#the three of them out partying and then sitting together in the taxi

[melikes-reads]

The trouple we deserve

[alvojake]

Left Alone | L.HS

「prompt」 : abandoned 「pairing」 : bf!heeseung x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.5k

「synopsis」 : you and heeseung had been together for three years, but little by little, heeseung started to show signs of not being interested until it led to you being abandoned at the restaurant you had booked for your anniversary.

「genre」 : angst, fluff if you squint

「warnings」 : crying, cussing, arguments, breakup, reader gets stood up, mentions of alcohol, lmk if I missed anything!!!

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

“Are you ready to order yet, Miss?” The waiter walked over to your table for what seemed like the hundredth time, a look of pity gleaming in her eyes as she held out the little notepad in her hand.

Turning your attention away from the window where you hope by some miracle that Heeseung would show up in front of you. You offered her a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes before glancing down at the empty wine glass in your hand.

“Just another glass of wine,” you told her, your voice sounded defeated. She nodded before turning to walk away.

You tapped the dark screen of your phone until the time showed up. It had been about an hour and a half since he was supposed to be here. There had been not a single text or call, but as sad as you may be, you weren’t surprised. This was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

For the past two months, he has slowly started showing signs of disinterest in your relationship. It started out with his calls becoming shorter and his texts more dry. You had brushed it off as him just being tired from work, but it never got better, if anything it only got worse. Then it turned into him not putting a lot of effort in seeing you when he used to always want to see you any chance that he got before it went to him ignoring your calls and texts, even going as far as avoiding you entirely when you hung out with shared friends.

At first, it hurt you deeply, leaving you to cry into your pillows for hours on end at night. You wanted to confront him about his actions, but at the same time, you were scared to lose what you had because your mother had always told you that if you love someone, you can work through anything. So that’s what you were going to do, use this reservation you had booked for your four-year anniversary to ask him what was going on.

But just like the little voice in the back of your head told you, he stood you up.

When the waiter came back with your glass of wine, you thanked her before asking for the bill. She gave you a sympathetic smile and told you that she would bring it right out.

After finishing your glass of wine you settled your bill and made your way out of the restaurant. Just then, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, and a small flicker of hope bloomed in your chest that it might be Heeseung telling you that he had forgotten and he was sorry. But that spark was rudely dimmed when you saw that it was a message from Jake, your and Heeseung’s mutual friend.

You waved down a taxi and called the male. He picked up the phone just as you shut the car door behind you. Moving the device away from your ear for a moment, you told the driver your address before sitting back in your seat.

“Hey, y/n, where are you?” Jake asked. The music in the background was clearly audible, easily telling you that he was at a party.

“On my way home from the restaurant.” Your voice was void of any emotion, and Jake could tell that something was wrong.

“Restaurant?” His tone was confused, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. You found it just a tad amusing that Heeseung didn’t even bother telling his buddies about your date when he wouldn’t waste a second telling them in the past.

“Yeah. Restaurant. I was supposed to be having a date.” You told him, your free hand twiddling with the hem of your dress and eyes focused on the passing buildings outside.

“What do you mean date?” Jake was beyond confused because Heeseung was with him at the party, so who would you have been with? Then the other part of your sentence clicked in his head, “Wait, supposed to have a date?”

Scoffing, you held back tears the further you got from the restaurant. "Why don’t you ask your best friend?”

Jake felt his heart drop, and he told you to give him a second before you heard shuffling on the other side, followed by the sounds of a door. The music grew louder, and you guessed that he had walked back into the house. You then heard him saying something to someone, but you couldn’t make out what was said due to the music. Then you heard another door close before the music became muffled once more.

“Jake, dude, what the fuck? I was in the middle of a game.” Heeseung’s voice echoed through the phone and your heart squeezed tightly in your chest. He had chosen to go to a party instead of meeting you at the restaurant for your anniversary.

“No, Hee, why the hell did you stand y/n up?” Jake’s tone was harsh as he laid into the older male, “you could have easily told me that you had a date I would have understood. Y/n matters more than some damn party you need–”

 “Oh my god, can you stop? The last damn thing I wanna hear about is y/n. Y/n this, y/n that. I don’t give a fuck!” Heeseung blew up, and his words left a gaping wound in your heart, tears rolling down your eyes. “I am sick and tired of hearing about her and how I should be doing this or that; guess what? She’s not worth my time anymore.”

Your hand covered your mouth to muffle the sound of your cries. You wanted to hang up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The other line fell silent for a moment before Jake’s voice came through again, anger lacing his words.

“So you waste hers?” Jake tried to control his volume, but it was getting increasingly more difficult as he took in Heeseung’s indifferent expression. “You could have easily just ended things, but you want to be an asshole and just lead her on?”

“Jake…” Your voice trailed on, trying to gain the male’s attention, but he couldn’t hear you.

“Not to mention it is low as fuck to just leave her hanging at a restaurant, not only that it’s late and she’s in the city alone.” Jake really laid into Heeseung, who just stood there, his expression becoming unreadable.

“Jake.” You called out louder, catching both of the male’s attention, and Jake quickly brought the phone back up to his ear, ignoring the shocked look on the older’s face. “Just forget it; he’s not worth it.”

Jake wanted to object, but you quickly reassured him that it was fine. He then turned and glared at Heeseung once more. Then he turned the phone on speaker, wanting Heeseung to hear whatever you were about to say.

“He’s not worth it anymore, Jake. Just tell him that we’re done, and I’ll leave all his stuff outside so he can pick it up. But I do not want to see him anymore.” Your voice shook as you tried to stop crying, but the tears were endless.

“Y/n–” Heeseung called out to you, but Jake moved the phone away from him.

Your breath caught in your throat at his voice, but you quickly swallowed it down before speaking, “What you did really hurt me, Heeseung; like Jake said, you could have just ended things, but you decided to make me suffer while you led me on. So we’re done.”

Heeseung took a step forward to say something, but Jake moved away once more and took you off the speakerphone. “You’ve fucked up, Heeseung, and I can’t and won’t stand for it.”

Then, without another word, Jake walked out of the room, putting the phone up to his ear so he could talk to you. He didn’t miss the quiet sounds of you crying making his heart hurt, a sigh pulling from his lips.

“Are you almost home?” he asked, and you told him that the driver had just pulled in. "Okay, I’m heading over, and we can watch a movie or something, and I’ll make you something to eat.”

His words pulled a small laugh from you as you shut the car door behind you once more, “No offense, Jake, but I don’t think I’mma let you cook anything.” You joked, wiping the tears from your face as you walked up to your front door, “plus, haven’t you been drinking?”

“No, Jay and I were the DDs tonight, and I’m sure Jay can handle them,” Jake reassured you. You knew that arguing with him would be pointless, so you just said okay.

Once the phone had been hung up you dropped your hands to your sides, eyes taking in the area around you. Pictures of you and Heeseung lined the halls making your chest tight with grief. Trying your best to ignore them, you got to your room so you could change out of the uncomfortable dress you were wearing.

Then, just like Jake had said, he showed up, offering a bag of fast food and some ice cream. You both then spent the entirety of the night watching movies until you both passed out on the couch. The thoughts of throwing your four-year-long relationship out the window were saved for another time, but for now, you just wanted to forget.

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[podiumackles]

Paper Rings | L. Norris

In which they allow themselves to become undone in each other's touch, and enter a new phase of their relationship.

word count: 5,9k | warnings for mature content (18+); protected sex, fingering, a small nod to a breeding kink, inexperienced reader and lando (but they try their best), possible offensive language, other than that just lots of fluff | prompt(s) used: s35 and s31

Accidents. You hated them. But while normally associated with unpleasant events, for once in your life it had been good. It wasn't intentional that you met Lando Norris and became friends, but eventually, he had unexpectedly asked you out.

You had encountered the young Brit at a party of a mutual friend. You despised parties, and after you had arrived and greeted the birthday girl, you became to realise why; everyone was high off their asses.

It had barely been twenty minutes into the party, and you had already found yourself alone at the bar with a glass of sugar-free Coca-Cola. You did not like drinking alcoholic liquids, and you had thought you were the solitary person in this building to be feeling like this until you saw a young man sit about three metres away from you - most likely drinking the same exact drink as you did.

“I’m Lando,” he had said as he caught your eye, walked up to you and extended his hand for you to shake. “I take it you are not a frequent drinker either?”

Your rosy cheeks flushed while you shook your head, quietly confirming his thoughts. He looked stunning; bright eyes taking all of your attention from the loose blouse and neat trousers. And then to come back to the curls atop his head; you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

After talking with Lando for the rest of the memorable night, you ultimately felt your social battery run out and decided it was time for you to go, much to your dismay.

With his beaming smile and plumb lips shaping around his teeth, he gently assured you that it was no big deal, and if you had wanted to, you could meet up another time. There wasn’t a single doubt inside your mind when you have him your number, and he promised you he would send you a message after offering you a ride home, which you politely declined.

You had gone home that night, head in the clouds, and your fingers itching to look the youngster up on the internet. He had let it slip that he was a driver, though you weren’t certain for what. Was he a taxi driver? Bus driver, perhaps?

Whatever it was, you were too curious not to look it up. He had to have a social media page somewhere, and with a name like that it shouldn’t have been hard to find. Therefore you eagerly searched for his name; Lando. You hadn’t quite gotten his last name yet, so after searching past a certain star wars character, you finally saw his familiar face pop up on the glowing screen. You frowned thoughtfully. He was a Formula 1 driver. You weren’t so sure how he had managed to avoid that topic altogether, but it caused you to appreciate him even more.

It was about two to three months and a few cat and mouse games after that, around Valentine's Day, that he had asked you out. In the few months of being friends, you weren’t entirely sure what you had done to deserve such a kind human being in your life, but you accepted his invitation, nonetheless.

Therefore there you were; happily together for five more months - except this time as a couple. And it couldn’t have been better.

The both of you decided to take it slowly; neither of you had a lot of experience, and you certainly didn’t want to rush things that didn’t need to be rushed.

He had asked you to accompany him at races a couple of times, but you kindly declined each time. You felt like it was invading his personal space, like barging into an office when someone's at work. He could dismiss your thoughts as much as he liked, but it wouldn’t convince you. ‘Some day,’ you had promised.

Denying his kind invitation to his home race felt wrong, but you just weren’t ready. And he accepted that. So, you had made a comfortable spot on your sofa, windows open, and an iced tea in your hands while you watched the race weekend on your television.

You practically screamed when your boyfriend put his orange and chrome car on the first row. The season had been incredibly harsh for both McLaren drivers, but it ultimately seemed they were getting close to where they formerly stood.

And then, the race. Never in a million years would you have thought he would lead a race this year. It only was for a couple of laps, but he managed to pass the reigning world champion during the start and was ahead of the Dutchman even before the first corner.

The race was intense, and you had long forgotten your prepared drink and snacks on the table. But when Lando crossed the line in second place, you almost felt joyful tears escape your eyes. You could contain yourselves, wanting to seem strong for nobody in particular.

In the middle of the podium ceremony, your mum sent you a quick text, ‘he bloody did it again’, and you could no longer contain your tears. You took photos of your television screen, acting as if you did join him during this race. And oh, how you wish you had.

He called you as soon as he was finished with the media duties, like he always does, and talked you through his racing thoughts of the past three hours. And you could do nothing but listen intensely.

He went straight home to you after he was no longer required at the track, your apartment being a small four-hour drive from Silverstone. You had told him he could take some well-deserved rest first, and visit you the day after, but he just desperately wanted to see you.

After a few hours of eager anticipation, you heard the door open, concluding your boyfriend had let himself in with the key you had given him just the week before.

You shot up to meet him in the middle of the living room, where his suitcase and shoes had already been long left at the door. Your socks-covered feet tried their best not to slip from underneath you, and you embraced Lando in an affectionate hug, his arms finding their way around your waist immediately, resting his hands on your lower back.

You took in his scent, cologne mixed with shampoo from his shower after the race. He wore a hoodie from his newest merchandise collection, and you mentally scolded him for dressing like that with the heat hanging over your country.

“I missed you so much.” You told him, and you had. You always had to miss him for a couple of weeks at the least with the races, but he promised he would come back to you. And he always did.

“I’m here, love,” he murmured into your neck, his warm breath causing a shiver over your back. “And so did I.”

“You did so well.” You whispered tenderly, trying your best not to sniffle right then and there. But he caught onto it.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled back from your embrace, causing your hands to slide down to his chest, his palms resting on your cheeks. “Are you crying?”

You chuckled. Of course, you chuckled. How could you not? This man made you laugh with almost every single word he said, even when he tried to be serious.

“Guess I’m just a little overwhelmed,” you looked him in the eyes, those mesmerising irises looking back at yours - concern mixed with a smile. “It’s been a tough mental day, but seeing you back on that podium again -“ you paused for a brief second, a lump forming in your throat, trying your best not to fully let your tears fall. “It was all I could have asked for this weekend.”

He smiled. Genuinely smiled. He could barely afford any other emotion around you than genuine happiness, and you reciprocated that feeling.

“I did it for you,” he smiled, thumbs caressing your cheekbones, and you suddenly felt weak in the knees. His intense gaze, perfect smile, and lips wettened from the times he occasionally ran his tongue along them.

You weren’t exactly certain what came over you, but you grabbed the collar of his sweater, pulled him down to your height and embraced his rosy lips in a loving kiss.

He was taken aback, sure. But it merely took him a few seconds to answer your gesture and deepen the kiss even more.

“You didn’t just do it for me, and you know that.” You giggled as you pulled back for air, and he could barely open his eyes, still captured in the haze of your presence.

“Well, I also did it for you.” He answered, in that tone that he has when he’s excited, where most of the internet won’t be able to decipher if he’s crying or just genuinely laughing. But of course, you would know.

You looked at him, lips red from your kissing, and you chuckled once more. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you almost wondered if your eyes turned into heart shapes.

“Lando,” you breathed, his name being just a singular word, but it came out more shaky than ever. “I think I’m ready.”

He was at a loss for words. In the months you had been together, neither of you had initiated the following step of intercourse. And neither of you felt the need to. It’s not like you and Lando had never done this before. This undoubtedly wasn’t your first relationship. But you had thought this fell under the term of taking it slow, and the desire just had not been there yet.

Until now. And he didn’t know what to say.

“If you don’t want to, we can just-“ “No, no-“ he cut you off, trying to come up with the right words. He did want to, but it just didn’t come out. Your gentle smile started to turn into a frown.

“I do,” he started. “I want to, I-“ he was flustered. And slowly, your nerves started to fade, and a smile came back to your face.

“Lando,” it was now your turn to place your palms on his cheeks, resulting in his landing on your hips. “Easy. No need to get so nervous.”

He let out a profound sigh of relief, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

You clasped his dampened hand, leading him to your bedroom. It hadn’t been the first time he entered this part of your small apartment, and neither had it been the first time he had been in this bed. But this time it was different. And he wasn’t certain if he should be nervous or excited about this next step.

You looked outside the window above your bed, the moon coming to stand high in the unclouded sky as the sun said a quick hello to its other half before starting to strike the horizon and taking the light with it.

The golden hour had started, and somehow it made you experience all kinds of things for this intimate moment.

You sat down on the bottom end of the twin-sized bed, pulling Lando down with you so he sad next to you. You experienced a tingling sensation between your legs, but you weren’t entirely sure how to start acting on it.

And then you did. Unknown courage entered your body, whether it was lust or braveness, you weren’t certain. But you carefully placed your lips onto his, after which he immediately returned the favour.

You carefully stood up, Lando wanted to follow your eager actions, but you gently pushed him back down on the bed and sat on his lap, a leg on each side of him.

His graceful hands landed on your hips, your hands on his warm face, as you both battled it out for dominance into the kiss. It wasn’t rough, but both of you were desperate.

Lando decided to take a bit of control, messily picking you up and gently lowering you onto the soft covers of your bed, not breaking the kiss as he came to hover above you.

When you broke apart for air, you reassuringly smiled at each other and loving eyes never breaking contact.

“You know, Carlos told me the other day that -“ “Lando, shut up about Carlos right now.” You cut him off as you passionately kissed him again, this time hungrily trying to pry his hoodie off of him, but failing miserably.

He broke the kiss, lifting himself up and taking off his neon yellow piece of clothing, only to reveal yet another piece in the shape of a t-shirt.

“I swear to god, you are going to be suffering from a heat stroke someday.” You chuckled at the man above you, delivering him a look and he took the hint and undid himself from his shirt as well before leaning back down to capture you in another kiss with a smile.

He didn’t answer your humorous remark. But he didn’t have to. You knew he wouldn’t listen anyway.

You allowed your hands to roam over his chest, down his abdomen and towards his joggers. But, before you could reach the hem, he stopped you. He gently shoved your hands away as he reached for your shirt, and you took the hint to sit up and assist him.

Breaking the kiss for no more than a few seconds, his lips were on yours again after successfully removing your piece of clothing and you took off your bra before laying back down.

Nerves settled in your stomach and Lando could immediately sense it.

“Hey, love,” he broke the kiss to look into your eyes, barely glancing a single look at your exposed chest just yet. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I know,” you smiled at him and reached up to cup his cheek and gently stroke the area with your thumb. “I want to. But it’s been a while.”

He did nothing but smile at you. That warm, loving smile embracing all of the unique features on his face, the smile that got you head over heels for him in the first place.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Can I?” He finally gestured to your chest, and you nodded before biting your lip and letting go of his warm cheek.

Lando gave you a final kiss to your lips, before finding a path down your neck, towards the valley of your breasts. He placed his tongue around your left nipple while taking care of the other with his strong fingers.

A contented sigh escaped your lips, and you could feel him smile against your skin as you let your fingers glide through his soft curls. The hand that was caressing your breast hesitantly left its spot, and like it had a mind of its own, travelled down to your own joggers. Lando loosened the knot in the strings which were used to keep them up, and his mouth left the spot on your other breast.

He travelled down, placing delicate kisses on your stomach on the way, causing your hands to glide from his hair and land next to you on the mattress.

He shot you one last questioning glance, and you slowly but eagerly nodded, and he grasped this as his sign to carefully undo you from your pants.

Much to your dismay, Lando took his time. Your joggers slid off your thighs with ease, and you felt his delicate and strong fingers glide over your sensitive skin. You shivered out of sensual pleasure, and your boyfriend looked up with a sly smirk. Your thighs were one of your most sensitive spots, and his gentle touch sent goosebumps over your body. He now knew that, too.

