#i hate not standing my ground but it was so not fucking worth it

[raymondshields]

Man, knowing that I'm less than two weeks from my last final is really shaking me because I have so many things I said I'd do after I graduate and they're very close now!!!

One of them is going to be leaving all the discord servers I don't talk in and also pruning following / friends lists like hell and back. This will allow me to finally come off invisible on discord, and it'll be nice to have discord statuses available to me again ;~;

#sg.txt #for context I do not currently feel safe coming off invisible on discord #because there's this one guy in the one uni club i was in for a while #who has some fucking grudge against me for NO REASON #and since i would like to not be accused of seriously abusing them again #(they have me mistaken for SOMEONE ELSE ENTIRELY) #i have not spoken in that server or come off invisible in months #graduating means i can leave all those servers and then the fucker can't track me down anymore #it's also why i started looking for and then changed my url #and i'll also be updating my website domain as well! #then the only thing i have left to change is my email which i can't atm #because i need gdocs still #but ugh it'll be nice. that club was a great idea until they refused to kick that person out after they levied false accusations against me #i hate not standing my ground but it was so not fucking worth it #getting rid of all that shit will be nice #like bye university friends it was fun for a bit but i'm movin on now #(boston's foreplay long time starts blasting) #actually yeah lmao my graduation playlist consists of #boston's foreplay / long time; alice cooper's school's out; piko's the glorious unseen; and megurine luka's no logic #don't need any other songs just those four #wild #in other news i got wacup working

[grapementos]

ugly truth

pt 2 of this. pt 3 here.

aged up bakugo x reader

cw: descriptions of a panic attack, hospitals

a month had passed since you walked out on katsuki, walked out on your life, your home--everything you knew.

a number of your friends, along with plenty of katsuki's (who were mutual friends at this point), had reached out to you, offering a place to stay.

mina, kirishima, denki, and sero in particular were constantly checking on you and shooting you texts in case you needed to talk.

you knew they meant well, for they were bakugo's closest friends and knew how mean he could be. occasionally, you spent a night with them, the five of you coming together to watch a movie or play a game.

however, you knew they talked to bakugo too, so you remained cautious and never overshared--especially to kirishima. he was bakugo's right hand, his best friend since u.a.

there was no way you were going to show any semblance of missing bakugo, not around him.

once you found your own place, you'd distanced yourself from them, avoiding overstaying your welcome.

after they helped you move into your apartment and yet again reminded you, "if you need anything, we're here! really, anything at all!" you settled into your new space, suddenly feeling so alone.

for the first time in what felt like eternity, there was pure silence.

and then there wasn't.

the loudness, the static in your mind overpowered everything, several emotions washing over you like tidal waves. each wave was bigger than the last, merciless as it dragged you under, filling your nose and lungs with doubt, regret, sadness, anger.

"fuck," you whispered, pulling a pillow to your chest, "fuck."

you sobbed into the pillow, draining yourself of every ounce of strength and independence you thought you had.

you and bakugo had been together for three years--three years that you spent falling asleep, knowing you'd wake up to his face in the morning, three years of cooking meals large enough for two people, three years of habitually closing the shower curtain after your shower because it irked him when it was left open, three years of keeping the sodas on the left side of the fridge and water on the right.

three years. how can you unlearn three years worth of habits? let go of three years worth of comfort?

i can't do this, i can't. i can't be alone.

your subconscious was destroying you, and you hated that you felt like it was right. how could you survive alone?

your chest tightened, and the room spun and spun as the oxygen left your lungs too quick, overworking your circulatory and respiratory system.

"i need him-" you choked out, grasping desperately at nothing, nothing that could help you ground yourself.

a wave of dread rolled through you, sending your body into complete and total panic. just as you moved to stand, to grab your phone and call whoever, you felt a sense of airiness before your body tapped out, sending you straight back down to the floor.

-

"yeah, they're okay." a pause, "no, i just found them like this. i didn't know what else to do."

you groaned quietly, slowly blinking your eyes open to a stark, off-white ceiling. the blinding light made you regret it immediately, not to mention the pounding headache, swollen eyes, and nasty-feeling skin.

"y/n? you awake?" you recognized mina's voice from right beside you.

"yeah, god," you mumbled, hesitantly cracking an eye open, "hospital?"

"yeah. sorry, i just.." she trailed off, looking down at her shoes, "i found a pair of shoes you left at my place and wanted to give them back. then i found you just.. out cold."

you scrunched your eyes as you tried to remember anything before the onyx pit you were dropped into but thinking just hurt your head more.

"kirishima's on his way. he's super worried, you know." she chuckled, grabbing your hand, "he hates hospitals."

you squeezed her hand, finally managing to open your eyes fully, "me too. they stink."

she laughed, scooting her chair closer to your bed, "do you remember what happened?"

you tried to concentrate, pondering what you were doing. obviously, you had just moved in and..

"oh." you sighed, suddenly feeling stupid. of course, you'd been crying like the damn baby katsuki said you were, "i think i was just anxious. you know, new place and all."

"you could've stayed living with me, you know. i don't mind your company at all."

you shook your head, "i have to," your voice cracked a little, but you hid it with a cough, "i have to move past this. get on with my life."

"but there's no rush, y/n, you know--"

"where are they?" your body stiffened at the voice echoing off the linoleum and into your ears, triggering the code red alarm inside your head.

suddenly, the door slammed open and in walked a terrified looking katsuki and a guilty kirishima.

you scooted yourself back into the plastic barrier of the bed, clenching the bars, "what the hell is he doing here?"

"y/n, are you okay? what happened?" katsuki approached the bed, inspecting you for any injuries.

"get the hell away from me!" you winced at the pull on the iv in your arm as you moved impossibly farther away from him.

the heart monitor beside you was picking up, your blood pressure climbing higher and higher the closer he got.

mina stepped between the two of you before he could say anything, "kiri, what the hell? why would you bring him?"

"you were on speaker in my car when you told me, and we were together!" he explained frantically, "he didn't listen to me."

she shook her head, pushing katsuki towards the door, "you shouldn't be here. they don't wanna see you."

he looked past her, pleading at you with his eyes, "please, y/n, i'm so sorry, okay? i need you, okay? i need you, and i need to know that you're okay."

"y/n?" mina looked back at you, silently asking what she should do.

"i don't want to see him." you looked away, unable to look in his eyes for fear of falling victim to their lure.

without hesitation, mina ushered him to the exit despite his protests, almost getting him completely out when there was a thud on the linoleum.

katsuki was on his knees, his arm outstretched above his head as he clutched something in his fist.

for a moment, you expected him to set off an explosion or anything of the crazy sort.

you flinched as he opened his fist, fully expecting to be blown to bits.

instead, the fluorescent lights bounced off the shine of what you were 101% sure was an engagement band.

the other two in the room gasped, kirishima releasing his quirk that had instinctively taken over the front of his body.

"i was gonna ask you," he choked out, "before i quit the agency. but then everything went south and, and i--i just, i lost sight, y/n, and i'm so sorry. i'll be better, i swear it."

your hand covered your mouth, though you were speechless anyways. instinctively, you felt anger. how could he do this to you? here? now? after you'd wound up in the hospital because of him?

"how dare you," you spat, tears welling up in your eyes, "how dare you do this to me? do you enjoy hurting me, huh? tearing me apart just to build me back up again? do you get off on that--that glory?"

he was crying too, his eyes pleading, "i don't wanna hurt you. i'll go to therapy, i'll change, i swear. whatever you want me to do, i'll do it right now."

you swallowed hard around the ball in your throat, "leave. leave me alone and stay the hell out of my life."

hospital staff came flooding into the room before katsuki could respond, ushering the three of them out, "i'm sorry, this hospital has low tolerance for commotion like this. security will see you out."

you had never been more grateful that you were in a hospital, relief flooding your body as you turned onto your side, letting the tears run down your cheeks.

it wasn't fair. he knocked you about a hundred tiny steps back, considering you'd only taken a hundred tiny steps in the past month. your heart was throbbing, and a large part of you couldn't help but question your decision.

what if he really would change, get better? he was the love of your life. no one had ever loved you better.

extremely stressed, you found yourself questioning whether you'd made the right decision.

wow, i was super surprised by the amount of support. it was meant to be a standalone, but now i’m pretty sure there will be a 3rd part. thank you so much for the support! 🩷

tags: @blackout-ice-biohazard @survivorofmath @iam-thevillain-of-thisstory @odessa-is-my-queen @firesmokeandashes @tsukikoxo @valentineshiftz

#bnha #anime #mha #my hero academia #angst #boku no hero academia #drabble #gender neutral reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #panic attack #gender neutral y/n #mina ashido #kirishima ejiro #kirishima ejirou #grapeflop$

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P3)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: the trio find themselves at the home of Bill and Frank, not knowing what became of them.

Warnings: death, cursing, Joel being Joel, Ellie being Ellie, Bill and Frank's story😭

Masterlist

Part 1, Part 4

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The three neared Bill and Frank's home, the electric fence only a few feet in front of them.

"Stay here."

Joel stepped forward, punching the code into the lock and opening the fence for the girls to step through.

Joel could tell something was off, but Y/N seemed to be in her own little world, her medication finally helping her for once.

"You know, El? I think you'll really like Frank. Actually, I take all of that back… Bill is going to be your favorite."

Ellie scoffs, "What makes you say that?"

Y/N hums, "Cause you like Joel. And they're very much alike."

Joel snorts under his breath at that, but says nothing.

When they neared the house, Y/N stopped as if something was forcing her to the ground.

Joel placed a hand on her lower back, "Sweetheart?"

He followed her gaze, which was locked on the dead potted plant by their doorstep.

He pulled at her reluctant body and moved towards the door. His eyebrows furrowed when he discovered the door was left entirely unlocked.

The house was dead silent.

They all stood in the entryway, Joel's hand holding Y/N's wrist gently. He thought of it as a comfort for her, but deep down he knew it was comfort him too.

Ellie's eyes were wide, "What the fuck?"

Joel stared at the staircase, "Bill?"

Nothing.

"Frank?"

Joel turned to Ellie was a serious gaze and a soft voice, "You stay there. You hear anything, you see anything… yell."

"What if they're gone?"

Joel stopped, his grip on Y/N loosens as he turns back to Ellie was a desperate look before turning back and taking Y/N with him.

The two searched the house with their hearts in their stomachs before they moved back towards the entryway.

Ellie sat in the open room next to it at their dining room table. A note was in her hands.

"It… it's from Bill. Came with this."

She pushed a car key across the table towards them.

Joel took off his backpack. He carefully picked the key up. "So, they're dead?"

Ellie nodded with a soft "Uh-huh."

Y/N let out a soft cry, coving her hands over his mouth to muffle it.

Joel turned to her, his jaw clenched, as he pulled her to him silently. She grabbed the collar of his jacket and cried into his chest.

Ellie held out the note, "You wanna…?"

His hands wrapped around Y/N, one around her waist and the other into her hair. "Go ahead. You do it."

Ellie let out a soft sigh began to read.

August 29, 2023, If you find this, please do not come into the bedroom. We left a window open so the house wouldn't smell, but it will probably be a sight.

Y/N turned her head slightly against Joel's shoulder to watch Ellie as she read. He continued to gently play with her hair.

I'm guessing you found this, Joel because anyone else would've been electrocuted or blown up by one of my traps. Hehehehehehehe. Take anything you need. The bunker code is the same as the gate code but in reverse.  Anyway, I never liked you, but still, it's like we're friends, almost. And I respect you. So, I'm gonna tell you something because you're probably the only person who will understand.

Joel felt a slight wet feeling on his chest and looked down. The tears were silently falling from his girl's face. His hand ran up from her waist to her cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over it, wiping the tears as they came.

I used to hate the world and I was happy when everyone died. But I was wrong, because there was one person worth saving.  That's what I did. I saved him. Then I protected him. That's why men like you and me are here. We have a job to do, and God help any motherfuckers who stand in our way.  I leave you all of my weapons and equipment. Use them to keep- 

Ellie stopped, looking back up at them. 

Joel moved forward, his hands leaving Y/N as he grabbed the paper from Ellie's hand. 

He looked at it.

Tess.

…keep Tess and Y/N safe.

When Y/N moved to look over his shoulder at it, he stood tall. "Stay here."

He stormed out of the house. 

Ellie stood up, looking to the woman curiously.

"Leave him, Ellie. He needs time."

…

When he came back in, the two were still at the table, Y/N now sitting in one of the chairs. They both look up at him in question.

But he only looked at Ellie.

"Show me your arm."

She stepped towards him, pulling up her sleeve and showing him her arm.

He sighed, "I just finished makin' a truck battery. It's charging right now."

"..okay?"

"And I have a brother out in Wyoming. He's in some kinda trouble, and I'm heading out there to find him. He used to be a firefly…"

With this, Y/N stood up slowly, joining the two.

"…and my guess is he knows where some of them are out there. Maybe they can get you to wherever this lab is."

Ellie sighed, "Alright. Listen. About Tess…"

Joel held up his hand, not wanting to hear it, and sure as hell not wanting Y/N to hear it.

"If I'm takin' you with me, there's some rule you gotta follow. Rule 1: You don't bring up Tess. Ever."

Y/N noticed the tone in his voice. It was hurt and desperate.

"Matter of fact," he said, "we can just keep our histories to ourselves. Rule 2: you don't tell anyone about your…condition. They see that bite mark, they won't think it through. They'll just shoot you. Rule 3: you do what I say when I say it. We clear?"

There was no way Ellie could say no to the persistent glare he gave her, "Yes."

"Repeat it."

Y/N stepped forward, "Joel.."

He held a hand in front of her, stopping her, "Quiet, sweet girl."

She stopped.

Ellie thought for a moment, the silence deafening, "What you say goes."

Joel sighed, "…okay."

…

They spent the next few days in the house, gathering supplies. 

Y/N took it upon herself to gather their clothes and toiletries.

Joel was more focused on weapons and fixing the truck.

They were a good team.

She was sat in the living room, after her shower. Her hair was damp as she sorted through a few of the clothing boxes for last minutes pieces.

Ellie's voice brought her from her thoughts, "Well, don't you look pretty."

Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Joel all washed up. His hair was combed back, one of Bill's clean flannels on him. (^^ the gif at the top^^)

She smiled.

He looked at Ellie, "Shut up."

He then held his hand out, "C'mon, sweet girl. We have plenty."

Y/N stood, taking his hand.

…

Ellie's hand grabbed the passenger side door handle and Joel immediately grunted. "Nah-uh. Get in the back."

A smile ghosted her face and she got in the back.

Y/N smiled too, "I'll let you have it in a few hours. How about that?"

Joel grunted again, "No. She's a kid."

The girls rolled their eyes and continued like nothing happened.

Joel started the truck, relieved when it started. 

He felt Y/N's gaze on him.

When he looked at her, he found that she really was looking at him.

She reached up, her finger lightly grazing over the large cut on his cheek.

He mumbles, "Doesn't hurt anymore."

She nods, retracting her hand.

He reaches out, grabbing it.

He twists it, staring at the bruise from days ago on her forearm.

She mumbles in the same way, "doesn't hurt anymore."

He nods, the ghost of a smile making its way to his face. "Good."

They pulled away from all that was left of Bill and Frank as Linda Ronstadt played from the mixtape.

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Part 4

#joel miller imagine #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #the last of us #frank tlou #tlou fanfiction #bill tlou #tlou #joel miller fanfiction

[moonrisecoeur]

okay but like imagine a bully leon that's actually so subby when things get real…. like idk what it is but there's really something about guys that look kinda dom on the outside actually being really submissive on the inside… Imagine some kind of high school or even better, college AU where Leon's kind of an asshole to you first semester, and then you scheme with your friends to get revenge … just not the way he expected or smth, maybe at some cliche party you end up one on one with him and after some kind of heated confrontation you make your move, and even though his bully side tries to resist, his subby side pops out and he eventually gets reduced to a begging, sobbing mess. And you just mistreat him so well, he gets all clingy and pathetic by the end of it, all whiny, and you're almost rough with him, getting him so needy and then forcing him to apologize so much and beg, and acknowledge idk something like he was wrong, you're the best, etc, he needs you

I think this would work maybe with RE2 Leon the best, but RE4 leon possibly? There's really just something about RE2 leon being subby and RE2 leon being a really bratty bully type But yeah smth like brat taming with leon or something!! Maybe even spanking if he was that much of an asshole lmaoooo

(sorry if this sent twice i was having issues with tumblr)

this is a wonderful concept and all but be so for real my guy leon could not be a bully. especially re2 and re4. he’s too sweet and gentle to ada in re2 and ashley in re4 to ever truly bully someone.

buuuuuuuuut since u already got this idea so flushed out i might as well add to it!! sorry this isn’t as long as i’d like to to be i couldn’t really think of anything else to add!!

sub!bully!leon x slight mean dom!reader, no pronouns used, afab body parts mentioned.

leon likes your attention and feels like the only way he can get it is to be mean. the first time you both met, you didn’t realize he was trying to talk to you and just walked past him (with like earbuds in and stuff) and he was so heartbroken.

so every time he sees you in class he’ll be rude and abrasive, calling you insulting nicknames and stuff. he kinda likes the face you make when you get mad, the way your eyebrows furrow and your eyes stare sharply at him.

he’s also kinda mean to your friends because to him they’re an extension of you.

at this party, he’s been drinking, not too much because he’s cautious but enough to where he’s not completely sober. you as well.

you both start arguing when he bumps into you and knocks your drink out of your hand. he says a lot of cruel things that make your heart ache slightly. he’s so needlessly mean that you’re getting fed up with taking his shit.

you take a step closer to him, finally willing to do more than stand your ground, but actually fight back, “do you just want me to hate you that damn bad, leon? because you really seem to enjoy pissing me off.”

his body feels weak at your cold tone of voice. he’s suddenly not the evil, monstrous man that made fun of you, embarrassed you, called you names, talked down to you. he tries to keep up his front, but you see it cracking.

