#this bus will wait here for a change of drivers. this bus will wait here to regulate the service. this bus hates your fucking guts.

[mythrilskirt]

In one way I love the bus and in another way the bus is fundamentally fucked and has no redeeming qualities. My fucked up ugly homeboy who is mean and bad at everything.

[its-avalon-08]

Omg you recent lando fic has me smiling like crazy no joke.

I was hoping I could request something similar ish. Where reader is Max.V. Sister and Lando wants it to be secre, bu the reade thinks he only wants to keep it secret because he's going to break up with her soon. (Dating for a while), and when the reader tells Carlos this, he tells Lando, who decides to let the whole world know by running up to her and kissing her just before the race.

secrets and shushed voices (ln4)

✦ pairing - lando norris x female!reader

✦ genre - angst, tears, comfort

The buzz of conversation in the Red Bull hospitality was overwhelming, but Y/N Verstappen had mastered the art of tuning it out. She adjusted her team polo, flipping through her notes for Max's debrief, when she felt a presence near her. Without looking up, she muttered, “Unless you have coffee for me, I’m not interested.”

A soft chuckle answered her. “What if I said I could charm you into being interested?”

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing at the source. Lando Norris leaned casually against the table, his grin infuriatingly perfect.

“Charm me?” she repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume that’s possible.”

“Bold is my middle name,” he shot back, undeterred.

“Funny,” she quipped, turning back to her notes. “I thought it was ‘Overtakes on Softs.’”

His laugh was genuine, and she hated that it made her chest flutter. “Touché, Verstappen. Touché.”

Over the next few months, their paths crossed often—media days, driver briefings, paddock run-ins. Lando made it his mission to tease her relentlessly, and to her dismay, she found herself looking forward to it.

One afternoon, she’d been ranting about how Max ignored her race notes.

“I bet he ignores them because you write, like, an essay for every corner,” Lando teased, plopping down beside her in the lounge.

“You’ve never even seen my notes!”

“I don’t need to. You scream ‘overachiever.’”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “And you scream ‘class clown.’”

“Ah, but clowns are memorable.”

“Annoying, more like.”

“Annoyingly charming,” he corrected with a wink, making her laugh despite herself.

--

Their playful banter became a staple in the paddock, much to the amusement of their teams. Max often shot her knowing looks, while Carlos liked to poke Lando with, “Mate, just ask her out already.”

But Lando enjoyed the chase. Every lingering glance, every sarcastic comment, every moment they shared—it all felt electric.

One night after a particularly chaotic post-race party, they found themselves on a quiet balcony overlooking the marina.

“You’re surprisingly tolerable when you’re not trying to be funny,” Y/N remarked, leaning against the railing.

“And you’re surprisingly fun when you’re not intimidating,” Lando countered, nudging her playfully.

She looked at him, the usual walls in her eyes softening. “You don’t actually think I’m intimidating, do you?”

“Only in the best way,” he said, his voice quieter now. “You’re... different, Y/N. In a good way.”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she covered it with a smirk. “You’re such a flirt, Norris.”

“Only with you.”

--

It was after a rainy qualifying in Silverstone when everything changed. Y/N had stayed late in the garage, waiting for Max, when Lando appeared, soaked and grinning.

“What are you still doing here?” she asked, handing him a towel.

“Trying to decide if I should do something really stupid,” he said, his voice unusually serious.

“What kind of stupid?”

“This kind.”

Before she could process his words, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers softly. The world seemed to blur as she kissed him back, a hundred unspoken moments between them finally falling into place.

--

Dating Lando was like stepping into a secret world. Behind closed doors, he was thoughtful, goofy, and overwhelmingly sweet. But in the paddock, he insisted they keep their relationship under wraps.

“It’s not that I’m ashamed,” he’d said one evening, his hand brushing her hair back as they lounged on the couch. “I just want us to have this—our thing—without the world tearing it apart.”

She had nodded, understanding his reasoning, but over time, doubt began to creep in. What if he wasn’t ready to commit? What if this secrecy was his way of keeping an exit strategy?

As Lando hugged her tightly after another stolen moment in the shadows of the McLaren motorhome, her thoughts spiraled.

He’s holding on so tight, but for how long? Am I just a phase he’s going to grow out of?

His voice broke through her haze. “You okay?”

She forced a smile, burying her face in his shoulder. “Yeah. Just tired.”

But as he held her, all she could think was, How much longer until he decides to let go?

--

Y/N sat in the McLaren hospitality, her hands gripping a lukewarm cup of tea she wasn’t drinking. She’d just watched Lando breeze past her in the paddock—no glance, no smile, not even a quick touch on the arm. He’d turned the charm on for the cameras as if she didn’t exist, leaving her to stew in the weight of their secrecy.

She set the cup down with a loud clink and stormed out. A short walk later, she was in the Ferrari hospitality, where Carlos and Rebecca sat chatting.

“Carlos,” she blurted, her voice trembling. “He’s going to break up with me.”

Carlos frowned, sitting up straighter. “¿Qué? Who’s breaking up with you?”

“Lando!” she exclaimed, collapsing onto the couch beside Rebecca, her emotions spilling over. “He doesn’t want this anymore—I know it!”

Rebecca placed a calming hand on Y/N’s knee. “Slow down, cariño. What happened?”

Y/N sniffled, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. “It’s everything. He didn’t even look at me this morning. No hug, no kiss. Nothing. He just… walked past me like I wasn’t even there. And it’s not just today—it’s been months of hiding. He insists on keeping this a secret. I thought it was romantic at first, like we had something private, but now—” Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Now you think it’s because he’s trying to find an easy way out,” Carlos finished, his tone heavy with disapproval.

Y/N nodded, sobbing into her hands. “He says it’s to protect us, but I don’t feel protected, Carlos. I feel like I’m not good enough for him to want people to know.”

Rebecca pulled Y/N into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re more than good enough. If anything, it’s him who’s too blind to see what he’s doing to you.”

Carlos crossed his arms, his brow furrowed in thought. “Has he given you any reason to believe he doesn’t care about you anymore? Other than the secrecy?”

Y/N hesitated, her voice muffled against Rebecca’s shoulder. “It’s all the little things. He’s so different when we’re alone—he’s kind and loving and makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. But the second we step into the paddock, it’s like I don’t exist. I just… I can’t do this anymore.”

Carlos’s face hardened, his protective side kicking in. “He needs to hear this, Y/N. But not from you—no, not while you’re like this.” He stood abruptly. “I’ll talk to him.”

“No!” Y/N sat up, her eyes wide. “You’ll just make things worse!”

“I won’t,” Carlos said firmly. “But he’s my friend, and I’m not going to sit here and watch him break your heart because he’s too much of an idiot to see what he’s doing. He needs a reality check.”

Rebecca nodded in agreement. “Carlos is right. He knows Lando better than anyone—you should let him handle it.”

Y/N sniffled again, her resolve softening under Rebecca’s calming presence. “You’re sure you won’t tell him I sent you?”

Carlos crouched in front of her, his expression softer now. “I’ll make it about what I’ve noticed. He’ll never know you said anything.”

Y/N nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”

Rebecca gave Y/N a comforting squeeze before Carlos kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll fix this, amiga. Trust me.”

As Carlos left, Y/N leaned into Rebecca’s side, her tears slowing but her heart still heavy. “What if he really does want to break up with me?”

Rebecca stroked her hair gently. “Then he’s the biggest fool on the planet, and we’ll make sure he knows it.”

--

Carlos leaned back in his chair in the McLaren hospitality, casually sipping on a bottle of water as Lando scrolled through his phone. They had been talking about summer break plans, with Lando suggesting a group trip to Ibiza.

“Ibiza would be fun,” Carlos said, setting his bottle down. “But only if you bring your girlfriend.”

Lando choked slightly, quickly glancing around to see if anyone overheard. “Shh, man!” he hissed, leaning closer. “What if someone hears you?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Lando frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

Carlos straightened, his tone turning serious. “Y/N came to see me today. She’s convinced you’re going to break up with her.”

“What?!” Lando’s voice rose before he quickly lowered it, glancing around again. “Why would she think that?”

“Because, mate, you’re treating her like some big secret, like she’s something you’re ashamed of,” Carlos said bluntly. “Every time you refuse to acknowledge her in public, every time you say no to posting a picture or holding her hand, she feels like she’s not enough for you.”

Lando’s face paled, his phone slipping from his hand. “That’s not… I don’t—” He stopped, his mind racing. “I’ve never said I’m ashamed of her. I thought she understood why I wanted to keep it private.”

Carlos leaned forward, his eyes hard. “She might have understood at first, but it’s been ten months, Lando. She’s tired. And frankly, I don’t blame her.”

Lando opened his mouth to argue but stopped as Carlos’s words sank in. His mind spiraled into a series of flashbacks.

-flashback-

He remembered the first time she’d asked if she could post a picture of them on her story. It was a harmless shot—just their intertwined hands on a table.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he’d said quickly. “You know how people can be.”

Her smile faltered, but she nodded. “Yeah. I get it.”

-flashback-

After a race in Monaco, Y/N had waited for him by the McLaren motorhome. When she tried to hug him, he’d gently pushed her into the shadows.

“Not here,” he’d whispered, glancing around nervously.

Her shoulders had slumped, and she took a step back. “Right. Sorry.”

-flashback-

At a post-race party, Rebecca had taken a picture of them laughing together. Y/N had been so happy, showing it to him with a hopeful smile.

“Becca sent this to me. Can I share it?”

Lando had hesitated. “Maybe not. It’s just… better if we keep it private.”

The light in her eyes had dimmed, though she tried to mask it with a nod. “Okay.”

present day

Lando’s chest tightened as the memories hit him. He hadn’t realized how often he’d dismissed her feelings or how much his need for secrecy had chipped away at her confidence.

“She thinks I want to break up with her?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos nodded, his expression softening. “She’s scared, Lando. She loves you, but she’s scared that you don’t feel the same way.”

Lando ran a hand through his hair, his heart aching. “I’m such an idiot.”

Carlos smirked faintly. “You said it, not me.”

Lando ignored the jab, his mind already working. He couldn’t let her think he didn’t care. He couldn’t let her feel like she wasn’t enough.

“I need to fix this,” he said firmly, standing up so fast that his chair scraped against the floor.

Carlos leaned back with a satisfied grin. “About time.”

Lando’s mind raced with ideas, his determination growing. He’d spent months hiding their relationship from the world—now, he’d show everyone exactly how much she meant to him.

--

The pre-race chaos was in full swing. Mechanics bustled about, drivers made their final rounds with engineers, and the paddock buzzed with energy. Y/N stood to the side near the McLaren garage, watching quietly as Lando spoke with his team. Her arms were crossed, her heart heavy from the morning’s events.

She had seen him arrive, head down, moving past her like she didn’t exist. Again. The weight of the past few months pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Rebecca’s words from earlier played in her head: “If he doesn’t see what he’s doing to you, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Maybe he doesn’t.

Suddenly, she noticed Carlos walking toward Lando, giving him a nudge and pointing in her direction. Lando froze, his head snapping up. Their eyes met briefly before Y/N turned away, unable to handle the hurt.

But before she could step back into the crowd, she heard his voice calling her name.

“Y/N!”

Her heart jumped. She turned to see Lando jogging toward her, his race suit partially unzipped and flapping as he moved. She frowned, confused. What is he doing?

As he reached her, he stopped, slightly out of breath. “I need to talk to you.”

“Now? You’re about to race,” she said, her tone wary.

“Now,” he insisted, his blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “I’ve been an idiot, and I need to fix this.”

“Lando, what are you—”

He didn’t let her finish. Instead, he stepped forward, cupping her face gently with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry for making you feel like you’re not enough, for hiding what we have, for… everything.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Lando…”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his forehead resting against hers. “Not of being with you, but of the world ruining what we have. I thought I was protecting us, but all I did was hurt you, and I hate myself for it.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she whispered.

His eyes widened in shock. “No. God, no. I want you, Y/N. I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I’m done pretending I don’t.”

Before she could process his words, he pulled her into a kiss—deep and unapologetic, right there in the middle of the paddock.

The world around them seemed to pause. For a moment, there was only him—his lips on hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as if he was afraid to let go.

When they finally broke apart, she noticed the stunned silence around them. Cameras clicked furiously, and the hum of murmured voices grew louder.

“Lando…” she started, her cheeks flushed.

He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Let them talk. I don’t care anymore.”

“But the team, the media—”

“Let them say what they want,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “I’m not hiding you anymore, Y/N. You’re my girlfriend, and the whole damn world is going to know it.”

Y/N stared at him, her heart pounding. His words, his actions—it was all so overwhelming.

“Say something,” he said nervously, his grin faltering.

She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. “I love you too,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Cheers erupted around them, and Carlos’s loud, teasing whistle cut through the noise. “¡Eso es, chico! About time!”

Lando laughed, resting his chin on her shoulder. “You good now?”

Y/N nodded, her tears finally spilling over—but this time, they were happy ones. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Because I’m not going anywhere, and I’m making sure everyone knows it.”

She smiled through her tears, and he kissed her again, sealing the promise with every ounce of love he felt.

[prettycopperpennies]

They Take Care Of/Comfort You When You're Sick

Anonymous asked:

Could I request a Squid Game preference (with the usual characters) where the reader has a cold/fever or something and they take care of them, or vice versa?

Squid Games x GN!Reader

Including: The Frontman/Player 001/Hwang In-ho | Player 230/Thanos/ Choi Su-bong | Player 388/Kang Dae-ho | Player 333/Lee Myung-gi | The Recruiter

The Frontman/Player 001/Hwang In-ho

~Hwang In-ho would hear the sniffles when you called asking for a favor and he would immediately check in on you

~”Darling are you alright?”

