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the way barista filled my coffee w vanilla 😶

[hysteria-things]

Can you make a song image with the song older by Isabel LaRosa or even kiss me more with doja and sza?

NEEDY, ARE WE? (part two)

read part one here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the night started with only kisses, but you’ve never craved something so bad in your life. that something is your best friend chris sturniolo.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY ASF, swearing, begging kink, teasing, making out, oral (male & female receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (SON’T EVEN TRY IT), marking, finger sucking, choking, slight spanking, praising, degradation, stomach bulge, overstimulation, dumbification, cream pie, cockwarming

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,713

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for the 3 AM post… but hello🥰

y/n is a whiny bitch in this LMAO

“what did i say?” chris whispers sternly, smacking your hand away when it reaches down to his pajama pants string for the third time.

another fifteen minutes went by, and your panties are soaked from the orgasm that washed over you not long ago. chris’ dick fucking hurts, but he enjoys seeing this side of you: needy and desperate. “i’m begging you.” you pout. “i need you inside me. please.”

you seriously don’t know what’s gotten into you. you’d never thought of your best friend this way, but tonight feels different. you’re so dick-deprived that you’ve turned into a whiny mess.

he sighs in defeat, untying his pants and pulling them down. your eyes lock in on the boner in his boxers, beaming once his aching cock slaps against his stomach.

licking your lips, you go to hover over his tip, but he beats you to it and instead pushes your head down. you look up at him with sad eyes.

“what?” he questions, even though he knows the problem. he knows you meant inside you the other way, but what’s the fun in not teasing first? “you said you needed me inside you.”

“that’s not what i—” he cuts you off by pushing your head down, gagging when he forces himself down your throat. you hum, bobbing your head while his grip stays in your hair.

he chuckles, using his free hand to move the pieces of hair out of your face so he can see you looking up at him through hooded eyes. “you’re talking too much. if one of them wakes up you’re going to be in big trouble.” he points to his brothers who are still peacefully sleeping on the couch in front of you.

it doesn’t take long for your throat to morph into the shape of his dick. he licks his lips and smiles menacingly, seeing how you suck his cock so casually. your cheeks hollow, causing chris to exhale to not make a loud noise.

your tongue kitty licks his red tip, pre-cum threatening to spill out. starting to suck, your hand pumps up and down his shaft. his eyebrows furrow, mouth hanging open as he watches your every move. the grasp on your head loosens, and before you know it, chris is pulling you up to where you’re hovering over his lap.

taking his thumbs, he spreads your folds to see the glistening silk in the dim light. your arousal coats the inside of your thighs, some of it dripping down your leg. he takes his pointer finger and slowly moves it up your slit. you flinch at the feeling. “what a needy pussy.” he mumbles, his finger easily sliding into your cunt from the wetness.

you barely give him time to add another when you rut your hips repeatedly, fucking yourself on his fingers. you’ve never felt so pathetic in your life, but you also never felt so turned on. it’s like he read your mind. “pathetic slut; becoming stupid on just my fingers.”

the degrading nickname has you whining, only to start humping his hand faster. he looks as you sink perfectly on his digits… in and out, in and out, your pussy stretching the more you move until—

he removes the two fingers, now soaked with your juices. chris grabs your thighs, sliding his body down so now that his mouth is directly under your cunt. his dick twitches as he groans, seeing it at this angle.

immediately, he sits you down on his face and starts to eat you out like he’s on a time limit, which he technically is. the way his tongue moves so deliciously has you seeing stars, gasping and tugging at the brown strands that lay on his head.

“no, please.” you cry quietly. yes, you love the pleasure your body is going through, but this isn’t what you want. he’s teasing you to tears, and it’s making you sexually frustrated. nonetheless, it only makes you want him more. “th-this isn’t what i want.”

chris hums, making a tiny moan slip from the vibration. his hand gently smacks the outside of your thigh to remind you to keep quiet. “i’m sorry.” you mumble, shutting your eyes tight and biting down hard on your bottom lip that you won’t be surprised if it draws blood.

again a moan falls from your mouth, but this time it’s louder than before. his palm hits you harder this time, and you take your hand to cover your mouth instead. each time you twitch or try to move away from being so overstimulated, his nose still manages to nudge at just the right spot on your clit.

not only are your shoulders shaking from your sobs, but your legs quiver when you feel the heat in your lower belly. mumbling out a few words, chris lets out a questionable hum while speeding up his movements. he wants you to be loud and clear.

“i’m gonna cum, chris.” you cry, thanking every god out there that his brothers are the heaviest sleepers on earth.

he flattens his tongue, smiling in the process while your legs squeeze around his head, cum dripping down onto his tastebuds. a grunt leaves his throat, your pussy tasting exactly the way it’s supposed to. it’s by far the best meal he’s ever eaten.

sitting up again, you guys are back at the position you were at when this all started. chris enjoys the teasing, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can take. dick hard to the point where it hurts; pre-cum starting to leak from the tip. it’s unbearable.

eyes scanning his face, you bite your lip seductively. some strands stick to his forehead from the sweat, mouth is puffy and wet from your cum. how can you possibly be more horny? you have no idea.

leaning in, he pulls away when you’re centimeters apart. you pout, repeating the action when this time he turns his head with a chuckle. “stop teasing me.” you punch his chest lightly out of brattiness. “i need to get fucked by your cock. please, chris.”

raising his eyebrows, he smirks before grabbing your thighs that are still shaking from your high. “see? that wasn’t hard, now, was it?”

he helps you lift yourself to hover over his tip, his grip releasing from your flesh but still grazing it while you slowly start to sink onto his dick. your back arches, eyelids fluttering as you feel every crevice stretch from his size. it’s like your entire body was made for chris and chris only.

��—fucking birds stealing my shit.” the end of the sentence is a grumble, rustling coming from across the room. chris jumps into action and covers where you two are conjoined with your nightgown, being that you still have it on.

still, you decide to roll your hips, feeling his cock rubbing at your walls and insides just right. to keep a moan from coming, you nuzzle your head into his neck and bite at it.

nick sits up, eyes still closed but looking over nonetheless. “fucking birds.” he repeats.

“tell those birds, nick.” chris says, the hickey forming on his neck while you nibble down on another empty spot.

nick nods. “i’ll tell them. yeah, i’ll tell them. i’ll tell them…” then, he lays back down, the soft snores continuing as if he didn’t wake up at all.

you lift your head, chris now face to face with your tear-stained one. “wanna kiss you.” you whisper, starting to plop up and down on him. he doesn’t say anything, only grabs your throat gently to pull you in. from the way your tongues intertwine, you can taste yourself.

at this point, your bouncing so fast that whenever the couch starts to creak he has to grip on your ass for you to slow down. you whimper softly. “feels so good!”

“shit.” he exhales, mouth agape as he watches the bulge in your lower abdomen peek out whenever you sit, your pussy swallowing his fat cock whole. you were, without a doubt, fucking made for him.

accidentally letting out a scream when your g-spot gets hit, it’s cut off by the hand squeezing tighter around your throat. he glances at his brothers to make sure there are no signs of movement before speaking. “don’t have them wake up or we’re going to be in deep shit, and i won’t be able to fuck you again. is that what you want?”

“no!” you choke out, his thumb grazing your bottom lip while he looks at it.

“then you have to be quiet.”

without thinking, you nod and open your mouth, inviting his thumb inside for you to suck on. he smirks with a whisper. “that’s my good girl.”

he removes his thumb from your mouth, now holding your jaw in place. hickeys decorate one side of his neck.

you don’t know how long you’ve been going at it, but you can’t take it anymore. your breathing is becoming heavier the more his dick hits that angle inside you, eyes rolling back having your vision almost fade to black.

clenching so tight to the point where you could barely move up on him, your nth orgasm of the night washes over you, dripping down his thighs and onto the sofa. alas, you don’t make a peep, because you're chris’s good girl. you will always listen to him.

to ride out your high, you still move when you talk into his ear. “cum in me, please.” you gasp, your brain officially shutting off. your face portrays different waves of pleasure all at once, drool dribbling from your chin. you didn’t even notice releasing a-fucking-gain.

ropes of cum shoot up into you with a thrust of his hips, grunting each time he does so. he throws his head back with his eyes slammed shut, waiting ten seconds until he’s done planting his seed into your womb.

“thank you… thank you…” you repeat. he grabs your hips to lift you, but you whimper and nuzzle yourself closer.

exhausted is an understatement, hence why you fell asleep in mere seconds with his cock deep within your cunt. all chris can doze off to is think about how he has to clean this up before morning.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[subbmissivesuccubus]

Bully - Part 2

Summary : Your new life as Geto and Gojo's personal fuck toy has begun. You thought you'd get a moment of peace when you and all your classmates went out for drinks...but why would you assume something so silly?

a/n : Aight you degenerates (with love) here's part 2. Hope you like it. I made it extra long and extra filthy for you, you better appreciate it.

Disclaimer : Contains Bully Gojo and Geto X Fem reader. Free use dynamic. Humiliation. Like a lot of humiliation. Public indecency. Exhibitionism. Pantsing. Dub con warning.

Taglist : @xstormstriderx @lovely-lady-tits @brianmaysclog @obanais-biggest-fan @sp1dermanluvr @spongesquid04 @krishnaabhistha @ihateuguys @misscaller06 @ksvvvn @collectionofdolls @otakuweebs-world @winterlovessanemi

Geto sighed as he walked out of the bathroom, steam following him from the hot shower he just enjoyed. A towel wrapped around his waist and his wet hair dripping over his shoulders, he took a second to look at himself in the mirror, noting that his physique had grown a bit more sculpted thanks to all of their work.

"You better hurry it up." he said, addressing the other people in his room as he opened his closet and grabbed his clothes, "We need to leave in like, ten minutes."

"Fu- ah- ah- mmhm- ah!"

"Yeah, yeah." Gojo grunted, gritting his teeth, "I'm almost done."

Geto chuckled as he started getting dressed, the sound of your moans and pleas almost like background noise. Gojo had you on your hands and knees on Geto's bed, the white haired man pounding into you from behind mercilessly. Both of you were still dressed in your uniforms, your pants and underwear simply pulled down while Gojo just fished his dick out.

"Thought you would keep it in your pants long enough to not delay us from leaving, Satoru." Geto said as he pulled up his trousers.

"Huh?" Gojo responded, hips still thrusting into you, too focused on his pleasure, "You say something?"

Geto rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed before grabbing you by the back of the head and pushing you down harshly. You yelped as your face collided with the mattress, your moans now muffled by the fabric. Geto's grip on your was rock solid, rendering you unable to move an inch.

The man clicked his tongue at you in annoyance, "So fucking loud...anyway," he turned back to Gojo, "I said, I thought you'd be able to not fuck her when we need to leave soon."

"I- shit - I wasn't planning on fucking her." Gojo said, raising his hand before giving your ass a sharp slap, making you squeal into the mattress, "But I was just casually groping her tits and fuck- got horny~"

Geto sighed, letting go of your head and finally letting you breathe, smirking as he heard you gasp and take in deep breaths. "Well, if the others get mad at us for being late, i'm blaming you."

"Blame this bitch." Gojo said, giving you another spank, "Not my fault she's so fuckable. Isn't that right? Hmm?" another slap to the ass and you knew your skin was turning a flaming hot red, "Why don't you apologize to us, hmm?"

"I-I-I'm s-sorry~" you babbled, head in the clouds as you took your pounding, Gojo's balls slapping against your clit every-time he thrust in, "i'm sor-ry for being s-so fuckable- ah!"

Gojo barked out a laugh, his grip on your hips bruising as he chased his pleasure, loving how pathetic you were for him. Once he cums inside you, he was going to take a picture to add to his collection under the folder : Sex toy~, just as he always did.

~~~~~

After that night in the classroom, after Gojo and Geto took turns fucking you and making you cum over and over again on their tongues, fingers and cocks- you were now their personal toy. To bully. To play with. To fuck whenever they wanted.

They left you in that room on the floor, pussy dripping with cum, your chest covered in white and your jaw aching from all the sucking. But before they left, they made sure to take plenty of pictures before Geto told you:

"You're our personal fuck toy from now on, understand? We wouldn't want these pictures to float around now, do we?"

A silent threat but everyone involved knew you didn't need to be threatened. And ever since then, this was the life you've accepted.

Wake up naked between the two men, still exhausted after a long night of sex. Gojo's mouth would be on your nipple or Geto's hand would be between your legs, having slept in that position. They'd grope you some more as you wiggle out of bed, your movements waking them up as well. After taking a shower and getting dressed, you'd head to class where you had to deal with their bullying as usual. In front of the others, they were the same nuisances but behind their backs, they'd grope your ass, squeeze your tits, swipe through your nudes on their phone in front of you-

Geto one time cornered you in the hallway, making sure no one was around before he gripped your top and lifted it up, exposing your bra covered chest. You whined and stayed still as he harshly pulled the cups of your bra down enough for your nipples to pop out, the man immediately bending down and sealing his lips over them. You slapped a hand over your mouth, body trembling as his sinful tongue suckled on your nipple like he was trying to milk you, knowing full well how sore your nipples would be later.

Gojo was starting to form a habit of taking a shower with you everyday. He'd break into the bathroom while you showered, regardless of when you were taking it. He always had a sixth sense and knew when you were cleaning yourself. You learned you lesson when you tired to take a shower at 2 in the morning, only for Gojo to break into your room and barge in anyway. He didn't appreciate you trying to shower without him at some ungodly time which was how you ended up with an ass spanked hot red, preventing you from sitting down without wincing in pain for two days straight.

In public, they harassed you discreetly, the others not noticing anything off about your dynamic, but little did they know that right before everyone sat down and waited for class to start, the two of them fucked your face in the hallway. You excused your red face and told everyone it was due to a cold- and not because the two men slapped your face with their heavy dicks before.

And all of that happened within the span of a few days and you had no doubt it would just get more and more intense. You couldn't help but shiver as your mind was brought back to the present, walking along a wide yet abandoned street with your group of friends.

Everyone decided to go out drinking, a celebration marking the end of a long week of exorcising curses. Utahime invited you along with, Nanami, Shoko, MeiMei, Haibara and of course, Gojo and Geto. After Gojo came on your ass, you quickly cleaned up and got back in your uniform to join the group just as they were about to leave. Utahime snapped at Gojo and Geto, accusing them of being bad influences and making you arrive late as well. They simply joked and waved it off, the group thankfully not noticing your blushing face.

Everyone naturally divided into smaller pairs as you walked on the road, Utahime claiming this was a shortcut. You, Geto and Gojo trailed behind the rest of them, a few steps slower but still able to involve yourself in conversation and respond when you need to. You laughed as MeiMei told everyone another story about how she managed to extort money off of some random guy, a momentary peace among the chaos you'd come to expect.

There's no way they'd try anything when you were right behind the group, right?

Right?

You were too focused on listening to their conversation and having deluded yourself with the false confidence, that you failed to see Geto and Gojo slow down their pace so they were a step behind you- and you failed to notice Geto pull his phone out and start recording- two actions that would normally have you on guard.

You were only reminded of them again when you felt a pair of hands on your waist, Gojo's long fingers digging into the fabric of your pants but before you could say anything or even move your head to look at him-

He tightly fisted your pants and pulled them down in one fell swoop.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming as your other hand went between your legs despite that doing nothing to help your situation. You were in public- right behind your group of friends with your pants on the ground- bare legs and panties exposed to the world.

Blood rushed to your face so fast it almost made you dizzy, quickly bending down to pull your pants up before anybody saw you. Your only focus was to cover yourself back up so you just had to ignore the fact that when you bent down, you were practically showing off your panty covered pussy and ass to your two bullies.

As you grabbed your pants, you could feel Gojo hook a finger into the crotch of your panty before pulling it aside, exposing your bare pussy to the cold evening air. With a wink to the camera, he leaned forward and took a greedy lick of your cunt, tongue dragging from your clit upto your hole. He would have kept eating you out were it not for you pulling you pants back up and straightening your body. And it was just in time too as Utahime looked behind her shoulder, wondering why the footsteps behind her stopped.

Luckily for you, your pants were pulled up and all she saw was Gojo and Geto laughing at you.

"Hey! Are you two bullying her again?" Utahime snapped, taking note of your red face which she chalked up to frustration, "You're so annoying! Leave her alone!"

"Just friendly banter, Utahime." Gojo said, still in his crouched position on the ground, "Isn't that right?" he asked, directly addressing you. You gulped as you looked into Gojo's piercing blue eyes, eyes that always took your breath away. You could tell Utahime about what actually happened and you knew, even if it was Gojo, the others would rush to your side to help-

"I-It's fine, Senpai." you said, trying to keep your voice stable, ignoring Geto's snort of laughter behind you, "they're just teasing."

"Well, if you say so." Utahime said, pouting, "But you tell me if they're annoying you too much!"

"Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, Utahime?" Gojo teased, hopping back on his feet to skip towards the group, "You're a weakling, afterall~"

"Hey! Watch your manners!"

You stiffened as Geto walked up behind you, the man throwing an arm around your shoulder before the two of you started walking, a few steps behind the group. His fingers kept brushing against the curve of your chest, not enough to feel good but enough for your nipples to harden, Geto even running his fingers in circles gently over the hardened bud.

"Fucking slut~" he growled into your ear, "You'll just let us do anything to you, won't you? Oh, dinner's gonna be fun~"

"Y-You're seriously not gonna- not while everyone's around!" you whispered to him, whimpering as he suddenly gripped you tit tightly, giving it a greedy grope before letting go.

"And why do you think that? You're pretty fucking stupid, aren't you?"

Before you could say anything, Geto pushed you towards the group, both of you seamlessly joining the others as you walked. You couldn't focus on the conversation anymore, your mind only filled with countless possibilities of what Geto and Gojo were going to do to you. You gulped, hoping that the others won't see the nervous look on your face and hoping that the two men won't notice the way you were pressing your thighs together as you walk.

But of course they noticed.

~~~~~

Ok. Ok! This was ok!

A semi-crowded restaurant with bright lights. Sure, the table that was given to the group was against a wall and the three of you were sitting on the couch against said wall- and yes, the table had a long tablecloth that covered your bottom halves- but even so, they surely wouldn't do anything-

Right?

"Here you go." Nanami said, handing you a copy of the menu. You thanked the man, getting up from your seat so you could reach it, the man sitting diagonal to you. Gojo and Geto were sitting on either side of you, pressing against your sides. Fortunately - or unfortunately- nobody else wanted to share seats with the two bullies so the others adjusted themselves accordingly, leaving you at their mercy.