“i know you like it,” he says, “like it when i’m mean to you, don’t you? you want me to call you names and make fun of you, kinky bitch.”

you scoff, looking away from him. he couldn’t be more wrong.

“what? you think i’m wrong? prove it to me, prove that you don’t like me like this. show me that you’re worth anything more than being the dirt beneath my—”

“shut the fuck up, leon,” you groan as you come closer to him. it’s what he was afraid of, and god you’re so close to him… he’s worried he might explode from nerves. your hand presses against his chest as you push him away, and then suddenly, you’re up against him, he’s pressed against the wall, and your hand is back on his chest.

“uh, i.. i—” he says.

“what’s wrong? lost the ability to speak?” you ask him rhetorically, smirking, “you did get something right, i am a kinky bitch. just the wrong kind.”

“what?” he asks breathlessly. he looks like he’s about to pass out, face red, hands shaking. you would want to soothe him if he wasn’t such an asshole, “wrong kind?”

your hand on his chest drops to his crotch, groping him over his jeans, and he fucking whimpers. already. you come to the realization that leon kennedy, the bastard who’s been torturing you for months on end, is a fucking sub. good god.

“wait wait wait… hold on… i- what are you doing?”

your smirk grows, your breaths and sighs are satisfied, contented with holding him here, watching him stutter and whimper, “awh, i will admit. you’re much cuter when you’re not using that mouth to be rude. much, much prettier…”

his face is already red, his ears too. he looks messy, fragile, adorable.

“p-please,” his voice breaks, and you know you’ve won.

—

“stupid, stupid boy, thinks he can be mean to me? messed with the wrong girl,” you say, patronizingly soothing as you run your fingers through his hair, his cock buried inside of you as he hides his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, “you should say sorry, baby, for what you did to me.”

“fuck, i- i’m sorry, okay? i’m sorry about what i said to you a- and your friends! i’m sorry!”

you scoff, “no, you know that’s not good enough, try harder. tell me how pathetic and dumb you are.”

he whines, his lips pressing against your neck sweetly as an apology, and as a way out of giving you a real one. he grasps onto your body like you’re his only anchor to stability and sanity.

you try to coax him out of his shyness and get him to tell you all the things you want him to say, “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta tell me. tell me how mean and degrading and cruel you were to me, just to be my stupid, obedient boy after i flipped it on you. the second i was a little mean to you, you completely gave in to me, didn’t you?”

“y-yeah, i… i’m sorry, i know i haven’t been- ah, good for you, but please let me be. give me a chance to be good, please. i can be good.”

you just laugh, clearly annoyed with him, “stupid fucking thing, thinks he can make me forgive him by begging to give him the grace he never gave me. you will have to earn your forgiveness, baby.”

he whines, “can i please fuck you? please? i’ll show you how good i can be, how good i can make you feel, i’ll so whatever you say i promise!!!”

“no, sweetheart, you’re going to sit still. you’re going to cry and weep and sob about how sorry you are, about how much better i am than you, how you don’t deserve me or my pussy, and how badly you need me to treat you like you’re nothing.”

#i’m sorry if this makes no sense #can u tell i have no experience being bullied 😭 i’m so sorrry to anyone who has #this concept isn’t really my vibe so i’m sorry if i didn’t do it justice :/ #sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut #sub leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #resident evil

[norrisleclercf1]

It's All A Lie

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader x Charles Leclerc

Words: 3K

Warnings: Just pure angst, honestly it just hurts the entire time

Rating: PG-13

Synopsis: It all comes crashing down when your lies are all revealed, no one is spared and everyone leaves broken in some way

Our Boy Masterlist/ Previous: Hey Dad / Next: Letter 1

"Good to see me again?" Nico makes a noise of discomfort hearing the sharp edge of your father's voice. "I highly doubt this a good to see me again, moment Nico. Especially how we all left things off." Mr. Häkkinen cuts, deep Nico stepping back from Elijah. 

"Selitä itsellesi. Nyt." Flinching at your father's words, you feel like that little girl again, telling him you're pregnant. He was furious, more so that you were stupid enough to let Nico get your pregnant. It was a couple months before he came around. "Isä, minä olen," Mika holds his hand, not wanting to hear your excuses. 

"Elijah, go with your Pa and Dad." "No." Your eyes widen at Elijah's bold disobedience towards your father. "No? Boy, I suggest you do as you're told." Elijah stands his ground, refusing to move from Nico's side. "Elijah, do as you're told." Nico whispers, not wanting to make this worse. "Why? They're not my fathers, they didn't fucking know you're my father." Elijah spits. "Elijah James Leclerc-Norris, you will listen to your grandfather. Go." You snarl, furious at him acting like this. 

"I hate you, I hate you all!" Elijah yells, shoving past Charles and Lando. Lando reaches out for him, but he yanks his arm out of Lando's hold, running down the paddock. "Elijah, wait!" Lando yells, following after his little boy. "Nice job," Nico snides; as you turn, glaring at him, you open your mouth to start arguing, but Charles steps between you. "Enough," Charles's voice was dark, shaking with rage. 

"Charles is correct. The race is getting close to starting. And you," Mika hits you with a stern gaze. "Go find your son, try to repair what little relationship you have left with him." Chest shaking, you nod, "I'll be back." You whisper to Charles, hand on his back, but he steps away. "Take your time," Something in the way Charles says it tells you everything you need to know. 

"Charles," You reach out for him, but he steps back again. "I said go. You'll need the time to make up more lies to explain all of this." He walks past you; the ice of his words has your blood cold. "Charles," Watching his figure get swallowed by the crowd, you blink fast, everything too much. "Well, little Miss Innocent is getting her due justice. The time has finally come." Mika shakes his head but knows he can't defend you from this. Nico was right. 

"Fuck you, Nico!" Your ex can't help but chuckle at your words. You have nothing to throw in his face now. "Fuck me? You're the one who made me the villain! That I'm the horrible father. Wake up, sugar. Your worst nightmare is coming true," Stepping closer, Mika's hand thumps against Nico's chest as he leans in. "You're a horrible mother." "Hey!" Mika snaps, but Nico shrugs and steps back. "I hope lying about everything was worth losing the 3 most important people in your life." You watch, sniffling as Nico heads up the VIP entrance, losing sight of him as he walks through the doors. 

"Daddy." You whimper. Mika looks at you with nothing but disappointment and sadness. "I raised you better, and all you've shown me is that you're still that little girl who's angry at Nico. You did all this just to get back at him. And he's right, you're filled with such anger and contempt that you've lied to your son and your....whatever Lando and Charles are to you," Mika takes a deep breath, laying a hand on your shoulder. "Grow up, you have 2 children. Stop acting like one and face the music." His hand slides off as he heads back to the McLaren hospitality. 

Everyone's left you; you can't stop as you sink onto the stairs and sob. Nico left you again. Your father has left you, Elijah, and Lando. Charles, who promised never to leave you, has also left you. The loud cheers and roar of the engines tell you that the race has started. Phone binging, you tear it out of your pocket, thinking it's Elijah; instead, Cecile texting you that she's at the Mercedes garage. 

You don't move from your spot, choking on another sob as you throw the phone, yelling as it shatters. Nico was right; your worst nightmare was coming true. 

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"Daddy? When's Mama coming home?" Lando jumps a little, Cecile's voice shocking him as he tucks her in. "She's with some friends; she'll be home in the morning." Lando lies the words like acid. Lando hated lying; being told lies made him sick. "Okay, good night, Daddy." Cecile smiles. How Lando wishes she'd remain oblivious to the turmoil that will soon fall on the house. "Good night." 

"She asleep?" The bedroom door closes as Lando looks at Charles, who holds a photo album on his lap. "I," Lando's face crumbles. Charles is quick to toss the book to the side and moves, pulling Lando into his chest. "He said we weren't his fathers." Lando sobs, holding onto Charles for dear life. "I know." Charles was past tears, having cried on the podium. Everyone thought he was just happy. 

Unaware that Charles didn't know if he'd have a family to come home to. "She lied about everything, everything, Charles." Lando gasps, and the older one moves them to the little couch, sitting him down. Charles wants to say words of comfort, but how could he? He didn't know what to say. All he wanted to do was to scream at you until his throat was bloody and raw. Instead, he remains silent as Lando cries himself to sleep. 

Charles refuses to sleep; he can't. The anger was too intense, and each time he closed his eyes, your lies and memories of Elijah saying he wasn't his father kept him up. Lando tossed and turned, waking at odd hours either to check his phone or to cry. 

"Good morning." Cecile smiles, skipping down the stairs, ready for school. "Daddy? Papa?" Her face dropped, seeing the pale and sickly faces of her parents. "Hey, gummy bear. Ready to visit Grandmere?" Lando tries to smile but fails, lips wavering. "Yeah," Cecile's feet shuffle, unsure if she should ask what happened with Elijah. "I'll drive you," Charles grabs his keys, but his daughter waves him off. "I'll walk," "Wait," Lando calls, but the back porch door shuts, Lando hanging his head. 

"What do we say? Hey, Mama lied about everything? About her family? About your brother's father? How he didn't sign away his rights? Oh, we don't know where they are?!" Lando slams his glass into the sink, pieces of the cup flying up. Charles stares at his husband back; he wants to talk, but anytime he does. Nothing but vile words come up. "Well?" Lando snaps, turning to Charles. 

"Don't snap at me," Charles looking at Lando. "I don't know what to say. I want to be understanding, yet I only want to scream at her." Lando shakes his head, phone dinging with his alarm. "I have a meeting." Charles nods as Lando slides on his shoes and slams the garage door. The Front door opens, and Charles sighs as he cleans up the broken glass. "Did you forget your keys again?" He stops, seeing you in the kitchen archway. 

"Get out." "Charles, please," You plead, rushing to his side, but he moves behind the island. "Get out, get out of this house. You," Breathless, he tries to gather his thoughts. "Do you have any idea what you have done? Was Nico right? About it all?" Charles watches as you're unable to meet his eyes; he laughs, rubbing his face. "FUCK!" Jumping as he slams his hands down. 

"Years, you've had 16 years to tell us, me, the truth, and you didn't. I mean fuck, I should be to blame. I never asked you questions because I didn't want to dig up bad memories. I married you without even asking about your family. All this proves is that I was a fool in love." He spats as you take several deep breaths. "Was?" You ask, picking up that one word. "What?" "Was. You said I was a fool in love." You repeat his words. 

Charles's face sombers, standing up straight. "You're right. I was in love. Because you are not the woman I fell in love with. You're not the woman who carried both my children; you are a shell of lies. And I will not let you be around Lando or Cecile. Get some of your stuff and leave." You swear you could be sick at this moment. "Don't do this, please, Charles." Grabbing his arm, he rips it out of your hold. 

"Get out of my house. Don't come back until we're ready to talk to you." Tears fall down your cheeks; wiping them quickly, you nod. "What'd Elijah say when he came home?" You whisper. "He didn't come home last night." Charles stops, his anger swapped with realization at his words. "What do you mean he didn't come home last night? Where is my son Charles?" "Our son." Charles snarls, dialing Elijah's number. "Come on, baby, pick up." He whispers into the speaker, but it just goes to voicemail. 

"Dammit. Try calling him on yours." "I can't." His head snaps to you, confused. "I threw it at a wall yesterday, and it shattered." You explain, now feeling like a toddler after a tantrum. "I'll buy a new one for you later." Grabbing his keys, he slides on his jacket and shoes, jogging outside. "Where are you going?" You yell, stopping at the front door. "I'm doing what you can't seem to do: going after my son." Sliding into the car, you watch as he takes off down the winding roads of Monaco. 

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"I hate her." Mika chuckles as he sits in front of the teenage version of his daughter. Split lip and all. "No, you don't; you hate that she's not the woman you idolize. You hate that you've learned she's human. It happens to every child." Mika takes a bite of eggs, making a face. "She lied," Elijah whispers, pushing his breakfast around. 

"That she did, but she's been hurt for a long time. No excuse, though." Elijah looks out from the diner, taking in the people moving outside. They probably didn't have to deal with this, the lies. "Did you know that Lewis was the one to introduce your Mama and Nico?" Mika hums, sipping his coffee. Snorting, Elijah shakes his head, "I didn't even know Un, Lewis knew all of this until yesterday." "Course not, vitun lapset." Mika curses. 

"She just entered University. She knew Lewis through me, Mclaren days," Elijah smiles, remembering all the stories his Dad would tell him. "Anyways, your mother, she's been hurting for a long time. Nico healed a part of her, I think. He was older. She was wide-eyed and didn't understand the world." Elijah leans closer. You never told him anything about the days you were younger. 

"Their relationship was one of secrets. She hid it was her father, Nico, that he was even dating her. She wanted people to know, but he didn't. A love filled with secrets, lies, and god knows what else." Elijah takes a bite as Mika remembers when you came home to Finland, crying and broken. "They broke up, and Nico tracked her down. Found out who she really was. And well, let's just say you came to be during that whole mess." Making a face, Mika chuckles as Elijah gags. "Grandpa?" "Yes?" 

"Papa and Dad may never forgive me." He whispers, choking back tears. "Probably not." "That's not what you're supposed to say!" Elijah cries, slamming his fork down. The waitress is about to make her way over, but Mika waves her off. "What do you want me to say? That you have hurt the men who love you more than air? That the 16 years spent raising you meant nothing? Loving you, healing you, supporting you meant absolutely nothing? You chose a man you barely know over the two who have spent years shaping you into the man you are today." Elijah drops his head, wiping the snot and tears away. 

"Listen here, kid, some kids are fortunate to have just one father. Most don't even get just one; you have two amazing fathers. You're 16, so you don't realize how lucky you've got it, so wake up and see all the love and support you've got. Also, answer that damn phone. I'm tired of hearing Super Max." Elijah laughs, turning it over to see Ezra's face. Uncle Max's son and best friend. 

"Sup," "Sup, is that how you great people. Raised with no manners, were you?" Elijah smiles some more, shushing Mika. "Dude, you better be dead in a ditch somewhere." Ezra's familiar drawl fills his ears. "Why?" "Your Dad's flipping. I got woken up by Dad asking if I'd heard from you. Did you really run away from home yesterday?" Elijah groans, banging his head on the table. "Shit." "Yeah shit, Dad is freaking out, which means so are the others. Also, is it true that Nico Rosberg is your father? I thought Lando was?" Elijah looks around, Mika staring right at him. 

"It's true; how the hell did you hear about it?" "It's all over the internet; some fan overheard this crazy ass argument. Posted it all over the web. Shit, man, your family is loaded. Goddamn Formula 1 dynasty." Ezra chuckles before he yawns. "Fuck off, I barely know him. Besides, it's not a dynasty." "You sure? Because I think having the Flying Finn as your grandfather counts." Elijah bangs his head even harder on the table. 

"I'm hanging up now!" Elijah yells in the phone, Ezra's voice yelling as he hangs up. "I'll always say the internet," Mika squinting at his phone. "Is the worst thing to be invented." Turning his phone around, Elijah wants nothing more than to have the earth swallow him. 

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"Jesus. Passed around more than the Red Bull Second seat." Elijah the second line, disgusted with the headline, Mika shaking his head. "It'll get worse, but there is something worse than this." "Yeah, like what?" Elijah grumbles. "You're pissed off, Papa." Turning slowly in his chair, he turns to face the raging bull of his Papa. "Hi." 

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"Where are you going?" Fuck, you really didn't want to have this conversation. Turning, you see your daughter staring at you. She was like her father. Lando could turn off his emotions, too. She knew that he was his father. That stupid project she did on genetics revealed it all. "I'm going back home for a little bit." Folding your clothes, you lay them in your suitcase. 

"Why? We just got here? Grandmere is coming over tonight. You're heading back to London already?" Cecile was one filled with questions, always needing the answers, never the questions. "I'm not going to London. I'm, it's not important. Come here." You wave her over as the two of you sit on the edge of the bed. "Papa, Daddy, and I are fighting," She opens her mouth, but you hold your hand up. 