~Even over the phone he would be able to clock you were sick before you asked him to bring you cold medicine

~You could tell him all you wanted not to worry, to just bring it whenever he was free, but he would drop everything to come over. As he showed up within half an hour you would know he had done just that

~You could try to apologize or insist he didn’t need to go out of his way for you. You could have waited till he was free

~But as he tucked a hair behind your ear, your guilty resolve would quickly melt away

~He would mean every word, and wouldn’t hear anything against it. You can’t keep him away when you need help. Even if the situation is as lowkey as a simple cold

~”How do you expect me to get anything done when I know you’re here suffering?”

~If you warned him you might get him sick, he would still keep the same attitude: insisting he wanted to be there for you

~Every soothing smile and gentle hand on your back, arm, shoulder would weaken your argument. You both knew you wanted him to stay

~You would end up asleep in his arms, your head resting on his shoulder

~And he would be happy to pamper you through your cold

Player 333/Lee Myung-gi

~He would notice your red nose and fever flushed cheeks and would immediately feel a little tug on his heart

~No matter how much you insisted he should stay away because you didn’t want to get him sick, he would be able to tell you really didn’t mean it. He knew you well enough to be able to clock when you didn’t want to be left alone

~You two would end up on opposite ends of the couch, as a feeble attempt to keep himself healthy, playing video games

~But thanks to your cold your mind would be too foggy to really focus, and after the millionth time losing at Mario Kart you would finally quit

~You’d make him change the video game over and over again, not liking how much energy each took. He’d go along with it, not complaining. 

~You had no idea the amount of power you had on him at that moment. He wouldn't be able to say no to anything you wanted, feeling too bad for how miserable you seemed thanks to your cold

~It would be awhile before you admitted you actually wanted to sit and watch him play something instead

~As time would go on, he wouldn’t be able to ignore your sad, sick state from the other side of the couch. You would finally notice his state when he sighed loudly. You could ask him what was wrong, but he would only answer by pulling you onto his lap.

~”You’ll get sick.” “Yeah, I know.”

~You’d smile as he rested his head atop your own and wrapped his arms around you to keep playing the video game.

~If he noticed you getting at all amused by him finally caving, he would of course have to defend himself

~”You were sitting there looking miserable! It’s emotional blackmail.”

Player 230/Thanos/ Choi Su-bong

~Choi Su-Bong would come and get you the second you called, no matter where you were or what he was doing.

~He couldn’t be able to stop himself from getting anxious when you first called; sniffling, telling him you feel awful, and you need a ride

~He would show up in a matter of minutes. It would be so quick you could only presume he had sped to get to you. Of course, you’d already be feeling better as he smiled at you from the driver’s seat through the front window

~If you apologized, explaining you didn’t feel good enough to drive or didn’t want to take the bus, but he would shut that down immediately

~”Baby, I’ll come get you whenever.”

~He’d hold your hand the whole ride. It didn’t matter if he was driving with one hand or two, he wouldn’t ever signal (it was an argument you two had a million times). So you would let him intertwine his fingers with your own as you two would make it home

~He would of course make a pit stop along the drive at your guilty pleasure bakery. He would keep the car running after noticing your shivering so you could keep the heat going as you waited for him to come back

~Within minutes you would have a bag of baked goods on your lap as the two of you went home

~If you want medicine you’d have to remind him to grab that along the way too. Su-bong wanted to help you feel better, but the logical approach is not necessarily at the front of his mind

~If your cold got to you, and suddenly you were tearing up over how nice he would find it amusing. You would be met with a large smile and a laugh

~”You’re weepy when your sick”

~After some lighthearted teasing he’d wrap a hand around the base of your neck to bring you in for a kiss. You’d try to warn him, but he’d of course say he didn’t care

~And you both would spend the next few days getting over a cold together

Player 388/Kang Dae-ho

.

~Kang Dae-ho would come over the second you called asking for his company while you tried to get over your cold

~”I think I’m getting sick. Maybe… Do you think you could come over? I don’t want to be alone.”

~He would be at your place even before you hung up, which wouldn't surprise you even a little. What would surprise you even less is the arm fulls of cough drops and the tea he brought with him

~You wouldn’t have a chance to get out of bed before he was wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You would be lifted up a little bit as he tightened his grip around you and dropped his head into the crook of your neck

~”You definitely have a fever”

~Your close proximity would let him feel the fever radiating off you. He wouldn’t care though, immediately following up the hug by telling you to scoot over

~He would wrap an arm around your shoulder, telling you that you were stuck with him all day

~And he would stay true to his word. He would be hanging around, making you warm/good for you food, watching popcorn movies, and whatever else he could think might make you feel better/distract you

~Every time you reacted to his sweet gestures with even the most miniscule of happiness, he would feel immensely pleased with his efforts and how it was making you feel at least a little better

~And by the time night rolled around you wouldn’t really need to convince him. He’d stay over, more than happy to appease you in your clingy state

The Recruiter

~As soon as he finds out your sick he’d be showing up to bring you to his house

~He’d find it very amusing if you warned him you would definitely get germs all over his house. He would point out you did get in his car, so how worried could you really be?

~Either way, warnings or not, you would end up on his couch buried under blankets with your guilty pleasure tv show playing

~He would be lounging on the other side of the couch, his arm resting across the back, and biting back a smile as he pretending not to notice how often your gaze wandered over to him

~He knew how clingy you could get when you were sick, but he couldn't help but wonder if you would admit it yourself if he was patient enough

~And eventually you would mention you were cold, and he would offer more blankets or to turn up the heat. You’d give excuses for every offer till he would finally ask you flat out if you had anything specific in mind

~As you refused to cave with a sniffle and a “I guess not”, he would be the one to fold. He couldn't watch you suffer through a cold and pout on the other side of the couch

~He’d be pulling you over to cuddle, letting you bury him in your blankets as well, with an amused chuckle over how you absolutely did not fight it

~”But you don’t want me to get sick, right?”

~If you feigned innocence or pretended not to hear him over the tv show, he wouldn’t call you out further. He wouldn't’ have it in him to argue with you (even playfully) when you feel so under the weather

[spiceforyou]

Lucky Charm☘

NSFW

Summary: Wally has noticed you cheering him on at every game and he finally gets up the courage to talk to you.

Authors Note: Send me requests please! I am having major writers block. Love you guys!-L

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Wally Clark was the Split River Devils’ best running back. He also was the only reason you’d waste your time at a football game. Since your freshman year you hadn’t missed a game. You were always there in the stands cheering him on even though you were pretty sure he had no idea you even existed.

Wally knew you existed, in fact he relied on you as his good luck charm. He had heard your voice cheering him on above everyone else. He didn’t know you then but he searched for you in the stands after that first game. Thankfully you always sat in the front row and he had to force himself not to look at you from the sidelines.

There was something about you that pulled him in. He hadn’t talked to you afraid that he’d mess it up and you’d be gone. He needed you at the games, you were the only one constantly giving him encouragement. His mom rarely commented on anything good so it was a nice change.

He made it his mission to get to know you. So after his first game as a senior he had managed to work up the courage to talk to you. He quickly changes out of his uniform and left the locker room to hopefully catch you before you left.

He checked the stands and then quickly ran to the parking lot catching you walking to your car. You had drove the two hours to the away game by yourself and he wasn't letting you drive home by yourself. "Hey Y/N wait up!" He ran to your car as you had opened the drivers side door. You turned around to see Wally standing a few feet from you out of breath and wearing his signature letterman.

"Um hi. Great game! What can I do for you Wally?" you fumbled out awkwardly, twiddling your thumbs. "Did you drive all the way out here by yourself?" Wally asks curiously. You chuckle nervously "Um yeah I guess I did." "Can I ride home with you?" He asks politely giving you that award winning smile.

"Yea of course! Let me make sure my passenger seat is cleaned out!" you smile walking around and opening the door moving your bag and a few other things to the back seat. He waits for you to round the front of the car and get seated before closing your door. He tosses his bag in the back seat before situating himself in the passenger seat. "You didn't wanna ride the bus back?" you ask as you pull out of the parking lot.

"Just didn't think it was safe to let you drive back home this late and I wanted to get to know my number one fan." He teases you. You giggle and your cheeks turn rosy. "Your number one fan huh? Getting a bit of an ego are you?" you tease back. He smirks at you taking in your side view, admiring your fluttery lashes and the cute Devils gear you are wearing. "Aren't you though? I've seen you at every game." Your face gets even more red as you glance at him.

"I do enjoy football and you might be apart of why I enjoy it." you shrug. His smile widens and he blushes hiding it from you. "Are you hungry? I was thinking about stopping at a diner or something?" You ask looking over at him waiting on the red light to turn green. "Starved actually. I'm always super hungry after a game. To the diner!" Wally rubs his tummy animatedly causing you to laugh loudly smacking your hand over your mouth embarrassed.

You pull into a cute little diner called "Sweetheart Suppers". The neon sign flashes pink as Wally holds open the door for you. You find a booth before ordering your drinks and scanning the menu. You order a cheeseburger and fries while Wally orders chicken strips and tater tots. While you wait for your food to arrive Wally shameless flirts with you and mentions that he has looked for you at every game.

You look at him shocked "Every game? And you think I'm your number one fan? Okayyy." you tease him. He smirks "I never said I wasn't a fan of you Sweets. I am a big fan actually. Been trying to get up the courage to talk to you since freshman year besides for an extra pencil." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Well I'm flattered. What took you so long though?" You smile at him soothing his anxiety. "Well I didn't want to screw it up. You are kind of my good luck charm." He shrugs at you.

"I'm your good luck charm? How?" You ask curiously. "Um. This is kind of embarrassing but you are the only one that positively comments on my game play. Coach and my mom only criticize me. I really need your cheering to keep me in the right mindset." He mumbles out fidgeting with his hands. You reach across the table and grab his hand rubbing it with your thumb gently.

"I will be your lucky charm anytime you need Hon. I love watching you play." You smile at him keeping his hand in yours as you eat with the other. "Are you flirting with me Gorgeous?" Wally teases trying to break the tension. You smile up at him. "Maybe? What are you gonna do about it?" you tease. His eyes darken as his tongue drags along his bottom lip. He grabs the waitress to get the ticket and pays for the both of you much to your protests.

He walks you out to your car grabbing your hips as he pushes your back against the door trapping you between him and the car. His hands move from your hips to rest besides your head. He leans in pressing his lips to yours gently at first until you kiss him back. You kiss back, hands grasping onto his shirt holding him close to you. He pulls back resting his forehead against yours breath hitting your lips. "Fuck I want you in the worst way Sweets." He groans out.

You look up at him pupils blown wide and darkened making his heart race. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private then." You practically beg. "I don't think I can wait. Want you now. Can I fuck you in your back seat Princess?" He whimpers pushing his hips against yours. You nod up at him, moving towards the back door. He yanks it open helping you in before clambering in after you. The door closes and he's glued to you. His lips trail down your neck, kissing and sucking as he goes, stopping when your breath catches paying extra attention to that spot. He nips at the spot before smoothing it over with his tongue.

You push his letterman off his shoulders and tug at the bottom of his shirt until he pulls it over his head. He reaches for the bottom of your shirt looking up at you for reassurance before ridding you of it. He kisses your lips before pressing them between your breasts and across your collarbones. Your hands are in his hair and feeling the corded muscles of his back whimpering at the sensation of him and his lips on you.

He sits you up slightly unclipping your bra before gently pulling it off of you. He lays you back down stopping to take in your breasts breath catching in his throat at the sight of your hard pierced nipples. "Fuck Sweets you are full of surprises." You giggle at him the giggle turning into a moan as his lips latch to your nipple his hand groping the other breasts before switching. You whine hips lifting to grind up into his, his hips buck against yours causing him to moan around your breast a shiver crawling up your spine.

He continues covering your tits in hickies as his hand trails down popping the button on your jeans before slipping his hand in them cupping your pussy through your damp panties. "Please Wally." You whine needing him to touch you. He hums against you before pulling back to help you out of your jeans and panties. His eyes lock on your wet folds, licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your mound. He brings his hand to drag slowly through your center before rubbing your clit in a slow circle. His other hand reaches to press into your lower stomach holding you still as he watches your face contort into pleasure.

He continues his slow torture his fingers sliding down to pump into you slowly. You let out a gasp as you clench around his thick fingers. After making sure you are ready for him he brings his fingers to his mouth moaning around them before saying "Princess as much as I'd like to eat your delicious pussy I am gonna bust if I don't get in you soon." Wally whines out. "Fuck me please." You beg him.

He groans out before shimmying his jeans and boxers down freeing his pulsing cock. He look down at you "I think I have a condom in my wallet." You shake your head no. "I wanna feel you. All of you. Please. I'm clean and on birth control." The though of feeling you wrapped around him with nothing in between you does something to him, his hips jerking causing the head of his cock to bump into your clit. A shutter coursing through the both of you.

He reaches down dragging the red tip of his cock up and down your slick before slowly pushing in. You let out a whimper as he groans out bending down to kiss you roughly. He sinks into you inch by inch, his thickness feeling like he's splitting you in half. A strangled cry pours into Wally's mouth. He gives you a minute to adjust to his size the only movement the twitch of his cock. "Am I good to move Princess?" he grunts out. You nod your head before he shakes his telling you "Words Princess. Need you to say it." You whine at him needily before he gives you a pointed look. "Wally please fuck me now. Need you." you manage to whimper out before his hips pull almost all the way out before bottoming back out inside of you. You scream out "Wallllly." He grunts into your neck as he keeps the pace up.

