#but then that gets me in trouble because I 'ignore everything and everyone'

[stevesjockstrap]

Closer

@steddiesongfics Closer - Nine Inch Nails

@subeddieweek first time, praise kink

Rated E • cw: under negotiated kink, semi-public sex, accidental subspace • read on ao3

Eddie groaned dramatically when he was sent over to Steve Harrington’s team. Skipping out on gym class most of the beginning of the semester meant he needed to be here now and show Coach that he wanted to pass. He was going to fucking graduate this year if it killed him.

Help me get away from myself

He found himself looking at Steve in their quick huddle between plays of the flag football game though, realizing Steve’s passion and energy was seeping into him.

“Munson, cover Derek and keep an eye on me, I’ll toss it to you if I need to.”

Following directions had never been Eddie's strong suit. But for some reason, he found himself hanging on Steve’s every demand, biting his lip and nodding because he couldn’t trust his voice from wobbling if he answered. He could listen and make Steve proud of him. He could be whatever Steve wanted him to be.

“Nice hustle, Munson!” The coach called out.

But it was nothing compared to the wide grin and “Amazing catch, man. Get back out there and I’ll throw it to you again,” from Steve.

My whole existence is flawed

There was a warm buzzing starting low in his belly that had never appeared in this setting before. Maybe in the locker rooms if he was really desperate, keeping his eyes lowered so he didn’t confirm the rumors about himself.

“Go right!” His body moved instantly to comply with Steve’s shout behind him and the football fell into his arms. “Yes! Go go go!”

Steve excitedly getting in his face in the end zone was better than any high he’d achieved with illegal substances.

They were told to switch around teams halfway through and his heart sank.

“Munson’s with me, Coach!”

His head popped up to meet Steve’s cocky grin. He wanted to cement this moment in his memory forever.

The coach shrugged and waved him off, heading out a side door probably to sneak a cigarette.

“Pays to be the golden boy, huh?” Eddie teased, feeling braver now. Refusing to get his hopes up but clinging to this new feeling coursing through his body.

“You have no idea,” he smirked back before lobbing the ball towards him. “We’re on defense now. Stay on Tommy, he’s quick. You catch better than him though, you might even snag an interception.”

He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant so Eddie just nodded, swallowing down the urge to say what was swimming around his brain.

You can have my everything

“Eddie, get him!”

His body moved on its own accord, pulling Tommy’s flag from his belt and ignoring the sneer from him. Instead, immediately turning to find the ray of sunshine that was Steve coming right for him with a gorgeous grin. Oh fuck was he in trouble.

Eddie preened under the shoulder pat and bro hug he received, trying to keep his hands to himself and praying to whoever listened to metalhead prayers that his tiny shorts and baggy shirt was covering his excitement.

He almost came in his pants when Steve slapped his ass as they headed to the locker room. “Good game, Ed!”

You tear down my reason

Refusing to shower, he just dunked his head in the sink to cool off, and took his time changing. Predictably, Steve was still at the mirror fretting over his hair as everyone else hurried out to get to their next class.

“The King doesn’t need to be on time to history?” Eddie joked as he sidled up to him at the counter.

“Nah, Mrs. Jacobs loves me.”

Eddie hummed, watching Steve’s fingers move in his thick hair, guiding pieces up and forward. What he would give to be manhandled like that, put wherever Steve wanted him to be and told to stay.

He blinked at himself in the mirror. That was new.

(Help me) it’s your sex I can smell

“See something you like, Eds?” The newest manipulation of his name made him gasp, and his head shot around to the real Steve next to him.

“Uhh.”

Steve huffed a laugh at him that sent a zing of want up his spine.

Eddie watched him gather up his stuff, wiping his hands on his dirty towel. He was jealous of the towel for a second before Steve rounded on him, pressing him against the counter.

“Please,” Eddie gasped, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Please what, baby?”

His eyes almost rolled back as Steve pressed a thick thigh between his into his hardness, but he was trapped in the hazel abyss of his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he whined. “Just- ah! Please.”

Steve looked down his nose at him, somehow reading him like a book. “Just wanna do whatever I say, don’t you? Wanna be good for me?”

Eddie nodded furiously, realizing he was panting and his fists were clenched by his sides. “Yes! Y-yes sir.”

Steve groaned at that, his hips jolting forward and grinding their jean covered lengths together. “Oh fuck. That’s it. You’re gunna let me do whatever I want, aren’t you?”

He opened his mouth to respond but it was overtaken by skilled lips and a hot tongue. Eddie had never been kissed like this before, rough and desperate and mind-melting. He heard himself make an embarrassingly needy noise as he realized he could touch Steve now.

Steve hissed when Eddie’s hands rucked up his polo shirt to get into the back of his khaki slacks. Using his grip on the magnificent ass, he pulled Steve impossibly closer, grinding against each other desperately.

When he had to pull away from the kiss to suck in a breath, Steve’s talented mouth trailed wet biting kisses down his neck.

“Do you want to make us to come in our pants, or should you get on your knees for me?” Steve leaned back to look deep into his eyes and Eddie’s stomach swooped.

“Oh my god,” he panted. He knew which he would prefer but a part of him wanted Steve to force him, order him to do it.

Steve’s face darkened and he smirked at him. “My good boy wants me to pick though, huh?”

Something about the ‘my’ went straight to his dick and Eddie rutted forward, gasping as he got caught under the chin and pulled into another searing kiss.

“On your knees.”

Gazing up from the gross tiled floor, Eddie only had eyes for Steve.

“Look at you,” Steve purred. “Look so good following orders.” Eddie soaked in the praise, letting it fill up his chest with warmth, his eyes falling closed. “Take my cock out. Now.” His hardened voice brooked no argument and Eddie popped up, scrambling to undo his belt.

Tugging his tighty whiteys down and under his balls, he groaned when Steve cupped his jaw and held him still to swipe the head of his dick across his lips.

“These lips have always drove me crazy, you know that?”

Lapping his tongue across the soft skin, he sunk even deeper into this fuzzy warmth in his head. His eyes shuttered closed as he tried to nuzzle closer, but the grip on his jaw tightened.

“Open your eyes, Eds,” Steve demanded.

It was a struggle to get his eyes to cooperate, but he moaned when he was able to look up from under his lashes at Steve, standing wide legged and in complete control hovering over him.

“Good boy. Gunna fuck this perfect mouth of yours. And you’re going to fucking love it.”

Eddie nodded against his hand and tried to wriggle even closer between his spread legs. “Y-yeah, want it. Please.” He was panting and he didn’t recognize his own voice, so airy and breathless. His mouth was practically watering, waiting to be used.

“Open.”

Eddie widened his mouth and Steve fed him his dick, more slowly than Eddie expected. His hands gripped his muscular thighs and he pushed himself down to the hilt. Immediately gagging and pulling back, Steve laughed meanly at him.

“Take it easy, baby. I know, you’re already so cock drunk, I got you.”

The remaining tension and any worries Eddie had evaporated with that, and he gave a small nod. Steve had him.

(Help me) you make me perfect

Steve’s hips rocked forward but this time Eddie let himself just drift, staring up into Steve’s determined face.

“Oh shit, your fucking mouth, honey. Gunna come down your throat,” Steve groaned, now grabbing a handful of Eddie’s hair to pull him up onto his cock. “Good fucking boy,” he said through clenched teeth.

Eddie relaxed his throat and jaw as much as he could, earning himself a ragged moan from Steve that made his own dick twitch in his jeans.

“Oh my god, Eds. Gunna- fuck, you’re perfect. Oh!”

Steve’s hips jolted hard a few times and Eddie’s eyes watered as he was held to the spasming pelvis, unable to see his face as he came but swallowing as much as he could.

He knew he had a silly grin on his face when Steve pulled back, both panting as the hand in his hair let go to thumb what had spilled out onto his lips and chin back into his mouth. Eddie lapped at the fingers until Steve chuckled at him.

“Grab your stuff,” Steve ordered, Eddie’s feet moving before he realized where he was going. “I’m taking you to my place.”

Help me become somebody else

#sub eddie munson #sub eddie week #steddie #steddiesongfics #stranger things smut #Steve x Eddie #mine #steve harrington #eddie munson

[battywitch]

Cool cool cool cool

#in the last 72ish hours I've gone from annoyed and mildly concerned about an issue #to currently hysterically crying because wtf wtf wtf that's not good holy shit #i miiiight get answers tomorrow and i hope it's just a minor thing that can easily be corrected #but... things have been getting worse for a long time and idk #I'm trying to calm down because borrowing trouble etc etc but I'm kinda terrified and also borderline...uh... not mentally well #because of something that just happened that shocked the hell out of me and caused at least minor discomfort to someone i care about #i wish i didn't exist tbh. i just fuck up everything and make life worse for everyone around me #and *if* this ends up being a more serious issue... that'll make me even more of a burden #ignore me

[humbleanger]

wishing it was all different but also not having the means or the bravery to change anything

#we (unfortunately) live in a society #<- i'm kidding kinda #been pondering a lot today #just sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about shit #e is ignoring me once again #i'm meeting a on the weekend and i have to unearth a carefree personality from the confines of my joyless existence for it #i need to come out to my mom and brothers sooner rather than later #life is complicated. shitty most of the time. and the non shitty moments definitely don't make up for the bad ones #life just doesn't really feel worth it anymore #i thought i was getting better #but this past month has been very reminiscent of summer 21 aka the worst summer of my life aka the one that made me try and punch my ticket #i'm lonely all the time. my dorm roommates don't give a shit about me. my brothers don't care either. everything's difficult in my family #i have no real connections or friends #i have a group of people i like to meet up with in my hometown but i'm not within the /main group/ #everyone i thought cared about me has just sort of floated away from me and now they're all doing better #i'm just biding my time until i die in an /acceptable/ way #because i have to think about other people's feelings first. my own pain #knowing that life is not worth the trouble has to come second #journal eb

[rahabs]

I should have listened to my instincts and avoided law school lmao everyone says law school is the worst part of law but uh, no, actually everything gets worse after you get the JD because the entire culture of law is shitty and toxic and I’m so Miserable.

#I try to think you know. God put me on this path for a reason. #Everything lined up too perfectly otherwise... it was such a series of events after I spent years saying Never. #But I really cannot see that reason right now. And I am so miserable. #And everyone tells me about the good things in their lives/jobs and I just have to Smile. #Pretend I don't feel that awful jealous bitterness. #Especially re: my sister who has. The things I wish I could have. #A family (but I can't have that because not only am I broken but when I tried to ignore that I got assaulted) #(And now I'm broken AND traumatized) #Just got offered a partnership in a company by a family friend without having to work for it. She did I mean. #And my youngest sister LOVES her job. #Meanwhile I got in trouble this week at work from the viper paralegal for leaving work early after being told I could if I had nothing to do #Everything at work is 'say one thing mean another' and I only find that out once I'm in trouble. #I'm stressed ALL the time. #It's Saturday night I should be relaxing but all I do is stress over work and bar prep. #I make next to no money right now and don't even really know how I'm going to afford my dog. #How are people in law happy? Does it get better after articling? #I don't think I'm cut out for this. #I love the theory of law I love the research I love the history but god do I hate the culture. #Everyone priding themselves on staying up until 3 AM working on stuff like? No? #I don't want to have no work-life balance? #If all I had was work I'd actually probably kms. #I just wanted to study history? To teach it. #But there were no opportunities. #And then I discovered I love aboriginal law BECAUSE it's almost all history but. #Articling means you're stuck doing everything and there's this AWFUL family law file I'm working on and I'm tired of just. #Getting things Wrong lmao and never knowing where I stand #Never knowing the rules because again 'say one thing mean another' #I can't trust anyone because part of the reason we got in trouble was someone narked on us even though we were told it was fine. #There are worse places to work but it seems a lot of this is endemic in law. #A bunch of mean girls from high school on a power trip. It's like what I always imagined American high school must be like.

