#about five fucking minutes ……… I was about to get out my car and start driving for them
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"𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕-𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅" 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴.𝑺
❥ 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎?
❥ 𝑻𝒘'𝒔 : 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 (𝒐𝒃𝒗), 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑 (𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅), 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌(?), 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒍), 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑶𝒓𝒂𝒍 ( 𝒇𝒆𝒎), 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒔!!
❥ 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 : 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒚𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 (𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆) 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒊 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 "𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚" 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔!! 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!!
༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻
Me and my older brother Nate, know the sturniolo triplets for our whole life's basically, I've always had a crush on Matt.
Aka the middle triplet, I know he probably sees me as a little sister, but this doesn't stop me from daydreaming about him 24/7.
There are some moments that feeds my "delusion", like the eye-contact, some lingering touches and etc. But that's probably just me.
He and his brothers Nick and Chris are very good friends to my brother, which means they are good with me too, we grew up together.
We decided to go on a trip to Las Vegas, me and my brother already packed our things, the triplets were ready too.
"Cmon let's go already!" Chris shouted from the living room
"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I sighed, while blushing my hair.
After five minutes actually, I was ready.
I went downstairs, and saw the four of them on the couch
"I'm ready, we can go" Matt looked over me, smiling sweetly.
I returned the smile, but quickly looked away when he noticed my blushing face, we grabbed our stuff and went outside where
The car was parked, Chris was on the passenger seat as always, me, nick and nate were in the back, I was in the middle
Not realizing that I was giving Matt easy access, to look over me.
He started the car, and waited a little bit before starting to drive.
I decided to put on my headphones and listen to some music, while I was listening, I looked at Matt and saw him already looking at me thorough the back mirror
I blushed when our eyes met, but quickly looked away, I guess he looked away too because he was obviously driving.
After 1 hour
Matt stopped at the gas station, we all got out of the car, me and nick decided to go inside the station and get some snacks and drinks
"Matt won't stop eye fucking you girl" Nick looked at me, raising his eyebrow
"Wait, what?" I asked confused
"Oh babe, please don't tell me you haven't noticed." He looked at me with the "are you serious" stare
"I mean yeah, I noticed him looking at me randomly, but I think it's just..normal you know" I picked a bag of chips, then I looked at him.
"Definitely not normal at all" he grabbed a bag of chips as well, while laughing slightly
"What's not normal?" Suddenly Nate came behind us.
I turned around, looking at him
"You fucking scared me!" I scoffed
"She was just talking about her..girly problems" Nick made up a lie
"Why with you?" Nate raised his eybrow.
"He's gay" I said "I'm gay" Nick said with me, laughing.
"Anyways, grab some shit and let's go, or Matt will be mad."
"Y/n will like that" Nick murmured, I heard him, nate too..
"Fuck you mean she will like that?" He said, a little too loud.
"He's joking Nate.." I looked at Nick with death stare
"Yeah, don't take me seriously" Nick looked back at me.
After we grabbed some things, we payed and got out of the store.
"The fuck were yall doing inside?"
"Oh, Nick's fault" I said quickly
"Heyyy!" He frowned but laughed at that.
"Guys let's go!" Chirs whined, wanting to get at the hotel already.
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After about 30 minutes, we arrived at the hotel, and this is how this happened..
"Uh-oh, there's only one bed." Matt looked over me, and I swear I saw that smirk.
"Oh god" I blushed, feeling even more "embarrassed" that not only I get to sleep in one room, with my crush since childhood, but in one bed..
"Matt, I can take the sofa" I looked at the small sofa in the room, I definitely wouldn't be able to sleep there but
"Yeah, that wouldn't happen, don't worry I don't bite. We will sleep together." He chuckled, coming closer to me.
Fuck, why is he coming so close
"Well..I guess, it wouldn't be a problem" I looked up at him, my face flushed
"No problem at all baby" he got impossibly closer, looking down at my lips, that were slightly pouted.
I felt my heart beating faster, I wouldn't be surprised if he hears my heartbeat.
As he was looking at my lips, he licked his own, biting his bottom lip slightly after he did that
Fuck what is he doing
"Well" he suddenly backed up, "let's fix our clothes, after all they shouldn't be in the bags." He smiled sweetly at me
Fucking tease..
I simply nodded, starting unpacking my clothes.
While he was doing the same
He suddenly looked over me, right when I was going through my underwear
"Hello kitty panties?" He chuckled, smirking
I blushed so fucking hard at that, immediately covering my bras and panties
"Why are you looking at them!" I squealed, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Shh, calm down, it's not like I was a vibrator or dildo" he replied teasingly
"Oh my God Matthew! You're disgusting!"
"Disgusting huh?" He walked over me slowly, making my breath hitch
"Am I really that disgusting to you baby?" Matt got close to me, caressing my cheek softly.
"Stop that" I tried to avoid his gaze, "why, am I making your cunny wet baby?" He said, voice full of lust.
"M-matt!" I scolded him, or at least I tried.
He chuckled, backing up once again like before
"Let's finish this up" he said, like nothing happened just seconds ago.
After five minutes, we both were ready with our stuff, Matt laid on the bed. Scrolling mindlessly through his phone
"Will you go to the bathroom? I want to take a shower" I looked over him
"No, go..call me if you need company tho" he looked at me smirking.
I just scoffed at that, grabbing some panties, shorts and a oversized t shirt, but I didn't realized that I didn't take a bra
I went into the bathroom, locking the door after me, I turned on the shower for the water to warm up while I took of my clothes and underwear.
As I started showering, my thoughts went to Matt, not so innocent ones.
I slowly spread open my legs, a little bit, dropping my hand between them.
I started rubbing my clit slowly, small whimpers coming out of my mouth.
I slowly inserted my middle finger inside, whining at the small stretch, i curled it so it can hit my special spot
After i made sure i was more wet, i put inside my ring finger too, small moans coming out of my mouth
Thinking that he wasn't hearing, me become of the running water
But oh i was so wrong
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Matt's Pov :
While i was scrolling through my phone, i suddenly started hearing sounds, her sounds. Small whimpers, whines and means
She probably was thinking that, i wasn't hearing those noise,
But she's so wrong, or perhaps she doing it in purpose.
To challenge me, i felt my cock twitching, i groaned.
I turned off my phone, throwing it beside me
Without any second thoughts, i un buckled my belt, pulling my pants and boxers down, enough to pull out my cock
I grabbed it, my hand started going up and down slowly
I started teasing my leaking tip, with my thumb letting out a hiss, collecting my pre-cum and smearing it all over my hard shaft
I started jerking of, faster, my hips jerking into my hand.
I groaned from the intense feeling, suddenly i heard her moans turning a little bit louder, i just can imagine her, how she looks
Her fingers deep inside her tight cunt, wishing they were mine
I closed my eyes shut, squeezing my hand a little bit and jerking of, faster than before, i was so close
I started cumming, shooting my cum into my hand and stomach, imaging that im cumming deep inside of her
I started breathing heavily, after five seconds i grabbed a pepper towel, cleaning my mess
End of his pov.
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As i was pumping my fingers, in and out of me, i started rubbing my clit too.
I felt my tummy tightening, i knew i was close.
I let out a loud moan when i came, soaking my finger.
I pulled them out of me, whimpering, i waited five seconds so i can get out of my post orgasm-haze
I continued with my shower, after i finished.
I got out, drying myself i putted on my panties.
The hello kitty ones..
I didn't choose them on purpose, i just grabbed the ones that were closer, i putted on my shorts and i realized that.
I didn't get a bra, i wanted to put on the old one, but i didn't
After all the t shirt is oversized as fuck, so i simply putted on the t shirt,
I brushed my teeth, washing my face after.
Aftet i was done with my night routine
I collected my dirty clothes, putting them inside the laundry basket
And when i got out, i saw Matt still on the bed
When he saw me, he looked at me, smirking.
But didn't said anything else, did he hear me!?
I dried my hair with the towel, after i was done. I looked over him
But he was already looking at me
"You know, you shoudve stayed quiet" he stood up from the bed, coming close to me
"Wh-what!?" I knew what he meant but i was scared, i felt my heart beating faster, and louder.
He came to me, grabbing my waist, pulling me close to him and..
He kissed me
I gasped softly, from the sudden act, i putted both of my hands on his naked chest.
He pulled away, while he was doing it he bited my bottom lip slightly.
I whimpered at that, "M-matt"
"Do you want this? Hm?" He looked at me, his eyes blown with lust.
"Y-yeah..i want you" i said quietly
He smirked at me "ill be your first right?"
"Yes matt.." i blushed, i looked up at him
"Good, go lay on the bed." He demanded, starting to slip his pants down.
I looked over the bed, walking to it. "Oh undress please" Matt said casually
I looked over him, but nodded and started undressing myself, after i was only in my panties, i laid down on the bed
"No bra? Slut" he chuckled, i blushed even more if possible.
He walked over me, and looked at my titts.
"So pretty baby" he runned his hand over them.
"Im gonna help you to ease up, yeah?"
"Yeah.." i nodded, waiting patiently.
He laid on top of me gently, and suddenly kissed me.
I tried to kiss back, but i easy lost, giving him the main role.
He pulled back, and looked down.
"Did you chose them in purpose huh?" He pointed at my panties
"No..they were the first ones that i saw" he chuckled at that
"Whats gonna happen now is, im going to eat you out, is that okay?"
I gasped quietly when i heard him, but nodded immediately.
"Yeah, please Matt." He started going down on me, spreading my legs, and putting them over his shoulders.
He kissed my pussy over my panties, my breath hitched from the feeling of his lips.
He looked up at me, and started removing my panties, i helped him out by lifting my hips.
After he was done with that, he kissed my clit.
I whimpered from the contact, "Pl-please" i let out a whine.
He chuckled but didn't said anything, he licked a stripe from my leaking hole to my clit, making me moan out.
I felt him smirk against my pussy.
He started suckling on my clit, wrapping his lips around it while his tongue flicked against it.
"M-nghhh-matt" i moaned his name loudly.