He leans back and settles his hands behind your knees bringing them to your chest before plunging back into you. He's so deep you can feel him in your throat. A loud moan leaving your mouth as he leans froward to capture your lips as he drives into you. The only sound is your skin slapping and the wetness of you. He pulls his lips from yours briefly to say "Fuck baby you feel so good. You are taking my cock so well." You whine before leaning up to capture his lips again as your nails drag down his back.

He grunts into your mouth at the burning sensation your nails leave. He moves so one hand is pressing against the back of both of your thighs holding them up as the other wraps around your throat observing your blissed out face before pistoning faster into your cunt. Your eyes roll back, the only sound leaving your swollen lips is a pitiful whimper as he ruins you. He grunts as he feels you tighten around him spasming around his cock.

You writhe under him getting close to the edge of release. "Gonna cum." You say as a broken whisper. His hand tightens as he fucks faster "Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?" He says in a deep gravelly tone sending you over the edge, toes curling eyes rolling. You spasm around him, hips jerking as you soak his cock with your cum. He groans out hips stuttering as he thrusts for his last time stilling himself in you as he fills you up. He slowly releases your legs allowing them to settle on either side of his hips before pressing his forehead to your breast bone catching his breath. You run your hands through his hair gently scratching at his scalp in a soothing way.

He leans back after he collects himself pressing a kiss to your lips before gently pulling out of you an empty feeling settling over you. A whimper escapes you as he does. He presses a kiss to you before helping you slip your panties back on. "Do you want to put your bra back on?" He asks picking it up. You shake your head no before allowing him to pull your t-shirt over your head. He grabs his letterman helping you slip it on before helping you pull your jeans up. He then redresses himself before helping you out of the backseat.

You stumble around sleepily and sore causing Wally to chuckle at you. "Do you want me to drive us home Lovey? Fucked you too good." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles his head into your neck. "Yes please." you mumble through the yawn that escapes. He helps you over to the passenger side and helps you get cozy making sure your seatbelt is on before hopping into the driver side.

You are leaned back in the passenger seat turned towards him looking at him through sleepy eyes. "Its okay. I'll wake you up when we get back Sweets. Go to sleep." He says resting his hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently. He watches as your eyes drift close admiring how sweet you look all curled up in his letterman after he just ruined you in the backseat. Fuck he might be in love.

[lascvitae]

❦ — the beginning of an era

synopsis. after landing a main role in an upcoming kdrama, y/n moves away from home to fulfill her dreams. upon arrival, it seems that her co-star has taken a newfound interest in her.

pairing. actress!minjeong x actress fem!reader genre. fluff(?) warning(s). none.

word count: 1.3k

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ katty ᥫ᭡: okay so i wanna make this a mini series and i have a few ideas in mind but if you guys have any scenarios or ideas then please don’t hesitate to send an ask!!



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it was around twelve pm once y/n finally landed in the heart of south korea, miles away from home for one of the first times ever.

almost a month earlier she received a call that changed her life. she had been casted the main role of an upcoming kdrama and while she had to move to a serviced apartment in the city, it was everything that the girl dreamed of doing since the age of five.

ever since that point she had starred in musicals, as background extras, side characters and even the younger version of main characters. yet with all of that experience, it felt like something was missing. something that she had just found.

the countless billboards gave her a glimpse of the bright future ahead— there were tons of famous celebrities, some who she couldn’t even name. but there were definitely a few that stood out the most.

there was jun jihyun, who owned numerous awards for her talent and not too far away was song hyekyo. everyone that y/n laid her eyes upon had a high level of fame and it filled her heart with hope for what was to come.

today was the day she would meet her co-stars and the place that she would be calling ‘home’ for the next few months.

leaning against her luggage as she patiently waited for the vehicle to arrive, a few buses passed by to pick up the other pedestrians. only one bus caught her attention.

plastered onto the side of the bus was one of the most well-known actresses in the industry — kim minjeong. y/n studied the advertisement for a lip balm with an intrigued smile. she could already see her own face on the side of a limousine bus.

minjeong wasn’t only known for her amazing performance on camera but also due to her kind-hearted nature. there probably wasn’t a single/ bad video of that girl on the internet. even if you hated some of her characters, it was impossible to hate her. though, most co-stars would mention that she is ‘slow to warm up’ and can even come off as rude or bratty at times.

a black suburban parked in front of y/n, snapping her out of her out of the mini-daydream, reminding her that it was now her turn to leave her mark on the world.

while y/n strolled her luggage towards the trunk, a man dressed in a black suit and tie cane around to grab everything for her. “let me grab this for you.” the man extended a hand, carefully taking the luggage with ease and securing it into the back. “thank you.” y/n muttered.

once he assured that his precious cargo was settled, the vehicle began to move and y/n let out a breath she had no idea that she was even holding.

all of the buildings that seoul fostered allowed a crumb of homesickness to sink in, wiping the smile clean off of her face. she looked down at her phone, seeing the message from her mother and best friend, aurora.

rory 💓

‘i miss u already 🥺🥺 u better text me everyday!!’

Sent 9:37 AM

my queen bee ❤️‍🔥

‘Don’t overwork yourself, honey. i’m always one call away if you need me. -Mom’

Sent 6:17 AM

my queen bee ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

‘I’m here to support you in any way you need.’

Sent 6:17 AM

the messages resulted in a pout and y/n decided to put her phone away before a tear could form, forcing herself to look outside of the window.

to her surprise, the car came to a stop a while ago and she hadn’t even realized it. the driver was already working at her luggage, opening up the door for her.

“thank you.” she held her purse as she eagerly stepped out of the vehicle, mouth agape from the tall building that stood before her. while y/n had achievements of her own this felt like a new key to stardom, there were even intimidating bodyguards standing at the entrance. there were paparazzi surrounding the building but it didn’t seem like they could get in.

y/n felt a rush of relief at the security system implemented.

with a singular look they granted the two of them access and they were on the way to the elevator.

the interior of the lobby was gorgeous, decorated with long chandeliers and colors along with gold that were visually perceived as expensive. almost every single intricate detail caught y/n’s eye as they settled into the spacious elevator.

“is this your first big role?” the driver, or what he seemed more like, the assistant asked y/n. she smiled nervously. “could you tell?”

he shrugged, not wanting to offend the girl. “a little bit. don’t worry, you’ll love park seonho. he’s a great director.”

her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

she had only met the casting director so this was news to her — park seonho was one of the directors that y/n had respected the most. it gave her so much motivation for the show that she had to hold back a squeal.

once the elevator ding indicated that they had made it to her floor, y/n followed the man to her new apartment.

“um, how do these work?” she sheepishly asked as the door swung open, her mouth following quickly behind.

the apartment was huge — and it wasn’t short of how luxurious the lobby was decorated. there were more seats in the living area than y/n could have imagined herself needing, she had just moved away from her hometown after all. the only person she knew was the mother of the baby that couldn’t keep quiet in the plane seat next to hers. all she could do was gasp as they walked further inside.

“i don’t have much information on that part. your neighbor arrived about an hour ago. she’s your co-star.” he set down all of y/n’s luggage before heading for the door.

“by the way, you can call me mr. kim. i’ll be your driver for the next six months, miss y/n.” the girl bowed as he introduced himself, and just as quickly as he arrived, he had departed.

the spacious apartment building left y/n speechless and so that she couldn’t procrastinate about it later, she began to unpack all of her bags. her mystery neighbor proved to be a powerful distraction, though.

to fulfill the never ending curiosity, y/n swiftly traversed to the door adjacent to her own. with three knocks, she put on the brightest smile managable.

after a few seconds passed the door finally swung ajar and y/n wasn’t sure of what she recognized first. the short blonde hair, the rosy pink lips or the shirt that revealed a sliver of the girl’s infamous abs.

“hello.” she greeted with a bow, instantly recognizing her co-star. at this moment y/n realized that she was staring, or even gawking at this point. but how could she not? it was none other than kim minjeong.

“h-hello.” she returned the bow, blinking to confirm the girl before her eyes.

curiosity piqued, minjeong’s lips curled into an interested smile. “i’m looking forward to working with you…” she trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

“y/n.”

“y/n. perfect. i’m min—“

“i know who you are, it’s okay! i’m — um, i’m looking forward to working with you too.” the smile on her face widened. “of course.”

y/n chewed at her lower lip. “so, uh, how do these work exactly?” minjeong seemed slightly confused before she understood the question and why you were asking it. “it’s like a hotel. housekeeping will stop by every wednesday and it should already be fully furnished. at least, i hope that was the case.”

y/n wasn’t sure if she was nervous or if she genuinely found her words funny but a light hearted chuckle escaped the lips she had been nibbling at. “it was. thank you, minjeong.”

“no need.” she offered another kind smile. “you know where to find me. you should settle down.” the door closed shortly after that and y/n could feel her heart trying to escape the restraints of her chest, hitting herself in the head a few times.

“why did i stutter like that?” the whispered sentence was only audible to her as she glanced at the end of the empty hallway before hiding inside of her apartment. y/n had just made her first friend in korea. kim minjeong. one of the most talented women in the country.

and they were neighbors.

the next six months were going to be a roller coaster.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Crash

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

The sidewalk feels cold beneath your thighs as you stare blankly into your lap, your breaths heavy, struggling through a tight chest. You’re sat cross-legged, like a child - the nice, elderly lady had encouraged you to sit down, said you were looking pale. She’d definitely meant for you to take a seat on the bench a few steps away, but you’d just dropped, seemingly forgetting how to get from standing to sitting in any sort of graceful manner.

She’d smiled sympathetically then, offered you some candy from the bottom of her purse – kept a stash in there for her grandchildren - said you needed sugar for the shock. But you’d shook your head, feeling sick at the notion of eating anything. She asked if there was anyone she could call whilst waiting for the first responders.

You’d put your hand in your jacket pocket for your phone at her question – relieved it’s in one piece, not smashed up like the hunk of metal just out of eyeshot. You don’t remember calling Leon’s number, but you must have because now your phone’s up against your ear.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He answers after only four rings, though his voice is hushed - maybe ducked out of the room to answer. “Can I call you back in 20? Just wrapping up something here.”

“I-crashed-the-car.” You blurt out, the words running into one another. It’s not technically true, you were crashed into but this seems easier for now.

“What?” His volume amps way up and your stomach twists with the change, unsure of the implications – is he mad? Upset?

You were borrowing his car. Yours was in the garage, the brake discs needed replaced and would take a couple of days to get the parts in. You’d planned to take city transport but Leon insisted you take his car - arguing it was winter, that it gets dark so early and the idea of you walking to and from the bus stop on your own isn’t one he wants to entertain. You don’t live in a terrible neighbourhood, but you don’t have to be for monsters to be roaming the streets, after all. Plus, it made sense for him to ride his bike to HQ whilst you borrowed his SUV and he wouldn’t have to worry, have one less thing on his plate… ..or so had been the idea. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t even take in his questions, really. “They came out of nowhere and…“ Your breath hitches in your throat, a sob building up and threatening to overflow.

“Baby,” his tone is firm, “are you hurt?”

You can hear his shoes slapping against the floor as he begins to run, though it sounds too hard a sole for his boots... No, that’s right, he went out in a suit this morning – leather jacket on top, motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm, still made the whole ensemble look good albeit it being mismatched.

“No…” That’s not true - there’s blood, and it has to be yours, but you feel numb of any sort of pain. “I don’t know.“ Your voice cracks again. “That’s okay,” he soothes, barging through a door with his shoulder. “We’ll work it out.” Nearly takes a woman out the other side with how hard the door slams against the wall, mutters half an apology as he darts around her. “Are you still in the car?” You turn to look at Leon’s black SUV laying on its side, the under carriage on full display – not the way a car should be. The driver’s side is against the concrete. You’d climbed out the passenger side, somehow, having to fight gravity itself to get the door to open, clambered up and over the leather seats. Should you have done that, or should you have stayed put? You’d just wanted out from the metal box – the windscreen was a spiderweb of cracks, creaking like it would explode in shards at any moment. “N-no, I’m on the sidewalk.”

“Okay, good. Ambulance on its way?” He’s reached the elevator, mashes the down button like it will make it accelerate to his floor any faster than usual. He feels awful that he’s interrogating you, but his training has kicked in - gather as much intel as possible – and he needs the facts.

“Yeah. Police too.” A few cars had stopped after. Someone said they were calling 911, another saying they got some of the license plate, the old lady and her purse full of candy. The other car drove off, tyres burnt with how fast they fled the scene.

“Good. That’s good, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay. Can you tell me where you are? What street you’re on?”

“Erm…” You look round, but in the shock nothing looks familiar, though it must be a route you’d driven down hundreds of times before. “I was on the way home from work, so, I’m, erm…”

“That’s all right.” He can hear the tightness in your voice, knows you’re not thinking clearly and so he changes tact. “Is anyone nearby that you could ask?” He hits the elevator button again, swears it’s been on floor 12 for far longer than necessary. Come on.

The elderly lady comes back to mind – she must’ve stepped back to give you privacy when you’d pulled your phone out. “There’s someone.”

“Great. Can you ask them where you are?”

“Yeah…” You pull the phone down from your ear, looking around to find she’s not gone far at all, hovering a few metres away. “Excuse me, where are we? Sorry.” The apology slips out, feeling more of a nuisance to her than you’d already been.

“16th Street, dearie.” She smiles, keeps her tone gentle. “Just near Jack’s Groceries.”

The elevator finally arrives – empty - and Leon positions himself between the doors, aware that his reception might drop when he starts to head down to the garage and he can’t leave you on a dial tone.

“Thank you.” You force a smile in return, hold the phone back up to your ear. “16th Street, near the grocery store, Jack’s - it’s the one with those chips you like?”

