#and that if I showed up tonight everyone has to be really nice to me and make me happy and comfortableđ„șđ„șđ„ș
Family update: My Gram who was in the hospital, and the reason I had to come home so quickly, is feeling so much better now and she gets released tomorrow from the hospital. Thank you guys for all the well wishes during a not-so-fun week! <3
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warnings. sub!tyun, noona!reader, desperate shit, degrading, use of whore/slut, handjob
flirt freshman!taehyun who, even if he looks polite and at times would even be described as cute, is definitely a heartbreaker. stringing along, fucking, then ghosting.
you see right through his nice guy act when he subtly hits on you, flashing you his white pearls, blinding smile that show off his dimpled cheeks and the way his eyes form into crescents, his simple charms almost, almost having an effect on you. but you know better, youâve already passed this chapter of your life, getting yourself fucked over by cute assholes. so you reject any and all advances that he makes on you, even as so far as to completely ignore him whenever he addresses you in a group setting.
you wanted to protect yourself, because again, you knew better. but what you dont realize is how often your blatant rejections have been either straight up cruelly humiliating or just plain harsh to the younger boy. not until youâre stuck with taehyun as you awkwardly wait in the car for your friends.
âwhy dont you like me?â he starts, quiet as he looks out the window. you turn to look at him, a little astonished that he decided to confront you. then you quickly recollect yourself, clearing your throat.
âwho told you that?â
he scoffs, a sneer retching his expression. âyouâre kidding arenât you? i donât think i know anybody more repulsed with me than you. everyone can see it. you almost jumped out of the car when they told you i was going to sit in the back tonight.â
itâs like hes been keeping all of his thoughts behind a lock with how fast everything spilled out of his mouth and you take in a breath. âokay now thatâs an exaggeration.â
ânot really.â
then it falls silent again, hearing the distant horns of cars and you awkwardly shift. heâs right, its not.
then suddenly, his eyes shift from the window to you, and the eye contact catches you off guard, you can make out the slight furrow of his brows and the small pout that rests on his lipsâyouâve never seen him look like that. you avert your gaze almost immediately.
but heâs still staring. and it has you nervously tapping your finger on your lap.
âi like you, noona.â
your eyes widen a little. not because of the confession, you knew it was coming eventually. something about this variation of gentleness with his voice that you donât think youâve quite heardâŠever coming from a man has your heart beat just a little faster. noona? its nothing new coming from taehyun, but your hands still slight dig into the fabric of your skirt. âif that wasnât already obvious enough.â he says bitterly with a non humored laugh.
you spend the entire night, staring at your blank empty google doc, wallowing in all thoughts related to taehyun. it kind of pisses you off that heâs managed to chip a little away from your wall, you usually disperse any thought that comes up in your head that has to do with him. but now you choose to give yourself a leeway, just a little to think over whether he was being genuine, and whatever happened in the car was taehyun serving his heart on the platter to be soâŠvulnerable, or if it was just the last trick up his sleeve to lure you in like a toy he canât have.
but then you remember the little featuresâthe way his brows slightly turned up, the way his bottom lip instinctively stuck out, just a tiny bitâthe way his eyes twinkled, just somewhat, as clichĂ© as it is to say, it felt genuine, real.
when taehyun sends you a text that night, with a string of other unread messages from weeks or days ago before itâyou come to the conclusion that he likes you, really likes you.
sorry, ignore what i said today
i donât want you feeling uncomfortable around me any more than you do
your heart swells a little, simultaneously feeling the guilt conscience slowly creeping up on you. maybe you really did misread him this entire time.
so imagine your surprise when the next time you see taehyun, a week later, itâs at a frat party, looking down at a girl clinging onto his arms with those same twinkling eyes, smile, dimples, gentle lookâeventually laughing then biting down on his lips as he looks away, the red on tips of his ears making you fume more than youâd admit. you donât know what it was, what exactly made you insane enough to stomp over to him in long strides, wobbly pushing through the drunks, seeing red as you grab taehyun by the arm when heâs of reachâthe surprised look on his face only lasting for a second before you furiously turn around, dragging him away from the confused girl that he was getting way too flirty with.
he couldâve easily shaken off your grip, it was weak, but he followed, he let you take him, only when you push him in a non occupied room and lock the door does he finally say something.
âhey, what the fuck was thatââ
then you go for it. throwing all logical justifications and reasoning, you pull him into you harshly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. you donât know what you expected, up to now it felt like youâve been on airplane mode, but you know it wasnât what taehyun returns. even if youre the one who came onto him first, he kisses back even more passionately, leaning into you, so quick to be receptive, hands going up to your cheeks as he lets you walk him hard into the door, latching onto your lips as if its a taste of a drug that has him hooked right from the first dose.
heâs soâŠdesperate, it scares you, and turns you on at the same time. every time you try to pull away a little he reels you back almost immediately following your lips, the kiss becoming open mouthed as he breathes in and gets more and more messy, sloppyâheâs so sloppy, itâs the last thing you expected from him.
you finally manage to pull away, both of you catching your breath, with his lips glistening and red, mouth agape, chest heaving, up and down as he stares stunned.
âwhaâum, soâfuck, sorry, no waitââ hes stumbling over his words. again, something taehyun never does. whenever hes spoken to you, it always felt so calculated, like every word hes thought over, because it felt so perfect. hes always collected.
you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you, with those god damn adorable brown eyes.
âkindly, shut the fuck up.â
his brows twitch a little, but heâs still silent.
your eyes search for something in his, you donât know what, but it feels like youâve gotten a green light, sighing. âi wanna fuck you.â
âshit.â he marvels, feeling his breath against your palm, his eyes still just as wide. you donât know what exactly heâs thinking but if the dick already poking against your thigh was any indication, it was that he wanted it. really bad.
you slip your hand off his lips, then you whisper, fixated on how plump they are, âopen your mouth.â
he blinks confused, hesitant until you take it upon yourself to rub your thigh against the tent in his pants, having him almost immediately buckle as he lets out a sinful groan. you should know heâs probably not into what youâre into, so you ease into it, testing the waters as you press yourself flush against him, rubbing your leg up and down against his clothed dick. âfeel good?â
ây-yeah, shit, noona, please touch me.â
âi am touching you,â you swipe your hand over his bottom lip, fuck, they really are pretty. and so kissable. youâre shocked you havenât kissed them sooner.
âno, i want your hand.â
you scoff, heâs so confident with what he wants, and so demanding. bratty. heâs probably so used to dominating. âthis isnât enough? me getting off your crusty dick isnât enough for you? youâre feeling good, arenât you?â
you press harder and with no consent of his own, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears running red again. your thumb slips into his mouth, easing into it, slowly, before you fully press on his tongue as the friction of your knees against his cock gets more and more frantic and torturous. âyou tell me you like me then decide iâm not worth the headache, a week later you run off to another innocent girl youâll try to break the heart of after getting your fill. someone needs to keep you in check for becoming such an asshole, no? do you have no shame?â you mock, feeding him another finger in his mouth so he canât retort like you know the smartass in him would do.
he sucks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue licking eagerlyâŠfuck, how badly did you misread him?
but you can tell with the way his eyes involuntarily water, and the way he shakes his vehemently, he still has the audacity to deny everything.
you scoff, slipping them out of his mouth, string of his saliva coating your fingers and shoving that hand down his pants, promplty grabbing his dick, marveling at the soft, wet feel. he already spilled so much pre-cumâslut. he likes this.
âyou donât like me, you have no right to be jeaâhahhh..fuck, you canât be jealous, you c-canât. shit, faster, faster please noona, noonaâŠâ he whines, delirious as he gets lost at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips, clearly getting frustrated with how irritatingly slow youâre tugging at his dick.
âi donât. i donât like you. i donât like slutty men whoâre bad.â
he whimpers, and fuck does that noise have you pooling your underwear.
âhow have i been bad? how? iâm always good to you, i alwaysââ
you twist your hand a little and his head immedietely falls back against the door, mouth hung open as he lets out pathetic, needy pants, âfuck, fuck, fuck.â
âlike it? is it how you imagined itâd feel to have my hands wrapped around your cock?â you press, kissing down his jawline, hand letting out wet sounds as you jerk him off with more speed
âyes, yes, so much better noona, so muchââ he chokes on his own words when you suck on his neck, feeling him let out shuddering breaths. cute.
when you use your other hand to trail up under his shirt, feeling up his muscle, you can hear him gulp, and for whatever reason, it turns you on even more.
âfuck, youâve been trying to dom me, havenât you?â he breathes out.
you let out an airy laugh out of your nose, grazing your thumb over his nipple, the hitch of his breath being your undoing. âi have been domming youâthis entire time. what, donât like it when a womans in charge?â
he shakes his head immediately, âno, no, i like it. i really do, i like it a lot. i like it when its you, noona.â
even when you have his mind sent to overdrive, he still knows exactly what to say to have your heart racing, itâs dangerous.
âhm?â you hum, throat dry, trying to forget the comment thats repeating over and over in your head. he likes it when its you. you scoff a laugh, âyou really know how to get a girl going huh?â
âwould treat you right. give me a chance noona, iâll treat you like a queen.â
âa queen?â you laugh, then pretend to ponder on it as you play with his bud more, his dick leaking through your handâheâs enjoying it all too much. âthink would like goddess more.â
he moans wantonly when you thumb his tip, then transitioning to jacking off his shaft in frantic speed, it gets him delirious. âgoddess, goddess, fuckâiâll treat you like a goddess baby, swear.â
âsure you wouldnât ghost me?â
his breath hitches again, head dipping into your shoulder, jaw practically hung open, mix of moans and whines spilling out of his mouth dumblyâwho wouldâve thought, huh? ânever. so pretty, youâre so pretty and smart, and andââ
âsuch a slut, just want your dick touched and youâll say anything.â
you feel him shake his head, still panting heavily as he grabbles onto you for support. heâs clingier than you expected, he holds onto you so often.
âfasterâŠfaster please, âm sososo close.â he sobs, his shaky breath fanning on your shoulder.
you chuckle, giving him what he wants, the wet squelching sounds heightening until he breaks. âgonnaâgonna-â he spills before he could even finish his sentence, with a high pitched noise he cums in his pants, no doubt creating a big stain in the area of his crotch.
well, shit.
but when he lifts his head, a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over still, you think he might not mind all too much.
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note. long overdue sub taehyun and a noona smut from me đ did they fuck. no. will there be a future continuation of this au. perhaps.
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Pick Me
Bucky x readerÂ
The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.Â
warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.
A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasnât even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky shouldâve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness đ„Č
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âEveryone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training programâ Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. âSheâs going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the fieldâ Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.Â
âIâm sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/nâÂ
âHey Nicoleâ You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. âNice to meet youâÂ
âOh, ew, just call me Nic! I donât really go by Nicoleâ She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. âDonât suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?âÂ
The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear thatâs who sheâd been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.Â
âSpeak of the devils and I do mean devilsâ Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. âRogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably NicâÂ
âHello handsomeâ She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, âand handsomeâÂ
âNice to meet youâ Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so heâd shake with his metal one. âAnd you SergeantâÂ
Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.Â
âHey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?â Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.Â
âItâs a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you likeâ You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.
âMmm, hard pass on that, wine isnât really my thing, thanks thoughâ She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.Â
âWhat are you boys up to tonightâ She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.Â
âBucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonightâ He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicoleâs eyes lit up.Â
âOh wow I actually havenât been by the gym yet but I guess itâll be where I spend most of my time for the programâÂ
âYou could join us if youâd like, we can show you aroundâ Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.Â
âReally? That would be great, Iâd really appreciate it!âÂ
âOf course, anytime. Weâre just about to head down soonâ Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Buckyâs offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course heâd never want anyone else to feel the same way.Â
Still.
Something was off.
You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...
No.
He wouldnât do that.Â
Right?
*****
âSheâs getting really comfortable around those twoâ Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when heâd help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.Â
âI guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...â Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.Â
âUh-huh, weâre all experiencedâ Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. âYou three have a good workout?âÂ
Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Natâs voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.Â
âTheyâre great, canât beat having the two best soldiers train meâ She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldnât help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldnât help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.Â
No.
Relax.Â
âAnytime, Nicâ He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.Â
âYou know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as wellâ Nat gauged the way Nicoleâs nose scrunched, shaking her head.Â
âWomenâs workshop, soundâs like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks thoughâ her eyes didnât leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. âBesides, Iâm pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extraâÂ
âAnyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. Youâre both coming, right?â Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didnât seem to matter.Â
âAre you coming as well?â Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. âYou could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more peopleâÂ
âUh sure, I could come by for a bitâ She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. âThanks, SargeâÂ
You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.Â
But you didnât want to be petty.Â
You were more mature than this.Â
âWe have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready togetherâ You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didnât even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.Â
âUh- not really the dresses and heels type. Iâm more of a sneakers girl to be honestâ She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Natâs eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. âIâll drag myself over if Iâm feeling itâÂ
âOh-okay, then weâll just see you there!â You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.Â
âCâmon, lets get you ready. Iâm going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his kneesâ The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. âWeâre putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, donât think I didnât catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore itâ
âNat!â You hissed, hoping he didnât hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. âOh my godâ you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.Â
âGo shower while I get all the make up out, Iâm tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those twoâÂ
You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didnât waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.Â
âYâknow if youâre done playing games with terminator, Iâd be happy to take his placeâ Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.Â
âWhat are you ladies drinkingâ Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.Â
âIâm good with a beerâ Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, âUgh, I donât know how you drink those, theyâre so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?â
You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.Â
âYou guys took forever to get ready, this is why I canât deal with makeup and dresses nâshitâ she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, âThatâs a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?âÂ
âWell I think you ladies look beautifulâ Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. âEspecially you, Lady y/nâÂ
âThank you Thunderâ You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers. Â
âAlright, where are the two that need thisâ He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldnât get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the Godâs hands. Buckyâs eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.Â
âFuck sweets, you look-Â
âCâmon Sarge, how about a little competitionâ Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, âLetâs see how many shots we can doâÂ
âThis might be a lot to handle dollâ Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.Â
Since when did he call anyone else doll.Â
You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.Â
âUgh, finee, Iâll stick to regular vodka, câmon Buckyyy, lets gooo!â She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldnât tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didnât want to watch any longer.Â
âWhere are you goingâ Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didnât need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Buckyâs legs each time it was his turn. âFor fucks sake-
âTheyâre just having fun, donât worry about itâ You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Buckyâs attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...
Right?Â
You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didnât. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact sheâd taken up most of Buckyâs time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.
*****
âWhat's wrong sweetsâ Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldnât just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.Â
âI feel like I havenât seen you in agesâ You shrugged, toying with the corner of Buckyâs blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. âWe havenât really hung out recentlyâÂ
You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.Â
âBucky, what are you-
âSorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause sheâll be staying for a few extra weeksâ
Fantastic.
âYou spend a lot of time with herâ You didnât want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didnât seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks. Â
âYeah, sheâs fun!â Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. âShe almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppableâ
âHmâ You didnât bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didnât miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.Â
âHow about we hang out after? Around 7, weâll watch a movie together, okay? Iâll grab dinner for us. Promise dollâ He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.
You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Buckyâs favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didnât mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.Â
An hour later, it was 7.Â
Then 7:30.Â
And then 8.
By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.Â
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Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.Â
He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.Â
âDoll?â He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball âOh, dollâ He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.Â
âWhatâ Your voice cracked, hoping heâd think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.Â
âIâm so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the streetâÂ
We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.Â
âAnd then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carlaâs before coming back-
âYou took her to Carla's?â You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. Itâs not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.Â
âYeah, I-
âJust go Buckyâ There wasnât a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.Â
âDoll?â
âDonât call me thatâ It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, âPlease leaveâÂ
âSweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-âÂ
âItâs fine Jamesâ You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing youâd burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring youâd hear him out the next day but no.
How wrong he was.Â
You avoided him in the morning.Â
And the day after that.Â
Nearly a week had gone by and you didnât spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didnât help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.Â
*****
âWhatâs with youâ Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?Â
âY/n isnât talking to meâ He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.Â
âI wonder whyâ the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.Â
âWhen was the last time you guys spokeâ Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?Â
âI didnât mean to forget-Â
âBucky!â Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.Â
âWhat did I do?â
âBarnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, youâve been spending all your time making little miss Iâm one of the guys feel comfortable, youâve made y/n seem invisible and youâre wondering why sheâs not talking to you?â Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Buckyâs phone.Â
âYou treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, youâd be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. Youâd be fine with it?!â
Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone heâd even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?Â
âBut Nicole doesnât want to-â Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, âNicole wants to get into my pants?â Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.
âAnd youâ Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasnât in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, âWhat were you thinking. You didnât once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Havenât any of you noticed Nicole doesnât hang out with any of us, Just you?â Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. âIdiotsâÂ
As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didnât have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tonyâs lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.Â
âYouâre asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she isâÂ
âPleaseâ Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Buckyâs eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. âAlso, I need another favor...âÂ
****
âY/n, babygirlâ Heâd never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you werenât trying to talk to anyone one your way over.Â
âOh, Iâm babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicoleâ You couldnât hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.Â
âBaby, please!â
No.Â
âBaby, wait!â Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. âPlease, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feelâÂ
âThereâs nothing to talk aboutâ
âYes there isâ His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, âThereâs so much to talk about, I adore youâÂ
âDo you also adore Nic?â You scoffed, while Buckyâs cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.
âThereâs no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you dollâ You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasnât having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, âIâm sorry darling, I didnât realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team betterâ
âWowâ you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.Â
âI know, Iâm an idiot, and Iâm an even bigger idiot for not making it clear Iâm so utterly and desperately in love with youâ Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, heâd said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and heâd kept it inside long enough. âI love you, I love you, fuck, I love youâ
You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.Â
âBarnes, put me down, you canât just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!â He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.Â
âI love you sweet girl. God, Iâm so in love with youâ
âYouâre an absolute idiotâ
âAn idiot who is in loveâÂ
âYouâre so cheesyâ You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. âyouâre still a dickâ
âI know. Mâsorry angel, I didnât realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I shouldâve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didnât see her as anything else. Iâve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always willâÂ
âWhere is she right now anyway?â You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âIsnât she supposed to be leaving soon?â Bucky didnât respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.Â
âBucky what are you doingâ You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.Â
âI may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra nightâ Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.Â
âAnd he happily agreed because...â
âBecause...?â
âI want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feelâ Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. âMânot gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl isâÂ
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âOH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKKâÂ
âThatâs it pretty princess, thatâs it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck youâre so good to me, look at that, God youâre soaked babyâ
âJesus Christâ Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Buckyâs room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.Â
âBaby you look so pretty when youâre all stretched out like this, câmon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, câmon, lemme inâÂ
âHNG PleasepleasepleaseJamesâÂ
âSo perfect when you beg, cockâs all yours mama, mâall yours, go on and use me, thatâs it, ride this dick, you own meâÂ
âBucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!â
âCum for me princess, God I love youâÂ
âYou want a snack?â
âNick?â
âUh-Nicole?â
âHuh?â Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldnât hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, âN-no, Iâm fineâ
Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Buckyâs thrusts punctuated with each word.Â
âYâfeel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to youâÂ
âFuck, I love you JamesâÂ
âUgh- theyâre so loudâ Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.Â
âI mean, terminator is practically in love with herâ Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.
âTheyâre cute. Itâs about time they made it official, donât you think?â Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.Â
âThey sound so happy togetherâ he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.Â
âOh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIEâÂ
âYup, real happyâ
âI-I think Iâm actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight insteadâ Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.Â
Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.Â
âI love you pretty girl. I love you so muchâÂ
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Hate the AM, Hate the PM, But love you
Hobie Brown x reader
word count: 969
find the mini series here
tags: @maxjesty @marshallowy @sh-tposter2021 @ilovebhna @ladyagagaslefttoe
synopsis: Hobie is still a slightly infuriating neighbor, but thereâs something about that jacket and guitar that are all too familiar.
a/n: DRUNK CONFESSIONS!! Part two of this fic. I wasnât going to write another part to it but i caved đ
You stood him up. You fucking stood him up. Hobie spent the entire show looking out into the crowd, ignoring the blinding stage lights, to try and find you. But you were nowhere to be found. He asked so nicely too! Despite his nonchalant attitude it took him so long to build up the courage to ask you out. He had dinner reservations planned, which he has obviously never done, looked up places to get a Mr.Whippy and even found a small secluded area where he could play his guitar for you.
The worst part is how it made him feel. He genuinely liked you and it hurt him to think you didnât feel the same when he thought you did. So what was his solution? Go out with his mates to a pub until 3 am to drink his feelings. Hobie was a bold drunk, bolder than he usually is. Heâs also a sloppy drunk, tripping when he walks and slurring his speech like itâs all one word.
Youâre peacefully sleeping in your bed with your spiderman eye mask cuddling with your Spider-Punk plushie. Itâs not a random occurrence to hear Hobie stomping his boots late at night but it was different today. You heard his boot buckles dragging across the floor and a loud bang against your door. Not necessarily a knock, more of a body slumped against the wood.