[phantasticlizzy]

I'm so stressed

#i know i haven't been here in forever #but I'm so stressed 😭 #and i just needed to let ot out somewhere #I'm doing a group project and i never had such trouble communicating in my life #like 90% of my energy if wasted on trying to understand them and explain myself #and trying to stay patient even though two of them are really mean #but I don't want to get into arguments during projects #like i want to finish this with a positive feeling #and I've been really good at ignoring and not getting upset and trying to be nice to everyone no matter how they treat me #but we're nearing the end and everyone is stressed abd it's getting to me #and i feel pathetic because it's making me cry and i don't want to cry about school work ir about mean people #especially not while I'm studying abroad and having a good experience with everything else #i want to say fuck it abd laugh it off but i can't #😭😭 #just needed to vent #just feel pretty alone right now and the only good friend I've made here is back to her county #so I'm feeling kinda lonely and frustrated that i can't seem ti comunicate better #even though i always thought it's what I'm best at #anyways #just a few more days #:') #personal

[sv5hive]

'cause when you know, you know | cl16

pairing(s): charles leclerc x fem!reader

content warning(s): mentions of drinking

word count: 708

note: i haven't posted anything in so long i hope you didn't forget me 🫣🫣

masterlist!

"this is who i was talking about! charles leclerc, you know, the racing driver i mentioned?"

reluctantly, he looked up from the drink in his hands to introduce himself to you. in all honesty, the first half of the season had been tougher on him than usual and he just wanted to be left alone.

that plan was derailed the moment his eyes landed on you.

as he took you in he failed to notice your outstretched hand, waiting for his.

idiot.

it wasn't his fault you looked like an angel in that white dress which seemed to hug your body perfectly, your skin glowing in the warm sunset and eyes twinkling much like the fairy lights illuminating the rooftop. it's almost as if a switch was flicked in him and all the fatigue left his body at the sight of you.

he was definitely in trouble.

"nice to meet you. i hope he hasn't told you too many stories about me." was all he was able to get out while still in a daze.

"nice to meet you too. don't worry, he's only told me the good ones!"

you even had the voice of an angel.

the conversation flowed easily with the steady stream of drinks from the bar. at some point near the beginning of your conversation, your mutual friend had abandoned you, leaving the both of you to lean against the wall in a secluded corner. neither of you minded though, as you spent hours learning almost everything about each other from your careers and families to your favourite dishes and childhood pets. somehow, you had managed to ignore everyone else at the party and stay by each others side in that corner the entire time. you looked around you only to find out you two were the last ones left up on the quiet roof. not that it mattered; you could've spent lifetimes talking to charles, shoulders pushed together, hands almost touching but jumping apart whenever they got too close, just talking about whatever came to mind.

the sun had long since dipped below the horizon and the moon was now glimmering in the waves. charles took the opportunity to admire you in his slightly drunken state before he lost the little confidence he had suddenly gained.

a cool breeze had come with nightfall and danced through your hair as you gazed at the sea through lidded eyes. the moon reflected on your face like a spotlight, magnifying your beauty to him. it felt like the universe was giving him a sign, screaming at him to not let you slip away. even if he wanted to ignore the universe, he couldn't. not when he had already felt himself falling the second he saw you and lost all common sense. a permanent, dopey smile rested on your mouth while you nursed the last remainders of your drink. whether you were smiling because of him or the several drinks you had he didn't know, but he certainly hoped it was the former (it was).

he had just met you a few hours ago but in that instant he knew this would be the story he would tell your all your friends and families over and over again until they could repeat it from memory. he could see it all so clearly.

they would ask how he knew you were the one and he would recount this exact moment, where you weren't even really paying him any attention and instead opting to stare out into the endless sea. they wouldn't understand but when they did and they wondered if they've found the one, he would be there to tell them that if you really have to ask yourself, then they aren't the one. because when you know, you know.

"what are you thinking about?" you had realised the silence had stretched on for much longer than what felt normal.

"hmm?"

despite charles drinking several glasses of liquid courage, he still couldn't form a proper sentence around you.

"i said, what are you thinking about? you look very, concentrated."

"nothing, don't worry."

"whatever you say."

he studied your features once more before shaking his head and smiling to himself.

"come on, it's late. let me walk you back."

#cl16 #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #cl16 one shot

[candy69gurl]

Can you do a Megumi noncon pleaseeeeeeeeeee

Warnings- 18+, non/con, jealousy, bathroom sex, mirror sex, nipple play, fingering, clit licking, use of vulgar words (slut,whore,bitch), orgasm denial, raw sex (cumming inside)

About the character - Megumi is of legal age and he is depicted as introvert, mysterious, dominant, possessive and slight exhibitionist.

wc - 4.5k

ART NOT MINE !

Claim you as mine ~

megumi x f!reader

When Megumi attains legal adulthood, Y/N, a new student, gets enrolled in Jujutsu High. When you first see Megumi, you can't help but stare at him. He resembles a piece of art. He has the most stunning eyes you have ever seen; he's tall and thin. His unkempt and dark hair appears so soft.

Gojo introduces you to the class, and immediately there is a flurry of activity. As soon as you enter, you start to feel anxious. You feel everyone staring at you, but with one particular person's attention, you can't seem to shake.

Megumi was seated. in the back of the class, observing everything, just as he does for everything. When suddenly his eyes meet with the gaze of the new girl, Y/N,. He watches you intently, the corners of his lips curving up slightly, but not enough to call it a smile.

After about 6 months, you manage to get along with everyone in the class. You become friends with everyone. You are known for your friendly and energetic personality. You are a joy to be around. However, when you are around Megumi, your friendly personality seems to have a different feeling towards him. He is the only one you have trouble approaching, maybe because you feel nervous to speak to him. But whenever you both lock eyes, there's a certain feeling that neither of them can ignore.

It has been a full year, and everyone has noticed how you always get flustered around Megumi. Megumi, of course, noticed this too. Everyone has started to believe in the ship between the two. However, you keep denying it, but everyone still insists that there is something between you two. Whenever both of you hear this, you both blush, causing everyone’s suspicion to grow even more.

Nobara says, "I mean, he definitely likes you... I've seen how he looks at you."

You reply," I don't think so. He is so mysterious and introverted. Whenever I talk to him, he does not even make eye contact with me."

Nobara snickers and tells you, “You are too oblivious, girl. He’s an introvert; it’s really hard for him to open up. Trust me, he likes you.”

You roll your eyes and say, “Stop with your delusions. What makes you think he even likes me? He is always cold and nonchalant around me. He barely even talks to me. Do you really think he likes me?”

Nobara finally says, "Fine, let's test him."

Nobara smiles evilly and says, "HiHiHi," as she rubs her hands together. "So here's the plan.". As Nobara tells you of her plan, your eyes widen.

After Nobara finishes explaining her plan, Y/N is a bit taken aback by the boldness of her plan.

You then sigh, “Do you really expect this to work?”

Nobara, "Trust me, this is the only way."

Finally, one day, it's time for one of Gojo's famous treats. Everyone is excited to go to this 5-star hotel that Gojo has gotten for the students when they aren't training. Megumi's sitting on a couch in one of the rooms, watching everyone talk and laugh to themselves. Everything's fine until he sees you walking in his direction. The closer you get, the more he feels his heartbeat growing faster than usual.

He tries his best to control his emotions and act nonchalant, but his heart is beating way too fast. He tries to hide this by fiddling with his hair, but his hands are trembling. He also finds himself trying to avoid your gaze. But the closer you get, the harder it is to avoid your gorgeous eyes. He also notices how your clothes seem to fit you perfectly. His insides begin to heat up a bit as he struggles to stay calm.

Megumi notices the extra-revealing clothes you're wearing. His eyes can’t help wandering down for a quick moment before he clears his throat and looks away. This is the first time he's seen you in something that shows so much skin. It catches him off guard. He feels his cheeks heat up a bit as he thinks about the way your body fits in the outfit. He struggles to shift his attention away from your body, but his eyes keep wanting to wander right back.

But you suddenly walk in the direction of Yuji and kiss his cheek.

Megumi notices this, watching as your lips make contact with Yuji's cheek. He finds his eyes narrowing slightly, feeling an intense wave of jealousy hit him out of the blue. He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from cursing under his breath. The thought of your man putting his lips on your skin just made his mind explode. He tries to look away, but the jealousy he’s feeling right now is not letting him.

Gojo is in the other lounge, together with the other Jujutsu High seniors. Nobara, Yuji, Megumi, Maki, Inumaki, and Panda are with you.

Megumi watches you, still struggling with controlling his emotions. He can see how you're now talking to Yuji, holding a friendly conversation. He watches as you lean in close to him as you both have your conversation, causing his jealousy to increase tenfold. He watches as you and Yuji laugh and joke around, his insides flaring with anger. He clenches his fists to stop himself from exploding.

Timeskips...

Everyone’s attention is currently on a game of truth or dare, as Yuji has proposed. But Megumi's eyes keep watching Y/N's every movement.

Nobara gets to ask the truth from Y/N: "So, Y/N, we are so happy that you are a part of us now. But for a few months, it seems... something's going on with you."

You blush.

"So, dear, do you have eyes on someone among us?"

As Nobara asks this, your eyes drift towards Yuji, biting your lower lip. While Yuji rubs the back of his neck.

Megumi notices Y/N’s eyes drifting towards Yuji, feeling a sharp pain in his chest upon seeing your stare at him. It causes him to clench his fist, trying to contain himself. His jealousy is now at an all-time high. He finds his fingers gripping the couch he was sitting on. He watches as Yuji rubs the back of his neck, looking nervous at the sudden attention that was thrust upon him. Megumi can also see the slight red tint that has risen on Yuji's cheeks. He watches on angrily, wishing it was him who was getting your attention and not Yuji.

"Ooooh, I see, I see," everyone cooes.

Megumi watches on with growing anger as everyone continues to cooe about the two. He watches as you and Yuji smile nervously at each other. The jealousy's almost palpable at this point for him.

Everyone was so sure that you liked Yuji, but he knew it wasn’t so. Why didn’t anyone pick up on your behaviour around him? Megumi keeps looking at you, waiting for you to take your eyes off Yuji and look in his direction.

Megumi coughs as Nobara smirks at him.

Megumi notices your gaze quickly shifts his direction. A small part of him believes that this was enough for everyone to realise that you liked him and not Yuji. He holds his breath as he watches your gaze linger on him for a quick second before your gaze quickly goes back to Yuji. This makes him feel a wave of anger, but he manages to contain his emotions.

Suddenly you speak up, "Oh guys, I have to use the restroom. I will be back soon," you say, leaving the restroom.

Megumi slowly gets up after everyone starts to pay attention to Yuji again. He quietly slips out of the room to follow you. He watches as you walk towards the bathroom. He follows you, making sure to stay a bit far behind to avoid being noticed. He then quickly enters the same bathroom you went into.

Y/N enters the restroom, running the tap, and wetting a tissue paper.

"What do you think you're doing?" Megumi speaks, placing his hands on one side of the wash basin and trapping you.

You freeze in your tracks, immediately startled by the sound of his voice. You look up at the mirror, and you find his eyes staring daggers at you. Your breath caught in your throat. The atmosphere in the room is tense, with his body trapping you inside the small space. You can see the fire in his eyes, his gaze piercing into yours as he looks down at you. You can feel yourself starting to heat up due to the tension that has built up in the restroom. Your lips curve up to an unintentional smirk.

"This is the girl's washroom, Gumi."