When one of the final pieces of fabric had been taken off your body, Lando gently tossed it towards the chair in the corner of your room, where his sweater and both your t-shirts and his hoodie had previously ended up as well.

You looked at him as he stood at the edge of your bed, and you couldn't decide what you desired to do more; hide yourself from his intense gaze, or let your mouth water at the sight of his trained torso.

Lando, however, didn't allow you to think twice and was soon quick to hover back above you and plant another kiss on your reddened lips.

His wet kisses went towards your neck, to a certain spot just below your ear, towards the place your neck and shoulder meet. You felt his tongue on your skin, rosy lips surrounding the wet sensation, as he forcefully sucked on the spot.

Your right hand flew towards the nape of his neck, right where his hair ended, and tried its best to eagerly grasp whatever it could find.

Simultaneously, your other hand ended on his side, your touch tickling his exposed skin, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Another sigh unwillingly escaped your lips at the sensation, and he got back up to examine your eyes.

Your pupils were heavily dilated, your breath was unsteady, and sweat started to form on your forehead near your hairline. But he couldn't help but look at you adoringly.

"Can I touch you?" Lando asked, a charming smile still plastered on his face. You could barely answer. Your chest felt incredibly tight, and your mind was filled with just one word as you looked at the man above you; love.

It frightened you. Absolutely terrified you. Neither of you had shared the three most famous words yet, and you certainly didn't expect it would take this to deliver them into your mind.

Feeling like you've let your boyfriend wait long enough, you eagerly nodded before giving him one last kiss.

Lando looked at the purple reminder on the side of your throat with a proud smile before he let his hands wander down towards your underwear. His eager hands slipped into your panties, a quivering breath escaping your lips as his thumb put pressure on your small bundle of nerves when he found it.

With one final look of approval, he slid off your panties with ease and stashed them with the rest.

His fingers caressed your thighs before finding their way towards your core. He slowly made his way towards the part where you desired him most, but not before teasing the whole area, naturally causing you to let out a frustrated groan.

Lando chuckled. Actually chuckled. It wasn't the first time he had done this tonight, but you never believed sex could actually be funny. And it made the experience all the better.

He finally thought you had had enough teasing for the night, and he carefully entered you with his pointer finger.

To be absolutely honest, he had no idea what he was doing. He tried to memorise stories from others or books he had only half read and then tossed them somewhere randomly, but he never came close to doing it like that himself.

Anticipating your reaction, Lando added another finger when he noticed you clenching around the bare minimum. He moved, slowly but steadily, and small moans began to erupt from your throat.

"Is this okay?" Lando asked after a few strokes, looking up at you to await your reaction.

"Apply pressure with your thumb, right here." You informed him, moving his hand in the slightest and repositioning it to your liking.

And once he applied pressure to the part where you needed him most, and hit a good spot inside, you were almost done for.

Your head fell back into the pillows while he felt his fingers gain more wetness from your core, and your hands reached out to grab a hold of his hair but were met with nothing but air.

He took the hint of your desperate gesture, slightly moving his head towards the direction of your hands as they were still grabbing around for him- like a child reaching for its toy.

You pulled on a particular strand of his soft curls, and he wasn't certain whether he groaned out of pain or pleasure. But, after detecting the sounds that escaped your lips, he was sure it definitely must have been the latter.

"Y/n," Lando breathed as he looked up, meeting your distracted gaze. "Your pretty sounds are like music to my ears, and I could listen to them all day."

You let a slight laugh escape your lips as your head fell back, and you gave another loving tug to his hair.

"Lando," you mimicked his tone, another quivering breath leaving your lips as he continued his pleasurable pace with his fingers. "I- I kinda need you now, are you ready?" You could barely speak, too distracted by the feeling between your legs and the butterflies that erupted through your entire body.

"I think I am," he said as he retreated his fingers, awkwardly looking at them as he secretly swiped them off on his joggers. "Might need a few- uh- strokes. But I think we should be okay."

We.

This was the moment you were about to become one, the final parts of your bodied finally exposed to each other.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asked, and you recognised the minor change in his voice; he felt awkward.

And you totally reciprocated the feeling. There was barely anything more awkward than sharing this kind of intimacy for the first time, being new to each other's likes and pleasures, and having to find out what turned the other on.

You sat up and leaned on your elbows before pointing at the closet on the other side of the room.

"They're in there, uh, top shelf." you stated, and he clumsily walked over to the piece of furniture. His eyes widened at the sight when he opened it and felt a sudden wave of redness taking over his whole body.

"There's- you have a full box of them?" He said as he grabbed the box and turned to you. You fell back, hands covering your flushed face.

"Diane gave them to me a couple of days after her party," you mumbled, a sigh escaping your lips. "She saw us talk and, well, yeah. You know her." A simple 'oh' had left his lips before he grabbed one chrome-looking package from the box and placed the rest back.

"Well, at least we have them." He laughed awkwardly as he returned to the bed, a shaky 'yeah' coming from you as a response.

You retracted your arms as you saw him sitting next to you on the bed, the golden light from outside perfectly framing his features.

The golden hour was made for him.

And you were the lucky one that had him in their bed.

Lando undid himself off his joggers, not caring enough to put them with the rest- so he just left them where he took them off. His boxers followed soon after as he sat back down on the soft covers of the bed.

You barely dared to look, but eventually, you did. And you carefully reached for his member, gently wrapping your fingers around the length. You looked up to search for a look that would tell you he was uncomfortable, but it was the contrary. He sought his best intentions to hold in a moan, but as you started to move your hand, he failed miserably.

He, in turn, reached back between your legs to bring back that on-edge feeling you almost felt before he stopped.

Warming up to each other, Lando retracted his hand, grabbed onto the wrist of your hand that was working on his member, and placed it beside your head. His fingers felt slick, once more covered in the wetness of your own arousal.

Gently, he came to a position in between your legs, leaning on his knees and his hardened length halfway towards his stomach.

He messily tried to rip the foil package in two, barely succeeding but ultimately held the condom between his fingers before rolling it onto his member.

Lando leaned forwards, and he placed his hands on either side of your head, your legs locking around his hips and your hands finding their way to his sides.

"At any time, please tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay?" he said, and you nodded eagerly before responding, "Same to you."

You closed your eyes as he wettened his tip with your arousal and carefully entered you. It wasn't pain that rushed through you, but it did feel unpleasant. You placed your hands on his chest to halt his movements and took your time to adjust to the new feeling of your boyfriend inside of you.

When you opened your eyes, you were confronted with the most caring and loving gaze you had ever encountered. You knew Lando wasn't experienced, and neither were you, but he genuinely cared so much about your well-being. It made this new experience so much better.

"You can move," you told him after about half a minute. "God, please do." He smiled at you before placing a delicate kiss on your lips, and he carefully started to move.

The feeling soon turned into pleasure for both of you and suddenly, neither of you could get enough of each other's touch.

Kisses were messy, loose strands of hair were being pulled, and nothing could ever beat this moment of being intimate with your partner for the first time. Lando made it perfect for you.

After a couple of strokes, you experienced a vaguely familiar sensation building in the pit of your stomach and a tingling feeling coming from your core.

But, you weren't quite there yet. Therefore, you grasped one of his hands and assisted him towards the part where you needed him the most. He took the hint, placed his thumb on your clit, and started making figure eights on the little bundle of nerves. It wasn't perfect, but it worked, and his name started rolling off your tongue more than once.

And it was the same for him. Watching you unravel in pleasure caused by him, your breasts bouncing with each move of his hips like you were a machine tangled in each other. And at that moment, it felt like you only worked with each other.

Your soft walls gripped around him, and he was afraid he wouldn't last much longer, but for you, he would try. For you, he would do everything.

"Lando, please move faster." His unique name escaped your sensual lips in a hurry, a mix of sighs and groans barely making it clear what you were saying. But he understood and got on with it.

"You feel so good," Lando said as he started building up a quicker pace. "Please tell me what you want. What you need."

"Anything, everything," you breathed, grabbing his hand that was working on your clit, and gently pulling him back up to get him into your line of view. "Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it."

And so he did. It wasn't pretty; teeth clashing, lip biting. But it was everything you could wish for.

When Lando started to chase his own orgasm, he instinctively picked up his pace and twisted it into a couple of rough trusts. He wasn't certain what came over him, and for a second, he was anxious this might not be as pleasurable for you as it was for him. But all his worries faded as soon as you pulled him into an embrace, and he fell atop of you, his face buried in your neck, and you vaguely mumbled a couple of words;

"You can have my babies." You told him. He wasn't entirely sure where that came from, but simultaneously, he wasn't complaining.

You, on the other hand, felt embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth and mumbled a scared 'I'm sorry' to your boyfriend.

He retreated from your passionate hold with a reassuring smile, caressing your rosy cheek with his strong fingers. His pace slowed down a bit, but he didn't stop. And that eased your worries the tiniest bit.

"Don't apologise," he chuckled. This man, you thought. He can laugh about everything. "Though I'm not entirely sure where that came from, it might be a little too soon to be thinking about babies."

"No, please, I don't,-" you desperately sighed after taking your hand from your lips. "I don't want any babies. It just happened, I felt hot and my mind took me somewhere else and I just-"

"Ooh! So you have a breeding kink!" Lando exclaimed joyfully, and you felt your face redden at his blunt words. His movements halted, his hand returning towards the back of your neck as he rejoined your embrace.

"Do not fucking speak about this," you said as you hugged him back, feeling his bare skin against yours increasing the pressure between your legs. "In fact, don't mention it for another while. I don't want to think about it."

"As you wish." he smiled, and you were internally grateful he made no big deal about it and didn't find it the biggest turnoff in the bedroom. Everyone has their kinks. You just didn't expect yours to come out during the first time with your current boyfriend.

Lando picked his pace back up, and the feeling in your stomach returned as quickly as it faded before. You let your hands roam through his hair, caressing the back of his neck, as he started pushing in with stuttering thrusts, each of them slow and deep instead of harsh and sloppy.

You tactically moved your hips, trying to find that little fiction from his pelvis against your bundle of nerves, but your desperate movement caused him to reach that spot inside of you.

"Oh- oh my god." You instantly moaned, and Lando came back slightly to look at you, asking if you were okay.

"Definitely. More than alright," a faint sound of a passionate sob escaped your lips as he continued hitting your pleasantest part, a smirk forming on his lips. "Right there, right there."

He felt satisfied with himself. For a second, he was that proud boy who couldn't handle losing. And he felt like he had just won his favourite game.

"Right there, huh?" he teased you, and you quickly nodded before he kissed you again. However, because of your shortened breaths, neither of you could maintain a kiss as Lando picked up his pace and tried to both chase his own high and bring you to yours.

Your foreheads touched, lips just inches away from their other half as the both of you breathed through your mouths to get more air.

Lando shot a brief glance to where your bodies met before he could barely hold on to his pace and started to get sloppy.

You thanked nobody in particular that you had randomly come across a professional athlete. Because no other boy had ever even come close to the stamina the one above you had. nobody gave you the right amount of pleasure. None of them listened to your needs, and most importantly, none of them had ever given you relief.

Your walls tightened, white noise filled your ears, stars came through your vision and you softly clawed on Lando his arms as your high washed over you.

This was how it was supposed to feel.

Lando let out a particularly deep groan, grunting in your ear as your name left his lips, and he released into the condom. The feeling of your orgasm was simply too much for him, but he wished this moment would’ve lasted forever.

For a precious second, everything went quiet. No sounds filled the room except for your shortened breaths, and you took the time to just look at one another. Both of you were smiling contently, and you caressed his cheekbones with your fingers. Lando closed his eyes, simply enjoying your touch, and you looked at the spot where his lashes met his glistering skin.

“Lando,” you started, and he opened his eyes to meet your loving gaze. “I think I-“ You could barely let it out, afraid of what might change. Did he even feel the same way? Did you feel that way? Or was this just the heat of the moment for you, and would you wish you could take back your words right after you said them?

“I love you, too.” Lando finished your sentence, adding the last part to let you know he did feel the same way. You chuckled and pulled him down towards your lips, giving him a kiss that held more words than you could ever speak.

You quickly became to realise Lando never pulled out, and his sudden movement caused you to tremble lightly, suddenly feeling overstimulated by the feeling between your legs.

“I love you, but I’m getting a little overwhelmed here.” You grinned up at him as you pulled apart, after which he replied a quick ‘right, sorry’ and carefully pulled out of you immediately.

A gentle sigh mixed with a moan left your lips at the friction, but Lando got up and went over to your bathroom to toss away the condom and returned with a dampened washing cloth so you could clean yourself.

You looked at him with adoration as he re-entered your room, eyes lingering on his trained abdomen and once more realising how good looking this man actually was.

“See something you like?” Lando said as he handed you the cloth, and you carefully cleaned your core and made sure not to touch any sensitive spots.

“Certainly,” you said as you got up and headed towards the bathroom as well, causing your boyfriend to frown in confusion. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, I’m just going to pee. Does wonders for your health.” You gave him a wink as you turned the corner while biting your lip to contain another laugh.

You were happy

Lando laughed at your remark before putting his boxers on and turning on the nightlight next to your bed. He slid under the covers, quickly checking his phone, though he didn’t find anything worth replying to.

Once you returned, you also put on some clean panties and joined him under the covers of your warm bed.

You shot a glance at your phone on the nightstand, lighting up with multiple alerts of missed calls and messages, but you weren’t worried about them for a second. The only thing you saw was the name of your friend in the notifications and decided to briefly look at what she needed but didn’t care about responding.

Please tell me you finally fucked.

He ended p2!! P2 darling!!

That has to be the perfect moment for a celebration.

She was unbelievable. Of course, this had to be her way of asking, so blunt yet totally in her style. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“What is it?” Lando asked when you put your phone back on the nightstand and snuggled into your pillows, your gaze pointing at the ceiling.

“Diane,” you simply answered. “I don’t think any more context is needed.” He let out a small chuckle at that, immediately knowing what you were implying.

“I take it she knows her box came in handy, then?” he replied, and you just nodded.

You looked over at him, laying on his side and not breaking his stare at you. His head fit perfectly in the pillow underneath him, and he looked so comfortable that you could nearly cry.

“I love you.” You said, this time officially and quietly, and he was happy to respond.

“I love you, too.”

You hated accidents. Except when you went from friends to this.

[theemporium]

Hey Cece, happy Monday! I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but if you are I'd (please) love fem driver x Charles or Daniel. Maybe after a race doesn't go so well she barges into the after party (in front of everyone) and demands one of them fuck her right this second 👀 thank you x

it is very much not monday anymore, i am so sorry but thank you for requesting!🖤

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The tension had been lingering for months before this race weekend.

Everyone knew there was something brewing between you and the Aussie driver. The two of you knew it too and you both constantly toed the line of friends or something more, but there was always something holding you back from making the move.

But this weekend was different. 

It was meant to be a good weekend. Your pace was good. The car felt good. You were setting fast laps for all three practices. You even qualified pretty fucking well on Saturday afternoon in peperation for the race. But the second lights out were called, everything seemed to go to shit. 

Between bad strategy calls and even worse luck with safety cars and pit stops, you had been on edge since the race ended. You were frustrated, pissed and you needed something to take your anger out on—and getting shit-faced wasn’t enough for tonight. 

You needed something more. 

Scratch that—you needed someone. 

You had stormed into the party looking as pretty as death herself in the little black dress you slipped on, the two shots you had before you left your room only fuelling your determination as you strided through the party like it was for you—and not Max who had won the race. 

Your eyes locked on the Aussie driver as you made your way across the cramped club, pushing through the throng of dancing people until you made it to the booth where Daniel was sitting with a few other drivers and Red Bull team members.

You stopped short by the booth, your hands crossed over your chest. 

“Fucking hell, sunshine,” Daniel grinned up at you, shamelessly letting his eyes wander your figure as he took in the sight of you. “You’re looking gorgeous tonight. Is this all for little ol’ me?” 

But you were done with the teasing remarks and the back and forth game. You wanted him and you wanted to know if you were wasting your time. 

“Are you gonna fuck me or not, Ricciardo?” 

Max, who was sitting next to the Aussie driver, had all but choked on his drink as the words left your mouth, smacking his chest as he looked between the two of you with wide eyes. 

Daniel laughed nervously. “What?”

But you didn’t hesitate as you leaned over, one hand leaning on the table and the other placed on the booth just behind his head. “I have had a shit day and I need some help working things off,” you said, your voice a little lower than usual and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fell to your lips. “Now, are you gonna finally stop pissing around and fuck me, or do I need to find someone else to do it?” 

He quickly shook his head. “I’m your man, sunshine.” 

“Good. Then fuck me.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Neither one of you could be bothered waiting for a taxi to head back to the hotel, so Daniel had quickly linked your hands together and guided you towards the bathrooms at the back of the club. You both quickly scampered in, locking the door behind you before your hands were all over each other. 

“I’m gonna fuck every thought out of that pretty head of yours,” Daniel groaned from behind you as he pushed the material of your dress to your hips, tugging your panties to the side before he slid inside you, swearing at how wet and tight you were. 

“Please,” you moaned out, your hands gripping the edge of the sink as you felt him bottom out inside you.

“That’s it, beg for me,” he whispered in your ear, his hands caging you in against the sink as he began to thrust his hips, each one hard and deep. “Beg for me to fuck you dumb.” 

“Fuck me until I can’t think,” you whined to him, your eyes meeting his heated gaze in the mirror as he grinned back at you. 

“Gonna make sure my name is the only thing you remember, sunshine.”

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[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Can I have prompts 15, 34, and 69 with early 2000's Edge plss where she is scared to be in love with them because of trust issues but sweet smut unfolds as they let the feelings out between them?

15: “I’m so scared…of you”

34: “shh it’s okay, I’m here now”

69: having your first time in bed with each other

Tag: @judgementdaysunshine

Word count: 2058

Warnings: mild swearing

Fic type: fluff and smut

Link to masterlist

Reader will be a wrestler, 2001. Will use Adam’s name. Feels silly saying Edge in this context. Christian will just be called Christian as using his real name doesn’t feel right for fics!

