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neo404 · 2 days
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If you have the chance could you possibly continue Proud of you, buddy . Maybe it could be him asking the boy out and calling nick to tell him or him coming out to the family and nick just there supporting him through it ( also wanted to tell you that i love your stories )
Proud of you, buddy. Part 2.
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Summary: after talking with Nick, you stayed up all night thinking about confessing your feelings to Jackson, you decided that tomorrow (Friday) will be the best day to do it, since it will be the start of your summer break.
Tw: cursing.
I wanted this to be perfect. Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I made it Nicks problem.
‘’You know I am bad at crafts.’’ He said while folding the color papers I gave him.
‘’I know, but I need help. This paper bouquet won’t do itself.’’ Nick rolls his eyes.
‘’What are you doing anyways that you don’t do the bouquet for your boyfriend.’’
‘’He’s not my boyfriend, shut up. I’m writing him a letter.’’ I blush and look down at the empty piece of paper infront of me.
‘’Oh boy, teenage love is so cute, I feel like a grandpa right now.’’
‘’Yeah, ‘cus you are old.’’ I laugh and he scoffs.
‘’I won’t help you anymore, then. My hands are too old to be folding these tiny papers’’
‘’NO, it was a joke, you are as young as a baby.’’ he laughs and keeps folding the papers.
‘’Hey, I know it can be scary, just write what you feel, yeah?’’ I nod and let out a sigh. Starting to write on the paper.
We talked until it was too late, we laughed and he shared his experiences declaring to boys and things like that. I knew I was close with my older brother, but I feel like this brought us even closer. I ended up sleeping 3 and a half hours, the next morning I was looking rough, Nick woke up early to help me pick an outfit and to drop me off to school with dad.
‘’Remember buddy, breath and say what you feel.’’ I nod and he pats my shoulder. I walk into my first period which was chemistry, I have to wait until 4th period to talk to Jackson.
I talk with my friends; I laugh with them. But I can’t shake away the though of Jackson and what he might say. I take deep breathes on the halls as I change classrooms, 3rd period ends and I’m walking into my english literature class, I feel some arms wrap around me, I look besides me and see Jackson smiling at me.
‘’Hi, why didn’t you wait for me?’’ he asks me.
‘’Oh, shit. I forgot.’’
‘’You forgot about me? AUCH. My heart, I am dying.’’ He grabs his chest dramatically and puts most of the weight of his body on me. ‘’Carry me, I am bleeding out.’’
‘’I didn’t forget about you, I forgot to wait. I didn’t wanted to be late again.’’
‘’Again? We are late to english literature like… 4 times a week?’’
‘’Yes, and we have it 4 times a week, you dumbass.’’ He stands straight, one arm still around my shoulder.
‘’Right, I forget. What would I do without you?’’
‘’Probably die.’’ He laughs
‘’True. You are my savior.’’ We enter the classroom and sit on out places, which are next to each other, we share table because the teacher says Jackson pays more attention and gets better grades when he’s with me, I think it’s because he just copies everything I do.
‘’Good morning class.’’ The teacher enters the classroom with a mug of coffee on her hand and starts talking about what we will do today.
‘’Hey, Jack.’’ I whisper and punch him softly.
‘’Hm?’’
‘’Can we talk at the end of the day?’’ I ask trying to not sound nervous.
‘’Yeah. Why not now?’’
‘’You’ll see. Just pay attention to what she’s saying.’’
‘’All right, Mr. Favorite Student.’’
The rest of the day went smoothly, Jackson and I lunched together as always. I wrote to Nick on the bathroom because I was panicking. At the end of the day Nick told me he will be waiting for me with a giant ice cream container, to celebrate or just in case.
I was outside the building, on the quiet part, where people didn’t hang around as much. I looked at Jackson approaching with a wide smile on his face.
‘’Heyo! What is it that you wanted to talk about?’’
‘’It’s a bit complicated.’’ His smile fades and nods.
‘’It’s all right dude, whatever you need I’m here to listen.’’ He pats my shoulder and sits on the ground, his back against the school bricks. I sit beside him.
‘’Well, there is something I’d like to give you.’’ His eyes widen and smiles again.
‘’Bring it out man.’’ I take a deep breath and take out of my backpack the card and the little paper bouquet. ‘’Aw, dude, that’s so cute. Thanks. Is it our anniversary or something? Why are you gifting me flowers honey?’’ he jokes, as he often does. I shrug my shoulders and point at the card. ‘’Yeah right, I should read it.’’ He reads it quietly, he bites his lip while doing so, a small smile on his face, I look down at my hands and try to not cry on stop. ‘’Shit, you are such a dork.’’ I feel his hand grabbing my face and turning my face to him, he kisses my lips. ‘’I like you too, dumbass. Can I be your boyfriend?’’
‘’What? Really.’’ My brain feels dizzy, I’m trying to process what jus happened. ‘’YES, yes.’’ After I can keep rambling, he kisses me again. We break the kiss because my phone is ringing.
‘’Where the fuck are you?’’ Matts voice sound on my ear.
‘’Shit, sorry. I lost track of time. I’m on my way.’’ I close the call and give Jackson a small kiss on the lips. ‘’Bye, see you at the dinner.’’
‘’Bye. I will be there, wait for me.’’
I rush to the car, a big smile on my face.
‘’Damn buddy, what got you so happy?’’
‘’Matt… I have a boyfriend!’’ Matt looks at me dead in the eyes and blinks twice.
‘’That’s amazing, I’m proud of you buddy.’’ He gives me a small hug and starts driving home. ‘’Is he a good guy?’’
‘’Yes, he’s really kind.’’
‘’Does he know you have 4 older brother that can beat him up?’’
‘’Yes, he knows. He’s cool Matt.’’
‘’He better be.’’
We arrive home and I swing the door open, Nick is sitting on the couch, already eating some of the ice cream.
‘’HE SAID YES!’’ Nick stands up from the couch, his eyes wide open.
‘’OH MY GOD, YEEES!!!’’ he hugs me and we jump happily.
‘’What am I missing?’’ Chris who was also eating the ice cream looks at us confused. ‘’Matt, who the fuck said yes?’’
‘’Don’t ask me, the news are as new to me as they are to you.’’ He messes up my hair as he passes by Nick and I.
‘’Chris. I have a boyfriend.’’
‘’A what?...’’ he stares at me for a few seconds. ‘’DAMN, THAT’S NICE, BUDDY. Come here, hug your older brother.’’ He walks over to me and Nick and hugs the both of us. ‘’Be who you aaaare.’’
‘’To soon, Chris.’’ Nick mutters.
‘’Oh shit, sorry.’’ He chuckles. ‘’Proud of you, buddy. When will we get to meet him?’’
‘’He’s coming for mom’s birthday.’’
‘’Oh, that’s cool.’’ Nick says.
‘’Yeah, I think I’ll tell mom, dad and Justin that day.’’
‘’Sounds like a plan.’’ Chris says. Then looks at Matt that was sitting on the couch. ‘’Don’t be a grumpy fuck Matt, come hug your brothers.’’ Matt smiles and gets up to hug us.
‘’Thank you guys, you are the best.’’
‘’We are.’’ Nick says.
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classyrbf · 16 days
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STILL IN LOVE! #6 — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…
INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader has two kids, megumi is readers bio kid, angst, talks of marriage, nothing bad happens in the chapter just more of build up, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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You laid on Kento’s chest, staring at the wall as his fingers traced patterns on your skin. You took a deep breath in, snuggling into him more and shut your eyes. The last few days you’ve been thinking about your argument with Toji, thinking about your kids. It always made your stomach twist in knots thinking about it because all that you could remember were the bad times. Everything good you guys had started to diminish from your memory. Even when you weren’t together, you two still couldn’t properly be there for your kids. From the first arguments to the last, you’d always remember the look on their faces when things got loud.
“Hey, you okay?” Kento asked, caressing your back. You’d think this man is psychic with the way he could tell something was always wrong with you.
“Just thinking,” you replied.
“Good things or bad things?” He questioned, looking down at you.
“About the kids, my family.” Another deep breath filled your lungs as you sat up. You couldn’t get a moments rest when it felt like your world was crumbling slowly in front of you.
“Sweetheart,” he cupped your cheek, “you’re a great mom to them. Just because you’ve had a couple bumps in the road doesn’t mean a thing,” he reassured.
“I know, but,” you looked at him, “Toji.” That name was all you had to say to Kento to make his smile drop.
“What about him?” He asked, sitting up.
“From the moment the arguments started and the divorced happened, it affected the kids so much. It still is and I’m scared it won’t change. He’s a good dad, he loves them so much, but me and him can never get level with each other,” you explained.
“Why do you think that is?” His brows knitted together. He rubbed the pad of thumb across your knuckles, an attempt to soothe you. It was a hard pill to swallow, but you knew why you and Toji could never come to a compromise. It was clear there was still something there. The feelings, the attraction. It was hard to let go of that relationship aspect and focus on the co parenting aspect.
“I’m not sure,” you responded.
“Talk to him about it, see if he knows.” He shrugged. “I know you’re probably thinking it’ll just end in another fight, but it’s worth a shot.”
You sighed, running your hands down your face. “It will end in another fight, trust me. I’ve been through enough—”
“Ah, shit.” Kento looked down at his phone.
“What?” You asked, puzzled.
“Work,” he sighed. “I gotta get going, sweetheart.” He planted a quick kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed.
“Wait, I thought you said you had a day off?” You looked up at him as he put his shirt on.
“Yeah, I know, but, it’s work. Not much I can do,” he chuckled.
“You said the same thing yesterday when it was supposed to be your day off.” Your brows furrowed.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I gotta go.” He planted another kiss on your cheek and cheek walked out the bedroom with his coat in hand. You sat there on the bed, watching him disappear. The front door open and shutting seconds after, leaving you in silence. Lying back down on the bed, you reached to the empty side. Guilt consumed you when images of Toji lying beside you flashed before your eyes instead of Kento. Quickly, you retracted your hand and turned the other way, pulling the blankets over your body.
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“Mmm, daddy this ice cream is so good!” Naya licked her lips, trying to get the excess ice cream around her mouth.
“Yeah?” Toji chuckled, grabbing a napkin. “It’s my favorite.” He wiped her mouth.
“It’s my favorite too! Can I have more please?” She smiled up at him, a smile he could never say no to.
“Of course, baby girl.” He gave her another spoonful, watching her eyes light up when she got a fudge brownie piece. “How’s your ice cream, Megs?” Toji asked.
“Pretty good. Should’ve gotten gummy bears.” He slightly frowned, stabbing at contents in the cup.
Toji decided it would be nice to take the kids out for a while after what happened. The last few days everyone was in a bad mood, grouchy and exhausted. He hoped getting ice cream would help bring out their smiles again, even if it was winter time. He was trying his hardest to keep it together for his kids, for you as well. He thinks about you more than he likes to admit. How could he not when two of your kids are sitting in front of him? He can’t explain why he still feels the way he does about you, but he knows it’s genuine. But he’s also aware he deserves to see you happy with someone that isn’t him. He let your marriage fall apart, risking everything he’s ever cared about.
Toji also hates to admit that he thinks about your new boyfriend a lot too. He doesn’t know the guys name or what he even looks like, but he knows you wouldn’t just go for anyone. Late at night he stays up and thinks about all the things you’re doing with your new boyfriend that you did with him and jealously building up in his heart. He thinks about the way he used to make you smile and laugh and wonders if your new boyfriend is doing the same. He thinks about if he’s holding you at night, touching you, kissing you. Toji thinks about a lot of things, but the main thing that sits at the back of his mind is does he know where your heart truly lies?
That night, Toji saw it in your eyes. You almost gave into him like you did many times before. He knows it’s wrong, but he wants you back so badly. He craves you so badly. He knows you like the back of his hand, and he knows that you think about him too. Whether that be in love or hate, he knows he’s still on your mind. It’s wrong for him to want you to himself, to want all of your attention after he’s tried to rid himself of it so many times by trying to find you in other women. He was wrong to think anyone could replace you.
He doesn’t care about the arguments, about the fights, you’ll both work on that. You could scream at him, hit him, call him names, and though it would hurt, he’d still love you as much as he did before. You were his woman.
“Dad, can we get mom some ice cream before you bring us back?” Megumi asked.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He pulled the money out of his pocket, handing it to him.
“I know her favorite! I wanna buy it!” Naya tried reaching for the money.
“You’re too little, Ny-ny!” Megumi walked away towards the front counter.
“Mmmm, so mean,” she whined, folding her arms across her chest.
“It’s okay, peanut, next time you can get mommy something else.” He pinched her cheek. “Now wipe that look off your face,” he laughed.
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“Mommy, mommy!” You heard Naya’s voice as you unlocked the door. She stood there with a big grin, staring up at you. You bent kneeled to her height and she jumped in your arms. “Hi!”
“Hi, baby. Have fun?” You asked, standing up straight with her on your hip.
“I did, we got ice cream and I tried daddy’s favorite and now it’s my favorite!” She nodded.
“Oh, really?” You quirked a brow. “I thought your favorite was cookies and cream?”
“Not anymore.” She shook her head. “Now it’s chocolate fudge brownie.”
“Chocolate fudge brownie, wow, you are advancing your tastebuds, baby girl,” you chuckled, earning a giggle from her. “Go put your things away, okay?” You put her down as Megumi came walking up from the car, Toji behind him.
“Hi, mom.” He gave you the smallest smile.
“Hi, sweety.” You kissed the top of his head. “Who’s that for?” You asked, looking at the half melted ice cream in his hand.
“For you. I asked dad if I could get you one and he gave me the money. It’s your favorite,” he answered.
“Awe, thank you!” You gave him another kiss and hug. “Put it in the freezer for later.” He walked past you and into the house. “Thanks for the ice cream.” You cleared your throat, looking at Toji.
“Yeah, no problem,” he plainly responded. “I want to apologize for the other day. I stepped out of line.”
“It’s fine.” You pulled at the hem of your shirt, playing with the fabric. That feeling began to settle in again the longer you stayed out her with him—feeling like it was only you two in the world. Each stolen glance a showcase of your nervousness. You were thinking about what Kento had said, to take a chance and speak with him about finding a leveling plane for you two. You wanted you and Toji as parents to work out so bad, you were tired of past problems getting in the way of what came first, but at the same time you were afraid that it was going to end up how it always did. Wherever his head was at in this dynamic was different from where yours was. “Do you think we can talk?”
“About?” He stuffed his hands in his sweater pocket, cheeks red from the cold air.
“The kids. About us as parents. I want us to find a level playing field,” you explained.
“Only if we don’t have to do it in this cold,” he chuckled.
“Right,” you laughed along with him, “sorry, come in.” You walked back into the house with him following behind you. He shut the door, removing his coat. It felt like forever ago since the last time Toji was inside your house. “I’m just gonna get the kids ready for bed and then we can talk, okay?” You stood there only a few feet from him.
“Take your time, mama.” The nickname slipped out, another habit he was trying to break, but you didn’t seem to mind. He watched you walk away down the hall. Everything inside of him was screaming not to fuck it up this time, to say something that would cause a war. It was about your kids, about you guys as parents, a conversation that was long overdue. Hopefully, it’ll show improvement in rebuilding your family.