"Let me finish." She nods, letting you continue. "Yes, it has to do with Elijah and the rumors. Yes, Nico Rosberg is Elijah's father. I lied about it, about a lot of things. I don't think it'd be smart to be here for a little bit." "No." Cecile stands, pulling her hands out your own. "Cecile," "No, you can't. Papa and Daddy won't know what to do without you. They'll forgive you, just don't go, Mama." Cecile whispers, reaching out to wipe her eyes. 

"Baby, listen. Your fathers aren't happy with me, rightfully so. We need a small break to figure everything out." Cecile shakes her head fast. "Then I'm coming with you." She cries, tackling you in a hug and burying her head in your stomach. "Oh gorgeous, you can't." Pulling her off, you fix her hair, such lovely curls. She really was all Lando some days. "Daddy, Elijah, and Papa need you. I'll call when I land, okay? Just give this to Elijah." Placing a box in Cecile's arms, she nods as you zip up the suitcase. Placing one last kiss on her cheek, you head to the waiting taxi.

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"Irresponsible, stupid, dangerous, selfish! I could list some more if you'd like." Charles growls at his son, who curls in on himself each time Charles talks. "I'm sorry." He whispers the word exhausted on his tongue. "Sorry? Now you're sorry? You should have been sorry when you said Dad and I weren't your fathers. You should've been sorry when you ran away, and you definitely should've been sorry about what you said to Dad and when you pushed me away." Charles whispers the last part, pulling into the driveway, Lando's car in the garage. 

"I fucked up. I know that." "Don't curse." Elijah cringes, fiddling with his fingers. "Get inside, now." Nodding, Elijah climbs out of the car and heads inside. "Lando? What happened?" Hearing his Pa's worried voice, he moves quicker, seeing Cecile curled into his Dad, bawling her eyes out. "She left," Is all Lando whispers. 

"Who left?" Cecile picks her head up, crawling out of Lando's lap. "Mama did, and it's all your fault." She sobs, slamming the box into Elijah's chest. "Cecile, wait!" Charles calls, running after her while Lando stares at Elijah. "She left it for you," Elijah nods, unsure what to say. He hurt his Dad in a way only a child could. "I'm," He stops, saying sorry wasn't going to fix this, nothing he could ever say would fix this. 

"I'll be upstairs with your sister. She'll cry herself into a panic attack." Lando usually would kiss Elijah on the head. Instead, he brushes past him, leaving a chill. Holding the box, Elijah sits down, removing the lid. Inside lays letters upon letters. Pictures of his Mama and Nico, even Lewis. But one letter sticks out, wrapped in a black envelope. 

Tearing it open, he reads the first sentence. 

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

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CHAPTER FOUR | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: Jenna and Reader doing stupid stuff. and underage drinking Words: 6.0k A/N: Chapter five coming very soon don’t worry.

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"Please hurry the fuck up." Eli rushes you on the phone, his face barely visible on the screen due to the time of night. You take a deep breath and try to stay calm. "Eli shut the fuck up. I'm scared." You whisper yell, standing in front of your window.

Eli raises the phone, shaking his head with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't care! I feel like Jenna's going to pop out of the night shadow and scold me." You roll your eyes, "She's asleep."

"Oh? Is that supposed to be reassuring? She was also asleep when you decided to walk around the house naked." You glare at the screen. "I hate you so much." Eli laughs quietly, placing his phone down in his cup holder. "Cool. Now jump out the fucking window."

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Dylan Hughes was throwing a party to celebrate your team's win. You believed Jenna wasn't going to allow you to go, especially this late at night. So you just decided to break one of your parent's rules and sneak out.

You were careful not to make any noise as you opened the window. "This is a fucking two-level drop." You shivered at the thought of the sheer height of the drop. "JUMP BRO!" Eli yells and you glance behind you, worried he might've alerted Jenna.

"Can you actually shut your fucking mouth?" You whisper yell, Eli just grins and throws his hands up in surrender. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the windowsill and began to lower yourself slowly. You managed to land on the ground without making a sound, and you were off.

You heard Eli laugh on your phone as you hurried away. You kept running until you reached the safety of Eli's car, hanging up the phone. Eli started the engine and drove off. You both laughed in relief as Eli drove away from the scene.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in the fact that you had literally successfully jumped out of a window without getting hurt. "How far is the party?" You ask, finally putting on your seatbelt. Safety first.

Eli smiled and said, "It's only a few miles away. Just sit there and be a cute lil passenger princess." You rolled your eyes and sighed, but couldn't help but smile.

Before you knew it you had arrived, noticing multiple cars parked in and out of the driveway. You got out of the car and quickly noticed a large gathering of people. As you got closer you could hear music playing and laughter coming from inside the house.

You walked up to the door and knocked. A friendly face greeted you and welcomed you inside. You were instantly enveloped in the smell of alcohol and cannabis. Everyone inside was dancing, drinking, and having a great time.

"Let's get a drink," Eli says, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. You nod and follow Eli to the kitchen sitting down on the countertop. Eli grabs two beers and hands one to you. He grins and clinks his bottle against yours. "Cheers!" he says, before taking a long swig.

You take a sip of your beer, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it slides down your throat. "Jenna's going to be so pissed at me dude." You laugh and take another sip of your beer. "It's worth it," you add. "Let's hope she doesn't find out until tomorrow."

Eli laughs, "It'll be alright. I'll convince my wife to forgive you." He takes another swig of his beer, then pats your back. "Let's go socialize." You stand up and follow Eli through the crowd. You smile at old acquaintances and greet new ones. You feel the stress of the week lifting from your shoulders as you start letting loose and having fun.

Eli introduces you to the other guests and you start to feel more comfortable. Your worries start to fade away as you enjoy the company and good conversation. You've had about two more beers, and you start to feel a bit lightheaded. Eli notices and suggests you take a break and get some fresh air, but you reassure him you're fine.

Soon though, a hand finds its way to your back. You smile, turning around and notice Olivia.

"Oh, hey Liv." Olivia smiles back at you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I was wondering when you'd show up," she says. "Let's go grab a drink and catch up!" Ooh, more alcohol. You agree and the two of you head back to the nearest kitchen. As you walk and talk, you can't help but feel excited to be in Olivia's presence again.

You settle down into a couple of chairs in the kitchen and start chatting about anything that comes to mind, including Jenna. "Yeah, you seemed distracted last time I was talking to you. Who was that?" Olivia asks, taking a swig of her beer.

Your face begins heating up in embarrassment, Olivia smiles noticing and you can't help but smile back, letting out a small laugh. "Um...that was Jenna," you admit. Olivia raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of her beer, watching you with amusement. "Jenna, huh? What's the story?"

You grin ever wider, "My babysitter." You start to explain the story, feeling a bit foolish, but Olivia listens intently, laughing along at all the right moments. When you finish, she nods thoughtfully. "She seems to like you."

You smile and shrug. "I like her too." Olivia raises an eyebrow at you, "I mean like like you." You shake your head, sipping on your bear. "Nah, she's married." Olivia nods knowingly. "Ah, I see. Well, you never know what can happen." She smiles at you. "But I'm sure you'll find someone you really like someday."

"I really like you." What the fuck were you saying? No more alcohol, for real this time. Olivia blushes, and she looks away. She takes a deep breath and smiles, her gaze meeting yours again. "I like you too." She says softly.

Eli turns his head from the group, looking for you at the party. His heart drops when he finds a familiar short brunette instead of his best friend. "Fuckkkkk!" He says to himself, excusing himself from the group. He quickly scans the room, looking for any sign of you. When he doesn't find you, his heart sinks even further.

Jenna walks throughout the party, searching for you as well. If anyone could see her face in the dark they'd definitely see the anger and disappointment on her face.

Olivia was now seated in your lap, her hands roughly grabbing your hair as she explored your mouth with her tongue. You grab her waist, pulling her closer to you, trying to deepen the kiss. Jenna watches in disgust, her jaw clenching. Eli now enters the kitchen, standing beside Jenna. "Jenn—" he stops himself when he sees the scene in front of him.

You pull away from the kiss, not even noticing the two staring at you.

You're too focused on the girl in front of you, her beautiful brown eyes with yours, her lips slightly parted, and her freckles that made her seem so innocent. Jenna was so goddamn beautiful. You felt your heart racing, and your palms started to sweat. You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to finally tell her how you felt. "Je—"

Jenna had seen enough. She quickly marched up to you and pulled Jenna off you, her face now red with rage. "JENNA?" You stammered, finally finding your words. She glared at you and let go of Olivia? Wait, what?! You weren't kissing Jenna? You look back and see Olivia standing there, confused as hell.

You and me both, you think to yourself. She grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the party, Jenna starts to yell. "What were you thinking?! I can't believe you!" You try to explain but can't find the words. Jenna shakes her head and almost pushes you out of the front door. You stand outside the house, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. You try to apologize, but you honestly don't know what to say.

Jenna just stares at you, her eyes full of anger and disappointment. She shakes her head again and walks away, mumbling. "Jenna wait!" Jenna pauses, turning around to face you. You walk closer and you're about to pour your heart out, but all you let out is a nasty burp.

Jenna's face turns from disappointment to shock, and she turns away again. You reach out to grab her arm but she shrugs it off and walks away without a word. You feel a deep sadness in your heart as you watch her go.

She stops to turn around again, "Get in the fucking car." You hesitate for a moment, but you quickly get in the car and Jenna quickly drives away. The two of you remain silent the entire journey, and all you can hear is the sound of the engine and the wheels against the pavement.

The car stops suddenly and Jenna gets out without a word. She slams the door and storms away, leaving you alone. You sit in silence, feeling the weight of the moment before exiting as well, and walking inside your home. You go into the kitchen and sit down, feeling lost and confused. Jenna comes out a few moments later, searching through the fridge for a water bottle.

She finally grabs a bottle and turns to you, "Drink this so you can sober up." You take the bottle from her and drink it, feeling the cool liquid running down your throat. "M... perfectly fine?" You say, your head spinning.

"Jenna. Jenna, the world is spinning." Jenna looks at you with a resigned expression. She takes the bottle away from you and sighs. "Come on. Let's get you to bed." You stand up and almost fall, but Jenna catches you, resting a hand on your stomach.

She guides you to your bedroom and helps you onto the bed. She pulls the covers over you and makes sure you're comfortable before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You don't know what time it is when you wake up, but the sun is still down. You sit up blankets falling from your body. Oh, that's nice. You only had on your undergarments. Your head was pounding badly, and you felt like you were going to be sick. You looked around, trying to get your bearings, and realized you were in your bed.

You look around and notice that your clothes are scattered on the floor, and you have a faint memory of what happened the night before. You realize you had been drinking, and you start to worry about what you may have done. You groan and suddenly your door opens.

Your heart sinks as you see Jenna in the doorway. Jenna's expression is unreadable, and you can't bring yourself to meet her gaze. She takes a deep breath and speaks. "Are you starting to sober up?" You nod, feeling ashamed. "Yeah...I think so." You're aware of the consequences of your actions, and you know you deserve the punishment you're about to receive.

You sit there, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, regret. You can tell that Jenna is disappointed in you, and you can't think of anything to say in your defence. You wait for her to speak, dreading what she might say.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Jenna joins you and you brace yourself for Jenna's words. "You seem to be sober enough to speak without burping." Jenna's voice was gentle, but you could still detect the hurt in her words. You felt a lump in your throat, but you managed to say a few words of apology. "I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, you're sorry." Jenna sighed and shook her head. "First you see me naked and then I'm stupid drunk." You hung your head in shame. You had no excuse for your behaviour. You wanted to make it up to her, but you knew it would take a lot to earn back her trust. "I didn't mean to ruin our relationship."

"Relationship? It's a friendship we have," she sighed. "I thought we were getting close...?"She shook her head and got up. "You're still drunk."

You grab her hand, pulling her back down to you. You looked her in the eye and said, "You're so beautiful, Jenna. Jacob's an idiot for not realizing what he's missing." She looked away, her cheeks turning pink. She opened her mouth to reply but no words came out. She took a deep breath and looked back at you, a faint smile on her lips.

Your free hand moves to Jenna's waist, feeling the silky robe against your fingers and the curve of her body. This is when you take notice of her out outfit, a black silky robe hangs from her body, accentuating her curves and revealing hints of her skin underneath. You feel a warmth in your chest, and you know you won't be able to resist her.

You draw her close to you, your lips meeting hers as you embrace her in a passionate kiss. The warmth of her body against yours is intoxicating, and you can feel your heart racing as the kiss intensifies. Jenna's hand goes to push you away, but she relaxes into the kiss, unable to resist the feeling that is growing inside her.

You can't believe you're kissing Jenna, and she's kissing you back. Her hand moves from your chest to your thigh, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You pull her closer and run your hands through her hair. Jenna lets out a soft moan and pulls away, her lips still tingling from the kiss.

You look into her eyes, a mixture of desire and surprise. You can feel her heart beating against your chest, fast and strong. "Go to bed." She whispers, pulling away from you. You nod, unable to find the words to express the emotions coursing through you. You both know that this won't be the last time.

Jenna heads to her room, unsure of what to feel. You watch her go, a smile tugging at your lips.

Meanwhile, she glances at the ring on her nightstand. She's married. Unhappily, yes. But, she can't help but feel dirty for kissing you.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart. One part of her is guilty and the other part of her is extremely turned on. She raises two fingers to her mouth, her breathing becoming heavier as she tastes her own skin. She knows she should stop, but can't seem to resist the urge. She closes her eyes and savours the moment, letting it wash over her.

She can feel the heat radiating from her body and she knows this is wrong, but the pleasure is too great to ignore. Her fingers make their way to her inner thighs, feeling the warmth that has built up there. She bites her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as she gives in to her desires. She closes her eyes and lets the pleasure take over.

One thing is on her mind. You. She knows she should stop, but the temptation is too strong. Her heart pounds in her chest as she imagines you in the room with her, feeling your hands on her body. She lets out a moan of pleasure as she finally gives in to the desire. "Fuck, Y/NNNN..."

Her own fingers began speeding up, and she throws her head back, her mouth slightly agape. The pleasure intensifies as she edges closer and closer to her climax. Her breathing is ragged, her body trembling as her orgasm approaches. With one final moan, she succumbs to the pleasure, and the waves of pleasure crash over her.

"Good morning," Jenna says, a coffee in her hand. "Morning." You greet her back, sitting down beside her on the bar stool. She takes a sip of her coffee and looks at you with, "Sober now?" You nod, shutting your eyes for a slight moment. "My head's still pounding but I'm alright," you say, rubbing your temples.

"You deserve what you're feeling." Your eyes widen a bit before you let out a small chuckle, 'Yeah... I guess I do. Sneaking out and getting drunk was a bad idea." You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I won't make you wait another two weeks to apologize for my mistake."

Your slight smile makes its way onto Jenna's lips, "Thank you." You nod, watching her take another sip of her drink. "Do you... do you remember what happened last night?" You furrow your brows, trying to recall the events of the previous night. You shake your head, "No, I don't remember much." Jenna sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit.

Jenna looks away and takes a deep breath. "It's okay," she says softly. "You better be happy it's a holiday." She takes a sip from her drink and leans back in her chair. You smile stupidly, "Happy birthday Georgie." Your school was out due to the fact it was George Washington's birthday.

Jenna can't help but laugh, subconsciously placing an arm on your bicep. You look at her and smile, relieved that she had forgiven your mistake. She gives your arm a squeeze, then pulls away, getting up from her chair. "You're funny," she says. You blush, feeling embarrassed. She grins before walking away, leaving you alone in the room to contemplate what had just happened.

You're back in your room texting Eli.

you - bro

you - i did something

you - idk how to feel abt it

eli - don't tell me u two had sex

you - bro i kissed her

eli -

eli - you're blocked for life

you - fr tho like

you - i told her i didn't remember, but of course i remembered.

eli - i can't believe she kissed u after olivia had her tongue down ur throat

you - what.

eli - u dont remember?

you - no i dont fucking remember

eli - i didnt think u were that drunk

you - i had like five beers

eli - nobody told ur ass to drink all ts

eli - anyways. yea, u were kissing in the kitchen and jenna randomly appeared.. do not ask me how she found out about the party, but she was staring at u two angry as hell

you -  why didn't u tell me she was at the party

eli - I COULDNT FIND U MF

you - you should have tried harder.

eli - don't talk to me like that, i tried looking everywhere.

eli - why is it so hard for u to not be an idiot when i'm not around

you - stfu

you - can u do me a favor?

eli -

eli - fine.

"And they were kissing! Right in the middle of the party." Jenna seethes at the phone. All Emma can do is slowly nod her head as Jenna continues to rant. "It was disgusting!" Jenna shakes her head in disbelief. She takes a deep breath to calm down. "I can't believe it!"

"Shouldn't you be more upset about the fact that Y/N snuck out of the house and got drunk?" Emma says, a slight furrow in her brows. Jenna looks at Emma, her eyes narrowing. "That too," she says, her voice low. "But still, kissing like that in public. It's just wrong."