Being at large events was always difficult for you. Even if you did know most of the people there. You were still relatively new, only having been there for about three years about the same time as your friends, Adam and Christian. The three of you didn’t go in together. You had met them on your first day actually and hit it off with them immediately. They always had your back both within matches, and backstage. Being quiet made you an easy target for certain wrestlers to pick on you; they’d pull pranks (sometimes cruel ones) on you, be rough with you in the ring. It wasn’t the best time to be a wrestler but you weren’t about to quit. Plus, the two boys would back you up and protect you as much as possible, alongside two other friends, Jeff and Matt Hardy.

The event in question was an after party, following a successful episode of Smackdown. You hung around Adam and Christian who were talking with Kurt Angle and a few others, sticking closely to Adam’s side, while they chatted with other wrestlers. It wasn’t something you admitted to anyone just yet, but you had found yourself with feelings for Adam. There was something about how protective he was over you that just made your heart swoon and your body feel so…safe? Was that the feeling? It was hard to come to terms with how you felt. So many times had you been let down or betrayed by your previous partner that you didn’t know if you could go through with another relationship again. He had broken you in more ways than you’d let on to anyone. The idea of dedicating yourself to someone or letting someone into your heart terrified you.

“We should probably get going!” Adam nudged you, hoping you’d agree. He was enjoying the socialisation but in reality, he felt more comfortable in the idea of heading back to the hotel room you two shared. Saving as much money as possible was at the top of both of your lists so you had agreed to share with him. Tonight would be your first night alone with him, and a big part of you was scared. You nodded, agreeing that it was time.

“I’m going to stay a bit longer,” Christian said, giving you both a quick hug, “but I’ll see you guys later on!”

Exchanging goodbyes with the group, you both headed out to the car park to get a taxi back. Adam left the keys with Christian so he could drive back.

“I think…I might just shower and then sleep when we get back.” You told Adam in the car, sitting a seat away from him in the back, leaving the middle seat free.

“Oh. I was thinking we could watch a film but…yeah sure, if you’re tired, do what you like!” He replied, smiling weakly.

It was a strange response, you had thought. A part of you thought that maybe he was hoping for something more but you didn’t want to jump to conclusions. The rest of the ride was quiet, relaxed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you made a mental note of the outline of his face from the side. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. With the way his long hair framed his face, the little point at the end of his nose. And his body! His arms were strong yet soft to the touch, very welcoming. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so safe? It definitely was his kindness that helped too. You didn’t realise that you had turned your head to get a better look at him, staring with a sparkle in your eyes. He turned to look at you with a smile and pink cheeks, winking slightly. You quickly looked away in embarrassment of being caught staring, hearing him chuckle at your reaction.

After arriving at the hotel, you both made your way up to the room and you rushed in the bathroom to get to the shower to wash away the naughty thoughts that began to cloud your mind. You got undressed with haste and stood under the warm running water, trying to clear your mind. It was getting harder to hide your feelings and anxiety built up in your chest over that fact. You were terrified of a repeat of last time. Deep down you knew he was different but still. What if he secretly was a terrible man? What if he was secretly just as horrible but was fantastic at hiding it? The thought was too horrible to imagine so you tried to ignore it, washing your body and your hair, imagining you were scrubbing that idea away.

Not spending long in there, you dried off and climbed into clothes that you had left folded in there before you left, ready for your evening shower. You looked into the mirror and took a deep breath, calming yourself so Adam wouldn’t ask any questions. You left the bathroom and made your way over to the desk where your hairdryer was ready for you. Except it wasn’t just that there waiting. Adam stood, holding your brush and motioning for you to sit down.

“I know you’re tired but I can…do this for you if you like?” He smiled sheepishly.

Returning the smile, you sat down in front of him. As he began you felt your cheeks and your body become warm with appreciation, the naughty thoughts coming back. He was so concentrated on making sure your hair was fully dry and brushed that he didn’t even notice you staring this time. After about 15 to 20 minutes, he shut the dryer off, just pulling the brush gently through your smooth and shiny hair.

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked, finally looking up at the mirror to make eye contact with you. Adam noticed the nervous look that suddenly crossed your face, and he took a second to squeeze your shoulder to assure you that it was okay. Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“Um…are we just…friends? Or is there something else that you want to try?” He asked, his voice quiet and soft. You felt your throat run dry as the words settled in your brain. He decided to continue on with something that probably shouldn’t have shocked you all that much but it still did regardless.

“Because I don’t know about you but…I definitely have. Feelings. For you.”

You didn’t know what to say. Well, you did, but you were scared of saying it. Your silence scared Adam as he stood there still looking at you, waiting for you to just say something. Anything.

It felt like an eternity before you opened your mouth to speak to him.

“Adam…I’m not going to lie to you because I appreciate you and…what you do for me.” You started with a deep breath. It wasn’t fair to lie to him on how you felt nor was it fair to not tell him why you were afraid of it.

“I’m so scared…of you-“

“Of me? Why?” He interrupted, the shock breaking his heart in two.

“Let me finish, please.” You begged.

He became silent, placing both hands on your shoulders, letting he brush fall to the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s not…really you. It’s the idea of you, and liking you. I want to let you in but I’m scared of what will happen if I do. The last person I let into my heart treated me terribly. I know you’re not that guy but I don’t know if I can let myself trust someone again. I am so terrified that…it will happen again.”

You felt the tears well up in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks rapidly. Just admitting why you were afraid of love somehow felt worse than keeping it secret. It was the shame of talking about it out loud, and now crying about it. Let alone someone who had just admitted they had feelings for you!

You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and his cheek rest on the crown of your head, Adam gently whispering ‘shhh’.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, “I-I know I’m a mess right now and this isn’t what you want to see and I’m sorry I-“

“Shh it’s okay, I’m here now.” He muttered, rocking you side to side.

“I don’t know exactly what happened before in your last relationship,” he gently pulled on your arm to turn you around on the chair to face him, “but I am not him, okay? I need you to understand that. I can love you so much more. In the way you deserve. You just need to let me in to do that.”

He cupped your face, wiping tears away with his thumbs. You both stayed there, gazing into each other's eyes for god knows how long before you both leant towards each other to share a kiss. When your lips met in the middle, your body rushed with tingles as the familiar sensation came back. You hadn’t realised how much you missed kissing!

It wasn’t long before you were standing up in his arms as he led you to the bed, lips still interlocked as you both removed each other's clothes. You both mumbled sweet nothings into each other's soft lips as he pulled your legs apart, aligning himself with your wet and ready entrance.

“Are you ready, baby girl?” He asked, stopping to look at you. You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck as he slowly slid in, keeping his eyes on your face the entire time.

“Tell me if it hurts or if it’s too much. We can stop if you need it.” He reassured, kissing your cheek once he was all the way in. Adam stayed unmoving for a moment to allow you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, not wanting you to be in pain. After signalling to him that it was okay, he began to thrust, being slow and gentle. He buried his face in your neck as the pleasure and your warmth took over his body.

“Faster, please!” You called out to him, gripping his shoulders as the feeling of pleasure overtook your body. Adam picked up the pace while still not hitting too hard, groaning against your skin.

“You’re so gorgeous,” He muttered, littering your skin with small wet kisses as his hands caressed your soft body, “God, I’m so glad I told you…how I feel.”

Just hearing him speak those words sent your heart flying. You had completely forgotten what it felt like to be praised in this way. And to have it from Adam just made it that much sweeter. Already you felt yourself getting close to the finish line, him following behind closely. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you moaned out his name as you drew closer and closer.

“Let it out for me, baby.” He whispered, his lips just barely ghosting the skin of your ear. You gasped as your orgasm hit, Adam holding on to you tight as he continued on with whispering encouraging words of love to you while you rode it out. As you came down, he muttered a quick ‘oh fuck’ before pulling out, cumming on your stomach with a grunt. After finishing, he leant down to give you another kiss before getting up to grab tissues to clean you up.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to…you know…do it inside of you.” He smiled sheepishly, his body pink from the afterglow of sex. You smiled and told him that it was okay, you didn’t mind too much. Once he got you cleaned up, he crawled into the bed next to you and pulled you in for a cuddle.

“I meant what I said earlier, you know.” He said, turned your head to look at him. It had finally set in that Adam just wanted to love you in every way possible. It was still hard to believe that you could be loved that way after before, but you were willing to let him try. Smiling wider, you both shared another kiss, already becoming obsessed with the way you both tasted.

“Let’s give it a try. See where it goes. I…I think I’m ready for you to show me what it’s like to be appreciated again.”

[munsooooon]

gave you the gun, blow me away.

Warning: english is not my first language, so feel free to let me know if any mistake. im getting used to write in english.

The music felt slow and soft even though it was loud music, it seemed like someone at some point had intentionally lowered the volume of the music, at that time it was a purely ambient element, which was in the background as if it were the vibe that was maintaining together with everyone who was in the place because at that point in the party everyone was doing their own thing, there were very drunk boys and girls scattered all over the place, some passed out, some kissing, and some others having conversations that made no sense whatsoever.

Eddie and Steve were no exception.

Steve was sitting on the side of the pool, on his lap, trying to create a face on a huge pumpkin that Eddie had no idea where he got. They had drunk a lot, danced a lot more and they had held hands throughout the party so as not to get lost in the enormous wave of people that surrounded them. Eddie smiled because of the beautiful man he was watching and because it was incredible that a few years ago they had fought against an indescribable underworld, at that point in their lives it seemed like something they had collectively hallucinated and not something real.

‘’Hey Steve.’’

‘’Hmm?’’ Steve exclaimed without leaving his pumpkin aside.

‘’It's almost 5 in the morning’’

‘’Mmm, I don't have the energy to go home.’’

‘’We can take a taxi.’’

Steve didn't answer for a few seconds, he was quite focused on fitting the knife into the eye of the pumpkin.

‘’Look!’’ Steve drawled. ‘’it's like the Hellfire logo’’

Eddie smiled because Steve still remembered Hellfire, of course he still played D&D especially with the kids (who weren't kids anymore) and the gang, but they had stopped calling each other Hellfire, they were just friends playing.

‘’Very metal, darling.’’

Steve wasn't looking at Eddie, but he looked incredibly pleased with the other boy's response. Eddie smiled because damn, he loved him too much. He looked at him for a few seconds and then moved until he invaded Steve's personal space, who didn't care at all, he simply smiled and continued focused on his task.

‘’Let's go home, Stevie.’’ Eddie whispered with his face hidden in Steve's neck.

"Don't be an old man, Dee."

Eddie pulled away and looked at him with amusement, moving closer until their faces were facing each other a few millimeters apart.

‘’Stop behaving like a rich, spoiled child.’’

Steve bit Eddie's shoulder, laughing pleased.

‘’Let's find a room to sleep, wherever we are is my home, if you are there.’’

Eddie felt his eyes shine when he heard Steve's words, his breath caught for a few seconds. He was crazy about him. 

Steve smiled and brushed his nose against Eddie's, because it was already decided, they would stay in a house that they had no idea who owned because they had arrived at that party thanks to Robin, who had already left with her girlfriend, at least three hours before. Steve continued perfecting his pumpkin, lost in his mind, they were silent for a long time because there was nothing more to say.

“It's starting to get light,” Eddie whispered while holding a cigarette.

Steve looked straight at the sky in silence with half-closed eyes, it was true, bright and light blue tones were beginning to appear, he yawned in response, it seemed that his body took it as a signal to start feeling tired. Eddie smiled as he saw him yawn.

‘’I'm very in love with you, Steve Harrington.’’

Steve smiled while still looking at the sky.

‘’I know, I'm in love with you too.’’

Eddie laughed softly.

‘’Is this how we finally decided to say it?’’

‘’Hmm.‘’ Steve exclaimed, pleased. ‘’There was no rush, love.’’

Eddie looked at him intently and curiously, Steve finally took his gaze off the sky and looked straight into Eddie's eyes.

‘’The day you came out of the Upside Down, when I carried you out and you opened your eyes for the first time, I realized I loved you and in those seconds we looked at each other I know we decided we would spend the rest of our lives together, we made a promise even if we didn't say it in words so there was no need to rush. There is no way we could exist without each other, that day you died and came back to life the universe proclaimed us as Steve and Eddie, Steve and Eddie together forever.’’

Eddie looked at him perplexed.

"You won't forget this when you're sober, promise me," Eddie whispered against Steve's lips.

"I'm not drunk, Eddie."

‘’Steve.’’

‘’I'm not going to forget this when I'm sober, I love you sober and not, Eds.’’

‘’Goooooood’’  Eddie smiled.

‘’Gooooooood’’

Eddie smiled and took Steve's hand, they got up and started, being careful not to step on anyone as they passed, because there were more and more kids who had fallen asleep on the floor, they avoided the trash and everything that their feet crossed. . Eddie felt like he could fly, everything around him felt liquid. They crossed the kitchen without letting go of their hands, when they reached the rooms they approached the first one to make sure they were not going to interrupt something, after a few seconds there they realized that it was empty, Steve took Eddie's hand and led them in. In the room, he made sure to lock the door, because they were being stupid to stay in a stranger's house but they weren't stupid enough to leave the door open.

Steve took off his sleeping clothes, leaving him in just his boxers, Eddie suddenly started to feel shy and froze when he tried to take off his shirt.

‘’Need help?’’

Eddie felt himself tremble for a few seconds, because he suddenly remembered those agonizing days in recovery after the Upside Down when he definitely needed help from Steve to be able to take off his clothes. He didn't know how, but he managed to shake his head, he decided to just take off his pants and leave his shirt on, suddenly he was feeling very aware of everything around him, every tone in the darkness, every flash of light that came through the curtains. closed, every bug that sounded outside, he felt his breathing labored, all that meant that he was very nervous.

Fortunately, Steve landed him, once he took him by the hand and led them to the bed, Steve surrounded Eddie with his body, as if he had to protect him, Eddie dropped his head on the other boy's chest, he used his heartbeat. of his heart that sounded loud against his ear to self-regulate.

To remind himself that he was okay, that he was loved. 

‘’Be my boyfriend, Stevie, can I be your boyfriend?’’ Eddie whispered in a sweet voice

Eddie felt Steve's heart race, and without seeing him he could feel him smiling.

‘’I accept, I will always accept being whatever you want me to be, Eddie.’’

Eddie gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep, that whole moment felt like the closure of that horrible time in which he was fighting to live in the arms of his now boyfriend, now it felt like a distant dream. Steve stroked his hair, stuck his fingers in his messy curls, tangled and untangled them between his fingers, and placed kisses wherever he could reach. Life felt that light when you were in the arms of the right person.

On the afternoon they were traveling in the taxi back to his house when Steve kissed him surprisingly, for the first time in all those years and said:

‘’I remember everything.’’

[iamleesi]

THE HUNTERS & THE SOLDIER

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x OC! Avenger Reader

Summary: You and Bucky arrive at the house in Lincoln, Nebraska, to start the mission. And you also meet some… SHIELD agents.

Warnings: Deaths, missing people, hydra.

Other: English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for eventual mistakes. -> 18+. !!

-> Masterlist

-> Part one ; Part three

-> Sam and Dean (02)

The tension in the Quinjet was thick as you and Bucky sat in silence, each of you lost in your own thoughts. Bucky had been avoiding you like the plague but that was no surprise, his jaw clenched thigh as he stared down at the clouds out of the window.

You moved uncomfortably in your seat, your eyes finding his figure. Whether you liked it or not - whether he liked it or not, you needed to break the ice. You couldn’t arrive there pretending to be a couple when it was clear from miles away he’d push you down a hill if he could.

“So,” You started. “Anything you wanna add to the plot? This shit says little about it, Fury is letting us set up a story.” You said, looking up again from your papers. Papers that needed to be burned in case anyone found them. Rules. “Like… when we met? How we met? Something like that?”

“Isn’t that enough?” He muttered, not turning his head to look at you.

“No.” You said letting out a sigh. “Listen, you need to put this one-sided fight you have with me away for a moment. We’re on a mission to save lives, not on vacation.”

He finally turned to look at you for a long moment, before crossing his arms under his chest and sink in the seat he was sitting on. “We met at a party thanks to our common friend, Steven. We immediately hit it off and I asked you out the same night, you said yes and we got together a few months after that - two months, to be exact. The tenth of march is our anniversary. We got engaged three years later the same day and got married… when’s your birthday?”

“Seventh October.” That was the day you were supposedly born. But no one was sure, since you didn’t have a birth certificate.

“Seventh October of the same year. We moved there due to my work since you’re a stay at home wife, and we have been talking about adopting a cat.” He finished. “Is that good enough?” He asked sternly.

“Perfect, actually.”

“Great.” He grunted. “Now shut it.”

“And they say I’m the rude one.” You muttered under your breath.

“I can hear you.”

“You’ll survive.”

* * * *

The taxi pulled up in front of a modest two-story house, its faded paint and overgrown lawn gave it a cozy vibe. There was even a porch. Not that you knew what to expect, you’ve never lived in a house before - and frankly, you couldn’t wait to have your own kitchen even if it was just a big play pretend for the mission.

You and Bucky got out of the car, taking your heavy bags from the trunk. The taxi driver, who was an undercover SHIELD agent, nodded at the both of you before driving away, leaving you both alone to face the mission. You weren’t nervous, and neither was he. If anything, your only complaint was the fact that he wouldn’t talk to you unless it was absolutely necessary.

The neighborhood was quiet, and you could see a few people already looking curious at the new couple in town. Little did they know how much that man hated you.

Unlike you, Bucky was looking at the house with a critical eye, his expression almost unreadable. Not that you had ever seen him without that frown.

“What’s your complain now?” Your hands found your waist, and you looked at him waiting for an answer.

“Too many windows. A kid would be able to break in any second.” He said - he wasn’t wrong but if they chose this house, they must have had a reason. He looked at you for a second before motioning you to follow him as he made his way up to the front door.

“Home sweet home.” You said, walking inside.

“Stay here. I’ll do a quick check of the house to see if everything is alright.” You two just arrived and he already started to boss you around.

“I’ll come with you.”

But this wasn’t an option for him.

“Stay here.” He repeated more firmly than before.

“Ah yeah.” You raised your hands in surrender. “You don’t trust me.” You said, clearly mocking him. “Whatever, James, just be quick.”

You stayed there for about ten minutes before he finally came back, his expression didn’t change one bit. He gave you a simple nod, took the bags - his and yours - and walked upstairs again.

The silent mission begun, apparently, as you were sure he won’t utter a word until he was forced to. Fucking great.