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satoruhour · 4 months
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a/n: ty for all ur asks ill answer them soon but i just wanna write something small to get my mind off assignments and i miss writing; very self-ship coded and indulgent
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thinking about geto who loves to game and because he’s already finished his finals for the semester, he’s is enjoying his time online but you still have some exams and essays to finish up on and you’re just... so distracted by your boyfriend’s side profile as he shouts and smiles at his teammates on the game.
your mind is all muddled from the information you try to soak up, but you know you’ve reached your limit long ago when you start looking at the brightness of suguru’s screens more than your dull notes, and you fall even deeper in love when after each round he comes off his set-up to check on you.
first, “how’s my baby’s studying going?” he asks softly even if you cannot hear with the earphones in, and here you’re more focused, jumping a little when a larger, gentle hand strokes your calves.
“sorry, su— what did you say?” he hovers over you, gently pushing away the hand clutching your notes to give you a kiss before sitting down again.
“how’s your studying?” his tone is so, so loving and small, as if afraid that he’ll add onto your stress but he does the exact opposite.
you just settle for a shrug, wanting to tell him about this frustrating time period that you have to memorise the events for but before you can open your mouth, you can hear satoru’s loud ass from his headset and you both share a giggle.
“go,” you whisper, running a hand briefly through his hair.
“okay darling. you’ll be okay,” geto never forgets to gift you with a forehead kiss, tender against your skin before picking himself up. this happens a second, third, fourth time — hell, you lost count of how many rounds they played but your studying starts to falter around round three when you cannot take any more of the black plague and the protestant v. catholic disputes.
so, you just switch to watching your boyfriend be skilled with his fingers, clacking away on the keyboard and keeping the team together when gojo again dramatically has to scream at why he keeps getting shot at. he was everyone’s rock, at this point, but he was only willing to let you be the chiseler and chip away at him until you find obsidian.
“sugu...” you mumble, not expecting to hear you, but just at that moment one of his friends had to take a break, pausing it. all the chaos that comes in through his headphones stop, so you’re surprised when his head snaps to yours.
“hm?” he hums, looking at you with that smile.
you point, more to his lap than to his face, “can i?”
geto wasn’t a stranger to this, so he swivels his chair and opens his hands to face you; you happily trot over to him, abandoning your notes for a little bit of downtime. before you know it, you’re placing one leg over his pelvis and straddling him, safely cradled by him.
“hi.”
you giggle, “hello.”
geto grins in return, hands caressing your sides like it was his stress ball. “how’s it goin’?”
you shake your head and frown, “can’t remember.”
your lover only gives you a downward smile, one of his hands coming up to rub the stress away from you. his thumb goes over your furrowed brows, fingers squeezing your jaw until it relaxes.
“there we go...” he softly says, “want to stay here?”
“if you don’t mind? i don’t want to memorise any more things,” geto can hear the pout in your voice and he coos inwardly, brushing a few strands of hairs from your face.
“of course i don’t mind, baby,” another forehead peck, “once this round ends, i’ll clean up and come to bed with you, okay?”
“promise? you always let satoru talk you into another round.”
and you jump a little again when you hear a familiar voice sound out from the headset, hey, i heard that!!! and you laugh with suguru, exchanging small smiles as the other gives you a tender kiss — “i won’t let him do it this time.”
and suguru stays true to his word, squeezing you periodically while your hands wrap around his shoulders and your face buries itself in his neck. you’re snuggled comfortably on his lap, sometimes giving him kisses on the neck and he wriggles because of his sensitive spots. he has the pleasure of hearing your laughs, albeit faded and soft, you have all the warmth in the world in the form of geto suguru.
it’s when you’re slipping in and out of consciousness that they conclude the round, suguru immediately bidding goodbye to his friends and suddenly the world is quiet again.
“—eetheart? baby?” geto’s voice cut into your conscious and you blink away your fatigue. “there she is.”
“yea— here,” yawn, “here i am.”
suguru barks out a laugh, a beautiful noise and it’s got you smiling too. again, his hand like second nature goes to your hair to arrange it, heart tightening up when you lean into his touch.
“shall we head to bed?” you nod sleepily, but you have to get your kisses first, arms bending to slot your hands to his neck and face. there, you can feel his skin heat up, pale skin illuminated by the computer screens that turn red just barely. you bring suguru in for a gentle kiss, letting your boyfriend lead the way as you lock lips.
you move in tandem, in rhythm with him, taking in a deep breath when his arms wrap tighter around your waist. he hums into the kiss, cold hands descending upon your warm back and teasing that line that follows your spine, while he moves his head against yours. sneakily, he slips his tongue into your mouth and swallows your soft moans, pulling away with a deep breath when oxygen becomes scarce.
geto looks at you like you hung the stars, eyes soft and tired as well, a glow on his face and lips pulled into a smile.
“my pretty, pretty girl,” he whispers, your heart picking up in an even faster pace, taking advantage of your hand on his face. he turns his face, lips upon your palm and you can feel your heart soar. the scene is still all quiet — the computers shut down by now, the soft rush of water in the plugged-in diffuser, your breathing, as he takes your hand and kisses, kisses, kisses. each finger, knuckle to your wrist, leaving no place untouched by his lips.
you tuck his bangs behind his ear, but it will dart out soon enough. “my... gamer... boy?” you stutter out questionably and you make suguru throw his head back and laugh, fingers feeling at your skin.
“oh, pretty and hilarious? i think i scored,” the laughter subsides and you get lost in his eyes all over again, a labyrinth that you never want to come out of because it’s warm and cozy and consists of everything that you love.
“you jest.” you’re grinning, heading back into your safe space as you hide your face, and geto takes that as a sign to stand up, just as he knows everything about you. adjusting you, he stands up shortly after, bringing you to the bed and plopping onto it with a big sigh.
“oh, i do anything but joke about my baby’s capabilities,” he hovers over you, looking like a deity above you that you’d think you’re meeting with god, “not when she’s just so stunning. it’s true.”
geto suguru always had a way with words, and now, a way with your heart. from the lovesick look he has in his eyes, or the extra hair tie he keeps on his wrist for you, or maybe even the fingers that know your body so well, he knows you like second nature. loving you is like that — natural, ingrained into his body and yet every time he kisses you, the same fireworks never fail to ignite.
“by the gods, i’m sure they’re all talking about you in the love songs they write,” suguru whispers from above you, voice barely above a whisper and the pure articulation of it takes your breath away. the words and description fit him better, you know, but you’d indulge yourself in the eyes of your lover for once and let his love consume you whole.
geto mumbles mindlessly, thumb going over your bottom lip, “and everything they sing and speak of is true. venus looks like everything true and good and sweet. she looks just like love.”
“where is she, now?”
“what do you mean? i’m looking at her right now.” suguru replies with a smile of his own before he devours you whole, lips upon lips and skin against skin and nothing makes his heart burn and head spin quite like you do. he guesses it’s all goddess-level duty, but even then, even goddesses do not know of their powers sometimes, just like you and your humility and all your kindness and beauty that even you don’t know what you do to him.
and suguru is more than happy to let you know.
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dumplingsjinson · 1 year
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List of sharing a bed prompts
“This line mustn’t be crossed or I’m going to kick you off the fucking bed.”
“Why must I share a bed with them out of all people?!” 
“It’s cold, get under the covers.”
“C’mere… Want snuggles.” (Featuring grabby hands!!!)
Character A waking up to Character B, their faces inches apart and them wondering how the fuck someone could look so beautiful while sleeping. (Bonus: them freaking out when Character B wakes up and catches them staring.) 
“Why’d you push me off the bed?!” “B-Because you’ve crossed the line!” 
“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.” 
Character B being a blanket hogger and Character A letting them hog the blanket. 
“Why are you curled up like a prawn?” “Because you stole my side of the blanket!”  
Character B, being someone who likes to hug something in their sleep, ends up using Character A as their makeshift pillow. Character A isn’t too keen on it at first but they end up accepting their fate. (It’s the best night of sleep they’ve probably ever had since they were a kid.) 
“You were snoring the whole fucking night and I couldn’t get a wink of sleep because of that!”
“You were sleep talking last night.” “…What did I say?”
“Why the fuck is the bed wet?” “…I just happen to sweat a lot.” 
Character A begrudgingly letting Character B snuggle up to them but secretly enjoying it.
Character B spooning Character A even though Character A is usually the big spoon. 
“You’re so warm…”  “Fuck do you think I am, a reptile? Of course I’m warm.” 
“You’re so nice to hug.” 
“I like how soft you feel in my arms.” “…Thanks?” 
“How did we end up with your feet in my face?!” 
Their limbs getting all tangled up while they’re sleeping and then them waking up and literally falling off the bed when trying to disentangle themselves from each other while fully freaking out about it.
Character B hugging Character A immediately, sobs racking through their body after being shaken awake from their nightmare and Character A not knowing what the hell to do with their arms so they awkwardly pat their back, saying, “There, there…” 
“Hey! Hey! Are you okay? Come over here, it’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.”
“It’s okay, I’m here.” “You’re not going to leave, are you?” “I won’t.” “Promise?” “Promise.”
Character A enjoying sharing a bed with Character B but would never admit to it.
“We should do this more often.” “No fucking way, once is enough.” (They do it often after that.)
“Oi! Wake up!” “What? What happened?” “Why did you just moan in your sleep?” “…What, were you turned on by it?” “What?! No, of course not! Disturbed, but definitely not turned on.” 
“Your feet are so cold. What the hell?”
“Stop sticking your feet down my pants!” “It’s not my fault your asscheeks are hella warm.”
“Just… Please hold me for tonight. Just tonight, that’s all I’m asking for,” Character B whispers, arms tightening around Character A.
Character A sharing their bed with Character B so often the sheets and pillows are starting to smell like Character B. (Bonus: Character A missing their presence whenever they don’t wake up next to them.)
Character A waking up to Character B clinging onto them. Instead of waking them up to tell them to get off of them, they decide to let them be. 
Character A wakes up to Character B’s face right near theirs. They’re leaning in, still drowsy and not thinking straight, ready to risk it all, when Character B opens their eyes and Character A’s first instinct is to smack their face away. “That fucking hurt, you imbecile!” Character B cries out, glaring at them as they rub their nose.
“Do you remember us spooning last night?” “We did what?”
“Why am I naked, and most importantly, why are you naked?” “…I’m hurt. Do you really not remember what happened last night? Did I not give it to you good enough?” “Fucking excuse me?!” 
“I wanna be big spoon this time.” “But you’re tiny.”
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apomaro-mellow · 1 year
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Inspired by this post where the older kids get walkie-talkies
“Hey Birdie, is the Master with you?”
Steve’s call got no response, even though he knew Robin never went far without her walkie-talkie.
“Birdie? Is the Master with you?”
Steve was about to get irate until he realize why she wasn’t responding and let out the biggest sigh and eye roll.
“Is the Master with you? Over.”
Finally a crackle came on. “He is indeed. Over.”
“Can you tell him to bring some chocolate chips when you guys come over? ....Over.”
“Can do! Over.”
“Excuse me”, Eddie’s voice came on the line. “Why doesn’t Birdie get the shopping list? Over.”
“Because she’ll either forget to go to the store, or go and get distracted and buy everything except what I asked for. Over.”
“You know me so well~ Over.”
“This is blatant favoritism. Over.”
“I’ll give you the first pick of cookies for your troubles. Over.”
“Complain rescinded.”
Steve smiled. “What was that?”
“Complaint rescinded. Over.”
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It had started with Nancy giving them the walkie-talkies, which seemed out of character for her until she gave the reason. They were only able to save Max because they had instant communication. And when they couldn’t reach the gang in California, it felt hopeless. So it had been a precaution. If anything happened, they’d have these. Spring Break came and went. As did the rest of spring. And their purpose quickly went from emergency communication to anything that came to their minds. The first time the kids found out about it, they decried copying.
Nancy was quick to say theirs was more serious. And it was true to an extent. They had codenames, they had protocols they followed. No one ever said Code Red without meaning it. The one time it had been used, Steve called on it after Robin got hit by a car trying to save a kid. If you asked anyone else, they would’ve said he was hysterical. If you asked Steve, he was appropriately concerned for his friend who was hanging by a thread. She walked away with a bruised rib and a couple of stitches.
“This is Wave Rider, asking for permission to land. Over”, Argyle said.
“This is the Master, you are granted. Over.”
Both boys gave each other goofy grins as they stood across from each other in front of Eddie’s trailer. 
“Nancy would kill you two if she saw you using them in close proximity”, Jonathan said.
“What she won’t know won’t kill her, right?”, Eddie said.
“You don’t need to tell him twice”, Argyle grinned.
Jonathan gave him a good-natured nudge while the three of them went inside.
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Steve and Robin had left Family Video and now worked at a nearby convenience store. The You Suck/Rule board had returned. Dustin vaguely remembered it. When he saw all the You Suck tallies, he figured Steve was repeatedly striking out with girls again.
“Maybe you should give up on chicks for a while”, he said one day, when he came for a slushie. “Doesn’t seem like it’s your forte nowadays.”
Steve slumping onto the counter made sense. But Robin’s raucous laughter, not so much.
“This is Birdie to Jonner-Than-You, come in. Over.”
“Jonner-Than-You here, Birdie. What’s your status? Over.”
“Apparently Loverboy here needs to give up on women. Dusty Buns says they’re not his forte.”
Dustin was about to argue that call sign when he heard Jonathan laugh the loudest he had ever heard.
Unbeknownst to him, the board wasn’t for whenever Steve struck out with girls. It was specifically when he struck out with Eddie whenever he came into their little corner of 7-11 heaven.
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“Big Wheel to the Master. Come in. Over.”
“The Master reporting. What’s up? Over.”
“Is Mini Wheels with you? Over?”
There was what could only be described as indignant squawking on the other end of the line. That confirmed her brother was indeed on the other end of the call.
“That’s a roger on that. Over.”
“Tell him that even if he’s in high school, he still has a curfew. And I’m not covering for him again. Over.”
“I’ll make sure he gets the message. Over.” Eddie looked over to Mike. “Hey Mini Wheels!”
“Stop calling me that!”
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The six of them had gotten together for an afternoon hangout that slowly trickled down. Nancy had to get home, Jonathan left to meet up with a study group, and as day turned to night, Argyle drove Robin to her shift at the store. Which left Eddie and Steve alone at the Harrington Residence to finish off the movie they’d started.
Steve could do this. He could be smooth. He’d been striking out because the fact it was Eddie and not just some random girl made the stakes higher. Made him doubt himself. But the King Steve shit hadn’t been totally a lie. He could bring back just a bit. Enough to get Eddie to melt in his hands. 
It started with playing with his hair and giving him meaningful looks. He’d made out with girls while a movie was on a bunch of times. Depending on how ready they were, it could be easy to pull them out of it.
When Eddie looked for too long at his lips, Steve knew he had him. 
“Can I try something?”, Steve asked while curling a long lock around his finger.
Eddie nodded hesitantly before swallowing. “Y-yeah, go for it, dude.”
