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nouvellevqgue · 4 months

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IS IT TOO LATE NOW?

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: the slip up and the gossip was a problem enough, but what if the situation is more complicated than you imagine it would be? or is it?

warning: slight hate comments from internet, paparazzi, break ups, complicated storyline, timeline inaccuracies, not even me understand about what is happening here.

a/n: this ended up going a bit too short with too little drama, but anyway, i hope you all enjoyed it!

taglist: @ushygushybaby @iamahallucinationnn @1655clean

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popcrave singer y/n l/n is reportedly breaking up with actor louis partridge after a year of relationship. the sun reported that they were breaking up peacefully and still remain friends even after their lost of love relationship.

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username or full of gossips of annoying f1 fans

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username remain friends meaning that she would write the most heartbreaking songs for him

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f1wagsupdate charles leclerc and his girlfriend, is reportedly confirming their break-up in their recent photo taken around in his apartment in monaco today. according to the fans who saw them, they were taking a walk together towards the building before charles is accompany her to her place, which leading to the news of their break up.

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enews 🎺🎺🎺 LOVE IS IN THE AIR!!

singer y/n l/n is seen ‘so deeply in-love’ with her new boyfriend as they were kissing in the middle of the busy night street in italy. this also lead to their confirmation of the relationship between y/n and charles.

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INTERVIEW WITH EMMA CHAMBERLAIN

#✶!#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x y/n #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #is this too long?#...or even too short for the ongoing drama

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thewailingbells · 3 months

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Hello~~

I discovered your profile not long ago (literally yesterday) and I loved your writing. You made me more in love with Thomas Hewitt than I already am!!!

Could we have a fic where Thomas and S/O are already lovers but for some reason S/O has to leave or travel to another city for a few months and this leaves Thomas completely devastated and stressed. Even Luda Mae and Hoyt notice the change in his behavior while s/o is away and when s/o finally returns home,she has to find some way to de-stress Thomas who is dying of missing her. 😞 (No need to write NSFW if you feel uncomfortable!!!!)

(English isn't my first language so I literally translated this whole thing on google... lmao.)

Always Forever

AN: AFAB Reader. This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, nudity, fingering, rough sex, piv, creampie, general nsfw things.

“Thomas, you know I have to go.”

Your boyfriend was standing behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and his head buried into your shoulder. Your words only made him squeeze you tighter.

“Tommy, I need to go see my family. They miss me, and I promised I would visit them for the week! I wanted you to come with me; you know that, but Hoyt said no.

He sighed, knowing you were right. His uncle needed him to stay home and take care of the house. God knows what would happen if Tommy wasn’t around.

Since you started dating him, there hasn’t been a day when you two were apart. Thomas didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to. He spent the rest of your time together, following you around as you packed your bags. Noon came quicker than you expected, signaling it was time for you to go.

You said your goodbyes to Luda, Hoyt, and Charlie as you walked out the door. Tommy was already outside, having carried your bags to the car. Once all of your luggage was neatly packed up, you smiled at him. You pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him. “I love you. I promise I’ll be back.”

You got inside your car and smiled at him. With that, you drove off. Tommy waited until your car was nowhere in sight to go back into the house.

“Tommy,” Hoyt said, “How’s it feel now that your bitch is gone?”

Thomas ignored his words and stomped down into the basement. He could hear the sound of bickering between Hoyt and Luda Mae, most likely due to Hoyt’s crass language.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been in the basement. He just kept chopping and chopping and chopping the animal meat laid in front of him. He had been cutting meat for years now, to the point where he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Tommy! Tommy! Get up here now,” Luda Mae shouted. His mother’s voice awoke him from his thoughts. He walked up the stairs. Luda Mae looked at her boy with sad eyes. “Tommy. You’ve been in the basement for six hours. It’s time to stop now, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you some food and water.”

The next few days, Thomas would go to work at the crack of dawn and come home hours after the sun had set. When he came home, he would wait by the door for a few moments. He thought that maybe you would have come back early, but you didn’t.

The week had gone by. You had promised him you would be back home on Monday by one o’clock in the afternoon. Thomas believed you. Why wouldn’t he? However, it became harder and harder to believe you as the hours on the clock ticked by. Tommy sat by the front door. Watching. Waiting.

Hoyt sighed and came up behind Tommy. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, I don’t know how to tell ya this, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Thomas’s eyes grew wide. He shook his head. You were coming back. He knew it.

“Thomas, it’s six o’clock. She said she'd be home by one. I don’t see her anywhere. Do you?”

Tommy placed his head in his hands. He wished Hoyt wouldn’t say things like that. Things that were not true. But then again, Tommy had never been the brightest. Maybe you never loved him. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for you to escape from him. When Thomas was about to spiral into distress, he heard a car door slamming.

Thomas jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He opened it with such force that it nearly flew off the hinges. That’s when he saw it—your car in the driveway. He ran towards it.

You quickly stepped out of your car, beautiful as ever. You smiled when you saw him. “Tommy! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was-” Your sentence was cut off when Thomas picked you up off the ground and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced. You tried to wiggle out, worrying his grip was too tight, but you gave into the hug and snuggled against him. You knew he needed this.

Eventually, he put you down on the ground. “Tommy, I told you I would be back. I’d never leave you. I love you so much. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

He didn’t say anything. He leaned down and kissed you. It was rough and passionate. Before it escalated, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you inside.

Hoyt smiled at the sight of you. “Well, would you look at that? She came back! Luda was right,” he muttered to himself.

Thomas brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and quickly pinned you down. Your faces were inches away from each other. The room was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting.

Tommy gently cupped your breast. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want to me, Tommy.”

He immediately got to work, his movements faster than usual. Normally, he would take his time with you. Not today, though.

He roughly grabbed the waist of your pants and yanked them down. You let out a squeak in surprise. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his large hands, keeping them suspended above your head. He balled your t-shirt up in one of his fists before forcefully tugging it up. He released his grip, allowing you to slide it off.

Tommy let out a desperate whine at the sight of your body. You were dressed in white lace lingerie. It was nothing much; it was very simplistic, looking like it could pass for a normal pair of undergarments. Despite that, Tommy nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

He leaned down and nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He aligned his clothed cock with your clothed pussy. He began to desperately hump you. Tommy felt shameful; you could tell by the way he hid his face. Never in his life had he been this desperate for anything. He wanted, no, he needed to be close to you in any way. He had to show you how much he loved you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips. “Tommy, Tommy, calm down. I can take care of you.” You began to sit up. He pushed the middle of your chest, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You sighed, knowing he wanted to do everything himself today.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy. He ran his thick fingers up against your lips to feel your wetness. He roughly put one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. He would usually give you time to adjust to it, but not today. Today, he immediately shoved his second finger inside your hole as well. Your back arched as he roughly finger-fucked you harder than ever before. Tommy then put his thumb on your clit, gently circling it.

Once he felt your walls begin to stretch for him, he removed his fingers. You whined in annoyance. Thomas unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and dripping with precum. He aligned himself with your hole and then fully bottomed out in one swift movement.

You mewled in pleasure. “Tommy! Fuck, Tommy~”

He immediately began to roughly pound into you. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him crazy. Your moans got louder and louder, not caring who heard them.

He reached down to toy with your clit, bringing you so close to the edge. You grabbed the blankets on the bed.

Tommy was so close. He needed to come so badly. You looked at him with lustful eyes. “I love you~ cum for me. Cum for me, Tommy.”

With one particular rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. He let out a deep moan as his seed began to fill you up. Thomas nearly collapsed on top of you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him, his cock still deep inside you. Your entire body was pressed tightly against him. He wrapped his hands around your smaller frame to keep you in place.

Once you had calmed down, you sighed contently. You reached up and pushed some of his hair out of his face. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher x reader #leatherface x reader #leatherface #slashers x reader

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konigsblog · 6 months

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was scrolling through your blog and noticed a post where you said kruger would use your fears against you and now i have a funny idea

i'm deathly afraid of horseshoe crabs. fucking terrified. i hate them so much but the idea of him just tying me up and forcing me to look at google images of them is fucking sending me

i wish i didn't look that up 😞

but, kidnapper!krueger will 100% use your fears against you to get you listening, or to have you obedient and respectful.

he won't hesitate to sit you in his lap, gag you and bound your wrists together with rope. he forces you to keep your eyes open, otherwise he'll take it a step further and try buying something to get you listening

scared of spiders? he won't get rid of any house spiders, and might just go buy one to have it crawl all over you before crunching it with his boot.

scared of the dark? he'll lock you in the basement without a light, without anything. he might just go out of his way to sneak downstairs and jumpscare you until you're crying, apologising and telling him you'll be good !!

scared of horseshoe crabs? he'll go buy one and force you to be in the same room. maybe then you'll think twice about running off.

kidnapper!könig will scold krueger and hold you in his arms, letting you sob into chest while rubbing your back and glaring at krueger for being so, so cruel...

