m here for the summer visiting family. my mom signed me up.”

“same! my stepmom signed me up too. it’s annoying, but at least i get to wear a fancy little white dress, you know?”

you nod, feeling oddly relieved to find someone else who isn’t entirely thrilled about this. “speaking of, have you done your dress fittings yet?”

“yeah, i have an appointment tuesday morning. want to come with me?”

“sure,” you say, thankful to have an excuse to avoid dealing with it alone. then, hesitantly, “do you have an escort yet?” please say no so i can feel less stressed.

“yeah, i’m bringing my boyfriend.”

fuck.

you force a smile. “nice. i think i’m gonna ask joanna for help.”

sarah glances around the room. “i know all of them. we’re all seniors this year—except ruthie, she’s my boyfriend’s twin, same age as you. then there’s jasmine, ashley, paige, deena and kath. most of them already have escorts. i mean, they all just pass around the same guys in their friend group.”

before the meeting ends, you and sarah exchange numbers, and for the first time, you feel a little less alone in all of this.

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the car ride home is quiet at first, the sun starting to set, casting a soft orange glow over the marsh. you stare out the window, watching as the country club disappears behind you.

your mom glances at you from the driver’s seat. “i saw you chatting with sarah cameron, bug. she’s a sweet girl.”

you turn to her. “cameron?”

she nods. “yeah, she’s rose’s stepdaughter. lovely lady.”

your stomach twists slightly. another cameron.

you hesitate before asking, “do you… um, know a rafe cameron?” you try to sound casual, but your mom picks up on the curiosity in your voice.

"why?" she asks, glancing at you with curiosity.

“i bumped into him at the golf course before the meeting.”

your mom hums, eyes still on the road. “ah. i see you’ve met your escort.”

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note i know i said i was posting this yesterday but i went to a drake concert last night in my city and let me tell u that man is YUMMY. i'm not a big fan of my writing since english isn't my first language but once intros are done, expect more socmed!   - H <3

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Wait for Me

Zoro x F!reader x Law

Summary: you, a fellow Straw Hat, and the crew are separated at Sabaody. Saved by Law, you have to decide if you’ll accept his help or cut your losses and handle things on your own until your crew reunites.

CW: MDNI, NSFW, Angst, Canon divergent, eventual smut, AFAB reader, use of Y/N, hidden baby trope (kinda? Not by choice lol), descriptions of violence, blood, and vomit, pregnant reader

A/N: Hi again everyone! I had this story pop up into my head and decided I wanted to see where it goes. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Once again, I don’t know what I’m doing. This is barely proofread. Reader’s thoughts are in italics

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Chapter One

The sounds of fighting, smell of smoke and blood, and screams fill the air around you. Your chest is tight as you start to break down in a coughing fit. Your body, aching and exhausted. 

It’s hard to tell anything that’s going on around you with your vision blurring and ears ringing. Your lungs burn as you struggle to breathe and climb out from under the rubble in the aftermath of fighting a Pacifista. “EVERYBODY RUN AWAY AND LOOK AFTER YOURSELVES!” you hear Luffy scream somewhere amongst the settling dust. 

Your heart sinks, Where's Zoro?! you think to yourself in a panic. He wouldn't tell you the extent of his pain, but you knew he still wasn't healed from Thriller Bark. Despite your best efforts to get him to just take it easy and heal, he still operated as he wished. Seeing Usopp carrying Zoro off, you felt better. Everyone was trying to retreat. There was no way you could take on an Admiral, Sentomaru, AND Kuma. Especially with Zoro now down.

There was no opportunity for you to worry about him more than any of the other crew members. You had to get out and off this god forsaken archipelago. As Rayleigh continued to save your asses, fighting Kizaru, you used every last drop of adrenaline in your system to run. Your heart pounding in your chest, blood rushing so loud your ears were roaring, your arms and legs burning as they expend what little energy you can muster. And suddenly, you stop, watching in terror as Kuma touches Zoro, and he disappears. 

Bile rises up in your throat as your face turns hot. Your eyes burn as they well up with tears. You hear Luffy yelling at Kuma. Where is he?! What did he do to him? One by one, you watch in horror as each of your crew mates disappear. “Run! Please, run!” Luffy yells at you, his eyes wide with fear, urgency, and anger.

Having been thrown to the side when Chopper used his rumble ball, you turn on your heel and run. Hot tears streaking your face. We'll be back…. we're meeting back here right?! Your body is moving faster than your mind could process. You are just running, you have to stay safe and alive if you were going to help the rest of the crew, wherever they were. You hear a crash beside you, parts of a building crumbling and your vision goes black.

You feel your skin heating up from sunshine pouring in from the porthole next to you before you open your eyes. Your body feels so heavy and your head is pounding. You feel as if you’ve been run over. You stir, trying to bring your hands up to rub the sleep from your eyes, but something stops you. You feel a presence and as if he knew you sensed him, he speaks. “You shouldn’t move too much. You’re safe now, but you were very badly injured. You really should be more careful, considering your condition.”

You recognize that voice, deep with a tinge of condescension. You open your eyes, Shit….how’d I end up here? This is a rival crew…how can I really be safe? “Trafalgar Law, right?” you question. Law sees your distrust, “You’re a Straw Hat, right? We found you, halfway buried in rubble. You really should take it easy. I did what I could, but you have a couple broken ribs. Had to stitch you up in places, but you should heal fine as long as you listen to Doctor’s orders,” his stare bores into you, as if he’s trying to figure you out as well.

“W-why did you help me? We’re rival crews, you had no obligation to do anything.” What the hell did he mean considering my condition?!

“I”m not going to lie, if it were up to me, I would’ve left you, but it appears my crew aren’t as heartless as I am. My first mate insisted,” he shrugs. What an ass…and suddenly, you remember everything. You spring up, far too quickly, and nearly crumble as a result. “Tch! I told you to fucking take it easy!” Law reprimands as he helps you sit up without passing out. “Where is my crew?! Where am I? How long have I been out?!” Your breathing is clipped, panic settles in your chest as you try not to hyperventilate, least of all in front of a rival. Did I miss everyone? Are they ok? Did they make it back?

“Hey, hey….you’re Y/N, right?” Law’s voice immediately is softer, trying to calm you down. He reaches his hand out to your shoulder to help ground you. Your eyes dart to him, he falters for a moment. He sees the sheer panic on your face. “Yea….Y/N….i-it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath. I’ll answer all your questions, but you really should listen when I tell you, you need to take it easy. It’s not just you, you’re worrying about anymore, remember that.”

“What the hell do you mean, it’s not just me?!” His face goes blank. “D-do you not know?” 

“Know what?! Out with it, what the fuck are you talking about, Law?”

