#I haven’t felt so fucking devastated in so long
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#I feel like I need to call out of work tomorrow#but I’m already taking Tues/Wed off this week#i’m just so exhausted#this shit is so disappointing#I’m going to be thinking about it all day tomorrow#and I’m already feeling so bad I don’t think I’ll sleep well#I’m trying to distract myself with chores and internet shit#but I just want to lay on the floor#I haven’t felt so fucking devastated in so long#and my brain can’t stop worrying about what this means for my health#i don’t know what to do#sorry for the freaking out and sad boy content I know that’s not why y’all are here#I’ll probably be fine or whatever#just really fucking gutted right now#ax says stuff
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warnings. possibly unfaithful, switch!beomgyu, ex best friends, pull out method, drunk sex, not proofread
you’ve always felt big feelings towards beomgyu, after all he has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, its just never ever been lust, even as a teenage girl with rapidly changing hormones. you love beomgyu, but it was never romantic. and yet as much as it surprises you, in the moment, it feels so right. like this is exactly how its supposed to be. getting maniacally mounted by choi beomgyu in a bathroom with your sense overwhelmed with the soju and beer breath. yeah, that sounds about right.
you just hadn’t expected it to turn so sappy so quick, despite the alcohol in your systems.
“i missed you…i missed you, i missed you”
at some point, you would’ve guessed those repeated declarations would’ve faded into white noise had it been any other person—any other person but him. someone who’d you considered the most important being of your entire life, someone who you haven’t seen or heard from in two entire years when your entire relationship had consisted of seeing each other all the time, someone that you’ve also, terribly missed.
when you share the same sentiment, when you also feel the need to repeat it over and over again, the heartache you’ve felt and the utter devastating emptiness that you’ve lived with for so long now being satiated—the repetition doesn’t let the words turn into sounds of nothingness as it naturally would’ve. rather, it continues to ram against your skull every time he gasps and whines them. like it gains a deeper, more intimate meaning the more he whispers them against your neck, trailing his wet kisses along your jawline.
“what happened with him?”
it’s like he got worked up at his own question, gripping the plush of your ass so hard his nails painfully digs into your flesh, having you hiss. you don’t blame what you register as an involuntary response—your ex boyfriend was the sole reason for your fallout with beomgyu, it’s a sore subject to poke.
“we broke it off six—s-six months after.” after you and beomgyu fell out you would’ve said, but how can you when the prick’s practically ramming his cock in you.
“oh,” he groans speeding up his sloppy pace, finding more rhythm—all while wearing a dopey smile, the frown on his face returning to ecstasy. “why?”
“just didn’t work out.” you reply curtly, trying to move on from the topic of your ex. he lets you, humming contentedly.
there was a part deep inside him that urged him to be smug and petty with an i told you so, or get mad that you dumped him for a relationship so futile to your life, but he can’t find himself to do so as he gets lost further in the way your face contorts, reacting to each jerk of his hips. you’re perfect, he thinks to himself over and over again. you’re perfect.
he thinks he could cum right then and there.
but somethings on the tip of your tongue— in fact, the moment you had registered him inside your head when you went inside that damned karaoke room, you noticed the ring. you quickly dispelled your first thought—it doesn’t look like a ring for marriage, it looked far too casual for that.
but you had still eyed it practically the entire night curious if it held any meaning and you had so badly wanted to pry. then you finally concluded that beomgyu has always been into jewellery, rings no exception. an hour ago, you didn’t know why you were so curious of his relationship status. but now? now you’re being fucked. you have a reason, so you try to bite the bullet to satiate your curiosity. “what about you?” you choke out. however, your question immedietely evaporates from your head when he smashes his lips against yours again heaving.
you don’t question it, you melt into it, pulling him in closer to the point there’s absolutely no space between the two of you.
“missed you” he whines. it has you uncontrollably tumble out giggles between your smushed lips before he steals your breath away yet again. you feel like you’re on drugs, you’re so high off of the adrenaline you feel. never in a million years would you have expected the original deep set uncomfortable tension between the two of you three hours ago to turn into this. when you had been invited out to hang out with your old college friends to come in and be met with familiar faces—you just didn’t expect your joy to so quickly be replaced with suffocating dread when the most familiar looks you up and down.
you weren’t warned of his presence. and now you were crowded by it.
“i couldn’t,” you gasp, your hooded eyes flying open when he revisits a hickey, grazing his teeth. “i can’t, i can’t live without you. that’s what i’ve realized, i can’t do it.”
you nod over and over again along to his words, frankly out of it, rolling your hips pathetically in rhythm with his. “wh-what about you?” he asks, his vulnerablity on full on display. long gone was the confident, vulgarity that oozed out of him.
it turns you on so much, it’s wrong but it does—his teary eyes, imploring you to put him at ease as he drives his cock deep inside your cunt. it feels right, it feels natural to try it out with him. the moment your finger flick his nipples, beomgyu gives you an immediate, satisfactory reaction—a combination of a gasp and a shriek before his head just pathetically falls to bury his head into the junction of your shoulders.
“you’re sensitive,” you note, letting your fingers lightly lay against his chest. the faltering of his pace is extremely noticeable as he had been increasingly building up his pace. it gives you a rush of dopamine, enough of it to have you more confident with what you want.
“whyyy..why’d you touch..” his whines muffle into your skin.
you peel his head off your shoulder by a fist of his hair and for what feels to be the hundredth time this night, he knocks the breath out of you—he’s gorgeous. when you started making out earlier you had passively asked him to keep his glasses on, you didn’t expect him to make such an effort to keep them because it’s practically falling off the bridge of his nose, crooked and foggy. he looks like a perfect mess.
your ex boyfriend hated it—when you had introduced domming during sex it had immediately killed the mood even though he promised you afterwards that it totally wasn’t because of your risque play with his nipples. after a while, you believed him—you wanted to believe him so you tried to ease into it again, showing him some porn, he’d surely like it as much as you did. you were sorely mistaken. he didnt, he practically ridiculed you, basically implying you were a total freak. it’s one of the things that served as a catalyst for your eventual breakup.
but beomgyu, god, beomgyu.
he transcends even your wildest imagination—hes everything you’d wish to hear and more. when you experimentally let your finger twist his hard buds again as he attempts to pick up his rhythm he gurgles on his spit, moaning loud enough for you to completely lose it. he slows down again, almost completely stilling, looking like he’s about to sob with his face a shade of red and pink, as if hes asking you for mercy.
“what?” you slur, cocking your head. “who allowed you to stop? i was close.”
he shakes his head, bottom lip slightly wobbling, “i c-can’t. if you keep touching my-”
your groan cuts off his rant. “hurry up, my legs are starting to cramp up gyu.”
he flinches at your harshness, falling into a pout. it’s a habit that as long as you remember, had driven you up the wall. but right now, you can’t help but find the action adorable, in complete contrast to the dirty situation you’re in. “but what if i just…like, cum?”
you sigh, propping yourself up again, “when you feel it coming, pull out.” you say simply, which doesn’t seem to ease his mind but he doesn’t resist shaking his hips again. it isn’t long before he’s losing himself in you, slap of skin against skin no longer your concern, totally ignoring the semi public setting. the moment he feels like he has has the upper hand you do it again, playing with his nipples until you’re sure they’re pink and plump, sore.
he not once questions anything, which makes you feel so immensely comfortable. “he would’ve hated this,” you comment absentmindedly, more to yourself than beomgyu. you hadn’t even thought he picked up on it when suddenly he becomes a lot more vocal, moaning obnoxiously loud you would’ve definitely slapped him silly and hopped off his cock…had you not been completely trashed. your brain is turned off, only mustering up a wobbly smile as you drown in his outward display of pleasure. it makes you feel so powerful. he both exaggerates and at the same time actually fucking loses his sanity.
he says those words again, panting, eyes completely glazed over and mouth almost permanently hung open, his hand reaching down to shakily play with your clit, making you arch into his touch, absolutely out of breath. “can’t live without you,”
at that final declaration, you clench around his dick to which he immediately reacts, erratically fucking into you, having your tits jiggle lewdly. he thinks hes hypnotized, he thinks he would’ve probably just bust a nut inside you anyway, but he snaps out of it, getting a sense of clarity.
beomgyu's cock throbs one last time inside you, before he pulls out, giving his cock only one small pump before spurting his load, some of it landing on your stomach and legs, some dripping to the floor. he lets out a soft moan, his breath hot against your neck. after what you believe to be an eternity, your sweaty selves interwined with each other, wallowing in silence as you finally get your breathing controlled, beomgyu pulls away to look at you.
it’s like you truly are telepathically connected, something you’ve joked about for years due to the instance you’ve completed each other’s thoughts. but you’ve come to realize it might be closer to the truth than anything you’ve ever known to be true. your feelings were intertwined, scarily so.
so its to not to your surprise when he doesn’t ask for a round two, he knows. like he always does.
you just try to ignore the constant ringing of his phone.
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— march fic recs, brought to you by happyhauntt.
a wee fic rec post for a few of the fics i read in march that altered my brain chemistry!! i've put a lil comment next to each rec because honestly writers don't get praised enough for their work these days and i wanted to show my appreciation for these talented souls!!
grishaverse.
➡ kaz brekker.
what do you want from me by @rubysunnday. notes: literally perfect wtf.
dark days by rubysunnday. notes: i reread this literally constantly, it is so perfect, kaz's characterisation is perfect, i adore it.
bloody hands by rubysunnday. notes: i devoured this whole thing like a starving person it was sO good.
when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds. notes: this is so beautiful honestly i have no words.
the lost princess by @ellewritesalright. notes: look it's only part one but elle is a fucking wizard and i'm a sucker for an anastasia au.
you and me (a whole lot of history) by @heliads. notes: this was so cute and such a clever concept i fell in love!!!
schat by @amourology. notes: fully choked this is so adorable.
soulmate by @magpiencrow. notes: KAZ BREKKER SOULMATE AU didn't know i needed this but now i need 100 more!!!!
➡ nikolai lantsov.
nine long years series by @ellewritesalright. notes: i am actively fucking screaming over this fic. i will never stop. this might genuinely be the best thing i've read in a LONG while. everything about it has me sobbing i actively CANNOT COPE. and it's not even finished yet.
one of us by @songofpatrochilless. notes: literally had me sobbing you don't understand the domesticity of it all!!!!!.
come on back to me by @atlabeth. notes: there is a very strong chance that i'll literally never stop screaming about this fic.
dreams of you by @wh0refornikolailantsov. notes: every cell in my body is SCREAMING.
this love by @lantsovsupremacist. notes: did not, in fact, give you permission to hurt me like this do it again.
salt in the wound by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: brain goes brrrr this has everything i need to survive tbh.
wanting was enough by @rubysunnday. notes: beautiful stunning magnificent i want to eat it.
an exhausted smile by @writing-havoc. notes: think i had an aneurysm reading this it was that amazing.
run away with me by @sumsebien. notes: i am still sobbing over this.
in emerald hearts, emerald minds by @undiscovered-horizon. notes: love love love love love. there aren't enough words in any language to describe how much i love this.
➡ alina starkov.
alina starkov x reader by @heliads. notes: alina does not get nearly enough love and this was so fucking sad and cute and brilliant.
➡ nina zenik.
the ten steps to 'i love you' by @sophierequests. notes: this was SO HEARTWARMING AND SWEET i adored it!!!
➡ zoya nazyalensky.
forget-me-nots by @syllvane. notes: not enough zoya fics on this hellsite. but also this ripped my heart out and made me sob so RUDE. i feel devastated.
➡ inej ghafa.
inej ghafa x reader by @heliads. notes: INEJ MY SWEET BABY, this fic is everything to me. everything. and it's so beautifully written!!!
➡ the darkling.
the dark side of the moon series by @myhairpintrigger. notes: this fic is ASTOUNDING. i haven’t cried this much reading something in a long time. i was FULL-BODY SOBBING. i don’t even like the darkling. i am Not a darkling girlie. but i was intrigued by concept of this fic and i can safely say it has ruined my life. this is Emotional Damage Incarnate. i will never recover. author, i salute you.
911.
through the smoke by @borntobewondering. notes: spent twenty whole minutes sobbing after reading this. i felt undone i felt hollow i felt so utterly fucked. author is a genius and that's all there is to say.
not so one night stand by @shmaptainwrites. notes: this was so fuckin adorable i'm in love.
d.c. to l.a. by shmaptainwrites. notes: bobby my guy just doesn't get enough fucking credit and this is so fucking adorable.
criminal minds.
➡ spencer reid.
trouble almost all my life by @januaryembrs. notes: this series is. it's literally. everything. i love bugsy like she's my own child. sister relationships are everything to me. i spent an hour sobbing in my bed over parts 2 and 3. i want this tattooed on my forehead.
➡ aaron hotchner.
found by @benedictscanvas. notes: DADDY i mean what. all jokes aside this was so sweet and beautiful and i'm in love the writing!!!
doctor who.
rage rage (against the dying of the light) by @morganas-pendragons. notes: felt feral after reading this. kayla just gets me in my feels every time.
heartbeat by morganas-pendragons. notes: this was the most emotional devastating thing i've ever read and i fully needed 3-5 business days to recover. rude. i want 100 more.
untitled by morganas-pendragons. notes: PAIN i love this so much.
ache by morganas-pendragons. notes: just scoop my heart out of my fucking chest i don't want it anymore after reading this.
a mind full of blissful terrors by @magiccath. notes: simply fucking amazing.
light in the dark by @i-imagine-my-doctor. notes: screaming please i adore this so much.
baby talk by @kisstherainwriting. notes: THE ABSOLUTE CUTIEST EVER. there's not enough clara fics and this had me squealing and feeling all warm and fuzzy!!!
holding my hand by kisstherainwriting. notes: angst galore this was STUNNING.
in another's eyes by @cas-kingdom. notes: PERFECTION.
where do we go now series by @theetherealbloom. notes: literally so fucking amazing i don't have enough words.
marauders.
the winner takes it all by @ellecdc. notes: brb faye is having a STROKE--
come back, be here series by ellecdc. notes: i think i had a full on stroke while reading this series. the attention to detail is insane. the characterisation is perfect.
i don't know you anymore (maybe i never really did) by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels. notes: SCREECHING i'm in love you don't understand.
bridgerton.
➡ anthony bridgerton.
distractions by @peterpparkrr. notes: simply immaculate.
right person, all the wrong times by @wwinterwitch. notes: did you mean one of my favourite tropes bc this is it.
right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & @thirteenisles. notes: i felt feral after reading this tbh.
➡ sibling!reader.
reluctant caretaker by @rubysunnday. notes: this fic hit my heart in all the right places okay sibling stuff means everything to me.
did she have a cookie by rubysunnday. notes: a joyous read from start to finish i CACKLED the whole way through.
moon knight.
come back to me by @mgparker. notes: still sobbing. immaculate.
the other sarcophagus by @starryevermore. notes: i literally reread this constantly i adore it so much!!
marc spector x reader by @softlyspector. notes: i had an aneurysm reading this and i haven't been the same since.
more marc spector x reader by softlyspector. notes: i am having an intense emotion hold on. anytime i see autistic stuff in canon content for any fandom i SQUEAK. and this is so well done honestly.
star wars.
heartless by @youvebeenlivingfictional. notes: i reread this constantly, it's so amazing and heartwrenching and beautiful and i want to eat it.
little talks by @light-yaers. notes: you simply do not understand how much i adore everything beff writes. i adore this fic more than i need oxygen to breathe.
right where you left me series by light-yaers. notes: personality-defining series. i LIVE for this fic. every update adds five years to my lifespan. if you're not reading this you are MISSING OUT.
a light, a song, a bluebird by @millllenniawrites. notes: made me SOB 10/10 would recommend if you like emotional trauma.
invisible string by @campingwiththecharmings. notes: pining!!! loneliness!!! i adore!!!
hard landings by @softlyspector. notes: no. no you don't understand. this fic doesn't just own my soul it is my soul. i want it tattooed on my face.
misc.
hopper x reader by @luveline. notes: you don't understand this might be the cutest shit i've ever read and jade is a fellow welsh person which automatically makes them brilliant in my book.
muña by @in-my-feels-probably. notes: alicent means fucking everything to me and this had me sobbing.
mistletoe magic by @writingsbychlo. notes: literally the cutest fucking thing ever, had me kicking my legs and squealing!!
#* faye's monthly fic recs.#* type: fic recs.#nikolai lantsov x reader#kaz brekker x reader#poe dameron x reader#marc spector x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#evan buckley x reader#the doctor x reader
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Before He Cheats
AO3
“Munson Home for the Recently Deceased, you stab ‘em we slab ‘em. How may I direct your call?”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before a light chuckle crackled through the speaker.
“Is that really how you answer the phone?”
Eddie smiled to himself. “Got you to laugh didn’t it?”
“Suppose.”
“Plus, no one calls the landline anymore unless they’re trying to sell something. You trying to sell me something?”
“No. No, I uh… I’m looking for an Eddie Munson?”
“Only an Eddie Munson? Only one? What a terrible fate. Well you’re in luck, my good sir. This is he. What can I do you for?”
The voice on the end of the line gave a light laugh once again but went silent almost immediately after.
Eddie stared at the wall in his apartment, waiting for something to happen. In the quiet he could hear the guy letting out little nervous breaths before one big inhale.
“I um. I’m sorry to have to tell you like this, I’d prefer to do it face to face but I don’t know where you live and you probably wouldn’t even want me at your house afterwards and I did find you on social media but it’s not something I wanted to do in DM’s, you deserve better than that-”
“Okay, hold on, slow down.” Eddie tried to ignore the panic starting to kick around in his heart. “Is someone dead? Is someone injured?”
“No! No, Jesus, I’m sorry. I told Robin that I’d be terrible at this but I couldn’t just let it go on without saying anything-”
“You haven’t really said anything. You’re just rambling.”
“Right. Sorry. Again, blame Robin. I’m around her too much. But… okay. Do you know Rick Lipton?”
Eddie felt the panic leave him, replaced only by irritation as he sighed through his nose. “What did he do now?”
“He… um. I’m sorry to ask this but are you his partner? Like, romantic partner?”
