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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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Steve Harrington having a stutter? maybe Eddie and Steve are in an interview after revealing their relationship to the public (kinda ties with ur rockstar eddie drabbles?) and people make fun of his stutter. Hes always had it, he just doesn't talk in public so its a surprise to everyone that he has a stutter and that they actually get to hear his voice

So I know the request said he always had the stutter, but I wanted to do something head trauma related for this because Eddie is gonna get a little overprotective and says some stuff about his very amazing husband to be. I've never written a character having a stutter before, so I hopefully made it realistic. In my head, he struggled with some hard consonants and 'th', 'ch', and 'sh' sounds. - Mickala ❤️

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“Everyone please give your warmest welcome to Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington!”

They walked onto the stage with smiles and waves, hands clasped between them as they walked to the couch they’d be sitting on for their interview.

They chose this talk show host, Hannah, because she wasn’t pushy, asked heartfelt questions, and wanted to get the genuine stories out there.

Steve had been nervous to be on any talk show, so he was the one who made the decision to be on this one and Eddie was happy to oblige.

Her viewers may not have been his usual crowd, but if it made Steve more comfortable, he didn’t really care.

“Wow, that was a warm welcome!” Eddie exclaimed.

He wanted to keep it light; Steve’s hand in his was sweaty and shaking, and he knew Hannah could see his nerves.

“I think everyone is just so excited to have you here! You’re not our usual guest, I’ll be honest, so you’re shaking things up for all of us.” She smiled before looking at Steve. “Now, let’s get the elephant in the room out of the way first. Steve, that ring on your finger sure is a beauty!”

He glanced down at it for a moment, smiling to himself.

Eddie proposed a month ago, on their week-long getaway to Greece, and as much as they tried to hide it, it was on the cover of every tabloid and online news article within 24 hours.

They hadn’t even come out officially yet.

It caused Steve to panic, and then Eddie panicked, and then they both decided to take control of their own narrative and do this interview.

“Th-thank you,” Steve replied. “Eddie did g-good, didn’t he?”

Steve’s stutter was barely noticeable when they were in a comfortable environment, especially since they’d been together for so long. But when they were in a stressful situation, or around new people, or both, it became more obvious.

Steve had already spoken to Hannah about it beforehand, said he wouldn’t mind talking about it as long as it wasn’t the focus of the interview. She agreed and said that she would follow his lead on everything, and Eddie warned her he wouldn’t hesitate to walk them both off the stage if Steve got uncomfortable.

“He did great! Honestly, I’ll have to get you to show my husband how to pick an engagement ring. Bless his heart, he tried. Luckily, we married for love and not his ability to know what I want in a ring.”

The audience laughed, and Steve couldn’t help letting out a small giggle.

“Soooo…tell us how he did it!” Hannah continued, eyes glimmering under the stage lights.

“Um.” Steve took in a shaky breath. “We were at a p-priv-vate d-dinner on the beach-ch.” Eddie squeezed his hand once, smiling over at him as he let him lead. “He s-sang me a s-song and th-then proposed.”

“How romantic,” Hannah rested her head in her hands and sighed. “Everyone in the audience is going to show this to their significant others for them to take notes, I’m sure.”

“He left out the part where I also bought him the fancy wine he wanted only for it to be the worst thing we’ve ever tasted and we ended up giving it to a couple further down the beach,” Eddie added, playfully nudging Steve’s shoulder.

“Yeah, w-well,” Steve shrugged, blushing profusely.

“What a letdown! Hopefully the other couple liked it,” Hannah laughed.

“They didn’t complain, but honestly we didn’t stick around for too long. We were freshly engaged and had much better things to be doing,” Eddie winked at the audience.

“Oh, I bet you did!” Hannah smiled before getting more serious. “So you’ve been together for a while?”

“We were friends when we were really young, and it grew into more when Steve was supporting me and my band in the local bar scene. We’ve dated for almost four years now.”

“Awww. And you’ll be getting married pretty soon, right?” Hannah asked.

“Yes, we d-decided on next March-ch,” Steve added. “Spring is when w-we met-t.”

“Lovely! I’m sure the wedding will be quite the party.”

“We’re keeping it pretty small, just family and our circle of friends. My bandmates will be there. Just us back at home with the people who love us,” Eddie smiled.

“I think that sounds wonderful.” Hannah clapped her hands. “So, Eddie, with all this excitement in your personal life, what’s it look like for the band?”

“I’ll be on tour with them for August and September, and then we’ll be working hard on recording the next album in October and November so we can have it out next year. I won’t be doing anything else until after the wedding, though. I promised Stevie I’d help him plan everything.”

The crowd cheered, and Steve spoke up.

“He also p-promised t-to visit the loc-cation with me in Novemb-ber so we’ll see,” Steve teased, seeming to relax quite a bit more.

The interview carried on, mostly focusing on Eddie’s band and some more casual talk of the wedding and future plans.

Steve never completely relaxed, but he seemed much more at ease as Hannah focused more on Eddie for a few minutes, smiling at Steve when he decided to add something.

“Alright, that’s all the time we have boys! It was lovely to have you and we’re so looking forward to your future together!”

The audience cheered, the boys waved goodbye, and they walked back to the green room to grab some water before going back to their hotel.

Eddie stopped Steve in the hall, ignoring the people passing by, and pulled Steve against him.

“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he whispered against his lips before pressing a soft kiss there. “You’re amazing.”

“Eds, st-stop,” Steve blushed.

“Nope, wanna tell you all the time. You’re incredible.”

“F-fine.”

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Steve is a lovely person, and I will not tolerate hate comments on anything related to the interview I did with him and Eddie. My team always does the best with reporting hate comments, so keep that in mind before posting something you may regret later. Any Eddie Munson fan should know that Eddie wouldn’t accept this disgusting behavior towards his fiance.

Steve could feel tears welling in his eyes as he read Hannah’s lovely public comment about some of the hate she’d been receiving in regards to their interview.

One comment in particular had hurt to see: a fan claiming that Eddie just felt bad for him and didn’t want to break up with him because Steve would run to the press with negative stories about him.

Eddie was still asleep, hadn’t seen most of what was being posted since the interview aired first thing that morning, but Steve did.

He liked Hannah’s statement and posted it to his Instagram story with a heart emoji.

He went through some responses from Eddie’s bandmates and liked them, too.

Steve is probably the best thing that’s happened to all of us, so any “fan” of ours who doesn’t see how awesome he is, consider yourself uninvited to any show. Gareth posted.

You guys better hope Eddie doesn’t hop on here and see all this or he’ll end up hunting you for sport. Jeff joked, though Steve knew that he may be more right than not.

Imagine being so jealous of someone that you decide to make fun of the one thing they’re self-conscious about. Couldn’t be me. Grant posted on all his social media profiles.

Then he saw Robin’s post and his heart stopped for a moment.

My best friend is the bravest person I know. He only has a stutter because he risked his life to protect me. If head trauma is a joke to you, then I hope you find new material soon. When Eddie sees this, he’s gonna lose his shit.

Steve let out a mix of a sob and a laugh, startling Eddie awake.

“What is it, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” he asked as he sat up in their bed.

“I g-guess p-people aren’t a b-big fan of me,” he said as he held his phone out towards Eddie to show him what was going on.

Eddie’s face flushed red with anger before he calmly handed Steve his phone back.

“Eds?”

Eddie silently reached for his own phone and pulled up his notes app.

Steve watched him type furiously for a few minutes, then screenshot a couple of times, and open Instagram.

“Eds…it’s fine. Not w-worth it.”

But it was too late, and Steve’s phone went off with a notification that he’d been tagged in Eddie’s post.

It was a series of pictures, the first being a picture taken of them shortly after Steve’s worst head injury, when he barely could speak at all.

The next few images were the screenshots from Eddie’s phone.

I can’t believe I have to say this, but here goes. Steve Harrington, soon-to-be Munson, is the best person I know. I am lucky to be able to wake up next to him, to call him mine, to be his. He is incredibly brave, incredibly loving, and much too forgiving. He will be much nicer than I will. He is not defined by his stutter, but it is a part of his life, and it does impact him much more than he should ever have to worry about. But that picture you just saw? That was a man who could barely even say my name. I thought I would never hear him even say my name again. I’ve seen comments making fun of how he talks, how long it takes him to say some things, his intelligence. And I won’t tolerate it. If you have anything negative to say about him, unfollow me before I block you myself. Fame means absolutely nothing to me compared to this man, and I won’t let him suffer through the bullying just so I can make some fucking music. See yourself out or see us be happy. Up to you.

The last image was a picture of them the night before, cozy in their bed, Steve looking into the camera while Eddie looked at him, so much love passing from him it was almost a physical presence.

“Eds-” Steve started.

“I love you. I won’t let anyone let you think for a second that I don’t,” Eddie said fiercely.

“I know. I l-love you, t-too.”

They both shut off their phones for the rest of the day, didn’t care much for anything outside of their bed.

Steve called Hannah to thank her for everything the next day, and she was grateful to hear from him. He explained that he wouldn’t be doing any more interviews, but was glad he’d had a positive experience with her.

“Do you think Eddie will come back to the show someday to talk about you?” she asked.

“I th-think you’ll reg-gret asking him back. He won’t sh-shut up about me,” Steve smirked to himself.

“He shouldn’t. You’re both so lucky to have each other.”

“Yeah. W-we are.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #request #rock star eddie munson #modern au #established relationship

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loose-angel · 1 year

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aw could u maybe write some more big brother!neteyam please 🥺 maybe the reader has a fight with jake and neteyam stands up for her even though he’d never dare to disagree with his dad unless it’s about his sister 😔 i feel like he’d be such an overprotective brother 😭

Big Brother | Neteyam pt.2

pairing: brother!Neteyam x sister!reader w/c: 651 notes: i had so much fun writing this!! i hope this meets your expectations >.< have fun reading!!

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Neteyam was never one to argue, sure he’ll have the occasional quarrel with Lo’ak, or other kids in the clan, but that was it. So he would never, ever, try to fight against his parents. He wouldn’t even think about it. As the eldest he has to be the peacemaker, the levelheaded one, not some kind of rash idiot.

Although, he feels that there may be a bit of an exception.

“Baby girl, what were you thinking?” Jake yelled, running a hand over his face. Your ears flattened at his tone. Your father hardly ever scolded you, you didn’t get into trouble often, but when you did, it was met with a harsh attitude.

“I’m sorry,” You mumbled, head lowered. Jake sighed, shifting on his feet, placing a hand on his hip.

Jake shook his head, “No, you don’t get it, you could’ve died! You’ve got to be more careful!” You nodded along his words, tears brimming at your eyes. You really didn’t mean to stay out until eclipse! You were just having so much fun that you didn’t even notice the time of day, if only you had noticed you would’ve gone straight home. Once you started your trek back to the hometree, you had encountered a thanator, once it had noticed your presence, it came charging at you. You were only able to climb up a large tree and maneuver through the branches to get home. Either way, it was a close call, and Jake was not happy with it.

It may seem rash, to get angry at something so small compared to what your siblings have gotten themselves into, but you just never got in trouble, this was big for Jake.

As you both stood there in silence, Neteyam walks in, peering carefully at his dad. Neteyam knows that you find comfort in his presence, that as long as your big brother is there, everything will be okay, and your big brother will deliver. He moves over to stand a few feet away from you, far enough that your father won’t have any complaints.

“No leaving hometree for a month,” Jake grunts, shaking his head once again.

You gasped, “But, dad —”

“No.”

“Dad I —”

“No.” Jake said with finality.

“Father, I’m sorry, it is my fault, I was supposed to be watching Y/N and I decided to let her wander the forest on her own,” Neteyam interjected, raising his hands as he stepped between you and your father. Jake turns his attention to his eldest, tilting his head.

“‘Teyam, you don’t need to take the fall for every single thing your siblings do.” Jake huffed, his gaze softening. You were tucked behind your older brother, sniffling.

“No father, I insist, it is truly my fault.” Neteyam spoke, his tone more persistent. He stands taller, raising himself a bit. As you tuck yourself behind him, he reaches out a hand, gently placing it on your arm. Your sniffles quiet down at the touch.

Jake sighs. He shifts on his feet and looks away momentarily. When his gaze returns to his children, he no longer looks at them as people, but as his children.

“Okay,” he grumbles, “C’mere kids.” Jake walks forward and wraps the both of you in his arms, nuzzling onto the top of Neteyam’s head.

“I’m sorry, I just want you all to be safe, I’m afraid of losing any of you.” Jake says, muffled. You and Neteyam nod, hugging your father back.

“I love you guys, you know that right?” You and Neteyam nod once again, “Okay, get outta here.” Jake says softly.

You and Neteyam walk a few feet away before he breaks the silence.

“Are you okay baby sister?” He turns his head to you, “No more crying okay?” You hum.

“I’ll always be here to protect you, okay?” This time, Neteyam stops in his tracks, cupping your face in his hands.

“Okay.”

#neteyam sully #neteyam #neteyam x sister!reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #jake sully #dad jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #jake sully x y/n #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar fics #avatar drabble

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rollinouttahere-writes · 3 months

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helloo!! Can we please have dark chocolate number 13 with Ace pls \(//∇//)\ thank you!!♡♥︎♡♥︎╰(*´︶`*)╯🍫♡

Yandere Ace x GN!Reader

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I’m so happy to have you here with me, I will never want anyone else. You have more of a hold on me than you’ll ever know.

It’s been a few hours since you’ve last seen Ace. An eternity in his book, barely a breath of fresh air in yours. During your precious alone time, you elected to stay in his cabin and tidy up the place. His tendency to just throw shit and leave it wherever it falls left the room in a chaotic state, and that got on your nerves given that this is where you spend almost every waking moment of your day.

