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Happiness is a butterfly

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: He wants you but he can't have you. But when a fatal crash happens, he realizes maybe he should just take the jump, before it's too late.

Word count: 6.4k

Tags: Female reader, teammate reader, smut, oral, angst, crash, very remorseful nano, cursing, mostly fernando pov, fernando is in denial, age gap (not defined), hurt/comfort, brief mention of Jules Bianchi, happy ending, not beta read

Relationships: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Notes: LISTEN I wish I could control my creative brain but I can’t. *taps mic* Ok, so, who's ready for our little monthly crying session? This actually came to me in a dream after I listened to Happiness is a butterfly, and I ended up incorporating some of the lyrics in the story. I was only contemplating writing this when Anon sent this request asking for angst after a big fight, and I thought it goes perfectly with what I had in mind.

Hope it's to your liking, Anon!

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“Fernando,” You whispered like it wasn’t wrong, like his name was a prayer.

Fernando knew it was wrong, not only because you were a driver and his teammate, but also because you were way too young for him. But whenever you two were like that, you in his arms, it felt so right, so perfect.

Sometimes he wondered to himself if he took advantage of you. Because ever since you first met, you looked at him with big shiny eyes, like you were facing a hero. He knew you were a fan of his, but then again, most of the younger drivers were. But when you two became teammates and got closer, he’d notice how your eyes would find his first thing after entering any room. Whenever you two had chats alone, you’d smile at him in a specific way you didn’t smile at anyone else, blush creeping up your face.

It was so easy to be enchanted by you, by your kindness and willingness. Fernando was drawn to you like a moth to flame, only you didn’t burn him. You were kind to everyone and very talkative, and for a while, Fernando wondered how you managed to get into Formula 1 and keep your spirit intact. Everyone called you a social butterfly. Then he started calling you Mariposa, as a sweet nickname, and he explained to you it meant “Butterfly”.

You two were always together, being teammates, so it didn’t take long for the dynamic shift. Soon, there were longing looks and lingering touches. The way Fernando would always touch the small of your back for a little too long when talking to you, or the way you lean too close whenever talking to him, or the way his eyes stare at your lips every opportunity. Or when you finished a good race and the first thing you’d do was jump on his arms. How you’d always knock three times on his helmet right before going off to the race, he started reciprocating the gesture, since he knew it was probably your thing for good luck or something.

Things went like that for too long, and neither of you were brave enough to take the jump, as you called it.

That until fate put you face to face during summer break. You were in Mallorca with a bunch of your friends for a girls trip in a resort by the sea. You were having brunch when you spotted Fernando at the same time he spotted you, his eyebrows raising in surprise, he muttered something to the people with him that looked like his family members, before coming to you.

“Mariposa!” He hugged you softly.

“Hi! Good to see you!” You chirped, nervously.

Fernando blatantly checked you out. You were wearing simple bikinis and a light beach robe. You were tanned, hair wild and cheeks red like you had come straight out of one of his wet dreams.

“Enjoying summer break?” He asked.

“Yeah, with my friends,” You pointed to where they waited for you at the table, “will you be here for long?”

“No, my family is going back today and I’m leaving tomorrow. We’ve been here for a few days already.”

You waved him goodbye after a quick chat. That night, the weather, the breeze and the empty villa tempted him into calling you. He didn’t want to be that guy so he resisted the urge, instead going for a walk by the beach, alone. As fate would have it, he found you at a small beach party with your friends, dancing and drinking.

Like a magnet, your eyes found his, and you said something to your friends before walking up to him.

“You came to the party?” You asked.

“No, I was just taking a walk and passed by,” He shrugged, and started walking away “I’ll let you go back to your friends.”

“No! No- I mean- Can I walk with you?” You asked and he just nodded.

You two walked away by the shore, the small waves crashing over your feet, and you two chatting about the island and all the adventures you got to go.

“So you went diving, surfing? Everything?”

“I have always been kind of a scaredy-cat, especially as a kid. My dad used to tell me ‘you just have to breathe ten seconds of courage and take the jump’. Funnily, racing was the only thing I wasn’t afraid of. I’m in control, me and the car are one.”

He listened to you for a long while, his eyes focused on the way the wind picked up your hair, your dress flowy in the wind and your bikini top peeking from under the neckline. You were looking delicious, he had to admit. You always were, but now, after spending the whole day under the sun, your skin was golden and glowy, and he imagined himself biting into your shoulder and kissing up your neck.

When you two finally stopped by the villa, Fernando looked at you attentively.

“Won’t your boyfriend be worried about you?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you shook your head knowing that he was just trying to find out if you had someone.

“You don’t? Well you’re pretty and nice, I thought you’d have one by now.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked, blushing which made him chuckle.

“You know you are stunning.”

“Well, I know I’m pretty, I just didn’t know if I am pretty enough for you.”

“Mariposa,” his voice had a tone of reprimand, but his eyes falling down your cleavage and body, betrayed him.

“Just one kiss?” You asked, pouting, “and we don’t even have to talk about it after.”

“I can’t.”

“But you want to?” You asked, full of hope.

“We should not,” he whispered as you closed the distance to his face, your face barely centimeters from his, lips dangerously close.

“We could just,” you tried to come up with an argument, but your lips brushed his beard and you lost all train of thought.

“If we start, I will not be able to stop,” he mumbled, trying so hard to refrain himself.

“Then don’t.”

That’s all it took for him to press his fingers to your nape, pulling you in and smashing his lips to yours. And it felt divine, like nothing he had ever done before, you were sweet and the harder he kissed you, the more pliant you got in his arms, sighing and moaning softly as his hand found home over your ass, pressing firmly until your whole body was flush to his.

“Fernando,” you whispered, his lips going down your neck, his beard making goosebumps raise on your skin.

Then you walked inside without really breaking apart. Fernando pulled your dress from your body, staring at you in your bikini.

“This is tiny,” he said, hooking a finger by the string on the sides of the bottom.

You smiled some way you hoped was seductive, taking a step back so he could see you fully as you pulled the strings, letting your bikini top fall to the floor, followed by the bottom soon after.

Soon he had you bent over the back of the sofa, holding onto the seat for dear life as he knelt behind you and ate you out, fingering you ass all the way to a mind blowing orgasm. Then he fucked you senseless, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, switching English and Spanish back and forth. He slapped your ass until it was stinging, whispering about your “tempting tiny bikini”. He had you groaning, drooling against the sofa until your toes curled and you came around his cock.

“Nano… Fuck-” you moaned feeling him cumming too.

He cuddled you, both of you falling on the sofa, spent.

“Why were we holding back? We should’ve done this a long time ago.” You said, lips brushing his beard.

He didn’t answer because he knew why he had been holding back. You were young, sometimes naive, and his teammate. It was double the trouble. But he didn’t allow himself to wallow in those feelings, rather focusing on the feel of you naked in his arms.

“You know what we should do? Stay here a bit longer,” you rose from his chest, eyes glinting mischievously, “we should extend our stay here.”

“Just you and me?”

“Just us,” you whispered, planting a kiss on his chest.

And so you stayed with him. You sent your friends to Ibiza as a gift and Fernando extended his rent on the villa. You’d spend the day lazing around, cooking together and going to the beach or the pool. You played tennis and trained together in the small gym. You made love on every possible surface of that whole villa, which left you spent and satisfied every single day.

And you talked. Fernando considered you to be one of the closests people to him on the grid, but still, he learned so much more about you, about your mental strength to rise and thrive in motorsport. And you were clever and witty, joking around him, talking about life and all your dreams. And he could hear you for hours on end, never getting tired of you.

Unfortunately, your little time of uninterrupted happiness had to end. With a heavy heart, you kissed him goodbye, both of you aware that things would never go back to the way they were before summer break. But you two were also too scared to name anything, or to ruin whatever this dynamic was.

But you left Mallorca admitting to yourself that you had fallen in love even deeper.

You tried to keep texting and calling him, but you usually were in very different time zones so the texts were few and far between. Fernando even sent you a sweet text on your birthday a few of days later.

There was a gala by the end of summer break almost three weeks later, hosted by the FIA, it was mostly for mingling, and most drivers usually went, especially those trying to keep an image to the big shots.

Fernando went there because he rarely missed it. And maybe because he knew you would be there too, and maybe he could leave with you.

You arrived a little late, stunning in a green gown, with a tight corset and a big slit showing your leg. Fernando watched as you made rounds, greeting people and old men, other drivers that were your friends and their wives or girlfriends. You eventually made your way to Fernando, and he proudly waited for you when you walked up to him, the most beautiful smile adorning your lips and eyes shining just as much as the diamonds on your earrings.

“You’re beautiful, mariposa.” Fernando whispered.

“Thank you, you look handsome too. Love me a man in a tuxedo.” You whispered back conspiratorially, winking at him.

You two chatted for a little, watching the people around. You told him everything you did during summer break after you two parted ways in Mallorca. When the slow music started, you watched the couples getting to the dancefloor.

“Nano, can we dance?” You asked. He just stiffened, face unsure.

“Hm, I’m not sure.”

“Nobody will mind, we’re teammates,” you shrugged.

“I don’t think it's a good idea,” He looked at your face, still staring longingly at the couples slow dancing on the dancefloor. Yearning for something he couldn’t give you.

“Mhm…” You hummed, disappointed. You stood there silent for a couple more minutes, watching the dancefloor. Fernando imagined dancing with you, having you in his arms, listening to your voice, your hand on his shoulder. You cleared your throat for a second, “I’m gonna get a drink.”

You didn’t wait for his response, leaving with long strides to the bar, the opposite side. Fernando’s eyes never left you, he watched as you got a drink and sipped a little, sitting on a bar stool. Some people stopped to greet you quickly. At some point, Charles Leclerc stopped you, whispering something that made you giggle a little, then he offered you a hand, probably inviting you to dance, but you refused politely. You grabbed a second drink and turned on the stool, nursing your drink and still watching the party go on.

You wanted to dance with him, not anyone else.

Eventually, the party died down, and Fernando got close to you again, whispering in your ear to meet him in the most discreet parking lot and then he left. You watched his back as he made his way out. Downing whatever was left of your drink, you stood up, making a quick route to say goodbye to everyone.

Finally, you met Fernando in the car. He had driven himself in his expensive car.

As he drove away in the middle of the night, he put his hand on your thigh under the slit of the dress. You honestly wanted to jump him, to make him stop the car anywhere and just get into it.

Quietly making into his hotel room, you kicked your high heels off and kissed him, not giving him any second before deepening the kiss, pressing your body to his.

“Wait,” he managed to croak out. You took a step back. He went into his luggage and picked a small box, handing it to you, “I know your birthday was two weeks ago, but since I didn’t see you- well, happy birthday.”

“You didn’t have to…” you whispered, opening the box to a beautiful and delicate necklace with a gold butterfly pendant with small diamonds all around the wings, “it’s so beautiful, Fernando.”

“Not as much as you, Mariposa.” He whispered back, taking the necklace, placing you in front of the full body mirror and standing behind you and locking the necklace around your neck.

“Thank you”

He kissed your neck, running a hand down your arm, then kissing your shoulders while pulling the hair pins out of your hair, letting your hair free. He kept leaving hot wet kisses on your skin, calling you “hermosa” and “my mariposa” all while unzipping your dress slowly. You let him do whatever, his hands pushing the corset out until the fabric pooled around your ankles kicking it away too, and you stood in nothing but panties and the necklace.

You gasped, staring at your reflection on the mirror and him behind you, his rough fingertips running over your side, getting to your front and cupping your boobs. You felt soft as his fingers pinched your nipples, making you moan softly.

“You ready to take me?” He asked against your ears.

“Please, Nano,” you moaned his name the way you only said it when you were alone and getting intimate.

“Foot there,” he pointed to a chair. You did as he said, one leg up so he could have better access to your panties.

He pressed his chest to your back, fingers sliding inside your panties to feel your obscene wetness dampening the fabric. His fingers slid right over your clit, spreading your juices all around, before diving into your cunt. You moaned, head lolling back against his shoulder, as he pleasured you nonstop. You had been turned on even since the gala, and the ride to the hotel had been pure torture not being touched. So it didn’t take much for him to build you up, his thumb brushing your clit. Your moaning got louder and with the way he could feel your cunt clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close.

And so he stopped, making you whine. He just chuckled.

“Nano! I was so close!” You pouted.

“Needy girl, get on the bed,” he pointed again, like an order, “you’re cumming around my cock first.”

You sat on the bed slowly, still reeling from almost orgasming. You watched as Fernando started undressing in front of you, so you just ran both hands from his chest down to his thighs, fingers barely touching the straining erection in his pants.

“Don’t get greedy now. Wait.”

With his words, you stopped touching him, leaning back so you could watch him undress. When he finally got rid of all clothing, he leaned, kissing your stomach and up your boobs, mouthing your nipples as his hands pulled your panties, letting you lay down on the edge of the bed. You held his head against your nipples, his eyes finding yours through his eyelashes.

When you were both fully naked, he just held your legs open and sank into your cunt, making you moan loud as you back rose up from the bed.

“Nano- oh, fuck!” You moaned, and pulled by his neck to kiss you.

He kissed you back slowly, patiently contrasting your desperate hands on his shoulder, crawling up his neck, fingertips sinking into his soft hair, as he fucked you slowly, pressing you deliciously into the bed, one hand firmly on the bedrest and the other holding your neck, pressing until you were cumming, his lips sucking hickeys into your skin.

You two were cuddling quietly when you decided to say what you’ve been thinking about ever since Mallorca.

“We should go on a date, Fernando. Take the next step, I really like what we have.”

You could feel him stiffening against you, and you closed your eyes, afraid of what his response would be.

“We can’t, mariposa. You are way younger than me,” He said somberly, “and we’re teammates. This would be too messy for the both of us, but especially for you, who is just starting your career.”

“I don’t mind if that’s the price I need to pay to have you.”

“We can’t take this kind of risk for something we don’t even know it’s real.”

That squeezed your heart and made you angry with his denial.

“Fernando, this is real- You know that!”

“Calling a cab to take you to your hotel,” he said standing up and picking his phone. His tone was cold, detached from you, like you were just some toy for him to have fun with, and now you served your purpose.

“Don’t be like that, Fernando. This is more than just sex,” you got up, covering yourself with the bedsheet because it felt too vulnerable having this conversation naked.

“We can’t be anymore than that. You’re too young to understand.” He said not looking at you.

There was a lump on your throat rapidly forming. He knew you hated when people treated you like you were dumb because you were young.

“Please let us just talk about it-”

“There’s nothing to talk about. This means nothing! Nada!” He exclaimed.

“You don’t mean that. Don’t be a jerk.” Your voice was already wavering.

You stared at his back as he turned around, going to the opposite side of the room, your tears started falling down.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He finally said but still didn’t look at you.

“I’m already hurt,” you said, picking up your panties from the floor hastily putting them on, realizing how Fernando had helped you with your dress, so you just picked up one of his sweaters and dressed, “do you want me or do you not?”

“I don’t want you.”

“You’re missing good things in life because of fear. Just take the fucking jump, Fernando.”

The next thing he heard was the slamming door behind you.

When he walked back, he noticed you had left the butterfly necklace on the table. Holding the necklace against the palm of his hand, he wondered if he did the right thing or just lost the best thing in his life.

You didn’t text or called him. And he didn’t either. Eventually he texted you, to tell you had “forgot” the necklace, to test the waters.

“You’re the only one who calls me mariposa. This necklace has no meaning to me if you’re not in my life.”

His mind would often wander back to Mallorca, to those few days you and him lived in paradise. Sleeping late, waking up even later, then making love lazily under the sun, sunbathing naked by the pool, and cooking together, training together. There was never silence with you, since you were always talking or singing or playing loud music.

And he missed it. As the weeks progressed and the more race weeks came, you didn’t try to talk to him about the two of you. You were still polite and talkative, usually filling his silence with stories, talks about the track and strategies. You still knocked on his helmet three times before every race, probably a pre race ritual by now.

He missed you. He missed not only the feel of your cunt around his cock, but he missed your loudness, and your laugh. He missed the light in your eyes that was slowly darkening each passing day. Like you were losing hope he would come around and change his mind.

The last race of the season, he was a little late from a meeting, so you were already getting in the car when he came out. Your visor was up, so you just looked at him, and knocked your own helmet three times as a sign to him, who did the same gesture back to you.

By around ⅔ of the race, there was an accident and the red flag was called.

It took maybe two or three minutes until all cars stopped on the pitlane, lined up under the red flag. As Fernando climbed out of the car, he turned around, looking for you, removing his helmet, guard and balaclava, he went inside the garage.

“Where’s Mariposa?” He asked, to one in particular. But then his eyes landed in Martha, your PT, and her eyes were watery as she pointed to the screen.

A sinking feeling expanded in his stomach as he saw your car, that now looked like an unrecognizable wreckage. He dropped his helmet, covering his mouth with a hand. The marshals were all around your burning car, various people with fire extinguishers, trying to lower the fire enough to pull you out.

“Has she responded yet? Did she say anything?” Fernando asked without removing his eyes from the screen.

“No,” Somebody said, somberly.

“She’ll be fine,” Fernando assured, probably trying to convince himself, and his rapid heartbeat. He had seen and had been in many ugly crashes, and in the end, the driver had come out unscathed. He was sure you could manage, you were very strong and stubborn.