#orla speaks #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere #cod krueger #krueger x reader #sebastian krueger #krueger call of duty #krueger cod #krueger x you #sebastian krueger x reader #krueger x male reader #krueger x female reader

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doriandrifting · 8 months

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S5 at the Wheeler’s house be like:

*Will, in the basement, creating angsty art while on his third listen of a sad boy mixtape*

*everyone else in the house also on their third listen*

Mike, in kitchen, thinking out loud: Wow, I guess he really liked that girl in Lenora. 😞

Jonathan, who regrets the day he ever showed his brother The Cure and just wanted to get a drink in peace for once:

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #jonathan byers #byler scenarios

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diorsluv · 3 months

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feather , part 22

“ with you out my life ”

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next chapter notes ) like i said in my other post i’ve been so tied up in school it’s been hard to get these chapters out WITH GOOD QUALITY nonetheless i hope it was still enjoyable albeit late 😭 also i forgot to mention but u mightve noticed the song lyric at the beginning of the chapter is NOT in order (yes it annoys me) but i didnt wanna repeat lyrics so that’s just how i’m gonna put them in for the rest of the song: if the lyric has been repeated then i’ll skip it til i get to the next new one 🙏🙏

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr @blueeyedbesson @43hughes @v1olentdelights @dancerbailey3 @random-human02 @ho3forfakeguys

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #ethan edwards #dylan duke #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #adam fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #luca fantilli

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ofallthingsnasty · 3 months

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Just had a thought of Crocodile giving his sad basement wife a little purse dog so she’ll stop being so sullen looking. Like it’s a little chihuahua or pomeranian in a fancy purse and it’s SO feral and is visually a stark contrast to the always sobbing basement wife

Basement wife: 😞🥺😭😥

Her purse dog: 🤬👿😤😬

And maybe the dog HATES crocodile and is constantly growling at him. Crocodile wants to get rid of the little shit but basement wife got attached to it so if he gets rid of it she’ll cry a whole lot more 🙄

(I like to imagine that every animal is very fond of basement wife. She’ll be surrounded by a bunch of fluffy and dangerous creatures but still look so sad. Like Snow White but depressed)

hsdjfhdsjk oh my god so that's the context for the chapter 860 pug ... "Ugh, got to keep the pooch dry or the missus is going to be sulky for three days straight... Who cares about me anyway??"

I don't even know where to start with this, this is so fucking funny to me, oh my god. You just know he regrets getting you a little dog the moment you turn to him and ask (in your best inside voice, no less): "But won't she have to go outside... You know, for... walks?" He should have picked a cat, really.

You're not going anywhere, obviously - so walkies are his responsibility. He'll probably try to pawn the little thing off to one of the employees of Rain Dinners. That lasts a couple of days until you comment on the way the tiny angel shakes like a leaf whenever she's back in your arms and it dawns on him that he might have to really step up. (He'd probably shove her into the arms of some sniveling brat if you weren't already so ridiculously in love with her. He brought this upon himself and learns a valuable lesson that day... Especially after even Miss All Sunday can't hold back a laugh at seeing her boss with a fucking pug of all things on his arm.) There is just one glaring issue here: She's not a daddy's girl. At all. The sounds she makes whenever he dares to touch her are so alien and so utterly angry that one might think he killed her family in another life. Her neckless little head flails around to maim, kill, bite whenever he wrestles her into his grip. He swears she'll die of either hypertension or an aneurysm and soon if he doesn't put her down in a timely manner. To him, she's nothing but trouble, an annoying little pest with stubby teeth and bug eyes - but to see you coming out of your shell makes all of this (almost) worth it. (He'll still try to make you forget about her after the Summit War - but no dice. You love that little pug to death.)

#this is so silly i can't lmaoo #and i thought making ball and chain jokes with crocodile and a basement wife was goofy... i love this lmao #but tbh i'd be spoiled and ask for a cat after being presented with a dog. only to get neither 🤧#well. it would be worth the try i guess #ask #anon #tw.yandere #/crocodile #/one piece

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boyinatown · 10 months

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JONGOO KIM NSFW HEADCANNONS 💗

@goosimp will you let me out of the basement now…? :((

He’s so hot though, like why isn’t he appearing 😭😭 GIVE ME BACK MY BABY GIRL

He’d cry and whimper as your riding his dick, while you bounce up and down pushing him against the mattress he begs for more, his glasses falling of the bridge of his nose pushing it back up. His hands on your hips trying to match your bouncing by thrusting up , his head falling back and his blonde locks sticking to his face while his face is a flush red. his eyes squeeze shut when you tighten on him and his lips quiver before they form into a pout while he lets out a low whimper.

“More , more , more. I want more I need - ah’ more..oh fuck fuck..!”

“Give it to me baby, give it to me hard.”

“Feels so good, please please don’t stop..!”

I headcannon he eats pussy Like it’s his last meal, this man is pussy starved. He’d just be between your legs in the middle of the night while your sound asleep.

And his boner won’t go away it’s painful he tries so fall asleep but his desires drive him crazy as he gives up. Pulling down his grey sweatpants freeing his cock. Yes he sleeps without underwear. Calls it “ easy acces”.

He gives you sloppy kisses before shoving his hardened cock between your thighs slowly rubbing against them to ease his boner.

You can feel his dick graze against your clit from time to time making you push back against him moaning even in your sleep. And he can’t hold back.

He goes down on you lazily licking stripes against your clit and prodding his fingers against your hole. Kissing your thighs while fingering you. He’s skilled alright he has those long fingers that hit deep. You’ll start seeing stars even while your asleep.

After a while he pulls his fingers out while your shaking beneath him, kissing your forehead then plunging his self into your tight hole. Hissing when your gripping his cock way to hard. Slowly you start sucking him in curling your toes when you adjust.

He starts moving softly and leaves you spilling angelic moans and he snaps when he hears you say his name.

“Aw my baby dreaming about me? Wake up I’m right here, come on I’ll make you feel good ‘promise.”

When you finally wake up he just gives you a little smile and you know he’s gonna make you wobble.

But when your sweet voice asks what he’s doing he just chuckles. His small fangs are visible and when you notice them you can’t help but throb and he felt it. He’ll keep teasing you about it but for now he’s gonna focus on you. Just you.

And he does that, he does that so good. Your crying and whining about him being to big and losing your mind. Your arm on top of your eyes shielding your tears from him and pathetic face.

Yet when he thrusts so deep into you , hands flying to his arms and digging he notices your eyes going back while you bite your lower lip. A few more aggresive thrusts and you cum on him. Soaking the bed beneath you. he pulls out covering you in his own juices right on your thighs. He gives you a bear Hug and your body disappears in his arms.

You wonder why he went silent when you realize your energetic loud boyfriend fell asleep and you see his blonde locks sticking to his face and his drool dripping down his mouth.

Can’t help but smiling at him you kiss his nose. And tug the blanket over you both. (After you cleaned yourself and him up) both sleeping safe and sound.

But whatever I might be crazy 🤞🏽

And this is an apology for my lovely partner @goosimp 😞💗 I’m sorry babe for taking so long 😭😭 AND IM SORRY 4 CHANGING PFP 😞😞

#kim jongoo #goo lookism #goo lookism smut #lookism smut goo #skull 🎸#lookism fanfic

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swxxtsxcchxrine · 1 year

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Psycho (raw)

+synopsis; the thunder interrupting the deafening silence of the night, the lightening disrupting the stillness of the sky and a sadistic murderer disturbing the peace of his next victim, waiting with anticipation in the dark…

+warnings; kidnapping, hints of violence and murder, unprotected penetration, oral (fem receiving), bondage, breeding, overstimulation, crude language, impact play, degrading, both reader and shidou have a nasty mouth, dacryphillia, doggy style, recording, engaged!reader, gore, spit play, reader is a cock hungry whore, reader has toes and nails done, hints of jealousy, possessive!Shidou, cheating, hint of mask kink

+pairings; ghostface!Shidou x fem!black reader

+a/n; the end is rushed as per usual 😞 but uhm i wrote this bc i was bored but yk enjoy guys🤭

The rain pounded hard against the window panes of your shared manor. You let out a rough sigh before it was interrupted by a deafening ring that resounded around the walls. The house phone rang about 3 times before it came to a sudden halt. You furrowed your brow in confusion. ‘Who would be calling me at such wicked hours of the night?’