"They're young and it was a party." Emma shrugs. "It's not illegal. Besides, it was just a kiss." Jenna sighs and shakes her head. "It's still inappropriate behaviour." Emma's lips start to curve up into a smile. "Or you're just jealous." Jenna's face contorts in anger. "That's not it and you know it."

Emma laughs and Jenna glares at her. "I'm not jealous," Jenna says firmly. "I'm just looking out for her."

She really was. You can't just sneak out and get drunk at a party and expect everything to be fine. Jenna wanted you to understand that there were consequences to your actions, and that she was only trying to look out for you. She didn't want you to make a mistake you would regret later. Jenna's advice was out of love, not jealousy.

Or maybe a bit of it was. In her mind here she was, no longer caring about all the worries in her mind about trying something new. Then the next day you sneak out and make out with another girl in the middle of a party. "Jenna, it's okay to admit you were jealous."

Jenna shook her head and sighed. She knew she was feeling jealous, but she also knew she was trying to make herself feel better by blaming it on something else. She couldn't deny the truth any longer. Jenna turns away from the screen, her jaw clenched. "Okay. I was jealous."

Emma watches her, a smug look on her face. "See. It's not that hard." Jenna looked away, embarrassed. She couldn't believe she had let her emotions get the better of her. "Y/N is eighteen, okay? And she's single. If you would stop being scared and forget about Jacob and allow yourself to be happy then we wouldn't be on this call anymore."

Jenna looks back at the screen, still upset. "Speaking of Jacob! You'd never believe what that asshole said to me." She shook her head in disbelief. "He said he wants an open marriage. Can you believe that?" Her voice was tight with anger.

"Saying he has needs too. I'm so done with him." She took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm done with him," she said again, more firmly this time. "I'm not going to put up with this kind of disrespect."

"And you shouldn't." Emma says, "No one should ever have to put up with that kind of treatment. You deserve to be with someone who respects you and your decisions." Emma paused for a moment, looking Jenna in the eye. "Promise me you won't stay in a relationship where you're not respected. You deserve better than that." She smiled softly before continuing. "Maybe Y/N could be that..."

Jenna pauses, staring at her best friend over the screen before blurting out, "She kissed me. Last night." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. Jenna felt her heart racing, her mind whirling at the thought of your lips on hers. Emma's mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally managed to speak. "I--," she breathed, "WHAT?"

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was.

Jenna smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "Yeah," she said, relieved that Emma was as surprised as she was. Her smile starts to fade, "But I don't think she remembers it." Jenna's shoulders slumped. She bit her lip, not sure what to say.

Emma smiled sympathetically. "It's okay," she said. "I wish I was there to give you a hug." Jenna smiled again, this time a little bigger. "Thanks, Em," she said. She felt a little better knowing that Emma was there with her, even if it was just over the phone.

Jenna's phone began vibrating, another call incoming. Emma sighed. "I better let you go, sounds like you have another call. I'm here if you need me." Jenna thanked her again before ending the call, feeling a little more comforted. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello?"

"Jenna," her jaw clenches at the voice of her husband. "Please, just let me apologize." Jenna was silent for a moment, trying to process everything that had happened. She could feel her heart racing and her palms getting sweaty. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm listening."

He began to explain himself, although she could hear the hesitation in his voice. "I--I'm so sorry for even suggesting something like that Jenna. I've just been so stressed and tired. I miss you so much."

Jenna knows she loves Jacob. She accepted his proposal for a reason. Everything used to be so perfect. They'd have their honeymoon phase, travel together, and go on romantic dates. But now things have changed and Jenna is not sure if she made the right decision.

But she can't help but think about the old times. Was this just a rough patch they'd get over? She remembers how in love they were and how they could talk for hours without getting bored. Or how'd they'd laugh together and share each other's joys and sorrows?

They were extremely young and in love. She still loves him, but is it enough? She wonders if they can ever get back to the way things were. She's scared to take the risk, but she knows it's worth it.

Jenna waited a few moments before she said, "I know. I miss you too." He smiles on the other side of the phone. "I'm glad. I was thinking about us a lot and our first kiss, our first date, our first time..." She laughed softly. "Me too." He smiled wider, feeling the warmth of the moment, despite the distance. "Let's start again when I come back."

"I'll be different this time. I won't take you for granted again." She nodded, tears springing from her eyes. "I promise," he said, his voice full of emotion. She quickly wipes her eyes as he resumes. "I love you, Jenna. And I know I haven't been there like I should be, but that's going to change. I'm shortening my trip so we can be happy again. And plan our wedding."

Jenna smiled through her tears and hugged herself tightly. She whispered, "I love you too. I can't wait for our wedding." A sniff is heard on the phone, "I love you." He repeats, sitting down on the couch in his Airbnb. Jenna smiled, wiping the tears away with her sleeve. She was filled with a warmth she hadn't felt in a while. She knew things were going to be alright.

He really sounded like he meant it this time. Jenna knew that this time it was different. She felt a sense of peace and security. She knew that her relationship with him was going to last and that they would have a beautiful future together.

Jenna put her trust in him and knew that he would stay true to his word. She believed that they had a chance to build something special and that together they could have a future filled with love and understanding.

She decided to take a chance and trust him. No more drunken kisses from you, or sneaky glances. It had to end, officially this time. She had chosen him, and she had to stick to her decision. You were still young, you had a whole life ahead of you. Why would she try and take that away from you?

Would you even want to settle down at eighteen? How would your parents feel about this? There were so many cons to this situation, it would be a mistake to choose you. She knew if she wanted to move forward in life, she had to let you go.

You fix Eli's bowtie, and then his collar. You straighten Eli's shirt and help him adjust his jacket. He rolls his eyes at you, trying his best from letting out a groan. You smile back before stepping away to admire your handiwork. "Perfect," you say, smiling.

"Shut the hell up," he says, glaring at you. You laugh and step away, allowing Eli to walk ahead of you. Despite the eye roll and grumpy reply, you know Eli appreciates your help. "Is the car started?"

Eli nods at the question and continues to walk. "Wait!" You shout after him, and Eli turns around. "How do I look?" Eli gives you a faint smile before replying, "You look like you're about to impress my wife."

Eli turns back around and continues walking. You smile to yourself, feeling a wave of confidence. You take a deep breath and make your way to Eli's car.

To apologize to Jenna for your behaviour, you booked a late reservation at a downtown restaurant. You made sure the menu was okay for her pescetarian diet. You also brought a bouquet of flowers as an additional gesture. Eli is supposed to knock on Jenna's door, ask her to get dressed and then drive you to the restaurant.

"Shit, the flowers." You say to yourself, opening the rear door to the car and picking up the flowers from the seat before shutting the door. You quickly check the flowers to make sure they're still in good condition. After that, you take a deep breath and lean against the car waiting on Jenna and Eli.

Suddenly, you hear the sound of laughter and you look up to see Jenna and Eli walking up the driveway. You smile and stand up, holding the flowers out for Jenna. Jenna smiles and takes the flowers, thanking you for the surprise. "Of course, I wanted to take you out of the way I acted."

Jenna looks deeply into your eyes and you can tell she appreciates the gesture. She wraps her arms around you and you feel a warmth in your chest. "Thank you, Y/N." You return the hug and can feel her relax. You pull away and smile at her. "Anytime," you say.

Eli then opens the rear door for the two of you, Jenna smiles widely and gets inside, but before you could follow Eli grabs your arm, holding you back. "Dude, she's wearing her ring again." You look down at her hand, and sure enough, there was a ring on her finger.

You felt your heart sink and didn't know how you were supposed to feel. Eli gave you a sympathetic look before releasing your arm and walking back to the driver's seat. You got into the car, and the three of you drove off. As the car made its way through the city, you couldn't help but feel a little bit of disappointment.

How could she wear that ring after she kissed you? Eli glanced at you in the rearview mirror, his expression unreadable. You looked away, feeling embarrassed and confused by the muddle of emotions within you. You knew it was best to let it go, and you reminded yourself that it was just a kiss. You had to accept the fact that it didn't mean anything to her.

You forced a smile and tried to push down the hurt that was rising in your chest. You had to keep your cool and pretend that this didn't bother you. "I feel extremely underdressed," Jenna says laughing from beside you. She had on a pair of black jeans, a white tee, and a black jacket to match.

You glance down at your outfit, a pair of black slacks, a white button up and a black blazer. "You look good." You honestly say, shrugging.

Jenna smiles and shrugs, something about her knowing twinkle in her eye. You laugh, feeling the moment pass and the tension break. You take a deep breath and feel the hurt inside of you subside. You began taking off your blazer and white button-up, revealing a plain t-shirt underneath. "Ta-da!" Jenna laughs, the twinkle in her eye giving way to a genuine smile.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm a big girl, I could deal with a bad outfit." "I know," you said, "but I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, you look great in this."

She smiled and thanked you for your kindness. You felt relieved that she appreciated your gesture. Suddenly the car stops, and Eli glances at the two of you in the rearview mirror. You realize that you've arrived at your destination and Eli is waiting for you to get out. You look at the woman one last time before stepping out of the car, still feeling the warmth of her smile.

"This place looks so fancy." She mumbles to you, looking at the modern restaurant in front of her. You smile at her reassuringly. "It'll be alright. Come on, let's go in." You take her hand, leading her toward the entrance. Taking a deep breath, you step inside. The waiter greets you with a warm smile and shows you to your table. You order your food, and as you wait, you can feel the tension in the air.

She's definitely thinking about the kiss. Oh, hey... it looks like she has antlers. You let out a small giggle causing Jenna to furrow her eyebrows, but she can't help but smile. "What?"

"The uh, the decoration behind you makes it look like you have deer antlers." Jenna's cheeks flushed as she quickly turned around to see what was behind her. She let out a light laugh, "Take a photo." You pull out your phone and snap a picture of her with the antlers in the background.

Jenna sighed as you handed her the phone, "I can't believe I didn't notice this when I walked in." You laughed and said, "It's ok, I didn't notice it either." She looks at it again before letting out another laugh, handing you your phone.

Despite the joke between you, everything felt awkward. Jenna nervously looked away, unsure of what to say next. You tried to break the silence by making a joke, but it fell flat. You both stood in uncomfortable silence. Your eyes couldn't help but glance at the ring on her finger.

Is she really happy? A happily married woman wouldn't kiss someone else right? You shook your head, trying to shake off the thought. You had to face the truth: she was married. You could never be anything more than a friend and you had to accept it.

Thankfully your waiter arrived with your drink. You thanked him and took a sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself from the situation. You knew she would never be yours, and you had to accept it.

"How--" "Are--" You both try to speak at the same time, she hesitated, and you waved your hand for her to go first. She smiled, and said, "How are you doing?" You smiled back and said, "I'm okay, I still feel bad about earlier today." She nodded in understanding. "It's okay, we all make mistakes. I forgive you." You smiled gratefully, thankful for her understanding.

Jenna took a sip of her wine, eyeing you the entire time. Was this supposed to be a date? She didn't know what she was doing here, or what your motives were. She nervously put the glass down and cleared her throat. She decided to find out what was going on and asked you directly: "Why did you invite me here?"

"To apologize." You say, your voice low. "You already did and I forgive you." You nod. "And also talk about our kiss." She felt a flush of heat on her cheeks. She looked at you, her heart racing in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"I--I, I had lied because I didn't want to make things awkward between us. But, gosh. I couldn't get it out of my mind, Jenna." Jenna's heart skipped a beat. She looked away, not sure what to say. "Y/N," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper. You continue, "I don't know where this could lead, but... I just, I don't know? I wanna try?"

Jenna lifted her gaze and met yours. "I'm married--" You cut her off, tired of the excuse and that stupid ring. "You're engaged! And unhappy!" Jenna shook her head, staring at you with her eyes wide and filled with a multitude of emotions. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I just can't leave him."

You open your mouth to speak but Jenna stands up quickly, "I have to go." You watched her walk away, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. You wanted to tell her that she deserved better but you knew she wouldn't listen. You sat there for a few minutes, feeling helpless. You wished you could do something, anything, to make her stay. You knew it was too late.

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[hockey-fics]

Instagram Official - Vince Dunn

Social media influencer: a title that was hard to accept. Girlfriend: a title even harder to accept.

Word count: ~2,800

Warnings: very, very toxic behaviour all around, drinking.

“You’re pissing me off.”

Lifting your head from your phone you focus on the source of the statement, standing across the kitchen island from you. “Alright,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You just spent like an hour on FaceTime with some guy you’ve been fucking for months-.”

“Oh my god,” you groan, cutting him off. You roll your eyes before turning your attention back to your phone, to the text message you were in the midst of sending. 

“Look at me,” Vince snaps, getting your attention again. “Why’d you fly up here if you were just going to spend this whole weekend acting like a bitch?”

“Get over yourself,” you mutter, pushing yourself away from the kitchen counter. “I’m going to get ready for tonight.”

Disappearing into the bedroom you yank your suitcase onto the end of the bed, digging through your haphazardly packed suitcase. Vince. He had messaged you on Instagram one day, a DM so bland and boring you should have ignored it. But how could you when he looked the way he did? You were an influencer, as much as you hated that term. So it wasn’t like you were shocked to receive an unsolicited DM from someone of Vince’s caliber, but it was shocking when he came up the weekend after the first DM to attend a party you were having.

That was six months ago. 

You had spent six months seeing each other here and there, when he would fly up to see you or you would fly down to see him. You were lucky that money wasn’t of a major concern for either of you, allowing you to make last-minute, unplanned trips back and forth. Nothing ever really came of those trips. Lot of drinking, partying, hooking up. The two of you had never once had a conversation about ever being more than just that, friends with benefits. Tugging your t-shirt off you toss it carelessly onto the ground. 

“I don’t want you to see him anymore.”

Turning around you look over at Vince, leaning against the doorframe of his own bedroom, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come in. 

“What?” you mutter, eyes narrowing as you shake your head. 

“Riley,” Vince states, saying his name like it disgusted him. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”

“Fuck off,” you mumble, turning back around to try to find the specific pair of jeans you were fairly sure you had thrown into your bag before you left.

“Fine, then this is over,” Vince snaps, catching your attention again, in all the wrong ways. 

Slowly turning around you cross your arms over your chest. “What exactly is going to be over, Vince?”

“This.”

“Alright...doesn’t bother me,” you mutter, eyes staring unflinchingly into his. You knew it wasn’t true, he wasn’t really going to end this. There wasn’t anything worth ending. If it wasn’t worth making official he wasn’t going to officially end it. 

You could tell you had gotten under his skin, not falling for his fake threats. “Just get dressed,” he mutters, pushing his shoulder away from the doorframe. 

“Sorry, are we still going out tonight? I thought this was over?”

“Get dressed,” Vince states again before turning around and leaving the room before you have the chance to say anything else. 

Sighing loudly you turn back to digging through your suitcase. Eventually you piece your outfit together, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready for the night. You’re not in there long before Vince appears in the open doorway again, quiet for a few minutes. “Do you want a drink?”

You look at Vince through the mirror in front of you, not bothering to stop what you're doing to talk to him. “Is that your way of saying sorry?”

“Do you want one or not?”

Sighing you roll your eyes again. “Yes,” you mutter. You watch him leave the room, returning a moment later with a can of Twisted Tea, setting it down on the counter in front of you. “Thanks,” you whisper. 

“How much longer are you going to be?” Vince asks, his eyes transfixed on you. “We could go for dinner before meeting everyone at the bar.”

You turn your attention fully to Vince this time, pivoting to face him. “That doesn’t sound very over of us.”

Vince groans loudly, shaking his head. “Do you want to go or not? I don’t know what you want from me.”

“To say sorry, Vince. You’re being an asshole.”

“Fine, I’m sorry,” he huffs. 

You knew the apology wasn’t as sincere as it should have been. You knew you probably shouldn’t accept the apology. But at the end of the day, the two of you were never serious enough for a serious apology. “Where do you want to go for dinner?”

Vince’s demeanour shifts, straightening up as a slight smile spreads on his lips. “You can pick.”

“Lucky me,” you whisper with a playful smile, continuing on with getting ready for the night. 

The dinner with Vince passes quite uneventfully. He tells you about his recent games, fills you in on the never-ending drama with his friends and his teammates. You tell him about your upcoming plans, events you were attending, collaborations you were doing. The two of you manage to survive dinner without any arguments. 

You had been to this club you were going to once before with Vince, one of the first times you came to Seattle to see him. Walking in this time the vibe was different, louder, rowdier. Finding the familiar group of people you had spent time partying with every time you were in town you go through a round of hellos at the booth tucked away in the corner. 

“Let’s go get a drink,” you say to Vince, setting your hand on his bicep, smiling up at him. 

Vince nods, sliding his hand to your lower back as he guides you through the building to the bar. Leaning into the bar you feel Vince run his hand around your waist, tugging you into his side. Giggling you turn your attention to him. “What are you doing?”