He seems unfazed by the fact that they are in the girls washroom. In fact, he seems almost irritated by your reply. He watches as your eyes meet with his in the mirror once again.

"I know." He says this, his voice taking on a harsh tone.

You turn around to directly meet his gaze.

Megumi watches as you turn around to face him directly. Your faces are so close to each other that he can feel your breath brush against his own. The tension between both of you is so thick that it is impossible for both of them to look away from each other's gaze. 

"Tell me this whole thing between you and Yuji is a joke," Megumi says, his voice harsh but low.

"No, it's not," you reply.

Megumi feels himself growing angry at your response. His jaw tightens slightly as you confirm that you, in fact, did like Yuji. He keeps his hands on the basin, preventing you from moving an inch.

"Are you seriously telling me that you like him?"

"Probably, and besides, why do you care?"

He narrows his eyes at you, starting to feel an overwhelming wave of jealousy. He clenches his fists as he speaks, his tone getting harsher with every word he says.

"Why do I care? Did you really just ask me that question? As if it isn’t obvious."

"What's obvious?" you tease him intentionally.

He is starting to lose his patience, his voice growing to a more harsh tone.

"What do you mean? What's obvious?! Am I not making it more than clear enough to you? Are you really that dense to not see it?"

'Huh? I don't understand."

He can feel himself grow angrier as you show signs of being oblivious to his feelings. He grits his teeth as he speaks, his voice growing even more angrier at your oblivious nature.

"Do I have to spell it out to you? Stop playing with me, Y/N. Or else..."

"Or else what?" you smirk, testing his limits.

He finds himself staring at your smirk, his insides flairing up again. He fights the urge to lose control, but his anger and jealousy get the better of him as he feels his fingers tighten their grip around the basin, his knuckles turning white.

"Or else I’m going to do something that I know you won’t like."

He says, his voice growing threatening. He watches as your smirk turns into an annoyed frown as you realise that you pressed his buttons.

"Are you sure that I am not going to like it?"

Your flirtatious behaviour is making it extremely difficult for him to contain his emotions. He stares you down, trying to resist the urge to grab you. He watches as your smile grows back, and there is a bit of amusement in it.

He leans forward, his face now even closer to yours. His eyes meet yours, and his expression is now serious.

“You're a slut, aren't you?”

"Mhm? Am I?"

He smirks, wrapping one of your arms around your waist and the other around your cheeks. "Let's find out then."

A wave of intense excitement fills you as you feel his lips make sudden contact with yours. Your cheeks heat up, and your eyes are forced to close as you sink into the feeling of his lips. You feel your whole body grow warm as his arm coils around your waist, pressing you closer to him.

"G-gumi wait," you plead.

Your words fall on a pair of deaf ears, as the feeling of his lips on yours is overwhelming. He holds you close, his fingers tightening their grip around your waist as his lips continue to explore your mouth. He puts you up, your hips making contact with the wash basin, placing you on it, and letting your dress get wet.

Your pupil dilates the moment you are put up, your back pressed against the basin. Your breath is becoming quick and shallow. You feel the cold, wet sink as your body is pressed against the surface, your dress sticking to your body. Your eyes meet his in close proximity, and you stare up at him with a mixture of fear and excitement. You feel your insides heat up even more as his fingers continue to tighten their grip around your waist. Your legs wrap around his hips as you let out a small whimper.

He can see you trembling as you look up at him. The sound of your whimpers sends a wave of heat through his body. He stares back at you, his mouth slightly curving into an amused smile. The tension in the atmosphere. It is almost unbearable, and he feels your body start to shiver as you hold on to him tightly. The feelings that you are sending through his body are getting the better of him as he whispers.

"This is just the beginning, baby. There's a lot to come; you made me suffer a lot today." With that, Megumi puts your dress up, exposing your thighs to his view.

This causes a surge of heat to flare through him, his eyes wandering down to your thighs. His hands continue to roam around your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. His breath picks up the pace as he stares at your exposed thighs. 

You bite your lower lip, thinking about how vulnerable you are to him now.

Megumi's facial expression remains stoic as he watches you bite your lower lip, but his heart races. He can feel your nervousness, but he knows you want this, and more importantly, he wants this too. Slowly, his hands move down your body, tracing the curve of your hips, before he moves further south, gently exploring the tender skin on your inner thighs. Each touch leaves you wanting more, and he knows it. His eyes meet yours, locking onto your gaze as he gently slides off your dress, leaving your breasts exposed to his gaze. He flicks his tongue across your nipple. Your breath hitches, and he pulls away slightly, just enough for you to regret the loss.

His fingers trace downward, making you gasp as he trails along the sensitive skin of your stomach. The anticipation is killing you, but you can't help but love every moment of it. Finally, his fingers reach the destination, and you exhale deeply. The warmth of his breath against your most intimate area makes you tremble. Megumi groans softly, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushes your panties aside to find your wet, slicky folds, and he smirks. And then he slowly parts you open, revealing the prize he searches for. He thrusts one of his slender fingers inside you.

"I've wanted this since my eyes met yours," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your exposed neck. Your body arches involuntarily, and your head falls back as you moan loudly. The room is filled with the sound of your pleasure, and yet, it seems like it's still not enough. As he touches you, the intensity of your emotions rises, and it becomes impossible to hold back any longer. The room echoes with your moans and cries of ecstasy. You can barely stand the intensity, and it seems like you're reaching your peak. But Megumi isn't finished.

His lips trail down the length of your torso, leaving a path of sensations that leave you begging for more. His tongue flickers along the way before he rests on his knees, sliding his tongue on your clit tasting your sweet nectar while continuing to tease your g-spot. You can feel yourself reaching the edge, and he knows it. Just at the right moment, he stops. Leaning back, he gazes at your flushed face, your eyes wide with desire.

With a devilish grin, he says, "Not yet, my dear. We aren't done here."

Megumi and you both hear some footsteps outside the restroom. He quickly picks you up with his hands wrapping around your thighs, taking you to one of the toilets before locking it.

The sudden movement takes you aback, but you don't resist as Megumi carries you to the bathroom. He gently sets you down on the closed lid and steps between your legs, pushing them open wider. He runs his finger along your entrance, teasing you mercilessly.

"I-I.. Gumi..." you beg, your voice shaking.

His eyes meet yours, burning with desire. "Not yet," he mutters, standing up and turning towards the door. As you watch, he locks the bathroom door, completely sealing you in together. He turns back to face you, unzipping his pants.

Seeing his actions, you close your eyes; you cannot stop the blush that spreads across your face. His muscles contract as he approaches, and your heart races as he positions himself. For a moment, you think he's going to enter you, but he surprises you by pushing two fingers inside, making you cry out. You want him so badly, but he's holding back.

"This is just the beginning, my love," he murmurs, adding another digit. "You haven't even begun to experience the true pleasure I can give you."

"A-Ah"

Your cries fill the small space of the bathroom, and his eyes lock onto yours. He thrusts his fingers harder, watching as you writhe beneath him. The intensity of your pleasure increases, and he can't resist any longer.

"I'm going to cum,"  you say desperately, clawing at his shoulders.

"Not yet, not until I say so," he grins, continuing his thrust. Your toes curl at the pleasure.

Suddenly familiar sounds come from outside the toilet. It's of Nobara's and Maki.

"I wonder where Megumi and Y/N are."  Maki's voice echoes in the washroom.

You freeze, your eyes widening as you both hear Nobara and Maki's voices outside the locked bathroom door. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you. Just when you think it all ended and you sigh deeply, he leans closer to your ear,licking your earlobe and saying,It's more fun now." With that, he frees his hardened shaft.

"Wait, they'll find out," you whisper back.

He chuckles softly, running his hand along your cheek, "Relax; it'll only increase the excitement," and with one swift motion, he brings his cockhead at your entrance. "Let's see, how can you contain your moans?" he whispers, positioning himself at your entrance. He pauses for a moment, looking deep into your eyes, and then thrusts into you slowly. You cry out, your eyes wide with surprise. The sudden movement catches you off guard, but it feels amazing.

Maki asks Nobara," Did you hear that?"

Nobara replies,Hear what?"

You cover your mouth to stop making any more sounds.

Megumi groans softly, his eyes never leaving yours. He thrusts deeper, enjoying the sight of your struggling breaths. His movements are slow, teasing you and keeping the sensation high. He can feel your walls tightening around him, and he can't help but speed up. Every thrust is careful and calculated, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

Just as he's about to reach your peak, he pulls out suddenly. You look at him with teary eyes, exhaling deeply. He unlocks the door and peeks out to check if they are still out. Seeing nobody, he pulls you out, grabbing one of your arms and taking you back to the wash basin. He turns you around so that now you're facing the mirror while he is at your back. He pulls your dress up, making you lean on the basin with your hands on its side, maintaining your balance. Without any hesitation, he thrusts into you again, making you jolt in front.

Your mouth is wide open as your eyes roll in pleasure.

"Look at yourself, whore,"  he grabs your neck, making you face the mirror.

You gasp as he claims you once again, this time deeper, stretching you in ways you didn't know were possible. His words send shivers down your spine as you watch yourself in the mirror, being taken by Megumi. Your eyes roll back as he hits your G-spot, making you moan louder than before. Your hands grip the sides of the basin, your nails digging into the porcelain as you struggle to maintain balance.

"What a slut" he repeats, his voice rough and deep. "Do you like this? Being called names while I fuck you?"

You nod frantically, unable to form any words. The sensations are overwhelming, and it's unlike anything you've ever experienced before. He thrusts harder, each movement hitting you deep inside. Your breathing quickens, and your moans become louder. He reaches around, rubbing your clit firmly.

"Who do you belong to?" he asks, increasing the pressure on your sensitive bud.

"Yours," you whisper, your voice hoarse.

"That's right, you're mine," he growls, pounding into you faster. "Take it, myslut," he snarls, his pace picking up. You can feel his thrusts getting stronger, and your climax is approaching rapidly. Your mind is hazy, unable to focus beyond the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Cum for me, bitch," he orders, thrusting deeper. You can't help it; your orgasm finally crashes over you, making you scream into the mirror. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, making you tremble violently. He continues thrusting, matching your rhythm, until he joins you, filling you with his release.

You feel him pulsating inside you, releasing tonnes of his seed into your uterus.

Panting heavily, he rests his forehead against your back, catching his breath. "That's a good whore," he murmurs, kissing your neck.

Megumi can feel your body trembling, and he turns you around and holds you close, not wanting to let go. His breaths match yours, and he kisses your shoulder as he tries to regain control of his own body. When you're both able to catch your breath, he gently pulls out, helping you straighten up. He kisses your neck softly, wiping the sweat from your brow.

"I shouldn't have done that," he whispers, his voice husky. "But you tempted me so much..."

You look at him, your cheeks flushed. "I love you," you admit.

"Pardon?"

"I love you, Gumi."

"Mhm? I thought you liked... Yuji?" he teases.

"It was a prank; Nobara asked me to do it to find out if you liked me or not."

Megumi smiles gently, giving you a peck on the lips.

"I love you to death, but don't get on my nerves next time."

With that said, he helps you put your dress back on and leads you out of the bathroom.

"G-gumi.. C-cant walk."

As you lower yourself onto the bench, he sits beside you, rubbing your back gently. "Sorry, I should've been gentler," he apologises, stroking your hair.

"No, it was perfect, I promise," you reassure him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm just not used to that kind of pleasure."

He chuckles softly, kissing your temple. "We'll have plenty of time to explore, my love."

You close your eyes, basking in the afterglow of your encounter.

"Let me pick you up." He picks you up on his shoulder while you droop sleepily on his shoulder. You finally fall asleep on him.