âLove! You in there?!â You hear him yell.
You try your hardest to ignore him but as he keeps yelling and pounding against the wood you start to feel sorry for everyone else on your floor. You force yourself out of bed and towards the front door. As you reluctantly open it a drunken Hobie falls into your flat.
âHobie get your arse up,â you roll your very tired eyes.
He surprisingly agrees and makes his way to your bed.
Great, you think
He tosses his guitar to your couch and gets into your bed like itâs his. Conveniently throwing the spider-punk plush off the bed. He cuddles up with your blanket and closes his eyes. You cannot let him fall asleep.
âHobie! Hello? That is my bed. Get out!â You yell at him.
âWhyâd you do it?â He whispers.
âWhat,â you ask, still annoyed.
âYou stood me up. I asked you to come to my show and you didnât. Why,â he asked less of a question and more of a statement.
You sigh, of course you knew that was tonight. In all honesty you donât quite know why you didnât go. You werenât doing anything special and it probably wouldâve been nice. But you were scared. Scared of what? You also didnât know that, you just were.
âI⊠I donât know,â you admit.
âReally hurt me, Love. I wanted to see you and take you out on a nice date,â he looked away from you.
Your heart shattered. You knew Hobie liked you but not to that extent. You thought he was just playing around with you and didnât mean anything by it.
âIâm really sorry, Hobie. We should go out some other time, okay? My treat,â you promise.
âNah, donât think iâll have the time,â He says, clearly less sad than he was a few moments ago.
âOh yeah? Busy with what? Trying to tear down the government from the inside?â You laugh.
âOf course not, thatâs for the first saturday of every month. Iâll be busy being Spiderman,â he says, cuddling closer to your blanket.
You stop immediately. Your mind goes blank, the world around you stops. Youâre suddenly much more awake than you have ever been. Hobie is⊠no you canât even say it. The man youâve hated ever since you had moved in was the person you loved more than anything else? That canât be right, heâs having a laugh. Thatâs gotta be it.
âI donât believe in comedy,â you remember him saying.
Fuck. Heâs not joking, is he?
âWhat?â you manage to get out.
âIâll be busy, being spiderman and all. Yknow who that is right? Donât know if you noticed but heâs- i mean Iâm kinda all over your room,â he lets out a drunk giggle.
He pulls out his mask from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to you.
âSee?â
You grab it in disbelief. You run your hand over the spandex in awe. Spiderman is right in front of you, you realize.
Oh. My. God. SPIDERMAN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
You just canât believe the man youâve idolized for years was in your bed. YOUR BED.
Hobie takes the blanket off of him, lifting up his shirt to reveal his suit. Blue and fucking red material.
âI donât believe in the labels though. Itâs stupid,â He says in the most Hobie way possible.
âYouâre a superhero,â you say, still a little shocked.
âNo. No, don't say that. I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologising, narcissistic autocrat,â He says. God even drunk heâs still a smart ass.
âSo you still wanna go out?â He asks.
âWhat? I just found out youâre fucking Spiderman and thatâs what youâre asking me? If I want to go out with you?â You respond.
âI mean what else is there to say? I already know you love me,â he nods to the spiderman memorabilia.
Even in this state he still leaves you speechless.
âWell- yeah I guess. We can go out,â you say slowly.
âCool,â he nods.
He lifts up the blanket and scoots over, inviting you into your bed with him. You roll your eyes and get in with him. He wraps his arms around you and smiles.
âI knew you wanted to snog me from the start,â he laughs.
Hobie is still pretty infuriating, but that is slowly becoming one of your favorite things about him.
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âcould you be seen with me and still act proud?â
âą Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli
âą Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader
â„ (their answer + reaction to this question)
â„ (comfort / fluff)
⧠- JING YUAN
âWhy, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.â
This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you upâbridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.
⧠- ARGENTI
âDearest loveâof course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.â
Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his handâwill you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?
⧠- AVENTURINE
âYou wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctlyâget it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.â
With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with âno.â A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, âI guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.â
⧠- DAN HENG
âOf course. I do... I do love you, after all.â
His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.
⧠- BLADE
âYes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.â
His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his handâhe'll promise the world that you're his tonight.
⧠- XIAO
âYes. Why wouldn't I be?â
In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, âyes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.â And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.
⧠- CHILDE
âOf course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right nowâ everything's on me!â
And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.
⧠- WANDERER
âHuh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?â
Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.
⧠- ZHONGLI
âWell, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?â
Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.
yes, this was a heathers reference.
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Do Something About It - LN
Summary: Lando started to notice he was falling for his best friend but it didn't seem like she returned those feelings. Although she does voice her opinion of his choice of company to hook up with.
Best friend!reader also tattooed!reader (not like head to toe)
No part 2 requests please
Y/n and Lando have always laughed at anyone who says they resemble anything of a couple. They've grown up together, Lando was certain he was like a brother.
Then something changed a couple months ago, y/n had what can only be described as a second puberty that took her through a transformation. She was never ugly, or unattractive but she sort of changed her fashion style, she had a new glow about her and people noticed. Much to Lando's growing annoyance, a lot of men noticed.
"Christ, who are you trying to impress?" Lando questions as y/n appears from his bathroom.
They're going out tonight in Monaco and y/n looks as amazing as always, dressing herself in heels (which despite her glow up, she'll be crying about later) and a white short dressed that flashes her legs and allows her thigh tattoo to be on show. It's is unreadable to anyone who actually looks at it, but he knows it's a quote from her favourite song.
"A rich man who wants to spontaneously marry me, change is will for everything to go to me and then die mysteriously." Y/n smirks earning an eye roll while Max looks at her.
"You are a dark-minded individual." Max comments shaking his head. "But Lando is right, you look good."
"Thank you, Max." Y/n smiles before looking at Lando pointedly. "Are we ready to go? I know you're just chomping at the bit to tell me you've been waiting for me."
"Well I am meeting Lottie (sorry to any Lottie's, it's just a random name) when we get there." Lando states checking his watch. "And we are late."
"Fashionably late and she'll be there after us. Probably stalks your location." Y/n snorts having never hidden her dislike of Lando's current choice of company when it comes to women in his bed.
Max pulls a face to the others who are having to be a witness to the bickering as Lando jumps to Lottie's defence.
Truth be told everyone knows that y/n doesn't like Lottie because Lottie isn't a very nice person. She's just the only one with the courage to tell Lando. But they also all know Lando is using Lottie as means of trying to distract himself from y/n and his very obvious growing feelings. If y/n wasn't so oblivious it might be easier to be a witness to it.
"Alright, kiddos. Shut up, and let's go." Max finally cuts in while y/n huffs and moves ahead. "You could just tell her how you feel mate."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lando states with a tone that tells Max to keep himself quiet.
"Alright, if that's how you want to play it." Max shrugs since it's not his problem really, he does wants Lando and y/n to be happy and he thinks they would be if Lando would just stop being a jealous prick.
It also doesn't help that Lottie always seems to be on a mission to provoke y/n a reaction out of y/n in how her and Lando go about with each other. As if she knows that y/n has a protectiveness over Land and as if she knows Lando is using her as a means to forget his feelings for y/n.
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Lando is usually pretty good at paying attention to other things when it comes to y/n flirting with men on nights out. but there's something different about this one. She's not just flirting, there's something in the way the man is just lightly drawing shapes on her thigh as they talk.
Her lips keep brushing his ear when she leans in to speak to him over the music, she's laughing with him and it looks like every word he says is working a charm to make her eyes sparkle in desire. Lando can't decide if he's going blind, going to be sick or actually shaking with the anger from his jealousy.
"Lando." Lottie snaps making his gaze finally tear from over her shoulder.
"What?" Lando huffs hoping he didn't sound as irritated out loud as he feels.
"I was just saying, do you want to get out of here?" Lottie asks gently stroking up his arm.
"Yeah, I'm done." Lando nods then picking up his drink and managing to down the rest of it, not exactly his ideal of how to finish the night but he can't sit and watch y/n anymore. "You go ahead outside, I'm just going to let Max know."
Lottie thankfully disappears but Lando heads over to y/n, not caring around how rude he's being as he interrupts the conversation.
"It's shit here, we're leaving. Are you coming with us or staying with him?" Lando questions watching her retract back in shock of his attitude.
Lando has been moody with her before but usually alcohol loosens any tension that's built up between them.
"I'm sorry, will you excuse us? I'll be right back." Y/n laughs lightly, trying to remain composed as she places her hand on the man's thigh then standing up with her usual smile but her grip on Lando's wrist with her nails digging into his skin is not quite a poised and calm as she appears.
She tugs them out to the balcony of the club where people tend to go when they want to smoke, though it's empty at the moment.
"What the fuck was that? Are you deranged?" Y/n questions dropping Lando's wrist as she glare at him. "I was getting along with him."
"He was a nonce."
"He's 32 and I am in my 20s, not a child." Y/n scoffs then looking at him. "Not that I even know why that would matter to you."
"So you're allowed to voice your opinion about who I decide to have in my bed but I'm not allowed to voice my opinion about who you have in yours? And you don't save it for when she's not around either." Lando states making her almost laugh.
"I speak up because it's so obvious she's using you for money and fame-that guy would've been one night of fun for fuck sake. Not someone I keep bringing back around for you to have to endure the presence of." Y/n states before Max appears and she turns to him. "Can you put him on a leash? He's acting like a dick."
"I asked if you were coming with us or staying here."
"You marched over and interrupted with no regard at all. I mean seriously, what is wrong with you right now?" Y/n questions laughing through her words in disbelief. "What is happening?" Then she turns to Max. "Do you know what the hell is happening?"
"I..." Max tries feeling that something is about to snap in one of them to meet the tipping point of this conversation, it's just figuring out who.
"See? Not even Max can explain why you're acting this ridiculous."
"Because I'm sick of seeing you with other men!"
That was definitely the last chug of his drink finally kicking into gear.
Y/n is visibly stunned and silent, the shock on her expression doesn't need to be verbalised by her.
"Maybe we should all just get out of here." Max suggests wanting to diffuse the situation that he feels suffocated by, so he can only imagine how it feels for the two of them.
"No. What do you mean you're sick of seeing me with other men? What-What the fuck does that even mean?" Y/n chokes out while Lando feels his mouth dry up. "Lando?"
"You guys shouldn't do this now." Max mumbles earnings a glare from the young woman which almost questions why he's even there. "Sorry. I'll just be inside if you guys need me."
Leaving the two to hash out what Lando just admitted is maybe not the best thing to do when they've been drinking, but it's obvious y/n won't be letting Lando leave.
"Are you doing to explain or just stay quiet?" Y/n questions slightly more softly but there's an edge to her tone that he can read easily enough. Then when she speaks again it's almost desperation. "Please talk to me, Lando."
"I hate seeing you with all those fucking guys. Every single one of them. Every time you bail on me to go home with some random guy, I want to drag you back from leaving with them." Lando admits keeping his gaze trained everywhere but on her.
This is either going to end the way Lando wishes it would or he's going to lose her, he's risking it and he knows it but the better of the outcomes would probably make everything finally feel right between them.
"I don't know really when or why things changed because we've bene friends for so long and I was-it was great being friends, but I started to feel different when it comes to you and every time I see you with another guy, I actually feel like hitting him with a car."
Y/n just looks at Lando in shock for a moment and then...she starts laughing. A hard laugh straight from the bottom of her stomach, she even moves to the edge to hold on to the railing for stability.
"Lando, have you-you've lost it, haven't you? You stand there and you get jealous. You literally hook up with Lottie who is the worst person on the planet then expect me to believe you're secretly holding back feelings for me. Whatever you drank. I need-"
"I sleep with Lottie because I can't stop thinking about you and I need to try and distract myself." Lando snaps the muttering a few more colourful words. "I know Lottie is a bitch, but I chose the easiest person who I could keep on hand for when I needed to try and stop myself from fucking things up with you."
Y/n swallows then biting her lip for a moment as her gaze flicks inside, presumably considering the fact that Max's silhouette is visible through the glass of the doors.
"We should probably go. Max was right, we shouldn't be doing this now."
And if there was ever a point Lando has been tempted to jump off a balcony. It was now.
There's a few beats of silence before she shifts forward and offers her hand, possibly her version of an olive branch to keep the peace for now.
"I just think we need to be sober." Y/n mumbles looking so completely relieved when Lando links his hand to her own allowing her to lead them inside, stopping when she sees Max. "We need to leave."
"Yeah-Yeah, let's go." Max nods pulling out his phone. "I'll just let everyone on the group chat. No point trying to track them down."
Walking out, Lando had forgot about Lottie and when he spots her once they're outside he can't help but curse to himself about it.
"Fuck." Lando mumbles as she walks up to them.
"Where the hell have you been?" Lottie exclaims making y/n's hand drop from his immediately.
"Sorry, we got caught up."
Lottie sadly has to come back with them because Monaco doesn't really have last minute options for hotels. Lando is certain you can't just randomly book for a room on the spot. So it's going to be an awkward night that's for sure.
-
"You could've said something." Y/n mumbles as she moves to climb in bed with Max since they're sharing the spare room.
"It didn't feel like my place to tell you...and you wouldn't have believed me." Max shrugs then pausing. "What are you going to do?"
Y/n doesn't answer. She considers answering. She considers discussing the whole thing for the whole night and forcing Max to stay awake through her every thought process. But she figures she'll save him from enduring that.
"I'm just going to the bathroom." Y/n mumbles since she needs to take off her make up and really get herself cleaned up from the night.
Though as she steps into the bathroom, Lando manages to slide in behind her and close the door.
"I don't want to wait, I'm sober enough to remember this." Lando states making y/n sigh and slump a little. "Y/n...I just want to know if I've completely fucked up and you're going to left here and never talk to me again."
"Lando, that would never happen. Even if you still acted like a dick before spilling your guts." Y/n murmurs using some cleansing balm after removing her false lashes. "I don't know how I feel about you Lando, it's just not as simple for me to say that I feel the same. Because I've always tried to stay away from even letting myself think like that."
"You realise, if you've had to stop yourself, then it means you have." Lando mumbles earning a pointed look. "I'm just saying."
"You've just said a lot tonight. I need...time to process and preferably time to process without alcohol possibly clouding my judgement."
"Well I'll help. Is it clouding your judgement in a way that could...change sleeping arrangements tonight?"
"You are not kicking Max out the spare room to sleep on the sofa." Y/n laughs already knowing exactly what is going to be suggested by him.
"Can I at least squish in with you guys? Lottie keeps trying to get in my pants and I'm not in the mood." Lando tries while she suppress a smile. "Not for her at least."
"I'm using Max as a barrier. He's squished in the middle."
"That's fine with me."
And it is, only because he's had to share a bed with Max and another person before and Max seems to try to get as far from Lando as possible during his own sleep. Which means y/n is like going to regret having Max take the middle spot.
After y/n finishes her skin care the two get out the bathroom and in time for Max to appear, presumably needing the toilet.
"What were you two doing?" Max questions eyeing them suspiciously.
"Lando was just begging to be in our bed, you're in the middle." Y/n smiles brightly, patting his shoulder as she walks past while Max looks at Lando in disbelief.
"Really?" Max huffs since he definitely feels like he's being dragged literally into the middle of something he'd rather not be involved in anymore than he already has been.
"Lottie keeps feeling me up, man."
"So you're going to sleep in bed with me and the girl you just confessed having been jealous about?" Max hums though it's really a rhetorical question but Lando just shrugs and manages a smile.
Eventually he finds himself laid in bed and when Max returns they are all pretty quick to fall asleep.
He does stir enough to hear y/n mumbling something to Max but only get something incoherant back. Then a shift, shuffle and thud a little while later.
"Max!" Y/n hisses making Lando groan while Max is unresponsive with nothing more than a slight grunt of his sleep being disturbed but not enough for him to actually wake up. "You two are the worst people to share a bed with. One o literally pushes me out of bed and Lando, you snore."
"Just come lie over here, he's out." Lando mumbles though he can't help but smile at her tired grumbling about his snoring. "Come on."
Y/n grumbles but seems too tired to argue as she moves around and climbs into the bed next to Lando so he's now in the middle raising the blanket for her to climb in and she drops down. Not even caring that Lando sort of takes the opportunity to cuddle her. Which might sound a little bad, but the two aren't actually strangers to cuddling as friends.
But even with him snoring behind her, she does manage to sleep better than being shoved out the bed by Max.
-
By the time y/n wakes up, she finds herself with her face completely pressed into another body. She's almost ashamed to say she knows for certain who it is purely from the smell and she sort of takes a moment breathing in the soft residue of his aftershave.
"Weirdo." Lando states making her her groan and roll away from him, or at least try to. "No. I'm sorry, I ruined the moment. Keeping sniffing me."
"No. I gotta-Lando." Y/n laughs as she's overpowered and dragged back against him. "Where's Max?"
"I don't know. Not in here with us." Lando mutters then pressing his face into her next as he takes the opportunity to return the favour of breathing in her scent. "You smell good."
"Thanks, the perfume is expensive." Y/n jokes but there's a wobbly nervousness on her tone. "Are you sure about what you said last night?"
"Yes." Lando states in a serious tone making her roll back to face him. "I meant every word and I still mean every word."
"Ok." Y/n nods lightly before swallowing thickly. "Ok."
"Ok means?" Lando nudges making her look at him, gaze caught for a burning moment before she almost twitches forward then back and while Lando has the temptation to finish the action, he just waits knowing not to push her if she's not sure.
But after a couple more moments pass she closes the space and the soft press of her lips on his own feels like she's just triggered an addiction he didn't even know he had. He can't even stop himself when he moves to pull her on top of him, not breaking the kiss.
Neither of them are even sure how long passes, neither of them even want to stop even if sex feels like it might be a step too far too quickly.
"As amazing as you taste-" is she trying to put him into cardiac arrest? "-but my stomach keeps growling...I'm starving."
"Ok, we can get something to eat." Lando laughs while she smiles and hides her face in his chest, laughing herself. "Yeah. We'll get something to eat. I'm hungry too now I think about it."
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Max must've been polite enough to show Lottie out or she left on her own accord. Lando will have to speak will her to make the situation between them clear.
"You know, I love your tattoos." Lando comments tracing over the curly writing on her thigh, having nudged the borrowed shorts up so he can access it. "Where's the 4 tattoo?"
Y/n had mentioned a while ago that she had a hidden tattoo for Lando's driver number but she told him he'd have to guess where it was or find it since it's not out in the open making it easy to find.
"Where do you think it is?" Y/n asks making him frown.
"The bottom of your foot."
"Oh god...no. But that might've been smarter though." She sighs before slumping down a little from her spot on the sofa, shuffling till she's leaning very much back, then she pushes the shorts down and reveals her hip where the number 4 sits. Actually in the style of the empty space that makes the number in his logo. No LN but the 4 makes him smile. "Don't look it like that. It was for your stupid brands video."
Yes. A Quadrant video that landed her with a tattoo. Max's idea obviously and he thought it was hilarious. But since it's not out yet, y/n said she didn't want to show him.
It was actually filmed pretty far in advance so the tattoo has healed but Lando still hadn't see it.
"That's so cool." Lando grins while she rolls her eyes a little since he's defintiely got some bias. "I'm inked on your forever now."
"Yeah, one of the reason I could never end the friendship." Y/n jokes before sighing and tilting her head. "We're going to be a pretty go couple."
"An improvement on being jealous of each other and constantly giving me a headache." Max comments appearing seemingly from nowhere. "I do like the tattoo though."
"Your idea. If you didn't like it. I'd tattoo it on your forehead."
"That!-is an amazing idea. We should do that." Lando grins looking at Max who fakes a laugh.
"Can you two go back to bickering?" Max questions earning a middle finger from both of them. "I'm just glad one of you did something about it. I thought it'd take y/n getting engaged for Lando to snap."
Y/n wrinkles her nose while Lando's smile drops to a more serious expression before y/n nudges him with her foot after spotting his change of mood just from the thought.
"Stop frowning, it didn't happen." Y/n laughs before sighing as she pulls the shorts back up to cover the tattoo. "I just hope the tattoo curse doesn't hit us in the worst way."
"You're not that lucky to get away from him because of a tattoo." Max comments and though he joking he does have a cushion launched at his head from Lando.
"Aww...don't be mean." Y/n laughs then grinning when Lando flops down against her in a hug. "You're just annoyed that you're the third wheel now."
"I was always the third wheel with the two of you. I wasn't as blind as you or in as much denial as him." Max smiles and though he might sound bitter, he's actually happy to see the two of them finally together. It's been far too long in the waiting. "I'll happily third wheel till P is around again."
Y/n only hums before being caught in another kiss from Lando that she can quite literally feel him smiling into. He's definitely kissing her to prove a point of Max being the third wheel. But she's certainly not going to stop him.
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No because that hurt me! Lando Norris x Girlfriend! Reader Part 1
Plot: Lando goes one step too far ...
Warnings: Mentions of Assault (From a random on the street)
Credit to purplephantomwolf for the GIF
"Hey baby!" you grin pulling your boyfriend of three years into a hug.