He pulled back a little bit, and i looked down, i saw him hallowing his cheeks to collect saliva. And he suddenly spat on my clit.
I gasped softly, feeling the saliva running down to my ass.
He looked up at me, his baby blue eyes now almost black.
He suddenly started eating me out even more, like my pussy was his last meal ever.
He shaked his head, while looking up at me.
I suddenly felt my tummy tightening, "Cuhh-cumming!"
He started suckling on my clit hard when he heard me, i came on his tongue, his tongue lapping my juices eagerly.
"Taste so good baby" he groaned, starting to go up at me.
"Open" i opened my mouth, and he spat on my tongue, he didn't tell me to swallow so i didn't, he slapped my cheek slightly.
"Swallow!" And i did, tasting my cum on his saliva
"Are you ready?" I nodded
"Words y/n" he kissed the top of my nose
I smiled at the sweet gesture, "yes matt, im ready."
He nodded at that, he pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock.
His tip angry redish color, he pumped it slowly, his hand going up and down.
He groaned, "touched myself to you earlier baby, hearing your pretty sounds made me so so hard."
I blushed at his words
"Tell me, did you pumped those little fingers inside your tight cunt?"
"Mhm..yeah"
"Good baby, youre driving me crazy y/n/n"
"Matt cmon!" I whined
He chuckled at my desperation
And started rubbing his cock up and down, as to collect my juices from my pussy.
"Can i push now angel?" I nodded
"Please Matty.." i looked at him with puppy eyes
"Relax fully baby" and i did.
He started to push inside of my heat slowly
I moaned from the burning sensation, "shh, you're doing so good sweetheart"
He waited more, before suddenly slamming fully into me, making me nearly scream, when he pulled back he saw my blood coating his cock, he suddenly pushed once again.
"Matt!!" I moaned loudly, he started sucking on one, of my hard nipples, biting it slightly, making me whine.
After five more seconds, he started snapping his hips against mine.
With each thrust getting harder, i got louder.
He grabbe me by the hips, suddenly turning me around on my stomach, putting me on a doggy, i felt his hands grabbing my ass.
And started to push inside my pussy harder, i let out a scream.
Making him slap my ass hard, "such a loud bitch"
"M-matty" i whimpered, my face pushed into the pillows.
He grabbed my hair, making an ponytail.
He pulled me against his chest, and continued slamming inside of me.
"Feels good huh?" I nodded at that, already cock drunk.
"So fucking dumb baby, made you drunk on my cock huh?" I nodded, he suddenly pulled out and slammed with full force.
Making me droll and scream, he let go of my hair, grabbing both of my hands behind my back, and slammed into me if possible, more harder and faster.
I felt the sensation on my tummy again, this time even more strong.
"G-gonna pee matt!! Pull out!!" I said embarrassed
He didn't said anything but continued to push his big cock inside of me.
I let out a scream when i came, my cunt gushing around him.
"M-matt im so sorry!" I apologized embarrassed.
He chuckled "youre a squirter baby"
I whimpered at that
"You didn't pee don't worry" he said softly, and continued to fuck me.
I moaned from the feeling, already sensitive, i felt his cock somehow even bigger
"S'big matty!" I moaned, tears falling from my eyes, from the pleasure.
"Yeah? Too big for your little cunny?" I nodded, drolling all over myself.
"Gonna cum soon angel" he groaned.
"Please, cum inside" i whimpered.
"I will, cum. deep. inside. of. this. cunt." Each words said with hard thrusts.
He suddenly came inside of me, filling me with his warm cum.
The feeling of it, making me cum again.
Gushing around him, and tightening impossibly around his softening shaft.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of me.
"Stay, im gonna grab a towel." He stated
Standing up to go and get, an wet towel.
He returned seconds later, cleaning me firts slowly, and then himself.
"The sheets are ruined" i said, blushing.
"Dont worry about that, here" he handed me a bottle of water.
I drank from it, leaving it on the nightstand after.
"Do you want new panties?"
"Y-yeah" he got to the drawer where i putted my underwear.
Grabbing one, and coming close to me. Putting them on me.
After he putted on his boxers, he laid down beside me.
Putting my head against his chest, "i love you, will you be my girlfriend"
"Y-yeah..i love you" i said shyly.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.
༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻ ༺୨♥︎୧༻
Guys im very sorry that it took so long, and im sorry if theres any mistakes, but im actually drunk rn and idk whats even written here 😣💖
Tag: @jennss23
#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nate doe#sturniolo triplets#female reader#matt sturniolo x fem reader#matt sturniolo smut
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when you call them "husband"
how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband".
pairings: itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, isagi yoichi x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "mrs." and "wifey") (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, kissing, the boys are simps, shidou is a warning itself
notes: hi guys! another one of these scenarios since you guys seemed to like the other one so much <3 thank you for all your love and support! also it's my first time writing for shidou so i hope this isn't absolute garbage.
Itoshi Sae
one of your and sae’s favorite couple activities was driving around the city. you loved the feeling of madrid’s summer breeze kissing your face and messing up your hair, and sae… well, he would never admit that, but sae loved anything that made you happy, even if it meant driving with no clear destination in mind until his feet hurt. so it was no wonder you convinced him to do just that on that afternoon.
after half an hour of wandering around town on a porsche, you decided that some starbucks would do both of you well. your little pleading eyes quickly convinced sae to stop by one, letting you order since the intercom was on your side.
“welcome to starbucks, what can i get for you today?” the man’s voice came out of the intercom, the spanish accent still making it a bit difficult for sae to fully comprehend, despite living in madrid for years now.
“hi! i’d like a caramel frappuccino and a chocolate muffin, please.”
“anything else?”
you turned to him, asking in a whisper, “what do you want, baby?”
“just an iced matcha tea latte.” he shrugged. you smiled, and sae had to fight the urge to smile too. it was maddening, really — how much of an effect you had on him with something as simple as a turn of lips.
he watched as you turned back to the intercom, “and my husband wants an iced matcha tea latte. that would be all, thank you.”
distracted, sae started to take his foot off the brake to go to the payment booth, but suddenly his body froze. he furrowed his eyebrows, confusion etched on his teal eyes.
wait.
fucking wait.
sae didn’t register what the guy on the intercom said next, much less what you answered. he didn’t even notice the line of cars behind him and the need to move forward. all that mattered was that one word that fell from your mouth seconds prior.
“what did you call me?” he asked, silently afraid that it was all a trick from his mind fed on his deepest wishes.
it was only then you seemed to realize what you said. “o-oh, i… i’m sorry, it just— it just came out…” you squeaked, bashful. fuck, you were so pretty like that, with your cheeks rosy while averting his gaze.
sae smirked, pinching your chin so that you would look at him. he kissed you with a sweetness that wasn’t usually present in his bitter mouth, and you melted at his gentleness.
“don’t apologize,” he said as he broke the kiss. “i liked that, mrs. itoshi.”
it seemed like it was finally time for that velvet box on the bottom of his drawer.
Shidou Ryusei
peace. peace was all you wished for — at least a little bit. five minutes on the phone to schedule an appointment was not asking for much, was it?
apparently, for shidou, it was.
you were well aware your boyfriend was selfish, and that was an universal rule when it came to your attention. considering he spent a lot of time away for games overseas, you couldn’t blame him for wanting some time alone, since you wanted it too.
however, you really needed to schedule your doctor’s appointment, and your whiny boyfriend was making this task extremely difficult. every time you started talking to the lady on the other side of the phone, ryusei would butt in with very unnecessary comments that made your eyes roll. you apologized profusely to the woman about a hundred times, and she assured you it was okay. she even said it was sweet.
if you weren’t so annoyed, you would have thought it was sweet, too. ryusei was never one to shy away from expressing his love, even if it meant embarrassing you and himself in the process (although he was completely shameless, so it made no difference).
“will anyone pick you up after your exam, ma’m?”
you could faintly hear what the woman was saying, since shidou was babbling nonsense in your ear as if you weren’t on a phone call. it made you sigh, and you rubbed the bridge of your nose.
“yes, my husband will pick me up.”
and then, silence.
it took you a minute to realize that the outside noise disappeared and ryusei had completely stopped talking. you blinked a couple times, confused, and turned your head to look at your boyfriend sitting on the couch. to your surprise, he was blushing and gaping like a fish, in what seemed to be utter disbelief.
you braced yourself for what was about to come.
“HUSBAND?!”
ah, there it is. his scream pierced through the living room, and you were certain even the other side of the country heard it.
“thank you for everything, ma’m. i should be going now,” you told the receptionist. she only giggled and wished you a good day.
the second you put your phone down, ryusei’s arms were around your middle, lifting you up and twirling you around like some cliche romance movie. your prior annoyance melted away in a second, and you could only giggle like a schoolgirl in love.
“awww, ya wanna be my wifey?” he cooed, putting you down without letting you go. his nose touched yours and you blushed with the intensity of his stare.
though you wouldn’t back down.
“of course i do, ryu.” you smiled sweetly. your boyfriend stared at you, shocked and bashful for the second time in the span of five minutes, and then groaned when broken from his stupor.
what a little devil, he thought.
and then he kissed you, intense and dominating like only ryusei knew how to be, prodding his tongue in your mouth when you gasped and savoring every corner of your mouth. it was one of those kisses that swept you off your feet and left you dizzy, and he could tell from the hazy look in your eyes when he finally backed away.
“fuck, i love you so much. you ‘gon be my wifey, baby, i promise ya.”
Isagi Yoichi
you were usually the one to accompany yoichi to parties — mostly galas thrown by sponsors who wanted to secure a deal with some sports hotshot —, so, for him, it was a breath of fresh air to be your plus one on the holiday party of the company you worked for.
since the company in question was a corporation, it was no wonder the decoration was flawless, with lots of gold and red to represent the christmas that would soon arrive. the soundtrack was mainly composed of classical music, and he smiled watching you enjoying a vivaldi song. it reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where you teached him about your favorite classic musicians such as beethoven, mozart, ludovico einaudi and chopin.
your arms were linked as you wandered around the hall, and, non surprisingly, everyone seemed to want to talk to you. of course they would; you were the sweetest, kindest and smartest soul to walk on this earth. isagi couldn’t be more proud of all the recognition you were getting, because you deserved more than anyone he knew.