Megumi carries your sleeping body on his shoulder as he walks out of the bathroom. He watches as you cling to him, your head resting on his shoulder and your body hanging loose and relaxed. Your dress is in a messy state, with the bottom half wet.

Megumi goes back to where everyone was and he sees everyone still in the same spot. He sets Y/N down on a couch and slowly walks to join everyone, still feeling the heat from earlier in his body. He tries to act nonchalant, as if nothing had happened between him and Y/N in the restroom. He joins in with the rest of the group with a friendly smile on his face, taking his seat. He hopes that nobody notices his heated state and how red his facial expression is.

Yuji sits up straight, seeing Megumi.

"Oi Gumi, where were you? and where is Y/N?" Megumi points to where you are sleeping on the couch.

"Gosh, she fell asleep already? I thought we were going to spend"

Megumi slams his drink on the table, not letting Yuji speak anymore.

Nobara snickers at his reaction.

After a while, Yuji gets up and walks to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He gently nudges your "Oi Y/N."

Megumi follows Yuji's movement, slapping his hands away from Y/N. "Don't touch yours," he says, glaring at Yuji, not letting him get near you as you sleep. His glare is intense enough to freeze Yuji in his spot, making him take a step back when he sees Megumi’s angry expression.

Yuji puts his hands up in an attempt to surrender himself as he realises that Megumi is not going to back down anytime soon. Megumi glances at the remaining people in the room, seeing their concerned expressions except Nobara as they see the tense interaction. He doesn’t take his eyes off Yuji for a single second, despite everyone’s glances. He is determined not to let Yuji touch you at any cost.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", everyone claps and celebrates.

Megumi watches as everyone cheers and claps for the sight they just witnessed. He can see their excited facial expressions as they celebrate and cheer. He feels a small part of him starting to relax as he watches everyone’s celebrations. But he stays alert and on his toes, making sure that nobody comes close to you as you sleep.

#jjk #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujustu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Mirrorball - Charles Leclerc

Summary: 2023 is tearing Charles apart. But there’s one person who gives hope for a light at the end of the tunnel even when he let’s doubt and frustration get the better of him.

PS. wrote this while watch Cars 3 after qualifying and cried at the end of the movie 

Y/n couldn’t stop her head from shaking as she sees Charles pull back in. 

P11. 

Another qualifying where “ the king of qualifying” doesn’t get into Q3. 

He didn’t even wait for the car to sit in the garage before he climbed out as if he couldn’t bear to sit in the Ferrari any longer. 

His gaze glares across the garage from within his helmet as he marches to the back leaving y/n to wait knowing he’s too angry to want her to attempt to calm him down. If she tried it might be explosive for her and everyone else int he vicinity. Easier to just wait till he comes to her.

Charles eventually pulls off his helmet and balaclava off but there’s a darkness in his eyes that makes y/n wince. He shoves his way between the engineers ready to tell them exactly what he thinks and how bad of a call they made.

Y/n moves to the Ferrari unit not wanting to see Charles like that and knowing he’ll catch up with her. 

Things get worse when Charles is let loose in his thunderous mood in the media pen, telling them exactly how it is. His thoughts on how the team didn’t make the right call, didn’t listen and he doesn’t agree with them. They’ll be trouble in the debrief. A war of egos and what the right call was.

Truth is everyone knows what the right call was. But they didn’t do it.

“Charles, you need to calm down before the debrief.” Y/n mumbles when she finally lands herself in the same room as him. 

“They never listen!” Charles exclaims in frustration. “They never listen and it is ruining everything.”

“I know.”

“I would be wiser to have you there on the radio as my race engineer at least I know I can trust you.” Charles grumbles before landing his head in her neck as he hugs her. Face nuzzling down as he inhales the lingering perfume on her skin and slowly seems to settle a little. His body still tense and rigid with angry and the stress of the whole situation but it relaxes ever so slightly. “I’m ok. I’m glad you’re here.” 

“I’ll always be here. I’m going to be here as much as you need...because I have to be here to make sure you know that I see how much you’re trying. I see how hard you’re pushing yourself and I see what you put yourself through every day.” Y/n smiles softly while running a hand through his hair which aids in his body not being so stiff. “I don’t care what people say, you are fucking amazing.”

She tries to ignore the tears gathering in her eyes at the feeling of his own hitting her the skin on her neck making her pull him closer.

“One day I’m going to say I’m dating a world champion.”

“You’re going to leave me for Max?” Charles jokes clearly slowly feeling better which makes her smile a little. His mood is at least somewhat improved.

“Of course not. Alonso is the top of my list.” Y/n grins then laughing while he pulls her closer to hook her legs up around his waist. She finally gets a look at his face and there’s a relief she sees him smiling. “You’re going to get there, Charles. You work too hard to not get there and it won’t be this year. It doesn’t have to be this year. That doesn't mean it’s never going to happen. But things are going to get better.”

“I don’t know where I’d be without you?”

“I like to think you’d be somewhere searching for me even though you wouldn’t know I exist. You’d have like a homing instinct to search until you found me.” Y/n smiles before kissing him. “You know how lucky I feel every day to wake up with you as my boyfriend? Now...Are you ok now? Feel better?”

“Stay with me till the debrief?”

“God always so needy.” Y/n jokes before squealing when he picks her up keeping her legs around his waist and beginning to carry her from the room. “Charles! You can’t carry me.”

“I’d do more if there was enough time.” 

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #fanfic #formula 1 #formula1 #f1 #imagine #leclerc #charles #ferrari #canadian gp 2023 #canadiangp

[gogolatte]

Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙

✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader

✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!

✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3

The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.

Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.

You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.

But the sleepiness was starting to get you.

You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.

Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.

Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.

“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.

Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.

Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.

The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”

Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.

The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.

You took a deep breath.

Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.

You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.

You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.

You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.

“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.

The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.

“You're late as always, Dazai.”

Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.

Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.

Ah, he is prettier up close.

What? No.

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.

Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.

“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.

“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.

“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”

“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”

Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.

Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.

But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.

You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?

Ah, might as well take a little nap then.

“Shit.”

Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.

Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.

Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.

Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.

Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.

God, forgive him for being so greedy.

“Do you want to play?”

You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.

Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.

You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.

“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”

You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?

“Move Knight to e6.”

“Sorry— what?”

Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.

Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.

When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

But he did.

As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?

You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.

“…Now, did you understand?”

His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

“I—”

You're interrupted before you can speak.

“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”

Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.

“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.

You panic.

You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.

Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.

Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.

“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.

For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.

You don't want to fall deeper into him.

After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.

“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”

“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”

“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”

What a nuisance.

Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?

In fact, you were sure you hated him.

Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.

There was no way you could fall for someone like him.

You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.

The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.

Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.

Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.

You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.

Well… You were wrong.

“What the fuck?”

“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”

Seriously?

You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.

Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.

“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”

The hell with this—

You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.

“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”

He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…

“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.

“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”

Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.

He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.

“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.

“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.

He was using you as his entertaining resource.

Fine. You might as well play along.

With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Such an obedient girl.”

You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.

“Are you enjoying your reading?”

You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.

Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.

“Why don't you read for me out loud?”

“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.

“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”

Cocky bastard.

You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.

“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”

Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.

God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.

“Ah—”

You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.

The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.

As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.

“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.

Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.

“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”

He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.

“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”

How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.

“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.

You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.

Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.

Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.

“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”

Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.

As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.

“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”

You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.

When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.

“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.

Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.

Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.

“Good girl…”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.

He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.

“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”

You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.

“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.

So he does taste like coffee.

Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.

“Goodbye, my dear.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.

God, you want to taste his lips again.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

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[navstuffs]

BratTamer!Leon Kennedy with a SpoiledRichGN!Reader (warning: mild dubcon, SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

author's notes: yes, i know i normally don't write about this, but really been in the mood lately for something like this. enjoy!

BratTamer!Leon Kennedy, who gets hired by your rich dad to be your bodyguard, but only on paper. The truth? Your dad is tired of your spoiled attitude and decided to hire someone to teach you some manners, though he was the one to spoil you in the first place.

BratTamer!Leon is hated by you at first sight. You don't like having someone around you as you try to spend your afternoons spending money and going to luxurious parties, especially when your friends are more attracted to hitting on him, always being stared at by his watchful blue eyes (when he isn't wearing those stupid sunglasses). Sure, he is attractive, but they can't see he is a pain in the ass, standing behind you with those dumb sunglasses and incredibly sexy blue suit?

BratTamer!Leon gets tired of your superior attitude toward everyone and is close to his limit. The last straw is when he sees you screaming at a poor young lady worker from a high-end store for simply bumping into you on accident, though she tried to apologize in a tearful tone. You don't notice Leon's eyes fill with rage as you scream about how incompetent the seller is, so the whole store hears as you humiliate her. This behavior from you ends today.

"You think you are better than everyone, don't you? Just because you are rich? Just because daddy gives everything to you? It is time someone teaches you some manners." BratTamer!Leon growls before shoving your mouth down his cock when you are back in the expensive car. You realize there is no resistance on your part, a little anger inside your belly, though Leon isn't forcing you down. You are doing it because you want it. "Look how well your lips are taking me. How long have you wanted this?" Fucking bastard.

BratTamer!Leon who vows to fuck you as you need if you behave nicely but punish you badly if you don't. At first, you roll your eyes, ignoring the desperate sensation of being with Leon again. But when a maid from your house breaks a glass cup accidentally, you start screaming at her, not because you care about the cup but because you want to know what kind of trouble Leon is talking about.

The sounds of the slaps on your ass probably echo to the house, but you don't care. At least your dad isn't home. BratTamer!Leon has you on his lap, your ass exposed. He makes you count every single one of the slaps and tears in the corner of your eyes, and he warns, "Do not lose count," you lose it "on accident" a couple of times. BratTamer!Leon is still nice enough to rub your ass when he thinks you've had enough, impressed by how much you took it.

But he keeps his promise. When you apologize to the worker for screaming at her (attracting many surprised stares from everyone), BratTamer!Leon returns late at night to your room and gives you exactly what he promised.

"Haven't been fucked like this in ages, haven't you? See what happens if you behave? I can give you much more than this." BratTamer!Leon grunts as he takes you from behind, grabbing your waist, not giving you time to breathe, every single pound hitting deeper inside of you. You want to tell him to go fuck himself, but he is taking you so good, so good, you can only sob a miserable no, begging to not stop.

Your whole demeanor changes. You become more polite, greeting those you always considered lower than you. Your dad is shocked, simply asking BratTamer!Leon, what it took. Leon smiles as he answers, "Just be firm, that is all."

But no one can change like that, and your brat personality comes out when you see a friend of your dad's hitting on your bodyguard during your birthday party. You honestly don't know half of those people, used to your dad using you for fame, but as you see those long red nails in BratTamer!Leon's dark suit, you bump into them with your wine glass before leaving.

He finds you on the balcony, his white shirt wet with wine, his suit jacket long forgotten. He is pissed, you are furious, and when he asks what that was all about, you tell him to go back and find someone else who he can have fun. And now you sound fucking stupid, with tears in your voice, turning around. You are hoping for him to punish you when you turn away, but when BratTamer!Leon's hand grabs your arm and turns you gently, his hand holding your face.

"Why would I want someone else if I only want you, bratty?"

BratTamer!Leon decides to give your birthday gift earlier. By bending you over the balcony, he suggests you stay quiet so no one looks up and sees how slutty you are. His face goes between your legs as he pushes his fingers inside of you. You hold back your moans, your legs trembling, and it doesn't take long until you whimper for him to stop teasing you and fuck in front of all those people to show everyone who you belong to. Not once does a single head rise despite Leon's grunts, occasional slaps in your ass, and the apparent noise of sex from the balcony. You still manage to keep quiet, even when he raises your leg so his dick can go even more deeper.