He smiles at that – it’s not your usual place to shop, but you go there sometimes to pick them up for him ‘just cos’. “I’m on my way, sweetheart. Can you call or text me if you go anywhere else?”

“Y-yeah.” You take another shuddering breath, dig your nails into the palm of your hand. “Thank you. I’m so sorry.”

He steps into the elevator fully, double taps the button for the garage before assaulting another to close the doors. He hopes no-one tries to grab it on the way down, cos he won’t be able to hide his irritation.

“Nothing to apologize for. Everything’s going to be okay. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”

“See you soon.”

He hears the beep, signaling the call is cut off and takes a grounding breath, though his foot taps impatiently as the elevator continues to descend. He scrolls down his contacts, thumb poised to dial as soon as the doors open again.

“Leon,” Hunnigan sounds surprised to receive his call, probably cos he’s in the same building as her and usually swung by the office if he was after something. “To wha-“

“I need a car.” He cuts across her, heading over to where the company vehicles are kept. “Any car - I’m in the garage already.”

“Right. Why?” He feels a smidge of relief when he hears her begin to type.

“Please - just give me anything. I don’t care what, I just need to go.”

There’s the clunk of a lock down the line of vehicles, a black estate vehicle’s lights flashing. “Bay C3. Keys in the sun visor as usual. Tell me later.”

“I will. Thank you.”

 --

Leon drives a little faster than he should, but it still feels like hours until he reaches his destination. There’s a couple of cop cars blocking one of the lanes, red and blues flashing, an officer stood diverting traffic around the closure and another manning the perimeter. He pulls up behind the cars and hops out, scanning for you.

There’s an ambulance parked up in the lane and his heart skips a beat when he sees you sat on the steps, a cop on one side, a paramedic waiting behind in the wings. There’s one of those silver foil emergency blankets draped around your shoulders and you look so goddamn small.

He starts to jog over, intent on getting to your side as soon as possible, when the cop manning the perimeter sidesteps in front of him, holding his hands up to get him to stop.

“Sir, I need you to stay ba-“

Leon flashes his ID in his face – it’s not something he likes to do and so he rarely does it, but he doesn’t have time to put on the charm. “Agent Leon Kennedy. That’s my girlfriend over there – I need to get through.”

The cop steps back and Leon feels weirdly grateful for once for the DSO.

As he gets closer, his eyes narrow at the fact that they’re making you blow into a breathalyzer. He clenches his fist then - you’re bleeding and they’re accusing you of drink-driving?! He wants to give them what for, but then he sees the way you’re shaking and knows him storming into the scene ready to blow is not going to help, especially with how apologetic you’d been on the phone.

He forces himself to stop a moment and breathes deeply again. You’re shook up, but you’re in one piece, conscious and that’s the most important thing.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The officer nods, noting down the reading as Leon walks over, catching the tail-end of the conversation. “Nothing to worry about there. I’ll just go update the control room – it won’t be long.”

“Leon,” you stand abruptly at the sight of him as the cop steps off to the side and the foil blanket slips off your shoulders, gauze taped on multiple parts of your arms. You’re trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come here,” Leon wraps his arms around you, coaxing you into his chest. He wants to squeeze tight, to confirm what he’s seen with his eyes, that you’re real and whole, but he doesn’t want to aggravate any injuries so he’s careful, pressing a kiss to your crown. “Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’m just so glad you’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You’re not, but maybe if you say it to Leon it’ll make it real. There’s a horrible burning sensation in your chest. You want to cry, but not here, not in front of everyone.

“Sorry, ma’am, can I get you to take a seat again?” The paramedic interrupts, emergency blanket back in hand. “I won’t be long, sir. I just need to check a couple more things.”

“No, of course.” He presses another kiss to your forehead and guides you back to the steps, encouraging you to sit and takes the blanket from the paramedic’s hand to drape back over you. “I’ll be right over there, okay? I’m just gonna go have a word with the officer.”

“Okay, yeah.”

He steps aside so the paramedic can move in and waits for the officer to come off the radio, approaching and offering his hand. “Leon Kennedy. I’m her boyfriend.”

“I gathered.” He shakes it. “Officer Jacobs. It was your car she was driving?”

“Mm-hm.” He keeps half an eye on you as he sees the paramedic shine a flashlight in your eyes, getting you to follow his finger. “What happened?”

The cop consults his notepad, flipping through his notes. “A witness stated another SUV-type vehicle went through the red light at some speed. Said it had been driving erratically for a while, so I’m figuring drunk-driver. T-boned, sent your SUV spinning and flipped onto its side after it collided with the lamp-post. The other vehicle stopped for five seconds or so, then gunned it. I’ve got dispatch sending a description out for the highway patrols. Partial registration but it’s gonna have damage, I’m sure, so should be easy to spot if it’s still in transit.”

Leon swallows, taking all the information in.

“How lucky do you think she was?”

“Truthfully,” the cop scratches his day-old stubble, looking between the SUV and you, “I think if she’d been in a different car than that, we’d be having a very different and difficult conversation right now.”

Leon’s fists clench. He’s encountered unspeakable horrors too often in his time, but the idea that some drunken jerk could just get behind the wheel and end your life is more terrifying than anything he’s ever faced. His thoughts swirl down a dangerous drain - wonders if Hunnigan can grab the partial registration from the cops, run it through her software and find the culprit, or trawl the CCTV cameras for a screengrab. He’d show up at their door, or maybe wait for them in the parking lot, revving his own engine, scare them the way they’ve traumatized you and-

“Sir?”

The thought extinguishes as he realizes the cop is offering him a slip of paper.

“Case number. We’ve got her details and we’ll be in touch if we hear anything, but just in case either of you want to follow anything up.”

“Got it.” He nods, taking it and popping it into his wallet. “Thanks.”

--

Leon wants to take you straight home – he’s got a substantial first aid kit there that’ll do the trick on the cuts that need stitching – but, honestly, you need a proper check-up and only the emergency room will do.

You’d required a few stitches from where you’d been caught by the glass from the driver’s window and bruises had started to develop, specially from where the seatbelt had jerked at the impact, but the overall prognosis was positive – you’d be sore for a few weeks, that was for sure, but armed with some painkillers and some rest, you’d be fine.

Leon doesn’t think he’s ever driven quite so carefully the way he drove to and from the emergency room. Not that will help against other assholes on the road, but he’ll be damned if he does anything that means he has to slam on the brakes and give you a fright. You’ve been silent most of the time – silent on the drive, silent in the waiting room, answering the doctor’s questions in a quiet, unsure voice, and then silent again on the drive home. He’d placed a cautious hand on your knee, squeezing it in reassurance, meaning to draw it away but you’d placed your hand on top of it, looping your fingers through his.

He pulls into the parking lot, gives your hand one last squeeze and hops out, dashing around so he can help you out the vehicle. Leon can read you like a book, he knows you’re holding it together until you get inside – you know you are too.

The elevator is mercifully sat on the ground floor when the two of you enter the lobby and Leon keeps you close as you ride up to the 12th floor and the safety of the apartment.

“Can we sit?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” He sits down on the sofa first and you drop yourself down onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. It’s only a second before you burrow your head under his chin and, with a heaving breath, finally let out a proper sob - releasing everything you’ve held in for the last few hours. You feel stupid, annoyed, frightened, sore, relieved – too many emotions to keep track of.

He wraps his arms around you in turn, pressing a long kiss to your temple, tears burning at his own eyes.

In that moment, it hits Leon in the gut that he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, what he would have done if you hadn’t come home that night. If he’d have to come back to the apartment and not find your shoes kicked off at the door at the end of the long day, the glass with the lipstick smear on the rim near the sink from the water you’d gulp down greedily whilst making dinner.  It’s not like he takes you for granted by any means. He feels lucky every morning when he gets to wake up next to you in bed, and every night when he climbs back in, wrapping his arms around you. He’ll never let the two of you go to sleep or part ways if you’ve had harsh words or a full blown argument as all couples do, not with the risk his line of work brings, the threat that he could be called away in the middle of the night and have to bid goodbye to a turned back.

He rubs his hand gently up and down your back then, tears silently rolling down his face as he takes you all in, relishes your warmth as he cradles you in his lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You hiccup, your sobs eventually ceasing into sniffles, but still you kept your face pressed into his chest, seeking the comfort of his smell – the faint cologne and natural musk that was so uniquely Leon.

“You did nothing wrong, you hear me?” He mumbles into your crown. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Is the car a complete write-off?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” He gently lifts your left hand, presses a kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, baby. So much.”

“Love you too.”  

The day after the next – he negotiated a personal day to spend doting on you, breakfast in bed, cuddles on the sofa, takeaway for dinner – Leon goes out and buys a ring.

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[bunnyinvanilla]

hey my lovely, you’ve been feeding us lately and I have another request for you, john picking reader up from college and seeing some silly frat boy try and pick her up, hugeee pda to scare off any college boys

ughhhh oh gosh i neeeeed this sb every new request from you becomes my fav one but this one is such a guilty pleasure im in love with this scenario ૮꒰ ྀི⸝⸝⸝>_< ྀི⸝⸝⸝꒱ა big buff scary daddy that scares college boys away oh my gosh im blushinggg

🐰| sugar daddy!price x sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap, john is in his 40s & reader is 21, pda!! pda!!

you looked at the text from sugar daddy!john saying he was coming to pick you up and he’d be there in a few minutes, heavens forbid his pretty little girl took the bus when she had a personal driver ! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

you’d already said farewell to your girl friends, and were waiting all dolled up and cutely down the large college’s outdoor staircase, bag pack cutely stuffed up on your shoulder, your eyes flicked to the road as you anticipated john’s arrival, until someone sidled over, next to you.

”hey sweet face, you waiting for someone?”

you turned towards him and blinked, unimpressed by his words, your sweet features narrowing into a confused expression — you didnt know him, but you recognized the stance, the backwards hat and that easy grin that pattered every frat boy’s face.

“do you need a ride? can take you anywhere you need to go, baby girl, my car’s right there”

he tilted his head towards the college parking lot and you smiled politely, but your brows were frowned, and you mentally cringed a little bit — gosh, how could girls your age find boys his age attractive?

“no thank you, im actually waiting for someone,” you replied kindly, not having it in you to be straightforwardly blunt, “thank you though, I-“

“but you’re here waiting all alone, feel bad gorgeous,” he flashed you a grin, and you only shook your head, finding him almost entertaining — they all had the same look, the same behavior that exuded the desire to impress, thinking any girl would automatically like them.

“come on, just call them and tell them you’re being picked up,” his attempts, while harmless, aren't quite hitting the mark, he clearly cant read a girl’s body language, and you almost offered to teach him how to really act with a lady if he wanted to impress one,

“my daddy’s almost here, sorry” you squeezed your shoulders cutely together, hoping he’d get the idea and catch on your disinterest, but he was undeterred, didn’t seem bothered the slightest,

“well, then tell your father I’ll get you home safe and sound,” his voice trailed off, eyes slowly turning up to stare at something behind you, but you didn’t have time to turn,

you felt an arm wrapping around your lower back, and a large, warm hand tugged you by the hip, drawing you back against a hard, solid chest — the strong scent of tobacco and whiskey tickled your memory, and you looked upwards, finding John, standing right beside you, pressing you against him.

“hey, doll” he squeezed your hip in a silent greeting, eyes solely focused on the guy who’d been speaking to you — there was no menace behind them, only a serious, intimidating gaze that would’ve had anyone back down “m’ here, ready to go?” you felt your whole body turn into flames, cheeks completely red and bright, a rush of shyness making your heartbeat increase — you were in public, outdoors, and no one knew about your relationship.

you opened your mouth to say something, but he only pulled you closer to him, turning you towards him to face him, and lowered his head, crashing his mouth against yours to plant a heavy, demanding kiss on your lips — his kiss was rough, steady, and even though you were the physical one, always eager to display love and affection physically, even in public, you were completely surprised by his action, taken aback.

when he pulled back, he straightened his back, subtly changing his posture — broad shoulders, squared and straight, head held high, arrogantly, exuding unwavering, quiet confidence.

he looked so scary, all buff, muscular and bulk, with his huge, tall body and thick, dark, graying beard — he looked like the most attractive dilf you’d ever see around, a mountain bear that screamed adulthood in the most authoritative way.

oh gosh, and he’d just kissed you in front of that boy, nonchalantly, like he absolutely did not mind about scaring him off.

“aight, give me that,” he gently took your backpack from your shoulder, throwing it over his, all flowery and with tiny keychains jingling at the motion. “let’s go sweetheart,”

you, standing with your heart beating fast, only turned towards that guy — poor him, he looked scared, shoulders low and grin gone, the sight of john must’ve reminded him what real adults looked like.

“uhm, bye then,” you waved at him, giving him an apologetic smile, and tucked your arm around john’s bicep, walking next to him towards his car. his car — that vintage, old fashioned looking car, some students watched from afar as he opened the passenger door for you, letting you sit down before strolling confidently around the car and getting into the driver side.

you sat there, like a little, shy, blushing, hands tucked on your lap, playing with the sleeves of your shirt, “can we put music on, sir?”

“im your personal driver, bunny, do as you please”

you bit down a little smile that formed on you lips, still shy and timid, but turned towards him and leaned closer, planting a soft, loud kiss on his mustache, like you always did

“thank you, daddy”

“you should thank me I didn’t scare that kid off with my rifle, doll, I put men in jail, can’t end up in one”

[moonlightdawn1102]

'You're Perfect To Me'

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1244

Warnings: N/A

To anyone outside of your friendship group, you and Bucky would never work as a couple. You were sweet and shy and owned a popular bakery on the East side of town while Bucky was tattooed from head to toe and part of the Achlys MC who ran the West side of town. You were complete opposites but worked perfectly together, it was true what they say about opposites attracting. Bucky was everything you could possibly want in a man despite his rough exterior. 