Eddie scowled. “And if I am?”
There was movement against the line, almost as if the other guy was nodding.
“Shit.” He muttered before picking back up in volume again. “Listen, I didn’t know. He told me he was single and I only found out because Robin lives in the same building as you and she saw him with you and asked the neighbours and they said you’d been a thing for like two years and you have to believe me if I’d known I wouldn’t have touched him, I don’t fuck around with cheaters-”
“How long?”
Eddie had expected to feel betrayal or sadness, devastation or heartbreak and they were there.
They were just lost under a tidal wave of anger and indignation. He was even surprised at himself that he didn’t feel more caught off guard.
Rick had never cheated before (that Eddie was aware of) but he had always had a wandering eye and a few off-colour jokes about 'going to find someone more his speed’.
They’d never really felt all that funny.
Maybe it was because their relationship had felt dead for the last few months.
They barely talked, they just existed around each other. The sex had all but dried up as well and whenever they did have it, it was completely impersonal. Get in, get out, move back to separate parts of the apartment if either of them even bothered to stay over.
More often than not one of them would make a quick exit back to their home.
Eddie had been thinking a breakup was on the horizon for a while.
But that was no excuse to cheat.
At least have the fucking decency to end the relationship first before going out and chasing tail.
“Um, like four or five weeks." The guy on the phone muttered, clearly ashamed. "I’m so sorry Eddie, I swear to god if I knew I would never… I have- I have proof if you need it.”
“If it’s a sex tape I don’t think I want to see it.” Eddie was trying really hard to maintain his calm and not snap through the phone.
If what the guy was saying was true, then he was an innocent party in this.
Didn’t make it hurt any fucking less though.
Didn’t make him any less pissed.
“If- no it’s not a sex tape.” The voice sounded scandalised. “Fucking hell, do people actually do that?”
“Yes.”
There was a pause, as though the guy was waiting for Eddie to continue but Eddie just let it hang in the air. He wasn’t ashamed.
But he was definitely going to have to purge those files now.
“Okay well… It's just a photo. I posted it to my insta a week ago but he was really weird about it being up, which in hindsight makes a lot of sense, so I took it down.” He said, quiet and sad. “I can send it to you if you want.”
Eddie pursed his lips.
“Please hold.”
He unceremoniously dropped the phone with a clatter, leaving it dangling from the cord, bouncing against the wall and probably blowing the guy’s ear out.
Maybe in the morning Eddie would feel a little bad about that, but for now it just felt very satisfying.
He rifled around in his bedsheets for his phone before making his way back to the landline.
“Still there?”
“Yes. Ow, by the way.”
Eddie just shrugged, well aware the guy couldn’t see him but whatever. He wasn’t in the mood.
“Send it on.”
Only a moment later his phone pinged with a notification and Eddie opened the photo.
Well.
Shit.
There was Rick, in amongst a crowd at some nightclub, plastered to the side of some pretty boy who looked like he had a regular workout routine.
Ugh.
Eddie couldn’t handle gym bunnies, the amount they could bench or whatever was all they ever talked about. But this must be the guy on the other end of the phone.
@King.Steve.Of.House.Hair
Rick had King Steve’s earlobe in between his teeth and from the angle of the selfie Eddie could see his hands were wandering.
It looked like some kind of Halloween night, if the teeny tiny little sailor outfit was anything to go by.
God damn.
But even so, Eddie still wanted to be sure that what he was seeing was… well. What he was seeing.
“Steve, is it?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t realise I hadn’t given you my name yet.” Steve let out a nervous laugh, like he was expecting Eddie to jump through the phone and strangle him.
Eddie was fit to strangle someone but Steve wasn’t in his crosshairs.
“Don’t worry about it. Tell me, what does Rick have tattooed on his ass?”
“Uh…” Steve paused. “He doesn’t have a tattoo on his ass? Not that I’ve seen anyway. But I can tell you he does have his taint pierced. For some fucking reason.”
Eddie gave a quiet laugh at that, despite the monumentally fucked up situation and the final cracking piece of his heart breaking away. Rick had that piercing by the time Eddie had met him. He insisted he’d gotten it because it was sexy. Eddie was pretty sure he’d just lost a bet.
Eddie was no stranger to intimate piercings himself. He had his frenum done a while back.
That one he’d definitely done because it felt sexy.
He looked back down at his phone, idly flipping through Steve’s profile and all of his other photos.
He probably shouldn’t be thinking about how hot Steve was, how it was juxtaposed with a soft cuteness that almost felt like it didn’t belong to someone with such broad shoulders and defined arms.
He hated himself for thinking about Steve’s attractiveness.
It felt wrong.
Even though he was pretty much single now.
Even if Rick didn’t know it yet.
But fuck him.
He’d find out.
One way or the other.
And Eddie was nothing if not a drama queen.
But he wouldn’t do anything tonight.
No tonight he would just… hurt.
And smoke.
A lot.
“Eddie?” Steve’s voice came through to him. “You okay?”
Eddie swallowed, finding it a little more difficult than he expected it to be and realised he’d just been staring down at his phone in silence.
The screen had gone black.
“Yeah.” He answered, his voice thick. “I’m fine.”
Steve hummed. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Eddie laughed. It was wet and sniffly and vulnerable and horrible. “What are you gonna do from over the phone far away… wherever you are?”
“I dunno. I could just… talk to you I guess? Help you plot Rick's murder?”
Eddie laughed again, a little brighter this time. "Yeah, that could be good. But if I'm plotting murder I want to be a little more comfortable." He unlocked his phone and hit the follow button on Steve’s account. “This conversation requires lounging, not standing by the landline.”
“Oh-”
“How do you feel about a video call?”
A notification popped up on his phone, letting him know Steve had followed him back.
“A video call is fine.”
“Great.” Eddie paused. He wasn’t even sure how to end this call with the guy his boyfriend of two years had been cheating on him with and who he’d just asked if he wanted to video call so Eddie could smoke his feelings away.
He just didn’t want to feel alone right now.
He could have called Chrissy or one of the boys to come hang out with him but that would require explaining everything over again and he really didn’t want to do that right now.
Before he could think much more on it Eddie said a quick “Okay bye,” and hung up.
Steve knew the story and Steve had been wronged too and maybe they could just be mad and sad together.
He unlocked his phone again as he walked back into his bedroom and hit the video call button, not even bothering to turn his light on, leaving himself and his room shrouded in darkness. He propped his phone up on his desk, angled towards the window where he sat on the sil and started to roll, using the streetlights streaming in the window to see.
Steve picked up only a moment later and Eddie got his first good look at the guy live in action and not through a photo online.
He was sitting at what looked like a kitchen table fully lit by the overhead lights, a pair of wire framed glasses perched on his nose and his hair messy and dishevelled, like he’d been stressfully running his hands through it, which he probably had been.
Eddie didn’t know how stressed he would be if he had to make a call to someone to tell them their long term partner had been cheating.
He was leaning forward, elbows on the table in a cosy yellow sweater with a slight worry between his eyebrows.
He looked so soft.
Nothing at all like the nautical sea queen look he’d been giving in those photos. He looked comfortable and gentle and a little worried.
“Eddie?”
“Mm-hm?” He hummed, bringing the joint to his mouth and lighting it up before pushing open the window a little more and exhaling out into the dark rainfall outside.
“You okay?”
He shrugged. “I will be.”
“I’m not asking about whether you will be, I‘m asking about now.”
Eddie looked over and watched Steve as Steve watched him through the screen.
“Alright, then no. I’m not okay.” He took another drag. “I’m fucking pissed. I’m sad, I’m upset, I’m hurt, I’m angry, I’m disappointed and I don’t know if all of that is directed more at him for doing this to me or me for not expecting it.”
“How were you supposed to expect it?” Steve shook his head in disbelief. “No one should have to expect to be cheated on.”
“Dunno.” Eddie shrugged, looking back out the window. “Relationship was dying anyway.”
“Okay, and? That doesn’t make cheating okay.”
“Suppose not.”
“I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. For my part in it.”
Eddie glanced back over, taking in the downward tilt of Steve’s mouth and his big sad eyes.
“S’not your fault. You were wronged too.”
“I guess, but…” Steve bit his lip and looked up from the screen, casting his eyes around his kitchen like something was going to pop out and answer whatever question was running through his head.
Eddie waited. The guy had been very gracious so far and he seemed to genuinely feel bad for all the mess he’d been wrapped up in.
“I…” Steve continued. “I know how this thing usually goes. You find out you’ve been cheated on and you still love your partner so you tend to focus all your anger towards the person they cheated with rather than the person who actually wronged you.” He looked down, fiddling with some kind of flash card on the table in front of him.
“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Eddie stubbed his joint out, happy enough with his current buzz. He was sufficiently mellowed, he hadn’t cried yet though that would probably come once he was in bed, but his anger had simmered down to a level where he didn’t feel like putting his fist through a wall but still angry enough to plot.
“I am, I guess.”
Eddie nodded. “This happened to you before?”
That was probably rude. His filter malfunctioned at the best of times but when he smoked it was all but gone.
“Yeah.” Steve stared down at the cards in his hands. “My mom had to put up with my dad’s infidelity a lot. And my ex-girlfriend cheated on me a while back.” Steve paused before taking a deep breath. “Rick was actually my first attempt to get back into the dating world so…”
“So we can both be sad and angry together.”
“Yeah.” Steve smiled and Eddie stood up, plucking his phone from his desk and settling it on his bedside table, switching his lamp on and throwing himself face down on his bed, probably barely visible to Steve.
“We can be sad and angry together.”
Eddie glanced up. Now that he was closer to his phone, he could better see exactly what Steve was fiddling with, he could read some of the text on the card.
“Stevie.” Eddie sat up, moving closer to the phone and unable to stop the smirk running over his face. Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him. “Did you write out flash cards for when you called me?”
Steve’s eyes widened before he unceremoniously swept all the cards off the table in front of him, his cheeks turning a terrific shade of red and he leaned his face on his hand, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
“No.”
It was adorable. Incredibly dorky and adorable.
Eddie laughed, full on braying belly laughs, collapsing backwards onto his bed. When he peeked back up to look at his phone through his giggles, Steve’s face was somehow even redder.
“Oh my god.” Eddie breathed. “That’s darling.”
“Shut up.”
“No, no. It’s really very sweet.”
“Ugh. Whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes but was still smiling, still had a blush lighting up his cheeks.
Eddie settled himself back against his headboard. “Actually, listen, let me ask you something.”
“Okay?”
“Does Rick know? Does he know that you know? Or that you told me?”
“No.” Steve answered, finally relaxing his fake nonchalance into real relaxation, folding his hands on the table and propping his chin up on them. “I figured if anyone had the right to rip his balls off it would be you.”
Eddie nodded.
That he could understand.
“I get that, but there’ll be no ball ripping from where I stand. No, I want to hit him where it hurts.”
“Woulda hurt me plenty.”
“Oh, I’m sure. But the only thing Rick loves more than his own balls is his car.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, he’s like, obsessed with that thing. It’s weird. It’s not even that nice of a car.”
“I’d love to say he has bad taste but considering he picked the both of us, I’m pretty sure his tastes are actually immaculate.”
“Just his decisions are bad.”
“Exactly.”
“Well.” Steve sighed. “I’d love to help any way I can. I hate that I was involved in this, in what he did to you.”
“To us, Stevie. To us.”
“Right, so what’s the plan then?”
“When are you due to see him next?”
Eddie pulled his van into the parking lot of the bar. It was halfway across town and a place that he never frequented if he could help it. Rick liked it though, always had. Eddie just liked other places around town more.
But it could be cute, he supposed. A small little country and sports type place that had a rainbow flag behind the bar and a small number of regulars who, according to Steve, wouldn’t do anything unless you got between them and their drink.
He knew that Steve was inside with Rick, playing up the flirty angle and acting tipsier than he actually was to put him at ease.
Steve had mentioned one of his signature moves involved pool, bending over the table and wiggling a little bit to keep the attention on him. Pulling out a little pout whenever he missed a shot or asking for help to line up his cue.
Eddie would be more upset by the fact that he was missing the sight of it if he didn't know he'd have the opportunity to see it himself at some point in the future.
They had talked for so long that first night, long enough that the sun was starting to come up by the time they'd both dragged themselves away from their phones to sleep.
They’d talked about their families, their friends, what they were doing in life right now as opposed to what they had hoped they would be doing when they were teenagers. They talked about their school selves and their dating lives and as the conversation wore on Eddie found himself thinking again and again about how long it had been since it had felt so easy to talk to someone like that.
It had been a very long time since Rick had put any effort into getting to know him as he grew through their two years together, like he expected Eddie to stay the same person as he was at the start of the relationship.
After that first night where they’d figured out their master plan, he and Steve had just… kept talking. Throughout the rest of the week up until tonight, they were in almost constant contact, only really taking a break to sleep and work.
Eddie felt connected to Steve and in some roundabout way he was thankful to Rick for bringing him into his life.
He’d even met Robin in passing one day, living two floors below him, holding the door open for him as he tried to wrestle with grocery bags.
She was so weird. He kind of loved her the second she opened her mouth. Honest, but with the sharpest tongue he’d ever met on a person.
She had knocked on his apartment door later that evening to tell him Steve was calling over to visit and asking if he wanted to come around to meet him.
Steve had apparently delegated the asking to her because he was too nervous to do it himself.
Again, adorable.
Steve was somehow even sweeter and even saltier in person than he was over the phone and Eddie tried hard, he tried really hard not to look too much or let his fucking horomones run away with him but Jesus. H. Christ it was difficult.
The sweetness of his soft sweaters and polos, his gentle smiles and understanding words matched with his salty mean girl attitude that would slip out every so often and the bitchiest of eye rolls that made Eddie’s heart jump.
Eddie was also trying to feel bad about what was happening but honestly, he was losing reasons to care that much.
He hadn’t texted or called Rick once in the last week and Rick himself had never reached out which all at once made Eddie realise he was the primary communicator in the relationship and it hadn’t been reciprocated in a long, long time.
Adding onto that was the knowledge that Rick was still fucking cheating on him and was in regular contact with Steve left Eddie only half heartedly feeling bad.
He and Steve would go over the screenshots of the conversation together every night and every night Eddie found it harder and harder to hang up the phone.
He was pretty sure Steve was feeling the same way.
They kept just catching each other staring. Or smiling or, pulling back from touching too much and he was almost sure that as soon as Rick was out of the picture for the both of them, something was going to blossom.
Even now, with Steve inside, flirting up a storm with Eddie’s ex-boyfriend who didn’t know he was an ex yet, they would be ending the night together.
Robin was waiting back at her apartment with an alibi ready if Eddie needed it though he suspected he wouldn’t.
Neither he nor Rick had a great track record with the police and it would be more trouble than it was worth to get them involved.
Speaking of, Eddie spotted Rick’s car, some souped up four wheel drive monstrosity of small dick syndrome sitting in the shadows and away from the cameras of the bar where Steve had convinced him to park with a suggestion of something happening in those shadows later on.
He hopped out of his van and threw open the back doors, grabbing his bag of goodies before sidling around Rick’s car to wait.
When the chords of some Shania Twain number started to leak through the walls, the signal he’d been waiting for, the sound loud enough to drown out what Eddie would be doing, he dropped his bag to the floor.
Curling his keys into his fingers and with almost a skip in his step Eddie began to carve a stripe through the immaculate and expensive paint work. Working his way around to the drivers side, he lifted the key up before bringing it back down.
With a little bit of sickening glee, he hacked the word CHEATER into the side of the car, the side that would be immediately visible from the bar door and the side Rick would have to see every time he wanted to get in and get out of the driver's seat.
At least until he paid a bomb to get it fixed.
Eddie had connections in this town. Working as a mechanic here for years would do wonderful things to extend this pain.
Rick knew fuck all about cars.
Tucking his keys back into his pocket, he sidled back around to his duffel bag, unzipping it and pulling out his Stanley blade.
Unsheathing it, he gripped it tight in his hand and punched it down into the nearest tyre, listening with satisfaction as the thing slowly deflated before moving onto the other three.
A second Shania song had started up.
He could hear Steve crooning out from inside, getting louder and Eddie knew he was running out of time.
He pulled Steve’s baseball bat from the duffle and gave it a little twirl, the same one he’d seen Steve do when he’d first handed it off and he had tried so hard not to be attracted to it.
He’d failed miserably.
Maybe Eddie could deal with a gym bunny if that gym bunny was Steve.
With an almighty swing, he brought the bat down, shattering one of the headlights with an almighty crash that wasn’t quite drowned out by the karaoke inside.
Rearing back Eddie swung again, smashing the other headlight and while the music didn’t cut off, he could clearly hear Steve inside calling out for Rick to “Wait!”
Okay, only a few seconds left.
Pulling the bat back and letting the anger and betrayal and indignation flow through him, he brought the bat down hard into the windshield where it embedded itself, the spider cracks of the tempered glass making the thing practically opaque.
The bat was fucking stuck.
Eddie knew that if he was able to pull hard enough he would be able to release the whole windshield from the car but he didn’t even have the strength in him to budge the bat.
“What the fuck?!”
Eddie slowly released his hands from the bat and turned, looking at Rick standing in the doorway of the bar, his mouth hanging wide open in shock, unable to believe what he was seeing. Steve was standing just behind him, with one hand over Rick’s chest.
To anyone else it would look like a comforting gesture, maybe. A show of support.
But Eddie could tell the hand was there to hold Rick back if he decided to lunge.
Both Steve and Rick dragged their gaze over the flat tyres, the word carved into the side, the bat stuck in the windshield.
“Hey sweetheart.” Eddie called across the distance, feeling comfortable enough to turn his back to pick up his bag, trusting Steve to at least shout if Rick was about to tackle him.
“Eddie,” Rick breathed, still open-mouthed somehow. “What in the god damned hell has gotten into you?!”
“I wasn’t talking to you.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and held his hand out.
Steve patted Rick twice on the chest and stepped out from behind him.
Rick watched him walk away looking even more bewildered than before.
With one hand Steve took Eddie’s and with the other he grabbed the bat, wiggling it a few times before pulling it free.