When the fire died down enough, a couple of marshals pulled you out, and Fernando’s heart felt like it was stopping as they pulled you out unconscious. The marshals made a small shield around you and carried you to the ambulance.

Looking around, Fernando finally noticed how everyone was horrified by the crash, and all the drivers around seemed pale and worried. It took a couple of minutes for the FIA to decide to keep the race going, setting it to restart 15 minutes later.

“Fernando,” someone called, and he turned to be faced with George and Alex, who were your closest friends on the grid, “any news on her?”

“Not yet,” he paused, trying really hard to not freak out, “Mike went to the hospital with her.”

“That was ugly,” Alex muttered gloomily.

The tree of them stayed silent, eyes on the screen where a replay of your crash. It was probably a mechanical issue, since you were in high speed when the tyres locked, and you visibly couldn’t brake, going straight into the barriers, full force.

“Will-” George started but his voice failed a little and he cleared his throat, “will she be ok?”

“Yes. She’ll be ok.” Fernando said, not only to calm down the two young drivers, but also to convince himself, since no other option was acceptable in his mind.

You had to be fine.

“Fuck it,” Fernando went inside his room, changing quickly into more casual clothes, as he came out, the team was confused, “I’m sorry, but I have to check on her. Martha, come with me.”

He left knowing he would face terrible consequences with the FIA, not only for not going back to the race, but also because he avoided the press to go to the hospital you were taken to.

On the car, on the way to the hospital they had taken you to, his phone rang, and it was Mike, who had been the first one to go with you to the hospital. Fernando supposed Mike would want to tear him a new one for abandoning the race.

But no. Mike wanted to update him, telling you had a concussion that had knocked you out on the spot, inside the car. They were going to check if you had any more injuries with scans and tests.

By the time he got to the hospital, he met with Mike, and with Vince, your friend and manager, they said you were still unconscious and going through all the examinations necessary. The doctors wanted to see if you didn’t have any internal bleeding or fractures. They kept you unconscious during urgent care, hoping you would wake up after the tests and after the meds wear off.

Fernando sat in the waiting room unmoved, his fear eating him inside every minute you had not woken up yet. Martha was tearful the whole time, while Vince was making calls right and left, he got in touch with your family and closest friends. Alberto showed up around an hour after to pick Fernando up to go back to the hotel.

“I am not leaving,” Fernando said.

“Fernando, there’s nothing you can do. Vince said she will probably wake up late morning tomorrow, we can just-”

“I will not leave.”

Fernando’s words left no space for debate. He didn’t have any commitments for the next week. So he stayed after everyone left, waiting for news on his mariposa. He could barely drink the coffee because his stomach was churning with the lack of news. In the middle of the night, finally they finished the tests and they put you in a room.

After bribing his way inside, Fernando was able to get into your room and see you. You were sleeping, looking peaceful in that hospital bed, using an oxygen inhaler.

“Why does she need oxygen?” He asked the nurse checking on you.

“Here it says she inhaled some smoke before the fire was put off,” the woman explained, reading your chart.

“She will be alright, isn’t she?” He asked, his tone audibly worried. The nurse sighed, as if she didn’t want to say her next words.

“We can’t tell just yet. For now the scans and tests show she is fine, but we can only tell for sure after she wakes up.”

She left Fernando behind with dread consuming his every thought.

As he stared at your unconscious body on the bed, he couldn’t help but remember when you slept with him in Mallorca. Your naked body tangled with the blankets, hair splayed on the pillows and tanned limbs looking for him even in sleep, hugging him and keeping him in bed with you longer than he usually did. He sat by the bed, hand holding yours, running his thumb over your cold knuckles.

The remorse was eating him alive. You had to be alright. You had to wake up soon and laugh at his worried face, joking that you’re tougher than you look. Giving him those eyes. He couldn’t bear not looking at your eyes again, that would break him apart one last time.

Because you could have been his the whole time. He could have slept with you in his arms more often than not. He could have been stealing your kisses in dark corners and going out for dinner after late team meetings. He could’ve received random cute selfies from you throughout his day. He could’ve whispered “I love you” into your skin every night. Only he didn’t.

His last words to you were “I don’t want you” and he couldn’t take it if those were his last words for you ever. He never let himself admit to you that he had fallen. That he was absolutely crazy for you, that he loved you even before you ever kissed him.

He was about to spiral in guilt when your sister arrived in the early morning. She visibly didn’t expect Fernando there, holding her sister’s hand.

“I just talked to the doctor,” Mila, your sister, muttered.

“He said the meds will wear off later today,” Fernando said.

“You can go rest now, come back later.” Mila offered. Didn’t sound like she wanted him specifically out, but more out of worry.

“No, I- I want to stay until she’s awake.”

“Fernando, she wouldn’t want you to wear yourself thin because of her,” The way Mila said the words, it left a little unsaid.

“You know?” Was all he asked. Do you know about us? What do you think? What did she say about me? But Mila just nodded, she didn’t look judgemental.

“I know.”

He was about to leave to at least shower and eat something before coming back. As Mila got closer to your sleeping form, Fernando stood back and your sister touched your hand. Then she knocked three times on the bedside table. Fernando frowned.

“Why did you do that?” He asked Mila.

“When we were kids in karting, Dad used to do that to our helmets before races, each knock means a word. ‘I love you’, and with time it just became a silly habit of hers,” Mila explained.

Fernando’s heart twisted inside, eyes watering.

Knock. I. Knock. Love. Knock. You.

You had been doing the knocks to him for months, even before the summer break.

He left the room without a word, breathing in and out to stop the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He wasn’t an emotional man by any means, but the knowledge that you have been loving him for so long, broke his heart.

After going back to the hotel to shower and eat, he went knocking in Alberto’s room when he noticed he didn’t have his phone anywhere in sight ever since before the race had started. Like predicted, Alberto had his phone.

In his suite, Fernando unlocked his phone to hundreds of notifications, a lot from other drivers, asking for news about you, since not the Formula 1 or the FIA had released any notes about your condition. After shooting a few answers to the other drivers, he finally saw one notification, saying you had left him a voicemail the day before. From the time stamp, it was a bit before the race.

Wide eyed, he pressed play on the voicemail.

“Hey, I’m about to go out in the car, but I guess I just breathed 10 seconds of courage, well not enough to wait to say it to you face to face,” you giggled nervously, “but what I mean to say is, I love you. Probably not what you wanted to hear, but I do love you. And I know you don’t feel the same, but maybe you could… I don’t know, maybe you could take a chance on me. I know your reservations about the world, but… We should take the jump. I can make you really happy if you let me. And maybe one day you will grow to love me- god, that last part was pathetic- Shit- How do I delete this?” There was noise as if you were struggling with the phone and then someone called your name far away, “one second!” you told the person, “shit, I gotta go. Just please, can we talk over the winter break? I guess what I mean is that-” Then the beep ended the message, cutting your voicemail off.

He pressed play a couple more times, until he could breathe again, your voice offering some sense of peace to his mind. You were willing to have him, even after he kicked you out of his hotel room, even after he pretty much ignored your history all these past few months.

It would be alright. You would wake up, he would tell you he loved you and he was so sorry that he had wasted so much time being afraid of what people may think or how the world might treat you.

Only you didn’t.

You didn’t wake up after the meds wore off. And Fernando, your sister, Vince and Martha were all shocked when the doctor said it was possible you were in a coma.

“Everything seems ok, but she’s not waking up. Sometimes the body takes a little more time to recover from traumas like this.”

“When-” Mila’s voice failed, tears streaming down her face, “when do you believe she could wake up?”

“We can’t pinpoint that with precision,” the doctor answered.

“Get all the tests redone,” Fernando said suddenly, “maybe you missed something.”

“But-”

“I’ll pay for it.”

That’s all he said before leaving and entering a toilet by the waiting room. His chest heaving, he watered his shaky hands to try and calm down. You didn’t wake up. They weren’t sure when or if you would wake up. And, fuck, Fernando had seen that before with Jules, who was comatose for months before passing away.

He remembered the blinding pain of losing a friend and he couldn’t bear losing the love of his life too. Fernando stayed in the stall for a while, trying to calm down his terrified thoughts.

When he went back, your sister was still crying, being comforted by Vince.

“Fernando, can you stay here while we call my family?” Mila asked, and Fernando nodded.

As they left, Fernando sat by your side, holding your hand. With his thumb running over the back of your hand, he looked at your face.

“I don’t want you to go,” he whispered, “I need you here. There’s still so much for you here. Please, I just need you to fight a little more, yes? You have always been stubborn.”

He waited for some kind of miracle, for you to wake up, for your eyes to find him like they always did even in a crowded room.

“When you recover, we will go out, on a proper date, and we’ll dance, like you wanted to. We’ll hold hands and I’ll take you to meet my family.” He kissed the back of your hand softly, “Wake up, Mariposa.”

He stayed there the whole day, letting your sister go find a hotel to stay and get some sleep. Then at night, she came back, assuring Fernando that he should go to sleep too, she knew he was more than a day and a half awake. Back at the hotel, he showered the smell of hospital off and made some calls to take care of his businesses. He texted George and Alex to update them. He also talked to his family, giving updates on his teammate, but not prolonging the chat as to not risk breaking down because of the state his mariposa was in the hospital. Then he went to sleep after a quick dinner, exhausted enough to sleep fairly quickly.

He managed to sleep the whole night, going in and off dreams of you, his brain probably too worried to really forget, even unconscious. He woke up at dawn, going back to the hospital so your sister could leave to rest.

Fernando checked on you first thing, and you were still unconscious, but your sister was on the phone talking to your parents, so he just left to give her a little privacy. He went into the cafeteria and drank a small cup of coffee.

As he went back, he noticed how agitated Vince looked on the phone right outside your room.

“Vince, what happened?” He asked, dreading that the worse had happened in the few minutes he was away.

“She woke up!”

Fernando’s eyes welled up with tears as he opened the door.

“-No, no, don’t talk just yet. Let’s wait for the doctor,” you sister said to you, then both of them looked at Fernando, who looked rooted to the spot, “Fernando! She woke up!” Your sister said through happy tears.

Your sister hugged again, kissing your head, whispering how she loved you all while Fernando stood there, trying to will his limbs to move. Then the doctor and a nurse came, asking you all to leave so he could examine you.

He waited outside as your sister went on the phone with the good news to your family again. Then the doctor came out, announcing you were looking good, and apparently no sequelae but they would still keep you for a few more days for close examination and to make sure everything was alright.

Barely registering anything, Fernando just entered your room, and you smiled at him. You smiled. Your eyes shining bright like you had just woken up from a simple nap.

And then he cried. Fully cried for the first time since the accident, like the relief of seeing you alive and well broke the dam of the tears he had been trying to hold back. And he could breathe again. Covering his face with both hands, he tried to get himself in control but he only stopped when he heard you.

“Na-” your voice was hoarse, “-no.”

“No, don’t talk yet. The nurse said your throat might feel a little dry.” He managed to subside his tears enough to talk.

When he sat down on the chair, you lifted your hand to hold his face. You were still a bit weak, but you wiped his face of the tears. He held your hand with both of his, kissing your palm.

“You gave us quite the scare,” Fernando said with a small smile. You smiled back, looking sleepy, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You shook your head minimally but your eyes had that mischievous glint, like you were thinking of a silly joke about how tough you actually are.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for making you think I don’t love you, when I really do. I have for the longest time. We’ll make it work, however you want,” he just dumped the words, not wanting to lose another precious second not being yours, “soy tuyo, Mariposa. Te amo, mi amor.”

You just held his hand, squeezing it slowly three times. I. Love. You.

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #formula 1 #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso #formula one #Spotify

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zriasstuff · 3 months

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Underwater fun-Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader smut

Warnings: 18+ mature fanfic, includes sexual activities (him pleasuring you in public)

“What do you think you’re doing”, you whisper to Mattheo while both of you are standing in the black lake, seemingly just chatting in the water. The cold water went all the way up to your collarbones, so much that you could still stand, but not very securely. It made you feel a little wobbly on your feet.

You had asked Mattheo that question because you felt his knee creeping up higher, almost touching your lower private area now. His leg fit perfectly between both of yours.

“Matty, whatever it is that you got planned-”

“Just enjoy the water, won’t you”, he responds teasingly, interrupting you mid sentence.

His smirk indicated to you that you were about to enjoy a lot more than just the apparent water. You gradually realized that he had envisioned something very risky in his mind.

Mattheo’s knee between your legs was now placed so perfectly, that whenever you even moved in the slightest, your cunt would automatically rub against it. He even held you tightly by your waist, so that you couldn’t get away from him.

It was surely his intention, for you to get loose, to get you all riled up. Aware of the rather public situation, you spin around to make sure no one was watching.

“Don’t be shy darling, no one is watching”, he baits you once again, not even hiding his desire for you to get off on him. When you wouldn’t indulge, he props his knee even further up, making it directly touch your cunt.

Without it being your intention, one shift of your position suddenly made you feel a wave of brain melting pleasure. The strong pressure on your clit started to feel a little too good. It felt nasty to practically grind against his hard knee, like some touch starved, pathetic slut.

But the more you rubbed against him, the needier you got, feeling yourself get wetter in the process.

“Enjoy yourself princess?”, he cockily asks. He knows exactly that within seconds you’d be begging for him to make you cum.

Mattheo had always had this persuasive aura around him. Whatever he set his mind to, he would achieve. Of course he knew your limits, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t push them a little for fun.

“Please Mattheo, want more”, you moan quietly, while desperately aching for more friction to please your throbbing cunt. You never imagined it’d feel so good to grind on his knee, so good that it turned your cunt into such a wet mess.

He somehow always managed to get you craving his touch, whether it was his cock, fingers, or even knee now.

“Well, since you asked so nicely”, he granted you your wish, and within seconds his knee was replaced by his hand. Wasting no time, he smoothly slid two fingers inside you. Your soaking wetness had allowed him easy and quick penetration, and he felt your cunt sucking him in with its tightness.

“Look how wet my princess is”, he coos, “I told you you’d have fun”. That cocky look on his face was provoking all the more impure thoughts. You imagined what it would be like if there were no people around. How he could then fuck you in the water, have you get high on his cock. You wish everyone would just magically disappear.

The way his fingers stretched your aching cunt wide open almost made you reach your climax right then right there. They kept exploring your walls from every possible angle, brushing against every spot. His thumb additionally circled your clit to create even more simulation, so much you couldn’t hold in the sinful moans that escaped your mouth anymore.

You’d gotten used to how good Mattheo was with his fingers ever since you started dating, but this time, the possibility of being caught made it all so much more exciting. That meant you’d really have to try to not draw everyone’s attention on your public sexual cadaver.

“Can’t even keep your mouth shut anymore huh”, Mattheo points out. You bit down hard on your lip and tried to keep a neutral face to not raise any suspicions.

Knowing that he had such a delicious effect on you, he tried all the more to get you cracking and get caught. It didn’t matter because everyone could then see that you were his, and that only he could get you all riled up like this in the water.

His finger thrusts were becoming quicker and viciously hit your sensitive spot, causing you to struggle to keep still in the water. Your legs were squirming around and firmly clinging onto his leg, and your nails kept digging into his torso. All so you wouldn’t lose balance.

“Plea- Please, go slower”, you whine, not sure how much more of this you’d be able to take without exposing yourself.

“What was that, you want it faster?” Mattheo got extremely turned on watching you barely being able to keep it together. He was this close to pushing you over the edge right now. His fingers continued going in and out of you at an ungodly speed, solely focused on your pleasure. Meanwhile his cock was begging for some friction too, the bulge becoming clearly visible through his swimming shorts.

At that point, the rough fingering was becoming too much, and you felt your rushed climax approaching. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum”, you whimper.

But all of a sudden he pulls his fingers out. The sensation was gone. While he was licking his fingers clean with a smirk plastered on his face, you were desperately clenching around nothing anymore. “Mattheo, please make me finish”, you impatiently beg him. He couldn’t just leave you hanging like this, after all he’d started it.

There was nothing more that you wanted right now, than to have him stroke your sweet spot repeatedly, to have his fingers torturing you into orgasm after orgasm. It didn’t matter anymore that you were in public, all you wanted was him.

“Sorry darling, party’s over”, and with that you saw everyone leaving the lake to get dressed and go back to your dorms. Awfully convenient you thought.

Seeing from Mattheo’s devious expression, you realized his goal was to leave you feeling unsatisfied all along, so you would be even hornier later on.

And just like he predicted, his mischievous plan succeeded. At least you were sure that he was going to make it up to you back in his dorm.

#harry potter #oneshot #slytherin #slytherin boys #drabble #harry potter oneshot #mattheo riddle oneshot #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #harry potter smut #slytherin boys x you #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys smut

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rkvriki · 12 days

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ enhypen obliviously in love

hi.......lmfao i keep disappearing i swear i'm alive but my isnpo has been going down the drain but i got this cute lil idea also to take a break of all the smutty things i've been posting lolz... anyways hope you enjoy this one !

make sure to leave feedback and reblog! my requests are closed and my talk box is always open so lets talk!