You walked - rushed, immediately to the kitchen. It was, honestly, everything you’ve ever dreamed of. The sunlight was coming in through the huge window that made you also see the backyard, the countertops were made of wood, dotted with small appliances and cooking utensil. A modest wooden table was in the middle of the room and you imagined yourself, perhaps in another life, sitting there with the family you never met.

You forced yourself to walk out of there to find your husband, wherever he disappeared to. You walked upstairs, your footsteps echoing in the empty staircase, and looked in each room - the bathroom, a small library room, and laundry room.

But you found him in the bedroom, pointing a gun at the window.

“What are you-“

Bucky didn’t turn to acknowledge your presence, his focus solely on the window before him. Without saying a word or turn to explain what the fuck he was doing, he pulled the trigger; the gunshot didn’t make you flinch but you weren’t expecting him to do that.

Your eyes widened in shock, mostly because you had just arrived and he was already acting like a fool. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” You almost yelled, walking towards the window to close the curtains - and you saw that the bullet only left a scratch on the glass.

“Relax, it’s bulletproof as I suspected.” He said nonchalantly, shrugging.

“Suspected?!” You repeated, this man was an idiot. So much for being over a hundred years old. “For fuck’s sake, Barnes, someone could have seen it! Or heard!”

Bucky’s eyes finally flickered to hers. “If I am correct, this house is also soundproof. Stark’s technology is hard to miss.” He said with complete indifference, putting the gun down.

You just sighed in frustration, knowing full well that arguing with him was like arguing with a wall. As you shook your head, you walked out of the room and went downstairs again. You irritation was palpable even for Bucky that was following you with what you swore was a grin. That asshole.

You, once back in the kitchen, stood in front of the coffe maker. The familiar hum of the machine filling the quiet room as you prepared yourself a well-deserved cup of coffee. Not even half an hour and he managed to piss you off.

“What do you know about those SHIELD agents we were supposed to meet today?” You tried to keep your tone casual as you turned to face him.

Bucky watched her from his seat at the kitchen table. “Not much.” He replied curtly, his arms crossed over his chest in a defensive stance. Stuck with the person he trusted less in the entire State, he felt alone in that mission.

Maybe he was being stupid, but he couldn’t look past the way you served Hydra for all those years without ever questioning a damn thing.

You raised an eyebrow, your irritation raising at his dismissive attitude. “Helpful.” You remarked dryly, taking a sip of coffee.

His jaw clenched at your sarcasm. “I know as much as you do, Emma.” He retorted, his tone full of annoyance. “If I’m not helpful then neither are you.”

“Then let’s just hope they’re better than you.” You couldn’t help but say. “Wouldn’t want to work with reckless assholes for God knows how long.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed with anger after hearing your remark. “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what, Barnes?” Your own temper was rising to match his.

He was about to answer before the doorbell rang and his words died in his mouth. The bell rang in a distinct pattern - three times with quick breaks. It was a code that both you and Bucky recognized instantly.

The agents had arrived.

That also meant the mission had officially begun, and you both had to put and end to the reckless behavior and start being professional. That probably was going to be the hardest part of the whole ordeal.

Without uttering another word Bucky rose from his seat, the tension on his shoulders was visible. He made his way to the front door with you trailing just a few steps behind. The asshole didn’t even spare you a glance before opening the door.

As it swung open, you were greeted by the sight of two men standing on the doorstep, they were both dressed formally and you noticed that one of them had a small cut on the lower lip.

One of the two men was tall, even taller than Bucky, and he was very well built. His brown hair was tied in a neat man bun, and he was looking back at the grumpy Super Soldier with a small, amicable smile.

You edged closer to the doorframe trying to get a better look at the other man since Bucky had moved just enough to block your view.

He was definitely shorter than his companion, but there was something about him that seemed far more intimidating. Perhaps it was due to the fact that his piercing green eyes were locked on yours and, for a short moment, you thought you saw a small smirk playing on his lips before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Clearing his throat, the shorter man broke the silence. “Barnes and Dayne?” He asked just to make sure, his voice was barely above a whisper to prevent anyone to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Mh.” Bucky responded, nodding in affirmation to the man’s words as he moved aside to let the strangers inside the house.

“What he meant to say,” You glared at your partner for the mission before continuing. “was yes, we are and you’re welcome.”

“Thank you.” The taller man shared a glance with the other one. “My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean.” He pointed to the shorter guy, who was scanning the surroundings.

Before you could introduce yourself too, even if it was clear that the two men already knew who you and Bucky were, Dean spoke first.

“There are too many window in this house. Even a kid would be able to break in.” He said. “Is this supposed to be your base?”

How ironic.

“Yes. And the windows are bulletproof and locked, though. Already tested it.” Bucky answered. “No one can break in.”

“The doors?” Sam asked.

“They can’t be opened in anyway from the outside and there’s a passcode to lock them for more safety.” You answered. “We’re good.”

“Great.” Dean spoke, walking past the both of you to go sit on the couch. “You guys don’t mind if I make myself at home? It’s been a long day.” He said, sending his brother a glare. That sounded quite personal.

Sam shot his brother a warning glance back, clearly trying to dissolve the growing tension. “Dean’s right.” He interjected smoothly, his voice calm as he went to sit on the armchair - purposely away from his brother.

Weird.

“Are you two gonna stay in here with us for the entire duration of the mission?” You asked.

“No, we momentarily live in the house next to this one.” Sam informed you.

“We’ve been following a series of disappearances in the area.” Dean begun, getting down to business immediately, as you and Bucky took a seat as well. “We were given fake identities and went undercover as FBI agents, most of the cases led to dead ends…” He made a pause, taking a stack of papers from his bag and tossing it on the coffee table so everyone could have a clear view of it. “Except this.”

You looked closer. There were some pictures of a woman, not much older than you probably, alongside some of her personal data. Cassandra Miller.

“This says she was a nurse.” Bucky spoke. “Hydra is after people that nobody would look for.”

Sam nodded, agreeing to that. “True.” He said. “But after talking with some of her colleagues, we found out she was the assigned nurse to treat a patient that was found dying near a river. The man had no documents on him and he was barely recognizable but still alive.”

As Sam spoke, Dean retrieved another set of documents from his bag and spread them out on the table. Amongst them were medical records, lab reports and handwritten notes.

“She found out some anomalies in his DNA and begun to dig deeper - apparently went a bit too far because she completely disappeared five days ago.” Dean finished Sam’s speech, looking at both Avengers.

Your heart sank as the weight of the whole situation settled on your shoulders - if what you were thinking was right, Hydra was probably looking for another you. Another person who could survive all the shit they injected and comply, instead they were just leaving a trace of bodies behind - and you only had found two for now. Who knows how many there where out there.

You knew all too well the fear and helplessness that those poor people must have felt - must be feeling now as you spoke. Being assigned on this case was already bringing your mind back to memories you wanted to forget but couldn’t even if you tried. That was a burden you’d carry all your life.

Memories of your own captivity - that you didn’t even know was one. The experiments, the torture, the constant struggle to hold onto your humanity- everything came back in an instant and you felt like suffocating. Innocent people were going through that and you were there, trying to make light of it all without even knowing where to begin.

Your eyes fell on the photographs and documents spread out once again, and you felt a surge of rage and sorrow wash over you. But then, you frowned.

You were kept a secret for fifteen years inside Hydra’s facility, no medial records of what they did to you existed to your knowledge. You, growing up in there, often saw other ‘patients’. You had seen things that probably not even Bucky had seen, and you knew Hydra never left pieces behind.

“Why,” You started, clearing your throat as you tried to ignore the fact that you felt like someone was squeezing it. “Why are they leaving the bodies out in the nature? Why aren’t they burning them like they used to?”

Bucky turned to look at you, a frown on his face. “What makes you think it was them? One of them was found still alive, maybe he escaped?” He didn’t believe his own words for a second - no one escaped Hydra. But he also knew it was unlikely for them to purposely leave a trace to follow now that the Avengers were looking for them.

You shook your head, dragging the picture of the man in front of him. “Look at his feet.”

Bucky did as you said and he let out a breath. “Found without shoes and no scratches on his feet.” He noticed. “He was left there on purpose.”

You nodded. “And they wanted us to know.”

As you stared into Bucky’s eyes for a moment, you missed the glance the two brothers gave to each other. As if they knew something more about this whole situation than you and Bucky could ever imagine.

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Chapter 1-1/27/2030

Damian priest: archer of lust (tw: sexual content) chapters 1-23 (chapters 24-39 will be included in a separate post

I was at LAX waiting to board a flight to France, when a man in a black hoodie walked towards me. He sat down next to me and said, "where are you headed?" I said, "I'm going to Paris." He sat there for a minute without saying anything. Then he said,"Really? me too!" "What's your seat number?" I pull out my ticket and show him. We board the plane without saying anything to each other, until we find out that we're sitting right next to each other. He already knows my name because I showed him my ticket. So I decided to ask him, "What's your name?" He responds, "Damian." We sit and talk for hours, until eventually I fall asleep.

Chapter 2-1/28/2030

A few hours later, Damian gently touches my shoulder and says "Wake up beautiful, we're here." We get off the plane and exchange numbers. I pick up my baggage and take a taxi to my hotel so I can shower and unpack. Fifteen minutes after I get finished unpacking, I get a text from Damian that says, "Meet me downtown, I want to buy you a necklace and a dress so we can go out to dinner together". I pick out a beautiful black dress, and after I change, we go out to dinner at a local bistro. He orders us some champagne. We eat and talk about our lives. After dinner, we take in some of the sites around the city. And then he says "Do you want to come back to my hotel room with me?" I tell him that I'm not quite comfortable with that idea yet, but maybe tomorrow. He has the taxi drop me off at my hotel. I go to my hotel room and fall asleep.

Chapter 3-1/29/2030

When I wake up the next day, I have a text from Damian:"Hey I have an errand to run. I'll pick you up at six for dinner." I explore the city as I wait for Damian. Damian picks me up at six, as promised. He takes me to a nice bistro. I gave my order to the waiter, and then turned around to see that Damian wasn't in his chair. I look down, and Damian is down on one knee, proposing! He said, "Aleks, I love you more than words can describe. Will you marry me?" I wanted to say no, but I realized that I felt the same way. "Yes!" I said, excited. He slips the gorgeous ring on my finger. After that, we left the restaurant and headed to his hotel room to have sex. We start out slowly, passionately kissing while we undress each other. After I was undressed, Damian carried me to bed, got on top of me and started caressing my entire body, making sure I was fully aroused and prepared for him to penetrate me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Damian, this feels so amazing" I said. "I love you babe." he said. I eventually climaxed, and fell back on to the bed, and went to bed cradled in Damian's arms.

Chapter 4-1/30/2030

I reach for Damian, but he's not next to me. I see a note on the bedside table that said: "Hey beautiful I went to go get us breakfast and find a gift for you, xoxo, love Damian. I didn't feel very good, so I went to the local pharmacy to get some medicine. It didn't work, so I got a pregnancy test. I took it, and it came back positive. I text Damian: "I'm pregnant!" He responded with: " I'll be the best father ever!" Damian came back and celebrated with me. We called family and friends to tell them the exciting news. We were so happy.

Chapter 5-2/2030-8/2030

After we announced my pregnancy, Damian and I decided to stay in Paris indefinitely. We found a two bedroom apartment for rent and had our belongings shipped from overseas. We also got health insurance and found a good OBGYN for me. We found out that we were having triplets!!! We immediately ordered three cribs and a triple stroller. Six months later we had a gender reveal party. We found out that we were having 3 girls!! Damian said " I'm so excited to meet our girls!!" We decided on their names: Grace, Destiny and Serenity. After we found out the gender of our babies, we started planning our wedding.

Chapter 6-8/2030-10/2030

Damian and I planned our wedding meticulously. We chose Halloween as our date. One day we were looking at cakes, when Damian suddenly said, "Honey, maternity wedding dresses are very hard to find, so I got you a custom one." He shows me the dress. It was black with lace and white beads. "Oh babe, it is absolutely gorgeous, you didn't have to do that." I said. I showed him the cake I wanted. "That looks delicious, go ahead and order it." he said. I lean over and kiss him. He suggested Puerto Rico for our honeymoon and I agreed. I sent out the invitations and he picked out a suit and the wedding planning was complete.

Chapter 7-10/31/2030

Our wedding was amazing! I walked down the aisle to Taylor Swift. I looked up at Damian, only to see him in tears. "You look absolutely stunning!" he said once I made it down the aisle. Eventually the priest said that we could say our vows. Damian went first. He said, "Aleks, I meant what I said the night I proposed,I love you more than words can describe. I'm proud to be able to call you my wife." I said, "Damian, I knew you were the man I needed from day one, and I am honored to be able to call you my husband." We exchanged rings and shared the most passionate kiss ever. We took wedding photos with our family and friends.

Chapter 8-11/1-2030

The next day, sadness followed. We found out that our girls were stillborn. I just wanted to cry. Damian was so supportive. " I love you, no matter what happens. Maybe having children just isn't in the cards for us." We were absolutely heartbroken. We decided to donate the cribs and the stroller. We also told our family, who immediately were supportive. They brought over food and gifts for us. My OBGYN called and offered her condolences. She said that the girls being multiples, being two days past their due date and the stress of the wedding caused the stillbirth. To take my mind off of it, I went to work. Damian and I powered through the grief and planned our honeymoon.

Chapter 9-11/2-11/8/2030

The honeymoon took about a week to plan. We decided to go to Puerto Rico in February, to give us time to grieve the loss of our girls and spend time together. We picked out our hotel and sights to see. We were so excited to plan our honeymoon. "I love you, honey and I hope this helps bring us closer together." Damian said,on the last night that we planned our honeymoon."It will,babe. I'm sorry if I seem distant, it's just…" I trail off. At that point, I started crying. Damian saw this and took me to the bedroom. I eventually stopped crying and then he took my clothes off and started caressing me. We had sex multiple times that night, each time being slower and more passionate than the last. " Damian, you are the most amazing man in the world." I said. He responded: " You are the most beautiful woman in the world and I love you to death." He kissed me so passionately, I moaned and climaxed. He kept kissing me, until I fell back on to the bed and fell asleep, cradled in his arms.

Chapter 10-2/4/2031

Damian and I went on our honeymoon in a private jet . We got into Puerto Rico late at night, so we just headed to our hotel. Damian held me and he told me something I wasn't expecting: "I have a surprise for you. When I found out that the girls were stillborn, I went to go get their names engraved on a necklace for you. I think now is the right time to give it to you." He opens up a velvet box. I look inside. It's a gold necklace engraved with the names of our baby girls. I see it and immediately start crying. "Babe, this is so sweet of you,thanks ." After he gives me the necklace, he passionately kisses me and undresses me. He carries me to the bed and we have sex. He was slow, gentle and passionate. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I moan and he smiles. For the first time in a while, I felt free of all emotions. I felt lighter than a feather. " Damian, I feel amazing right now, keep going." I said."I will" he said. He penetrates me, and my moaning becomes louder, and I climax. Damian keeps going. I screamed, but it was a scream of passion. I returned the passion when I got on top of Damian. I kissed him passionately and sucked on his dick. We kissed and switched positions. He penetrates me again and I moan loudly. He falls asleep in my arms.

Chapter 11-2/5/2031

The next day, all we did was make love. I started by caressing Damian's hair. I sucked his dick and aroused him. He got on top of me, and penetrated me. I closed my eyes and moaned. He smiles. He keeps saying, "sex with you is a dream." I moan loudly and he keeps going, getting more and more passionate with every touch. He sticks his dick in deeper, and I climax. I moan louder. I caress his chest, and he caresses mine. I moan even louder, and I get on top of him and grab his hair and suck his dick. He moans and tells me to keep going, so I do. He gets on top of me, and licks my vagina. I moan and climax. He penetrates again, which elicits a cry of passion from me. He kisses me and I moan again. He flips me over and runs his hands down my back. He flips me over again and runs his hands down my chest. I moan again. He penetrates again, and my moaning becomes louder. I bite my lip and moan again as he caresses my entire body. Later we use bondage. He ties me up and penetrates me again and I climax. He keeps going. I climaxed 2 more times and we switched positions. I bite his dick, he moans so loudly. I keep going. He flips me over and penetrates me anally. I screamed. He goes deeper and I moan loudly. We eventually fall asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 12-2/6/2031

Damian shows me around the city. It was beautiful. We had lunch at the beach, and bought some souvenirs from local vendors. I bought a vase and some jewelry. We have dinner at a famous sandwich shop. It was delicious. Then we go to a movie. After the movie, we went back to the hotel and made love. I sucked his dick and aroused him. He got on top of me, and penetrated me. I closed my eyes and moaned. He goes deeper and I moan loudly. I get on top of him and bite his dick.He moans and tells me to keep going, so I do. He gets on top of me, and licks my vagina. He penetrates me again. I climax and moan. He touches my chest and I moan loudly. I feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria as Damian caresses my vagina. I fall asleep as Damian keeps caressing me.

Chapter 13-2/7/2031

Damian had a surprise for me when I got up the next morning: " I brought you some breakfast." he said. " I also went to one of the local orphanages yesterday and adopted a baby girl for us!!! I'm so excited for you to meet her." Damian takes me to the orphanage, where I met our new baby girl. " Her name is Sophia." he said. " Oh Damian, she's perfect!" I said. We took her back to the hotel with us where we held her for hours. She had beautiful brown eyes and the tiniest little fingers. "She's an absolute angel." I said. "I know, and she's all ours." Damian said. We put her to bed and made love again.

Chapter 14-2/8/2031.

When I got up, Damian was already awake. " Hey beautiful lady, we gotta leave soon." I'll get the baby ready while you get ready." We left soon after.

Chapter 15-2/8/2031-late afternoon

Once we got back on the private jet, I put the baby to bed. Damian puts on a movie for us. Thirty minutes later, he pauses the movie. " Hold on honey, I've got to take this." It was a phone call. I can't hear anything he's saying. Forty-five minutes later, he comes back. " There's been a change in our plans." He said. " Triple H called. The judgement day has a match tomorrow, and Finn's been injured. I have to replace him. We're heading to Dallas." We finished the movie and fell asleep.

Chapter 16-2/9/2031.