You'd met Lando randomly, you weren't a model and you didn't have a rich dad. You weren't at all famous, you had a private Instagram account that only really had some of the drivers that Lando introduced you to like Oscar and Logan, and then Max, Charles, Carlos and Daniel.
You actually house-flipped, and properly house-flipped. Not one of those super rich people who come buy a decent plot of land with a small little shack on it and turn it into their dream manor. You however have built you way up, you and the team you work with. You were a graphic designer/ architect so you would design the houses and draw a floor plan, helping the carpenters when showing them your vision.
It was a great job, that was incredibly flexible when it came to travelling with Lando. At first it was stressful, being his WAG and everything. People didn't think you spent enough time at the track and weren't good enough for Lando, but you did try to constantly attend every race you possibly could, which made Lando more than happy.
He honestly liked, kind of keeping you bubble wrapped in a way. His other relationships had ended because of the harsh media and the fans and he didn't want that to happen with you. But this sometimes would get suffocating.
"Hey" he grins at you, he roughly pulls you into a hug that you return with a laugh into his shoulder.
"I'm so so proud of you, for your first Formula 1 win!" you exclaim, kissing his cheek and he kisses your head. Reporters flood around you as well as the mechanics and you start to feel a little crushed. You see Oscar and Lily to one side and Lily nudges Oscar seeing the look on your face and that you're looking a little flushed and panicked.
Oscar manages to pull you out and you thank him, laughing along with Lily as you regain your composure.
"Are you okay?" Oscar asks.
"Yeah, I'm going to go wait for Lando on his driver room. He'll want to celebrate tonight I'm sure of it" you smile. You walk off, waving to people through the paddock before entering the Mclaren motorhome.
You sit patiently waiting for him to come and meet you in the driver's room, just scrolling threw TikTok and Instagram making a post about your boyfriends win. You were so happy for him that you felt like you needed to share that with your few followers on your main account. You also had an account for your house flipping, that was public and fans followed you on there instead, so you made a story to congratulate him on there as well.
You waited and waited for what felt like hours, until you stepped out of his drivers room not hearing many people around anymore.
"Hello?" you called out.
You walked out through to find only a few mechanics left still packing away.
"Hey guys, where's everybody gone?" you ask starting to help feeling bad that there was only a few workers left on site. You look around seeing some light coming from the other motorhomes but it was similar to here at Mclaren.
"Thanks for the help Y/N but you don't have too, everyone's left for the night!" he smiles at you and you stop confused.
"Everyone? Even Lando?" you ask confused as to why he hadn't come and seen you yet.
"Oh yeah Lando, left about an hour ago? Went back to the hotel with Max and Daniel i think" he admits as he walks with you.
"He didn't come looking for me?" you ask and the guy has a thoughtful look before shaking his head at you.
"Oh, erm okay. Well, I'm sort of stuck here, can i help you guys at all with packing up?" you ask, hoping that one of the mechanics would be nice enough to give you a lift.
"Sure, come on!" he advises before showing you he little pieces that you could help them pack away. You stayed until Mclaren were pretty much done, but seeing your phone blow up with millions of notifications you decided to check.
Message from Oscah - Where are you? Thought Lando said you were meeting us here?
Message from Lils Z - Girl, where you at. I need you here at the after party :(
Message from Maxie Fewtie - Lando's being weird, where the hell are you?!
Message from P - Y/N, i thought you were coming with me and Max to the club? Aren't you coming?
You then move onto Instagram checking all the stories from you friends. You could see Lando was already at the club, up at the DJ booth Max feeling with Daniel dancing behind him. In Daniel's story you see Lando lean into a girl at the club as she talks to him, nodding at whatever she said. It made you frown at first but he was DJing so it was probably a request. But still why had he left without you and not bothered to text you.
"I'm really sorry, I'm going to have to go guys!" you exclaim, seeing all the notifs.
"Are you going to be okay, how will you get back?" the mechanic asks worry etching on his face.
"I can walk, it'll be fine and good for me to get fresh air. I thought maybe someone would have realized I'm missing by now and come and got me. I'll be okay!" you smile before pulling the hood of Lando's hoodie up over you head.
You make the cold walk and halfway through when you start to feel uncomfortable with how quiet the road is you try to call Lando, he didn't answer making you sigh and tears brim your eyes.
"You alright pretty!" A man exclaims coming up to you making you freeze in shock. He grabs your arm, making you gasp loudly looking round trying to catch someone's eyes for help.
"You seem lost, let me help" he grins, gripping onto your waist, a weak whimper coming our your mouth as you attempt to push his hands away. His breath smells horrid and his hands are cold on your exposed wrist.
"Y/N!" A voice shouts and you turn round seeing the mechanic from earlier and two other guys in the car all glaring at the man.
"These your friends darling, or are you a little slut with three men at your feet. You come with me, I'd give you a better time than these little boys" he scoffs looking at them.
"Y/N, come join us in the car" the one driving directs, you immediately go sitting in the back next to the mechanic who was in the back. Tears were streaming down your face at this point and you just wanted to go home.
"Y/N, hey hey its okay. He's gone now your safe!" the one next to you exclaims, pulling you in for a hug.
"Please, please can you just take me to the club Lando is at" you admit looking at Dan who was the mechanic driving.
"Yeah, sure"
In no time he pulls up in the center of the city in the club you'd all discussed going too.
"Thank you, I owe you lunch or dinner or something for this" you say tears still running down your face.
"Y/N are you sure your okay?" he asks, and you simply nod before hopping out the car. You run over to the VIP entrance and hold up your ID to the man, he checks the list nodding and letting the rope down so you could go through. Your walk round the club, the loud music pounding in your ears as you look for your boyfriend.
You lock eyes with Lily and Oscar first and they rush over to you, asking where you've been.
"Where's Lando, I just want to speak with him" you sob, leaning into Lily's comforting hug, sniveling and wiping it with the hoodie cuff. Oscar guides you round to a booth that currently occupied, Max, Kelly, Other Max, Pietra, Daniel, Heidi, Lando and a few others. As you round the corner everyone notices Oscar's sudden appearance and then yours behind him.
"Lando, mate look who i found!" Oscar tries grabbing his attention but he's one of the only people at the table right now that hasn't got your attention.
"Oh... yeah cool, ill be there in a min" he says noticing it you but not taking anything in, you look over at Oscar tears welling in your eyes just wanting a reassuring hug from your boyfriend and for him to either help you calm down, or take you back to the hotel.
"L-lando?" you stutter, and everyone is looking at you in confusion having no clue what had happened.
"What Y/N, I'm trying to celebrate with my friends that actually bother to turn up..." he huffs, everyone had noticed that he had a semi sour mood tonight, and now they had started to understand why.
"Mate, look lets take this to the balcony!" Max says, taking Pietra's hand trying to get her to stand up so he can let the girl whose sat next to Lando and the boy himself out. He noticed the tear stains down your face even in the dim-lighting of the club the minute you came over, him and Pietra having shared a look.
"Nope, if she's got something to say, she can say it here..." he grins, even though he doesn't normally drink, he'd had to many drinks tonight and it was effecting him.
"Lando, you don't want to do this" Oscar, tries stepping next to you, making Lando scoff.
"Oscar's right mate. Not tonight" Max agree's.
"She's a big girl, come on Y/N tell me why you cant even be bothered to fucking celebrate with me? Huh? You know what your so fucking useless and I shouldn't have thought you'd care for something as big as this for me... your jealous...." he slurs his words.
"Fuck you Lando. Just... I hate you" you cry, everyone at the table stiffens as your mouth opens like a fish, as if you want to say something more.
"I'm done, We're done, I'm not coming home to Monaco, I'm going back to London" you add, before turning round and storming out the club. Out the front you found a sober, Alex getting George and Pierre into Charles car, while he got Lily in his own.
"Alex!" you exclaim running over to him, he see's you and waves before pulling you into a hug.
"Can you drop me to the hotel please?" you ask and he nods.
The minute you got back to the hotel, you locked the main door before entering the bathroom and scrubbing your body raw. You looked at your sleepwear options, you normally just slept in Lando's older tops... but of course you didn't want the thought, sight or smell of him anywhere near you right now.
You fell asleep pretty quickly considering what happened. Lando didn't disturb you, you assumed he went back with one of his friends and slept on their floor or sofa.
You got up early, wanting to get the earliest flight back to London that you could. You were packing up when a knock came from the door, and then the sound of a key card swiping before the door opened.
"Morning baby, how are you?" a voice asks that you didn't want to hear. You keep going on about your packing, leaving Lando's stuff alone.
"Getting an early start to head back home huh?" he tries again, Lando looked at you, with concern on his face. He hadn't spoken to Carlos before he left wanting to come straight to his girlfriend who he was confused as to why he didnt wake up in their room with her.
"Ah your a grouchy morning person, why don't we go back to bed for a little" he laughs, about to touch your shoulder to pull you up before you shrug him off.
"Don't touch me" you whisper, zipping your suitcase up.
"What's going on with you baby!" he asks, pulling your chin up so your eyes met his and he almost gasped in shock when he saw the tears streaming down her face.
"I'm guessing you don't remember much of last night?" you say trying not to sound angry.
"No, I think Charles and Pierre had me do shots straight away" he laughs a little before turning back seriously.
"Why?" he asks.
"Well considering I broke up with you last night ..." you glare looking at him before he stumbles back a little from the pure shock of the statement. He was about to ask if you were joking, nut seeing your face there was no joke there.
"What? Baby... no what happened?" he asks looking at you. You snivel and lean for a tissue to wipe your nose.
"Figure it out, because i need some space right now... you hurt me Lando... and I need time. This isn't the end I just need to think" you say, pulling your suitcase up before walking to the door.
"Please baby, lets just talk about this. I don't even know what i did..." he argues throwing his hands out.
"No... because you hurt me! And you need to apologize for everything said!" you say tears in your eyes.
"Maybe talk to Oscar, Max and those Mclaren Mechanics that stay late" you sigh walking out the door leaving a shell shocked Lando behind.
A/N: I'm so so so sorry, i need to write more fluff instead of all these angst pieces... and some smut i gotta delve into smut coz I'm a pretty decent spicy writer... so look out for that too.
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Sticky Fingers
Sebastian Vettel x Fem!Reader
Warnings: dad!seb, seb referring to himself as daddy, cheesy flirting, oral (m!receiving), the use of daddy in a sexual context, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding kink, hint to pregnancy kink if you squint, creampie, a touch of cum play, finger sucking, mommy kink but in a joking way.
Word Count: 2,112
Author's Note: would it really be me if I didn't start it off with my favourite dilf on the planet?? happy holidays to everyone who celebrates in whatever way you do and to those of you who don't, I hope you have a wonderful winter season!!
merry smutmas series
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Your husband spends his first Christmas at home since his retirement and he went a little.. a lot over board.Â
It had been a long year; Sebastian had been driving you mad as much as it was nice to have him home. A full year of retirement and Seb was making sure this holiday season was the best one yet.
Last year, after he retired, you had practically already gotten everything together for the holidays. Sebastian helped decorate and do activities with your daughter but this year, he was hands on from day one. He insisted you guys get a real tree as well as decorate the whole house from top to bottom. You couldn't count how many times he had you running to the store to pick up something for him and his newest holiday project.
Your daughter was upstairs in her bed, fast asleep with her messy blonde curls all scattered over the pillow when you checked on her. Sebastian had put her to bed while you had gone to take a shower.
Usually, you'd find him in bed by now or in the living room, finally working on the insanely long list of tv shows Charles had recommended to him over the years.
Tonight was different, the house was quiet and you couldn't seem to spot your husband anywhere as you made your way through the house.
A light peeked out from around the corner, the door to the basement slightly ajar and you pulled it open, slowly making your way downstairs.
You can see Sebastian from behind, the man freezes when he hears the creaking of the stairs. "It's just me," you announced, the man visibly relaxed, turning to smile at you.
"What are you doing down here?" You asked, finally making it down the stairs. "So secretive, are you jerking off?" You jokingly asked, Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Don't need to do that when I have you," he raises his eyebrows and it was your turn to roll your eyes.
"Whatever Seb," you laughed, "seriously, what are you doing down here?"
"Trying to wrap this," Sebastian steps to the side, revealing the massive box that was behind him. On the front was a photo of the doll house your daughter wanted.. the ridiculously expensive dollhouse that is. It's not that you two didn't get your daughter what she wanted but she had to earn it. Just because her father is who he is and the fact that he has money, doesn't mean she should get whatever she wants.
You raise her as a normal kid, not some spoiled brat who gets whatever they want.
You huffed, arms folded over your chest as you looked at your husband. "Sebastian, you didn't."
He glances between you and the dollhouse. "What?"
"Do you know how expensive that is?"
"Yeah duh, I bought it babe." He says as if he was stating the obvious, which he was.
He takes a step towards you, grabbing your arms to unfold them, "listen, I know you don't want me to just buy her whatever she wants but it's Christmas and she did really well on her first term report card, remember ?" Sebastian smiles at you, trying to justify his purchase.
You sigh, nodding. You always gave in, both he and his daughter knew as much.
You reach up, holding his face. "You're the best daddy a girl could ask for."
From the moment the words left your mouth, you could see the gears turning in his head. Sebastian's hands grab your ass, squeezing it when he leans in to give you a kiss. "I know I am," he whispers against your lips and you know he did not mean it in the same way you had said it.
Laughing, you lean back in your husband's arms. "Only you can make that dirty."
The man swings you in the direction of your couch, dropping you down on it before getting on top of you. "I'll show you dirty," he says, kissing you once again.
Your legs wrapped around your husband, holding him against you. Seb's lips are all over you, hands slipping between the two of you, pulling on the hem of his t-shirt until he stops to take it off.
"Don't look at me like that," he teases, pushing your shirt up to kiss down your stomach. "Like what?" You breathe, head tipped back into the cushions.
"Like you want to fuck me."
"I'd give you another baby right now, Sebastian."
The man freezes, looking up at you. There's a wicked smile on his face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you nod, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. Sebastian moves to between your legs, settling there for a minute as he presses kisses along your bare skin, following the trail from your hip, down your thighs to between them.
Your hand tangles in his blonde curls, giving it a tug and pulling him off of you before he can get to what he really wants. The man's brows furrow, looking at you. "Sweetheart," he huffs, fingers dragging along the bare skin of your thighs.
You give him a shove back with your foot, sitting up. Sebastian watches as you move him to sit and you move from the couch to the floor. Seb reaches for the pillow, dropping in front of you so you'd have some sort of cushioning; he knows even though this was your idea, you'd blame him for sore knees tomorrow.
"You're sure?" He asks, watching as your manicured nails tugs on the strings on his sweats. "Absolutely," you say, your eyes fixed on him as your hands rub up his thighs.
Seb watches as you lick your hand, his head tips back and a soft moan slips out when you wrap your hand around him, moving it up and down slowly.
His eyes don't move from you, watching your every move. His lips parted slightly, as if he was going to say something but he can't bring himself to. You lean forward, a hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other resting on his thigh. Sebastian groans, teeth sinking into his bottom lip when you wrap your lips around him.
"God-" he breathed, his arm hung over the armrest and his head tipped back into the couch.
His eyes flutter shut when you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down. You glance up at your husband; eyes shut, his hand reaching down to tangle in your hair - pulling it into a makeshift ponytail.
You move yourself up a bit, lips still around the tip and your hand quickly replaces where your mouth was. Sebastian finally opens his eyes, looking down at you again just as your tongue swirls around the tip.
His hips involuntarily buck upwards, forcing you down on him a little bit more. "Oh fuc- baby, do that- yeah." He's out of breath when he whispers the words.
That was a reaction only you could get out of him.
It was killing him but he forces himself to pull you up off of him, your hand wraps around his cock, moving it slowly. "What?" You asked, your tongue running across your bottom lip - the sight alone makes his cock twitch in your hand; you smile at the reaction.
"I was gonna cum."
"So? I'm not complaining." You tell him, leaning forward to rest your cheek on his thigh. Sebastian reaches down, his knuckles brushing over your cheek - red and flushed.
You looked so beautiful like this.
Sebastian smiles, "I know but.. what if I wanted to try for one more?"
"One more?" You asked, brows furrowed as you looked up at the man. It takes you a moment, your husband's glance was suggestive, as if you were meant to remember something - "Oh!" You giggled, sitting up straight now. "I mean.. yeah."
"So.." he grabs your arm, carefully pulling you up. "C'mere."
Climbing onto your husband's lap, you straddle him and your hand rests on his shoulder to balance yourself. Seb reaches between the two of you, his wrist brushing against your bare cunt when he goes to line himself up with you.
The slightest touch causes you to lean into him; watching him react to you sucking him off was enough to get you worked up.
"All for me?" He looks at you, kissing along your throat.
You hum, teasing him. "Not like I can say it's for your teammate anymore."
Sebastian smiles, his free hand on your hip as you sink down onto him. Your lips parted, his name slipped from between them. As much as he loved to hear you, he didn't want to wake up the sleeping child upstairs - he kissed you, muffling the sweet sounds coming from you.
You liked to be in control up to a certain point, Seb's hands rested on your hips as you bounced on his lap, setting the pace.
After a moment, Seb's hands begin to wander; this man could never settle, not even during sex. His hands move from your hips to the curve of your spine to the back of your neck, holding a firm grip there. You couldn't exactly move, not that you wanted too, but Sebastian forces you down, gently as always, to kiss you. You bite his bottom lip, giving it a gentle pull when he feels you clench around his cock.
"You're - fuck." he moans, making you giggle.
Your hand rests on his jaw, fingers tapping his stubble covered cheek. "I'm what, daddy?"
"You're evil," he mumbles, his hand on your lower back before he flips the two of you. You end up under him, legs wrapped around his hips.
A hand moves to behind his shoulder, your perfectly red nails dig into his pale skin, the marks you left matched the colour of your nails; very festive, you thought to yourself.
Seb's face is buried into the crook of your neck, kissing down to that one spot he knows drives you crazy. "Seb-" you cut yourself off with a moan when you feel his fingers on your clit.
"What was that?" He taunts, watching as your eyes close, back arched, his chest pressed to yours. His lips travel down to your chest, kissing over your tits and as far as he could go. Your nails dig into him once more, Seb feels you clench around him.
"Seb- I'm gonna, fuck-" you mumble and he hums in response, kissing along your jaw.
"Go on, I'm right here baby. C'mon, be good for me." He whispers, he grabs your hand, pulling it to rest on your lower stomach. "Can you feel that, hm? You'd look so pretty with a baby in you - fuck, drove me crazy last time."
You mumble something he doesn't quite catch but from the look on your face, you were going along with everything.
"Please Seb," your lips are on his, begging him for any and everything."
"Please what, sweetheart?" His eyes find yours, "what do you want? You want me to cum in you?"
"Let me make you a daddy again, Seb."
The man groans, your legs tightening around him. "Fuck, okay," he breathes, cheat heaving when you clench around him once more, the tighten knot in your lower stomach comes undone. You find yourself calling his name; the sound and sight of you was something Sebastian never wanted to forget. He finds himself following shortly after you, dropping down on top of you.
Seb moves off of you, pulling out in the process. A soft whimper slipping past your lips at the loss of fullness. He tsks, smiling to himself. His finger drags along your pussy, he watches how you react to his touch, pushing his finger into you to fuck what's slipping back into you.
Before you realize, his hands moved from between your legs to your lips. "Open," he tells you and you do, the man putting his finger between your lips, letting you suck it clean.
He smiles, watching in approval before you let his finger go with a pop. "Good girl," he whispers, holding your jaw when he kisses you.
Seb shifts the two of you, letting you cuddle into his side. His hand rubs along your side, your leg stretched out over his lap.
"You okay?"
"Perfect," you smile, your hand on his chest.
"Well, when we do get up-" he starts but you cut him off, already knowing where he's going. "I'll help you wrap it." You tell him, making him laugh.
"You're the best mommy a girl could ask for," he says and you make a face, laughing. "Doesn't work that way babe."
"Ew, no - I didn't mean like that, you freak."
"Oh shut up," you shook your head, reaching up to kiss your husband.
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Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.
So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.
Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.
Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.
Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).
Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"
And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?
Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.
The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).
Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.
"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.
"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.
"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."
"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"
"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.
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...right? â one-shot
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (modern!au)
summary: you're not sure of where you stand with eddie munson, but you're forced to confront your feelings after almost losing him.
word count: 3k
warnings: fluff and angst with a happy ending. jealous!reader. feelings of self-doubt. eddie munson is a sweetheart.
author's note: this one has been a long time in the making, and it may be a little melodramatic, but i'm doing a lot of self-projecting here, so be nice. thank you to @intrepidacious for reading it for me and giving me your approval <3 i'm sorry to all the girls named emma reading this, but i had to give that character a name.
We're performing tonight, if you want to stop by.
You'd been staring at this message for a couple of minutes now, unsure of what to do. You seemed to be in this dilemma a lot, as of late â to answer or not to answer, to show or not to show.
Too scared to show how you felt, but too scared to lose him at the same time.