When you are done, BratTamer!Leon doesn't leave you like the other times. No, he helps you get to bed, helps clean your body's sweat, and cuddles with you. Leon simply shrugs when you ask him what your dad would think about him on your bed, replying maybe a little of your stubbornness rubbed on him.

"Really? You would blame this on me?" You wonder, pretending to be shocked.

"Why not? Everyone knows you are a bad influence. I might as well be the victim in all of this. Or he would thank me for giving you some manners."

"You really think really you have straightened me up, didn't you, Kennedy??" You tease, and he jokingly gives you a warning slap in your ass.

"We shall see this, brat."

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[bloudercrest]

A RANT

Have you ever been doubting yourself because you either have troubles waiting and being impatient for your manifestations or desires to come? Or have you constantly been looking for validation to see if anything has changed if this is your problem it’s OK because we’ve all been there.

Being impatient

Let’s say for example you have ordered a package from a website like Amazon or whatever etc. you know it’s coming already so you won’t be impatient and checking every second or doubting yourself is it gonna come because you know it’s there? You know it’s coming you know the second you placed that order changes have started. Now put that ideology and APPLY it to your desires. People tend to overcomplicate manifesting but really it’s so simple. Think of it embodied and it’s there already.

SEEKING VALIDATION FROM THE 3D

If you consistently seek validation from the 3D STOP IT NOW!! The 3D is literally a mirror of your imagination. The 3D is nothing more than a mirror. now with this thing about it if the mirror is the 3-D then that means the thing you have to change first is yourself your belief because once you have the belief everything will kick in and I’ve seen a lot of other people save the same thing so I’m aware this is basic knowledge, so if everyone is telling you this, why haven’t you applied yet? The answer is simple because I know from my personal experience. Ignoring the 3-D is HARD. Especially if you’re just getting into the lot of assumption. For example when some people listen to a subliminal right after they would look in the mirror to see if any changes happened but when it doesn’t they quickly say the subliminal didn’t work or subliminals don’t work in general and they generalize their misbelief, the other people and the community. DONT DO THAT!! When you are listening to a subliminal or affirming in general you have to believe and act like it’s there. Don’t go looking for changes because if you’re looking for changes that subconsciously telling yourself that you do not have it if this doesn’t make sense, let me break it down.

Let’s say you have an iPhone 14 you know you have the phone so would you say “I want this phone?” No, you would not. You would say “oh yes, I have this phone.” so why can’t you do the same thing with your desires? Do not let the 3-D define what’s yours and what isn’t because I’m telling you the second you think of something you want that is the literal second it’s yours.

IMPOSSIBLE - IM POSSIBLE

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[ooshu]

sequel pt. 2

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“why were you ignoring my calls?”

after two weeks of purposely dodging haechan’s presence, he had finally cornered you by ringing your doorbell on a friday night; a night when he knows you would be wide awake until god knows when.

haechan peeks at the television at your back, “and watching a film without me, too?”

good for you, though. you are good at making excuses.

realizing you were in love with your best friend haechan made it seem difficult to get by. ever since mark pointed out you would literally do anything for him in a heartbeat, you became extremely conscious. sure, there was a distinct line between liking and loving. you were aware you liked him, but loving sure is a big word.

and everyone saw it except you.

and the worst thing that could probably happen is haechan seeing it, too.

usually, haechan would walk directly toward your living room, but you’re still holding the door. haechan attempts to put one foot forward, but you are doing all your might to block his way.

“i was busy.”

“bullshit.”

“i can’t be busy now?”

“it’s 11 pm.”

“i can’t go beyond that?”

“you never work at this hour.”

“i have a lot of…”, you turned your head at the back, attempting to look at your surrounding to salvage your excuses but miserably failed. fuck, a deer caught in the headlights. "stuff.”

“holy shit.”, haechan exclaimed. “you’re really bad at this.”

“jesus, fuck! what do you want?”

“i wanna be with you.”

maybe if you were really not into your best friend who has a way with his words, you would completely laugh it off. but no, you were dumbfounded, hopeful, and taken aback.

“what?”

“said i wanna be with you.”

you just stared at haechan. could he possibly be…?

“who’s gonna take care of you, huh? who’s gonna be there when you trip on the sidewalk when you’re shitfaced? who’s gonna buy you dinner when you refuse to move until you finish your work?”

you tilted your head and leaned against the doorframe. your faces are just inches away from each other. haechan cupped your cheeks until he reached down your chin. “who’s gonna wipe your tears away when you’re sad, hmm?”

your lips ajar, trying to comprehend what he had just said. haechan lee just might have listed down the things he would willingly want to continue doing with and for you. and your heart might just have liked every bit of the sound he uttered.

“so… are you gonna let me in or what?”, haechan stared intently at your eyes. you just wanted this moment to last longer. this close, this proximity, you hope it gets a little closer. your gaze grazes on his plump lips, and it takes a lot of your courage right now to not kiss him.

“oh, yeah.”, you opened the door wider and haechan took a few steps forward, almost reaching the center of your living room.

but his steps faltered when his phone rang.

haechan stood just there and answered.

“yeah, yeah, yeah. just stay there. i’m coming.” — these were the words you heard, and in a heartbeat, he was on his way to finding the exit.

“but you just dropped by, haech…?”

“sorry. she needs me.”

“she?”

“oh, yeah. i’ll introduce you to her.”, haechan did not even spare looking at you. he was just texting on his phone, a bit in a hurry. “she’s a keeper. you’re gonna love her.”

you felt your heart sink but your feet did you no justice; you followed him like a little kid full of wonder and questions. and when your stop reaches back to your door, he slowly turned around and said:

“please don’t… don’t leave me ever again.”, haechan bit his lip. you can see how his eyes glisten, almost teary-eyed. “you’re my everything and more.”

there you saw haechan go. slipping through your fingers, just when you thought you had wrapped him around your finger just like what you are for him.

and you might just have another excuse to continue distancing yourself from the things he made you feel special and needed, and everything and more. no more trouble because the answer was plain and simple all along:

it’s because i love you, haechan lee.

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[cleoluvrr]

Call Me (Rafe Cameron x Reader) I

SYNOPSIS: call someone else if you want that.

WARNINGS: mature content; secret relationship, verbal abuse, jealousy, general violence, manipulative behavior, explicit language, substance abuse & addiction, obsession, depiction of explicit sexual acts

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rafe always had a meanness to him, one that you’d never been oblivious to, though never really on the receiving end of it at first. the two of you would have petty banter, little arguments that would eventually reveal the underlying tension between you, but it was nothing more than that.

with others, however, you’d seen him be cruel–beyond cruel. your middle sister, just a couple years your junior, was friends with kiara carrera and those other boys she hangs out with by association. you’d heard the stories of his behavior, and while it may make you a terrible person, you really didn’t care. his business with them wasn’t yours, and you weren’t close enough to rafe to confront him about it. she’s never said he’s done anything to her directly, so what could you really do about it? it’s not like she knew you two even talked in the first place, so it was out of your hands.

maybe it was because of his strained relationship with his father, or the lack of relationship with his mother. it could be just how he is naturally; you wouldn’t be surprised.

however, you began to become a victim of his malice yourself at some point last year. you two weren’t particularly nice to each other, but there was something different this time. it used to be playful, but this time it was purposeful; at least it was on his end.

sure, rafe isn’t the most rational person in the world, but the amount of anger and frustration he was taking out on the girl he was secretly fucking was completely out of proportion. 

you asked him more times than i can remember; begging him to tell you what was wrong. even when you should have been mad at him for treating you like some bitch off the street, you simply couldn’t ignore the feeling of something being wrong with him. maybe you caught feelings for him and that’s why you cared so much, even when you shouldn’t have.

it was around the time you sister started staying out later, riding around town with her friends and stirring up trouble like she had no home-training. you were positive rafe had something to do with it, but never said anything about it. it wasn’t like he was answering your calls at the time anyway.

eventually, you just stopped talking. maybe it was inevitable, a natural occurrence from lack of mutual communication.

so when you saw him just a few dozen yards away for the first time in months, you weren’t sure how to feel.

you watch as he takes each drink to the head, shot after shot from across the room. his blonde hair that would have once been blocking his vision was now cropped short and barely visible from where you stood. the people around him encouraged the behavior, cheering him on every time he slammed the bottom of a shot glass back on the table.

he looked deceptively sober, but his body language was all the evidence you needed to know he had more than a bump of the cocaine some girl brought to the party. his alcohol tolerance was way stronger than everyone around him, the sloppiness of his friends completely opposite of his nonchalant demeanor.

that was one of many differences between the two of you. he liked to drink, get high, and do things that were far past the limits of legality that only someone with money and influence like him could get away with. you hated the feeling of losing control, of not being completely aware of what was happening around you, and would even never think of doing a fraction of the things he does.

yet, for some reason that you could never figure out, he piqued your interest. 

maybe it was because he was “bad,” and you were “good.” maybe it was his roughness that attracted you, or the way he did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. rafe’s instability contrasted everything about you; it gave you a rush that you’ve never felt with anyone else.

“what are you looking at?”

you’re pulled out of the one-sided staring contest, the sound of your friend’s voice capturing your attention over the loud music. 

“what?” you said. you leaned down towards the shorter blond, ear in better reach of her voice.

“what are you looking at?” she repeats louder this time. her breath smells of alcohol, the pink whitney sitting in the bottom of her cup the clear cause of her slight swaying.

your eyes flicker back to the boy across the room for a moment, the sight of him leaning down to snort a white substance from the table beneath him making you cringe to yourself. your friend’s eyes follow yours, the green irises further revealed by the widening of her eyes.

“rafe cameron?” she says quite loudly, her voice carrying around the area as other people nearby turn to look at her in annoyance. “why the hell are you staring at rafe cameron?”

“say it louder, why don’t you? i don’t think russia could hear you.” your eyes tear away from him and return them to your scantily clad friend. “jesus christ, misty. you are so drunk.”

“you should try it some time.” she giggles, arm raising her cup in a cheer. you rolled your eyes at her and raised your own drink to your lips, the taste of cool water refreshing on your tongue. 

your experience with alcohol is slim by choice. the idea of not being in total control of yourself makes you more than uncomfortable, and the taste of the beverage did not appeal to you. you knew how to have a good time without the aid of alcohol or drugs.

“i’ll pass…” you say with a breathy chuckle. you pulled out your phone to check the time, the dark of the night beginning to drag on into the earliest hours of the morning. you were sure if you stayed out any longer your parents would send a search group.

the party hadn’t been much fun to me anyways, the celebration of your friend’s recent graduation not doing much to keep me entertained.

your gaze returns to the spot where rafe stood only to be met with nothing, the boy nowhere to be found in your brief sweep of the area. you look around the party from where you stood, head swiveling to find the blonde amongst the gaggle of kooks in the room. he has seemingly vanished into thin air despite being the most noticeable person in the place.

“hey, um…” you trailed off, head turning back to face a drunk misty. “i need to get home. are you ready to go?”

the girl shakes her head, finger pointing behind her to the familiar figure of her boyfriend. he was watching her closely, clearly on edge as his inebriated girlfriend consumed enough liquor to take down a grown man.

“jordan is taking me home with him.” she giggles again, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. you were sure he’d have her tucked into bed within the next two hours, whatever she thought was gonna happen would not be happening if he had anything to say about it.