We arrived in Dallas at 7:00. I woke Sophia up to feed her. Damian and I rented a car to go to our hotel. Damian took a shower and changed into his ring gear. We had lunch and then headed to the stadium. The judgement day had the first match of the night. They faced the Miz, big Bronson Reed and Sami Zayn. Damian secures the win. After he wins, he asks Rhea to hand him a microphone. He pulls me into the ring. " As most of you know, I've been on a hiatus for a while now. During the hiatus, I met the love of my life. I'd like to introduce the WWE universe to my beautiful wife and judgement day's new manager, Aleksandria Priest!!" The crowd cheers. We head backstage, and I start hearing, "Hey Damian, congratulations on the wedding!!" We meet up with the other members of the judgement day. Rhea shakes my hand and gives me a hug. " Congratulations on the wedding and welcome to the judgement day." Finn hugs me and says, "We didn't even know Damian got married. Congratulations. You're a lucky woman. Welcome to the judgement day". JD and Dominic follow with similar sentiments. Damian and I go back to the hotel. I go to the bathroom to shower. When I get out, there are rose petals leading to the bed. Damian hands me a gift bag. It is black. I look inside. It's black and purple lingerie. "Put it on. I wanna see how sexy you look." After I put it on, Damian carries me to the bed and pulls his shirt off and starts caressing my entire body. "You look so sexy right now." He said. He penetrates me and I moan loudly. "I'm in control tonight" he says. He goes deeper and I climax. He ties me to the bed and licks my vagina. I cry out passionately. He kisses me repeatedly and I moan loudly. He penetrates me again and I climax again. He cradles me in his arms and goes deeper. He keeps going. I eventually fell asleep.

Chapter 17-2/30/2031

I'd been feeling funny for three weeks. I knew that I was pregnant. I took a test and sure enough,it was positive. We had to travel to Lexington Kentucky for a live event. Damian had a match. During the match, I held up a sign that said "Damian, I'm pregnant!" Damian didn't notice at first, but Rhea did. After his match, Rhea said, "Damian, look!" He looks at the sign. He immediately dropped everything to hug me. On our way backstage, he says "I can't believe it! Are you sure?" "100 percent," I said. "You're high risk, so we have to make sure that you go to all of your appointments." He said. Once I was backstage, Rhea hugged me. "Congratulations. Damian has already told me that you're a great mom to little Sophia." We went back to Paris by private jet that night.

Chapter 18-3/1-9/6/2031

I went to all of my appointments, like Damian asked. I also went to all of his events. In August, we asked triple H about doing our gender reveal party on raw. He agreed. Damian and I released balloons in the arena in Charlotte. Rhea, Finn, JD and Dominic were also there. "We want the crowd to help us." I said. The crowd counted backwards from ten. When we released the balloons, we found out that we were having a girl…again. I was happy but I was also nervous. I remembered what happened last time with our triplets. I started crying. "What's wrong?" Damian asked. " I'm just nervous because I remembered what happened to our triplets." "It's gonna be ok, Aleks. I'll be there every step of the way."

Chapter 19-9/7/2031

The day starts out like normal. I feed, change and dress Sophia. I have lunch with Damian and we head to the stadium in Atlanta. That night though, tragedy strikes. Damian is facing Gunther. During the match, I get up onto the ring apron so I can see Damian better. Five minutes later, Damian sends Gunther flying across the ring. Gunther hits the ropes with such force, it knocks me off the apron and I land on a table. I immediately fall unconscious. I start seizing. Damian immediately rushes to my side. " Oh shit. Babe, I'm so sorry!" I hear Damian say, crying. A commentator calls for the medical staff. They rush out, ready to help. I hear one medic say, "Her pupils are not reactive to light at all. We've got to get her to the ambulance now!!!" Damian calls the judgement day for moral support. They come running out of the locker room. "Holy shit", Rhea says. " Is she ok?" I'm still unconscious as I'm being put into the ambulance. " I'm not going anywhere babe." I hear Damian say. "I'm right here."

Chapter 20-9/7/2031-late evening

We make it to the hospital at 10:00. "I'm still here, babe." I hear Damian say. The nurses immediately start vitals. " Her heart rate and blood pressure are through the roof!" I hear one nurse say. Another nurse checks my pupils. "Her pupils are still not reactive to light." I hear Damian mention that I'm pregnant, and the nurses immediately go into high alert. "We need an ultrasound and brain scan NOW!!!" They get the monitors and equipment. They notice a lot of swelling on my brain. The baby is ok, luckily. I wake up after those tests are done. "Mr. Priest, your wife is awake." the nurse said. Damian rushes in. " Is she ok?" Damian asked. " She needs emergency brain surgery." They put me under anesthesia and I fall back asleep.

Chapter 21-9/12/2031

I slept for 4.5 days. When I awoke, I immediately said "Damian?" "I'm right here, babe. Rhea, Finn, JD and Dominic will be here soon to see you." Damian said. He immediately gives me a hug and kiss. " I thought you were going to die!" He said. A few hours later, Rhea, JD, Finn and Dominic came to see me. They all hug me. "Girl, we thought you were dead!" Rhea said. They give me gifts. "The company made this shirt for you." JD said. The shirt was black and said, "Aleksandria Priest. All rise for the priestess!" "Thanks guys, I love it!" I said. They eventually have to go, and I fall asleep.

Chapter 22-9/13/2031

When I woke up, Damian was in the doorway. Five minutes later, he comes back into the room. "I updated Triple H on your status. He said your job is there when you are able to come back." " Tell him I said thank you. That is extremely generous of him." I said. I went back to sleep after breakfast. I wake up thirty minutes later, in severe pain. Damian sees that I'm in pain and is immediately by my side. " Honey, what's wrong?" He said. " I think I'm in labor!" I said. Damian runs to get a nurse. The nurse immediately puts me on a gurney and takes me to the OR. She tells Damian," Because of her recent surgery, she needs a C-section to avoid complications." Damian runs up next to the gurney and holds my hand. " I'm going to be by your side through all of this. " Damian said. When I get into the OR, the nurses immediately prep me for the C-section. Damian kisses me and says, "I love you." The nurses put me under anesthesia and I fell asleep.

Chapter 23-9/13/2031-late afternoon.

My anesthesia wears off just as our baby girl cries for the first time. I hear a snip as Damian cuts the umbilical cord. Five minutes later, she's in my arms. She's a perfect mix of me and Damian. " She's a little angel." I said. As soon as I said angel, Damian looked at me. " That should be her name. If it wasn't for her, you probably wouldn't be alive right now." "You're right." I said. Damian comes over to me and kisses me. After the birth certificate is signed, I'm taken back to my room, where I fall asleep.

[obriengf]

𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕤; CLOSED

all blurbs are fun blurbs, especially when they're meet-ugllies! if you'd like to participate, please inbox ONE of the below prompts and ONE dylan character! once i have received a prompt, i will cross it off so i don't get multiple of the same one. let's get adorably ugly, besties!! accepting prompts for: stiles thomas mitch joel stuart

MEET UGLY PROMPTS by tokiosunset & allirica & veronicabunchwrites under the cut

*some of these prompts have been altered from the originals

“I broke your nose at a mosh pit”

“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’”

“You hit me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend”

“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly performing the Heimlich maneuver”

“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame”

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but you're kinda cute so we’re good”

“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying”

“You’re my new neighbour and I came over at 8am to introduce myself but it turns out you work late shifts and I woke you up and now you hate me”

“I was waiting for the bus in the rain and you drove past and soaked me in water. Now I’m at a coffee shop and hey look who’s here”

“I’m the maid of honor for a wedding, the groom/bride asked me to do a last minute errand and you just bumped into me and spilled coffee down my dress, ends up you're the best man"

“You decided to move your buddy’s car as a prank, but you got the wrong car and now I think you’re breaking into my car, what the hell is wrong with you

“It took me forever to get a taxi to stop and then you just swoop in and steal it, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m on a date, you’re our server and the person I’m with keeps treating you obnoxiously and doesn’t tip at the end, now you think I’m an asshole too because I was on a date with them”

"we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass"

"in a moment of stupidity, I keyed what I thought was my ex’s car only to be surprised when you come screaming towards me"

"we’re strangers who meet at a bar, get drunk, and wake up to announcements of our new engagement all over our social media - what did we do???"

"we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine"

"you’re on a date with this awful, awful person who keeps getting under my skin because my friend and I have been eavesdropping all night and your date says something that makes me snap … I thought it was a first date, not a three year relationship"

"my friend trips and hurts themselves but I faint at the sight of blood and collapse. your attempt to catch me doesn’t go as planned and you ripped your clothes"

"a friend set us up on a blind date but you never showed so when we meet at our friend’s party, I refuse to talk to you"

"I didn’t know my ex moved so you find me sitting on the floor in front of your apartment door" JOEL DAWSON

[dailyanarchistposts]

Chapter 6. Revolution

How will communities decide to organize themselves at first?

All people are capable of self-organization, whether or not they are experienced in political work. Of course, taking control of our lives won’t be easy at first, but it is imminently possible. In most cases, people take the obvious approach, spontaneously holding large, open meetings with their neighbors, co-workers, or comrades on the barricades to figure out what needs to be done. In some cases, society is organized through pre-existing revolutionary organizations.

The 2001 popular rebellion in Argentina saw people take an unprecedented level of control over their lives. They formed neighborhood assemblies, took over factories and abandoned land, created barter networks, blockaded highways to compel the government to grant relief to the unemployed, held the streets against lethal police repression, and forced four presidents and multiple vice presidents and economic ministers to resign in quick succession. Through it all, they did not appoint leadership, and most of the neighborhood assemblies rejected political parties and trade unions trying to co-opt these spontaneous institutions. Within the assemblies, factory occupations, and other organizations, they practiced consensus and encouraged horizontal organizing. In the words of one activist involved in establishing alternative social structures in his neighborhood, where unemployment reached 80%: “We are building power, not taking it.”[101]

People formed over 200 neighborhood assemblies in Buenos Aires alone, involving thousands of people; according to one poll, one in three residents of the capital had attended an assembly. People began by meeting in their neighborhoods, often over a common meal, or olla popular. Next they would occupy a space to serve as a social center — in many cases, an abandoned bank. Soon the neighborhood assembly would be holding weekly meetings “on community issues but also on topics such as the external debt, war, and free trade” as well as “how they could work together and how they saw the future.” Many social centers would eventually offer:

an info space and perhaps computers, books, and various workshops on yoga, self defence, languages, and basic skills. Many also have community gardens, run after school kids’ clubs and adult education classes, put on social and cultural events, cook food collectively, and mobilise politically for themselves and in support of the piqueteros and reclaimed factories.[102]

The assemblies set up working groups, such as healthcare and alternative media committees, that held additional meetings involving the people most interested in those projects. According to visiting independent journalists:

Some assemblies have as many as 200 people participating, others are much smaller. One of the assemblies we attended had about 40 people present, ranging from two mothers sitting on the sidewalk while breast feeding, to a lawyer in a suit, to a skinny hippie in batik flares, to an elderly taxi driver, to a dreadlocked bike messenger, to a nursing student. It was a whole slice of Argentinean society standing in a circle on a street corner under the orange glow of sodium lights, passing around a brand new megaphone and discussing how to take back control of their lives. Every now and then a car would pass by and beep its horn in support, and this was all happening between 8 pm and midnight on a Wednesday evening![103]

Soon the neighborhood assemblies were coordinating at a city-wide level. Once a week the assemblies sent spokespeople to the interbarrio plenary, which brought together thousands of people from across the city to propose joint projects and protest plans. At the interbarrio, decisions were made with a majority vote, but the structure was non-coercive so the decisions were not binding — they were only carried out if people had the enthusiasm to carry them out. Accordingly, if a large number of people at the interbarrio voted to abstain on a specific proposal, the proposal was reworked so it would receive more support.

The asamblea structure quickly expanded to the provincial and national levels. Within two months of the beginning of the uprising, the national “Assembly of Assemblies” was calling for the government to be replaced by the assemblies. That did not occur, but in the end the government of Argentina was forced to make popular concessions — it announced it would default on its international debt, an unprecedented occurrence. The International Monetary Fund was so scared by the popular rebellion and its worldwide support in the anti-globalization movement, and so embarrassed by the collapse of its poster child, that it had to accept this stunning loss. The movement in Argentina played a pivotal role in accomplishing one of the major goals of the anti-globalization movement, which was the defeat of the IMF and World Bank. As of this writing, these institutions are discredited and facing bankruptcy. Meanwhile, the Argentine economy has stabilized and much of the popular outrage has subsided. Still, some of the assemblies that made a vital niche in the uprising continue to operate seven years later. The next time the conflict comes to the surface, these assemblies will remain in the collective memory as the seeds of a future society.

The city of Gwangju (or Kwangju), in South Korea, liberated itself for six days in May, 1980, after student and worker protests against the military dictatorship escalated in response to declarations of martial law. Protestors burned down the government television station and seized weapons, quickly organizing a “Citizen Army” that forced out the police and military. As in other urban rebellions, including those in Paris in 1848 and 1968, in Budapest in 1919, and in Beijing in 1989, students and workers in Gwangju quickly formed open assemblies to organize life in the city and communicate with the outside world. Participants in the uprising tell of a complex organizational system developed spontaneously in a short period of time — and without the leaders of the main student groups and protest organizations, who had already been arrested. Their system included a Citizen’s Army, a Situation Center, a Citizen-Student Committee, a Planning Board, and departments for local defense, investigation, information, public services, burial of the dead, and other services.[104] It took a full-scale invasion by special units of the Korean military with US support to crush the rebellion and prevent it from spreading. Several hundred people were killed in the process. Even its enemies described the armed resistance as “fierce and well-organized.” The combination of spontaneous organization, open assemblies, and committees with a specific organizational focus left a deep impression, showing how quickly a society can change itself once it breaks with the habit of obedience to the government.

In the Hungarian Revolution of 1956, state power collapsed after masses of student protestors armed themselves; much of the country fell into the hands of the people, who had to reorganize the economy and quickly form militias to repel Soviet invasion. Initially, each city organized itself spontaneously, but the forms of organization that arose were very similar, perhaps because they developed in the same cultural and political context. Hungarian anarchists were influential in the new Revolutionary Councils, which federated to coordinate defense, and they took part in the workers’ councils that took over the factories and mines. In Budapest old politicians formed a new government and tried to harness these autonomous councils into a multiparty democracy, but the influence of the government did not extend beyond the capital city in the days before the second Soviet invasion succeeded in crushing the uprising. Hungary did not have a large anarchist movement at the time, but the popularity of the various councils shows how contagious anarchistic ideas are once people decide to organize themselves. And their ability to keep the country running and defeat the first invasion of the Red Army shows the effectiveness of these organizational forms. There was no need for a complex institutional blueprint to be in place before people left their authoritarian government behind. All they needed was the determination to come together in open meetings to decide their futures, and the trust in themselves that they could make it work, even if at first it was unclear how.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

Timmy Thomas once asked, “Why can’t we live together?” A simple question. A reasonable question. Here is the reason we can’t live together. The root problem is that millions of people believe they are BETTER than you, BETTER than me, BETTER than most. There are millions of people of that believe they are superior to you and me and, for that reason, we don’t deserve: a home, an education and food to eat. This notion of superiority is at the root of all evil. Their skin colour is BETTER than yours. Their culture is BETTER than yours. Their religion is BETTER than yours. They are deserving, you are not. Their life matters, yours does not. The arrogance. The sheer arrogance of these people. Which part of them is superior? Their brain? The best brains on this planet do waste time on who is superior.

Amazing story coming out of Germany. Hanover will remove nearly all street-side parking and introduce 12mph speed limit in a bid to banish cars and turn the city into “a place to party and stroll about”. Mayor wants to make German city 'almost car-free' in a radical new plan. Green mayor Belit Onay, elected on a 'car-free' ticket in 2019, presented his new vision for the city of 500,000 and says he wants Hanover to be transformed by 2030. The mayor envisages gradually eliminating some 4000 on-street parking spaces and ushering incoming cars through dead-end streets into 11 public garages. Personally, I love this idea! I hate cars and I hate driving. Delivery vans and taxis are acceptable but all those bloody cars just clog up the roads and make the air unbreathable. Hope this idea comes to London.

I’m afraid last week’s glorious four-hour show is gone! Lost forever. I thought I understood the ridiculous Mixcloud rules but not even I fully appreciated how pedantic they are. You can’t play four in a row and you can’t play three in a row either, even if they come from different albums. If those three tracks appear on some compilation album, it makes your show ineligible. Which means not only do I have to separate a four-track tribute but I have to separate a three-track tribute as well. What these terrible rules do is they stifle creativity. You can’t create a coherent piece of editorial copy around an act and your radio ideas and themes are always cramped by these fastidious regulations. However, I want my show to be on the Mi-Soul Mixcloud page, so I will abide by the rules.

Tuesday is a full-on day of teaching. Three two-hour lessons. You’ve got to be ON IT and I was! Now, I don’t want to blow my own trumpet but a lovely lady stopped me on the stairs at college and said, “You’re the famous Lindsay!” “Eh?” “So many of the students I speak to say how much they like your lessons,” she said. “To get that kind of engagement with students is very rare!” Those kind of compliments I can live with.

It's my wedding anniversary on Friday. The Trouble is currently in bed with flu and a high temperature. It was so hot in the bed on Monday night, I had to sleep in The Mighty Josiah’s room! She won’t be looking for wining and dining, however I have promised her an extra portion of spare ribs with her Chinese on Friday, and she looked well happy with that. After all that opulent behaviour in Jamaica a few weeks ago, we shouldn’t really be drinking any more alcohol!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Office

Pairing; CEO+Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; You and Bucky fuck for the very first time in his office at the company’s building.

Word Count; 4574

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, undefined age-gap, “cheating”, language, cursing, Sir!kink, dirty talk, pet names, slight degradation, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, spitting, fingering, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; I can’t get enough of CEO+DBF!Bucky so this will be the first of many fics like this! I hope people will like it and be interested in more! Jesus I need to bathe in holy water now. Hope you all enjoy <3

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Bucky had begun texting you while sitting in a meeting with your dad and some of the company's other employees. You weren't doing anything important, just at home reading a book, so you were more than happy to text back and forth with him. The meeting was relatively standard and straightforward, it wasn't too much of an importance, so it allowed Bucky to talk with you without feeling guilty while the rest of them sorted out the details. Once in a while, he would chime in with his views and opinions. The text messages were pretty innocent, to begin with. The standard “hello” and “what you are up to” was exchanged between the two of you before more of the dirtier stuff ensued.