But since it was public and everyone was around, they'd behave themselves-

Just as you were starting to sit down, you felt the two of them grab fistfuls of your pants before they started dragging it down and within a fraction of a second, your bare ass was against the cushion and your pants were pooled down on the floor.

Oh fuck.

Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks and ears turning a bright red as you took in your predicament, so taken aback by the situation that you barely processed Gojo copping a feel of your butt. Your body trembled as you gripped onto the menu tighter, a hundred things rushing through your mind. You were pansted by these two assholes in a restaurant and the only reason no one realized was because of the table cloth covering you.

"Hey, everything ok?" Shoko asked, noticing your red face and wide eyes, "You look like you've seen a ghost. There are no curses around, right?"

"Oh- no - I- um-" you sputtered, brain lagging as you couldn't think of anything to say. But thankfully, Geto swooped in, taking the menu from your hand and starting to flip the pages.

"I think she's nervous cause we're getting alcohol." he teased as he looked through the drinks, "Poor baby doesn't wanna have a big girl drink? Maybe we can get you some milk in a sippy cup?"

"Sh-shut up!" you squeaked, his teasing now excusing your red face as you snatched the menu back from him, "I've had alcohol before! I'm an adult!"

"Oh, really?" Gojo asked, leaning into you obnoxiously, placing an elbow on your head as he applied his weight on you, "Then has this big strong adult had sex before?"

"Gojo!" Utahime barked before you could say anything, "Stop being nasty- hey, you can come sit by me if you'd like." the woman offered to you. But how could take her up on the offer? There's no way you could move- not when your pants were still on the ground. Besides, even if you did move- there's no telling what the two of them would do to compensate.

"I-It's okay." you said, trying you best to sound nonchalant, "I've gotten pretty comfortable here."

"Yeah, stop butting in!" Gojo said with a pout, "You think we're bullying her but it's all fun and games! You just don't get how we joke, Utahime."

"Again- have some manners!"

As the group got louder, arguments between Gojo and your senpai mixed with the others figuring out what to order, your mind raced, trying to figure out how to get your pants back on (a predicament you'd never imagine being in). Maybe you could drop a utensil, get under the table and use that as leverage to pull your pants back up...

But almost like he could read your mind, you saw your phone (which you had thankfully taken out of your pockets and placed on the table before your pants were pulled down) brighten up with the signs that you got a message. Geto bumped you lightly with his elbow, a silent order that you needed to read that message. With a gulp, you picked up the phone, eyes widening slightly as you read a text from the raved haired man:

If you try to put your pants back on, we're taking off your panties too.

Fuck.

"So, is everyone ready to order?" Nanami asked, offering to keep track of what everyone wanted so they could give it to the waiter. You managed to squeak out your decision, hoping that the alcohol will excuse any redness that would definitely be on your cheeks. You jumped as you felt Geto start to grope your butt as well, the man running his warm palm in circles over a cheek before his fingers started tugging at the fabric of your panties.

The environment faded into the background and your body was on autopilot mode. You were reacting appropriately to things that you weren't even processing, shoveling the food into your mouth without sensing any of the flavor, downing the alcohol without registering the burn of the liquid. All you could think about was how you were in your panties with the two men groping you to their hearts content.

At one point, Geto grabbed your panties harshly and started pulling up, making you squeal as gave you a wedgie, your underwear pulled tight against your cunt, the cloth now lodged between your ass-cheeks, making you look even lewder. Gojo let out a low whistle, pulling his phone out before discretely taking a picture, Geto holding up a peace sign next to your butt.

After pocketing his phone and pretending to be invested in other conversation, you shivered as Gojo slid his hand to your thigh, caressing your soft skin for a second before sliding it between your legs. You pressed your thighs together, trying to deter his movements but Geto simply grabbed a knee and pulled harshly, giving you no choice but to spread them. You prayed to any deity out there that nobody would drop anything that makes them go under the table as they could easily see what was happening and you'd never live it down.

MeiMei was saying something to you as Gojo's fingers found their way to your pussy, giving your mound a gentle pat pat pat before he started running his fingers up and down your slit. Your pussy was drenched, the humiliation and risk of the situation making your body run hot, Gojo's satisfying snickers telling you that he could feel your wetness even through your panties.

Geto eventually got his hand between your legs as well, softly laughing as his fingers touched Gojo's hand before he fingered the fabric of your panties and simply pulled them aside to expose your pussy. Your bare pussy. Out in the open. Just a tablecloth away from everyone seeing.

Even picturing it put you on edge- the hypothetical faces of disgust directed at you from friends and strangers alike. They'd call you a whore- a slut- a dirty woman who's being touched in public-

"Fuck- you're so fucking wet~" Geto purred into your ear as his fingers found their way to your opening, drawing circles over it, "Nasty bitch~"

"Are you surprised?" Gojo asked, not as careful as the others were tipsy enough they weren't paying attention to their conversation, "Getting off on being humiliated like this- what a pathetic little rat!"

"Spread those legs wider, bitch. Yeah, that's it~ Good little slut~"

You couldn't help yourself as you obeyed Geto's command, spreading your legs wider and giving them more room to touch. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Geto slid two fingers inside you, starting off strong thanks to how wet you were. He started thrusting them in and out, in and out, in...and...out...curling them deliciously inside you. Gojo's fingers were rubbing circles over your clit, the perfect balance of gentle as rough as he toyed with your sensitive bud.

You were grateful that the sound of people talking and music was drowning out the nasty noise of your pussy getting fingered, Geto hitting your g-spot with practiced ease, your juices starting to stain the cushion of the couch and you could only imagine what the worker would think about said stain when you all left, the very thought making your ears a bright red. You sipped at your drink, trying your best to bite down your moans, your body trembling under their touch. Gojo was scratching at your clit with his nail, the pleasurable pain making you jump with every flick. Your legs were shaking and your toes were curling, your grip on your glass tightening and you were worried you might even crack it.

"woah, hey." Haibara said, eyes wide as he looked at you, "Maybe you should stop drinking? You look pretty drunk."

You couldn't even imagine what you looked like but no doubt your face was as red as a tomato, your panting fogging up the glass against your lips. But instead of stopping, the two of them suddenly picked up the pace, making you lurch forward and slam your head against the table. You didn't know how else to cover up your expressions, ecstasy plastered on your face as they finger fucked you.

"Oh my-" Nanami said, eyes wide, "Did she pass out?"

"Hmm? Did she?" Geto asked, leaning over to you like he wasn't knuckles deep inside you cunt, "You awake, dumb little bitch?"

"Hah! Some adult she is." Gojo teased, poking you on the back of your head, his fingers almost a blur as he rubbed at your clit in a fast pace, your juices flying everywhere, "Can't even handle her alcohol."

"Hmm, maybe we should take her home." Shoko said, "wouldn't want her to get hurt."

"Ah, but the night's barely begun!" Utahime complained, already drunk.

"We can take her home." Gojo suggested, surprising everyone with his thoughtfulness, "I'm kinda tired anyway. C'mon Suguru, let's pick her up-"

You immediately sat back up and straightened yourself, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest. His silent threat to make sure you got back up was noted, Gojo definitely more than capable of picking you up and showing everyone your bare bottoms, panty pulled to the side.

"S-Sorry." you said, your voice noticeably slurred, "I just needed a second- i'm good."

"You sure?" MeiMei asked.

"Y-Yeaaah!" you babbled, body thrumming as the boys picked up the pace again, "S-Super good- let's k-keep drinking!"

Deciding to not argue, everyone cheered, still eager to drink the night away. You leaned back against the couch cushion, your body slightly slouching as you hoped the others couldn't see the way your body was twitching from how vigorously Geto was fucking your cunt.

And Oh. Oh.

Oh, you were going to cum.

You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes at the inconceivable pleasure. In the span of a few days, these two assholes managed to figure out just which buttons to press- just how to curl their fingers and just how you like to have your clit rubbed. But were you really gonna do it? Were you really gonna cum here and now? In public? In front of everybody? How were you even going to hide it?

Gojo leaned back as well, his shoulder pressed against yours while still having easy access to your clit. "If you want to pull your pants back up," he said, loud enough for you to hear, "You have to cum."

"B-B-But-"

"B-B-but~" Gojo mocked with a laugh, raising his pitch to match your voice, "Pathetic. Just do as I say or i'll slam you on this table, rip these panties off and spread your pussy wide open for everyone to see."

"Th-they'll notice if I c-cum now-" you gasped out, toes curling and the familiar knot in your abdomen making itself known, just seconds away from snapping.

"Sounds like a you problem." Gojo said, "So, what's it gonna be?"

"I-I don't have a choice!"

"Finally, that tiny brain of yours figured it out. Now cum, you dirty bitch~"

With the final order, your body moving ahead of you, you came. But what took you by total surprise, was Geto surging forward and kissing you. You yelped into the kiss, his tongue getting shoved down your throat as you climaxed, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. Gojo hooted at the sight, rubbing at your clit mercilessly, his phone out to film as he watched you cum, your only saving graze being Suguru. The others gasped, eyes wide and jaws open as they watched the raven haired man make out with you, never expecting that to happen.

Pleasure hit you like a truck, your orgasm so intense you felt like you were close to blacking out. You panted and moaned like a bitch in heat, all of your noises being swallowed by Geto's tongue in your mouth, the man's piercing eyes open to see every expression. And what a treat it was. You looked pathetic and broken, your body trembling and your pussy gushing around him, some of no doubt staining the floor at this point. Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and your fingers gripped him tightly, you were a sight to marvel at.

"Hey, where's my kiss?"

You felt a hand in your hair just as the orgasm was about to wash over you, your scalp being tugged at as you were forced to break up the kiss with Geto only for Gojo to take his place. Your eyes widened and everyone gasped again as Gojo kissed you, the lip lock with him filthy- all tongue and no love. Just how he liked it.