They broke apart as they reached Eddie’s van, Steve climbing into the passenger seat and Eddie throwing his bag in the back before starting up the van from his position in the driver's seat.
He leaned over Steve to shout out of the window, “Have a nice life, asshole!”
As the van tore out of the lot, Steve stretched both hands out of the window, two middle fingers extended until Rick, still frozen on the spot, was out of sight.
When he pulled himself back inside, Eddie saw him glance his way, a huge grin on his face.
Eddie had a smile to match, whooping into the night as they sped down the road.
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2026 Rewind - Grid x AudiDriver! Reader
Plot: After some devastating deaths within the F1 industry from unmistakable names in 2025, the FIA decide to make a plan to race at all of the old tracks that are iconic but haven’t been on the grid for a while.
A/N: this is racing heavy with only drivers name dropped, but if you want cool Ted and Crofty with Y/N vibes while learning more about some of the FIA Grade 1 Tracks, have a read!
Credit to celestinovietti for the GIF
“So Ted, let’s talk about this years line up. It’s just so iconic that I can’t bear it!” David Croft says as they are in the commentator box at pre-season testing.
“Yeah Crofty, obviously it’s so unfortunate the reason behind what we are calling the 2026 rewind because of some losses we had in the industry and this was the way the FIA decided to pay tribute to those people!" Ted explains before the onscreen for the year comes up.
"So, lets go through the year together and analyze it. We're starting of the season strong in the lovely Kuwait, here at Kuwait Motor Town, this is where we are kick starting off this season. It's a high speed track here just north of where we would typically start in Bahrain. This is a track consisting of 20 turns, and is 5.609km of racing ahead. I'm very excited as no-one in F1 history has raced here in an F1 car. Who do you think's going to do well here Ted?"
"Well, there's some really nice corners, and it's a similar temp to Bahrain so i think it's difficult to tell but I can imagine the Audi with Y/N now having done her rookie season learning all those key values about the F1 car and how it works. McLaren will also be good here, really tightening up the constructors championship this year!" Ted offers looking at all the onboard footage.
"Yes I agree, I think Red Bull tend to be quiet strong a the start of the year naturally and its a game for the other teams to be playing catch up!" Crofty agrees.
"Okay, then after Kuwait, we'll be travelling to and correct me if I'm saying this wrong but the Kyalami Circuit in South Africa near the wonderful capital Johannesburg. It's in replacement of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix, we haven't raced in South Africa since 1993 and what a beautiful circuit this is, its got some really high speed corners and yeah, I think the Ferrari will really be great on those long straights." Ted says analysis the data of the cars in testing.
"And now here we have with us, Y/N Y/L/N Audi F1 driver here to talk through the rest of the tracks!" David says and points to the camera for you to smile and wave before he pulls out the microphone in front of you.
"Hello!" you grin and David and Ted both burst out laughing.
"What did I miss, I'm really sorry i was late!" you smile looking between them and they both nod in understanding of how tight the weekend schedule could be, they are shocked they actually have your time right now.
"It's completely okay, we understand! We've only introduced Kuwait and South Africa, we are about to move onto the changed Australia track! Your thoughts?" he exclaims and you smile.
"Yeah, obviously it's going to be exciting with all these new tracks that none of us have driven, so of course there was a lot of testing in the sims... but yeah its great to be here in Kuwait, and I'm excited to go to South Africa as well!" you smile.
"Yes, and how do you feel about Australia being changed from Albert Park in Melbourne to the Adelaide Street Circuit?" Ted asks with a grin on his face knowing how you felt about the Australian races.
"Well, after the spider incident in 2022, I've always been so scared to drive in Australia" you giggle, before Crofty pulls up the video of you in P4 of the Australian Grand Prix in 2022.
Y/N - Theres a fucking tarantula in my car
Race Engineer - Copy that
Y/N - No i dont think you guys get it, its on me
"And you ended up pitting there was no time to get it out of the car because of where it was, you were crying for the rest of the race and you were going so quick so you could just finish that you actually ended up winning your first race here and overtaking Charles Leclerc in, what back then was an Alfa Romeo." Crofty smiles and you nod.
"Yeah, so where ever that race is in Australia I know ill be on edge the whole time, I'll have my crew do like 6 inspections on my car before each session to make sure. It was traumatizing i tell you!" you admit.
"So after what will hopefully be a spider free stint in Adelaide on their street circuit we move on to south east Asia where we will exchange Suzuka Japan, for the Fuji SpeedWay, a truly iconic track before going back to an old favorite of some of the older driver on the grid like Lewis and Fernando in South Korea at the Korea International Circuit!" Ted says showing the line up for the races after Australia.
"I'm really excited for these, the atmosphere of the fans is always amazing and the tracks here are great I think Audi thrive on these sort of tracks and yeah, I'm excited to see what we can do there!" you smile, looking at the spinning track layout that popped up on screen.
You move on to Miami's replacement being the iconic Californian Long Beach Street Circuit.
"And we've been tipped of, by a certain Cash App driver that he'll be taking you to DisneyLand while out there?" he asks looking at you.
"Yes, Liam has already been once and when I said about wanting to go to radiator springs he and Daniel jumped on the opportunity to go, which then Yuki and Max wanted to come so it's now turned into this whole massive group trip!" you laugh knowing that half the grid would come with you guys.
"And of course much like the UK Italy is another pinnacle of Motorsport and we've had to change out two of the iconic track Monza and Imola. So for the first change of Italy we've changed it to the iconic Mugello track which I just really love, don't you Y/N?" Ted asks looking at you.
"Yeah I think Lando and Osc will be really strong there, I'd like to think me and Carlos are as well with the Audi this year... so yeah I'm excited for Mugello! Obviously they raced here in 2020 so it's the most recent of all the races this year to make a return so its only really me, Oscar, Logan, Fred, Theo and Kimi who haven't raced there" you smile analyzing the twisty track up on the screen.
"Yes, then we'll be moving onto, what was probably one of the toughest decisions of this year which was switching out Monaco and what to switch out such an exciting race with, so they didn't its the only race on the calendar this year that has remained unchanged!" David explains making you nod.
"I think, where this year is to show the history of F1 and what it means to all of us, the teams and the fans. And by keeping Monaco on there where its such a historic track, i think that's actually staying true to a rewind year!" you smile, you'd always loved the vibes in Monaco, from the fans to the track to how your car performed there.
"Yeah i agree i think it was the right choice keeping Monaco!" Ted exclaims also loving the vibes at Monaco.
"Okay, then moving all the way to the west, we'll be in Canada moving from Montreal over to Quebec at the second oldest track, the Mont-Tremblant Circuit!" David shows the new Canadian circuit on screen.
"Then after Canada we've got a really special double header with two Spanish Grand Prix's at different locations. We have the Valencia Street Circuit and Del Jarama Circuit. Both very exciting and it will be a long weekend in Spain!"
"I'm excited to see a street circuit in Spain, obviously we had Madrid for the last two years after Barcelona, so I'm excited for both Valencia as a street circuit and Jarama which is such an iconic track because of those tights turns and yeah I'm really excited for this one!" you smile.
"Obviously next one was another tough one, Silverstone again another iconic track and the UK has so many other iconic tracks that its hard to choose, there was talks of Aintree, Watkins Glen and Donington Park but ultimately they went with Brands Hatch what do you think on this?" Ted asks looking over to you, holding up a page showing all the different UK tracks.
"Yeah, I think there's some really iconic tracks in the UK, its my home so i grew up racing on a lot of those tracks in different motorsport categories, I think there's ones that are arguably better for Formula one, which is why Silverstone is the main circuit as it gives for the most interesting race, however for me it would have been a call between Brands Hatch and Watkins Glen so I'm glad that they chose Brands Hatch, I've got some great memories there at testing and showcasing the car or working with the Top Gear team, so I'm excited to race there!" you explain, the United Kingdom is the like Monaco in being both a founder and royalty when it comes to Motorsport.
"I 100% agree with that, however I just love Aintree so much and am gutted we wont see it!" David Croft admits.
"So after Brands Hatch we move to Monsanta in Portugal which we haven't raced in Portugal since 2021 because of the COVID restrictions but that was in Algarve so it'll be interesting to see the difference!" Ted offers looking at the next circuit floating on their screen as he zoom's in on turn 4.
"Then, again there another track we hate to see go even if its for one year but Spa, its so iconic and its one of the most dangerous circuits we race now and it's being swapped out for Circuit Zolder on the other side of Belgium! Thoughts?" David asks out in the open.
"I" you start.
"Well I think" Ted also starts and you both look at each other in shock before laughing. You let Ted go first to say his piece.
"Well, I think it's no where near interesting as Spa, and especially where its the last race before a break... I think it's going to be way more uneventful than Spa!"
"Y/N?" Crofty asks looking at you.
"I actually think the opposite most of the tracks have been very high risk with lost of turns and chicanes and hairpins that really catch you out, however this reminds me of the simplicity of Monza and everyone, everyone loves Monza. So i think it will really even out the mid field cars" you says observing the track that had nice long straights and minimal turns.
"I agree with you there Y/N! Next after Zolder we head over to the heavily missed Nurburgring in Germany, the last time we saw it was 2019 so again, up until our 2019 rookies would have driven there how'd you feel about this track Y/N?" David asks.
"Well, it's such an iconic track for so many reasons I really wanted to race there after I watched Lando, George and Alex all race there in 2019, I was actually there in the paddock that year with Ferrari as a part of their driver development programme" you nod, explaining to them how excited you were for it.
"Now next in the place of Monza which we just mentioned we have a complete wild card of the Scandinavian Raceway in Sweden! Now this, this is one I'm excited for it's a beautiful track and has the coldest track temps we'll probably get all season! So it'll be a real fight to see who can protect their tyres and manage them well!" Ted explains and you nod, knowing it would be an exciting race.
"Then after that we travel to France where we haven't been for a while, however the Bugatti Au Mans Track in France is iconic, there are so many great tracks in France like Paul-Ricard or the Charade Circuit or Dijon de Prenois, all of them are great but the Bugatti hasn't been done is so long and really means a lot historically to the sport" David offers, showing you one of the only tracks you didn't feel too excited a lean towards.
"Then, we move back across to Aisa, going to an age of favorite of the age old Sepang International Circuit in Malasiya which is one fans have been wanting to see back on the race calendar for a while so i wonder if this will stay into 2027!" Ted takes over, and you nod.
"I'm also very excited for Sepang! After Malaysia we move onto the first ever FIA grade 1 race track the Chang Circuit in Thailand, how to we feel about this?" David asks directly looking at you.
"Not only is it a beautiful track, but it means that Alex now has a chance to race at his home track while racing under his home flag and I think he's really excited for it. He's in a great car, the Williams has come leaps and bounds and are top midfield contenders and definitely will be up there fighting for race wins!" you smile, knowing Alex was so happy to have this opportunity to race in his home country.
"I agree Alex Albon to win in Chang Circuit, I've put my money on it! Our next circuit it one that NASCAR share with us in F1 taking it back to the Indianapolis Speedway, on the lower F1 circuit of course rather than the Oval that the NASCAR drivers use!" Ted explains.
"Yeah, that lower track is great, you got the nice curve and we'll be able to get to those really high speeds. It's an iconic US track just like COTA!" you admit, taking a sip of the water you'd brought with you.
"After Indi, we'll make our way a little further down south to the Rio de Janiro International Track in Brazil, which is instead of Sao Paulo" David explains looking at the second F1 track in Brazil, it was a nice track but Sao Paulo had been on the roster for so long.
"Then, we are back in Las Vegas, but not on the Strp track that was created in 2023, no we are going back to the Ceaser's Palace Track and I know many people complain about these Las Vegas Grand Prix's because of the timings and the drivers not really liking driving at 12pm!"
"Yeah, i agree they are really strenuous just like Qatar for the heat but I love the vibe Las Vegas brings and I like the whole weekend with all the activities in the fan zone and yeah I'm excited they used Ceaser's Palace rather than the Pheonix Street Circuit which i know they were considering.
"I agree. Our last two races, then consist of the Buddah International Circuit in India and rounding off instead of in Yas Marina in the Dubai Autodrome, which will be a really nice round off" David exclaims.
Slowly you end the interview up, needing to go down to the track to get into the car for you leg of pre-season testing.
What a year it would be.
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imagine saying you're gonna participate in no nut november and the boys get absolutely devastated i think that'd be so funny
bonus if you avoid their advances and leave them all needy and begging for ur attention ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ heavy on shoto since he tweeted he was gonna fail it as soon as it started 😭😭 he would be inconsolable if u said u were gonna participate hes a very needy boy (*'▽'*) -🌸
nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader
omg- i will literally kiss your brain, all these ideas tskr
i'm sorry if anything doesn't make sense, i'm falling asleep as i type this ＞▽＜
here are some headcanons lovelies, enjoy ♡
ꨄ VOX AKUMA
“alright bet.”
after 2 days, he comes to you pouting, “babe, i can’t. i’m so fucking horny.”
you smirk at him and say, “use your hand then.”
“please baby, i need you.” he whines, “besides, it’s just a silly little challenge the internet came up with, you don’t need to participate in it.”
“i like it when you beg, beg for it a little more and maybe i’ll consider it.” you giggle
vox leans in and starts kissing your neck, his hand rubbing your thigh
“come on darling. please? pretty please?”
eventually you give in and mans was so pent up, he kept you up the whole night
ꨄ MYSTA RIAS
“no way you’re actually gonna not cum for a month.”
you look at him and say, “i’m dead serious mysta. imma do it.”
“but babe...what if i get horny?”
“well, you’re just going to have to use your hand or your tenga egg.” you chuckle
a week goes by and you’re surprised mysta hasn’t come to bother you about being horny until you see him sulking on the couch
you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “what’s wrong babe?”
“i haven’t felt your mouth or your hand or your hole around my dick for a week. my hand and tenga egg feels nowhere as good as you.”
you giggle and all of a sudden your breath is knocked out of you when mysta grabs your wrists and pins you down to the couch
mysta kisses you and one of his hand reaches down to rub you through your shorts
you end up letting him have his way with you
mysta would fuck you like an animal in heat because of how pent up he is
ꨄ LUCA KANESHIRO
when you tell luca you’re participating he goes, “oh okay! pog!”
but after a few days he realises it isn’t so pog after all when he sees you swaying those hips while you’re cooking in the kitchen and seeing that ass that he loves so much being shoved in his face when you’re wiping down the kitchen counters
he gets such a raging hard on and he excuses himself to go relieve himself
after you’re done with what you were doing you walk into the bedroom to see luca thrusting his hips into his hand and moaning your name
you sit on the side of the bed and luca looks at you while still jerking himself off, “babe. i- i can’t do it. i need you. i need to feel you. please.”
you rest your hand on his chest and smirk, “keep going.”
he does as you asked and you start rubbing his chest up and down, brushing against his nipples occasionally, making him jolt and his dick twitch
after edging him for a few minutes, you finally lower yourself down onto him
he would tear up from how good it feels to finally have your walls wrapped around him
it isn't long before he cums and he'd ask you if you're good to go one more round because he's so pent up
ꨄ IKE EVELAND
i feel like ike wouldn't really mind tbh so when you tell him he'd go, "oh...okay!"
in my mind, the only scenario would be that ike just feels an overwhelming amount of love for you and the both of you start making out
things heat up after the both of you make out and he would want to make love to you but he would remember that you wanna participate in nnn and he would have to reluctantly cockblock
but i think at that point you'd just say, "screw it." and just continue with what y'all were doing
ꨄ SHU YAMINO
i feel like with shu you'd have to go into this with the intention of teasing him to the point where he can't resist the urge anymore
but let's be real, shu probably wouldn't be the type to beg
if anything, you'd give up on nnn and plead him to fuck you at which he'd smirk and say, "oh? given up already?" (i'm screaming-)
ꨄ SHXTOU
he would visibly deflate when you tell him you're participating in nnn
"but babeeee..." shoto whines and you just giggle walking out of the bedroom
whenever shoto would try to turn you on, praising you and telling you all the things he would do to you if you give up on nnn
you just laugh and say, "good try my love."
he wouldn't stop trying and at this point he's desperate
he flops on the bed and goes, "i feel like i'm dying. we haven't been intimate in a week babe! a week!"
"drama queen much? it's only been a week babe." you giggle at his antics
but of course, eventually you give in and shoto literally lights up
he starts leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, getting straight to work
#hana replies ♡#🌸 anon ♡#vox akuma#vox akuma x reader#mysta rias#mysta rias x reader#luca kaneshiro#luca kaneshiro x reader#ike eveland#ike eveland x reader#shu yamino#shu yamino x reader#luxiem#luxiem x reader#shxtou#shxtou x reader
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Only an Almost (XV)
Chapter 15: Aftermath
Hi! Here comes a new chapter!
We’re still dealing with a lot of angst! Sorry (not sorry)!
I hope you’ll like this chapter! Please, tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU
Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!
Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.
Word Count : 2387
Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist
You had called a dozen times, and Andrew had refused to answer.
After a night spent at his parents’, he felt better, although he was still devastated. He reckoned he would need a long time to get over this. Over you…
His brother stopped by the next day, just to check on him, but Andrew put on a brave face and played it off. Jon was everything but fooled. He stayed for dinner and well into the night. Sam was the one dispatched the next day to keep an eye on Andrew, who was beginning to be seriously annoyed at this game of babysitting.
Sam had been trying to get a conversation going for the last twenty minutes, but Andrew wasn’t in the mood to socialize and make an effort to fight his introverted tendencies.
Besides, there was a question on the tip of his tongue he was afraid to ask. He didn’t want to be angry at his best friend…
“Have you heard about the next rugby match? They say we’re up for a proper challenge against the French!”
“Hmmm…”
Sam finally heaved an annoyed sigh, but his voice was still gentle when he spoke.
“Come on, Andy! Say something! You haven’t spoken more than three words since I’ve arrived.”
“I’ve never asked you to come in the first place.”
“I’m just trying to be supportive. And a good friend. So… talk to me. Cry on my shoulder, I don’t know…”
A heavy silence followed, while Sam stared at his friend, sitting on his comfortable couch, the crackling of a fire in the hearth and the distant chanting of birds the only sounds to disturb the silence. Andrew was staring at the pine trees on the other side of the window, how their branches swayed in the wind.