The flip flopping of your house slippers echoed around the home. Where your house phone was situated, the area was shrouded in an empty shadow of darkness and it seemed to be growing larger, feeding on the negativity suffocating the atmosphere. You squealed at the lightning and you could’ve sworn you saw a figure standing in front of you.

Your fears were confirmed as a low chuckle from the other side of the room hit your ears. A sharp thud bounced against the walls before you fell into an abyss of darkness.

You awoke, tied up with thick rope, in what seemed to be a basement? You groaned in pain, the dull thudding in your head spread all the way to the tip of your toes. “You’re awake…Good,” the ghost-faced stranger remarked. Your mind was too distorted to make a snarky reply back. “Awe you poor thing…look at you,” he cooed, squishing your cheeks together, lolling your tongue out, with his cold hands. Panic alarmed throughout your body. ‘Ghost face? What the hell is ghost face doing here?’

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” his voice sultry and low.

“Fuck you. And your-,” an intense ring stung on your cheek as the side he landed his hand on was hot and burning. You winced. “Who the fuck you think you’re talking to? Me? Filthy fuckin’ mouth you have on you,” he spat at your reeling figure.

A small tear rolled down your cheek as a response from the pain you were feeling. “You think your little boyfriend will realise you’re gone?” he asked behind the mask. Your wrist was sore and blistered, and your ankles were swollen from struggling against the ropes' harsh binds. Your eyes widened, “Please…don’t kill me, please, I’ll do anything,” you pleaded through gritted teeth.

“Kill you? I LOVE YOU!” his maniacal laugh bled into your ears and the constant thunder didn’t help either. ‘Who the fuck was this man and what does he want with me?’ you questioned, getting frustrated with the situation you so stupidly got yourself into. Those words kept repeating into your head until his words brought you back to your harsh reality. “Y’know, you’re too pretty for him. I will treat you so much better,” he cooed with triumph.

It was all too sudden for you to actually comprehend the situation, but it’s ok because he was there for you. You were his pretty girl, and he was sure to keep you under his embrace forever. He lifted his mask up, just a little, so that his deep pink and plush lips could be seen even in the dim lighting. Before you could register, his lips were on yours, moving smoothly. His cold hands cupping your warm cheeks, as he ran his thumb across your face. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t protest. Not for a second. Was it fear? Or something more?

He groaned, swallowing the sweet taste of your warm mouth. The thought of you kissing your fiancé flashed into his mind. In a wild rage, he bit your bottom lip and drew blood. You squirmed in his tight grip, your lip stinging as he gently sucked on it before releasing it with a pop. Your eyes were glazed over, dazed and blown out with the same fear a prey has when face to face with a predator; your lips glossy and a deep shade of maroon. Your loose braids were disheveled and your tank top’s sleeves were sliding off your shoulders. You looked beautiful. But it wasn’t enough. He looked into your eyes, and could tell thoughts of your husband to be were still swarming your mind.

His hands gripped your throat and pressed down as tears streamed down your cheek; one after the other. “What do you want from me,” your voice came out as a little croak. This was the first time you’d seen his twisted and wicked grin. His canines flashing in your face. “You're mine,” you gasped, trying to get more oxygen in, but it was no use. His grip was hard and cold; unwavering. Just as your vision started getting grainy, his hand released your sore neck from his evil grasp. You gasped and spluttered rolling onto your side in an attempt at getting more oxygen to your lungs as he watched your feeble effort. A sadistic smirk etched across his face and he rolled you onto your back.

“I’m going to show you that you belong to me and me only,” He released your throbbing ankles from the shackles. A glimmer of hope rekindled into your eyes as you thought he might let you go. Your hopes were shattered as he started to remove your shorts. “What cute panties you’ve got on. Can I keep them?” he teased as his middle finger pressed into your clit, eliciting a low squeal from between your swollen lips. You squirmed under his cold gaze.

“You’re so wet. S’all for me, yeah?” he groaned into your ear as he applied pressure onto your throbbing bud. Your mouth was dry. You were trying to think of a response to his running commentary, but you were too hell-bent on trying to get more friction to your aching cunt. Your hole clenched down on empty space as you eagerly bucked your hips into his hand. A sharp smack resounded around the spacious room as you moaned out loud in pain. “You like that? You like it when I’m rough with you, yeah?” he removed his hand from your soaking panties. Your cheek was still stinging and the tears were still flowing. “Your so damn pretty. S’shame you went for someone who doesn’t appreciate you,” your eyes shot up at the man above you.

“Appreciate me?” you repeated in disbelief. You scoffed. Your fiancé‘s appreciation went far beyond your expectations. He spoiled you with gifts of affection and words of affirmation. Sure, he worked often to pursue dreams he’d had since he was small, but he loved you. And that’s all that mattered to you.

But was it enough?

“Look at everything I’ve done for you. I’m risking A LOT here.” he replied to your crude tone. He imitated the dirty look you pulled your face into as if to mock you.

“You? What could you of all people be risking?” you asked sarcastically. He didn’t appreciate that. He clicked his tongue. “Really, Y/N?” he questioned quizzically. At that, he removed his mask. His pink gazed pierced right through yours; it was unhinged and crazed. ‘Shidou?’ Your mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognise my voice,” he feigned hurt. “Maybe after today, you won’t forget,” he lowered himself so that he was face to face with your warm cunt. Your thighs lay upon his broad shoulders. “S..Shidou, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He inhaled your scent through your thin underwear. He gave one lick and then another, progressively adding more pressure. You hissed as his tongue prodded at your entrance through the material. He hummed in satisfaction. Removing the slick underwear, freeing your pussy, he slid them into his back pocket. His lips suctioned themselves against your clit hard. You squirmed and squealed against his hold on your bucking hips. He swiftly turned his attention to your empty hole. Your breathing was hard and heavy and the air was already feeling hot and sticky. He briefly pulled away, spreading your lips apart to look at your eager hole. “Such a pretty cunt,” he muttered to himself before pushing his tongue into your pussy. Your walls clamped down on his talented muscle, working its way on your gummy walls.

It was all getting too much for you. Your whines were getting higher in pitch and your breathing heavier. You brought your bound hands to try and pry him off you. He smacked your smaller hand away. “Shi…please slow down, please!” you begged, but to no avail. In fact, it seemed to encourage him further. He pushed your shaking thighs into your chest, spreading your legs further in the process. “Shidou…please, I can't. I’m gonna cum,” His nose nudged your sensitive bud causing your legs to tense for a second. You were close, he could feel it. He pulled away, biting your thighs. You squealed, as he kissed your thighs before bringing his mouth back to your clit.

He started sucking hard. The tears seemed to come down harder than ever as you sobbed. You tossed and turned, “No please…” What exactly were you pleading for, you didn’t know. Whether you were begging for him not to stop and bring you to your high or thinking about the heinous activities you were getting up to when your fiancé wasn’t there, you didn’t know. The coil in your abdomen snapped as you let out a particularly loud groan. His nose still stuffed itself in your syrupy essence despite you already coming down from your first high. “Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” he finally got up after drinking everything you had to give him. However, his eyes were still hungry for more.

He flipped you over, so you were on your hands and knees. Your cunt was still sensitive from the previous orgasm and your mind was still fuzzy. “Shidou please…” you whined, unsubconsciously spreading your legs wide. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear before spanking your round ass. He watched, infatuated by the jiggling. You cried out as your cunt gushed.

“Please shidou I want…” you fell silent, giving yourself time to think. What exactly did you want? Before you could answer, you could feel his cold hands spreading your cheeks apart. You felt so lewd in such an exposed position. His cold fingers ran up and down your slick folds. Out of instinct, you moved away from his fingers. He spat on your rim watching as the clear glob slid down into your clenching hole. Spreading your cheeks again, this time for better access to your pretty pussy. He shoved his face, shaking his head side to side, making obscene noises of slurping. Your toes curled at the sudden stimulation. He moaned into your intoxicating essence, milking your cunt. His finger danced around the rim of your ass. “Shi…Dou! Oh my…” you squealed, trying your best to squirm away from his tight hold. Your eyes stung from the tears but they just kept coming. “Stop running away,” his voice was stern and cold. He resumed his work, making you fall off the edge once again.