Going out amongst the other people on the Moby Dick always left a bad taste in your mouth. They would give you pitying glances at best, but never lend a hand to help. They ultimately cared more about Ace’s well being than yours, and since your presence was directly tied to his mental state, your fate was sealed.

You never asked for any of this. No one wants to get dragged off onto a pirate ship because the captain of it got too attached. You had a glimmer of hope that you may be able to escape after the Spade Pirates were forcibly disbanded by the Whitebeard Pirates, but as already stated. They weren’t much help. At first they couldn’t even get close to you without Ace trying to kill them, but eventually he grew on them. Then they were helping keep you on board, lest he spirals.

The relationship you had with Ace could be very draining. That fun, rambunctious side of him that had originally drawn you in was only a part of him. A front that he put on. In reality he was an intensely depressed individual that had become much more comfortable showing that side of himself to you.

In normal circumstances, this would be a heartwarming show of trust. Typically this would be a steady step in the right direction to build a healthy relationship, but nothing about your relationship was healthy. The exposure to his depressive episodes felt suffocating more than anything. While he would be sobbing into your chest and clinging to you for dear life, you would be forced to comfort your captor out of pure guilt from seeing him look so broken. You felt more like an emotional support animal than a human significant other some days.

Going back and forth between hating and pitying him was dizzying. Not to mention the bizarre form of codependent love that had been thrown into the mix. You never knew what direction your emotions towards him would go any given day, just like you never knew what kind of a mood Ace would be in.

It was exhausting. You felt like you needed a vacation to recuperate at the end of every day, but you of course never got one. So you would have to settle for the moment of peace you’ve been granted in this messy cabin.

The door is suddenly kicked open and you internally curse. Your quiet moment is done and over with now. You should have cherished it more.

Strong arms lock around your waist, heave you up, and spin you around. Ace seems to be in a good mood today, which is a plus. “(Y/N), I missed you!”

“It’s only been a couple of hours, you’re acting like it’s been months,” you muttered, more to yourself than him.

“What? A couple of hours is a long time, it felt like months.” He had mercifully stopped spinning and was looking around the room. “Where’d all my stuff go?”

You rolled your eyes, “All I did was stuff your dirty clothes into the hamper. Don’t know why you even have that thing seeing as you never use it.” It had a fine layer of dust that would gather over it in between your sporadic uses when you got fed up enough to clean.

“Not everything was dirty, most of those were still good!”

“It’s not “good” if you have to do like three sniff tests to determine that! Just wash that shit!” You were squirming to get out of his grasp, thoroughly irritated from bickering about you cleaning up his laundry.

Ace laughed and shrugged, “Maybe I’ll do it later.” Yeah right. He walked towards your shared, unmade bed and tossed you onto it before throwing himself on top of you. Oh. He’s feeling cuddly today. Great. Well, as long as he doesn’t start crying it won’t be so bad.

A kiss was placed against your cheek with enough force to squish your face, and then he unceremoniously flopped down, further squishing you into the mattress. Instead of using your chest as a pillow like he usually does, he nestled his face into your neck. His arms snaked underneath you to keep your bodies fully pressed together.

The man was a walking furnace, so you were already beginning to sweat. Such a thing didn’t bother him, but it was uncomfortable for you. Not that your discomfort was enough to deter him, you would be stuck in this position until he’d gotten his fill. This was far from the first time you’ve been subjected to this, so you knew what he wanted. One of your hands plucked his already partially dislodged hat from his head and tossed it aside so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, the other one rubbed slow circles on his back.

Ace hummed in contentment from your ministrations, and his body sagged more than it already had against your own. His hair was tangled, a common occurrence for anyone primarily living at sea. Your fingers worked meticulously to undo all of the knots. You weren’t particularly gentle with it, but he wasn’t flinching from every tug so you can’t imagine it was that harsh either.

For a while, nothing is said. Ace enjoys your company, while you feel obligated to acquiesce his wants and desires.

“I’m so happy to have you here with me, I will never want anyone else. You have more of a hold on me than you’ll ever know.” The words are spoken in a hushed whisper directly into your ear.

There it is again. That pesky, traitorous feeling of affection. The flutter of your heart from being so desperately wanted- needed even. Your impulsive inclination to comfort someone so clearly in need even though it’s absolutely not your job to do so. You wanted to “save” him almost as badly as you wanted to save yourself.

It made you question if he was the only one with serious psychological issues here. Have you always had this savior complex, or was it a recent development brought on by your living situation?

This wasn’t something you wanted to think about today. You sighed and clutched Ace closer. Maybe it would be for the best if you just turned your brain off for a little while? Thinking too hard on your circumstances has never done you any good.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #portgas d ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace x reader #yandere #reader insert #x reader #mostholy

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loveydovey-leviathan · 5 months

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(hi im the one that asked abt teen!reader) thanks for ur answer !! :D i’m 17 myself so i didn’t intend to send in anyth w a younger reader haha ^^

my req was that i wanted to ask for hcs w the cast abt how they’d react to (teen) reader fawning over their crush (from the human world LOL), it’s platonic either way so i’m not sure if adding teen here makes a difference.. 🤔

obey me x gn! teen! reader

a/n: -> written as platonic. had a lot of fun doing this request! i feel like the core difference when adding teen to the mix instead of an implied adult reader is that the bros would definitely be more protective. if mc/reader is an adult who has a crush on some random human, then they wouldn't be as scrutinizing of them.

cw: ooc. brothers only (minus satan). a lot of repeating words and sentences

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑:

He jokes about seeing his little siblings as babies still, but there is definitely an element of truth to them.

When he first finds out about your little crush, he kind of just shrugs it off. It's normal for people to develop little crushes every now and again.

But he starts getting slightly irritated when he hears you fawning. Despite that, he makes sure to listen to you.

If he worries that it might be getting serious, he makes sure to give you a lecture about what you deserve talk to you.

He isn't going to stop you from having a crush but if he thinks they're not good for you, you'll be hearing from him a lot lol.

If they hurt you in some way, they will be facing... certain repercussions.

If you want to visit them, he is not the brother you should ask because he'll most likely say no unless it's a really dire emergency.

Overall, pretty chill considering how overprotective he is as long as he deems them worthy of someone he cares about.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍:

He's freaking out.

Definitely the brother who spoils and makes time to hang out with you the most, so when he hears about your crush, he becomes a goddamn investigator.

Keeps asking questions about what they like, what they do in their free time, how much you like them. Once he's finished with the interrogation, he side-eyes you like you just told him you loved rainbow pizza (he finds that shit disgusting).

He's so annoying about your crush, I'm sorry. Whenever you bring them up in a conversation, he makes sure to complain and roll his eyes.

If you want to visit them, he's your go-to big bro. It does not take a lot of convincing to make him teleport you to a hang-out.

But even if he is a little shit about it, he still makes sure to listen carefully when you talk about them and reminds you that they "better be treatin' you right".

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

Him and Asmo are the best to talk to about your crush. They WILL listen no matter what.

As long as you listen about his crushes, he's more than happy to listen about yours.

If you're crush is someone you can hang out with and not like a celebrity crush, he lowkey gets kinda jealous 'cuz all of his crushes are either fictional or really popular, so he doesn't get to do that not like he would have the guts to anyway.

Will not put in the effort to help you in visiting them, but he will buy a bunch of equipment so you can talk to them through facetime and gaming (it comes with a pretty heavy price though).

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒:

He's so happy that you have someone to like in that way <3

Your talks last for literal hours into the night. If you're into make-up, nail art or skin care, he'll definitely help you when the two of you gossip.

He has the juiciest details in his relationships and will tell you almost everything, but he won't push you to do the same.

As much as he likes to have fun, he probably gives the most solid advice and encourages you to go for it the most out of the rest of his brothers.

He won't help you visit the human world though. Too much work.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁:

Is the most nonchalant about the whole thing.

As long as you give him something to eat, he'll listen to you simp.

Isn't really interested in your crush but he makes note of the important things like how they treat you and what they like just in case he meets them.

If they hurt you, he won't do anything rash because he doesn't want to embarrass you, but he'll push you to try and let go.

If he thinks they're nice, he won't really mention asking them out officially and just reckons you'll do it in your own time.

Doesn't give much input and mostly quietly listens, other than a few nods, hums, burps and growls here and there.

He'll help you visit the human world if you give him the right food. If it's not good enough, he won't do much and deems it too much trouble. Lucifer might put him on dinner duty and force him to not "taste-test" the food.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑:

He is the worst listener of all. He does not care in the slightest.

Any time you rant to him about the person you like, he will fall asleep in 2 minutes flat.

The only time he'll put effort into anything that has to do with your crush is when they make you sad. He's lazy as shit but it's for you so he'll attempt to make your crush's life a very big minor inconvenience for a few days as revenge. He'll also try to convince you to join him btw.

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asahicore · 9 months

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hiding in plain sight - sh, js, jy, jw

pairing. enhypen x gn!reader (sunghoon, jay, jake, jungwon)

genre. fluff, s2l or f2l, headcanons/scenarios

word count. 1.7k

author’s note. after a month of hibernation i give you this instead of any of my planned wips <3 i got inspired by the tiktok trend w this song so credits to whoever started that ig? also dw i’m not a heesunriki hater i just only had ideas for 4 of the mbs lmao and thank u to @zreamy for beta reading without u i’d be dead in a ditch somewhere.. ok have fun reading lmk what u think !!

You and Sunghoon had known about each other long before you’d met, let alone got together. Well, known about each other might be a bit of an understatement - you both had huge crushes on the other in high school but, of course, had never considered that your feelings might be reciprocated. Sunghoon was the handsome figure skater whose good looks everyone gushed over, but because of his shyness, not many had the privilege of calling him a friend. You, on the other hand, were the captain of your school’s beloved soccer team. and were popular among the student body for your outgoing and friendly personality. You definitely weren’t blind to Sunghoon’s good looks, and you not only admired his grace and elegance on ice but also envied his small friend group and apparent lowkeyness. Little did you know how cool Sunghoon thought you looked leading your team on the field and how he wished he could befriend people as easily as you. Grass is always greener on the other side, as they say, and you and Sunghoon were both jealous and admiring the flowers in the other’s garden. It wasn’t until later that you met again, when you started attending the same sports university. Your roommate was a figure skater and invited you to their Welcome party - even if you and Sunghoon hadn’t known each other well, seeing a familiar face was comforting (especially for him), and so you spent the better part of the evening talking and actually getting to know each other beyond the surface-knowledge impressions you had of the other. You were amazed at how much you shared and how well you got along and you couldn’t help but think what a shame it was that you were finding out about this now, and not years earlier when high school had started. You exchanged contact information at that party, gradually got closer, and the rest is history.

Jay is usually an extremely patient man, but even he gets tired of waiting for you to recognize his feelings for you sometimes. Most of the time, he’s happy to essentially treat you like he’s your boyfriend without the actual label. Cooking you your favorite meals, picking up coffee and a pastry for you in the morning, carrying your bag for you, tucking your hair behind your ear - you name it, he’ll do it. You just think he’s a really sweet and caring friend, while he wonders when you’re going to realize he’s hopelessly in love with you. If you were anyone else, he’d have no problem straight up asking you out, but because you’ve been friends for so long, he’s afraid of making you uncomfortable or of risking your friendship. So he does what any other normal, sane person would do, and decides to become your secret admirer. If he’s too scared to confess his feelings to you, his anonymous alter ego isn’t. Over the next few weeks, he slips love notes or song lyrics that remind him of you in your bag and places snacks on your table before you get to class, all while he gets to watch your reactions and your growing fondness for this “secret” admirer. He’s filled with pride every time a wide smile blooms on your lips as you read his notes, every time he catches you listening to a song recommendation of his, and every time you gush about your admirer or wonder who he is, not knowing he’s right in front of you, looking at you with nothing but affection in his eyes. After a little under a month, he writes a time and place for you to come meet him on the note he sneaks in your bag. The way your expression as your eyes find Jay goes from giddy, to confused, to disbelieving, to giddy again is absolutely priceless, and Jay stands there through your stages of realization, watching you with a wide grin on his lips and a bouquet in his hands. It all makes sense now - his attention to you over the years, the way your secret admirer seemed to know exactly what you liked. After he confesses, you tell him you might need some time to transition from your friendship into a relationship, but let’s be honest, your feelings for him only need mere days to grow - and you now realize that they might have always been there, waiting for you to notice them.

Your first encounter with Jake may be described as ‘right person, wrong time.’ It was halfway through your first year of college - you’d just gotten dumped by your high school boyfriend who you’d been dating for three years and had had to go long-distance with, while Jake had just found out his girlfriend, whom he’d started dating in the first week of college, had been cheating on him basically the whole of their relationship. Let’s just say that when you went to a party organized by the student association of your department, neither of you were in a great place. He’d found you by the counter of the bar that had been rented out, downing a shot of tequila on your lonesome. By that time, you were already so wasted that the memories of him coming up to you, hitting you with some random one-liner and ordering a drink of his own were fuzzy. You’d kept on drinking with him as you told each other about your recent heartbreaks, so you could not at all recollect those moments - but getting into an Uber with him was somewhat clearer. It wasn’t until the next day, when you woke up with a terrible headache naked in his bed, that you realized what you’d done. Jake was still completely passed out, and you managed to dress and slip out of his room without waking him up. Thankfully, you were part of a big department in a big university, so you only very scarcely ran into each other after that. Having no classes and barely any friends in common meant that the only times you saw him after your one-night stand were from afar at the library or at a club every now and then. You’d exchange a quick hi, maybe some small talk, but nothing more than that. You did wonder about him sometimes - what it’d have been like if you hadn’t met when your mutual breakups weren’t so fresh, what might’ve happened had you not left so sneakily in the morning, how he’d react if you approached him once more and actually talked to him. Then, in your third year, not only do you share a class, but your professor also partners you up for the whole semester. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that you and Jake have more in common than having gone through a bad breakup in your first year of university, and you hit it off. You really hit it off. He makes you laugh, and he takes the uni work you have to do seriously, and obviously, he’s very good-looking. A few dates later, you realize how thankful you are for meeting the right person again - and now at the right time, too.