Oh, they weren't done with you. Not by a long shot. You still had a long night ahead.

~~~~~

Part 3 will be out soon(ish)! This was getting way too long lmao so look forward to some filthy sex in the next part!

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (13)

ー☆ Chapter 13: You Know Me Too Well

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch' ー☆ Word count: 6.5k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider

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            Saturday (2:55 pm)

Me: mingi can we talk?

Saturday (8:30 pm)

Me: i am free whenever you say so just let me know and i’ll be there

            Sunday (9:15 am)

Me: we need to talk, mingi.

            Sunday (12:08 am)

Me: please hear me out im sorry

Monday (current time)

            “Do you think he’ll slam the door in my face?” The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.

“It’s what you’d deserve, to be fair, but—” The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, “sorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my mother’s favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.”

Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didn’t care for, “Why is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually don’t want to know.”

“We were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.” Seulgi’s voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science major’s building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldn’t deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, “Anyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, he’ll probably give in before you can utter a single word.”

My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, “You think so?”

“I know so.” I heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, “He’s an idiot, but he’s in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in love—”

“I believe your niece is looking for you, babe.” Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing him say the words ‘in love’ again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didn’t say anything about it again, “Are you on your way to his studio right now?”

I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, “Yeah, three minutes and I’m there.”

“Good.” Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldn’t mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldn’t let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunho’s best friend, but Mingi isn’t like Yunho. Hopefully, “Update me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.”

I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, “I know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“We’ll see about that later.” Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous at all, after all, I didn’t know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldn’t forgive me so easily. Not when I’ve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.

As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my mother’s singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didn’t have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldn’t help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasn’t coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.

“So, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?” I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasn’t hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.

“I’ll talk to him today—”

“Great!” My mother didn’t even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, “It’s amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.”

“Mom.” I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, “We’ve had this discussion many times before, I’m not having children so young.”

“You’re not that young though.” She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.

“I’m turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?” She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.

“I’m just trying to inspire you, anyways,” She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, “Bring this to him as peace offering, he’ll love it. Trust me.”

“I don’t think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolate—”

“Finish your breakfast and shut up.” My mother didn’t let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, “Mothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful I’m saving your relationship and be back before lunch. I’m ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if I’m hungry.”

I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasn’t talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.

So, now, with Mingi’s clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoung—who knew Mingi like the back of his hand—were convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didn’t think a few apologies and even more explanations couldn’t fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and he’d probably do the same and then—that’s where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunho’s best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didn’t have that time right now. And to be fair, I didn’t want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majors’ floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studio—not that I had forgotten since the last time I was here—and he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that he’d let me back into his life.

Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingi’s studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingi’s studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat at—with the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And it’s not like I didn’t have male friends—I didn’t, Seulgi was my only friend—it’s not like he couldn’t speak to one of his fans. After all, he’s made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.

But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardigan—which looked like it was messily stained with paint—and certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasn’t even her feeling up Mingi’s arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps that’s what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.

『Baby, you're all that I want

I want you all to myself

Oh, but you know me too well』

And when I was angry—or panicking, or hurt—all rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasn’t thinking nor making sense, but I couldn’t care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, “Get out.”

For a second, even I didn’t recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I haven’t actually damaged it, because I certainly didn’t have the money to pay for it right now. I couldn’t look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.

“Excuse me?” God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.

“Are you deaf?” I chuckled, but it was humorless, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

She huffed, looking offended—rightfully so—and I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingi’s hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re the one that’s barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,” And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, “this isn’t your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.”

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didn’t hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasn’t helping myself; I was making everything worse—just the usual, then. But this bitch wasn’t stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, who’s jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasn’t saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.

“Sure,” I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingi’s expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, “Mingi wants you here.”

I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingi’s left side as I slammed the thermos bottle—albeit too harshly—against the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasn’t that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, “What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leave—”

I couldn’t even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, “Oh, what’s my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?”

“About what?!” Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.

“Oh, be for real.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If you’re so desperate to get laid, you should have—”

“I didn’t show her shit.” Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasn’t a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, “I only showed you. That unfinished song you’re talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldn’t deal with you anymore—”

“Stop it.” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingi’s expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldn’t do this if he withdrew himself, I couldn’t do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.

“Stop it?” If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didn’t let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, “You want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything that’s happened? I can’t. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you broke—I thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when it’s you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothing—”

“But you aren’t!” My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didn’t want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didn’t want to lose him, “You aren’t nothing to me. I said those things because I’m scared. I don’t know how to navigate these feelings—”

“Save it, okay?” I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, “I don’t want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, I’m asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.”

The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I didn’t want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.

“My ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.” Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, “We dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy I’ve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naïve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and I’ve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.

“Yunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldn’t understand what was so great about you and why I wasn’t enough. I knew Yunho didn’t love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than you’ll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that he’d never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.

“He broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I can’t help still feel bitter about him. I can’t help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldn’t help but assume you’d be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldn’t fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But I’m scared you’ll abandon me like Yunho did, that you’ll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but I’m scared. I think, however, with you by my side, I’d be able to do that, to let my walls down.”

The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingi’s face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didn’t look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.

“I’m sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasn’t easy.” Mingi’s tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasn’t laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, “I kind of—I knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didn’t like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the end—I’ve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And I’m sorry, but he—he was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyone’s feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. He’s mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasn’t much better compared to him.

“But all of this isn’t my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, I’m sorry, but I can’t just let go of things and start anew. There’s just—too many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just can’t do it, I—it’s not even about you and Yunho, I don’t give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know he’s long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just can’t. I can’t help but ask again, what do you want, YN?”

At least he wasn’t mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasn’t capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didn’t hate me for them, “I just want to apologize, for everything.”

Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, “That’s fine, I accept your apology. If that’s all, you can leave—”

“But that’s not all!” I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, “Mingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when we’re apart wondering what you’re up to, what’s going through your mind, whether you’re okay or not. And I’ve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, you’ve captured my attention, you’ve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I don’t want to be like this anymore, I don’t want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want to—I just want you, Mingi.”

There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his façade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, “Mingi, I adore you.”

“Get out.” For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studio’s still open door, “Get out, now.”

And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldn’t help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingi’s sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.

『Filthy impetuous soul

I wanna give it to you』

I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with me, I thought he’d tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldn’t help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasn’t anything like that one, it wasn’t soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.

And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didn’t expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.

I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingi’s ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I would’ve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasn’t for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldn’t care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.

『Oh, just to see what you'd do

'Cause I'm so drunk on you』

“What’s in the thermos?” His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.

“Hot chocolate, for peace making.” I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didn’t look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasn’t actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.

“This is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.” And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, “Although I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.”

“Good, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.” I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingi’s lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.

“What are we now?” His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, “What do you want?”

I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, “I don’t know just yet, and that’s why I need you to take the lead, but this—I want more of this, of you.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, “because I’ve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, “You can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your house—”

“Mingi.” I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.

“Want to hear the rest of the song I made for you?”

“For me?”

“Yeah, doll, for you.”

            By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have had—not that I’ve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my mother’s silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingi’s car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk I’ve ever seen on her face.

“So, did you have sex?”

My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, “Mom!”

“So, you did, huh.” It wasn’t even a question, and suddenly running after Mingi’s car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.

“We didn’t!” I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, “He needs to take me out on a date first—many dates, actually.”

“Well, he better hurry up then cuz you’re glowing and you’re happy.” I froze at my mother’s words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, “He’s good for you, too good. I haven’t seen you so relaxed and happy since—since highschool.”

Since Yunho broke up with me.

“I know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.” I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.

“You missed lunch, by the way, so you’ll eat chicken tenders—”

“Again?!”

“Again, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.”

And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldn’t even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.

Mings 🖤: date on wednesday? Me: but im paying this time Mings 🖤: so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date wasnt it, doll Me: maybe it was maybe it wasnt Mings 🖤: no maybes this time

『Oh, but you know me too well

Oh, but you know me too well, well』

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Home Part 2 (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to get this next part out but writer’s block has been a bitch.

You spent much longer mingling and people pleasing than you had hoped. The plan was to do a quick lap of the room then spend the night with you family only that didn’t happen. At first you were worried about Alexia, with her being in an environment that was unfamiliar and surrounded by people she didn’t know but every time you looked over you found her having a blast with your sister in laws. You wonder if she missed your presence but that question was quickly answered when you returned to her.

The Cruyffs; present, future and Alexia were all at the bar. She feels you beside her and just as she turns around someone pushes into you and you find yourself very close to Alexia.

“Hello you” you whisper. 

With the close proximity you could smell Alexia’s perfume. It was your perfume which she must have taken from your bag when you wasn’t looking. 

“Have you done your duties?” Alexia asks and you nods your head, a smirk tugging at your lips “then you can have another one of these?” 

She takes a shot from your brother and hands it to you. It seems that Alexia’s new found comfort was all thanks to the liqueur which you knew is drank by the bottle at events like this.

“Thank you” you take the shot without breaking eye contact.

Even after the mouthful of alcohol you cannot take your eyes off Alexia. She truly did look beautiful. This event had been the reason for so much anxiety but since touching down in the city you barely felt any of it and you knew that the reason was the woman standing in front of you.  You wasn’t feeling grief and you wasn’t consumed by the past. Alexia made you focus on the present and you cannot remember being this happy in years.

“I think we should leave” you whisper in her ear. Your hand sat dangerously low on her back.

“Why would you want to do that?” Alexia asks and you can tell that she genuinely wanted to stay.

“Because there’s things I want to do and I can’t do them here” 

“And what would that be?” Alexia again asked a question but the change in her tone told you she knew exactly what was going through your mind. She also have the confidence given the confession Liv and Mia made earlier.

“Let me take you home and I will show you” 

At this point Alexia pulls away to get a better look at you and to see if your being serious but with the hold you have on her you are able to pull her back towards you. 

“Not to interrupt your moment” Luuk says apologetically

“Again” Jordi adds earning a slap from you.

His words gain the attention of the others. No doubt them all wondering what he meant by again.

“You know the rules Y/N. The children have to stay till 11 then we are free to go” 

“2 hours” Alexia says after looking at her watch.

“Me and Jordi normally leave earlier than that and leave Luuk to deal with mum” 

You and Jordi share a look. He may technically be older but the two of you are like twins and your mother knows best than to force to be somewhere you don’t want to be. She did it before and you both caused havoc which lead to you father kicking you out of the event.

“Give it an hour then we will sneak out” 

Alexia nods her head wondering whether or not the next hour will pass by quickly or if it will drag. It wasn’t a thought that lasted long because you pulled her to the dance floor. It wasn’t like a dance floor at a club but the Cruyffs knew how to have a good time so there were plenty of guests dancing the night away. It meant you and her were able to blend in without bringing too much attention.

The idea of dancing came from an innocent place, well a mostly innocent place. You wanted to find a way to pass time but the intention soon changed when you found yourself dancing against Alexia and felt her hand on your lower abdomen. It wasn’t dirty dancing but it was enough to flood your mind with less than innocent thoughts. 

“Stop” you lean back so Alexia can hear you.

“I’m not doing anything” 

Whilst she was right, she also couldn’t be more wrong.

You could feel her breath on your neck, it was overwhelming. 

“We’re leaving. Now” you grab her hand pulling her towards the exit. You couldn’t care less what you mother would say about your early departure. The only thing you cared about was the Catalonian beauty you were about to take home.

The car ride was filled with anticipation. Very few words were exchanged and truth be told neither of you had a lot to say. Enough had been said and from the words that had been spoken, you and Alexia were able to read between the lines.

You grab Alexia’s hand the moment you are through the door as you lead her upstairs to your bedroom, to the room the two of you were to share for night. 

This wasn’t you first time nor was it Alexia’s but you weren’t in any rush.

“Will you help me, porfa?” Alexia asks. 

The brunette turns around and pulls her hair to the side to give you better access to the zip of her dress. Given that she had already taken off her heels, you k=now had the height advantage. You stood behind her but instead of undoing her dress like Alexia asked, you rest you hands on her hips and place a soft kiss to the side of her neck. 

“Don’t tease” Alexia makes no effort to move, instead relishing in the feeling that is your lips against her skin.

“As you wish” with one last kiss you turn you attention back to the zip making sure to take your time. Once you are done you tap Alexia on her hip assuming that she plans on going to the bathroom to take it off only that isn’t her plan.

“Take it off” Alexia turns to face you. 

Her eyes are dark and you see the lust growing within them. She wants what you want yet you find yourself hesitating. You hand sits on her shoulder, on the top of the material of her dress but you make no move to rid her of it. 

“What are you waiting for? Is something wrong?” 

“I’m taking in the moment in case it never happens again” 

It took a second for Alexia to recognise the look in your eye. It was a mixture of uncertainty and insecurity. She wasn’t sure if you would believe her words so she showed you how much the moment meant to her. The brunette leans forward and gently placed her lips on your own. There is no hunger or desperation. The kiss slow but filled with more passion than either of you had ever experienced before. 

With a new found confidence and a focus on the present you pull the straps down exposing her perfect body. Once the dress is on the ground you take her hand and help her out of it. 

She stands in front of you in nothing but a black lace matching set. 

“You. Are. Beautiful” you tell her, each word followed by a kiss to her lips. 

“Can I?” Alexia asks as she plays with the fabric on the front of your dress. 

It seemed only fair that you let her undress you so you nod in agreement and before you know you are both standing in nothing but your underwear. 

“I want you Y/N. I have since the first night I met you. I only wish I would have told you sooner” 

“I’m right here and I’m all yours” no words had ever been more true than these in this very moment. 

Hearing you say those words was like music to Alexia’s ears. It was a sweet melody at the beginning on the song that would be your first night together.

This woman who you had known for less than a year knew your body as if it was her own. Each movement made you want more. Every touch set your body on fire and every kiss make you believe that the love you saw in movies was possible. She knew just what to do for you to reach a new climatic height and you in suit showed her just how much you worshipped her body.