“Did you know?”
Andrew’s question came out of the blue, making Sam frown. He was still staring at nothing as his deep voice cut the air like a knife. Calm, cold, deadly so…
“When you called me the other night to tell me to speak with Y/N… did you know that she wanted to dump me to date someone else?” he went on.
Sam didn’t answer, it was only then that Andrew turned his gaze to him again.
“You knew,” he let out in a bitter chuckle.
“I didn’t,” Sam defended himself. “I didn’t, I just… She told Daphne that someone had asked her out, but we didn’t know if she had accepted to go or not. I just… we just wanted you to have a chance to tell her how you felt before she would take a decision.”
“A little late for that.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t put the blame on me, that’s unfair! You’ve known Y/N for years, you’ve been head over heels for her for so fucking long, and you’ve been sleeping with her for months! You had plenty of time to tell her…”
“And I shouldn’t have!” Andrew answered with anger shaking his voice, turning it into a booming sound that echoed through the living room. “I shouldn’t have kissed her that night, and I shouldn’t have slept with her, and I should have kept my bloody mouth shut!”
“Of course not, you were right to finally act on your feelings!”
“Was I? Look where it got me!”
He heaved a frustrated sigh, almost a groan. Damn, he wanted to tear his own lungs apart…
“Talking to her was never the problem, Sam. She doesn’t love me. My feelings aren’t reciprocated. That’s the problem.”
“She’s making a mistake…”
“Didn’t you hear me? She doesn’t feel anything for me. She doesn’t want to be with me. She only wanted a fling, I was around, and she got one. End of story.”
Sam shook his head, but didn’t know what to add.
“I’m sorry, Andy. It makes no fucking sense to me. I was certain she felt the same… it was obvious.”
“She doesn’t want to be with me. She doesn’t want to wait around while I’m gone touring. I’m not good enough…”
“Now, stop it! You’re just wallowing in self-pity and indulging in some self-deprecating bullshit! You are good enough.”
“If I were, she wouldn’t be dating someone else,” Andrew spat back, and Sam wasn’t sure how he could counter that remark.
“You should have told me the truth,” Andrew went on after a short silence. “You should have told me there was someone else.”
“We didn’t even know she had accepted that date!”
“You should have told me. I went there hoping we could be together… that we could change it all to a proper relationship. And the next second, I’m out of the goddamn picture. It’s like… like my whole world crumbled down. You… you should have told me.”
Andrew blinked tears away, averting his eyes to hide his reaction. But his voice sounded more like a croak than a composed tone. Sam nodded.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you. I just… I’m sorry. Do you want to tell me how it went?”
“I went there. I wanted to talk, but instead we had sex. And the pillow talk that I thought was going to turn into an invitation for a proper date ended up in me running away so she wouldn’t see me cry.”
“Damn, Andy… that’s brutal.”
“Yeah…”
“I don’t understand why she acted like this. It doesn’t sound like her, it’s…”
“Cruel. Disgusting. Unfair.”
“Yeah… kind of…”
“I don’t know. I don’t understand anything. I haven’t understood a thing since we’ve started this.”
“Maybe she’s scared…”
“Stop. Stop trying to see something where there’s nothing at all. She wanted sex, and I was around. And I was foolish enough to think she cared. That’s all.”
Sam heaved a sigh, but nodded anyway.
“Have you talked to her since that night?”
“No.”
“Has she reached out?”
“Many times. I’m hesitating to block her number.”
“You should talk things out, though.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“You ran away, you said it yourself. Perhaps… perhaps if you talked, you could understand why she did this to you. Not why she doesn’t feel the same, but… why she acted like that. Why she hurt you like that.”
Andrew weighed his friend’s words. They sounded wise, but promised a lot of pain too.
“I’m not sure I want to know.”
Sam nodded again.
“Can I do anything to make you feel less terrible?”
“Not really, no. I just… I just need to process everything that happened.”
Sam rested a comforting hand on Andrew’s shoulder, but he didn’t react.
“You’re a good man, Andy. I know… I know it’s hard. But… don’t let this make you feel bad about yourself, okay? It’s not your fault. And you’re a good man.”
Andrew’s gaze followed the branches swaying back and forth with the wind.
Not good enough for her to love me…
Two weeks passed, and it was time to buy the suits for the wedding. Andrew was doing his best to smile and look the part of the perfect best man, but he was nothing but numb with pain.
You shouldn’t be there, Sam had promised that; even though the same shop was taking care of the dresses and the suits, they had different areas, to make sure that the future bride and groom would not be able to see each other. Anyway, Daphne’s appointment had begun almost two hours ago, Andrew expected that she and her bridesmaids – including you – were long gone by now.
It was a fancy place, all wooden walls and shelves of silk and wool. The style of an old, traditional tailor. The carpet was a deep shade of green and blue, leathered seats around a large room with a set of mirrors and a long wooden table at the centre. It could have been a set for some old spy movie.
If all his friends knew that something was off with him, Andrew was grateful that they didn’t insist when he answered that he didn’t want to talk about it. Sam was the only one who knew about you and him, and Andrew was set on keeping it this way.
Sam was nervous as he tried on different suits. Andrew couldn’t hide that he was entertained by it, while a tailor was taking his measurements as well. They had all agreed on some colours and models, and Andrew had answered with a polite smile to the usual joke about his height.
It was an emotional moment when Sam stood in front of a mirror, wearing the suit he would wear for his wedding. A few adjustments were necessary, there were tiny colourful pins here and there, but it was the suit. Andrew patted his shoulder with a fond smile on his lips.
“Congratulations, Sam,” he said softly, voice warm and sincere. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, mate,” his friend answered with tears in his eyes. “God… it’s really happening. I’m really going to marry the love of my life. What a lucky bastard I am, huh?”
They both laughed. Their three other friends who were there were chatting behind them, comparing a set of belts.
“A handsome fellow too,” Andrew complimented.
“Right? Not ugly enough to make Daphne run away?”
“Nah… you look sharp. Besides, she’s smitten with you… for some weird reason.”
“She must be out of her mind.”
“Without a doubt.”
Sam brushed a tear away.
“God, I’m so fucking happy…”
Andrew gave him a warm smile, an honest one, the first earnest smile he had given to anyone since that night.
“I don’t know about that thing, though…” Sam added, pointing at the blue pocket square.
He had chosen a deep shade of burgundy for his suit, while his groomsmen would be wearing brown. Andrew and Sam were to share the same shade for the pocket square though, as Andrew was his best man.
“Green could be nice,” Sam mumbled, trying to picture another colour.
“You want me to go ask for another sample?”
“Could you? That would be grand. Thanks, Andy. We should compare it to your suit too.”
Andrew merely nodded, walking out of the room in search for the tailor. He walked down a corridor, reached the hall and easily spotted the man he was looking for. He was talking with someone…
… and as he walked closer, Andrew recognised you.
Your gazes met before he could turn around and leave, and all he could do was stare with an agape mouth and a shocked expression. You froze as well, and your sudden silence made the tailor turn in Andrew’s direction.
“Can I do something for you, sir?” he asked, and Andrew forced himself to swallow so he could summon back his voice.
“Yeah… erm… sorry to bother you, we wanted to see other colours for the pocket squares, if it’s possible…”
“Of course, sir. I’ll fetch them right now.”
He added a few words to you, but Andrew had stopped listening. What the hell were you doing here? Daphne’s appointment was three hours ago…
You were so fucking beautiful… in a simple pair of blue jeans, an emerald shirt, and the sun coming in through the large shop windows. His heart was going a thousand miles a minute and he hated himself for wanting to kiss you. You had broken his heart, his soul, him… in a million pieces and his first reaction was still an urge to kiss you, and hold you, and never let go…
The tailor was gone without Andrew noticing. You took a couple of steps towards him, and he tried to walk away, but he didn’t have the strength for it.
God, he missed you so fucking much…
“Hi,” you breathed, looking quite stunned to see him there.
“Hi.”
“How is Sam doing in there?”
“Good. Daphne?”
“Grand.”
“I thought you would be gone by now.”
He saw you clenching your jaw, noticed how this must have sounded… but he didn’t apologise for it.
“Yeah… well… Daphne and her mother are taking forever,” you joked. “And you can’t just ask a future bride to hurry, so…”
“Yeah…”
He cleared his throat, tried to look away. If he looked away, perhaps he could remember what you had done to him, and then he could go back to wanting to never see you again…
“Look, I… I know that now is obviously not the right time but… do you think that we could talk? Like… properly. You… you kind of stormed out last time, and I’m not blaming you for it,” you added in a hurry, as if to hold him back. “I… I understand. But we should talk about this. Could we do that?’
“I really don’t know what we could discuss,” Andrew shrugged, his voice growing harsher even if it was still low. “You’ve met someone else, there’s nothing to add.”
“You haven’t answered a single phone call since that night.”
He let out a long exhale through his nose, clenched his jaw. Still, his voice was soft when he answered.
“I… I don’t think we should see each other for a while, Y/N.”
“But I…”
“Please, just…”
“We should talk about this! Before taking any decision, we should talk about this! Andy… please…”
There were tears in your eyes and he was so angry by the sight. He was the one with a broken heart in this, with the unrequited feelings and the shattered self-esteem. Not you. Why the fuck were you crying when he was the one who felt betrayed and used?
“Look… Just one time. Let us talk about this, just once. And then, you can never see me again if you want.”
Andrew averted his eyes, buried his hands in the pockets of his trousers. But he nodded still.
“Alright.”
“Are you free tomorrow night?”
He nodded again.
“Alright, then… come to my place tomorrow, okay? We can talk this through.”
He nodded, unable to look up at you again, he knew he would start crying if he did.
And then the tailor was back, talking about the colours of pocket squares, and Andrew followed him in silence back to Sam, and the happiness of a friend Andrew was determined not to taint with his own sorrow. He was smiling when he looked at the green fabrics the tailor had to offer.
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I’ve seen a few posts implying that Stolas’s lines:
“I have wanted you for so long”
And
“Blitz, I think so very highly of you. I didn’t realize you think so low of me”
Are him being manipulative or guilt trippy or trying to make Blitz feel bad for not accepting him and like….no? TF? Did you black out when the conversation started?
Stolas is explaining to Blitz WHY he has his answer. He is giving an explanation for how he arrived at that conclusion. That’s the conversation they are having. He politely tells Blitz thank you, wishes him luck and then removes himself from the situation. He is devastated but like….thats allowed? He is deliberately not making that sadness Blitz’s problem. He is literally walking away, he left the entire room. Blitz chose to follow him demanding more information with his “What the fuck?” and Stolas explains why he came to that conclusion. I’m not saying he shouldn’t have given Blitz a chance to give his side, to have a minute, mind you, Stolas absolutely decided this on his own and his biggest crime here is directing this conversation, that’s a post for another day, but he’s not trying to make Blitz feel bad about it.
He’s not saying “I have wanted you for so long, doesn’t that count for anything. Don’t you owe me something for wanting you?” He’s saying “I have felt this way in our relationship for awhile but based on your reactions, both before and now we are not on the same page about that. You always assume all I want is sex and that you can’t even fathom it being romantic shows we are obviously not in the same place about this.” Cause….they aren’t?
And again “I think so highly of you, obviously you haven’t been feeling the same.”
Neither of those are manipulative. If anything Stolas being extremely transparent about his reasoning and answering Blitz’s original question “What the fuck?”
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summary: while Joel drives, you take care of a desperate need. he doesn’t take kindly to the distraction.
warnings: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. smut. joel’s hands. fem masturbation. fingering & pussy spanking galore. dirty talk. squirting. no beta.
word count: 1.8k
author’s note: look, i wrote this solely because i want this man to bruise my pussy with his massive hands.
☽ ��𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
The scenery is always the same. Unkempt trees, winding roots, and utter devastation. It was tiring looking out the car window passing by the same chaos every day. Joel wasn’t any help as he mostly kept to himself and focused on the task at hand, driving out west to look for Tommy.
Your only saving grace was being able to occasionally gaze at the older man. Living in the QZ for almost two decades left him ravaged. Hard lines permanently etch his forehead as gray has overgrown most of his hair.
Joel slows the truck as a fallen tree comes into view. He steers around the massive sapling praying it wasn’t some sort of trap as the limbs scratch against the side of the truck.
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding until the truck picks up speed and drives back on course down the freeway. Joel’s burly hands rest atop the wheel tempting you as his thumb smooths along a seem stitched in the worn leather.
Your thighs press together as a wave of arousal crashes into the deepest part of you. It’d been too long since you last felt his cock, that familiar stretch and burn that no matter how warmed up you got it was still a struggle to take him.
It’d been over a week and your nerves were starting to fray. There was really no time for genuine affection when you’re tracking across the country during an outbreak. Aside from a quick fuck here and there, you were constantly in survival mode.
You bite your lip as the last time you fucked flicks across your mind.
It was pure desperation as Joel took you from behind in the backseat of the pick up truck. His grip on the back of your neck kept you compliant as he fucked you full of his cock. Making sure he got every inch wet, he ground his pelvis into your fleshy behind and pressed until he felt your cervix kiss the head of his cock. “Why the whines, Sweetheart? We both know how much you love the pain.”
You bit your cheek to keep from moaning at the memory and fix the crotch of your jeans to lessen the pressure on your throbbing mound. As the heat swelters between your legs, you cast a glance at the older man who’s focused on the road. A little rub wouldn’t hurt anyone now, would it?
You slowly unzip your jeans and slide your hand into your panties. Arousal soaks your folds and clit making it easy to glide your fingers languidly across your pulsing flesh. The moment you graze your clit, the frantic energy calms. You drop your head back into the seat and sigh heavily through your nose.
“What the hell you doin’?”
Joel’s gruff voice stops you in your tracks. You whip open your eyes to find him staring incredulously at you. Your mouth bobs like a fish struggling for air as you search for the right words.
You realize your hand is still nestled in your folds when his eyes dip to your lap. “What? Pussy got your tongue?” He bites with a raised brow.
“I’m sorry but what else was I supposed to do? You haven’t fucked me since Kansas and a girl’s got needs.” You argue, pulling your hand from your jeans and wiping it on your leg. You inwardly cringe at how rude that came out.
Joel huffs and flicks his stare back to the road. His fingers grip the wheel so tight his knuckles turn white. He mumbles under his breath before jerking the wheel and pulling to the side of the deserted road.
You look around for any signs of danger, hoping it wasn’t raiders when Joel climbs out of the truck and storms around almost ripping your door off its hinges.
“Grab the headrest.” Joel growls, nodding towards the worn seat behind you. “You don’t want to mess with me right now, Sweetheart. Best do every fuckin’ thing I say.”
Nervous excitement races up your spine. He only spoke to you like that when you hit a nerve. You silently nod and do as he asks. He waits patiently while you secure your hold on the velvety cushion before meeting his eyes.
“If you let go…” He trails off letting the heavy threat hang as he looks wickedly under his lashes at you, “well, let's just say you’ll wished you hadn’t.”
Your heart leaps into your throat as he unbuttons your jeans and tears them off in haste almost breaking the zipper. He tsks when he notices a wet spot soaking through your panties. “Lookit’ the mess you made.”
Your belly flips with warm embarrassment as he slides the thin material down your legs and pockets the drenched fabric. “Let’s see if you can earn these back.”
He swipes a callous thumb up the shiny, wet slice of you tearing a gasp from your lips. Your cunt clenches from the attention it was so desperately calling for.
“This what you needed, girl?” He seethes, roughly circling his thumb over your sensitive clit. “Answer me.”
A raspy “Yes” tumbles from your lips as he traces his fingers up and down your quivering folds before prodding your molten center. Joel wedges himself between your legs with a smirk loving how needy you were being for him.
“Lookit this greedy little thing,” He mocks, before slowly pressing two ungodly thick fingers into your heat. Your cunt burns from the stretch but clamps down on the unyielding digits greedily. “Sucking my fingers in like it’s the first time.”
Your legs lock around his jacket covered waist as he drags his digits along your slick walls, wishing he was filling you with his cock instead. “This pretty pussy is absolutely weeping.”
The older man steadily pumps his fingers and presses into the deepest part of you, twisting his hand expertly. His fingers graze every hidden spot you never could find. Your face burns as the wet squelching of your cunt intensifies and drips down the seam of your cheeks pooling into a sticky puddle.
“You’re soaking the seat like a filthy whore.” He ridicules before hooking those devastating fingers against the spongy muscle behind your clit. Your body writhes in shock and you grasp the headrest even tighter as the pleasure mounts unexpectedly.
Lighting shoots up your spine as you’re forced to orgasm around his fingers and you come with a muffled shout as he slams his free hand over your open mouth.
You whine pitifully as he continues to pump you full of his fingers. You weakly shove your knees into his torso, trying to get him to stop as your overstimulated core throbs. “Joel, please.” You plead up at him with doe eyes after he removes his hand from your mouth.
“You got a lot of fucking nerve thinking that’s it.” He grits. “I know how much this cunt can take and I’m gonna make sure it’s well and used by the time I’m through.”
He slips his drenched fingers from your core and lands a harsh spank on your cunt. White hot explosions flash behind your eyes. Your body writhes from the steady blows he doles out, landing one after the other on your pulsing core.
“Where’er you runnin’ off to, huh?” He mocks harshly swatting your shiny, puffy folds. “You were just beggin’ for my attention not that long ago.” The slap stings even more with how wet you’ve become. You shift your hips trying to evade the blows but Joel growls and wraps a strong arm under your lower back keeping you locked in place.
“You’re gonna come just like this. I didn’t stop the car for nothing.” He orders and lands a severe spank on your abused clit. The car's roof spins when your eyes roll back and your orgasm is forced from your body. A silent scream tears from your lips as a wave of arousal gushes into the older man’s hand.
“Thatta girl.” Joel hisses as your arousal drips down his wrist when he quickly tugs his cock out from his jeans. He jerks his massive length twice with his slick coated hand before thrusting roughly into your fluttering core with a satisfied grunt. “Gonna fuck every last drop outta this greedy pussy.”