He runs his hand down his face in utter disbelief, “You’re…pregnant.”

“Pregnant?!” you pause, “What the fuck do you mean, I’m pregnant?!” you stare at Law in disbelief. He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut with a deep sigh. “I said what I said. During my scans when triaging your injuries….y-you’re pregnant, ok? It’s early, you’re probably 7 or 8 weeks along if you didn’t figure it out on your own.” He pauses, watching you as you lean back, trying to process this news. Your thoughts are running a mile a minute.

 There’s no way I can be pregnant, right? I mean….when was my last cycle? It begins to dawn on you that there’s a bigger chance that he’s right. Your hand goes down to your belly and suddenly you feel sick. You lurch forward and throw up over the edge of the bed onto the floor. 

“Tch! Hey! Give me some warning!” Law yells as he grabs a trash can, popping it onto the side of the bed next to you. He walks to the door, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, “I’ll be right back, don’t make any more messes, ok? I’m going to grab a mop. STAY HERE,” he points at you as he closes the door behind him. Your chest begins to flush and you feel lightheaded as you feel like you’re overheating. 

In the matter of a few days, you think, you’ve lost everyone close to you. You have no idea where your crewmates are, if they’re even alive. You’re supposed to meet back up at Sabaody but you don’t know where you are or how long you’ve been gone, and now you’re supposed to just accept the fact that you’re also pregnant!? 

Warm tears begin to build in your eyes as the gravity of everything hits you. “Z-zoro,” you whisper as you begin to sob. He HAS to be okay…he has to be. He can’t leave me alone like this. I can’t do this without him….without my crew. You lie down on your side and curl into yourself. Trying to disappear.

You don’t hear Law return between your cries. He freezes as he walks in as he sees you crying, unsure what to do. He awkwardly clears his throat, startling you. You sniffle and work quickly to clean your face as best you could, not wanting Law to see you like this. You close your eyes and try to will yourself to return to Sabaody.

He didn’t say anything as he cleaned up your sick. You both sat in silence as you tried to hold back the sobs threatening to spill from your throat as you felt your heart wrenching. He placed the mop back into the bucket of water. He felt bad, helpless. He didn’t know what to say as he saw your body shaking from trying to withhold your tears. He cleared his throat, “U-um…I’m gonna go. I should let you rest. I’ll, uh, be in the office down the hall if you need anything.” You didn’t respond knowing if you tried to thank him, it wouldn’t be words coming from your throat.

Instead, you spent the rest of the evening contemplating what you were going to do next as the stray tears rolled down your face, until you had no more left to cry.

Next Chapter

Phew! This has been sitting in my drafts for ages now. I want to keep writing it but I haven't had a chance to work on the rest so I think posting it will force me to carve some time. This semester will be the death of me, just in time to graduate right?! 😭 I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I have the ending originally intended for this story, BUT I will include an alternate ending.

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[bigfatbimbo]

hi! I constantly check your blog for more updates and love the more powerful reader x bill stories you've done!

have you considered how interesting the handyman bill au could be?

bc imagine how humiliating it is for bill to not only be defeated by some lowly humans, but to be stripped of his power and forced to work for them as a handyman???

imagine the reader is just a human and is a worker or friend of the pines and comes to the mystery shack often and messes with Bill bc they love how easy it is to piss him off

imagine one day he acts really pissy back and says something that actually makes the reader mad (maybe about hurting their family or smth

imagine they slap him and uh oh did he like that? I think he liked that

imagine they pull him aside and make fun of how pathetic he is now, how he's getting horny from a human slapping him

imagine they edge him till he begs, then eat his pussy out till his legs are shaking too much to hold himself up

imagine him getting back to work, unable to look ford/Stan in the eyes while making up an excuse for why he's being so clumsy and can't seem to walk straight

🫣

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HOLY SHIT??????

I did not consider this, but now I am.

Because he would be at his absolute lowest at this point, and adding the cherry on top, he has the reader messes with him every day. He’d be so easy to piss off it’s insane, but it’s not like he could do anything about it.

And then the escalation? He says something over the line in response to the readers taunting, i’m guessing something along the lines of what he “would do to everyone here if he could,” and in mild detail. And when the reader slaps him, he’s into it? Like visibly, his face flushed red and he doesn’t look up at you, legs kinda turning into face each other.

Thank god it’s only you two there, because the make out scene would be absolutely insane on the way to the back room. WHOOO, and what you said after that?

”imagine they edge him till he begs, then eat his pussy out till his legs are shaking too much to hold himself up”

Have I considered boypussy!Bill Cipher? No. Do I love it? Uhm, YES!! And imagine being so cruel to him this entire process, nitpicking his every little character trait, and breaking him down. Obviously, contrasting with the way you were sinking to your knees, and unbuttoning his pants. Going on to devour his pussy, and tease his clit into oblivion, definitely leaving bruises on his thighs from how hard your holding him in place.

Yeah so… I like this idea. I think I like it a lot.

[cameronsprincess]

Rafe x Reader who does like OF!? BUT rafe doesn’t know she does it. Like I can so see topper and rafe hanging out and she goes live bc she’s finaly able to be alone and top like being a subscriber to her and telling rafe about her and stuff yk? U can decide what happens from there but😭

warnings: smut! 18+ OF, aggressive!rafe, bimbo!reader, face fucking (i love this shit if u can’t tell), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex on a livestream, reader calls rafe daddy once, degrading. i think that’s all?

note: this got kinda long and i feel like i’ve been working on it for months (only a lil over a month lmao) but enjoy! remember: likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated!

The sound of your soft moans coming from Topper’s phone had caught Rafe’s attention. He quickly makes his way toward his best friend, his mind going a thousand miles an hour at what Topper could have came across. His eyes go wide when he sees your body, dressed in the red lace lingerie set he’d bought you last week displayed on the screen.

“Yo, what the fuck are you on? That’s Y/N” Rafe snaps, his eyes narrowed into slits as he stares at his best friend, a wide smile spread across his lips.

Topper’s smile fades, a look of fear taking over his face when he notices the anger emitting from his best friend.

“Wh-What?! This is… This is Y/N?” Topper says lowly, eyes darting between his phone screen and Rafe.

Rafe shakes his head slowly, letting out a deep exhale before grabbing the phone from Topper’s hand. He clicks on your profile, seeing an array of pictures and videos. Your face was never shown, but Rafe knew your body, he knew about the birth mark you had on your inner thigh, he knew this was you.

“You- You’re fucking subscribed to my girlfriend? What the fuck Top!”

“Dude I swear, I didn’t know it was Y/N..” Topper replies, voice shaky as his eyes stay on his angry best friend.