“What?” Vince asks, pulling you even closer. 

“Why are you being like…this?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention away from him when the bartender steps in front of you, asking what you’d like. “Two tequila shots, a vodka soda, and a rum and coke, please,” you tell the bartender. 

Vince pulls back and when you look at him you notice his wallet in hand. It wasn’t like he didn’t always try to pay for you, but after so many times of insisting on paying for yourself you were surprised that he would still try. Shaking your head you place your hand over his, pushing his wallet away as you fish some cash out of your wallet, handing it to the bartender quickly. 

“I can pay,” Vince whispers, leaning down so close his lips were brushing against your ear as he said it. 

“I know you can,” you tell him, watching the bartender set a couple shots of tequila in front of you. “But so can I.” Sliding one of the shots in front of Vince you pick up your own, waiting to cheers him before quickly pouring the liquid into your mouth and down your throat as quickly as you could. You watch Vince do the same before taking your drink, the two of you heading back to the table. 

You spend some time catching up with his friends before convincing Vince to follow you out onto the dance floor. His hands are all over you, yanking you closer anytime you would stray away from him. The slightest attempt to pull away would lead to a harder tug back.

Wiggling yourself out of his grasp you attempt to step back, feeling him tighten his grip on you. “Jesus Christ, Vince,” you snap, shaking him off your arm. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll come with you,” Vince calls over the loud music. 

“To the bathroom?” you reply, eyebrows raised as you stare up at him. 

“No, but-.”

Shaking your head you take another small step back from him. “Just let me have a little space, Vince.” Quickly you spin around, not waiting to hear any more of his arguments. Hurrying through the building you duck into the bathroom, the music quietening slightly behind the heavy door. Pulling your phone out you let your drunken hands text the group chat of your closest friends. 

‘help. he’s being weird.’

Olivia: ‘what does weird mean?’

‘clingy’

‘possessive’

‘kinda pissing me off’ 

Olivia: ‘girl, be for real, you know he’s in love with you’

Sam: ‘You’re too much for him’ 

‘what the hell does that mean sam??’

Sam: ‘He’s boring’ 

‘you’ve never met him’

Sam: ‘I’m assuming’

‘well he’s not'

Olivia: ‘look at you, standing up for your man’

‘he’s not my man’

‘gotta go’

Sam: ‘Gotta go back to your man’

Olivia: ‘have fun, stay safe’

Glancing into the mirror you do your best to fix your hair and makeup before leaving the bathroom. You find Vince quickly, easily. He had made his way back to the table, as you had expected. Sitting down next to him with a huff you stare straight ahead of you at the wall on the either side of the table. 

“What’s your problem?” Vince asks. You can tell he’s looking at you but you don’t turn your head to look back at him. 

“You,” you deadpan. 

“What did I do?” Vince exclaims, hands lifting in defence. 

Sighing you finally turn your head to look in his direction, eyes locking with his. “You’re being so clingy and it’s annoying.”

“Sorry,” Vince drawls, shaking his head. “I was just trying to enjoy my time with you but, whatever, guess you don’t want that.”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “Don’t be so fucking dramatic. We can have fun together without you needing to have a vice grip on me all night.”

“Wow, I’m so glad this is how I’m spending my Saturday night off,” Vince mutters sarcastically, pushing his empty glass away from himself on the table. 

Rolling your eyes you push your chair back dramatically, standing up a second later. 

“Where are you going?” Vince asks with a sigh. 

“I don’t know, Vince, but I’ll get out of here and let you have the fun Saturday night you were hoping for.” Your eyes hone in on the door, making a beeline for it. By the time you were outside, Vince had caught up to you, following you out into the cold night air. “Leave me alone,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest in a futile effort to keep yourself warm. 

“Where are you going to go?” Vince breathes out, watching you shrug in response. “Let’s just go back to my place.”

“Why? So you can bitch at me about all the guys I’m sleeping with and how I’m just ruining your days off?”

“All the guys?” 

You want to scream, right then and there on the streets of downtown Seattle. “You’re have to be fucking with me right now,” you state, turning to look at him. “You’re such an asshole.”

“I’m not the one always bragging about all the people I’m sleeping with,” Vince snaps. 

“I’m not bragging,” you yell back at him, no longer worried about keeping your composure. “I didn’t even tell you about Riley and I, you figured that out on your own, that’s not my goddamn fault. We have never, not once, made things official so don’t be such a jerk.”

“Whatever,” Vince mutters, shaking his head. “Can’t wait till you go home and I can screw someone who isn’t trying to fuck up my life.”

You can feel the pure anger ripping through your body, hot and furious and just a little jealous. Before you know what you’re doing your hands are on his chest, shoving him away from you. “Fuck you, Vince. I wish I never fucking met you,” you snap. 

Your hands are still on his chest, fingers shaking. You didn’t even realize you were crying, not till the tears were pooling on your cheeks and Vince was wrapping his hands around your wrists, pulling you into him. “Hey, woah, okay,” he mumbles, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your back. “Let’s go home, okay?”

With a quiet sniffle, you wiggle your way out of his arms, nodding in response to his suggestion. You watch him pull out his phone to get an Uber before sliding his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders. For a second you contemplate telling him to keep the jacket. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he didn’t need to be doing that, he shouldn’t be doing that. But you don’t. You don’t because you’re cold but you also don’t because honestly, you liked it. You liked how warm his jacket felt around you, his body heat still lingering on the fabric, how it smelled like his cologne. 

You hadn’t talked.

Not while waiting for the Uber. Not during the Uber ride back to his apartment. Not walking into the apartment, not in the elevator. Not in his bedroom while you changed out of your clothes and into one of his t-shirts. 

You’re curled up on one end of the couch, Vince doing something in the kitchen that you’re pretty sure was just to distract himself from the situation. You had contemplated texting your friends, giving them an update. But the idea of typing it out, trying to explain what you didn’t even understand felt too exhausting. 

Eventually Vince wanders in, hesitating along the edge of the room. “Hey,” he says, voice bleak and quiet. 

“Hi,” you whisper, pulling your knees closer to your chest.

“I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes flick over to him in surprise. This time it was genuine, a real, unprompted apology. “Me too,” you tell him, swallowing heavily. 

“I can’t keep doing this though,” Vince mumbles, his eyes falling to the ground. “I, um, I really do, uh…have feelings for you. I know I haven’t really, like, expressed that well. But yeah, I’m jealous, I care about you and I want you to myself, to be with you.”

“Vince,” you whisper, eyes welling with tears again. 

“No, it’s okay, I get it, that’s not what you want,” Vince interrupts. 

“Vince, listen-.”

“You don’t need to justify it, I get it,” Vince says, cutting you off again. 

Sighing you shake your head, reaching up to wipe away a couple tears. “Vince, please, just-.”

“I don’t need your explanation, it’s fine.”

Groaning quietly you pull yourself to your feet before making your way over to him. Reaching up you place your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Listen to me,” you demand, waiting to see if he would cut you off again before dropping your hands from his face and continuing. “If this is something you actually want then we can try it. I care about you too. I’m not going to stand here and tell you I’m confident a relationship between us will work out because honestly, I’ve spent more time drunk with you than I have sober. But I’m willing to try, I’m willing to make this real, make it exclusive and see where it goes. If that’s what you really want.”

There’s a long period of silence after you finish talking, Vince looking over at you, seemingly stunned. Suddenly he’s leaning in, his lips pressing against yours. It’s slow and chock full of emotions and feelings. His hands land on your waist, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. You slide your hands up his shoulders, resting your arms over them. 

He eventually pulls away, both of you breathing heavy, unsteady breaths. His eyes lock with yours and there’s a sincerity in them that you weren’t sure you had seen before. “So are we going to be Instagram official now, or…,” Vince teases with a playful smile. 

Giggling you run your fingers through his hair, not dropping your arms from around him. “You just want the followers,” you joke. 

“Wouldn’t mind,” Vince admits with a chuckle. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“You really are jealous, hey?” 

Vince shrugs, his eyes falling to your lips. “Maybe,” Vince breathes out. “But look at you, who wouldn’t be?”

Rolling your eyes playfully you lean up, till your lips are almost brushing against his. “It’s okay, I was jealous thinking about the women you’ve been with.”

“There haven’t been that many,” Vince tells you with a smirk. 

“Bullshit,” you giggle. “And don’t get too ahead of yourself, you’ve still gotta survive a soft launch on Instagram.”

“That’s really a thing?”

“Sure is,” you tell him before leaning in to kiss him again, not able to get enough of him. 

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[daryldamnson]

We all know that Eddie's dad was a colossal dickhead to Eddie, so when his dad turns up again Eddie has a freeze response, completely shuts down, when his dad starts to hassle you, all hell breaks loose and Eddie unleashes many years of pent up resentment and anger onto his dad. His dad can mess with Eddie, but no one messes with Eddie's princess

all my homies hate eddie's birth father, thanks for requesting!

tw for violence (not very graphic), eddie's dad is gross, fem!reader, 1.1k

edit: 2 days up and it’s my first piece of writing to hit 1k notes i’m not saying i’m gonna cry but i’m gonna cry

The emptiness behind his eyes scares you.  He’s normally so vibrant - even when it’s a negative emotion it’s always there, clear on his face and bright in his eyes.  This complete shutdown is as new to you as it is disconcerting.

It’s instinct that drives you forward to Eddie’s side, one hand reaching out to hold his as the other wraps around his elbow.  You don’t even spare a glance at the older Munson, your worried gaze laser focused on Eddie.

The leery “well, hello there, sweetheart,” barely even registers with you, but based on the way Eddie’s hand twitches in yours, he heard it all too loud and clear.

“Now, son, you didn’t tell me you had such a pretty little thing tucked back here with you or I might’ve visited a little sooner.”

This time you shoot a disgusted look over your shoulder at the older man.  It’s wasted, though, as you see his gaze is well and truly fixed where your skirt stops midway down your thighs.

Gross.

But, honestly, you’re more mad at the way he’d casually referred to Eddie as ‘son’, as if he had any right.

You turn back to Eddie and find yourself half relieved and half worried at what you can now see on his face.

Anger is burning bright in his normally kind eyes as he watches his father leer at your legs.  You’re glad to see the blank look has disappeared, but flashes of Eddie throwing punches at the men who get a little too handsy walking past you in bars run through your mind.

It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was always in defence of you, and you can’t imagine how much worse it could be with the rage he feels towards his father behind it.

The impressed-sounding “fuuucking hell, boy,” is the final straw.

One second Eddie’s in front of you and the next he’s gone, brushing past you to sucker punch his own father.  The first hit just seems to surprise him, but before he can react there’s second contact and he goes down.

That’s usually where it ends when he’s defending you from a creep.  It’s not where it ends tonight.

Eddie follows him down, grasping the older man’s shirt to lift him a little only to throw him violently back to the ground a moment later.  He gets in at least four more punches before your frozen body finally reacts.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you rush towards the men on the floor, managing to get a hand on the front of Eddie’s shoulder to manoeuvre him backwards as you squash your way in between them.  “That’s enough, Eddie.  He’s not worth it.”

It takes a second, but his eyes slide to you and almost immediately his tense shoulders slump.

Eddie stands and you follow closely behind, reaching to place your hands on his chest gently, half to keep him back and half to steady him.

He’s looking past you to the man groaning expletives on the floor.

“You don’t even fucking look at her, asshole.”  He spits at his father, one hand pulling you closer into him.

“Come on,” you say, blatantly ignoring the grumbled complaints of the man who seems to have given in and flopped straight onto his back.  You take Eddie by his elbows and gently lead him over to the sofa.  “I’ll call Hop.”

Another delayed reaction takes place, Eddie’s eyes snapping up to you just a moment too late.

“What?”  His gaze flickers back over your shoulder as he seems to realise what he’s just done.  “Fuck.  This doesn’t look good.”

Your hands cup his cheeks as you gently encourage him to look at you, trying your best to make him see confidence and reassurance in your gaze.

“It’s self-defence.  Strange man broke in, made unwanted advances on your girl...”  You gently knock your nose against his once in a gesture of affection, smiling a little.  “You got yourself a witness.  Promise.”

His smile is small but full of relief.

After a rushed call to Hopper you pull out a few objects from the freezer.  You’d invested in an ice pack after the second time Eddie had punched someone for you, so you grab that for him, but you also pull out a frozen dinner for one and throw it carelessly at the man still hunched on the floor.

He’s not as dazed as he once was, but hasn’t made an attempt to stand yet.  The meal thwacks against his stomach and he lets out a loud huff of air at the impact before picking it up to press against his head, wisely keeping his mouth shut.

It’s not until after the cops have carted him away, Hop familiar enough with Eddie and his father that he barely even questions your version of events, that you finally get a minute to look Eddie over properly, gently looping your hands around his wrists to pull them closer to you.

His thoughts have apparently headed in a similar direction because you’ve only made one sweeping glance over his bruised, less swollen (thank you, ice pack) hands when he speaks softly.

“Are you okay, princess?”

Your eyes flicker up to where his are already looking at you.

“Am I oka– Are you kidding?”  You sound baffled as your brows twitch into a frown.  Eddie wants to brush the lines away with his thumb but your hands are still circling his wrists.  “Are you okay?”

The obvious concern in your voice is reflected in your eyes and that’s what makes him snap.  He feels his eyes mist up and, though you’ve seen him cry before, he hides his face in your neck, forehead pressed against the junction where your throat meets your collarbone.

Your hands don’t hesitate to come up and cup the back of his head, fingers sinking gently into his curls as you hum quietly.

“Hey,” you murmur comfortingly, one hand slipping down to rub the back of his neck softly.  “It’s okay, baby.  I’ve got you.”  A moment passes before you speak again.  “He’s gone and I’m here.  It’s gonna be okay, sweet boy.”

You’ve just watched him beat the shit out of his own father and you’re still calling him things like sweet boy.  Still holding him reverently.  Still soothing the cracked pieces of his heart.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your throat, knowing the words pale in comparison to what he’s trying to express.

Thank you doesn’t fit either, but he’s too drained to try and uncover the right words for his complex emotions.

You twist your head a little, your cheek pressing gently against his temple as you feel the damp drop of tears on your shoulder.

“I love you too, baby.  Always.”

requests are open but no promises i just go where the inspo takes me

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[johnwaynegayscene]

my former boss is refusing to pay me a month's worth of stolen backpay plus my last check and i need to raise another 200 bucks to cover my rent this month while i wait for the labor bureau to do their whole thing, if anyone can help a broke ass trans woman who just got royally fucked over by a shitty libertarian get through a fucked up surprise hurdle i will be so deeply grateful, my c@$h and v3ŋm0 are both punkyrooster and literally just a few dollars can be huge if i can get enough help from people sharing this as well 💜

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this is her response to me being upset that after a month straight of busting my ass to build and open a new shop from the ground up and being her only employee, working every day and long hours at that, that she wanted to "just let you know that if it comes up, i can do your job easily and better, i just don't want to." and that she still has other applicants standing by in case i started thinking i wasn't expendable, after i pissed her off by having the temerity to ask what exactly was going on with my paycheck because i had just learned that she had never actually submitted any of my hours to the payroll service.

so that's been fun

seriously, anything at all will help and i fucking hate that i have to ask like this again but jesus christ this whole thing got so shitty so fast lol so yeah again my c@$h and v3ŋm0 are punkyrooster and just sharing this will help me immensely, thank you thank you thank you 💜

#goddamn i could not be happier about her wonderful habit of detailing all her illegal business practices in easily screenshottable messenger

[alovesongshewrote]

Baby Girl | The Lost Boys x Reader HCs

Plot:  ya call the boys baby girl. just to see what happens. [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count:  1420 (nice)

Warnings:  implied horniness???? it's not that bad, it's just paul being a dingus

A/N: again, holy fuck i can't believe i wrote this. even more holy fuck, somehow, this isn't the stupidest thing i've ever written, and the most holy fuck, i think i might do one of these for every fandom i write for. wish me fuckin luck babes.

Marko

Marko finds it hilarious 

You saunter up to him on the boardwalk

Full of confidence and mischief 

You throw an arm around his shoulders 

Lean your weight on him

And you say

“Ok, where are we going, baby girl?”

Yeah, you don’t end up going anywhere, because he starts wheezing 

He just wasn’t expecting it, it caught him off guard

And then you have to stand there for five minutes while he laughs so hard he fails at standing

Boy is on his KNEES losing it at “baby girl”

And you’re just standing over him for a few minutes, ginning like a madman until you kneel down next to him

And holding back your own laughter

You say

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

And he just falls over

And at that point you also fall over 

And both of you are just cackling at this dumb shit

It’s attracting attention, but neither of you care

Eventually the rest of the boys come back to find you and marko just

On the ground

Dying

And david straight up turns around and walks the other way

It’s great, it’s fantastic

You and marko call each other “baby girl” for at least a week

And you both die laughing every single time

Everyone else hates you but it’s so fucking worth it

Paul

He also finds it hilarious, but like

Slightly to the left

The two of you are also on the boardwalk 

Vibing

Waiting for everyone else to show up

And you’re sitting on one of the rails while he stands like, kind of in front of you?