Your bodies collapsed on the bed a couple of hours later and it seemed to be perfect timing because just as Alexia laid her head on your chest, you heard the rest of the family come through the front door. Knowing that they wouldn’t come in, you made no effort to move and you tightened your hold on Alexia so that she didn’t move either.

 As you lay there the silence caused your mind to wander and to no surprise of your own it goes back over the intimacy you and Alexia had just shared.

Alexia felt the hitch in your breath. She adjusts her position and sees you staring deeply at the ceiling. 

“Hola, what’s going on in the beautiful head of yours?” 

You didn’t feel her move but you certainly wasn’t complaining about the closeness that Alexia was currently in.

“Did that—does this—“ You didn’t want to finish either sentence because you knew that there was a chance Alexia would answer in the worst way possible.

“You told me you’re mine and now I’m telling you that I’m yours Y/N, there is nobody else out there for me. That much I know is true”

“I was hoping you’d say something like that” 

The woman laid back down in your arms and remained quiet. It took a couple of minutes for you to realise it was because she had fallen asleep, clearly exhausted by the nights events.

The smile that tugs on your lips is out of your control. It seemed to be a theme with Alexia. She had all the control, all the power and held all the cards. You didn’t have a choice in falling for her, nor did you have a choice when she became the highlight of your day. Her company is the one your crave for. For Alexia you let your heart lead and it lead you to her.

[wakasaz]

My mind is filled with Waka being a brat tamer🤭

𐙚 Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x fem!reader

𐙚 CW: Dom waka, brat reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, slapping, pet names, jealousy, mean Waka

𐙚 18+ MDNI [n]sfw

𐙚 Word Count: 1.1k

𐙚AN: not proof read.

𐙚 To say Waka was shocked you were less than thrilled to see him at your door was an understatement. “What? Not happy to see me darlin’?” You roll your eyes “Don’t call me that” Wakas eyes widen slightly. Usually you love whatever pet name he calls you. You turn and walk into your apartment leaving the door open so he can follow.

𐙚 You haven’t seen each other in a few weeks and if he knew that he it would cause you to have attitude with him he would of came to see you sooner.

𐙚 You and Wakasa have a simple arrangement. When he shows up or calls you know its to fuck. He never contacts you for anything else. You’re fine with this. You get free sex and sex with Waka is always good but today you are not in the mood to see him. You’ve been pissy since you woke up. Everything that could go bad today did and you are just ready to crawl in bed and forget about it.

𐙚 You ignore him as he talks to you, rolling your eyes every few words. He asked you something. You weren’t listening so you just clicked your tongue and turned your head away from him.

𐙚 Before you can even register what is going on your back connects to the wall and Waka has his hand around your throat, he is so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m tired of the fucking attitude. Now are you going to let me fuck this tight pussy or am I going to have to find some other bitch to get me off?”

𐙚 Your eyes widen slightly before going back to normal. You chuckle, smirking at him. “You find one of your other bitches then, not like you can fuck me goodenough anyway.”

𐙚 Wakasa lets out a growl before his mouth is on your in a heated kiss. You feel him squeeze your neck. Not tight enough to hurt you but enough to cut off air for a second. His tongue slips in your mouth and you fight for dominance but he wins when he squeezes your neck again. You let a moan slip past your lips and he smirks against you.

𐙚 He pulls you from the wall walking backwards towards your bedroom. Once inside he pushes you down on the bed standing over you readjusting himself. “You going to be a good girl and suck my cock?”

𐙚 “I’ll bite it” “no you won't. Not if you want to come too” He tells you to strip. You roll your eyes at him but can’t ignore the way it made your pussy clench. “Take them off yourself” Waka tilts his head to the side and smirks down at you “Still wanna be a brat I see” he says while running his hand up your bare thigh stopping right at the bottom of your skirt. “That's fine” his hand slides high fingers under your skirt “I only really need one thing off” he says as he strokes your clothed pussy before pushing your panties to the side and finding your clit.

𐙚 You bite your lip trying to hold back a moan when he adds more pressure and speeds up his movements. He pokes a finger at your entrance feeling how wet you are. He groans at the feeling. “Soaked and just from a little petting” he mocks. You harden your gaze at him glaring. He chuckles before shoving his finger in starting slow but building his pace, curling his finger at just the right spot. “You going to be my good girl now?” He adds a second finger this time no matter how hard you bite your lip a moan falls from you. “There she is”

𐙚 Your legs are shaking, your biting your lip so hard you can taste blood when an idea pops into your head. “Omi fingers me better” All movements stop. You want to whine at the loss of pleasure but your pride won’t let you. “What did you just say, princess?”

𐙚 “I said Omi fingers me better. He has thicker and longer fingers than you. Now that I think about it he fucks me better too.”

𐙚 “That so” He says through gritted teeth before he grabs your hips flipping you over on all fours. “Ass up” he pushes your face into the mattress, flipping your skirt over your plump ass before delivering a hard slap. “You wanna be a whore, I’ll fuck you like a whore” He grips your panties pushing them to the side as he frees himself from his pants hissing as the cool air hits him.

𐙚 “Your going to take my cock like a good girl and your going to thank me for it” He shoves himself into you, no warning, no time to adjust as he starts a brutal pace. He’s gripping your hips so hard you know it’s going to bruise but you don’t care it feels so good. Waka has never fucked you hard. It’s always been sweet, almost loving. If you didn’t know Waka better you’d think he was in love with you.

𐙚 “Take it” he says as his fingers find your clit. “Your going to come on my cock and milk me for everything I’ve got” you moan into the bed, hands balling into fists, clenching the sheets. You're so full. It’s been so long since he visited you forgot how well he fills you up.

𐙚 You feel your release building. Your moaning and drooling into the mattress when everything stops. Waka is shallowly thrusting into you and his fingers are off of you. “No” you whine “Your going to beg if you want to come. Beg like a bitch in heat.” your pride doesn’t want you to. If you had more willpower you wouldn’t but fuck you were right there. “Please” “You can do better than that” he says delivering a hash thrust than going back to shallow

𐙚 “Please waka, please let me come. Let me milk your cock, fill me up like I’m your little slut, just please let me come” You beg tears rolling down your cheeks as you cry into the sheets pray he gives you your release.

𐙚 “That's more like it” his fingers are on you again and his fast deep thrust are back. “Come” He demands. You’re moaning and scream his name repeating it like it's the only word you know. Probably because right now it is. Your legs are shaking as your release washes over you. The feeling of you clenching his cock is enough to push him over the edge. He fills you up telling you to take it all like the good girl he knows you are.

𐙚 You both lay there catching your breath when Waka walks away. He comes back a few minutes later, picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom, stripping you of your clothes. He lays you down in a warm bath rubbing your back, working out any knots. He kisses you “See you are my good girl”

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 6

pairing: shapeshifter!maria hill x fem!reader

summary: someone flirts with you and maria can’t tolerate it.

warnings: pet play!!!, smut!!!, maria has a penis, blowjob, slapping, dirty talk, swearing, praising, addressing reader as “mutt, puppy, bitch”, not proofread, if anything else - let me know and I’ll add it

word count: 1.8k

an: this was short and so is my free time these days, I hate work and ughh, so sorry I’ve been inactive my life is just falling apart rn, so enjoy this smut <3 thank you for all the support! 💕

(Italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky seasons and be safe!

"What is a pretty girl like you doing here alone?" A blonde lady asks you.

"Oh, I´m not here alone, my girlfriend is just in the bathroom," you smile at the girl, who is curently too close to your liking.

"Well if she´s in the bathroom, then we can have some fun, before she comes back." The girl touches your hand.

"Oh, no. No, thank you." You take a step away from her.

"Come on, don´t make a big deal out of it. Just a little fun, it won´t hurt you."

Before you can say anything, you feel a hand on your waist, that squeezes you very tightly. You know who it was, even if you were in a coma, you would recognize the touch.

"She said no, so get lost before you gonna get hurt." Maria says firmly as she dugs her nails into your sides.

"You are the girlfriend?" The blonde lady tilts her head and chuckles at Maria´s words.

The next thing you see is your girflriend basically dragging you out of the bar and the blonde girl on the ground with bloody face. To be honest she was asking for it, no is a no and that´s it. And you said it many times, so you are not really sorry for her.

"I can´t believe you." Maria mumbles as she opens the door for you, something she always did.

Early in your dating you once opened your door and she made you go back inside the car, so she could open the door for you, since that... you never open the door.

"You can´t be two minutes alone, god. You just have to be whoring yourself out, huh?" Maria finally looks at you. You sit in the car, not knowing what to say to her. "You´re not gonna say anything?" She slams the door and sits in the driver seat.

"I wasn´t whoring myself out-" you try to explan.

"Oh you weren´t? Look at you, you´re tits are basically out, you have this look in your eyes that says you wanna be fucked-" Maria scoffs, "I can´t believe you, honestly. You want the attention, right? You´re just so fucking needy, you can´t be a second without someone wanting you!" Maria starts the car and the rest of the ride was silent, the engine's gentle hum is the only sound breaking the silence that surrounds you both.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Maria's hands on the steering wheel, her knuckles white with frustration. Her jaw is set, and her brows are furrowed in a deep scowl. You steal a quick glance at her, but her gaze is fixed firmly on the passing scenery, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.

You are screwed.

The radio remains off, a stark contrast to the usual joyful flirty conversations or catchy tunes that fill the air during your car rides. The world outside blurs as you both stew in your own thoughts, the miles passing.

Every so often, you look at her, the anger in the air grows so thick that you can practically taste it. You feel a weight in your chest, an ache of regret, and the unspoken words hang heavy between you. You consider breaking the silence, but Maria's demeanor warns you to stay quiet.

As the car finally pulls into the driveway, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that the car ride has come to an end. However, the tension between you and Maria remains as thick as ever. She opens the door and then comes to your side, doing the same as always. Both of you make your way into the house.

Once inside, Maria turns to you, her anger still very visible. Her voice is sharp and cold as she says, "Go to the bedroom." Her words hang in the air, heavy and laced with authority.

Nervousness washes over you as you obey her command, knowing that this is far from over. You make your way to the bedroom, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence in the house is broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the distant noice of Maria´s action in the kitchen.

As you enter the bedroom, you can't help but wonder what will happen next. The tension in the air is almost unbearable, and you know that a storm is brewing.

Maria enters the bedroom, her expression still heavy with anger. She takes a deep breath and finally speaks, her voice tight and controlled. "We need to talk."

You nod, a lump forming in your throat as you prepare yourself for the conversation you've been dreading.

"Your behavior was unacceptable, and it embarrassed me. It´s just... I´ve spent so many weeks on training you and yet it was all for nothing." Maria speaks firmly.

You lower your gaze, feeling a sense of remorse for your actions.

Maria looks at you with this drive in her eyes. "I don't want to hear any apologies, not in words at least. I want you to show me that you're truly sorry."

You meet Maria's gaze, not really knowing if you´re alowed to say anything.

"You need to prove that you´ve learnt something. I need to see that you respect me, our relationship, and our rules." Maria firmly says.

The weight of her words sinks in, and you know that regaining her trust won't be easy, but it's something you're willing to work for. You´re staying quiet.

"You are allowed to talk, speak mutt." She is proud of you for following one of the rules.

You nod, "I understand, Maria. I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I´m sorry."

"Good. Then we'll start with the learning again, and you'll have to earn back my trust." Maria says while moving closer to you.

As you watch her, you know that actions will indeed speak louder than words.

"Strip and take on your collar. You´ll be sleeping in your kennel tonight-" her words make you protest.

"But-" You whine, but she slaps you.

"You were saying something, mutt?" Maria holds your chin with a strong grip, her nails digging into your face.

Shaking your head quickly, was your only answer. It was some time, since you´ve slept in the kennel. When Maria met you, she knew you would be her good puppy, that she will train no matter what... and she did.

You were always so good for her, some punishments in the early days, but now? You were her precious little puppy, who did everything perfectly and you got rewarded for it. So it was a win win situation, till now.

You didn´t want to make her even more mad, so you did as you were told and got naked, took your collar and kneeled next to the bed. There was no chance she would let you on the bed right now.

Maria smiles as she watches you thinking in your head, what you can and cannot do. "Good, puppy. See? It´s not that hard to be good."

You didn´t do anything wrong today, at all, both of you know it, but Maria loves this type of game, and she knows very well, that you will play it too.

"I was thinking, mutt. Maybe you should get a little reminder, who owns you, because I feel like your little brain is too occupied with the thought of being fucked," she grabs your hair. "That you don´t care who will be the one fucking you." Maria yanks your hair and whispers in your ear, "I bet you´re dripping already."

You take a deep breath, as you know that tonight will be along one.

Maria´s hands cups your pussy. "Of course you are. You´re such a bitch in heat, you would let her take you there, right on the bar, right?" She´s mad mad right now.

"NO! I wouldn´t!" You know you don´t have the permission to talk, but you need to now, you need to show Maria, that you didn´t care about that girl. "I didn´t care about her, only you!"

"You´re forgetting who owns you, you´re forgetting your rules, I´m spoiling you too much now..." Maria slaps you again. "I can see it now, you´re a spoiled bitch." She sighs. "I don´t think I gave you permission to speak. So... use your mouth for better use."

As you try to take Maria´s pants off, you notice that she´s packing, you didn´t notice that before the club, maybe she took it right after you came back home.

But when you take off her pants you notice that it´s not a strap, it´s a real dick. Your eyes widen at that sight. But you didn’t have time to think about it into the depths.

"Go on, suck." Maria brngs your head to her crotch and you immedietly open your mouth.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Maria letting out her moans. You tease her a little with your tongue and she immediately responds by pushing your head further to her, your nose hitting her lower belly.

You make eye contact with her, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold her in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show her you can do it, so you dive back in, making her moan louder this time.

You can feel her twitch inside your mouth, she is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Maria go feral. "Fuck- just like that, puppy." You moan against her, which sends shivers up and down her spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You want to show her, that you are hers and only hers, you move closer to her, her dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to her balls, playing with them which makes Maria cum righ away.

Keeping still so she send her full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good puppy you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Maria says out of breath.

You lick her clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Maria. One of her fingers finding your chin and she wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into her mouth and tasting herself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." She makes you stand up. "Oh look at that mess you made!" You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "I guess we gonna have way more fun with this ability."

"But- how did you?" You tilt your head, moving your hand to where her dick was a few moments ago, but now it´s just her wet pussy.

"I´ve trained my skills, something you should do too, puppy. So go to your kennel and I´ll think about letting you cum next week."

Maria was harsh, but the orgasms she gives you are worth the wait.

Hehe thank you for reading!:)

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Wake Me Up Inside

18+ MINORS DNI for Smut and Smut Talk.

A/N: I wasn't originally going to add smut because it's not my strong suit, but then I really liked how I wrote it, so here we are. It's only a little bit.

Eddie is a bisexual who just doesn't know it yet. . . not until after he dies. When he awoke, he was alone the Upside Down, and he definitely felt different. Every emotion was heightened along with his senses. He knew that he had died. He had watched Dustin weep over him. Dustin. The first emotion he felt was guilt. Oh God, the poor kid. What did he do? Oh, he wasn't supposed to do anything stupid. That's what Steve said. Steve. Well, actually, he said don't be cute. He was talking to Eddie. He didn't want Eddie to do anything cute, implying that he thought that Eddie had done cute things before. Why did that thought make him want to giggle?

Oh God, now all he could think about was Steve. The image of Steve wearing his vest popped into his head as well as Steve ripping off his sweater and throwing at him. The look Steve gave him just as Eddie called out his name. Had Steve wanted Eddie to kiss him? Did Eddie want to kiss him? Yeah, Eddie wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him badly. Well, not badly. Goodly. No, that's not a word. He wanted to hold his hand and write a song about him. Ugh, did he want to be Steve’s boyfriend? He never wanted to be anyone's boyfriend before, even when he was with Paige. He did get close with her. Eddie frowned. There was another voice in the back of his head trying to get through to him.

"I am dealing with something here! Go away!" Eddie shrieked.

The voice faded away. Eddie pulled himself off of the ground and started walking towards the trailer. He frowned at the gate that was definitely bigger than it was before. It was going to be a bitch to get out of. As he was crawling out of the gate, the voice returned.

"Edward. . ."

"Oh my God! What the hell do you want?" Eddie asked.

"You. . ."

"Sorry, man, this ass is about to be taken. . .hopefully. Find someone else," Eddie said.

The voice was gone again. Eddie sighed with relief as he climbed out of the Upside Down. He looked up and frowned at the dark, red sky of Hawkins. Fuck. He started walking in the direction he felt that Steve was. As he was walking, a figure blocked his path. It was a fleshy, tentacled man with no hair and long claws. Eddie sighed.

"I'm guessing you're Vecna," he said.

"That is what you've been calling," he nodded. "You've been ignoring me, Edward. I don't like it."

"Well, I'm sorry that you're such a pathetic needy bitch but that's not my problem," Eddie said. "I've got somewhere that I need to be."

"I want you to join me," Vecna said.

"Look, I'm flattered, but just because I just started to realize that I might not be straight doesn't give you a free pass to hit on me," he said and looked him up and down. "Especially in that get up."

"I am not hitting on you," Vecna frowned.

"Well, I don't know! I'm new to this!" Eddie frowned and looked into his head. "Hey, wait a minute! You're the reason that Max won't wake up! Wait, you put Max into a coma! Fuck you, definitely not interested! Stop it!"

He went into Vecna's head again. He's not sure how he was doing this or why he had been so quick to break Vecna's connection with Max, but he did it.

"How did you do that?" Vecna asked. "It doesn't matter. We can do great things together."

"Nope! Okay, this is taking way too long," Eddie sighed.

He grabbed his head and tore it from his body. Vecna's lifeless body dropped the ground. Eddie sighed and tucked his head under his arm.

"You'll get this back when I say you can," he said, stepping over his body. "Although, I don't think that's going to be possible."

Eddie continued walking until he had made it to what he assumed was Steve’s house. He had never been here before. Eddie frowned. It was kind of ugly looking and unnecessarily big. He leaned down and extended one of his nails to pick the lock. He was successful.

"Nice," Eddie said as they slid back to normal.

He walked into the house, following Steve’s scent all the way to his bedroom. Steve was lying in bed, sleeping fitfully. His brow was furrowed.

"Eddie," he whimpered.

Eddie set Vecna's head onto Steve’s nightstand and sighed. He began to stroke Steve’s face gently, smiling when Steve started to relax. That's when Eddie caught a whiff of himself. Ew. He needed to take a shower before he crawled into bed with Steve. He quickly grabbed some clothes and went to the ensuite bathroom. He quickly stripped and stepped into the shower, hoping he didn't wake Steve. It was too much to hope for. He had just finished washing up when he heard Steve scream. He turned off the shower and rushed into the room, completely forgetting a towel. Steve was awake, sitting up in bed and staring at Vecna's head. When Steve saw Eddie he screamed again.

"What?! Oh, yeah. I should probably get rid of that," Eddie said. "I killed Vecna on my way over here."

"You're alive?!" Steve shrieked.

"Oh. Yeah. That too," he said, putting his hands on his naked waist. "I'm alive. Again!"

Eddie grinned at Steve and threw himself at him, hugging him tightly. Steve squeaked, dropping the sheet and revealing the fact that he was a briefs man who slept in his underwear.

"Am I dreaming?" Steve asked.

"That depends on what kind of dreams you have about me, Stevie," Eddie whispered in his ear, grinning when he felt him shutter.

Suddenly, the house began to shake, and Eddie fell backward onto the bed, pulling Steve on top of him.

"What was that?" Steve asked.

"Oh. That was probably the gate closing," Eddie said and then paused. "Steve? I'm definitely not straight."

Steve looked down on him, suddenly aware of how close they were, and Eddie enjoyed watching the way his cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, me neither," Steve said.

Eddie flipped them until it was Steve that was underneath him. He crashed his lips to Steve, smiling when Steve kissed him back immediately. Eddie broke the kiss and started kissing his neck. He moved his kisses, his lips moving down Steve’s stomach until they reached the elastic of Steve’s underwear. He dug a finger inside the underwear, pulling back the elastic and letting it snap against Steve’s skin.

"It's a shame that I'm the only one naked here," Eddie said.

"Do something about it then," Steve said, his eyes dark.

Eddie's fangs slid out and bit down on the underwear, quickly tearing it off with his teeth. Steve gasped and bucked his hips. He raised a hand and pressed his thumb into Eddie's mouth to feel his fangs. He hissed when he cut his thumb on the sharp tooth. Eddie growled as he tasted Steve’s blood. He wrapped his lips around Steve’s thumb and started to suck, remaining eye contact with Steve.