“are you having fun, baby?” you suddenly asked. the striker finally noticed he had been staring at you for a while as you drank a glass of champagne. he blushed, but nodded.
“how could i not? i’m with you.”
a giggle left your lips along with a fond roll of your eyes, and yoichi couldn’t help but think that, if he could listen to a single sound forever, he would choose your laugh in a heartbeat.
“you’re so silly, yoichi,” you playfully chastised him, but stepped forward to give a kiss to his cheek. he smiled, circling your waist with one arm and pulling so that your bodies were glued.
“what can i say, you make me silly, sweetheart.”
“isn’t that what love is supposed to do?” a third voice suddenly spoke, slightly startling the both of you and breaking you from your little bubble.
you put down your glass on a waiter’s tray, smiling at the man that arrived. “mr. tanaka! what a pleasure it is to see you here.”
“of course! i wouldn’t miss such a party!” he exclaimed, laughing a little loud for the etiquette of that kind of gala, but no one seemed to mind.
“and who is this?” he asked, pointing to isagi.
“this is my husband, isagi yoichi. he came today to support me.”
with such simple words, yoichi’s mind went silent.
he could faintly discern the man saying something about being a soccer enthusiast and a bastard munchen’s fan — mostly from reading his lips, since his ears were buzzing —, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. isagi’s heart was beating so pathetically fast that if he weren’t an athlete, he was pretty sure he would faint right there.
husband. you called him your husband.
did that mean you wanted to marry him? he’s been wanting to propose for a while. you have been dating for five years, after all, and yoichi was sure there was no one else in this world he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. did you only say that because you already lived together? or did you actually want a wedding ceremony with all your friends and family, signing the paper that would bound you for good? until death do us part, he remembered. though yoichi would love you even after dying—
“dear?” you called him, worry in your tone. it’s only then he realized he got lost in his thoughts, and both you and mr. tanaka were staring at him.
“oh, sorry. it’s really nice to meet you, sir.” he shook the man’s hand, engaging in conversation.
while you watched them, you smiled coyly, hoping isagi took the hint.
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THE CRASH | (l.norris)
summary: Lando and you fight right before the Las Vegas gp, turns out your nerves couldn’t take it after he crashes
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: angst, the crash
notes: I loved this idea when I saw it in my inbox and could not not write it. Here it is, what do we think about this??? I hope you like it 🫶🏼 btw, please come talk to me in my inbox, I’m bored🥲
”I can’t believe you right now!“, Lando and you had been fighting all evening over some silly thing. What started as a small joke, turned into a big argument and you didn’t know how or what happened. All you remember was, that Lando had been tense all weekend and was sensitive to certain things, but you didn’t think he was going to explode, so he got all mean and pushy with you because he was truly agitated.
”Y/N, maybe you shouldn’t have begun to talk about this, I need to concentrate on my racing.“
The screaming you both were doing could probably be heard in the motorhome next to you, but you didn’t care. Lando was clearly wrong and he needed to get your point.
”You started this fight, so stop being a child! Just get where I‘m coming from, you‘ve been in a mood all weekend and you let it out on me, you‘ve only looked for a fight so you could let your anger out.“
”That’s not true! You put words in my mouth and twisted them, as always.“
You two rarely fought, but if you did, there was screaming involved.
”If you hadn’t put me on your jpg account from when you took pictures of me while laying in our bed, we wouldn’t be in this position. I clearly told you that I don’t want this, and you went and did it anyway.“
”It’s just a picture!“
”You read the comments, they hate the way I look, and especially in that picture. You promised me it was for your use only, and you betrayed that.“
”You’re making a bigger deal than it is, calm the fuck down.“
”I won’t! I want you to see my point here.“
”You’re not seeing mine either. It’s a stupid picture, you weren’t naked, you weren’t making a stupid face, you were just looking at the camera, without any makeup but you were beautiful, grow the fuck up and get over these comments.“
”Lando I think I’m going to leave, you enjoy your race, I’ll be watching from the garage but we need space from each other right now, or we say things we don’t mean.“
”You can’t just run away from this conversation, you always do that.“
”I can watch me“, and with that, you walked out the door of his driver's room and slammed it on your way out. Several McLaren employees looked at you with big eyes, but you couldn’t take it right now, you needed five minutes in peace, so you could calm down, and think about the fight again.
Just thirty minutes later, you sat in the garage and waited for Lando to get in his car, normally you two would come in together and he would be cuddly with you, kissing and hugging you until it was time to get in his beloved car, but today was different. You came in alone, way before Lando even had to be in the garage to finally get in the car, he was in a mood when Jose tried to talk to him about data, and when he finally walked into the garage to drive to the grid, he stormed right past you, not even looking at you. By then everyone knew something was up, he never hoped in the car without giving you a kiss. Jon gave you a questioning look, but you shrugged your shoulders and mouthed a ’later‘ to him.
You watched on the TV how he got the last definitely needed laps in and then got pushed by his crew to his starting position. This was also a thing that bothered him, P15 wasn’t something he was used to nowadays.
After the anthem, Adam joined you.
”What’s up with him? He‘s been off all weekend.“
”I know, we had a fight right before he had to go and you know how we fight. It happened over this silly thing and now he‘s pissed at me, I couldn’t even say good luck to him.“
You looked at Adam, he knew his son longer than you did, maybe he had an idea how you could solve things.
”Lando’s always been a stubborn kid, give him time and talk to him after the race, I‘m sure he‘s cooled down by then.“
”Maybe you’re right.“
With that you looked at the screen and saw Lando jumping in his car, going through the last things that he wrote down as his notes.
The engines roared and Adam and you put on the headsets, so you could hear what was said over the radio. Lando was driving around the track for the formation lap and stopped when he reached his position. You prayed that the start would be nice to your boy and he would get through without any crashes or touches. Even if you fought, you still wanted him to be careful and not crash.
The start went without any troubles for Lando, and this was the first time that you released a breath. After the start, Jon came over to you, to talk about Lando’s attitude.
”What’s wrong with you two? I’ve never seen you like this before.“
”We don’t fight often, maybe once every two months or something, and normally it happens when we’re home, but today it escalated when we arrived at the track. He posted this picture of me on his jpg account and I overreacted, he promised me that he wouldn’t post it and he still did. So I was a little angry with him when I asked him to delete it, he freaked out.“
”I‘m sure you can solve this after the race, don’t think about it too hard.“
He gave you a quick hug and you kept watching. Now it was lap three and Lando was fighting for every position. Every race was nerve-wracking for you, sure he was a good driver and the car was safe, but still, every time he sat in his car, your heart rate went up a bit, and you were scared that he would crash. With Adam and Jon next to you, you sat on the foldable chair and had your gaze on the many TVs in front of you, when he crossed the line and lap four began.
Adam mumbled something under his breath and you looked at him when you heard everyone around you inhaling their breath. Quickly you looked back at the TV and hoped someone other than Lando had crashed, but when you heard Jose with panic in his voice, asking if he was okay, you knew it was him. You grabbed Adams's arm, to hold onto something while trying to hold back your tears. Fear was written all over your face, and it only got worse when Jose asked a second time if he was fine and Lando pressed the talk button with his shaky hands. The heavy breaths made your heart sink in your stomach, and with the way he pressed the ’all good‘ out, he truly wasn’t all good. What haunted you most were his painful moans afterwards.
This was the worst scenario that could’ve happened, and the fact that it happened in his birthday week and after you two fought, made things only worse. He clearly wasn’t in the right mindset to race, and it was all your fault because you got irritated by the picture and the comments.
”I want to see him!“
”Y/N, calm down, he will probably be taken to the medical center and you know we can’t enter. He‘s fine, you know what he‘s like, he‘s tough.“
You looked back at the screen and saw how he was still sitting in his car, that wasn’t a good sign. Maybe he was too hurt to get out, you couldn’t just leave him alone in the medical center. With careful movements, he finally pushed himself out of his car, but he was slower than usual, he had to be in pain.
”I‘ll run to the medical center, I’m his performance coach, no one knows his body better than I do. At least in the medical areas, I can update you.“
You nodded continuously and pushed Jon slightly towards the exit of the garage. Now you were crying, it was all your fault, you turned away from any cameras and the big opening of the garage, so no one could picture you ugly sobbing. This was a way of crying that wasn’t pretty and not meant for anyone except you, and maybe Lando to see. Quickly Adam pulled you in tight for a hug, he was shaking himself, and you both needed comfort right now. His phone started ringing and you hoped it was Jon, but it was Cisca, she wanted to know if you knew anything about Lando’s health, but you didn’t and it freaked you out.
His arms could be broken and you wouldn’t know, if you wouldn’t see him soon, you would go crazy. After long fifteen minutes of walking up and down through the garage, finally, an incoming call from Jon lit up your phone.
”Jon, how is he?“
”He‘s okay, a bit shaken up and his whole body hurts a little from the impact, but he‘ll be fine. They want to take him to an actual hospital to scan him, to rule out any internal injuries.“
”I want to come!“
”Y/N, you can’t. It’s better if you wait for him in the hospitality, he needs rest.“
”No, Jon, I need to see him“, the tears were streaming down your face again, at the thought that you can’t be by his side right now.
”We’re already in an ambulance and on our way to the next hospital, we can’t fetch you.“
”I‘ll get a car.“
”You won’t see him, even if you come, he‘ll be in the scan and we can’t join him there. I‘m with him, he‘s not alone, I‘ll send you a picture.“
”Let me talk to him.“
”His arms are trapped under a blanket, and he got some medication to hide the pain a little, he‘s drugged up and talking nonsense. He wouldn’t get what you’re saying anyway.“
”Is that even safe?“
”Yes“, he chuckled, ”He‘s alright, don’t worry. The scan is just a precaution thing, we should be out in at least two hours.“
With a heavy breath, you accepted that you couldn’t see him in person right now.