And he gets distracted by something

As he does with startling frequency 

And you watch him for a few minutes

Admiring him

But eventually, you get bored with that, so you kinda 

Kick him

A little bit

Not hard 

It’s not enough to hurt him

(if you can even do that)

But it’s enough to get his attention 

He looks at you

And his eyes get really big and sad, like he’s silently asking, “Why did you kick me?”

Or alternatively, “YOU KICK PAUL?  YOU KICK HIS BODY LIKE THE FOOTBALL?  JAIL FOR Y/N, JAIL FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS”

Either way, you power through it

And you go

“Whatcha lookin at, baby girl?”

And this boy just

Lights Up

The sad puppy eyes are Dropped 

And They Are Replaced With The Horny Eyes.

He just

Leans into you

As he looks at you, scanning you up and down

His gaze is piercing and uhhh

It looks like he wants to Eat You.

And goes

“baby girl, huh?”

And you’re like

“Yeah, baby girl.  And you didn’t answer my question.”

Which like

You say it

And you are Aware that you are Playing With Fire

But fuck, the fire is fun to play with

And you won’t complain about getting burned 

So

When he takes another step towards you and like

Smacks a hand down on your leg

You just lean in further and go

“Are you gonna answer me, baby girl?”

Yeah, you get bit

On the neck

You fucked around and found out

You leaned in too far and you got bit

These boys, i swear, they’re animals 

Just fuckin biting

It’s a gentle bite tho

Soft

Teasing 

And when he pulls back he goes

“Doesn’t matter, baby.  All I can see now is you.”

And it’s so fuckin cute that you almost fall off the rail you’re sitting on

Anyway, yeah, you and paul also call each other “baby girl” for a week, but the context is Different 

Dwayne

Dwayne has a relatively simple reaction

The two of you are vibin in the cave

It’s dark outside 

So everyone else is out

And the two of you are alone

And he’s minding his own business

Lounging around a bit 

Reading a book 

And you

You are Bored

And you’re in the mood to cause problems on purpose, so

You slide in

Lean over him

And you watch him for a second

Tilting your head every now and then like a confused puppy

He ignores you

And after a few minutes of standing there, a plot comes to your wicked little mind

You lean in even closer

And you go

“Hey baby girl, whatcha reading?”

And he just

Looks at you 

For a second

Maybe he blinks once or twice

And you don’t budge, you’re just sitting there grinning at him

In silence

And then suddenly 

In the blink of an eye

He pulls you down onto him and into his arms

You quickly find yourself resting on top of him 

Using his chest as a pillow 

And this man

Does Not Wear A Shirt

So that’s fun for you

Anyway, he takes the book and just

Holds it above the two of you 

So that you can both read it

And he says

“Look for yourself, baby girl”

Which if you ask me, is the fuckin Height Of Romance, but you didn’t ask me, and that’s okay

Anyway, yeah, it’s cute

Fuckin

Adorable shit

David

Anyway, time for david

David is

Confused

By his baby girlification 

Like

He’s not mad, he doesn’t expect it

(Kinda like marko, but he doesn't laugh, he just sorta sits there)

It takes him a second to process, because the second the word “baby girl” leaves your mouth and floats his way, he blue screens

Like

David.exe is not working

The first time you do it, you’re in the cave with everyone else

And he’s sitting in his wheelchair, staring off into the distance like the brooding vampire man that he is

And you lean over him and go

“Whatcha thinkin about, baby girl?”

And he just goes

“What?”

And like

I don’t think you can actually say that he says what

It’s more like he breathes it out while his eyebrows furrow together and he shoots you the most confused look you have ever seen on his face

In part, he’s unsure that you’re talking to him

And in another part, you usually use more

Idk

Standard?  Pet Names? 

Darling, maybe sweetheart 

And he wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to weird pet names, it’s just that one time on the boardwalk you heard him call a potential meal “kitten” and you didn’t stop meowing at him for three months

So yeah, he didn’t see that one coming

It doesn’t help that the rest of the boys are there at the time, and you, marko, and paul just start chanting the word “baby girl” over and over again

Side note, i think the boys may have a thing for chants

Anyway

The next time you call him baby girl, he you catch him off guard with your sheer boldness 

It’s not the “baby girl” itself, it’s the words that accompany it

See, he’s drinking something 

Water, blood, whatever

He’s drinking it

And you look over at him and you just go

“Damn, you’re pretty thirsty tonight, huh baby girl?  We’ll just have to do something about that.”

And your tone is like, half joking, but that doesn’t matter, he still chokes on his drink

He coughs for like

A Good Few Minutes

And in those minutes you go from laughing at him, to panicking and patting him on the back

Congrats to you btw, you almost killed known horror icon david lost boys

Good for you

Anyway, he survives, which is good

Bc idk how forgiving the other boys would be of you committing manslaughter (vampire slaughter?) against david

(tbh, they’d probably be pretty forgiving given the sheer hilarity of the situation)

BUT HE LIVES, AND I DIGRESS 

The next time you call him baby girl is in front of max

And like

This is peak 0 brain cell behaviour for you, because you straight up aren’t even thinking about it

You see david in the video store

You walk into the video store

You don’t realize he is in the Middle Of Talking To His Dad

“Dad”

And you go

“Hey baby girl”

And then you wander off to the horror section 

Just

No thots given 

You don’t even notice david and max staring after you

You’re too busy looking at a copy of texas chainsaw massacre 2

And when they turn back to face each other it is literally that one meme

“David, why does (Y/N) call you baby girl?”

“Maybe we should stop talking for a while”

Overall 

David doesn’t mind it, it just fucking surprises him every gd time

You’d think he’d get used to it but nope

It always gets him

#x reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb x reader

[static-sulker]

I might maybe possibly be thinking of a modern fantasy apartment AU with the main crew. All of them being stupid ass magical roommates without tadpoles...Just letting them be happy.

Also my Tav is in there because...yeah. His name is Silk and he is such a silly guy ridden with the 'tism. Drow Warlock who sees the good in everything... Such a...A yeah...

Little notes i've been conjuring about this...

Gale and Wyll made a chore chart in the kitchen, with little magnets for each person. Astarion regularly will switch his magnet in the middle of the night just so he doesn't have to do the fucking dishes and EVERYBODY knows besides Gale and Wyll. Wyll is on the fence about it, but Gale wholeheartedly believes when Astarion lies through his teeth about never having done it.

Karlach and Halsin go on grocery runs in the mornings. Karlach goes for the running part, while Halsin comes along for the run as well as to stop Karlach from buying the most horrendous shit. The one time she went alone very early in the houses lifespan, Karlach bought like 3 bags of go-gurt, about 50 dollars worth of cheap booze, and a big piece of raw steak to cook. She burnt said steak. But she's trying now, at least.

The team will take turns every now and then to get Astarion blood from themselves as it gives Astarion a lot more energy then normal settling blood. BUT they do have "blood bags" that they set up in the kitchen fridge whenever they know nobody with the right blood is gonna be available to give him blood if he needs it. They TOTALLY get it by legal means and it TOTALLY doesn't melt Astarions heart that they try so hard to help him.

Silk finds a stray dog in the alleys of their building one day when they went out to work (they do freelance art with their magic for like startups, it's fun). After casting "speak with animals" they find out this dog, Scratch, is waiting for his owner to return. His owner was killed out by some gnoll gang downtown. When they come back from work later in the evening, they find Scratch again, still waiting. Long story short, Silk adopts scratch in their very strict "no pets" rule of an apartment. And don't get me STARTED on the owlbear cub. Lae'zel and Halsin were out, originally to get some spare lightbulbs and tools for the apartment and find the little critter getting chase by some goblins in some backalley parking lot. Lae'zel plans to ignore the thing, but Halsin assists the cub. Once done, they plan to leave, before the cub begins to follow them home. Halsin names the cub "Vauva" and Lae'zel soon becomes SO attached.

They have presentation nights, where everybody makes slideshows about literally anything. Last week, Gale made one about the conflicts of archmages and the idea of apprentices. Karlach then made a tier list on the worst monsters ever documented, Lae'zel helped with that one. Shadowheart made this whole discussion over her favorite and least favorite teas (she fuckin' hates green tea for like no reason). Wyll made one on Baldurs Gate history. Astarion made a smash or pass list of all of the political leaders in Baldurs Gate. Silk made a presentation on the weirdest underdark myths and rumors they have heard on their time above ground. Halsin presented (well more like persuaded) on getting a new herb for their kitchens row of herbs and spices set on the windowsill. They have too many and he got like 5 minutes of stand time before Karlach kicked him off.

Lae'zel hate-cleans when shes mad at somebody in the apartment. Basically, she cleans every room in the entire fucking apartment BESIDES any of said "victims" parts of the house. One time, she got into a fight with Shadowheart and threw all of the dirty laundry she had so carefully put into the laundry room back into her room just all over the fucking place. If shes calm though, the house is normally fairly clean under her and Wyll's watch. It's one of the only things they agree on.

Because every bg3 piece of content I make loops back to bloodweave, I think they would have a little reading time together. Like whenever everybody is settling down for the night and they are up for it, they take this lovely window seat couch/bed thing in Gales room and just take out a good bottle of wine and a book for each of them and just read until late. They originally did this separately, but when the two find themselves both in the living room at 2 in the morning reading, they decide in silent agreement to make it routine. They sometimes read in silence, other times just talking absently about anything. Shadowheart finds out first by coming in to Gales room late one night to return a book he lent to her to find the two both passed out, tucked away in the window, books still in hand before they accidentally passed out. Shadowheart then teases them with photos the morning after.

Karlach and Lae'zel both do these really intense shadowboxing exercises in Karlachs room whenever the two have freetime and enough energy to go through with it. It's a heated bitter rivalry in the eyes of the githyanki, but Karlach just loves a little workout with her friend! Lae'zel does enjoy the workouts, as she doesn't get many options to really let off ALL of her steam, even if she works at a gym as a personal trainer. She is constantly told shes a bit TOO rough with the clients so she has to "tone it down". So it's nice.

Astarion and Shadowheart have girls nights. Like they paint each others nails and watch like twilight together (ironically they get so heated at how wrong they get it. "Just another human writer writing about shit she doesn't get" is used a lot in their rewatches). They also talk about like...their feelings. But it's very sparse and done so by a copious amount of wine (wine with a heavy amount of blood on the side for Astarion). Both of them never got to have moments like this in their childhoods, of just pure calmness and domestic childhood enjoyment, so they make due with what they can.

BY THE HELLS I JUST REALIZED I WROTE THIS MUCH. DAMN OKAY.

#baldurs gate three #baldurs gate au #bg3 modern fantasy au #origins apartment #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #bg3 gale #bg3 wyll #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 halsin #bg3 shadowheart #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #karlach cliffgate #shadowheart #lae'zel #wyll ravengard #halsin #bloodweave #can you see im crazy about this?

[penelopepine]

Don't be a stranger! Pt. 2

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader

Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship

"If you're going to insist on making dinner for the both of us I might as well pay for the groceries." Simon was standing next to your door waiting for you to finish getting ready. You had asked him this morning what he wanted for dinner as you were going to the store after work and could get anything he wanted.

"Me making dinner for you is supposed to be a thank you for helping me Simon. I love that you're joining me, but I'm not going to let you pay."

"We'll see."

You finally walk out of your bedroom towards Simon, "Your job on this trip is going to be pushing the cart and looking pretty. I'm going to be grabbing everything and paying." Giving Simon a playful glare as the two of you makes your way out the door.

Pretty?

Do you really think he looks pretty? 

-

Simon hated grocery shopping; he has always felt that it was a waste of time, far too many people walking around, and the lights in here were almost blinding. He’s not happy to be here, but he also wasn’t going to let you continue to let you do all this work and not help in some way. 

At the very least shopping with you did make the experience more enjoyable. All he had to do was follow you. Letting you take control of where they went and did was strangely freeing from his usual day to day. Plus getting to just watch and listen to you ramble about your day was not something he was going to give up now that he’s here. 

"You know you still haven't told me what you wanted. I've been making my favorites every time you come over; it's your turn now to decide the menu." 

"I've been living off military mess hall food for most of my life. Anything you make is going to be a favorite of mine, love."

"How about you tell me at least one thing you want?" 

"Anything I want?"

"Anything!" 

You. 

That is the answer Simon wants to say, but he knows he can't, "I like shepherd’s pie.” 

“Shepherd’s pie it is!” You say, giving him a wide grin. 

The rest of the shopping is mostly uneventful. It isn't until the two of you were at the end of your grocery list did you seem to realize something was missing. 

“Oh, meet me at the front! I forgot to add apples to the list; I’ll go grab it real quick.” 

Before Simon could even disagree and say he’d just go with you; your figure was already speeding away from him. Slowly he made his way to the front of the store out of the way of others to wait. It wasn’t until eight minutes later when he saw no sign of you that he started to worry. 

It took all but a moment to find you, and he was not pleased with what he saw when he did. A man was standing far too close to you. The uncomfortable look on your face only served in sealing the man’s fate. 

Neither of you seemed to notice as he walked closer, but he was able to finally hear your conversation now. 

“-on, just one date. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” 

"My boyfriend is waiting for me; you need to leave me alone." You try to step around him, but the man is quick to side step in front of you and makes a move to grab you. Simon would happily beat the man into the ground, but he doesn’t want to frighten you. So he does the next best thing which is to rail the man with the cart. 

With a loud grunt the man falls onto the ground holding his side in pain. 

“She said to leave her alone. So why don’t you crawl away now like the worm you are.” Simon snarls down at him. Moving the cart and himself to stand between you and the man. 

"What the fuck man!" 

"I'll give you five seconds to get out of here." Simon wasn't about to have a pointless back and forth with this guy. The only thing he cared about right now was getting him away from you.

He stands slowly and glares in your direction before practically running away from Simon and you.

As soon as his figure disappears from sight Simon turns to you and gently grips your shoulder; tucking you into his side as he guides you back to the front of the store.

"Thank you for doing that; you didn't have to but I really appreciate it." 

"It's no problem," Simon continued his hold on your shoulder; not wanting to yet let go of you, "If anyone messes with you send them my way. I'll deal with them." 

You give him a smile in return. "That was honestly really funny by the way; hitting him with the cart." 

"I would have ran him over with it, but I didn’t want you having to find a new grocery store because I got the two of us banned." 

You laugh at his words and it makes his chest feel tight. He almost wants to record it just so that he could take it with him anywhere he goes. 

"C'mon, let's get out of here before they change their minds then!" 

Simon had of course won in the end when it came to who was going to be paying. He knew he would, but you still put in a good fight to beat him to it. He’d let you win in a lot of things, but this wasn’t one of them. 

-

It wasn’t until the two of you were sitting in your flat after eating did you seem to notice that he had been acting more reserved than he normally would be. Of course you weren’t about to just let him stew in thoughts for long once you caught on to it. 

“What’s wrong Simon? You’re acting a lot broodier tonight.” 

“I’m leaving soon; next week.” There was no point in lying to you; Simon had gotten the call from Price just a couple of days ago. He had been wondering how he was going to break the news to you. 

“Leaving? So soon; do you know when you’ll be back?”

No he doesn’t know when he’ll get to see you again. For all he knows the day he leaves could be the last day the two of you ever see each other again. “No, but I’ll see what I can do to come back soon.” 

“You better,” You give him a soft elbow jab to the side, “I’m gonna miss you y'know. I’ve gotten so used to having you around these past few weeks.” 

He had as well, almost regrettably so. Your presence in his life had done something to him that he’d never be able to undo. Simon wasn’t sure how he was going to feel not being able to see you. The daily morning walks, evening dinners, and weekend hangouts had quickly become a staple in his life. 

For now though the only thing he wanted to do was live in the moment. He didn’t have to say goodbye right now and he wasn’t going to act like he did while he was with you. That time would come later.

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@nexthyperfix @spicyspicyliving

#simon riley x reader #fem reader #x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #tf 141 #call of duty #female reader

[theemissuniverse]

MORTAL KOMBAT 1 FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE INTROS WITH OC

A/N : This is my OC Mal who is the daughter of Quan Chi. I’m going to be making an MK fic soon with this OC but will start all the way at MK 9. Tell me what y’all think of her

MATURE : MINORS DON’T INTERACT

Mal is the daughter of Quan Chi. Mal is witty, sarcastic, and unpredictable. Even though she has left her father to join the Earthrealm warriors, she still has an evil sadistic nature. She is a Cambion which is a half human and half demon. She is also a very powerful sorcerer. (Mal is a female and goes by she/her pronouns. Mal is also bisexual)

This is for MK 1

CHARACTERS

Liu Kang, Raiden, Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Mileena, Kitana

MAL VS CHARACTERS

LIU KANG VS MAL

MAL : Have I told you how undeniably hot you are?