Zoned out, you caught Robinâs hand flying in your direction from your peripheral. âStop looking at your phone!â
She snatched it from your hand, still open in your conversation with Eddie. Robin whistled when she took a look at your screen, âOh, I see. How are things with Mr. Headbanger?â
âYou're talking to Eddie?â Chrissy chimed in from her side of the bed, lifting herself on one elbow to see you better with Robin between you.
The three of you had been like this all night, spread out on Chrissyâs queen bed, a sequence of old romantic comedies playing on her TV. There was an empty pizza box on her fuzzy carpet, and a half finished bottle of wine next to it, the second of the night.
You groan, trying to get your phone back to no avail. âThings have been⊠well, I think. Too well. I guess I've just been waiting for the other shoe to drop.â
Then, it was their time to groan.
Your friends like calling you jaded, but you consider yourself a realist.
It's been a topic of conversation between you for years. Ever since your last relationship ended, after you'd been left for another woman, when you swore off love for good â at first, they thought you were just grieving, it would take time to heal, of course, but you never really did.
You don't think you've ever been anything other than an open wound, in that sense, even before your ex. The high walls that were meant to protect you eventually became a prison you couldn't get out of. A princess and a dragon, all in one.
That is until Eddie Munson came into your life.
No one's ever made you want to drop those walls as much as he does. You'd met him through Chrissy, whoâd been his friend since high school, and at first you thought he wasn't really flirting with you. He seemed to always be flirting with everyone, always getting a little too close. Until he asked you out, and you were still not convinced.
It could be a friend date. He could be after one of other friends. Maybe he was just passing time until he found someone better.
That was a few months ago, and Eddie hasn't gone anywhere.
He had a few shirts on your place, merch from various bands which you were growing fond of listening to them in his car. Shirts you would wear to bed when he wasn't spending the night, curling into bed with his smell on you. He'd made friends with your cat, and fixed your coffee in the morning the way you liked it, and left strands of hair loose in your shower.
A brave knight, that Eddie is.
Despite your closeness, and the honesty you see in his eyes whenever you're near him, neither one of you has put a name on what you have. It keeps you up at night, thoughts about calling him your boyfriend and have him laughing at your face. How could you be so stupid?
The thought of it brings tears to your eyes.
âWhat if that's it, though?â Chrissy interjects, with a gentle voice. Her small hand reached for yours, and gives it a reassuring squeeze. âWhat if there's no other intentions, no other shoe to drop? You have no reason not to trust him.â
âYou say that because he's your friend.â
âChris is right, babe.â Robin says, sitting straighter on the bed. âHeâs never given you any reason to think like that. You need to let yourself go, just this once.â
You sigh, and mumble something along the lines of âEasier said than done,â as you sit up and pull your knees to rest your chin on them.
âYou should go, by the way.â
Robin reaches to you with your phone in hand, handling it back to you. Her blue eyes are kind, understanding. Chrissy smiles from her place between you.
âOur local rockstar is waiting for you.â
You respond Eddie with a short omw <3 before your friends are pushing you out of your stupor, and into the street.
Theyâve already finished their set by the time you arrive at The Hideout.
You're dressed entirely inappropriate for a dive bar full of metalheads and middle-aged bikers, but you don't let yourself think too much about it because no one really notices you coming in, except for the bouncer who compliments you on your old college sweatshirt.
The night is well beyond starting. The bar is full, and it takes you a while to find Eddie, but when you do, he finds you immediately.
He's at the foot of the stage, talking to his friends. The rest of the band is around too, and you wave at them as Eddie makes his way towards you. The smile that pulls on your lips is uncontrollable when he, with an excited smile of his own, takes you in his arms, wrapping himself around you. âHi! You just missed the show!â
âI'm sorry! I was at Chrissyâs.â
You take a second to look at him closely. His wild hair is a little damp, and his Accept shirt has the sleeves cut off, which shows more of his tattoos. There's a studded belt on his hips, and you don't think too much before pulling him closer by it.
Eddie kisses you on the forehead, and his lips linger a little bit before pulling away. âDid you tell her I said hi?â
âForgot to. But next time I'll make sure to send your regards.â
When he's close like this, you almost forget your doubts. When his arm is around your shoulders and he's pulling you close, the smell of his cologne and the last cigarette he smoked before going on stage cling to you, and you cling to it in turn.
âGood, and make sure to arrive on time next time too because we played your favorite and you weren't here.â He pouts dramatically, putting one hand to his chest.
The gasp you let out matches it. âMetal Health? Eddie, no!â
âEddie, yes!â He shakes you a little, turning you in the direction of the tables. âWe played Quiet Riot, and you weren't here to see it. Have to say I'm a little disappointed, sweetheart.â
Walking along with him, you stop when you reach a vacant booth on the corner. Turning to face him fully, you leave a soft kiss on his stubbled chin. âI guess you'll just have to keep playing it, then.â
âDoes that mean you'll come to every show?â
There's no space between the two of you, standing chest to chest with each other. The rest of the bar disappears. âI might, if you'll have me.â
âBaby, I'llâŠâ
The bubble you find yourselves in shatters and breaks when Eddie stutters, and turns, because there is someone poking him on the back, disturbing your moment. It's a woman, asking to speak to him.
You don't really register what she's saying. All you know is that you've seen her around before, and you know she's friends with the guys. Eddie apologizes to you as he's being dragged away for a private conversation. âI'll be right back! Don't go far.â
Nodding, you remain frozen in place.
They don't go far, but you can't really tell what they're talking about, but her hand on his forearm, slowly rising to his bicep, tells you everything you need to know.
You don't realize it but you're shaking a little bit, cold sweat prickling through your suddenly frigid skin. There's a ringing in your ears, and a lump growing in your throat, but you can't stop yourself from looking.
He looks beautiful like this. The light from the now empty stage hits his figure from the back, making him look every bit like the rock god he's always aspired to be. The frizz on his hair creates a halo around his head, and you think you might faint.
To his credit, he doesn't get any closer to the girl. Doesn't flirt back. His smile is polite, and he maintains a sensible distance, but that's not enough to ease your mind.
He's only keeping a distance because you're here. Your mind says, always the traitor. You're holding him back. He could be making out with a different girl every night. Maybe he is. Maybe he is and you're none the wiser. Better walk away now. Go, before your heart breaks.
It's already breaking, and you're the culprit.
You almost don't notice Eddie return to you, as your visionâs gone blurry.
âSorry, Emma wanted to invite me to an after party. Told her I was busy.â There it was, his easy smile again. From a first look, you wouldn't think Eddie Munson smiles so easily, but it's always there, pulling on his full lips and showing off his dimples.
You would smile back, as usual, but it's like your face can't move.
âJust you?â You ask, âNot the rest of the boys?â
He laughs, but there's not much humor behind it. âJust me.â
âArenât you gonna say anything?â He is still grinning, raising one eyebrow at you, as if taunting you to speak up. Something rotten spreads through your insides, stirring them, rising like bile right through your opened mouth.
âSay what? It's not like we're dating, Eddie."
If regret could kill, you would be dead the moment you saw his face fall. Eddie's expressiveness is a double-edged sword â his happiness was contagious, but when heâs upset, there is nothing that could distract you from the way his bambi eyes plead to you.
You double down anyway, already feeling like a fool, but too stubborn to take back what you said.
"...right?"
âIs that what you think?â He asks, a pout on his pretty lips. âIs that what you want?â
âI⊠I don't know.â Your mouth is moving, but it's like you don't have control over what you're saying anymore. Like you can't even hear yourself, too taken by the dread that has taken over your body. âI think⊠What do you think?â
You throw the question back at him because you can't be the first one to say it. Because if he backs out, if you say what you really want â and it's him, he's all you've ever wanted, and the realization hits you like a punch to the gut â and he says it's never been quite like that, that he doesn't want you the same way, that he's just been passing the time, you would break.
Eddie looks away from you, then. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, âYou're not sure what you want, is that what you're telling me?â
âNo! No, it's not like that.â You almost choke on your own spit, âI'm justâŠâ
Scared. Of opening your heart, of rejection, of him leaving when he learns how much you want him, need him.
âIf you're not sure of what you want, I think you should take some time to think about it.â
âBut, Eddie, IâŠâ
âThink about it, and call me when you know.â
One of his hands goes to your shoulder, squeezing it, and briefly running thumb over the fabric of your sweatshirt. He's turning around before you can stay anything, the lump in your throat too big to allow you to speak.
The room feels like it's turning upside down as you turn the other way, towards the door. It turns and turns on its axis, and you almost lose your balance as you're making your way out. You wave halfheartedly at the bouncer, who waves back at you in the middle of his conversation with a green haired girl.
Walking home, you have time to think of what you'd just done.
As the tears roll freely through your face, and you wipe them with the end of your sleeves, you think of Eddieâs sullen face, once full of life, now transpiring his disappointment in you. You'd let him down, and it was all your fault.
In an attempt to protect yourself, you pushed him away.
You imagine him back at the bar, with the boys. With Emma, ready to console him after what you just did to him. The thought of it just makes you cry harder, trying to control your breathing as you get closer to your apartment.
You did what you always do. Leave first, turn your back, clam up back into your shell. You just never thought you'd do that to him.
It doesn't take long until you spiral.
You did all you could after you got home. Tried to breathe, but it only made you cry harder. Curled up on the couch with your cat, a brown tabby that curled herself right back into you, and cried until there were no tears left. Ignored your friendsâ messages on your phone, pretending everything was all right.
Tried to drink, but felt too sad to even open your fridge. Ran into one of Eddieâs hoodies hanging from the back of a chair in your room, and felt more tears coming, but no strength to cry.
Everything in your room reminded you of him â your unmade bed where he'd be lying on if you didn't screw up, the fantasy book he'd let you borrow on your bedside table, a polaroid of the two of you with your arms around each other serving as a bookmark.
You pick your phone, and it rings and rings. He doesn't answer. In a moment of panic, you leave a message instead, pacing through your room on your bare feet, still wearing the clothes you went out in. The cat on your bed follows your movements with her eyes.
âHi, Eddie. I⊠You might not even want to hear from me right now, and I get that. Really, I do, but⊠You just need to know I know I fucked up. I didn't mean to do you like that, I didn't mean to say those things to you.â
Your voice trembles, just like the hand that's holding your phone to your mouth, but you keep going, âOf course we're dating, we've been dating for a while now. I was too scared to say anything because we never put a label on it and I thought you didn't want anything with me, I guess I just didn't want to be the first one to say it in case you decided this wasn't⊠that I wasn't⊠what you wanted.â
There's a few seconds pause as you take a deep breath, and release it in an anguished sigh. âWhat I'm trying to say is⊠that I like you. A lot. Have since the beginning. And I understand if you didn't want anything to do with me anymore because of what I just did, but⊠if you still want to talk, I'm⊠I'm still here, okay? I'm still here.â
When you're finished, you throw your phone back on your bed, and wait.
You're still pacing around the house, a mug full of tea in hand, when you hear your phone vibrating on your bed. You almost don't pick it up, but you do anyway.
Two notifications from Eddie.
Can I come over?
Are you still up?
Hands shaking, you answer with a simple Yeah. Keyâs on the carpet.
The clock on your screen says it's 2:22 AM.
You hear your door opening not too long after that, the spare key turning on the lock, as you're sitting on the couch, writing like a kid that's to be scolded when their parents come home. The mug of tea is half empty at your feet, and now cold, just as your nervous hands as Eddie comes through the door.
Wearing a Metallica sweatshirt, an older one that you've borrowed before, one you know how soft it feels on the skin, he comes in and silently closes the door behind him, leaving the key on a small ceramic plate by it.
You cave in before he can say anything. âI'm sorry.â
Your chin is wobbling again, but you swallow it down, not wanting to make a scene. Eddie comes closer, and sits next to you, careful not to kick the mug that you left carelessly on the floor.
âNo, I'm sorry. I should have said something, I should have told you what you meant to me sooner. You know⊠I've been calling you my girlfriend to everyone but to the person who matters the most.â
âEveryone?â You repeat, âEveryone who?â
âThe guys. At work. WayneâŠâ
âYou told your uncle I'm your girlfriend?â The word feels foreign in your tongue, but not unpleasant. Eddie looks sheepish, but the corner of his mouth twitches and lifts just a bit, one of those dimples you love making an appearance in your dimly lit living room.
âYeah. Like I said, everyone but the one who matters the most.â
There it is. That earnestness, pouring through him, warming you up from the inside out.
âAnd I guess⊠Am I the person you mean?â
âWho else would it be?â He's tilting his head now, kind eyes aimed at you. You huff a weak laugh, them, relief hitting you in waves. Not thinking too much, you throw yourself at him, hugging him by the shoulders, and folding your legs under your thighs to be closer to him.
âI'm still sorry, though. Sorry that I made you think I had doubts, or that IâŠâ
Eddie doesn't let you finish, shushing you with a hand on the back of your head, and another wrapping around your waist, keeping you in place. âIt's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry too.â
âSince we're both sorry, does anyone have to be sorry at all?â You mumble into his shoulder, taking in his smell through his clothes. It soothes you more than anything can, along with his voice vibrating through his chest, and the warmth of his body clinging to yours.
âI think we can discuss the details in the morning.â
He seals it with a kiss to your temple. You and your boyfriend sleep on that same couch, and in the morning, there is nothing left to say.
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â GOD, FORGIVE ME
mean!ellie williams x innocent!reader
a/n: i also posted this on my ao3: baptismsbaby
warnings: reader is an extremely innocent christian girl, blaspheming, corruption, drug dealer!ellie, petnames (pup is used in case anyone doesn't like that), fingering (r! receiving), belittling, toxic!ellie, oral (r!receiving), virgin!reader
creds to elliesgalaxy on pinterest for the picture of ellie.
wc: 5.2k<3
part two here
You breathed a sigh of relief as you entered the gates of Jackson on your horse. You had just finished up patrol and was ready to collapse in your bed. You looked over at Dina and smiled. âMan, Iâm happy to be home.â
âMe too,â Dina agreed with a laugh. âThings got too intense out there.â
âYeah, luckily I was there to save your life.â
Dina scoffed. âOh, shut up. I had it but of course, you had to show off.â
You hopped off your horse and led it to the stables, passing it off to the man on duty. âHere she is,â you said. âGet your rest, Ginger!â
Dina said goodbye to Japan, running to catch up with you. âHey, I forgot to mention but Jesse said he wanted to throw a party tonight. Itâll be small, not too many people at all.â
You raised an eyebrow. âA party? Really?â
âYeah, itâll be fun! Jesse and his friends got some liquor and cups from Seth. Perfect timing too since everyone has the weekend off.â
âDina,â you began. But before you could continue, Dina cut you off.
âIâm not saying you have to drink with us! I know youâre a good little Christian girl,â she joked.
You frowned. âHey, thatâs not nice.â
âPlease come,â she begged. âIt wouldnât be fun without you.â
âWhat exactly do I bring to the table? Itâs not like I can do anything,â you said.Â
Dina stepped in front of you and placed her hands on your arms to stop you. âListen, just please come and stay for at least half an hour. If you want to leave, you can. I wonât stop you or try to convince you to stay. I wanna have a good time with my friends and youâre one of my favorites. Please donât let me suffer with all of Jesseâs friends. Theyâre⊠too male, almost.â
You sighed in defeat. âUgh, fine! Iâll go if you really want me to.â
Dina clapped her hands in excitement. âGood! Come, I have some clothes you can borrow thatâll look real nice on you.â
You groaned as Dina pulled you by your hand, taking you to her place. She couldnât contain how happy she felt. You never came to parties with her. They were rare and usually happened once every couple of months. Usually, you wouldnât give in to Dinaâs begging. You would just go home, curl up with a book and fall asleep before the party even began. Dina would come over the next day to tell you all the âsinfulâ things that went on. You didnât understand what half of the things she said even meant, you were far too sheltered growing up and focused on reading the Bible most of the time.
âWhoâs all gonna be there?â you asked as you walked inside her house.
âWell, I know Jesseâs whole group of friends are coming. Then thereâs you, me, andâŠâ she trailed off, looking away. You tilted your head to try and catch her attention. She fought hard not to look your way but you still kept trying to make eye contact until she finally looked at you. âEllie,â she almost whispered. You sneered at the mention of the Williams girl.
âUgh, I shouldâve known,â you murmured. âOf course Ellie would be there.â
âSeriously, why do you two bicker so much?â Dina asked. âItâs like watching two kids fight over a toy. Or⊠really, more so like watching someone yell at a puppy for no reason.â
Your face fell. âOh no⊠am I the puppy Dina? Please, donât say Iâm the puppy.â
Dina bit her lip and shrugged. âI mean⊠your comebacks are⊠something else.â
âWhat? Are you saying I canât be mean?â
Dina couldnât hide the smile growing on her face as she tried not to laugh. âYou once said âbless your heartâ and that youâd pray for her.â
You scoffed as she broke into fits of laughter. âHey, âbless your heartâ is the worst insult to receive where I come from! Sorry I felt bad afterwards and told her Iâd pray for her!â
âOh, Iâm just messing. Itâll be alright. Iâll tell Ellie to cool it. I honestly donât think she means anything by it. Youâre just easy to tease,â Dina said as she made way to her closet. She pulled out a black longsleeve and extremely short shorts. âHere, wear this.â
You made a face at the outfit. âIs that not a bit⊠much?â
âLoosen up a bit! I think itâll look real nice on your figure. Make the girlies pop out a little,â she said with a wink.Â
You undressed and put the outfit Dina gave you on. She was right but left out the fact that the shorts revealed too much, your ass practically hanging out. The shirt fell just above your belly button. Dina gawked at the sight of you. âHey, you should dress slutty more often.â
You couldnât help but to admire yourself in the mirror. You were big on dressing as modest and comfortable as possible. You didnât realize you had curves until now. âWow⊠I think I kinda like this?â
âWhat can I say, Iâm a genius,â bragged Dina.
-
You and Dina arrived at the party an hour later. Jesse opened the door and stopped in his tracks. Dina grinned. âI know right?â
Jesse looked you up and down then back at Dina. âWow, Iâm impressed,â he said, complimenting the both of you. âCome in.â
As you walked in, everyone stopped and stared. âHoly shit, you clean up nice!â one of the boys exclaimed. You shifted and looked down at the ground, too anxious to look at anyone. You were way out of your comfort zone but a part of you sort of enjoyed it. Your eyes wandered over to the couch where Ellie sat. She was rolling a joint, paying no mind to you.Â
Dina walked over to her and leaned to whisper something in her ear. You stood there, watching Ellieâs face twist in disgust. You tried reading her lips, it looked like she said your name followed by the word âsensitive.â Dina smacked Ellieâs shoulder. Ellie began searching around the room until her eyes landed on you. Her eyebrows went up before turning to Dina. You couldnât see her lips anymore but saw a smirk grow on Dinaâs face.
Everyone took a shot and headed towards the couch. You followed, sitting on the ground next to Dina. You were kinda mad that to your right was Ellie, who now sat on the edge of the couch so the guys could sit next to her. She was so close that you could smell the soap she used. Ellie looked down at you, holding the joint out. Before you could decline, she passed it to the guy sitting next to her instead. âShit, I forgot,â she said. âYouâre too good to smoke.â
You glared at her smug face. âI donât think Iâm too good to smoke.â
âWell, youâre too good to drink.â
She reached over to grab an unopened bottle from the table. She grabbed two glasses and poured the liquor into each one. âIâm not too good to drink either!â you exclaimed, defending yourself.
Ellie chuckled. âRight,â she muttered. She went to grab the shot but you grabbed it first, downing it quickly. You coughed as it burned your throat.
âWoah,â Ellie blurted out sarcastically. âYou took one shot, cool.â
You grabbed the other glass angrily and downed it too, slamming it back down on the table.Â
âJesus!â said Dina, grabbing your shoulder. âTake it slow, you donât wanna get sick.â
At this point, the joint had reached Dina. She passed it to you to pass over to Ellie but you took a hit instead. You inhaled the smoke deeply and blew it out without coughing. You handed it to Ellie who had a playful smirk on her face. âWow, I think Iâm actually impressed.â
âWhatever,â you uttered, standing up to leave the circle. You went into the kitchen to take another shot. For some reason, you felt you had to prove to Ellie that you werenât just a goody two shoes and that you could have fun. You knew that in order for the Jackson dealer to take you seriously, you would have to commit.Â
After a couple shots, you slightly stumbled back to the circle. Dina looked concerned until you giggled. âOh, boy. This is great,â you slurred, your eyes heavy from the weed. Dina laughed and wrapped an arm around you. âFinally! Iâve been waiting for you to let loose!â
You looked up at Ellie, who was looking further down than your face with furrowed brows. She looked back up and quickly turned away. âLightweight,â she said.