“okay, girl. i’ll see you soon.” you pulled her into an embrace, the top of her head reaching the bottom of your chin as you lean down to hug her. you weren't sure how she wasn’t falling over yet–there wasn't much body for the alcohol she had befriended for the night to go through. “and lay off the liquor.” your voice was stern as you pulled away.

she throws the rest of the liquid down her throat in response, the bottom of the red solo cup left empty as crushed it beneath her fingers. you couldn’t help but to smile at her before turning away, her boyfriend now fast approaching before she got a chance to find the liquor table again.

stepping out of the party, you pull your phone from the pocket of your skirt to order a car home. it had completely slipped your mind that you rode here with misty and her boyfriend, instantly reminded of the fact that you didn’t own a car nor a license as you approached the front yard. the prices for cars at this time a night were more than you got paid per hour.

your head fell back in frustration, the warm summer breeze blowing against your bare legs as you ground out into the night sky. 

“y/n?”

the sound of your name sends a shiver down your back. you stopped dead in your tracks, as if the cool metal of a gun was being held to the back of your skull. 

your head turns in the direction of the familiar voice, eyes tearing away from the distant constellations in the night sky. lafe’s leaning against the side of his truck, a mixture of keys dangling around his finger.

“rafe.” you respond to him with his own name. “long time, no see.”

your feet carried you towards the blonde resting against the dark colored vehicle behind, eyes locked on the blue of his own. 

you could feel the sharpness of your teeth tearing into your bottom lip, the warm, bubbly feeling you got whenever the two of you were in the same room making a return. rafe’s eyes fell to the way you were ravaging the plump flesh, almost entranced by the sight. 

“how’ve you been?” the taller man pulls his gaze away and returns it to your eyes as he inquires. “heard you graduated, congrats by the way.”

“yeah, thanks.” you reply chipperly. “um…i’ve been alright. not a lot going on, to be honest. you?”

“same, same… he trails off awkwardly, the sounds of the late night filling the air between us. “hey, um, do you–do you need a ride, or anything?”

you shook your head immediately and raised your hand to show him the rideshare app on the screen.

“no, i’m good. i don’t wanna take you out of your way.” you smile politely at him as you speak. “thanks, though.”

rafe shakes his head and opens the passenger’s side door he was previously leaning on just seconds before. 

“it’s no big deal, seriously. you don’t live that far from me, i’m heading in that direction anyway.”

you stare at him wordlessly for a moment, eyes tearing away from him and flickering around the street around you. no one had exited the party after you did, at least not that you had seen. the ground was shaking beneath the two of you as the bass of the music continued strongly through the night.

you hesitantly take a step towards the car door being held open by the tall blonde, not quite sure if it’s smart for you to be around him right now. you lift yourself into the tall truck and plop down into the seat before your eyes set on rafe once again. 

the fist-stized muscle protected by your ribs feels as if it’s trying to tear your chest in half to escape just from the sight of rafe, unsure of how to behave around him anymore. 

shutting the door after seeing you settled inside, he makes his way over to the driver’s side. watching as he buckles himself in and starts the car, the roaring of the engine sent a vibration through the entirety of your being. 

“do you think you should be driving right now?” you spoke up after a minute of silence. his head turns fully to meet your eyes, his pupils large and eyes dark under the minimal lighting of the moon above.

his eyebrows raise at the inquiry before just barely furrowing them in confusion.

“you think i can’t handle my liquor?” he blinks at you in the darkness of the car, eyelids hiding and revealing the blown out pupils that had taken over the ocean blue of his irises. “you never had a problem with it before.”

your mouth opened briefly before snapping back shut, the words that left his own rendering you responseless. 

you and rafe had a long history together, though, if you were to ask anyone else that, they’d be taken by surprise. there had been plenty of times where you’ve let him drive around while he was far from sober, but it had been months since then. it had been months since you two had spoken, and it wasn’t really something you felt comfortable with anymore.

“okay, well it’s been a while and you’ve had a lot to drink tonight.” you eventually found your voice again, pointing out how long it’s been since you’d been in a situation like this one. 

rafe didn’t argue, instead choosing to shrug his shoulders wordlessly. he put the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway smoothly, the truck pulling off into the dimly lit street.

you sat in silence for the entire ride, the awkwardness in the air more on your end than his. the trees blew by on the side of the road, the leaves appearing to be nothing but dark blurs as you observed them from the window. rafe was not sparse with the gas, each sharp, fast turn leaving you more anxious than the last.

you could feel rafe glance towards me every so often, steely eyes burning into the side of your face and leaving behind a warmth in your cheeks that couldn’t be shaken.

it was when he pulled in front of your dark house that he finally broke the silence, leaving a question that you weren’t quite sure how to answer hovering in the cool air of the truck.

“hey, y/n?” 

“yeah?” you didn’t turn to face him, choosing instead to watch the windows of your house for any signs of life.

he sat wordlessly for a few seconds and you could feel his eyes on you once again, much more intensely than the first few times on the road. you were afraid to look back at him, fully aware that you would become lost in them like you did when you first met him.

“why’d you stop calling?” he asked. 

you blinked at the reflection in the window, his question echoing in your head. turning to face him, his eyes locked onto yours. they refused to let go, gaze leaving you trapped under the spell that it casts upon you. 

gulping soundlessly, you wet your mouth with the saliva collecting underneath your tongue as you prepared an answer. it felt as if the words had been stolen from your throat the moment you exchanged looks. 

“why’d you stop answering?” you said after finding your voice.

the feelings repressed began to bubble to the surface the longer you two sat in the enclosed space. you felt breathless, confused, and angry. not only at him, but at yourself as well. 

you let yourself become attached when you shouldn’t have, and because of that you had to suffer repercussions of unrequited feelings. you were angry because he left you hanging for weeks, but you let him. he treated you like shit, but you let him. you were never supposed to catch feelings, but you let yourself. 

that’s why you’re angry.

even with all of that, your heart never failed to beat out of your chest when he was near you. rafe didn’t even need to put his hands on you to leave you breathless. you should hate him, especially with how he treated you, treated your sister and her friends–but you don’t. you can’t.

that’s why you’re confused.

“i was dealing with a lot. i’m sorry.”

“that’s not really an excuse, rafe.” your lips pursed at him before rubbing together, the clear lip gloss coating them acting as a lubricant to prevent friction between them. “you didn’t want to tell me what was wrong when i asked, so you don’t get to use that card.”

rafe puts the car into park before fully turning to you, the furrow of his brow intensifying as he squints. shaking his head slightly, he opens his mouth to speak.

“it didn’t have anything to do with you, though.” he said. “i didn’t wanna drag you into my shit because it was…it was a lot. it was a lot and you didn’t need to be involved.”

“okay, and that’s fine.” your eyes flickered over at the dashboard’s clock to check the time, the number rising with each minute into the night. you turned back to him. “what’s not fine is blowing me off for months and then asking me why i stopped calling. you didn’t care to answer the phone when i did.”

rafes hand rakes over his buzzed head, fingers running through the stubble that replaces the golden locks that once held its place. he pulls his lip in between his pearly white teeth as he nods at you, tongue peeking through as they part to make space for the pink muscle. 

“you’re right.” he doesn’t argue like he usually would, the sudden accountability taking you by surprise. “that was kinda fucked up, wasn’t it? you didn’t deserve that.”

“no, rafe. i didn’t.”

he nods his head again and leans back against the cool, tinted window. his lids are low as he looks across at you, the intensity of his gaze causing your heart to leave bruises on your ribs from how strongly it pounded. you could barely hear anything, blood rushing past your ears and every breath shakier than the last.

stepping out of the car, rafe makes his way over to the passenger side door. you watch curiously as he crosses the front of the car, the street lights shining down on his broad frame. you don’t move when he opens the door, nor when he looks between you and your seatbelt expectantly.

your brows raise at the man briefly before the ‘click’ of the seatbelt fills both your ears, hands removing the snug strap from across your chest. you take the hand that he offers to exit the car, glancing up at your house again before taking it. nobody seemed to be awake but you still didn’t want to risk anyone seeing us this close together.

“nobody’s gonna see, y/n . calm down.” rafe’s voice so close to your ear pulls your attention away from the property and back towards him standing before you. 

you stepped down from the truck with his aide, but he didn’t move even once your feet touch the ground. instead, his hands moved to grasp your waist and pull you closer. the move felt so familiar yet so strange, but you accepted it rather than pushing him away. 

the warmth of his palms against your bare skin was intensified by the jolts of electricity felt whenever we touched. you could tell he felt the way you shivered in response to his fingers just barely gripping the soft flesh beneath them, thumbs smoothing over in a back and forth motion.

“i’m sorry i ghosted you. i was an asshole for that, and you know what? i deserve whatever you feel towards me.” you say nothing, but don’t push him away either. he takes that as a sign to continue. “but i hope you find it in you to forgive me, because i–i miss you.”

you nearly snorted as he uttered the sentence.

“you miss me?” you repeated the words back to him. “you sure know how to show it.”

“yes, i miss you.” rafe’s hold intensifies for a moment before going back to its previous state. “when i saw you at the party tonight, i–i didn’t know how much i missed your face. i missed your smile, your smell. i missed having you close to me and being able to hold you like this…”

the sound of him inhaling strongly shook you, his eyes screwing shut as he took in the combination of your natural scent and the gourmand perfume you wore. his fingers twitched against your skin as he resisted the urge to dig them deep into the flesh like he always used to. his chest rose and fell intensely, all but able to see his blood pumping through his jugular. 

“god, i fucking miss you.”

“rafe…” you called his name softly but sternly to pull him out of his hypnotized state. his eyes open but they’re barely focused. you weren’t sure if his pupils were blown because of the high, or because of you. “i miss you, too.”

the stillness between us remains until you broke it, the voice in the back of your head reminding you of the months spent trying to get over him.

“i miss you, but i can’t do this again.” you sighed heavily. “you fucked me up for months, rafe, and i can’t let that happen again.”

“it won’t happen again. i promise.”

sou shook your head at his words, tongue poking out just enough to taste the vanilla flavor of the gloss coating your lips. 

“no–no, rafe. no promises.” you let your hands fall to rest on top of his, watching as the sudden contact makes him shiver just as much as it used to when he did it to you. “no feelings–i can’t do that again.”

you pushed him away gently and stepped to the side, unsure of if you’d regret the words about to leave your lips next.

“if you wanna fuck, then we can do that.” your bluntness catches him off guard, head jerking back at the directness of the words. you’d never spoken like that before, and it shocked you as well. “but the lovey-dovey shit that we used to do? no more of that.”

“what?” rafe looks at you in disbelief, the vulgar language leaving him stunned. it was a rarity that you cursed–at least around him–, let alone said something so…intense. “what is that supposed to mean? ‘no more lovey-dovey shit?’”

you shrugged and pushed past him fully, feet carrying your body a few yards away before turning back to speak. he looked thoroughly confused and a bit hurt, but not as hurt as he left you when he ghosted you with a million unanswered questions and just as many ignored phone calls.

“it means if you call me in the night-time, i might pick up.” your eyes scanned for his reaction to the words left echoing in your own head for a moment, the heat of his gaze reminding you of the reason you needed to escape into the house behind you to begin with. “just depends on what you’re on.”

rafe was left standing in the dark of the early morning, bewildered and alone. 

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 26

Part 1 Part 25

“We can’t just make Steve wait even longer because some stupid kids–” Eddie yells.

“Keyword kids, Munson,” Chief Hopper shouts back.

“–got themselves in a little bit of trouble!”

“You mean the goddamn Feds staking out their houses? With guns?” Chief Hopper asks. “That’s the ‘little trouble’ you’re talking about?”

“Why is that my proble–”

“Eddie,” Will says. 

Eddie stops pacing the length of the living room to look down at where Will’s curled up on the couch, hunching in as the voices raise. He sighs, ragged and angry, but sits on the couch, flapping his hand dismissively toward Chief Hopper. “Just fucking go,” he says meanly. “You were always going to.”

“Boy,” Wayne says, warningly. 