WARNINGS ! none really i think?? this is just not my best work im sorry </3 word count: 1.9k a/n: sorry that some of them, mainly hee's, are smaller than others, my brain isn't functioning and i had a writer's block during this and if it's not goo it's bc i quite forced myself to write this bc i wanted to post sth :(

୨୧ LEE HEESEUNG ! - trying to hold your hand and failing

you and heeseung met through mutual friends in your first year of college and you became almost inseparable ever since then. in the beginning of it, you would only be together when the whole group was, but as time went by and you both started feeling more than just platonic feelings you two started hanging out alone as well. it was usual for heeseung to walk you to your apartment after classes and today was no different. you two walked side by side, the sun almost setting behind you. it was mostly quiet except for the background chatting and the small talk you two would make about something you saw. you could feel heeseung’s hand brushing against yours from time to time and you were internally cursing him out for not holding your hand already. after a few moments of silence, you heard heeseung sigh as he gained courage to hold your hand. his hand got closer to yours but- oh! a light post came between you two. needless to say heeseung was a blushing mess while you laughed at him.

୨୧ PARK JONGSEONG ! - confronting you about it

anyone had to be really blind to not notice the romantic connection there was between you and jay. it was so obvious you were both in love with each other, it was almost painful how one of the sides didn’t notice. that side being you. it’s not like you didn’t like jay romantically, because you do. a lot. but you felt like he just saw you as a best friend he tends to protect a lot. jay didn’t really show it, but he gets really frustrated when he tries to make a move on you in a subtle way, only for you to put him in the friend zone, but it’s all unintentional. every time someone tells you “jay totally likes you.” you’re quick to dismiss them because he would never see you like that. even though you’re the one saying it, it breaks you inside. until one day, you’re both in a diner, sharing fries and a milkshake and you can see jay fidgeting nervously and bouncing his leg repeatedly. “you’re restless, what’s going on?” you ask him, worried. jay sighs heavily and props his elbows on the table, staring at you with a serious expression. “look, i don’t know if i should just give up, because at this point you have to be pretending not to know.” he says “T-to know what?” he laughs at that. “that i like you, dummy.”

୨୧ SIM JAEYUN ! - tries to kiss you and fails

as childhood friends you and jake were always expected to end up dating by your fellow family members. you would always brush off any comments about you two (deep down you wish they were true) while jake just smiled like a fool while looking at you. it was no surprise when jake told his friends he liked you. it wasn’t hard to notice how he felt about you, seen the way he looks at you with glimmering eyes as he took in every word you say. he has never really tried to hide how he felt about you. he wasn’t ashamed of it and couldn’t wait for the moment you realized he liked you, because deep down he knew you felt like him too. it’s funny to him how he’s always making flirty comments and giving you kind of romantic presents and still you just thought he was playing his role as your best friend. but still, even though it was all funny and entertaining to watch, jake was tired of waiting and he decided to just directly show you how he feels. so that’s how you find yourself sitting in the park bench with him as layla plays around. jake takes a quiet deep breath as his hand comes up to brush your hair from your face, making you face him. he takes that as an opportunity to lean down. you, thinking he was gonna whisper something, turned your face to the side, making him bump his head against you. he starts laughing at you, making you confused. “you can’t really see it, can you?”

୨୧ PARK SUNGHOON ! - misunderstanding gone right ?

no one who knew you two understood how in hell you and sunghoon weren’t a couple. it was so obvious you both liked each other but still none of you seemed to do anything about it. you two were your class’s representatives so you two were almost always together and it wasn’t too hard to notice the lingering touches or stares you shared. but something the other students didn’t know was that you two had actually talked about your “feelings”. one day sunghoon almost overheard you telling your friend you liked him. “you like me?” he had asked “no! no, i don’t like you, sunghoon.” you answered trying to play it off. he nodded, his lips pursing. “good, then because i’m in love with someone else.”. it was something along those lines and you two had never talked about it again, but the tension never left. it felt heavy on you and it was painful to spend time alone with sunghoon so you settled that you were gonna tell him the truth. “remember that day you asked me if i liked you?” he hummed as he stopped in his tracks. “well, i lied. i like you, actually. i don’t want things to get awkward because you don’t feel the same but i needed to be honest.” his eyes widened as he stared at you like you were crazy. “are you kidding me? i only said i didn’t like you because you said you didn’t like me.” you gasped and pointed an accusing finger at him “why did you lie then? you said you were in love-” “hey! don’t put the blame on me now you lied too.” “well, we still can fix it right?” you said laughing making him do the same.

୨୧ KIM SUNOO ! - “PFT! who would ever like me?”

you and sunoo weren’t the closest people ever but you two spent a lot of time together since pretty much all of your friends were mutual. still, that fact didn’t stop you from developing a silly crush on him that quickly turned into something more serious the more you got to know him in the very few times the two of you were left alone after a group hangout. no one knew about it except for your best friend. you never told sunoo, not because you were afraid of rejection or him being rude because with how sweet his personality is, he would’ve rejected you in such a friendly manner it would make you think he’s reciprocating the feelings, but because no one like him would ever like you, he was way out of your league. so, confessing was definitely out of question, no matter how much your best friend would insist you would simply not do it. but in reality, it wasn’t really like that. one day you were hanging out with sunoo and your best friend at a cat cafe when suddenly in the conversation you said something along the words of “who would ever like?” and bold sunoo, was not afraid to hide his sincere feelings and answered with “i do.” he smiled while you looked up blushing furiously. your best friend laughing maniacally. “w-what?” sunoo chuckled at your reaction. “i thought i made it quite obvious that i liked you, silly.” oh! who would’ve guessed!

୨୧ YANG JUNGWON ! - heard you liked “someone else”

you and jungwon had met each other in sophomore year of highschool and it was safe to say there was a connection instantly that was more than just a platonic one. you two quickly became attached at the hip. if jungwon said he was going somewhere it was sure that you would be here two, if you were being invited somewhere they could already expect the “can jungwon come along?” question, and vice-versa. it wasn’t strange when people came up to either you or him and asked if you were dating each other and it honestly shocked everyone when you both would always answer no to it, even your own girlfriends found your “friendship” strange. they did not find the idea of a boy-girl friendship weird or impossible to exist but they just couldn’t see your dynamic as friends so it was bound for them to question you. you heard the question so many times you decided to just tell them “fine! yes, i like him so, what?” you saw their shocked faces but they weren’t looking at you. you looked behind you seeing jungwon behind you. when you locked eyes he was quick to turn his back and walk away making you panic. a few days have gone by after that and you decided you needed to talk to him. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i didn’t want things to get ruined by this.” jungwon stared at you “who even is tha guy?” he asked making you look at him as if he had three heads. “what?” you asked “what what?” “jungwon the guy is literally you, i thought that was settled already.” jungwon stayed silent before laughing like a maniac. “if you’re here to make fun of me you can-” jungwon shut you off with a kiss, making you relaize where things went wrong.

୨୧ NISHIMURA RIKI ! - i don’t even know how to word this one

let’s settle one thing. you two knew you both liked each other. romantically. you just don’t bother on labelling it or directly showing it to each other. everyone around you found your dynamic honestly weird but to you two it was more simple than people put it to be. it all started when you were really oblivious about ni-ki’s feelings for you so he decided to hint that he liked you more than a friend. like one time you were walking to his house and he just shoot “you look cute.” but you didn’t quite hear what he said, distracted by a dog “what did you say?” he sighed “i said you look like a fruit.” “riki that does not make sense, but whatever you say.” and he started gradually getting bolder. “i can’t get this song out of my head.” you told him during class “i can’t get you out of my head.” oh! that was new information for you “thanks…?” at this point you were acting dumb for him and he couldn’t take it anymore so he got even more straightforward. during one of your daily walks you were rambling about a flower you saw on the way and he just let you talk as his hand sneakily grabbed yours, making you stop talking and falter in your steps “what?” he asked as if it was nothing “n-nothing!” he smiled as he kept walking along with you. after that day he noticed a change. a good one. and that’s when he realized you had realized so he decided to just get to the point “is it weird if i kiss you?” he asked when you were eating lunch in the school garden. you put your drink down and turned to look at him. “honestly, riki? yes. do i care? no.” so with that he grabbed your face, kissing you as he smiled against your lips.

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yelenabemylova · 8 days

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say no more, my queen - regina george x reader

summary: regina taking care of her girlfriend on her period

“What are you doing here, baby?” Regina sat down at her vanity table to take off her rings after she noticed you curled up in her bed after school. She received no response, so she decided to gently pull back the thick duvet covering you.

Snatching it back quickly, you huffed and scowled at her, “leave me alone.” Regina scoffed, “you're in my bed.” You only buried yourself deeper into her sheets, not caring about how your girlfriend could potentially be mad at you for ignoring her.

Regina began to frantically wrack her brain for what could make you feel and act in such a way. She didn't recall you feeling ill recently nor did she think she'd done anything to upset you.

Her mother came upstairs and saw Regina leaning over your figure in bed, quietly leaving a tray of snacks for the both of you. She had let you in before your girlfriend had gotten home and told you to make yourself comfortable upstairs.

The assortment of food that June had left was entirely different to what Regina had been eating before she met you. Ever since you had started to get closer to her, slowly her incessant thoughts about being conscious of her body were replaced by your consistent compliments about how perfect she looked.

Carefully, she rustled a bag of crisps, hoping it would get you to emerge from your cocoon of safety. Wordlessly, your arm reached out from under the blanket, your hand open. Regina placed the bag in your hand and you were quick to begin eating it under the blankets.

Suddenly, it clicked for Regina. She remembered you complaining about PMS a few days prior and how terrible it was making you feel.

Going into full protective girlfriend mode, she quickly ordered pizza and took off her makeup before getting into some comfy pyjamas. She went downstairs to collect the food and a hot water bottle with painkillers, bringing them up to you in a hurry.

She knew that you were always especially hungry when you were on your period but your cramps made it too hard to move to get anything to eat. As she climbed into bed, she set up her laptop with a new reality show playing quietly in the background.

“Baby, food’s here!” she gently shook your arm, which got you to uncover yourself. A small smile was evident on your features as you saw the box of pizza on Regina's bed. “All for you, sweetie,” she opened the box and fed you a slice.

As she continued to feed you, you became more like your normal self, chatting away to your girlfriend as she held the hot water bottle to your lower stomach. After you had eaten, she handed you some ibuprofen and a glass of water, encouraging you to take it so you could nap in peace.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, m’lady?” Regina teased. “You know those chocolate strawberries we made last night?” you sheepishly grinned. “Say no more, my queen,” Regina bowed, making you giggle.

She ran downstairs and retrieved them quickly, “nothing but the best for my perfect, beautiful girl.” You blushed, “thank you Gigi.”

Regina put her arm around you as she got comfortable with you tucked into her side, “so, are you gonna share those?” The expression on your face was priceless, “I am bleeding out of my uterus Regina George and you have the audacity to ask me-”

She chucked quietly as she silently regretted even asking as she listened to your rant.

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 4 months

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Like no one is watching

summary: a little stream rekindles feelings that had been lurking somewhere in between the lines. Or have they?

a/n *hits chest* guilty, guilty, guilty... yet I had to write this because I was about to go insane. Don't come for my head. Had never written for this man before. Enjoy. 🤍🫧

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It was supposed to be a chill night. Nothing big. Nothing special. All Vince wanted was to hang out with a couple of his old friends and mess around for a bit on stream. He needed to get his mind off the last couple of games that weren't his best. And it was just that—a good evening filled with goofy jokes—until Brian went quiet for a minute before saying, "Uuu, Y/N is coming over," and Vince's body nearly had an out-of-body experience. One that makes you fella as if, suddenly, you are standing a foot away from your body, and it almost feels like tunnel vision, but then it all snaps back into place. Yet Vince pulled the most neutral facial expression he could master before saying, "The one from the game?" making Brian simply hum in confirmation as he typed out a message to you.

The thing was, that it was stupid to even pretend that Vince didn't know you. Or that he only had seen you in one of his games as Brian's plus one. Well, besides being one of the NHL investor's daughter—a tag you shook off with a frown every time. You had made quite a name for yourself on your own. You had graduated from medical school with honors. And had opened a boutique in downtown Chicago... Not that Vince was keeping tabs or anything.

The truth was that he had never paid much attention to you at sports events or gatherings. Not that you were there often. But something about you standing there in the stands during his last game had messed with Vince's brain chemistry, and Vince just hadn't been the same ever since. He had, of course, asked Brian about your friendship and felt even more whiplashed when his friend casually shrugged while saying that you two had known each other for years. A friend of a friend. And since the energy was comparable, you had stayed in touch.

"Vince, keep the chat entertained while I let her in," Brian got up quickly, but not before stopping to address chat too, "Guys, your favorite person is here." Vince was once again left wondering how many times you two streamed together. And kicking himself for never really finding the time to watch his friends' lives. Laughter echoed from the hallway, and Vince had to mentally tell himself not to look back so he wouldn't come off too desperate. Paying extra attention to the sea of messages about how everyone was so excited to see you.

"Make some noise, make some noise," Brian shouted as he sprinted back, clapping his hands. He pulled the mic to his lips, "The one and only, Y/n Y/L/N." Your laughter filled the room, quickly followed by the clicking of your heels. "You are insane," you muttered, stepping through the door. A slight surprise washed over your face when your eyes fell on Vince, sitting in one of the chairs, but it was quickly masked by a warm smile. "Oh, hey, Vince," you muttered before leaning forward slightly to wave at the camera.

"Hey guys, long time no see. Please tell me that you've been making fun of Brian for me", you smirked, sticking your tongue out at him. "Changed my mind; I don't want you here," he huffed, playfully pulling at your hand. Vince blinked a couple of times. Finally realized that he had been staring at you the whole time, but then who could blame him? You had caught his eye back then with a messy bun, baggy jeans, and his team's jersey on. Now, with a black dress, heels, and full of glam. Lord was on his side, and he was sure glad that he had been sitting.

"Do I know Vince?" you read, your eyes darting to the awfully quiet hockey player to your right. "Yeah, we met. Was at his game, actually", you nodded slowly. "I should know all the rules by now, but..." Pulling a face, you shook your head. You avoided the games like a plague. Daddy's girl in the stadium. Those words alone made you want to run. You would rather fall face-first into dog shit. "We'll get you to more games, and you'll get it in no time," Vince's voice made your head snap back to him. The fucker dared to smirk too. Oh, but you knew his type. Heard all about it, and two could play this game. "Is that an offer?", you asked innocently. Vince only shrugged as he leaned back in his chair, "A fact." Your eyes stayed glued to each other. You hated how you could never get a read on him. How could a guy look both like the biggest mistake and like a gift from the Lord himself?

"They want to see your fit, Y/n," Brian's voice made you blink. Turning your attention back to the camera, you muttered, "Oh, wait," you backed up slightly. Trying to fit at least most of your body in a frame. "Do a twirl," Brian clapped his hands like a kid, making you shake your head. "Of fuck you, that's stupid," you muttered. "No cap, do a twirl," he motioned with his finger for you to do as he said. You rolled your eyes, but then you did feel cute today, so a little hype has never hurt anybody. "It's nothing," you said as you twirled a couple of times, "a black dress and these awful heels." You lifted one of your feet slightly, showing the sparkly, black heel.

"My turn!" Brian shouted, stepping up front as he went on a rant about what he was wearing. You stepped aside with a giggle. He was way too excited to do this, so alcohol had to be involved in this steam in some way. "Sponsorship event?", Vince said under his breath, clearly only trying to catch your attention. "You know it...", breathing out, you let out a sigh. People might call you ungrateful for this, but you hated attending anything that involved your father and his money. You were like a shiny toy for him. "Do you hate them?", he asked, catching a slight frown on your face. "Tell me about it," you said, laughing under your breath. "I ain't a fan as well," he added with a nod. "Oh, I know", you muttered, stepping aside from his chair.

"I will go for now; I need to get out of these before I start bleeding all over the floor," you chuckled, pointing to your feet once you found a minute of silence. You didn't want to just get up and walk out, so one way or another, you would have to find a little excuse to slip away. "Just get them off here," Brian muttered, not seeming to care as he scrolled through his playlist, looking for a new song to sing along to. "And flash the chat while doing so?", you rolled your eyes, "You wish for free content like that." You were about to wave your last goodbye when Vince cut in, "I'll get them." For a split second, you had hoped that you had misunderstood his intentions. So you just shook your head with a polite, "It's okay," but Vince scooted his chair closer. "No, no, I got it," he muttered, bending over.

A breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hands on your skin. "No, Vince," you muttered. But he just continued pulling at the strap; his warm fingers touching your cold ankle, sending shivers down your whole body. He fidgeted with it for a moment, but with an awkward angle, it sure wasn't an easy task. You were hoping that he was just going to give up, but his palm grasped your leg just slightly above your knee as he nudged it to a more comfortable angle for him. You nearly let out a shriek, but it turned into you biting your lip. Your hands pressed against his shoulder as you steadied yourself.

But God the feeling of relief once he finally pulled the scrappy shoes off. Near heavenly. Making your head fall back as you hummed in delight, "Remind me to boycott high heels from today," you muttered. Not to mention that you didn't miss the way Vince's hands lingered on your skin before he pulled back away from you. His gaze moves upwards to catch your eyes. And the urge to just take his face between your fingers and... Pull yourself together, Yn. You turned away quickly. Hoping to hide the slight blush on your cheeks. "It was nice seeing you guys", you waved your hand to the camera before quickly picking up your heels and padding out of the room.