The day you met would forever be ingrained into your brain. You’d been in a bar and dancing with friends when some creep had started hitting on you. You’d made your disgust obvious but he still wouldn’t leave you alone. He had grabbed your wrist when you tried to walk away but never got the chance to do anything else because he’d been knocked out with a solid punch to the head. Your eyes had widened at the tall, brunette, tattooed man now standing in front of you. Bucky had just given you a charming smile, “You alright sweetheart?” he’d asked. Immediately you were smitten with the handsome biker. 

Now you’d been together for two years and it had been the happiest two years of your life. 

Lately though things had changed and Bucky had been spending more time at the clubhouse. You didn’t want to be the nagging girlfriend or to seem needy so you’d just kept silent over his constant absences. Tonight you’d reached your breaking point, he was supposed to meet you at a local restaurant for date night but had never turned up. You’d sat there alone for well over two hours waiting for him. You were so angry and upset even more so when he wouldn’t answer your calls after you left the restaurant. You get in a cab and give the address for the clubhouse to the driver.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled up outside the clubhouse. You say a soft thank you to the cab driver and step outside into the cold air. You rub your arms to try and warm yourself before hurrying across the gravel towards the door. Sam was standing by the door and let his eyes trail over you, “You alright sweetcheeks? Are you looking for Buck? Unless you dressed like that to come and see me” he says with a playful wink. You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that comes to your face, “In your dreams Sam. Is he here?” you ask gently. He laughs and nods his head while stepping to the side to let you inside the building. 

You step inside of the clubhouse and look around for Bucky. You couldn’t find him anywhere but you did spot Steve so you went over to ask him where Bucky had gone. He smiles when he sees you and hugs you gently, “Hey Y/N. You look beautiful. Buck just went into the back to grab some more beers for the bar” he says softly. You smile and blush slightly, “Thanks Stevie” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You go over to the door that leads into the back part of the clubhouse, you push it open and head towards the storage room at the end of the hallway.

Once you get there you open the door expecting to see Bucky grabbing some crates of beer, but instead you’re met with some blonde bimbo pressing herself up against him. You felt your heart drop and you swallow thickly trying to keep the tears at bay, “Bu..Bucky?” you say quietly. His head immediately darts towards the door, “Baby?” he says in slight surprise. The blonde hanging off him giggles and looks over at you, “Who’s that babe? She’s not one of your hookups is she? Well, I mean even if she was, you've clearly upgraded. Just look how fat she looks in that dress” the woman cackles. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling at that point and quickly rushed out of the building bypassing Steve and Sam who both tried to talk to you.

“Baby! Stop, please. It’s not what it looked like. I swear!” Bucky shouts as he chases you out of the clubhouse and into the night. You shake your head and wipe your eyes, “I don’t want to hear it Bucky. If I wasn’t good enough for you anymore, you could have just told me. You didn’t have to leave me alone in a restaurant for two hours so you could hook up with some bimbo” you snap. Bucky shakes his head and grabs your hands gently to stop you from walking away, “No..No..Baby, listen to me. I’ve never touched her. She’s just some whore that Tony slept with one time. And now she won’t stop pestering everyone in the club. Ask Sam or Steve. Hell, even ask Tony. I could never cheat on you. I’m in love with you. Sweetheart, you’re perfect to me” he says firmly.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the firm declaration of love, “That doesn’t explain why you’ve been so absent lately. Or why you stood me up tonight” you say quietly. Bucky sighs gently, “I know baby. And I’m so sorry about that. Things with the club have just been really tense. We..We nearly lost someone. You remember Clint that you met at that New Year party? Someone shot him and left him on the side of the road to die. Since then it’s been all hands on deck” he says truthfully. Your heart sinks and you gasp softly, “Oh my god that’s awful! Why didn’t you tell me?” you exclaim. Bucky shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you. I don’t want the darker parts of my life to taint the goodness in you” he says softly.

A small smile comes to your face and you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “You’re a good man Bucky Barnes. But you don’t need to protect me. I know what your life involves. I just want to be here for you. It’s us against the world, remember?” you say softly. He chuckles gently, “Yeah, I remember baby. I’ll start being more honest with you from now on. And I promise that I won’t stand you up ever again” he says while raising your chin with his fingers to press a passionate kiss to your lips. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he whispers against your lips. You smirk slightly, “Partly, I think you need to take me home and really show me how sorry you are” you say seductively. 

Bucky grins and pulls away from you, “You don’t need to tell me twice. One night of makeup sex incoming” he says before picking you up and placing you on the back of his bike. You giggle softly and he grabs your helmet, he puts it on your head and double checks that it’s fastened securely before putting his own on and kicking the bike into gear. “Hold on tight baby, I’ll get us home in record time and make sure to spend the rest of the night showing you how sorry I am” he says softly. You smile brightly, “Promise?” you ask. He revs the bike and nods his head, “I promise baby” he confirms before speeding out of the clubhouse parking lot.

[blushingbubbles]

Saw your post about wanting to write and thought I’d send a setting and let your mind run wild and share with us what you come up with.

The setting is a free use city. Everyone is of legal age and clean. Anyone wearing a collar is free use to anyone. Any man/woman could take you at any time. Waiting in line for food and the man behind you starts fingering you. At the register a free use woman is being fucked by the manager while you give your order. When you get on the bus, the driver grabs you to suck his cock while he drives and doesn’t let you go when your stop comes up. Your home has no locks and men can come and go in the night as they please.

How do you see a day living like this going?

first of all, thank you for giving the addendumn that everyone is clean and legal 🥰

this is a free use society marked by color-coded collars -- green for newbies (which are observers ONLY), blue for novices (who can be used ONLY by other novices and are also MENTORED by silves), and silvers (to be used by EVERYONE).

also cameramen take shifts night & day to film the sex happening in the city. they stream it all live, and people across the world can subscribe to see it. the subscription prices cover every civilian's taxes because im sick of paying mine lol

and i added a little tech in here too for like an extra layer of consent bc extra consent is extra sexy

this is SO FREAKING LONG SORRY NOT SORRY

It's 1:30 in the morning when the collar vibrates for the first time. The movement isn't enough to completely wake me. By now, I've gotten used to the sensation, the shifting coolness against my skin.

Someone's reserved me -- likely Charlie, the bartender in the apartment just above mine.

But it's only likely. I won't know for sure until they arrive.

The collar vibrates again at 1:40, and my eyes flicker open. If I really wanted to, I could disable the vibrations. If I really really wanted to, like some of my friends, I could take the collar off at night.

The system would label me "offline," my door would automatically lock, and I wouldn't be woken at 1:30 in the morning. But by this point it's a habit to keep it on.

The collar vibrates again, a third and final time, and my front door opens.

Charlie calls my name through the apartment. When I dont answer, he wanders the hall to my bedroom. His belt is already off. I wave at him from the pile of blankets.

"Hi."

He smiles, his belt hits the floor, and he unbuttons his dark jeans. "Thought for sure you'd be asleep."

I yawn and stretch, pointing to the silver collar winking in the light. "It woke me up. Do you want me to be asleep?"

His shirt went next. Then his boxers.

"No, but if I woke you up and you knew it was me without opening your eyes, it'd be hot as fuck."

"I'd always know," I admit. He grins and attempts to untangle my legs from the blankets. "You smell like whiskey. Like...all the time."

"That bad?"

"After leaving the bar? It's a dead giveaway."

When my legs are free, he rolls me onto my side. The little purple numbers on the nightstand clock glow back at me.

My back presses flush against his chest, and despite me lifting my leg for easier access, I feel myself on the verge of another yawn.

He kneads my tits and groans in my ear, "Fuckin' missed these."

Half a moment later, he slips inside me, and we both gasp.

The clock reads 1:59.

--

Sundays are my favorite day of the week. After changing my sheets and tidying my apartment, I stick an arm out the window to test the temperature.

On the street below, a woman moans. From the fire escape, I can see them both. The man kneeling before her wears a silver collar resembling my own, and she's grasping on the wall behind her, her chin tipped up. Next to them a man wearing a black vest films. It's Sam, this side of the city's morning videographer.

I get coffee with my friend Ash and we sit outside, enjoying the spring breeze. They play with their collar -- blue now instead of green.

"So I stayed online yesterday," they admit, and I gasp.

"How was it? Did you get any visitors?"

"Last night."

I squeal, tapping my feet on the pavement.

"Just the one! No more."

"No that's perfect, I'm glad," I say, taking another sip of my tea. "I know it might be frustrating, but it's better than being thrown in the deep end."

Until three days ago, Ash's collar and status was green: observer. The blue one signifies something else, a step further into the community. Now, they're free to service three other blue-statuses per day.

My next words halt at an approaching shadow.

"Good morning," Ash smiles.

"Morning," he says. He takes in both of our collars before nodding pointedly at me, and I stand from my chair.

He unzips his pants as he sits down. Toward me, he points at the ground. Two green collars sitting to my left turn to look.

Ash props their face in their hand while my knees meet the pavement. The stranger tugs the front of my dress down until my tits spring free.

"Better," he sighs, and I smile.

My hand secures around his length and I begin to stroke his hardening cock. He glances at Ash.

"How much longer do you have to go for silver?"

I draw him closer to my lips. Saliva pools in my mouth, coating my tongue, and I draw half of his length in. More saliva spills out, and I use it to work the base of his shaft.

"I just changed over three days ago, so about a month."

I hollow my cheeks and rise before taking him deeper. He grunts, his hand reaching for my hair.

"This your first training session?"

"No," Ash laughed. "She took me out on Friday. We went to Cobalt."

I remember the night and resist a smile, taking his cock to the back of my throat.

"Cobalt's--" he stumbles over his words. "--P--erfect."

"We had a lot of fun."

I brush a knuckle softly over the the underside of his shaft, and his breath hitches. "I'll bet."

"She's a very thorough teacher."

He breaches the back of my throat and stops speaking entirely. When the wind picks up, he pulls my hair from my face. Ash adjusts their chair, peering over the table at me.

My eyes flick up to meet his own, and his orgasm takes both of us by surprise. Startled, I gag on his cum, and some slips from my mouth. My tongue darts out to catch it before it seeps into his pants.

"Very thorough teacher," he agrees. For the next minute I clean him of my spit before tucking him back into his pants. He helps me stand from the pavement and brushes the pebbles embedded in my knees.

Before departing, he squeezes each of my still-exposed tits. "Keep these out today."

I take the seat he just vacated and grin at the green collars sitting nearby.

"Hi."

I could write forever abt this but this has gone on so so so long lmk if u want another part 🫠

[kleinesmanuskript]

Imagine studying at the same college with Mhin

modern AU

⋆.˚✮✮˚.⋆

⟢ Coming across each other only during breaks because you both study at different faculties. Mhin once thought about transferring into your group, and they would gladly do that but unfortunately your professions differ drastically. 

⟢ Noticing each other from far corners of the hall and nodding; some kind of succinct gesture, bearing the meaning of mutual greeting and silent way of conveying “sure, we are tired but fuck it, we ball”. 

⟢ Marking the way their frown and discontent on their face is gradually replaced by a soft smile as they approach you. 

⟢ Quickly reaching the nearest coffee shop during said breaks, but only for your sake. Mhin is not a big fan of take-outs, but they won’t cease the opportunity to spare you a moment while waiting for your order and briefly talking about everything that happened over the period of your short “parting”, caused by curriculum and different class/lecture-rooms. 

⟢ Suggesting that you both take aesthetically pleasing notes to add some colours to your routine; writing out ornate letters with brush pens, decorating pages with cute stickers and vivid patterns. But failing the attempt as Mhin prefers comfort and practicality (the most they can do is using pens of different colours and highlighting topics from time to time). They are convinced that all this ✨study aesthetic✨ doesn’t suit them at all and there are two reasons why – firstly, the nature of their specialisation, and secondly, the insane amount of shortened words and strikethroughs in their notes (also add here the margins of their notebooks filled with neurotic scribbles, little crosses that are outlined numerous times, doodles and tiny rough sketches). As they say, usage of cute stationery won’t help them at all, let alone enhancing their notes. “It will eventually cause even more mess”. 

⟢ Constantly checking each other’s class schedule and receiving messages from them like “are you done yet”, “where are you”, “should i wait for you” as well sending those to them yourself (but knowing that you’ll both wait until one of you finishes classes no matter how long it takes). 

⟢ Hastily walking under streetlights, barely hearing each other over the noise of the street and crowd, and agreeing on “these people are so weird and stupid, thanks god we are normal”. Listening to their complaints and subconsciously adorning the way snow flickers on their silver hair, bleached strands sticking out from the hood. And how amusing are their attempts to hide themselves from biting cold when they bury their lips and nose in the collar of their jacket. 

⟢ Standing in a crowded bus and exchanging meaningful looks with them, discussing the environment solely with glances – driver’s rudeness, someone’s pungent cologne, a deliberately loud conversation, contents of a stranger’s phone—“damn, we shouldn’t have looked at his screen, gross!” 

⟢ Helping each other with homework by mere presence; finishing your own tasks while lying on their bed and listening to the rustle of pages as Mhin sits at the desk and thoughtfully writes something. Heavy darkness of a late evening changes the bluish hues, and radiance from a table lamp, blanketing Mhin’s silhouette and reflecting in the window, feels undeniably warm and cozy. 

⟢ Getting advice from them on how to cope with exam stress along with a list of light herbal sedatives which can help in dealing with anxiety. Definitely will explain their effects in detail and respond to your “professional deformation, huh?” with a sarcastic chuckle.  