Eddie groans. “Fine, just hurry, okay?” Eddie’s nails are ragged from chewing on them. He doesn’t look up as his uncle and Chief Hopper leave the house. 

Mom, Jonathan, Barbara, and Nancy are hunched over at the table drinking coffee and analyzing the maps of the areas surrounding  the lab. Will feels like his intestines are tying themselves in knots. Mike could be being held at gunpoint by now with the rest of his friends. 

Steve’s still stuck on the other side, thirsty and hungry and running for his life. And alone. 

Eddie jumps up and starts pacing again, running his hand through his greasy hair. Some of it comes out in a clump when his fingers get caught in a knot. He looks like he’s unraveling. Without Steve, there’s nothing anchoring him here. Will’s afraid he’ll float away.

“You’re not the only one worried, you know,” Nancy says curtly, not even looking up from the map in front of her.

Eddie stops in his tracks. “Excuse me?” he demands.

“Nancy,” Jonatha warns.

“My parents' house is being watched,” she says, using her level voice like a weapon. “Mike is out there, trapped and defenseless.”

“Yeah, but–”

“And I care about Steve, too,” she snaps.

Eddie’s fingers curl into fists at his sides, one of his fingers sticking out strangely, like it can’t quite curl like the rest of them. 

Eddie doesn’t say anything, but he does sit down, teeth grinding hard enough to be audible. 

They go back to waiting in silence. It doesn’t last long. 

The door bursts open, people pouring in. Mike first, standing by a girl with a shaved head that WIll doesn’t recognize, Lucas and Dustin hot on their heels.

It’s Lucaus who spots him first, yelling, “Will!” and colliding with him with enough force to send him sprawling partially on top of Eddie. More arms follow one after another. Dustin, then Will’s, until they’re all piled onto the too-small couch, sending Eddie falling off the side with an oof.

Voices overlap, demanding answers Will’s not sure how to answer, where to start. He feels his breathing hitch.

“Alright, back off kiddies, let him breathe!” Eddie says, pulling bodies away from Will until he’s got a little bubble around himself. 

Dustin still has his palm on Will’s calf, like he can’t help himself, while Lucas and Mike look at Eddie distrustfully. “Who are you?” Mike demands.

“Mike!” Nancy reprimands, making him whirl around. 

“Nancy?” he asks, incredulous, seemingly only now noticing that his sister was in the room.

She rolls her eyes, looking back down to the table. 

Knowing the signs of a Wheeler verbal smackdown when he sees it, Will says, “this is Eddie,” shrinking in on himself a bit when they all turn to him. “He saved my life.”

“Cool,” Dustin breathes, but Lucas’s eyes only narrow further.

“In the Upside Down?” Mike asks.

“That what you all are calling the parallel world?” Eddie asks, swinging his legs out from under his to sit cross cross.

Mike nods, “yeah,” he says. “Where the Demogorgon comes from.”

“Do none of you twerps know what a Demogorgon looks like?” Eddie asks, everyone ignores him.

“So everything is okay now?” Lucas asks. “We can go home?”

Chief Hopper, having made his way inside to loom over them all in the living room with his arms crossed as Wayne closes the door behind them, says, “no way kid. The Feds are swarming your houses.”

“Oh, man,” Lucas says, head in hands. “I’m so grounded.”

“And we’re not leaving Steve,” Eddie says, glaring up at Chief Hopper as Wayne rolls his eyes in the doorway.

“Steve?” Mike demands, whipping his head around to glare at Will. “Nancy’s stupid boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Will nods. “He saved my life too."

Mike glares at him the way he always does right before he folds. He sighs, slumping down like Will had just asked him to do something abhorrent. “Ughhh, fiiiine. We’ll save stupid Steve Harrington.”

“You kids aren’t saving anyone,” Wayne says, shuffling into the kitchen and accepting the cup of coffee Joyce hands him with a smile. “We’ll get him.”

Chief Hopper asks, “any idea where he’ll be in there?” 

“I might know a way we can find out,” Mike says, turning to the unnamed girl where she’s standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, clutching at the hem of her dirty pink dress. “Can you find him?” 

She looks scared to have all the eyes on her, but nods, looking down. “I will find him.”

Part 27

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #my fic #it's 4 a.m. and I'm at the airport. enjoy <3

[totaly-obsessed]

Family away from Home

Barca femení x reader request

-> Ingrid's little sister spends the Summer holidays with her and gets into trouble, leaving the whole team worried

-> Warning: talk of rape, drugs, and stalking - do not take this lightly

-> For this request, I hope you like it!

➳ Masterlist

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Eight weeks of pure free time, a blessing – especially when your sister lives in Spain and you can stay there for free. Ingrid lives in a nice apartment in the middle of Barcelona, together with her girlfriend Maria and two cats. It was a nice surprise when she asked you if you would like to spend the summer with them – of course, you said yes. Who wouldn’t?

Mapi was nice, very nice and while there was a language barrier and situations were hard sometimes, everyone did their best to get around it. You learned Spanish in school, but it was very different from actual Spanish, especially in Barcelona where many people speak Català.

The two footballers had early training sessions but usually, you all had breakfast together, or at least for the last ten days that you had been there. Today, however, you were nowhere to be found, and Ingrid was panicking.

You had gone out last night, which she knew, but you had not returned and now it was eight in the morning. She called and called you, made Maria call you, and even tracked your location, which was still at the club.

No ten minutes later she was pulling you out of the dark environment by your hair. It’s not like she didn’t try pulling you by your arms but your body was much too sweaty and she kept slipping.

The brunette didn’t even talk to you on the way home, just depositing you in the backseat. It was Maria who took care of you at home, guiding you to the shower and pulling out an outfit for you, thankfully with sunglasses.

Half an hour later Mapi pulled into the training grounds, helping you out of the car while Ingrid stormed ahead. As thankful that she was, that you were okay, she was pissed. You had promised her that you would be back at least by three in the morning, you had promised her that you would take care of yourself and be watchful – which you obviously had not been.

At some point during the night, you noticed that everything was a little hazier, and disoriented and you completely forgot where you were.

Your drink had been spiked.

Terrified of seeing Ingrid like this – or rather her seeing you like this, you had decided to stay there, in the hope that she would be gone once you headed home. But when your sister had seen your dilated pupils and wonky behavior, she knew that you were not ‘just’ drunk. She was so pissed that you took drugs, putting that toxic stuff into your body, that she did not even question if you wanted it.

Her angry stomping was interrupted once she ran into Keira, Lucy, and Ona who stood in the hallway chatting. “Jeez, what happened to you?” The heavy Spanish accent teased the Norwegian just enough to give an answer. “My sister happened to me.” Just at that moment, Mapi dragged you around the corner – a cap pulled deep into your face, together with sunglasses effectively hiding it.

The three footballers quickly understood the situation, huge grins on their faces, thinking you were drunk of your ass.

In the changing room, Maria dropped you in your sister’s cubby, who immediately sat down next to the blonde in hers. Upon seeing the taller woman’s facial impression most people just ignored your presence, going about their day as usual but it was Frido who approached you first. “Lille Ingrid!“

You were pulled into a tight hug, the blonde footballer having missed you – effectively ignoring the pained expression on your face. “Hi, Frido.” Kisses were pressed on your cheeks as she pulled off the sunglasses.

Both of you winced. You because of the bright light, Frido because of your wide eyes. “Hva har du gjort? Ingrid is pretty mad.“ You pushed her hands away, pulling the glasses back on, trying to hide once you saw Pina and Patri curiously looking at you. “I didn’t do anything Frido, I promise. But Inni is mad at me.” Your voice was low, just above a whisper that the Swede could understand you. With soft coos and head pats she went back to her own cubby.

The girls started to walk out the door, ready to hit the pitch. This time it was your sister who pulled you up, pushing an isotonic drink into your hands. Maria had been fine with letting you sleep in the changing room but Ingrid decided to punish you – sitting you down next to the field, in the early heat. It was unbearable to sit there – the sun burning down on you, the shrill sounds of the whistle annoying your forming headache.

It was Lucy who was sent off to take a break because of her knee, and Alexia who still struggled with her ACL, who took a seat on both sides of you.

¡Hola, nena! The captain pressed a series of soft kisses on the top of your head, pulling you into her body. While she was even warmer, she shielded your body from the sun – and she was very comforting to your upset head. “How’s your hangover?” Lucy’s teasing voice was quieter than usual, going easy on you. “Hasn’t even formed yet.” The two older women shared a look over the top of your head, knowing that did not mean anything good.

It was silent for a good couple of minutes, with everyone watching Claudia score a screamer – the two women at your side cheering.

Ana joined you after a bit, sinking in front of you effectively barricading your view of the pitch as she pulled the glasses off again. “Ai! Did you take drugs?” Her voice was shockingly loud, alarming everyone in your vicinity but especially Lucy and Alexia, as their heads snapped to you.

The Spaniard grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks as she observed your eyes – the Brit copying her shortly after. “Do you know how dangerous drugs are? You are ruining your body!” Alexia was rambling in Spanish and Ana just looked disappointed. Her blue eyes were drilling into your soul, there was something wrong and she knew it. She just didn’t know what it was.

The whole situation was uncomfortable – three women who you respected a lot talking about you, talking at you, about how bad what you did was. “I didn’t take them.”

Silence.

It was finally silent, giving your buzzing head a short break.

The other girls were still on the pitch, blissfully unaware, but you could see Ingrid and Mapi eyeing your little circle. “What do you mean you didn’t take them?” Lucy was the first to find her words, but it was Ana’s pleading eyes that made you spit it out. “Someone put something in my drink. I didn’t take anything. I promise.” Alexia’s eyes teared up, hoping that she misunderstood. But upon repeating yourself the blonde understood that she heard you correctly.

You pleaded with them that they would not tell your sister or her girlfriend, and they agreed – under the condition that you would join them at team night that evening – which you agreed to.

The rest of the day was hard. Ingrid ignored you for most of it. While her teammates had begged you to let them tell her, you refused. You didn’t want your sister to worry even more than she already did. Her heavily tattooed girlfriend however made you food, something to drink and brought you to bed – in the hope that you would feel better when you woke up, or at least be sober.

Your head still hurts after waking up, a hangover having taken the place of your previous drunken state. After some food, an Advil, and a nice long shower you felt much better – dressed to impress and ready to go.

The team bonding for the night was cooking together at Alexia’s place, seeing as her kitchen was the biggest. Upon arriving Ingrid sat you down on the couch where you were quickly joined by Claudia, Patri, Jana, and Bruna, the younger ones on the team. They didn’t even question why you were at their training in the morning, just happy that you were with them again as they had last seen you for a spring vacation in Greece. It didn’t take long until you were filled in on all the newest gossip;

Jana’s girlfriend Jill is a very good partner

The girl Patri got with a couple of weeks ago became clingy, she panicked and told her she was married, which she wasn’t and a quick Google search proved that

Bruna’s brother had gotten a girl pregnant, so now they were getting married with the young brunette as a bridesmaid

Alexia and her girlfriend had broken up and it was messy

And apparently, not even Lucy, Keira, and Ona knew what was happening with them.

It was Sandra who called them over to help prepare the food but you and Claudia were sent away again, not trusted with the sharp knives, so you took your previous places on the couch. “How long are you staying with Ingrid?” The two of you fell into a comfortable chatter, the short brunette taking up her favorite place with her head in your lap as you braided her hair.

The kitchen was noisy as they made food, just a few people were scattered throughout the room. A phone started ringing - yours. The number in the display was unknown to you, so you pressed the red button.

Just a few seconds later it started to ring again – declined again.