You pushed up against his stomach and whined. “My pretty girl wants more?” You nodded in agreement. He slid down his black cargos along with his boxers. His hard cock sprung free. You craned your neck and your eyes widened in sudden realisation. His cock was standing at atleast 9 inches, thick, slightly bent to the left. His tip was a deep maroon and his precum was leaking from the top. He pushed your head further into the ground before sliding himself into your slick cunt. As he bottomed out, you could swear he was touching against your cervix. You winced and he thrusted back and forth at a steady pace before increasing. The arch in your back was barely holding as both of your moans resonated within the room. The arch in your back was barely holding as both of your moans resonated within the room. “You're so tight. You’re gonna make me cum too quick,” he hissed as your cunt clamped down on him hard.

Your nose was all sniffly from the crying; snot and tears running down your face. He grabbed your jaw so that you were facing him, “Open your mouth,” he spat onto your awaiting tongue: “Good girl, now swallow,” you happily complied.

His thrust was getting more erratic and your whines getting higher. His hands found their way to your arching clit and started rubbing at the throbbing bud. Your hips move forward, the stimulation too much for you. You try pushing on his abdomen in an attempt to slow him down, but he just grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. “Y’gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he asked. You moaned a loud ‘yes’ while he just laughed at your dumbed down state. You were nothing but a pretty pile of glitter. “Fuck…I’m gonna cum, where’d you wan it, pretty?” he smirked behind you. “Inside…please! M’cumming…” you drawed out, twitching against him as he stilled his hips.

He let out a deep groan that rumbled in his chest. His cum filled your empty womb to the brim. He whimpered in your ear before pulling out.

You wanted to get up and see what he was up to now but you were too worn out. You stayed in that position before he came and spanked your soft butt again. The concoction of your cum and his came gushing out of your abused hole. He rubbed his hand against your sore cheek. “You're such a pretty girl for me, aren’t you?” he asked. “Yes…M’such a good girl for you…” you sighed.

“Turn around pretty girl, say cheese for your fiance!” the multiple clicks of the camera on your phone was heard as he cackled loud. “I’m sure he’ll love the video of our creampie,”

This man was not the Shidou you know. This man was psycho.

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twogyuu · 2 years

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Feu D'Artifice

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (ft. Chan and Mingyu)

Synopsis: "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

Please note this particular fic focuses on another moment in time after Vernon and OC have met!

Genre: I'm not sure what to label this? Fluff? 😬 Hints of crack, the ending hints at angst. S2L, mild idiots-to-lovers, streetracer!Vernon, mechanic!reader, mechanic!Mingyu, streetracer! Chan, implied antagonist!Baekho

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, mild themes of misogyny, mildly suggestive(?) - they just kiss . . . also contains inaccuracies about cars and street racing (all I know is that it's illegal - kids please do not do illegal things okay? Y'all know better)

WC: ~4.2K

Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozarts @wonuziex @sadkidwarexpert @rockwidthyou @jeonghanniehae95 @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: I write like I'm a frequent club goer lol, but promise I've only gone twice 😅 Let alone to one of those basement parties. Partially inspired by the 'Anyone' special choreography, partially inspired by Baekho's 'Festival In My Car' (yet I made the man the antagonist smh 😅). this is probably one of my favorite pieces in a while 😊 Some day, I'll flesh out this whole story of streetracer!Vernon, but for now, have this - I was too excited and deep in my Vernon feels and wanted to share it with you all. @aceofvernons LOOK AWAY - I'm inconsistent with my biases. . . wbk 😞✊🏻

A purple neon light that once boldly stated ‘Joshua’s,’ flickered pitifully overhead– it was probably on its last few batteries. The wooden door to the parlor was seemingly intimidating despite how ordinary and beat up it looked; there was even a dent in the bottom right corner. One would think that a club this popular among street racers there would be a line snaking out the door and wrapping around the building. Yet, the streets were eerily empty, sans a few hobos making their way across the empty field across from the rundown brick buildings. The pebbled and broken pavement were damp from the sleet earlier today. There was an icy bite in the evening air that seemed to seep into every opening of his clothing and settle into his skin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vernon tucked his hands into the depths of his leather jacket, letting the cold air pierce his lungs as he tried to collect himself before knocking in code against the door as you had instructed. The memory of you leaning against his car with that grease-stained jumpsuit wrapped around your body and your arms folded across your chest was fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you had leaned over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, your sweet voice telling him, “It’s morse code for speed.” Your hands were already knocking softly against the metal of the hood of his car.

Vernon did not like to “go out” and “party” like other street racers. He did his duty on the streets, won his money, and went home. It was his routine and it was the promise he made himself. He vowed never to get involved in the social aspect of street racing. His mentor, Sohee, had told him, “that’s how you lose yourself in the game.”

Yet here he was, plain and in fact, he had come to the club for a girl.

Vernon didn’t like to be cliche, but he did honestly, think you weren’t just any girl.

You were different. You didn’t wear tiny skirts and shirts that barely covered your chest to the race tracks (sans the first night that you let Chan dress you so ill-tastefully). You opted for heavy boots and jeans instead; a bandana always donned your head to hold loose strands of hair back. You didn’t ask for attention from anyone, yet you still had an aura about you that commanded every street race you entered – no one dared question your expertise on their car (except for Vernon). You challenged authority (read: Baekho) and took shit from no one. More often than not, it has put you on people’s shit list – nonetheless, it didn’t seem to bother you.

To put it simply, Vernon’s interest was piqued and he knew if he wanted to know more about you, he’d have to go further than the race course to learn more.

“Vernon?” one of the bouncers said aghast, surprised to see the street racer at the club. His colleague slapped his shoulder, shooting him a warning look for letting Vernon’s name slip before he could think.

Vernon scanned the bouncers up and down. They looked vaguely familiar; probably another set of boys from the races that he didn’t know well, nor did he necessarily care to know well. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes lingered across the room: like the streets outside, it was also eerily empty. There was a short counter in the corner with a few bottles of alcohol lining the dusty shelves and two round and worn wooden tables in the center, a set of cards splayed in a game on one of them.

“The club?” Vernon turned back to them and asked simply.

“Shh!” the taller one hushed him, eyes wide. He ushered Vernon inside, while his friend secured the door. Vernon complied, wrinkling his brows together in confusion.

“You can’t just speak so openly about it,” he noted, “There are several of us down there – if the cops found out we’re all gathered in one place, easy bust.”

Vernon hummed in understanding. “Sorry – first time.”

The two friends exchanged looks; the shorter one widening his eyes and gesturing to the taller one to take him back. The latter shook his head silently; Vernon noted the sweat that broke out on his forehead. They seemed to be in a silent argument, oblivious to the fact that Vernon could see their struggle clearly despite the lack of words.

“Look, if it’s a problem that I’m here –”

“It’s fine, really,” the shorter one chuckled. He shot a glare at the taller one before flickering back to Vernon, a grin on his face. “I-I’ll take you down.”

“Alright,” Vernon shrugged.

Vernon followed him, pushing past the drapes that shielded the backroom that appeared to be some combination of a kitchen that was transformed into a storage room. Clearly, it hadn’t been used properly for the last couple of years as the stainless steel tables were stacked with boxes that had a few rusty car parts in it. The white deep porcelain sink was also stained brown – lord knows what has been poured down that drain.

“Coming?” the bouncer called.

Vernon looked up to see him holding open a door. He cocked his head to the side, noting how it was eerily dark beyond the threshold. Vernon could make out a few clinks of glass bottles and there was an echo of loud laughter, but nothing else: there was no bass of the music and no shrieks of joy.

Was this truly a club? Or had you set him up to be murdered?

He straightened his posture – he had to be on guard in case anything goes wrong. Vernon noted the newspaper covered windows and the door bolted shut in the opposite corner, presuming the way the slight wind whistled through it, it led outside as well.

“Well?” the bouncer urged, getting annoyed. “We don’t have all night.”

Silently, Vernon walked over and followed him down. Darkness surrounded them immediately as the door slammed shut; the only source of light was the flashing green and blue hues pooling at the bottom of the stairwell. Vernon paused momentarily, letting his eyes adjust before descending down the rickety stairs. He felt himself calm as he could feel the faint thump of a rhythmic drum vibrating underneath him.