Had luck been on your side, you and Jungwon could have fallen in love much earlier than you did. You’d met at the Arts & Crafts club of your university, of all places. Between assignments, attending class, having a decent social life, and worrying about the amount of instant ramen you’d consumed that week, activities like scrapbooking or knitting were a welcome addition to your life. It let you turn your mind off for a while and just focus on making something pretty, or at least fun, for a while. When you found out your university had a club for it, you immediately joined - you’d have access to more supplies and could befriend people with the same hobby as you. Your first time there, your eyes immediately settled on a broad-shouldered boy at the end of the table that seemed very focused on gluing bits of paper to a beat-up notebook. What caught your attention was how familiar he looked - not like you met a long time ago, but like you’d seen him around a few times. You’re not sure what it is, all you know is that you find yourself walking across the room and taking the seat right in front of him. He looks up as you sit down, and his dimpled smile immediately makes your heart skip a beat. That first day, you just make small talk, asking the other about their courses and showing each other your progress on whatever art you’re crafting. But now that you know him, it feels like you see him everywhere - in the campus café, at the library, in line at the grocery store, it’s like you can’t escape him anymore. Not that you’d want to, anyway. You’re always happy to run into him, but the best part is that he seems to feel the same way, if his wave and wide grin upon seeing you are anything to go by. On one of those days where you randomly run into each other, he grabs his courage with two hands and asks you if you’d like to get coffee with him - you accept right away, of course. It’s this rainy afternoon, as you sit in a cozy café with a warm cappuccino in your hands, that you find out why Jungwon had looked so familiar the first day. You had lived in the same town, one where it was unlikely you’d know everyone but possible to run into anyone, had attended the same middle school, and even when he’d moved away for high school, you’d kept mutual friends, which meant that you had attended the same wild parties of more than sixty people. You’d lived in the same uni dorm in your first year, so you’d probably seen each other in the laundry room or during fire alarm tests. Even crazier, your parents had had the same vacation spot for years, and when you were fifteen you’d actually been there at the same time. You searched through your gallery and found pictures taken at the same place, mere hours apart. And yet, it was only at the Arts and Crafts club that you finally met. If you didn’t believe in soulmates before, meeting Jungwon had surely convinced you of the opposite.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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hear me out: friends w benefits hero x villian and like both of them are telling sidekick/henchman that like the sex is so good and stuff they eventually just start talking about each other like all the time and it goes to how they just love spending time with each other?? and sidekick/henchman are like. you’re in love idiot go get them

“Fucking idiots,” the henchman said as their eyes scanned the rooftops, finding the hero and villain fighting. If you could call it that. It was more like a game of tag that ended with the hero being pushed against stone.

Immediately, the sidekick blushed.

“You can’t say that about your superior all the time—”

The henchman raised a lazy brow and and gave them a quick glance.

“Why not? They’re fucking idiots. Both of them.” They looked down at the ridiculous game again and spotted how the hero was just about to use a judo throw on the villain. Their performance was shit though and they didn’t get the angle right. Since the villain was a lot taller and heavier than the hero, nothing happened except for the villain laughing and correcting their enemy’s stance.

The henchman sighed and looked at the sidekick they were supposed to fight — had long given up on that, for they weren’t experienced — and nudged them to get their attention.

“Respecting someone and stating the obvious are two entirely different things you’re allowed to do, you know,” the henchman remarked.

“I can’t say the hero is a fucking idiot—” The sidekick giggled like an…idiot.

The henchman tilted their head and tried to process that but they had a very bad feeling about this.

“Look at them. I mean, seriously. Look at them. They’re both so incompetent it hurts.”

“You’re so grumpy.” The sidekick smiled again. “Funny, how mad you get.”

“No. I mean it. I’m gonna bomb something if they tell me one more time how good the hero is in bed. It’s not a part of my contract to listen to their stupid sex life.”

“Someone seems irritated,” the sidekick said. They looked at the spectacle on the rooftops as well, frowning as their boss landed in a very suggestive position with their enemy. “But I get that you’re frustrated. I was told I’m not allowed to get too close to the enemy.”

“That’s not the problem,” the henchman said but it sounded unsure, a bit weak even. They turned around and leaned with their back against the railing. “It’s annoying.”

“I read somewhere that heroes are the biggest hypocrites. Could’ve been a silly newspaper report but I think about it too often for it to be meaningless.” The sidekick tore their eyes off the fight that had turned into a lazy make out session. “But who cares about that? I just want them to be happy.”

“People like that are never happy,” the henchman said. “No amount of love can change that.”

“Wow, so serious.” The sidekick turned towards the henchman with pursed lips. “A bit cold-hearted.”

“That’s what this job is like. You don’t get to have fun with your nemesis without there being consequences.” They shrugged, tilting their head from side to side lazily. They knew it was a little habit they had accidentally adopted from the villain. After all, they’d been friends for over a decade.

The sidekick giggled again.

“What’s so funny?”

“You always bite your lip when you concentrate. It’s cute.”

“Hm.” The henchman’s face burnt which made them frown because they didn’t know why this was happening.

“Wanna get lunch?” The sidekick asked eventually. “I’m starving.”

“Sure.”

None of them were in their civilian clothes, though, which led to a lot of questions when they ordered burgers in a fastfood restaurant.

#felt a bit silly with this one 🤭#tomorrow smut #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #henchmanxsidekick #sidekick x henchman #sidekickxhenchman #henchman x sidekick

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boydepartment · 10 months

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Grumpy x sunshine trope w/ jay :<

I GOTCHU MY DEAR <3 if you wanted the reader to be the grumpy one shoot me another ask and i will be so happy to write you up another one :)

you’re smiling- jay park x reader

MASTERLIST au is ambigious, he could be an idol or he could just be a dude wc- 752

This was your first time going on a vacation with a group of friends, it was uncharted waters and it made you so excited to experience new things with your friends. You were so lucky to have such a nice group, it kept your spirits way up.

Even when your best friend sometimes got a little down spirited. Jay Park wasn’t always like that, he just sometimes had that look written on him that made some people who didn’t know him a little intimidated. You’ve watched him roll his eyes at people and huff out of annoyance; it didn’t stop you from bothering him sometimes though.

You couldn’t help it, you absolutely loved getting into his personal space and trying to make him smile by doing stupid things that sometimes landed in you getting hurt. Jay's immediate response was to always patch you up with a remark or two on how you need to be more careful. You would just smile and nod.

You didn’t know this, but Jay loved this about you. He loved how even if he was in a mood that didn’t stop you from bothering him. In fact, you never bothered him at all, it took him a long time to realize that. When he finally connected the pieces that you didn’t actually bother him, and he started to miss your little quirks- Jay knew he was in hot water. Part of him didn’t want to go on the trip knowing you were going to be there because he just knew he would fall more in love with you.

And here you two were, it was late, and the window was open in the kitchen. It lets the hot summer breeze warm you both up from the freezing cold air conditioning. It was comforting.

“Oh, come on why wont you listen to it with me?” You whined as he did the dishes that originally Sunoo was supposed to do. He ended up accidentally knocking out with Heeseung, though you think he did it on purpose.

“Because I am doing the work, so I choose the music.” Jay said stoically. He had his back faced towards you, you just kicked your feet at the dinner table and watched him.

“So then, I will do the dishes and I can pick the music!” You hopped up and he whipped around, towel now on his shoulder.

You looked up at him with curious eyes and he did everything in his power to not break his monotonous look, “whaaat?” You gave him a funny look.

“Last time I let you do the dishes you ended up getting water stains on all of them.”

You whined and grabbed onto his arms, “I looked up YouTube videos please!”

Jay looked down at you, “you looked up YouTube videos on how to do the dishes?”

“Um obviously, I wanted to get better at it for you!”

Jay felt his heart pang, he blinked a couple times before you softly flicked him in the forehead. You were giggling and he wanted to do something, ANYTHING, but he just kept his stoic look.

“Move over I wanna do it, and I want you to listen to the new album with me!” You shoved him lightly and he moved over. You went on your tip toes to grab the towel, then you faced the demons in the sink. He just watched you as you danced around, you were still doing it wrong. But Jay didn’t mind, he will clean them up after you go to bed or something. He just enjoyed watching you.

You were in your own little world listening to the singer belt their heart out, it was upbeat and fun. You always thought Jay should listen to more music like this, you think it would help his grumpy attitude. You “finished” the dishes and turned to him; he was smiling at you.

“Youre smiiiling!” You skipped over to him to tease him more.

“No, I’m not.” Jay said quickly and looked away; he covered his mouth with his hand.

“Yes, you are! You must like the album then!”

You really had no idea; he thought the album was OKAY at best. What he really liked was watching you dance around and be one of the brightest things he has ever seen. You were like a sun to him, and you really had no clue how much he loved to bathe in your sunlight.

“Oh, nooooo you caught me! I think the album is just so good.” He said sarcastically and looked at you. Your response was to laugh and put the towel back on his shoulder.

Jay watched as you walked to the other room, his smile coming back when you weren’t looking just like always.

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youngyoo-apologist · 16 days

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When it comes to OG!Cale ships I like both OG!AlCale and OG!ChoiHan but it really depends on the scenario

For example, I like OG!AlCale in both regression aus and TBoaH adjacent timeline things because I think a huge thing I like in their dynamic is how mysterious they both are to the other party. The fun of their dynamic is them discovering more about each other and the various miscommunications they have cause of their own personalities, and I think that works very well no matter the universe.

But with OG!ChoiCale, I feel like I can really only enjoy it in TBoaH adjacent things or if they both have the memories of the first life.

To me, a big thing about OG!ChoiCale is about the life they lived together, how they hated eachother, how they both didn’t know eachother for years, how they could have spent time together during the war due to unfortunate circumstances(there not being enough people left)

Like, I think OG!ChoiCale can be such a cool dynamic, such a sad, but comforting one at the same time. It’s a little bitter how the man you thought you would hate forever became a close companion, how he’s more similar to you than your younger self woild have ever thought, but do you really hate it?

Can you really hate having a person who understands you, when so many people have died? When so many are gone?

Something about the sadness of it all, how it was tragedy that brought them against each other at first, but now it brings them together. How they could only ever grow to understand eachother because of the pain they face, the pain that they shared. At some point, can you really hate him, even until the end? After all those years? After coming to understand him? No, you cannot.

Like, it adds in extra layers when they both care about each other at some point mid-way through the war, but they still can’t really talk to eachother properly. They care, but they frustrate one another, anger each other. Choi Han doing increasingly more risky and self sacrificial things because ‘I’m a hero’ ‘I have to do it.’ ‘It is justice to save people’, despite the fact that it’s at the expense of himself

And Cale’s frustration at Choi Han’s attitude. He can never wrap his head around the fact that Choi Han destroys himself for the sake of other people, and believes it’s heroic(He knows Choi Han doesnt, he know Choi Han hates it too, but he doesn’t know what else to say to himself other than the fact that ‘it’s for the greater good’, because he will go crazy if he doesn’t)

He’s mad, but there’s some twisted sense of understanding in there too. Cale understands, because he became trash for his family, he became trash to protect them, he had to do it.

But that’s only what he thought.

He was older now, he had lost them all, and he had seen how his trash act hadn’t done anything to protect them. It only distanced him from them, and now they were gone, and he could never see them again, he could never make amends.

Cale is mad at Choi Han for sacrificing himself because while Choi Han is hurting himself, the people who he loves, and the people who love him, watch him do it over and over again and he doesn’t listen to their worried cries.

He’s mad, but he understands. It was frustrating to be on the other side, watching someone destroy themselves for the sake of others when the people who cared about them wanted the exact opposite. The only difference between him and Choi Han was that Choi Han was never a good liar, he could never hide how much pain he went through.

In a way, Cale thought it was better that way.

At some point, there is love that is there. Love that follows them, and it’s so painful because they both know the tragedy edy to it that is how they are doomed, how they can never be happy in the first time line where they knew each other.

Because as Cale and Choi Han, they can’t be happy. Not when so much has been lost, not when the world is falling apart, they may love each other, but loving each other as they are means being in a world where everything else they love is gone.

It is a cruel kind of love.

Like let’s say they do pursue these feelings, even though knowing those two I don’t think they’d ever say anything in that scenario. If they did it would probably be Cale going like:

“Choi Han, do you love me?”

Choi Han doesn’t say anything, but his silence in place of adamant refusal is enough of an answer.

“Do you love me, Cale?”

Cale doesn’t say anything either, only smiling at Choi Han with his signature, cynical and bitter smile.

He didn’t deny it either.

It was a confirmation of feelings, but unlike the confessions from romance novels and stories, the main character and lead do not end up together and live happily ever after.

They stay together, but the world around them is not happy, not at all. They are together, but not as partners or as lovers, but two people who live in their suffering because all they can do is live.

I feel like anything they do together would always have an air of melancholy to it. Maybe they kiss, once, and no more, because there is no point in making it a regular thing. Not when everything in their world will end, even if they keep on fighting for it to not be that way.

They kiss, and it’s short, but in that short moment, the world is nothing but Cale and Choi Han.