"Please," Steve whimpered.

"What?"

"Fuck me."

"Okay."

It was all happening so fast, but Eddie didn't really care. He was quick to fuck Steve, almost forgoing the lube in his haste to get inside of him. Once he did, though he was fucking into Steve roughly. He growled as he snapped his hips, the sounds of skin slapping against each other, and Steve's euphoroc screams filled the air. It was animalistic, the whole thing. Steve was hanging on for dear life. His legs were hooked around Eddie's, and his nails dug so hard into Eddie's back that it drew blood. Steve was screaming Eddie's name, spurring him on. He could tell when Steve was about to cum and as he did, Eddie bit into his neck, enjoying the way his blood tasted when Steve was so high on Eddie. He could hear and feel himself in Steve's head. It was all he was thinking about in every corner of his mind.

Eddie. Eddie. Oh, Eddie. Fuck, Eddie!

Eddie remained inside of him for a moment, long after he spilled inside of Steve. He pulled his fangs out, though, licking the wound with his tongue. He watched with interest as the wound closed. Finally, Eddie pulled out of him with a loud pop. He rolled out of bed and grabbed a rag. He cleaned them both up and shot the rag into the hamper like it was a basketball. He crawled back into bed and pulled a sleepy, naked Steve into his arms.

"Get some sleep," he whispered.

"I don't want to wake up and find out it was all a dream," Steve whispered back.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart, I'll still be here," Eddie said.

They both woke up the next morning to a woman's scream. Eddie's eyes snapped open to find Robin staring at him in shock. There was a thundering of footsteps, and Hopper burst through the door. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

"You're alive?!" Hopper asked.

"Apparently, so are you," Eddie scoffed.

He realized they were both naked, having kicked off the covers during the night. He grabbed the sheet and quickly threw it over both of them.

"I was told you were dead," Hopper frowned, and then his eyes wondered over to Vecna's head. "Jesus."

"No, Eddie," he grinned. "No, I killed Vecna on the way over here last night. I think he was trying to get me to join him. Oh, I also think I might have woke Red from her coma."

"You did?" Steve asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, he did. She's awake. The gates are closed, and the skies are clear," Robin said. "We came over here to check on you and tell you that. Why weren't answering your phone?"

"I didn't hear it. I guess I was really tired," Steve blushed. "I'm surprised Eddie didn't hear it."

"Oh, I did, but every time I spoke on the phone, Dustin would start crying," Eddie said.

"That's why he was crying? We thought Vecna got you," Robin said. "Scared the shit out of us, especially when El couldn't see you with her powers."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Steve asked Eddie.

"You looked so cute when you were sleeping," Eddie cooed.

"Okay, as great as this is. . .how the hell are you alive?" Hopper asked.

"I think that the demobats turned me into a vampire," Eddie said with a shrug. "I'm good, though. I don't want to kill people."

"It's true, he could have killed me when he drank my blood last night, but he didn't," Steve shrugged.

"Everything about me is just heightened, including my morals. My first thought when I woke up was of Dustin and how guilty I felt that the kid had to watch me die. I was overwhelmed by it. I wanted to stick to the plan, but I also wanted to buy you guys more time. I didn't want to run away anymore. I didn't want to be a coward. Then I thought about Steve, and it was all Steve. It was how I felt about him, how I realized that it clearly wasn't just girls that I liked, and then I had to get to you. To tell you that I wanted to write songs about you and how I wanted to be your boyfriend," Eddie said, now talking to Steve.

"You wanted to write songs about me?" Steve asked shyly.

"Yeah," Eddie said, and Steve kissed his cheek.

"Continue. . .boyfriend," Steve grinned.

"Wait, wait, so you woke up, and then you woke up?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Eddie said.

"Okay, just checking. Continue," Robin said.

"Anyway, I wasn't focused on the voice in my head. The dude kept talking to me, and when he wouldn't leave me alone, I killed him. I had to get to Steve, and this dude was getting in my way," Eddie said.

"So, you were so filled with lust and feelings for my best friend that you were able to just take off Vecna's head," Robin said.

"It wasn't that hard, actually. It just popped right off," Eddie said.

"Jeeze. I would be careful with letting this guy give you a helping hand, Steve," Robin said and mimed a hand job.

Steve and Eddie snorted with laughter. Hopper groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Toss me the head. I'll dispose of it for you," Hopper said.

Eddie grabbed it and tossed it at Hopper. He quickly left the room with it.

"Poor guy, I don't think he can handle being around young adults with no boundaries," Robin grinned and plopped down on the foot of the bed. "So, tell me all about your new boyfriend, Steve."

"Well, we haven't cleaned the sheets yet," Steve grinned.

"Gah!" Robin jumped and started walking out the door. "I'm leaving!"

"Okay, I guess there are some boundaries," Eddie grinned.

Eventually, they managed to pull themselves away from the bed and got dressed before walking downstairs. Robin was sitting on the counter, swinging her legs as she ate a bowl of cereal.

"Hopper went to pick up some stuff," Robin said.

Just as Robin was about to take another bite, Eddie dove in and took it. Robin hissed at him.

"Yeah! I can still eat regular food," Eddie cheered as he swallowed.

"Steve, I hate your boyfriend," Robin said.

The front door opened, and they all heard the sound of someone running right before Dustin skidded into the kitchen. He burst into tears and threw his arms around Eddie's waist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry that we just left you there," Dustin sobbed.

"Man, I was dead. I was actually dead. You had no choice but to leave. I'm sorry that you had to watch me die. You shouldn't have had to watch that. I was trying to be a stupid hero," Eddie said.

"Steve told you not to be cute!" Dustin exclaimed glaring at him and wiping his nose.

"Well, Steve knows exactly how hard that is for me," Eddie said, flashing his dimples.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"What? Oh, hold on," Eddie moved to whisper to Steve. "Are we telling people?"

"If you want to tell him, then you can," Steve whispered back.

The door burst open once again before Eddie could say anything else, and Wayne came barreling into the kitchen. Eddie let out a broken sob and threw himself in his uncle's arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Eddie sobbed.

"You're alive. That's all that matters," Wayne said.

"Well, undead, technically," Eddie said.

"What?" Wayne asked, pulling back.

"I'm a vampire now," Eddie said, flashing his fangs.

Wayne sniffled and shook his head, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You're still my boy," Wayne said.

Eddie hugged him again, holding onto him tightly. Dustin let out another sob and hugged them both. Eddie looked down at him surprise.

"It's okay," Dustin sniffled. "We're sort of family. As it turns out, your uncle used to sleep with my mother."

Eddie laughed and broke away from the hug. He leaned against the counter as his body shook with laughter. Once he calmed down, he moved back over to Steve.

"Uncle Wayne, I'd like you to meet Steve Harrington," Eddie said, pausing. "He's my boyfriend."

"What?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"As of last night. As it turns out, I'm bisexual," Eddie said proudly.

"You're still my boy," Wayne said softly.

"Really? So, you're okay with this?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah. If I'm okay with you being a vampire, I'm more than okay with you having a boyfriend," Wayne replied. "Besides, I would be a hypocrite."

"Wait, what?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I also used to sleep with Dustin's daddy," Wayne said. "I don't really label myself. I like to keep people guessing."

"What?!" Dustin shrieked.

"Yeah, it was before he died, and before they first moved out of Hawkins," Wayne said.

"Oh my god!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Don't worry, it was way before you were born," Wayne said. "You're too much like Walt for there to be any doubt that you're his son."

"That's not what I'm worried about, not that there would be anything wrong with you being my father. I'm just wondering how many more Munsons there are sleeping with the people I love?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Well, my dad's still on the loose," Eddie grinned.

"Poor little guy, that's a lot of information to throw at him," Robin said as she hopped off of the counter. "You want Auntie Robin to put you down for a nap?"

"Yeah, I think that would be good," Dustin said. "And I'm not a baby!"

"Sure, you're not, big guy," Robin said.

She put an arm around him and dragged him out of the kitchen.

"What's that about?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, Robin has money on Dustin accidentally becoming rich," Steve replied.

"He make you happy, son?" Wayne asked.

"The happiest," Eddie said and kissed Steve.

As Eddie stood in the kitchen with his boyfriend and his uncle, he was very happy. They still had a lot of stuff to figure out and a town to clean up, but Eddie knew as long as they did it together, he knew they could get through it.

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Back In Your Arms Again

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter X Fem!Reader

[Summary]: You glanced at Tara, realizing the situation only when you saw Chad only in his shirt and underwear  while looking down. You nodded. “I…I live here now, so..” You trailed off before roughly walking through them, dropping Your bag beside the empty bed. “But… I see you’re busy, so I think I’m gonna go..”

[Warnings]: nothing really, it's sooooooooo short but at least it's something, my writing

A/N: God, I've been so busy. But I'll try to stop finding excuses and write more!

You honestly never thought you’d see her again. Not after what happened. But here you were, standing in front of the door to your dorm. A name was already on it just above yours.

Tara Carpenter

Your stomach tightened as a lump began to form in your throat the longer you stared at it. After a while, you lifted your hand, ready to open the door to hell but it suddenly opened. 

“Yeah, I-” Tara stopped dead in her tracks and her words died in her throat when she saw you.

“Tara.” You breathed out, her name was like venom on your tongue.

“Y/N” Her voice was much softer than yours, her eyes, too.

“Tar-?” Chad’s loud voice echoed down the empty hallway as he appeared behind Tara and you looked up at him. “Oh, shi-” He cleared his throat. “Y/N. Hi. Wh-what’s up?”

You glanced at Tara, realizing the situation only when you saw Chad only in his shirt and underwear  while looking down. You nodded. “I…I live here now, so..” YOu trailed off before roughly walking through them, dropping your bag beside the empty bed. “But… I see you’re busy, so I think I’m gonna go..”

“W-wait, Y/N” Tara’s voice makes you stop right away. “Wh..what happened with your old dorm?”

“None of your business, Carpenter” And with that, you walked out of the dorm room, the door slamming behind you forcefully.

“AN-and I can’t believe it! Like how? And that douchebag, Chad was there, too! In his fucking underwear and a shirt!” You sighed in frustration, waving your piece of fry around as you talked angrily. Zhanna, your life-long best friend, was looking at you with a concerned face until you finished talking and she reached for your hand, holding it still. 

“Hey, hey, I..know that this is definitely the worst thing that could've happened right now, but it is going to be fine. I’ll be here. Always. And I told you, you can come live in my apartment” Zhanna smiled warmly at you. 

“I know, but I don’t wanna disturb you, Andrei and Bao. That’s already too many people, might I add.”

“You won’t! They are happy with it too” Zhanna bit her lip, some of her blonde hair fell in front of her face. She let go of your hand and pushed the strands of hair back behind her ears, also pushing her light purple glasses further up her nose. 

“Yes, because you guys are too good people.” You giggled,  getting up from your booth at the  best restaurant near Zhanna’s apartment, The Flavour Club. It serves the best coffee and pizza. Odd combo but still good. Zhanna sighed before getting up after you, throwing some money on the table and walking out after you. 

“And, it’s either having to hear my best friend and her partners banging or having to hear my ex girlfriend and ex best friend banging.” You grumple, throwing a paper napkin into a trash can that you walked by.

“Oh, hey now, I was your best friend wayyy before that jerk.” Zhanna frowned.

“I know, but he was like my brother until….” You trailed off and Zhanna’s face softened, taking your hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

“And if you -and I know you do- want some more time to think about moving in with us, then feel free to do so.” Your hands swung back and front as you walked, your fingers still interlocked. You nod softly. “And I already told you to get over that bitch.”

You frowned and bit the inside of your cheek. “She’s not a bitch. Don’t call her that” You mumbled under your breath. 

Zhanna stopped suddenly. “What was that? What did you say?” You knew she knew exactly what you said.

“Nothing”

“Right”

A/N: Also it's not proof-read sooo

[tryxellot]

dude dude dude

i NEED vance hopper x male reader fluff(?) one-shot. like yeah, vance is a mean, aggressive guy, but m!reader??? dude might actually be worse😟 so like mean x meaner ship dynamic.. with them it's constant bickering, arguments that evolve into 'playful' (?) fighting. vance has an attitude that m!reader can deal with EXQUISITELY. they act like they hate each other, talking shit about one another every hour of the day (neither of them can shut up about the other.)

i need vance to be SWOONING yet hating it at the same time, y'know what I mean??? pls thank u

Hey :), thanks for being my first request, sorry that it took so long but I’ve had a lot of work w my ice hockey shit and stuff. Anywho, I tried to create a perfect one shot for you, I hope it’s gonna be good enough (?¿), if you want me to edit or add something, feel free to tell me to.

“𝓤𝓷𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝔂” 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓮𝓼.

— It was Friday. Yay. Finally, the end of the school week. Which of course you had a nice routine to fulfill after every school day; head to the grabngo. But almost everytime, you had got out with leaving a “conversation” with motherfucking Hopper behind. Well, yesterday you didn’t. That was a surprise. Quite a big one for sure.

— You walked into the grabngo after school, your bag swung over your shoulder. And to no one’s surprise, you saw Vance playing his pinball machine. This time he was alone. You decided to go up to him and speak to him.

— “Hey, Hopper. Where are all of your friends? Huh?” You taunted playfully. “..shut the fuck up, dumbshit. You’re gonna make me lose my score.” He muttered almost quietly. You looked over his shoulder at the pinball score board, and whistled lowly. “Damn, you’re gonna beat your high score…” you mumbled, “of course I will, dickweed. I said i would.” Vance sneered in response, not taking his eyes off of the pinball machine he was practically addicted to. You hummed and looked around, then noticed two boys messing around. One of them almost bumped into the pinball machine, but you just in time pushed him off.

— “hey, what the fuck?” The boy turned around, his eyes staring daggers at you. “Go mess on the playground or something, fag.” You pushed past them. While you did, you walked past the aisles and picked out your favorite snack and some drink. As you went to pay, you saw Vance angrily kick the pinball machine. Damn, bro must’ve lost. Again.

—anyway, as you paid, you walked towards Vance. “Loser loses. Loser loses.” You mocked quietly, bumping his shoulder lightly. But in response, he shoved you away harshly. There you go, playfighting. Again. While you two did, you started to giggle as he pushed you even more back, until your back hit the wall. "Ugh... Get off me..." You mumbled as Vance had you pushed against a corner. Vance was bigger and stronger than you, so it wasn't exactly hard for him to do so.

— Vance scoffed, pinning Y/N even harder to the corner. "And what are you going to do if I don't, hm? Gonna whine?" You struggled against Vance's grasp, but you weren't strong enough to really do much. "Shut up, bitch..." you muttered. Vance snickered, keeping you pinned. "What, is that the best you can do? Come on, put up a fight." He shoved you harshly into the wall again and spit on you, before walking off again. You groaned in annoyance, but there’s no denial it made you feel a certain something.

— you got up and wiped your face off. "You're a dickhead.." you mumbled under your breath. Sadly, Vance heard you and immediately turned around. "What was that?" You mumbled back, “Nothing." Vance huffed in response, yet he didn’t seem that annoyed. "Say it again." He threatened lazily, as if he wasn’t even amused anymore. “Just go play your damn pinball.” You responded, and walked past him, giving him a shoulder bump. As you did, he shoved you, and since he was bigger than you, of course you fell. He walked past you, looking down at you while heading to his pinball machine, with a smirk on his face.

[princessbrunette]

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[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´)

i dont have much else to say about myself! uh, ive been writing for a while now. i also do rps! if youd like to do any rps when the listed characters/movies, feel free to let me know! im also happily spoken for by @wrathofthegodsfrontman <3

my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#i speak for the dead ➸ jigsaw legacy au ↪ logan nelson

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar

#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

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[thelargefrye]

HEART PHILOSOPHY … part two

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pairing : yunho x san (background poly ateez x f!reader)

genre : idol au, break up au, hurt / comfort, fluff, eventual happy ending

word count : 622

warnings : language, crying, mentions of the yunho & yn breakup, yunho and san take a bath together, mxm

san and yunho have a heart to heart talk one night, as san tries to get yunho to open up about the breakup.

“do you want to talk about the breakup?”

“there’s nothing to talk about san,” yunho says with a huff as him and san sink into the tub together.

san fits nicely between yunho’s legs as he rests his back against the older male’s chest. its been awhile since san and yunho have done this together and san wants to bask in the warmth and peacefulness for as long as he can.

“i think there is quite a bit to talk about, yuyu,” san says as he draws useless patterns on yunho’s knee. he knows yunho doesn’t want to talk about your breakup, but he knows that it’s something that needs to be done.

“i know you still love y/n,” he starts as he takes yunho’s hand into his. “the love you two have is something that just doesn’t go away as easily as you think,” he adds as he feels yunho give his hand a light squeeze.

“it doesn’t matter if you think our love is strong or whatever. what me and y/n had is over, done, gone. we broke up and you and the others will just have to accept it,” yunho says as he clenches his free hand into a fist.

“y/n still loves you and i know damn well you still feel the same. we still have time for you for talk to her and work it all out, please don’t give up on her. on yourself,” san pleads turning around to look at his boyfriend.

yunho refuses to look san in the eyes, knowing that if he did, he would probably break down and cry. he already feels the tears starting to form and it breaks san’s heart to see his boyfriend this way.

“what i said can’t be taken back,” he says, voice cracking as he leans his back and away from san’s gaze. “i blamed her for causing issues between us when hongjoong was with that bitch and then i brought up the accident. god, what the fuck is wrong with me. if i love her, why did say all that stuff to her?” he questions as he finally lets the tears fall.

san coos at yunho as he reaches over to wipe his tears away. “my precious yuyu, don’t cry, i know your heart hurts but don’t cry. it’s not too late to talk to y/n, just talk to her and tell her how you feel,” he says before he leans over to kiss yunho.

san can still feel yunho's tears wetting both their cheeks and he can't help but feel his heart clench at how distraught his boyfriend is. when san pulls away from the kiss, he rest his forehead against yunho's before he's once again whipping the tears away again.

"i want to make it better," yunho whispers as his arms wrap around san's waist, as if holding on to him will help ground himself. "i love her. i love her, i really do. i love you and the others and i hate what i did... what i said."

"talk to her," san says before pressing a kiss to yunho's nose, "me and the others will help you."

"what if... what if she doesn't want to talk or what if she doesnt-

"hey, hey, hey yuyu, don't talk like that! she does, i promise! everything will be okay, we just have to give her time. she's still hurting. you both need some time okay?"

"okay," yunho sighs as he leans away from san's touch, his head resting against the tiled wall behind him. san can't help smile at his boyfriend before he's also letting out a sigh.

"come on, lets wash up before the water gets cold."

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[morgysfics]

George Russell x Red Bull!driver reader

(Angst + smut(self gratification))

After a double DNF in Monaco with your new found rival George Russell, your friend and Alex's girlfriend, Lily, demands that you need a fun night out. Hestitant at first, you decide to go along with her and some of your coworkers; but your fun night out was about to get very complicated when you find a certain Mercedes driver there too.

"Oh, and here comes Y/L/N! She's heading straight for Russell's P2!"

You push forward even harder than the last lap now; your eyes narrowing at that third turn as you smirk under your helmet. You weren't gonna let this Mercedes pretty boy get the better of you again. Not again.

These were your points.

You bring the car further into the corner this time, the wheels grazing against George's Mercedes. He gives you a quick glance before he pushed you to the inner corner; of course, just like last time, he wanted you to surrender. Give it up. But you couldn't. You wouldn't.

"They're wheel to wheel! One of them will have to give in if they both don't want to crash out! Will the Red Bull driver pass Russell?!"

You shift your own vehicle closer to George now as you pass the corner; the two of you grazing each other's wheels once again. 170MPH. You had the power to overtake him… but it was George. That son of a bitch was the most stubborn man you've come to know on the grid.

"He won't give up! But neither will I."

"Y/N! Don't get too hasty! You can still get P3 without a crash," your strategist called out on your radio in your earpiece.

"Then fuck it."

You pushed DRS on your wheel and managed to barely overtake George before—

"No."

"And they're in the gravel! Oh, my god! They fought too hard and they're out, Crofty, they are out!"

"Did you think Y/N went too far this time, George?" the Sky interviewer asked, more than a few microphones now pointed towards the tall British driver.

"Well," George scoffed, a smirk on his lips. "She can't seem to ever take what she gives out. We both DNF'd, so… Maybe a lesson learned."

"She opted out of the interview with us earlier," the interviewer added. "Do you have anything to say to that or to her?"

George shrugged before shaking his head and taking a drink from his water bottle. "No," he said bluntly. "Nothing I can add to that. Wanna say hopefully she comes around but… There's a fire burning in that one, isn't there?"

"I'll fire you, you asshole!" you groaned before face planting your hotel bed, your phone in your hand beside your head as you grumbled into the sheets. "I'll get P1 next week, you wait!" you exclaimed. "I'll–!"

Your phone then began to ring and vibrate in your hand before pulling yourself up from the mattress and placing the phone to your ear. "Lily?" you muttered. "Hey, aren't you with Alex?"

"Yeah, I am," she replied, you could hear a smile in her voice. "Are you free, Y/N?"

"I'm in the hotel."

"So, you are free? Good! Then, get dressed into something nice. We're gonna go out tonight," she explained.