LIU KANG : You only tell me 50 times a day

MAL : Keep it real. Have we fucked in other timelines?

LIU KANG : What makes you want to know?

MAL : I’ve always wondered what it would be like to “do it” with a God.

LIU KANG : You’ve always wondered what it would be like to “do it” with me

LIU KANG : I don’t wish to hurt you

MAL : Oh baby, you’ll be the one on the ground “hurt”

LIU KANG : Kung Lao seems to peak an interest in you

MAL : You’re so hot when you’re jealous

MAL : I never thought a God would be interested in me

LIU KANG : I would tell you, you should think of yourself more highly but your ego knows no bounds

MAL : If I can pull a God - I can pull anyone

LIU KANG : To be fair - in other timelines I was also in love with you

LIU KANG : I wish to treat you like a goddess

MAL : Oh my lord - I think I’m turned on right now

LIU KANG : Are you ready for your training?

MAL : If it ends up with you being on top of me then yes

MAL : You don’t have to be so gentle with me. I like it rough

LIU KANG : I’m well aware

RAIDEN VS MAL

MAL : Aww. Do I make you nervous Raiden?

RAIDEN : A woman with your beauty can make anybody nervous

MAL : God you are so fucking hot

RAIDEN : I sometimes don’t know how to handle your straightforwardness

RAIDEN : I did not picture our first date like this

MAL : Don’t wanna wrestle me to the ground?

MAL : I’m sensing you’re a bottom

RAIDEN : I’m sensing myself becoming embarrassed

MAL : Kung Lao said you have a crush on me

RAIDEN : I - um…don’t know what he’s talking about

MAL : I see someone’s excited to see me

RAIDEN : Why can’t my body ever shut up when it’s around you?

MAL : You know I can read your thoughts right? You’re much dirtier than I thought

RAIDEN : If you could erase the embarrassment out of me - that would be great

RAIDEN : When Johnny told me to “make my move” I did not think it would result in Kombat

MAL : Oh honey, fighting you is just going to turn me on

RAIDEN : You really like me?

MAL : I can show you how much I really like you

MAL : You know the walls are paper thin. I can hear you having…fun with yourself. Did you think about me while you did it?

RAIDEN : By the Elder Gods - I hate myself

JOHNNY CAGE VS MAL

MAL : I don’t know why people compare me to you

JOHNNY CAGE : Because we are two sexy people

JOHNNY CAGE : *flirty* Hello, Mal

MAL : Not happening, baby

JOHNNY CAGE : So, Mileena or Kitana?

MAL : How bout you?

MAL : Your ex-wife was a fool to leave you

JOHNNY CAGE : I’m looking at my new one right in front of me

JOHNNY CAGE : What’s Kung Lao got that I haven’t got?

MAL : Nothing. You’re just fun to mess with

JOHNNY CAGE : You, me, tonight. 9’oclock

MAL : I’m so used to be the one flirting that, that just caught me off guard

MAL : You’re no fun. You’re too easy

JOHNNY CAGE : Why would I deny the hottest girl of the Netherrealm at a chance of me?

MAL : If you lose - you have to go down on me

JOHNNY : Honey, that is a win for me

MAL : Kitana already cannot stand the two of us - let alone for us to ask for a threesome

JOHNNY CAGE : Worth a shot

JOHNNY CAGE : I feel like you put me under your spell

MAL : Your ego is big if you believe you are worthy for that kind of magic

KUNG LAO VS MAL

MAL : I can sense you’re a top

KUNG LAO : Instead of sensing, I can just show you

MAL : You think you can handle a woman like me?

KUNG LAO : I know I can

KUNG LAO : How long do we have to keep this a secret?

MAL : Until I know you’re worthy of being with me

KUNG LAO : Don’t go easy on me

MAL : Me? Easy? Are we talking about me?

KUNG LAO : Raiden is my friend but he cannot handle a woman like you

MAL : So show me how to handle me

KUNG LAO : Anybody but Johnny! Please!

MAL : You’re so cute when you’re jealous

MAL : I will suck the soul out of you

KUNG LAO : *laughs* Of course

MAL : I think you should’ve been the chosen one

KUNG LAO : Smart and beautiful. What more could I ask?

KUNG LAO : Didn’t know I’d meet someone as cocky as me

MAL : Think you met your match?

KUNG LAO : Last night was - amazing

MAL : Oh baby, I know it was

MILEENA VS MAL

MAL : You don’t need keys to drive me crazy

MILEENA : Ugh. I don’t know who flirts worse. You or Cage

MAL : You and Tanya make me want to vomit

MILEENA : Jealous, sorcerer?

MAL : Come on, you know you like me

MILEENA : You tell anyone and I will slaughter you

MILEENA : You could get infected with the Tarkat

MAL : That is a risk I’m willing to take

MILEENA : Kitana has been asking about you

MAL : I’m more into Empresses than Princesses

MILEENA : You want my body but forget I’m infected with the Tarkat

MAL : You forget I’m a powerful sorcerer. All I gotta say is “Abra Cadabra” and go back to going down on you

MILEENA : You know you’re actually cute if you didn’t open your mouth

MAL : Ha! Got you to admit I’m cute!

MILEENA : The blood lust is starting to take control of me

MAL : I should not be turned on right now

MILEENA : Raiden is too weak to handle a woman like you

MAL : I’m guessing you got the backbone for it?

MAL : Tanya is lucky we did not meet first

MILEENA : She is

KITANA VS MAL

KITANA : If you call me “eye candy” you will not walk away from this fight

MAL : God damn it! Johnny stole my line

KITANA : You couldn’t handle an Outworld woman

MAL ; Oh honey, I’m one of the most powerful sorcerers and half demon. Handling you would be like nothing

MAL : I don’t mind this hard to get act you got

KITANA : By the gods you are more relentless than Cage

MAL : Don’t tell me I’m losing my shot to Raiden

KITANA : *chuckles* Survive this and we’ll see

KITANA : You and Johnny Cage? Is that a joke?

MAL : Aww. Are you jealous, princess?

KITANA : You talk a lot of talk but I bet you’re submissive

MAL : *laughs* Did you actually just flirt with me?

KITANA : I don’t care how good you are - I am still not interested

MAL : So you admit that I’m good in bed?

MAL : The only reason I don’t back off is because I know you like me

KITANA : It doesn’t matter if I do - I cannot be with you

KITANA : My sister has been asking about you, sorcerer

MAL : Tell her I’m busy with you

KITANA : If I let you give me a massage - it will just lead to something else

MAL : Is that really a bad thing princess?

OTHER CHARACTERS TALK ABOUT MAL

JOHNNY CAGE : 50 bucks that Mal asks me out

KUNG LAO : Looks like your pockets are going to be empty

KUNG LAO : Oh come on! You’re already the chosen one! You have to have Mal too?

RAIDEN : She chose me, Kung Lao

LIU KANG : Mal is not a prize to be won, Johnny Cage

JOHNNY CAGE : So it sounds like you’re letting me have her

KUNG LAO : How can I compete with god like powers?

LIU KANG : There is no competition to win Mal’s heart…but you simply can’t

KITANA : I always thought you were interested in me

RAIDEN : You are quite the woman, princess but Mal has my heart

JOHNNY CAGE : I should’ve known Mal was into chicks. She’s a hot demon chick

KITANA : Do you ever stop talking?

JOHNNY CAGE : You know if you and Mal don’t work out then maybe we can -

KITANA : You are truly relentless, Cage

KITANA : Something tells me you and Mal have more history then you let on

LIU KANG : Which all shall remain a mystery

RAIDEN : Did you really slap Mal?

KITANA : Yes but she seemed to enjoy it

KUNG LAO : How come I don’t end up with Mal?

LIU KANG ; Is there something you wish to confess to me, Kung Lao?

JOHNNY CAGE : Admit it - you got a thing for Mal-Pal

MILEENA : Quiet, Earthrealmer!

JOHNNY CAGE : So if you and Mal go at it who’s on top and who’s on bottom?

MILEENA : Worry about your own problems, Cage

RAIDEN : I am not telling you if Mal is a “top or bottom” Johnny

JOHNNY CAGE : If you’re a bottom then just say that

LIU KANG : Treat Mal with the utmost respect

RAIDEN : I will, Lord Liu Kang

JOHNNY CAGE : Boooo! She picked you?

LIU KANG : You are surprised she picked a Fire God over an actor?

KUNG LAO : I think Mal has a crush on you

KITANA : I doubt her feelings are real

AND THATS IT!!

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cherry

marc spector x female!reader

summary: marc made you a promise during your most recent encounter. one that he intends to keep, no matter where you two are.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* a couple people asked for a part two to my most recent fic, ‘it’s worth it, it’s divine’ and of course, after I got this idea, I had to. this fic can also be read on its own, you don’t need to read the other one to really know what’s happening (although both have smut and we’re all thirsty bitches so)

warnings: +18 content, like this, is pure porn, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, oral sex (f receiving) honestly that’s all this fic is, fingering, size kink, lots of dirty talk, marc calls reader ‘baby’ again cause that’s his new brand, body worship, public sex, mentions of sexual acts from the other fic, more canon divergence

word count: 3k

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“Fuck, Marc, just—oh my go—“

A large hand places itself over your mouth, robbing your body of any breadth.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you baby?”

You shake your head aggressively, feeling him smile against your core.

“Good.”

Then, for the second time in ten minutes, Marc gives his full attention to you, and goes back to what he was doing…

Eating you out in the hallway.

A sudden nudge of his nose makes you gasp, though it’s stunted as you bite your lip, nearly drawing blood. Your mouth is already raw from his earlier assault, but he’ll stop if you make any more noise. So all you can do is hold on.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It hadn’t even been a full week since you last saw him. Since you two had sex against Hathor’s statue and you rode him until you both came beneath the glittery night sky; since you had the most mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You hadn’t seen him since neither of you really interacted with each other outside of the pyramids. But today was yet another impromptu Council meeting.

This time, apparently, it was because of Khonshu’s doing. Khonshu wanted to talk, which meant that Marc was going to be there, standing before all of you as though the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out a couple nights before.

Not that he was subtle anyway.

Hathor, of course, found it to be incredibly amusing. So much so, that she wouldn’t stop talking your ear off as Marc’s eyes and devilish smirk consistently found yours during the briefing.

It’s not that you were ashamed. Not at all. Fuck, if you could’ve, you would brag about that entire night to everyone you knew.

Everyone except the Ennead.

Because you’re positive Horus would be less than pleased to hear that Hathor’s avatar got dicked down in the main room, much less by the avatar of the god they hated the most.

So you kept quiet and averted Marc’s gaze as much as possible. But your lack of reciprocation did nothing to quell him. In fact, it only seemed to egg him on more. Making the entire meeting incredibly difficult to sit through.

You could feel his stare on you the entire time, even when Isis and Osiris took turns berating him. Even when Khonshu spoke through him, somehow his gaze never left yours. It was this feeling that limited your involvement in the conversation. Luckily Hathor didn’t try to make you talk, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to. You wouldn’t be able to speak to him without thinking of the look on his face as you sat on his cock. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way you screamed his name and begged him to let you cum.

So you kept your eyes to the ground, trying to both tune out the goddess's comments and the meeting at play to the best of your ability.

And then the Council was dismissed. Horus hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were out of your chair and heading for the hallway.

Why are we walking so fast? Don’t you wanna say hi to your friend?

Hathor’s voice was playful as she thudded behind you, laughing to herself as she went on and on about Marc.

You’re the only person I know who runs from someone who gave them a mind-blowing orgasm, ya know, is what she said to you.

You never responded to her, far too focused on navigating the halls as quickly as possible until you were free.

But then he cut you off.

And so here you were: your head thrown against the wall with Marc’s face stuffed between your thighs and that familiar tightening sensation returning like a blazing fire.

“Marc…” you call out to him. He chuckles, misinterpreting it as a moan. You move your hips against him (ignoring the twinge of pleasure that radiates down your legs), to get him off of you so that way you can reason with him.

You need to tell him that you want him. So fucking bad. But you can’t have him here. Especially with the other avatars still congregating in the next room.

“Marc, honey.” With a huff, Marc stands up straight, face and chest incredibly close to yours. The air around the two of you grows thin, and suddenly, you feel light-headed. “The other avatars, they’re still here. We can’t—you can’t…”

His hand tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear before settling his palm on the side of your cheek. “Baby, I’m sure they’ve done much worse things.” He leans down, nipping and suckling at the hollow of your throat. “Besides, they won’t know if you don’t make any noise. I made you a promise…” A finger comes up to your lips and separates them; the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “And I am a man of my word. Now…can I go back to my meal? I promise to make you feel just as good as last time, baby.”

You whimper along with a barely-there nod; body involuntarily folding into his. He grins. “Wonderful.”

And with that, he falls to his knees again, yanking your shorts and underwear down from your knees to your ankles. He holds them until you step out of them, before neatly folding the garment beside you.

He starts just underneath your breasts, leaving scorching kisses through the fabric of your t-shirt as his hands run up and down your bare legs. They leave goosebumps in their wake as he slowly edges to where you want—need—him most. He descends down to your cunt, nudging his nose into every curve, slowly mouthing at your hip. His palm splays across the expanse of your thigh, kneading the flesh there.

He’s slow this time around. His desire is not as rushed or hungry. There’s a different sort of passion to his actions.

Puffs of his hot breath hit your pussy, until he’s widening the space between your thighs and kissing you right at the junction of your left thigh.

“Mhmm, missed you.” He mumbles to himself before moving in. His lips wrap around your clit, slowly massaging the little bundle of nerves until every one of them has been turned on. He hums at his own ministrations, and the vibration stings the base of your spine. He toys with you, the ashes he left in his wake a couple days ago reigniting in an instant.

Your hand shoots to his scalp, fingers carding through his hair mindlessly. A feeble attempt to make yourself busy as his mouth does its work.

All thought of the Ennead walking in on this leaves you as he laps at your dripping arousal. He acts like a man on death row like you’re his final meal and he’s going to enjoy it in every way he can. He’s messy; all tongue and teeth and feather-light kisses that make your bones shake. His shoulders hold your body in place against the wall as his head dips and moves in the low glow of the hallway light. You’re nearly off the floor; only his body, and your tiptoes supporting you, as he pulls your hips forward to meet his mouth.

The noises are obscene. A mix of grumbles, hums, and breathy moans echo around you until all you can hear is the sound of him enjoying the taste of you.

He promised you last time that the second time you came was going to be on his face. And with the way the pleasure sears through you, you guarantee that he’s going to get what he wants.

Your back arches into him as your grip on his hair tightens. You feel the way he tries to calm himself down at that. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Another swirl of his tongue. “So. Good… Can tell you’re close.”

You sigh, head lolling to the end of the hallway. You can hear the faint voices of the avatars—still present and chatting as you are being brought to an impending orgasm. It’s an interesting contrast; knowing that they are blissfully unaware of how Khonshu’s avatar has been bringing you to your climax for the second time in this fucking pyramid.

You do your best to be quiet; to keep your sounds to a minimum so as to not alert them. But then his tongue flicks your hole before it slips in and you're slapping your free palm against your mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut as your hips gyrate at a much faster speed. “Marc…” you whisper, freeing your face of your hand as a particularly loud moan tickles the back of your throat. You hold it there. Desperately trying to keep your release under control. Except he makes it so very strenuous.

Because he’s dangling you over the edge. So close, that just one more stray movement would have you tumbling over the cliff, a mess of sweat and cries as you fuck his face.

“You’re holding back, baby. C’mon. Cum on my face. Wanna taste you for real.” You let out a low grunt at his words. He can still feel you holding your orgasm in, which seems to only frustrate him. And it’s that action alone that makes his hands tighten around your hips as his tongue moves in you faster. A desire to toss you over the cliff and watch as you unravel.

The feeling is all-consuming. You need to cum. So, so badly. But you won’t. You can’t. They’ll absolutely hear you if you do.

But then you feel his hips against the lower part of your leg and you realize he’s grinding himself on you. Marc dry-humps your bare leg, loudly groaning at the friction of his jeans and your trembling body. He’s getting himself off as he eats you out, and it’s that thought that has you crashing.

Your jaw falls slack, movements coming to a halt as you hold him against you. You white-knuckle the fist full of curls as you quiver beneath the weight of his body. Thankfully, no noise escapes you. Just the occasional squeak as your mouth stays open in a silent moan. You came on his face; the same way in which he promised you; the same way in which he wanted.

But he keeps at his pace. Keeps licking and sucking at you, even after your high has gone.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “That was good. You’re so good for me.” He bites at the curve of your hip bone, before soothingly licking at it. “But I think you can do better. Think you can be louder. What do you say hmm?” You squint at him through half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. “Think you can give me a couple more?”

“Couple more?!” Your voice shrieks, the sudden attention of what he’s demanding rattling around your brain. And then you realize how loud you were, and you practically melt into the wall out of embarrassment.