Steve leaned in slow, giving Eddie a chance to back out. He didn’t. The kiss was slow and warm and Steve’s hand went deeper into his hair. When he pulled away, Eddie came with him for a second kiss. This one went deeper and had Eddie pushing Steve back against the couch. When they parted this time, Steve felt like he was in a daze, when a realization came to him.
He jolted up, nearly knocking Eddie off the couch as he reached for the walkie-talkie. “This is Loverboy to Birdie. Put a point down for I rule cause Harrington’s still got it baby!”, he said, snapping excitedly.
“Bullshit”, Robin replied.
Eddie took the device from Steve. “This is the Master, confirming the Harrington does in fact, still have it. Over.” He then dropped the walkie-talkie onto the floor and went back to kissing Steve.
Argyle had made the astute observation that Robin had put down a tally right after he’d done a transaction with Steve, but Eddie hadn’t wanted to believe he had anything to do with that scoreboard.
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“This is Jonner-Than-You, confirming the retrieval and delivery of five nuggets and a tall drink. Over.”
“Loverboy responding, it’s supposed to be six nuggets, a tall drink, and three sides. Over.”
“Mad Max went off to have dinner with Lucky Number and the sides are not cooperating. Over.”
“You tell the rest of that club that they better get their asses in that van. Nancy, Argyle, and I didn’t slave over a hot stove just for them to-”
Jonathan held up the walkie to the rest of the Hellfire club to hear all of Steve’s tirade. No one turned down an invitation to Sunday dinner. No one.
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The six of them laid out in the middle of a field, blissed out. For once, none of them had anywhere to be or anything to do. A perfect opportunity to waste time by passing a joint and watching the sky.
Jonathan picked up his walkie-talkie. “This is Jonner-Than-You reporting in. I love you guys.”
“Birdie to Jonner-Than-You, I love you too.”
“Um, Loverboy to Birdie. You’re supposed to love me best. Over.”
“Wave Rider responding. There’s enough love to go around. You should know that Loverboy.”
“You guys are high as fuck. Over”, Eddie said.
“Big Wheel to the group. Quit wasting your batteries. Over.”
“Birdie to Big Wheel. Not until you admit you love us. Over.”
That started a chant of “Love us. Love us.” through the walkie-talkies which made it reverberate even more until Nancy was covering her ears and everyone ditched the walkie-talkies to dog pile on top of her. Only then did she admit she loved these idiots.
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gentlyweeps-world · 3 months
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A Rivals Heart 3
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summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex and George, maybe it could be fixed.
pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader
warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual tensions.
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“You don’t understand guys, we almost kissed! And now he hasn’t said a thing to me! He’s acting like nothing happened!” You groan out, pacing back and forth as George, Alex and Lando simply watch you.
It’s the weekend of the Saudi Arabian GP, and you’re currently in the Williams hospitality, ranting about the night at the club with Max.
Lando just laughs as you rant on about your awkward encounter with Max, he found the entire thing absolutely funny.
George and Alex just chuckle, George glances at you with a smirk on his face.
“He’s probably just as confused as you are, or he’s trying to figure out what he actually feels towards you.” George adds on, as Lando just keeps laughing.
“Well clearly he still hates me..” You say throwing your hands up, “You guys saw how he was glaring at me!”
Lando lets out another laugh, George sighs and rolls his eyes.
“He does still hate you, that’s true.” George says with a smirk, but he quickly adds on. “But I think your encounter with him might have changed that..”
Alex just sips his water, looking away into the distance as he listens to your rant.
“Ugh! Whatever guys are stupid, he’s stupid!” You groan out, flopping down on one of the couches in the hospitality.
Lando lets out a chuckle, but George looks at you seriously, he can tell how much this is infuriating you.
“What if I could get him to talk to you?” He asks, watching you.
Lando chuckles at that idea, while Alex just sips on his water, clearly just listening to this entire conversation not sure what to say.
“No..no just leave it be..” You mumble out, leaning your head back as you close your eyes. The three guys look at each other, knowing they won’t leave it be and will definitely say something to him.
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“Heyyy Max!” Lando says after searching the entire paddock for him.
Max looks up from his phone from where he was sitting in RB hospitality. “Hi..” Max replies, turning off his phone and looking at Lando.
“Soo…” Lando says, taking a seat next to Max, “You remember that one night at the club last weekend?” Lando adds on.
Max smirks at Lando, he can’t believe the audacity of Lando to ask a question like that.
He remembers that one night all too well. But he doesn’t show that to Lando.
“Yes I do.” Max replies, not wanting to go into details or mention it further.
“Right..right” Lando says, not sure what to say with Max being so…dry. “Uh well! That was purely to piss you off…” Lando adds on with a chuckle, “But uh- we think you should say something to Y/n!”
Max just looks at Lando, not replying yet. Landos intentions were obvious, and he knew that as well as Max.
Finally, he spoke. “Why’s that?” He asked, turning back to Lando so they make eye contact.
“Just to uh yknow..fix relationships within the grid..?” Lando says awkwardly, even if he was good friends with Max, this conversation was awkward, too awkward.
Max smirks at the excuse Lando tried to make.
“We’re rivals. She’s always hated me and I’ve always hated her.” He says bluntly.
“Right well! See you around mate!” Lando says, getting up quickly and clapping Max on his shoulder as he rushes off to find George and Alex.
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“That was horrible! Why couldn’t Alex say something to him!” Lando whines out to George and Alex, having had done a terrible job talking to Max.
George rolls his eyes at Lando, “Alex wouldn’t have done any better” George says.
“Hey! I was teammates with him, I would’ve done way better!” Alex says offended.
“What about Danny?” Lando suggests, “Daniel loves to annoy Max..” He adds on.
“That is true…” George mumbles out, thinking about it.
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“Oh yeah I’m in..” Danny says with a grin, “Anything to piss off Max” He adds on with a chuckle.
So now here you are walking side by side with Danny walking to RB hospitality to eat with him. “Why didn’t you get Lando or someone else to go with you..” You mumble out annoyed, not understanding why Danny picked you.
“Because I want to have some lunch with my other bestie!” Daniel says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a grin.
Seeing him smile you couldn’t help but also smile. You both find a table to sit at, “I’ll go grab some stuff to munch on..” Danny says with a grin.
Unknowingly Max was walking up behind you to join, “Oh hey Max! You can sit right there!” Danny says, pulling Max and shoving him into the chair across of you before he sprints away laughing.
Max lets out a groan as he’s being shoved into a chair and then being left alone with you. He couldn’t believe Daniel would do him dirty like that but you can’t really say no to Danny without being rude. “Fucking asshole..” He mutters under his breath.
He sits across from you and looks at you, not saying a word, clearly planning his next move. “Uhm, hi..” You say with a nervous smile, not exactly what to say or do, since it’s been weird between the two of you.
“So you do talk…” Max says with a smirk, leaning back in his seat. “And you’re back to being an ass..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes. You look around Red Bulls hospitality and notice Alex, George, Lando and Daniel trying to “hide” and watch you and Max talk, you glare at them but glance back over to Max.
Max smirks, this was more like the conversations the two of you usually had.
“Did you miss me?” He asks as he raises one of his eyebrows at you, clearly teasing you. “Oh I missed you so much!” You say sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
Max grins at you, he can already tell you two are back to your normal fighting self again.
“That’s a nice attitude you have schatz”He says sarcastically. “Thanks..” You mumble out, narrowing your eyes at him. “It’s special just for you..” You add on.
Max smiles at you, his smile growing larger with every sarcastic comment you send his way.
“I feel honored” He says as his voice was filled with sarcasm and amusement.
“Good..” You mumble out before getting up from your seat, “Well I’d better get ready for qualifying!” You say, “It was so nice talking to you!” You add on sarcastically, making your way to your teams garage.
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“It totally worked..” You hear a voice say, snapping you from your nap, “What…?” You mumble out confusedly, opening you eyes and spotting Lando, Alex and George.
It was race day and you were at your teams hospitality, taking a nap before everything started.
“Danny leaving you two to talk!” George says, reminding you of the previous day. “That definitely didn’t work..” You mumble out, sitting up to look at the three guys.
“Maybe not..” Lando chuckles, “But at least you two are talking now.” Lando replies.
George just rolls his eyes, “Yeah he’s right about that, it’s a start.” George adds on, he knows what him and Lando had attempted to do yesterday didn’t go that well.
“It was a shitty attempt at trying to fix this..” Alex mumbles under his breath. “See! Alex gets it!” You say, motioning your hand towards Alex.
Alex rolls his eyes once again but doesn’t say anything.
“So what did he even end up saying to you?” George asks, clearly eager to know about the encounter between you and Max. “Was he even nice?” He asks.
“Yeah he was suuper nice!” You say sarcastically glaring at George. George rolls his eyes, he had obviously seen through your sarcasm.
“He definitely wasn’t nice.” George adds on, his tone being slightly serious.
“Really?!” You say faking shock, “I didn’t know George!”
“Oh be quiet.” George rolls his eyes at you.
Lando smirks, it’s clear he’s enjoyed watching this entire thing unfold. Alex just remains quiet.
“Can we just drop Max and focus on the race happening soon?” You mumble out with a groan.
That was clearly the worst move to make, as the guys all turn to you, looking at you as if you had just insulted their mothers.
“Drop Max?” George asks, sounding genuinely disappointed now.
“No!” Lando shouts, almost as if this situation was now his problem.
“We want the drama..” Alex replies, finally joining the conversation.
“If you want drama go talk to Pierre and Charles or something!” You say with a groan, getting up from your spot.
“That’s boring drama.” Lando chuckles, getting up with you.
“The drama here is much more interesting.” George says, also standing up.
“Don’t walk out on us, this is still our problem too.” Lando says. “It’s not your guys problem! You three volunteered to make it your problem!” You say, walking away to go to your teams garage and get prepared for the race.
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“Just one more lap to go, P3, P3” Your engineer says over radio.
You had a great start, moving up two positions from P5, and thankfully being able to keep that P3 position for the entire race.
Max was just in-front of you in P2. With Checo in P1.
“Gap between me and Verstappen?” You ask, wanting, needing, to overtake him for your own egos sake.
Your engineer replies to you pretty quickly, knowing how competitive you are.
“Approximately 2.3 seconds.” He replies. “Perfect” You reply, set on overtaking him.
You focus on the race, keeping in mind the gap between Max.
You’ve started your lap, you close in on Max. You were getting a good speed on this track compared to others, you finally were in DRS and were able to pull alongside Max.
Side by side to Maxs RB19, you try to push to get past him, but he wasn’t having it.
He knowingly moves in closer to you, self sabotaging his race and yours.
Max was not having it, he wasn’t about to let you win this race, even if it meant taking both of you out of the race, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
You collide into each other, you know how fast both of you were going, you knew the impact was going to be hard so you close your eyes and brace for it.
Both of your cars are sent spinning out into the grass. The crash was hard, but you were okay, you open your eyes, you see the grass and gravel being thrown around you.
Everything stopped for a moment, you were okay. You were safe. But he ruined it.
Of course he couldn’t let you pass him, instead he opted to take you both out. “You okay Y/n?” Your engineer asks, “I’m fucking pissed” You reply sharply, getting out of your car and storming over to Maxs.
He was just getting out of his when he noticed you storming over. “You’re a fucking asshole!” You shout, throwing your hands up in the air.
Max had just got out of the car, not having any care in the world for anything else.
“That was quite fun wasn’t it?” He says with a smirk, he knew what he just did, but he was completely fine with it.
“I hate you! I hope you’re proud of yourself Verstappen!” You say, noticing the marshalls rushing over now to split you two apart. Max freezes in his spot, thankful you couldn’t see the way his face dropped at your words. The marshalls rush you away from him and off the track.
He knew he fucked up, he knew he lost you. You called him by his last name and said you hated him. The words cut him deep, and that’s something you couldn’t see. He hated the way this whole thing turned out now. He was hurt that you truly meant every word.
You’re brought back to your teams garage. Everyone looks at you, not saying anything, they know the drama between the two of you, but you had never truly said you hated the other before.
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“Y/n? Y/n!” An interviewer asks, snapping you out of your daze. “How are you feeling after today?” They ask.
You internally roll your eyes at the question, hated that you still had to attend media duties. “Pretty bad, I mean there wasn’t much I could do..” You reply, rubbing your hand over you face, trying to hide the fact you were crying about ten minutes ago.
The interviewer could clearly see you were trying to hide something. You always seemed to look so confident and happy during these interviews.
“Can I ask, how do you feel about Max? Because this isn’t the first time you two have clashed.” The interviewer asks.
“I think he’s a pussy” You say blankly, “He couldn’t deal with me trying to overtake him”
You didn’t care if PR yelled at you, you were pissed. The interviewer nods at your response, not wanting to act surprised or shocked.
“Are you implying he wouldn’t let you overtake him because you’re female?” They ask.
“Yes, yes I am” You reply bluntly.
The interviewer nods in understanding, they know Max and you both have always had this tension and rivalry between you two.
“And he did crash into you, I’m sure the FIA will look into this accident.” The interviewer points out.
You let out a chuckle at that, “Sure..” You say with a grin, knowing the FIA won’t do that.
The interviewer gets frustrated at your grin and how you were laughing at the whole thing.
“Do you believe you could’ve won the race if that collision didn’t happen?” The interviewer asks.
“I think it would’ve been possible, yes” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest.
The interviewer takes note of that, they know you’re always extremely confident in your abilities as a race car driver. It isn’t something that surprises them.
“Do you believe you’ll make a comeback in Melbourne? With this incident?” The interviewer says, it was clear they were trying to see how motivated you are to win next weekend.
“Yes, I’m very confident” You say.
The interviewer makes a note of this as well, they always knew you’d never back down on your confidence.
“Alright, that’ll be all. Thank you.” The interviewer says as they turn off the camera and hand you a towel to wipe off sweat.
You are able to relax for a few moments before your PR manager comes up to you. You noticed the hint of irritation in your PR manager, but that was hidden by a forced smile.
The PR manager looks at you, they know how badly the day went and how pissed you were at Max for crashing into you.
They put their arm around your shoulder and lead you back to your drivers room.
Once the door is closed you let out a sigh. “You have to watch what you say” Kelly, your PR manager says.
“I know that! I’m just so pissed off..” You say, leaning up against the small makeshift bed.
Kelly just nods at you, she understands what your feelings right now, but she knows she still has to act as your PR manager.
“He’s got to you a good bit.” She says, hoping to get you to relax a bit more.
“He crashed into you, you’re allowed to be mad.” She adds on. “I know the FIA won’t do anything…” You say softly, disappointment and irritation evident in your tone.
“They most likely won’t..” Kelly says softly, she knows this feeling all too well.
She sighs, she knows that this whole situation sucks, but you have to move on from it for now, you can’t let this incident ruin the next race in Melbourne.
“The team will try and say something to the FIA” Kelly adds on, giving you a reassuring smile. “Okay that’s good..” You mumble out, rubbing your hand over your face.
Kelly nods at you, letting out a little sigh.
“They probably won’t do much, it’s Max we’re talking about here.” She says, “He has a special place for all the rules.” She adds on sarcastically, her voice becoming slightly annoyed.
You let out a chuckle at her words, “Yeah that’s true” You say with a small grin. “It’s not fair, but it’s just the way things are.” Kelly says with a sigh, she hated how the whole system worked.