When their feet landed on the cement, just yards away from the steeled entrance of the party, Vernon could already feel the various eyes of the people loitering outside on him. Bottles of beer stopped abruptly at their lips. Cigarettes placed between teeth but went unlit. The eyes of skimpily dressed women with too much eyeshadow on their lids lingered from their dates to the chestnut-haired man.

Vernon paid no mind though – he was here for you and you only.

“Right in there,” the short man pointed at a metal door. It was cracked open a notch. “Party ends at 2AM. Don’t get into fights and have fun.”

With that, he left Vernon alone, marching back up the stairs.

Sucking in another sharp breath, he tugged at the hem of his leather jacket before marching inside. Immediately, he was met with a crowd of people. Some sort of alcoholic drink in hand, they danced and jumped to the beat of fast bass, ignoring the way the gold color liquid sloshed out of the bottles and red cups and dripped onto the cement floor.

How was he supposed to find you amidst this?

“She doesn’t dance, but you’ll find her there somewhere. She’s always looking for ways to make money,” Vernon remembered Mingyu remarking.

The bar.

Walking along the edges of the dance floor, he kept his eyes peeled for you and any signs of a counter filled with liquor. He pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against one another and brushed off the manicured hands that landed on his biceps in an attempt to seduce him. He recognized several familiar faces amidst the crowds. Stella who wore different colored wigs to every race. Minhyun, the pretty boy who refereed the start and finish of each race. Cindy, Baekho’s younger sister who came rather infrequently to races, but she was hard to miss decked out in flashy designer outfits each time. Wonwoo, the fox-eyed and stoic man, who never talked much, but he was neither friend nor foe.

“Chwe!” Vernon heard a familiar voice call after him amidst the noise. He spun around to find Mingyu, the handsome, 187cm-man hard to miss, waving at him from afar. He was leaning against a counter, an amber-colored drink in his hand, and Chan sitting in a bar stool next to him.

Vernon nodded in reply and made his way over, weaving through the crowd.

Chan sniggered playfully, clapping Vernon’s shoulder. “Glad you could make it,” he shot Mingyu a sly look, “Though I assume it wasn’t for us.”

“Nah,” Vernon jokingly punched the younger’s shoulder, “You tweakin’.”

“Are we?” Mingyu closed one eye as if he was trying to match a target. He tipped his bottle towards Vernon, “Or are you?”

Vernon shook his head and looked away at your friends’ accusation; nonetheless, a grin growing on his lips at the hints of you being around.

“Where is she?” Vernon relented.

“And he indirectly admits it!” Chan raised his hands over his head in triumph.

Mingyu smiled into the tip of his bottle. He was silent, but the direction he was looking said it all. Vernon followed his line of sight to find you wiping down the opposite counter after a few guests had left to rejoin the party. Despite the rather plain outfit of jeans and a black t-shirt you had on compared to the others here, Vernon thought you looked pretty.

“Hi,” Vernon greeted you simply as he made his way over. He settled into the empty bar stool directly in front of you and leaned over the counter so you could better hear him.

You looked up from your line of cups. He noted the way you tried to keep a straight face, but failed when the right corner of your lips twitched up into a suppressed smile.

“You made it,” you noted, trying to feign cool.

He shrugged playfully. “Yeah, I’m here.”

You nodded, dipping your chin into your chest, gripping the ledge to prevent you from keeling over. You couldn’t stand looking at him for much longer, your knees growing weak, and you weren’t sure why. It’s not like he looked any different than he did from the races. He still wore his beat up red and black leather jacket with the black t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His hair was perfectly messy – unstyled, yet still stylish.

It was just Vernon.

But why did he make you queasy and dizzy all of a sudden.

“What do you wanna drink?” you asked.

“What do you have?” he asked in return.

“Beer, tequila, vodka, and Sprite,” you rattled off, “Ran out of diet Coke – our options are limited, on a budget.”

“Is it on-the-house?” Vernon replied.

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“I could repay you in other ways.”

You chuckled at his attempt to flirt and waved him off. You opted for a Sprite for him, remember Chan saying something about Vernon not being the type to drink a lot. You scooped ice and sprayed the drink from the fountain into a red solo cup and slid it over to him.

“Seduction is not a pretty color on you,” you teased, before turning around to rearrange a few items on the metallic counter behind you.

“Oh c’mon,” he sipped on the fizzy drink, “That’s not what I meant.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

“Dance with me.”

You turned around and leaned back, arms folded over your chest. “I’m working.”

“Ask Mingyu to cover for you like you did for him.”

“You dance?”

He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt like liquid courage was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline of seeing you again made him feel bold and willing to try things he wouldn’t normally do.

“Here and there,” Vernon lied. He tilted his head coyly.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Nonetheless, Vernon could tell from the way you squirmed in your spot, he gave you an offer you couldn’t deny. He noted the way your eyes flickered over to your colleague resting on a white plastic bucket in the corner and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. You played with the hem of your navy blue apron wrapped around your waist, your fingers dancing along the loose tie. One pull and it’d come off, and you’d be his for the night.

“You didn’t invite me just so I could watch you work, did you?” Vernon tried when you didn’t answer.

“And if I did?”

You weren’t the jealous type – Vernon knew teasing you with the idea of dancing with other people wouldn’t bug you at all. If anything, it’d only deter you further, regretting inviting him out in the first place, and worse, perhaps never getting a chance to see you again. If he was honest, however . . .

“I’d have no reason to be here then,” he gave you one last soft smile and pushed himself off the bar stool. His heart beat erratically in his chest, his mind raced at all the possible outcomes of this tease. This was bold for him. Vernon didn’t flirt like this. He wasn’t the dauntless type, he didn’t play games with women – let alone anyone.

It wasn’t him, yet simultaneously it was.

If you weren’t going to keep him company, he wasn’t going to do the same for you either.

As he took his first step away, you came rushing to his side, hands wrapping around his forearm to stop him. He looked over, peering into your eyes, wondering if you could see the precariousness in his own right now.

“F-fine,” you stammered. With one pull of the loose string behind you, the apron became undone. You let go of him to catch the falling garment. “I-I’ll dance with you, just . . . give me a second.”

Your gaze lingered on him a second too long as you returned behind the counter and walked in the direction of your co-worker. Anyone could tell, you were nervous that the chestnut-haired boy would slip out of your grasp between now and the time you went back to him. You whispered something to your friend who shot you a sly smile when you finished before looking over at Vernon again. She nodded and ushered you to go on. Your eyes remained trained on him, the world surrounding you melting alway. It was only him and you. The crowd behind him blurred together into a colorful swirl, while the blue and green lights danced across his untainted skin. Mingyu’s and Chan’s whoops fell on deaf ears; you could only hear a ringing and your controlled breathing.

“Ready?” Vernon extended a hand towards you, dragging you out of your daze. The music grew louder again. You couldn’t help, but notice the envious eyes of the few women and men loitering behind him – and it’s as if he knew. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your sweaty palms down your jeans before placing your fingers on his palm. He was quick to fold his fingers over yours, giving you one last reassuring squeeze and a lop-sided grin. Your gaze fell on your intertwined hands, his skin feeling cool against your hot ones. You wondered if he could see through your quiet facade, that inside your chest, it felt like the excitement of when you were little and someone lit a sparkler for you. The flames crackled in front of you, the naive belief that the sparkler would continue forever. A quiet moment passed between the two of you as you let all of it sink in.

Without a warning, Vernon tugged you onto the dance floor, the two of you being swallowed by the hoard of people. The rough sequin of someone’s dress scratched your arm, another set of dark-painted seductive eyes shot a wink in Vernon’s direction, someone’s hands skimmed across your forearm almost as if to stop you from going further. Amidst all the chaos, neither of you minded it, however.

Vernon was here for you, and you were here for him tonight.

Somewhere along the way, Vernon came to a stop. He had assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor and despite his best efforts to find clearing and some space where you could be comfortable, your sneakers were still toe-to-toe with one another. You peered up at him innocently, waiting for him to make a move, place his hands around your waist, spin you around and pin you flush to his back, or heck, kiss you even – but none of it ever came. He stood stiff as a sim character.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” you asked softly. He could hardly hear you.

“May have fibbed a little to get you to come out from behind that counter,” Vernon chortled.