You thought about it for a second before you sent him an answer. You and Bucky had started fucking around a few weeks ago. You had met him when your parents had friends and colleagues over for a grand party like they had most of the time. You had just moved back home after living on your own in another city for three years, so this was your first time seeing Bucky in person. You had heard a lot about him and seen pictures when he started working with your dad, and they had formed a tight friendship, but you had never met him in person. He was even more handsome than what the pictures could show when you got introduced to him, and you had started to take a liking to him instantly. He had done as well because not even a week after you met, you and he had started a relationship. To begin with, it was only fucking around, but as the weeks went by, you felt like there may be more to it; sparks were felt between the two of you. None of you had done anything about it yet, mainly because it wouldn’t be received well by the public, your family most likely would disapprove and because of his wife Natalie and her whole family.

Which you didn’t find wrong at all that he was “cheating” on her with you. They both hated each other’s guts and would more than anything like getting a divorce. Bucky had told you that she had cheated on him multiple times, and he had done as well with her, but they played the happy couple when they were out in public because of their families. They got married at a very young age because their families are rich and powerful and wanted their kids to get together, so they are now stuck in this toxic relationship together. But soon, you and Bucky would have to decide where the next step of the relationship would go. Would you continue to sneak around, or would you form a proper relationship and come out for the whole wide world? It was only a matter of time before you needed to decide.

You and he would primarily meet up on neutral grounds. In his car or a hotel but on a few occasions, you had fucked in his or your parent's house in your room. This would be the first time you had done it where he worked; you assumed it would be in his office. It would be risky, but the thought about him taking you hard against every surface had your thighs clenching in need of him.

A soft whimper escaped your parted lips at his promise to fuck your brains out. He was never afraid to be direct with you about his needs and feelings. He always meant what he said, and that was one of your favorite things about him. You could always trust that he would be true to his words.

It would take you about 30 minutes to get over there, so you needed to leave right now. You did a quick freshen up before you called a taxi to get you over to the company’s building. Being in the car gave you time to think this through. You weren't sure how you and he would pull this off. Everyone would see if you entered his office and then wonder what was taking so long and what in the hell you guys were doing in there. In their eyes, you and Bucky weren't even friends. You barely spoke with one another when other people were around, as not to raise any suspicion. For them, you were the boss's daughter while Bucky was his partner, and nothing was going on between you two; besides, Bucky had his “loving” wife, Natalie.

The building stood tall as you arrived. Clouds were teasing rain, and it was a bit cold. The skirt you were wearing made your body chilly, but you kept it on for Bucky's sake. You looked up at the structure before you went through the main entrance. The security guards and the workers at the reception greeted you as everyone was well aware of who you were. You all greeted them with a smile as you walked towards the elevators. Entering the elevator, you became impatient as it took its time to travel up the floors to the main offices in the building. Your legs were uneasy as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. A thin layer of sweat formed on your hairline as you came up with scenarios with how you and Bucky could get caught. You shook your head, trying to get those thoughts down. You trusted Bucky, and besides, this was something you wanted to try out.

When you arrived at the floor, and the door slid open, you saw your dad, Bucky, and some of the employees coming out of one of the conference rooms. The meeting must have just finished. As you walked over, you tried to put on a smile to mask your nervousness. None of them had seen you yet, except for Bucky. He had you in his sight out of the corner of his eye, a slight smirk on his face as he saw you strutting over. You came to stand between him and your dad.

Bucky couldn’t have been more subtle with staring you up and down; your dad was standing right there after all. His tongue darting out between his lips to wet them, clearly having an image on his head about you bent over at his mercy.

“Hi, dad! Mr. Barnes, it's nice to see you again.”

Bucky gave you a simple nod of his head, acting like he isn't just about to have his way with you in his office with your dad not having a clue about what a whore his sweet and innocent daughter is, “pleasure seeing you again.”

“Sweetheart,” your dad gave you a one-arm hug as he had a smile on his face at his daughter visiting him at work, “what are you doing here?”

“I was in the area and thought I could drop by before moving on with my day.”

“Aw, honey. I wish I could spend some time with you, but we have a meeting again in 30 minutes.”

“It's alright, dad. I'm on my way out again anyways. Have some errands to run,” you lied.

“Excuse me, sweetheart.” He turned to say something to the others. While everyone had their attention on your dad, you turned slightly towards Bucky to give him a “chill out” look. The outfit you were wearing had him on edge and excited to have you in his office as soon as possible. Since the crowd was paying attention to your dad, it allowed Bucky to give you some instructions. He leaned in a little closer to you, but not too close in case someone saw.

“Here,” he slipped you his card, the card for the private elevator he had that went from the parking lot and up to his office, “take the elevator. No one is going to see you. Also, I want you to have your panties off before you come upstairs. You got it?”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your body felt hot and warm. The palms of your hands had a thin layer of sweat on them as you took the card from him. Your heart was hammering against your chest. This was really about to happen.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, your dad turned around towards you again just as Bucky leaned away from your body. “Well, I'll see you when I get home later, sweetheart.” He went to hug you again, and you returned the action.

“Bye, dad. Bye, Mr. Barnes, I'll see you around.”

Everyone said their goodbyes to you before you left. You went out of the building and around it to where the cars went down into the parking lot. Once down there, you made sure that no one was around to see you before you scanned the card for the elevator. The journey up to his office gave you the opportunity to take your panties off. You held them in your hand as you almost bounced up and down in fear and excitement for what was in store for you when you reached his floor.

When the elevator reached the office, and the doors opened, you saw that Bucky was waiting for you, his back facing you. He was staring out the big windows that decorated almost his entire office room.

“Did you take your panties off as I told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He turned around so he could be met with you. His tongue wetting his lips as he beckoned with his finger for you to come over to him, “get over here now.” Not even thinking for another second, you were quick to stand by his side by the window, waiting for further instructions he had to give you.

“Give them to me,” the palm of his hand was held out for you to hand them over to him. With shaking hands, you handed them over, and he opened his suit jacket to put them in the inside pocket so he could keep a hold of them.

“Is someone going to come in?”

“Shh,” his hand came to caress the side of your face—his thumb stroking your cheek. The simple action had you relax a tiny bit. “Don't worry. I locked the door, and besides, I told them not to disturb me. Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky. With my life.”

“Well then,” his finger pointed down to the floor, and you knew immediately what he was getting at, “get down on your knees for me.”

In front of the window of all things?! For everyone to see? But frankly, you didn't care. Let them see it all. You would give them all a good show. Besides, they wouldn't be able to know that it's you because the next building over was some distance away. All you cared about was to have his dick in your mouth right now and nothing else.

Like second nature, you quickly sank on your knees where you had spent more than once worshiping his cock, and this wouldn't be the last one either. He looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire at you being so easily submissive to him. His tongue peeked out from his mouth at you on your knees for him.

His thumb traced your lips as his other hand was palming the bulge in his pants. You granted him access into your mouth as you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit.

“I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around me, kitten. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded your head and released his thumb from your mouth, “please, Bucky, I want it so bad.”

Your eyes followed his hands, your lips parted, as he undid his belt and pulled down his suit pants along with his underwear. Coming face to face with his dick, ready to be sucked by you. You wrapped your hand around his shaft and looked up at him through your lashes, waiting so that he could give your permission at proceeding, knowing how much he loved it when you waited for him to provide you with a green light.

“Suck it, baby girl.”

You opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around his head before you wrapped your lips around him so you could suck on his mushroom tip, your tongue teasing him. You could see that he was becoming impatient, so you engulfed him halfway through while massaging his balls in your hand. The action had his hand fist in your hair, making a gasp being sounded against him by you, as an exhale of satisfaction escaped him.

He needed more, so with the help of his hand in your hair, he pushed his dick further into your mouth till the tip of him reached the back of your throat, making you gag around him. The vibrations from your mouth had him shiver all over. Your eyes were watering as saliva started coming out the side of your mouth. Looking directly up into his eyes as you took whatever was left of him the best you could and bobbed your head on him, watching as his eyes struggled to stay open to watch how good you were taking him down your throat.

“F-fuck. That's so good, baby. You love sucking my cock don't you, pretty girl, hm? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?”

His dirty talk turned you on, and all you wanted to do was touch yourself at his words. You released him from your hold. Saliva was hanging from your mouth, and his dick was glistening all in it. Your hand jerked him off so you could answer his question, your voice almost like honey as you spoke. The wetness from you made it easy to glide your hand effortlessly on him.

“Yes, Sir.”

A deep groan was sounded from within his chest at the nickname he loved to be called by you. You on your knees so pretty and messy for him had his dick twitch in your grasp.

“Good, baby. Look at you. Such a beautiful mess for me, kitten.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

His head leaned back some as you took him in your mouth again. Your mouth is an expert at taking the whole of him. “Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby girl?” He asked while slowly thrusting his length in and out of it. All you could do was moan, letting him know that you wanted to taste him.

He picked up his speed and fucked your mouth, making you gag around him each time his tip tickled the back of your throat, and you loved every second of it. His hands came at the side of your face so he could hold you steady as he used your warm and wet hole as he pleased. The sloppy sounds of your mouth, your gags, and moans around him only enticed him even more to reach his end.

His thrusts became uneven, and not a second later, he came deep in your throat. Sounds of pleasure dissolved in the office space as your mouth took all that he had to offer. You swallowed around him, milking him for all that he was worth, as you moaned at his delicious taste. You didn't pull away from him until he had spilled every drop in you.

“Show me your mouth.”

Pulling away from him, you opened it to show him all of the cum. He learned down till his face was inches from you and proceeded to spit in your opening. The action had your desperate clit pulsating.

“Can you swallow all of that for me?”

Closing your mouth, you swallowed all of him, his cum and spit, and opened up once more to show him what a good girl you had been at drinking all that he gave you. His hand was petting your hair as a sign of appreciation for you being so amazing for him.

“Such a dirty girl. Was that good? You love the taste of me, don't you, doll?”

“Mhm, yes,” you responded while licking your lips. Your hand was jerking him off again as you couldn't get enough of the feel of him. Your words and actions had him lean back some.

“You've been such a good girl, and I want to give you a treat. Do you want it?”

His words went directly to your tingling clit, and you needed to push your thighs together to get some form of friction down there.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get on all fours on the couch, with your ass facing the desk.”

You got up and walked over the few meters to the couch, taking off your skirt and sweater until you were only in your bra, and then got in the position as he had wanted from you. He went over to his desk to have a better view of you—leaning on it as his hands held the edge of it. You supported yourself on your elbows as you pushed your ass up and out, earning a groan from Bucky.

“Like this?”

“Just like that. Now touch yourself for me.”

Pushing two of your fingers inside your mouth to get them wet before your hand went underneath you to circle your aching and needy clit, letting out a sigh of relief at being able to feel something finally. You pushed the two fingers inside of you, letting out a low moan and they stretched and penetrated your tightness, closing your legs some at the feeling. It was nothing like Bucky's fingers or dick, but it would have to do for now. You started to move them in and out of your tight pussy, going at a slow pace, to begin with.

Bucky hadn't said anything yet, so he must be enjoying the show you were putting on for him. He let out a moan just as you turned your head to find him pumping his shaft while watching you intensely as you pleasured yourself. Your teeth captured your bottom lip at the sight of him.

“Fuck, kitten.”

You pulled your fingers out and started circling your clit again, whimpering as you were close to your orgasm. The two of you held eye contact as you watched each other.

“So good, Bucky.”

“You're such a good girl, baby. Showing me how you touch yourself. Is this how you look when you're in your room late at night? Touching yourself like this while thinking of me?”

“Mhm, yes.” His words made your fingers move rapidly into your tightness again, wanting to get to that sweet release you were craving desperately.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum; please can I cum, Sir?” You pleaded, needing to get some form of relief. Tears were teasing to spill out of your eyes if you didn't get your way soon.

“No! Stop!” He didn't want you to cum just yet. Whining at his words but complying anyway, you knew you needed to listen to him, so you brought your fingers out of your hole and into your mouth to suck your juices off. You tried as best as possible to hold eye contact with him as you sucked and swirled your tongue around your digits, moaning at your own taste, as you swayed your ass from side to side for him.

“Fuck me, Sir, please.” He didn't hesitate for one second in getting behind your bent-down form at the speed of lightning. One of his hands caressed and grabbed one of your ass cheeks before it landed on your hip to hold a tight grip on it while the other held his shaft as he teased your fold with the tip of him.

“Please, Bucky, don't tease.”

“I'll give you what you want, doll.”

He slowly pushed himself in your warmth, wanting you to feel all of him. The feeling of fullness almost had you cumming right then and there. He filled you up to the brim, wanting you to feel all that he had to give, and you weren't one bit disappointed. He pulled out till only his tip was inside you before he slowly pushed himself into you again, doing this a few times to get you familiar with the feeling. He just wanted to cum right then and there at the tightness of your walls clenching around his throbbing dick.

“Bucky, please go faster. Fuck me, please,” you whimpered out, wanting him to fuck you completely senseless.

His thrusts were hard and fast as he fucked you into the couch, hips slapping against your backside, making you jolt forwards with each move of him. Your mouth hung open as silent screams came out of it.

“This pussy feels so incredible. Fuck, so tight.”

His hands held your sides while his fingernails dug in your skin, creating dents. He moaned out as he watched his dick disappear into your hole with every move of his hips. Your head was buzzing, and your face was buried deep in the cushions at the intense pleasure Bucky was giving you. “Oh god, please don't stop, babe,” you pleaded of him.

Bucky took a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, making your back arch. You bit your lip at his rough and dominants actions. The hand in your hair and his abusive thrusts was too much and so intense, but you loved it to the fullest. Tears came out of your eyes as he was taking you so good from behind.

“You like this? Don't you, baby? You like when I fuck your tight and pretty pussy?” Take what belongs to me? Hm? Letting me fuck you like a whore while your dad is just down the hall?”

Your head was foggy from the incredible fucking he was giving you. The lack of answer from you had him unsatisfied, so he smacked your ass cheek hard, making you squeal out at the pain.

“Answer me!”

“Y-yes… I love your cock fucking my tight little pussy. Please don't stop, baby.”

“Such a good whore for me. I'm not gonna stop, kitten, I promise.”

The thought that your dad and everyone else that worked in the building was just out the door, not having a clue as to what was going on in Buckys office, was so intoxicating—not knowing that Bucky was having at it with the boss's daughter.

You turned your head, at the best of your abilities, to look at him. His eyes were shut tight, and his face in pure concentration as he moved his body against yours. He met your gaze, both of you looking at each other as you neared your orgasm. One of your hands grabbed onto his forearm that had a tight grip on your hip. His other went underneath you to play and tease your clit.

“Please, Bucky, I need to cum. I need you to fill me up, please.” The pathetic pleas for him to fill up your pussy was what brought forward his release and made him finish deep inside of you.

His seed filling you up was what brought forth your own release. The way your walls became tighter around him had his hips snap rapidly against you as he gave you all of his cum. Moans and soft whimpers on a loop by the both of you as the pleasure overtook all your senses. Bucky thrust through both of your orgasms, not stopping until you were both satisfied.

Your face was in the cushions as you tried to slow down your breathing. Bucky caressed your sides and peppered kisses all over your lower back. Praises being given to you for being such a good girl to him.

“You're so good to me, beautiful.”

He pulled out of your hole. The two of you hissing out as you both felt overly sensitive. Bucky helped to clean both of you up with a few wipes he kept on his desk. He made sure you were ok before he went over to the windows to grab his underwear and pants, pulling them on where he stood.

You put your skirt and sweater on and fixed yourself up as you sat and watched him get ready. God, he looked so handsome that it had your stomach burst out in butterflies. Now all you wanted was for him to hoist you up on his desk and take you hard against it. But you saw him have a look at his watch, his eyebrows furrowed together.

“The meetings in five.”

He came over to you just as you were getting up. You hissed out as your body felt sore and spent up, but good regardless.

“Are you ok? Did I do too much?”

That was Bucky for you. Always worried that he had gone overboard, but you always reassured him that you had enjoyed yourself.

His hands came to rest at the side of your face, looking you up and down to make sure you were all good. Your own hands went over his ones.

“Hey, I'm alright. Just a little sore, but you know I loved it, and I can handle it, Bucky.”

“I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I'm all good, babe, I swear.”

You took his face in your hands now as his ones traveled down to the small of your back so he could pull you flush against his body. His face leaned down some so he could capture your lips with his, giving you one of his sweetest kisses. His face moved down to suck and lick at the side of your neck in the most loving way.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he reached into the pocket of his jacket to retrieve your panties, ”I believe these belong to you.” That cocky smile of his decorated his face as the panties dangled from his finger. Right. You had almost forgotten about those. “Thanks.” You took them and slid them up your legs.

“I wish you could stay longer. There are more surfaces in this office I would love to take you against.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you close. You would love nothing more than to stay here and let him have his way with you, but you knew that he needed to attend the meeting because if not, people would come knocking on his door, wondering where he is.

“I know, me too, but you know my dad is going to come knocking on the door and wonder where you are if you don't show up.”

“Yeah, I know. C'mon, I'll walk you out,”

He followed you to the elevator so he could say goodbye to you. A kiss and a hug were shared amongst you before the elevator dinged that it had arrived.

“We can meet later tonight if you want? Natalie is going out; God knows where, so we can stay at my place this time.” He asked you. “Whatever you want, just let me know, ok?” “I would like that, Bucky. I’ll let you know when.”

You stepped inside of it and pressed the button to go down. A smile on both of your faces as you gazed at each other the few seconds you had before the doors slid shut.

“I’ll miss you, doll.”

“I'll miss you more, Sir.”

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The Stand-up Sit-Down

Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Pairing: Midge/Lenny, Mei/Joel Rating: T Word Count: 3462

Summary: The messy transition between a Carnegie Hall triumph and a possibly ill-advised double date.

Now that the performance is over and Lenny has left the stage, they’re being buffeted by the crowd. Everyone’s remembered that there’s going to be traffic and foul weather when they get outside and they’re in a hurry to flag down the first taxi.

Midge fights the stampede and her emotions. They’re kind of a funny constellation, maybe dick-shaped, that assemble into a pretty nice night, though the reality is that they’re billions of miles apart. She’s bursting with pride for Lenny—so much pride she could spray it up the wall and ruin the wallpaper, à la Miss Esther Maisel—and she’s almost smug that Joel and Mei were here to witness his success; thank god she was able to get three tickets. Even if she and Lenny were dating, she wouldn’t have any claim on his Carnegie Hall triumph, but it’s hard not to want to show him off. It reminds her of hitting the Gaslight with Joel and beaming around at the laughing audience while he did his (stolen) set.