You both sit there for a few moments in silence, until there was a knock at your door.
“I’ll check it” She says, moving to crack open the door and peek her head out, “Yeah Y/n’s in here, you can come in..” She says, moving the door more open, letting in Lewis.
You perk up at the sight of Lewis, you’ve never really talked much but he’s a nice guy. Lewis walked into the room with a smile on his face, you knew he had heard what happened, words spread quick around the paddock.
Lewis had always been a supportive person to you. “How you feeling?” Lewis asks, he had come to have just a general chat and check up on you.
“Pretty shitty..” You say with a chuckle, you glance at Kelly who gives you a smile and exits the room, knowing Lewis probably wants to comfort you.
Lewis smiles at your response, he can tell you’re just trying to joke around a little bit to avoid being in a sour mood.
“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to check up on you sooner.” Lewis says, sitting down next to you, he knew how you were probably feeling right now after the whole incident.
“It’s alright..” You say with a faint smile, glancing over at him.
There’s a good chunk of silence before he speaks up, “I- I know how you feel…” He says, “Like you fit in but don’t completely…you’ll always be viewed as an outsider and be targeted…”
“I know it must be worse for you- but I understand to some extent…” Lewis says, looking at you.
Lewis’ words hit home, you’ve never really seen anyone really understand your situation before.
“You do understand…” You reply with a faint smile, you felt good at the moment for just a few seconds, “Thanks Lewis..” You add on.
There’s a moment of silence as you figure out your next words. “There’s some drivers who I’m friends with- and some I talk to- who I’m friendly with”
“But it’s not the same, there’s still this distance, that I’m still left out even if it’s not noticeable…”
“And there’s unspoken pressure with me being female, I have to preform every weekend, or else I’ll be viewed as if I don’t deserve my seat..”
“If there’s just one slip up, almost everyone in F1 hates me” You say softly.
You realized you had been talking pretty fast, you had been spewing everything that had been bottled up inside of you.
Lewis couldn’t help but feel bad for you, because he did know how it felt to constantly have the pressure of performing on your shoulders.
“I know..” He replies back, “I have my own troubles, but I think yours are worse than mine..” Lewis says, he could tell how much the pressure to perform was getting to you.
“Yeah well-“ You say with a dry chuckle, “That’s F1..”
Lewis smiles softly at your dry humor, he had a slight feeling that you were using jokes as a way to lighten the tension.
“It is unfortunately..” He replies back.
He was always pretty silent when it came to emotional stuff, but you could tell that his heart truly did go out for you.
“Thank you for checking up on me..” You say, giving him a small smile.
Lewis just smiles back at you, you knew he cared about you, despite you two not being too close before this.
“Your welcome.” He replies, he gives you a small pat on the shoulder before leaving the room.
You were happy that someone checked up on you.
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You let out a sigh, you were back at your hotel room, laying in bed watching Cars when there was a knock at your door.
“Coming!” You say, getting up from the bed and over to the door, cracking it open just enough to see who it is.
When you see who it is, you are caught off guard.
Max was standing at the door.
He obviously didn’t know how to approach you after the whole incident but he couldn’t just ignore the whole thing, there was something he wanted to say, and now was the time.
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bubbbii · 9 months
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..Princess?
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title : …Princess?
pairing : Jungkook x reader
genre : kpop smut, jungkook smut, dirty content
warning : friends to lovers, doggystyle, name calling, degrading, daddy kink, choking, multiple orgasms, spanking, fingering, blowjob, handjob, spitting, sucking out, hickey kink, very dirty content
summary : she’s still stuck on her and her best friend’s magical night the night before, can’t believe he took control over her. Y/n stands on her ground tonight and confronts Jungkook for what happened. But one thing led to another, and she can’t help but fall into the same trap again…princess? Jungkook didn’t think so.
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The others went out to get food and shopping, telling the two who was stuck to the couch for an hour and a half that decided to stay back. Well, one of them decided to stay back. Y/N’s house, they were staying at for the weekend. Jungkook, who decided to stay back to stay with Y/N…both of them, remembering the night before all of this was planned. Both of them were itching to talk about it. And Y/N went first.
“Ok, we need to talk about last night” “What about it?” “Jungkook! Come on! I can’t be the only one who’s wondering what happens next!?” Jungkook chuckled, pausing the tv series and looked at Y/N in her eyes. “What? What do you wanna talk about baby hm? What could we possible talk about?” Y/N scoffed, huffing at the nickname she heard. “D—Don’t..don’t call me that” “Oh really? Last night said otherwise” “And this is why I wanted to talk about it! You and..seducing me! I don’t understand!” Jungkook smirked, chuckling again as he scooted closer to y/n. He looked at her, snaking his hand down his inner thigh.
“H-Hey..hey, no. What are you doing? Why are you so close” Jungkook could tell she liked it, despite her pride. Y/N liked it for sure..but she didn’t like the fact Jungkook could see through her, the only person who didn’t follow her around. He didn’t fall for her..she fell for him. And that was only because Jungkook didn’t treat her like a princess like everyone else did, he treated her like she was his own..and that’s what y/n liked, but didn’t like.
And that made Jungkook like her for sure.
“What’s wrong? You wanted to talk about it, so talk” “I just - why do I have to be the one to beg? A-And chase you!? You’re different-“ “And you don’t like that. Well baby sometimes there’s gotta be a someone who teaches you that you can’t be bossing everyone around, nor..act like you’re a princess. And that someone was me” Y/n gulped, feeling his hand massage her thigh as it crossed over his leg. “N-No, it’s not fair..this isn’t fair - I am a princess! And i deserve to get treated as so!” “True..but you won’t be bossing me around” Y/n huffed, rolling her eyes a little.
“Well i have all of the boys swoon over me, it can happen for you too” Jungkook chuckled, making y/n get taken back. “What-“ “You’re cute sweetheart..but that shit don’t work with me” Y/n sighed, knowing it wouldn’t on him. “By the way..you looked very gorgeous sucking my cock” Y/n scoffed at Jungkook’s say. “I did not! No!” “Oh let’s be real..you loved getting eaten out by me” Y/n poked her cheek with her tongue, not denying the fact.
It was the truth after all.
Y/N couldn’t get enough of Jungkook, and vice versa as they stared at each other. “Just kiss me already what are you waiting for!?” Jungkook scoffed, smirking as his eyes were still on her. “That’s not how you ask baby” “Don’t make me beg! Why are you making me beg!?” “Maybe because you don’t know your godamn manners” Jungkook responded softly, raising an eyebrow at her. “..no, please” Jungkook gave her that look. That look…makes her fall every time.
“..please?” He smirked, kissing her, feeling her immediately respond, moaning at the contact. They kissed for a while, not getting enough until Jungkook broke it. “Good hm?” “No..no - why are you doing this to me!?” Y/n fought, standing up as she stood in front of him. Jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on the couch, his legs spreading apart normally. “Doll” “I mean - why can’t you just beg for me!? Why am I the one being token advantage of?” “Babe-“ “Like why?! You’re acting so different I don’t understand!” Jungkook looked at y/n, seeing her clear her throat and straighten herself.
“Ok..I see” Jungkook slowly nodded, making y/n whine and throw her head back. “I just don’t get it!” Jungkook chuckled, smiling at her cuteness. “Come here” Y/n followed, jungkook pulling her down on his lap. Jungkook made her feel at ease, looking up at her. “You do realize..that sex, just means more to me right?” “Well..all of those other girls meant something to you!” “No..every girl was a distraction from you” y/n blinked, her mouth parting. “So how about this. We’re not thinking about, who can fall in first. We aren’t thinking about none of that. We’re gonna think about us, right now. Ok?” Jungkook whispered, his hands traveling up her thighs and to her ass.
Y/n sighed, finally letting go of her pride and nodded as Jungkook kissed up her neck and to her naked shoulder. Y/n started to feel a little desperate, rolling her hips a little. “W-What about the others?” “Don’t worry, they won’t be here until..another hour or so” Jungkook assured her, kissing her making her immediately respond as her hands went through his long black locks. Jungkook’s hands were gripping y/n’s hips and took control over them, rolling them in a circular motion. “F-Fuck..oh my god” “feel that? Feel that hard cock hm?” He made her hips go faster, making y/n’s moans progress as her pussy managed to create a wet patch on her shorts.
“Mmh..kook-“shh it’s ok I know, I know that pussy’s soaked. She’s soaked isn’t she” he slapped her ass, making y/n jolt at the move. She nodded, speechless at the pleasure she was feeling from beneath her. “I cant..I can’t take it - shit!” Jungkook flipped the two of them over. Jungkook now hovering over her and kissed down her neck and collarbone again, creating hickeys and love bites. He tore her shirt, her shorts, only leaving her with matching bra and panties. “JUNGKOOK!” “I’ll buy you more calm down princess”
Y/n hummed at the nickname, quickly covering her mouth as Jungkook looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “What-“ “You’ll buy me more, good” Jungkook smirked, his fingers playing with her soaked pussy as he rubbed up and down. “You like that princess?” Y/N moaned at the name, getting her more wet than she already was. “Yess, yes i love it..fuck” jungkook ripped the panties as well, throwing the item on the floor before sticking 2 fingers inside. “Mmmh fuck yes yes yes yes - kook!” “You’re doing great baby girl take them for me” Jungkook scissored his fingers like nothing, hearing y/n’s moans and whines fill the room.
“Fucking shit - i’m not gonna last long. I’m not gonna last long” “You wanna come for me? How do you wanna come baby” Y/n whined, throwing her head back at the pleasure she was feeling. “You know…you loved my mouth last night, you came almost too quick” Jungkook said cockily, taking out his fingers and sucked them clean before getting on his knees. Jungkook pulled y/n closed to him, her legs over the muscular shoulders of his before making eye contact with her.
“Look at me, and don’t look away” He sternly instructed, and dug in her pussy, still keeping the eye contact. “Fuckkk kook! Oh my god - it feels so good, your tongue!” “Stop squirming princess” He muffled out, eating her out like it was his last meal on earth. The eye contact was still held as he vigorously sucked her pussy, the moans and whimpers and whines filling his ears. He loved it. “I’m gonna come.. i’m gonna come - jungkook!” “Come for me baby” Jungkook focused on a specific spot and never stopped, keeping the same pace and y/n came on his face, keeping her body still as it jolted at the orgasm she was having.
“Ooh good girl, that’s a good girl for me” Jungkook whispered, sucking all of her juices before backing away and placed his hand on it. “You’re still wet angel?” “F—For you, only for you” “that’s right glad you know” Jungkook’s hand slithered up her neck, gripping it as she felt kissed on her cleavage and exposed parts of her bra. Jungkook un clipped it with ease and saw the hard nipples that the bra was hiding. “Who’s bitch are you?” “I’m your bitch..I’m daddy’s bitch” “oooh that’s right good job” he kissed on her chest lightly, making hickeys here and there and finally took the nipples in his mouth.
He gave them a bit of love, taking his precious time with both of them before bringing his cock out of his pants and boxers. Y/N loved when he stroked it in front of her, her pussy clenching for dear life as she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her brains out. “You want it?” “I want it” “How bad you want it?” “Badly daddy please, fuck me until i’m..fucking numb” “mh pleasure” he smirked, sticking it inside of her.
Oh what did she get herself into.
“Fuck that pussy tight. That pussy clenching on me not letting go huh?” Jungkook rammed into her, his pace steady as his hips snapped against her making his cock hit all of the right places. Y/n gripped the muscular arms, trying to keep her noises in..even though it was hard as hell too. “Don’t fucking keep your noises from me” Jungkook slapped her thigh not giving a care in the world if it hurt or not just to hear her squeal at the hard slap she received. “FUCK! Oh my god - Jungkook! JUNGKOOK!” “There you go im fucking that pussy good aren’t I? I’m fucking that pussy like she deserves it. My princess deserves getting that pussy fucked doesn’t she”
Y/! moaned and whined at the dirty words, noticing it went straight to her throbbing pussy that clenched more around him. “Stop clenching me like that - fuck” His pace quickened, the skin slap heard loud and clear as jungkook’s hand never left y/n’s throat. The grip got tighter, y/n’s moans turned into choked out moans and jungkook loved to hear it. “You-You’re so big in me…I feel like coming again” “Oh you wanna come again yea?” Jungkook stopped, turning her around and propped her hips so she was doggy styled.
“You’re gonna fucking come” Jungkook slapped her ass making y/n whine at the slaps. “And you’re gonna come remembering who’s fucking bitch you are understand?” “Y-Yes!” “Yes what!?” Jungkook slapped her ass again making her squeal out. “Yes daddy! Y—Yes daddy i’ll come for you” “Good girl, now make it happen” Jungkook fucked her vigorously with no mercy shown, doing low moans himself as his ears got filled with Y/N’s loud and pleasurable ones. “I’m getting close, daddy i’m getting close - fuck!!” Y/n yelled out, clenching the couch below her. Jungkook pulled her hair, making her look all the way back until they met eyes upside down.
“You’re gonna come for me slut hm? You’re gonna come for daddy i’ll make sure to fuck this pussy raw, until you got no more come left in you you hear me? I’ll make sure you remember nothing but my fucking name, i’ll make sure you cream on this dick, making that pussy cream over and over and over again because you’re who’s bitch?” “I’m Daddy’s bitch!” “WHOS BITCH ARE YOU?” “I’M DADDY’S BITCH OH MY GOD IM COMING, IM COMING’ Jungkook got faster and Y/N for sure creamed his cock white, soaking every inch he had making him smirk.
“That’s my princess. That’s my princess good girl” Jungkook praised, giving y/n’s neck a tight squeeze before taking the cock out. “Forgetting someone?” y/n immediately got on her knees, taking the whole thing in her mouth making Jungkook hiss at the move. “Yea you know what the fuck to do - make me fucking come bitch” Jungkook thrusted in her mouth, keeping her head down at the base and still as his orgasm built up inside him. “Yes yes yes yes fuckkk i’m coming baby, i’m coming - shit” jungkook soon came in y/n’s mouth, feeling her swallow it all.
“Swallow it all angel good girl” Jungkook peaked again, rolling his hips before slowly taken the cock out. Y/N stood, Jungkook immediately holding onto her and kissed the marks he made on her neck. “I-I’m still horny” “I was never done in the first place” Jungkook rasped before picking her up and took her to the kitchen.
The kitchen
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“YES YES YES YES FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE THAT - OH MY GOD! KOOK!” “Shit. you feel so good. Oh my god” Jungkook wrapped a good amount of hair around his fingers and yanked making her head yank back and her back to arch. “Fuckkk yes daddy harder, harder daddy please! Please I need you” “Ooh my baby’s a desperate bitch tonight. You wanna come the 4th time for me tonight? You wanna cream this dick again hm?” “I do! I do daddy fuck me, fuck me im getting close!” “You dirty whore who would’ve known you were such a bitch for me. But I love it, i’ll give my princess what she wants and let everyone know who fucked her so good”
Jungkook’s hands gripped her already bruised hips and fucked her like there was no tomorrow, sending her over the edge. “Ooh fuck fuck fuckkk that pussy feels amazing. That pussy feels so fucking good - that’s my pussy, that’s my fucking pussy isn’t that right doll?” “YES! This pussy belongs to you it’s your pussy it’s your pussy - fuck i’m coming! I’m coming again!” “Me too baby girl come for me come for daddy angel” His hips fucked into me with 10x much effort and we both came together, Jungkook fucking into y/n harder than before.