Rafe exits the screen, tossing Topper’s phone onto the table before quickly making his way toward the front door, completely ignoring the apologies his best friend was shouting at him.

Rafe was furious. How could you not tell him you were on OnlyFans? Why were you on OnlyFans? He had more money than he knew what to do with, he could support you, so why were you selling your body online? Letting people see his girl?!

He was in his truck before he could even think a plan through, his mind only set on getting to your house and confronting the situation head on.

-

You’re mid livestream when you hear your front door open followed by a loud slam that made your heart sink into your stomach.

Rafe pushes your bedroom door open, his jaw tense and fists balled at his sides, he was breathing heavily, and you could sense from the tension in the air that he’d found out.

“Hey baby, what’re you-” You begin but Rafe stops you when he tightly wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing so hard your vision blurred, tears filling your eyes as he continued to cut off your oxygen.

“Why the fuck are you on OnlyFans? Hmm? Am I not enough for you? Need to be a fucking whore online for the world? You like that type of attention?”

You tried to speak but all that came out were strangled gasps, your hand clawing at his as you tried to rip his hand from your throat.

“I’m gonna fuck you for this livestream, let all these fucking people know who you fucking belong to, got it?”

You trail your eyes up to his, nodding your head as best you could.

Rafe releases the grip on your throat, pushing you back in the process. You begin gasping for air as tears streamed harshly down your face. You glance down at your computer, noticing the hundreds of comments flooding in before glancing back up at Rafe who had stripped himself down to nothing.

You bite down at your bottom lip, sitting yourself onto your knees. Rafe takes a long stride toward you, his hard cock grasped firmly in his hands as he slowly stroked himself.

“Set that up somewhere else, gotta let ‘em see how good I fuck your throat”

You quickly jump from your bed, setting your computer up on your dresser, giving a perfect view of your bed and rushing back to Rafe. You spit into your palm, quickly pushing his hand off himself and replacing it with your own.

Rafe groans, his head thrown back in pleasure as you slowly worked him. “Fuck, can’t wait to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock”

You place a soft kiss onto his tip before pushing it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his swollen head, the taste of his precum hitting your tongue and pulling a low moan from you.

Rafe gathers your hair into his hand, pulling at it harshly before he shoves your head down. You gag around him when his head hits the back of your throat. He begins to thrust himself in and out of your mouth, hair tightly grasped in his hand, “Fuck, so fucking good. Let ‘em see how well you take my cock baby”

He continues thrusting himself into your mouth, tears flowing quickly down your face with each push and pull. You place both hands on his thighs, trying to steady yourself but Rafe uses his free hand to slap your hands away.

You feel his thrusts growing sloppy, hips stuttering, before he pulls you off of him.

You whine, “Rafe, wanna taste you. Please”

Rafe tsks, shaking his head as his darkened over eyes find yours, “Don’t think so baby, when I cum, it’s gonna be in that pretty pussy”

He situates himself on your bed, snapping his fingers and signaling for you to sit yourself on his lap with your back to him. You glance up to look into your webcam, watching as the many comments continue to fill the screen.

Rafe runs a large hand up your sides, large palms finding your bra covered chest and cupping at your tits harshly. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he continues to massage at your flesh, pinching your hardened nipples between his fingers.

He runs one hand back down your side, gripping at your thigh and harshly spreading your legs. His fingers tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, ripping them off your body and tossing the torn fabric to your bedroom floor.

His eyes flicker up to the screen of your laptop, a smirk taking over his face when he sees your glistening cunt on display, his long fingers toying at your clit and wet folds.

“Such a pretty pussy, and it’s all mine”

You whimper out a weak response, Rafe’s lips attacking your neck with kisses, teeth nipping at your sensitive skin and leaving deep purple bruises in their wake.

You let out a loud gasp when you feel two fingers plunged inside your aching core, his harsh upward thrusts making your hips jerk forward. He quickly grabs at your hip with his free hand, forcing you back down onto his lap as he continues to harshly push his fingers inside of you.

He places a hot, open mouthed kiss to your shoulder before sinking his teeth into the skin. He curves his fingers up, finding that spot inside you that has your brain short circuiting, toes curling as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut. Getting off on me using you on camera for hundreds of people watching”

A low groan falls from your lips, “Rafe, fuck feels so fucking good” You sob out, tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill with each harsh thrust of his fingers.

Rafe tuts, slowing his fingers down to a painfully slow pace, “I dunno. I don’t think I should let you cum. I mean, you were out here selling your body, my body, when I can give you whatever you want”

You feel yourself clenching around his fingers, orgasm fluttering, ready to rush from you at any moment, “Rafe, please! ‘M so sorry! Let me cum, please!”

Rafe chuckles darkly, “Fucking beg for it then. Beg me to let you cum”

You choke out a sob, tears flowing down your cheeks. “Please! Please let me cum daddy! Promise i’ll be a good girl, won’t ever do anything bad again”

“So goddamn pathetic” Rafe laughs out, his fingers picking up in pace again, repeatedly hitting at your gspot, forcing your orgasm from you in body shaking euphoria.

He helps you ride out your high before harshly pulling his fingers from you, bringing them into his mouth and sucking your juices from them. “Always taste so good baby”

Rafe quickly lifts you from his lap, tossing you onto your bed. “On your stomach” He demands, and you quickly obey.

You’re flat on your stomach, hands under your head as your eyes find your computer screen for what felt like the millionth time. A small squeal escapes you when Rafe’s large hands grip at your hips and lifts your ass up.

The bed dips in behind you, Rafe’s knees hitting the mattress as he kneels behind you. He lands a harsh slap to your ass with one hand while the other firmly grips at his cock, slowly pumping himself and teasing at your entrance with his swollen head.

“Rafe, please!”

He harshly thrusts himself inside, his tip hitting at your sweet spot and pulling loud moans from you. His fingertips dig into your sides, surely bruising the skin, his hips slamming into your backside roughly.

“Fuck, always feel so good f’me, so fucking wet and tight! Keep squeezin’ me like that baby, takin’ me so good, so deep”

You arch your back more, letting him thrust himself as deep as he could into your sore cunt. The sounds of your squelching pussy and Rafe’s loud groans bounce off the walls of your room, your inner walls clenching uncontrollably around Rafe’s cock, trying to squeeze out every last drop he had to give.

“R-Rafe! Gonna fuckin’ cum, holy shit, feels so goddamn good!”

Rafe slides a hand up the length of your back, reaching the back of your head and gripping at your hair. He pulls your neck backward, tears forming in your eyes from the uncomfortable position your neck was in along with the brutal thrusts of his cock. He uses the hand in your hair to keep your body steady, his free hand making its way to your face, fingers pushing past your lips and down your throat.