⟢ Trying to get to know them better; it is genuinely hard to lure anything out of them—though if you listen to them carefully, you may effortlessly catch some trivias about them or their interests. So in brief moments of silence—or when they read something attentively on the laptop, biting their lips—you look around their room and its sparse decor. Remember, Mhin advocates for practicality, it’s only natural that their books are placed in perfect order on the table and shelves, no posters on the walls (if you don’t count prints from anatomical atlases as ones), and there is a cute cat-shaped lamp on their nightstand, illuminating soft glow. 

⟢ Accepting their offer to walk you home when it gets too late and dark. Hugging them goodbye when you get to your place and watching them till they disappear into the darkness of the winter night. Tomorrow awaits another day and new attempts to get closer to this whimsical lil’ fella, who is seemingly the only one worth knowing in the asylum you have to call your college. 

[that-punk-adam]

This is not at all a new take on life here in the US of A however I feel as though I will peel my skin off if I don’t say it;

People are seeing death as a valid option to the current state of the world + the future and now I am fully understanding why.

There is no more ‘village’. There are no reliable social safety nets installed that are realistic or easy to access. You H A V E to drive EVERYWHERE if you’re even able to drive. If your area has a bus it has to fight on the road with every other driver. To get 9 miles away from point A to B takes 2 hour out of your day. No one is hiring or they are paying minimum wages for you to run their whole circus operation damn near by yourself. Average 1 bedroom apartments are $1.1k a month for 500 sqf and if you SOMEHOW get a roommate and get them to agree to split rent and utilities then y’all are going to battle for personal space. A 2 bed is out of the question bc there is no way in hell that you can save anything if you are spending more then half of your wages on rent. You want to go out and have a sense of what it means to be fulfilled as a human? Don’t even dream about it, you have your bills coming up.

Get a second or 3rd job? Wait… you were able to find one? They didn’t ghost? Lucky you; now you are better off & you can now sleep knowing that the 2nd job will be able to pay for the gas ($3+/gal), insurance (3X what it used to be but still making you open up ur wallet before they step in), and your car note! (Wayyy too much for a used).

What is fun? What are get togethers? What is a ‘cheap meal’? What’s a bucket list? What’s a vacation? What’s a hobby? Wait, you can afford to replace items and not get anxiety over it? You can afford more then an arm full of groceries?? Will you be able to retire by the time you’re 60 with enough money in the bank to not just exist, but to do the things you’ve always wanted to do during those working decades? What will elder and death care look like? Will your children be able to not live in poverty?

We as young people are seeing death as a valid option because we know we will NEVER see an adult life like those before us prior to the 90’s. Starting a family or adding on to your family will put you in poverty. Buying a house if you’re fortunate enough will put you in poverty. Renting will put you in poverty. Working more jobs will put you in poverty. Having a car will put you into poverty, not having one will keep you from ever getting one. We will just work and work to never ever have anything to show for it. This is not the lifestyle that I’d doom more life to do for the rest of their lives. Something’s gotta change sooner rather then later and it’s gotta be grass roots. We have to be willing to break some rules to get to where we need to be.

Things. Must. Change.

[sgiandubh]

Calling all Landcon 7 shippers

Landcon is happening April 26 -27, 2025 : that is, of course a full week-end for us. But many will be coming to Paris earlier and/or leaving later, so here is the deal:

As you all know, I thought a nice, no frills International Shipper Dinner would be a great idea to meet, hug and celebrate. Now I know there is also that (rather expensive) cosplay ultra secret dinner with the cast, but I doubt all of us will book it, for many reasons. A nice pizza joint near our hotels has been mentioned and I think it could be fun and very easy to organize - if you have any other venue in mind, please mention it in the comments and we will decide together.

At the same time, I wanted to honor both this whole experience and our shipper community, so I felt something more could be done, if we all agree to it. Paris has been home to me for a long while and I am (also) a historian with a deep passion for and knowledge of the Eighteenth century. A 'Dragonfly in Amber' tour of Paris would have been a bit too much to digest, however, and difficult to organize. But I think a half day tour of Versailles is manageable and could be both enriching and fun.

So, if you remember this...

... wouldn't you like to visit the place where it 'happened', along with the faint echoes of all that gossip and intrigue, at the court of Louis XV?

If so, let me guide you around, informally and for free. That means if we decide to go for it, we could equally split the cost of a roundtrip transfer and perhaps even book entry tickets at a group price. The more being the merrier, I think renting a van with driver is achievable and not too expensive. I will do the talk, in full transparency. We will discuss all the offers together and settle for the best one. I will never ask you for anything else: this is not how I work and this is my way to thank you.

The reason I am proposing to rent a van is obvious: it is easier to coordinate the group and it takes less time, as there is no direct public transport link between Courbevoie and Versailles:

It would take us at least one hour/leg, with quite some walking and it will require us to change two trams and (perhaps) one bus also, depending on traffic. However, if you decide this is something achievable, why not?

To make this very clear, I compared the prices for a round trip with a rented vehicle (different types, depending of how many of us would join the group). The company is randomly picked on Google, it's the first offer that I could see online, without waiting for an email:

So a round trip with van and driver could cost anywhere from 108 euros/pax to 19 euros/pax (unrealistic, perhaps, as we would have to be 59 for that). Again: the more, the merrier.

Using the public transportation network is, indeed, less expensive, as a Navigo Day Ticket (unlimited trips on the entire network) will cost 20.60 euros:

Whichever we choose, I am fine with it and happy to help everyone.

This poll will help us decide quickly and effectively, together:

This poll will remain open for one week and I will pin it to my page to make it more visible. When it will be closed, we will decide together. I am not forcing anything, nor selling anything. I will simply be over the moon, at any rate and cannot wait to meet all of you.

If you think it's interesting, kindly share this poll. Thank you all!

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; you ride a bike

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, & quackity

warnings ; language

I love passenger princessing my mom on her trike so here's this

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he's absolutely mortified to get on the back with you at first

you convince him to just ride him around the neighborhood nice and slow and he over time gets used to it because you suggest going short distances on it rather than taking a bus and stuff

he grows on it though

his helmet has some stickers on it, one literally says tommyinnit.store in bold font 💀💀💀

either holds on the sidebars thatre there for him to hold or around your waist

he finds the wind against him therapeutic

the butterflies when you turn around and ask if he's okay, especially when it's dark and cold

constantly snapping jack, freddie & tubbo pictures of him on your bike/riding around with you/where you go

posts a lot of pictures on his Instagram

most of them are you & the scenery

"do you wanna learn how to drive a bike?"

"no???"

he unironically loves shouting at shit drivers who cut you off or try to get you killed

"WATCH IT ASSHOLE! YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED, USE A BLINKER NEXT TIME!"

loves going over bridges

if he has somewhere to be after a ride, he'll gladly show up with his hair a mess and ass hurting since you need to put a few more pounds of air in his seat LMAO

"okay, so-"

"Tommy, why are you limping?"

RANBOO

he's 50/50 on being scared and wanting to get on with you

they man up and just do it after lots of reassuring

so many pictures lmao

litters his helmet with stickers and white marker doodles

has a sticker of the boober particle + one that just says ranboo.fashion in comic sans

he finds the air against him very therapeutic

loves going down backroads and finding new restaurants

always taking pictures, mostly of you

loves wearing his R800 jacket cause it keeps him warm + free promo

makes "I'll jump off rn" jokes

likes spreading his arms out like an eagle and will yell over the engine LMAO

loves bumps even though they'll hurt immediately after

FREDDIE BADLINU

you ask if he wants to come and he shrugs with a yeah

his first ride was at night so he got to enjoy all the lights and night life

takes a bunch of pictures and videos and sends them to Bill or Tommy

changes his insta bio to "my biker partners passenger prince" + bonus points if that's how he softlaunches your relationship

convinces you to go through a drive thru

eating lunch in the sun was a 10/10, will do it again

takes some cute pictures at stops/lights where he's leaning onto you a bit and he holds the phone in front of you to get both of you

wears dumbass hoodies/jackets w the dumb shit on the back to make ppl look at him weird or smile a bit

he'll show up to Tommy's live show (part of the bit) with messy hair and come on stage and tommy will look at him confused

Freddie asks him what's wrong and tommy just points and circles around his hair and the crowd laughs

"I was with my partner"

cue the laughing

"wait what?" Tommy laughs

"we were riding around the city before we got here, sorry"

NIKI NIHACHU

she thinks it's so cool, trust me

but like Tommy, she's very nervous to get on at first

you take her for a little ride around a parking lot and she's like "Okay I liked that let's actually go now"

her helmet has all sorts of stickers on it, but they're placed to look cool

there's a snake hide looking one down the middle and some cool patterned ones on the sides

she loves the wind in her hair and the feeling of being free

loves taking pictures of the scenery and even using you as a model

loves posting those pictures online for her fans to see

her editor fans always edit the pictures you two take together when you're out and about and whatnot it's so cool

you custom made her a leather jacket that fit her aesthetic

and she's super attached to it

she'll change her insta bio to "that one biker chicks girlfriend" LMAO

she spoils you like you're the one with the large social media platform its adorable

ALEX QUACKITY

"SINCE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU RIDE A BIKE???"

he thinks it's really badass tho

he'll gladly jump on with you

he's honestly scared after getting on but loses the fear pretty quickly

lovesss holding his arms out like a bird it's so fun to him

constantly asking you to tighten his helmet LMFAO

he finds it really entertaining in general

although if he's not wearing a full face covering helmet and wearing one of the head covering ones, you'll have to listen to his wailing later

his hair isn't long enough to completely pull back and the wind obviously tangles it up bad

so you gotta sit him down and try and carefully like de-matte his hair

he loves taking pictures and posting them tho, especially ones of you LMAO

sometimes he'll go the extra mile to give it a corny caption too

you change his insta bio to "passenger prince of the year"

always feels a little special and giggly when you ask if he's okay, especially when it's getting darker and much colder

"I told you to just wear the-"

"I know! please just do it for me! it hurts!"

"either grow your hair out or wear the other, lex"

[hendersister]

cruel summer

summary: steve gives you a ride home after a late night working at the mall.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: cruel summer by bananarama

It’s summertime. While most of your friends are spending the season outside and relaxing under the sun, you’re stuck working inside all day at Starcourt Mall. You got a job at Waldenbooks because you’re trying to save up money to buy a car. You’re about to enter your senior year at Hawkins High and you want to be able to drive yourself to school instead of bumming rides off of friends.

At least you’re not completely alone at the mall. Steve Harrington works at Scoops Ahoy, which isn’t too far from Waldenbooks. Sometimes when things are slow at the bookstore, you go down to the ice cream parlor to hang out with Steve. 

You became friends with Steve last fall around the same time that your little brother, Dustin, started bonding with him. But you think that working at the mall has really brought you and Steve closer together. Over the past few weeks, you two have been seeing each other on a daily basis. Steve’s face lights up every time he sees you walk into Scoops Ahoy and it always makes your day when Steve visits you at Waldenbooks. You and Steve genuinely enjoy spending time together. 

Whenever you’re both working late, Steve offers to give you a ride home. The last bus always leaves as soon as the mall closes and most of the time you need to stay later. Tonight is one of those nights. You’re working OT, re-organizing a bookshelf after some kids moved several titles around, and Steve has to stay late waiting for a shipment. The delivery driver is running way behind schedule.

By the time you finish work, the mall is closed. You go downstairs to Scoops Ahoy. Just as you arrive, you see Steve walking out of the ice cream parlor. 

“You ready to go?” he asks you.

“Yeah,” you nod.

You watch him pull down the security gate and lock it. Then you two make your way to the exit. No one else is around and most of the lights are off except for the big neon signs outside of the stores. You love it when the mall is closed because it's so quiet and calm.

“You know, I think I prefer the mall like this,” you say.

“Me too,” Steve agrees.

You and Steve walk together across an almost empty parking lot until you reach his red BMW. He gets in the driver’s seat and you sit shotgun. You keep your eyes on the rearview mirror, watching Starcourt getting smaller and smaller as Steve drives away.

“I feel like I need to enjoy this time alone with you while I still can. Because when Dustin gets back from camp, you’re gonna want to spend all your time with him insead,” you joke.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head.

“That’s not true. I’ll still wanna hang out with you too...”

You look down at your lap, hoping Steve doesn’t see you blush.

“Truth is, hanging out with you these past few weeks has been the best part of my job. Scoops Ahoy totally sucks! The only reason I have this stupid job in the first place is because I couldn’t even get into Tech and my douchebag dad’s trying to teach me a lesson. I make like $3 an hour slinging ice cream and I have no future…” Steve vents.

You shake your head.

“Don’t say that! You have a future,” you try.

“I just don’t want to be stuck in Hawkins forever…” Steve shrugs.

You take a deep breath.

“Steve, I get it… Honestly I think part of me wants a car so badly because I’m afraid I’ll never get out of Hawkins. That car is like my last ditch exit plan. I don’t want to be stuck here either,” you quietly admit.

Steve sighs, understanding. It’s comfortably quiet for a moment. And then-

“I forget about all that shit when I'm with you though…” Steve says.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning ear to ear. Steve looks at you and sees you blushing. You couldn’t hide it from him this time. You shyly smile back him and then change the subject-

“You should lose the sailor’s hat. It’s hiding your best feature,” you suggest.

Steve nods in agreement.

“Yeah, I know! It completely screws up my game. But I have to wear it… company policy,” he complains.

You slowly reach towards Steve.

“Well you’re off the clock now-”

You take the hat off Steve's head and toss it in the back seat.

“Much better,” you smile.