”But please send me a picture of him, and tell him I love him.“
”Will do, and you’re going to calm down, he’s fine.“
”I‘ll try, thank you, Jon.“
You turned to Adam and quickly talked him through what Jon told you, before calling Cisca and telling her the same.
Two hours later…
You just received a text from Jon, telling you they are in a car right now, that‘ll take them to the track. Impatiently you sat in the hospitality and waited for Lando to walk through the door, and when you saw him opening the glass door, you were crying again. The way the jacket was way too big for him, and his overall was hanging on his hips, made your heart clench, your poor boy. You ran towards him and hugged him tightly, while still being careful that you weren’t hurting him. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his driver's room, where you were hugging once again.
You pulled out of the hug and put your hands on his cheeks.
”I am so so sorry that I overreacted with the picture, just because of me, you weren’t focused and lost the car to that bump. I will never fight with you ever again.“
Lando used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the salty tears, that escaped your eye.
”It’s not your fault, fight or not, the bump would’ve been there and I would’ve lost control. I‘m okay, yeah? You don’t need to worry anymore, and you definitely need to stop crying, because there is nothing to cry about.“
”Do you forgive me?“
”Of course, it’s all forgotten, I shouldn’t have posted the picture, and I‘m truly sorry. I‘ll delete it once I have my phone.“
”No don’t do that“, you put your head against his chest and breathed in his scent, Lando was closing his arms around your shoulders and touched the back of your head. Featherlight kisses were placed on the side of your head, and you two enjoyed the silence.
A knock interrupted you two and Adam was standing in the door, he tightly hugged his son as well and kissed his cheek.
”You should call your mum, she‘s worried sick.“
Lando nodded and grabbed your phone that you held out before dialing the number of his mum. After the quick talk, Cisca was reassured her son was fine and Lando wanted to go to the debrief. With his hospital bracelet, still on his wrist, he sat there like he didn’t just crash.
He was professional after all.
Until you returned to the hotel, you waited with Adam and Jon in the hospitality for Lando to finish his meetings, and when he did, Jon drove you safely back to the hotel, where you took care of Lando, so he was back on track for the last race.
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could you do a poly!marauders with fem reader where reader doesn’t swear at all (or like REALLY rarely) and the boys are with her and something happens and she just starts cussing like a sailor and the boys are like O: ??where??did??that??come??from??
Thanks for requesting my love! This is not based at all on anything that's ever happened to me ofc (I've never cursed even once in my life and am a very attentive driver) but it was fun to write!!
cw: near-miss car accident
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 820 words
“I can’t believe you keep the seat so far back,” you say, squinting into the rear view mirror.
“Right?” James backs you up from where he’s gently massaging Remus’ knee in the backseat. “Moony, your height is an injustice to us all.”
Sirius smirks out the passenger window. “I don’t mind it.”
You laugh, glancing into the mirror to assess Remus’ countenance. He’s usually the one to drive the four of you around, but he’d woken up this morning with his knee aching and none of you had wanted to chance him getting a cramp or tweaking a muscle while he had his foot on the gas. He claims the pain isn’t bad and the rest of you are playing along, but his promises do little to reassure you. Remus’ tolerance is crazy high from years of aches, pains, and injuries, so him saying it doesn’t hurt very much is like when Sirius says he’ll be over in five minutes; he probably believes it to be true, but everyone else knows better.
Remus’ lips are twisted slightly upward at your bantering, though, and when you scan his face for signs of tension or discomfort you don’t find any. He starts to lean onto James’ shoulder, then shoots back up, eyes widening.
Sirius’ sharp inhale has you whipping your attention back out the windshield, where another car is trying to butt into the small space between your car and the one in front.
“Fucking fuck!” You hit the brakes and slam the butt of your hand into the horn, letting it blare until the intruding car swerves back into their lane. If you’d hit them, it would have been Sirius’ side colliding with the driver’s door. Your blood pounds in your ears. “What the hell, jackass? Stay in your own fucking lane!” You start to pass them, and the driver hastily puts down his phone, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah, how about we stay off our goddamn phones while we’re on the road? Fucking dumbass.”
You blow out a harsh breath, refocusing on the traffic around you now that the danger has passed. The car has gone completely silent. “Oh no, Remus, did it hurt your knee when I braked, honey? I’m so sorry.”
A beat, and then Remus clears his throat. “Uh, no.”
The tension doesn’t break. You wouldn’t blame the boys if they were still in shock from your near-miss, but the quiet is a bit unnerving. You’re fighting the urge to look over at Sirius or glance at Remus and James in the rear view mirror, not wanting to take your eyes off the road again.
You jump when James asks, “What just happened?” at the same time as Sirius shouts “Fucking yeah, baby!” and holds up his hand for you to high-five.
You barely brush it with your fingertips, hesitant and a bit wary. “What?”
“Dove,” Remus says hoarsely, “I’ve never heard that kind of language from you.”
“Oh.” Your ears burn. “Yeah, sorry.”
Sirius makes a sound that’s half startlement, half something else. You chance a look his way, and he’s grinning at you, mouth hanging slightly open. You think those might be stars in his eyes. “Don’t fucking apologize,” he laughs, sounding downright giddy. “That was great! Fantastic! I didn’t know you had this side to you, gorgeous.”
You shrink a bit in your seat, but there’s nowhere to go. You know if you check your mirror, you’ll find two more pairs of eyes staring at you from the backseat. “I don’t usually…well, you guys haven’t been around me while I’m driving before.”
James guffaws. Sirius has begun to shake with silent laughter beside you. “Do you mean to tell me this happens every time you drive?” James asks.
“Not every time,” you say defensively. “They spooked me.”
“They spooked you?” Sirius hoots from beside you, and now you can hear even Remus’ quiet chuckling. “Baby, I didn’t know you knew half those words! If that’s what happens when you drive, I want you behind the wheel every time.”
“Oi,” Remus objects, but there’s no offense to be found in his tone. “It’s not like I don’t cuss.”
“No,” James replies, reaching up to squeeze at your shoulders playfully, “but with you it’s not usually such a performance. That was a spectacle!”
“I don’t know why you’re all so surprised,” you say, but you’re giggling now too, worse when Sirius joins in on James’ teasing, pinching at your side. “You all curse like sailors, you were bound to rub off on me eventually.”
“It’s not like you’re not allowed to curse, dovey,” Remus says. “It’s just that we weren’t expecting it from you.”
“And what, you’re gonna act like it’s our fault?” Sirius scoffs, poking you in the ribs and grinning when you squirm away. “As if any of us would ever say ‘fucking fuck.’ That’s an amateur's work, gorgeous. Can’t blame us for that one.”
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𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉 — As a broke college student, it’s not wrong to want a rich husband! That doesn’t mean you’re a gold digger, or will stoop so low you will ruin your worth, it just means you want a man who will take care of you, and guess what? You found him.
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𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙄𝙄𝙄
Content Warnings: Language..? Nothing other than that!
Nanami stared at his reflection.
“Nanami, get it together. It’s just a date, you’ve done them plenty of times.”
Nanami repeated that to himself and each time he got more nervous. His hands were now sticky with sweat, and his stomach began to hurt from the nerves. Nanami has never been this nervous, not even for business meetings that can determine his companies status or funds.
Nanami’s phone chimed a little song as his alarm went off. It was 5:15 and he needed to leave for his date.
He went to his sink and washed the sweat from his hands. He grabbed his car keys and headed to his garage.
Once he got in his car and started driving, he didn’t want to do this date anymore. What if you found him ugly? I mean the photos he chose weren’t the best, but what if you were expecting younger, or handsomer?!
He pulled into Hermès’ parking lot, and he went to park in a spot as close to the restaurant in case of a quick exit he may have to make.
He sat in his car as the clock ticked. It was only 5:25, and his reservation wouldn’t be ready for another five minutes. He took a deep breath, and made his way into the luxurious restaurant. He signed in, and the Server brought him to his table. Nanami thanked him as the server said he would be right back and Nanami nodded. Just as he sat down his phone chimed and he picked it up.
He saw a message from Haibara.
H: “Hey dude, just wanted to wish you luck. Remember, don’t think too much and act like you. It’s not as complicated as you think! Alright, I gotta go, tell me all about the date after it, or tomorrow!
N: Thank you, I really appreciate it Haibara. I will tell you all about it tomorrow!
Nanami smiled, Haibara was too good for him. His phone chimed again and a message from you appeared on his screen.
Y: “Hey Kento! I might be running late, I missed my bus, so it might take me a few minutes! (Hopefully it’s not a deal breaker😅)
Nanami laughed to himself while also internally punching himself. Why didn’t he offer you a ride!? Oh he’s such an idiot! While Nanami cursed himself for mistakes he didn’t even make, the waiter looked at him in slight discomfort.
“Sir?” Nanami jerked his head towards the young man, startled by his sudden appearance.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?” Nanami kindly apologized.
“Oh, it’s not problem, at all! I was just wondering if you were waiting for someone, if not, are you ready to order drinks?” The young man so kindly asked the clueless Nanami the 4th time about what his plans were at the restaurant.
“Yes, I am waiting for someone, you can come back in five minutes, sorry for the troubles.” Nanami felt like an absolute clown. He is recognizable. He bets the waiter felt bad for him, thinking he was stood up, so he lingered to keep him company.
“Alright, I will be back shortly!” The young gentleman walked away, and Nanami checked his phone to see another message from you.
Y:“Hi! I’m at the front, the woman won’t let me in unless the person who made the reservation comes and gets me..”
Nanami sighed, places like these makes him hate reservations. He walks towards the front, and he couldn’t help but fucking forget how to breathe.
He saw you standing in a deep green dress. It was so flattering on your body, Nanami had to bite his lip to hold back the groan he wanted to let out.