“Look toward the camera baby, show them how fuckin’ good I make you feel. Wanna cum? Wanna be a good fuckin’ girl and soak my cock?”

You turn your head as best you can, eyes looking directly into the camera. Your cheeks are stained with mascara, drool running down the sides of your face as Rafe’s fingers stay lodged in your mouth. You had a completely fucked out look on your face, your tits bouncing with each thrust of his hips.

You pathetically whimper when Rafe slowly pulls himself from inside you, slamming himself back inside without warning. “Go on, say it. Only I can make you feel this good. I fucking own this pussy, yeah? Say it!”

You choke out a sob, “You- You own me Rafe! You own my pussy! Only- Only you make me feel this good”

Rafe lets out a low and raspy groan, his dick twitching inside you, his warm cum spilling into your pussy.

He fucks himself into you a few more times, helping you reach your own high. He strokes the head of his cock against your gspot, making you clamp around him, your body going limp as your orgasm rushes through you, soaking his cock and your bedsheets.

He slowly pulls himself from you, his fingers falling from your mouth and letting your body fall flat onto the mattress. He softly lifts you up, turning your arousal soaked pussy toward the camera and letting your viewers watch his cum drip from your cunt.

He slowly walks toward your computer, ending the livestream without any hesitation. He walks you back to your bed, dropping your weak body down, his tall frame towering over your body.

“I want that account deleted tomorrow, and don’t ever let me catch you doing that stupid shit again, got it?”

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[chukys-mouthguard]

broken memories

sequel to kinda tempting

4.3k words

featuring: mat barzal x female reader x matt rempe

warnings: miscarriage/loss of pregnancy, conversations about loss of pregnancy

The words of the doctor echoed in your ears as you sat in your apartment. Impatiently waiting for Matt to arrive home, picking at your nails as you couldn’t begin to formulate a plan of how to break the unfortunate news. Surely he’d be upset, angry as well. Which would be expected, the grieving process always brings out multiple emotions in everyone.

Trying to practice, your mouth could barely formulate the words. Tears not ceasing, just as you thought you’d pull yourself together you’d get choked up all over again.

The sound of your phone dinging on the couch beside you snapping you from your thoughts for a moment, a simple five minutes away :) text displayed on the screen as you felt your heart sink further into your stomach.

Not wanting to worry Matt too much, you hurried to dry your tears. Rushing to the bathroom to put some cold water on your face in hopes it would tone down the redness your crying had caused.

“Babe? I’m home!”

Hearing Matt’s voice call from the living room you did your best to calm your emotions, putting on a smile as you walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to greet him.

“There she is!”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he kissed your head. Despite your efforts to control your emotions, you felt the tears beginning to form once again.

“And how is baby girl doing?”

The smile on his face broke your heart, his hands caressing your stomach as he kissed over your shirt. His eyes flashing up at yours to see the tears falling, his smile fading immediately as he wrapped you in a hug once again. Unsure as to why you were crying, but trying his best to comfort you.

As his arms wrapped around you, it was as if your world came crashing down. Matt doing his best to console you as you sobbed into his chest, despite you not saying anything he’d figured it out. His own tears formed as he tried to be strong for you, knowing that was what you needed.

“Babe, y/n, can you talk to me, please? Tell me what happened.”

Pulling yourself from his arms you walked to the couch, taking a seat as you tried to explain. Not knowing what to say, he’d clearly figured it out himself, but still needed to hear you confirm.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Matt.”

He didn’t want to crowd you, giving you space as he sat across from you on the ottoman, his emotions starting to get the better of him.

His gaze was glued to the floor as his hands rested at the back of his neck. You watched as he sat silent, the only sounds in the room were his sharp breaths as he tried to hold back his tears.

Something told you not to comfort him, instead just waiting for him to say something. But words didn’t come, only tears as he softly cried. Hands moving to cover his face as the reality settled in. The excitement of having a little girl was now washed away. No more plans for decorating the nursery together, the constant baby name discussions would now cease, and worst of all he’d have to break the news to his family. He’d just left them a few weeks ago having told them that things were great. And now things were anything but, the world seeming so cruel for having taken your baby from the two of you.

His hands now wiped his tears as he’d settled his breathing. Standing up and slowly pacing the floor as he tried to organize his thoughts. Not wanting to overstep, but needing to know what happened.

“I, I don’t mean to upset you, but, what happened? Do you know?”

“We, we don’t know. The doctor said sometimes there isn’t an explanation, and it seems so unfair, but. God, I hate that you weren’t there that day, having to be there and think it was just a normal routine check in. And it turned so dark so fast the moment we didn’t hear the heartbeat.”

You wiped your tears as Matt stopped in his tracks. A look of confusion now on his face as he glanced over to you.

“Wait, so, this happened at your appointment that was over a week ago?”

Nodding your head you looked at him confused. “Yeah, it was the one I had to schedule while you were in Connecticut because she didn’t have any other open appointments.”

A slight chuckle left his lips as his demeanor had changed from sad to almost annoyed.

“So, you’ve known for over a week, and I just find out now? You didn’t bother to call me to tell me? I could’ve come home, I could’ve been here for you! Why would you keep this from me?”

His voice was laced with hurt and anger, which you expected. It wasn’t that you wanted this to be a secret, but how were you supposed to tell him over the phone?

“Matt, I wasn’t calling or texting you about this! Plus, you had obligations, you couldn’t just back out, you signed contracts.”

“I think they’d fucking understand if I told them my girlfriend just lost our baby!”

Matt’s shout echoed throughout the apartment, despite knowing he’d be upset, this was the last reaction you’d expected. Him to be yelling at you, as if you’d done something wrong. As if you didn’t already feel bad enough, like losing the baby was somehow your fault.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me. I think I’m coming home to you and our baby, but instead-“

“You come home to just me? Gosh I’m sorry I’m not good enough! I’m sorry that I lost the baby, as if I did it on purpose.”

Not bothering to continue the argument Matt retreated down the hall. Slamming the door to your shared bedroom, causing you to jump. Tears continued to run down your cheeks as you could only blame yourself for not telling him sooner. Wishing you would’ve had the guts to break the news right away, maybe you two wouldn’t be fighting when instead you should be comforting one another.

The apartment grew silent after the slam of the door, Matt trying his best to relax, but the idea that you’d kept this from him for over a week not leaving his mind. His eyes moving from the floor to the dresser, landing on the framed photo the two of you used to announce your pregnancy. The two of you were out of focus as you held up the ultrasound photo. Matt holding a mini hockey stick with your due date written across it.

He picked up the frame, his grip on the edge tight as he saw a few tears fall to coat the glass. He remembered how excited he was to take those photos, and how he was even more excited to post them. Being able to share with the world the new journey the two of you would be experiencing.