A playful smile spreading across your face, your hands slinked up his forearms until you hit his elbows. You tugged them close towards your waist, then wrapping your hands around his rough fingers and gently setting them on your sides, as if to silently tell him it was okay to touch you. It was as if some other song other than the hype music was playing and you started slowly stepping side to side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Vernon planted his forehead on yours, watching the electricity spark in your eyes while the blue hues of the club engulfed you. Your lips were merely inches from each other – he could smell the spearmint gum you always chewed on your breath. Your breath hitched at the way he looked at you so intensely, yet with so much adoration. You hardly knew a thing about one another, but the way his eyes bore into yours felt as if you spent a whole century together.

Perhaps if it was possible, the sparklers in this lifetime with him would shimmer in the dark forever.

During street races, while waiting for a pair to finish their course, you always watched your surroundings out of boredom, waiting on the hood of Chan’s car with your red toolbox right beside you. When the crowd had thinned, half still at the start, the other half at the finish, everyone was always off doing their own thing to preoccupy themselves, including one another.

You didn’t like to think of yourself as “the other girl,” but felt like you were at these races. Spectators came with their faces caked with the latest Dior foundation and their lips painted with the classic shades of YSL lipstick. Your scuffed up steel-toed shoes were no match for their stilettos and thigh high boots. Not to mention, you were severely underdressed in your grease-stained jumpsuit that hung around your waist. The people here commanded attention and as suffocating as it was to you, they definitely got it.

You’ve seen them in the alleys of buildings. Their bare backs pressed up against the rough, cracked brick walls, a low-tier racer who had chosen them as prey for the night had their hands perched above their head, whispering sweet nothings into their ear before stealing kisses from their pouts. Sometimes, they would disappear into the night and not be seen until the next race, nestled in their new lover's arms.

Never in a hundred years did you think you’d find yourself in the same compromising position with Vernon, out of all people, tucked away in the dimly lit hallway of the club basement. His leather jacket was shrouded over your shoulders because you had complained about feeling cold earlier. He stood in front of you, leaning over on his forearm placed on the wall behind, chuckling as the two of you exchanged quiet words – they were nothing deep, nothing particularly sweet either, but he made your chest bubble in ways you didn’t know it could. Every time he let out that low chuckle that managed to seep through his sealed lips, his hazel eyes curving into crescents, you couldn't help but giggle in return.

Part of you hoped the vomit-green wall behind you would open up a portal and swallow you whole, unsure if your fragile heart could take all of this affection. You felt silly for being so love-drunk; it’s not like you grinded on him on the dance floor or took love shots when Chan and Mingyu urged the both of you to. Heck, Vernon hadn’t done anything more than placing his hands on your waist. Yet here you were, giddy like a teenager holding hands with their crush for the first time.

It was embarrassing.

The other part of you wanted to stay and see where this would go. Would you ever know his life beyond the four walls of his beat-up, gray 2002 Toyota Celica? Neither of you were drunk and you were both well-aware of your decisions tonight, though perhaps blind to the consequences to come. It was never said, but you knew you both were curious about this, whatever it was between the two of you. The light teases, the off-beat slow dance to the fast-paced song, the shared giggles for no reason whenever you caught one another’s eyes, the stupid stories made up while people-watching, this cliche moment right now – selfishly, you wanted it all.

“This is a stupid question,” Vernon mumbled, he fiddled with the zipper of his leather jacket, flipping it up and down in hopes of the cool metal would calm his nerves. His eyes flickered back up to you. “But, um,” he let out a breathy chortle. His expression didn’t quite match his laugh though – he looked rather confused as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Can I . . . can I kiss you?”

Unconsciously, you drew your lips in between your teeth and peered up at him innocently, heat coloring your cheeks. The cold seeping through the basement window behind you was not enough to cool your hot skin. All you could hear was your own blood rushing in your ears and suddenly, he seemed like he was too far from you - you were scared.

Pressing his lips into a tightline he shook his head in embarrassment. “It’s too soon – I shouldn’t have, sorry,” he pushed himself off the wall. He lifted his foot off the ground, ready to take a step backwards to give you space.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot out and grabbed onto the front of his black t-shirt to stop him from moving away. You took him by surprise at your eagerness, noting the way you tugged at the fabric, not caring that you were stretching out the cotton.

“Um,” he hummed as he settled back into his position close to you.

“You can,” you finally answered his question breathlessly.

He nodded once and planted his palms on either side of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated after him.

Your heart was beating out of control at this point. If you were to faint in his arms right here, you wouldn’t be surprised. You stared at him, eyes wide, your gaze lingered across the sharps and curves of his features, noting every lash to the divots of his acne scars on his cheeks from puberty to the slight bump in his nose bridge. Your eyes finally landed on his pink lips, now glossy after he’d swipe his tongue over it.

“Um . . .” you hesitated, when he hadn’t made a move yet. Were you doing something wrong?

“S-sorry, I just don’t usually do these kinds of things,” Vernon stumbled.

You let out an equally nervous chuckle, “Same.”

“I just,” he dipped his head in to move closer, the tip of his nose bumping ever so slightly into yours, “Go for it,” he inhaled deeply, “Right?”

You blinked a few times, finally opting to let your lids fall shut and inhaled just as deeply. “Right.”

“Okay,” you heard him mumble. He must’ve moved in even closer now as you could feel the vibration of his words against your skin. You could feel the tickle of his lips grazing against yours, the slightest hesitation in his breathing to move in and seal the kiss. Contrary to your own, his eyes were still peeled open, looking for any signs of uncertainty and that you didn’t want this anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he found that you seemed rather impatient for this kiss to happen. He noted the way your shoulders were stiff, hands squeezed by your side and your fists balled up in anticipation. There was a small droop in the space between your brows as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter.

“Cute,” was the last word you heard him say before he pressed his lips against yours.

It was no longer the sensation of sparklers that shone in the dark in the visions behind your closed eyelids and tingled up and down your skin, but rather fireworks. There was a zap in your lips, satisfied but hungry for more. Though his thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks, each touch felt like 100 joules electrifying your skin. It burned, but it was euphoric.

However, with every evening of celebratory fireworks, came a hazy morning filled with residual smoke.

#vernon x reader #hansol x reader #chwe hansol #vernon #vernon fluff #vernon angst #svt vernon #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fanfic

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staggersz · 6 months

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I just started school again this week from fall break and omg 😭 HORRIBLE I TELL U HORRIBLE. but, it got me thinking, what do u think the tbp boys opinions r on school?

AAAA i’m sorry about school! school literally sucks so bad 😭

but omg i love this question .

I’m just gonna talk about how their opinions on school are after the basement and how their opinions changed (my tumblr is basically a page for my AU now isnt it 😞)

Finney pretty much dislikes school before and after; he likes keeping his grades good but he just hates going because of bullies and the stares he gets after the basement. It makes him feel worse. He likes science the most. He gets annoyed when people call him names but most of the time he doesn’t mind because he just wants to get through school. He goes to the counselor only sometimes.

Robin hates school, and he probably always will. I like to think he has good or at least nice grades in all of his classes except math, and he’s barely passing science. He has dyscalculia, so he feels stupid when it comes to numbers but is afraid to ask for help from anyone besides Finney. He’s in the counselor’s office a lot talking about his thoughts, emotions and personal issues. Robin deals with bullying a bit but of course he isn’t sitting by and taking it. Sometimes stuff is written on his locker also.

Bruce used to love school but now he’s like, indifferent leaning towards disliking it. He still has amazing grades and is probably on high honor roll, but he feels out of place now. He feels like he’s popular but not the way he wants to be. He thinks he missed a lot since he wasn’t there for the beginning of the year, plus he just feels out of place in his usual friend group now. Sometimes he just gets irritated and stays alone. He spaces out in school a lot, which leads to a lot of counselor appointments that he himself didn’t schedule.

Vance hates school more than anything. He barely has friends besides yknow, the others that were in the basement but now he just feels completely outcasted. He was given a chance to move up a grade so he took it, so he’s a freshman when he goes back to school. He had a lot of testing to do though, which luckily he passed. Vance is pretty much on a hair’s trigger now. If someone says ANYTHING about his experiences or the other’s experiences, there’s a high chance he’s gonna come out of that with a suspension or a detention. He manages to keep okay grades though.

Billy liked school kind of. He’s kinda introverted but when he was younger he would hang out with Robin and Finney at school, so it kind of got different when he went missing. He had nice grades and he was kind of social.

Griffin disliked school. He was never talked to and he sat alone every class, every year. If he was in a group assignment, he usually asked the teacher if he could work by himself. But he’s a good kid and had good grades.