Vince's heart was beating so hard against his chest. He was toying with a dangerous line. Girls like you were off-limits for a reason. The rules were pretty clear, too. It was bad enough that this was on the internet. One stupid move and his head would be drilled raw with people screaming at him. Nor did it help that your daddy dearest had spent some pretty coin on his team this year. Yet Vince was itching to get up and follow you. Little could be done with the cameras on, but outside this room, where no one could see you...

"Do you want another drink?" Vince said, causing Brian to shake his can, which, to Vince's luck, was indeed empty. "I'll get..." Brian had started, but Vince was already up and out of his chair. "I've got you, man," he said, tapping his friend's shoulder. He only had one shot at this. You can only get lucky so many times. But he didn't even need to go looking for you because the moment Vince rounded the corner to the kitchen, you were there. Leaning against the counter with your hands crossed over your chest.

"You're following me or something?", you muttered, tilting your head to the side. Vince tossed the empty cans out. "Or something," he muttered back. "Now you think you're funny?", you raised an eyebrow at him, pushing back from the corner to step closer to him. "What do you want, Dunn?", you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. A smirk tugged on his lips. That devilish one. One that turned him from an angel to a man of sins in seconds. "Back to the last name once again; you know I like it." His words were breathy and low as he reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, causing you to pull back.

"You look really good," Vince muttered, letting his eye fall down your body. Following your curves before your laughter filled the empty place. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, frowning slightly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shook your head, "You came here to tell me that I looked good?". This guy was something different. Yet your fingers reached up to his jaw, brushing over his jawbone. "You're adorable," you muttered. This time it was Vince who was pulling away, "I'm not adorable."

You bit your lip, trying to keep a serious face. Of course, he would get offended by a comment like that. "Yeah, I forgot that you're an angry puppy, my bad," you said with a firm nod of your head. Vince let out a huff, licking his lips as he stepped forward once more, towering over you. "Careful," he breathed out, leaning closer to your face. "Or what?", you urged him, not willing to back down. Your own hands moved to rest against his chest as you stepped on your toes. His warmth seeped into your palms. Vince's arms were pressed on either side of you. Caging you within his arms, "Or you might see a very different side of me." Your smirk matched his now as you bit your lip, tilting your head to the side. "Like..." you pushed on, wanting to see just how far he would let himself go.

"Not afraid that daddy will get mad?" The warm feeling in your stomach turned to ice. The smile faded from your lips as you reared back. "Oh, fuck you," you hissed, pulling at his arm to get away from him. You should have known better. "Y/n," Vince tried to grasp your arm, but you yanked it away quickly, "Forget it, Dunn." With a quick look around the kitchen, you grabbed your stuff and headed straight to the door, cursing yourself for willingly choosing to come here in the first place.

#I found myself on the dark side eh...#vince dunn imagine #vince dunn x reader #vince dunn #vince dunn x you #nhl x reader #ngl imagine #ngl x you #hockey imagine

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 9 months

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i literally have no idea what this is, or where it came from but here's a thing:

pairing: steddie | word count: 2,043 | rated: M (will be E in next part)

Eddie Munson was not Steve’s bi awakening, okay? He wasn’t.

He just happened to be standing in the middle of Family Video dressed like his bi awakening (and it didn’t help that he already had an embarrassingly huge crush on the guy).

Steve had come out of the back none the wiser to what he was about to see, glancing up from the tape he was carrying for someone who’d called earlier. His eyes met big, clunky, worn-in cowboy boots, long lean legs (and very nice ass–damn, they’ve got one of those stupid bandanas in their back pocket too) in classic Levis so tight they looked like they were painted on, the back of leather jacket (--hold on), and the back of a head of long, wild-looking, sun-kissed, yet still dark hair.

After his seconds-long oogling, Robin, who was chatting with Bon Jovi’s twin at the counter, glances behind him at Steve.

Bon Jovi tries to turn and look back without taking himself off the counter, but when that insane hair of his gets in the way, he shoves up off the counter and spins on one heel.

“Munson? Where the hell’ve you been?” Steve thanks whatever it is up there that the surprise of seeing Eddie again temporarily suspends his frazzled ‘hothothothothot’ thoughts about his friend enough to respond normally.

“Damn, Stevie, been gone all summer and all I get is a ‘The hell’ve you been’?”

“Of course, asshole, you’ve been gone All. Summer.” Steve says, finally getting to the counter himself and dropping the tape on it. He scoops Eddie up in a tight hug, one long won from their month of recovery post-Vecna.

Everything went fine, Vecna was dead, the upside-down sealed away, but they hadn’t all left unscathed. Specifically Steve and Eddie, both of whom ended their spring break from hell nursing bat wounds, and closer than ever before.

Then, after finally graduating, being hailed a hero for “saving” Max and Dustin from the real killer (thank you, suspicious government people), Eddie was hauled out of Hawkins by his Uncle, the former of whom got just enough time for a quick ‘Gotta go, Wayne wants me helping out at the farm this summer,’ before he was gone.

“I told you I would be, Harrington,” Eddie says once Steve sets him back down on his own two feet.

“So what happened? Where’ve you really been?”

Eddie raises a brow, “At the farm. Like I said.”

“Okay, well, excuse me for thinking it may have been the same 'farm' my parents said my childhood dog was sent off to.”

“You think my Uncle was gonna take me upstate to shoot me dead?”

“Obviously not, dumbass, but what other goddamn reason would you, Eddie Munson, have to be on a farm. Like with cows and stuff?”

“Though the sun did you some favors,” Robin cuts back in.

And isn’t that the truth. Up close now (and letting himself look), Steve could see how Eddie’s normally dark hair and pale complexion were now sun-kissed and so well be-freckled that it sent his stomach for another rollercoaster ride.

“Yeah, Munson, you planning on keeping the blond around?” Steve teases, picking up a strand of sun-lightened hair off Eddie’s shoulder and giving it a short tug.

“I don’t know, I’m not really used to how light…”

Whatever Eddie says after that is completely drowned out by ringing in Steve’s ears because Eddie stretches an arm up to paw at the top of his head and he’s wearing a crop top.

He’s wearing a goddamn crop top under his jacket, some band tee that looks like he’d hacked off himself..and are those abs?? God damn he is so fine. It’s not fucking fair. Who does he think he is running around like Steve’s own personal wet dre–

“Holy shit.”

He couldn’t help it. The words just fell out of his mouth.

“H-holy shit, you’ve got abs, Eddie!”

‘Thank you, Robin.’ Steve thinks at her absently since his brain is completely preoccupied..

“Wha–? Oh! Yeah! Check me out, huh?!” Eddie grins wide, lifting his shirt just a bit more to show off the toned expanse of stomach.

Steve’s mouth goes bone dry.

“And that’s not all,” Eddie says. He drops his shirt and shucks the jacket off his shoulders.

His very well sculpted shoulders.

And arms.

And oh god those hands. Steve could hear the soft scrapes of rough callouses against the leather when Eddie threw the garment onto the counter beside him and his only thought was about how they might feel against his skin..

Still beaming, Eddie flexes one, then both arms, his biceps bunching under more tanned skin. “I got a lot of ‘lifting heavy things and putting them back down again’ in over the summer.” he continues, “I’m probably stronger than you now, Harrington.”

“Ha haha, right..yeah. Robin, can you excuse us for a second?”

Steve doesn’t wait for her response before he grabs Eddie around one of those absolutely delicious biceps and hauls him through the store and out the back door.

He lets a grinning Eddie go as soon as they’re through the back door, taking a couple steps away towards the woods behind their building, and trying to calm down with measured breaths.

When he does turn around, Eddie’s stood away from the door, one hip cocked out and his arms crossed across his chest.

The grin on his face has melted down into a smirk though, and the look in his eyes is less teasing and more cautious.

Steve steps back up close to the other man, and literally starts to circle him like a shark. Scanning his eyes up and down Eddie’s body as he does.

“What’s goin’ on Stevie? Looking for some style tips?” he jokes.

Steve doesn’t answer, and starts his second cycle around his friend.

“You know, maybe get rid of some of those polos?” Eddie sounds just a bit more unsure this time.

Steve’s behind Eddie’s right shoulder when he speaks again. “You think you can barge back in after all this time, looking like that,” Steve comes around to stand in front of Eddie again, “And not expect me to react?”

Eddie grins wickedly again, and steps back at the same time Steve steps forward.

“Expect me to not want to devour you whole?”

“You expect me to want that, big boy?” Eddie says as he’s pressed between Steve and the closed back door.

Steve rears back immediately, “Shit, Eddie, I’m sor–”

“‘Cause I do.” Eddie grabs hold of Steve and spins them around, pressing the younger man back against the door instead. “Ohhh boy, do I want that.”

Steve groans as Eddie slots their hips together, “You really are a big boy, aren’t you sunshine?”

“The things I’m gonna do to you..” Steve growls out, Eddie’s jaw snapping open with his words.

They’re both startled away from the back door when Robin bangs on it, “You’ve got five minutes to get back in here before I drag you back in! It’s Friday and we’re about to get busy!” she yells through the door.

He hears her converse squeak on the tile inside the door as she heads back to the front, then chances a look at Eddie.

He looks as red as Steve feels, from the bit of his face he can see from behind the hair he holds over it.

“Eddie–”

“It’s cool, Harrington,” he wheezes out a dry laugh, glancing over at him, “Better get in for the rush before Robin comes back.

He reaches for the handle again, but is stopped short by a hand on his wrist.

“Listen, Eddie.” Steve says, giving the other man’s arm a soft tug to get him to turn around. “I may have gotten a little…over enthusiastic…”

Eddie’s face scrunches up in a weird way.

“No! Not in a bad way, unless you weren’t as into it as I was–doesn’t matter! Point is, I may have gone a little crazy, but I wasn’t faking it.”

“I don’t think guys can fake it, Steve-o.” Eddie jokes softly, a small smile on his face.

Steve chuckles just as soft, “Shut up man, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“I think you do.”

“I dunno Steve," Eddie shrugs sarcastically, "You’re quite an enigma.”

“Okay, fine, here’s it spelled out for you: I am super into you.” Steve puts up a finger to stop whatever it is Eddie was about to say, “Hold on– I am bisexual, have been for a while and would like to try this..with you. If you want.”

“You gotta be more specific on what ‘this’ is, sunshine.” Eddie steps close to him once again.

Steve smirks, walking Eddie backward to the door again with both hands on his waist. Once he’s got him pressed back against the warm metal, he scoops the hair away from Eddie’s ear and holds it out of the way with a hand on the back of his neck.

He leans in, whispering right into Eddie’s ear. “I want to take you apart, Eddie.”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath and Steve can feel the man’s heart hammering against his own chest.

“I want to suck you down, eat you out, and fuck you into next Tuesday.” He states, nipping on his earlobe for good measure before pulling back.

Steve takes in Eddie’s flushed face, his eyes blown out they’re almost completely black, his chest heaving.

“I’d also like to totally romance you and date the fuck out of you, but…” he shrugs, grinning as Eddie smacks his chest lightly with a laugh of his own.

“I’m serious though, Eddie. I want this.”

Eddie’s smile falls slightly. “You sure about the whole dating thing, Harrington? You know you can’t date me for real..like in public and shit.”

Steve shrugs, “I know, but… I don’t think I’d survive something casual with you, Eddie.”

Eddie lets out a breath like he’d been punched.

He takes back in a deep breath, then pulls Steve flush to him again.

“I think that sounds amend—-”

Eddie’s forehead smashes into Steve’s nose when Robin shoves the door open behind Eddie.

“Damn! I knew the door was a bad idea.” Steve says, his voice coming out nasally from where he’s pinching at the bridge of his nose.

“Time’s up, Dingus, get your fruity butt inside.”

Eddie chuckles after her, leading Steve inside. “You shouldn’t tip your head back, lean forward and let it drain out.”

“Ugh, you sure? I’ll get blood all over me,”

“I’m sure, sweetheart, I’ve had a few bloody noses in my time.”

“Here,” Robin says once they reach the counter.

Steve takes the offered tissues, and soaks up the small trickle of blood.

“You still wanna date me if my nose is crooked?” he asks Eddie, who’s (sadly) shrugging his coat back on.

He pretends to think for a moment. “Sorry Stevie, that’s a dealbreaker. Even if it was my forehead what done it.”

“Ugh you’re such a dweeb, I don’t know what you see in him, Steve.”

“He’s hot, okay? And he’s still hot even after he rejected me just now.” Steve states matter-of-factly while shoving a wad of tissue into the one nostril still bleeding.

“You think I’m hot?”

“Very.”

“No, you’re gross. You guys are both gross.”

“Oh Birdie, you should've heard the things he was saying to me outside; all ‘Ooh Eddie, your muscles are so big and so is your hair and also your di—’”

“OKAY! That’s enough of that!” Steve cuts him off, pushing the still grinning Eddie toward the door, then, a softer: “Yours or mine after I’m off?” once they’re at the door.

“Definitely yours, unless you want Wayne to be privy to our shenanigans.”

“Yeah, that’s a no. Also, shenanigans? Really? You’re a super dweeb.” Steve smirks, pushing his boyfr— frien— Eddie out the front door. “I’m off at four, see you at five?”

Eddie fumbles backward over the curb but manages to catch himself, “It’s a date, Steve.”

He watches Eddie climb up into his van, and follows its path down the road and out of sight with a dreamy sigh.

“You still have tissues in your nose, Dingus.”

part 2/2 here | and on AO3!

definitely inspired by this post from @sparrowtapes

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington having a crush on bon jovi is canon okay?#noelle writes

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multifandomgirl08 · 10 months

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Just Pretend - MV

Ex!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Rekindling of Past Relationship)

Summary: It had been a few years since you had seen Max. Since you had left him in Paris.

Warning(s): Flashbacks to verbal argument, google translated Dutch (Do I have to warn for this? Isn't it just implied at this point?)

A/N: Based on the song Just Pretend by Bad Omens. I have another few song-based fics that I'll end up adding to my masterlist that are for F1. And a second part is in the works for the Mini Verstappen Series, should hopefully have that up soon!

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It had been a few years since you had seen Max. Since you had gotten into that huge fight in his hotel room and left him in Paris. The words ever ingrained in your brain.

“I need you with me.” He pleaded to you, standing in his black dress pants and a white button-down dress shirt that was only slightly undone at the collar.

��You’re only asking me to move in with you so that it’s easier for you. Not because it’s what you really want.” You spat back at him.

You had similar arguments before, where he would plead with you to stop working and move to Monaco with him. The thought was nice and all, but it wasn’t realistic. You couldn’t just spend your days lounging around Max’s apartment doing nothing. You needed a job to keep you busy.

You didn’t even spare him a look, just tossed your things into your suitcase and took your passport out of the safe before slamming the hotel room door behind you.

After that, it was all a blur. You called a cab, and got a ticket on the next available flight home. You had never heard from Max. Did you even want to?

You had been together for almost two years. You didn’t really think that it had anything to do with the breakup, in fact, it was probably the distance and the constant travel. It felt like you never saw him anymore.

In the years since you had ended things, you had gotten a promotion at work that allowed you to work from home full-time. You only had to show up to the office once every six months. It also meant that you could travel more often.

It was the first time that you had gone to Paris since the breakup. You and a few of your friends had planned the trip which was mostly shopping and trying a few restaurants.

You had spent the day before walking around the city. You found a dress that you were really excited to wear to dinner tonight. One of your friends made plans for some restaurant that you had never heard of, so you put on your dress, and heels, and made sure to grab your bag before getting a taxi to the address that she had texted.

When you had gotten to the restaurant it was quiet, and had a covered patio area. It was nice, with soft music playing while the other patrons chatted while they ate and sipped on their wine.

As your friends arrived you couldn’t help but start talking about what you had done the day before given that none of you had a set itinerary for your trip, you just explored the city.

“What about you, Y/N?” Your friend asked.

You went into detail about the dress that you were wearing and the sweet woman who had talked to you when you bought the dress. You were just about to reply to the question of who it was made by when you saw a familiar pair of shoulders sit down in a chair a little further down from your table. You weren’t sure if it was who you thought it was, but you let your eyes fall to your plate.

“It’s umm,” You said clearing your throat. “Chanel.”

It was something that Max would have bought you if he was with you in that shop. You had to try to keep your eyes off the back of that guy's shoulders, even if all you wanted to do was look at him until you found out if it was Max. It couldn’t be Max, he was working. He was always working during the start of summer.

You had avoided looking over at the table again and just focused on your friends and the dinner that you had before you. It was easier that way, blocking out the rest of the world until you left.

You had split the bill between everyone and then got up from your table to leave.

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you as you followed your friends out of the restaurant.

It was Max’s voice. Your name still rolled off his tongue so perfectly in that distinct way only he had said your name. You had told yourself that you didn’t miss him, but hearing him say your name left your mind spiraling through all those things you claimed you didn’t miss: the way that he left dishes in the sink after you made dinner, or that he left his glasses half haphazardly on his driving sim. You kept telling him they would break if he didn’t take better care of them.

One of your friends gave you a look, asking if you wanted them to wait for you. You just shook your head in answer before she made the call me gesture. You gave her a nod in understanding before turning to see Max as he walked closer to you. You wanted to shift uncomfortably where you stood but just waited until he got closer to you.

It had been a long time since you saw him, you could see the subtle changes. His facial hair was finally growing in. He had lost the baby fat on his face, he looked good, happy.

“Hey, Max.” You said when he finally stood in front of you.