But now, it all had been ripped out from under him. Having to process the emotions while also wanting to be there for you, despite you having kept the news from him over a week.

His anger slowly began to overtake his sadness once again as he threw the picture frame across the room. The glass shattered as he sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands as he sobbed once again. Wishing there was something he could do to make this all better, though he knew there was no changing it.

The shattering glass should’ve caught you off guard, but you knew that Matt was experiencing all the emotions that could be expected with this news. You’d had a week to process things and start grieving, but now it was his turn. As much as you wanted to run and comfort him, you knew he’d want to be alone. Needing to get out his anger and frustration however he felt would help.

Minutes, possibly an hour had gone by before Matt finally emerged from your bedroom. His clothes were now different as he searched the kitchen counter for his phone, appearing to be heading out.

“You’re leaving?”

Despite not trying to sound annoyed, you didn’t manage to hide it. Matt typing a text on his phone before he bothered to look up at you. Grabbing his keys from the counter as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah, I am. I’m not sitting around here all night crying about this. If you want to do that, have fun. Although you’ve known for over a week, and I just found out thirty minutes ago. So excuse me if I’m gonna deal with this in my own way.”

Another slam of a door and he was gone. Your heart broke to see him so hurt, as if you had any other option. Knowing he was probably heading to meet up with some of the guys that had also come back into town for workouts before training camp would start back up. And while you knew he’d probably be going to get drunk or do anything to get his mind off of the news, you wished he would’ve stayed with you.

But your tears were now ceasing as you’d tried to pull yourself together. Reaching for your phone hoping social media could be some sort of distraction. You’d tried getting some work done earlier for the Rangers socials, but didn’t make it far, clearly obvious as you opened your Tik Tok to see a message asking if you wished to continue editing a post you’d quickly given up on.

As you closed out the message, a Tik Tok soon filled your screen that had been filtered for you since it was hockey related. And as the images of Mat Barzal getting down on one knee flashed before your eyes, followed by scenes of posing and kissing, you felt your heart break all over again.

The girl soon came into view and of all people for him to be engaged to, she was the last person you ever hoped to see.

While your relationship with Mat had hardships, you’d thought they were all things you could work through. Even the secret meetups and behind your back texts he’d been sending to this mystery girl you’d come to learn was named Ava.

You never told anyone, hoping it was something you could work through despite the rift it had caused. Partially being the reason you’d gone off and slept with Matt Rempe in the first place. You were so hurt to think it was easy for someone to do that to you, to think they would never get caught. And he didn’t, because you never outed him. You loved him so much that the second he’d shown a bit of improvement, you were sure that Ava was out of the picture and he was done with her.

Turns out you were wrong.

Had he been waiting to end things with you so he could be with her? It had only been five months since things ended between you two because of your pregnancy, to get engaged that quickly it was clear he’d never cut ties.

You knew you shouldn’t be hurt, but deep down you still loved Mat, you always would. If you could go back and change everything, you’d do it in a heartbeat. But unfortunately the world didn’t work that way, and you had to deal with the cards you’d been dealt.

Not wanting to sit and sulk in your apartment any longer, you searched for your keys. Slipping on your shoes before heading out the door.

No destination in mind, just driving until you’d run out of energy or gas, whichever came first. It wasn’t until you’d seen signs for an all too familiar exit that you had realized where your subconscious had brought you.

The sign for Elmont made your heart ache, thinking of the memories that lived in this city. Muscle memory leading you to the parking garage connected to the apartment you used to call home. Finding a spot before you headed up to floor thirteen.

You wondered what the hell you were doing here, why you’d thought this idea was at all a good one. But if you were honest, you weren’t thinking at all. Your emotions getting the best of you as you reach to knock on the door, no chance to turn back.

The door opened and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. Seeing the familiar face behind it gives you goosebumps as you hadn’t thought even for a second what if someone else had opened the door.

“Y/n?”

Mat stared at you confused as you were the last person he’d expected to see at his door. Though you’d not thought of what you’d say if he was home, you knew this was the only time you’d probably get to say anything at all.

“Five months? It only took you five months to move on? Not to mention with her?”

Mat rolled his eyes as he rested an arm against the door, not wanting to argue with you when he knew there was no point.

“Y/n really? You don’t even know her to say anything about what I choose to do and with whom.”

“I know you were cheating on me with her Mat, you think I was oblivious to it?”

His eyes went wide as pushed his arm off the door, pulling you inside as this wasn’t a conversation he wanted the neighbors overhearing.

“I’m sorry?”

“You think I didn’t know? I knew about it all, but I loved you so much I thought we’d get past it. You started to change your behavior and I thought you were done with her. But clearly you never stopped, and now you’re fucking engaged to her?”

Your voice rang throughout his apartment as you paced the floor. Tears not able to form in your eyes as you’d surely cried every last one over the past week and a half. Mat let out a scoff as he watched you, waiting for an opportunity to spit back at you.

“Really? You’re going to scold me after you did the same fucking thing? If not worse? You cheated on me too, remember? And you’re fucking pregnant with that guys kid! How could we have ever recovered from that? I did cut ties with her, when I started changing my behavior it was genuine. Because I hated knowing I was doing that shit behind your back, because I loved you! And then you go and break my heart like that. So don’t try to paint me as the bad guy here okay? And why do you care anyways, you’re busy prepping for a baby with your boyfriend.”

His shouts were louder than yours as you could hear the anger that still lingered, the hurt he still felt at what you’d done. And while two wrongs certainly didn’t make a right, you both couldn’t change what you’d done. Whether it was one time, or ten, you’d both hurt one another with your actions.

Hearing him mention you being pregnant, you couldn’t help but wonder if you should tell him. Not that it would change a thing, he’d moved on and you were with Matt, but you felt he deserved to know.

“Not anymore.”

Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as Mat’s angered expression quickly turned to one of confusion.

“Wait, what? You guys didn’t-“

“God no, I’d never do that. I lost the baby.”

He immediately regretted his words that he’d spat at you like they were nothing. How angry he’d sounded as he shouted at you, wishing he could have controlled his frustrations better.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry. Come here.”

The familiar feeling of his arms wrapped around you was all it took for you to break down once again. His hold on you makes you forget any of your own frustrations as he tries his best to console you. Though he knew nothing he said would be good enough, there was nothing he could say that would make this better.

“I’m such an idiot, I didn’t know, I wouldn’t have-“

“Stop, it’s okay. Like you said, you didn’t know.”

He hated seeing you so broken. He knew despite the circumstances, you were excited to be a mother. And he wanted that for you, even if it was with someone else. But to know you’d lost the opportunity, in the most unexpected of ways, it broke his heart. You didn’t deserve that, no matter if you’d hurt him and done your own wrongs. No one deserves to go through the hurt you were.