âOh, shut it, Ellie,â you snapped. âJust for a second could you please just shut up!â
Ellie laughed. âGood Christian girl suddenly thinks sheâs the shit all cause she took a hit off a blunt and a couple shots.â
Everyone groaned, tired of the constant arguing between the two. Every time they were in a room with them, Ellie would make fun of you until you couldnât take anymore and left. They knew Ellie wasnât fully serious, she liked picking on you because she thought it was hilarious that you couldnât take a joke. But part of her started to despise you without her knowledge. Everyone loved you. You were sweet and would pray with anyone who wanted to pray. You would give back to the community and greet everyone who walked past you. Ellie thought it was all an act and grew tired of it.
You, on the other hand, never liked Ellie. She was a dealer who spent all of her free time smoking pot and sleeping around. You didnât think that was any way to live. You hated the influence Ellie had on your friends. Everyone thought she was funny. You couldnât understand why.
âLetâs play never have I ever!â Dina suggested, an attempt to break the silence and to lessen the tension that built up in the room. Everyone agreed and put all ten of their fingers up. You followed along, waiting for someone to start.
âOkay,â Dina started. âLoser has to go streaking.â
Everyone cheered. You frowned, unsure if you still wanted to play. âBut!â said Dina, causing everyone to be quiet. âUsually, youâre out if you put all your fingers down. But⊠whoever is left with the most fingers up is the loser.â
You nudged Dina, giving her a look. âYou know Iâm gonna lose,â you whispered. Dina shook her head. âDonât worry about it. Just lie.âÂ
âIâll start,â said Jesse. âNever have I ever⊠made out with someone on patrol.â
Everyone put their fingers down except you.
âNever have I ever⊠had sex during patrol,â Dina said. Almost everyone put their finger down. They looked at you, waiting for you to say something. You decided to take Dinaâs advice and start lying to avoid being the loser.
âNever have I ever snuck out.â
You put a finger down along with everyone else. Ellie scoffed. âYeah sure,â she muttered. âNever have I ever had sex.â
You put a finger down, knowing that wasnât true. Ellie kicked your knee lightly. âWow, youâre getting some? Tell me, who?â
You looked over at Dina, your eyes wide as you tried to come up with a lie. Some girl who passed through Jackson? Some girl you met before Jackson? Your head started to hurt trying to come up with an excuse.
âWho?â Ellie asked again. âWhoâs the lucky guy?â
âGirl,â Dina corrected. âSheâs not attracted to men.â
You nodded, not really caring that Dina had outed you. You knew that you were surrounded by people who wouldnât judge. Except for Ellie, even though she wasnât straight herself.
Ellie looked genuinely shocked. âReally? Whoâs the girl?â
You shrugged. âIâm not gonna name drop.â
âBecause this girl isnât real,â said Ellie. âLying is a sin. You would know. You just donât want to be the loser.âÂ
âHey, itâs not fair to lie,â one of Jesseâs friends complained. Suddenly, everyone started whining about how it was against the rules. Either you say who it was or admit that youâre lying. You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment. Ellie was grinning but it went away when she saw tears in your eyes.
âIâm teasing, man. Chill⊠donât be a crybaby about it.â
âFuck you, Ellie,â you spat out. A few people gasped, including Dina. She turned to Jesse, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt guilty for suggesting to play the game and for telling Ellie to be nice. Dina realized it just made her pick on you even more.Â
Ellie wasnât sure what to say. She wasnât mad but she wasnât feeling good about the situation either.
âYouâre a real piece of shit,â you continued. âAlways throwing religion in my face, being mean, just⊠why? Why target me? Iâve always been nice to you even though I have never, ever liked you! So, fuck you, Ellie!â You sighed, running a hand through your hair. âI knew better. I shouldnât have come here when I found out you were gonna be here too. Just give it a rest, Ellie. Grow up!â
You stood up and brushed your shorts off. You faced your friends who all sat back quietly, avoiding your gaze. âSorry for ruining your fun, guys.â
You stormed up the stairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. You collapsed on the bed, your head spinning. You felt awful for how you reacted but felt she deserved it. You were worried you ruined the party until you heard music along with everyone singing loudly.Â
You heard a knock on the door. You got up, cracking it open. You were expecting Dina but felt your stomach drop when you saw Ellie. You tried to shut the door but Ellie stopped it with her hand, shoving her way inside and slamming the door shut and locking it. âIâm not here to bitch at you, I want to talk to you.â
âYou really want to make things worse?â
âYouâre right. I am a piece of shit,â Ellie hissed. âI know I go too far teasing you but you take everything seriously!â
âYou donât know me, Ellie,â you mumbled, too afraid to speak up in case your voice cracked. âI wonât lie and say that I ever cared for you. I donât like the way you choose to live your life but I still was kind to you. You never gave me a chance.â
âBecause you act like youâre better than everyone!â
âHow?â you shouted. âAll I want is to make friends with everyone, spread a little peace and love in this shitty world! Itâs comforting to me, Ellie! I donât think Iâm better than you or anybody. I enjoy making others happy and you enjoy making people miserable. Actually, just me. Because I have never seen you do this to others. You hate me and I wish you didnât! I hear how Dina talks about you and I see how you laugh with your friends and Iâm jealous. I know I couldâve liked you had you been friendly with me. Because I was angry at myself for judging you so quickly. It was wrong of me. But of course, I was right!â
You turned away from Ellie and sat down on the bed, your arms crossed over your chest. âI felt I had to prove that Iâm cool,â you continued. âI thought you would stop for just one night if you saw how cool I can be.â
âYou want the truth?â Ellie asked.
âYouâre always truthful. So, I might as well say yes even if I donât really give a shit.â
âI meant it when I said I was impressed earlier.â
You scoffed. âSure.â
âI canât even take two shots back to back like that.â
âStop teasing, Ellie. I am convinced that being torn apart by infected is less stressful than dealing with you.â
âJust shut the fuck up and let me talk, okay? Iâm leading into something.â
You flinched at her raised voice, slowly looking up to see her facial expression harden.Â
âIâm jealous of you,â she admitted. âIâm jealous that you can still believe in something and that you still care when everything is so fucked!â
You stood up, walking towards Ellie as she spoke. âIâd give anything, anything, to be that way. I had bitter feelings towards you. I think I wanted to tear you down so you wouldnât be so⊠sweet. Giving, caring, everything I never could be.â
You watched her face closely, trying to figure out if she was telling the truth.Â
âI fuck girls like you and ignore them so they can hurt. Maybe I want the world to suffer with me,â said Ellie. âBut I couldnât do that to you. Youâre too⊠good. I had to find another way.â
You paused as you connected what she said together. âWait, you wannaâŠ?â you trailed off, too shy to say it.
Ellie scratched her neck awkwardly. âWell, I did⊠but youâd never do that.â
âI might have,â you said, almost feeling ashamed of how bold you were being. You never would have thought this sober but Ellie was really pretty. If the circumstances were different, you knew that she would be your type.Â
Ellie was taken aback by your statement.
âWhat?â Ellie questioned.
âNot now, since I know you wouldâve ignored me.â
Ellie stepped closer to you, eyeing your body up and down. She thought you looked good tonight and couldnât help but to peek at your tits when you werenât paying attention, or your ass when you were turned away.Â
âI⊠know I wouldâve back then,â Ellie whispered, getting even closer to you. She stood above you, watching as your face turned red. Your heart sped up. You wondered why your panties started to feel a bit wet at the sight of Ellie looking down at you. You usually never got turned on. Ellie was right, you were just a good Christian girl who didnât do anything. You never even tried touching yourself. Since you were breaking the rules now, you thought maybe you could break some more and pray for forgiveness later.
âIâm not so sure now,â Ellie continued, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. âI never knew you were hiding that under all those baggy clothes.â
âA-Are you saying that in a bad way?â
Ellie shook her head. âWhen I first saw you earlier, I told Dina I kinda wanted to fuck you.â
Your breath hitched. âWhat did⊠Dina say?â
âThat if I was nicer,â she said, stepping closer so there was almost no space left between your bodies. âI just might get to.â
Ellie caressed your cheek slowly. âAm I nice enough now, pretty girl?â
Your panties were soaked at this point. Your body trembled, afraid that you wouldnât know what to do since it was your first time. Even though ten minutes ago you didnât like the girl, you suddenly wanted nothing more than to be underneath her.
âI really⊠was lying earlier,â you mumbled.
âI know you were.â
âYou donât care that Iâve never⊠had sex before?â
Ellie smirked. âIâm glad youâve never been fucked before. I want to be the one who corrupts you. I want everybody who fucks you after me to be a disappointment so you come crawling back. Youâll never find better than me, not even your own hand.â
Ellie leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. You pulled away to speak. âI donât even do thatâŠâ
Ellie chuckled. âReally? Little church girl donât know how to please herself?â
Usually, you would get mad at Ellie for saying stuff like that. Now, her insults just made you throb even more.Â
âHave you even kissed before?â
You bit your lip shyly and shrugged. âNot⊠really. When I was 13, a boy tried kissing me and I didnât kiss back.â
âAw, poor pup,â Ellie teased, running her fingers on the exposed skin of your tummy. âI get to teach you everything.â
Finally, Ellie collided her lips with yours. She was super gentle, placing her hand on your cheek and brushing it with her thumb. You melted in the kiss, pressing your thighs together to ease your aching cunt. The friction made it feel even better, causing you to release a soft moan into her mouth. Ellie pulled away, smirking at the noise you made. âI wanna hear more of that.â
âI donât know what Iâm doing,â you admitted. âI donât know if I can do anything to make you feel good.â
âYou want me to fuck you, donât you?â
You hesitated a bit before nodding. Of course you wanted that. You were just scared that youâd be bad at it since you had zero experience.
âThen let me fuck you. I get off to getting you off, understand?â asked Ellie.Â
âY-Yes.â
âGood girl,â Ellie praised. âLay down, baby.â
You obeyed and laid down onto the bed. You watched as Ellie slowly took your boots off and dropped them onto the ground. âLift your hips up for me?â
You lifted your hips and let Ellie pull your shorts off. Ellie bit her lip at the sight of your white cotton panties. She could see how soaked they were. âLook at that,â she breathed. You closed your legs to hide yourself but Ellie pulled them back open, holding your thighs down so you couldnât move. âFilthy little girl,â she cooed. âWhat would God say about this?â
Your breathing started to grow heavier. âI-I donât care what He would say,â you whined.
Ellie held back a moan that threatened to escape her lips. She pulled your panties off and threw them behind her.
âFuck,â she groaned. âYour pussy is so pretty.â
She tugged at your shirt until you got the hint to raise up. She lifted the fabric over your head and dropped it on the floor. You were completely naked while Ellie was fully dressed. She rolled her sleeves up, her eyes never leaving yours. She crawled on top of you and started making out with you passionately. Without pulling away, she started to unbutton her jeans and took them off swiftly. She shoved her knee against your dripping cunt, eliciting a squeal from you. She placed her hands on your hips and guided them up and down so you were grinding on her.
âJust like that, baby. Good girl.â
You started to moan louder, Ellie covering your mouth and shushing you. âAs much as I want to make you scream, you donât want anyone to hear and interrupt us, do you?â
You shook your head no. âWill you be quiet for me?â
âYes,â you whimper.Â
Ellie pressed her knee harder on your pussy. You started to go faster, mewling and biting your lip to keep quiet.
âSuch a good girl. You listen so well,â Ellie complimented. She took her knee away and brushed a finger up your slit. Your body jolted at the feeling. âYou want me to taste you baby?â
âPlease,â you almost cried out, desperate for whatever Ellie planned on doing to you. Ellie moaned at the sight of you squirming. She loved watching you unfold beneath her. To think she ever hated you was beyond her at this point. She wished she had done this sooner as she admired how beautiful you were.Â
âSay it,â Ellie demanded. âUse your words, pup.â
âE-Ellie, pleaseâ you begged. âF-Fuck me.â
Ellie tutted, shaking her head no. âI plan on fucking you anyway. I want you to beg me to eat you out.â
You were confused. Youâve heard Dina say that Jesse would âeat her outâ but you werenât sure what it really meant. Ellie saw the confusion on your face and laughed. âWow, youâre too innocent.âÂ
You started to sit up but Ellie pushed you back down softly. âI know what youâre thinking. I didnât mean it that way,â she apologized. âItâs okay that you donât know what that means. Iâll show you baby. You want that?â
You nodded. âYes, please show me.â
Ellie leaned down between your thighs and started peppering kisses all over them. You reached down to grip her hair as her lips got closer to your pussy. She flicked her tongue across your clit once and looked up at you. âDo you understand now, pup?â
âMm, yes Ellie.â
She smirked. âYou want me to continue?â
âPlease?â
Ellie chuckled as she went back down to your dripping cunt, licking it all up and swallowing. She savored the taste of you, going back down for more. You grabbed the pillow beneath your head to put over your face in an attempt to muffle your moans.
Ellie stopped and yanked the pillow out of your hands. âThey turned the music all the way up finally. You donât have to be quiet anymore. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.â
Ellie pressed her tongue against your clit and went back and forth between a circular motion and flicking it. You nearly screamed from the pleasure, your hands grabbing Ellieâs hair to pull her closer. She moaned against you, speeding her tongue up. She brought a hand up to play with your nipple, squeezing and pulling on it. Ellie used her free hand to gently push one finger in. You yelped, yanking Ellieâs hair harder. She pulled away and licked her lips. âToo much baby?â she asked, out of breath. You shook your head no and pulled her back to keep going.
Ellie loved how tight you felt. The feeling of you gripping around her finger made her want to bend you over and fuck you with a strap. She wished the party was at her place so she could have used all the toys she had on you.
A feeling began to build up in your stomach as you trembled harder. âE-Ellie!â you moaned, bucking your hips upward as you got closer and closer to cumming.
âCome on, baby. Thatâs it. Be a good girl and cum for me.â
All of the sudden, your body began to convulse as your orgasm hit you hard. Ellie slowly fingered you, riding it out until you pulled away from her. She brought her finger up to your mouth, forcing it open and shoving it down your throat. You sucked on her finger with a moan.
âSuch a good girl,â Ellie praised, elated with how quickly you catch on.
âWow,â you mumbled, out of breath from all the noises you made. âNever in a million years did I think Iâd lose my virginity to you.â
Ellie sent you a sly smile. âI never knew Iâd take it.â
You raised up slightly, leaning against Ellieâs shoulder. âAre you still going to be mean to me?â
Ellie sighed. âNo, baby. Thatâs all over now.âÂ
âGood. Do I put my clothes on now?â
âWhy do you have to ask for my permission?â Ellie questioned with a laugh.
You giggled. âWell, I like⊠asking you.â
âWell, then no. I think I want to fingerfuck you some more. Can you take that?â
You froze, looking up at her with a fucked out expression. You were exhausted but didnât want your time with Ellie to end. âMhm, I think so.â
Ellie leaned back a bit and grabbed you. âCome lay in my lap, baby. Ass up.â
You complied and laid down, arching your back in excitement. Ellie rubbed her hand over your ass, squeezing tightly as you moaned. âTell me, did you pray for me?â
Before you could ask what she meant by that, she shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt. You yelped as she fucked you with them slow and hard. âThat one time when you got mad at me for making fun of you, you said youâd pray for me. Did you?â
Ellie sped her movements up as she went deeper inside you.
âFuck!â you yelled out, trembling and kicking your feet at the feeling.
âAnswer me, pup, or Iâll stop,â Ellie threatened.
âYes!â
âYes what, baby?â
âYes! God, yes, I prayed for you!â
Ellie went even faster as you got closer to cumming again. âAtta girl, such a sweet pup. Praying for a sinner like me.â
âEllie! Fuck! I-I prayed for you everyday!â you babbled, unable to speak without getting interrupted by your own sounds of pleasure.
âYeah? Told God how bad you wanted me? Told Him all your dirty thoughts, you filthy slut?â
You moaned louder, bucking your hips up towards Ellie . âYes!â
âYouâre gonna ask for forgiveness, arenât you? Like the good Christian girl you are.â
âMm, yes, Ellie,â you whined, your orgasm about to take over you.
âThen ask, baby, ask.â
âGod, forgive me please,â you said in between moans as you finally came undone for her. The force of you cumming shook your entire body and made your eyes roll to the back of your head. You couldnât help but to repeat Ellieâs name until you started to come down, your body almost collapsing onto her lap.Â
âGood girl.â
Ellie helped you up onto your feet, your legs shaking. âLet me help you get dressed,â she offered.
As Ellie helped you into your clothes, you couldnât help but feel awful. âEllie? Did I⊠make God mad at me?â
Ellie stopped, placing her hands on your shoulders and staring deep into your eyes. âWho could be mad at an angel like you?â
You blushed, removing yourself from her grip and tugging your shirt over your head. You put your shoes on next and sighed, looking up at Ellie with a tired smile. âDo we say anything?â
Ellie shook her head no, quickly fixing your hair so it wasnât obvious what happened. âJust say we talked and you forgave me. I had one hell of an apology,â she uttered with a goofy grin. You laughed softly.
âSo, youâre not gonna ignore me, right?â
Ellie wrapped her arms around you for a second before stepping back, eyeing you up and down while heading towards the door. Your heart stung, wondering if maybe Ellie didnât mean what she said before.Â
âCome by tomorrow night,â said Ellie as she turned the knob. âIâll fuck you so good that you wonât question me again.â
Ellie left you standing there, your mouth open in shock. You waited a couple minutes before heading downstairs to the party.
âHey,â you heard Dina call out to you. She grabbed your hand and looked at you with concern. âI shouldnât have said anything to Ellie. It just made her worse. I begged her not to talk to you but-â
âDina,â you interrupted. âShe explained herself and I explained myself. Weâre all good.â
Dina looked surprised. âWhat? Really? You forgave her?â
You looked behind Dina to see Ellie back on the couch, staring at you with a grin as she puffed on her joint. You smiled at Dina and nodded. âOf course I forgave her. Her apology was genuine andâŠâ
âWhat did she say?â Dina pressed on.
You shrugged. âI canât remember everything she said but it was one hell of an apology.â
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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 12
pairings: lionesses x reader
summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.
part: twelve
part one here
⊠âââ ⊠âââ âŠ
THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM
the REAL karate kid
HOLD ON
I FELL ASLEEP AND THIS IS
WHAT I WAKE UP TO
Y/N BAE WHAT IS THIS đ
elton
OMG LESSI
MY MEMES SKILLZ ARE FINALLY
RUBBING OFF ON YA
stairway
still cannot believe this tho y/n đ
neev
neither đ
willybum
the betrayal đ
the REAL karate kid
y/n just so you know, we are not okay đ
lotte
đ
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
so um ....
neev
Y/NNN
YOU'RE ALIVE
HOW WAS THE DATE
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
he never showed up
got stood up đ
elton
oh
stairway
that is so sad
willybum
that truly is terrible to hear
the REAL karate kid
very sad
neev
that really sucks
meado
you idiots!
atleast be nice and pretend to actually feel bad!
ignore them y/n
i'm really sorry to hear that
he didn't deserve you at all
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
thank you beffy đ„ș
it's fine
gonna thrive in my single life forever i guess đâ
stairway
well y/n
i'm free tonight đ
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
so am i đ
willybum
absolutely not
we have our semis tomorrow
you're not going anywhere
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
that is very unfortunate georgia đ
maybe one day
stairway
đ
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
you know
now that i'm getting better
at my woso knowledge
do a few of your teammates just
not like messaging?
bcuz there's a few not on this chat
neev
hold on a sec
you're right!
chloe, esme, kirby, turner and zelem
aren't even in the chat
staiway
you forgot to add them ??
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
and you guys just realised đđ
elton
shhhhh
i'll add them now
elton added ona batlle
elton
oh nuggets
the REAL karate kid
HELP
elton
i am walking
and eating a donut
and i accidentally clicked
on the wrong person
willybum added katie
willybum
do not trust ella to add people
to this chat anymore
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
omg
hey ona!
kie
oh my days
ona batlle
hello! :)
i am not on the england team?
earpsy
you qualify to be here anyway
don't ya worry
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
ona, may i just say
you are very peng
stairway
Y/N.
neev
peng đđ
ona batlle
i am not sure what that means
but i can only assume that it is good
so thank you!
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
do you think i'm peng?
ona batlle
yes sure!
of course!
stairway
đđ
katie
ur ugly
elton
hey katie!
nice to see you too
katie
i was talking to you
elton
that is not nice
katie
neither is being friends with you
elton
i am not sure where this attitude
has come from
willybum
i love this new zelem
katie
i hope you fall in the shower
willybum
i take that back
katie
HAHAHA
HELP
neev
WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING
katie
HAH WILLYBUM
THESE NAMES đđ
and i'm not katie zelem
meado
i cannot believe how you guys keep doing this
you added katie mccabe not zelem
elton
OMG
IT WASN'T ME
IT WAS LEAH
I DIDNT DO IT THIS TIME
rusty metal
you literally added ona earlier ...
willybum changed the name katie to mccard
mccard
was that name really necessary?
really?
willybum
yes.