You let out a loud sigh. “Fuck, Marc. Someone’s—you kept your promise. Please. You—you made me feel good, please. I promise.“

He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he shakes his head. “No. No, I don’t think I did. I think…” he palms you then, the heel of his hand pressing deeply into you. “I think I need to make sure that you feel good.”

His fingers tease your throbbing entrance mercilessly as he awaits a response. Though you come up with nothing as you rack your brain for something. Anything. Part of you knows the dangers of you getting in trouble by a far-too-curious Council member, and wants to protest Marc’s efforts. But the other part of you—the part that is still incredibly turned on by the way he pats your folds like an instrument—knows you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to pull every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from you.

And that’s when you make your decision.

Looking down at him, you inhale deeply, hoping it’ll give you as much confidence as possible. “Give it to me. However many you can just—please…fuck me, Marc. Fuck me.”

He’s stoic for a moment. A brief flicker of shock until his face contorts into a wide grin. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think I can stop if we get goin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bring your hand to the back of his head, eagerly pushing him into you. “I want to cum on your face.”

“…God, I thought you’d never ask.”

Figuratively and literally, he dives back into you. Your lips are swollen and puffy and you’re nearly numb as he continues to eat you out. There’s hardly any build-up this time. Instead, he’s just licking everything, everywhere until you can hear your wetness. It’s dirty—fucking filthy as his head bobs between your thighs.

The stimulation is blinding; boiling beneath your skin to the point where your heartbeat feels like it’s coming from your throbbing pussy. He paws at you, desperate to taste every inch of you. Desperate to hear every sound possible come from you. He flattens his tongue; swirls it around your aching bud, nips, sucks, and shoves it back into your entrance. He falls into a rhythm; a mix-up of different actions that make you want to cry. “Fucking shit, Marc. More, please. Wanna’ cum.”

He doesn’t stop; determined to know every single thing about you. Inside and out. To memorize the way you cum. To know the way you feel tightening around every part of him. To have your thighs shake around his head; to have you gush on his tongue. He continues his pattern, ever-so-slightly increasing his speed with the pitch of your moans. “Fuck, fuck. Marc, I’m—holy shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna—I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You nearly fall off the wall into him as your orgasm rips through you. You scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. You’re gasping in between each wave; each ebb and flow of your release affects a different part of your body until you fall limp and your grip on his body ceases.

Immediately—as though the man doesn’t need to breathe—he’s standing up, body fully engulfing you as he breathes into your neck. He’s huge (you know he is, every part of him). And the fact that your body seems so small in comparison to his, makes you wet all over again. “Want one more, baby. Think you can do that?”

You don’t respond. Simply, you just crash your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his tongue as it explores everything it can. The act is filthy; painfully sexy as you groan through flash images and reminiscent feelings. Somehow you can’t get enough. Your body feels like it’s floating. It’s nearly in complete ecstasy. But you know have another one in you. You’re not fully satisfied. You can feel the desperation for one more release deep in your bones.

You just need one more.

You don’t speak, at least you don’t think you do. You don’t voice your desires into existence. But regardless, Marc knows. Because then he’s dragging two fingers through your slit, collecting your cum before dipping the digits into your aching hole. Your chest heaves almost instantly. Your body opens itself up to him, fully allowing itself to feel everything. To feel the building of your third orgasm.

Fuck, just one more…

He pumps his fingers a couple times inside you before curling them near your cervix, mimicking a come-hither motion. You moan into his mouth, his throat eager to swallow every little sound you make.

“God, baby, just like that.” Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head at this point as he uses his thumb to stroke you while his other fingers pump in and out. In and out.

“That feel good, honey?” He ponders, feigning innocence. You can tell he’s watching the way his fingers fully sheathe themselves in your pussy. The way they disappear, then reappear covered in the remnants of your orgasm and the perpetual arousal; the beginnings of your third climax. And fuck you’re almost there. You’re so stimulated, so fucking horny that he’s already brought you there. You’ve started to ride his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, until you’re sore and bedridden and can’t think about anything other than how hard he makes you cum.

“Fuck.” He growls into your neck. “Gonna cum again, baby?”

You nod, grinding down onto his fingers as quickly as your aching body can muster. The sounds of his wrist slapping against your mound drive you mad; crazy for the way they move inside you. You can feel the bend of his knuckles and the base of his fingers where they meet his palm. They curl and glide with ease as he rubs you in just the right way. His actions are fast. So frenzied and erotic. So deliciously hot that you can’t tell the difference between the heavy pounding of his fingers or the growing knot right above your pussy.

“Harder,” you cry. “Fuck, Marc, don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes, baby. Wanna watch you.”

Willing yourself to open them, your fingers go down to his hand buried between your folds. You grab it, feeling the way the muscles flex and ripple beneath the skin as they move with you. Gasping, you arch into his chest, maintaining eye contact as you watch his pupils dilate.

And then the coil breaks. It’s a hard snap that renders the lower half of your body completely devoid of any feeling. Whining, you shove your head into his neck, biting his shoulder as your vision goes blurry. Your climax is hard and goes away just as quickly as it came. Yet your body still shudders. Your contentment lives in the afterglow of your euphoria and allows you to move slowly against his hand until you come back down from space.

Marc presses kiss after kiss—all gentle and loving—into your hair. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching pussy, but he doesn’t move them either. Just keeps them there for a moment as he breathes in your scent.

“My turn.”

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bullying and cuddles

word count: 2.3k

cw: fem reader, reader implied to have anxiety cause im projecting, swearing, bullying (affectionate), fluff, idiots in love, probably ooc tangerine but whatever

a/n: i needed domestic fluff, is this similar to other stuff ive written? yes but i dont care i love domestic fluff. i geniuenly was debating posting this because i kinda hate it but yknow c'est la vie

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you emerged from the safe house bathroom after brushing your teeth in an old tshirt and pyjama shorts. both of the boys bedroom doors were closed and you could hear the thomas the tank engine theme song coming from lemon’s room. 

the door of your room was open and your suitcase was on the ground, clothes messily thrown all over the place. you had been here for about four days now so you were settled in as much as you could be in a new environment.

you and the twins were staking out a place and it was long and tedious, by this point you were thoroughly bored and ready for this to end so you could go back home. you couldn’t stand another night in the cold unfamiliar bed. 

so, instead you knocked on tangerine’s door.

“come in.”

you opened the door and walked in, quickly shutting it behind you and leaning against it, facing tangerine. he was sat up in his bed reading a book. he was wearing a plain tshirt and pyjama pants. he looked comfy, more relaxed than he usually was. the quilt was folded neatly at the end of his bed and his suitcase on the floor was immaculately organised, a stark contrast to how your room looked.

“hi,” he said smiling at you.

“hi,” you returned the smile.

“cute pyjamas.”

you were wearing a faded marvin the martian tshirt and pyjama shorts covered in little oranges, “they’re oranges.”

“you sure you didn’t wear them just for me, love?” he smiled wider at you, cocking his head to the side slightly, “cause you look adorable.”

“why would i wear them for you, you’re my third favourite person in this house,” you scoffed.

“are you putting yourself above me?”

“i know my worth,” you squinted at the book he had in his hands, “whatcha reading?”

“uhh,” he glanced down at the page he was on, “the hunger games.”

“really?” 

“why are you surprised?”

“i don’t know,” you laughed slightly, “i can only image you reading old or pretentious books.”

“are you calling me pretentious?”

you snapped your fingers in realisation, “tolstoy, you seem like the tolstoy type have you read anna karenina?”

“well, yes i have but i don’t just read old books.”

“so, hunger games.”

“yeah, it’s good criticism on violence in capitalistic societies.”

“i don’t think professional assassins should have a say on violence in capitalistic societies.”

he rolled his eyes, “then i enjoy the commentary on consumerism.”

you glanced at the gold jewellery on the bedside table, “i don’t think you can have a say on that either.”

he followed you eye line, “oh fuck off.”

you laughed, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you shifted around slightly in your spot against the door.

“did you come in here for a reason or just to take the piss out of me?”

you thought back to your lifeless room, “i was bored and i couldn’t annoy lemon.”

“why not, you’d probably enjoy his company more than mine,” his eyes drifted back down to his book.

“he’s watching thomas and there’s only so much of that i can take.”

he nodded, “understandable.”

there was a pause and you fidgeted with your hands nervously. you didn’t notice tangerine staring at you intently, contemplating what he should do.

“come sit with me,” he gestured to the empty spot next to him.

“are you sure?” you hesitated, bringing up your hand to chew on your nails.

“‘course love.”

you slowly moved over and sat on the bed next to him, keeping distance between you both on the queen sized bed.

it was silent again and you pulled your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on your knee.

“what part are you up to?” you asked.

“the interviews with caesar.” he turned his head and focused on you, noting your position and the gap you put between the both of you, “have you read it before?”

“back when i was a teenager but not since then.” you avoided his eyes, feeling anxious about the sharp eye contact, “have you read it before?”

“yeah, i’ve read it a few times.”

you just hummed in response. despite the nervous thoughts running through your head it felt better being in here with tangerine than being alone in your room. it was better having anxiety over being alone with the guy you were crushing on than the emptiness you would have felt by yourself in your room. 

“come here love.” he said softly.

“what?” your eyes snapped up to him.

“sit next to me properly.” 

you moved slightly closer, still leaving space between you both.

tangerine rolled his eyes and put his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, “i’m not gonna fucking bite ya love, you can sit next to me.”

you scrunched your nose up at him, “i just didn’t want to get cooties.”

“you think i have cooties?”

“yup you have phytophthora gummosis.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?”

you laughed and leant into him more, “it's a disease that affects citrus trees.”

he tried not to smile, “how long have you been waiting to make that joke.”

“a few weeks,” you smiled brightly, “i did research on citrus trees.”

“just so you could take the piss out of me?”

“i had to, you look cute when you’re all annoyed and scrunch your eyebrows up.” you reached up and run over one of his eyebrows with your thumb.

“don’t call me cute.”

“why not? you are.”

“i’m meant to be intimidating.”

“how could anyone be scared of you? you’re reading the hunger games.”

“very funny, i can be scary and enjoy the hunger games.”

“are you team peeta or gale?”

“definitely peeta, he was smart and a romantic,” tangerine said, like he had thought about it a lot before.

“oh so you’re a romantic that adds to your scariness.”

“you’re bullying me, you’re a bully,” he pinched your side, enjoying the way you squirmed into him.

you yawned and put your head on his shoulder. he repositioned his arm that was around your shoulder and started stroking your hair.

“are you tired darling?”

you blinked sluggishly, “yeah… i should probably go-”

you started to get up but was stopped and cut off by tangerine.

“no, stay,” he held onto you, “you just relax.”

you bite your lip anxiously but try to relax into him again. you stared at the book in his hand, studying the mockingjay symbol on the cover. 

“what’s on your mind pet?”

you felt your neck heat up at the unfamiliar nickname, “uh can you maybe read to me?”

“you want me to read to you?”

you nodded.

“you sure you’ll be able to understand with the accent?”

“you’re british not an alien, i can understand you fine.”

“okay.” he pulled you close, you settled with your head on his chest and his arm comfortably around you. he smiled down at you, silently grateful that you couldn’t see the way he was looking at you, “you ready?”

“yeah,” 

“okay darling,” he took his focus off you and onto the book, “i’m still in a daze for the first part of peeta’s interview. he has the audience from the get-go, though; i can hear them laughing, shouting out. he plays up the baker’s son thing, comparing tributes to the bread from their districts.”

“what would your strategy be in the interviews?” you asked.

“i’m not sure.”

“i don’t think you could pull off the charming thing.”

“wow, thanks love your doing wonders for my self esteem,” he replied sarcastically.

you smiled, “no that’s not what i meant, you’re plenty charming, i just think you’d be better as one of those career tributes everyone is scared of.”

“i thought you said i wasn’t scary?”

“shhh that was minutes ago you should’ve forgotten about that by now, just keep reading.”

“right sorry,” he laughed slightly, “then he has a funny anecdote about the perils of the capital showers. ‘tell me, do i still smell like roses?’ he asks caesar, and then there's a whole run where they take turns sniffing each other that brings down the house.”

“maybe you would be charming, you always smell really nice.”

“thank you, darling,” he kissed your forehead and pulled you impossibly closer, “you smell nice too.”

you smiled and adjusted your position so you could hold onto his shirt. 

“i’m coming back into focus when caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.” he continued, “peeta hesitates, then gives him an unconvincing shake of his head. ‘handsome lad like you. there must be some special girl. come on what’s her name?’ says caesar. peeta sighs. ‘well there is this one girl. i’ve had a crush on her ever since i can remember. but i’m pretty sure she didn’t know i was alive before the reaping.’”

tangerine glanced down at you half surprised and half disappointed you didn’t interrupt again. he liked listening to you talk.

your breathing had evened and your eyes had closed. you’d fallen asleep against him. he bookmarked the book and placed it on his side table. he carefully reached down, grabbed the quilt and pulled it over the both of you.

“goodnight, love.” he kissed your cheek gently.

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lemon woke up the next morning and stumbled into the kitchen, prepared to see tangerine already up and cooking breakfast for the three of you. he was shocked to find the kitchen empty, no trace of you or tangerine. 

he looked over at both your bedroom doors and saw yours open and empty. weird. you were usually the last awake, having to be woken up by one of the twins.

lemon walked over to tangerine’s door and opened it, “hey bruv have you seen-” he cut himself off looking down at the scene in front of him.

you were asleep in tangerine’s arms and he was holding you close. he was awake and staring down at you, playing with your hair and gently tracing your features as you slept.

lemon snickered, “whats going on here, then?”

“shut the fuck up,” tangerine immediately fired back but lemon knew it was less harsh than it usually was. despite all the teasing tangerine knew he’d get, he was happy.

“this is cute, it really is.” lemon quipped, “but i have no clue how to make breakfast so please get up soon.”

“i’m not interrupting her sleep just cause your fucking incompetent.”

“fine, just don’t blame me if i burn this place down trying to make toast,” lemon started to leave.

“stop, just wait ten minutes then i’ll make you some fucking food.”

“thanks bruv, really appreciate it.”

“whatever.”

lemon left and tangerine was alone with you again. 

tangerine moved your hair away from your face, “sweetheart?” he kissed your forehead, “if you don’t wake up soon the smoke alarm will probably wake you.”

you stretched slightly and snuggled into tangerine more, “this is nicer than the way lemon wakes me up.”

“if we don’t get up soon lemon is gonna try to cook,” he held your face and kissed you cheek gently.

“we can’t have that he’ll probably poison us all,” you sat up and rubbed your eyes, “why is your bed comfier than mine?”

“because i actually make mine?” he got up and stared down at you still wrapped in the blanket.

“ha ha,” you laughed dryly and fell back into the bed.

you closed your eyes again and settled back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. it really was a comfortable bed. 

your peaceful rest was interrupted by getting lifted into the air.

your eyes flew open as tangerine picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen. you wrapped your arms around his neck and held on tightly.

"what the fuck are you doing, you fucking numpty!?"

"you looked peaceful i didn't want to have to wake you again."

"well it didn't fucking work you twat."

"sorry, love," he set you down on the kitchen bench and kissed you cheek, "but you look cute when your annoyed."

you felt your face heat slightly and turned your face away from him.

"stop flirting and make me breakfast." lemon interrupted.

"you could say please, you wanker," tangerine snapped at him.

"please, make us breakfast, please, mr. fruit?" you said giving your best puppy dog eyes.

"for you, not for him, darling." 

you smiled, "thank you, tan."

“you’re a twat,” lemon added.

tangerine flipped lemon off and started making pancakes. you jumped off the kitchen bench and moved over to the kettle, checking it was full before boiling it.

“lemon, do you want a cuppa?”

“yeah,” lemon mumbled, distracted by his comic.

tangerine whacked lemon up the side of his head.

“yes please, sweetheart," lemon corrected himself.

“thanks lem,” you laughed slightly at the sibling abuse.

the kettle flicked off and you finished making the three cups of tea and handed one to lemon who smiled in thanks. you walked over to tangerine and placed one on the counter in front of him.

tangerine grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a kiss on the cheek, “thank you pet.”

you pulled away from him and started drinking your own cup, watching tangerine as he cooked and plated the golden pancakes.

“so did you two fuck last night?” lemon abruptly asked.

you choked on your tea and tangerines head snapped up to glare at him.

“no we slept together,” tangerine slowly replied.

lemon snorts, “i thought that was the same thing.”

“no you bellend we actually just slept, we were tired,” tangerine snapped.

you gulped down the rest of your tea and quickly placed your mug in the sink, “i’m gonna go shower boys, please save me some pancakes.” you smiled at the both and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

once you were gone lemon spoke up again, “you gonna tell her you love her yet?"

“shut up,” tangerine hissed, glancing at the shut bathroom door.

“she likes you too you know.”

tangerine didn’t respond for a few seconds, “really?”

“you’re in love with each other you both just fucking stupid.”

and for once tangerine didn’t feel the need to throw an insult back, he just reveled at the thought that you could like him too.

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