Joel fucks you with hard, possessive thrusts shoving you deeper into the seat with every drive. All you can do is take what he gives you. His eyes are primal, his teeth bared like a predator with a fresh kill.
His hips slam into the backs of your thighs with intent. The powerful drives shake the truck and make your cunt quiver as he spears you open and forms your walls around his cock. He grasps your jaw with a sticky hand and gives it a shake making sure your attention is all on him.
He hisses when your glossy eyes meet his and your cunt swirls. “You gonna soak me again, sweet girl?” His hips stutter when your core clenches around him and tempts him closer to the edge. “I can feel it.”
You shake your head, desperate to have some control despite how fucked you were, literally.
Joel’s chest rumbles deep with a dark chuckle. “It’s funny you think you have a say in the matter.”
He cants his hips, sliding all but the thick head of him from your quivering core before landing harsh, successive swats to your swollen clit. The tiny bud bounces from the force and shoots hot sparks up your spine. Joel thrusts roughly into your weeping core just as you’re about to tumble off the edge and drives his hips fast, pushing you into your orgasm.
Your cunt blossoms in desire and squirts your release all over his pelvis. “Fuck, yes. There you go. That’s my girl.” He fucks your spilled cream back into your warmth with a ragged grunt.
The bones in his jaw clench as the suffocating bliss takes root in the base of his spine. He growls as he pulls his soaked length from your convulsing heat and jerks his cock with a quick fist emptying his cum onto your trembling belly. Warm, white stripes burn your flesh as your arms finally unlock and fall to your sides with a thunk.
A warm hand cradles your jaw and you smile into the palm before Joel traps your lips in a devastating kiss. “We’ve got to get moving.” He says before wiping your belly clean and buckling you back in.
He shuffles around the truck with a spring in his step and jumps into the driver's seat. He turns the volume on the dash and smiles to himself as Hank Williams’ voice fills the cabin before pulling back onto the deserted road.
You sink into the old velvet with a satisfied sigh as you watch the overgrown surroundings pass in an uncaring blur.
It took you an hour later to remember he still had your panties in his pocket.
who else wants Joel to bruise their pussy???? 🙋🏻♀️🙋🏻♀️🙋🏻♀️
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#pedro pascal#the last of us#tlou
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FIRST TIME IN A LONG TIME
Pedro Pascal x Reader
WARNINGS: Smut (no spoilers), reader is aged up, established relationship, Pedro being a lil sub, MINORS DNI.
SUMMARY: After dating for three months, Pedro is still reluctant to take the final step with you, tonight you find out why.
There was no doubt about it. Pedro Pascal was a heart throb. A silver fox. A daddy to all, which he had stated proudly once or twice in the comfort of your apartment upon visiting during filming.
You’d been cast alongside Pedro in an indie movie starring yourself and Pedro and the two main love interests. You never imagined something would spark between the two of you during filming, and now it wasn’t exactly being kept quiet after Polaroids were released featuring the two of you on a subtle date to a restaurant in the town you were filming in. It could have been played off platonic from the first three; captures of Pedro feeding you strawberries and you giggling, until the fourth one was released of him kissing you tenderly in an alley way behind the restaurant.
At first you were devastated, but as always Pedro managed to shed a light on the situation, stating how now he’d be able to kiss you wherever he pleased and not be afraid of people seeing. However the strain in your chest still remained.
“Pedro, have you even seen what some of the people are saying? About both of us, they’re calling you… they’re saying you’re…”
“Because of the age gap?”
“Yeah…” you sighed, hands fumbling through your hair as you sat beside him on your couch, face torn with despair.
“Does it make you feel uncomfortable? The age gap?”
“No, of course not,” you shook your head, “we’re both consenting adults, I don’t see why it’s such an issue and why everyone has to stick their fucking noses in,” you sighed harshly.
“Hey, hey,” Pedro cooed softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with ease, “it’s alright, okay? So long as we’re happy, who cares what anyone else thinks.”
His words never failed to soothe your aching brain. You were known for your overthinking even in the best of times. Smiling softly you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, breathing deep to practically feel his scent attaching itself to your skin. He was so heavenly. You felt the way his giant hands cradled your frame, softly curling around your hips as he leaned forward, chasing your lips to deepen the kiss.
You had officially been “seeing on another” for two months, you wouldn’t call it dating. Neither of you had made it official. In the space of those two months neither of you had breached the topic of sex yet. Yes, two months and still no sex.
“Mph, P?” You pulled back softly as you felt his fingertips beginning to draw downwards towards your plump cheeks. Your little nickname for him made his chest tight, fighting the urges away.
“Yeah, honey?” He spoke softly, calmly, those big doe eyes staring up at you as you straightened your back, placing your hands on his chest.
“Maybe… do you think it’s time?” You asked cautiously, gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips, dampened from the swipe of his tongue.
Pedro knew what you meant and you watched his gaze harden suddenly. “C’mon P, don’t be like that, at least tell me why.”
“Why what?”
“Why you won’t have sex with me!” Your tone sharpened a little as you didn’t settle well into him playing dumb. He swallowed tightly, shifting beneath you as he averted his eyes.
“Ihaventslptwithanyn…..” he mumbled beneath his breath, barely audible, barely words.
“What?”
“I haven’t slept with anyone in a really long time…” he confessed, a rosy coloured blush flourishing in his cheeks, “I don’t wanna… embarrass myself.” He sighed, finally darting his eyes to meet your gaze, brows furrowed with angst and he awaited your response, “look there’s a 22 age gap between us, I feel old,” he sighed, what if I’m not like the younger guys you’ve been with?”
“What like the minute man I told you about?” You chuckled softly, “look okay sometimes it’s pleasurable when a guy cums fast, it’s almost like a compliment,” you tilted your head to the side softly, eyes never leaving his gaze, “but P, I think you’re the hottest man I’ve ever been graced with being in the presence of,” you leaned in slowly, practically crawling up the length of his large frame, “you’re the only man I want to be with,” you continued, hot breath fanning over his cheeks as you neared his face, “please do me the honour of letting me pleasure you.”
A shallow grunt parted from his lips as you pressed your full weight against his abdomen, feeling his hardening cock that had swollen behind the material of his jeans poking you. Smirking devilishly you bit your bottom lip, “you like the idea of me pleasuring you, daddy?”
“Fuck,” with a single word he lunged, wrapping his arms around your waist and hoisting you upright. Instinctively, your legs wrapped firmly around his waist, hands tangling in his unruly curls as he kissed you passionately.
“Bedroom?” You broke free between wet and heated kisses.
“Bedroom,” he nodded, hands kneading the flesh of your ass as you wrapped your arms around him, seeing the desperation pooling in the darkness of his eyes as he raced down the halls of your one bedroom apartment.
Seconds passed before you were being thrown down on the bed, eyes jolting for a moment before locking on Pedro standing before you, muscling arms strung over his head as he relieved himself of his shirt. His muscular frame finally coming into view.
You giggled softly as his knees planted into the mattress and chased you towards the headboard, finally hovering over you as though you were meek prey in the shadow of a predator.
“Fuck, Pedro,” you took a moment to admire his frame, hands dancing around the acres of skin. Arching your neck upright you slid down a little, giving you the leverage to attach your soft, damp lips to his nipple and sucking softly. You admired the way he whimpered under your touch, edging grunts from his core as your tongue swirled the sensitive bud.
“Fuck, no one’s ever done that before,” he stared down at you dumbfounded as you planted yourself back down on the mattress, “you’re gonna have to teach me these new techniques.”
“Well I suppose first we should see what you’ve got,” you pushed his shoulder lightly and he caved, rolling onto his back so he could top, only to be thrown back onto your side, back writhing beneath him.
“If you’re gonna go ahead and call me daddy then you need to know,” he paused for a moment, sitting himself up to unbuckle his belt making your heat pool at the sheer sound of the metal clanging together, “you’re not the one who’s in charge, baby.”
Your jaw fell slack at the sight that sat before you. There was no doubt in your mind what he was packing, you’d seen the outlines in stolen glances, but damn… This was something else.
“Pedro…” your chest heaved for oxygen as your eyes scanned up and down his cock, easily eight or nine inches, strung up tight and swollen, tip red and already leaking.
“It’s all yours, mama,” he smirked devilishly, “gonna show me what a good girl you can be?”
Speechless, you nodded, looking upwards as you allowed him to scoop you into his arms, planting you in his lap. The heat from his cock burned into your skin sending shockwaves down your spine, teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as his hand planted flat against your back, supporting you with ease.
His free hand slid between your heated bodies, feeling the lace panties you were wearing move to the side to reveal your soaking core. He grunted audibly making you quiver, “fuck, Y/N, all that for me?”
“All for you daddy,” you stated with confidence, “please I’m begging you fuck me,” and there came the submissive that was hidden not so deep in the dark whenever you were around Pedro. You’d be over backwards for that man, happily.
“Alright, mama,” he teased, grasping the length of his cock and gliding it through your soaked folds before teasing your hole, swirling the head around your entrance. Impatient and desperate you couldn’t wait any longer, locking eyes with the older male as you edged backwards slightly, sinking down onto his length and watching his jaw fell slack.
Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you, and stretched you, and pulsed deeper than anyone had ever ventured before.
“Ssh, ssh, I got you,” he lulled you softly, supporting your frame with a tight grip as you gasped at the feeling of his tip writhing deeper, “fuck I can feel you in my fucking stomach!”
He growled deeply, fighting the urge to plunge into you completely at your words, “careful, doll,” he warned, feeling the sensation of the heat, the soaking sensation overtaking the purer side of his mind sinking into the darkness purely to the sound of your wounded breathing, “that’s it, that’s it, you can take it.”
“G-give me a minute,” you swallowed, dampening your dry tongue as you rest your forehead against his, “Jesus Pedro you’re blessed with good genes,” you chuckled softly earning a smile from Pedro as his hands kneaded the skin of your thighs delicately, “all for you to enjoy, mama.”
His lips were tender, soft and slow as he kissed you. There was still heat and desperation, but god it was sensual. Feeling your tongue sliding over his bottom lip gave him the cue you were ready to move, only to hear you gasp as he began to lift you softly and moan in great ease as he sank back into your core.
“You alright, sugar? Can you take it?” He asked sincerely which made you giggle, “I would say don’t flatter yourself but damn you really deserve flattery-“ your breath jumped suddenly as he hit a spot inside you that made your toes curl.
“Here, let me,” he paused for a moment as he braced you, holding you close as he lowered you to the mattress. His hips slipped with ease, grinding against your core in a sensual manner, fucking you just right as your eyes locked.
“God, you’re everything,” he whined, “everything I’ve ever wanted,” his lips darted sideways, hot tongue flattening against the base of your neck before sucking gently, feeling your skin catching on his teeth.
“God, Pedro… my big daddy.”
“Fuck!” His teeth bit down harshly earning a strangled whine to leave your lips as he ploughed into you suddenly, burying himself deep in your core and halting. It was becoming clear it was hard for him to contain himself around you, desperate being far from the word but too afraid to hurt you. And it set your core on fire.
“Pedro, stop holding back,” you turned your head to the side as your arms curled upwards and around his shoulders, “show me what you’ve got.”
Pedro didn’t have to be told twice, muttering a gentle, “please tell me to stop if it gets too much,” before drawing his hips backwards and lunging forwards once more. His cock hit deep within you, exploring uncharted territory over and over again as you lay there, jolting at the heavy pace with gracious moans leaving your lips only egging him on further.
“Y/N, oh Y/N,” he groaned, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” his voice became a mantra, saying your name over and over again as he ploughed into your core, feeling the desperation of needing the pleasure take over and you were more than willing to provide. Knowing he hadn’t been touched in so long only burned your flame brighter.
“God, mama, I’m getting close,” his head reminded buried in your neck, only lifting suddenly to press your foreheads together, hands planting themselves beside your head. He looked down to see your face in the dim lighting of the bedroom, hands sprawled out beside you, breaths bouncing at his unruly thrusts and mouth falling slack, eyes rolling in unison.
“Pedro! Pedro, right there don’t stop!” You yelled, reaching upwards and dragging yourself towards his frame, resting your hand behind you as you moved your hips against his, locking his length inside your core and rocking your hips as though your like depended on it.
“FUCK!” He groaned loudly, panting like an animal in heat as his thrusts became sloppy, “fuck, mama, I need to- I’m gonna cum, let me pull out!”
“It’s okay baby, fill me up.”
“OH GOD! UGH!” and with that you felt your core tighten, squealing with pleasure as you felt the burning in your core, igniting the snap of your coil as you came down his length to the unison of his cock throbbing against your walls, pumping his seed deep within.
Your bodies were slick with sweat, still held close as though you were glued together as you panted softly, hair sticking to one another.
His head departed from your shoulder where it had been resting as he came, drawing it back to face you, “are you alright?”
“More than alright,” you nodded, “don’t worry I’m on the pill and I have plan B,” you sighed softly, “I can see you panicking.”
“I was a little,” he chuckled softly. His breath was hot, heavy and shallow all at the same time as he glanced down towards your glistening lips, pulling you effortlessly closer to kiss you tenderly.
“I love you,” his whispered softly between kisses, thumb drawing circles into the skin of your hip. You drew back suddenly.
“… Do you really?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he shook his head softly.
“That isn’t because I just gave you the most earth shattering orgasm ever, is it?” You half joked.
“No, but it definitely was earth shattering,” he smiled softly, “I am truly falling in love with you.”
“Ditto, P… I love you too.”
#pedro pascal#pedrostories#pedro x reader#pedro pascal smut#the last of us#joel miller#x reader#female reader#daddy pedro
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Thinking about UH3!Alastor’s feelings on cheating and adultery.
Content Warning: implications of period-typical racism for the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, brief mention of saneism/ableism
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Alastor was born out of wedlock. Mainly because interracial marriage was illegal; his father was white and his mother was not.
His father eventually got married to a white woman Alastor has never met, and as far as Alastor is concerned, she’s the other woman. His mother was there first. It doesn’t matter that his parents weren’t married; the unfaithfulness was committed with his father’s new wife, against his mother, and not the other way around. (And honestly, he’s right.)
Meanwhile, his mother likely felt ashamed anyway, and I think he picked up on that. I think he hates his father – for many reasons, and this is one of them – and his step mother, and their perfect little family built on secrets and lies.
And then the Morningstars come along.
Because remember, when Lucifer first starts hitting on Alastor, he has no idea Lilith is in on it. He assumes, up until Bloodlust and Butterflies Chapter 6: The Pride Before, that Lilith doesn’t even know, and up until Metamours, he’s still somewhat convinced that it’s an open secret that Lilith tolerates the way his mother and stepmother did – each vaguely aware of the other’s existence, with neither being too happy about it.
What I’m saying is, Alastor spent SEVEN YEARS thinking he was Lucifer’s affair partner. Or at least that he was playing at being one, when he was still messing with Lucifer during the 6 year failed seduction.
He spent 7 years putting mental distance between himself and Lilith, because if he thought about her too much, he’d run the risk of comparing himself to the woman who stole his father from his mother. (He didn’t even like his father, but it’s the fucking principle of the thing!)
And Charlie adds a whole other layer to things.
Charlie is an only child. Just like Alastor (not including potential half-siblings he never met; I haven’t decided whether or not his father had other kids, but his mother never did).
If Alastor had been Lucifer’s affair partner – as he assumed he was for 7 years – he would’ve not only been stealing Lucifer away from Lilith, but stealing him away from Charlie.
I don’t know if he would’ve felt remorseful, exactly – remorse is a complicated emotion for Alastor, and one he very rarely experiences – but I think it would’ve been devastating all the same if he dwelled on it long enough.
All that anger and hatred he felt for his father and stepmother would be reflected back on himself. His ego would take a huge hit, which – if you’re not familiar with the realities of NPD vs the ableist armchair psych version – could lead him down a self destructive spiral because that’s his coping mechanism, that’s his shield.
So he couldn’t allow himself to think about Lilith or about Charlie. Even more than he couldn’t think about his feelings for Lucifer, he could not under any circumstances think about what that would mean for Lilith and Charlie.
I mean, it’s no wonder he reacted the way he did at the prospect of being under the same roof as them:
A record scratch played from behind Alastor’s head and static hung over his words as he spoke, “At the palace? Where your wife and daughter live?”
“Yes, well Charlie will be out with her friends, so we-”
“And now I’m questioning your sanity,” Alastor snapped, cutting Lucifer short. “Because that still leaves the matter of your wife. I can't imagine she'd be all jakealoo seeing her husband in a romantic setting with another man!”
Hey, how many times do you think Alastor had to consciously ignore Lucifer’s wedding ring?
Mans didn’t take it off when his wife left him in canon; there’s no way it came off during Lilith-sanctioned rendezvous while they’re still happily married. (The Lucilith divorce is NOT canon in UH3.)
Lucifer wouldn’t think anything of it – he’s not doing anything unfaithful; he’s not going against Lilith’s wishes; he has no reason to feel guilty or conflicted about wearing it – but to Alastor, it’s a symbol of the union he’s intruding on.
Gods, I wanna write this so bad. I have so many stories I want to tell in this universe.
#fanby’s fuckery#fanby: uhverse#fanby: uh3#fanby: bloodlust & butterflies#fanby: metamours#uh: alastor#uh: lucifer#uh: lilith#uh: charlie#uh: radioapple#uh: radiosin#uh: lucilith#hazbin hotel#alastor#lucifer hazbin hotel#lilith hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#radioapple#radioapplesiren#lucilith
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flashback to my mistakes || George Weasley
Title: flashback to my mistakes
Pairing: George x Reader
Summary: George never planned on proposing marriage. Not after he broke the heart of the only woman he ever saw himself marrying. But when he’s up for Captain and the only thing standing in his way is a less than stellar reputation, he’s willing to do anything to overcome that. So when Fred suggests a fake dating scheme like all the romance books his girlfriend reads, George immediately agrees. What better way to show people he’s a serious role model than a lifelong commitment? Too bad the only woman he could even stomach pretending to be engaged to hates his guts. Or does she?
A/N:And here it is! The first part of my new hockey!george series! Hope you enjoy!