"Out? After today? I'd rather just–"

"No buts," Lily laughed softly. "Seriously. I'll meet you in the lobby in an hour, okay?"

"...Fine," you sighed. "Is it… just Alex with you?"

"And Charles," she mentioned, your brows raising a little.

"Leclerc," you hummed. "Okay… Okay, fine. An hour."

"An hour." And with that, your friend hung up the phone.

You briefly stared up at the ceiling before letting out a soft sigh. Your fingertips flexed against the bed sheets before you furrowed your brows. The race ended in disaster but you weren't gonna let it ruin your night. Lily was right, I should have fun.

As you shifted yourself from the bed, you pulled your hair out from your ponytail and made your way over to your suitcase. You never really unpacked with each race – you never had the time.

"Night out…" Your hand ran across the few pretty dresses you brought with you for moments like these. Well, not that you expected to crash out in the race, and especially not with George Russell, but you digressed. You were gonna have fun tonight. Regardless of what happened.

Your eyes fell to a pretty burgundy dress at the bottom of the suitcase – picking it up and finally standing up as you held it against yourself. The hem at the bottom was embedded with pretty black jewels that you always admired.

"Okay… Enough sulking," you muttered to yourself before pulling your shirt off over your head and replacing it with the dress.

As the velvety fabric fell over your skin, you walked your way over towards the mirror. The gems caught the light as you twisted your hips, admiring the dress before you reached forward and grabbed at your hair brush(or comb), combing through your locks.

Ding.

Pulling your eyeliner from the small makeup bag, you glanced at your phone on the table.

[MAX: Coming to dance? 👀]

You let out a small scoff before laughing softly to yourself. "Of course Charles told Max…"

After pampering yourself up and glamming your makeup across your face, you picked up your phone and replied to your teammate.

[Y/N: You're up for a party, Verstappen?]

[MAX: Are you?]

[Y/N: Why not. We can celebrate your win.]

[MAX: Is that a hint of sarcasm there? 🤔]

[Y/N: Me? Sarcastic? Never…]

You pushed your phone into your small bag before wrapping the strap over yourself. Grabbing a small jacket, you finally made your way out of your hotel room – closing and locking the door behind you. Maybe, you thought, you'd get laid by a lucky stranger. You deserved some satisfaction after the shitstorm today.

When you made it downstairs, your heels echoed throughout the lobby as your eyes shifted around; attempting to find your friends before your name being called out perked your ears.

"Y/N!"

You turn around to see Lily, Alex and Max at the doorway of the lobby. After exchanging smiles, you made your way over to them, noticing Max's smirk grow a little wider as his blue eyes stayed on you.

"And what's with that look?" you asked him, cocking an eyebrow. Your eyes flickered over his expression, he seemed cocky somehow. More than usual.

"What look?" Max replied, yet that smirk still lingered on his lips.

"Ignore him," Alex laughed softly. "Max is just happy to get drunk with you again."

"Oh, that's it, huh?" you cooed, the four of you now walking out of the hotel and down the street. A few fans called out to you and Max, they were definitely still on the high from the fight and Max's win. You could never ignore them, even if your mind was still clouded by the DNF, you smiled back at the few fans, giving them a small wave.

Max chuckled a little, his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. "What can I say? I'm glad my teammate knows how to have a little fun."

"Daniel wasn't?" you asked, smiling a little now. You were just happy to hang out with your friends.

"Or me?" Alex tried to pout but his smile was too bright to even pretend. Alex got points today in P7, he couldn't be mad right now even if he tried.

"Nooo, that's not what I meant at all," Max replied, cocking his head slightly.

"Speaking of Max's favourites, where's Charles?" you asked, your brows raising a little. Your eyes shifted from your friends to the lights of Monaco, the laughter and music perking your ears as you walked down the streets towards the nightclub.

"He's already there," Lily replied, almost bluntly at that. "Right, guys?"

"Uh, yeah," Alex added, coughing a little.

A confused expression laid on your face for a moment as you looked to your friends. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Nothing– Oh, look!" Alex cooed, grinning as he gestured to the nightclub; there were a few dancers outside wearing 16 styled dresses for the race. Charles did come P2, after all – you were happy for him and Max. You just wished you got that P2. Fucking George.

Your eyes glistened against the bright lights of the nightclub's sign that hung on the building; you couldn't help but smile softly. You were gonna have fun tonight. No more thinking about the crash tonight.

As you and your friends wandered up to the doors of the nightclub, a bouncer stopped the group to which each of you showed off your ID. Even though, you didn't have to.

"Y'know, we shouldn't have to do that every time," Max groaned a little as the four of you walked inside.

"Rules are rules," Alex chimed in.

"Fuck the rules," Max countered with a chuckle.

Brighter flashing lights blinded you for a moment causing you to squint before your eyes finally focused again on your surroundings – shit, the place was absolutely packed. Your eyes shifted from the crowded dance floor to the booths. None you could see were free either. "No tables, guys," you spoke up over the music playing, the bass already thumping in your eardrums and bouncing a little under your feet.

"I'll take care–"

"No need for that," Charles' Monégasque accent perked all of you and the gang's ears, causing you all to turn around. "Hey, guys," he smiled, a drink in hand already.

"There he is," you cooed, smiling back at him.

"No need?" Alex asked. "Did you seriously keep one open?"

Charles chuckled softly, his iconic dimples caressing his handsome face as he nodded with a smile. "I did. Why do you act surprised?"

"What he meant to say was thank you, Charles," you added, laughing a little.

"Babe, I'm gonna get us a drink with Y/N," Lily spoke up now, turning to her boyfriend. "Usual?"

"Usual," Alex replied. "Find us, yeah?" He leaned in and gave Lily a kiss on the corner of her lips before wandering off with Charles.

Max seemed to linger a little, his blue eyes on you for a moment which you noticed. "Sure you wanna be here tonight, Y/N?" he asked, his eyes flickering between yours. A concerned Max Verstappen. Rarity in the flesh.

You paused for a moment before waving your hand towards the other boys and offering your teammate a smile, "Yeah, totally, of course. Don't worry about me, okay? Let's all just have fun. We both did good out there."

Max's eyebrows raised for a moment before biting his bottom lip and nodding. "Yeah," he simply replied before walking off to find Charles and Alex.

You let out a soft sigh as he walked away. You didn't exactly want to rant about what happened in the race – and especially not to Max. He just won and you were all here to finally let the load off.

No more dwelling on the race. At least, not for now. You had Singapore next week to look forward to – one of your favourite street circuits. You always enjoyed how wild it was each year you'd been on it. You smiled to yourself at the thought, determination finding the blood in your veins as you turned on your small heels and made your way over to the bar.

You glanced to your left and right as you drew closer to the bar, your forearms finding the edge.

"Hey," Lily's voice perked up to your right, turning your attention to Lily's soft voice barely over the music playing that was booming from the dancefloor across from the two of you. "I'm glad you took up my offer, y'know."

You smiled kindly to her – how could you ever deny a fun night out with Lily? She'd been your friend ever since she and Alex got together. You were thankful for her and how she always seemed to manage to lighten your mood if your race went bad. "I'm glad you asked, Lil," you replied, your eyes shifting to the barman as he placed two screwdrivers, OJ & Vodka, in front of the two of you. "I was just gonna be bored in my hotel room tonight, anyway."

"...Y/N," she muttered, her brows raising slightly. "Were you watching George's interview?"

You instantly scoffed and shook your head. "What? No– No way. I don't care what that asshole has to say about me."

"You two have been building up some rivalry this season… Did something happen?" She pulled her drink from the bar and put the glass to her lips before taking a small sip. "Alex is hoping it won't last."

"I know George and Alex are practically best friends or whatever and I don't mind at all that Alex sticks by him, I just…" You frowned a little, an almost sigh escaping your lips before taking your own glass. "I know this is what this sport is about. Everyone gets a rival eventually. I just wish it wasn't that damn cocky son of a bitch."

Lily couldn't help but laugh a little as you described your new rival. "Both of you have taken the limelight and you're both wanting to be in it alone. It's okay." She hummed before shaking her head. "Come on. Let's talk about this later, okay? Time to let loose for a bit."

You smiled brightly to your closest friend and nodded, "Yeah. Let's go have fun!"

"I have to give this drink to Alex," Lily spoke up as you both began wandering closer to the dancefloor. "Meet you in there, okay?"

You smiled to your friend before taking a drink from your own glass and nodding. "Of course. Don't be long," you winked to her before she walked away.

You hummed before taking another sip from your drink. You tossed your jacket onto a stool on the side before manoeuvring closer to the people dancing.

Just as you drew to the edge of the dance floor, you felt the alcohol in your glass bounce around before spilling onto the floor and a little down the front of your dress – the sudden cold liquid against your skin made you flinch a little before you groaned, realising someone had bumped into you.

"Watch yourself!" you spoke up, loud enough over the music.

"Looks like we have a knack for this, huh?"

That upper class British accent perked your ears instantly over the French party music, causing your brows to quickly push together as you looked up to the tall man towering over you.

George.

"The hell are you doing here? Causing me more trouble as per usual," you groaned, scoffing at the thought of having to even face him after today's race.

"You?" he asked, his voice filled with sarcasm. You couldn't tell if he was genuinely annoyed or if he was just trying to push your buttons. Either way, it was just making you more infuriated with him. "I'm here with Alex. What? He didn't tell you?"

Your lips parted instantly like you wanted to snap at him but no words seemed to escape – only an annoyed scoff. Whether you believed that or not, you didn't really care. You wanted to forget today even happened. You hoped you could forget George even existed.

"What? You want me to congratulate you or something, Russell?" you scorned him. "Whatever. Do what you want, just don't get in my way."

With that and a scoff from your lips, you pushed past the much taller man and made your way towards the dancefloor.

"I'm here with Alex. What? He didn't tell you?"

You felt your teeth grit in your mouth a little before you let out an annoyed sigh. You knew how close those two were but for God's sake, you at least hoped you wouldn't have had to run into that man. Especially not after today.

"Y/N," Lily perked up as she waved a little to get your attention.

When you saw your friend through the crowd, you made your way over to her. Your scowl was hard to cover up and even so, you couldn't be subtle about it even if you wanted to be.

"Lil," you spoke up over the music, feeling the people around you seem to shift away a little as the crowd seemingly got bigger elsewhere. "You knew Alex was bringing him, didn't you?"

Lily's pink painted lips pursed into a line for a moment before shrugging and shaking her head. "Did you run into him?"

"And lost my damn drink," you groaned.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you. I didn't know you'd run into each other, much less see him," Lily replied. "Forget about the race, okay? We're here to have fun. Just you n' me right now!"

You shifted on your feet a little, trying to shake that feeling off of your shoulders again. The vibrations of the music under your heels, the taste of that orange and vodka still laying on your tongue was reminding you that you were here to have a good time. You were not about to let George Russell of all people ruin it.

You let out a small laugh before shaking your head and begin to move your hips to the music on the speakers. "I'm sorry, Lily. I'm glad you asked me to come. Really."

Lily smiled back at you and offered you the last half of her drink. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" she chuckled as the two of you began to dance a little more now – finally enjoying yourselves in the moment.

You drank the rest of Lily's screwdriver before finally letting loose, the smile you had before today's race was returning to your lips.

"Look at you," Max's Dutch accent chimed in from behind you. "You do know how to celebrate, Y/L/N!"

You turned on your heels and laughed softly, looking up to Max a little as you nodded. "As do you, Verstappen!"

"Charles is at the bar if you wanna get yourself any more of that–" Max stopped before he hummed, flattening his plump lips into a line before speaking again, "Orange juice? What was in it?"

"Vodka," you replied. "What did you have?"

Max leaned down a little and whispered in your ear before your eyes widened, your lips instantly parting.

"You didn't!"

"We gotta live a little, y'know!"

You laughed with Max before pulling your hair over to one shoulder. "I'm gonna get another vodka. Want anything? Either of you?"

"Not for me," Lily replied, still dancing to the French party music.

"Get me another," Max smirked with a wink to you before chuckling.

"Sure thing," you smiled to the two of them before shifting through the crowd.

As you get to the bar, you once again fix your hair before placing your hands on the edge of the wood of the bar. "Sir–" you called out before a Monégaque accent calls to your attention.

"Y/N," Charles smiled to you as the bartender poured a drink out for him. His green eyes linger on you for a moment before speaking up again, "It's nice to see your face. Smiling so much."

Your brows raised quickly as your eyes searched Charles' handsome face for a moment, that small smile you once had seemed to bloom a little brighter now. You had no idea how but this man had a way of charming anyone without even trying. Even you. "Well," you laughed a little. "I can't be upset about what happened today forever. Besides, it wouldn't be fair on Max."

"Or yourself," he added. "You did amazing out there today. I watched yours and George's fight on the onboard. You both pushed good."

"At least it got people excited for a minute," you smiled to him. "Thanks… Charles. Really. Carlos is lucky to have a teammate like you."

Charles' dimples caressed his cheeks when he smiled a little kinder to you. "Ah, well…" he took his glass from the bar and took a drink from it before turning back to you. "Let's keep it strong for next weekend, okay? I believe in you, Y/N."

He tapped the wood of the bar before standing up and beginning to walk away when you called out to him, causing him to turn to you.

"This doesn't mean I'll go easy on you either, Leclerc!"

Charles' brows raised for a moment before he turned away, almost bashful before looking back to you and throwing you a wink. "Oh, never."

You turned away when Charles finally moved over towards the crowd. You couldn't help but smile to yourself – that one sure always did bring that same smile to your face. If you weren't so professional…

"Ma'am?" the bartender perked up, bringing you back to reality as your eyes flickered up to the man.

"Oh!" you cooed. "Uh, one screwdriver again please, and…" Your eyes shifted around for a moment before lowering your tone, "Jägerbomb, please."

"What with it?" the man asked, turning as he began already making your drink.

"N– Not Red Bull."

The man raised an eyebrow at you and sighed before shrugging. He finally poured out the Jägerbomb and placed the drinks onto the wood of the bar.

When you passed him the money, you exchanged the notes in your hand with the glasses. Picking them up and finally manoeuvring towards the dance floor again.

Your eyes drifted to a few lookers in the mass of people, maybe you hoped you'd get lucky with one. Maybe you thought it wasn't a good idea to do that to take your mind off the race but you didn't care as much. You deserved some luck.

"Y/N," Max's dutch accent perked up from behind you, causing you to turn around. "You were discreet, right?"

You laughed softly before handing him his glass, making sure not to tip any of the forbidden drink or alcohol inside. "Secrets don't last forever, Max,' you spoke, offering him a sly smile.

"Maybe," Max replied, his teeth baring a little when he smiled back at you. "Let's have this one last though, yeah?"

"Sure, Mr race winner," you chuckled softly. "Where's Lily?" you asked before taking a drink from your glass.

"Getting soppy with Alex."

"Oh, nice," you groaned sarcastically before smiling. "Not with anyone tonight, Max?"

"Nah. I just wanna party." Max finally took a swig from his glass, downing the whole magic liquid like he'd been thirsty the whole night. "Ah! What'd ya say, Y/L/N?! Feel like partying?"

You felt the music pumping through your body, your eardrums thumping against the bass before you smiled brightly to your team mate. Hell yeah you did. You pulled the glass to your lips before downing a lot yourself, letting out an ah sound after you swallowed it. "Yeah!"

You and Max finally got into the rhythm of the songs, your hips and feet moving in a way that you didn't care who could see you. Your smile felt permanent on your lips now – your mascara coated lashes fluttered open for a moment, a warm feeling in your stomach that felt like home when you noticed Max offering you that same smile. You felt safe.

"D'you want another drink?" Max asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

"Get me a shot," you spoke back to him. "Same one as yours."

"Sure thing."

Your eyes followed Max as he disappeared out of the dance floor – which somehow seemed to get a little more crowded. You noticed but hell, you didn't care. You finally felt yourself let loose. You weren't drunk, far from it. Well, perhaps somewhat tipsy but it was a good buzz in your chest that made you feel–

"Good?"

Your eyes shot open, your feet instantly coming to a halt when you heard that voice again. His voice. No fucking way was he bothering you again.

You finally looked up – you hated that you had to glance that little higher to George than anyone else you associated with. How he wasn't just an asshole rival you were bound to deal with now, but that he was the model of perfection by standards you didn't care for.

"You have gotta be shitting me…" you groaned.

"About what, Y/N?" he asked.

Your eyes drifted to the glass in his hands, his thumb grazing the rim before you stared back up at him. "I'm trying to forget about today and the fact I have to keep seeing your face is ruining that. Just find someone else to–"

"They're watching," George muttered, though his voice was barely breaking through the loud music.

"What?" you hissed, though you were tipsy, you still were very aware of how you felt about this man.

George cleared his throat before shuffling a little closer to you, forcing your eyes to fall even higher to catch his face. "Paparazzi," he confirmed, before gesturing with his thumb to a man with a camera just barely outside of the crowd.

"Shit…" you sighed, an annoyed expression laying on your face now. "What do they want?"

"They probably saw us together earlier," George replied, his dirty ocean eyes on the man with the camera. "He's not being subtle either. Wants us to act out."

"Is that what you were afraid of?" you spoke up again, your eyes on the man behind the crowd now too. "You wanted to warn me?"

"Driver to driver. Common courtesy, no?"

You felt your brows instantly stitch together, who did he think he was? You didn't need to be treated like you weren't PR trained and especially not by George fucking Russell himself.

"I don't need your damn advice," you snapped, a groan falling from your lips. You couldn't believe this.

"Are you sure? You were about to pop off on me before I even mentioned that pap lingering in the shadows."

"You damn–!" You pushed forward, going to shove him away from you when George suddenly grabbed at your wrists; his feet beginning to move and glide across the floor to the music. "What're you…?!"

"Like I said – common courtesy," he looked down at you now, his eyes meeting yours as his hands slowly fell from your wrists to your hands; his fingertips feeling warm in your palms. "You know he's waiting for us to fight, right?"

You felt your teeth grit in your mouth, you hated him, you hated George Russell.

"Then stop giving him such a show." You swiftly pulled your hands away from his, though your slow dancing didn't subside. You just hoped the paparazzi would leave soon. "This is your fault, you know."

"Neither here or there," he replied, a small smirk on his lips. "Look, we should at least pretend to be on good terms for the media. I don't need any extra heat right now."

Your brows furrowed quickly as a scoff leaves your lips before you moved away from him a little. "Heat on you? I'm the one dealing with the stupid interview questions about us!"

"Heat on me," he repeated firmly. "I just got done with the whole thing with your teammate. I'm not backing down from whatever you wanna give me, Fire Starter, but I'm trying to keep it cool for my rep and my team."

"Fuck sake," you groaned, your eyelids fluttering from annoyance. Your eyes stayed on the paparazzi; shifting every now and then as people danced past him. That sneaky bastard had a camera between both hands too. "I think he followed either of us in here…" you sighed.

"Hm," George hummed. "Perhaps he saw us all walk inside. Then again, if he saw us riled up…"

"Quick money," you replied. When your eyes drifted from the man, you glanced up to George for a quick second when you noticed – he was already looking at you. You felt your head jolt back a little and your brows knit together. "Stop looking at me."

"Is this the face you make?" he asked, a layer of curiosity spreading across his face; though somehow he still looked cocky as ever.

"What…?"

"When you wanna overtake me so bad on the track. That the face you make?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Y/N?"

Max's croaky voice barely perked your ears, causing you to turn around and notice your teammate behind you.

"Max," George spoke with a smile across his face. "You good?"

"Uh," Max seemed to buffer for a moment. He had no comprehension of you being seen with George after today – much less dancing with him. A breathy chuckle escaped Max's plump lips, his teeth baring as his attention drifted from the taller man to you. "Yeah, all good."

"All good," you echoed.

"Got the drinks," Max spoke up again, his voice seemingly trying to let loose again. He was tipsy like you, but not drunk. He could tell by your bad poker face that something was amiss. Regardless, he wanted to keep it under wraps just as you were. Surely something was going on for this situation to be happening.

"Thank you, Max," you smiled to him before taking a glass from his hand.

"Oh, and what's that?" George cooed, his ocean eyes on the small drink between your fingers.

Max took a quick swig of his own drink before letting out a satisfied sigh. He smirked as he felt the cold alcohol pass his throat before turning back to George, biting his bottom lip slightly, "Jäger. You drink jäger, George?"

"Hmm," a hum rumbled in George's throat, his lips pursing into a line in thought as he turned to you, both of your eyes locking for a moment. "Yeah. I like jäger."

You noticed George's brows raise a little as you both caught each other's attention. He was trying to play some game with you and you knew it.

"George Russell likes hard liquor?" You scoffed at the thought before finally downing your own shot. You swear you felt that one a little in your nose as it went down but you pushed past it and smiled, a forced one, as you looked back to the much taller man next to you. "Then stop being such a prude and get some."

George let out a soft chuckle, one brow arching even more at your antics. "I've had two shots already," he mewled back at you. "I'd rather wait until we're alone."

"Woah, uh–" Max exclaimed, his lips parting. What the fuck was going on, he thought.

"If we were alone, you'd have more than a damn jäger to swallow, Russell," you snapped, though that fake smile stayed on your lips.