“Hello, I am Kento Nanami. This is my date, please let her in.” Nanami’s stern voice irritatingly informed the woman. She looked up at Nanami with slight fear, she was different from the other guy who let him in, so she must be new.
You awkwardly smiled at the woman and walked towards Nanami. Nanami stepped to the side to let you walk past, and he eyed the woman up and down.
Nanami followed you and soon lead you to the table, and he pulled out your seat to help you sit down. He cringed at himself for acting so out of character for you. He never once felt or done this for a date, and so this all feels so forced.
“Thank you.” Your soft, sweet, voice quietly giggled and thanked him as you scooted your chair in with the help of Nanami.
“No problem.” He grunted. The awkward tension between you two was thick, but praise to god above, the waiter came over to the table.
“Glad to see your date arrived Mr. Nanami.” The waiter smirked towards Nanami, Nanami not finding it very funny. You looked in between them both, it just have been an inside joke.
“Can I get you both started with drinks?”
You looked at Nanami, insinuating him to order first.
“Um, What’s your finest wine?”
“That would be the Romanée-Conti, sir.”
“Then I will have that.” Nanami cleared his throat. You smirked, and looked at the waiter.
“A water would be fine, thank you.” The waiter nodded.
“I will be right back with your drinks.” Nanami and you both nodded back.
“So you don’t drink wine?”
“I’m 20.” You smiled at him.
Nanami felt a spring burst in his ear. You were 20, how could he forget!
“I’m sorry, I knew that, I do not know what’s come over me!" He scoffed at himself.
"Oh, no worries at all!" You awkwardly laughed. You hoped he wasn't too upset for forgetting your age..
"I tried a few types of wine before when I went to Europe with my family a while ago, I didn't really like any of them." You smiled, hopefully that helped ease his nerves.
Nanami chuckled, trying to erase the embarrassment he felt for acting so childish. No one would be offended if someone forgets their age..! "Am I a fucking child?! Who would get mad if I forget their age!" Nanami thought to himself.
"Wine is not for everyone. Took me a while to find my niche." Nanami smiled, making eye contact. You looked down when you caught his eyes, and tried to hide the smile that was creeping on your face.
Nanami knew that look, and felt his heart warm. "So, tell me, Y/n," he cleared his throat. "What are you majoring in?"
You looked back up, surprised at his question. "Uh, I'm majoring in business!" You smirked, seeing a sparkle appear in his eyes. You knew he loved to talk about business, hence everything in his profile was about business.
"interesting. Are you planning on starting one?"
"yes! I mean, I'm not sure what I want to do with any businesses I might create, but they're somewhere on the line of some sort of marketing." Nanami couldn't find you any more perfect. Not only are you beautiful and smart, you both share the same interests!
"Wow, I mean, if you need any help starting a business, you can always ask me. I've helped over 300 people start a business and 98% of them were successful." Your heart beated at the thought of having your own business and maybe a partner to help you through it all.
"really? I couldn't ask you to do that."
"I would love to, my favorite thing is to help others succeed. That's the whole point of my company."
You softly smiled, honestly completely out of words.
"Just let me know. But, let's put that aside, I'm curious, why were you truly on Richify?"
You laughed, you knew he would ask, I mean it was a very valid question.
"I could ask the same for you, but to tell you the truth, I want a rich husband." You were utterly amazed by how honest you were being. You barely know Kento and here you are telling him your selfish desires.
He lifted both of his eyebrows in shock, but had a playful smirk dancing on his face.
"Oh, is that so?"
"I don't like dating around. For the few guys I've been with, after maybe the second date, they just weren't the one so I limited who I met with and who I talked to." You scratched your head, hoping he agreed.
Nanami thought about his words carefully.
"Exactly that. I don't get how people can just hop from person to person, I can't stand the thought of it." Nanami chuckled, you chuckling with him.
"yeah, but you seem like someone worth my time." This time those words actually came out of your mouth on their own. You slapped your hand over your mouth. Nanami chuckled, amused by your slight embarrassment.
"is that so?" Nanami puting more emphasis on 'that'.
"I don't know why I said that.." you shyly giggle. He only eyed you down, making you more nervous.
"don't worry, I think you're worth my time also." Nanami winked, you smiled, and started to ease up. The waiter came back with the wine and water.
"Here you..go." he carefully set the wine glasses down, alongside a pitcher of water and a bottle of wine.
"would you like me to pour you your wine, or would you prefer to have the bottle?"
"I'll take the bottle, thank you."
"alright, are you both ready to order?"
You and Nanami gave him your respective orders, and the rest of the night went really well!
As the night went on, you found out truly why nanami was on that app and what his true desires were. The desires of wanting his own family, a family that didn't worry about money, a family that loved each other. You couldn't help but think about how a man with such power and influence would want such a normal life. But, you also smiled thinking about how much you both wanted the same thing.
You both also talked about how it was for a girl so young to not find any guys, and a guy so old to not find any girls and how funny it was that you both met.
You both also started to talk about things more deeper, more personal. You both talked about the failed relationships and the dates you went on, what your likes and dislikes were, turn ons and turn offs, what you both found weird or normal, or even your favorite type of animal. Everything either of you said did nothing more than to help the person you were sitting across fall more deeply in love with you.
Nanami admired every single aspect of you. He adored how wide your smile would get just from his jokes and stories alone, how beautiful your hands were, which were littered with rings, as they smoothed down your dress, he admired how clean and beautiful you looked, no matter how much you covered your face with your hands, he found you beautiful. No matter how much you nervously hugged your body, he found you even more beautiful. You were simply too beautiful for him to handle.
And ever since that night, dinners turned into breakfast, and breakfasts turned into brunches, and brunchs turned into amusement parks, and amusement parks turned into sleep overs, and sleep overs turned into moving in.
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"Nanami," you sighed as he pulled you softly onto his lap, legs spreading as he held your hips tightly. "You know I couldn't do that to you, my apartment is fine!"
He looked up at you, eyes soft as a knowingly smile danced on his face. He's asked you quite a few times to just move in with him, you've always been hesitant to the idea, not sure if that's what your ready for. You've never moved in with a boyfriend, let alone someone like Nanami.
"I know baby, but it would be so beneficial for us both. I mean, we can carpool to work since you took that internship at my job, we don't have to worry about meeting up when we are always together, I mean, hell, you wouldn't have to worry about rent." He softly said, as you continued to have your worries.
His house was so empty without you there all the time. I mean, he barely has anything in that mansion, and whenever you come over, you always shiver from how cold it was, except when you get to snuggle under the warm pink blankets you brought to his house to give it a little color instead of the plain white, black, and gray color scheme.
"Yeah, but that's a big step. I mean I have a lot of stuff and 2 pets!" You looked into his eyes as you emphasized your point.
"I love Milo and Princess." He simply said.
"I have a lot of clothes" He smirked as I said that as if that was a laughable point.
"I have a few walk in closets"
"I mean, God knows if my landlord will let me move out, I don't really know the terms and conditions of my lease."
"we'll figure it out." His voice never wavered nor changed in tone as he softly reassured you.
You didn't have any other points than that, I mean, what if it doesn't... You know..
"Wait, but what if-"
"Y/n please, I'm not trying to pressure you, but I think you moving in would be for the best. It gets so lonely when I don't have you next to me every waking moment. I need you here with me, I need you to help fill this empty house with things you love, we love." Nanami chuckled thinking about how the house would be a completely new home with your charm added to it. It would have a warmer and homier feel to it.
His hands began to softly rub up your sides and to your back. His would softly glide over your skin, making you melt into his touch. You nodded and relaxed as his words of how much he wanted, no needed you here made you feel. You did want to live with him. You wanted to wake up and breathe his fresh smell, listen to his deep soothing voice hum any song, and feel him everywhere you go.
You wanted to say 'Yes nanami! I will move in with you!' but an underlying feeling of doubt still clouded your mind. You had to say something.
"Nanami, I want to live with you, I really do! But.." his hands stopped moving, and slowly settled back onto my hips.
"But? Is something wrong?" His face now wasn't as soft and playful, now more tense and worried.
"No, but.." I sighed, trying to look away from him. He softly grabbed my chin with his hand making me face him again, eyes staring up directly into yours.
"Tell me, I promise you, no problem can't be fixed."
"I'm sorry, I really didn't want to think this way, but.. What if we, you know, break up? I mean I can't afford to move out, and my family lives far and that would really su-"
"y/n." He stopped me before my head started spiraling. He knew how you thought. He knew how much you overthink simple things, and don't always see things positively.
He took a deep breath, unsure as to why you were thinking you both might separate.. were you..
Unhappy?
"Please tell me you aren't unhappy in our relationship." Nanami's eyes left your as he was now just searching your face for a confirmation.
"no! No of course not, I'm very happy, why would you think that?" Now it was your turn to grab his chin and make him face you.
"well, I mean, you're having doubts about us taking our relationship to the next level, and your scaring me with the thought you don't see us ending up in a happy successful relationship." His voice was so raw, so clear, he was genuinely nervous about how you truly felt.
You felt extremely terrible for even thinking so negatively. You knew your boyfriend hated when you thought negatively, always taking those thoughts as something you're actually feeling. And in this case, he was assuming you weren't happy in your relationship.
Nanami's eyebrows were extremely furrowed as he tried to process and read your facial expressions again for now, a sign of any lies in what you said.
Your face softened as you placed both of your hands on the sides of his face. Your thumbs came to his brows as you softly stroked them to help them go back to his they were as you spoke to him.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I promise I didn't mean to insinuate that. It's just, I've never moved in with a boyfriend of mine, and I usually like to prepare for the worst." Your voice was quiet as you felt his eyebrows' tension slowly release and his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. Nanami laid his cheek on your chest, and let out a huge breath in relief.
"Just.." nanami chuckled. "Just let me know what you decide on. I'm not going anywhere, so take as much time as you need." You smiled, and stroked his hair. You just hummed in response, and you both continued to peacefully dwell in each other's arms.