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
OMG
THE KATIE MCCABE
ILY
mccard
hello y/n â€ïž
willybum
absolutely not
stay away from our y/n mccabe
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
OMG CAN WE ADD STEPH CATLEY TOO
I LOVE HER
the REAL karate kid
HUH
stairway
hey hey hey
you're supposed to be the
lionesses' biggest fan
what is this betrayal
neev
yeah đđ
mccard added steph
meado
STEPHYY
hey girl!
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
OMG OMG
NO ONE MOVE
steph
katie did you add me here to get
attacked bcuz i'm aussie?
and heyy beffy!
mccard
not this time :)
steph
national diving time?!
help đđ
the imposter aka y/n â€ïž
omg hi!!
ily
you're amazing
steph
aww thank you y/n!!
stairway
look toone
what have you done
everyone's stealing y/n away from us now
elton
how is any of this my fault?!!
the REAL karate kid
it is
neev
it is
lotte
it is
willybum
it is
earpsy
it is
brightness
it is
daily
it is
stairway
it is
rusty metal
it is
meado
it is
mccard
it is
elton
i hate you all so much
⊠âââ ⊠âââ âŠ
part thirteen here
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You are such an awesome writer đ„č I love seeing you show up on my timeline!
I'm not sure if you are taking requests rn and totally ignore this and I'm so sorry if you are not and sorry to bug you.
I am so obsessed with bombshell bau reader with our boy Spence. I was thinking like maybe established relationship this time where the team goes out to the bar again only this time her and Spence are actually together so she's just really cute and even more cling. Maybe her and Emily or one of/all of the other BAU girls are being wild goofy drunk girl and reader is extra flirty with Spence but not at all smooth and Spencer is just like âyou're a menaceâ ? But like in a sweet adoring way đ?
Again no pressure at all and I hope you are feeling better from the rude requests and enjoying your time off school, lots of love xxx
thank you love, and thanks for your request!! ⥠drunk!reader
The last time you'd been to this bar in particular, you and Spencer were strictly friends. He was still styling his hair straight and wearing sweater vests, and the idea of being your boyfriend was a fantasy. A brilliant, never-going-to-happen work of fiction.Â
âMy boyfriend is the prettiest man alive ever in the history of planet Earth!â you declare, climbing up on one knee in the booth beside him, your cherry spritzer tipping over the glassâ rim. It races down your naked arm to your elbow and drips from there to his thigh. âHave you seen him?âÂ
âSure, I've seen him,â Morgan says, rolling his eyes.Â
You wrap your arms around Spencer's head from the side and kiss his forehead. You shift as you do, forcing your lips up into his hair, leaving behind an accidental raspberry smear of lipgloss. âThen what's the problem?â you ask.Â
âI don't know,â Morgan says.Â
âI know what it is,â Emily says.Â
âMe too. Rhymes with indoctrination,â JJ laughs.Â
You put your glass down hard on the table, arm still held proudly behind Spencer's neck. A lot has changed since the last time you were here, but the way he looks up at you hasn't budged. He has a sick, all encompassing crush on you, and seeing you now turns it into a dizziness he can't shake, almost like he's had a few too many drinks with you. Your eyes are glassy, grounded but wet, and your eyelashes pinch together in the corners as you bring your gaze down to his. âIt's love,â you say.Â
Everybody laughs. Spencer just keeps watching you watch him, his palm to the small of your back to prevent a fall.Â
âIt's love!â Penelope echoes, shepherded by Hotch, too many drinks between them both. âMy favourite lovebirds! I brought your drink, beautiful.â
âThank you, gorgeous.â You take it eagerly. Spritzer sloshes over the bumps of your fingers.Â
âSit down,â Spencer suggests.Â
You give him brief googly eyes and sit down. The booth is a three sided square, with you and Spencer on one arm, Rossi, JJ and Emily against the back, and now Morgan, Penelope and Hotch opposite. It's a full troupe tonight, a rarity, and you and Penelope decided early on that the best way to celebrate would be to drink whatever you liked and in egregious quantities.Â
Hotch is perhaps doing the same. Spencer can't tell. But all in all, everyone's having a good night, especially you.Â
âDid you hear that? He's so nice to me,â you say to no one in particular, your fitted blouse sparkling in the light as you lean back, your hand finding his thigh. âSpencer, what's on your pants?âÂ
âOh, I wonder?âÂ
âYou're not blaming me, are you?â Your voice is as stickying as you can make it, and drunk as a skunk you may be, but you maintain your talent for flirting.Â
âDid I say that?âÂ
âBecause that wouldn't be very, gentlemanly of youâŠâ You lean in too close. Your talent remains. Your subtlety suffers a different fate.Â
He leans in like he might kiss you and says, âYou're a menace.âÂ
âWhat's that supposed to mean?âÂ
In front of all your friends and coworkers. âIt means I'm cutting you off,â he says, sliding his hand between you and your glass.Â
More laughter. You throw hurt looks at them all and Spencer picks up your cherry spritzer. You're baffled, but a smile dripping in sickly sweet love spreads over your lips as he drinks it. âFine, I'll share,â you say.Â
âThank you,â he says, putting it out of your reach as he leans in to kiss you, cherry lingering on his lips.Â
You kiss him back gently, and then a little harder. He eases you away. Arms snuck once again around him, you squeeze until his ribs cry out in protest and make yourself comfortable on his shoulder.
âYou're not mad at me, are you?â he asks, head angled down to offer a tender smile.Â
âI love you so much I've decided not to care.â You lift your head. âYou're too nice to be mad at you,â you whisper. âAnd I love you.âÂ
âYeah, you've mentioned that.â He rubs your arm. He's so in love with you, he doesn't think to blush at his part in your PDA.Â
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not sure if youâre taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but theyâre kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party đ
Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33
cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠906 words
Youâre aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like youâre aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, theyâd been trusting you to follow those instructions. But youâre also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it.Â
So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but thatâs nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that youâre alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups.Â
âAnd youâre so nice to come tonight,â sheâs saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. âI canât tell you how muchâuh oh.âÂ
You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Mareleneâs unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.
âHappy birthday, Marls,â he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. âHey, sweetheart. Letâs go home, yeah?â
âJamie,â you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. âWhat are you doing here?â
âEveryone hereâs been posting, and youâre in the background of half the pictures.â His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. âYou know youâre supposed to be resting,â he says softly. âCâmon, letâs go.âÂ
Youâre glad that heâs here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldnât be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage.Â
âI havenât drank anything but water,â you say. âThatâs gotta count for something, right? And look.â You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs youâd put in before arriving. âIâm being careful, see? Iâm alright, Jamie, and itâs Marleneâs birthday. Letâs just stay, both of us, okay?â
James looks nearly apologetic. âRemus and Sirius are waiting in the car.âÂ
You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the driversâ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach.Â
Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You canât look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marleneâs, stretches out between you.Â
True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it.Â
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â
You sigh. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYou have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud musicâsay, the sort of things youâd find at a partyâwould only make things worse.âÂ
Normally, youâd argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you canât muster up the energy.Â
âI know,â you say.Â
Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though heâs upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marleneâs and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary.Â
âDo you feel sick?â Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that youâre still in trouble.Â
You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. âA little.âÂ
âWeâre bringing you to our place to rest.â Itâs not a question. âWe can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?âÂ
Itâs worse that heâs being kind to you. Youâd been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability youâve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. âYeah, I think so,â you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, âIâm sorry.âÂ
Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin.Â
âWeâll talk about it later,â Remus says, a bit more gently. âFor now, just try to relax.âÂ
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paradise city || joel miller
AO3 || MASTERLIST || FREE PALESTINE
pairing : guitarist!joel x f!reader
summary : when you and your friends go out to a bar to see a local band gig, you canât help but notice how the guitaristâs eyes somehow keep finding you in the crowd.
tags : M-18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak AU, i imagine joel is in his early 40s, no age gap mentioned, mention of readerâs breakup, mentions of alcohol consumption, joel starts off a little shy but truly there ainât nothing shy about this man, size kink (kinda?? a little bit??) oral (f! and m! receiving), unprotected p in v sex, dom!joel, joel gets a little possessive (youâll see what i meanâŠ), praise kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare ofc
fic playlist : https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0afpHjoOFylI01OTbV5jol (picture joel playing during the guitar solos in every single one of these songs đ)
WC : 7.9k⊠(no one look at me. not a single soul.)
a/n : 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL !! i apologize in advance for all the song lyrics iâve scattered in this fic⊠i opted to make a playlist of the songs i think joelâs band would play but there were just too many good ones to pass up and i was losing it a little bit đ« also, shoutout to @joelsdagger for constantly yapping with me about this idea and letting me tease her about this absolute menace of a man and also @haileymorelikestupid for beta reading for me đ„čđ it feels extremely fitting to post a joel fic on international womenâs day where he fucks you so good, so i hope yâall enjoy !! <3
You and your friends have had a week.Â
Deciding you all needed a night to let loose and have fun together, your friend Erica found out about this place hosting a local rock cover band called Fetters Whiskey and thought it might be nice to come see them.
Earlier, you had all piled into the Uber and were headed out, a low girly chatter filling the car. The three in the back harped on about their spouses and all the little things that annoyed them.Â
âHe left the dishes in the drying rack!â âShe helped me clean a little too well and used all the cleaner, now weâre all out!â
The complaining did help them destress a bit.
You and Erica were in the second row captainâs chairs of the car, the three in the back doing their pregame de-stressing. âMakes you rethink the whole marriage fantasy, huh?â she jokes, looking over at you playing with the rings on your fingers.Â
You look up and breathe a laugh. âYeah, I guess so,â you say with a weak smile.
âWell⊠have you had any luck finding anyone?â she asks sweetly, sincerely. Genuinely hoping someone has caught your eye.
You had a pretty nasty breakup a while ago, probably about eight months by now. You two had been dating for a while and the breakup honestly seemed to come out of nowhere, like some switch flipped one day and nothing was really the same. Your friends stuck by you through every up and down you had. You felt really lucky to have them.
âNo. not yet,â you tell her.
âWell, maybe tonightâs your night,â she says with a friendly smile. âYou deserve to unwind and let loose a little, yâknow what I mean?â You breathe another laugh. âYou do!â she exclaims, hitting your shoulder.
âYeah, well, I guess weâll see,â you say, the rest of the car ride seeming to fly by, a part of you kinda hoping sheâs right.
The bar is crowded.Â
You walk in, snaking the group between the crowd and making your way near the stage towards the back of the bar, men and women alike all brushing bodies the closer you get to the stage, drinks in hand, friends chattering away, everyone waiting for the show.Â
Two of your coworkers disappear to fetch everyone a drink while you and the others stake claim on a little area near the stage. A couple of guys are on the stage setting up the instruments and making sure everything is plugged in right, the lights dimmed enough to not really draw much attention to them. Itâs not long before the others join them on stage and start playing. The girls return just in time, handing out the drinks as the music starts.
The band is pretty good (youâre not sure what you were expecting, but youâre more than pleased with how good they sound). They play some fan favorites like Wanted Dead or Alive and I Love Rock ânâ Roll, and they mix in some random fun songs like Play That Funky Music.Â
The drummer is clearly in his own world, head moving at a velocity you would think could give him whiplash. And heâs absolutely killing it, hitting every beat with fervor. You can feel the strikes of the sticks on his drums in the center of your chest.Â
Another guy seems to be the swiss army knife musician: pretty good at almost everything, filling in wherever heâs needed depending on the song. One minute, heâs playing his keyboard and the next, heâs busting out a trumpet, and the next, heâs busting out a guitar. And no matter what heâs playing, heâs playing it with passion.Â
The lead singer clearly loves all of the attention he gets. Heâs feeding off the crowdâs energy like a cat lounging in the sunlight, basking in every cheer and whistle and fist pumping in the air from the crowd. He practically lives at the edge of the stage, crouching down to sing with the girls but backing up to sing and dance with his bandmates too, bringing them in on some of the harmonies and tying the whole show together.
But by far the unsung hero of this group is the lead guitarist. He hides off to the corner, leg posted up on his amp with the body of his guitar resting slightly on his thigh. He looks down at the instrument carefully watching his fingers strum each cord perfectly, furrowing his brow in concentration during his solos and lifting his head up to the sky. He looks like he feels every note in his blood, expressing it through the expert strum of his fingertips on the strings. He doesnât have a mic and the singer doesnât make him sing alongside him very much, but you catch him mouthing all the words and getting into the singing as well.Â
Heâs a particularly pretty man and your eyes linger on him more than the others, always finding their way back to him, and always during the more raunchy lines of the different songsâŠ
Well, I am imagining // A dark lit place // Or your place on my place
Iâma paint his town red // Then paint his wife white
But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my gears // By now, no doubt weâre heading south // I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth
âŠbut who can blame you when he has such a reserved, cool vibe. Plus, did you mention that heâs really pretty too?
And maybe itâs the couple of drinks getting to you more than you thought, or maybe youâre just crazy, but it seems like every time you look at him, heâs looking away from you. Like heâd been staring and you caught him. You swear he starts to look ever so slightly more flushed, but itâs practically impossible to see with the colored lights flooding the scene. No, you think, thatâs crazy. Youâre standing in a crowd of people, thereâs no way heâ
âHey, I think the guy on lead guitar keeps checking you out!â Erica exclaims over the loud music and singing crowd.
You turn and look at her, eyebrows raised before you turn back to the stage. He does it again, averting his gaze the second he sees you look and you feel a flutter in your chest. He really is checking me out, huh?
You keep staring at him, waiting for him to look back in hopes that youâre looking away. When he lets his eyes wander back to you, youâre still staring. This time, though, he doesnât look away. His eyes wonât let him now that youâve caught his attention â like a fly in a spider web.
He turns his body ever so slightly, facing your direction more than anyone else as he plays the rest of the song. The lights focus on him, colorful spotlights of red and blue illuminating his face as he positively shreds his guitar solo. His fingers expertly tap dance across the neck of his guitar, his other hand working double time to strum on beat and hit every single note. You watch in a complete daze as he finishes, sealing off his musical escapade with the smuggest wink right to you.
He put on a show. All just for you.
Something stirs in your belly, a low heat kindling as the band continues to play. Their next song â god, their next song⊠â really puts the icing on the cake.
The jack of all trades band member busts out a sound board, the sampled sound of a snare drum filling the space, a warped, funky-sounding instrumental following.
You let me violate you // You let me desecrate you // You let me penetrate you // You let me complicate you
The guitarist shares a mic with the guy on the sound board, offering back-up vocals for the song. Heâs getting a little bold now, you think.
I broke apart my insides // (Help me) Iâve got no soul to sell // (Help me) the only thing that works for me // Help me get away from myself
Heâs locked eyes with you the whole time, changing the tides of who is winning this staring battle for dominance. Each second his gaze stays on you, you feel smaller and smaller, completely at his mercy. He backs away from the mic, preparing to play and licking his lips in a manner obviously made to make you even dizzier than you already are.
I wanna fuck you like an animal // I wanna feel you from the inside // I wanna fuck you like an animal // My whole existence is flawed // You get me closer to God
He glances back at you from his guitar, a smirk decorating his face before he turns to keep playing the song. Youâre in a complete daze. Heâs clearly won this battle, and you donât even know what to do with yourself anymore.
You have to have this man.
Erica caught a some of his little show for you, watching him wink at you and the way your features fell to a focused stare at him. âGirl, get a room next time!â she teases and all you can do is smile back.
When the set is over, you and your friends walk back towards the bar, not wanting to leave just yet. You claim a few of the tiny standing tables, again gathered with Erica at one while the other girls try to cluster around another.
âSoâŠâ she starts, giving you a look of anticipation.
âSoâŠ?â
âWhat the hell was going on between you and that guitarist?â she asks, her tone of voice high with excitement.
You laugh, looking down and shrugging your shoulders. âI honestly have no idea,â you say, shaking your head and blushing a little thinking about his little performance. âI thought I was crazy until you said something.â
âWell, whatever it was, you should go for him!â she encourages.
âPlease,â you scoff and laugh, âyouâre ridiculous.â
âNo, Iâm serious! While you were having your little⊠whatever you were having, I was watching the whole band, and the other guys werenât doing what he did. And he didnât look at anyone else the way he looked at you.â
You stare at her, a blush creeping up on your cheeks and that small fire in your belly growing a little bigger, a little hotter.
Erica looks up over your shoulder, âOh my gosh, there they are!â
As if on cue, the band walks through one of the back doors. Having just put away their instruments and whatever other equipment they brought. They saunter in, hair wet from the sweat of performing and lifting all their stuff back into their van. Trailing behind the rest is that damn guitarist. He scans the crowd before he sees you, his expression opening with a bit of an urgency as he quickly finds the bar to grab a beer.
You turn back to Erica, mouth dry and nervous. âPlease, you have to go talk to him,â she practically begs.
âNo, I- I canât. I donât even know what to say,â you plead. âIâm so out of practice.â
âOh, quit it. I saw you looking at him first. You had him going before he got bold with you. You still have game, go get that man!â she says.
âI donât know, Ericaââ you start, but youre quickly caught off by a tap to your shoulder. You turn around and itâs him.
âHi,â you say, desperately trying to hide the nerves threatening your vocal chords and smile genuinely at him.
âHi there,â he says. God, his voice is so deep. You couldnât hear it in all of its beauty before, but it has a bass to it that rumbles in your bones.
You stare blankly at him for a second before you finally pipe up, âUm, that was a good set you guys played.â
âThank you,â he chuckles, looking down at his beer and leaning against the edge of the table.
Erica watches with wide eyes before announcing, âWell, Iâm empty. Iâm gonna go get a refill, okay?â She winks as she walks away leaving you and this mysterious guitarist alone together.
You turn your gaze back to him and fully take in his features now. His eyes have their own glow to them that persists even with the dim stage lights littered around this bar. His hair is patchy from sweat but still sits pretty. His strong features demand your eyes and youâre unable to look anywhere but him.
He extends his hand out to you, âNameâs Joel.â
âHi, Joel,â you say, shaking his hand and telling him your name. He echoes it and it sounds beautiful off his tongue. âListen, I--â
âYâknow, youâve got one of those faces that stands out in a crowd, anyone ever told you that?â
You shake your head, âNo, not necessarily.â
âWell trust me, weâve played our share of shows and none of them had a pretty girl like you in the audience catchinâ my eye every two seconds.â
You blush, starting to gather your mind back from the sudden thrust into a conversation with who you think might be the prettiest man youâve ever seen in your life now that youâve had time to really study his features up close. âYouâre no different yourself,â you offer.
âHow so?â
âIâm just saying, youâd think the prettiest member would be the one front and center, not tucked in a corner by an amp.â
His eyes bounce back and forth between your own not breaking contact as he takes another sip of his beer. âI donât want just anyone lookinâ my way, I guess. You gotta work to see this pretty face.â
âPretty, indeed,â you agree, stepping ever so slightly closer to him. âYou put on quite a show up there.â
He leans down just a bit, closing the gap between the two of you even more, âWell, I did have quite the eager audience, didnât I?â he asks.
You stare at each other for a moment before Joel starts, never breaking eye contact, âListen, I donât really do this⊠but I also donât get distracted like I did tonightâŠâ
You inch closer to him. âYeah?â
âYeah⊠your friends bring you here?â he asks and you glance at the other table where Erica lingers around your other friends and theyâre all looking your way, trying not to be obvious and failing miserably.
âNo, we took an Uber.â
âWell, what do you say to savinâ that money youâd pay for an Uber and lettinâ me take you home instead?â
Am I really gonna do this?, you think. Call it a gut feeling or whatever you may want, but the way Joel is looking at you, the way he put on a show just for you, how he spotted you in the crowd to strike up a conversation⊠Erica did say I need to unwind and let looseâŠ
You grin back at him, âWhose home are we talking about?â you ask.
âI think you know, darlinâ,â his tone drops low and deep.
A shiver runs up your spine, that ever-growing fire in your belly burning hotter and hotter. âCome on,â he says, taking your hand in his, making it look miniscule in comparison, and walks you towards the back door he came through earlier. You glance back to the bar, the girls still watching and Erica flashing you a smile and a thumbâs up.
Joel leads you to his truck, opening the passenger door for you. You see the backseat loaded with what must be his personal equipment before his door creaks open and he sits inside, the whole truck bobbing from the sheer size of this man.
He pulls you closer across the bench seat until your legs are touching, his hand snaking around your waist as you relax against his figure and his hands trace your sides.
âI meant what I said, yâknow. That you stand out in a crowd.â
You turn to look at him as he quickly glances at you and you slowly bring your arms up, one landing behind his neck while the other cups his face. You slowly, softly, tenderly kiss the spot where his jaw meets his neck leaving open mouth kisses all over. He tilts his head to the side just a little, humming at the feeling and settling his hand right at the swell of your hip, pulling you even closer into his side and squeezing just a bit.
The drive isnât long at all. He pulls into a parking spot lining the side of the road and once the car is safely in park, he grabs your face with both hands, kissing you deeply. You hum into his mouth, not expecting the sudden movement, and melt into his lips. His soft, warm lips. Your hands trace his body, the two of you unable to get where you want to be from sitting in this truck.