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“Weasley,” Coach Morris greets as George steps into his office. George nods in response, settling into one of the chairs facing Coach’s desk when the other man motions for him to sit. “Thanks for coming to see me on such short notice.”
“Of course, Coach,” George responds, keeping it brief. He’s trying to exude a casual, confident aura to hide the fact that he’s freaking the fuck out on the inside. Getting called into the Coach's office during the season is one thing, but having him schedule a last minute meeting a week before pre-season is utterly terrifying. The fact that his Agent and a representative from Legal aren’t in attendance is the only thing keeping George from a full on panic attack.
As long as his spot on the team is safe George doesn’t care what Coach might have to say.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you in today, and as much as I want to see you sweat a bit I’ll leave the torture for the ice,” Morris teases with a laugh. George doesn’t think he’s heard Coach laugh in the five years he’s been with the Rebels, so he manages to squeak out a chuckle. “As you know, Crawford retired at the end of the last season and the team is in need of a new captain.”
George clenches his fists, feeling like his stomach might fall out of his ass. As the center to Crawford’s right wing, George had been devastated when they lost in the second round of playoffs and Tyler announced his retirement in the locker room after. Losing a teammate is always hard, but Tyler had become like a big brother to George and he didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t just losing a good friend, but a captain as well.
Until now.
“I haven’t really thought about it,” George says honestly when Coach doesn’t continue. “I was more worried about who was going to replace Tyler on my line.”
Coach laughs again, shocking George just as much as the first time. “Well at any rate, the team is in need of a solid Captain. We lost a few other vets to trades and we’ve got a slew of rookies coming in who will need someone dependable to look up to as a role model. And to be honest with you George, your name has come up more than once.”
“Oh, wow,” George stutters out. “Just being considered for a position like that is an honor, Coach.”
George is not the most senior player on the team, so the fact that his name has been brought up in these discussions is truly a shock. He’s spent the last six years in the league working his ass off to try and make a name for himself playing the sport he loves. His rookie year he was placed on the third line, and every spare second of his time has been spent trying to improve in the hopes of moving up.
It’s why he’s still around, even in the off season. Even when the team is on break George is training. Whether it’s in the weight room or on the ice, George is always working hard to stay fit and on top of his game. And clearly it’s paid off, since he was promoted to second line during his second season, and half way through his third Coach bumped him up to first. The feeling of being the first person on the ice is like nothing he’s ever felt, and George has worked his ass off to keep that privilege.
And just the thought of having that capital C on his jersey as well has George feeling higher than any drug ever could.
“Final decisions haven’t been made yet, but I wanted to pull you in to let you know you were being considered because, well,” Coach pauses, and George thinks he might throw up. “Some of the administration thinks you’re still a little too fresh. You know I don’t like to listen to the shit some of those magazines publish, but not everyone who makes these decisions is the same way. And what you do or who you do off the ice is none of our business, but that doesn’t mean that the admin team likes hearing about the wild parties you go to and the girls you take home. Like I said they’re really looking for someone dependable and who can be a good role model to the younger guys on the team. We got so close to the Cup last year, and this year we’ve got the talent to get there, we just need the leadership to guide us.”
George nods in understanding. “Of course, Coach. I appreciate the heads up and the ability to show you and the rest of the admins that there’s no other man for the job but me. All that shit is in my past, I promise.”
“Good.” Coach starts to ruffle through the paperwork in front of him, and George takes that as a goodbye.
He shuffles out of the office and heads back down towards the parking lot, already trying to formulate a plan.
Now that him being Captain is on the table, there’s no way he’s stopping until that capital C is his.
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“So let me get this straight,” Fred starts, his familiar voice tinged with the tinny sound of a FaceTime call. “Coach said you’re on the short list for Captain, but some of the higher ups don’t think you’re a stable enough role model.”
George nods, taking a sip of his beer. “Precisely.”
“So now you’re trying to think up some kind of plan or scheme to convince everyone that your fuck boy days are in the past and you’re ready to be the team Daddy?”
“Yup, you got it.”
Even through the grainy call George can see the mischievous glint in his twin’s eyes. “Then you’ve come to the right place, little bro.”
George grins, but he knows it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The only downside of his job and his dedication to it is that it keeps him from seeing his family regularly. When your job keeps you busy for eight months of the year and you spend the other four months training for that job there isn’t much time to fly across the country for a visit. His parents and siblings still live in the small town in Washington where they grew up, and not having them close by makes the big city feel even bigger.
Under normal circumstances, Fred would be here on the couch with George. And they’d be sipping beers and scheming together. But a FaceTime call will have to suffice.
“So the partying has to stop, obviously,” Fred starts. “Or at least how publicly you do it. Same with the puck bunnies and trust me, I know, it wounds me to even say it. If I could get pussy that easily I would be fucking drowning in it, but if you want to project a new, focused and reliable persona you can’t be banging a new chick every night.”
“I came up with that on my own, genius,” George huffs. “But I don’t think that’s enough to really get through to everyone that I’m ready to be Captain.”
“And are you?” Fred asks. “Ready to be captain, that is.”
“Of course.” George is firm in his answer. “I know I can do it, and I’m just going along with some stupid scheme to show everyone else I can do it too.”
“Alright, bro, as long as you’re sure.” Fred pauses as they both think. An idea must hit him, because suddenly Fred’s eyes are lighting up. “Fake dating!”
George raises an eyebrow in question. “I’m sorry, what the hell did you just say?”
“Fake dating, it’s a book trope or whatever. Angelina is always talking my ear off about the newest book she’s reading, and it’s a pretty popular story line. You know, someone wants to make their ex jealous, or they need a fiance to get their inheritance. Bam, fake relationship.”
“Huh. That’s actually not the worst idea you’ve ever had,” George responds, his surprise evident in his tone. “A fake fiance would be the perfect cover. Shows my partying is behind me, and I’m ready to be serious and settle down. And then once I’m Captain and things have blown over, we’ll have an amicable break up and everything will be right with the world again.”
“And that little brother is how the master works,” Fred grins. “Now you just gotta find a girl. Maybe one of our past hookups.”
George frowns, shaking his head. “No, it’s gotta be someone I feel comfortable around and who I know won’t go blabbering to everyone about what’s happening. It has to be someone I might actually consider spending the rest of my life with. Some random puck bunny is not that.”
They both sit in silence, sipping on their beers as they try and figure out who that girl might be. And when they both suddenly make contact, there isn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that they truly are identical twins. Because George can tell by the look on his brother’s face that they’ve both come to the same conclusion.
“Y/N,” Fred is the only one brave enough to utter her name.
And as much George wants to admit that his brother is wrong, deep down he knows that he’s right. Y/N is the only girl George has ever loved, and leaving her behind is the only regret he has in life. Fuck, even all these years later, just thinking about her makes his chest ache. Swearing off commitment and marriage isn’t something George ever even considered until he broke things off with Y/N. He only ever wanted those things with her, and just the thought of even pretending to feel those things for someone else makes him sick to his stomach.
“When’s the last time you talked to her?” Fred asks when George doesn’t say anything.
“The day I left. I’ve tried to reach out a few times, but,” George shrugs, taking another long drag from his beer. “She never picked up or responded.”
“She still lives in town. If you just show up she’ll probably be so shocked she’ll have no option but to hear you out.”
George nods, reluctantly agreeing with his brother. “Looks like I’m coming home.”
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“Everything looks the same,” George rumiates wistfully, his eyes roaming over the buildings they pass as Fred drives.
He hasn’t been back home in nearly a decade, and yet his hometown looks as if it was frozen in time. The ice cream parlor on main street still has the same faded red and white awning, and George swears the chalkboard out front boasts the same specials it did when he used to take Y/N there after school.
The memory of Y/N reminds him both of why it’s been so long since he came back, and why he finally did. Every inch of this town is covered in memories of Y/N, and every reminder of her cuts George down to the bone. Deep down he knows that letting go of her all those years ago was the best decision for both of them, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“Well here we are,” Fred announces, pulling George out of his thoughts. But once he realizes where exactly they are his stomach drops.
Parklane Community Center, is still plastered on the front of the familiar building and George thinks he may actually throw up. This is where he learned to skate, where he joined his first PeeWee league and where he led his high school team to the state championship four years in a row.
This is also the place where he first met Y/N, when they were both six year olds teetering on brand new ice skates. They’d held onto each other, rather than the orange traffic cones all the kids had been given, and that was the start of a beautiful friendship. Y/N never did anything with those lessons like George did, but she was sitting in the stands cheering him on at every single game he played on that ice.
When they were in middle school George took Y/N to the community center for open skating on their first ever date. They’d held hands as they glided across the ice and every time she so much as stumbled George was there to catch her. After they got done on the ice they drank hot chocolate at one of the tables, their free hands still intertwined.
Their first kiss happened here too, right before George tried out for the local travel team and he was practically vibrating with nerves. But as soon as Y/N’s lips touched his all those nerves melted away, and George became the youngest member of the team.
Every moment that lead to George playing in the NHL took place here at this rink, and Y/N was there for every single one of them.
“Here? You’re sure?” George asks once he’s able to speak.
Fred nods, giving his brother a sympathetic look. “Yeah, she teaches lessons on the weekend.”
Taking a deep inhale George closes his eyes, needing to take a second to center himself. Not only is he about to see the love of his life for the first time since he broke her heart, but he’s about to ask her for the biggest favor known to man. He can do this, he knows he can. He’s just not sure if he’s ready.
Once his eyes pop back open Fred claps him on the shoulder. “You got this, man.”
Giving his brother a nod in thanks, George braces himself, throwing the car door open and stepping out into the parking lot.
Here goes nothing.
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It takes George several minutes to actually make his way to the rink.
Greg, the same janitor who was in charge of the facility when George was a boy, spotted him the second he came in the door, and pulled him over into a conversation. Which ended up being a good thing, because the morning lesson was just finishing up and while they were chatting a flood of parents with their kids came rushing out of the double doors that lead into the rink. So what started as an annoying inconvenience actually turned into a blessing in disguise, because George definitely did not want to see Y/N for the first time in front of her students and their parents.
With a promise to come back soon, George parts from Greg. He stands just outside the doors to the rink for a few seconds, just taking a few more deep breaths. He’s hit with a wave of nostalgia as he approaches the rink, and it almost brings him to his knees.
There’s a long figure out on the ice, and George doesn’t need to look for long to know it’s Y/N. He’d recognize the outline of her body anywhere, and she’s just as beautiful as he remembers. She’s just gliding along the ice, not really doing anything fancy and George creeps closer to the boards. He’s drawn to Y/N, and he’s far too weak to resist the pull.
Suddenly Y/N turns on her skates, and George is face to face with the woman he loves.
Y/N stops, a strangled gasp leaving her lips as she takes in the man standing less than ten feet away. Anyone else in her position would assume that it’s Fred just stopping by to be annoying. But Y/N spent years studying the slight differences between the twins, and there’s no doubt in her mind that George Weasley is standing there. At the rink. Looking right at her.
Holy fucking shit.
He looks older, more mature and even in the faint light she can see the slight crook in his nose after it got broken in a game last season. All the times she imagined this moment, never did Y/N actually think it would ever occur. She’s spent years wishing George would come home, but now that it’s here she’s not really sure how to feel.
Especially considering the way things ended between them. It almost feels like some weird twist of fate, that George should show back up in her life here at the rink, considering it was this very spot where he left her all those years ago.
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“There you are,” Y/N greets as she steps up to the boards, a wide smile on her face. She’d been trying to get in touch with George for the last few hours, and when he wasn’t at home she knew there was only one other place he’d be.
The rink.
When George just keeps skating Y/N yells out. “Hey! I’m talking to you, George!”
Ice sprays out as George comes to a sharp stop, giving up on whatever drill he’d been running. He doesn’t even bother to mutter an apology, but he does slowly make his way over to where Y/N is standing.
“What’s up?”
She frowns at him. “What crawled up your ass and died?”
“Nothing, I’m just in the middle of something.”
“Oh, excuse me,” Y/N bites. She hates getting short with George, but it seems almost necessary lately with how moody he’s been. In all the years they’ve been together George has never been this distant, and it’s starting to worry her. After they managed to survive freshman year of college apart, Y/N figured the next three years would be a breeze. But now George is about to leave after Spring Break and she can’t help but feel like she’s about to lose him for good.
Softening her tone, Y/N reaches out to grab George’s hand. “I can’t help you deal with whatever’s going on in that head of yours if you don’t talk to me about it, Georgie. You and I against the world, remember?”
“Do you remember that guy Jameson? The Agent who signed me at the end of the last season?” George asks instead of responding to Y/N’s concern. He’s been torturing himself for days on how to have this conversation with her, and even still he’s not ready.
Though George isn’t sure he’d ever be ready to break up with the only woman he will ever love.
“Yeah,” Y/N answers skeptically.
“He called me, the other day. Said some teams have been interested. Chicago’s going to draft me next week.”
“George, that’s amazing!” Y/N cheers, jumping up and down in excitement. But when she goes to hug George and he steps away from her embrace, all that joy drains from her body. “George?”
“It’s still not a guarantee, they’re offering me a contract for after graduation,” George explains. “It’s provisional, if I let myself slip they can still withdraw, and then I’ll have to reenter the draft as a free agent after graduation.”
“Okay,” Y/N drawls, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She has a feeling that she knows where this is going, but part of her is still hanging on.
“I need to focus on hockey, Y/N. This is my only opportunity to prove to myself and everyone else that I’m good enough. That I can compete on a professional level.” George exhales sharply. “I don’t have time for distractions.”
“Distractions?” Y/N squeaks out, her voice already thick with emotion. “That's all I am to you, George? After everything we’ve been through together? I’m just some stupid distraction.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” George apologizes, but he can’t even look her in the eyes. “But this means everything to me, you know that.”
“Of course I knew that,” Y/N says defeatedly, her voice breaking. “I just thought I meant more.”
George keeps his head down as Y/N leaves him behind, both of their broken hearts spread out on the floor.
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“Hi,” George greets, breaking the silence.
“Really?” Y/N asks, voice firm. “Eight years and all you can say is ‘hi’?”
Her tone stings, but George knows he deserves it. He spent so much time thinking about what it would be like to see her again that he didn’t even consider what he might say to her once he did. Just add it to the list of fuck ups he’s been accruing since he walked away from Y/N all those years ago.
“I’ve never been good with words,” George explains with a shrug. “And unfortunately there isn’t a book out there called ‘what to say to your ex-girlfriend when you come to ask her for a favor eight years after you broke her heart.’”
That intrigues Y/N and she skates closer to George. “You finally came home after all these years to ask me a favor? What are you, dying?” When George doesn’t say anything Y/N feels her stomach sinking. “Holy fuck, George are you dying?”
George is ashamed at how good it feels to hear the genuine worry in her tone. Having her worry that he’s dying is the actual bare minimum, but he’ll take anything he can get.
“No, nothing like that,” he assures with a grin. “Just hear me out, please?”
Despite the million reasons why even entertaining George is a bad idea, Y/N finds herself nodding in agreement. Because she’s felt a lot of things for George Weasley since he broke her heart, and unfortunately for her love seems to be the strongest. She never stopped loving him, and even after all the years she has a hard time denying him anything.
Once she’s off the ice George helps her put her skate guards on, a simple action that has her cheeks flushing and butterflies threatening to erupt from her tummy. Y/N also takes the hand that George offers, letting him lead her over to the bleachers. Once they sit Y/N keeps her distance, sitting far enough away that they aren’t touching but so she can still feel the heat radiating off of him.
“There’s a strong possibility that I’ll be the next Captain of the Rebels,” George starts slowly, trying to find the right words. “Morrison, my Coach, said I have a lot of support. But some of the other higher ups don’t know if I’m the best role model for the team.”
“Okay,” Y/N says, her tone questioning. Clearly she’s not as devious as George and Fred, since she has no idea why George is telling her all of this.
“So I’ve been trying to clean up my image, you know? All the partying and stuff.” A knot has lodged itself in his throat, and George swallows thickly. “But I don’t know if that’s enough. Captain is a serious job, and I want everyone to know that I’m serious about it.”
“And that requires a favor from me, how?”
George sighs. “Well Fred and I were talking,” he stops, unable to keep from chuckling when Y/N mutters a quiet "this can’t be good.” “And he suggested this uh, fake dating scheme. He said Angelina reads a lot of rom coms that include it. Basically, Fred said that the best way for me to showcase that I’m a serious guy and a good role model is to uh, ask someone to be my fake fiance.”
Y/N is silent as she lets George’s words soak in, and once they do her jaw nearly drops. “Are you seriously sitting here right now asking for me to pretend to be your fiance? After everything we’ve been through?”
“There’s no other woman in the world I’d ever imagine wearing my ring, Y/N. When I think about marriage, even fake marriage, you’re the only woman that comes to mind.”
The honesty in George’s voice punches her in the gut. This is such a bad idea, and yet Y/N finds herself considering it. Because despite the pain and the years apart, sitting here with George still feels like home. All of her efforts to push him from her mind, to date other people and move on have always failed. Everything has always come back to George Weasley.
Realistically she knows that this is just going to end in heartbreak again. As soon as George gets what he wants their little charade will be over, and she’ll go back to having a George shaped hole in her life and in her heart. But the smallest part of her, the part that has read those same rom coms and knows the fake dating always turns into real dating, holds out hope that this may be their second chance.
Either this is the way she rids George from her system for good, or this is the way she keeps him in her life forever.
And Y/N will never forgive herself if she doesn’t find out which it is.
Taking a deep breath, Y/N gives George a curt nod. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
The smile that takes over George’s face takes her breath away. “Really? You will?”
“Yes, George. I will.”
Immediately George drops down to one knee and Y/N lets out a sharp gasp when he produces a small velvet jewelry box from his pocket. This is not how she ever imagined a proposal from George, but if this is all she’s ever going to get Y/N will take it.
“In that case,” George starts, opening up the box to reveal a gorgeous, simple diamond ring on a white gold band. “Y/N, will you pretend to be my future wife?”