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unlucky ; luke castellan x reader
➻ synopsis: when clarisse mixes up her days, her physio appointment clashes with the exam she was supposed to drive you to. lucky for you, she's got a friend who owes her a favour
➻ word count: 2570
➻ content: swearing, anxious!reader, fluff
➻ not sure how i feel about this but it is written which is more than I can say about all my other wips so...
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You were going to ace your exam. There was no other option, you’d prepared for everything. Your flash cards were colour coded and worn thin from revision, your cheap printer had basically had a fit from how many practise questions you’d printed out, and your whiteboard was crammed with revision notes. There was no way you were going to do anything less than stellar, you’d planned out every last detail of the day.
“What do you mean your exam is today?” Clarisse asked you as you stood in front of her, fully dressed and bag all packed. You hadn’t planned on this.
“Clar, it’s Wednesday. My exam is on Wednesday. I need you to drive me or I won’t get there.”
“Oh, Gods. Dude, I totally mixed up the days, I can’t drive you, I’ve got that physio appointment I told you about, the one that has a five month waitlist. I’m so sorry,” Your roommate groaned and you bit your lip to stop yourself from crying. The Ubers around were hopeless, cancelling at the last minute and never actually picking you up — and it wasn’t you, your rating was perfectly high, for the record.
“Fuck,” You both cursed as you tried to figure out a solution. You wanted to be angry at Clarisse, but you knew you couldn’t. It was an honest mistake on her part, and she had to go to her appointment if she wanted to have any shot of getting back into the boat next semester and retain her rowing scholarship. Mostly you were mad at yourself that you didn’t have any backup plans, especially since you always had at least two. You were about to give up and start running across the city to try and make it in time when Clarisse’s eyes lit up, snapping her fingers excitedly.
“I’ve got it: I have a friend who I know for a fact won’t be doing anything right now and owes me a favour. I can get him to drive you?” You hesitated. On the one hand, Clarisse’s friend was probably the only way you were going to get to your exam punctually, but on the other, being in a car with some stranger would drastically heighten your anxiety and throw off all of your routines. With one more moment of thought you swallowed your nerves and nodded yes. Clarisse got on her phone, hurriedly dialling her friend. You watched in uneasy anticipation as she argued with the boy, referencing a myriad of situations you knew nothing about, clearly emphasising how much he owed her. You bit back a smile at that, Clarisse would always keep tabs on who owed her.
Finally she nodded at you and you couldn’t contain your grin. As much as the thought of navigating city traffic with a strange boy made your stomach churn — and not in the good way — your anxiety was completely outweighed by your desperation to get to your exam.
Waiting for him to arrive was a whole different story. Clarisse’s appointment was earlier than yours and so you had to wait on your own, frantically going over your notes again as you sat on the stoop of your apartment building, converse grinding into the concrete anxiously. To his credit, it wasn’t long before he pulled up, pulling into the parking space in front of you far too fast for your liking.
You observed the car skeptically. You didn’t want to judge when he was doing you such a big favour, but it was an integral part of you. The car was old and a bit worn down, but not so much in a ‘the owner’s a slob’ kind of way, more that you could tell it was well loved and had had its share of adventures. You could say the same for the boy inside it. He was beautiful, but you could tell he wasn’t really the type to think about his appearance too much. His shirt was clearly well loved, worn slightly thin from use, and he had a thin scar running down his cheek from his eye. You tried to smile sociably as you climbed in the passenger seat.
“Hi,” You said, introducing yourself quietly as you gripped your notes tightly.
“I’m Luke,” He replied, shooting you a quick smile.
The two of you sat awkwardly for a while, conversation at an uneasy halt. Luke had asked you a few polite questions, but your growing anxiety over the exam made it hard for you to think. At least until Luke had the bright idea of bringing up your roommate.
“So, how do you know Clarisse?” He asked, and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.
“She’s my best friend!” You grinned, “We were assigned to be roommates in freshman year and ended up getting along surprisingly well for, well, the type of people we are. When it was time to move out of the dorms and get an apartment together, it just seemed natural that we’d continue to live together. You must be part of her other friendship group, then?” Luke was glad you’d started to come out of your shell, the chatty version of you that Clarisse had inspired made the battle against traffic much more bearable.
“Yeah, we all met through the sports program. I was kind of a package deal with Chris, so when they got together she got the blessing of hanging out with me too,” He joked, “How come we’ve never met? I know Chris tells her to bring you all the time.” Your cheeks flushed at being caught out avoiding the group.
“I’m not really good at talking to people, I feel so awkward. Plus I need to study, I don’t have the fallback of sport that Clar does. The times that she’s hosted have been actual coincidences though! I was visiting family the last time you all came to the apartment — promise I’m not actively avoiding you all.” Luke smiled at your bashful expression, tapping along light-heartedly to whatever grunge rock he had playing.
You conversed more easily for a while, you wanted to learn more about him, and Luke was a good conversationalist. He talked about his course in a way which interested you like it never had before. You didn’t think it was possible for economics to sound so fun. Whilst it took your mind off the exam for a while, Luke returning the questions about your major made your anxiety return tenfold, foot beginning to tap incessantly.
“Hey, uh, do you mind if I go over some of my flashcards just before we get to campus?” Luke agreed of course, piping in with questions to make you expand on what you’d learnt. It was irritating, but only because you knew it was a brilliant way to revise.
You hadn’t expected Luke to be so helpful or so amiable. Although they’d been friends for a year or two, Clarisse rarely mentioned him. Usually the focus of her tales were Chris or Silena, Luke usually featured as the poor boy making a fool of himself through one stupid act or another. Maybe you really would start going out with them if all Clarisse’s friends were so nice.
The closer you got to your exam hall, the quicker you started speaking, words tumbling out so fast Luke could hardly understand them. You were whipping yourself up into a frenzy, and the boy next to you did not know what to do. None of his friends ever got this concerned about their academics, and he had little practice in comforting anxious girls.
When he pulled up to a parking space, you were borderline hyperventilating, shaking hands making the cue cards threaten to spill everywhere. Despite all this, you forced yourself to stop for a moment, making yourself connect your eyes with Luke’s.
“Thank you,” You said, voice surprisingly steady given the moments prior. Luke was admittedly slightly taken aback, but brushed it off much too casually. You weren’t so easily deterred.
“Seriously! You picked up a neurotic girl you don’t know with literally five minutes warning. You let me talk your ear off and basically saved my grade. You’ve got to at least let me, like, get you dinner sometime.” Luke looked like he was gonna argue with your praise but thought better of it, simply shrugging and revealing a smile that made your heart skip a beat. You hopped out of the car, pulling your arms around yourself tightly as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for the exam ahead. When you heard your name being called you turned back curiously, to be met with Luke sticking his head out of his passenger side window — how tall was this boy?
“Good luck!” He yelled, cheeky grin on his face. You gave an exaggerated huff, smile creeping onto your face despite your unease. You rolled your eyes, waving goodbye before rushing into the hall, running to catch up with one of the girls you knew from class. Luke smiled, laughing to himself as he pulled out of the park.
The exam was awful. Like, dogshit terrible. Hot flushes of embarrassment shot up from your toes, burning tears sitting in your lash line as you made inane complaints to some of your friends from your cohort, hoping desperately they couldn’t tell how devastated you were.
It all just felt like a waste. After all that revision, sleepless nights and study groups with people you didn’t even really like, the exam was still awful, and you were one more minor inconvenience from a full-blown meltdown. You said goodbye to your friends, and there came the inconvenience: with all the anticipation of getting to the exam, you’d forgotten to figure out how you were getting home.
God you wished you had your license. Or adequate public transport. Before you could talk yourself down from a frenzy you were crying, and sat yourself down on the steps outside the exam hall for a private moment.
The honking of a car made you look up, and the sight of Luke’s old Toyota had your tears turning to ones of relief. You sprung out of your seat, wiping your tears hurriedly as you practically skipped over to his car.
“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but laugh, embarrassed at your dramatics.
“Couldn’t let the academic weapon walk home across the city all alone could I?” You shook your head enthusiastically, smile erupting on your face as you hopped into the passenger seat.
You sat in somewhat awkward silence as Luke began the drive. Whilst you weren’t still actively crying, it was excessively obvious that you were distraught. Luke didn’t know what to do or how to comfort you, but he was never one to stop trying.
“You know what the best thing about Chris being pre-med is?” He said, and you looked up curiously at the random topic. You shrugged, using the mirror attached to the sun visor to wipe away some of your smudged mascara. “I now know for a fact that chocolate makes serotonin, and that makes you happy. So what d’you say we go get some ice cream?”
Luke took you to an adorable little ice cream parlour a few blocks from campus and bought you both cups of chocolate ice cream, calmly ignoring your protests. Sitting in a booth together it was remarkable how quickly your mood had shifted. Luke was shockingly charming, and seemingly knew exactly what to say to get you to open up, and before long you were chatting as if you’d been friends for years.
He told you dozens of stories of his and Clarisse’s friendship group, recounting all the wild nights and stupid adventures they’d had. You loved it, you’d heard most of them from your flatmate but an alternate perspective made you cackle all over again.
“How did you know when my exam finished? It was three hours long,” You said when there was a lull in conversation. Luke looked uncharacteristically bashful, suddenly avoiding eye contact with you and focusing intently on his ice cream.
“I’ve just been hanging on campus,” He confessed, “I took a lap at five past the hour to try and catch you.” You couldn’t help your grin.
“You are such a softie!” You squealed, shoving his shoulder lightly. He shook his head aggressively but you could have sworn that the Luke Castellan was blushing.
It wasn’t long before Luke was driving you home, the two of you scream singing to Kelly Clarkson (you’d taken over the aux, but Luke didn’t seem to mind that much). You felt a little betrayed that Clarisse had been friends with him for so long and yet you’d never crossed paths. You also wondered how you’d never noticed how hot the guy in all of her Instagram posts was, but that was neither here nor there.
As you pulled up in front of your apartment building you almost felt sad, but for a completely different reason than you were an hour before. All thoughts of your shit exam were gone, replaced by thoughts of Luke and the lightness in your chest he’d caused.