“Yea yes yes - fuck..daddy” “Good girl, that’s my good girl you did so good for me” Jungkook rasped. He hummed, slowly taking the cock out of her and turned her over to her back gently. “You ok?” “Mhm..best sex ever by the way” they laughed, kissing each other gently. “..so-“ “I wanna be with you. Spend the rest of my days with you - you’re the only..one, i want. Can you give me a chance?” y/n smiled, cupping his sweaty cheeks. “It’s almost like you read my mind” they smiled at each other, kissing each other once more.
“We gotta lot to work on” “And you’ll help me do just that. I rather work on it with you than with anyone else” Jungkook whispered, kissing her cheeks and neck making her giggle at the tickled spots. Then the door opened. “KOOK! Y/N! YOU HUNGRY?!” their eyes widened, looking at each other.
“Let’s get to cleaning”
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xx-thedarklord-xx · 5 months
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Poisoned out of Love
A giggle followed by shushing sounds had Sirius mentally preparing himself for whatever mess the troublesome duo had made this time. It was a shame that Remus was still out cold from yesterday’s full moon.
“Are you sure this is the right recipe?” Harry asked, no doubt with his hands on his hips—something he picked up from Remus. “It smells funny.”
“That’s the whole point, Harry,” Draco said with so much sass that it had Sirius snickering behind his hand the closer he got to the kitchen. “Poison is supposed to stink.”
Poison?
“What’s going on here?” Sirius demanded as he rounded the corner and came to a standstill at the sheer disaster that replaced what used to be a clean kitchen.
“Nothing,” they said in unison, innocent eyes blinking up at him. Yeah, that quit working on him years ago.
“That might have been believable if you didn’t have dirt on your chin, Draco. And Harry you have something slimy on an ear.”
Instead of cleaning off themselves, they cleaned each other. Sirius tried to remain strong and firm, but his heart melted when Harry gently wiped Draco’s chin.
When Draco grinned—a front tooth missing—and giggled as he wiped whatever the hell Harry managed to get on his ear, Sirius was pretty sure his heart exploded.
They were too cute.
“What is this I hear about poison?”
As expected, Harry rubbed his shoe into the floor, contrite and already apologetic. Also expected was the way Draco stomped his foot and crossed his arms.
“I’m not sorry!”
“I know you aren’t, Draco. You never are,” Sirius sighed, coming closer to the table. He blinked rapidly when he realized the ‘cauldron’ they used was actually the dog bowl.
“What’s in this?” Sirius wrinkled his nose at the smell. He probably should have asked better questions or scolded them properly like Remus would have, but where was the fun in that?
“Poop.”
“Milk.”
Sirius closed his eyes before placing his head in his hands. “I’m not even going to ask. What possessed you to want to create this monstrosity?”
When Harry opened his mouth, Draco turned to him angrily.
“No, don’t tell him! If you tell him then he won’t let us poison McMillan.”
McMillan? He couldn’t remember what their kid looked like, but as far as he knew McMillan was their classmate in Magical Care for the Youth.
“I’m not going to let you poison McMillan at all.”
Another foot stamp had him huffing a laugh as he debated on whether it would be rude to vanish their ‘potion’.
He knew better, he really did, but he still asked, “And what did McMillan do that deserves a good poisoning?”
“He made Harry cry!” Draco said, hand slamming on the table. “That’s not okay. No one gets to make him cry.”
That little snot nosed brat made Harry cry? How dare he.
“Carry on then.”
Harry and Draco barely began to cheer when a disappointed, “Sirius, really?”
Sirius turned around; hands raised as he tried to think of an excuse.
“Save it,” Remus waved a hand as he made his way to a chair and collapsed down. “I knew something was wrong when those two went quiet. It’s never a good sign.”
Two outraged, “Hey!”
“But Moony, he made Harry cry! My little baby cried!”
“I’m not a baby.”
“Sometimes parents say that,” Draco said solemnly. “My father says that every time I dress up for galas.”
“You are adorable in your dress robes,” Sirius agreed, cringing at the fact that he agreed with Lucius on anything.
“What about me?” Harry pouted. “Am I cute?”
Before they could respond, Draco nodded rapidly, hair falling into his face. “The cutest!”
Harry blushed, twirling a little at the praise. How come he never did that when Sirius praised him?
“Yes, you are both cute,” Remus said, eyes closed and head resting on the table. Sirius ran a hand down his back, rubbing out any knots that he could find. “But not cute enough to get away with poison.”
“Aww, not fair!” Harry pouted.
“If I could cite my sources on why we should be allowed to, can I then poison him?”
Remus lifted his head, brows raised and reluctantly intrigued. “What kind of sources?”
“No,” Sirius laughed, for once feeling like the adult that he pretended to be. “No poisoning him. How about we settle for a strongly worded letter to his parents?”
Draco’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t approve.”
Sirius took a deep breath. Why couldn’t Harry have come home best friends with another child?
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he deadpanned. “Now, let’s clean this up and get ready for our monthly fun day.”
Draco and Harry gasped, rushing around the kitchen to put everything away.
“Ice cream!”
“Pizza!”
“Movie!”
They continued to shout until everything was clean and they dragged Remus to the couch. Every month on the day after the full moon, they all squeezed onto one couch and indulged on all of Remus’ favorite things in an attempt to make him feel better.
“Sirius, you’re my favorite cousin.”
“What do you want, brat?” Sirius narrowed his eyes, hating that his chest puffed out at being Draco’s favorite.
“Can we watch a scary movie?”
“No,” Remus shook his head. “The last time we did that you refused to go home for a solid week. As much as I love you, you don’t live here.”
Draco blushed, face heating up as he admitted, “That’s because Harry is my comfort pillow.”
Sirius saw the way Remus melted at that, and he was right there with him.
“Do we have anything pressing this week?” Remus asked, already giving in much to the enjoyment of Draco and Harry who were jumping up and down.
“No, and I don’t think Narcissa will mind as Lucius has business in France.”
“He doesn’t have business,” Draco argued, nose wrinkling. “Father has no job.”
Sirius snorted, ignoring the elbow in his side from Remus.
“Alright, we can watch a scary movie.”
“And I can stay for two weeks?” Draco asked, innocent eyes that were never innocent blinked up at him.
“One week.” Sirius couldn’t believe that he was negotiating with a child.
“Three weeks.”
Remus laughed, waving away Sirius’ glare as he continued to laugh.
“One and a half,” Sirius countered.
Draco made a considering noise, one finger on his chin as he thought about it. “Deal, but I get to bunk with Harry.”
Sirius rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to separate you two.”
“Come on Draco,” Harry pulled on his friend’s hand. “Let’s go get the drinks.”
The sound of excited talking, little giggles and laughter echoed back to them, and it filled Sirius with warmth.
“We’ve got good kids.”
There was a time when he would have argued that they only had one kid, but now there was nothing to it.
They had two kids, and they were pretty perfect if he did say so himself.
Poisoning and all.
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serafilms · 4 months
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song 19! ballad of a homeschooled girl (olivia rodrigo) + percy jackson (ok i love this??? i support loser percy x loser reader) requested by anon (2023 spotify wrapped event)
i broke a glass, i tripped and fell, i told secrets i shouldn’t tell
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The party at the pavilion is already in full swing by the time you’re walking up. A bump in the grass catches on your foot.
“Fuck!”
You open your eyes and look around. Nobody saw. Thank the gods.
You don’t mind socialising, you really don’t. You’re fine during arts and crafts and kayaking (activities which you do with your cabin), and at meals (where you sit with your cabin), and when everyone’s chatting before bedtime (okay, so maybe you only really know how to talk to your siblings at this camp, but it’s fine).
But something about a party especially just sets you on edge. You can’t even remember what it’s supposed to be for, but you know that some of the Apollo cabin organised it, and that the whole camp is to be in attendance. Honestly, you’re not sure why. Something about being able to stay up past curfew and having an excuse to use their giant speakers and smuggled drinks?
Whatever. Just need to get through tonight, you grumble to yourself.
You pick up a glass and fill it with something from a big jug on the nearest table before taking a sip. Pepsi. Okay, maybe this party won’t be terrible.
Spoken too soon. Just as you turn away from the table, you collide with someone else and your glass slips out of your hand and smashes onto the floor. There is silence for a minute as you both stare at its broken shards.
Then, you look up, and Percy Jackson is right in front of you.
“Oh my gods, I— sorry, uh, I didn’t— um…” Your cheeks burn and your shoulders sag as you hang your head. “…hey Percy.”
His ears look suspiciously red as he glances between the broken glass on the floor and your face.
“Hi Y/N,” His voice cracks a little and he quickly clears his throat. “Hang on, let me just—“
A wave of his hand pulls some water out of another jug and he drags it along the floor, gathering up the mess and carrying it over to the nearest trashcan. The table is now one refreshment short, but at least the ground is safe to walk on again.
You don’t really know what to say now. You decide on, “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
There’s another pause. He speaks up again, “So, um, do you like the party so far?”
His ears are still red and he’s standing there and looking at you and you can tell he has no intention of going anywhere else so you flush and do the only thing you can think of: ramble.
“Um, well, I just got here but honestly it hasn’t been great so far,” you say, fingers wringing around each other, “I mean, like, the music is good and the decorations are nice but I’ve been here, like, a total of five minutes and I’ve already tripped once and broken a glass in front of the guy I like, so— wait.”
Well. You hadn’t meant to say that. As if it was possible, you feel your face heat up even more. Oh gods, you’re on the verge of sweating.
Percy’s face is a blanket of shock. “Wait, do you like me?”
Yep, you’re definitely sweating.
“Uh, well. You see—“
His eyes are wide and his ears are red as he leans forward to anticipate your answer. There’s one more awkward silence, lasting just about three seconds before you make your decision. You turn on your heel and sprint away.
“Wait, Y/N!”
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marnerparty · 1 year
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secrets
Trevor Zegras x Hughes!reader
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ynhughes guess the song
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user1 life is a highway
jackhughes we ignoring the elephant in the room?
ynhughes elephant?
jackhughes idk maybe like who’s arms are those?
ynhughes Luke’s?
lhughes_06 not mine, can confirm
ynhughes Luke wtf you’re my least favorite
jackhughes so an answer??
ynhughes no ❤️
nicohischier that’s a nice car I wonder whose it is
ynhughes thanks for letting me borrow it 🤠
jackhughes ARE YOU TWO DATING
ynhughes WHAT!? NO!
nicohischier besties use each other’s cars jack
jackhughes I’ll kill you both, don’t think I will
ynhughes you def won’t
nicohischier all bark no bite
jamie.drysdale is it one I can play on guitar?
ynhughes Jamie, honey, there’s like one song you play
trevorzegras hey he got it up to 3 and a half actually
jamie.drysdale it’s actually just 3. I forgot the half of the other one 😔
trevorzegras knowing you, something country
ynhughes damn right 🤠
_quinnhughes not sure whether to be like Jack or keep my mouth shut
ynhughes I vote second!
_quinnhughes 🤐
ynhughes and this my Quinn is why I love you most
lhughes_06 your other brothers are here yn 🙄
ynhughes then go away!
tysmith_6 anyone guess the song yet
ynhughes no, they’re all worked up about the mystery arms 🤷🏼‍♀️
tysmith_6 okay well was it Last Night by Morgan Wallen
ynhughes HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY WAS TY
tysmith_6 SHUT UP
ynhughes ty I swear on everything holy omg
ynhughes we just became best friends
user2 do we think it’s a hockey player?
user3 yes
jackhughes better not be
trevorzegras
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trevorzegras a dub & a date
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jackhughes Jamie how did you feel about this?
jamie.drysdale bad. I got kicked out of my house for this
trevorzegras don’t act like this wasn’t planned
user1 tell me it’s a joke
tterry19 the kid’s growing up
trevorzegras you’re my inspiration Troy
masonmctavish23 he’s off the market
ynhughes dubs for days
trevorzegras 🤘🏻
user2 I’m sad
jamie.drysdale she better not have used my blanket
trevorzegras def did. it’s her favorite
jamie.drysdale this is why we can’t have nice things
ynhughes t swift 😉
jamie.drysdale leave
simon_benoit11 kiddd
trevorzegras bennyyy
colecaufield you just crushed every teenage girl’s dreams
trevorzegras it’s what I do best
user2 hope she’s worth losing all of your fans
trevorzegras she’s the only fan I need!
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tysmith_6 uh anyone see this liked comment here?
ynhughes no what’s it say?
trevorzegras where?
tysmith_6 kinda sus you two …
jackhughes WHERE WHAT’S SUS
ynhughes 🤷🏼‍♀️
lhughes_06 I think I know who this is
trevorzegras take a guess and text me
lhughes_06 okay I did
trevorzegras you got it right 😳
lhughes_06 STFU
ynhughes you’re lying. first try?
trevorzegras swear
jackhughes MOOSE SPILL
_quinnhughes SERIOUSLY TELL US
lhughes_06 guys I can’t
jackhughes Luke this is so fake what the fuck
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ynhughes for those wondering, I hide him from my overprotective brothers :)
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_quinnhughes we are NOT overprotective
ynhughes 🤨
user1 not surprising they’re like that tbh
nicohischier we can still hang out right
ynhughes ofc Nico. besties before whatever they say
jackhughes maybe if you just told us we’d be fine
ynhughes why do I have to tell you??
jackhughes common courtesy
ynhughes isn’t your best friend hiding a girlfriend from you?
jackhughes it’s different for Z
ynhughes that’s bogus
lhughes_06 fun fact, I know who it is
jackhughes so now you know Trevor’s AND our sister’s secret lovers??
_quinnhughes WAIT WHAT IS THAT HAND PLACEMENT NO
ynhughes remember when you said you weren’t overprotective?
_quinnhughes fair
trevorzegras where to?
ynhughes just canada
_quinnhughes uh why are you going to Canada? I don’t play at home
ynhughes uh my boyfriend quinn
_quinnhughes lives there?
ynhughes playing there . . .
lhughes_06 WHAT
jackhughes DOUBLE WHAT
tysmith_6 are we going to ignore that I’ve been trying to say something all along???
user2 someone help me do some digging
jamie.drysdale thanks for leaving me behind
ynhughes you said, and I quote, “not gonna come with to see you guys constantly eye banging”
jamie.drysdale okay fair
trevorzegras
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trevorzegras I’ll never get used to this 🫶🏻
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user1 I wish that was me 😭
jackhughes my eyes
jamie.drysdale this is really funny actually
jackhughes 🤨
jamie.drysdale oh you’ll get it eventually
masonmctavish23 Z man 😎
trevorzegras MM 🤘🏻
ynhughes I bet you didn’t even ask her abt posting this
trevorzegras def didn’t
jackhughes I think I know who this is
trevorzegras oh yeah?
jackhughes no I’m actually really lost, just hoping you’d tell me
trevorzegras sorry bud
colecaufield damn Trev this is scandalous
trevorzegras says you ya pimp
user2 imagine waking up to THE Trevor Zegras
jamie.drysdale not as great as you’d think tbh
ynhughes true
jackhughes TRUE!?