After that Pina and you talked for a bit, your eyes falling to the phone from time to time until it rang again. Annoyed you answered with a pissed “Hello?” The silence on the other line was disturbing until you heard a creepy chuckle. “Hello?” Claudia watched the interaction as your brows furrowed, and so did the brunettes. “Don’t you remember me?”

Your heart started to beat incredibly fast and loud. Sure, you hadn’t actually fallen asleep from the drug that spiked your drink but there was still severe memory loss from the night. “I thought you liked my drink. I made it just for you.” His voice was just a whisper that reached your brain in a very uncomfortable place. “Who is this?” The chuckle was back and instead of an answer, your phone dinged – a message from the same unknown number that was talking to you.

The Spaniard on your lap watched as you took the phone away from your ear, opening the message. It was a picture of you. And it was taken at the bar from last night.

In it, you were sitting on a guy's lap but your pupils were blown large, a stare that didn’t reach anybody facing the camera, as his ankles crossed yours keeping you in place, as did the hands whose knuckles turned white as they were holding onto your wrists. “Don’t you like this picture? You were so happy when we took it.”

By now the other youngsters were back, leaning over the couch, watching you. Once Bruna understood what was happening, she ran off, just to return with the rest of the team – forget cooking.

Ingrid practically sprinted at you as she took the phone, throwing it to her girlfriend who took a screenshot of the number and yelled down the line. Your sister took your shaking form in her arms as Alexia went to help Mapi with whatever she was doing.

Once you had calmed down a silence filled the room, a silence that was waiting for you to explain. “I didn’t take any drugs last night, my drink was spiked. And apparently, some things happened that I don’t remember. I- I don’t know how he got my number, and I don’t remember doing anything with him. And, and-“

You were crying, burying your face in Ingrid's thick hair, trying to hide from the world. Frido and Caro tried to calm down your sister who was also crying while Lucy pulled you into her own arms.

The whole team was there for you – and now they knew that you hadn’t voluntarily taken drugs. They also knew what a blackout could mean, especially when the guy had your number and pictures like that.

It was Ale, the trusted captain who voiced the next step. “Let’s get you to a hospital, Nena. Get a rape kit done.” Tears were streaming down your face as Claudia and Patri tried to hand you tissue after tissue. “I’m scared.” Ingrid, who felt so incredibly guilty for treating you the way that she did, not even questioning you if you really had taken drugs, took you in her arms. “I know, baby – but you have us, you’ll never be alone again.”

And she was right, you were not alone.

Ingrid, Fridolina, and Ana accompanied you to the hospital, where you got tested. It was positive, but you were not pregnant or had syphilis but you had definitely been taken advantage of. The good news? There was a DNA sample that you could take to the police, along with the picture of you and the guy, the number you were called from, and a drug test positive for Rohypnol.

Maria, Lucy, and Alexia went into the station with you and held you as you cried when retelling what happened, but the rest of the team was waiting outside – hoping that they could find the guy who did this.

Turns out that they could.

Two weeks later you had gotten the notification that they had caught him with Rohypnol on his body and pictures of you on his phone – it was over.

The whole team of Barcelona Femení took you under their wings you spent training with them, went out on team nights with them, and went on little hangouts with some of them.

You had found a second family – away from home.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso imagines #alexia putellas x reader #mapi leon x reader #mapi león x reader #barca femeni x reader #barca femeni #lucy bronze x reader #keira walsh x reader #ingrid engen x reader #fridolina rolfö x reader #claudia pina x reader #pina x reader

[theemissuniverse]

“YOU ARE MY SOUL” LIU KANG X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You find out Liu Kang loved Kitana in another timeline and you’re angry. In the previous timeline, you were in love with Liu Kang and heartbroken over this. Also you’re one of Earthrealm’s champions

WARNINGS : MINORS DONT INTERACT. angsty but happy endings for everyone! oral f receiving, praise kink, p in v, edging, some other stuff I probably forgot

You were beyond mad. How could he keep this from you? How could he pretend that all was well in the universe?

Liu Kang had now finally revealed about him creating this timeline. He also thought it was time to tell you about the last one. That he was actually in love with someone else. A goddamn princess specifically.

As if you weren’t already insecure enough about the relationship. Your boyfriend was a goddamn Fire God. You couldn’t compete with that. Now you couldn’t compete with an Outworld princess.

You walked through your house, completely trying to ignore Liu Kang but Liu Kang kept following you. “My love, my past life means nothing as of now.”

You scoffed. You go into the kitchen and grabbed some things out so you could get started on dinner. “Give me a break. You were in love with goddamn Princess Kitana.”

Liu Kang watched as you angrily grabbed food out to make dinner. Nothing made him feel more guilty than this. He didn’t regret telling you. You had a right to know. He just hated how the whole situation turned out. “Everything was different in the last timeline.”

“Yeah, I bet everything was different. Hey, here’s a question-if you and Kitana were out having the time of your lives, where the fuck was I?”

If Liu Kang could throw up, he would. He didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to feel bad about yourself. You again, still had your right to know. “You were in love with me…and you died for me.”

Your eyes went wide eyed at the reveal. You threw down the food that was in your hands on the kitchen counter. “Let me get this straight-you get to bone a literal princess while I get to be obsessed with you to the point of my death? Great.”

You went to the sink and started to wash your hands. You couldn’t feel anymore humiliated. Like you were a joke. Did he only date you because he felt sorry for you? “Are you only with me because you couldn’t get Kitana in this timeline?”

Liu Kang immediately shook his head. “Not at all, my love.” He came up behind you and gently rubbed on your neck to release some tension. “I did not plan for you to fall in love with me this time and I also did not plan for myself to fall in love with you. But I did. You are truly amazing, (Y/N). I wouldn’t have anyone but you. I’m sorry for making you feel this way.”

You were even more mad now because your anger was dying. Not only because of his words but how his hands worked your body. “Don’t do that. Don’t talk all sweet to me and rub up on my body. It’s not gonna work this time.” You said, drying your hands with the rag that was next to you.

Liu Kang’s hands went to your hips and he started to kiss your neck. “You are the only one I desire, (Y/N). The only one that I love. Please, let me show you how much I love you.”

Liu Kang brought you back into him. His hand easily slipped in your sweatpants and into your underwear. He found his way to your clit and started to rub it in circles.

You moaned. Liu Kang continued to kiss and suck on your neck. It was like all your anger for him was gone and you hated it. You hated how he made you feel.

“Oh my god…This is not going to get you out of trouble.” Your sentence was cut off when you felt Liu Kang pick you up.

He took you all the way to the bedroom and gently placed you down on the bed. Liu Kang kissed your lips sweetly before going back to your neck and sucking on it. You moaned louder. “Liu…”

Liu Kang pulled away and took your sweatpants off. Then went with your underwear. He bent down and spread your legs only to then start to eat you out.

“Oh fuck. Liu Kang.” Your hands went immediately on his head and you tugged on his hair.

Liu Kang’s hands were wrapped around your thighs. He tasted you like it was his favorite meal in the world. His tongue danced on your clit several times before licking up all your juices.

He started to suck on your clit. You tugged on his hair even harder. “Oh my…” Liu Kang was the only one that could get you to feel like this and you hated it.

Liu Kang rubbed on your thighs. Your whole body to him was a work of art. All he wanted was you. All he loved was you.

He slurped all your juices and pulled away from your delicious pussy. Liu Kang licked his fingers slightly and stuck them inside of you, going in and out.

You threw your head back. Liu Kang allowed you to grip on his bicep as he used his incredible God-like powers on you. The sex was always more overwhelming and pleasurable because he was a God.

Liu Kang watched you as you fucked yourself on his fingers and he admitted it was one of the most beautiful things in the world to him.

“Liu Kang. I need you. Please.”

Liu Kang didn’t stop fingering you. “What do you want, love?”

“Fill me up, please.”

Liu Kang stopped. He started to take off his pants and underwear. Once his bottom half was completely naked, he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around him. “Are you ready, darling?” He saw you nod and then entered you.

Liu Kang stretched you out so well. You moaned as he entered you. He gave you one passionate but sloppy kiss on the lips before starting to move in you.

He loved making love to you. For him, it was one of the best things in the world. He loved to make you feel good. He loved that you would fall apart underneath him. He loved that you were his. He didn’t plan to give you up anytime soon.

“Faster. Please.”

Liu Kang listened to you and started to fuck you faster and a bit harder to your liking. He continued to have your legs wrapped around him as he made love to you. “My goddess, you look absolutely stunning like this.” Liu Kang lifted your shirt and rubbed all over your stomach. “I could not give you up if I tried. You are mine and I am yours.”

Him speaking so beautifully to you always turned you on even more. You whimpered at his words. Liu Kang felt your pussy clench around his dick and he grunted a little.

Liu Kang never really showed reactions during sex as he was a God, had control of himself, and has been alive since the dawn of time. He knew you hated that he would show no reaction and was trying to change that.

Liu let out his moans. You did feel good around him despite his God nature trying to hide it. To be honest, he already felt like he had to cum. He was lucky that he was a God and he could hold it for however long he needed to until you came.

“Oh my god. You make me feel so good. Please don’t ever stop.”

Liu Kang listened to you. It was like heaven to his ears. His hand was still on your stomach. He gave you light rubs as he fucked you. “You’re the only woman that can make me feel like this. You’re the only woman I desire to make feel good.” His pace sped up and he was hitting your good spot. “I am yours.”

Your mouth turned into an ‘O’ shape as he hit your good spot. You couldn’t even put it into words. You just flung your head back and closed your eyes.

Liu Kang continued to mercilessly hit your spot. “Say it. I’m yours.”

You knew if you didn’t, Liu Kang wouldn’t let up. “You’re mine. You’re all mine. Fuck, Liu Kang.”

God, you looked too good like this. Liu Kang slowed up the pace a little so he wasn’t constantly hitting your good spot. “You’re too good for me, my love. I don’t deserve you.” Liu Kang felt your pussy clench again and he grunted. He tried to slow up but he couldn’t resist you anymore. He started to pound into you harder.

“Oh, fuck. Liu Kang. Yes, yes, yes.” You loved when Liu Kang lost control inside of you. “Fuck this pussy. It’s yours all yours.”

Liu Kang felt like he could cum any second and was once again glad of his god-like ability. “Mine.” He gripped onto your thighs. “All mine.” He continued to fuck you hard and fast. “Nobody can have you but me.”

Liu Kang being possessive was the hottest thing in the world to you. You tugged on Liu Kang’s shirt, indicating for him to bend down and kiss you. Liu Kang understood and bent down to kiss you.

The two of you moaned as he went relentlessly in you. He didn’t even break a sweat at how fast he was going.

“I’m so close.” You said in the kiss.

Liu Kang was glad you were but he was going to do something he had never done: deny you to cum. “Hold it.”

Your eyes widen a little at this. “Liu, I can’t hold it.”

“Yes you can.” Liu Kang placed another soft kiss on your lips before focusing back on his pace. “I love you more than anyone and anything. Do you believe me?”

Your fingernails dug into Liu Kang’s back. “Yes, baby. I believe you. Please.”

Liu Kang did not let up on his pace. “Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours. Fuck, Liu Kang. I’m all yours. Please. It feels too good.”

Liu Kang brushed away the tears that were welling up in your eyes. “Remember that the next time you question my love for you. Now cum.”

When Liu Kang felt you cum on him, he released into you. He continued going until you both were done.

Liu Kang pulled out of you. He gave you sweet butterfly kisses on your face, making you giggle. “I’ll start a bath for you.”

He tried to get up but you made him stay on top of you. “Not yet. Just hold me.”

Liu Kang kissed your cheek. “As you wish, my love.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and held your hand. “You are my everything. My soul. Do not forget that.”

You smiled at him. “I won’t.”

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