Steve smiles back at you. You look into each other’s eyes. You both feel the electricity in this moment. After a beat, Steve turns his focus back to the road. The car is approaching your street.

“Ok so I’ll just turn right and take you home…. Or I could keep going straight and then we’ll just be driving around town for a while,” Steve tells you.

Steve is having a good time. He doesn’t want this night to end. And neither do you.

“Keep going straight,” you nod.

[808airsoftbros]

Tight Pants (Yunjin) (S) (BXG)

Author: From now on (S) means SMUT. Hope you enjoy the story😉

Y/N’s POV

It was a clear, sunny, and beautiful day to be out walking with your best friend at the park. Yunjin was always so busy with her Idol life leaving her with little to no free time on her hands especially since she’s been busy with her group’s new song “Unforgiven”. But yeah, it’s always nice to spend what little time we have with each other. 

At least that’s what it was supposed to be... 

Instead of a sunny day, it was pouring out of nowhere, thankfully, Yunjin had an umbrella but unlucky me I forgot mine at home since I never thought I was going to need it and her umbrella was too small to shield us from the rain. 

In no time, my entire outfit was soaked, and my feet never felt any more miserable as it felt like I stepped into the ocean with my shoe. 

“Oh my God, Y/N you’re soaked! Come on, let’s go to my dorm, it’s a lot closer than your apartment!” She suggested. 

“A-Are you sure, you’re members won’t be there?” I asked. 

“No, they’re out hanging out with their friends or shopping at the mall! 

Now come on, let’s go before you catch a cold!” She answered before grabbing my arm. 

Running with haste, we quickly went get out of the park and take shelter at the bus stop. 

Yunjin calls in a cab as her manager is on break, when the cab arrives, we hopped inside the back seat and directed the driver to her dorm. 

Throughout the ride, Yunjin wraps around the towel we used for our picnic around me to keep me warm and prevent the seats from getting wet. 

Once we arrived at her dorm, we paid the driver, get out of the car, and quickly go inside the dormitory building. 

As we enter the building we go into the elevator, press the second floor button, and the elevator takes us to the next floor. 

Once the metal doors opened, we walked into the corridor with Yunjin guiding me until we reached her dorm. 

She unlocks the door using a keycard before signaling me to go in first, and I followed her instructions as she followed suit. 

The door automatically shuts and the lights instantly turned on in the living room as the heater warms up the room. 

“Stay here, I’ll get you some warm clothes,” She instructed. 

“Wait, am I even going to fit into them?” I asked and she giggled.

“Don’t worry, Y/N, they’ll fit you just fine~,” She assured before winking at me causing me to blush. 

Shaking my head, Yunjin goes upstairs to fetch me a spare change of clothes as I patiently wait for her to return. 

About five minutes later, she comes downstairs with a pair of neatly folded pajamas. 

“T-Thank you, Noona...” I softly replied as I was shivering. 

“Anything for my best friend,” She said and I nodded. 

Yeah... Best friend... One thing, I forgot to mention is that I have liked- no loved her for a very long time. 

Sadly, it doesn’t appear that she’s aware of it as she’s too busy with her work life and I only assume she doesn’t feel the same way as I do. 

Anyway, not much I can do about it, I walked up the stairs to the bathroom, placed the change of clothes on the sink counter, undressed myself, and step inside the shower. 

Shutting the glass door, I turned the faucet to warm water, soaking myself before rubbing soap on my body.

Looking to see what body wash and shampoo I could use, there was a wide variety which isn’t surprising considering they take good care of their bodies. 

“Crap... Which one should I use? I don’t want to make Noona’s bandmates angry...” I asked myself as I contemplated my decisions. 

“You can use that head shoulders and the dove body wash right there!” I hear a voice pointed out. 

“Oh, why thank you-” I was about to say until I realized that someone was inside the bathroom with me. 

Looking out the glass to see who that voice came from, it was of course Yunjin causing me to jump, nearly slip because of the slippery tiles, and cover my dick. 

“What the fuck?! How long were you here?!” I shockingly asked and she giggled. 

“Hehehe~. As I said, you can use the head and shoulders and the dove body wash, that’s mine but you can use them for today, and to answer your question, only for a few minutes.” She explained and I deeply sighed.

“Thanks, Noona... But can I please have some privacy?” I asked and she smirked. 

“Nah, I think I’ll stay besides you’ve got a nice body~. When did you start working out~?” She playfully asked me and I shook my head.

“Just get out please...” I replied.

“Whatever you say, Y/N boo boo~,” She said before leaving the bathroom making me sigh in relief. 

Jeez, what is with this woman? She was never like this before... Yunjin was kind, cute, and most importantly innocent. 

Anyway, once I finished taking my shower, I dried myself using the towel hanging on the rack and put on the clothes that Yunjin provided me. 

Unfortunately, they were pretty damn tight exposing my abs a little but what really sucked is that it revealed my bulge. 

“Well, it’s only for one night... Besides what’s the worse that can happen?” I said to myself. 

Getting out of the bathroom, I placed the wet clothes in the laundry bin as Yunjin instructed and go downstairs. 

“Ah, I see you finished cleaning up, how do you feel?” She asked. 

“I feel much better, Noona, thank you for letting me use the shower,” I replied and she smiled.

“It’s nothing, come, sit with me, I wanna watch binge-watch Netflix!” She said as she patted on the couch. 

Sitting on the couch next to her, she turns on the TV, sets the channel to the Netflix app, and plays a random Kdrama movie. 

The drama was just like any other typical romantic genre but there were some funny scenes that we laughed at. 

However, there was one spicy scene where the actor and actress had sex as they kissed like it was the last thing they’d do on this planet. 

It didn’t help that the fact my friend down there is having a mind of its own, meaning that I’m getting a massive boner and the tight pants makes it quite obvious. 

Taking the pillow and blanket beside me, I covered it up and Yunjin to hopefully focus her attention on the movie rather than my big ass knob. 

Just as I thought I dodged a bullet, Yunjin suddenly places her hand on my thigh and it was dangerously close to my cock making me anxious and worried. 

“Shit...” I said in my mind as I prayed she doesn’t discover my boner.

“Is everything okay, Y/N, your face is so red and you're even sweating, do you have a fever?” She asked as she places her hand on my forehead. 

“Uhhh... Yeah, I’m totally fine, it’s just that scene makes me nervous, that’s all,” I lied. 

“Ah, I see, I’ll skip it then,” She replied and I sighed in relief. 

Seeing that I dodged yet another close one, I was proven wrong again as she wrapped around my cock. 

“Huh? What’s this?” She wondered as she slightly tightened her grip making me cringe. 

“What is it?” I nervously asked as the boner and the tight pants is making me feel uncomfortable. 

“I don’t know, hold on, I’m taking off the blanket,” She replied and my eyes widened. 

“N-No, I’ll get cold,” I pointed out and she raised an eyebrow. 

“Don’t worry, you big baby, I’ll only take a glance,” She assured. 

Fuck... I’m doomed... 

Yunjin removes the blanket, takes a glance to figure out what she was gripping onto earlier, and notices my big bulge. 

“Y-Y/N...” She said as her eyes widened at the sight of my boner. 

“U-Uhm... I like to stuff Japanese cucumbers into my pants, yeah! It’s a hobby of mine!” I lied. 

“Japanese cucumbers...?” She asked and I nodded. 

“Baby, do I look stupid to you? This is your dick, now be honest, is it frustrating and uncomfortable to have this under your pants?” She asked and I sighed before nodding. 

“S-Sorry, Noona, this is so embarrassing, I’ll take care of it!” I replied before getting up from the couch.

Right when I was about to get up, she pins me back down and straddles onto my lap. 

“There’s no need to be ashamed, baby, we all get horny sometimes, even me, and right now, I’m soaking wet just looking at your huge cock, and not only that, there’s something else I wanted to confess.” She explained.

“W-What is it?” I nervously asked and she smirked. 

“I’ve loved you for so long but you’re too dense to see it and I know you love me too, so how about I help you out with this tight situation as your girlfriend, what do you say~?” She offered and I gulped. 

“O-Of course, Noona, I’d love to be your boyfriend,” I answered and she smiled. 

“Good boy~,” She replied before getting off the couch and onto her knees.

Slowly, she lowered my pants along with my underwear revealing my nine-inch cock making her drool and stare. 

“God, you’re so huge, and you’ve been hiding this from me the whole time but now I get to have it all to myself~,” She said as she jerked me off. 

“Mmmmmm~.” I moaned. 

“Do you like this baby boy~? Let me lubricate you first~,” She said before taking my length into her mouth.

Welcoming the warm feeling around my shaft, she could barely reach the base without it hitting the back of her throat. 

“God Jen, it feels so fucking good~,” I moaned. 

Meeting her gaze, I could see the sheer lust and love in her eyes turning me on even more as she kept bobbing her head up and down. 

After a few moments, she takes my dick out of her mouth, undresses her tank top, shorts, and undergarments showing off her nude body. 

Not wasting anytime, I picked her up, went upstairs to her room, placing her onto the bed before hungrily sucking her tits. 

“Yes baby just like that, mark my tits, they’re all yours~,” She said before loudly moaning. 

Afterward, I take off my shirt revealing my three abs, Yunjin slowly traces the lines and couldn’t take her eyes off of it. 

“Since when did you get so hot~?” She asked. 

“I’ve been working out the past few years since you started training,” I answered and she giggled. 

“Good, because rememebr this is all mine now, and nobody else can have it, understood~?” She whispered into my ear sending chills down my spine. 

“Y-Yes, Noona,” I answered and she smiled. 

Continueing where we left off, I slowly insesrt my length into her pussy and she clenched her teeth in pain as this was our first time together. 

“A-Am I hurting you?” I asked. 

“I-It’s okay, just keep going,” She insisted and I nodded. 

Pumping my dick in and out, she was tight as fuck, Yunjin leans foward to grab a hold of my shoulder as I slowly pounded her. 

“That’s it, I want you to impregnant me, baby, give me your babies~,” She said. 

“B-But isn’t that a little too quick?” I worringly asked.

“You let me worry about the details, now do it~?” She replied before moaning. 

As we continued making love for hours maybe, my balls felt tight and her walls started to squeeze my dick to death. 

“Shit, I’m close baby~!” She warned. 

“Same here,” I replied. 

“Do it, cum inside your Noona, I know you want to~!” She insisted. 

At the same time, we both came, but I was scared because I actually did it inside of her meaning that she could get pregnant. 

We both collapsed onto each other on the bed, catching our breaths, looking at her face, even with messy hair she was still beautiful as she gave me a tired and loving look. 

“A-Are you going to get pregnant?” I worringly asked and she laughed.

“Don’t worry, baby, I only said that to motivate you, I’m still on protection so will be fine.” She assured and I sighed in relief. 

“So what you said earlier, you love me? Or is it because of lust?” I curiously asked and she shook her head. 

“No, baby, I meant what I said, I truly love you, do you feel the same?” She asked. 

“Of course, Noona, I’ve loved for you so long but I didn’t think you’d share the same feelings as I do,” I answered and she smiled before pecking my lips. 

“Well, I’m happy to hear that and I promise to marry you in the future, maybe after my dating ban is lifted,” She promised and I chuckled.

“Yeah, probably best if we kept this secret otherwise you’ll get in huge trouble,” I replied. 

“Hehe~. I love you so much, baby, til death do us part~,” She said before carressing my cheek.

“I love you too, Noona, til death do us part~,” I replied and we cuddled for the night. 

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter 8

chapter warnings: NSFW!! good lord this entire part is pretty much just smut. and weed is mentioned!

i spent a whole year basically just writing smut as it was the only requests i was receiving on my other blog so now writing it isn't so fun anymore unless i'm really feeling it and I TRIED SO HARD with this one because vinny mauro. but I thought this was worth mentioning and if any others writers know how to stop this PLEASE HELP ME OUT <3

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“I don’t think you’ve been on our bus yet.” Vinny says as he takes the keys from his pocket. He had to tell Chris he left his phone charger behind so he could get the keys from the driver without any suspicion. 

“No, it’s not much different from our one though. Except it looks cooler.” You laughed as you followed him on. 

“How the hell do I.. oh, wait is it this button?” He pressed a button by the door and it slowly shut, he turned around and held his arms up in victory, making you shake you head.

“So what movie should we watch?” You ask, setting the pizza box down on the table. 

“Whatever you want,” he says, turning on the tv, “We get netflix on here, it’s Rick’s account but I don't think he knows, I memorised his password back in 2018 and it hasn’t changed since.” 

“Ooh, okay,” you smile as you both sit together, a small gap between you both, he passes you the remote and you look through the movies as Vinny makes a start on the pizza, “Have you watched superbad?” 

“Duh!” He exclaims, his hand over his mouth as he ate. What a date. 

“Should we put it on?”

“Sure, baby.” He says, too busy eating to realise the word slipped off his tongue. 

You pressed play and reached for a slice of pizza, telling him about the first time you watched this movie, and how cute you found Michael Cera. 

“The first time I watched this was- I think- the second time I ever got high. I was at a friend's house and we had to put something on that wasn’t too overstimulating or would make us question our existence.” He laughed, taking another bite of pizza. 

“Do you smoke often?” You asked.

“...What do you mean by often?” He chuckled, “I don’t do it as much now as I used to, maybe a couple times a week? What about you, I don’t think I’ve seen you smoke or even vape or anything.”

“I don’t.” You state, “I never have."

“Because you’ve never wanted to, or..?”

“If I tell you the truth please promise me you won't laugh.” 

“I solemnly swear!”  He said with a smile, his hand on his heart. 

“I’m too scared to make a fool of myself, I tried Bryan’s vape once a few years back and almost choked up a lung.” 