Isn’t that selfish? If it’s like this, then they could ignore how everything has gone so badly. But that is exactly why they cannot be together, there is no ignoring the reality of their situation, no matter how sweet it would be to live in a false dream and never wake up.

I like my OG!ChoiCale a little doomed.

#I LOVE DOOMED YAOI!!!!!!!!#I can only like OG!ChoiCale when they’re different from TCF ChoiCale #actually that’s something I don’t like in a lot of things #where it’s just TCF copy and pasted but Roksoo is gone and OG Cale is in his place #it’s something I don’t prefer personally #because I like OG Cale as he is #and not as KRS’s replacement #I like both of them and they both deserve their own stories #not to say that OG AlCale is similar to TCF AlCale #they aren’t really similar #but I guess I’m more particular about how I feel on OG ChoiCale cause they’re my favorite ship 😭#yes the ship with zero screentime is my favorite #I know #it’s tragic #but yeah I like OG!ChoiCale as doomed old man yaoi #I think there is a lot of potential in their dynamic #because of how doomed the TBoaH universe is #tcf #lcf #just rambling #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #tcf novel #lcf novel #og cale henituse #choicale

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veraghost · 2 years

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sleepy in a sundress ❤️‍🔥

wrote this for @134340am ‘s Sundress szn collab! hope u enjoy! ps, this is my first time writing in awhile!

w/c: 2.7k

cw; nsfw scenes, penatrative sex, breeding, heat stroke, oral sex (f recieving), somnophilia, begging, softieshima, overstumulation (slight) if i missed any, please let me know

In the middle of summer, when your apartment is scorching hot, when your skin is sticky with sweat, you need to find some way to cool down. The solution being short dresses and little to no clothing. Although your A/C is blasting at every hour of the day, the heat always overpowers it, making almost everything inside hot - borderline uncomfortable. So when Tsukishima proposed the idea of going to the park, you quickly ran to your shared bedroom and found the beautiful sundress you had bought in secret just for this moment.

After hastily putting your sundress on - eager to get out of the house - you spend five minutes trying to get the zipper in the back up, struggling internally, but not asking your lovely boyfriend - you wouldn’t hear the end of it until he was asleep later that day. “Y/N? What’s taking you so long, I wanna go soon or else we’ll miss the ice cream truck!” Tsukishima yells from the entrance to your apartment. Admitting defeat, you walk out of your bedroom and turn around without a word.

“You seriously spent the last five minutes trying to get up the zipper?” He asks, and you can hear him making fun of you, he thinks he’s good at hiding his tone but you’ve been dating since the start of third year, you know him like the back of your hand. “Yes Kei, I did. Now are you going to help me or are you going to make us stay in this apartment for longer? We’ll miss the ice cream truck.” You snap back, not wanting to hear it from him today.

“Yeah, what do you think I’m trying to do?” You can hear some strain in his voice, almost like he's struggling with the zipper himself. “Fuckin’ finally,” he sighs out, and you feel the zipper go up your back, “as much as I love this dress on you, please don’t wear it out often - that zipper is a bitch.” He says, quickly slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the apartment, locks the door, and brings you outside.

“So what’s our plan, Kei?” You ask curiously, he didn’t tell you much when he brought up going to the park, since you’re always working you haven’t experienced the fun side of summer since it started. When Kei forced you to take a couple days vacation to finally spend some time with you, you reluctantly agreed, missing his touch and everything else about him. Now that you’ve finally had a touch of life with him again - outside your shared apartment - you don’t know if you ever want to go back to work.

“First things first, we gotta get to the ice cream truck, Yamaguchi won’t stop talking about how good the ice cream is there, then maybe we just walk around the park?” He suggests, and you couldn’t care less what you do, as long as you have some quality time with him at some point, you’d be happy with just sitting beside him as he reads his books. “Sounds perfect, baby.” You agree before taking your hand in his and starting your walk to the park a couple blocks away.

You forgot how beautiful New York City is, how even though the city tends to smell ratchet, that near Central Park life seemed to become more vibrant, the colours being bright and full of life, the people laughing and conversing with each other, simply enjoying their lives. You haven’t been able to feel this kind of freedom since you got your promotion, since the company you work for lost employees for various reasons, the workload becoming too much, stress eating away at your body.

“Hey, love?” Kei asks you, waving a hand across your face, getting you out of your trance. “Don’t tell me you're thinking of going back home so you can do some work on your vacation.” He says sternly, almost like he wants to spend time with you? You know he does, but he never shows it this much, always doing small gestures and not outright saying it.

“No, no, just thinking about how nice this is, spending time with you and not having to worry about anything else but where the ice cream truck is hidden today.” You respond back, walking as to not waste time while you’re out. There’s a moment of silence, all you can hear is people conversing and the birds chirping as they come back from hunting for their families. It is peaceful, and for once you think maybe you could get used to this life, not working, just supporting Tsukishima as he plays volleyball, slowly making it to the big leagues.

“I could support you if you ever decide to, I’d love to- oh! There’s the ice cream truck, c’mon!” He jumps, practically running to the truck. You laugh before chasing after him, knowing the only reason he’s running is so he can get a dinosaur popsicle like always. You remember when you came here for your first date in third year, how sad he looked when they said they were out, so much so you ran to a corner store, saying you needed to pick up some groceries, and how you made him wait outside so you could surprise him with the popsicle.

“One dinosaur popsicle and… Love, what do you want?” He questions, before getting your order and waiting for the food to be served. When you get your order, he finds a secluded picnic table and sits, gesturing to the other side of the table. As you sit, he starts a conversation, simply wanting to enjoy your presence, listening to your voice making him calm, internally missing the dates you’d have, though he’d never admit it.

Hours pass, and soon it’s midday, the sun beating down on you, and with only having breakfast and an ice cream cone, exhaustion slowly takes over your body. He catches this almost immediately and you go home, during the walk back, you’re apologising profusely for making your time out so short. He hushes you, saying that next time he’ll pack food for the two of you, and bringing an ample amount of water bottles to avoid dehydration.

When you get back home, you quickly run to your bed, not even bothering to take off the sundress, knowing if you want to change back into it you'll have a hell of a time. Within minutes you passed out, as Tsukishima sits in the living room reading the book you got him for Valentine’s Day that he never got around to reading, turning on a fan in the house to make sure it’s cool enough for you to sleep comfortably.

When he walks into your room, seeing you in that damn sundress, long legs exposed and your tits looking amazing - thanks to how you’re sleeping, - your hair fallen perfectly and the light in your room making you look ethereal, he can’t help but remember when last time he was in you, hearing you, the red marks you’d always leave on his back while he makes you see heaven. He can’t help how quickly his pants tighten, feeling his erection straining against his jeans. You’re sleeping, not even trying to turn him on, but this fucking sundress made it difficult, all day he’s been thinking about undressing you, making you see stars, and now here you are.

Shifting your position slightly, spreading your legs, making sure you won’t feel any discomfort at all - even while you sleep. He slowly undressed himself, making sure his belt hitting the floor, the little jingle it makes doesn’t wake you. Bringing two fingers up to your slit, he realised that even asleep, you’re wet and ready for him, for all of him. Flipping your dress skirt up, and slowly pulling your underwear down he moves down so that he is face to face with your cunt, seeing how wet you are when the light catches your folds perfectly. He moves your legs a little further apart and takes an experimental lick up your cunt, seeing how your face scrunches up a little from his wet muscle, before going back to a calm, sleeping state. When your breathing returns to normal, he decides to do it again, and again.

You paint a little in your sleep, moving your upper body a little - almost like you're trying to run from him? Noticing how even when you’re asleep you still get affected by his ministrations, and he wants to see more of it, more of how he affects you. Inserting a finger into your little hole, feeling how it tightens around his finger, imagining it being his cock. He adds another, seeing you wince, he slows down, not wanting you to wake up until you near your orgasm, letting you wake up to white hot pleasure. When you calm down, he adds a third, and feels you tighten a little, noticing how your hips unconsciously chase his fingers.

“Fuck it.” He decides, wanting to see your face explode with pleasure when you wake up - eyes open, mouth agape, tongue lolling out as you shudder in his arms. Increasing his pace, his tongue finds your clit, swirling sucking on it until he feels your breathing coming out faster and your pants bordering moans. He knows your close to cumming, knows your going to wake up at any moment, just so he can fuck you back to sleep. And when you do wake up, you better not be surprised, your sundress made every curve of your body soft, every movement you did, the dress complimented it. And now, when you sleep in it, while his face and fingers are buried deep in you, the dress pooling around his head as he slowly brings you to euphoria, his hard on presses harder into his jeans and he can’t help but rut into the bed, needing to feel some of the pressure leave his body.

Three more pumps of his fingers, his mouth sucking at your clit and you’re cumming around him, your hands fly up to his hair, tugging on it, your legs thrashing around before you go completely lax in his arms, a little sigh coming from you mouth, and he smirks as he laps up your essence, feeling it drip down his chin. Coming up from his spot between your legs, he admires your fucked-out face, a little smile gracing your lips when your eyes open to see your boyfriend,

“Good morning, love.” He welcomes you, before you notice his hard on, raging in his pants. Giving you a questioning look, he looks at his pants then backs you, simply shrugging it off. You start on his belt, working his pants and boxers off until his dick springs out and slaps his stomach.

No matter how many times you have sex with Kei, how mnay times you’ve taken him, you always forget just how big he is, and how pretty his dick is. Opening your legs a little further, you make a silent offering, too sleepy to say anything, hoping he won’t tease you this time. Knowing him, he will, just a little. It’s been forever since you’ve fucked and you know he won’t be able to hold off for long when he has that look in his eyes. The look that can make you shrink and submit to anything he wants.

“Beg for me, Y/N, beg for me to make you feel good again.” He tells you, unmoving when you look at him with exasperation. You can’t believe he’s making you do this when it’s been weeks, maybe even months since he was with you. But you’re just as desperate as he is, not having an ounce of patience in you.

“Please Kei, make me feel good, fuck me like I know you can.” You beg, and it seems good enough, because when he finally starts pushing into you, all the air from your body gets caught in your throat, cutting off all of the thoughts in your head. He lets you adjust to him, knowing you probably could’ve been prepped a little more, remembering just how tight you are. When you seem ok, he gives an experimental thrust, seeing your eyes roll back into your head. He chuckles slightly, and you don’t even hear it from how good he feels - quickly becoming a vessel for him to use.

“Remember to breathe, pretty baby.” He whispers before losing all self control and rutting into you, completely forgetting to go easy on you - not that you mind. Kei is usually gentle when it comes to you, scared that he’ll hurt his perfect girlfriend, but now when he’s desperate to make you cum over and over again until you shake from every thrust he gives you, he doesn’t care. He just wants to make you feel good, make you his perfect little fucktoy. He wants to make you forget about your job, become his pretty little trophy wife, a symbol of his success in volleyball.

He gets lost in that thought, you at his games, watching in the stands in an extra jersey, cheering for him as you tell everyone that's your boyfriend. He gets lost in the thought of you being at home waiting to congratulate him on his wins, console him on his losses. He gets lost in you, in having a life with you, getting married, having kids. Having kids. Watching you waddle around with your tummy carrying his kids, a symbol of his love.

“Kei baby, slow down, we have all day- fuck just like that” You plead, his pace going even faster - if possible. He’s animalistic, completely out of control of his movements, focused on getting you impregnated, making you his completely. Making you carry his children.

“Can I make you pregnant? Please baby, wanna see you with my babies, my pretty girl carrying my pretty babies in her.” He begs you, literally begs you. Secretly, you’ve been wanting this for months, wanting to start a family, but being too scared to even bring up the idea, knowing Kei always seemed to be weary of the idea of children, thinking he isn’t fit for the job, thinking he wouldn’t be around enough to parent correctly. But now, when he knows you’re not going to leave, knowing that he was weary of it years ago, he’s ready, ready to make a family with you.

“Yes you can, please I wanna start a family with you” You say quietly into his ear, and it’s game over. The knot in your stomach breaking, seeing heaven as you cum on his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head the upteenth time that day. He doesn’t slow either, fucking you through your pleasure, making you cum again from overstimulation. He follows quickly after, angling your hips up so his seed goes to your womb, guaranteeing your pregnancy.

He stays inside of you until you’ve calmed down, until his breathing is even, and slumps down next to you, pulling out of you and wrapping you up into an embrace. So much has happened and you can’t process it, but your heart is happy as you realise you might be entering a new chapter of your life - with Tsukishima. He sighs into your ear before pulling you closer, so that you’re face to face with him. You can see everything from here, the gold flecks in his eyes, the freckles that adorn his nose, everything.

“I meant what I said, I want to start a family with you, I want you to be mine,” He says quietly, looking down so he doesn’t need to make eye contact with you, a light blush on his face, and he looks beautiful. He looks like he wants to say something more, and after a few more seconds of silence, of you completely listening to him, he continues. “Please let me take care of you, I have a spot in one of the D1 volleyball teams, I’d be able to take care of us and the kids. You get so stressed when they give you more work and I miss you, please let me be all you need.” He finishes, and you’re agreeing without a second thought.

Hopefully the ring hiding in his closet will come in good use soon, and the plane tickets to Paris.

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thank you! so for the abby Littman x f reader, could you make it an established relationship pls?

just a bunch of fluff between them. r always holding her, cuddling her, etc. (and abby does those to r too) can you add cuddles while facing each other and kisses too

maybe add some angst too? but not angst between them two, but rather situations around them? like maybe when abby was getting ghosted by max and co. and or the deal w abbys parents

thank you so much! have a great day ! : ) <<<333

I was just wondering if you could also add like kissing and rubbing her legs/thighs too..if that makes sense..?

not in like an sort of sexual way, but more comfort? like telling her she's beautiful and all, yk? especially after stupid press😒

yes, i’m sorry it took so long to write this and any other requests that are currently pending!

okay, please enjoy, and keep sending reqs!

kisses

Oh, you hated her friends. You were never big fans of the girls. And now, because of a little misunderstanding, they were ghosting your girl for something that wasn’t even her fault, really.