"Oh?" George leaned down a little to your height, though due to his own height, he still lingered over you like a skyscraper. "Tell me all about it, Y/N."

"What the fuck is going on here?" Max finally spoke up, his hands out a little.

"Paparazzi," you spoke up almost instantly, turning to your teammate now. "They… They followed us inside."

George stayed quiet, his eyes on you for a moment as you explained before turning his attention back towards the man with the camera. He hadn't moved at all.

"Media?" Max asked, his brows furrowing slightly. "Fuckin' shit. We should go somewhere else."

"And let them win?" George chimed in. "No."

You sighed, your hands going to your hips. You shook your head, parting your lips to speak when all three of you suddenly jumped back, a rope of alcoholic drink seemed to fly between you and onto the floor.

"Oh, this is not worth it," you snapped, giving George a quick glare.

As you turned to leave, you felt long fingers grab at the top of your arm and pull you back a little. Not enough to make you tumble but enough to take a couple of steps back.

"What–!"

Your eyes widened when you noticed that same spew of drink fly out into the dancefloor again – watching as it hit the ground in front of you.

Your brows furrowed quickly before turning around; noticing George right behind you. With your jaw clenched in your mouth, you parted your lips to speak but your attention was drawn to his own.

"You–"

"Hey!"

Without hesitation, you and George turned to a man calling out from behind. An annoyed expression not subtle on his face at all as he glared up at George a little. "Watch where you're going, shithead!"

It was clear that the man was drunk – having not recognised George in the first place. You were in Monaco after all. Or maybe the man just didn't care.

Either way, he was pissed.

"My apologies," George quickly said, though it sounded a little ingenuine.

"My fuckin' apologies," the man snapped again before shoving George slightly, though George didn't seem to budge much, if not, at all. "Get me a refill for that."

"Get your own refill! You got in the way," you snapped, sneering at the man in front of George.

"You wanna fight, little twerp?!"

The man stepped forward but George held his hand out a little, stopping him from going further.

George's dirty ocean eyes stayed on the man, his voice stern as he spoke up again, "You should leave now."

The man's eyes made contact with yours, causing you to sneer a little more at him. You were not about to deal with this drunken freak. "Asshole," you whispered.

The man chuckled, pulling away a bit before stepping back. "Heh… Okay…"

Suddenly, the man reached his hands out and shoved George to get to you, causing George to bump into you a little when he stepped back.

"Woah, cut that shit out, mate!" Max exclaimed now, his hands out himself as he stopped the man from continuing. "Move the fuck on."

With one more glare and a scoff from the drunkard, he stepped away before moving through the crowd of people.

"One night without any shit would be great," Max sighed. "Y/N, you okay?"

Your attention was glued to George for a moment, Max's voice seemed to pull you away as your eyes flickered to him. "Y– Yeah, I'm good."

"George?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he replied, his palms moving down his shirt a few times to flatten it out again.

"The pap… You don't think…?" you muttered softly, your eyes looking over to where the cameraman once lingered. He was gone. "Shit, he's gone."

"Probably took a photo," George sighed, rolling his eyes a little. "I'll deal with it tomorrow."

"At least it wasn't us," you added, sighing a little relief of your own.

"Well, not you. If you'd just stayed quiet, he probably wouldn't have tried anything more," George countered, his index finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. "Does Red Bull not get all PR training?"

Your attention was glued to George for a moment, Max's voice seemed to pull you away as your eyes flickered to him.

You felt your jaw clench, your nose flaring in frustration. Your shoulders raised a little and stiffened as you stared up at George. Why every time…? He has to one up you every fucking time.

"So, it's my fault?" you snapped.

"Guys," Max spoke up again. "Not again."

"You're right, Max," you laughed a little, though you could almost feel tears pricking your eyes. Hurt? Anger? Whatever it was, you felt a heavy weight lying in your chest now. "He is a fucking princess."

You finally turned on your heels and stormed out through the crowd, pushing some people out of your way as you moved out of the dancefloor. You didn't care. You didn't care at all. And neither did George. You hated him. You hated him.

"Y/N!" Max called out but you ignored it.

You quickly wiped your eyes with your palm as you left the club, the party music now muffled. The sound of your heels clicked across the ground as your quick steps kept you moving. The sound of some people calling out to you only sounded as muffled as the music of the Monaco clubs and parties. You didn't want to hear it. What were they cheering for anyway? You fucking lost.

When all sounds of the music and any fans calling out were finally silenced, so were your heels. You finally stopped in the middle of an empty street. The only sound you could hear were your small sniffles. You hated crying. And the fact you were crying because of that asshole George? It only hurt you more.

"Fuck…" you snapped under your breath.

"Y/N."

Your eyes quickly widened, your lips parting as your jaw dropped. No. No, go away. Go away. Go away—

"Go the fuck away," you barely could raise your voice to sound even remotely intimidating now.

"You sure know how to pick up a pace outside of your car," George's voice perked up.

"I told you to fuck off!" You turned around to him, your tears weren't something you could hold off any longer. No one in your career had ever seen you even shed one. And your rival was going to be the first? Fuck. "What do you want?! We're not in those damn cars right now, so why are you still being such an asshole?!"

"Y/N," George muttered softly, his eyes not leaving yours as his hands stayed in the pockets of his jeans.

"No, you s– shut up!" you exclaimed again, a year escaping your eye and running down your cheek. "Just leave! I don't wanna see your face ever again!"

George let out a soft sigh before he started walking closer to you, "You really are a fire starter. And there's no doubt you have a mouth on you too."

As tears ran down your cheeks, you watched as George was standing in front of you now, your teeth chattering in your mouth a little.

"You talk a lot about not wanting a rival for someone who likes fighting with hers."

You finally pulled your hand back, going to shove him away when you felt his hand palm around your wrist – stopping you from touching him.

Your tears rolled down your face as you stared up at him, your brows stitched together in as many emotions as you've given to a person. Ever.

"Why…?" you muttered, barely breaking above a whisper now. "Why didn't you just let me have it?"

George's brows raised slightly, the hot summer breeze of Monaco caressed both of you, causing goosebumps to flood against your skin in your dress. "Why?" he asked.

Your eyes searched his face – that expression – it was the same from the interview.

"Because that's what me and you are all about now, right? Don't tell me that adrenaline in your veins doesn't make you want to keep doing your best." George's hand flexed around your wrist for a moment before he finally let go, your hand falling to your side again.

"Y/N," George perked up again, causing you to look from the ground to his face once more. "Would you would've let me just have it?"

You felt yourself bite down on the inside of your bottom lip, fighting back words you wish you could've said to this man a thousand times over but somehow… Even if you weren't, you think you'd have nothing to say now he's in front of you.

With the slight breeze brushing against your skin, your eyes glanced out at the ocean to your right. If you felt anything right now, it was drowning in Monaco.

"A little friendly rivalry doesn't have to make us enemies." George spoke up again, a sigh escaping his lips after. "I'm not saying we have to be friends but…"

"God, just… stop talking…" you muttered softly, your eyes closing shut for a moment, still turned away from him as you held onto your arms to try to warm yourself. "You sure love the sound of your own voice… Russell."

You opened your eyes once more before glancing up at him in front of you with a small smile and George offered you the same, a soft chuckle following with it.

"Sound familiar?" he asked.

After a small moment, you felt your smile fade before shaking your head and looking away from him again. "You should go back to the party. One of us should at least be having fun tonight."

George was silent briefly before speaking up again, "...Nah. I think I'm done for the weekend."

"Figures as much," you replied quickly.

George's brow arched a little, his caramel brown locks brushing against his forehead as he tilted his head slightly.

"George Russell doesn't party hard."

A chuckle escaped George's lips, his hands finding his hips as he shook his head. "I can party. Just better without paps in my face."

"Yeah…" you agreed, nodding to him. "What're you gonna do if they took a photo?"

George pursed his lips into a small line before shrugging, "I'll figure it out. It's fine."

You felt like you should apologise, deep down, you know you should've but–

"We should walk back," George spoke up, causing you to turn to him again. "You probably didn't even notice I'm staying at the same hotel as you, huh?"

Your eyes flickered for a moment before widening as you looked to George's face. He was smiling down at you. "Seriously?" you asked.

"Mhm," George hummed. He began walking, finally passing you before stopping and turning back to you. "Let's go before you freeze to death. I don't want to deal with that tonight either."

You scowled at him before following next to him, the two of you finally making your way back to the hotel.

"We should probably buy a place here soon," you spoke up, your eyes glancing to the beautiful buildings and homes of Monaco to your right. The way the moonlight bounced against the aesthetics of this city always made you appreciate this pretty picture every time you were brought back here. "The guys won't stop asking otherwise."

"I like London too much," George replied, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "But yeah, sooner or later, I might have to just give that up."

"One less hotel to stay at for a race weekend," you added, shrugging slightly.

"And you'll be closer to Charles," George added, smiling slightly as he looked down to you – that smile slowly being pulled into a smirk on his lips.

Your ears perked at that name and your eyes widened slightly when you turned to look up at George next to you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know," George chuckled softly. "You don't have to act naïve, Y/N. Especially not with me."

"I'm not acting anything," you groaned, your brows knitting together quickly as you turned away from him. "We're all co–workers and I'm a professional. Thank you very much."

George hummed behind his lips, his eyes still on you for a moment before looking to the hotel that was getting closer to them now. "We sure are professional."

"Let's… at least try to be more from now on. I guess," you replied, though your voice seemed a little smaller than usual.

"I'll take your word on it."

As you and George walked into the hotel, you both made your way into the open elevator. You felt a sigh leave your lips once the doors closed on the both of you.

"What's that for?" George asked, looking to you.

"I'm… relieved this weekend is finally ending, I guess." You pulled on the waist of your dress, fixing the scrunched up fabric pressed against your skin. "Aren't you?" you asked.

"Let's do better in Singapore," George replied softly, his bright eyes not leaving yours. There was a tension in the elevator you were trying to ignore; like you knew everything that happened tonight was because of the both of you. And that George was the first person to see you cry.

You remained silent as the elevator doors opened again and you both stepped out. As you and George walked down the hallway, your feet finally came to a halt at your hotel door. George stopped with you, his eyes peering down at you, like he was waiting for you to speak up again.

Ding.

You felt your phone notifications going off in your small bag causing you to look to it before turning back to George. "Max is… probably asking what happened. I should go answer everyone."

George was quiet for a moment – something you were not used to. You glanced away before reaching for the handle of your door, pulling your card out to swipe it when George's British accent caressed your ears – your attention being brought to him again.

"Y/N…"

The dead silence of the long narrow hallway only seemed to dawn on you how close George was standing in front of you – and how tall he really was. The smell of a certain cologne on him that was earthy and sage. It was—

"Let's do our best next weekend, yeah?"

Your eyelids flickered, darting down the hallway and almost back to George but somehow you couldn't look him in the face. "Yeah. Let's."

You gulped, trying to rid the dry feeling in your mouth before you opened the door. Your felt your body freeze for a moment, looking up as you noticed George going to walk away when—

"George," you perked up, causing him to stop and turn to you. "You… better not tell anyone I cried! Or I'll kick your ass!"

George's brows raised a little as well as the sassy smile on his face. "Would never dream of it." He gave you a nod before finally walking away.

You watched him leave for a moment before walking inside your room and closing the door. Your back fell against the wood of the door for a moment, a heavy deep sigh leaving your lips like you'd been holding your breath.

Swiftly, you pulled your bag from over your shoulder and dug your hand inside, pulling out your phone.

[24 NOTIFICATIONS]

[LILY: –Max is looking for you. He told me what happened.

–Y/N, text me when you can.

–Where are you?

[MAX: –WHERE ARE YOU?

–FUCK. DID GEORGE FIND YOU?

–TEXT ME!!!!]

Shit.

Your thumbs raced against the keyboard of your phone as you messaged both Max and Lily.

[Y/N: I'm okay! I had to leave and get fresh air. I'm at the hotel now. Enjoy the rest of your night out! I'll catch up tomorrow before I leave.]

As you walked towards the bed, you placed your phone on the nightstand and pulled your dress over your head and tossed it carelessly to the corner of the room before you felt your body fall to the mattress.

"Aarrrghhhh…" you grumbled, your voice muffled by the duvet.

You felt yourself just exist there for a moment – like you were processing what had happened today. Tonight. The whole weekend.

Feeling yourself sigh once more, you finally rolled over and pulled your body comfortably onto the bed as your head found the pillow.

Your eyes stared up at the ceiling for a moment, focusing on your breathing as you tried to cloud today's antics with something else.

~ "And you'll be closer to Charles," George added, smiling slightly as he looked down to you – that smile slowly being pulled into a smirk on his lips.

Your ears perked at that name and your eyes widened slightly when you turned to look up at George next to you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know," George chuckled softly. "You don't have to act naïve, Y/N. Especially not with me." ~

"What do you know…" you grumbled to yourself out loud.

~"This doesn't mean I'll go easy on you either, Leclerc!"

Charles' brows raised for a moment before he turned away, almost bashful before looking back to you and throwing you a wink. "Oh, never."~

You instantly felt yourself bite down on your bottom lip, trying to hide the ever growing smile. One time wouldn't hurt… if you had the chance, you thought. Just one time…

Charles' hands with the rings he likes to wear always brought a heat to your core. The way his lips parted slightly before smirking in interviews. After getting pole. Or winning.

You felt yourself close your eyes as your mind began to wander – as well as your hand.

A hum vibrated behind your lips as you pushed your hand between your thighs. With your eyes closed, the only image replaying in your mind was Charles on the podium. You only watched it through your phone after the race and the angle they showed him from was surely…

"Mmmm…" you moaned a little as your middle finger ran over the fabric of your panties.

Interesting.

The tip of your middle finger pressured into your slit over your panties as your lips hung open before you groaned and finally hooked your panties with your thumbs and pulled them down, almost in frustration. Any kind, right now.

Your finger was quickly reassigned to your clit, a soft moan escaping your lips as you ran circles on your sensitive bud.

"Ch– Charles…"

You could only wonder how pretty dirty words would fall from that beautiful accent of his. If you weren't so professional.

"Like that, Mon Cheri?"

How you always admired Charles' Monégasque accent, how silky it fell from his lips. It was so—

"Good?"

George? No, you did not want to think about him right now. Not whilst you were…

"Fuck–" Your finger pushed down from your clit to between your folds, your cunt already so wet. "Charles, please…" you whimpered as you slowly pushed your middle finger into your slit.

"If we were alone, you'd have more than a damn jäger to swallow, Russell," you snapped, though that fake smile stayed on your lips.

"Oh?" George leaned down a little to your height, though due to his own height, he still lingered over you like a skyscraper. "Tell me all about it, Y/N."

Your brows curled up as you slowly pumped your digit in and out – your slick echoing in the hotel room.

"Please… Want…" Small pleas escaped your lips as you brought your free hand to your chest, your index finger and thumb pinching your nipple – causing another moan to leave your peachy lips.

"Is this the face you make?" he asked, a layer of curiosity spreading across his face; though somehow he still looked cocky as ever.

"What…?"

"When you wanna overtake me so bad on the track. That the face you make?"

"Sh— Shut the fuck up…" you whimpered out loud as George's stupid voice played on your mind. You shouldn't be thinking of him while your finger was knuckle deep inside of you. You didn't want to. You didn't want to–

"George," you perked up, causing him to stop and turn to you. "You… better not tell anyone I cried! Or I'll kick your ass!"

George's brows raised a little as well as the sassy smile on his face. "Would never dream of it." He gave you a nod before finally walking away.

"Would never dream… of it," you echoed his words as your playful pinching and fingerfucking drew a heat in your core that was hard to ignore now. Your teeth grazing against your bottom lip before you let out a moan full of pure pleasure.

You swiftly grabbed a handful of your breast as your head tilted back into the pillow now – another moan leaving your lips; your mind horribly reminding you how much your eyes had to drift up to catch George's prince-like face in the hallway. How close he was standing to you – that cologne he was wearing pulling you back to that moment, somehow, somehow, it was making you feel—

Your eyes opened as you let out one more long and breathy moan, feeling yourself climax on your fingers. Your chest heaved as you felt that heat that was once in your cunt, now reddened on your cheeks.

Glancing up at the ceiling, feeling your mind focus again, you pulled your finger from your slit and your hand away from your chest as you came back from your orgasm. Bringing yourself back to reality when you suddenly realise.

Did you just orgasm to the thought of George?!

Your eyes widened and narrowed up at the ceiling before you swiftly brought yourself to sit up, your hand finding your chest as your breathing fastened again. Your mind racing as fast as your heartbeat now.

"No! Nonono—! That was…!"

Ding.

Your attention was quickly brought to your phone on the nightstand. In instinct, you picked it up – your eyes instantly flickered for a moment in surprise at the notification. It was…

[UNKNOWN NUMBER: Calmed Max down. He was freaking out. It's George, btw. Guessing you never added this number from the whatsapp group chat.]

Your eyes scanned the message over at least three or four times, each time your attention finished on the name.

George.

…

FUCK.

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Acting Out - Kakashi

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, roleplaying, fluff, lots of kisses

Word count: 1.2k

A/n: Will add a pic later it's late and a bitch is tired ✌🏽💕

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Kakashi had begged you to. And you were too in love to deny him.

“Kiyoko!” Kakashi called out to you as you ran into the street. 

You stopped, dramatically stopping in the front of a food cart. You turned back to Kakashi.

“What?” You cried hysterically. “I never wanna see you again!”

“Please, Kiyoko!” Kakashi said. “Just let me explain!”

He took you by the wrist and led you away from the gathering crowd of murmuring spectators into an abandoned alley.

“There was never anyone else …” he said, caressing your face. “Just you.”

You looked deep into his eyes. “How do I know?”

“Because I’m saying it,” Kakashi said. “I’d cross oceans just to tell you you’re the one.”

… You chuckled.

Kakashi blanched. “(Y/n), don’t laugh! We’ve gotta do this by the book! Literally!”

“Kakashi, can’t I just —?”

“No!” He waved his hands. “It’s got to be exactly like the scene, remember?” His eyes sparkled. “Do we need to go over the scene again?”

“Oh, noo,” You said, hands resting on his chest. “You don’t have to. Five times was enough.”

You were good, letting the rest of the scene play out. In Icha Icha, Kiyoko’s duplicitous but charming lover led her home to elucidate the series of miscommunications that took up arguably two-thirds of the novel. All of this culminating in the novel’s most famous sex scene. 

You glanced around as Kakashi led you to his front door. It’s just a shame he lacked the abilities of a god (though he made up for that in other ways wink-wink) to make it rain. Then, the scene would be perfect. 

“I want to believe you,” You said, theatrically traumatized by the drama. “Moreover, I want to forgive you! But …”

“Shush …” Kakashi’s finger pressed to your lips. “Make up your mind in the morning, once I’ve told all my apologies to your body.”

Maybe you were a good actress; you used all the power in the world to resist a giggle. Kakashi took your hand in his and opened the front door with his other. It was nice to see him like this, so dedicated, so into it. 

“Oh, Kaza …” You moaned as he led you through the hallway. Kakashi stopped and you took it as your cue to begin begging for him. “I —”

Kakashi turned around, dragged down his mask, and covered your lips with his. 

“Mm!” Your eyes fluttered, surprised as he pressed you against the hallway wall. You gripped his shoulders, obediently falling into how his lips devoured you. 

He broke away to give you a hard stare. “No. Tell me with your body.”

You swallowed in a dry mouth. His delivery in that tone went straight to your pussy. You pulled Kakashi into another kiss, overcompensating for the seconds he didn’t return it with a revived vigor. You opened his flak jacket as his hands explored your sides. You wrapped arms around him, giving him incentive to lift you off your feet and carry you to the bedroom.

Kakashi broke the kiss only to close the bedroom door and, once closed, he spun you, pressed you into it to steal another kiss. For the first time, you came to resent the roleplay; what you wouldn’t give to lower to your knees and free his cock, take him in your mouth right now while you fingered your clit to the sound of his pants. But there was no oral until way into the scene. It was going to be a long night.

“I want your sighs,” he said while breathing hot kisses into your neck, palming at your breasts. “Your admissions of love, your endless cries — I want it all.”

“Aah …” You bit into your lower lip as Kakashi placed kisses over your cleavage. 

With hands on your hips, Kakashi maneuvered you again to the bed. He growled when your hand found his clothed erection and ground into you as a response.

“In the scene, they were both naked,” he hastened. “But I think you’ll forgive me if we just — hah — skip to the chase.”

“Yes.” You sighed as Kakashi cajoled your legs apart. “Totally forgiven.”

Kakashi worked your panties to your knees. You lost hands in his hair as he pulled them from the hook of your ankles, leaving spontaneous kisses on your heated skin. He loomed over you. You glanced down to see the pink flash of his cockhead as he freed himself from his pants. 

He held himself at your entrance, pushing in by the head — only to abandon it and grind his shaft on your glistening lips. You whined, resisting the urge to cry out for Kakashi as opposed to the character he now embodied.