_quinnhughes how the fuck would you know miss?
lhughes_06 remember when I figured out yn and Trevor’s secrets? well how do you think I figured them both out at the same time
jackhughes IS YN DATING TREVOR
ynhughes ding ding ding, we have a winner
_quinnhughes I’m speechless
jackhughes WAIT THAT MEANS THAT’S HER IN THE BED
_quinnhughes OH MY GOD
jackhughes Trevor we need to freaking talk
_quinnhughes this is unacceptable
jackhughes we can’t be uncles yet
ynhughes GUYS GET OUT
_quinnhughes MOM WE NEED YOU
trevorzegras don’t get Ellen involved
jackhughes that’s Mrs. Hughes to you, bud
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masonmctavish23 this broke the internet
anaheimducks now who will yn root for?🤔
ynhughes can’t I root for all 3 teams??
_quinnhughes nope
trevorzegras nope
lhughes_06 nope
jackhughes nope
tysmith_6 I KNEW IT
trevorzegras you really did
_quinnhughes ew
ynhughes you literally love Trevor
_quinnhughes yeah but I don’t need to see you guys being gross
trevorzegras you love me? 😏
_quinnhughes I take it back
trevorzegras too late
_quinnhughes shit
ynhughes I love you 🤍
trevorzegras love you more
jackhughes 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮
ynhughes don’t be salty bc you’re not in love
jamie.drysdale I love yn. she can use my blanket whenever she wants
ynhughes do you really mean it 🥹
jamie.drysdale of course
user1 worst couple ever
jackhughes caption?🤨
trevorzegras legally I have to say that (you’ll always be #1) (bros over hoes)
ynhughes what’d you call me?
colecaufield well you are w/ Trevor
trevorzegras HEY NOW
elblue6 officially a part of the family ❤️
trevorzegras oh my gosh really 🥹
ynhughes this means when we get married you have to change your last name
trevorzegras done.
tterry19 Z’s the man
trevorzegras learned from the best
user2 this means Trevor and Jack can be brothers
jackhughes that’s actually amazing
nicohischier love seeing yn so happy 🫶🏻
ynhughes Nic 🥹
nicohischier do anything to her Zegras I’ll hurt you
trevorzegras you scare me so okay 🫡
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Genuine question but if elain and azriel weren’t going to have some romantic relationship, why did SJM even write that first half of the bonus chapter? Elucien are already mates, she could’ve written a scene with them or not mentioned azriel and elain at all.
I’m not saying that gwynriel half of the bonus chapter was meaningless, they DID have good banter and the language used was eyebrow-raising at the very least, like something is def hinted there but I’m just confused about it. Like if she’s going in gwynriel direction, she could’ve JUST written the second half of the scene. We didn’t even KNOW elain and azriel were interacting before. Like why write a scene with Az + elain and then wreck them in the same chapter?
It’s so weird?? It could’ve easily been a set up for elucien and gwynriel but now it looks more like she was setting up for a love triangle between Az Gwyn and Elain.
I don’t know what to make of this 🤷🏻‍♀️ it just felt unnecessary lol bc if the next book IS azriel, I really don’t think she is going to have him move on from Mor to Elain, then Elain to Gwyn over the course of one chapter that didn’t even make it in the book?
It makes me so annoyed to think about that stupid BC. She should’ve never released it bc whether it’s gwynriel or elriel, that bonus chapter doesn’t make sense.
Like yeah yeah, we see how toxic elriel could’ve been and we see how they would never work - but like… tbh I didn’t think anything was happening between elain and azriel UNTIL the bonus chapter. I literally read that and was like HUH when did they—??? And then he was like “this was a mistake” and they went their separate ways and he ended the chapter with Gwyn. If SJM is going for Gwynriel endgame, it would’ve been so much better if she just didn’t even include the first part of the bonus chapter?? And vice versa.
If she hadn’t written the first part, I wouldn’t think elriel was a thing. If she hadn’t written the second part I wouldn’t think gwynriel was a thing.
I don’t think she did it just for drama either so I literally dunno what purpose it serves.
Hey!! That’s a great question, let me dive into it…
I think the bonus chapter has three parts, one with Elain, one with Rhys, one with Gwyn, not only to cement Gwynriel but also to give an end to Elriel. This also while deep diving into Azriel’s thoughts and motivations.
I for one, never really considered Elriel as strongly as their shippers do, but I could tell there was something going on there, in Acowar we got some winks at Elain being comfortable with Azriel (even if kind of in a childish, innocent way) and in Acofas we got the beginning of them acting awkward with eachother, Elain showing Azriel her plans etc, I remember thinking it was at best cute and Elain obviously had a crush on Az (but he was still pretty much still hung up with Mor and she was still mourning her fiance). When I read the BC I was so shocked and uncomfortable with Azriel’s purely sexual thoughts about Elain, it was deliberate, to show the reader Azriel is probably confusing lust with romantic feelings. That’s I think why you say the BC was the first time you saw them as a couple, but this shock to me was more in the way Azriel himself actually viewed Elain, until then we all at least agreed it was in a more tender way, and this was absolutely crushed with his pov (and we actually see this tenderness in the way he thinks about Gwyn instead).
Now to your main question: Why add Elain in his chapter? And to that we first need to answer why SJM wrote Elriel at all.
As an Elucien I can’t come here and say Elriel never existed because it did, but the reason SJM wrote it is not to lead them as endgame, but to add layers and tension to these characters. Firstly, Elriel for me was there to add some will-they-won’t-they to Elucien’s mating bond. Look, with no other couple did we have a mating bond snapped and proclaimed even before the two characters even spoke to each-other. This the first time we have this scenario, and things need to go one way for the tension to be there.
If Elain was just mourning Graysen (which relationship was ended in the same book Elucien gained traction) then it would have been too given that they would inevitably find their way to eachother. So she adds Azriel to the mix, who at that point had only ever been interested in Mor for 500 years, with absolutely zero possibility of her ever mirroring his interest. It just makes sense for his character to also find that fixation on Elain, another unattainable female. This was another way Azriel continued his self sabotage behavior, and so we had the first real stepping stone into what his character arc will be when he gets his book.
But we can agree Elriel started (to act as a red herring for Elucien, add character tension, give Az an arc), gained traction in Acofas, and when Sarah introduced us to Gwyn and had the realization she was perfect for Azriel, she had to close the Elriel thread. So here comes the BC.
As readers we needed to see with our own eyes why exactly these two characters weren’t good together, just like she did this with Tamlin in a more dramatic way before Feyre could see Rhys in a romantic way, Sarah gave us all the clues in the way Azriel thought about Elain hyper sexually, how he called their encounter a mistake, how he focused too much in her mating bond, even in ACOSF we got winks of him limiting Elain when she clearly wanted to help, because she should not be exposed to darkness. Then comes Rhys, asking Azriel the questions we as readers were asking him: what about Mor? No answer. Do you think you deserve Elain? Diverting the answer to say Lucien doesn’t (showing us his possible insecurity towards him). And then we have the Gwyn part, in which we see Azriel’s character actually shine, even if he still can’t see this is actually the way, not the doomed self sabotage relationship he was entertaining with Elain.
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The thing is it IS a set up for Elucien and Gwynriel:
Elucien: Lucien was there in the same house when the almost kiss happened, this is a calculated thing, the chapter could have happened a day after and it would have worked perfectly, but no, Lucien was there too. Something tells me Lucien knows what transpired, he probably could feel it, hear it, smell it or at least have some perception of it. And this just adds more angst to what Elain and him are going to go through.
Gwynriel: the obvious banter, exact opposite of Azriel’s and Elain’s interaction (for the better), and the hints of their potential mating bond.
To sum it up, Elriel was a thing before the bonus chapter, thats for sure, but Sarah needed to end it before she could continue, however small and insignificant their relationship actually was. And I don’t agree that this set up a love triangle between Elain/Az/Gwyn, when Azriel said “this was a mistake” Sarah ended any possibility of that, Elain gave him back the necklace she was at first eager to receive, Lucien was there and probably knows something happened, Azriel thought he had been right to stay away, and it ended with him thinking about Gwyn’s glowing eyes and smiling about her.
I hope this answers your question, I actually think the bonus chapter was masterfully written to tell us everything we need to know about what was actually happening inside Azriels head, and give us a hint of his future and the future of the other characters.
If she hadn’t written the first part, then we could’ve never gotten those rich pieces of information into Azriel’s trauma, red flags, jealousy and thought process that will play a part in his own book (because they’re far from resolved). By having both we could see how Elain brings up the worse in him, while Gwyn calms the restlessness inside of him instantly.
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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 20
Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)
Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, tooth-rotting fluff, angsty, mentions of anxiety and break up, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!
word count: 1.9k
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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.
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“Hey, Mase,” Yn smiled when she spotted the brown-haired Brit on the farthest table. Her stomach did a little somersault, and her heart got confused between beating faster or keeping the usual pace. 
Mason was right in front of her, wearing a white shirt and his biggest grin, the same he used to wear when they first became friends. Yn watched how he fiddled with his sunglasses and smiled wider. He, too, was a bit nervous about this conversation. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she said before sitting down in front of him.
“We both deserve closure,” Mason stated, and Yn nodded.
She grabbed her phone, typing away a message to tell Mick she got there safely, and when she put down the device, she saw Mason eyeing the whole scene. 
“Does he make you happy?” he asked, no harm or hidden hatred behind his question and Yn knew it because his features seemed relaxed, a small tug on the corner of his lips gave away he wasn’t stressed or bothered. 
She nodded, “The happiest. Maybe that’s why I was so scared at first because I’ve never felt like this. And I know how dangerous unknown feelings can be.”
Mason bit his lips, “Was he the reason you wanted to see me? Did he suggest it?” 
“Yes and no,” she shook her head and chuckled. “He didn’t suggest it, Lewis did, actually. He has been since we broke up, you know he used to be wiser than us both, and he still is.” 
“I hope Lando doesn’t hear this, but I secretly root for Lewis. I will always do, even though we’re not really family anymore, nor friends.”
With the fond mention of her brother, Yn smiled, “Deep down he liked you, he was just afraid we were gonna hurt each other, and, he won’t admit it but he was jealous too. You were my first serious boyfriend after all.”
“My mom loved you too, even though she wouldn’t say it.”
Yn rolled her eyes playfully, before straightening her back, “We were so young, now look at you, playing for the big clubs, having fans around the world. I’m proud of you, Mase. And I’m sorry it took me forever to finally get to this point, I’m sorry for the things I said when we broke up, sorry for not being more patient with you.”
“I’m sorry too, Yn. I was kind of a dick to you in some situations, I can recognize it. We both should’ve had more patience, but I don’t condemn who we were, because, at the end of the day, you can’t expect experience from somebody who only started adult life. We were young and a bit reckless if you ask me,” their eyes met, and shared a laugh, both remembering the same situation. 
“Still, I should have messaged you before. We were young, but we know better now, it’s been a while since we know better, and I should have-”
Mason grabbed her wrist gently, and laid her hand on the table, “You know what didn’t change? You still act like everything is your responsibility and your fault. It’s not your job to fix the world, Yn. You could have messaged me before, yes, but so could I. But neither of us was ready, we didn’t have a reason to do so too. Now you’re in love, and you want to dive in without the weight of a past relationship, that’s reason enough, and it’s ok to do it for yourself, you deserve tranquility too.” 
Yn averted her eyes to her glass of water, just when the host got to their table, asking what they would order. Both smiled politely, asked for the vegan version of whatever was the main dish that night, and went back to talking. 
“I see your point,” she breathed.
“You gotta let people in. Yes, you need to think about others, but sometimes, some things can be avoided just by sharing the burden,” Mason stopped to take a sip of his water. “I think this is one of the reasons we didn’t work, we both wanted to take the weight and we didn’t communicate the way we should. We were so caught up in not hurting the other that we ended up hurting ourselves.”
“We hurt each other too,” Yn sighed.
“We did, and I was so angry I wouldn’t eat at your parents anymore, your dad was a great chef,” they laughed. 
“Shut up, I had a list of things I would buy for your niece, and by the time some of the stuff I bought got there we weren’t together anymore.” 
Mason threw his head back, covering his face with his hands to suppress the noise.
When silence settled by their table, Yn asked, “Do you forgive me?” 
“Did we forgive ourselves already?” 
She rolled her eyes again that night, the same playful banter as before, “My older version was a bit reckless, but I wouldn’t be here without her, so I found it in me to forgive her, yes. How about you? Have you forgiven yourself?” 
“Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson, nowadays I keep all the important dates on my calendar and they’re synced so if I lose my phone I won’t forget about a date,” he joshed making Yn laugh. They fought once because Mason forgot they had a date night scheduled, only for the fight to get bigger when Yn lost her phone and, without her calendar, forgot about one of his soccer matches. “I forgive you, Yn. Can you forgive me too?” 
“I think I forgave you a long time ago, Mase, I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.” 
He smiled. 
They kept talking through dinner, from how their friends' group were nowadays, to racing and football. They had forgotten how funny talking to each other was. They still were compatible even after so many years, after growing and living and going through their fears, they still had that small seed that grew into a beautiful friendship years ago. 
When it was time to go, Mason wrapped his arms around Yn in a tight and long hug. 
“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” she whispered. 
“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” he repeated, adding, “You deserve it.” 
“We do.” 
“Thank you, Yn. Let your boyfriend know you guys can have free seats in any Mancity game you want,” he lightened the mood.
“Meh, I don’t think he’ll be that thrilled, Lew already got him into the Arsenal train,” Yn joked and Mason huffed, “but tell your girlfriend she’s invited to my next launch, and she can have a free pair of heels from this winter collection.”
“She’s not my girlfriend yet, I’m still thinking about the best way to pop the question,” Mason reminded, and Yn shrugged. 
“Yet. It’s just a matter of time. Also, this suggestion is only up if she’s not the jealous type, I don’t know, sometimes people are used to exes hating each other, when they see a pair different they can feel weird about it.” 
“You’re ranting,” he chuckled.
“I’m ranting, sorry.” 
“No, but she’s not jealous, I told her everything when the pictures came up, and she was fine. She still follows you by the way, liked all the posts about the winter collection, and talked my ears off when someone on Twitter said the shoes were ugly.” 
They laughed. 
“See you, Mase,” she bid farewell, planting a friendly kiss on his cheek.
“See you, Yn.”
When she got home that night Mick was sleeping on her couch, the TV on playing a random program about animals in Australia or whatever. The lights dimmed, and one of her scent candles was on, making the room glow and smell like peaches. She removed her heels, and coat, before lying on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses from his naked chest to his face. Mick moved slightly, brought her closer with one arm, and rubbed his eyes using his free hand.
“Hi, Schatzi,” his sleepy voice made Yn shiver slightly. 
She smiled, threading her fingers between his messy golden strands, “Hi, love. Were you waiting for me?” 
The Germa nodded, nuzzling his head on her neck, “I didn’t wanna go to be without you,” he confessed.