#George Weasley#George weasley imagine#George weasley fic#George weasley fanfiction#George weasley fan fiction#George weasley AU#harry potter#harry potter fanfiction#Harry Potter au#gw#golden
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Make A Deal
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, Jason Carver x Reader, Eddie x Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy x Jason
Synopsis: you catch your long term boyfriend, Eddie Munson, fucking the queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham. A plan comes to mind when you spot Chrissy’s boyfriend and Eddie’s biggest enemy, Jason Carver.
Warnings: ANGST, cheating, smut, spitefulness, revenge, unhappy ending.
A/N: I have like 4 drafts of Eddie fics that I’ve started and 1 Vecna fic. Lmao pls help. This is basically a Jason Carver fic but I was feeling angsty and sad so I had to write it lmao. Also I haven’t proof read soooo…
Part Two
Your nostrils flare and your eyebrows furrow, an anger starting to boil throughout you. Your heart was hurting like crazy from the sight before you but the rage you felt was even worse. Your doting, loving boyfriend was pounding into Chrissy fucking Cunningham. On the bench where you and him smoked weed. On the bench where you meet up when you skip classes and end up fucking instead. You quickly turn away from the two and walk out of the secluded forest with your fists clenched. A stray tear falls down your cheek which you quickly wipe away as you continue to walk past the basketball court, you weren’t about to cry over someone who had the audacity to cheat.
An idea hits your out of nowhere, a metaphorical lightbulb switching on above your head. You backtrack and walk into the basketball court, your eyes instantly focusing on Jason who was disgustingly sweaty from practice. As he turns he notices you stood there, a sight that is very unusual. You are constantly attached to the hip of ‘the freak’, so why the hell are you here and looking directly at him?
“What the hell do you want, weirdo?” Jason taunts, stepping away from the others to make his way over to you. “Freak’s not with you today?”
You huff at his response, already regretting this idea but the image of Chrissy and Eddie fucking burned in your mind and you knew you had to do something. “Actually I wanted to talk to you. Can you come outside for a second? I need to talk to you privately.”
Jason was baffled, a slight choked chuckle escaping lips before he motioned for you to lead the way. He was genuinely curious with what you needed to talk to him so badly about, it wasn’t everyday that you and him talked civilly. As soon as you both make it outside you open your mouth.
“Chrissy and Eddie are fucking.”
A frown etches it’s way into his face before he grabs you by the neck and pushes you against the building - hard. His hand squeezes tighter, choking you out as he grits his teeth and spitting words at you. “You think this is a fucking joke? You think you and your freak of a boyfriend can make a mockery out of me? He fucking wishes he could pull someone like Chrissy, poor guy had to settle with you.”
His words hit you harder than the grip he had on your neck. A choked sobbed escaped your plump lips, perhaps Jason was right. Maybe Eddie had always wanted Chrissy. Jason’s grip on your neck released slightly as he took in your reaction, he could see the absolute devastation and pain you were currently in. He backed away slightly before holding onto your shoulder gently.
“Hey,” a gentle whisper comes from Jason, a sound you thought you’d never hear. “I’m sorry that I hurt you…”
Instead of responding you wrap your arms around him and sob into his chest, not caring about the sweat. You need comfort, someone to hold you while the man you love is fucking someone else. “He promised me he wouldn’t hurt me! He said he loved me! Why is he doing this!”
Your screams of despair are muffled by Jason’s chest, his arms automatically wrap around you as he strokes your back softly. He still hasn’t grasped what you’re telling him. “What’s wrong, Y/N? What’s happened?”
“I told you!” You scream as you pull your face away from his chest and look directly into his eyes. “Eddie and Chrissy are fucking! In the woods…in our hang out spot…”
A fresh set of tears stream down your face, your eyes already puffy from crying. Jason seems to finally catch on, realising that you’re in fact telling the truth and the state your currently in is because of the betrayal. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Jason growls, his fists clenching against your back. He goes to push you away but you grab onto him, shaking your head. “Don’t. I…I have a plan.”
Jason’s blue eyes burn holes through you as he stares you down, you shuffle slightly from his intense gaze and look down. A timid mumble escapes from your lips, something that Jason had never seen from you before and oddly found endearing. “Speak up.”
“Let’s fuck. At Eddie’s. I want you to fuck me in his bed.”
Jason’s jaw drops, surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. You, the metalhead girlfriend of Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, want him to fuck you? A choked laugh rumbles from his chest and he yet again grabs you by the neck tightly, “I said don’t fucking mess with me, freak!”
“I’m not!” You cry, trying to pry his veiny hands from you. “I want him to hurt. I want them to feel what I feel. Please, Jason.”
Jason’s hand releases from your neck as he takes a few steps back causing you to fall and gasp fro breath. God, you hate Jason, but you hated him less than Eddie at that minute. Your Eddie was supposed to protect you, to love you eternally and to never hurt you. He had promised he would never, you remember him telling you how you were it for him. He wanted it to just be you and him, and possible children in the future. You couldn’t understand why he had betrayed you in the most awful way.
“You’re serious about this?” Jason finally responds, his voice quieter as if he unsure whether to believe you. “I’m seriously going to kill that motherfucker.”
You remain silent on the floor for a second as a fresh wave of tears fall down your cheek. “After,” you manage to choke out. “Do whatever you want to him after. I need him to feel this type of pain, Jason. He needs to feel it.”
Jason looks at you, finally understanding your words and the seriousness behind them. He nods before offering you his hand to help you up. If you wanted this plan to work then you needed to get to Eddie’s asap.
Thankfully, Eddie’s uncle had been out of town for work so there was no problem bringing Jason to his trailer. An awkward silence filled Eddie’s room as you both sat on Eddie’s bed with a considerable gap between you. Before today, you never would’ve guess that you’d be possibly having sex with Jason Carver. You go to speak but the words get caught in your throat and you eventually back down. How the hell are you supposed to do this?
“We need to hurry up if you want this plan to work,” Jason finally breaks the ice, turning to look at you. “Unless you’ve changed your mind and I’ll just beat the fuck out of that freak Munson.”
You shake your head frantically, you definitely hadn’t changed your mind. “No! I…can you start it? Please?”
Jason had never seen you look so shy and timid, butterflies erupting in his stomach as he watched you look down in your lap. His hand raises to your jaw and gently turns your head to face him, hesitating for a second before leaning in to kiss you. His lips are softer than Eddie’s, a foreign sensation that you oddly didn’t mind. You part your lips for him, wanting him to give you his tongue; you always enjoyed the feeling of Eddie’s tongue in your mouth. You moan gently as you feel him slip it past the seam of your lips. He tastes good - like the mint flavour from the gum he was chewing earlier on. Jason takes your hint and deepens the kiss, laying you down on the bed and hovers over you while his tongue plays with yours. You subtly grind your hips up into his, a soft grunt coming from the blonde at your actions.
Jason eagerly grinds his cock against your clothed pussy, the strain of his hard cock in his basketball shorts starts to hurt. You had never been so thankful to have been wearing a skirt until this very moment, you could feel the hardness of cock rubbing against your clit through your black lace panties. You whine in protest as he pulls his now swollen lips away from yours. He looks at you with nothing but lust and desire, his pupils blown wide and covering the majority of his usual baby blues. His chest heaves in need, in want. He wants you more than anything.
He brings his lips back down to yours with one more peck on the lips before he pulls away again, his lips now only lightly brushing against yours as he seductively whispers, “tell me what you want. Tell me where you need me.”
“Fingers,” you breathily answer. “Need your fingers in me, please.”
You bite your lip as you watch Jason smirk, his hands trailing down from your face to your chest. He stops at the swell of your breast, giving them a gentle squeeze – his cock twitches from the feeling of your braless, perky tits in his hands. “Fuck, baby. Can I take this off?” Jason tugs at your t-shirt.
Nodding, you allow him to pull the garment up over your head. He licks his lips and releases a puff of air at the sight of your bare breast. Your hardened nipples look so appetizing, Jason swallows thickly as he brings his face down and attaches his greedy mouth to your left nipple and gently wraps his mouth around it. He groans, flicking the hardened bud with his tongue as he roughly sucks on it before releasing it and repeating his actions on the right one.
His hand glides down your stomch, making sure to feel every inch of your soft skin before reaching for the end of your skirt. "Can I lift it up please? I really need to feel you."
You smile softly at him, gently caressing his face as you nod. He is so gentle and so respectful, nothing like the Jason Carver you thought you knew. You watch silently as he pulls the bottom of your skirt up; he swallows thickly and groans at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. Jason experimentally presses a finger against your clothed clit, letting out a breathy chuckle as he watches you ever so slightly buck your hips at the sensation. Lifting up a second finger he this time adds more pressure. Your chest rises and falls as you bite your lip - feeling extremely turned on. Jason smirks as she watches you grind your hips against his fingers, searching for more contact.
"I'm going to pull these down now, okay baby?" Jason rasps, his voice deep with arousal.
"Please."
You whimper. A quiet relieved sigh slipping past your lips as he roughly pulls your panties from you feeling the cool air of Eddie's trailer against your wetness. Jason kneels between your legs, his eyes searching your face for any discomfort before leaning down and spreading your lower lips with his index finger and thumb, getting a good look at your throbbing cunt.
"Fuck..." he whispers against you, his warm breath hitting your wetness as he speaks agains. "I'm just going to have a little taste, never seen such a pretty pussy before."
With that his tongue plunges into you, licking a long stripe from your hole to your needy clit.With a deep groan Jason hooks his arms underneath your thighs and pulls your pussy impossibly closer to his face. Your taste and smell was intoxicating, it made Jason regret being so horrible to you for all those years. If only he had known you tasted so fucking good. He couldn't believe that the freak would ever think of being with someone else, Jason was sure no one could compare to you - so sure that he had almost forgotten it was his girlfriend that Eddie cheated on you with. He almost didn't care about that anymore, he is too drunk on your pussy and you are all he can focus on.
Jason circles your swollen clit with his tongue before roughly sucking on it. Expertly his tongue licks up and down your sensitive pussy, moving side to side on your clit before going back down to your leaking entrance and slurping up your juices, fucking you with his tongue. Out of breath, Jason pulls away from your needy cunt and licks his lips, "you wanted my fingers, right babygirl?"
Without waiting for a response, Jason plunges two fingers into you, curling them up against your spongy wall. You moan loudly, clenching around his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, all the while curling them into your g-spot. His thumb circles your sensitive clit, his eyes drinking in your every reaction. Your hips grind against his hand, your clit pressing harder onto his thumb and your legs fall open even wider to let him go deeper.
“That’s it, rub that little cunt on my hand," Jason taunts. He's enjoying this way more than he should. "So fucking tight, baby."
His words send you closer to your high; you can feel the pressure building up in your lower half and you grip onto Jason's wrist, guiding his movements just the way you like. Jason growls and fastens his pace, desperate to get you off like you deserve. With one last curl of his fingers you cum, your eyes tighten shut as you cry loudly in pure bliss. Your juices squirt all over Jason's arm and Eddie's bed - something that has never happened before.
“Oh fuck, yes” you cry out, tears brimming in your eyes as you almost sob. Your walls clench around his digits, sucking them in so that he can no longer take them out.
"Oh yes, baby," Jason chuckles huskily. "That's it, squirt for me. Dirty little girl, you're such a good girl."
Jason helps you ride through it, telling you how much of a good girl you are until he finally pulls his fingers out of you and very gently rubs your aching clit. Your thighs shake, your whole body trembling at the sensation and the comedown - the hottest sight that Jason has ever fucking seen. "Fuck, I need to fuck you right now, baby."
Jason roughly pulls his basketball shorts down so that they're bunched at his knees, and quickly plunges his thick, weeping cock into your sensitive cunt. He doesn't wait for you to recover - desperate for the feeling of your tight pussy around him. Jason holds his breath as he pushes himself balls deep inside you, you cry out in both pain and pleasure. Your pussy is still so sensitive from your orgasm but Jason's cock is stretching to the max and you love it.
"Christ, I don't know what Munson was thinking," Jason groans, not even thinking about what he is saying; already obsessed with the feeling of you around him. "You feel so fucking good, babe. Best cunt I've ever felt, and Munson goes and throws it away. His loss."
His words sting. Your heart clenches tightly, the image of what you saw comes flooding back - the love of your life being intimate with someone that wasn't you. You shake the thoughts away and growl, "Fuck me hard. I want you to ruin me."
Jason grasps your thighs in his hands and pushes them up, making them rest against your chest. As he bends you in half, he bumps his cock into your sweet spot.
“Right there,” you moan, arching your back from pleasure.
With a growl Jason repeats his actions, thrusting into yout sweet spot as you instructed. Getting lost in you, Jason grunts and squeezes your thighs firmly, surely leaving bruises as he pounds into you hard. His thrusts speed up, the sound of skin hitting skin soon echo throughout Eddie's room, and probably throughout the whole trailer. In fact, the enitre trailer is probably rocking from how intensly he's fucking you. His balls slap against your ass with every hard thrust he gives you. Jason is determined to make you see stars, to forget about the freak who hurt you.
"Y/N?" A quiet voice breaks you out of your bliss. How you heard it you'll never know. Your eyes open and you gasp gently as you realise it's Eddie - whose eyes were full of tears and hands shaking. His kicked puppy look almost had you forgetting what had happened, but Jason was quick to remind you.
Jason turns but doesn't pull out of you, "Munson, you're finally done fucking my girlfriend?"
It's Eddie's turn to gasp this time, his eyes looking straight at you and finally realising that you know. That this thing you are doing with Jason is nothing more than a revenge plan. Because you know that Eddie will forever have to sleep in the same bed and room that you had fucked his enemy in. And he couldn't say he didn't deserve it. Falling to his knees, Eddie sobs loudly knowing that he's lost you. He's lost the one and only good thing in his life just because he was high and out of control.
Jason finally pulls out of you, pulling his shorts up and grabbing Eddie by his shirt and pushing him to the ground. He raises his fist to punch him but you stop, grabbing his wrist and shaking your head as he turns to you. Eddie looks at you hopefully as Jason begins to protest but you shush him, putting on your t-shirt before grabbing Eddie's guitar which was mounted on the wall. You raise it above your head before smashing it on the ground repeatedly; the neck of it snapping along with the strings.
"That's more painful for him than punching him," you blankly state to Jason who had now let go of Eddie and stares at you in amazement. "Lets get out of here. I can't bare to be in this dump any longer."
Eddie watches as you and Jason leave, the pain in his heart becoming unbearable. He didn't give a fuck about his guitar in that moment, he knew he deserved it and worse. All he knew was that he couldn't bare to live without you; to never be able to wake up with you every day and hear your laugh. You were the only person who ever gave him a real chance and he had let you down. The memories of you will end with him.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson angst#eddie munson smut#jason carver#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#chrissy cunningham
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cherry die | artificial cherry
pairing: jungkook x reader x yoongi | type: drabble | words: 2.6k | rating: 21+/M
Personal Maid, Jungkook, helps you find sexual release after spending a night with Hoseok Jung in which you can’t seem to have mind-blowing orgasms after taking his cock. You absolutely need Jungkook. But he’d do anything to satisfy you at the moment.
⇴ genre/au: angst | fluff | drama ‖ hunter x hunter inspo'd
⇴ persona: maid!jungkook | maid!yoongi | mafia daughter!reader | stoic!yoongi | protective!yoongi | eager!jungkook | nympho!reader
⇴ cw: cussing | smut
⇴ dynamic: sub!jungkook | soft dom!yoongi | switch!reader
⇴ sw: dirty talk | sex hammock | french kissing | tongue fucking | anal bead play | cunnilingus | rimming | saliva play | anal fingering | vaginal fingering | masturbation | vibrator use | crying/whining | shaking/writhing | nipple sucking | slick eating | praise kink | ass groping | body worship
⇴ a/n: My ass was supposed to be working on a AOUAD fic, but then I got a Illumi fic idea, realized it was gonna be long so made a Shizuku/Machi drabble set in the same AU as the Illumi fic. AND NOW I HAVE AN OUTLINE FOR AN EIGHT PART SERIES!!! what the fuck am i doin'?
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You’re utterly devastated that Hoseok isn’t here to sate your lustful desires. Ever since that fateful night you shared -albeit your failed assasination- you’ve tried everything to satiate the yearning you have for his cock filling you up. From fingering, to dildos, to vibrating saddle, to fuck machine. Nothing has yet to quench your thirst.
But even after all this time, you’ve persevered, wanting so desperately to experience that same ecstasy you felt when he took you like he was the only lover you’d ever known. And quite frankly he is -granted he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend… yet.
But you need him. Only he can make you ascend.
“Mmh~ Fuck!” you gasp, your suspended body shaking while nested in your sex hammock. You look down, catching a glimpse of brown eyes behind a curtain of pink bangs. Your brows knit and mouth agape at the wet prodding of a tongue in your rim. Your entire face hurts from biting your lip as you hold your hardened stare on the maid under you.
Pushing your legs back further, you spread wider for him to devour your sloppy ass. Dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, you glide up to rub your clit, cooing as you feel his tongue swirl around your puckered hole. “Fuck, Jungkook, eat my ass just like that, Baby.” Flicking your fingers faster, your eyes close and your head throws back. You need to drift from here, finding yourself in Hoseok’s embrace once more. You haven’t even squirted since then and so far anal play has been the only thing really getting you off.
Your breathing is heavy. Your breasts rise and fall. Then suddenly you hitch, arching your back as Jungkook pushes a string of glass beads into your ass. Every push past your threshold makes you whine, wishing that you were being stretched out wide beyond your limits by Hoseok’s girthy cock. The feeling of his veins gliding along your ribbed walls before dumping his hot cum in your plump butt.
Once Jungkook’s knuckle hits your rim, he leans in, kissing your perineum as he begins pulling them out. You moan, rubbing deep circles into your bundle of nerves. Your lower abdomen feels tight, so you focus, trying to push from your pussy, hoping that you can grace Jungkook with your decadence.
But after three good tries, you give up on your spasming release, going for the next best thing: a regular orgasm.
Jungkook pushes your thighs back, flicking his tongue against your hole, and sucking. He eventually releases, taking small breaths while allowing strings of saliva to fall back into his mouth before slobbering all over your rim once again. The sound of sputtering fills the room, and your gaping hole twitches, wanting to be stuffed.