Griffin and Billy come as a package deal with a lot of things but especially school after the basement events. They’re pretty much glued together. They both dislike school a lot because of bullies. They have a lot of classes together because of their separation anxiety, which the school knows about. Billy is really sad when he graduates 8th grade and is alone without Griffin for a year. They’re in the counselor’s office a lot or have a teaching assistant take them out of their classes for a bit. It’s not because they want to talk to them and their problems, but to just let them calm down and work in an environment where they aren’t pressured and can just work with each other.

thats my opinions 😇

#tbp fandom #tbp #the black phone #let me have fun making headcanons #cigaw #this is for my story #can i get a witness?#tbp headcanons #tbp hcs #finney blake #robin arellano #bruce yamada #vance hopper #billy showalter #griffin stagg #briffin they’re sillies #showstagg #vance is just angsted up #so is robin

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matrose · 7 months

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Explore my bookshelf!

Tagged by @swanmaids like a MONTH ago but i just remembered this so im doing it now:))

An estimate of how many physical books I own: more than 300 id say… ive got a bunch of books in storage in my moms basement and im running out of space again in my little dormroom….

Favorite author: choosing one is way too hard…off the top of my head id say mary renault, adrian tchaikovsky, octavia e. butler, and tolkien:)

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: maybe im being too judgmental too quickly but i have yet to read a booktok book that ive loved :,) i also dont like romance in general so im gonna stay away from the whole colleen hoover and ali hazelwood corner over there

A popular book I thought was just meh: the priory of the orange tree ☹️ i wanted to love it but i think the comparisons it got had my expectations way too high and i ended up disappointed :((

Longest book I own: probably some science fiction collection ebook that ive got, maybe the collected stories of arthur c. clarke or something?

Longest series I own all the books to: history of middleearth? 😏 i also own all german released animorphs books (just 30 ☹️) so bookwise thats longer but im unsure about wordcount :///

Prettiest book I own: the 100+ year old butterfly catalogue that belonged to my great-grandfather hehe

A book or series I wish more people knew about: children of time…..im forcing SO many people to read it. dr avrana kern is literally in it

Book I'm reading now: jane eyre & robinson crusoe & he who drowned the world

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: TOO MANY…. a wizard of earthsea final answer

Do you have any books in a language other than English: yes. ive got german books and like atleast one in french and latin floating around somewhere

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook? i love ebook for the convenience:) i also like physical books but am indifferent to paperback or hardcover…

tagging: @icedille @himemiyaaah @swordcustodybattle @souldagger @allucka uuuh 😭 anyone else thag wants to 😞

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rdiowxdeaddove · 7 days

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clears throat

DONNIE DARKO KIDNAPPING YOU BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO FUCKING OBSESSED

thank you

~🫘

REAL 😭😭😞😞‼️‼️‼️

Lets say for the plot he doesnt live with his parents 😇 doing this in hc formats cause i dont feel like doing allat

BEING KIDNAPPED BY DONNIE

Got tired of not being able to have you to himself, there was always someone in the way

You now live in his closet ‼️

Sure he has a basement but why would he keep you so far away from him.

He even cleaned it out and made it all comfy for you!

He lets you out sometimes :3 he lets you sleep with him (he handcuffs you to his bed at night so you cant leave)

He will laugh at you if you tell him to let you go cause he genuinely thinks you’re joking

Im sure once you come around (get Stockholm syndrome) he’ll let you roam around the house while he’s there.

Takes showers with you because he actually cant stand being away from you.

In general i believe he takes good care of you

He just wants to be with you forever

Probably opens the closet just to stare at you sometimes

NSFW STUFF FROM HERE ON OUT :3

Horny, constantly, all the time

Thinks about you if he’s jerking off nontheless

If his closet is one of thoes with the slits in the door he’ll probably get off on the thought of you watching him through them

Probably fucks you with a gun to your head the first time he decides to use you.

He’s impatient and doesnt have time for your bullshit.

Makes sure the safety is on though :3 he wouldnt wanna hurt you on accident.

Will not hesitate to switch it off if you get cocky.

It gets him so hard the fact that he has a gun to your head while his dicks inside of you.

He lets you sleep in his bed with him after you both shower though cause he’s so nice and he loves you so much.

Probably enjoys going down on you as much as he enjoys it when you go down on him.

Falls asleep with his cock in you if you sleep with him some nights.

YAY YIPPIE YAYYAYAYAYA YAAAAAY

#rdioshow!#dnniedrko #tw noncon #tw kidnapping #tw gun use #guns in the kinky way #for him anyway #🫘 not anon #tw dubcon #?

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alwaysteveswife · 1 year

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Time for us | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: you can't imagine how much I love this man 😞.

This is a drabble of Steve being Steve lmao. You've been investigating disappearance cases in a neighboring town of Hawkins. Because of the priority you put on the cases rather than spending time with Steve, he decides to talk it out and try to convince you to have a night between the sheets.

Warnings: None, this is just something random that I liked and wanted to share ;)

Number of characters: 2,254 (Just in case you have any doubts, commas, periods, etc. are also included here. That's why it's a big number for something so short).

I folded my arms, watching the images being linked by red threads. I smiled proudly at the sight of my research work. I had spent two weeks researching a disappearance case a few miles from Hawkins. I couldn't help but think that there were many coincidences with the disappearances a few years ago in our town.

I felt the basement door slam shut thanks to the wind current in the place. I was not surprised to feel someone's hands stopping at my waist.

"Y/N, you've been down here for over two and a half hours," Steve turned me around, bringing us face to face.

"Really? I was sure I'd been down here for less time," I laughed, throwing my arms around Steve's back.

"Well no, you've been down here for two hours," he moaned, leaving short kisses on my neck. "Two hours we could have spent doing more fun things".

"This is fun" I moved his face far enough away so I could leave a chaste kiss on his lips. "Besides, it's serious business".

"We're serious too!" He brought his hands up to my cheeks, crushing them gently, "Y/N, we haven't have sex for almost two weeks".

"I went 18 years of my life without having sex with someone, two weeks is nothing" Still laughing, I managed to turn around, feeling Steve's breath click against my neck.

"But not me" He sighed, hugging me even tighter than before. "I promise we'll make it quick".

"You said the same thing that time we had dinner with your parents".

"We made it on time!"

"We got there 30 minutes before the place closed, we had to tell them we'd had an accident" I smiled remembering that day. I had never dressed so fast in my whole life.

"That wasn't because we were late, it was because we fell asleep" he complained again, sinking his nose into my neck.

"Why are you being so dramatic?" This time I turned around to look at him. "Give me 15 minutes, I'm going to tidy up a bit here".

"15 minutes, okay" he laughed, giving me a quick kiss and running for the exit.

"It's not fixable" I laughed as I heard him curse for hitting the end of the table. I started tidying up the things on the desk, mentally grateful that Steve's parents weren't home.

Masterlist

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #babygirl steve harrington #stranger things au #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington fic

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jaegerisim · 9 months

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PT1

PT2

TW: internalized homophobia, manipulation, panic attacks and mileven making out (sorry y'all, it's for the plot and this the last chapter they'll do it. I pinky promise 😔 we'll get onto the Henderhop the next chapter 😀).

Also the whole diary thing in this chapter I've ripped off of the actual HP lore. 🥲 I also ripped off the whole byler fight from the s3 fight. 😞😞😞

Will was not especially happy to board on the Hogwarts Express unlike his future sister, El, who was bouncing up and down with excitement. Will had gotten to know her over the summer and despite his initial jealousy, he liked her a lot. She was sweet and caring with shoulder-length brown hair and big eyes.

Will really couldn't blame her for being so joyful, she was dating Mike after all, the most loving and perfect human-being ever and as her brother, he was happy for her. Yet, whenever he saw them together or heard them talk over the phone, his guts burnt with jealousy. El was a constant reminder of how Mike would never be his to love.

Normally sitting in a compartment with his friends would make Will happy but lately being with them made him feel alone.

Thus, the train ride had been, in Will's humble opinion, absolutely miserable. With Mike and El, in the seat next to him, not being able to stop kissing for 5 fucking minutes and Mike constantly shoving Will against the window to make room for their gross make-out session. To make matters worse, in the seat in front of him, Max and Lucas were loudly arguing but every 7 insults, they'd began to make-out sloppily.

It was as if both couples were in an intense competition of who could gross Will out more. Mike and El were clearly winning because at least Lucas and Max kiss lovingly while Mike and El just, ew.