You could say they were going through their honeymoon phase, but they were very much aware that this would be a long phase. They would do things together and stay together as much as possible because they knew race weeks were crazy, their schedules wouldn’t always match, and both had a hectic life, so going to bed together, sharing breakfast in the morning, and doing small things with the other was something they agree on. Communication had been the key, and so both would confess their feelings and voice their needs, in order to avoid unnecessary fights. 
“Well, let’s go then, we have a long day tomorrow,” Yn pecked his lips before getting up and they made the small walk to the bedroom tangled in each other. 
“Did you finish packing?” Mick asked, eyes still closed, head buried on Yn’s neck.
She bit her lips, stopping by the bathroom door and turning her head. Their lips smashed together, and she scratched his neck lightly, earning a grunt from him. Mick’s grip on her waist tightened, and just when Yn thought she had him, he held her cheeks between his hands.
“Not gonna work,” he shook his head. “Did you finish packing?” he punctuated each word with a peck on her pouty lips and Yn whined. 
“I didn’t, I’m sorry. Can you help me in the morning?” she gave him the doe eyes and Mick sighed, suppressing a laugh, before finally nodding. “Do you happen to have some free space in yours, by the way?” 
This time she heard his laugh when he got inside the bathroom. She followed suit, watching him start to brush his teeth. She loved how domestic it felt to go through her night routine with Mick by her side. That wasn’t the first night they shared together, the first night he spent in her apartment, but each time she felt it again and again, and it was so peaceful. It felt warm and comfortable. It felt like love.
The next morning Mick helped Yn finish packing, they had breakfast at her parents’ house and then went on to their trip. They had planned to travel and enjoy the week’s break together in Mallorca, at the Schumacher’s holiday house. It wasn’t high season, but it also meant no beach for then, which wasn’t a problem, because they planned on staying at home and enjoying the privacy. Mick had some date nights ready in places he knew Yn would like, and she got a list of things they could do together in the house. 
For the first time, she wasn’t really stressed about all the pap pics of her and Mason, and all the speculation happening. Mick wasn’t, so why would she? 
They chose to focus on their trip and both agreed on starting to soft launch for some time, before finally going public. People already knew, or suspected, and it would be better if they got used to the fact that this was their life. Everyone would want a peek into it, and there was a portion of their life that would inevitably be in the open, so what they could do was give this portion themselves, instead of trying to keep it a secret and letting the media run their headlines. 
Their plan would have worked if only they hadn’t got carried away at a party and kissed. In front of everyone. The thing is, sometimes people need clarity, which means until they didn’t announce their relationship the speculations would go on, and that same night tons of headlines were already up. 
And the news was: Yn and Mason were back together. 
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the second act (not old enough ch.2)
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pairing: leon kennedy/reader
cw: smut, age gap, mild daddy kink, oral f!receiving
summary: reader and Leon have a another little rendezvous a few months after their first. You're both sober this time and the ambiance is nicer, but is it enough for you two to become something more?
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Leon’s in a ballroom, mingling with government officials and other people whose names he won’t remember the next day. He’s dead sober, and all it gives him is hyper awareness of the fact that everyone who shakes his hand would throw him to the wolves and watch like a spectator sport. He knows that by now. He’s not the baby-faced rookie he once was, not so trusting, not like you. He’s knows he’s the best agent, not the best friend.
When he sees you, you’re wearing an elegant dress, something he’d never imagined you in. You look gorgeous, too - that was the one thing about you that hadn’t changed. You were always beautiful, no matter what you chose to wear. It wasn’t Leon’s opinion, it was a fact. He was sure of it.
You were chatting with other attendees, with a smile as fake as his. It takes one to know one, he thought, she’s a great liar. You’re playfully touching some older douchebag who looks familiar to Leon, but he can’t quite place him when every person here has their suits tailored by the same guy.
You catch his eye while he’s staring at you, not even gawking, but thinking, you can see he’s confused. Leon’s got his elbow on the table, pretending to drink, but it’s only seltzer in the glass. That secret’s between him and the bartender.
You make an excuse to leave the men you’re with for a moment, jogging excitedly towards Leon in a way that forces a smile from his stubborn mouth. It’s not even about him, you’re just cute in a way that’s so foreign to him. He learned cynicism so early, he’s been sucked dry of that type of sweetness, the kind you radiate.
He was probably the same at 18, but his memory is foggy for about a million reasons, none of them being alcohol anymore. Sobriety is still something he’s working on getting used to.
He stops you before you hug him with a gentle interrogation.
“Why are you here?” He’s neither happy, nor angry. It’s mostly confusion, maybe awe at how you can mold yourself so well to this atmosphere, too.
“Same reason anyone is, I guess,” You say with your typical nonchalance.
“What reason might that be?”
“To jerk each other off in the hopes of favors in the form of cash, status, or maybe even literal jerk off sessions.”
“Thought you’d say something different, but you’re smarter than I expected. How’d you get here? What age did you tell the bartender you were?” He points to the glass in your hand, half-empty.
“My date got it for me.”
“Your date, huh?”
“Yeah,” you can’t hide a sour face when you mention him.
“Not a match?”
“Never thought it would be.”
“So you’re here for cash or status? Since you clearly don’t wanna fuck that dude.”
“Cash,” you say, in a whisper, “I hate saying that. I don’t wanna be this ‘sugar baby’ or whatever. I just -”
“Hey, I get it. No judgment from me. You gotta do what you can to get by.”
You change the subject because your life isn’t the most comfortable or interesting topic for you.
“You seem very sober tonight?” You ask.
“I am.” Leon’s small smile is a proud one. “You seem more sober than the last time I saw you.”
“Yeah,” you say, heat rising to your cheeks, remembering things you did when you were drunk, “Thanks for making me take a cab home. I don’t wanna think about what else I would’ve done.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m thinking about calling you one now.”
“I’m not leaving, though.”
“You should be.”
“I bet you used to drink at my age, too. Can’t you just get off my back about it?”
“I don’t care about that. Listen, a lot of the men here are not good guys. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.”
“You’re not my dad.”
“Thank god. I’d be doing a shitty job if I were. Letting you go out and have sex with a stranger in a bathroom stall.”
“Hey! You did it, too. And you liked it.”
“You didn’t?”
You took a large swig of your champagne.
“That’s what I thought.” Leon gave you a smug smile. “Had you practically screaming.”
“Maybe I’m just easy,” you shrug and pause before saying, “or maybe I was faking it.”
“Yeah, you are easy, but you weren’t faking it, sweetheart. I have enough experience in that department to know the difference.”
“Oh? So you’ve had girls fake it with you?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t always good at it.”
Even though the sex you’d had with him was dirty, literally and figuratively, you loved it. It would’ve been better if there'd been a romantic ambiance. It would’ve been better if Leon was sober like he was right then, standing in front of you. He was so much hotter this way. Irresistible.
With a few more drinks, you’d get on your knees and beg him to take you into the nearest bathroom and do it all again, but you could maintain composure after only one glass.
You weren’t going to drink more anyway, not because you cared what Leon said, but because you wanted to remember the way he looked in that suit.
He gave you a knowing smile. “Whatcha thinkin' about?”
“Nothin’,” You said, turning to face the other way, hiding your embarrassment.
“Mhm.”
Leon was going to keep teasing you because the faces you made were so cute, but he wasn’t going to give into your charms this time. He would make sure you got home safe and that would be all.
Everything would be different if you were a little older. Sure, his sobriety would still give him the rationale he needed not to fuck you senseless in an adjacent room, but maybe you’d come over to his place after a real date. He’d take you out to dinner first because that’s what you deserve. You don’t deserve whatever this is, especially when you don’t understand how bad it is.
Your conversation alone feels precarious to him. You both have to lean in close to speak like every word is gossip, and in a way, it is, or it would be if it got passed around, and that’s the problem with the game you’re playing. Leon isn’t sure whether he’d get high fives or a stern talking to at the office if anyone found out about you, and he didn’t want either.
He didn’t want to take you home, not in that way, but he saw the way that other men looked at you, and it didn’t feel like an act of jealousy, it was protection. They’d hurt you, they’d use you. But what was he doing?
You were an enigma in Leon’s mind and maybe that’s what excited him. He couldn’t fit you into any box. You weren’t his girlfriend, you weren’t his friend, you weren’t his fuck-buddy - it was something entirely different.
The moment he first spoke to you the line had been crossed. He was already on the other side of it. Every move he made was wrong. Any choice was a bad one. Leaving you alone, telling you to fuck off, was just sending you to another man, one who’d treat you much worse. Yet, allowing you to stay, linger there beside him, even worse, allow himself to enjoy your presence - wasn’t he the same as the old creep across the room?
Later that night, Leon has you in a hotel room he hadn’t planned on booking. The employee at the front desk knew what you were going upstairs to do. You were both clearly antsy, unprepared to stay, and coming from a social gathering. She stared right through you and saw the future you hadn’t yet.
Leon gets you both a nice room because he’s too old to skimp on things like a nice bed to sleep in - he’ll wake up with back pain if he tries. He told you at the gala that you were getting separate beds, but ended up in a king sized bed with you. He couldn’t even be mad.
You were eager to get your hands on him the moment the door shut, but Leon stopped you, gently grabbing your wrists.
“If we’re doing this again, we’re doing it right this time,” he said, holding your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He looks like he’s not sure whether to lecture you or kiss you.
“Did we mess it up last time? I thought you were experienced.”
“Yeah, we fucked up big time.”
“It’s a good thing we’re doing it again then.”
“No, it’s not,” he whispers into your mouth, kissing you softly.
You knew what it was like to have him so deep inside you that you could feel him hitting your cervix, but this was the first time you’d felt the way he could tease you with only the tip of his tongue.
He would brush his tongue gently over yours and pull back when you tried to reciprocate. It was agonizing, yet tantalizing. If your hands weren’t fiddling with his belt buckle, you’d grab his face and force his lips against yours.
When he caught you trying to unbuckle his belt, he gently took your hands away, and whispered into your ear, “Don’t get greedy.”
You felt the tickle of his stubble against your cheek and then his teeth grazing your neck, threatening to leave marks on your skin, but that would risk the secret rendezvous becoming local news.
His hands were wrapped around your waist, and he guided you backwards to the bed. It took only a few steps backward for the backs of your legs to hit the bed frame, making you topple onto your back on the plush duvet. You expected Leon’s figure looming over you, so when he tried to stand, you took him by the lapels. He let you pull him in for one kiss, giving you only an ounce of the passion he had for you.
“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, pulling back from your lips, making you pout.
He laughed lightly at you, “Patience. You’re gonna like this.”
You wanted to say something snarky back, tell him he didn’t know what you liked yet, tell him you liked his lips on yours, but then he sank to his knees in front of you, next to the bed. He watched your expression shift from irritation to awe, relief, gratitude.
“Spread your legs,” he said, giving you the opportunity to comply before he pushed them apart himself.
Leon took off your heels for you, unbuckling them gently and placing them on the floor with such care. You already felt spoiled before his mouth was placing wet kisses up your ankles to your thighs all the way to the lace trim of your panties. You groaned at the first press of his lips against your clit through the fabric. You couldn’t even blame it on the drunkenness.
He wanted to laugh at how delicate you were, how quickly he could get you to break.
Sliding your panties down your legs, he asked, “Did you wear these for me?”
“Do you like them?”
“Love them,” he said, slipping them into his pocket.
Leon stood up and watched betrayal wash over your face.
“Hold on,” he chuckled, “Don’t get mad yet.”
He took off his jacket and tie, while you watched.
“Just don’t want anyone ruining my best suit,” he mumbled.
Your cheeks were burning, knowing that you were already soaking wet and could very well have left a stain on his suit.
He paid no mind to your embarrassment, though. His gaze was fixed between your thighs, only coming up to meet your eyes when he was on his knees again, so he could watch you melt. He kissed everywhere except for where you really wanted it. His lips and tongue trailed along your thighs and hips, and you thought his teasing would be endless.
“Please, Mr. Kennedy,” you begged.
“Just wanted to see how long it would take for you to say it.”
The noise you made when his tongue made contact with your clit was obscene. You felt him laugh into your core, making you even more embarrassed. Nothing mattered, though, once he dedicated himself to going down on you. He kissed you with a kind of reverence not even your lips had felt. Normally, you’d find the sounds of your wetness embarrassing, but hearing the way he savored the taste of you was sexy.
He didn’t have any further remarks to make you hot and bothered. He needed nothing to push your buttons because you were giving him every reaction he wanted. Leon let you tug on his hair, despite the fact that he would rarely let anyone near it. You didn’t need to force him to do anything though because he was giving you exactly what you wanted, a determination, a devotion to this like no other man before.
For once you were trying not to come because it felt so good you couldn’t stand the idea of losing the feeling. You only ended up lasting five minutes at maximum, but neither of you were counting.
You tried to warn him that you were close, but all that came out was incoherent babbling, which quickly turned to sobs of relief. You were on the verge of tears while your arousal was soaking his face. He led you through your orgasm with his soft lips, and then stood up and leaned over you, meeting you face to face. You weren’t sure whether you should feel gratitude or embarrassment when you saw his messy hair and plump red lips, but he smiled and kissed you on the cheek, giving you the “my pleasure” to the “thank you” on the tip of your tongue.
Leon stepping back to take off his belt felt like a cue for you to get on your knees, but watching you get up off the bed, Leon said, “Leaving already?”
He wouldn’t have been mad if you were, as long as you got home safe.
“No, I was gonna return the favor.”
“It wasn’t a favor. I enjoyed myself, too.”
“Letting me down easy? I promise I’ll do a good job.”
“I’m not doubting your abilities, but that’s not what I want right now.”
Truthfully, he would feel wrong doing it. It wouldn’t be sexy to see the innocence in your eyes. It would feel criminal, like he was corrupting you in an irreversible manner.
“What do you want right now?”
You wanted to make him unfold in front of you, so you could level the playing field.
“You know what I want. Unless, you’re tired.”
The dazed look in your eyes lingered, and ever the worrier, Leon needed to know that you were still fully into this.
“I’m not tired.”
“Don’t need a break?”
“It’s been like five minutes,” you whined, “That’s a long enough break.”
“I thought an orgasm would satisfy you, at least for a bit, but you’re still so impatient.”
“You can’t just stand there almost naked and expect me not to want you.”
“You don’t need to flatter me. You already have me.”
Desperation coursed through your veins, causing you to whine, “Oh my god, Leon, just fuck me already!”
Leon looked at you wide-eyed, a smirk of amusement barely concealed by a stern expression on his face. You weren’t on a last name basis, but he hadn’t expected the first time you’d say his first name would be in a sentence so demanding and naughty. It felt like insubordination, even though it wasn’t.
“I didn’t expect you to have such a dirty mouth,” he said, stepping towards you slowly.
Your nerves were high but your arousal was higher.
When he didn’t get a response from you, he said, “You’re going all quiet on me now, huh? Pretending to be a good girl again?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Kennedy…”
There was something inside of you that needed him to be proud of you, but the apology was still mostly in the hopes of gaining what you wanted.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You looked at him through dewy, yet grateful eyes.
“You can’t help it when you’re like this, right?”
His fingers started playing with your pussy again, feeling your evident arousal, which hadn’t subsided post-orgasm.