You sat in the car together, clearly hesitant to go. Finally, you knew you had to leave and reached for the door handle.
“Wait,” He said. You stopped. “Our group is going for dinner tomorrow night, uh, you should come. If you want.” Luke was looking anywhere but at you, and you felt your beam even if he couldn’t see it (he could, but for his sanity he was trying really hard to pretend he didn’t).
“Yeah,” You replied breathily, “Yeah, I’ll think about it.” You thanked him again for the lift and the ice cream before hopping up the steps into your apartment. Neither of you could control your giddy grins for an embarrassing amount of time.
When Clarisse got home that evening she was all apologies for her mix up, but when you of all people brushed off her disorganisation she figured something was up.
“So, how was Luke? Not too scary?” She asked as you both sat on the couch, Love Island rerun playing. You tried to answer noncommittally, eyes locked on the screen.
“He was nice,” You said, immediately forcing a laugh at whatever bullshit one of the boys in the villa had said. You could feel Clarisse eyeing you suspiciously, you would never be so vague — especially not when today was such a huge deal for you. Nevertheless she hummed in agreement, sparking a plan in her head.
“Hey, so the group are going to dinner tomorrow, you should come. It’ll be me, Chris, Silena, maybe a few others. Luke’ll be there too, I think.” She feigned innocence, counting them out on her fingers.
“Yeah, ok, I’ll be there,” You replied, trying to play it cool despite never having once agreed to go out with her friends. Clarisse’s raised eyebrow told you all you needed to know about your acting.
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Hyuck hard hours weeeee ft. smoking cigarettes and eating edibles because fuck SM
Stoner!Hyuck x Stoner fem!reader
warnings: Hyuck has daddy issues (we're twins weeeee 🤗), fem receiving oral sex, light praise and dirty talk, Hyuckie smokes, fuck sm, there's weed, I'm obsessed with Hyuck's lil facial hair, fuck sm, they're in love, hyuck has an oppa kink, like I really hate how that concept wouldn't fuck off but yeah it's there and I'm not really sure how to feel about it
"I think I bought the wrong ones... this is not working," Hyuck mutters as he examines the packaging closely; quirking his lip up in annoyance, he picks up his phone and opens the camera so he can scan the QR code on the back of the packaging for its authenticity.
"Okay, I didn't so what the fuck is the problem with these?"
"Hyuck, it's only been five minutes. You do this every single time. Just wait, okay?" You laugh. He frowns and turns to look at you. You both just stare at each other.
"Y'know what's crazy?" he asks peevishly as he stick a cigarette between his lips and reaches for the lighter on the coffee table. After lighting his cigarette, he takes a pull from it and blows the smoke into the air slowly.
It's starting. The random guilt ramble.
"What, Hyuckie?" You sigh.
"Parent privilege is crazy to me... my dad used to always talk about how good I had it but honestly I think he had it better because he got away with shit I'd slap a bitch in the street for saying to me which pretty much cancels out the poor impulse shit he kept dumping on me. If my impulse control was that bad, how come he never got his shit rocked?... I wanna call him... maybe tell him I already arraigned his funeral and now I'm just waiting for the good news," he rambles.
Hyuckie hasn't spoken to his dad in years. He acts like he's okay with it but you know it hurts him and every time he gets high, you know he's going to say some random thing about it and you know he's only ever this vulnerable when he's drunk, high, or about to be one or the other.
"Don't call him, Hyuck," You tell him softly.
"Let's go out?" he whispers as he gets to his feet, "I wanna drive down to the pier and listen to music."
"You can't drive while you're high," You hiss as you get up to follow him out of the room. "I'm not high yet. We'll just drive down to the pier and hang out then we can sleep it off at the hotel that just opened right over there," Hyuck says as he gets a small bag and tosses some overnight essentials into it.
You shrug, "Okay sounds fun."
On the way, Hyuck stops off to get a pizza pie before continuing on the way. The ride is accompanied by an opera playlist you both randomly became fixated on a few days ago and Hyuck is on his second cigarette. It hangs from his lips and he occasionally holds it out the window to drop the ash from the other end. It's a bad habit of his but he knows you think it's sexy.
When you arrive, Hyuck parks in a dark corner of the lot along the water and cuts the engine, "Okay, my cock isn't gonna jerk itself off," he sighs as he leans his seat back. You know he's definitely beginning to feel it and you're relieved to know you made it here before this moment occurred.
"Can you at least be romantic first?" You sigh as you turn to hold his gaze.
"You're right. I should put the top down and you should take your top off so I can suck your tits while you look up at the stars... maybe I should eat your pussy out instead," he says softly as he presses the button to put the top down on the car; the warm night air dances over your skin and he reaches out to unbuckle your seat belt, "Imagine that? Being high while you stargaze with my face between your legs? It probably feels like you're in outer space when you cum."
You reach across to palm his cock through his khaki pants and he moans, "You're gonna blow me first? Are you sure? I'll eat you out first, Y/n, it's okay."
You shake your head and open his pants, "No, it's okay. I've been wanting to suck your dick all day," You hum as you shift uncomfortably. Hyuck pushes your hand away, "Let's fix the seats. If we do it now, we won't have to stop and do it later."
You both push your seats as far back as they'll go and Hyuck reaches across to pull your shirt up to expose your breasts to him, nipples perked up from arousal. Hyuck leans over and sucks your left nipple into his mouth. You gasp and he chuckles as you push your chest up a little more.
"That's a good girl," he encourages you before moving over to your side. He drops down in front of you and looks up at you slyly, "I'm going first- watch the stars," he says as he begins shoving up your skirt so he can clumsily get your panties off. You look up at the night sky and admire the stars for a moment as you wait for his next move. After getting you situated in an easier position, you feel his tongue press flat against your cunt and slowly drag its way up. You moan and reach down to tug at his hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth loudly before teasing the soft bundle of nerves with playful flicks of his tongue.
"Hyuck... fuck, yeah, baby. Oh God, yes... Just like that... just like... Hyuckie," You pant softly. The stars dot the black of the night and twinkle dreamily as you feel your body beginning to tremble.
He chuckles as he continues lapping and sucking at your clit; hands squeezing your hips to keep you in place as the soft stubble on his face scratches softly at your inner thighs. The stars look as if you could reach out and touch them and you try to; one hand releasing its clutch on Hyuck's hair to stupidly reach out for a soft orange star that stands out among the rest. Hyuckie laughs harder and licks at your soaked entrance.
He pulls away for a moment and swats your thigh, "Look at me," he says softly. You tear your eyes away from the orange star and look down at him. He stares back at you; eyes wild. hair tussled, and his lips pink, puffy, and wet with your arousal. You hold his gaze as he presses a kiss to your mound, "Call me oppa."
"Fuck no," You spit out peevishly. He holds you a little firmer, "Come on... You know you want to. You don't mind calling me oppa when my grandma's around," he whispers.
"That's different," You moan as goes back to licking and suck in your cunt but much slower.
"Yeah? And how is that?" he says between soft strokes against your clit.
"I'm just... I- I'm just- I-"
"I'm just, I'm just, I'm just... spit it out."
"I'm just... being... respectful..."
"Then be respectful right now and do what I said. "
His eyes burn into yours and you swallow thickly. The sound of the ocean waves crashing against the pier mingle with Il Divo's Caruso on the car speakers and you squirm, "Turn this off. I don't wanna cum to an opera song, Hyuck... It's weird."
"It's scratching my brain. Just relax, I promise it's gonna be different," Hyuck says as he peppers kisses over your thighs.
"You'd know this how?" You ask him softly, annoyed that this dialogue is happening but now oddly engaged.
"I was listening to this song the other day while you were at work and I was doing the laundry and well... your panties- the sapphire ones with the lace embroidery were kinda just there and-"
"You jerked off because of my panties?"
"I jerked off with your panties... the song was just a nice topper."
You snort and shake your head, "That is very on brand for you."
Hyuck shrugs blandly, "I have a hot girlfriend and I'm in love. I am not embarrassed."
You smile and touch his face, "If you weren't so good to me, I don't know what I'd do," You sigh dreamily. Hyuck shrugs again, this time smugly, "It's easy... nothin' to it," he whispers before pressing his mouth back to your throbbing cunt. He sucks on your clit lazily and you look back up at the sky.
He stops again and you look back down at him. He gazes back at you expectantly.
"Hyuck, please."
"Call me oppa and I'll eat your pussy until you're so far gone that you'll think I really did send you to the stars. I promise."
#neoculturecollectives#kvanity#k-lables#nct smut#kpop smut#nct 127 smut#haechan smut#nct dream smut#donghyuck smut#kpop smut for black girls#nct x black!reader#ambw kpop#kpop ambw#nct#haechan#haechan x reader
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If you could create and add a new DC character, what would they be like?
I'm going to tell you about David, and knowing you guys, you'll agree with me when I say he should have his own comic.
David has been my best friend literally since we were 8. He is the only constant I've had through my life. He introduced me to the drums and helped me get a motorcycle after I got my license. We are each other's platonic ride or die. If he asked me to bury a body, I'd do it no question, and I know he'd do the same for me.
That said, I clearly have the braincell in this friendship.
Don't get me wrong, he's smart in certain aspects. He's a talented musician, good athlete, taught himself to fix most plumbing issues, speaks decent Japanese, easily clicks socially, and is super empathetic. But in others, he's like a plate in a knife drawer.