“How is Matt handling the news?”

The two of you had eventually moved to the couch, Mat getting you some water and tissues as you’d finally been able to calm down a bit.

“Not well, at all. He’s angry, and hurt. Because I didn’t tell him right away. I couldn’t. He was on the road, that’s never something I would’ve texted or told him over the phone. But, he’s mad at me for it. I think he wants to believe it would’ve changed something, had he been here for the appointment.”

Mat listened intently, still unsure what was the right response. Of course never experiencing something like this he wanted to be sensitive to your emotions, but he didn’t want to stay too quiet.

“Well, I think he definitely needs time. Especially having not found out at the same time as you. But, how are you doing?”

He cautiously reached for your hand, not wanting to come across any particular way, but sensing you could use some comfort and reassurance. Despite all that happened, he still loved you, that was never going to change.

“I, I’m okay. Not great, but okay. I’ve just spent this last week and half really thinking about everything. Thinking about the future now that all our plans are going to be changing out of nowhere. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this right now, but, part of me thinks that Matt and I won’t make it through this.”

No matter his opinion of your relationship, Mat wanted the best for you. He wanted you happy, but the way you were talking. The change in your facial expression, he could read you like a book.

“I think you’re overthinking things, sure he’s upset now. But I’m sure once he takes some time to work through his feelings, you two will be okay!”

A slight chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

“No, I’m not talking about that. I’m saying, if I hadn't gotten pregnant, he and I wouldn’t even be together right now. I’d still be with you, we’d be the ones planning a wedding. I don’t want to sound cold or heartless, but deep down I know I’m only with him because of the baby. If I had things my way, you know it would be you.”

His fingers tangled with yours as he smirked, the thought unbeknownst to you had also crept through his mind a few times. Wondering what if countless times.

What if he’d never snuck around behind your back, what if you hadn’t done the same to him. What if you’d never gotten pregnant, what if he’d still had you as his fiance. Surely you would have been married by now, even maybe expecting a baby of your own. At least, that’s how Mat would have planned it if he had the choice.

“Well, as much as I’d love to say that it still could be, things aren’t exactly that easy. Plus, you don’t even know if you and Matt are actually going to break up because of everything. Just, try to not get ahead of yourself, okay?”

He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he checked his phone, noticing the time and hating to rush you out. But you knew you couldn’t stay longer, needing to get home so Matt didn’t wonder where you were.

He walked you to the door, wrapping you in a hug as he apologized once again.

“Listen, you need anything, and I mean anything, please don’t ever feel like you cannot come to me. Okay? I don’t care what happened, I love you, I always will, and I will always be here for you.”

Mat kissed your head before he said goodbye, watching you head down the hall as you dreaded the drive back home not knowing which Matt you would be coming home to. Whether or not he’d be drunk after drowning his feelings, or if he would have trashed more things in the apartment.

But as you returned home, you’d realized he wasn’t back yet. Leaving you to assess the damage from earlier when he’d retreated to your bedroom. Your eyes immediately falling on the shattered picture frame, your pregnancy announcement photo now laying on the floor. As if an accurate representation for how life now felt, a mess of broken memories.

The sound of the door opening letting you know Matt was home, his keys clanging against the counter as you heard him making his way down the hall. Leaning against the door frame he watched as you finished cleaning up the glass, placing the photo on the dresser as you headed for the kitchen in need of a trash can.

“Can we talk?”

His voice was soft, a little hoarse as if he’d been crying. You looked at him with a blank expression, heading to the couch as you assumed he’d follow suit. Which he did, finding a place on the couch as he sighed. The two of you sat in silence for what felt like thirty minutes before either of you spoke.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through that alone. I hate I wasn’t here for you, to comfort you while you experienced the roller coaster of emotions that can come with news like that. And I hate that you felt you couldn’t tell me before I came home tonight, but I hope you understand my frustrations. I didn’t mean to walk out on you, but I had a lot to think about.”

“Like what?”

A look of confusion washed over you as he tossed his hat to the side, running a hand through his hair. A deep sigh left his lips as he took a second to gather his thoughts.

“Losing the baby opened my eyes to a lot of things, and as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, I just don’t think I can do this. We both know, whether we want to admit it or not, we are only here right now because of the baby. If you wouldn’t have gotten pregnant, you and Mat would probably be married right now. This was never real, as much as we wanted it to be for the baby. It was never going to be me, no matter how much I hoped it would be. No matter how easily we fell into this routine trying to make this work. Without the baby, what are we?”

Despite having had the same thoughts, it didn’t make this conversation hurt any less. The idea that you weren’t wrong for thinking the baby was the only thing keeping you and Matt together. No matter how hard you tried convincing yourself that the feelings were real and you were happy with Matt, deep down it didn’t feel right. Sure being with the father of your child made sense, it felt natural, the right thing to do. But when that man was the person you’d cheated on your boyfriend with, never anything more, it was hard to make a relationship work from that.

“I don’t hate you, I have so much love in my heart for you. I wish this could have been our story, but maybe, as shitty as this is losing our baby. Maybe this was our sign that it wasn’t meant for us, at least not together.”

You hadn’t noticed any tears until Matt reached out to wipe one from your cheek, his hand resting to caress your cheek.

“I’m gonna pack up as much of my stuff as I can tonight, I’m gonna go stay with the Quick’s for a little bit while I continue my training before camp. I’ll come back and get the rest of my things as I’m able.”

Nodding your head you took a deep breath, smiling up at him despite the pain you felt. Never imagining this day to come, thinking the two of you were in this for the rest of your lives.

You watched as Matt retreated to the bedroom, packing up whatever he could take with him. Keeping your space to let him take care of things as you tried to keep busy tidying up the apartment.

The sound of him shuffling down the hall made you stop your cleaning, meeting him by the front door as he gave you a soft smile. Dropping his bags as he wrapped you in a hug, kissing your head before reaching for the door.

“If you need anything, I’m just a call away okay?”

With that, he was gone, and the apartment once again felt ten times larger being there alone. Checking the time you knew you needed to go to bed, the day having drained every last ounce of energy from you.

Searching for your phone you’d found it on the couch, realizing you never bothered to text Mat you’d made it home safe. Not that you expected him to worry, his offer to text him if you needed anything seemed like a subconscious thing said in passing.

To: Mat Barzal

Made it home safe, been dealing with a bit…matt packed his things and left

[jaeyums]

Just One More (Part 11)

Pairings - Fratboy!Haechan x reader (lowkey x dreamies)

Word Count - 3k

Content Warning - smut (obvi), angst, slight corruption kink, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving). fingering, drinking, loss of virginity, Fratboy! Haechan (kinda), Toxic!Haechan, mentions of drowning (what??) pls Imk if I missed anything

Summary - You curse your new neighbours for partying what feels like every night, the booming bass making it impossible to sleep. Fed up, you finally ask them to turn it down, but when you're forced to make a seemingly harmless deal, things spiral faster than you ever could've imagined.