You nodded, giving him a pitiful, yet adorable look.
“Please…” you said, after a beat of silence, minus the sounds of your wetness.
“Please what?”
“Please, Mr. Kennedy…”
He smiled and laughed lightly, realizing you assumed he wanted respect rather than clarification.
“No, baby, I want you to ask for what you want,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
“I want you,” you said, barely being able to think with his hands still touching you.
“Okay, I wanna go slow, though, yeah?”
You nodded, wanting it now, in whatever fashion he would give it to you.
You thought slow sex was boring sex until Leon came into your life. He brought a heightened passion to every encounter regardless of the speed of his thrusts. His lips were on yours, capturing every breath until he couldn’t stand the thought of not hearing your pretty noises.
His kisses trailed down your cheek to your jaw to your neck all delicate. His breath in your ear telling you how beautiful you looked and how good you were being. His words made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but his fingers brushing your nipples made your back arch off the mattress. Not to mention the slow strokes of his dick, coaxing needy moans from your mouth.
You thought you’d be begging for it harder and faster, but every thrust inside you felt deeper and that was beyond satisfying. Soon, your legs were pressed up against your chest and he was so deep inside you that you could see his dick in your abdomen with every thrust. The feeling of him hitting that sensitive spot inside you was bringing you closer to the edge, but the sight was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.
Leon saw how close you were and he whispered to you, sweet and sexy all in one, “I can feel you squeezing around me, baby. You gonna come for me?”
You wanted to say, “Uh-huh”, but it came out as a strangled moan and then, “Daddy!” as you came.
He ignored the slight pang of guilt that came with the word for a moment to let himself drink in the overpowering feeling of pleasure. His orgasm following yours quickly.
Lying next to you, after you both came back from oblivion, he asked the dreaded question, “Did you call me ‘Daddy’?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean to. It just came out. Did it make you feel weird?”
“A little, but it was hot. I think you could’ve said anything coming out of your mouth would be hot, though.”
Leon holds you while you sleep and tries to forget about any lingering guilt he feels after you call him daddy. Your warm body pressed against his and the feeling of your steady heartbeat and soft breathing seem to do the trick. 
The next morning he calls you a cab back to your apartment. You both have busy schedules.
You ask him on your way out, “My 19th birthday is coming up and I’m having a party. Do you wanna come?”
You’re hoping he’ll say ‘yes’, sort of expecting him to based on the night before.
But he doesn’t. He says, “No offense, but I think a 37 year old man hanging out with a bunch of teenagers would be kind of weird. Don’t you think?”
There’s a twinge of embarrassment inside you, realizing that he was right and you probably shouldn’t have even asked. Then again, you really want more time with him, so you say, “But you hang out with me and it’s not weird.”
You thought that was the truth, but when he doesn’t meet your gaze, you continue, “Is it?”
Leon sighs before speaking. “We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
It’s the nicest way he can say it, but it hurts.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re too young for me.”
“I wasn’t too young for you last night.”
The statement hits him hard, even if you didn’t mean for it to - it’s just true.
“Yeah,” he says, not knowing if he means that you weren’t too young for him to have sex with or that you were. Neither answer feels good.
With tears in your eyes, you ask, “Did you use me for sex? Is that what you’re saying?”
“No,” he says, “I actually care about you believe it or not, but that’s why we can’t keep doing this.”
“What do you mean?”
“You deserve someone who can give you more than this.”
Leon wipes the tears off your cheeks and you ask, “Why can’t you give me more? You could be that person.”
“No, I can’t.”
The unsaid apology fills his blue eyes, and you accept it, reluctantly, when you stare into them.
He kisses your forehead as a final goodbye and says, “If you need anything, you can always call me.”
You hug him tightly, holding something that will never be yours, just borrowing time. He allows you to, rubbing your back. This is all he can give you…
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intoxicated-chan · 27 days
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞
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(A/n) ➳ Five chapters down, six more to go! Yep this series is meant to be eleven chapters. I think I made Daryl not Daryl. I don’t know if that made sense but I hope it does.
Word Count ➳ 840
Content Warnings ➳ Womanizer Shane, talks of marriage, unrequited love, rejection, light sexual content, swearing, OOC/Soft Daryl…
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YOU STARED AT THE RECENT TEXT FROM AMY.
You wanted to huff, but you sat across from Shane whose eyes remained on you. His gaze made you sit up unconsciously and uncomfortably, even when you looked out at the window beside you, his gaze never moved.
The two of you sat in silence, utensils clicking against plates and the gentle sounds of the neighboring tables. It wasn’t until Shane’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.
“I remember you sayin’ you wanted to travel. Do you still have those plans?”
You shrugged, tearing into the steak with your fork and knife. “Hard to say, money has been tight. I’m surprised you even remember that, I don’t.”
“It was the night we all went to the drive-in theater. You sounded so happy ‘bout it.” Shane reached into his wallet, pulling out a photo of said night.
You looked up at the sky, a wide smile on your face. You wore a thick jacket that you had a feeling that it was Shane’s. You could barely see Rick and Lori, both of them eating each other’s faces.
“You kept this? Why?”
“Memories, I like to keep ‘em close.” He replied, pulling the photo back into his wallet. “And I wanted to travel with you.”
“Ever tell that to the girls who cling to your arm?” You lifted an eyebrow, brought the piece of steak to your lips, eating it. “Who would’ve gotten angry? Susie? Jamie? Or Scarlet? She would’ve become a storm.”
Shane’s eyes flickered with regret. “Should’ve known you’d never let that go. I know I ain’t ever shown you that I do love you, but I’m ‘ere how. I ain’t got plans to go anywhere without you. Even if I’m second-”
“Stop. Jus’ stop.” You dropped your fork and knife, running your hands over your face. “I-I can’t, Shane. I won’t. I ain’t gonna put you through the pain of being with me. I ain’t gonna do it, you can’t convince me.”
You don’t see the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched. “I love you, (Y/n). I’m willin’ to make this work.”
“But I ain’t. I can’t love how a wife should love her husband.” Your heart raced but you tried to sound stern and remain firm in your decision. “You are my friend and that’s all.”
You reached into your purse and took out enough to cover your portion to cover your meal. You dropped it into the table and stood, eyes locking with Shane’s.
“I’m sorry Shane.” You slipped on your jacket. “I hope you can understand.”
Without another word, you walked out of the restaurant. You walked into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaning against a random car and fumbling with your phone.
You did it. You finally did it. You should’ve felt clear by now, like weight was taken off your back. But why was your heart still racing? Why were you worrying about the opinions of Lori and Rick? What would they say now?
You knew what they wanted for you. It was probably a dream they wanted. High school sweethearts friends with high school sweethearts. So the friend group would still be together.
You dialed Daryl’s number. After a few rings, Daryl answered, his voice rough and warm. “Hey-”
“Tell me this ain’t bullshit.” You cut him off. “Tell me that all of this isn’t for fun. That I’m not some other girl.”
“Y’know, the bar ain’t the first time I saw ya. I came into the diner late, saw ya.”
“Really? What was I wearing?”
“Ya was comin’ out of a room. White shirt, black skirt, boots, with hooped earrings that shined. Ya was standing next to a blonde.”
“Yeah, Annie. I was leavin’ my shift. You must’ve been lookin’ at her who’s better than me.”
“Ya seriously think that?”
“Yeah, so why ain’t you hookin’ up with her?”
“‘Cause she looked miserable. Didn’t matter how much that woman smiled, it was fake. And at the bar, it wasn’t fake. Ya were where you wanted to be, I swear to ya. I ne’er met anyone like ya and it makes me want to enjoy life again… (Y/n)?”
Daryl had brought you back to your place. His hands are carefully slipping off your shirt, dragging his hands over your exposed skin.
“Am I gonna be some other guy to you?” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending chills.
“Never. ‘Cause I know you.”
He hummed, planting kisses down your neck, chest, and down to your stomach. “Do ya now?”
“There’s more to you.” Daryl lifted his head, coming back up. You take it as a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can see past the cold face you put on. Like at the bar. But everytime you were with me, you ain’t a hardass.”
Daryl chuckled in response. “Ya gettin’ yerself into deep shit, only a fool would.”
“Could a fool fall in love?”
“Yer a hopeless woman.”
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hi lol this is like my first request ever and i’m nervous but i was hoping you could write abt the reader being like the son/adopted son/protege of catwoman (or harlivy) and he’s stealing something from a museum by himself but nightwing just so happens to be visiting gotham for family dinner or wtv, so they’re both in the museum but a security guard gets close so they end up in a very small supply closet or wtv yknow? like a forced proximity type, i also won’t mind if it does get spicy towards the end <3 tysm
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Notes: I'm half asleep as I write this, this is as creative as I can get with no sleep for three days
Warning(s): Gay, super gay, like very homsexual, smut, lemon, zest fest.
You and Dick Grayson were in a supply closet, nothings wrong with that right? nothings wrong with being hiding in a supply closet with a superhero right? nothings wrong with being in a close proximity with the said hero right? so close that you were able to breath into his neck, so close that his back is against you chest.
Nothings wrong with this is what you keep telling yourself.
Just a while ago you were stealing a precious jewel from a museum owned by some criminal you bothered not remembering the name, you were on your way out after grabbing the jewel when Nightwing came trying to catch you, and now you're both hiding in a supply closet with guards patrolling outside.
"Hey you really like the position we're in huh buddy?" Dick muttered while giggling, You had no idea that your boner was pressed against Dick's ass.
"I-uhh... I can't help it y'know, I mean with a ass like that who wouldn't pitch a tent." You made a flirty retort to which earned a chuckle from the other man.
"Well what can I say? I've got the finest ass in Gotham." Dick leaned his head on your chest and looked up, you both kept eye contact with each other (or mask to mask stare?)
"Not just Gotham, I'd say the whole world." You chuckled as you both kept looking each other, his hot breath on your face while you breath down on him too.
a short silence came as both of you stare at each other's face, You were feeling hot and Dick's breath on your face doesn't help your painfully hard boner.
"Why don't we make our time here worthwhile? from what I can tell the guards are still searching the area." Your voice was breathy, Dick could tell you were at your limit, so he decided to tease you, he pressed his fat ass further onto your crotch earning a grunt from your mouth.
"Well let's make our time worthwhile then  Mr. Thief." Dick stood on his tiptoes to place a peck on your lips.
You unzipped your pants and the hard meat slapped Dick's spandex suit making quite a noise.
"You should keep the noise to minimum Mr. Thief, You wouldn't want our little session to end early do you?" Dick smirked as he felt the hot big rod pressed against his clothed behind.
"Oh baby I'll keep quiet until I fuck you dry, now lick this." You shoved two of your fingers in Dick's mouth, he happily sucked and licked your fingers.
Dick unbuckled his pants so you would not have to tear his suit for access, as soon as Dick's pants were lowered you hurriedly shoved one of your finger in his hole.
"Damn baby your quite eager." You chuckled as you felt Dick's hole clenching.
"Haven't had action for a long time." Dick answered with a small laugh of his own. He groaned every time he felt the finger massage his inner walls.
You inserted the second finger to which Dick quietly whined, You massaged his inner walls scissoring it repeatedly to make the entrance wider, or just wide enough to fit you.
"That's it baby you're doing great, just a little more and you'd have the real thing." You grinned at Dick as you pressed a small peck on his forehead.
You spat on your hand and lubricated it with it (Hey don't judge! no one carries around lubricants in public)
You immediately pushed the tip inside Dick's entrance, Dick shivered in both pain and pleasure.
"Fuck..." Dick cursed, his eyes were a little teary.
"Come on muñequita it is only the tip." You pressed a peck in his forehead trying to ease him up.
You then swiftly pushed your entire length inside Dick, he moaned quite loud so you placed left hand on his mouth to shut him up.
"Weren't you the one who told me to keep the noise to minimum? maybe you should abide by your own rules muñequita." Your lips curled into a smirk as you looked down on the tearing up Dick.
You began moving inside him, thrusting in and out, pulling out until only the tip is left inside and thrusting until the tip rubs against the prostate.
"puta te sientes tan bien..." You huskily whispered in Dick's ear. Your hands made it's way into Dick's nipples and pinched and twisted it.
"Hngh~ j-just earlier I was... ha~ having dinner at the manor... Hngh..." Dick whined as you plowed his ass and played with his chest.
Your thrusting became more frantic and hurried, you could feel yourself getting closer.
"Hngh~ fuck I'm close~" Dick whined he can feel his own cock nearing it's orgasm.
Your thrusts became quicker and more violent, you were thrusting deeper and deeper within Dick's hole.
With a grunt, you released your hot cum within Dick's ass, Dick teared up pleasure as you came deep inside him.
"You're pretty when you cry, muñequita...." You both panted as you came from your highs. You pulled out of Dick's hole leaving it a gaping mess with cum leaking out.
"I don't see anymore guards out, I thinks it's safe to leave now." You peaked out to see no guards on the lookout.
"I hope this Isn't the last time we do this muñequita..." You whispered into Dick's ear as you buckle up your pants.
"And here I thought you were all talk, guess I won't be able to walk properly after being manhandled. I down being manhandled anytime Mr. Thief. " Dick grinned as he pulled up his pants and opened the door to leave.
"Oh... and I'm letting you go this time, as you can see I'm in no condition to arrest you." Dick winked to you as he jumped out the window and grappled leaving you.
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I think Wyll is the most fun character to romance the other origin companions as
Karlach- i think they’re the most obvious because of the way their stories sort of dance around each other. Especially with how if you want to save Karlach while as romancing another character her best option is ending up going with Wyll anyways.
Shadowheart- gods favorite princess with everyone’s favorite prince ( I know he’s not actually a prince but he is in my heart ) their banter while walking around us some of my favorite in the game they make me giggle when they talk!! Wyll and Shadowheart both grew up with unsavory people pulling the strings and whispering in their ears and I think they would help each other remember they are not who controlled them. They also both have a deep understanding of rejection. At the end of the day I think they would make each other blush and that makes me blush!!!
Astarion- I’m not explain this one. Have you heard how they talk about each other? They’re smitten!! I think it was love at first sight for Astarion. I don’t care if you disagree argue with a wall.
Lae’zel- Ok this one’s interesting, I like them the best when it’s actually Lae’zel romancing Wyll. It’s established that githyankis value sex over emotion in their relationships because of the way their society is set up which makes me laugh because Wyll’s romance route is literally all emotion and very little sex lmao. This would confuse and frustrate Lae’zel because she feels things for him but she can’t tell that he’s also super into her. Like he’s saying nice thing to her that makes her feel???things???? but he won’t push it any farther so she’s like ok maybe he’s just really nice!! And then they kiss and ok they’re finally getting somewhere ! But oh that’s it?? Then why does she still feel so light and her heads spinning?? By the time she get to the end of Wyll’s route she’s fallen in love but has never even touched the guy and that’s not how that supposed to work? I think the back and forth she would go through would be sweet and funny and the idea of them makes me laugh.
Gale- Ok I lied I actually can’t stomach watching these two theater kids fall in love. They’re both so corny I think I would be vomiting by the end lmaoooo, but hey I’m willing to be convinced ;)
That’s all if you hated this I don’t care!
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