You pull away from him. âTake me inside.â
He immediately leaves the truck urging you to hop out on his side, offering a hand to help you out but not letting go even typing the code for his apartment and after you walk through the door.
You giggle as he pulls you up the stairs of his complex, the two of you itching to have your hands all over one another. You reach the top and he twirls you around in his grip, grabbing you with one hand by the hip and the other cradling the back of your head. He kisses you with an insatiable hunger, like his life absolutely depends on it, as he backs you up until youâre pinned to the door with his entire body pressed against you.Â
He fumbles with his keys for the lock to his apartment door, lips locked onto you, eyes closed, lost in the soft sweetness of your lips. He snakes a hand behind the curve of your back to brace you as the door swings open and he pushes you inside.
Your hands tangle in his hair grabbing the soft, damp strands unable to pull him any closer but wanting every inch of him in your mouth, on your lips, practically in your skin. You bite his lower lip making him moan a little into your mouth and your hands reach around to his face, wanting to stay lost in the ocean of his tongue and cheeks forever.
He pulls you back and you whine, already missing the warmth and taste of his tongue, but your disappointment is short lived. âGod, darlinâ⊠Need to have you.â he says, voice low and completely feral as he grabs you under the swell of your ass and you jump into his embrace. Your hands wander back up to his hair, pulling and grabbing as he trails his kisses down your chin, your jaw, your neck, soft sounds escaping his lips with every tug and whimper you give him.
His legs mindlessly take him to his bedroom, knowing the pathway instinctively. His mouth leaves your body for just a moment when plops you down at the edge of the bed, but heâs right back on you in an instant, reaching down to the hem of your top. You lift your arms for him to pull it off and he removes it in one fluid motion. He moves his hands to the clasp of your bra next. âThis okay?â
Your chest aches with these little moments of tender sweetness from him and you nod, letting him remove your bra and he does so with skill, not fumbling for even a second as he tosses it to the floor.
His eyes immediately dart down, taking you in. Heâs all but drooling, his gaze burning hot against your skin. He sinks to his knees taking one tit in his mouth and sucking on your nipple. Your hands immediately run through his hair holding him onto you and humming at the feel of his mouth on you. His other hand grabs your other tit, massaging it and thumbing your growing bud before redirecting his mouth to the other side too.
His hands drop to your sides and run up along your ribcage trailing towards your back, closing you in and burying his face into your neck peppering kisses and licks and nips there.Â
âI gotta have you, babyâŠâ he mutters into your neck. âLay back on my pillows up there.â
You do as youâre told, lounging against his pillows and the headboard of the bed as he pulls his shirt off over his head and crawls up to meet you, hooking his hands in the belt loops of your jeans. He looks up, his gaze silently asking for permission and you nod. He pulls them down along with your panties in one smooth motion. Â
You didnât think about how worked up you had gotten until your hot core, slick with your arousal, meets the cool air of the room sending a chill across your skin. You watch as Joelâs eyes widen slightly at the sight of you, subconsciously licking his lips and softly grunting at the thought of diving in.
You open your legs wider, inviting him in and he settles between your legs, his arms hooking under your thighs locking you right where he wants you, all spread and open for him.
He immediately gets to work, unable to hold back anymore and expertly licks through your folds. His warm, wet tongue feels amazing on you as it dances across every nerve ending down there, each one sending fireworks across your skin. You whine and lean back, lifting your hips up to meet his mouth and squirming under his face.
His hands gently rub your thighs while he drinks you down, his nose occasionally hitting your clit making you whine. He draws flattened circles with his tongue, the surface area hitting you just right.Â
âYes⊠fuck yes, that feels so goodâŠâ you moan.
He moans back, unwilling to leave you for even a moment and he keeps going. One hand falls from your thigh and you keep yourself open for him as best as you can when you feel his thick, calloused fingers teasing your entrance. He slides his middle finger in easily, so he adds his ring finger too, curling up and finding the softest parts of you. But God, are his fingers huge.
Your walls constrict squeezing his fingers and you leak more slick all over his palm. His other fingers flay across your lips and ass, gripping you slightly and heâs got you locked down.Â
His tongue continues at your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you, the tips curling up and stroking you perfectly.Â
âRight there, Joel⊠right there⊠donât stop⊠please, donât stopâŠâ You feel yourself getting closer and closer, the flame burning in your belly all night erupting into a wildfire and igniting every inch of your skin. You feel a tightness start to grow in your belly, inching down your insides as he keeps going, and going, and going, never letting up and reveling in each twitch of your body.
You look up and see him lying flat, his hips subconsciously moving against his boxers and jeans and sheets, getting himself off just from your taste. Finally, he opens his eyes, dark with lust and locks his gaze with you with one especially deep push and curl of his fingers and another wink. That fucking wink.Â
âFuck⊠fuckâŠ!â It sends you over the edge. The coil snaps and a warm flood fills your body spilling out onto Joelâs hand and into his waiting mouth. He grunts and whines, his tongue never stopping, not even for a second, as he drinks every ounce of your slick getting drunk on your juices.
He only pulls away when you pull him off by his hair, a single line if your arousal still connecting him to you and a groan leaving his lips as he lets you go. You fall back onto the pillow, legs collapsing from their own weight and twitching from your orgasm, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
Joel sits up licking his palm and bringing his fingers up to your mouth, jaw slacked and panting. Your mouth closes around his fingers and he groans, âThatâs it, good girl,â he coos and you hum around his digits.
When you fully come back down to Earth, you canât help but chuckle in the afterglow of your orgasm. Joel rests on his heels gently stroking your knees and you cover your eyes with your forearm, one big sigh leaving your lips. âI guess I should have expected a guitar player to have some skilled fingers,â you joke and Joel chuckles. âThat was so fucking good.â
âYeah, well, Iâm not done with you just yet, pretty girl,â Joel teases, holding out his hand to help you sit up. You do and he meets you with a sweet kiss, his hands cupping almost all of your face as he kisses you sweetly.
When he pulls away and you open your eyes, you notice another amp sitting in the corner of the room. This one looks old, unused, and the cable management could use some work, to say the least.
Joel follows your eyeline. âWhatcha lookinâ at?â
âThatâs a lot of cables for a little speaker like that,â you say, following the tangled mess of wires scattered on the floor. âWhy donât you use that one?â
âJusâ got old. Bought a new one and I didnt need it anymore.â
A depraved idea pops in your head and the question leaves your lips before you can even fully think it through. âThose wires⊠how strong do you think they are?â
Joel looks back at your face, eyebrow cocked up slightly, âWhat d'ya mean?â
Your bashfulness catches up quick, a shy blush pricking your cheeks. âI mean⊠just the outside looks braided, almost⊠it kinda looks like⊠I donât know, kinda like a ropeâŠâ
His face softens, a look of intrigue spreading across his gaze. âGo on,â he says, his voice dropping impossibly low, dripping with sultry tease.
You look up through your lashes feeling more vulnerable that you have to ask specifically (he seems to love it, though). âWell⊠I guess, how well do you think theyâd hold a knotâŠ?â
He bites back a smirk but canât quite hide his excitement. âKinkyâŠâ he says with a little nod. âI like it.â
He rises from the bed but he doesnât turn to grab the wires. Instead, he reaches for his belt, the buckle clinking against itself. âBut you gotta earn it first, sweet girl.â He pulls his belt out of the loops of his jeans and tosses it to the side.Â
He pauses a second before reaching for the button and zipper, enough time for you to crawl to the foot of the bed and rest your hands on his. You slowly move them away and take over, undoing his button and slowly zipping his pants apart.Â
You reach under his groin cupping his covered balls in your hand and he hums. He barely fits in your palm and you salivate at what could be beneath those boxers of his. You look up at him with another gentle squeeze before pulling both down, his cock springing out and up against his lower tummy as he steps out of his pants, the tip already red and leaking.
Your eyes widen when you really take in his size and you salivate. You wrap your hand around him and very slowly pump his length, getting a feel for his size and weight and staring at him the whole time.
He looks down at you, eyes still dark and mouth slightly open. âGo âhead, baby. Kiss it.â
You feel a flutter in your belly again already and you do as he says, kissing the slit before taking the whole head into your mouth and circling your tongue around it. His eyes roll back and he lifts his head up to the ceiling with a groan, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of your head.
You slowly take him inch by inch making him slick with your spit and using your hand to pump whatever you cant reach. Your other hand gently squeezes his balls and you feel his grip on your hair tighten a bit.
âThatâs it, baby⊠Mouth feels so good fâmeâŠâ He starts to slowly push you down his length, taking him deeper and deeper and being careful not to get ahead of himself.Â
But then you moan around his length sending lightning up his spine and it feels so fucking good⊠A guttural groan booms from his chest and he starts to slip, pushing you a little too far a little too fast and you gag, pulling off until it just rests on your bottom lip, spit gathering at his tip and spilling over the corners of your mouth.Â
Tears prick the sides of your eyes and his hand reaches down to wipe them away. âShitâ Iâm sorry⊠are you alright?â
You cough and catch your breath, something new and hot burning through your veins. Something about the way he lost all control⊠âItâs okay, Iâm okay,â you say when you pull yourself together a little bit. You wipe the corners of your mouth and reach up to slowly pump his length again. âLet me try again.â
âYou sure, darlinâ?â
âIâm sure,â you say, looking up through your tear-soaked lashes, a small smile ghosting your lips as you nod.Â
He nods back and you take him in your mouth again, closing your eyes and breathing through it, trying to focus on taking as much of him down your throat as you can.
His hands find the back of your head again, not pushing anymore but tangling through your hair as you work.
He looks down and sees your eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration and taking him so well. He drops a hand back down to your jaw, âEyes on me, gorgeous.â
You carefully open your eyes to look up at him and when you do, his brows furrow with desperation, unable to look away from you as you bob up and down his length, hands once again pumping the length you canât reach and massaging his balls.
âShit, baby⊠thatâs itâŠâ he moans, watching the way your cheeks hollow and lips flush red from taking him. Heâs twitching in your mouth and you think youâve got him, flattening your tongue when he touches the back of your throat and swirling up his length as you pull back.
His abs start to tighten and you taste the slightly salty precum leaking from his tip. You work up the nerve to suppress your gag reflex as best you can, taking a few deep breathes before pushing yourself all the way down, taking his cock up to the hilt.
You stay there, letting your protesting throat constrict around him and he whines, his hand in your hair tightening and making you moan, another bolt of lightning taking over his entire being. His cock jumps in your throat and you think heâs a goner for sureâ
He pulls you off his length completely and you gasp for air while he catches his breath too. âNuh uh, baby. It canât be over yet,â he says breathlessly.
You pout up at him, your doe eyes almost black from how blown your pupils are.
âGet back on the bed,â he demands.
So you do, rising a little wobbly from your knees and crawling back up onto the bed. Joel walks to the corner of the room and unplugs some of the cords plugged into the old amp.Â
He digs around in his nightstand and pulls out a condom before walking back over to the bed where youâre kneeling on the mattress. He sees you eyeing the little packet pinched between his fingers. âWhatâs thâ matter?â
You look at him, a blush forming on your face. âOh, IâŠâ Your mouth goes dry and you clear your throat. ââŠum, you donâtâ I mean, Iâm on the pill so, um⊠If you donât wannaâŠâ you ramble, trying to find your words but failing in your shyness.
He smiles smugly, tossing the condom to the side. ââS okay. I hear you loud and clear.â
You take a relieved breath and watch him stand there as he starts separating the wires. He twirls his finger in the air and you turn your body to face away from him.
âGimme your hands, darling,â he says, firmly but gently.
You obey, reaching your hands behind your back. His giant hand easily fits both in one grip and he wraps one cable around your wrists.
You canât help but smile to yourself, facing away from Joel so he canât see, but youâre sure itâs audibly obvious when you ask âSo this must be where the band name came from then, hm?â as he ties a comfortable knot around your wrists.
âWhat dâya mean?â
âFetters. Like restraints. Usually theyâre on the ankles but I guess itâs the same principle.â
He breathes a laugh. âI mean, I didnât help with the name all that much, but I guess yaâ really do learn somethinâ new every day,â he says just as he tightens the loose, but still restrictive, knot around your wrists.
You shimmy in them a little, surprised at how well they hold together. His hands are still there, rubbing over the covering of the cords and brushing against the warmth of your skin.
âThese look real pretty on you, yâknow,â he mutters from behind you.
You chuckle and ask, âYou tell all the groupies that?â
He grabs your chin to face him, eyes scanning over your face for a second and planting a kiss to your lips before a positively devious smirk spreads across his face. Before you know it, he puts his hand on your back gently pushing down so your chest hits the bed.Â
âNo, I donât,â he says and you hear his footsteps fade. You sit there, face pressed against the mattress and ass in the air, desperately trying to crane your neck to see where in the world heâs going leaving you like this, all out in the open and exposed.
He treads back into the room and climbs back onto the bed right behind you, calves brushing up against the inside of your own as he grabs your hips to straighten them.
âI donât tell the groupies nothinâ,â he starts. âUsually jusâ ask if they want an autograph.â
The unmistakable click of a Sharpie cap rings in your ears and you feel the cold tip of the pen dragging along the skin right below the small of your back. You gasp, surprised at the unexpected feeling, completely shocked at the sheer audacity of this man, and you canât help the butterflies it gives you, the way you mewl so quietly at the thought of him marking you with his name â his signature, no less â in such an intimate place.
You need to find a way to keep this man.
The pen trails off at the end and he recaps the marker, tossing it somewhere to the side before you feel his hands smoothing over your hips. He lets out a low toned, one-note whistle at you, staring at the dark ink branding your lower back. âNow, what a pretty view I have,â he says, a tantalizing, saccharine sweet tone lacing his words.
You canât hold back the whimper that falls from your mouth at his teasing, his big warm hands rubbing big circles over each cheek.Â
He sees you clenching around nothing. âWant me to fuck you now, sweet girl?â
âYes, please,â you whine, earning you a light tap on your ass.
He pulls on the cords and wraps an arm around your torso, bringing you up flush to his torso and reaching a hand to your mouth. âGimme some help.â
You spit into his hand and he hums in content. âAtta girl,â he says, gently laying you back down and pumping his length with the wetness. You feel the tip of his cock rub against your folds and you squirm. He grabs your hip with his free hand as he lines himself up to notch right at your entrance. He slowly pushes just the tip in, the pressure making you moan.
âI gotcha, baby. Jusâ relax fâme,â he coos, pushing inch by inch into you letting you adjust to his size. Your walls twitch at the intrusion and your breathing gets heavier, soft sounds escaping your lips. Eventually, heâs up to the hilt and you swear you can feel him in your lungs. You subconsciously swirl your hips, the movement inside making you whine.
âShit, baby⊠so fuckinâ tightâŠâ Joel breathes, squeezing your hips and trying not to lose his cool too quickly. His cock bounces and he grunts, taking a minute before slowly pulling out of you as you whine at the loss. Itâs short lived, though, because heâs immediately pushing back into you, the stretch and burn pulling a desperate groan from your throat.Â
âFuck yeah, baby. You like how that feels?â he moans, picking up the pace slightly with each thrust.Â
âYesâ fuck, feels so goodâŠâ you moan. The way his cock drags along your walls makes your belly burn hot. His grip on your hips tight and threatening to bruise if he squeezes any harder, but you couldnât care less. Just another way for him to mark you as his.
âSqueezinâ my cock so good⊠sheâs achinâ, babyâŠâ Heâs very talkative, you think and decide to play into it.Â
âSheâs all yours, Joel. Pussy belongs to you,â you say as you squeeze him again, the pressure in your belly growing with each gentle kiss to your cervix that his tip gives you.Â
You feel his pace falter for a second, his grip tightening at that. âYeah? Say it again. Whoâs she belong to?â he says, pounding into you now, unable to keep control of his pace anymore.
You whine loudly with one of his thrusts when he drags up a bit hitting something new inside of you, something your ex surely hadnât ever found before. Something you definitely had on your own but never this deepâŠ
âTheeere it is,â he coos, pressing your torso down some more to get the angle just right and heâs hitting that soft, spongy part of you with every snap of his hips. You can barely form the words to tell him how fucking good it feels, nonsense whimpers leaving your mouth instead.
âAnswer me, baby⊠Belongs to who?â His pace doesnât let up and you canât get the words out. âCâmon, you can do it, gorgeous⊠tell meâŠâ he insists, slowly rubbing his hand across his own signature thatâs been staring back at him.
âSh⊠fuck, oh my god⊠she belongs to you, JoelâŠâ
âThatâs my good girl,â he says, leaning down and planting kisses down your spine, snaking a hand around to your front and circling your clit.
You cry out in pleasure, all the sensations getting to be too much. A flood of wetness spills out with a twitch of your insides making Joelâs cock slippery, letting him push in and pull out easier than before. He picks up his pace again with ease, rapidly hurdling you towards the edge.
My good girlâŠ
That one little word finally hits you after a minute.Â
My.
His unrelenting fingers on your clit⊠the way his tip hits your cervix with every snap of his hips⊠my good girl⊠itâs all too much. âFuck⊠fuck⊠fuck, âmgonnacomeâŠâ you mumble in a high pitched whine.
âFuck yes, baby⊠come all over my cock, thatâs it⊠feels so fuckinâ good, darlinââŠâ he moans from behind you, the grip on your hips definitely bruising now as he keeps pounding into you. Your back arches and your whole body writhes as your walls squeeze him impossibly tight. Your vision blurs and you have no control over the downright pornographic sounds escaping your mouth. All you feel is warmth everywhere.
âHoly shitââ you hear Joel but he sounds far away, your head still spinning with pleasure. âFuckinâ hell, babyâŠâ When you feel like you can finally see again, you see a wet spot on the bed and your eyes go wide, quickly craning your head around as best you can and see Joelâs thighs soaked from you.
âOh, shitâ I-Iâm sorry, oh my fucking god, I didnât meantââ you stop mid sentence when Joel plows into you again bottoming out completely, your words trailing off into a wailing moan.
He drags out slowly but quickly regains his momentum. âFuck, baby⊠Chokinâ my dick so good⊠So. Fucking. Hot,â he says, punctuating his words with the slap of his hips on your ass.
Your legs start to give out under you and itâs like Joel already knows youâre almost too gone to take anymore as he unties the knot at your wrists, your arms falling to the bed. He flips you over, managing to stay inside, and lays you on your back. Your hair lays messily on the pillow and Joel leans down to fix it, tracing his fingers along the side of your face and kissing you deeply.
When he pulls away, he stares at your fucked-out eyes, his own completely taken over by his pupils so much that you can barely tell what color they actually are anymore. âBaby, you gotta give me one moreâŠâ he begs.
You raise your eyebrows worriedly, unsure if you can actually take anymore. You whine at his ask and he gives you another quick kiss, resting his forehead against your own when he pulls away, your lips barely touching. Heâs moving in and out of you at a snailâs pace, so close to his own orgasm that any extra movement would cause him to snap. âPlease, baby, I know you can do it. Doinâ so good for me already, just one moreâŠâ
You nod weakly and stare through hooded eyes. âThank you, angel,â he sighs, gently fucking into you a little quicker and peppering kisses at the corners of your mouth. Your hands trail up to his shoulders rubbing up and down on his soft skin. Forehead pressed to yours again, you feel him panting, small moans and whimpers filling your ears.
âFeel so goodâŠâ you use all your strength to whimper out, barely above a whisper. His eyes open, brows furrowed in desperation. You feel him twitching hard now, so close to his own orgasm but not wanting this to end.
âSâgood, Joel⊠so bigâŠâ He whimpers at your words, his hips moving erratically, unpredictably. Heâs close, you think. And it eggs you on.
âWant you to come for me⊠PleaseâŠâ
âYeah? You want it?â he breathes.Â
âPleaseâŠâ you say again in a whimper, grabbing his face in your hands.
âWhere, baby? Want it inside?â
âYes, inside⊠please, please, pleaseâŠâ you beg.
âCome with me baby⊠wanna feel you squeezinâ me⊠fuckâ c-can you do that?â
You whine and nod, having been teetering on the edge of overstimulation with another orgasm growing in your belly. You roll your hips slightly into him, the extra movement sending shivers down your spine.
âSo close, baby, I can feel it⊠âs right there, sheâs chokinâ meâŠâ he grunts out, painfully holding back his own until you come undone under him again.
Which doesnât take long, a flutter of your heart and one big wave of arousal covering you from head to toe making you see stars. Your mouth opens in a silent moan, unable to even make a sound as you come on his length all over again.
âFuck⊠fuck⊠good girl, âm gonna comeââ
Joelâs breathing quickens, becoming ragged and broken as he grunts and whines and spills inside of you. His lips press to your forehead suppressing his noises with kisses there as he empties himself inside of you, filling you up completely.
Your hands scrape his back at his shoulders, your senses all blurring into one another. Joelâs weight falls on top of you as he moves his kisses down from your forehead to your nose and finally to your lips, his tongue licking into you as you feel his cock finally stop twitching. He sits back to pull out of you watching as his cum leaks out of you. You whine at the loss feeling empty but still so full from him, shivering as you feel it dripping down your body.