Then on top of that, Abbys parents were total assholes. I don’t think we even need to discuss the reasons!

But you were always there, waiting for her on the sidelines like an amazing girlfriend.

Today was especially bad, because on top of her friends, and her parents, there was also Press. He’d make fun of her about taping her legs, and it was uncalled for. If you weren’t half his size you would probably go at him.

As soon as the two of you had laid down to cuddle for a nap, Abby had burst into tears. It took her almost an hour to stop and to tell you what was wrong, and the whole time you were doing whatever you could.

Typically when this would happen, you would rub her back, tell her everything would be okay, and of course give her small kisses. And that’s exactly what you did this time, too.

The tight hold around your torso begins to loosen, and that’s how you know the tears and dying down, and that it’s okay to start asking questions.

“What happened Abby?” You could tell today was worse and that it wasn’t just her parents and the girls. There was more pain in her eyes, and you hated to see it.

She opens her mouth to reply, but then shuts it.

“It’s okay, take your time,” You wipe her tears and plant a kiss on her head. “You are beautiful, Abby, I promise.”

“But, Press—“

“I don’t give a shit was Press said, or what Max said, or what your parents said. The only thing that matters is what I say, right?” You tilt your head, a lump forming in your throat from the condition all these people have put her in.

Abby nodded.

“Good, good,” You give a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. And it probably won’t until you see Abby happy and smiling again.

Abby is lying on her side, so you have easy access to her thighs, and you can tell she didn’t tape them today.

Truth be told, you preferred her when she had no tape, and everything was just her. That’s why you were with her—for her.

She’s wearing leggings today, so there would be no reason for her to use the tape—not that there is a reason regardless, she’s beautiful the way she is! But Press made fun of her even if she wasn’t wearing it, and you knew it.

“I love you, Abs,” You rub her thighs in a reassuring way, rather than a sexual way. “You don’t need the tape, okay? Remember what we just said? Say it with me. Nobody matters—“

“But you,” Abby finished for you, a small smile playing your lips.

“Exactly,” You look at her sympathetically. How could so many people cause so much hurt to such a small girl? “Let me take care of you.”

She takes it just the way you were hoping. She didn’t think for a second you were being sexual, because you would never take advantage of her when she was in such a state.

She knew you only wanted to comfort her, and that’s exactly what you did.

You were the only person she ever really felt comfortable being naked around, she she let you take her leggings off to you could rub and kiss her thighs.

You rub her right leg while placing a few kisses on her left thigh before speaking again, “I love you more than anything, Abby. Please don’t let them hurt you. I can’t bare to see you so distraught. But if you need to cry again, I’m always here, baby.”

You continue to kiss her thighs until she says enough, and leans down to kiss you.

“I feel better, thank you,” Abby smiles.

“I’m glad to hear it,” You beam. You place more kisses all around her face—her forehead, cheeks, chin, everywhere.

You spend the rest of the night binge watching your guys new favorite show.

#abby littman x reader #abby littman #ginny and georgia x reader #ginny and georgia

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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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'cause you care, and i swear that i'm here, but i'm there it's gettin' harder to hunt me down (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Summary: In hindsight, your crush on Bradley started innocently enough - he came into the bar one evening and you thought he was cute. Well, more than cute, but it all had to start somewhere...

OR Y/N and Bradley over the course of many, many weekends at the Hard Deck

Author’s Note: so this was actually so much fun to write, especially having never dabbled in x reader fics before. the fic itself starts off in ‘present day’ and is interspersed with flashbacks, relatively compliant with the movie timeline. let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for part 2!

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today

Your typical shifts at the Hard Deck were filled with rowdy naval officers and assorted North Island adjacent personnel, alike. You often ended up a sweaty and exhausted mess after hours on your feet taking orders for beers, shots, and mixed drinks, to say nothing of all the shit you had to put up with from some of the more persistent patrons. Luckily, Penny taught you how to use The Bell to your advantage pretty early on in your tenure. But tonight was unlike any other shift you’d had at the Hard Deck before because tonight was a Wednesday and the place was practically a ghost town.

It was almost perfect - there was no other way to describe it. Someone could flag you down without raising their voice, there were fewer people to jostle you around, so you spilled less beer and had less to clean, and you could even hear the low din of the Padres game on the TV above the bar. You had just finished getting a group of women their drinks and were about to start unloading the glassware from the dishwasher below the bar when the bell jingled above the door - something else you normally wouldn’t hear on a hectic Friday or Saturday night shift.

And when you saw who had stepped through the doorway, you bit back a smile while the butterflies in your stomach went into overdrive. It was the first time you’d seen Bradley since Saturday night after you’d embarrassed yourself in front of him and you wished you’d had more time to mentally prepare yourself to see him again.

“Bradley, hey!” you called out, trying to be casual.

His head snapped over to look at you and the smile slipped off your face at the almost frantic look in his eye. Bradley had initially looked so casual and carefree when he entered the Hard Deck, but the second he saw you, he froze up.

“H-hey, Y/N. W-what are you doing here?”

You shrank back into yourself. “Uhh I work here?”

“You don’t work on Wednesdays.”

“Jimmy wasn’t feeling well, so Penny asked me to come in for a bit,” you explained.

You only worked part time at the Hard Deck. You were currently a rising 3L at Stanford, but were working that summer in the San Diego County District Attorney’s Office, so you recently picked up some weekend shifts at the Hard Deck. Your mom knew the owner, Penny Benjamin, from her days in the Kappa house at USC and she had been more than happy to take you on part time. A Wednesday night shift after a full day of work wasn’t exactly ideal, but Penny had sounded desperate on the phone, so without even changing out of your work clothes, you drove over.

“Oh,” Bradley said.

You couldn’t help but feel as though you’d done something wrong. Like he didn’t want you there. You quickly glanced down at your business casual attire and hoped you weren’t blushing too noticeably.

“Umm, can I get you something? The usual?” You moved to get him a clean glass and started towards the tap selection further down the bar.

Bradley shook his head, stopping you in your tracks, and then glanced around the bar. He took a seat and then glanced at his phone. “No, uhh - that’s okay. I uhh - I’m actually waiting for someone.”

Just as you were about to ask who he was waiting for, realization dawned upon you. His cagey behavior, his still casual but fancier than normal pale blue oxford, his frantic glances around the bar.

He wasn’t just waiting for someone, he was waiting for a date.

It was so obvious. And he had picked the night you normally wouldn’t be working to bring his date for a reason.

He knew.

He knew you had the most pathetic crush on him and wanted to spare you the embarrassment of having to wait on him and his date. If it wasn’t so pathetic, you might be touched by his consideration of your feelings.

“Oh, uhh,” you found your voice and hated how shaky it came out, “I’ll just come back when she gets here then?”

Before Bradley could get out a word in reply, you had already started off down towards the other end of the bar. Maddie Johansen’s glass was looking a bit low and in need of a refill. If you were lucky, she’d trap you in a conversation about her grandchildren for the next few minutes. And maybe you could forget how much you wanted to disappear into the floor.

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three and a half weeks ago

In hindsight, your crush on Bradley started innocently enough - he came into the bar one evening and you thought he was cute. Well, more than cute, but it all has to start somewhere. You were slightly embarrassed to admit that when you had applied for the job at the Hard Deck, you hadn’t realized it was a Navy bar - you had thought the decor was just ironic.

That was until your first shift when you had been inundated with men and women in uniform and you had made the connection: hard deck. You had read about the term in one of your maritime law classes and cursed yourself for not realizing sooner.

After a couple weekend shifts, you learned your regulars, how to handle cocky aviators, and all about using The Bell to your own advantage. Work was fun, different, and slowly you no longer dreaded clocking in for a Friday night shift after a long week of work in the DA’s office. But that may have had something to do with a man that came in one Friday evening.

It was still relatively early, the sun just barely set and you kept glancing at Penny who was flirting with an older pilot with his phone face down on the bar top. You smiled softly, seeing your boss look so happy and free, when suddenly he walked in through the door.

You had never seen him at the Hard Deck before, but he walked in almost like he was returning home. He wasn’t dressed in the typical khaki uniform the other naval aviators favored that evening - he was wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a pair of Ray Bans inside for Christ’s sake - so you briefly thought he was just another civilian, until he made his way back towards the pool tables and started chatting with the other new aviators at the bar that night.

You tore your eyes off him once Penny rang The Bell and you were inundated with new orders, everyone trying to get onto the new tab paid by the handsome man Penny was talking to earlier. Just when you had gotten your bearings again, someone cut the jukebox and the trickle of keys on the upright piano in the corner elicited cheers and groans from patrons alike. And then he started singing and you knew you were a goner.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane…

He had a voice like honey and enough charisma to charm any girl within a hundred mile radius. After he finished serenading the entire bar, his friends brought him over to get a couple more drinks. He was accompanied by a blond guy, who looked way too full of himself, and a petite brown haired woman, who insisted on paying. Hoping to prolong the interaction as long as possible and at least maybe find out the guy’s name, you served his friends first - a Budweiser and a rum and coke, respectively - before taking his order.

“Hmmm,” he drummed his fingers on the bar top, “what’s the most ridiculous thing you can make me and subsequently put on Phoenix’s tab?”

You chuckled slightly when the woman, Phoenix apparently, swatted his chest for the comment.

“Now what can we get ol’ Rooster?” the cocky blond asked. Rooster. Interesting callsign, but you wanted to know his name - his real name. “What’re you thinking Phoenix? A nice tall glass of Sex on the Beach?”

“Maybe a Twisted Stripper?”

“A Blow Job?”

“A Slippery Nipple -”

“- Dirty Shirley -”

“- Alright, alright,” Rooster said finally, looking just as embarrassed as you were. “If this was all a ploy to never take Phoenix up on an offer for a free drink again, you’ve succeeded. Sorry, for all that, by the way,” he directed the last part towards you.

You were blushing so hard, you were sure it could be seen from the back of the bar. “Umm, I uhh - I can make you a margarita?”

Phoenix and the cocky blond laughed, but Rooster looked slightly embarrassed and unsure of himself for what seemed like the first time all evening. “A margarita would be lovely, thank you.”

You quickly brought Phoenix her bill and then started to get to work on Rooster’s drink. You had to learn his real name, you couldn’t keep calling him Rooster. Cocky blond left with Phoenix, so it was just the two of you now.

“You want salt?”

He mulled this over. “Salt - extra limes, too, if you have them.” You glanced down at the overflowing bucket of lime wedges in front of you. “Right - extra limes, thanks.”

Margarita’s were relatively easy to make, so you could sneak glances at the aviator in front of you as you worked. You cleared your throat before speaking. “You know, I do know what a Dirty Shirley is…”

“That right?”

You placed the margarita down on the counter in front of you with a thud. “Figured you didn’t want to walk around with a spiked Shirley Temple, though.”

He chuckled and you found yourself smiling. “Fair point, plus they’re only good with homemade grenadine and I don’t really see Penny having that behind the bar.”

“I don’t think so,” you looked around under the bar, but knew you’d only find an old and slightly sticky bottle of Rose’s, “sorry.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it, I’m teasing.”

Oh, you were very much sweating it. God, he was so handsome and you were so - awkward. Painfully awkward. You glanced down and tucked your hair behind your ears. There was a line amassing behind him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, Rooster took a sip of his drink and you swallowed thickly when he licked some of the salt off the rim.

“This is good, by the way.” He rapped his knuckles on the bar top. “Right, thanks for the drink. I’ll leave you to it, see you around?”

“See you around,” you parroted back, but he had already headed back towards his friends.

The ever growing line where Rooster stood quickly brought you back to reality and you took the next couple orders practically on autopilot - a couple beers, some shots of tequila, more beer, and then some g&t’s for a group of girls. The rush abated and felt grounded and more like yourself again - level headed, smart, and clever.

You were normally more than capable of holding your own during your classes at Stanford - to say nothing of your skills on the mock trial team. Hell, you even made someone cry during your Criminal Procedure and Adjudication course last semester.

So, what was it about him - about Rooster - that rattled you so? That turned you into a stuttering, blushing, self conscious mess?

Something about him prickled under your skin and made you want to know more about him. And why, despite appearing unbelievably confident and charismatic, you still felt like there was something more to him than being that guy. That cocky pilot that -

“- Rooster, huh?” Penny said from behind you. You spun around to see her looking like the cat who got the cream. “You could do worse -”

“- I don’t - I mean I don’t really know him or anything, I just got him a drink and-”

Penny shook her head. “- I’m just teasing. He’s a nice kid, definitely one of the good ones - and you’ll quickly figure out who the bad ones are.” You chuckled. “But there’s a lot more to him than you think - just remember that.”

You nodded, hoping you would have the opportunity to find out for yourself.

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two and a half weeks ago

The following weekend, through some detective work of your own, you learned his name was Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and that he was called back to Top Gun for the same mission that Penny’s boyfriend - you did not tell her you referred to Captain Mitchell as her boyfriend - was assigned to teach.

Apparently, flying was in Bradley’s blood - his father had flown with Captain Mitchell - but he wasn’t as cocky in his abilities as the other naval aviators. He was kind, laughed easily, and was protective of his friends and fellow aviators. Plus, Penny, Jimmy, and Maddie, the other bartender, said he always tipped slightly more than twenty percent.