A/N - part two yippeee :3 sorry it was so late loll

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You slowly open your eyes, immediately closing them again in pain as your head throbs.

“Holy fuck.”

Is all you’re able to say, as you try again to open your eyes, your vision slightly blurry. You reach for where your water bottle sits on your nightstand, only to find an empty space.

You continue to feel around the nightstand only for your eyes to fully adjust, and for you to realize this night stand is black rather than the off white colour you’re used to.

This shock wakes you up fully in a matter of seconds, and you look around an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed.

“Holy fuck.”

You repeat, the reality of your situation setting in. After a moment of processing, you quickly toss away to sheets, and sigh in relief as you see that all your clothes from the previous night are still on.

You check the other side of the bed hesitantly, patting on a puffy part of the blanket, only for it to sink down upon your touch.

Saying a small thank you to the universe, you climb out of the bed, and walk towards the door. You wrap your hands around the handle and push.

It doesn’t budge.

You twist and push again, still nothing. You try again with your whole body weight pressing against the door, only to here a groan come from the other side.

“Fuck, give me a second, would ya.”

A grumpy voice can be heard through the door.

“Haechan?”

You ask tentatively. Opening the door with ease after hearing a body shuffle out of the way.

“In the flesh.”

He says leaning against the other side of the hallway.

“Why did you sleep outside?”

“I knew you’d end up in my bed eventually , but I excepted me to be joining you. So I think the better question is why did you sleep inside, inside my room. ”

You tilt your head, that is a good question actually. You try to think back to last night, only for the sinking realization that you can’t remember much past the game of truth or dare.

“Oh god, what happened last night.”

Your voice slightly panicked. So many different scenarios start flipping through your head, like a disturbing film reel.

He just laughs looking entertained and surprisingly handsome for someone who slept on the floor all night.

“Does this mean you don’t remember our deal? Tsk tsk, I’m disappointed. No worries though, I remember the deal, so it’s no issue.”

“You made a deal with me while I was blacked out? You totally took advantage of me.”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“If I actually wanted to take advantage of you, I could’ve. You were a mess.”

His words sting, a darkness in his eyes almost consuming you. Though, when he sees your face drop even more, he sighs, rolling his eyes in annoyance and starts to explain.

“Not that long after truth or dare you locked yourself in here and told me to guard the door ‘with my life’.”

Now you look more confused than upset.

“Why would I do that?”

You wonder aloud.

“If I had to guess, it might’ve been from the fact that everyone here wanted to talk to you. Jaemin, Jeno, Chenle, Mark. You won’t alone for more than a second before someone wanted to steal you away.”

Something hangs between the lines as he speaks, a negative emotion your hungover state can’t place it’s finger on.

“Okay…so what was the deal?”

You’re almost scared to ask.

“That you’ll come to my next party.”

He smiles widely, he finds himself hilarious.

“Are you serious.”

“Dead, but the next one isn’t here, it’s at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend and the pool there is sick.”

“A pool party?”

He nods, pushing himself off the wall to move closer to you.

“Now how about you scamper on home. You’ve had a long night.”

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The next day while on facetime with your friend, you decide to tell her about the party. She’s half listening while doing her makeup, but when you mention Haechan she freezes.

“Wait did you say Haechan? Like Lee Haechan? Tall? Black hair? Sarcastic? Sexy?”

“Uh yeah? Why?”

You ask confused, but by the expression on her face, your know whatever your friend is about to say is bad news.

“Y/n he is a known fuckboy. Like he’s in a frat for godsake. You need to be careful around him, I’m serious.”

You roll your eyes annoyed.

He’s Mr. pump and dump, smash and dash, ejaculate and evacu-“

“okay okay I get it, thank you,”

You cut her off, getting the message loud and clear.

“I wasn’t planning on getting with him, don’t worry. He couldn’t get close even if he tried.”

“Didn’t you just say you blacked out and slept in his bed.”

“Okay shut up, it won’t happen again.”

She nods, looking unconvinced. You two continue to chat until you get another call, this time from an unsaved number.

“Wait I’m getting a call, gimme a sec.”

You answer the call bringing your phone to your ear.

“Hello? This is y/n right?”

“Uh yes, speaking?”

“It’s me, don’t get too excited.”

You sigh, his familiar voice teasingly heard through the phone.

“How did you get my number, Haechan.”

“You gave it to me when you were drunk.”

“No I didn’t.”

There’s a long pause.

“…I got it off Jisung’s phone.”

That definitely makes more sense, you know you were black out, but there was no chance you would have given Haechan your number.

“I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming to the party tonight? I’m already at the place getting stuff ready, it’s gonna be lit.”

“Do I have to go?”

You whine, hoping he’ll take some sympathy on you from how tired you sound.

“Yup! See you then.”

You hear a long tone, signalling he’s hung up. Fine, you’ll go to his pool party, but he never said anything about actually swimming. You do enough of that at work anyways.

Calling back your friend, you quickly update her on who called and what he said. She gave you a worried look, warning you again to be careful.

With the closet doors swung open, you start shifting through your clothes trying to pick an outfit. You get an idea, turning back to your phone.

“Wait, why don’t you just come with me? That way you can keep an eye on this whole Haechan thing and we can have fun for once.”

“Can’t I have an opening shift tomorrow.”

You groan in response, turning back to your closet in defeat.

“Whatever I didn’t even want you to go anyways.”

You tease.

The two of you continue to joke around, her giving you advice on what to wear and you modelling your options.

You end up settling on short denim shorts, paired with a white baby tee. With everything said and done, you tell her good bye before grabbing your keys and heading out to the party

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The house is bigger than you ever would’ve imagined and it is jumping. This party was massive, especially compared to his previous party. People had gathered all over the property, some on the front lawn, some on a balcony up above you head.

You shift your weight between your feet, suddenly feeling nervous. Once again you feel the need to find Haechan, rationalizing your thoughts by saying it’s only to ensure he knows you held up your side of the deal. You were an hour late so he’s probably wondering where you are, right?

You’re barely two steps into the house when you hear someone call your name.

“Y/n! Get your ass over here, love.”

Jeno stands next to Chenle and Mark, the three of them already holding red solo cups.

“Go grab a drink.”

Jeno gestures with his head towards where the kitchen must be located. You shake your head with an awkward smile.

“I can’t drink, and I’m serious this time. I drove here.”