“Normally, I’d keep going, but Kaza’s his own man,” Kakashi said, seemingly delaying the inevitable with his fucking grinding. “I’d like to save that for later. I don’t want to have you pretending to be anyone but me. Even if he is imaginary.” He met your eye. “I’d rather have you as me first.”  

“Kakashi …” You stared, surprised at him.

He smiled. “Sorry, is that too much?”

No, if anything it’s not enough.

You shook your head.

“Good, so we’re square.”

And he slid his cock into you. You gasped, caught by surprise. Kakashi leaned over you, one hand over your head while the other hooked into the crook of your hip and aided in his first thrust —

“Kakashi!” 

“Good,” he said in mid-thrust. “Now, you’ve got the hang of it — nng!” His brows drew together as you purposefully clenched around him. 

“You can be such a prick sometimes.” You wrapped legs around him. He apologized with a set of stronger thrusts, the bed creaking in response to him along with your weak whimpering. “Kakashi, fuck …”

His hand abandoned your hip to sneak in between your bodies to find your clit, the fabric of his gloves delightfully scratching at the sensitive skin of the nub. 

You drew in a sharp breath at the combined stimuli. You cupped his face, forced him into another kiss. 

“You’re —” Kakashi’s voice caught in his throat. “So — So good around me, ga —!” 

He snapped his hips into you, falling victim to your voluntary clenching; you were struck with a desire to see him come, watch his face as it washed over him. 

“Kakashi, I want you to —!”

“We’ve got all night.” He managed to wink at you.

The tightening in your abdomen became too much to bear. “No,” You rasped. “I don’t think we do …!”

You felt the snap of your climax. This time, none of your clenches were voluntary. Your head fell back, Kakashi’s head falling into the crook of your throat as he followed you. His cockhead kissed your cervix and a warmth filled you. You thought of his milky spent filling you and nibbled into Kakashi’s lips as he lifted his head to kiss you. Still, Kakashi’s manipulation of your clit did not stop, and you arched in and out of his touch. 

Finally, he ceased the overstimulation, rocking a few more thrusts before pulling out.

“Okay,” Kakashi said after a long recess, “this will go on the list of things to do more often.”

“What?” You turned to him, inclined forward as he cupped your chin. “The roleplay or the orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“Well …” Your head swam; your orgasm still purring from within. “The night is still young.”

“I thought we didn’t have all night?”

“I was being cheeky.”

Kakashi gave you a once-over. “Apparently so.”

You made to whack him, but he only caught your hand in his and placed a kiss on your wrist.

[mackenzielovee]

gray area (1) — bucky barnes

summary — you meet your new neighbor, Bucky, along with his friends and his son.

wc — 4k

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You stand in the middle of your new driveway, staring up at the townhome that you now hold the keys to. You’d signed your name on the dotted line last week, and although it feels like forever since then, a part of you can’t believe it’s actually happening. 

“Still not sure why you’re so against moving in with me,” Natasha, your best friend, grumbles as she grabs another box out of the truck of your car, “I mean, yeah, there’s a few bad things about my apartment complex, but—”

“Your next door neighbor shot his girlfriend last week,” you argue, then add, “And, half of the people that live there are selling drugs!”

“Okay,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “One, that girl was a bitch. She also survived, so it’s fine. And, honestly, Y/N, everyone is selling drugs these days.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at her. 

“Right. You’re too much of a workaholic to be selling — or doing — drugs, anyway. I’m surprised they haven’t paged you—”

“Oh!” you exclaim, “I actually should go check my work phone. Can you get the rest of the boxes out?”

Being a nurse in the critical care unit of one of the best hospitals in your state, you have no choice but to be constantly thinking about your job. Natasha, who runs her own company, understands your need to be available 24/7, although she rarely expresses it. She thinks you hold yourself too accountable, but you disagree. 

Being responsible is the reason you’re able to afford to live on your own at twenty four. Being responsible has landed you a great job, salary, and benefits. Sure, you’ve had to sacrifice to get it, and Natasha thinks you’re lonely, but you’re happy for the most part. 

You check your phone and find nothing, then breathe in a happy breath. That means you’ll get to spend the remainder of the day unpacking and moving in. The boxes are lining the walls and starting to feel overwhelming; the clutter too much for you to handle.

Natasha comes strolling in a few minutes later, holding nothing but a lamp in her hand. You raise a brow, and she smirks. 

“Seriously? That’s all you could carry?” you tease. 

She shrugs, “I found some reinforcements.”

Before you can ask what she means, two men come strolling into your living room, both with boxes in their arms. Your jaw falls as Natasha laughs beside you, shamelessly checking them out as their muscles flex against their tight tee shirts. 

“Where do you want ‘em, Natasha?”

Natasha whips her head over to you, “Babe?”

You swallow when both men look over to you. Up and down their eyes go, taking in your sundress and curled hair before respectfully looking back up at you. They smirk when you stutter under their gazes, then point to the free corner of the living room. 

“Um, over here is fine,” you say, “Thank you so much, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Natasha interrupts, tugging on your elbow, “I already told them how we needed two big, strong guys to help us.”

The blonde sets his boxes down first, then steps forward and extends a hand. You give him a friendly, shy smile and shake it, ignoring the way his large hand engulfs yours. 

“I’m Steve,” he says, “One of the big, strong guys your friend recruited.”

Your smile widens, “Hi, Steve. Thank you very much for being willing to help.”

“No problem, I—”

The other man shoves Steve’s shoulder, then grins at you and extends a hand of his own. 

“Sam Wilson,” he informs you, squeezing your hand, “It’s such a pleasure. We’ve been wondering who was gonna take this place.”

“Now we know,” Steve cuts in, “So, what’s your—”

Your phone buzzes on the counter, and before you even realize what you’re doing, you turn and rush to it. 

“Ouch,” Sam whispers, nudging Steve’s chest before turning to Natasha, “Boyfriend?”

“Worse,” Natasha rolls her eyes, “Job.”

“That’s why I retired years ago,” Sam grins, “Right, Cap?”

Steve’s eyes haven’t left you yet; watching as you slump your shoulders when you realize the alert is just a routine message from the hospital. 

“Let’s go get the rest of the boxes,” Steve grunts, grabbing Sam by the shirt collar. 

Natasha follows the men outside, and after a minute, you do, too. Steve is in the middle of pulling another box from the trunk when you appear outside, dress swaying in the slight breeze. Sam elbows Steve in the chest when he catches him looking, and the men exchange a silent glare before getting back to work. 

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” you gush, placing a gentle hand on Steve’s bicep to stop him, “It’s okay, we can handle it. It’s only a few more, right, Nat?”

Natasha smirks, then shrugs innocently, “I don’t see the harm in letting them help, Y/N. You can always thank them properly later.”

Steve blushes at Natasha’s comment, but doesn’t play into the innuendo in the slightest. Instead, he turns toward you and gives you a gentle smile. 

“We really don’t mind,” he says. 

“Yeah, and he speaks for both of us, now,” Sam grunts. 

You laugh and drop your hand from Steve’s arm as if to give him silent permission to continue. Just as his hands reach around the next box, all of you hear the loud, screeching voice of a toddler. 

“Jamie incoming!”

Sam turns with just enough time to catch the four year-old launching himself into his arms, grinning from ear to ear at the promise of a hug from his uncle. 

“What’s goin’ on, Jay-Man?” Sam asks, gripping the boy tight. 

“Nothin’,” he smiles. 

“I don’t believe you for a second,” Sam laughs, “Where’s your—”

“Jamie, you’ve gotta put shoes on before you run outside. You know better.”

You swallow at the sight of the man stepping off the porch of the house next door and into the grass, where he eyes the toddler resting in Sam’s arms. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tee shirt, sports messy brown hair, and has stubble that you’d bet is only there because he hasn’t gotten around to shaving. 

“Relax, Buck, he’s a kid,” Sam replies, “Tell him, Jay.”

“I’m a kid,” Jamie repeats, grinning widely. 

The man, the one who left the house following the boy, lets his eyes travel from his friends to you. He gives you a gentle smile and you do the same back to him, feeling your stomach twist and turn the longer his eyes remain on you. 

“Aww!” Natasha squeals, stepping over to Sam and Jamie, “How old is he?”

“He’s four,” Sam states proudly, “You think he’s cute? He’s got my eyes, doesn’t he?”

You continue to stare, knowing you should stop but completely unable to. When his eyes — those devastatingly blue eyes — leave yours to travel down your body, you swallow. You hope he likes what he sees, but you don’t question where that thought comes from. The male gaze has never been one you’ve longed for, but right now, you can’t remember why. 

His jaw ticks as he breaks into a smile, raising a hand and conducting a small, shy wave. You bite down on your bottom lip to conceal your own grin, waving back. 

“So, he’s your son?” Natasha’s voice draws you back into reality.

Sam shrugs, “I mean, I take care of the rugrat, you know what I mean?”

Natasha nods, her eyes moving toward Steve when he scoffs, “Jamie is not Sam’s kid.”

As if to prove it, Jamie starts to squirm in Sam’s grasp, then makes grabby hands as he reaches for Bucky. 

“Daddy,” he frowns, “Is it snack time?”

Bucky nods and steps forward, reaching out to collect Jamie from Sam, who sighs, now that his cover has been blown. 

“C’mere, buddy,” Bucky says as he takes hold of his son, who immediately cuddles himself into his dad, “We can have a snack if you’re hungry.”

Your heart rate seems to speed up at the image of a father caring for his son so outright — something you never experienced so openly. Shyly, his eyes find yours as he adjusts his son in his hold, giving you a more forced, pained smile. You try to smile back in hopes of telling him that you find Jamie to be cute; that you’re happy to have them next door. 

“C’mon, Sarge, you gotta meet the new neighbor, first,” Sam lectures, pointing over to you, “This is Y/N, even though she never actually introduced herself to us. Y/N, this is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, and his son, Jamie.”

“It’s just Bucky,” he immediately corrects, giving you another small smile as he offers his free hand out to you, “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” you reply, holding his gaze for a beat too long before your eyes catch on the little boy in his arms, “And it’s very nice to meet you, Jamie.”

He grows shy in his father’s arms and hides in his chest, earning a laugh from both you and Bucky. 

“Sorry,” Bucky says quietly, “He’ll open up eventually.”

You shake your head, “No need to apologize. He’s very cute.”

As if the compliment was meant for him, Bucky’s cheeks grow pink. To try and conceal it, he looks down at Jamie and tries to get him to talk, but the boy refuses. 

You try to think of something to say; a way to start up a conversation with Bucky, but Steve steps behind you — close enough that you can feel his body heat through your dress — and clears his throat. 

“Want me to take the kid for a snack, Sarge?” Steve questions, noting Bucky’s blushing cheeks. 

“Can we play superheroes, too?” Jamie asks his uncle, perking up. 

“Of course, dude. We can fly on the trampoline and everything.”

Jamie grins and immediately reaches for his uncle, changing grips yet again. Steve laughs and grabs hold of the toddler, then looks down at you. 

“Good to meet you, Y/N,” he says politely, then steps away and pats Bucky on the back, “You got this.”

Bucky’s face burns under the not-so-quiet encouragement from his best friend. Sam and Natasha grab more boxes from the car while simultaneously shamelessly flirting, which leaves you and Bucky outside in the cool air, alone. 

“Sorry about them,” Bucky says quickly, “They make quite the first impression.”

You nod in agreement, “They do. Do all of you live over there?”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly, so quickly that you try not to laugh. 

“God, no. The guys just come over to help me take care of Jamie. It’s, uh, just me over there. And Jamie, obviously.”

You laugh at the way he shakes his head, trying to collect his thoughts and stop himself from rambling. When he sees you laughing, he relaxes and even offers a chuckle at himself.

“Anyway,” he changes the subject, “What brings you to the neighborhood?”

“New job,” you answer proudly, “I’m a nurse at West County General.”

He cocks up a brow, “No kidding. Bet that keeps you busy.”

“It sure does,” you agree, “But, it’s really rewarding. I love it.”

He smiles as you smile, and when you see the tips of his ears grow pink, your grin widens. Sam and Natasha emerge from the house then, and they seem to burst whatever bubble you and Bucky have formed for yourself. 

“I should check on Jamie,” he mumbles, already taking a step back, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You grin, giving him a shy wave, “Thank you, Bucky.”

He returns your smile and wave, letting it linger between the two of you for a second too long before he turns and hurries back inside his house. 

When you turn around, Sam and Natasha are leaning up against your car, standing a little too close and looking a little too friendly. Clearing your throat loudly, you earn your best friend's gaze. 

“We should be getting ready, huh?” you ask her, giving her a subtle eyebrow raise. 

She sighs, “Yes. Thanks for the help, Sam. Hope we see each other again soon.”

He winks at her, then gives you a warm smile and a nod before taking a few steps back, inching toward Bucky’s house. 

“Nice to meet you, ladies,” he calls, offering a wave before he turns his back and heads away. 

“God, he’s so hot,” Natasha groans, “Like, did you see those muscles?” 

You chuckle and grab her, pulling her toward your new home, “Come on. Wanda’s gonna be pissed if we’re late.”

“Oh, who cares,” Natasha mumbles, but follows your lead, anyway. 

     The bar that Wanda planned for the three of you to go to is loud and crowded by the time you and Natasha arrive. To celebrate your new move and career, Wanda demanded a night out with you. Naturally, Natasha caught wind of the plans and invited herself — which was fine with you, because you always feel safer having her around while you’re drinking. Wanda, on the other hand, wasn’t wild about the inclusion of your best friend. They put up with each other, but they aren’t fans. And to you, it’s obvious. 

“Y/N!” Wanda squeals, “What do you think of this place? I thought it was cool, kinda has a retro vibe to it.”

“So retro,” Natasha quips, offering Wanda a smug smile. 

You nudge Natasha in the side and look around, taking the place in. It reminds you of Wanda in a way that you’d expect her to like it,  but you don’t necessarily care one way or another. A new area means new bars, new restaurants, and you know you have to figure out what you like and what you don’t. 

“It’s nice,” you smile, “Thank you so much for setting this up.”

“Of course,” she beams, “Let me get us a round. They have a killer lime mojito.”

“Oh, bummer,” Natasha pouts, “I’m actually on this new no-lime diet. Mind getting me a vodka soda?”

Wanda takes a calculated breath, “Sure. Be right back.”

You snort as soon as Wanda disappears and turn around to Natasha, who is smirking proudly at herself. When she catches your raised eyebrows, she feigns innocence and shrugs her shoulders. 

“What?” she teases, “It’s a real diet.”

“Mhm,” you hum, “Sure it is.”

“It is!” she laughs, then nudges you over to the two available barstools. You set your purse down on the bar and Natasha sits while you remain standing, not wanting Wanda to feel left out, “It’s new. I’m on a no-lime, all-new neighbor Sam diet.”

You let out a loud laugh, “Oh, right. He doesn’t even live over there, you know.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Bucky told me—”

“Bucky told you?” she gasps, grabbing your arms, “Oh, tell me exactly what Bucky told you.”

You huff, “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not!” she protests, “I just want to know what your sexy new neighbor told you.”

“Stop.”

“Stop, what?”

You both turn and find Wanda standing there with three drinks in her hands, looking like she could use some help. Immediately, you grab one of them and set it down on the bar, then trade Natasha her drink for yours. 

“Oh, Y/N’s got this really hot neighbor,” Natasha fills her in, sipping her drink, “Total DILF.”

“Nat,” you hiss, then turn to Wanda, “He’s just a nice guy. He’s got a four year old son.”

“Look at you, remembering details,” Wanda teases, and suddenly, she and Natasha are laughing together — like they’re actually friends. 

“Oh, please,” you huff, downing half of your drink and listening to Natasha cheer you on before you speak again, “I’m sure he has someone, anyway.”

“He was blushing hard,” Natasha points out. 

“He was?” Wanda gasps. 

“Stop!” you demand, laughing as you take another sip, “Nat, why don’t we gossip about you and Sam, instead.”

She grins mischievously, “Yeah, I’ve definitely got my eye on him. But, that’s not as fun as watching you squirm.”

Wanda laughs, “Totally.”

You roll your eyes and finish off your drink, knowing Natasha is about to start in again, and you’re much too sober for it. 

“Wanda, you should’ve seen the way Bucky’s friend, Steve, was flirting with her, too,” she continues, “He carried in boxes, and I’ll be damned, she even put her hand on his arm! And that man is all muscles. She loves to play innocent, but I think she knows what she’s doing.”

“She definitely does,” Wanda agrees, “I’m sure you’ve got both of those guys in a chokehold already. This will be interesting.”

You sigh, “Anyway.”

“Aw, don’t get all pouty,” Nat teases. 

“I’m just not looking for that right now,” you explain casually, waving down the bartender for another drink, “I want a quiet life. My own house, my job, and my weekend outings with you guys. I don’t need some guy.”

They both soften as they stare at you, listening closely as you explain your feelings to them. They know how you’ve been handled by men in the past, and they understand that you’re not like them. You can’t let it roll off your back the way you do; you take it personally. You get hurt when you shouldn’t. You attach meaning to things where others don’t. Now, with your job and your improved mental state, you don’t feel like risking any of it over a man. 

“Well, cheers to that, then,” Wanda breaks the silence, holding her cup up in the air, “Let’s get fucking drunk.”

     You wake the next morning with regret, anxiety, and one big, fat headache. You groan and curse out loud at yourself, then climb out of the bed to get some coffee and aspirin in you. Briefly, you consider food, but the thought makes your stomach turn. 

You spy a note on the counter in Natasha’s handwriting, which is the first thing that clues you in that she isn’t here. 

Thanks for last night! Had to run. Chores to do at home. Still coming on Tuesday night with Chinese to help you unpack, so you better not be called in to work. 

XOXO,

Nat 

You smile at it as you fire up the coffee maker, then dig through the open box on your counter until you find the bottle of aspirin you always keep handy. You recap the night in your mind; the teasing about the neighbors, the drinks, the dancing, the drinks, the karaoke, the drinks. You hadn’t planned on drinking so much, but you wanted to let off some steam. Given that you work a fourteen hour shift tomorrow, you feel like you deserved it. Now, you’re not so sure. 

     After a few hours, your headache starts to subside and your stomach growls. Knowing you don’t have any food in the house and refusing to do an entire grocery store run, you resort to picking up takeout. 

As you pull down the newly familiar street with a bag of food sitting on your passenger seat, you notice motion at the house next to yours. Steve is out in Bucky’s front yard, tossing a foam football around with Noah. You smile at the sight, then let your eyes travel a little further left. Bucky is pushing a mower down his lawn, shirtless, sweaty, and showstopping. 

You groan when you realize you’re in shorts and a giant sweatshirt with messy hair; not at all presentable for him. Then, you scold yourself for even thinking that way. 

We’re just neighbors. That’s it. 

Regardless, you still try to fix your hair before you get out of the car. Steve recognizes your vehicle and waves over to Bucky, who stops the mower and walks over to his garage, where he grabs a cloth to wipe up his sweat. 

You climb out of the car shyly, wondering if you should clear out your garage today just so this could be avoided in the future. Before you even lock the doors, Steve’s voice carries across the yard. 

“Go ahead, buddy. She’s right there.”

You furrow your brows, gripping your food a little tighter. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Y/N.”

You can’t help but grin as soon as you hear his little voice, and you forget all about your hangover and the bag of grease in your hand as you spin around. 

“Good afternoon, Jamie,” you reply, watching the little boy’s cheeks grow pink, “Are you kicking your uncle’s butt in football?”

You gesture to the foam ball in Jamie’s palms, and shyly, he nods his head. 

“Yes,” Jamie grins, “He’s not very good.”

“Excuse me,” Steve cuts in, “I’ve taught him everything he knows.”

“Everything?”

Your eyes move from Jamie and Steve to Bucky, who is approaching with a teasing grin. You stare as he brings his cloth around the back of his neck and wipes his sweat away, then drags his eyes from his friend over to you. 

His muscles in his chest flex then, and you visibly swallow and look away. You swear you hear Steve’s low chuckle, but you don’t dare look over out of fear that the men will see right through you. 

“Hi, Y/N,” Bucky greets you, watching as you hesitantly look back up at him again. 

“Hi, Bucky,” you reply, trying to figure out what to follow up with, only to blurt, “Yard looks good.”

Steve snorts and you clamp your lips together, wishing silently that you could snatch the words right out of the air and back into your mouth. 

Even so, Bucky’s lips tip up into a genuine smile, and you swear you see the high points of his cheeks go pink — just like Jamie’s. 

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly, “I’m happy to help you out with yours anytime you need it.”

He watches as you recoil at his kindness, letting your shoulders drop and a pout form on your lips. Steve sighs audibly, but neither of you even glance his way. 

“Thank you very much, I appreciate that,” you smile. 

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you grow stuck in a trance of sorts as you explore him with your eyes; his tan skin, his chest, his softening belly that makes your knees feel physically weak, and his messy hair. His soft brown eyes that work all over your body, too. 

“Wouldn’t want that food to get cold, Y/N,” Steve says knowingly, drawing you and Bucky away from each other. 

“Right. I’ll let you guys get back to it,” you give Bucky a nod and he returns it, then you move your eyes down to Jamie, “Nice to see you, Jamie. Keep beating him, okay?”

Jamie grins, “Okay.”

Steve and Bucky both laugh and so do you, and with a wave to Steve, you disappear inside your house. You try not to replay the entire thing in your head as you set your food out to eat. You turn on a show on the TV that is only half hooked up, and just as you start to eat, you hear the lawnmower fire up again. 

With minimal hesitation and refusal to think twice, you hurry over to your window — the one that faces Bucky’s — and watch as he pushes the mower down the side of his house. He’s focused, sweaty, and tan, and it stirs something inside of you. Careful not to get caught, you let your food get cold on the coffee table, Steve be damned. Bucky is a sight to see, and you find nothing wrong with indulging. It means nothing, you tell yourself. It means nothing. He’s just nice to look at, that’s all.

a/n: pleeeease let me know if i should continue writing this or not! so curious what your thoughts will be! reblogs are appreciated and thank you for reading &lt;3

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