That Saturday night, you two were exchanging greetings and small talk while you got him two beers. He thanked you and then set off back towards his friends near the pool table, before suddenly spinning around on his heels and walking back towards you.

“What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh, uhh Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated back like he was committing it to memory.

“And you’re Bradley?” you couldn’t help but ask. He nodded and you realized you probably weren’t supposed to have known that. “I uhh - I’ve run your credit card for your tab, so I’ve seen - and heard - your name a lot tonight,” you rambled.

He leaned forward on the bar. “A lot? You’re making me sound like a degenerate, Y/N. This is only my second time up here…”

You blushed. “Oh - no. Sorry, I just meant - well, your friends have been saying your name a lot for your tab -”

“- Woah, woah, woah - my friends?” You nodded warily and he leaned in even closer, but turned his body out towards the rest of the bar. “Now Miss Y/N, who are these so-called friends of mine on my tab…”

Peering over the other bar patrons to look at the group in the back, you pointed them out. “Uhh the blond guy - Jake? And then Javy - I think that’s his name? And there was one more, but I don’t - it began with an R, I think -”

Bradley threw his head back and groaned. “- Fuuuuck me.” You would, gladly. “Shit, alright. So, what’s the damage so far?”

“Uhh,” you went over to the computer and pulled up his name and the amount was sizable. You grimaced.

“That’s not a very reassuring look, Y/N…”

You went back over to him with the bill in hand. He let out a low whistle.

“I’m so sorry, they made it seem like you were okay with it and I totally wouldn’t have kept adding to it if I’d known - wait, if they already have their own tabs, I can change it over?”

Bradley glanced down at the bill and then back up at you and then down at the bill and then up at you one more time before he sighed. “Put it all on Hangman’s tab, except these two beers.”

“Of course, I’m really sorry, again. I’ll have this fixed in a sec,” you said, walking back over to the register. It wasn’t too hard to change everything over to Jake’s tab - it only had one beer on it at present. “Here you go.”

Bradley took the check-pad and you needlessly organized some glasses while you waited. He took an oddly long amount of time to sign and give a tip before he handed it back to you with much aplomb.

“So, do you only work here on the weekends? I uhh - we haven't seen you during the week.”

“Yeah, I’m working in the DA’s office here this summer. I’m going to be a 3L at Stanford in the fall.”

He toasted you with his beer. “Impressive.”

“Says the naval aviator.”

“See now I’m even more impressed, you got the term right.”

You blushed. “Learned the hard way…” You had tragically been on the receiving end of one of Jake’s rants - err attempts at flirting about the proper nomenclature last Saturday night.

Someone sat down at the bar a couple seats to Bradley’s left and you excused yourself to take her order, figuring Bradley would go back to his friends - and subsequently yell at them. But he surprised you and was still standing in the same spot when you turned back around. You wiped your sticky hands on your boyfriend jeans and headed back over to him.

“Did you need anything else -”

“- So, what type of law are you planning on going into?” Oh. He still wanted to talk to you.

“Oh, umm I’d actually love to stay in the DA’s office down here - be an ADA.”

He actually looked impressed, even slightly proud. “How very Law & Order of you.”

You smiled wryly, knowing that was exactly the reason why you wanted to be a lawyer in the first place. Too many episodes of Law & Order: SVU in your youth had fully influenced you.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted to do and I really like all my coworkers, we’re our own little unit now - plus, my parents live in Encinitas, so they’d still be nearby, which is really nice, actually, even just now for the summer.”

“That’s what? Fifteen minutes up I-5?”

“Fifteen minutes? Jesus, you pilots drive fast.” He smiled and ducked his head. “No, it’s more like half an hour - close enough for a weekly brunch and plenty of phone calls in between.”

Your parents had supported you throughout undergrad at USC and even offered to pay for what your scholarships didn’t cover at Stanford. It was nice - really nice, if you were being honest - and you only hoped you would get to return the favor to them some day. But your dad said that during the summers, wherever you ended up being a summer associate, you had to get a side job to offset the cost of living for those three and a half months. And that’s how you wound up at the Hard Deck.

Plus, you loved seeing your parents, that wasn’t the problem. It was just lately your mother, especially, had been ragging on you for working too hard and not taking enough time for yourself - or rather for not finding a gentleman of your own like your older sister had. You’re twenty six, Y/N. You’ll never be around as many eligible bachelors again as you will be in law school...

“- Sounds nice, having them so close.” Bradley sounded almost wistful and you remembered hearing Penny and Captain Mitchell talking about his parents once. You felt bad and were about to divert the conversation to more neutral territory when he spoke again. “Any siblings or, you know, like a boyfr -”

“- Yo, Rooster!” a voice called from the back corner, “you coming over with my drink anytime soon? My mouth’s drier than the Sahara.”

Without missing a beat, Bradley called over his shoulder: “Nah, that’s every girl after Hangman’s hooked up with them.”

The group in the corner laughed at Jake’s expense and you even found yourself chuckling. “You should get back, don’t want to keep you from your friends.”

Bradley sighed dramatically. “Suppose I should - but hey, you should come over and meet everyone sometime.”

You looked down at your outfit - baggy jeans and a navy t-shirt - and scrunched your nose. “Maybe next time.”

“I’ll hold you to it. Thanks, Y/N.”

“Anytime, Bradley.”

“See you around.” And then he knocked on the bar top once and was gone. His friends gathered around him when he got back to the pool table and they continued ribbing Jake.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he chatted with the same woman from last week, Phoenix you recalled, and a guy in glasses beside her. Phoenix nudged Bradley in the stomach and hung her head in exasperation at something he said. You wanted to keep watching them to see what more was said, but your attention was diverted towards some new patrons on the other side of the bar.

Later, when you were cashing out your tips on the register, you noticed he still tipped you based on the original amount on his bill and that he wrote you a note:

now you can text me if hangman tries to put something on my tab again xxx-xxx-xxxx

bradley

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a/n: again, let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for part 2! i’ll have it up within the next day, just have to finish up a part. this will also be posted on ao3 as a long one shot if you eventually prefer to read it there!

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Try Me.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton [XNDA] AU x f!Artist Black Reader.

summary: When you had started your journey in the music industry, your mother had warned you time and time again to not fall for the games of the industry. You should have headed her warning and taken her words to heart. Because now you were left in the crosshairs of one of the biggest artists struggling with wanting to escape and wanting to explore more …

warning: 18+ MDNI, NSFW, smut, slapping, choking, rough handling, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight bratty behaviour, dom/sub dynamics, slight toxic relationship. Please understand its all nastiness in here, thank you.

notes: another asshole Lewis fic lmao. He’s not a F1 driver, he’s just a musician. I was going to edit it all but I got tired so just ignore the mistakes please and thank you. @lostinlewis sorry it’s late babe but hope you love it 😘

word count: 8.3K

Lightskin & Corny MSG: You up?

MSG: For you? Never.

Lightskin & Corny MSG: 😒🙄 You say that everytime.

MSG: What do you want nigga?

Lightskin & Corny MSG: Watch your tone with me Angel.

I wanted to see you but I can sense your hostility from here.

MSG: Didn’t you just debut your new girlfriend? Like literally yesterday !!

Lightskin & Corny MSG: It’s just PR for her, it means nothing to me but more money.

MSG: And how long has that been about?

Lightskin & Corny MSG: I don’t want to talk about her and that situation. I’m tryna see when you can sit on my face again.

MSG: Never. Go to the other girls on your catalogue. Shit! Even your little PR gf would love to do that. I don’t fucking care. Leave me alone! I mean it this time.

Lightskin & Corny MSG: 😂 fine.

You should be happy that he agreed but the one word reply had you throwing your phone somewhere in the mess of your bed covers and then proceeding to scream into your pillow. Lewis Hamilton was the bane of your existence and with passing moments, you were coming to regret ever crossing the line of professionalism with him. He was addictive and he had you hooked; however, for the past four months you had been trying to get rid of him.

Like any addiction, Lewis was extremely bad for you in every possible way. He confused you and made you doubt your feelings time and time again. You had always been a person who always listened with their intuition but for some reason when it came to Lewis, all he had to do was give you that dazzling smile of his as he shook your hand and all the warning signals were ignored. You should have known that it was going to be a disaster waiting to happen but you ignored it anyway. The fact that his name was consistently in gossip blogs connected to a different person damn near every week should have been the greatest red flag. In the land of Hollywood and fame, nothing was ever too far away from the truth.

However, with each studio session the two of you had when it was just the two of you, you saw parts of him only a handful of people were privy to and you began to fall for it. Then one night, left alone to the charms of a man who could bend anyone to their will, you shared a passion that sealed your fate.

FLASHBACK - Ten Months Ago -

“Fun fact, this is probably the fastest, I’ve over completed a song.” Lewis confessed as he tuned his guitar. The D’usse you had been sipping on had left a buzz in its wake, making you more relaxed than typical.

“Well that’s because we work so well together. From the very first session, we’ve been bouncing off each other like we have known each other for years.”

Lewis looked up at you, licking his lips and smiled. “We do have that chemistry don’t we?” He quirked his eyebrow upwards as you felt his eyes trail down your body before coming to linger on your lips, then finally meeting your eyes. His attention on you made you giddy and a giggle left your lips as a wave of warmth rushed through you.

“Do you say that to all the women you closely work with?” You chewed on your bottom lip as you felt yourself being drawn closer to him. You didn’t want to be but the atmosphere was just right. The both of you were buzzed and the already built up tension was threatening to explode and the way he was looking at you wasn’t helping.

“No I don’t actually. There’s something about you.” From the deep tone of his voice, you knew that you were affecting him just as much as he was affecting you. You took a deep breath to try and control the bundle of emotions threatening to burst. Your stomach clenched as desire began to grip every fibre of your being.

“Stop looking at me like that?” You whispered. Lewis no longer focused on his guitar, had moved it away from him and to the side.

“Stop looking at you like what?”

“Like you want to eat me up.”

Lewis groaned as he shifted closer to you. “I do want to eat you up. Would you let me, Angel?” Your thigh shuffled closer to brush against his as you felt the back of his fingers caress the length of your neck. You were getting lost in his eyes and the logical part of you was telling you to pull away, to stand up and leave but you were doing nothing of the sort. Too turned on, you nodded your head to his question before closing the gap in between you. When his lips touched yours, you knew that it was over. Whatever fight that you had left in you was lost. His lips were so soft and they felt so good against yours. The kiss was slow in the beginning but you fell into a rhythm, Lewis dominated your senses. He grabbed both sides of your head before pushing his tongue into your mouth. He growled and became more insistent, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You held onto him as you felt yourself drowning and never wanting to come up for air. Your hands wandered into his hair as you tugged on his bottom lip. When he moaned, you felt proud to illicit such a sound from him. He slowly pulled away but he kept his lips close. His thumb caressed your swollen bottom lip before inching forward for one more kiss.

“Now that I know what you taste like, I think I’m going to get addicted.”

—

That was how your whirlwind of a relationship began. You guys made magic together, sex or music - what thetwo of you made was so passionate and explosive. The world could see the chemistry that blossomed when the two of you were together … but they could also see how it wasn’t good for either of you. Lewis was a massive commitment phobe and the only priority in his life was his music and career. There wasn’t any space for much else outside of his family and his close friends.

How he managed to fit you and all the other women he was rumoured to be in entanglements with was a mystery to you. It made you feel dirty that all he wanted from you was sex and your musical capabilities. It ate at you how little restraint you had when it came to Lewis. Your jealousy always got the better of you and whenever your friends sent you link after link to gossip blogs who plastered pictures of Lewis all hugged up on someone, it sent you into a frenzy.

It was like a direct hit to your heart.

It left you so enraged that you would message him that it was over but it never stuck. This time however, something had changed. You had admitted that you loved him and you hadn’t meant to. At the time, you were sick and he had spent the day taking care of you. He was playing with your hair and it just slipped out. He never said anything in response and then the next day he reminded you that he couldn’t give you more than what he was giving you now. And finally you forced yourself to accept it for what it was.

It had been more than four months since then and now he was reaching out to you like nothing had changed between the two of you. You were doing great without him, you told yourself. He did not have ownership over your heart and if he wasn’t going to give you what he wanted then you were going to find someone who did.

Pushing Lewis to the back of your mind, you prepared to go to dinner with a group of friends. The restaurant La Patissiere was new to the area but was quickly becoming popular amongst your peers. Your freshly done goddess locs were parted to the sid, highlighting your bronzed cheekbone. The silk green dress you chose to wear was short with a slit on your right thigh. It was a little risque but it had been a while since you had dressed up so you wanted to enjoy yourself. Blood orange heels wee on your feet to match the pop of colour on your lips,

You looked good and you felt good.

Knowing that you would be drinking, you decided against driving yourself and had your bodyguard drive you to the restaurant. As you left the car, you told Mike that you would call him when you needed him as if it was his day off after all and you didn’t want to bother him. The night was still young thus not a lot of paparazzi were crowding around the entrance of the building but you were sure that they would pick up in numbers as the night went on.

“Finally! YN is here! What took you so long?” Your friend Ashley said as she stood up to greet you. You rolled your eyes as you hugged her.

“Fashionably late as always darling.” You responded with a giggle.

“We were about to order without you” She replied, causing you to blush. You were not late by any long stretch but Ashley had always been for the theatrics. That was why she chose acting as a profession. From Ashley, you moved to greet all of your friends dotted around a table until you came to a face that you didn’t know.

“YN, this is Broderick, he just moved into the area.” Ashley introduced you. “Recently single.” She whispered underneath her breath for only you to hear which caused you to smile. “So be nice.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before you paid attention to Broderick. He was attractive, that was for sure. His skin was a dark and rich melanin - so smooth that you were very tempted to touch it. His hair was shortly trimmed with the sides faded. Your eyes fell to his beard that was thick and healthy and you hated yourself for fantasising about how it would feel against the skin of your thighs.