“What are you doing in Paris?” He asked.

Before Max, you weren’t much of a traveler, but thanks to him, you grew to have an appreciation for visiting other places and exploring. He got to travel all the time for work, while you didn’t. He had promised to take you to so many places when you were together. Paris had been one of them.

“Girls trip.” You said, hoping that it would answer his question enough. You almost wanted to lie to him and tell him that you were there to see someone, but couldn’t bring yourself to.

“Right, I…” He started to say. “I just didn’t expect to see you here, not after…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

Yeah. You weren’t sure if you could be in Paris again after you had been here with Max. How things ended here with Max.

“It’s good to see you again.” You couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or genuine.

“Yeah, you too.” You didn’t really know if you wanted to keep talking to him. It felt awkward, and you were just uncomfortable. But you couldn’t help but look at him and take in all of the changes. You wanted to know so many things, and at the same time, nothing at all. You wanted to ask him if he was happy. If there was anyone in his life. But you didn’t.

“I should probably go.” It was too easy to leave him standing there. You gripped your bag in your hand and turned away from him.

“You were wrong.” He said just after you turned your back to him, his hand now on your arm. You couldn’t help but slightly shiver at the feel of his skin against yours. He knew that was your weakness. It always did you in. “What?” You questioned not bothering to look at him. “When you said that it wasn’t what I wanted.” His voice was steady, making it more pronounced how sure he was of himself.

You closed your eyes at his words. Why did he have to bring that up? Why couldn’t he just let it go? You had. You had buried the past before you moved, you buried your Redbull jacket that Max had gifted you one year in a box and never opened it again. You shoved it in the back of your closet; even if you were tempted to go in and wear it again, you knew better.

You felt the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to wipe them away or force them back inside. You didn’t want to let Max see you cry.

“I kept pushing you. That’s why you didn’t want to go further with me,” He started to say. “I was away too often, I kept making promises that I never lived up to.”

As he kept talking you knew that Max was blaming himself. For whatever he thought he lacked while you were together, and that wasn’t the truth. Or at least not your truth. You just weren’t ready then, you were only 20 and everything with him had been moving fast. You didn’t want to go 200mph in a relationship. It would crash and burn before anything else, pun intended.

“I didn’t call enough, and I kept pushing you to quit your job which wasn’t right.” You had to stop Max, as much as those words would have been appreciated a few years ago. Hearing him admit that all those arguments you had about you quitting your job just felt odd. Maybe now that you were working from home, you understood how much you liked not having to constantly deal with being in an office space. Max hadn’t been right to ask you to quit your job, but he had made a fair point about being at home. It gave you more freedom to do what you wanted.

“Max… Please, please just stop.” You stood there for a moment before turning to him and held up your hand so he could see that you didn’t want him to continue. You didn’t want him blaming himself. Although there had been problems in the relationship, you were happy when you were with him.

It was easier to live your life with Max around, he always enjoyed laughing and having a good time, but he was in no way a party animal. He was sweet and down to earth despite the fact that he made more money than one person knew what to do with in a single lifetime.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t help but gravitate towards him. It was too easy to walk closer to him. His hands moved up your waist like no time had passed at all. His hands felt warm against the chiffon of your dress, you closed your eyes at the feel of his fingers fisting into the fabric.

“Max.” You whispered against his lips. He looked to meet your eyes silently asking if you wanted this.

You leaned towards him a little more, lightly feeling his lips brush against yours. Max deepened the kiss pulling you flush against him. Your arms moved around his shoulders, falling into the familiar dance that you did.

One of his hands moved to cup the side of your face, holding you there carefully. You could feel that his grip was getting lighter, his hands weren’t moving like he wanted to tear your clothes from your body.

It was like he wanted to take his time with you and cherish it. As if he would never be able to touch you again like you were fragile, breakable. He pulled back from you, looking into your eyes. He looked at you the same, he didn’t love you any less after all of this time.

“Take me back.” He murmured. You haven’t expected him to say that. You thought he would suggest sleeping together, one last time after everything. “Take me back and we can try again. I’ll do my best to make amends for all I did wrong back then.”

You couldn’t really find the words. You still tried to piece together your thoughts. After Max, you tried to date again. Your heart had never been in it. Like it was waiting for someone.

You didn’t think that it was waiting for Max to fix it after he helped break it the first time.

“I don’t know if I can Max.” You didn’t want to hurt him, you were just honest with him.

“Please, mijn liefje. I’ve waited long enough. I could barely let you go the first time.” This was news to you, from the few female friends that you still had from the world of F1, you had only ever heard stories about Max in passing. It was mostly about his career, never anything about his personal life, and you had thought it was because they knew that you didn’t want to hear about Max.

You never considered the reason that Max never reached out after Paris was because he had let you go. He had let you live your life without him. He had put what he thought you wanted above him. He had pretended that he was okay without you.

As you met his eyes you could see that all of his courage was slowly fading away.

You didn’t know if you should take this as a sign to give Max another chance. Your trip had been planned only a few months in advance while Max’s race schedule was planned 8 months in advance. You being in Paris at the same time as him couldn’t be a coincidence. And if it was one, then… you didn’t know what to make of it.

“Stay with me, ‘til the morning.” He pleaded as a last attempt. “Then if you never want to see me again. I won’t make you stay.” You knew that Max didn’t have a problem with going after what he wanted, that was why he was so successful when it came to his career. But you were surprised that he was just willing to let you go after all this time apart.

“Just til the morning.” You said. You could give Max until the morning. It would hopefully give you enough clarity if you could even give him another chance.

Spending the rest of the night with Max had been easy, you fell back into the rhythm of old conversations, and physical touches that seemed to come like second nature. Once you had done that he couldn’t seem to let go of you. You ended up back in your hotel room curled up against him on the couch with your legs over his lap as you talked about what he had been doing in the years that you were apart.

You could feel your eyes fluttering closed every now and then at the sound of his voice but forced yourself to keep them open. One moment you laid your head against Max’s shoulder and then next you were out like a light.

It had been the best night's sleep you had gotten in a long time. It was the most at ease you felt, waking up with his arms around you. Like no time in the world had truly passed between the two of you.

You looked over at him to hear the light sound of him snoring, and you couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. Some things never change.

You saw his browns move in confusion before seeing his blue eyes open and meet yours.

“Hi,” You said turning over.

“Hey.” He said back turning to meet you in the middle of the bed, you could see his smile grow for a moment before it diminished.

“I guess I should get going.” He was quick to move out of bed, collecting his jeans and shoes from the other side of the room.

“Max, you don’t have to leave.” You turned on your back before sitting up against the headboard.

“I do. You still don’t want me.” He wasn't looking at you.

“That’s not true.” You did want Max, maybe a little too much given how little time you had spent together. It shouldn’t have been that easy for you to want him again.

It was strange to think that this was all it took you to find your way back to one another.

“It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that… I don’t want us to move fast again.” Max lived a fast-paced life during the F1 season. You didn’t want to rush back into anything.

“We don’t have to move fast, we were together for almost two years before I ask you to move in with me the first time. And every time after that… I knew you were going to say no.” You hadn’t said no, you had just kept fighting Max on the fact that you couldn’t because of work. That wasn’t an issue though anymore, that should make it easier now.

Max had put on his jeans before leaning against the arm of the couch before turning to look at you.

“Am I not worthy of you?” That question hit you right in the heart. Did Max feel like he didn’t deserve you?

You let out a deep breath, “Of course, you’re worthy Max.” More than anyone, you wanted to say.

“It’s just, if we do this again, we need to go slow.” You wanted to take your time with him, you weren’t the same people as when you were in your early twenties. Things had changed and you didn’t want the same outcome as last time.

“We can go slow, your terms.” He said slowly walking closer to you before reaching for your hand. You looked down at his hand before pulling him in by his neck, letting your lips meet his. There wasn't a reason to pretend that you didn’t want this again. You could no longer just pretend that you were okay without him.

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I Know It Sounds Absurd (Please Tell Me Who I Am)

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Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Dedicated to all of you wonderful folks out there who enjoy my content! 🙈 You guys make my day every day! 😘 💜

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk, fingering, DARK THEMES such as rape play, rape fantasy, rape kink, consensual non con (reader is very much into it although she acts like she doesn’t); rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, squirting

Roughly looked over but I’m sure there’s mistakes 😜 also this one is mostly smut not much plot, Leon’s been making me feel some sorta way lately 🥵 🤭

Title from The Logical Song by Supertramp

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It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve actually spent any time with Leon. Your schedules haven’t lined up, you haven’t talked or even texted each other that much. You’ve been so busy with school that you’ve been putting all of your focus on that.

Or at least that’s what you’ve been telling yourself as you cancel plans again to work on your biology assignment. You’re starting to realize that as hot as you find it, Leon also kind of scares you. It’s nice to have someone so protective of you, but it’s getting to the point you don’t feel like you have any autonomy anymore.

It’s nice to get the flowers and notes left on your door, but you think that he’s starting to overstep a bit. He bumps into you everywhere: the grocery store, the library, the gas station, the park, the hair salon. It’s getting ridiculous.

Today, the guy you went out with ages ago to Lover’s Lane made eye contact with you in the library; you had your hand raised halfway to wave at him, to sort of say no hard feelings, but he blanched and took off in the opposite direction. Frowning, you watch him speed walk out of the library.

A warm arm brushes against your shoulder, “Hey, sweetheart, you working late again?”

Leon’s voice sends goosebumps down your arms every time you hear it; the deep timbre makes you ache in all kinds of ways, but fear zings through your brain at the same time.

You turn and smile at him, hoping he doesn’t see your nervousness, “Hey Leon, yeah, trying to cram in some study sessions before finals.”

“Really?” He smiles at you, boyish and sweet and it makes you soft for him.

“Mm yeah,” you hum, smiling more naturally, “Laura was supposed to meet me but she said something came up.”

“Oh, is that the friend from the grocery store?” He pulls out a chair and sits next to you, sliding a book out of the way to rest his elbow on the table.

“Yeah,” your brows pucker in annoyance, “I think you spooked her when you ran into us that day.”

“Ah, I’m sorry baby,” he soothes, rubbing his hot palm across your knee.

You nod but don’t say anything, thinking back to that day. Laura convinced you to make a snack run where you both accidentally met up with Leon. But now you’re not so sure it was an accident. You stepped away to grab something, leaving Laura to chat with Leon for a few minutes.

Hoping they got along, you came back to a tense situation that seemed to break up when Leon saw you. Laura didn’t really speak much for the rest of the day and now that you’re thinking of it, she’s avoided you pretty consistently ever since.

“You okay?”

Leon’s low rumble pulls you back to the present.

You nod and rub your eyes with the heel of your hands, “Yeah, I think I’m just burnt out.”

“Take a break, start fresh tomorrow. C’mon I’ll walk you home,” he stands up, helping you from your chair.

You smile up at him again, “Thanks, Leon. You’re so sweet.”

You grab his hand and stand up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. As you turn back to grab your things off the table, you don’t notice his blue eyes heatedly staring at you like he wants to eat you alive.

You toss your pencils in your bag last and throw the strap over your shoulder, “All ready to go.”

Leon slips the strap off of your arm and over his, “Let’s get you home, sweet girl.”

The sweetness of Leon’s actions makes you feel light and giggly, “Okay. Thank you!”

He smirks to himself while you walk beside him filling him in on your school schedule. The walk home seems to go by more quickly with Leon beside you. Once you’re outside your front door, you take your bag from Leon.

“Thank you for walking me home,” you smile shyly, biting your bottom lip.

“It’s no problem, sweetheart,” he trails his fingers down your jaw, underneath your chin, to tick your head up higher.

You sigh softly as Leon presses a kiss against your lips, quickly turning heated when he presses you against your door. You moan high in your throat, hands grasping the front of his shirt, fingertips catching on his badge.

You pull back, to confirm that yes he is wearing his uniform. How did you not notice? Your eyelashes flutter shut when he sucks a bruise on your neck, making your legs tremble.

“If I had the time, I’d take you apart right here, pretty girl,” he murmurs, kissing across your jaw, “make you cum all over me.”

“Leon!” you gasp, pussy dripping slick at his voice, “want it, please.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, slipping a hand underneath your skirt and panties to touch your bare pussy.

“Can you cum for me? Get my fingers nice and wet?” He growls, slipping his ring and middle finger in your clenching hole to fuck up hard into your pussy, palm smacking against your clit.

You gasp, hips rocking down into his palm, pussy clenching around his fingers. He rubs his thumb across your swollen clit in rough circles.

“Leon,” you whine, hands grabbing at his forearms, tendons flexing as he keeps finger fucking you against your front door.

You pant, eyes half lidded as you look up into his hungry gaze. Your pussy squelches with every movement, getting wetter at the thought of doing this in broad daylight where any of your neighbors could see.

His deep voice rumbles in your ear, “Love to just fuck you open on my cock, but we’ll have to save that for later.”

Slick leaks from your pussy all over his hand, dripping down his wrist.

“You’re gonna get my uniform all dirty, sweetheart,” he laughs, tongue dipping in your ear before he places a wet kiss on the shell.

You whine high in your throat, hips grinding down harder on his fingers stretching your drippy cunt open, “Leon!”

“Who’s gonna make you cum?” he growls in your ear.

“Daddy,” you buck your hips down into his hand and moan as his palm smacks your clit harshly.

“There we go,” he chuckles meanly, “my pretty girl needs to cream my fingers so daddy can go to work.”

Mewling, you roll your hips down into his rough finger fucking, “Daddy, please.”

He presses hot open mouthed kisses along your neck and jaw before licking into your panting mouth.

Your pussy pulses around his fingers, more slick wetting his fingers.

You feel your orgasm ramping closer with every steady thrust of Leon’s fingers in your aching pussy, “I’m close.”

“Cum for me, soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, voice low and smoky, “you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me.”

With one final swipe against your swollen clit, your back bows off of the door, thighs clamping tightly around his wrist. Your pussy clenches down on his fingers, trying to milk them with soft pulses as your walls flutter around the digits.

“So good for me,” he kisses your cheek then your lips.

He gently pulls his fingers away from your suckling heat, bringing them up to his mouth to lap up your creamy slick. He stares at you, eyes hot and heavy.

“I really need to go or I won’t leave,” he kisses you again, deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You good to go out tomorrow night?” He pulls back and straightens his shirt, adjusting himself in his slacks.

Your mouth waters at the thought of dropping to your knees for him, but you shake that away.

Still high on endorphins, you smile happily at him, “Sure, tomorrow is good.”

He drops a kiss to your head and you sigh, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Oh my pleasure, sweetheart,” he kisses you once more, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You watch him walk back the way you both came until you can’t make him out anymore. Turning, you unlock your door and shakily step into your house.

You walk over to your couch and drop your bag down before slumping onto the couch cushion next to it. Leaning your head back, you sigh into the empty room. Your body’s still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and you bite your lip, embarrassment crashing over you at letting Leon finger you on your front stoop.

He just alters your brain chemistry, making you too horny to think clearly. You shift and can still feel how wet your panties are from a moment ago making your nose scrunch in discomfort. As you get up to go take a quick shower, you’re thankful this went more smoothly than when your friend Brad walked you home and Leon was waiting for you at your door.

Your mood dips as you gather your clothes to change into, remembering how angry Leon was and how he almost hurt Brad; you’re pretty sure there’s going to be a scar across his face, but you hope not. Leon was awful in that moment, attacking Brad like he was some sort of rabid dog.

Afterwards, he explained that he thought Brad was trying to hurt you, or worse, and he was only trying to look out for you—take care of you. You apologized profusely to Brad, but you haven’t heard from or seen him since that evening. Maybe you should check up on him after finals.

Entering the bathroom, you set your clothes down on the counter and look at yourself in the mirror. You press the bruise forming on your neck from Leon’s mouth, the twinge shooting straight to your cunt. Lips thinning, you tell yourself you’re going to have to set some boundaries with Leon. It’s the healthy thing to do.

Your mind flashes back to that night in the shower when Leon bruised your neck so badly you had to wear scarves for weeks on end. That dark look that came in his eyes as he held onto your neck still troubles you, but at the same time you think maybe you were just seeing things. He’s been nothing but a gentleman to you; being so sweet to wait on you, not saying anything about your flaky attitude as you keep canceling plans with him.

You sigh, moving over to the shower. You’ll just talk it out on your date tomorrow night and work everything out. No harm, no foul. Right?

The next day passes by in a blur; you turn in your assignments, head home a little early, and get ready to meet up with Leon later.

You dress modestly, a simple blouse and skirt with a pair of cute flats. In no time at all, Leon’s showing up at your door with a lovely bouquet of flowers. He waits for you by the door as you quickly put them in water, then follows you as you walk out, locking the door behind you two.

He opens the door for you and you climb into the front seat of his car. After he slides into the driver’s seat, he makes sure you’re buckled in before starting the car.

“Where are we going?” You watch him drum his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulls away from the curb.

“You’ll see,” he grins at you and winks.

Butterflies dance in your chest as you peer out the window, trying to mentally guess where he’s taking you. After several minutes of comfortable silence, you feel a knot of unease forming in your stomach as he drives out towards Lover’s Lane.

It feels like forever before he turns into an overgrown dirt road and eases the car down past a copse of trees. He drives a few more feet before parking the car and shutting off the engine.