Will was growing bored and he he'd brought his wizards chess set on board since it was one of his favorite games. Mike loved it too, and so maybe he wanted to play. Will remembered fondly how the both of them used to play it in Mike's basement. Secretly, Mike's basement felt more like home to Will than the house in which he lived. Since in Mike's basement he felt safe and mostly, loved.

So Will tapped Mike's shoulder in a poor attempt to draw his attention away from El. He was met with Mike huffing annoyed.

"Mike, do you wanna play wizards chess?" Will offered with a small smile.

"But now's not the time" complained Mike, throwing his head back.

"Is it? Is it not the time, Michael?" interrupted Will.

"Well, can I at least kiss El one last time?" giggled Mike.

"Oh, God." Max facepalmed.

Mike kissed El and reluctantly began to play. He constantly rolled his eyes, huffed and complained. Will tried to not feel hurt by his best friend's behavior but when Mike began to mock the game, something inside Will snapped.

"Fine! You win! Congratulations!" Will sneered as he got up from his seat, to leave.

"Will, I was just messing around!" Mike tried to stop Will from leaving but the other boy wasn't taking it. "Let's finish for real!"

"Just forget it Mike" sighed Will packing up the wizards chess.

"But I want to keep playing, ok?"

"I said forget it Mike, okay?" Will exclaimed "I'm going outside"

Mike put himself in between Will and the door.

"Move!" growled Will, pushing Mike and brushing passed him.

"Will, come on! You can't leave!" floundered Mike.

Bet, thought Will with bitterness.

"Listen, I said I was sorry, all right? It's a really cool game! I'm just busy with other stuff right now." Mike was clearly trying to excuse his actions but Will wasn't having it.

"Yeah, Mike, that's the problem: you guys are always busy and you're ruining The Party."

Will was finally getting to say all those things he'd felt over the the last month but hadn't told anyone out of fear. Out of fear of hurting Mike, but now Will couldn't give a fuck about Mike and his stupid feelings.

"That's just not true!" Mike shot defensively.

"Really? Where's Dustin now?" Will asked crossing his arms over his chest.

Mike remained silent as he pursed his lips.

Will asked this fully conscious Mike wouldn't know. Dustin was hanging out with Steve, someone who Dustin had bonded with over the summer. Will knew this because his brother Jonathan was Steve's boyfriend, and had told Will, Dustin tagged along on many of the couple's dates.

"See? You don't even know and you don't even care." Will spat "And obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

Will shouldn't have called El stupid, he knows but in the heat of the moment and with all the bubbling anger he felt, he couldn't care less.

"El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Mike yelled.

That felt like a blow in the gut, leaving Will breathless and trembling. This meant he was weak and men shouldn't be weak (or so his father had taught him and Jonathan). Still, as much as it hurt, he wouldn't cry. At least not in front of Mike.

Mike must have known he fucked up because his voice became softer and quieter.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk, ok?" Mike whispered but Will scoffed. "But we're not kids anymore, I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?''

Something in the way Mike said it sounded almost desperate and pleading.

"Yeah, I guess I did." hissed Will with venom and ironically Mike seemed more heartbroken than the brunet.

Will turned around on his heel and ran away towards the bathroom, trying to swallow the lump of rage he felt in his throat.

He truly was alone, he has no one to go to. He really didn't feel like going to his brother or mother and Robin was probably annoying (read: flirting with) Nancy.

When he opened the door and entered the bathroom, he sat under the sink and curled on himself. His breathing grew heavy as he repeated "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid" over and over like some sick mantra, until someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw Professor Creel looking at him concerned.

"Will? Are you ok?" the teacher asked sitting down next to Will.

"No, not really, Professor." he answered. He felt comfortable with Professor Creel, he was the head of Will's house, after all.

"Call me Henry." smiled the blond "Not feeling too good, huh? Well, I can't have Slytherin's best Beater not feel good, now can I?"

Will chuckled feeling proud. At least someone seemed to appreciate his Quidditch skills.

"You know when I feel sad I like to write about it in my diary. Here, I'm gonna give you this notebook so that you can use it as a diary, ok?"

Henry handed him a black notebook.

"Um, yeah, ok. Cool" Will took the notebook and held it gingerly.

"Well, I best be off. I was having quite the discussion with Professor Argyle about a muggle herb called cannabis." smiled Henry.

Will didn't care about Mike saying Henry was untrustworthy, Henry was a great person who cared about Will unlike Mike, his former best friend.

Henry got up and left the bathroom leaving Will alone, once again.

Since Will had nothing else to do he decided to go inside the nearest stall, sit down and write something in the diary. So he took out the spare quill and ink he always had on himself. After all, he was an artist.

"Hello, my name is Will Byers." he wrote.

His writing disappeared and instead another message appeared.

Hello Will, I'm 001.

Will stared at the notebook in shock.

"Are you alive?" Will wrote, quickly.

You could say that, yes. I'm a trapped consciousness inside of this diary, more precisely. Still, I once was a Hogwarts student, which I’m guessing you are, right?

“Yes, I’m from the Slytherin house and starting my third year!” he corresponded.

I was a Slytherin too, the best house. If I do say so myself.

Will chuckled, was Slytherin truly the best house? Everyone seemed to despise them. Yeah, there were a couple of assholes in the house, like Billy and Troy, but weren’t there assholes in every house?

Will could name a few ones out of the top of his head: Steve, a Gryffindor, used to be an asshole until Jonathan and him got into a fistfight; Fred Benson, a Ravenclaw, had apparently done some pretty fucked up stuff too; Jason Carver, another Gryffindor, was notorious for being extremely stuck up and throwing wild parties in the boy’s dorm (there were also rumors of him cheating on his girlfriend, poor Chrissy Cunningham, with several girls).

"Well, do you mind if I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone, though.” Will scribbled in his cursive writing.

Sure. Who would I tell anyways?

“Ok, well the thing is that….” Will recounted what happened with Mike and the further in the story, the tighter he gripped his quill. When he finished, he waited to see 001’s response:

That kid sounds like such an ass, not gonna lie. You should really stop considering him your best friend. Best friends don’t treat you like absolute garbage.

Will pondered this, and really, 001 was right.

This “conversation” kept on going for the rest of the train ride and school year. Will avoided The Party, except Max, at all costs and constantly run away to “talk” with 001 (much to Mike’s disgust and jealousy).

The year went by swiftly until the very last week of June, during which, Billy had begun a fire in the Forbidden Forest in a desperate attempt to break up Max and Lucas. Fortunately, neither Lucas or Max had been harmed but Billy died. The fire was known as The Great Fire of ‘85 and it left Max completely devastated. Mostly, because her step-brother had tried to murder her and Lucas for being an interracial couple. This left her with a huge emotional burden she’d only told Will.

Thanks to 001 he’d realized that he didn’t need to be friends that weren’t from his own house. 001 had taught Will new and more powerful spells, he’d also taught Will about how being a Slytherin mean being the best.

Now, Will was determined for Max to meet 001, his other best friend, and for him to teach Max all the things he’d taught Will. So he asked a delighted Professor Creel for another notebook for Max, who reluctantly accepted it. After a day of using it, she admitted to having loved the present.

Max and Will liked to gush about 001’s appearance and while Will imagined him as a handsome man, Max imagine him as a sickly old man. They loved their new friend and thought that 001 was the only friend they needed.

In their innocence, they both believed to have met an angel or even god, when they’d actually made a deal with the devil.

#Yeah I wrote malooban make out session thru Will’s pov just to slander them #Sue me #also pray for madwise cuz my babies be making a big mistake ngl #Madwise moments >>>#I had to include the rain fight ok?#Mike is just a confused teenager ok?#I’m a Mike apologist #he gonna suffer the next chapter m’kay?#I’m warning y’all now #BILLY SLANDER MY BELOVES #IT PHYSICALLY PAINED ME TO NOT WRITE BILLYS DEATH SO INCLUDED IT AND USED IT AS A CONVENIENT PLOT DEVICE #every time I mention Billy’s racism I get +20 years of life back #Also fun fact #i wanted to include a part in which Will mentions that Chrissy cheated on Jason with Robin but then secretly began to date Vickie #In the end it didn’t fit and I cut it out but i wanted y’all to know #byler #will byers #byler brainrot #mike wheeler #byler au #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #byler angst #byler fic #madwise #el hopper #lucas sinclair #STONATHAN AND RONANCE ARE MY BABIES AND I WILL GO DOWN WITH THEM 🔥🔥🔥🔥#harry potter byler au

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