“Nice to meet you.” You reached your hand forward.

He grinned and his teeth were so bright, you couldn’t help but be impressed at the upkeep. When his hand shook yours, the grip made you focus on how large his palm was. Granted that they would be because of his tall stature. The physical attraction to Broderick was instant but it took you for a spin and you liked it.

“Nice to meet you too.” He replied, his hand was still in yours and the fact he hadn’t let go spread warmth up the track of your spine.

Yeah, tonight was going to be good.

As much as you were engaging with everyone and enjoying the atmosphere, your attention kept getting called back to Broderick. As a divorce lawyer, he had many entertaining stories about his clients and hearing his laughs made your stomach flatter. It had been such a long time since another man had made you feel the way that you were feeling now.

It was such a refreshing welcome.

He was sitting opposite you but the both of you were leaning into each other with your elbows on the table. It was bad decorum but it was the only way you could hear Broderick above the loud chatter of your group of your friends. That was what you were telling yourself anyway.

“So Miss YN, tell me. Are you single?” He asked.

The giggle that left your lips couldn’t be stopped as you dropped your eye contact. However, you lifted your head and met his eyes yet again.

“It’s complicated.”

Broderick raised his eyebrow and then licked his bottom lip. “Like how complicated?”

“Like I’m untangling myself and trying to move on, type of complicated.”

“Hmmm.” He seemed to contemplate what you had said and it made you a little nervous. You were finally putting yourself out there and you kind of needed this. You like Broderick and even if it did not last more than tonight, it didn’t matter, you were just up for some fun.

“Is it too complicated that you can’t go for dinner with me one on one?”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from grinning. “No, not at all.”

“Good.”

Feeling giddy, you chewed on your bottom lip and your bashful behaviour made him chuckle. Without a moment’s breath , the two of you went back into your regular conversation. So lost in your joy, you failed to notice the commotion by the door. Despite all the fangirling and the flashing of the cameras, you were more focused on your waiter refilling your glass of chardonnay.

Then you heard his name being yelled out. By Broderick of all people.

The spit dried in your throat and your heart stopped beating. Your eyes widened in surprise as you reached for you glass of wine and downed half of your drink. You tried to mask your reaction and you prayed that nobody had seen you. Outside of your female friends, the rest of your group were not aware of your tumultuous situationship with Lewis. It did not help that the way they were looking at you was causing you to internally panic.

Then you watched as Broderick got up from his chair and walked over to Lewis, greeting him with a wide hug, like long lost brothers.

What. The. Fuck.?! How in the hell did they know each other?! The questions ran frantically in your mind but all it did was bring tension to your temples. From the corner of your eye, you watched as the two of them hugged and then began to enthusiastically speak to each other.

You met Ashley’s eyes and she mouthed to you “What the fuck!” but you just shrugged your shoulders.

“Excuse me.” You called out to the waitress for your table. She stopped and paid attention to you.

“What can I get for you?”

“Can I please have a couple shots of tequila please?”

“Sure! I’ll get those for you.”

“Thank you.”

You could hear your heart pounding as you watched the two men return back to the table and Lewis’s eyes fell on you immediately. His blonde blonde braids were falling freely but they did nothing to hide his beauty and the look of adoration in toffee brown eyes. He was dressed in all black. Some pants and a linen button down shirt underneath his baggy denim jacket. Always the sucker for monochrome but he always made it look good.

Your eyes followed him as everyone welcomed him to the table, your friends keeping it cordial - which was a surprise to you - Ashley and Brandy especially being the top people telling you how much of an asshole Lewis was, were all smiles and kisses on the cheeks. It was all for the hospitality but you knew it was all for show. You hoped that it was.

When it came to you, Lewis did not hesitate to take the empty seat that was beside her. You took a deep breath as your eyes met and a small smile of longing and upon instinct, his hand fell on your lap. Your breath hitched in your throat as the light squeeze of your flesh alerted to you that he had no intention of drawing his hand away.

The familiarity of his warmth made it hard for you to push his hand away. The emotions you had been trying to bury were crawling to the surface. After four months of not seeing each other, seeing his eyes staring down at you hindered all of the effort that you had made.

“Angel..” He whispered your nickname. Your eyebrows furrowed as you willed yourself not to cry. It felt like it had been an eternity since you had heard that nickname. Like it had been for so many days and nights, the name ‘daddy’ laced your lips. But you had to swallow that will.

“Lewis.” You whispered his name and gave him a small smile in return. You hated just how fast your heart was beating being in his presence.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented you which made you smile. Hearing that from him always brought a smile to your face.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself.” You politely replied. You were slipping into the black hole that was Lewis. You reached for your tequila shot and threw it down your throat quickly in hopes that the alcoholic burn would snap you back to your senses.

Well that was much easier said than done when Lewis completely hijacked most of the attention of the group. Sure, everyone was off in their own clutters but Lewis was the centre of attention. And you were handling it all pretty well on the outside considering just how much you were internally panicking due to the fact that his hand was still on your lap and was progressively inching up higher and higher.

“Can you please move your hand from my lap please?” You leaned towards him to whisper into his ear. Lewis chuckled softly.

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because we haven’t spoken to each other in four months and the first thing you do when we see each other is just touch me like nothing ever happened.” You gritted through your closed teeth.

“If you didn’t want me to touch you, you wouldn’t have let me. Be honest with yourself Angel.” You took a deep sigh knowing that there would be no retort as he was right. His touch always made you feel the safest and you would never fight him on that.

“Well it’s inappropriate because we’re in public and amongst our peers.”

“Hmm, is it?” I remember a time where we were dry humping in public and you would have rode my dick in the middle of the club if I had asked you to. Now if it’s just my fingers that you’re worried about?”

He raised his eyebrow, licking his bottom lip as his fingers traced your panty line.

“If I remember correctly we ended things we don’t want the same things.”

“I thought I didn’t -.”

“No!” You quickly interjected “Don’t say what I think you’re about to say. Don’t fuck with my head like that.”

“I wanted you Angel. I still want you.”

“But not in the way that I need right?” You scoffed as you reached for your wine glass and sipped on the beverage a little. Lewis cleared his throat as he leaned back into his chair and turned so that his lips were even closer to your ear.

“You think Broderick is going to give you what you need?” At the mention of the other man’s name you gasped - mostly due to Lewis having moved your thongs to the side and slid a finger into your cunt. You quickly covered your gasp with a slight cough.

“Yeah I see how he’s looking at you. How’s been looking at you the whole night - he thinks he has a chance with you huh? But you think he’s going to fuck you like me Angel? You think he’s going to make you cum so hard that you lose your senses? Tell me.” His words were so softly spoken as he thrusted his fingers. Subtle enough to not cause a scene but with just the amount of pressure that had you creaming all over his fingers.

You were trying so hard to control your breathing so as to not give away what was going on beneath the table cloth.

However it was too late for cover ups. From across the table on the opposite end, Ashley and your other friend, Brandy were giving you a knowing look. Abruptly, you shoved Lewis’s hand away from you and then stood up, adjusting your dress.

Broderick tore his eyes from the friend that he had been talking to and looked at you with a worrisome expression.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yes! I just need to go to the ladies.” You paced away from the table and you tried to ignore Lewis’s burning glare at the back of your head as you walked away.

You burst through the door of the bathroom and threw your purse onto the counter.

You were so fucked!

The assault of feelings on your mind was absolutely not needed. You had gone from being certain that you were ready to move on from Lewis to going right back to square one with just one look and a few touches.

“God, you’re fucking pathetic!“ You scolded yourself. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths to help calm yourself. The bathroom door quickly burst open before being shut. You lifted your head and met his dark eyes through the mirror as he was leaning against the door.

“What do you want?”

“We need to talk.”

“No we don’t, I’ve said all that I needed to say to you.”

“Then can you just listen to me?”

“So you can tell me that I wasted my time with you? No thanks!”

“If you actually stopped talking and listened to me -.”

“What are you even doing here?!”

“I can’t have dinner now because we happened to be in the same building?”

“You could have sat at a different table yet you came to ours and I know that you did it to fuck with me!“

“I was intending just to talk to you but then Broderick welcomed me to your table, I couldn’t be rude.”

You narrowed your eyes at him because you knew that wasn’t the truth. You had now turned your back to the mirror and used the counter for support.

“The last time I tried to talk to you, it didn’t go down so well.”

“Because you were just trying to fuck when you had a fucking girlfriend!”

“She was PR! I told you that!”

“It didn’t fucking matter Lewis!” You exclaimed. “All I was, all I ever was, was just a plaything to you. That you could call whenever you felt like getting your dick wet!” You were so frustrated that you almost wanted to pull your hair out. You stared at each other in silence with nothing but your breathing being the only audio but you stayed leaning your back against the counter. Lewis approached you as he spoke.

“I won’t lie to you and say that I don’t love having sex with you Angel. I love it because of all the feelings that come with it. From the very first day, I knew what our connection was so I only offered sex because that’s all i could afford to give you without facing the reality that what we have is deeper than that.”

“Stop saying things I wanna hear. You’re only saying this because you want to have access to me.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true. I’m saying it because I fucking miss you! It’s not even about the sex. I miss the companionship you offered, the ability you had just to see me and not the celebrity. For some fucking reason you wanted all of me and accepted me without judgement.”

“What are you saying?” You whispered as tears welled up in your eyes as you felt his hands touch at your waist and try to pull you in but you placed your hands on your chest. The fabric of his shirt was scrunched up beneath your fingers.

“I’m saying that I want it all. I want everything that comes with being with you.” he mumbled as he tried to look into your eyes but your head was facing down. The gravity of his words wrapped around your heart and began to squeeze. In complete disbelief, you shook your head. You didn’t want to believe it - after waiting for so long to hear these words from him, now that they had come, it felt surreal.

And that made you angry.

Why did it always take the person leaving for their partner to realise their worth? Lewis hated commitment and you knew that but the deepest part of you hoped that you’d be the one for him. And now he was telling you and you didn’t want to believe it.

Lewis cradled your cheeks and forced you to look into his eyes and you hated just how much sincerity you could see in his eyes. The feel of his fingers on your skin left a trail of flames in their wake. His thumb rubbed on your bottom lip, parting them softly before he brought his lips closer to yours.

“I hate you.” You confessed. It was the biggest lie but your feelings were too jumbled up and it was all his fault. Your breaths mingled, tempting you to close that small gap in between you. Lewis stopped the words from coming out of your mouth again by covering your lips with his. You moaned softly as you finally got to taste him again. His tongue lunged into your mouth, drinking all of you. He wasted no time as he lifted you up and set you down on the counter and pushed through your parted legs. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs and pushed the hem of your dress up to your hips. You gasped as you felt Lewis fiddle with your thongs and slide a finger into your cunt.

Everything was rushed but it was electrifying. You wanted to tear at his clothes but a faint part of your clouded mind was acutely aware of your location. You tugged at his belt, frantically trying to take it off as his fingers pressed on your g-spot, bringing you closer to climax.

When your hand finally got through his boxers and grabbed his hardness into your palm, you groaned. The urgency increased as you pushed his pants down just enough to free him. Lewis tugged you closer and rubbed the tip of his dick against your opening. You gasped as he thrusted his hips forward, swiftly sliding into you.

“Fuck.” He groaned softly, his words brushing your lips.

“I hate you!” You hissed as he pulled back on your throat. His chuckle sounded so delicious with his lips close to your ear.

“You may hate me but you love fucking me, don’t you Angel.” His hips were thrusting hard and fast and you were struggling for air with his grip around your neck. You gasped as your knuckles tightened on their hold of the counter.

“You love fucking me back.” He growled, biting on his lip. He leaned backwards as he watched you meet his pounds, stride for stride. The way you creamed all over his dick was a contradiction to your spoken words. You may hate him but your pussy loves him and he’ll take that.

Like he was reading your mind, he hooked your legs into his arms and pounded into you harder and faster as he could. Your eyes widened and the ferocity of his thrusts which caused your body to rattle and nearly slip off the counter. You buried your face into the crook of his neck in hopes to silence yourself but you ended up sinking your teeth into the flesh of his neck. You drank in the urgency of his thrusts, your walls sucking him in and threatening to drown his cock.

“You’re so fucking wet. Always wanting to drench my dick in your cum don’t you Angel?’ He groaned as he placed kisses on your shoulder.

“Lewis!” You moaned as he pressed on your g-spot. You felt his fingers weave through your hair and tug your head away from his neck. He held your chin beneath his fingers and forced you to look into his dark eyes.

“Nothing has changed, baby. You know what to call me when I’m deep inside this pussy.”

“Daddy!” You gasped as he fucked you harder, the pressure mounting up at the pit of your stomach. Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head as your pussy tightened around him. Your breathing became erratic the more he fucked you into oblivion and forced your orgasm to the forefront. His hand that was still in your hair pulled on the strands as his thrusts became staggered.

“If you don’t stop squeezing me like that, I’m not gonna be able to pull out.” He hissed as the drag of your walls along his length threatened his restraint. You nibbled his jawline, letting your teeth graze his skin slightly.

“Please cum with me.” You whimpered as you let your legs fall to his waist and then wrap around him, trapping him in between your legs. Lewis grunted against your mouth before capturing your lips into a heated kiss as his thrusts became sloppy. The two of you moaned as your climaxes melted into each other and filled you up.

Lewis didn’t move from in between your legs as your breathing slowed down. His hands came to your cheeks, caressing your skin and moving your hair out of the way as he admired you.