This, tonight, is something she and Joel would have done together if they were still married. One of them would’ve surprised the other with the tickets and they’d have made a night of it, probably tried to find someplace to fuck on the premises before or after to really round out their experience. Midge has some affection for the thought. It could be a comfortably distant affection if not for Joel being right beside her, shielding Mei from the elbow of someone throwing on their overcoat as they exit the auditorium.

“Hey!” Joel snaps. “It’s too cramped for that! You coulda hit her!”

The stranger doesn’t hear or doesn’t care and their party of three continues to move with the crush of bodies. Midge stumbles and gets her footing back without anyone’s help. Joel’s entire focus is on shepherding Mei into the lobby, sheltering her as best he can with one arm around her back and the other flung out to prevent anybody else from getting too close. Midge remembers him acting that way with her. She remembers it far too clearly. It’s not even that she’s jealous, or that she wants Joel back, or that she doesn’t have someone waiting (possibly quite literally) in the wings, it’s just having to be without that level of commitment to and awareness of another person when it’s physically so close. It’s the remembering that’s a killer.

“You should tell people that you’re pregnant,” Joel quietly counsels his girlfriend. Midge wishes she couldn’t hear. “Make ’em give you some room.”

“I’m fine, Joel,” Mei says. “I’m not fragile.”

“Mei. Just until we get through…?”

“Nobody would care. They’re all riding the high of seeing Lenny Bruce perform.”

Joel looks across and his eyes meet Midge’s. She offers a half-smile for the old-time’s-sake recognition of how much he’s riding the high of seeing Lenny Bruce. Originality of material aside, Joel has always been a fan of Lenny’s craft, of his brilliance and charisma. Of course, so has Midge. It’s something they shared.

Midge has been keeping pace with Joel, shoving through the crowd at the same speed because she’s annoyed that he naturally tried to lead them out. She planned this, she bought the tickets, she knows Lenny (better than she’s revealed to her guests), and so she needs to be at the front as they escape the masses and begin to wind their way sideways towards the backstage reception. She’s a little out of breath.

They manage it though, and Midge finally gets ahead of Joel when he says, “Maybe we should wait.” A lot of people have hung back to gladhand the man of the hour and they can tell exactly which direction Lenny’s in based on the animated glances and the increasing density of bodies. Midge ploughs ahead. The second he spots her through a circle of his admirers and his eyes sparkle with excitement, she gets a reprieve from the mixed feelings of bringing Mei and Joel. She doesn’t need to work to flaunt her closeness with Lenny; it’s a breeze when he introduces her in a tone ringing with pride and then abruptly dismisses his fans and comes straight to her.

“Was I alright?” he asks modestly, dipping his head as he defers to her taste.

Midge beams up at him.

“I can tell you they won’t regret the money they spent on painting your room.”

“Thank goodness. And these are your guests?”

She turns and takes in Joel and Mei. Wow, she really had forgotten about them for a minute there when Lenny floored her with that look of his.

“My ex-husband, Joel,” Midge introduces, motioning with both hands as the men shake in greeting, “and Mei, his…”

“Girlfriend,” Mei says firmly. She accepts Lenny’s handshake next.

Midge finds the word choice interesting after what she and Mei discussed at the hospital, after Joel came to her and more or less announced his intention of marrying Mei. She glances at Joel and can tell he wishes Mei’d said something different, but it can only be his fault. Has he not proposed? Boy, she does not want to think about that. Thankfully, it’s easy enough to distract herself, placing a hand on Lenny’s arm. At the touch, he looks down at her. He’s still smiling like a kid on the last day of school, but there’s something more he’s thinking about, she can tell. But he won’t bring it up in company.

“Thank you all for coming to my ridiculous little event,” he says.

“Oh, it was great,” Joel says, and Mei nods.

When Midge quits trying to determine whether or not Mei even likes stand-up or if she just came along because it’s one of Joel’s interests, she realizes everyone’s kind of taking each other’s measure. Mei’s watching her boyfriend stare at his ex-wife’s hand on another man’s arm. Lenny throws her a look that seems to ask if these guys know. Of course they don’t know, she replies with her eyes. She and Joel still see each other and speak during fake birthdays and family dinners, but she certainly hasn’t mentioned the fact that she spent a transcendent couple of hours in a hotel room with one of his comedy heroes.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Lenny astutely questions Mei.

“Yeah,” Mei says. “It was such a nice change from another night in my family’s gambling den.” Lenny’s eyebrows sail upward. “If I look grouchy, it’s just that my feet hurt. I’m… pregnant.”

She communicates the information like it’s a social disease.

“Well, we have got to let you sit down somewhere.”

Lenny starts looking around for a chair, though they all know he isn’t about to spot one in this sea of people.

“We’ll just go out,” Midge says. “We were gonna go out and get a late dinner.”

“I’ll come with you,” Lenny says immediately. He runs a hand down his tie like they’re the ones he needs to look sharp for.

“Lenny, you’re not leaving this. They’re all here to see you.”

“We couldn’t ask you to do that,” Joel chimes in. “Stay. And Midge? You’ll want to stay, right? With your…”

If she were Mei, here is where Midge would supply the word “boyfriend.” Being herself, she recognizes the bad fit without needing to say it aloud. Euphemistically, she let him see the show corset. Frankly, they had sex. He told her he loved her at least twice (One: “You are more important than god.” Two: “To you? Always.”). She’ll never forget the look in his eye or his hands on her skin or the weight of his body pinning hers to the bed. But are they dating?

“With Lenny Bruce?” Joel eventually says.

Lenny laughs at the use of his full name, but he has the grace to do it softly, under his breath, and not embarrass this starstruck fan who also used to schtup his current squeeze.

“I could,” Midge says, “but I invited you two. I’m not going to throw you over for the people at this reception.”

“This is your world,” Mei counters. “Maybe we just don’t fit.”

The way she says that, resting her hand possessively over Joel’s chest, gets Midge’s back up. Listen, sister, she wants to say. Your boyfriend’s the one who cheated on me. Don’t act like I pulled away and you rescued some lonely, heartbroken victim.

“What really isn’t going to fit is another person back here,” Lenny says, breaking the tension. “Let’s slip out. You’ll be doing me a favour. I was too nervous to eat before I went on anyway.”

You do look thin, Midge thinks, but she believes what she saw in his hotel bathroom is to blame for that.

“Lenny…” she starts.

“No, no,” he says. “Let’s go. They’ll all keep each other company. Nobody’ll notice I’m gone.”

“Your manager will kill me.”

“Sweetheart, I promise I’ll plead your case. I’ll get you a fair trial before a jury of your peers, at the very least.”

“You should come,” Joel decides. “We’d love to have you join us.”

Midge’s gaze goes from Joel to Lenny. Christ. Was it the “sweetheart”? He can’t do this—this stupid posturing to put himself between the world and two different women. Let him save Mei from elbows. Midge does not need or want her ex-husband’s jealousy when he sees her with Lenny.

“I would be delighted,” Lenny concedes, elegantly smoothing across the interpersonal minefield Midge has accidentally delivered to him. She should’ve just brought him flowers. “If you’ll just allow me to shake a few of the wealthier hands on the way out…”

“I know how that one goes,” Joel says. “Mei, Midge, let’s stick together, huh?”

He takes his girlfriend’s hand, but holds his stare on Midge’s face. It’s like a warning not to run off. They give this stare to Ethan a lot (who, taking after his mother, ignores it), and Midge is affronted to be on the receiving end. Still, she feels less ruffled than Mei looks.

“He’s just excited to meet Lenny,” is Midge’s apologetic whisper to Mei as their foursome turns and walks back the way they came.

There’s a hard look in Mei’s eyes when they land on hers.

“You don’t need to explain Joel to me. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Ok,” Midge says, backing off.

“You think I don’t know Joel? I know Joel.”

“Alright.”

Midge darts between two women having a conversation in order to circumvent Joel and end up at the front of their straggling queue, next to Lenny. He smiles at his elated fans, thanks them. His fingers twitch like he wishes he had a cigarette. She pays attention to him, just like he said he does with her, but in between shaking the hands of important people, he turns quickly to her, speaking quietly.

“You and I need to have a conversation.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” she says bluntly.

“You won’t enjoy it,” he predicts, “but it’s for your own good.”

He almost sounds like he’s joking, not enough time for the good-humour he’s using to speak to everyone else to leave his voice. His eyes are intense though. They worry her.

“Not over dinner,” she requests.

“Definitely not. This is about your career. It’s none of their business,” he says, glancing behind them towards Mei and Joel. “Especially your husband’s.”

“Ex-husband’s.”

“Does he know that?”

“He’s not normally like this,” Midge says. “I think meeting you has made him a little… competitive.”

In spite of whatever serious topic of discussion about her career he has on his mind, Lenny lifts a scampish eyebrow.

“Don’t,” Midge instructs.

“I will be excellently behaved. You’re getting Carnegie Hall Lenny Bruce.”

She hums, unamused.

“Maybe he can accompany our dinner on the violin,” she suggests dryly.

“Stop reminding me how funny you are,” he says. His voice is suddenly tight, like the smile he gives the last person in the hallway before they break free of the reception. From a lone table against the wall, he scoops a black wool coat. “If you act like a comedian, I’m going to expect you to work like a comedian.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Lenny sighs and turns a tensely exasperated expression on her, but Joel and Mei are right on their heels, so his face clears once more.

Though the lobby has emptied out a little during their journey into the bowels of Carnegie Hall and back, there are still plenty of people standing around, waiting on cabs.

“Shit,” Joel remarks, scanning the space. “I’ll go grab our coats.”

While he’s gone, Lenny smiles at Midge and Mei.

“We can wait this out while we eat. They’ve been wining and dining me all over Midtown this week. I know some places not too far.”

“We’re walking?” Midge checks.

The three of them turn. Through the other people standing in the lobby, they can see out to the thick blanket of snow on the sidewalk, the heavy flakes still falling fast. Visibility disappears beyond that.

“We should’ve come by sled,” Mei says grimly.

“It’ll be fun,” Lenny says. “Like snowshoeing.”

“Without the snowshoes,” Midge adds, and he winks at her.

“Precisely.”

Joel returns and the four of them slip into their coats.

“What’s the plan?” Joel wants to know, feet planted at shoulder-width as though he’s squaring up to box. Midge figures they probably will need to brace themselves the second they’re out the door. The wind looks fierce.

“We’re walking,” Mei announces. She buttons her coat shut with a look on her face like she’s about to storm the trenches.

“How far?”

“Until we get there.”

Midge stares at Mei, staggered by how fast she corralled Joel, who’s now sighing in evident acceptance.

“Nicely done,” Midge mutters.

Mei shrugs.

“Never show weakness,” she replies.

Midge isn’t sure if she’s kidding. She’s aware of Mei’s deadpan sense of humour, but the two of them haven’t really joked around so much as Midge has inadvertently overstepped and Mei has let her know it with flat sarcasm.

If she’s serious, Midge is worried. Alright, being vulnerable in her marriage to Joel didn’t really serve her well, but that was his problem, not hers. People have to show weakness sometimes. If Mei doesn’t feel like she can with Joel… No. It’s none of Midge’s business. Mei is kidding and Midge will butt out. If she wants to concern herself with showing weakness in a romantic relationship, then the closest thing she has to one of those is with Lenny, and she doesn’t need to stress over showing weakness there because she gave in, didn’t she? Wasn’t letting him see that she wanted him too some kind of proof? And he’s always been open with her about his feelings for her, whether that meant shameless flirting or the very sincere, pleading look he got in his eyes when they were in bed together. He’s just not as open about other things. Like the contents of his toiletry kit, which he told her were not for her.

Because he didn’t want to show weakness.

Wow. They are quite a group, the four of them. Strange and unexpected insights all over the place and they haven’t even made it to dinner yet, though the gentlemen are now shoving the doors open to clear the way for Midge and Mei. Other performance-goers scowl and shrink back from the icy wind that whips inside.

Midge can’t help reaching out and turning up Lenny’s coat collar for him, a little more protection from the cold. He glances back at her and smiles.

“Not so much worse than last time,” he lies as snow blows across his shoes.

“Last time?” Joel questions.

But then they’re all shoving out into the blizzard and it’s too loud to carry on a conversation unless they want to yell. Midge watches Joel tuck Mei’s arm through his as they hurry along, denting snowdrifts with their shins. Lenny’s hand lands on Midge’s back and he propels her forward. With her coat on, she’s warmer than she was the last time they had to make their way through the snow. Part of her wishes this was then, that they could go back to the time before she walked into his bathroom, before he bore this mysterious frustration towards her.

“Cross the street up here!” Lenny shouts, and they all swing a left at the intersection.

The light’s against them, but there aren’t any cars. In the interest of spending less time outside in the elements, they hunch into the wind and plunge through the snow where few have walked tonight. Joel’s guiding Mei more slowly, so Lenny hops ahead, pulling Midge with him, his arm fully around her now. She’s squinting so hard that she barely sees the door of the restaurant opening before she’s stepping into warmer air and adjusting to the sudden loss of the sound of roaring wind.

“Fuck,” Joel pants emphatically as they bat the snow off themselves in the vestibule.

“You said it,” Mei agrees. “My legs are numb.”

Midge shrugs out of her wet coat and shakes it, scattering slush on the floor. When she looks up, both Lenny and Joel put a hand out to take the coat from her. Her gaze dances around before it settles on Mei’s wary face. She decisively passes her coat to Lenny.

“Ladies’ room?” she asks Mei.

“I think I just got my nose powdered with snow, but yeah, ok.” Mei looks at Joel. “Get a good table. Far away from the door.”

“You got it,” he says.

“I’ll name-drop myself,” Lenny offers, spreading his hands, “if it helps.”

They leave the men to speak to the maître d’ and shiver their way to the bathroom as their bare arms welcome the warm air of the restaurant.

“So what?” Mei demands once they’re inside.

Midge was going to check her lipstick first, but Mei’s crossing her arms and giving her an impatient look.

“I like you,” Midge says. “I want us to get along. I think it might help if you know that I slept with Lenny.”

Mei’s eyes widen before her expression returns to neutral.

“I did kinda think it had either happened or was imminent. The way he looks at you…”

“He’s always looked at me like that,” Midge says. She’s being honest. She can’t help that being honest allows her to brag.

“Damn,” Mei says, frowning and clearly impressed.

“I know. All that and Carnegie Hall. He’s very good.”

“You don’t say.”

Midge gives her a look.

“I mean as a comic.”

“You look good together,” Mei pronounces.

The surprising compliment means more to Midge than she can express. She considers babbling out an explanation of how she and Lenny are not actually together exactly, but it’s not worth it to ruin this valuable understanding she and Mei might finally be developing between them.

“You and Joel too,” she says simply.

“Thanks.” Mei gives her an assessing look. “I may not tell Joel about you and Lenny Bruce immediately. I’m not sure how he’ll handle it. I think we have a better chance of a nice dinner if he doesn’t cause a jealous scene.”

Midge is stricken at the thought, shocked by Mei’s casual admission of Joel’s jealousy.

“There is nothing like that between us,” Midge vehemently assures her.

“You and Joel?” Mei snorts a laugh. “I’m talking about Joel and Lenny. Did you see Joel’s face during Lenny’s routine? Total infatuation. We leave ’em alone long enough and my boyfriend may try to kiss your boyfriend directly on the mouth.”

They exit the bathroom and spot the table Lenny and Joel have secured. It’s a good table. They seem to experience the same impulse to stand there a minute. Midge knows Mei’s watching Joel meet someone he idolizes, and she’s watching that idol, Mr. Lenny “Carnegie Hall” Bruce, shine like a firefly after his incredible performance—the man manufactures his own light.

When they go over and join them at the table, Midge isn’t sure any effort to conceal the affection between herself and Lenny will be worth it; they feel obvious to her. He leans towards her when he speaks, reaches for her hand under the table to see if her fingers are cold. The whole thing would be blown if Joel weren’t equally wrapped up in Mei, fussing over her comfort.

“We are still gonna have that talk,” Lenny says, just to Midge. “I’m just not going to ruin our date.”

“Escaping a blizzard together is not a date.”

“The ingratitude! That’s the last time I alter the atmosphere for you,” he teases.

He’s wrong; the longer he looks at her, the warmer she feels.

[jstxnes]

I hope you all enjoy this lil Christmassy one <3

Under the Mistletoe - John Stones

“Finally, a Christmas party we can go to!” You smooth out your dress as you look into the mirror. It had been more than 2 years since the last City party the club had thrown but finally, this years one was happening. You were excited to celebrate with everyone; the team, the players and those behind the scenes.

“Yeah…I can’t make it.” Your friend says quietly on the other side of the phone call, making you frown. “Wait, what? Come on..” You sigh, sorting the last of your make-up out. “I’m sorry Y/N, somethings come up BUT I want to hear all about it later.” You can hear her slight giggle on the end of the phone.

“So I deal with these annoying men all day, making sure they’re injury free and I usually have you beside me to keep me sane and now I have to go on my own and see them? Honestly babe.” You chuckle.

You’d been Manchester City’s physiotherapist for about three years now. It was definitely interesting when you’d first joined. The lads thought they were funny, especially John. You just didn’t have the heart to tell him he wasn’t. But three years on, you both got each others banter and he made you laugh, whether that was pitch side, in the stands or in the dressing room. Not that you’d ever tell him that.

You hear a beep from outside and breathe out. “Right, the taxi’s here. I’ll text you later.” You say to your friend on the other end of the call before hanging up. You grab your coat, pulling it on and take your handbag before heading down to the taxi that was waiting to take you to the venue.

Once you get there, you paid the driver before heading inside and giving your name to let you in. It was wonderful how they’d decorated the room, a mix of Christmas and Man City decorations.

“There she is.” A voice from behind sneaks up on you, making you jump slightly. “John..” You breathe out, shaking your head as he passes you a glass of champagne. “I didn’t mean to make you jump, sorry.” He grins.

You couldn’t lie, he looked amazing. Suited up and it was completed with a black bow tie. “Is it too much?” He asks, trying to loosen the tie slightly. You shake your head, placing the glass down on the bar and lean over to straighten it back up. “It isn’t too much, promise.” You smile, picking your glass back up as you clink your glasses together.