“Oh my goodness, Koo, you’re doing so good for me.” You gaze into his big and glossy doe-eyes full of admiration for you, his Mistress. He loves pleasing you; evident by the pool of cum leaking from his tip. He could eat you out from morning till dawn -which he’s done before- and never get sick of your taste.
Jungkook spreads the expanse of his tongue on your asshole, dragging long licks up to your perineum. Then he lightly grazes his teeth down over your swollen rim before sucking. “Ooh~ Koo, you like eating my ass don’t you, Baby?!” You brush his bangs out his face, wanting to appreciate how cute he looks under you. “Such a pretty boy, eating your mistress’s ass like this. My nasty little slut.”
Your fingers card through his hair, your thumb massaging into his temple. He shudders and hums, sending vibrations to your sensitive hole. You both moan. You’re just enough for his legs to shake as he feels his cock pump and a small orgasm ripples through his entire body.
A hand goes to his cock, feeling his hot, wet panties. He pulls them to the side, the air hitting his tip as he throbs, dribbling out cum onto the hardwood floor. You hear the squelch of his cum, afterwards looking at his worried face. “Mmh~ It’s okay, Jungkook, cum for me.” You caress his cheek, watching his face contort and his body writhe in pleasure as he continues his treat.
You love watching your maids cum from pleasing you. You’re happy they love making you feel good. Your taste alone is enough to cry in ecstasy. But unfortunately, your beloved Jungkook isn’t enough for you at the moment.
Grabbing your vibrator, you turn it on the lowest setting, changing it to pulsate in hopes that you can edge yourself to orgasm. You lay it against your clit, still jumping when the two long tremors vibrate throughout your nerves. You giggle, feeling your pussy contract around nothing, just little gushes of slick seeping out onto Jungkook’s mouth.
Your vibrator and Jungkook sucking your rim work together, creating the delusion of Hoseok ramming his massive cock into your plump pussy. You’re in a pure state of bliss: head knocked back as your hips slightly roll into the vibe.
Suddenly a knock sounds at the door. Then the chime of the keypad being unlocked. Besides Jungkook and three other maids, there’s only one other person who can open your bedroom door. And it’s definitely not your mother.
“Mistress.” His voice is calm and quaint, even as you fill the room with moans. “I’ve come to check on you.” You hear his light steps and voice getting closer as he walks down the hallway.
Turning the corner, Head Maid Yoongi, silently watches your body shake and writhe. You look at him, your lashes heavy with lust. You lick your lips to speak, but all that comes out is a particularly large moan from Jungkook finally pushing his tongue into your ass. “You haven’t come out of your room all day it seems.”
He takes his time walking up to you, hands clasped in front as he leans in to witness which one of his boys is pleasing you. When his gaze meets Jungkook’s, he smiles at the way the maid’s eyes sparkle. He’s even amazed at the man’s stamina to be going this long with you. Though, if anybody should be eating you out, it would be him. Yoongi knows how much Jungkook adores you. Worships you.
The Head Maid straightens up, rubbing the young man’s hair. “Are you pleasing our Mistress well, Jungkook?” The little maid hums against your rim, nodding his head as his tongue travels up your ass. You gasp, frantically nodding as finally taking the dildo out with a pop.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Your voice hitches, air sucking through your teeth before your mouth falls open. You watch his make out with your gaping abyss, tongue fucking and sucking as your pussy contracts around his wet taste, kissing back. “Yes, Jungkook, in my pussy. Eat -fuck- my messy cunt, Sweetie.” He wiggles his tongue into your slimy cunt and slobbering into your hole; just to suck it back up. Pushing himself deeper, he sucks hard, wanting to get closer than humanly possible to your taste and scent. Wanting to be consumed by it.
Squelching fills the air as your moans, cries and his heavy breathing mix into a symphony of desire.
Yoongi studies your face, noticing your tense brows and gaping mouth. Your wet lips swell from biting down and a thick glistening of slob rests on your bottom lip from spitting to get yourself wet.
Yoongi can tell you’re so close to orgasming, rubbing the vibe hard into your clit as your legs shake.
Grabbing the back of his underling’s head, he drags Jungkook up to suck at your clit. “Finger her ass.” You feel two fingers pump into you. They’re deep and slow, hitting your spot. White light fills your vision and the pressure in your tummy snaps, releasing your orgasm. But immediately after coming down your high, you look off to the side, not even feeling overstimulated as Jungkook continues.
Yoongi finally pulls Jungkook off, the maid licking around his lips as he catches his breath. And upon seeing your face, Jungkook’s brows tense. “Was it not to your liking?” Yoongi gives him a quaint smile, caressing his cheek. The maid leans in, taking comfort in his superior’s reassurance.
It’s not Jungkook’s fault. It’s Hoseok’s. He’s tainted you with mediocre dick. You don’t truly like his cock and you only think you like his personality -however boring it may be.
“Mistress?” You look at the man, your juices all over his face, evidence of endless dedication and love. Your little maid has done so well.
Sitting up, you grab his hands to pull him into a kiss. Your tongue works around his lips and chin, cleaning your essence from his face. He whines against your lips, causing you to grin. He’s so sweet.
And nasty too as you bend over to reach around and prod his glistening rim. He’s warm and slippery. Surely his ass would glide smoothly against your ribbed dildo if you wanted to go round two.
Dipping your fingers into his tight hole, elicits a moan into your mouth as he contracts around you, his walls wanting to suck you in further.
You continue to pump into his sopping hole, feeling his cum gliding down his balls and onto your finger before you hear it hit the floor. He gives you a muffled cry as his legs shake, fighting to stay opened for your menstrations. But you grab him by the neck, squeezing lightly to force his mouth open, so you can suck his wet taste like a girthy cock.
Jungkook whines, grabbing firmly at your thighs, his nails digging crescents into your supple skin.
After one final swirl and a kiss to the tip, you release with a little smack, licking the string of saliva that connects you from his lips. “Good boy,” you coo, your voice soft and sweet. “You made me feel so good.” You peck his swollen, pink lips. Afterwards, leaning back as one arm goes into an overhead stretch; the other brings your slick sodden middle fingers into your mouth. You lock eyes with Jungkook, humming as you suck it dry of his essence. His cheeks turn red as he tries to focus elsewhere, but his eyes land on your perky breasts.
“Jungkook?”
“Hm?”
“You’re needed with the others.”
“Oh… okay.” Jungkook sounds sad to leave. But he follows suit, walking towards the door.
“Jungkook, Baby?”
“Yes, Mistress?” His head whips to face you, causing you to giggle.
“We can play again tomorrow,” you chime, your legs widening for a hand to spread your folds, so you can finger his cum into your pussy. “Mmh~ Jungkook, feel so good, Baby.” You pull out, displaying your winking hole at him. It’s covered in copious amounts of thick oozing slick. You look divine laid out before him, and he already misses your taste, wanting desperately to crawl back and devour you all over again.
But instead, he smiles, his cheeks growing red and hurting so much that he thinks they might burst. He can’t contain his excitement anymore, quickly leaving out.
“Must you tease him like that?” You look down, watching Yoongi pick up the glass beads before taking the vibrator from your hand. He steps into the bathroom, turning on the faucet to soak them. He then comes back with a rag to clean Jungkook’s essence up.
“What? I’m telling him the truth.” But are you, though? Not that you have to as you’re his boss, but your are having sex with him and it would most definitely be common courtesy to tell him that you’re thinking about Hoseok when he fucks you.
Once done, Yoongi makes way to your bed, plopping down to stare at you. You’re wrapped in a blanket, still naked from the looks of your exposed clavicle.
“What am I going to do, Yoon?” You whine. Nothing, hopefully. He isn’t good for you. Yoongi doesn’t know much about the Jung’s, but to do the same thing for generations seems like a family who doesn’t handle change very well. And you won’t be able to change him. He knows men like Hoseok. They don’t change, not even for the stubbornness of love.
“He just fills me up so good and the way his hips move.” So it’s his hips? He has to admit that the fuck machine is ridged in that department. But surely they can do better? “And his cock is so so warm. Like even his cum is hot and thick.” Artificial cum can be warmed as well and it’s safer. “And he smells too good. And when he puts his full weig-“
“I can find a way to do that for you.”
“Mmh~ It’s okay,” you chime. But it’s not. Though Yoongi won’t try too hard to stop it because you’re too damn stubborn. So instead, all he can do is guide you and help you achieve somewhat of a success with Hoseok.
“Have you wanted a dildo closer to his penis?”
“Like a normal one?” You sit up looking at your wall of intricate assortment of silicon cocks. Some are multicolored, knotted, cum releasing, ribbed, monster inspired. But you have none that resemble a real one.
Before Hoseok, real dicks or even real-looking ones never interested your virgin pussy. They still don’t, but Hoseok’s cock is different.
You hop out the hammock, your ass jiggles with each step towards your laptop. Then you lay across the bed behind him, typing rapidly for your favorite dildo shop. After some scrolling, you find one exactly 8 inches long, 2.5 inches thick, with a golden base and mauve tip. Perfect.
You stretch over to the bedside table, retrieving your debit card. “Okay, done.” You smile, closing the laptop before crawling over to him. “Thank you,” you chime, squishing Yoongi’s cheeks as your breasts bounce in his face.
“I’ll bring it to you as soon as it arrives.” You wrap your arms around his neck, laying on top of his crown. His own circle around your hips, his hands drifting to cup your ass.
“Do you wanna play right quick?” You giggle, your tone low and sultry.
“I can’t. I have work to do.” You don’t like that answer at all, whining as you nestle into his hair. He hates making you sad. Maybe just a little touch won’t hurt?
He places a hand between your breasts, trailing down your stomach before facing his palm flush against your trimmed mound. His index finger slips past your slit, fully engulfed in your plump pussy before you feel tingling pressure on your clit.
Your moans fill the room once more, your hips bucking slightly as you cup his cheek to kiss him. Just like Jungkook, you ravage his mouth, giving him every maid’s favorite wet, sloppy tongue sucking.
He presses into your clit harder, stealing a gasp. Looking down into his black eyes, you coo at his smile as lips softly graze your nipples into hardness. Then he latches on to suck, pushing his head into your chest along with his tongue deep into your nipples, swirling in circles. “Ooh~ Yoongi, you always know how to take care of me.”
Then he releases you swollen and sensitive buds with a pop.
“It’s my pleasure to serve you, Mistress.”
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✮⋆ ˚。𖦹 deep breaths and breaking tides 𖦹⋆。°✩
summary: in which the anemo archon’s feelings are worn on his sleeve, billowing in the wind for everyone to see, yet the subject of his desire is a dumb fuck.
notes: 800 words, hurt/comfort (??), venti overthinks things
The sky is overcast as Venti rushes down the street to your apartment, dodging people who are similarly in a hurry to escape the rain. Tucked under an arm is a bouquet, a white-and-green arrangement of freshly cut flowers and foliage. He shifts the flowers to his other arm, worried that he’s going to crush the lilies-of-the-valley spilling over the edges of the brown paper.
He’s finally reached your run down apartment building, but instead of heading toward the old elevators at the front, he nods at the bored landlord at the desk and shoulders his way into the dusty mail room.
There’s a small desk in the corner with some cheap stationary. He writes a short note to you:
Hey. How are you doing? I know you might not be feeling up to it, but I brought you a little something! Please call me once you see this. I miss you.
He hesitates. How should he sign off? Love, Venti was what he usually ended with, but for some reason it didn’t seem right in this case.
He sighs to himself and quickly scrawls a simple hyphen before his name, and then tucks the note into the bouquet before dropping it into the cubby labeled with your last name.
He lingers, his fingers tracing the cold metal lettering. Venti tries to think back to when he first met you.
Ever since you first entered his life, he’d forgotten what it had been like before. The countless high school projects, late-night calls to work on assignments (but more often, for prolonged gossip sessions), sleepovers, prom, and graduation. You’d been by his side the entire time, at arms length.
And now you weren’t.
He’d probably never tell you how he felt about you, but mainly because he didn’t want to change any part of the relationship he had with you. He’s completely content with just being your friend.
At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself, when he sits through your spiels about college crushes. But recently, doubts have been brewing in his mind.
The feeling of yearning wasn’t all together familiar, but not quite foreign either. He supposes he’s always felt something for you. He couldn’t define it- something more than a friendship, but also something more than a romantic relationship?
Venti shakes his head quickly, as if that will clear his head of the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for oh so long.
It’s been a week since you’d broken up with your most recent boyfriend. And considering it had been a relationship of nearly 7 months, which that prick had very graciously ended by cheating on you, it made sense that you were devastated.
Venti was sure you’d get out of it eventually. But he also understood just how hard it was to love someone who didn’t reciprocate it. You needed time to process everything, and he’d wait for you.
He’s about to walk to the door, when it creaks open and you walk into the mail room.
Venti’s eyes widen, the shock mirrored on your face.
He’s suddenly very embarrassed of the bouquet and note. Maybe it’s too much? Too sudden? He notices how tired you look, eyes smudged with redness and concerningly-prominent dark circles.
He opens his mouth to start explaining himself.
But then you crack a weary smile, and nudge him with your toe.
“Couldn’t keep yourself away from me for a week, huh?”
Venti forgets about the anxiety he had about seeing you just a minute ago, and flicks your forehead. And then the lecture starts.
“You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts! You had me so worried. You look like you haven’t eaten in days and don’t even get me started on the bags under your eyes. You-“
You chuckle apologetically and hold up your hands in surrender.
“I wasn’t trying to avoid you, I swear! There’s no one I wanted to talk to more this last week than you. You’re my best friend, Venti, but I was too embarrassed to have you see me-“
You gesture down at your faded tank top and sweatpants.
“-like this.”
You’re about to say more but you’re interrupted by Venti pulling you into a hug.
“You don’t need to apologize, I just wanted to know if you were okay,” he whispers.
He can feel your gentle smile against his shoulder.
“Will you stop being clingy for a second so I can check my mail?”
Venti shakes his head, refusing to let go, like a child.
And then he remembers the flowers he left in your cubby and abruptly releasees you out of embarrassment.
He raises a hand to the back of his neck, red and fidgety as you open your mail box.
He watches your expression melt into a soft smile, and can’t help but smile himself.
You’ll be okay, and that’s all that matters to him.
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Heyyy I just stumbled across your page recently and can I just say I am impressed, also I saw your beta reader thing and I completely get that cause editing can be a pain in the ass lol.
Could I request John Price with a reader who has a prosthetic leg and is also a part of the 141 task force, and the others don’t know he is missing a leg until one day when it’s revealed to them at like a bar or something and John is laughing at the others reactions? Sorry if that’s so vague but I didn’t see anything for John and I was like ykw Price deserves some love lol
omg hi I read some of your fics and didn’t expect you at all. hi ily and your writing LMAO
Losing a Leg at a Bar
Pairing: John Price x Male Reader
Summary: The team finds out you lost your leg in a mission while you and Price laugh at their reactions at a local bar.
Warnings: Typical Mission violence, fluff and funny moments, sexual intentions near the end.
Word count: 710
You had always worked by Price’s side, you two had been together through thick and thin. Yet you still were able to love in the darkest time.
Price still loved you even after you lost one of your legs in a devastating mission, losing more than what you could ever imagine. You were sneaking up with your duo to a building to raid, but landmines were littered everywhere, no one knew, the field was set to blow. On that day you stood too close to your teammate, losing your leg from the knee down and the life of your best friend. You weren’t in the best mental place after it, but Price helped you overcome this obstacle, with the time you both spent together only let the two of you fall in love with each other more, and you recovered in no time, standing by Price’s side as he stood by yours proudly, thankful you weren’t lost that day.
Now here you are with the new family the people call Task Force 141, a team like no other. Today was a day to kick off those boots and relax for some great time, it has been a while and Soap decided to treat the team to a night at a great bar he knew of. Course you wouldn’t turn down anything free, despite Price’s protests of wanting to relax at base longer with you, you convinced him enough to have a few drinks or more with you.
The glasses clinked together in a cheer with everyone around the table, soft smiles all around as shots of whiskey were downed in a single go. Laughter filling the air, even Ghost cracked a few smiles with his lifted mask. Price’s arm was around your waist as the team talked about some moments that happened around base, such as Soap slipping multiple times down a slippery hallway filled with his screaming and curses.
“Your turn to get the next round love..” Price smiled, patting your thigh as you nodded. You shifted off the seat to stand, stretching with a hum, it felt amazing. “WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR OTHER LEG?” Soap’s surprised yell almost silenced the bar. He had hit Ghost on accident who spat out his whiskey all over Gaz who cursed profanities in anger and amazement. Price laughed loudly in his seat. You turned around in confusion, watching the once calm table become a mess in seconds. “Seems like you forgot something” Price grinned, still giggling at the other’s reactions. You looked down and laughed, “Right.”
You had taken off your prosthetic leg since wearing it for so long was super uncomfortable, but you haven’t remembered to slide it back on, how could you remember anyways? You couldn’t even feel it. Soap was still spewing questions about it, asking how it happened and how long since it happened while Ghost was still trying to get some air in his lungs after that, Gaz just sat there wiping off the whiskey on him before he turned his full attention on you as you were putting the prosthetic back on. “Let the man relax before answering your questions, Soap.”
“I’ll explain after the next round!” You laughed, waving Soap off, who still couldn’t believe it as you walked away to get some more shots. When you came back of course, you were bombarded with questions. You sat down beside Price, who immediately snaked his hand around your waist protectively.
You explained the story of how you lost your leg to the team, each one listening with interest, Soap didn’t even wait to ask you questions once you finished your story, you spoke with ease, cracking a few jokes on the way.
After Soap left you alone to go bother Ghost and Gaz, you leaned against Price with a content sigh, “That felt good..” Price smiled at you, placing a soft kiss on your head, “I bet it was.. I love you, with two legs or one.” Price laughed as you slapped his shoulder. “It would be a lie if I didn’t say I love you, but right now I don’t think you deserve one after that.”
“Love!”
“Nope. Earn it back big guy”
“How about tonight in my room?”
“Sounds like a plan..”
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