“Thought it would be cute to take you to our first date,” he grins at you, eyes dark and watchful.

Taking in the thick foliage, you recognize the pull off Leon used so long ago to take you apart in his backseat. You can feel your pulse beating in your neck as you smile shakily at him.

“Oh, I, uh, didn’t realize you considered that our first date,” you laugh, hoping to ease the tension you’re feeling.

His eyes narrow at you, smile ticking up into something mean, “Of course, I would,” his voice drops into a low octave, “it was the first time I got to taste your sweet pussy.”

You feel flush and jittery, “O-oh.”

“Why so tense?” He brings his hand to brush back your hair, eyes tracking your expressions.

You try to smile but it falls flat, “Leon, w-we need to talk.”

“About?”

You take in a steady breath, “We need to set some boundaries. I’m j-just feeling a little smothered.”

He hums and you slowly let out your breath.

“Okay,” he nods.

You light up with a real smile, feeling proud of yourself, “Oh, so you understand? I—“

He returns your smile but it’s empty, making your belly swoop with fear, “No, baby. See, I’m only trying to take care of you, so I just don’t get how I’m smothering you?”

Your eyes widen as you press yourself against the door to face him better, “I m-mean you attacked my friend Brad outside of my house. Y-You scared off Laura when we were just chatting in the grocery store. You keep me from interacting with anyone!”

You pant, realizing in the ensuing silence how much you raised your voice. But you don’t care; you’re trying to make a point—make him understand your point of view.

“If we can’t agree on this,” you fidget and wring your hands, bile rising in your throat from nerves, “then I don’t know if I can see you anymore, Leon.”

He laughs then, loudly, tinging on crazed. You only stare at him, fear making your hands feel like static.

The laughing dies off and he stares at you almost fondly, “Stupid girl, you really think you’re going to leave me? We’re made for each other.”

He grabs your hands, staring into your eyes—his gaze manic.

“I just need to show you, teach you, that we’re meant to be. You’re my perfect girl. One I never thought I’d find in this shithole town,” he sighs, “and now you’re trying to leaveme?”

The grip on your hands tightens making you wince.

“I’m not going to let you leave me. You just don’t get that you’re mine. Mine to love, to take care of, to fuck stupid,” he’s squeezing your hands so hard now your joints creak, “but that’s okay, this is a teachable moment. I taught that sweet little mouth manners, that pretty little pussy to cum for me, so I can teach you this too.”

Anxiety flares in your chest even as you feel yourself getting turned on from his crude words.

“Leon—“

“No,” he growls, eyes sea dark and angry, “that’s not my name, pretty girl. Maybe I need to take you over my knee and start fresh.”

Your clit throbs as you clench down on nothing. At that moment, you’re truly torn between your want for Leon and having your line drawn in the sand. You feel like if you let him have his way, there won’t be any turning back.

“I-I’m sorry, I just want—“

“You don’t know what you want,” he coos, “but that’s okay, I can teach my dumb girl til she knows better.”

He lets go of your hands to pull you by the arms and in that split second your brain goes into fight or flight. You twist the door handle and fall out of the car backwards, landing on your ass. Quickly, you stand up to face Leon, who’s still sitting in the drivers seat, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“I’d think twice, sweetheart,” he warns, voice deepening, “don’t make me chase you.”

You feel a thrill of fear trickle down your spine as your heartbeat pulses in your cunt, making the gusset of your panties wet at the idea of Leon running after you.

You shake your head, feeling mixed up with all these conflicting ideas and emotions.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, turning to run back to the main road—away from Leon, awayfrom the hot arousal at being at his mercy, away from that dark part of you that likeshis obsessive nature.

While regretting your choice of a cute skirt and flats for tonight as you run, you hear a car door open and slam behind you. Your anxiety spikes again at the noise of his boots behind you. Leon’s footsteps are slow, but getting quicker and quicker until you know he’s running behind you—after you.

Another dark pulse of want flares in your body even as the anxiety blooms in your chest, making your fingers tingle and breathe quicken. Sadly, although you give it your all, you don’t make it that far. Leon’s broad form bear hugs you from behind making you lose your balance and trip.

Your knees sting as they break your fall, dirt and rocks digging into your skin. The adrenaline pumping in your body makes you lightheaded, veins thrumming with energy and endorphins.

Leon’s body is on top of yours, shoving you further into the wet leaf strewn ground. You hate that you love this, arousal rushing through you.

“Why are you acting like such a bitch?” He snarls in your ear, “all I’m trying to do is take care of you.”

Tears blur your vision as you arch your back, trying to buck Leon off of you.

“Stop! Please, I just want to go home,” you cry out.

“Baby,” he croons, “you should’ve thought of that before you wanted to act like a brat. Now, I’m gonna have to show you your place.”

You hiccup a sob, thrashing underneath his bulky build but not getting anywhere. Realizing you can’t move, your panties fill with slick as your clit throbs with want.

“You’re just making it worse for yourself,” he sighs, hot breath fanning the hair by your ear, “gonna just have to show you what I mean when I say you’re mine.”

You feel hot all over, pussy getting wetter at the thought of Leon taking you right here and now where anyone could see. To give yourself one last fighting chance, against him and yourself, you jerk your head back and feel it connect with his nose. He lets go of you with a low curse, hands going to his face on instinct. Trying to gain some sort of footing, you haphazardly crawl forward on your hands and knees, feet slipping on the foliage.

You get out from underneath Leon and try to stand up when you feel a large hand clamp down around your ankle.

“I don’t think so,” he growls, yanking you back towards him.

Fingers scrabbling at the dirt as he drags you backwards leaves cuts and scrapes across both palms. You’re crying harder now, snot leaking down your nose as you gasp for breath. Dark arousal curls in your belly, nipples tightening to hard points in your bra. He’s so strong that it takes very little to manhandle you back down, face first in the dirt and ass in the air.

“Just keep making this harder and harder on yourself,” he sighs, put out, like you’re some unruly child.

“Leon,” you whimper softly, “please.”

One of his calloused hands presses your neck down to keep your upper body still, “Let’s not move too much, okay?”

He squeezes down when you don’t answer, “Okay??”

“Okay!” You squeal, pain pinching your nerves making your rub your thighs together to alleviate the pulsing in your cunt.

“Good girl,” he mocks, dragging his free hand along your ribs to your hip and around to fondle your ass under your skirt.

“You’re sick,” you bite out, voice muffled, trying desperately to quell the want thrumming in your body.

“Oh I know I am, sweetheart,” he coos down at you, “but so are you.”

He cups your pussy with his palm, fingers rubbing your slit through your wet panties.

“Damn,” he chuckles derisively, “fucking leaking all over my fingers, pretty girl. Like when I get mean with you?”

You mewl as his fingers pinch your soaked clit.

“Mmm got you real hot for me,” he rumbles.

His fingers pause as he leans further over your body, “Say, I have an idea sweetheart.

“What would you think,” he taps his middle finger against your sensitive clit on every word, “if I raped this hot little cunt of yours? No one’s around to stop me, right?”

You moan, hands clawing at the dirt and drenching your panties further making him laugh in disbelief.

“What a nasty fucking girl,” he chuckles, “getting soaked at that.”

He slips his fingers past the band on your panties and trails his fingers across your leaking hole and up to rub your clit.

“Thought about it,” he muses out loud, fingers slipping back to press into your cunt, “just shoving my dick into your tight pussy whether you wanted it or not.”

You moan, the fight slowly leaving your body as he tells you about his sick fantasy, one that makes you clench on his fingers and drip down your thighs.

“Yeah,” he growls, scissoring open your hole with his middle and ring fingers, “you make it so easy too. Walking home alone all the time. Don’t even notice me tailing you, pretty girl.

“Can just sneak up on you, drag you down that little alley next to the library and fuck this tight cunt until I’ve had my fill,” he fucks his fingers up into your clenching hole, “just leave you a dripping, cum filled mess right in the alley.”

You suddenly clamp down hard around his fingers, eyelashes fluttering as the orgasm hits you fast.

He laughs at you, pulling his fingers from your drenched cunt, “So fucking nasty, knew you’d be perfect for me, just had to get you to see it.”

“Hope you learned your lesson, pretty girl,” he helps you to your feet, turning you to face him and pressing your back against the closest tree.

You jerkily nod your head, feeling wrung out like an old dish cloth.

“Good,” he pats your cheek, eyes dragging down your body taking in the state of your clothes.

“Looking a little messy there, baby,” he grins, pulling out his pocketknife.

Fear clogs your throat making you speechless.

“W-wha—“

He grabs the hem of your shirt and slices through the material, going from the bottom all the way up to your neck. The blouse falls open showing Leon your bra. He lifts it from you chest and slices through it too, breasts spilling out into the cool night air.

Leon pockets the knife and grabs your breasts, fondling them and pinching your nipples.

“Oh I hope you didn’t think we were through,” he smirks, eyes glinting in the dark, “gonna let you run one more time, sweet thing. If you get away, I promise to be a little less.. intense with you. But if I catch you, I’m gonna ravage this sweet pussy again and again.”

You whine, cunt feeling swollen and sore between your legs, “M-my legs— my knees hurt.”

He looks down and pouts, “Oh poor thing. Okay, how about this.”

He grabs you by the neck and presses you even tighter against the tree. Your hands scrabble against his forearm but he doesn’t budge.

“Let me try to rape this pussy,” his eyes are dark, voice deep, “fight me, bite me, scratch me, do everything you can to keep me from fucking you. Fight me hard enough and I’ll stop.”

He crowds against your body, hard nipples pressed against his shirt, “But if I feel you giving up, giving in, I’m gonna take you again and again on this dirty fucking ground til your swollen with my cum.”

You try your hardest against him. You bite, kick, scratch, spit (which he loved, spitting it back into your mouth making you wet), even clawing at his arms and back until you drew blood, but Leon still pins your weak body down on the ground.

He lays between your legs to lick and bite at your nipples until you’re thrashing in his grip.

“Aww tits too sore?” he grins at you, “too fucking bad.”

While his mouth concentrates on your breasts, he rips your skirt down your legs and tosses it away. You hear as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants. Using his hands, he wrenches your legs open and moves your panties to the side without slipping them off, feeding his cock into your dripping cunt.

“That’s it,” he groans as you punch his shoulders and try to kick him, “fight me, gets me so fucking hard.”

“Help!” You scream out, pressing your head back into the ground.

“Yes,” he groans, humping deeper into your silky heat.

“Help me please!” Your voice breaks on the last word, a low cry slipping out as Leon plays with your clit.

“Won’t be long, sweetheart,” he laughs at you, “got me really fucking worked up this time.”

You whine, tears slipping down your face, pussy clenching and milking his cock while he rubs your clit just the way you like.

“Please!” you cry out, no longer sure who you’re calling for.

“We should do this every date night,” he laughs, a low rumbling growl leaving his throat afterwards as you clamp down at that suggestion.

“Perfect, you’re so—,” he groans, “got me a nasty fucking slut.”

He spits on your mouth making you hiccup a moan, back arching. You let him tug your chin down so he can spit in your open mouth. You whine, tongue lolling out, silently begging for more.

“Fuck me,” he grits out, leaning over you to drool all in your mouth.

“Swallow it you little brat,” he rasps, eyes hungrily watching you as you do as he says.

He fucks into you a little deeper and grinds his fat tip against your cervix making you completely tense around him. He rubs harsh circles on your clit as he keeps grinding until you scream out and cream all over his cock, your slick making his thrusts easier.

“Yes, fuck yes,” Leon groans, letting himself cum inside you, hot jizz kissing the entrance to your womb as he fills up your cunt. He finally pulls out, painting the inside of your thighs white with the rest of his cum.

“You’re so dirty for me, pretty girl,” Leon praises, making you whine, “gonna slip right back in this sweet pussy.”

You keen, hole fluttering around nothing. He grabs your hip and twists you until you’re face down in the dirt, knees digging into the rough ground. Tilting your hips up higher, the fat head of Leon’s cock presses against your opening.

He slowly presses inside making you moan loudly—the angle stretching your pussy almost painfully. He finally bottoms out inside of you, the head of his dick kissing your cervix making you constantly clench around him.

“You can be such a good girl for me if you just learn to behave.”

“Leon,” you slur, drunk off the feeling of being so full.

A sharp smack lands on your ass, “My name’s not Leon right now. Don’t make me tell you again.”

You clench down at the sting, pussy eagerly milking the thick cock stretching you wide, “Daddy!”

“Such a tight hole,” he hisses.

Your legs spasm as your feet kick out, a low moan slipping from your lips.

“Mmm, you like that? Like knowing how tight you are?” He laughs down at you, one hand gripping your neck as the other grabs your hip.

He pulls out and thrusts back in, grinding against your cervix to make you squeal.

“Y-you’re gonna— my pussy’s— you’re gonna ruin my pussy—“ you’re drooling in the dirt, body held down as Leon uses you how he wants.

He growls, “Ruin your pussy? Fuck, baby. Yeah m’gonna ruin this sweet cunt for anyone else but me.”

Without realizing it, you press back, rolling your hips against his thrusting to make it easier for him to fuck you nice and deep.

“How does it feel getting your juicy little pussy raped in the middle of the woods, huh?” He coos, fake sympathy coloring his tone, “sounds like it feels good, sweetheart. Sounds like you like daddy raping your cute cunt.”

“Daddy,” you keen at the truth in his words, walls fluttering around his fat cock, “daddy, please.”

“Tell me,” he slows until he’s barely grinding into your squelching pussy.

“Feels good,” you whimper, tears dripping down your face, “feels good when daddy rapes my cute pussy.”

He laughs and smacks your ass a few times as he picks up the pace, humping his dick deeper into your cunt, “Yeah it does.”

Leon grabs your hair and pulls until your back’s flush with his chest. His other hand cups your jaw before dropping down to your neck and gripping tightly.

Gasping, you feel his hand tighten a fraction more causing you to drip at the sensation. Your hole greedily clenches down on the cock slowly fucking you into submission.

Leon gives a low growl, “Want me to make you my own personal hole, pretty girl?”

You press back eagerly onto Leon’s throbbing dick as he thrusts harder into your tight hole.

Leon nips at your earlobe, “Gonna breed this wet cunt til you’re full.”

You mewl pitifully, clit throbbing, “Daddy, daddy.”

He snarls and shoves you face down into the earth again. You can’t really see anything, completely pinned down by the hand on your neck.

However, you feel the thick cock stretching you, filling you more than you thought possible. You kind of hate it, hate feeling so full—so good. Your pussy clenches and spasms on his thick cock, slowly fucking into you. You feel yourself getting even wetter, easing the way for him to fill your hole over and over again.

Leon moans and grunts with each slow thrust inside your pussy, his deep baritone sliding over you leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He adjusts the angle and presses against your g-spot on every thrust, grinding against it making you moan loudly into the night air. The fat tip of his cock stretches your cunt so wide, it makes you clench tighter around his dick.

His hips stutter before he begins deep, rolling thrusts that has you drooling in pleasure. You feel so debased and it only makes it hotter. You want more. Want Leon to stuff you full—stretch you out on his fat cock, cum inside you until it’s dripping down your thighs.

“Daddy,” you mewl.

“Fuck,” he grits out, “don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m going to fuck you good.”

You try to beg, but only whine in pleasure as his fingers caress your clit with light touches before gliding over your slick pussy lips, spreading you further open for him.

“Such a good girl.”

He starts a rougher tempo, pounding his cock into you with abandon. You know you’ll be bruised around your knees and hands where the dirt and rocks dig into your skin from being pinned to the ground. Your tits sway with each thrust of his fat cock in your squelching cunt, hard nipples grazing the forest floor. You want to shout—yell at him but only moans and pleas slip past your lips.

With a low tearing sound, you feel Leon rip off the rest of your panties leaving your pussy completely exposed. His hot hands caress what they can reach before grabbing handfuls of your ass to thrust harder, deeper into you.

“Always so good,” he groans, “love fucking your tight pussy.”

You begin to cum, pussy walls pulsing and clenching around the thick cock stretching you to your limits. Whining and moaning as your orgasm crests, Leon fucks into you harder—his fingers dipping between your legs to tease and pinch your clit.

“That’s it,” he grunts, “cum all over my cock, sweetheart. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you hard. Breed this hot little cunt.”

Keening, you keep cumming as his fat cockchead rubs at your g spot and pounds against your cervix. The pain coalesces into pleasure making your eyes roll back.

“S’too much,” you slur, legs kicking from the overstimulation, “too much!”

Leon ignores you and rabbits his hips into your hot, wet pussy. You squirm, but he has you pinned with his strong arms so it only makes you whine as he rails you into the dirt, slick leaking down your thighs.

“Ready for me to fill you up, pretty girl?” he groans.

Without waiting for any answer, he buries his cock deep, shooting his thick load straight into your clenching pussy. You cum hard, body tensing all over, pussy walls eagerly milking his cock as rope after rope of hot cum fills you to the brim.

He keeps thrusting, cock spurting continually until he finally pulls his half hard dick out, cum trickling out of your swollen cunt and dribbling down your thighs.

His cock kicks and begins to fill out again at the sight, so he slides back into your willing hole.

“Yeah, going to keep you here. Breed you until your full,” he smirks to himself, “you love it, don’t you sweetheart?”

You moan at the feeling of him thrusting back into your cum filled pussy. His hands reach up to grope your tits, flicking your nipples roughly until your pussy pulses and clenches around his cock buried deep inside you.