“Come back to mine with me.” He whispered. You sighed as you dropped your legs away from his body and sat up straight. He moved away from you a bit but he fixed your thongs and let his fingers tease you once again which caused you to jerk and give you a mean glare.

“I can’t. I promised my girls a night with them and you’re already ruining it.” You scolded him which caused him to chuckle.

“But if Broderick asked you to leave with him, would you have said yes?” He quirked his eyebrow.

“So what if I did?” You sassed. “I’m not your girlfriend remember?”

“Yet.” You blushed at his declaration. “You have my cum dripping out of you right now so this little attitude you’re trying to give me won’t work.”

“I still can’t come home with you.” You pushed his body away from yours as you hopped down from the counter and began to fix your appearance. You looked at the bite mark on your shoulder. It was faint but you still made sure that it was covered by your long locs before moving to clean your makeup and re-apply your lip-gloss. Lewis pressed his body against yours and a soft gasp left you when you felt the hardness of his print on the curve of your ass.

“How are you still hard?” His hand wrapped around your throat before softly tilting your head to the side so that your neck was exposed to his lips. Your eyes flattered close as his lips left kisses on your skin, the way his tongue tickled your nerves making you to be aroused yet again.

“Because I’m not done with you just.” He mumbled into your ear before moving his other arm to be secured around your waist. “A quickie in a bathroom is not enough to feed me what I’ve been craving for months.”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to explore every inch of you like the very first time. I want you screaming my name so loud I want my neighbours wondering what the fuck is going on. I want you bound and completely helpless at my mercy. All your little tantrums have been piling up and you’re in need of a punishment and it’s due very soon.”

Lewis left you in the bathroom with your legs buckling at the knees and you stayed in there for a few more minutes before you finally collected yourself and walked out of the bathroom and strutted back to your table. The boys were around Lewis shaking their hands as he was saying their goodbyes and as you sat down at your chair that had Ashley and Brandy beside it. Your ears perked up when you heard Lewis speak up.

“Why are you leaving so soon? You barely ate and the night had barely started.”

“I’m just not feeling it tonight but I’ll hit you guys up later.” His eyes briefly scanned over you which sent a wave of flush down your spine. You turned away from him and you were met with the all knowing stares riddled with slight judgement from your friends.

“What happened to it’s over between us. I won’t ever go back to him.” Brandy mocked your voice which caused you to groan and hide your face in your hands. You couldn’t even explain your actions to your closest friends, let alone yourself. Whenever you were around Lewis, it was always action and then you thought about the things you did later.

“Guys please. I’m just trying to figure this shit out myself. I really don’t know what I’m doing.” You whispered.

“Well one thing is for certain, that man is not letting you go and it seems like you don’t want to be let go either.”

–

The group did not stay at the restaurant for long and decided to travel to one of the guy’s, Teddy’s mansion as he had the best space and the best booze. It did not take long for your small gathering to turn into an impromptu party as more and more people were invited. As much as you were enjoying yourself and the time that you were spending with your friends, your mind kept drifting back to Lewis. Each time that you crossed your legs, you could still him in between your thighs stretching and filling you up.

The more you thought about him, the more champagne you drank to try and ignore the bubbling of feelings inside of you. As much as you tried to just focus on the physicality of your relationship, you knew that there was more to it. Lewis pretty much confirmed it to you in the bathroom and a part of you wanted to be petty and deny him but why would you when you were finally getting what you wanted.

You were sitting by the pool on the sun bed as you took the time to sit and reflect on everything that had transpired. Your feelings for Lewis were like waves crashing into the shore of your ocean over and over again, only taking a break to retreat before coming back full force. There was never truly a break and it suffocated you but you loved the way it made you feel. To be fully immersed in those feelings is what pushed you into wanting more of your connection with Lewis.

Everything about your bond was passion in its rawest form. An intertwining so rare, especially in the times you were in, amongst the people you lived and worked with. You cherished that tremendously and that was why it was so hard for you to let go of Lewis and just move on from him.

“YN.” You heard your name and you lifted your head up and saw Broderick approaching you. You gave him a smile as he came to sit beside you.

“You okay out here? You’ve been in your own bubble lately.” He commented.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things that just came onto me all at once.”

“Has that got anything to do with Lewis spontaneously showing up at dinner tonight?”

“Broderick.” You sat up straight and looked at him with a solemn expression on your face.

“Is he your complication?” He questioned you. Your shoulders dropped and you looked at your fingers, fiddling with them. “It’s okay if he is.”

You sighed softly, chewing on your bottom lip as you shifted your gaze away from him. You nodded your head in agreement. “It started over a year ago and everything was intense from the beginning. But such is life when your heart decides to fall for someone like him.”

“I can understand why you did. I’ve known Lewis for a while and this is the first time in a long time, I’ve seen him hung up over anybody.”

“How do you know Lewis by the way?”

“When he first moved out to the city, I bumped into one of his close friends Daniel and we just sparked a friendship of sort, I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders before a short silence blanketed you. “I should have known that he was the complication. You looked uncomfortable when he showed up and then the two of you disappeared for ages with him leaving right after.”

Heat warmed your cheeks as the memory of Lewis fucking you on that counter flashed in your mind. “I wasn’t expecting him to be there and at that point I had been trying to move on from him but that is easier said than done.”

“You know in good conscience, I can’t take you to dinner anymore right?”

“Why not?”

“I saw the way he looked at you and you him. I don’t want to come in between that.”

“Ugh, why can’t you be a bad guy and just compete?”

“Because I would never truly win would I? I would just be a distraction.”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.” You mumbled to yourself which caused the both of you to laugh.

“If you think it’s worth it, then give yourself the chance to explore what it could be.”

“What if it blows up in my face?”

“What if it doesn’t?”

Broderick parted ways with you by placing a kiss on your cheek and promising to stay friends. You could have screamed because an opportunity to move on had been closed but Broderick was right. Lewis had an unmatched hold over you and fighting that was a useless battle. There was no denying it anymore, especially to yourself - you wanted Lewis and he wanted you.

Like kismet, your phone began to vibrate, indicating that you were receiving a call. You took your phone out of your bag and saw Lewis’s contact ID flashing across your screen. You sighed as you picked up after the fourth ring.

“What?”

“Angel.” He groaned softly. You sat up straight, immediately knowing what the tone of his voice meant.

“Lewis…”

“I can’t stop thinking about you sweetheart. I keep thinking about you bouncing up and down on my dick. But the way you felt around my cock tonight, fuck Angel, I need you so much.”

You could hear the faint sound of his hand stroking his cock and your legs clenched at the visual.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

“All I kept thinking about how beautiful you looked in that dress and how much I wanted to fuck you in front of everyone. Let them know that you’re mine.”

“You’re so shameless.”

“When it comes to you, I lose all my senses.” Lewis confessed. “I just want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

You chewed on your bottom lip the more he spoke but you could feel the heaviness of his need. He was whimpering to you, asking for you and begging for you. As much as you tried to ignore him, he was all you felt.

“I don’t want to come without you baby. I wanna cum all over you.” He groaned. Your eyes closed as you listened to him pleasure himself. Lewis was pulling out all the stops to make sure that you ended up back at his place. He was masturbating on the phone to you and you were losing all of your composure, He groaned in your ear once more you stood up and began to pace.

“Talk to me baby, let me hear your voice.”

“Lewis…”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m outside by the pool at Teddy’s place.”

“Good. I want you to hear me cum Angel.” Lewis had always been vocal and that was one thing that you had always loved about him. Hearing him whimper your name as he fucked his fist was the ultimate fantasy. You could feel yourself creaming and you were so turned on that the fabric of your dress brushing against your nipples sent shivers down your spine.

“Fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!” He growled as he reached his release. You were panting yourself as Lewis regulated his breathing. Your thighs were clenched but you were rubbing them together to offer some relief to yourself. You were panting in reflection of his actions and fuck you needed him. You needed him bad!

In the haze of your lust you asked him. “Where are you?”

“I’m at my place.”

“Leave the door open.”

You ended the call and rushed back into the house and grabbed all of your belongings. You knew that your friends were watching you but you didn’t care. You didn’t need to explain anything to them, they knew exactly where you were going and if they had any questions, you’d answer them later.

Skipping calling your driver, you called for an uber and luckily for you, Lewis only lived about ten minutes away and the minute the car stopped, you hopped out and rushed to the door. Even though he kept the front gate open, you scanned your fingerprint by the pad near the door and it immediately opened for you. The hallway was dimly lit but you could find your way. This place was like a second home to you for a long time and its layout was still engraved in your brain.

Finding your way through the living room and towards the kitchen where most of the light came from and you found him standing there, draped in nothing but a Versace gown. You’d seen him in far less but this still managed to take your breath away. You dropped your handbag on the counter and before you could barely move an inch, he picked you up in his arms. You moaned into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his neck and waist. The feel of his hardness against the inside of your thigh made you cream even more, your yearning for him knew no bounds.

“I missed you.” He mumbled in between kisses as he made his way towards his bedroom.

“I missed you too.”

It wasn’t long before he was throwing you on the bed and tearing your dress away from your body. His touch was heavy with need and you fed into that, wanting more of it. Your thongs were damp with your essence as he dragged them down your legs. He groaned as your pussy came into view, still puffy from his onslaught on you earlier.

“You always look so good to eat.” He mumbled as he pushed his fingers inside of you. You gasped as your knees buckled because of how accurate he touched your spot like the two of you were not apart for months. You reached forward as you grabbed his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your tongue seeked out his as his fingers kept moving inside of you.

“Fuucckk.” You whispered as he cupped your face as he applied more pressure.

“I want you so bad. I can’t believe I almost lost you.” He kissed his words into your skin as he shifted his body so that he was in between your legs and the first contact of his tongue on your clit had you arching off the bed. And the more he licked, the more out of breath you became. He inhaled you like it was his last breath and you were the giver of his life. Your body tensed up as he moved his tongue from your clit and replaced his fingers with it. He slipped it inside of you, pulled it out and circled your clit over and over again until you were crying.

As you came into his mouth, he grunted into your cunt as he pushed your legs down further as he licked you clean. You pulled at the sheets as he re-introduced his fingers and paid attention to your clit. You screamed as your second orgasm melted into your first one.

“Daddy oh my god!” You whimpered as you began to feel overwhelmed by the pressure building up inside of you. He pulled his mouth away and slapped your pussy until you were jerking backwards but he kept you in place and made you crave for it more. But just as you were feeling yourself about to cum, he pulled away from you. You whined at the loss of contact but as Lewis flipped you onto your stomach and positioned you on your knees, you knew what you were in for.

He moved your locs to the side and sucked on your skin before he parted your legs and positioned himself in between them. You could feel his tip brushing against your swollen clit and you pushed back against him, tempting him to push inside but he kept you at a hair’s length.

“Please Daddy, I need it. I need you.” You begged as you pussy wept. You knew that his holding back was some form of punishment for the attitude you gave him but you knew that he needed you just as much as you needed him but he was always the better one at hiding that. You wore your jealousy and possession on your sleeves and if that made you a bad person then so be it.

As long as you got Lewis.

“Promise to be mine.” He whispered as he held your waist as he led himself into you, only pushing in the tip. You whimpered wanting to cry for more but as much as you wanted to rush him, you loved the way he played with you just as much.

“Baby.”

“Promise me.”

“I’m yours.” You admitted. “I’ve been yours.” As the words left your mouth, he slid into you. You cried softly. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He groaned as your walls tightened up around him. “Since that night, I’ve been yours.”

At his words, you pushed yourself, forcing him deep inside of you. The both of you shuddered before letting out a moan as he began to work his hips. As much as he wanted to fuck you into the bed, he pulled you to his chest and bent down to bring his face down close to yours before placing a kiss on your jawline and then your lips.

“You mean that?”

“Let me show you.” With kisses along your neck as he moved his hips at a steady pace, making you melt into his body, like you were infusing into one. He held you down as he began to thrust his hips faster and with how sensitive you were already, it did not take long before your orgasm was being brought to the surface.

Your fingers dug into his skin as his thrusts rattled your body. The slapping of your skin echoed in the room as sweat glistened your body. This was probably the hardest Lewis has ever fucked you and you fucking loved it. He didn’t care that your makeup was ruining his sheets as he pushed your face into the mattress. He didn’t care that your screams were being carried by the wind out into the air. He just loved the way you felt beneath him.

He rolled you onto your back before placing your leg on his shoulder as he sunk down into you. As always. He was much deeper this way and you felt everything. One hand was on your neck as the other held down your leg giving you no space to move but to just take all of him. You clawed at his body as your senses shot into overdrive.

“Daddy, wait! I can’t — I can’t take it.” You whimpered as tears trailed down your face and soaked the sheets beneath you.

“You can Angel, you can take all of me. So good for me. My good girl.”

“Please —.”

“Ssshhh Angel, you’re fucking brilliant. Taking me like this, like you always do.”

“Look at me baby.”

Your eyes opened as you looked into his eyes. You could feel the tip of his dick brushing against your spot over and over again and it left you trembling.

“You coming for me baby?”

You eagerly nodded your head as your walls clamped up tight around him and refused to let go as you came. He captured your lips once more as his thrusts become sloppy and sloppier before he was groaning into your mouth as he flooded you with his come until he buried his face in your neck and slumped his body into yours.

You hugged him and the smile on your face could not be stopped. You were in his space once again and this time you were not letting go of him now. He was yours to keep.

“I know you think I’m all words but I promise I mean it. As long as you’re willing to try, I’m ready to do it all with you.”

“As long as you’re all in then I’m all in.”

“I’m all in baby. You’re worth it.”

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Can you tell I didn’t know how to end this lol [ Because this would have gone on for longer ]

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