“How’s that ankle of yours?” You ask him. He’d had a few niggles lately and wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing anymore damage. “Doing those exercises you gave me, making sure I’m resting it. I’ll be alright.” He grabs another couple of glasses of champagne and sits on the stool beside you. “Where’s Amy?” He asks, referring to the other physiotherapist who had also become one of your closest friends. “Ah, she couldn’t make it. So you’re stuck with me I’m afraid.” You smile over at him, taking a sip of your drink.

“I don’t mind..” You hear him mumble against his glass, making your cheeks go red. You knew nothing could ever happen. You worked together way too closely.

“Where your other half?” You ask, ordering a few shots. It was a free bar, be rude not to. “Oh. We, er…” He shook his head. “Wasn’t working out, so..” John shrugs. “And before you ask..I’m fine. Mutual agreement.”

You nod, taking a shot and hand it to him. “Here you go, Johnathan. To celebrate singleness..” You can only grin as he takes it and you both take the shot together.

“That’s disgusting.” You grimace as the alcohol runs down your throat. “You ordered it.” John laughs, ordering a few more. It was weird, there was hundreds of people around you and it felt like you were the only two in the room.

Now that you think about it, you’d always got on and you were always close. Outside of City, you’d be texting and talking and even within the walls of City, you’d be in the gym together or the stands together and always laughing and joking. It wasn’t difficult. He wasn’t difficult to be around.

You both down a few more shots as other players and staff members come over and talk to you both. “I’m just gonna get some air..” You get up off your seat, wobbling in the heels you’d put on earlier that evening. “Whoa.” You giggle, John’s arm the closest thing you could grab to steady yourself.

“You okay? Need a hand?” He asks as you shake your head, leaning down to kick the heels off. “Had enough of these.” You push them out of the way on the floor and walk outside to the massive balcony this venue had, the cold air hitting you. You shiver slightly, rubbing your arms as you look out at the view of the city. It was beautiful.

A few moments later, you hear a voice. “Here..” John whispers as he places his suit jacket around you. You look round and smile, pulling it around you more, the warmth his body had given it was now radiating onto you. He’d also loosened his bow tie, it was now hanging around his neck with the first couple of shirt buttons undone. Was he doing this on purpose or was it the champagne and shots? You were going to go with the latter.

“Such a beautiful evening…even if it is cold.” You turn around to face the view, feeling him behind you as he rubs your arms gently over his jacket to try and warm you up. “Always loved this city.” He breathes out, taking your hand gently as he nods towards the chairs that were outside, completed with blankets.

You both sit down, taking a blanket each to keep yourselves warm as you hear laughter and music coming from inside. “Been so long since this has been able to happen..” You glance over at him and smile. “Been a long couple of years..” He agrees. You both sit in silence for a moment, taking in the laughter and cheers from everyone inside.

John glances up slightly, a small chuckle coming from his lips.

“What?” You ask, looking up and you roll your eyes. “These people think they’re funny.” You shake your head and chuckle. Above you both was a mistletoe hanging. Almost like it was strategically placed for anyone who wanted to relax outside, under the blankets. “Did you put it there?” You grin at him.

“No, no I didn’t.” He laughs, checking on his bottom lip for a moment. “But, I mean…” John takes a breath. “Is it a bad thing?” He asks, his eyes were now locked onto yours. You couldn’t look away, it was odd. You were just fixated on him.

You feel his fingers trail yours under the blanket as you take a shaky breath in. You had no idea he made you feel like this, not that you were complaining but it was just awkward, with work. “John..” You whisper, looking around. Was it that you didn’t want anyone seeing? Or anyone bothering? You weren’t sure.

“One time thing..?” He asks, nodding up towards the mistletoe. “And it’s never spoken about again…” John whispers.

You stay silent for a moment, your eyes trailing down to his lips. “One time..” You whisper, leaning in as his lips catch yours, moving perfectly together. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach, the electricity between you both. It was something you’d never felt before, not this strongly anyways.

He pulls you closer to him, his tongue finding yours as you both keep the movement going, neither of you wanting to pull away. But you have to, it was that or pass out from the lack of air. You pull away gently, keeping your eyes on his as he chews the inside of his lip.

Just as you both had, Kyle walks out and chuckles. “Look at you two.” He grins, words slurred. He was drunk as anything. You feel your cheeks go red slightly as you see Kyle wander back inside.

“He won’t remember that in the morning, trust me.” John grins as he reaches over and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “But I will..” He whispers.

Again, you feel your cheeks going red as you move slightly, resting against him. “So will I..” you whisper as he moves his arm so it’s around you, the both of you only sharing one blanket.

“We’ll sort things out..” John whispers, lacing his fingers with yours. “Because I don’t want that to be a one time thing, I want it to be an everyday one..” He whispers.

A smile forms on your lips as you hear him as you both snuggle into the blanket and watch and hear the City throughout the night. So did you, but you weren’t going to give him that satisfaction just yet.

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Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

7066 words

Categories - threesome, daddy kink

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

(pinterest inspired board)

part: 1/6

(other parts)  (masterlist)

The day it happened, it wasn't a significant meeting at all, you barely even talked. In fact, when he opened the door of your neighbor’s flat that day with a beer in his right hand and his hair messy, he didn't have any effect on you. You always knew that living next to a director meant that sooner or later you’d bump into the pretty faces of well-known people. Sure, you didn’t expect them to be Hollywood actors like him, but to say you were starstruck by the man, would be the overstatement of the year.

The building you’ve lived in for the last three years has five floors; you live in the 4th, he lives in the 5th. He’s a quiet person, usually spending his evenings out of his apartment. You’ve talked sometimes, about the weather and the weird lady that lives in the 1st floor. You’ve never told him you find his directing style a little pretentious.

You’ve never been to his place until that annoyingly warm August evening, when you find a white button up shirt on your balcony. You can clearly see more clothing when you look up and you’re certain the item you’re holding belongs to him.

He’s not there though. Instead you find a different face behind the door. Lighter eyes and darker hair. The man in front of you is definitely younger than the director. You don’t bother to notice what he’s wearing.

“Can I help you?” His voice is deeper than you expected. Stronger, with a touch of European accent. The sound of English surprises you at first but soon you realize he must be another foreign coworker that came to visit your neighbor

“No, I just think Argyris dropped this and it ended up on my floor.”

He looks at you and then at the shirt, in your hands.

Then he says “Sure, I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Then it ends. He doesn’t even ask your name. You don’t have to ask his. You figure out, as soon as you walk down the stairs, that it’s Sebastian Stan that you just talked to.

And while being a big fan of marvel movies, you think nothing special of him at first. You just wonder how a mostly unknown director from Greece got an actor like Sebastian to come here so they can work together. It makes no sense to you, but you forget it when your phone starts ringing.

/

It would’ve been easier if you never saw him again, yet you do. You see him trying to understand what the old lady from the first floor is trying to tell him. You already know. The elevator is not working. The next day you see him walking up the stairs.

You exchange a quick hello, how are you and then off you both go.

The same night Argyris invites you to have a drink with them in the terrace. Part of you wants to just stay in bed and binge watch some Sherlock episodes. Part of you already thinks of what to wear.

There are around ten people there when you show up. They’re all sitting down in huge pillows drinking and talking loudly. You don’t know most of them.

You sit next to a blonde girl, across from Sebastian. This time you notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and holds a glass of whiskey.

You don’t share any direct conversations but you learn that he’s afraid of growing old and that he thinks Taxi Driver is one fucking masterpiece, as he says.

When you mention that you’re probably the least artistic person in the room right now, you hear him laugh.

A curly haired woman starts dancing with him at some point. You decide he’s not a good dancer.

He leaves the same time you do, following you down the stairs.

“I thought you live here.” You say when he doesn’t stop at the floor you expect him to.

“Ah no, I stay at a hotel near the centre.”

He keeps talking about his suite until you reach your door.

You part in a blur, with a short goodbye.

He still doesn’t ask for your name.

It makes you feel genuinely offended.

/

Two days after, he is the farthest thing from your mind, until you find him sitting in front of your door, his eyes roaming the place with despair. And then he sees you.

“Ah finally you are here.” He starts casually. “Thank god.”

You just nod.

“Argyris told me to wait for him with you. We had a meeting but he got stuck in traffic.”

You give him a look.

“He said you’re always at home so you won’t mind.”

Ouch. Yeah sure, your social life wasn’t something to brag about but for some reason the way Sebastian said it, it sounded like an insult.

“Okay, come in.” You shrug, clearly not feeling comfortable and turn around to unlock the door.

You hear him call your name. You thought he didn’t know.

“Yes?”

He offers you an easy smile.  “Thank you.”

/

Sitting in your couch he’s eyeing the entire room, while you put some groceries in the fridge.

“Argyris says you’re a great girl.” He clears his throat. “But he thinks you’re too quiet for your own good.”

You look at him, your eyes flicking up and down his face.

“And from what I can tell, he’s right.”  You hear him laugh.

It felt weird to see him laugh while he was leaning back at your cozy pillow. He had entered your life so suddenly you didn’t even have time to react to it.

“I’m sorry but I barely know you.” Your words are sharp. He sits up.

“Okay then let’s get to know each other, what’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Defeated, you laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, this is an important question.”

You wait for him to crack up but then you remember he’s an actor.

“I don’t know.” You think for a second. “Mulan?”

“Oh my god. Mulan is amazing.” You smile at him. “My favorite is Jasmine, she’s just so badass.”

You share your favorites that day, having almost nothing in common rather than your everlast love for animated movies and buttered popcorn.

When it’s time for him to leave, he stops and looks at you in the eye.

“You should talk more often.”

You stare at him with confusion. “I talk,” you raise your eyebrows. “When I have something to say.”

“Good.” he says, still looking.

/

Later in the evening, you’re eating some yoghurt when he comes knocking on your door.

He’s different. The white tank top he was wearing this morning is replaced with a dark shirt and his face looks tired. You assume they’ve been working since he went upstairs.

“Hiii”, he says dragging the i, “Am I interrupting anything?”

You desperately want to nod. You want to tell him that you were doing the most exciting thing in the world, before he came but you were never a good liar.

So you just tilt your head and take a step back.

That’s when he enters and is met with some loud rock music blaring from your laptop.

“You like AC/DC?” he asks, almost wide-eyed.

“Well, I can tell it’s them when I hear their stuff.”  For the first time that day, he seems to be in loss of words. “Why are you so surprised?”

He sits in the same spot in the couch as earlier and laughs.

“I just didn’t take you for the kind of girl who likes this music.” It’s your turn to laugh.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Quiet girl who loves animated films and eats kids’ yoghurt” he looks at the carton in your kitchen table, “and also likes metal music? Doesn’t add up.”

“We’ve basically just met; you shouldn’t make assumptions about me.”

“Fair enough.” He sits back, fidgeting with his fingers.

You take some time just looking at him

There was a certain vibe about that man that made you wonder how it’d feel to cruise down a dessert highway in a convertible mustang with him. In the summer. With him wearing that white tank top.

The color of strawberries emerges at your cheeks just at the thought of it.

You wish he doesn’t notice.

You’re glad to find him looking the other way, before he speaks up.

“We’re going out tonight.” His voice is warm now. “Argyris says you should come along, even though I’m quite sure there’s no hardcore music where we’re going.” He laughs again.

I can’t. You almost say. But then anxiety slips away from you and out of sudden you want him to stop being so freaking arrogant, going around and acting like he knows exactly what kind of person you are.

He thinks you’ll say no. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sure, when should I be ready?” you say, surprising both of you.

He looks at you for some time and then trying to hide whatever he was thinking he says the first thing on his mind.

“How old are you?” He sounds pitiful. He knows. He wishes he could hit a wall; with his head.

“Twenty-one.” His eyes scan yours, unsure of what they’re looking for. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He inhales deep.

/

You try to blink. You’re at a party in a little bar you’ve never been before and a lot of people are wearing black. Alcohol. You can still taste it on the back of your tongue. You don’t remember how you end up pressed against a dark skinned man, but you can tell he smells of cigarettes and despair.

You sway your body to the beat, close your eyes. Breath in. And out. You think the music deafens you for a second but you open your lids and see Sebastian and he’s watching you, unashamed.

He’s not that far, though it feels like it with countless bodies in the way. The music melts. His gaze is almost angelic. Or devious. You can’t really tell.

He’s dancing with that curly haired woman again. You wonder how intimate their relationship is.

The red neon lights make his skin glisten. His muscles move divinely. It makes you think there’s an entire world inside him, his flesh barely keeping it hidden. Out of sudden you get the urge to walk towards him. You want to see him up close under this dim lighting. But you don’t move.

The man that’s groping your waist asks for your name. You tell him you need to flee. He doesn’t understand.

You sit outside with the sweet summer breeze touching your bare arms. The bass of the music in the background syncs with the beating of your heart. You can feel your ribs grow with every breath you take. Until you stop breathing because the door opens and his eyes suffocate you.

You can’t fathom the effect he has on you. He was a pretty face on screen some days ago. But right now he steals distance and stays near you.

You don’t look his way. He doesn’t say a word. Nicotine and smoke surround you as he exhales. His fingers hold the cigarette butt with care.

“Do you want some?”

You turn to look at him.

“I don’t smoke.” He laughs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want some.”

You want to know if his breath has the taste of sulfur. You want to pretend it’s the alcohol or the loud music that makes your head hurt.

“What’s the best part of being an actor?” The blue in his eyes glows.

There’s silence but he seems to be thinking about it.

“Do you ever feel things too much?” He says, his voice hoarse. “I mean, when you feel something so intensely it becomes a part of who you are.”

You nod. You understand.

“Acting allows you to let go of these feelings,” he starts. “You share the burden with the audience until it becomes light and you can hold it again.”

You look at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I could that,” you close your eyes. “I don’t think I could share what I feel so easily.”

He stands up. The wind hits you again.

“A lot people can’t. That’s why everyone is heartbroken,” he takes a breath, “Feelings eat us raw.”

You both go to bed alone that night. Tomorrow there is a hole next to you.

/

the morning after, search history

(02:45 PM) hangover recovery

(03:00 PM) best food after a hangover

(03:10 PM) sebastian stan

(03:30 PM) sebastian stan girlfriend

(06:00 PM) xanax side effects

/

You follow him on Instagram. He doesn’t follow you back. You remember he probably gets tons of followers every day and decide not to let it bother you. Instead you study for the exams of the following month.

The subject of your studies doesn’t interest you. Another poor decision you made under pressure. Sometimes you feel as if your life is borrowed from someone else. Sometimes you feel as if you haven’t found your home yet.

Feelings eat us raw.

His girlfriend looks beautiful in the pictures you find online. The media isn’t certain if they’re still together but you like to think so. It makes it easier to avoid him.

But the universe seems to be oblivious to your thoughts and you see him that same day. You’re taking the garbage out and he’s coming down from the top floor. You meet in the elevator.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” his eyes are smiling as he talks “you looked kinda drunk last night.”

You fidget with the hem of the bag you’re holding.

“I wasn’t drunk.” You notice he’s growing some stubble. You’re not sure you like it.

“Whatever you say, doll.”  You bite your cheek trying to devour any sign that might give away how his words make you flinch.

He turns his body a little so now you’re facing each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty in a way that doesn’t hurt. You try not to stare at him, but you fail sometimes. You’ve never noticed how slow the elevator moves until you want to get out. You can’t stand being so close to him for much longer.

He’s an arrogant rich actor who loves Disney and smokes a lot, you think. I have no reason to be affected by him.

“Ah! Argyris said we’re leaving for the weekend.” You eye him curiously. “He wants to show us some small villages in the south. He thinks we should get to know the country a little more before we start.”

You’re stunned by your neighbor’s dedication to his work. Sometimes you wish you had something you could be passionate about too. Sometimes you think you’re never going to find it.

“That’s great. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You give him a smile.

He leans his back at the wall. The elevator stops. Finally.

“I like your eyes.” You grab tight onto the bag. “But they don’t smile when you do.”

He opens the door and he’s gone.

They tell you that it’s fun to meet a famous person. They tell you, you can ask for a photo and a hug. They tell you celebrities don’t talk a lot but that doesn’t mean they’re rude.

But he’s not like that.

He’s fire. He’s burning heat and scorching flames. His words are his thoughts; raw. You don’t like it.

/

late night search history

(00:38 AM) blue valentine movie soundtrack

(01:15 AM) is sebastian stan a bad person

(01:30 AM) acting classes for amateurs

(01:50 AM) cheap leather boots

(02:10 AM) sebastian stan eyes

 You find it annoying; how he’s present even when you’re alone.

Thankfully he’s leaving for the weekend, you think.

/

The weekend, however, is two days away.

You think you can get away without seeing him. And you do. Until it’s late at night again. And they’re all upstairs with music so loud you’re certain the lady on the first floor is going to be rude about it in the morning.

The music tempo has you unaffected. All you think about is if he’s dancing with that woman again.

He’s such a bad dancer, he should not be dancing.

There’s a subtle knock on your door. You know it’s him. You hope you’re wrong.

“Do you feel like dancing?” His face is all flustered. It’s a good look on him.

“You can’t come knocking on my door at 2 AM and ask me to dance.” His gaze is filled with confusion.

“So you don’t feel like dancing?” You roll your eyes. He notices.

“That’s not the point Sebastian.” It’s the first time you call him by his name. You let it slip away slowly, testing the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He takes a step closer. You are suddenly aware of your pyjama shorts and your exposed skin.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to irritate you.” His eyes are the cliché blue of the sky. “I just thought you might want to dance, that’s all.”

Suddenly you feel guilty and embarrassed. He’s oblivious to it.

For a moment you feel his eyes linger on you. It feels surreal.

You nod at him.

He’s ready to say something when Argyris comes down the stairs, his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

“Ah man, I thought you got lost or something.” You lower your eyes. “Stop messing with the poor girl. People are looking for you.”

He throws a smile at you and Sebastian takes a quick breath.

“People are always looking for me.”

He gives away that he’s carrying a burden. Your expression softens. But then you look at Argyris and you see he doesn’t really pay attention to these words.

You share a quick look before you’re there standing alone at your doorstep, trying to grasp the idea of him.

/

When you wake up you feel like running. You can’t fathom where the feeling comes from but it starts like a liquid running down your veins and soon you can’t stay in bed even for a second.

Feelings eat us raw. Only if you let them.

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