The boys look a little disappointed but nod in understanding. They continue to talk amongst each other, but you can’t listen, your eyes scanning the crowd nonstop.

Mark interrupts your search with a smirk.

“Looking for someone special?”

He teases, but you can tell he already knows who your dying to see.

“He’s outside, near the pool.”

With that you say goodbye, telling them you’ll be back in a bit, and head off towards the backyard.

The music is just as loud outside as it is inside, your ears still not fully adjusted. The pool itself is quite big as well, although there are very few people actually swimming. Most of them just sitting along the edge talking, only dipping there feet in.

The familiar smell of chlorine tickles your nose and you do a quick scan of the pool, simply out of habit when you notice a boy bobbing a bit in what you assume to be the deep end.

“Oh god please don’t actually be drowning.”

You whisper to yourself, your eyes still locked onto him, he was clearly struggling but you were having a hard time figuring out if it was just a prank or if he was really sinking.

Suddenly his head dips bellow the surface and doesn’t return, and you spring into action, running to the edge closest to him and diving in.

Under the water you can see him, still struggling, but his eyes slowly closing. You hook your arms around his, securing him in your grasp, and pinching his nose with your other hand. You kick back to the surface, your lungs starting to burn.

Returning to the surface, you see a couple boys waiting at the edge, you shout instructions to them as you tow the boy in their direction.

Ordering them on how to lift him out, you plunge back into the water, sitting the boy on your shoulder. You tap the deck three times, signalling to the boys to pull him up, and you push him upwards as hard as you can.

They drag him away from the pool and you climb out quickly, following them. You’re fully locked in, having done this a hundred times.

Sitting next to him as he coughs, you run through your typical checklist. He turns out to be relatively fine, just a stupid victim of drinking and swimming, something that should never mix.

As you continue to talk to him, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn to see Haechan staring at you with such intensity you almost flinch.

“I saw everything, are you okay?”

“Of course, I mean it’s always a little scary but I’m fine. I’m more worried about him.”

“He’s fine, just an idiot. Here, let’s get you dried off.”

You now remember that you’re not actually wearing your guarding uniform. Looking down, you realize your white shirt has become completely see through, sticking to your body, your red bra on full display.

“Yeah okay, thank you.”

With that he grabs your hand and leads you through the party to his bedroom upstairs, weaving between people in crowded places.

“This is my room, head inside. I’ll be right back.”

You open the door hesitantly, turning back for his reassurance, but he has already disappeared. You walk inside to see his room is surprisingly neat. It’s pretty big too, with posters lining his walls, he even has a balcony that overlooks the backyard.

You notice a mirror attached to his closet and walk over to see how much of a mess you look right now. Your mascara is ruined, running down your face like you just watched the saddest movie ever. You hair is soaked, it looks almost intentionally slicked back, except for a stray strand or two.

While fussing with it, you hear the door open, but you pay Haechan no mind as he enters, closing the door behind him. You’re much too occupied fixing your hair.

He comes behind you, brining his head next to yours, staring at your reflection with darkened eyes.

“You look so pretty.”

He whispers, bringing his hand around the opposite side of your head to smudge some of the black staining your cheeks.

“What I wouldn’t give to make your mascara run like this”.

You feel your face heat up, your stomach doing a flip from to his words and touch. You swat his hand away, turning your face.

“Shut up, Haechan.”

He just smirks, and hands you a folded towel. You hastily take it and walk over to his connected bathroom. You lock the door behind you and undress.

The shower itself is heavenly. The water on your skin had became cold, so the heat of the water pouring down felt amazing. You wash your hair and do your best to rid your face of the racoonish look it’s taken.

You finally finish, wrapping the towel just below your shoulders once you’re dry. You reach for your clothes before realizing they’re still soaked. It had completely slipped your mind that you’d need new clothes.

You tentatively open the door, peaking your head around the room. You see Haechan laying on his bed, scrolling on his phone absentmindedly. You call out to him, and he looks up, his eyes instantly devouring you.

“I uh, could I borrow some clothes? Mine are still wet.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, still taking you in. Finally, he gets up, and walks over to his closet.

“Lemme see what I have, I might have some old sweatpants that might fit.”

He ends up picking black sweat pants and a matching black long sleeve, tossing both to you. You catch them with one hand, not daring to let go of the towel.

Slipping back into the bathroom, you quickly change. You check out your new outfit in the bathroom mirror. Both items are way too big for you. Even though the shirt is massive it somehow still hugs the curves of your breasts. You don’t love the fact that you have nothing on underneath Haechans clothes.

You step back into his room where he’s waiting for you.

“How do the pants fit?”

You pull up the shirt slightly with one hand, and pull up the sweats with the other, before dropping them, demonstrating how they drop down landing just below your hip bones.

“What do you think?”

You ask sarcastically. He let’s out a little laugh at your demonstration, stepping closer.

“Here let me help.”

He grabs the waist of the pants, rolling them up once then twice. His fingers ghosting your bare waist in the process. When he finishes, his hands still remain. You can’t help but hyper focus on his touch, on how his warm hands feel on your skin.

Tension fills the air. You look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s another pause, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Kiss me already.”

You whisper, it’s barely audible, you would’ve wondered if he had even heard you if he hadn’t already dipped down, meeting your lips with his.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pushes you against the wall, his leg moving to find home between yours.

Your mouths move together unison, you feel yourself falling deeper in his trance. Though, there’s still a small whisper in your head, reminding you of your friends words, her warning.

Before you can pay attention to it, Haechan starts to push your body down on his thigh, guiding you to grind slowly against it. His kisses moving to your neck, causing you to tilt your head back on the wall in pleasure.

A hand snakes up your waist to rest on your breast, his thumb running over your bud delicately. A small moan escapes your lips, and you swear you can feel him smile against the skin of your neck.

He continues to attack your neck, his hand squeezing and massaging your breast rhythmically.

You pull his head back up by his chin to kiss him, your lips were feeling lonely.

He picks you up, and your legs wrap instinctually around his waist. He carries you to his bed, laying you down gently.

His arms resting on either side of your head, he looks down on you like you’re a feast for kings and he is starving.

He gives you quick but deep kiss, before moving down your body. His hand moves to the waist of your sweatpants, but you grab it before he can slide them down your legs.

“Haechan.”

You say breathlessly, staring down at him with puppy-like eyes.

“Yes, y/n?”

“I..I don’t want to move too fast.”

He looks up at you, a smirk slowly growing on his face. Your innocence is so cute to him.

“Don’t worry princess, you don’t have to move at all. I’ll do all the work.”

He teases, but he still doesn’t move, waiting for your approval to continue.

You bite your lip. Your friend’s warning ringing through your head again.

Fuck it, just one more night with Haechan can’t hurt.

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