You mewl and whine as he keeps twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“Dirty little slut,” he rasps, slowing down to deep rolling thrusts so his cock drags against your fluttering pussy walls.

You moan, eyes watering, “Daddy, please.”

You try to squirm and move away from the overstimulation, but Leon holds you in place as he fucks your gooey cunt.

“Fuck, gonna cum again,” he chuckles meanly, moving his fingers down to flick and pinch your swollen clit, “pussy so good, gonna milk me dry.”

He cums in you again, just as your walls clamp down on his thick cock. You scream so loud it echoes back to you from the surrounding trees. Your pussy gushes out slick like a fountain as he fucks another hot load deep into your willing cunt.

Leon pulls out slowly and watches his jizz drip out of your spasming cunt and down over the swollen, fat lips of your pussy. He quickly flips you over onto your back and pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsing walls to rub against your g-spot.

“C’mon, squirt again, baby, really want you to soak me,” he bites down on your hip bone.

Your legs and arms are jello, no fight left in your body as Leon fingers your cunt. His other hand rubs circles into your clit while he slides three fingers in and out of your sore pussy.

You feel it slowly ramping up higher and higher, thighs trembling, “G’nna cum.”

Leon fucks his fingers up into your pussy even harder, nailing your g-spot until you’re screaming again and gushing slick from your hole. He keeps up the harsh pace, prolonging your orgasm and making you squirt over and over, soaking his jeans and shirt.

He gently eases up and slides his fingers out, giving your mound a light smack that has your hips jumping.

“Daddy,” you whine up at him, body buzzing and head empty, trying to pull him down, “kiss, please.”

He huffs a low laugh as he licks past your drooling lips, tongue fucking deep into your mouth. You lazily make out on the cold ground until you start to shiver. Leon slowly pulls away, a strand of spit connecting your swollen lips.

“Think we should go home, baby,” his eyes rove over your spent body, taking in the mess he made.

“Okay,” you whisper, voice shot and hoarse, “need help up.”

“I’ve got you,” he smiles crookedly, “I’ve always got you.”

You must be as sick as he says because instead of the usual anxiety, you feel a hot bolt of arousal shoot to your aching pussy.

“I know, Leon,” you sigh, feeling something settle disjointedly in your mind as he picks you up, “thank you.”

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munv · 4 months

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Hey!! I LOVE your "Immersing in Ecstasy" series! But sometimes I can't help but wonder what would be Shidou's reaction to Reader like,, lmaoo I just know it'll be funny😭😭

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This is so real caus I’ve been brain rotting about this for months ever since I started the series

I got carried away and died mid way bookie 😞

You were lost, to put it simply. The two brats you call your younger brothers had “supposedly” gave you directions in your little sibling group chat.

And to be honest with yourself.. it was really stupid thinking you could depend on their asses. Seriously, now looking back on the messages they sent who says:

“Go wherever your brain takes you. You’re the older sibling” along the lines of some other sassy remarks you didn’t want right now.

The little shits didn’t know what was coming for them when you got back home. Once rin was out of blue lock and sae finished his interviews, they didn’t know what type of beating they were in for. This time you’d make sure to beat them with the belt buckle. For sure. You scoffed under your breath.

Finally making it into the clearing of what looked like a big room, you spotted a familiar face. “Oliver!” You called out. The male in question turned around to face you with a familiar smile. “[name]-san, when did you get here?” His Heterochromia eyes lit up at the mere sight of you.

“Nice to see you too, but we can catch up later. Where the hell is the brat?” You cracked you knuckles with a dead tone. “I have a bone if not two to pick with him as of now.” You approached.

He let out a small chuckle at your response. “I saw him near the blue lock members if I last remember. Especially your other lil baby” he rubbed his chin after thinking a bit “what was his name? Rinrin or somethin?”

Deciding the ignore the way he addressed your brother you moved on

“Thanks! I’ll make sure to catch up with you later right?” You gave him a light yet playful smile before getting ready to find your brothers. “Anytime pretty!” He yelled out watching you run off into the crowd.

It took you 5 minutes, 5 worthy fucking minutes of your life. Just so you could have rin and sae within your grasp. Well, that was the initial plan before you came across a little problem.

“Woah!” he laughed “so there’s three of you eyelash minions?” Infront of you was what you learnt to be your first brothers’ “pet”.

Rin was beside you fuming like a angry guard dog on patrol. While sae was..Sae. But you knew better than that and learnt over the years to decipher his moods.

The collection went on:

Happy sae, nonchalant sae, upset sae, jealous sae, and these all were equivalent to his resting bitch face. Other could tell the difference between his moods, you could. There was clearly a difference, and if you didn’t know any better you wouldn’t have realized sae was on guard right now as well.

You realized Oliver failed to mention that Sae and Rin had become somewhat acquainted with this..guy??

“Shut the hell up you pink haired freak. And back up, my sister won’t breathe the same air as you.” Rin retorted. You were flabbergasted..did you ever hear rin talk so vulgar towards anyone else than sae? For all you could know he must be cursing elementary schoolers behind your back!

“Fuck off eyelash junior, I’m more interested in her” he pointed at you with interest circling his pink irises. The male leaned closer with a wide smirk, which soon turned into surprise when he found that your hand was pushing his face away from you.

“Sae, get your fucking leash. And- EWWHATHEFUCK?!”

The male pushed against your hand with his tongue with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Hey, I like you!” He practically sang

Rin grabbed your shoulder trying to drag you away from him, but it was like a case of tug of war with a real beast. “GET OFF?? PLEASE??” You begged. Yet it was all for naught when he used the same hand in his grasp to pull you closer and grab your waist.

He laughed like a maniac, and that’s when he’ll broke loose.

“LET GO YOU ANTENNA FREAK” rin yelled for what felt like the first time in weeks.

Sae being the ever so helpful brother he is, stood in shock at what would be your first meeting with Shidou. Where did he go wrong?? And why was the bug so attached to his precious sister?

“OHMYGOD SAE GET HIM OFF PLEASE!! DO SOMETHI- QUIT PULLING AND LET GO” you cried.

Safe to say it was posted on all social platforms in the next few hours. The sudden reveal of the itoshi brothers elder sister had come to light once again.

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months

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Bloodthirsty And Lustful [James Patrick March]

SMUT.

You're a stressed out writer, and came to the cortez, James has been helping you ever since you got here. Now, after a nap, he wants to ask you your deepest desires. Maybe even help you let go.

Warning; this is the most unhinged smut you will ever read from me. This just came out of a dark place in my brain cause of a c.ai chat lol. Thank you to @babygorewhore for being a beta-reader for this <3

Actual warnings!: you like blood. Like, you really like blood. (Reader is really unhinged in this, please bare with) descriptions of organs, bones, skin layers, grinding, switch!reader & switch!JPM, PnV, riding, James lets you take off his neck velvet. Crud smut writing.

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James peered through the door to see you sitting on the bed, laptop on your lap, head in hands, and a pair of headphones thrown randomly across the room. You looked a mess, and James was worried you hadn't slept enough. Your novel had to be perfect! You needed to spend every moment writing! Every word needed to be up to standard. It drove you crazy and led you to fall asleep right then and there. Everything came crashing down when your headphones broke while taking them off. Instead of freaking out and crying, you just let out a sigh and threw them across the room.

The man stood there, staring at you while you slept, intently watching every unconscious move your body took. He wondered how on earth that odd device in your lap could cause you such problems. Wasn't it meant to make writing easier? Maybe so, but didn't stop the frustrations of wanting to write the next great American novel. It just worried him, and he kneeled by your side. Seeing how you breathed, how you gently gripped the pillow and your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. A dream or nightmare of something that has stressed you out.

"James." You whimpered in your sleep. It made the man jump back slightly before he walked to the other side of the bed, sitting by your side. Worries were overtaking your wonderous dream. James wanted nothing more than to kill who was hurting you in your beautiful mind.

The night went on, and you woke up slowly at whatever time. You couldn't tell, and you also didn't care. James was sitting on one of the chairs, occasionally looking over to you. The curtains were always closed, and the door barely stayed open. Lights were on, but dim. Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, and the figure sitting in the chair was blurry. "Love, you're awake." He mentioned when he saw you sit up. You nodded in response. The ghost motioned you to come over, which you obliged despite not understanding much around you. Leather chairs were never comfortable. You were so comfortable in the bed, thinking about how to write, what to write and the deadline.

"What is it, James? I was so comfortable." Grogginess was the undertone in your voice, and you were unable to keep your eyes open. It felt like 2am or 3am. But what a ravishing man next to you. He sat up properly, posture still incredible even after death. Then you were curling up on the cold, leathery, old chair, hugging yourself.

"Dear...I want to talk to you."

"We can do that in the morning."

"No." His voice almost snapped and was rushed. "No...we're alone at this hour." Typical. The night was his favourite time to talk. Sure some people were still awake, but he knew how silent it was at 3am.

"Fine." You groaned slightly. "What did you want to talk abou-"

"Your desires. Your true wants, and needs." Sudden eye contact intimidated you and your sleepy eyes. Cue fiddling with your necklace, your own blood vial. The small amount of liquid rushed around in the vial, caused by your own finger. You never had anyone to do it with you.

You never said it creepily! All you asked your friends was if they wanted to share a blood vial because it was pretty. No one accepted. So you cut your finger. Your pinky on your non-dominant hand. It hurt, but only for a second. Seeing the blood slowly drip out, and the skin layers opening up so quick, it was invigorating for you. Opened up a deep fantasy, and morbid desire. One no one was ever told about. It was a secret to you, and maybe your stuffed animals. Was it that James was asking you to explore those fantasies with him? Impossible unless he could read minds. A secret fantasy like this always hid itself in the back of your mind, never to be found.

James noticed your darting eyes, your fiddling and laboured breaths. "Darling.." He trailed off, feeling your free hand softly, almost too soft. You felt the ghost-like touches (ha-) and your bloodshot eyes met his.

"James, you're..a murderer."

"...Well, yes. I have indeed told you that fact before. In fact, you were not as shocked as others. Humans are fascinating creatures." He chuckled, seeing the humour in your sentence.

Ah, a sentence that put you on edge. They are. Humans, with their layers, complexity. Humans with their need to have attention on them at all times, to create for others. All of it, it was all in your obsession. "Tell me about your interest my hummingbird. Nothing can be too much for me."

"Can I? Can I really?" You asked with a whisper, a slight glint appearing in your eyes. James nodded, and you immediately let loose. A dam breaking in half to bring in a flood. "Human bodies are so, fascinating." Your instant smile was almost manic like you lost your mind when your interest was mentioned.

"Medical shows seldom get it right. Scrubs does. They do it well."

"Have you, ever seen a body in real life? Not on these shows you mention?" James interjected. He wanted to ask you for details of your sick and morbid love for the dead. To see if his erection would get any harder. The thought of seeing you killing or exploring a body, covered in blood made James want to fall harder for you. Your crazy matched his crazy. Maybe more.

"No. It's...a dream though. Whether someone else cut open the body, or I cut them open...I've always wanted to dig around and feel what the organs feel like, hold a bloody bone in my hand..." You then go to bite my nails nonchalantly like you didn't just confirm your want for a morbid and murdering mind. He stared at you, something in his eyes. A sudden need to murder, and a flame of lust for you. Knowing someone shared his deep desires and could help each other, it made him want you more, But hid it with a breath.

"It's so fucking deranged! but the body is so complex. I want to study the tiny nerves and pick out the bones or organs I'm closest to. Having a fully empty body. Maybe even just having a skin and muscle body. It's just so, interesting." A sly smile reached you and almost made you giggle like a maniac. This sudden insanity made James light up.

"Come here." He beckoned you, and you submissively stood in front of him. But not 3 seconds later did he pull you down onto his lap, holding your waist. Gripping your skin, and nails digging into your sides. One more word from you about your loves, and he would have taken you right then and there. "You are, full of surprises my love."

Feeling him under you, you bit your lip and rested your head by his ear. "I bet your ghostly body is the most interesting. I wonder if there's anything different about a ghost body compared to an alive body." You gave in to what he wanted. He wanted to know everything. Every gory detail that your horrid brain could conjure up. Adding to your warm breaths on his neck, you gently traced around his chest, fiddling with his buttons, but never undoing them. Teasing James to hell and back.

James' breathing hitched slightly, before he took a hold of your face, and brought you close, noses almost touching. "Tell me. What else do you want to explore? Please."

You gazed at his lips before meeting his dark eyes once again, "Everything. I want to explode a heart. Maybe even open up organs, and see what makes a human tick. Take out the muscles, and bend them backwards. And, I want to knock open a skull. See what makes a human live. Unravel the brains, read what goes on." While talking, you occasionally moved your fingers to where you were talking, letting your fingers trace James' head and slicked back hair.

He shuddered as you moved around. Both his imagination and yours going crazy. You felt him twitch under you, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in to his lust. This urged you to carry on talking, to dig deeper into the fantasy that you forbade yourself from thinking about. "James?"

He whined out a "hm?" Eyes closed, and hands gripping onto the chair arms.

"give me a fresh body."

"wh.. what?" He spluttered before moving his hands around your torso. The way your soft skin moved in his hands, mouldable like putty.

"cover me in someone's blood. And let me taste the sweet iron on my tongue." The way you spoke felt sensual, and you ran your hands through his hair, the slicked-back threads being thrown in any and all directions.

It simply drove the man insane.

"Your wish is always my command my sweet bird." He was hungry. He wanted to devour your words while they were being choked out of you. He wanted to hear your cries for murder while he fucked you like nothing else mattered. "What, other things do you wish to see? How much depraved insanity can one handle?" James picked you up and almost threw you onto the bed.

First your shirt went, then your trousers. His clothing came next. "I have such an urge to kill. I want to see the way a human body dies." You sighed. His vest went in one direction, your bra went the other way. "How fire burns the skins and the muscles. I want to see a fresh slash open up the layers of skin. I want it all James."

The cold man on top of you hadn't even penetrated you, yet he felt like he was close to an orgasm. Hearing your insane wants and needs so close to his own. Using your depraved thoughts as a way to get him to fuck you was nothing but insanity. Craziness you could only tell him.

"I want to kill someone whilst you're inside of me. Is that crazy to want?" You confessed in a whisper, on your knees and undoing James' belt.

"Nothing is crazy my hummingbird. I'll happily oblige." He took your chin in his hand, doe eyes meeting his. The pure, slightly innocent look on your face made him closer and closer to bending you over and making you feel heaven. You reached your hand up to his velvet, but he hissed slightly and backed away. "Bunny..." He panted.

"I know it's sensitive, but can I see..it sir?" You asked, pressing kisses closer and closer to the wound that haunted James so. He felt frozen. You wanted to see something so, forbidden. Something he never let anyone see. Something that held a memory.

He took a deep breath before pushing his control back onto you. "My... you want something so...forbidden.." and you nodded intensely. He was only left in his velvet and boxers. Something had to go first, it had to be that dear fabric he wore so closely.

"I won't touch it, I promise. I just, fuck, I want to see neck layers, I want to see what nerves you had to cut for this to happen to you." You knew it was an odd choice, but he nodded after a few minutes of silence. He stiffened up as you reached behind his neck and pulled it off slowly. The man couldn't find words to describe the way he felt. Having someone be so, interested and obsessed with the way he died, almost wanting to have sex with him because of the fantasies they denied.

Your deep breaths felt warm against the cold cut, and you spoke before James had a chance to tell you to stop. "Oh, James. Oh, this cut is magnificent. So many layers..how much blood spilt out..?"

The question threw James off a bit, but nonetheless, he was happy to answer, getting closer to fucking you at every point. "More than you could imagine." He left his fingertips resting under your chin.

The words that left his lips almost tipped you over the edge, and you forced James to lie down on the bed. You were, once again, on top of him. This time, tugging at his boxers, and moving your own underwear to the side. Everything hit you like a freight train and you couldn't hold back anymore. Degenerate, depraved, blood fuelled sex. It was what you needed. To be filled by a killer you wanted to kill with.

Two pairs of hands unable to sort and fix themselves in one place, they had to move, they had to grip, scratch and trace. Two pairs of eyes focusing on eachother, unable to look away from the bloodlust you felt for the other.

It was rough, fast and hard. He moaned out for you louder than he had ever been before. You whimpered his name, desperate for a quick release. There were no other noises other than your lewd moans, until you stopped all of a sudden.

"Darling.." James whined slightly. Eyes slightly erratic, you held his face in your soft hands.

"I need you James. I need you eternally. To see you covered in the deep red of blood." The utmost eroticness of your words almost earned you a 'fuck' escaping from your partner below you.

Almost.

Instead he groaned, slapped his hands to your waist and thrusted upwards over and over. It was careless, but hard. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, letting your eyes nearly disappear up into your head. Moans were practically screams.

The thought of seeing you covered in blood, waiting for him to take you made the man desperate. Everything everyone else couldn't be. He was getting close and even more desperate for both you to come at the same time. It drove you over the edge as you finished faster than expected, and you sort of wrapped your hands around James' neck, then laid down the best you could while he was still inside you. He chuckled darkly and thrust inside of you once more, earning an almost pornagraphic moan from you.

Feeling paralyzed, you adjusted yourself so you were simply just laying ontop of James. Silence was the best sound at that moment, and he kept his hands placed on your waist. "Mine." He smiled against the crook of your neck.