Joel wipes his sweat-ridden brow and sighs with a goofy smile as he looks down at you. Your body is still jolting from your last orgasm. Any more and you would have been overstimulated beyond belief.
âNow that I definitely donât do with the groupies, sweetheart,â he teases.
You give him a playful glare and chuckle at him. âWhat about all that autograph nonsense, then?â
âWell, you got the first of its kind. Never signed anyone there before.â
You blush and stretch a little, suddenly feeling that damp spot from earlier. You sit up in panic and sit back leaning against his pillows again. âShit, Joel. Iâm so sorry. Thatâs never happened before, Iââ
âStop,â he cuts you off. âAinât nothinâ to be sorry for. Sheets can be washed.â
âBut I made a messââ
âCâmere, baby,â he says, extending a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you towards him, both of you on your knees facing each other as his arm snakes around your torso pulling you even closer into him. ââM gonna get you cleaned up, âkay? Got a spare bedroom we can use anyway.â
You stare into his eyes, his words bouncing around in your head. We can use. âWe?â you ask.
He scrunches his eyebrows, raising one at you. âWhat, you wanna run away already? Was it that bad?â he jokes.
âOh, quit,â you say, playfully hitting his shoulder.
âOkay, okay,â he laughs, standing up at the end of the bed and holding his arms out to you. âCâmon, pretty girl, howâs a warm bath sound, hm?â
âSounds amazing, actually.â You grab his hands and stand up, taking a second to get your balance before following Joel to the bathroom.
When youâre all cleaned up, you walk into his living room wearing one of his t-shirts, a pair of his boxers, and some very oversized socks that he left in the bathroom for you to change into, towel drying the rest of your hair so it's not dripping everywhere. He sits on his couch, fresh pajamas on and dampened hair from the shower he took in the other smaller bathroom.
He taps the space next to him inviting you to sit, TV on and low, playing some random movie he found to fill the silence around him while waiting for you. You curl up into him, you warm from your bath and him warm from relaxing. He squeezes you close, planting a kiss to the top of your head.
Erica was right. You really did need this. Maybe it's stupid that you're growing so fond of this guy and you've known him for just a night, but there really is something about him. Something you can't quite explain...
You spend the rest of the night curled up next to Joel, your entire being content and you can only think one thing:
Youâre not letting this one go easily. This oneâs gonna be yours.
All yours.
a/n : thank y'all again so much for 100 followers, it means so much seriously đđ«¶đ„č and thank you for reading this fic that absolutely got away from me in the end, this idea tortured me for weeks and hopefully letting him out into the world will give me some peace finally đ but really, thank you guys so much and i hope everyone enjoys !!
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I really like the shy s/o headcanons you did. If I can, Iâd like to request hcs of Haarlep, Gale, Halsin, & Astarion (& anyone else you might feel like adding) w/ a s/o thatâs almost always cool and collected (sort of like a kuudere).
Thanks! đ
So I am unsure If I didn't go cool enough or if I went to Kuudere for this request, but I really enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!
Gale
Gale isn't exactly sure how to explain why his heart stirs when he sees you, it just does. You could be reading quietly by the campfire or cutting down enemies, but he always has the same thought when he sees you: Elegance. Your stoic demeanor and how you carry yourself with such grace have been swirling in his brain since your first meeting. You could be covered in any amount of filth but you will still have that keen look in your eye and speak in such an articulated fashion that to him it sounds like poetry, though you know it's not. Posed and a cool tone always the same, Gale finds a certain comfort from being around you. It's kinda nice he's always close by. Sure, he can be a dork, but Gale feels things so deeply, a thing you wish you could relate more to. Though with Gale you find that a part of you is becoming softer, it's mainly directed towards him but it's an improvement. Gale admires you and you think he deserves to be as equally admired and you donât mind being that person for him. It only will lead to him falling for you more.Â
You and Gale were enjoying a moment together in his tent. It had become something like a ritual that at the end of the day as everyone settled into their tents Gale would read aloud a book to you or anyone else who wanted to join. Tonight, however, his tent only had one guest, you. As Gale read his eyes flicked up toward where you were sitting beside him listening intently. You two had found yourselves in the position before on other nights, but tonight was different. You were quiet and so close, in fact from how close he could smell the subtle sweetness that laces itself to your skin. Always so elegant, even now with your hair slightly disheveled from the day. Sitting so patiently for him to continue reading. Gently, Gale brushes the hair back, his fingers grazing you so delicately. Looking at the text you see his smile as he slightly leans in, you follow his lead without a second thought. Forgetting all about the story and relishing in the passionate kiss. You were both happy nobody joined you two for the story that night.Â
Gale is always showing you his appreciation in any way he can. Making dinner for you and the rest of the camp. Reading to you and recommending books. Teaching you what he knows about magic, turns out he's a great teacher. You just want to be able to show your appreciation to him, you can just kiss him or go to his tent later and show him what he means to you ,but you want to work on expressing yourself. You were helping him prepare dinner for everyone, as he cooked and would look over at you he would have that same sweet smile on his face. Itâs time to express yourself and dig deep. âDo you know how much you mean to me? You are wonderful, andâŠIâm happy to be yours.â Hours later Gale was still giddy from the sudden phrase.Â
Though you try to express your love for Gale through words like he so often does, sometimes words just lack the way you truly feel for him. That's how you two often end up in this situation. Gale with a fist full of your hair bites his lip as he watches you through lidded eyes. He's cummed twice now but you're still down there sucking and licking on him, overstimulating him for more. Though he's completely flushed, you're still looking up at him with those keen eyes as cool as always. On the inside your body is a flame of want, but you know how much he loves your elegant lips wrapped around him. Donât worry it's your turn after he gives you one moreâŠ
Haarlep
You drive them crazyâŠYou're so calm and collected at all times, despite their teasing and taunting you never give anything away. Harrlep wants you to break, they are desperate to be the cause and are very open about telling you this. But you always keep your cool demeanor. It's become a game for them, to be the one to have your resolve tremble down to lust. You on the other hand find their want oddly amusing. Typically games like this donât interest you but the amount of time Haarlep devotes to you, the way their hungry eyes rake over you does make something in you stirâŠMaybe one day you will let their game progress, but it will be on your terms, for now, they will have to be pleased with your smiles as you leave them hanging. The chase makes it all the better.Â
They had grown tired of the game as they watched you ramage around the House of Hope looking for whatever artifact you needed this time on your adventure. Haarleps fiery eyes watched as you were browsing around not even turning to share a glance with them. Haarlep had tried it all, whispering filth in your ear, running their tail up and down your back, hells they even tried ignoring you back but nothing worked in making you want them. Now here you are alone with them and still nothing. Their irritation grew till they finally cracked. Grabbing your arm Haarlep spun you around to grab your chin âI donât take kindly to be ignored.â they growled right before they brought their lips to yours and kissed you. The kiss was raw and passionate, their heated lips made you feel like you caught an instant fever. Haarlep had to hold your weight as your limbs turned to jelly. A sudden rush in your lower stomach was tempting you with depraved thoughts of more. They tasted like the finest wine you could indulge in forever if you wanted to. As they broke the kiss and looked at you expectantly for any kind of reaction; hate, want, anything to tell them you felt anything at all. Haarleps eyes widened at what they saw and their lips spread to a delighted smile. Your eyes doe like in a breathless expression with the tinting of red to your cheeks. You were blushing because of them.Â
After defending Raphael Haarlep was free to do whatever they wanted and what did they decide to do? Join you on your adventures, though the relationship between you two was never defined exactly you knew that deep down you were theirs, your soul be damned. Haarlep was always waiting for you and though they would play it off as just for fun you saw the way their eyes would soften when you emerged to your room. Though, sometimes you felt like Haarlep was putting on a show for you at times. You want them to be comfortable and not have to perform for you. âNo games HaarlepâŠCan I please just hold you?â When you first asked this Haarlep seemed confused by the idea of cuddling, but as they laid their head against your chest to have you then softly you wrapped your arms around them. Haarlep lays there in your arms silent, the only noises are the soft sounds of your breathing and the thrumming of your heart. This intimacyâŠstirs something within themâŠ
Haarlep is always the one to take the lead in your relationship, you figured they liked the feeling of control. But after they made a teasing comment about you needing to be more aggressive with what you want, you took it to heart, and they were so happy you did. They were getting drunk off it, your moans leaving your swollen lips as they held your wrist in their warm hands. You bounce up and down on them, taking them in so deeply. You're delicious as you tighten around their cock so close to coming undone but holding back. Your eyes are watching Haarlep so intently, it's strange they rarely ever get raddled during sex but with how you are looking right now they might be the ones to come undone first this timeâŠ
Halsin
You're different compared to others he has encountered. Halsin is so used to people becoming nervous or giddy when he is around, some disdain him, many are eager to befriend him, and then there are others wanting to bed him. But you? You never give anything away to how you might feelâŠwell that was the case till he figured you out. It was a simple praise, he thought nothing much of it as he told you how good you were. The way your cheeks glowed red as your eyes stayed to hisâŠit was a slight crack to your shield and he wanted more, he wanted to watch you blush and be the reason for it, he wanted you to feel better and have all the praise you deserved. Halsin would praise you every day just so he could witness your flustered features. Halsin figured out how to get past your shields and despite this usually being something to mortify you, it was instead a welcomed change. It's odd feeling vulnerable to another person but Halsin is a gentle soul, he will treat you tenderly.
Halsin had invited you out on one of his typical hikes through nature as the others visited the nearby town. Halsin being a druid preferred nature to make him more relaxed and you preferred being around Halsin so it was a win-win situation. Halsins soothing voice and calm dementor always put you at ease, though today as you walk closely to his towering figure something deep within you stirs. You come to an abrupt stop and he follows looking down at you curiously. His hazel eyes took you in then smiled softly, it made your heart skip and you finally knew what was happening to you. âI think I want to kiss you.â You say bluntly. Halsin looks at you surprised then smirks, âYou think, or you know?â You stare at him, not breaking your gaze, âI know I do.â Halsin opens his arms out to embrace you, âThen come here.â His voice purrs. You place your hands on his wide chest and let him take the lead. The kiss was slow and intimate and tasted like honey.
Halisn is a giver, he is always bringing you gifts like flowers, fresh ingredients, rare stones, and his favorite showering you in praise till your cool dementor falters and you blush like an idiot. You want to do something for him, give him something that you know he would enjoy. After much consideration and time, you had the perfect gift. You approached him very casually with it hidden behind your back. Halsin, not being a fool, knew something was up when you were already blushing and he hadnât praised you yet. When you finally revealed it he felt his heart squeeze. A poorly made wooden duck, âYou make it look so easyâŠâ you say simply and he canât help but laugh, the rest of the day he told you how to properly make a wood carving. It's now become your favorite bonding time. Â
Lovers in the past have always been so ravenous when it came to intimacy with him. Scratching, Biting, just being rough in general. You, however, treat him as if he were made of glass, blushing softly, cooing, and caressing him tenderly. Halsin has seen you in a fight, you are forced to be reckoned with, but in the intimacy in his arms, you are blushing and sweet. You speak every honeyed praise that comes to your mind as he goes down on your drinking in your release. Your voice in pleasure is becoming his favorite song these days.Â
Rolan
When he first laid eyes on you he immediately thought you were one the coolest people heâs ever seen. It was right after a fight, your teammates were cheering and hollering as you all came into the grove, and you walked in the background watching your ragtag group. Then your eyes met his. You didnât wave, or smile, you just simply gave a nod towards him. Cal and Lia swear they have never seen Rolan blush so much, of course, he denied it, but on the inside his heart was racing. After that day he found himself wanting to have you think he was as impressive. Lucky for him you did find him impressive, not only because he was a talented wizard but because he was an ambitious dreamer. You admired all he did for his family and found yourself lightening up every time you got to talk to him. His rich voice always made your head fill with stars despite your cool outside. As a couple you and Rolan are almost inseparable, you're always there to be his calming present and he brings an extra spark to your life. He might think you're the cool one, but in your eyes it's him.  Â
Rolan had done what Cal and Lia deemed impossible, he managed to ask you out on a date finally and was successful. A sunset stroll through the city was the plan and it was going well. Rolan was putting on his best confident demeanor as you listened to him intently, your bright eyes watching him carefully. Gods, how he loved your eyes, hair, body, and lips. Rolan felt his palms getting sweaty as he kept glancing at you. Each time his eyes landed on your perfectly kissable lips. He wanted so badly to just grab you and kiss your lips, stealing a taste for him to hold onto forever. Though his stuttering and nerves were getting in the way of that, he wanted you to think he was cool and collected, a perfect match for you. He canât just grab you and kiss you! Tail swishing around irritatedly, he is chastising himself to get a grip on his emotions and to stop staring at you so desperately. Then feels his collar being pulled and suddenly your lips are on his. All of Rolans resolve leaves as he grabs your hips and deepens the kiss to one of desperate hunger. Backing you up to the closeted ally he wraps his tail around your leg as his tongue pushes into your mouth finally tasting you. Breaking from the kiss to catch your breath Rolan accidentally lets a whimper slip from his throat. âYouâŠkissed me, why?â You shrug, âI figured you wanted to considering how you kept staring at my lips.â Rolan groans, âYou must find me patheticâŠâ you touch your hand to his cheek and kiss his lips again, âNo, I think you're just passionate. Makes me want to be more like you.â Rolan felt the blush creeping to his ears, it was the best date.Â
Rolan worked so hard it was something you both admired about him but it also made you worried for him. He just worked so hard to provide for his family. You wish you could do something for him to help, but pulling him away from his desk is often an impossible task. He was in his study for what might have been hours now. Entering his study you saw him scribbling away, it wasnât until you cleared your throat that he looked up. In your hands a tray of his favorite meal he had mentioned his adoptive mother making for him Cal and Lia have kids. He was a bit shocked you remembered him talking about the dish. Placing the tray down you cooed at him to take a break. And as he smelt the food he found that he was incredibly hungry. As he ate you undid his hair and scratched your nails on his scalp. Lending down you told him to join you for a bath and he of course couldnât deny you. Â
He just couldnât help himself anymore, watching you handle everything effortlessly, always acting so coolâŠhe needed you, now⊠His buckle was gently knocking against the shelf, your head leaning back against him as his breathy whines rang in your ear. Hard thrust drives his cock deeper and deeper, the tip nudging against your sweet spot. Then he brings his tail in and your cool demeanor melts away and you're a moaning crying mess. Rolan brings his hand to cover your criesâŠHis hot breath pants in the shell of your ear, âKeep it downâŠThe customers will hear youâŠâ Nothing makes him feel more confident than feeling you come undoneâŠÂ
Wyll
If Wyll had to pick anyone to follow blindly into a fight it would be you. You're smart and tactful, you keep a level head despite anything. Wyll sees you as the perfect definition of a leader and he would follow you to the hells if you needed it. Though if anyone asked you the same question you would answer that Wyll makes the better leader with his kind-hearted nature and determination. Despite you being quiet you find that with Wyll it doesn't matter, he can carry the conversion easily for the two of you and it wouldnât even get awkward. You two just enjoy being around each other, you bring out the best in each other. With Wyll you are more gentle and he helps you see the world in a less harsh perspective. with him by your side you find yourself understanding and experiencing more emotions you didn't think you ever would. With you around Wyll finds fulfillment, if someone like you sees him as someone you want to be with maybe he is not as worthless as he once thought. You two are each other's perfect complement.
After a time of getting to know one another and being each other's closest confidants, Wyll knew it was time to take the relationship in a more serious direction. Wyll Imagined your first kiss would be underneath a canopy of stars. Alone so he could share all his feelings for you that he hoped you would reciprocate. Everything changed though when you took that arrow to your shoulder, mere inches away from your heart. Shadowheart had patched you up and now Wyll was here devotedly at your side listening to you chastise yourself for being careless and already planning a counterattack on the enemy camp. Reaching out carefully Wyll grabbed your hand to bring your attention to his gentle face. âToday I thought I would have lost you. In our adventures, I know there will be times when one of us will get hurt, maybe even killed. Please let me show you the depths of my affection before I am ever able to.â âHow will-â âMay I kiss you?â surprised you and gave a nod, with your permission Wyll gently dipped down to your still body and kissed your lips softly. His lips were as soft as you imagined they would be.Â
Wyll from the moment you meet him you always think of him as the most self-sacrificing and selfless person you have ever met. He would give the shirt off his back for a stranger if need be. But after watching him long enough you noticed how he carried heavy loads and pushed himself so thin, and when he thought no one was looking he would wince and rub his neck. He needs to be shown how to treat himself better. In his tent he was resting his sore muscles when you walked in, a bottle of fine-smelling oil in your hand. âWhat-â but you are quick to cut him off âYou have been neglecting yourself, let me rub this into your skin. Halsin says it's good for healing, now shirt off.â his cheeks warm, that same matter-of-fact nature he adores. The rest of the night was spent gently massaging all the knots and aching pain from his musclesâŠand talks of your futures after this adventure. the plan? You two staying togetherâŠ
Your skin was so hot against his lips, every sweet whisper from his lips made your once stone-like body shake. The party's leader, always so composed, until underneath him⊠âYou look perfect, hereâŠand hereâŠâ As Wyll mumbles his praises he kisses every one of your scars tenderly, worshiping you in a way you didn't know you needed. Words die in your throat as he goes lower and lower till his lips are wrapping around your sex and you feel his tongue licking against you sloppyâŠIs this what it's like being worshiped by another?Â
Astarion
When first meeting Astarion he was not so impressed by your cool and collected demeanor. Everyone at the camp had their quirks and then there was you, like a perfect impenetrable wall. Of course, He thought you had something to hide and was determined to get to the bottom of it. First getting through your walls was a challenge, he tried flirting and intimidation tactics but found that they didnât make you stir in the slightest. (when in fact you know you would go to your tent after those conversions holding your hand to your chest like your heart was going to explode, but he didnât need to know that.) It wasnât until he stopped his facade and was more honest that you started to open up as well. Over time as he found out who you were and you found out more about him the two of you became fiercely protective of one another. Definitely a stranger to friends to lovers situation. In fact, on your first date you didnât even realize it was a date till he told you. You were odd and not always easy to understand but for the first time in a long time he wanted to have real intimacy with someone and you wanted to let down your protective walls.Â
You had gotten to him today with your bluntness, of course, he played the whole thing off like he didnât care but inside he did and it was eating away at him not knowing why. It's late, the time of night that no creatures stir, well only one kind of creature doesâŠhis kind. You're asleep on your bedroll by the fire as per usual. You always sleep next to its warmth, Astarion figures that's what you crave like most creatures, warmth; something his cold body could never provide to you. Astarion shakes the thought, why would he even think of holding you? He doesn't even like you. Your damned aloofness pisses him off to no end. But as he is about to leave your slumbering side, you reach out and touch him. Your heated skin warms his icicle-like fingers, he half expected you to wake and recoil, but you didnât you seemed to be eased by it. Your plump lips parted slightly as you dream. Slowly leaning down he keeps his crimson eyes on your face, completely unaware of the danger you are in. This is where he bites your neck and drains you of your blood like the monster he is. But instead, he brings his cold lips to your warm ones and kisses you. After a moment he comes back to his senses and pulls away. As he looks down at you now there is just the slightest curl of a smile to your lips. Sweet dreams he supposes. Â
Astarion, usually so charismatic and open to say anything he wanted, had seemed to be rather reserved lately. Now you are usually one to never notice these changes in people but when it comes to Astarion you couldnât help but notice those subtle shifts. It was late, but you knew he would be up, you went into the tent he had been reading and immediately started to put on his cocky dementor when he saw you but you just ignored it and sat next to him. âSo why do I get the pleasure of such a late night visit darling?â looking through his short stack of books you pick one that seems the most interesting to you, open it then speak, âYou have seemed off, so this is me being here for you. I understand if you donât want to talk about it, and I will leave if you would like.â you turn to look into his eyes âbut spending time with you always makes me feel better so I am trying to do that for you.â Astarion seemed shocked but the confession for a moment before he gave you that rare soft smile. The night was spent in silence with you reading and he laid his head in your lap. Your warmth was exactly what he needed, but he wasn't ready to confess that yet.   Â
âBite meâŠâ Astarion looks down at you, your neck exposed and flushed, the slightest sheen of sweat causing you to glisten in the candlelight. He feels his gums itch above his fangsâŠhe wants to feed from youâŠbut would you think him a monster after? Insecurities and anxieties swirl in his mind. You two had just started getting intimate with one anotherâŠwould this turn out to be too much for you, for himâŠThen a soft touch to his pale skin brings him back, âStarâŠOnly if you're comfortable, but know I trust you. I justâŠI want to give you everything I can.â Your words are so calm, so confident in him, he loves it, feeling so safe with you. Leaning down slowly he Kisses your neck before sinking his teeth in. Your body tenses for a moment before you're lulling into the saccharine of pleasure. Breaking away he licks your running blood from your neck as he looks down at you. Please knowâŠthat he loves you, endlessly.
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