Vinny couldn’t help but laugh, and you frowned, feeling half embarrassed.

“I'm sorry!" He tried to stop laughing, "You must’ve been inhaling it wrong,” he said, trying to hide his smile, “Y'know I think I’ve actually got some weed in my bunk at the back if you want to try it? Don’t think I’m pressuring you or anything though, I know that wasn’t a part of your ‘dream date’. I've literally just remembered I left it there.” 

You thought for a moment, did you really want to do this? You didn’t really care about trying it, but you remembered how hot Vinny looked a few nights ago when he was smoking with Folio, so with a slight smirk on your face you replied, 

“Sure, you can teach me how you do it properly.”

“Now this sounds like my dream date.” He smiled, reaching for another slice of pizza. 

Once the two of you had finished eating and the movie was over, Vinny went into the back and came back with a grin plastered on his face. 

“I had one pre rolled for after the show last night that I never got round to having.” He said, walking back to where you were sat, quickly opening a window before he sat down. “You definitely sure about this?” He asked as he slid his hand into his pocket to pull out a lighter. 

“Of course!” 

You watched closely as he put it between his lips and lit it, taking a hit and blowing out the smoke. It took everything inside of you to not show any reaction, yet you pressed your thighs together, covering it up by crossing your legs whilst he took another hit. 

“You ready?” He asked, holding it out for you. 

You took it from him and placed it between your lips, waiting for him to tell you what to do. 

“So when you inhale, do it from here,” he places his hand on your chest.

You swear you were losing your mind as his hand was pressing on your chest, and instead of listening to him you just breathed it in and started coughing as you felt the smoke hot in your throat.

“Sorry.” You laughed as you continued to choke, he smiled and shook his head, taking it back from you. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, talking with it between his lips as he slipped his lighter back into his pocket.

“I do, why?” 

“We can try it another way.” He suggests, “But I need to be sure you’re alright with it.”

“I trust you, Vinny.” You say, and he nods his head, taking a hit of the joint. 

“Look at me,” he says, blowing out the smoke as he gently places his hand on your cheek, the rough pads of his fingers contrasting against your soft skin, “Open for me.” He grazes his thumb over your lower lip as he brings the joint back to his lips, holding the smoke in his mouth as he leans in, your lips barely touching as he exhales, blowing the smoke directly into your mouth. 

If you weren’t turned on before, you certainly were now. Your eyes fell shut as you inhaled the smoke the way he told you previously, and blew it back out as your heart pounded in your chest. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, opening your eyes to see Vin’s eyes had darkened, his breathing had become heavier and the way his lips were slightly parted, and it told you he was feeling the same way as you right now. The weed hadn't hit yet, but you were already feeling lightheaded from having him so close to you like this. You just wanted to lean over and-

You made a bold move as you took the joint from his hand as you lifted your leg over his, straddling his hips as he sat back on the couch, a lazy smirk on his face as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. His hands founds your hips instinctively, not breaking eye contact for a moment as you took the joint between your lips again, inhaling and passing it back to Vinny, who took it in his right hand, his left remaining on your hip as his thumb rubbed slow circles over your leggings. Cupping his face with your hand, you leaned in and blew the smoke into his mouth as he had done with you. You craved nothing but his touch, as you pulled back for him to exhale the smoke you hated the loss of contact, so you leaned back in, your lips finding his again but this time meeting him with a kiss, and you swear you've never felt lips softer than his.

Your hips rocked slightly as he kissed you back, a small whimper leaving your lips as his grip on you tightened.

“Shit, y/n if you carry on I won’t be able to control myself.” He groaned, his voice low as he pulls back from you and pushes his hair out of his face.

“What if I don't want you to,” you said, your hand resting on his chest as he puts out the joint that he had taken back from you, “You don’t know how bad I fucking wanted this since that night at the club, Vin. I’ve never felt like this so quickly about anybody.” You admit, your hands trailing down from his chest to press against his hardening cock- and without saying another word, his lips crashed into yours again with such hunger and lust that it almost knocked the breath out of you. You smirked against his lips when you felt his hips twitch against yours, so you moved your hand back up to tug on his hair, running your fingers through his brown locks as his hands grabbed your waist.

All of a sudden you were flipped over, his strength taking you by surprise. You were now lying beneath him, your back flat against the couch as he kneeled between your legs, pulling his hoodie and tshirt off. You reached your arms out in an attempt to pull him back down and get him to kiss you again, needing to feel his lips on yours, and he smirked, his hands placed either side of your shoulders on the couch as he leaned back down, his lips trailing from your jaw back to your lips, all whilst you couldn’t help but focus on his biceps, how was it that you hadn’t noticed this before?

“We could always go back to the hotel?” You said against his lips breathlessly between kisses, and he shakes his head.

“I’m sharing a room with Ricky- and I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, letting out a soft moan as his lips trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw and towards your neck. He nipped and sucked at the delicate skin as his hand slipped beneath your tshirt, cupping your boob over your bra before you felt his fingers slide in beneath it. He let out a low groan as his fingertips brushed over your hardened nipple, and you couldn’t help but whine as his fingers experimentally pinched it. The weed seemed to have made you extra sensitive and even more responsive to his touch, and he was loving every second of it.

“Vinny.” You whispered, and you felt him smirk against your neck. 

“Need to get this off you.” He said, reaching for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head as you reached behind to undo your bra to save him the embarrassment of trying to take it off for you, throwing it down in a pile with your clothes before he dived in, taking your nipple between his teeth. 

You could only moan his name and tug his hair as he worked the other one with his other hand, you still felt the need to get impossibly closer to him, this still didn’t feel enough. You wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer in an attempt to relieve the ache you were feeling between your thighs. 

“Didn’t expect you to be so needy, baby. Why didn't you tell me you've been wanting me this bad?” He teased, pulling away from your tits to focus his attention elsewhere, his hands exploring your body. “Tell me what you want. baby.” He whispered, his fingers playing with the waistband of your leggings.

“I need you to touch me... Please..." You whine.

His eyes were so full of hunger as he pushed himself up, pulling you up with him so you were both now standing. He got down on his knees, keeping his eyes on yours the entire time as he lid his fingers beneath the waistband of your leggings to tug them down, allowing you to step out of it and kick them to the side, leaving you stood with only your panties on as he took in the sight in front of him. 

You wondered who really was the needy one when mouth was almost watering as he kissed over your panties in the spot where your clit was covered, you could already feel your knees becoming weak as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him better access. Whilst he was borderline making out with your pussy through your panties, you ran your fingers through his hair, begging him for more between moans of his name and whimpers that slipped your lips, and your prayers were answered as you felt his hand slide towards your ass.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband, and all you could do was nod your head, your lips sealed shut, trying your best to keep your composure. “Baby, we’re not in the hotel, you can be as loud for me as you want, okay? I wanna hear you.” 

Once your panties were off, that was it. He took in the sight of your pussy for a moment, spreading your lips apart, ghosting his finger over your clit, complementing how pretty you were, and then with no prior warning you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the delicate bud whilst his fingers found your hole, teasing your entrance as his warm tongue worked on you. He watched how you reacted as he slipped one finger into you, taken back by the resistance he was met with. 

“When was the last time you were fucked?” He asked, his voice dripping in lust as he didn't even bother to look up at you, too lost in giving you pleasure.

“Fuck, it’s been years.” 

“Mm, I can tell,” he says, adding another finger as he works you open, feeling his hot breath against your inner thighs, “God, you’re so fucking wet, fuck.”

“Oh Vinny…” You whimper, a hand gripping the table so tight you were scared your knuckles would pop out. 

His fingers curled inside you, searching for the spongy spot that made you see stars as he lapped at your clit. The sounds being made were so filthy, you couldn’t believe it was actually happening. 

“Fuck, Vinny, I don’t know how much longer-” 

He pulled away, his mouth making a pop sound as he let up from your clit, but not without delicately placing a kiss right on it. His thumb began rubbing circles on your clit as he kissed around between your thighs, nipping and biting at the skin, sure to leave marks. 

“Let go for me, let it all go, baby.” He says, nuzzling his face against your thigh before turning and sucking your clit into his mouth again, needing to see you go over the edge for him, needing to see you fall apart for him. He could've cum in his pants at the sight of you above him right now, your hair falling over your face as your arm shook, trying your best to hold on to the table to stabilise yourself.

You couldn’t believe the sounds that were leaving your mouth as your orgasm suddenly took over you, like a wave of electricity radiating throughout your body. You felt tingles in your fingers and toes as you came undone, your legs shaking as the most intense orgasm of your life washed over you, and Vinny gently lifted your leg off his shoulder, helping you put it back to the ground as he watched you with awe. However, you weren’t completely satisfied yet. 

When you came back to reality, you didn't hesitate to reach your hands down to unbutton Vin’s jeans, undressing him with ease before you cleared the table. You wrapped your arms around Vinny’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss before pulling him down with you as your back hit the table, grinning against his lips as he growled and you felt his hardness through his boxers, aching to be released. His hand found your waist, holding on to you in fear that you’d slip away if he ever let go as his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

He couldn’t ignore how painfully hard he was anymore, he knew he wouldn’t last long once he was inside you, but you didn’t care, you just needed to feel full again, it had been so long since you’d been so intimate with somebody, and he could tell by the way you were desperately reaching for his cock. 

He pushed his calvin kleins down his thighs and the tip of his cock brushed against your clit over and over again as he grinded his hips into yours, and you whined at how sensitive you were, still coming down from the high of your orgasm. However, when he positioned himself just right and you felt the head nudge past your walls, you broke away from the kiss, holding his body as close to yours as possible, your nails digging into his back. He groaned at the feeling, you were so unbelievably tight, and he was aching for release, it was like you were both experiencing your first time again.

“I'm sorry I don’t think I can-” Vinny began, but you shook your head.

“Don’t worry… Just needed to feel you.” You whispered into his hair before he began to move, painfully slowly to begin with. You could feel every stroke so intensely and this mixed with the feeling of his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you over the edge once again.

Just as he was beginning to pick up the pace, your walls started clenching around him, and by the way your nails were clawing at his back, he realised you came again, and with one last thrust of his hips he quickly followed, coming undone as well, releasing deep inside of you, the added warmth only making your walls clamp down harder around him as he buried his face in your neck. 

"Fuck." You whispered, breathlessly, earning a lazy chuckle from Vin.

The two of you stayed like this for a moment, completely bare, your bodies engulfing each other as if you were one. When he finally came back to reality, you felt Vinny press a kiss against your neck before pushing himself back up, looking down at you with a dazed smile. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, y/n.” He says, slowly pulling out of you, beginning to get himself dressed. 

As you sat up on the table, watching him, you couldn’t help but smile. Everything that was causing you so much stress over the last week was completely forgotten about in this moment, it was just you and Vinny. 

“I don’t usually fuck on the first date.” You chuckle, watching as he collects your clothes that had been thrown across the bus. 

“And I promise I don’t usually only last 2 minutes, we all have our exceptions.” He says with a smirk. “We better get back, Rick's going to start to wonder why I’ve been gone so long.”

“Yeah, good idea. I’m starting to feel tired anyway.” 

"Let's get you to bed, baby."

Vinny helped you off the bus as your legs were still a little wobbly, and as the two of you walked back to the hotel there was a peaceful silence.

“Goodnight Vin.” You smile as you get to your room, scanning the key on the door for it to unlock, “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay the night?” 

“You know I’d love to but not tonight, I told Rick I was going to meet up with a friend that just happened to be in town so if I didn’t come back he might just assume that this ‘friend’ kidnapped me or something,” he laughed, “but I had a great time tonight, I’d love to do it again.” 

“What? Get high and fuck over the bus table?” You raised your eyebrows, smirking as he shook his head.

“No, I mean spending time with you, y/n. I like your company, and I don’t say that about a lot of people.” 

You felt warm and fuzzy inside at his comment and reached out to give him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Goodnight y/n.” He says as you walk into your room, leaving you all alone to process what the fuck just happened. 

After having a shower, brushing your teeth and changing into your pyjamas, you finally get around to checking your phone after having it on do not disturb all evening to see you had texts and missed calls from Noah. 

“The guys and I are going out for dinner soon, want to come with? X”

*2 missed calls from Noah*

“Y/n I swear if you’re asleep.”

“Don’t complain about being tired tomorrow”

“I’ll bring you something back :)”

*1 missed call from Noah*

“Got you some food but Jolly ate it. We travel to our next venue at 10. Soundchecks at 1.”

You couldn’t help but feel bad reading Noah’s texts, and you felt even worse knowing what you were doing whilst he thought you were just sleeping. You frown, thinking of a message to send back. 

“Hey I’m so sorry, I’ve not been feeling well I think I’ve been asleep most of the day. I’m starting to feel better now though, I’ll see you tomorrow :)”

It only took a couple minutes for him to reply. 

“Glad you’re feeling better x”

You knew this was a bad idea, entertaining Noah and Vinny at the same time, but it was all just fun, right? They're band guys, surely they have one night stands all the time.

But after tonight, you didn’t want Vinny to feel like you’d used him in any way. You thought it would be best to text him, and so you thought and thought of what to say, writing and deleting and rewriting a text and you eventually settled with...

“I had such a great night tonight Vinny, and I love spending time with you, but I don’t want to lead you on at all. You kinda know the situation between me and Noah, and it’s not fair on either of you that I can’t work out my feelings for the life of me. If you’re happy to, we could have a kinda no strings arrangement?… I really like you, and I don’t want to hurt you or Noah which is why I need you to know I just can’t commit to anything whilst we’re touring, my minds all over the place and I just want us all to have fun. I don't want to risk anything that could possibly affect any of our careers. But thank you for tonight, goodnight x”

And you hit send.

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