"Especially because of my deranged, bloody thoughts?"

"Especially because of these beautiful thoughts you have."

You supposed James was your murdering partner now, and would help you fulfill the fantasies you desired for. A gentleman, yet a physcopath who used the bodies of those he killed. Everything about him shouldn't be so, handsome and you shouldn't want him the way you do. But a murdering gentleman is someone you couldn't refuse.

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hoejosatoru · 1 year

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Crush

“Can you read my mind, I've been watching you.”

Pairing: Fem!reader x Bonten! Mikey

Summary: You’re the secretary of Bonten and Mikey gets very jealous when Ran tries to take you out on a date.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Jealousy, Mikey fantasizes about shooting Ran lol, drinking, scratches/blood, bruising, possessiveness/jealousy, fingering, cream pie, squirting, sorta voyeurism if you stand on your head and squint, pet names like baby, angel, etc

You sat at your desk, a rich, dark mahogany, thumbing through the paperwork you would have to complete by the end of the day. Being a secretary at Bonten was unlike any other job you had. Paid a hell of lot better, too. You knew, though it was not what it seemed. When you were hired, you were told it was an office supply company. Well, you’ve been working there for nearly a year and you haven’t seen so much as a pencil being delivered. You kept your mouth shut, which kept the direct deposits coming every 2 weeks. That’s all that mattered.

Your lack of concern for what the men you worked for did was exactly why you still had the job. Mikey, the boss, never really bothered to learn the names of the secretaries. They came and went like the changing of tides. By the time he learned a name they were gone. He didn’t care enough to keep up. But your name he knew.

No secretary has lasted this long. They usually start asking too many questions, which leads to a very large severance package and a detailed description of what would happen to them if they ever shared about their time working there. So far it has proven to be a very effective method.

The second, and frankly more annoying, reason secretaries left was because of his asshole subordinates fucked around with them and broke their hearts. No matter how many times he’s told them not to shit where they eat, they can’t help themselves. Dogs, all of them. Sometimes Mikey felt like the only one who thought with his head instead of his dick. And the girls were all too eager to fall all over themselves for these shit men. It was all so high school and predictably pathetic.

And, predictably, Takeomi and Mochi had been the first to approach you. The age gap between them and the girls who worked there never seemed to phase them. Mikey rolled his eyes at how utterly shameless they were. But you said no to both of them. That was the first day Mikey bothered to read the nameplate on your desk. Y/n, he tucked it away in his brain.

Next was Sanzu. He asked you to come over to his place and test out some “product.” You politely declined. Smart girl, Mikey remembers thinking. The next was Rindou, another rejection. Then Koko, which was particularly unique since he rarely ever got involved with women at work. Mikey respected that about him. Yet it was still no.

Mikey’s interest in you was thoroughly piqued at this point. No woman has ever lasted this long, nor turned down so many of his subordinates. He chuckled each time one of them walked into the board room with a dejected face. The only ones who had not taken a crack at it were Ran and Kaku and as Mikey listened to Ran chat you up, he realized that was about to change.

Mikey swirled the whiskey in his glass, rolling his eyes at how Ran tried to flirt. He was so sleazy. Out of all his subordinates, Mikey liked Ran the least. He was smug, obnoxious, and loved walking the line of insubordination. Mikey could always feel his eyes on him during meetings and knew he wished he could take him place. Over my dead fucking body, Mikey thought. At times Mikey wished he could just toss Ran out, but he and Rindou were a package deal. Regrettably, he could not stand to lose both of them. So he grit his teeth and beared it.

“So when can I take you out?” Ran asked.

“Oh, I don’t know…” Mikey smiled, sipping his drink. He couldn’t wait to see Ran’s stupid fucking face after you rejected him.

Ran pressed on, “A pretty girl like you deserves to be taken out somewhere nice. Bet you look even better all dressed up.”

“You don’t think I look nice now?” you countered. Mikey leaned forward in his seat, loving that you were giving him an attitude. He didn’t wanna miss a second of it. He downed the last drop of whiskey.

“‘Course you do darling.” Mikey could practically hear Ran’s slick grin. “That’s why I’d love to see you this Saturday. It’s torture waiting the whole weekend to see you again.” Mikey braced for your answer.

“Okay.” The air escaped his lungs in a rush. Okay? Okay?! How could you have said no to everyone, but yes to Ran. Mikey didn’t realize he was gripping his glass so tight until it shattered in his hand. He didn’t bother to clean the glass shards off the table even as the other members started to file into the board room. They gave him a quizzical look, but knew better than to ask.

Ran filed in last, the smuggest smile on his face. Hatred burned through Mikey more than the whiskey did. “Looks like I’ll be keeping y/n company Saturday,” he announced after shutting the door behind him.

“No fucking way,” Takeomi replied. Sanzu groaned and passed money to Rindou. Rindou had known better than to bet against Ran when it came to women.

“Why the fuck did she say yes to you?” Koko asked exactly what Mikey was thinking. The thought of promoting Koko passed vaguely through the storm of Mikey’s mind.

“You all ever consider I might just be better than you?” Ran asked, hands collapsed behind his head like an asshole. He caught Mikey’s eye, picking up on the contempt rolling off of him. “Except you of course, boss.”

“Of course,” Mikey replied icily. He nodded to Sanzu to start taking over the meeting because he frankly couldn’t think straight. Ran looked so fucking smug it made him sick to his stomach. He fantasized about pulling the gun he had under the table out and blowing his brains out. Even he knew that would be a bit drastic.

He had to look away from Ran, or he knew his anger would consume him. Yet he couldn’t shut his thoughts off. He knew what a womanizing sleaze Ran was, knew that on Monday he would come back to this very room and tell them all, in detail, what he did to you. What you looked like, how you felt, how you tasted. Ran always shared the sordid details of his conquests in bed. Mikey found this habit irritating on most days, but with you? Oh, he would definitely put a bullet in him. He could not have Ran defile you.

It dawned on Mikey, through his haze of hatred, that he was jealous. That he wanted you for himself. Somehow he had let his interest in you develop into a crush. He was going to make you his. He sat back in his chair and started planning.

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A knock came at your apartment door about an hour earlier than expected. Funny, you didn’t expect Ran to be the type of man to be early. You were about half ready. Your makeup was done, but your hair was unstyled . You were in the process of trying on different dresses when you heard him at the door. Leave it to Ran to arrive when you had on the most revealing dress of them all.

But when you open the door, it was not a tall lilac-haired man who greeted you it was-

“Mikey?” You were too surprised to address him properly. “What are you doing here?”

“May I?” He ignored your question, gesturing to the inside of your place. You stepped aside, allowing him in. A million questions popped up in your mind that you couldn’t focus on because he looked so fucking good. He was dressed in sleek black pants and a silky black button down. A gold chain glistened against his chest. It was simple, but you reckoned it cost more than most of your wardrobe.

He sat down comfortably on one of your living room chairs. It was strange seeing him here. Out of place like when it rains, but the sun is still shining. He looked at you, eyes unreadable.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” you announced, disappearing into the kitchen. There was a flutter in your stomach, one you weren’t entirely sure was excitement or fear. You knew Mikey was here for a reason and until you knew why, you’d have to settle for being somewhere in the middle.

Mikey observed you coolly as you placed a glass of whiskey, neat, in front of him. He noticed your glass was the same. He took a sip. It was his favorite.

The quizzical look he gave you did not go unnoticed. “I saw you drink it and was curious.” You took a sip and smiled, settling into the seat across from him. “You have good taste.”

Mikey secretly loved that you’d been observing him. He was impressed that he hadn’t even picked up on it. But he loved most the idea of you thinking of him when he wasn’t around. That you went to the store, bought a bottle just because of him, and drank here, in your own space. He became a part of your life outside of work without even trying. He took another sip of the whiskey, suddenly loving it even more.

“What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

Mikey looked you and down, really taking you in for the first time since he got here. The dress you had on left little to the imagination, yet he found himself wanting to rip it off, needing to see what was underneath. He loathed the idea of Ran seeing you dressed like this, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. Your lips were lacquered, making them look exceptionally plush. He wanted to bite into them, wanted to hear you gasp when he did.

“Do you like Ran?” No point in dragging things out. He wasn’t a very patient man, especially not with you looking like that.

You blinked, but did not seem shocked by the question. “Is this some sort of test?”

Mikey considered that. There was an answer he was hoping for, surely, but he also knew he wasn’t going to hurt you if he didn’t get it. A luxury he rarely afforded others. He would just be very, very disappointed. “It’s just a question.”

“Any woman who likes Ran is an idiot,” you answered. The twitch up at the corner of Mikey’s mouth told you that you answered correctly. “You don’t like him, either.” That was not a question

“Not particularly, no,” Mikey replied, sipping, “but I’m more interested in your thoughts of him.” The more he spoke with you, the more he felt drawn to you. You were smart and observant. If you were afraid or uncomfortable with his presence, you didn’t show it. Not many people were so calm around him. He wondered briefly if your talents were being wasted as a secretary, but he lost the thought as you began to speak again.

“Ran is not very…” you took a sip, letting the whiskey roll around your tongue as you considered your words, “interesting.”

“No?” Mikey could hardly hide his amusement. Any prickles of fear you felt were melting away. You played this exactly right.

“No,” you confirmed, “men like him are a dime a dozen. All sweet talk and full of shit. I know the second I gave him what he wanted he’d leave.” You finished, draining your glass, setting it down on the coffee table between the two of you. There was a hint of challenge in your eyes as you looked at Mikey. “You, on the other hand, are very interesting.”

Mikey finishedhis drink, relishing your words. He loved that he intrinsically had something Ran did not, something that sparked desire in you. He could practically feel it coming off you in waves. He knew if he slid his hands between your thighs you’d be soaked. Still he wanted to hear you say it. Savor this moment a little longer. “How so?” He set his glass down, looking at you. Challenge accepted.

You stretched lazily, your dress riding up impossibly higher. Mikey was dying to know what your thighs felt like wrapped around him. “Well for starters you didn’t descend on me like a starved animal,” you said. “Either everyone who works for you gets no pussy or they’re terminally horny. I’m not sure which is worse.”

Mikey smiled at your assessment of his subordinates. You certainly were not wrong.

“But really what I found most fascinating is how they treat you. Most men aren’t afraid of someone of your… stature.” You paused, making sure you weren’t stepping on any land mines.

Typically, Mikey hated when someone commented on his size. They always came with the implication that he was inferior. However, he did not think that was the direction you were going. He nodded, allowing you to continue.

“Men love their pissing contests. They’re such visual creatures that they end up blinding themselves,” you explained. “Men think size is everything.” You smiled coyly. “Yet all these men fear you. You command their respect and unequivocal loyalty without even having to try. That tells me there is so much more to you than meets the eye. And that is very interesting.”

Your appraisal of him made Mikey’s whole body buzz with desire. His cock throbbed wanting to be buried inside you; his fingers twitched wanting to squeeze your flesh. But he still needed to know. “So why did you say yes to Ran?”

Your head fell back as you laughed, as if you shared an inside joke. “Oh, Manjiro,” you sighed, “Because no man is immune to jealousy.”

If he hadn’t been so turned on by the way you said his name - his real name - it wouldn’t have taken him the extra second to process what you meant. You knew he’d be jealous if you went out with Ran. You used his subordinate like a pawn. It was never Ran you were interested in, it was alway him. Oh, he might just be in love.

“Come here.” You obeyed him immediately, much to his delight, crossing the small space between the two of you. When you were just a half step away Mikey sprung up, unable to wait another second without touching you. His lips found yours, loving how his favorite whiskey tasted on you. He bit into your soft lower lip, savoring the little moan that escaped. Even better than he imagined. Your thigh inched up his side and he gripped it tight, squeezing the plush flesh. He pulled away for a second to breathlessly state, “Jump.”

You wrapped your legs around him easily. Your dress fully hiked up, revealing burgundy lace panties. He smiled; it’s his favorite color. Your clothed pussy was pressed against his hard on, making him damn near feral. He carried you with ease to your bedroom. He was small, sure, but he was strong.

Mikey dropped you on bed, immediately climbing on top of you. You heard the tearing of fabric as he, quite literally, ripped the dress off your body. “Mikey!” you huffed.

He was unphased by your vexation. “I’ll buy you another one.” His lips were on yours again, preventing any further complaint. He squeezed your exposed breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasped, pressing into his touch. “So sensitive.” A bemused smile played at his lips as he kissed down your neck.

You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the toned muscles of his torso. You yanked open the shirt from the inside, causing the top two buttons to fly off. Mikey chuckled. “Desperate too, huh? If you want my shirt off, baby all you gotta do is ask.” He reached back with one hand pulling the shirt off with ease and tossing it to the floor by your tattered dress. While he was at it, he undid the button of his pants, revealing the waistband of his boxers. You hooked your finger into them, pulling him closer to you. He kicked off the pants without missing a beat.

You reached down to squeeze his cock, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “And greedy? Someone’s gotta teach you to behave.” He nipped at your clavicle. Mikey’s free hand slid down beneath your underwear. He let his fingers slip through your slick, loving how wet you got for him already. He teased your clit before pumping his fingers inside you, then repeated it. You squirmed beneath him, unable to break the vice grip he had on your wrists.

“Mikey - fuck, wanna t-touch-nngh.” He rubbed on your clit as you tried to speak, making it impossible to get the words out.

“What was that angel? Couldn’t understand you,” he feigned confusion.

“Wanna- oh-” he rubbed your g-spot. “Touch you please. Let me.” You babbled, breathless. You tried grinding your hips against him, but Mikey leaned his weight against you, immobilizing you.

“You can touch me once you’ve cum all over my fingers.” His middle two fingers were fucking you deep and fast. He curled his fingers, pressing the spot that made you go dumb. He marveled at the way you squirmed and gasped, loving that he could get you like that with just his fingers. The base of his palm brushed against your clit with each thrust of his fingers inside you. The coil in your stomach snapped, your pussy clenching around his fingers as you moaned his name. “Good fucking girl.”

Mikey released your wrists and your hands flew to his neck, pulling him for a deep, sloppy kiss. One of your hands went down, stroking his rock-hard cock through his underwear. Mikey groaned into your lips. “Fuck me, Mikey, want all of you.” You felt him throb at your words.

Mikey’s eyes were dark with lust as he took in the sight of you: flushed cheeks, hair a mess on the pillow, makeup smudged, begging for him. How could he deny you? “Gonna fuck you so good, baby.” He kicked off his boxers. He took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times. “And you’re going to scream my name. My real name. Got it?” You nodded, earning a slap on your clit. You yelped. “You speak when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Manjiro,” you purred, running a finger along the tattoo you knew he had on the back of his neck. Mikey ran his cock through your soaked lips, letting his precum mix with your arousal. Each time his cock nudged your clit you jumped. He’d tease you all day if his balls weren’t aching so bad.

Your nails dug into his back as his cock pressed into you. “Fuck Mi-Manjiro, ‘s so big.” You weren’t expecting such a stretch, but god were you wrong.

“Pussy so tight for me.” Mikey gripped the sheets next to your head to steady himself. He bottom out with a low groan. Mikey rocked his hips into you slow, feeling each little clench of your pussy. “So needy squeezing me like that. Never had dick like this, huh?”

“No, never,” you babble, “So fucking good.” Mikey quickened his pace, needing to see come undone again, to feel your pussy cum all over his cock. He hooked a hand under your knee, pressing it up to your chest. The deeper angle had you gasping. “Oh, Manjiro.”

“That’s right, y/n, who’s making you feel this good?” His grip tightened around your thigh, surely to leave a bruise.

“You Manjiro, only you,” you responded. So obedient, he thought. He silently rewarded that by rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. The unexpected sensation pushed you over the edge again, your pussy clenching against his cock. The pleasure spreading through your body was white hot. Mikey didn’t let up on your clit, making the pleasure borderline unbearable. You felt a strange sensation, gasping. “Wait too muc-ohh fuck.” Your nails dug into his pack, drawing blood as your pussy gushed, soaking Mikey.

“Fucking hell,” Mikey moaned, losing his composure. He let his head fall back as he came, filling your aching pussy with his release. Your pussy was fucking heavenly, making him cum harder than he has in a long time.

“What the fuck?” A voice made you jump. You peaked over Mikey's shoulder, eyes widening as you found Ran standing in your doorway. Through the fog in your brain you realized Mikey never locked the door after coming. This was purposeful on his part, of course. He knew Ran couldn’t resist a pretty girl’s unlocked door. Mikey was smug and beaming. He hoped Ran got to see you squirting for him. It would be the first and only time he’d allow him to see you like this. The look on his face was so worth it.

“Oh? Did you have plans?” Mikey asked meanly.

“Asshole,” Ran stormed off. Normally, Mikey would never let Ran get away with speaking to him like that, but he was too high on fucking you and his plan working perfectly. Plus, he knew when Ran didn’t have much to say it meant he was really upset. Mission accomplished.

But of course, Mikey can never leave well enough alone. That Monday you found a little gift wrapped box on your desk. It contained a gold necklace with “Manjiro” in script and a note telling you to join the board meeting at 1pm. Mikey sat you on his lap, name shining around your throat, claiming you for all his subordinates to see. He’s never seen Ran look so pissed. He gave your ass a squeeze, thinking of everything he was going to do to you on that table the second the meeting ended.

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