Some highlights from over the years:
He ate the brown paper bag his lunch came in on a field trip
He thought hot chocolate was just cocoa powder (no milk or water) in a mug and the microwave would melt it. His sister had to call the fire department
He gave a stray dog his scarf for warmth and never saw that scarf again
He licked the dust off an XBox controller
He got a speeding ticket outside the DMV literally five minutes after getting his license
He made gender reveal cupcakes to come out to the rest of our friend group when we were 17, but he threw them into a Ziploc and they jostled around his backpack for half a day before lunch
He thought closing a browser tab would get rid of a computer virus
He tried hotboxing his own car while driving
He almost seasoned his food with pepper spray before someone stopped him
He had a tire swing on a tree in his backyard. He decided to stand on it while swinging and smacked his forehead against a branch in front of him. It was literally the most hollow thwock ever, as if confirming his lack of braincells. He then proceeded to get pissed off and punch the tree. He said it was his most gender-affirming experience
He brought me along on a family road trip and used me as a footrest in the car
He frequently writes drum tabs the way he'd write guitar ones (in short the two are very different kinds of sheet music and I'd need three hands to play them). He absolutely knows better. I think he's messing with me at this point
He mistook wasabi powder for matcha
He once got drunk at a frat party, crawled out the lawn of the house, and began eating grass like a cow
I wanted to know what kissing a dude was like out of curiosity and this was before he started physically transitioning, so to make it a more "authentic" experience, he gargled Gatorade beforehand
He tried to make his first battle jacket with washable Crayola markers
He also tried to dye his hair with his sister's watercolors
He's worn the same sweatshirt since he was 14 and I think I can count on one hand how many times I've seen him wash it (I was over at his house a lot)
He's the motherfucker that wears running shorts in the snow
He thought his area code would automatically change when we moved to a new state
He once kicked a soccer ball into an oncoming train
BONUS: when he came out to his parents, they were accepting and while he was at school, his dad mounted a fish on David's bedroom door because men I guess
So yeah, if I worked at DC, I'd insert David in the background of every comic just being his chaotic himbo self. David is beyond space and time. There could be a battle on fucking Oa and David would just be there doing a kickflip. That's who I'd choose.
#character idea#original character#personal#batfamily#batfam#batman family#justice league#gotham#batman#dc comics#superheroes#don't try this at home#transgender#lgbtq#story#himbo#tw swearing#tw food mention#tw alcohol mention
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begging for leah x it's a bad idea by olivia rodrigo. smut cause why not. boyfriend leah at its finest. and teammate references cause i love me some worried friends.
seeing her tonight, it’s a bad idea right?
leah williamson x reader
lighter smut, lots of fluff, little bit of angst, chelsea wfc x reader, admissions of love minors dni
When I’d heard my phone buzzing the last thing I would have expected was a missed call from her and a flurry of texts.
Leah
Come over? 10.15pm
Please, I miss you, I’m lonely. 10.16pm
Let’s have some fun 😉? 10.18pm
Here’s the new address if you didn’t already have it. Unit two Lower end Road Buckinghamshire. 10.21pm
I hadn’t heard from her in months, not since England beat Australia in the World Cup. I looked around the bar that I was sitting at with my friends and teammates, it was Friday night and we’d taken it upon ourselves to get our weekend started on a goodnote, the Chelsea girls knew how to party. I’m gradually getting myself fucked up and now I can’t get her out of my head, everything about it feels shameful. All I can think about is her, I thought we were done, thought we were through but I can’t help myself from looking down at the texts, she’s calling my phone and she’s all alone and I can’t even hear my own thoughts with the music thrumming through the space and the adrenaline rush that’s getting to my head as I think about her.
Seeing her tonight, it’s a bad idea right?
Fuck it.
I collect my things quite quickly, giving my friends all goodbyes, telling them that I’m not feeling well and I’m just going to get a uber home. Millie, Sam and Guro are all disappointed, Madga insists she’ll drive me home but I deny her immediately, telling her I’ll just catch a uber and that I don’t want to ruin the night for any of them. They all seemed slightly worried by my answer but had accepted it nonetheless, Sam insisting that she’d call the uber for me, which was slightly annoying but also a battle I knew I wouldn’t win, I was just going to have to direct the driver to Leah’s instead of mine.
She walked me out to the car, in typical older sister fashion, she’d adopted me as soon as I’d joined her at Chelsea and it was sometimes funny to me how overprotective she got. She walked me all the way to the car, checking that I had the right driver and making sure I had my seatbelt fastened before saying her goodbyes. The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about Leah, my brain clouded over with the thoughts of her. Sure she might be my ex but can’t two people reconnect? We just saw each other as friends, right?
As soon as the driver starts to move the car in the direction of my apartment I redirect him to Leah’s apartment, she only lives five minutes away so I just decide I’ll tip him generously.
I can’t believe that I’m wrecking all my plans for her, I know I should stop, but I can’t. I told my friends that I was feeling sick and I was heading to bed but I never said who’s.
Before I know it ‘m showing up at your place, climbing out of the car and looking up at your apartment. Should I? Probably not. All that I can hear in my head is you though, we’re just friends is all I can tell myself but I also know that it’s the biggest lie I’ve ever told myself.
I’m walking up the stairs, to the second floor and before I know what I’m doing I’m knocking on your door and you're standing, smiling at the door.
Before I know she’s pulling me into the apartment and before I can even say anything because her lips are on my own. I don’t even put up a fight, letting her devour me just as I’d been dreaming about the whole way here. It’s just two people reconnecting, right?
Her hands are all over me, snaking up and down my waist and legs as she devours my mouth and neck with ease.
“Bedroom baby, not in the hallway.”
Leah nods eagerly, smirking as she pulls be with one hand down the entrance and quickly into her room, forcing me to trip and fall into her bed.
“Missed you.”
It was murmured against my neck as she continued her assault of the skin all over my body, I swore she was touching every single nerve ending in my body, it was like I was on fire, in all of the best ways. She always made me feel that way, I think that was why I always came crawling back to her even if I was just another one of her things for her to play with when she was bored and alone, at least it was the best sex of my life, every single time.
She took her time as well, tending to every single part of my body before she even dipped below my underwear, taking her time to stirp every layer of my clothes and to worship every part of skin that was revealed to her with another layer gone, I felt like a babushka doll, slowly being stripped down until I was just me. She knew she was good as well, knew just how well she knew my body. She was smug about it, in the disgusting boyfriend way that made me so giddy on the insides.
When she did eventually work her way down I was a trembling, moaning mess. My coherency was gone and all I could do was mutter Leah’s name and a trail of profanities that only she could ever make me produce.
Leah had stamina, an insane amount, she could go all night, she’d proven that to me in the past. I could sense that wasn’t going to be tonight though, something about tonight seemed softer, more delicate, less fucking out our feelings. It was poetic in a way that I’d never experienced with Leah and it sort of weirded me out, not enough to not enjoy the feeling of her tongue slowly descending down on my pussy, licking it’s way through my folds like she was fucking cat. My body reacted almost immediately, letting out more strings of profanities and moans, embarrassingly sinful groans that I was sure Leah’s neighbours could probably hear.
She didn’t stop until I was an incoherent mess, giving me orgasm after orgasm until I couldn’t even talk anymore. Using her tongue, fingers and my facourite vibrator of hers to have me at her mercy. Once I think I’d gotten to my fifth she decided I was done, I was floating on a endorphin cloud, and didn’t even really notice as Leah helped me into her covers and into her blankets and sheets. By the time she had gotten me under them though I’d managed to awaken enough that I was thinking straight and seeing. Leah was lying down next to me, still mostly clothed and as far as I was aware, untouched.
“Let me look after you?”
Leah was never a receiver, told me she found pleasure in seeing me in pleasure, which I loved but I also loved seeing Leah enjoying herself.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
With that answer Leah had nodded at me, her bottom lip between her teeth as my hand snaked under the covers and down her body, gently unclipping her bra and letting my hand snake further down and inbetween her own legs. She was soaked, dripping straight through her panties and it was pretty easy for me to make her come down with just my hand, pinching her clit and watching her face as she shook and squirted all over my fingers. By the time she’d come down we were both well and truly spent. It didn’t take long for Leah’s hands to wrap their way around my waist, twisting us up in her sheets into a pile of sweat and limbs.
“Missed you.”
Leah’s hands were busying themselves in my hair, massaging my scalp and tugging at my roots.
“Missed you too, Lee.”
My voice was murmured against her bicep, which my head was resting against, giving her easier access to my scalp. I could still feel the faint effects of the alcohol that I had consumed earlier, making me sort of giddy and warm on the inside. Nothing though could compare to the pure warmth of feeling Leah’s breath against my neck, brushing air up and down the sensitive skin.
“What were you doing, before I texted?”
“I was out with the team, getting drinks at the bar on James street.”
I knew that she knew the one I was talking about, I was fairly sure we’d been there together before, but I wasn’t completely certain.
“You left the team for me?”
There was a lot of insecurity in her voice. We were both extremely tied into our clubs, only having played for them and being die hard supporters of our clubs. I bled blue and her blood was Arsenal red, it was just how we were.
“I guess, what did you think I was doing?”
Leah’s hands continued their gentle rub of my head, she practically had me mewling in her arms.
“I guess I thought you were home or something, didn’t really think about it, figured if you were doing something that you would just ignore me.”
“You know that I would never ignore you right. I physically can’t.”
Leah’s hands stopped for a split second when the words left my mouth, not long enough for it to be highly noticeable though.
“I’m sorry I ghosted you.”
“You didn’t ghost me, ghosting is implying that I reached out to you and you have actively ignored me, we mutually discommunicated. It’s not like we’re dating or anything, you're under no obligation to text me.”
Leah’s hands began to slow, a clear sign she was thinking.
“Did you want to text me?”
It was a dopey question, so Leah like.
“Of course I wanted to text you Leah, I just didn’t know what we were and I didn’t want to make assumptions.”
“What do you think we are?”
I let the question hand in the air for a few minutes, contentedly relaxing into Leah’s fingers and thinking about the question.
“I mean Leah, it’s no secret that you make your way around. I always thought I was just another one of your girls that you call when you're feeling horny, I’m fine with that, but I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t wanted more at some stage.”
I heard Leah exhale from above me, we’d always had a friends with benefits relationship, that’s always how I’d classified it.
“I love you, y/n.”
I froze up at those words, they’d been the very last thing I’d been expecting to leave Leah’s mouth.
“No you don’t, shut up, the endorphins are getting to your head.”
It was my defence mechanism, denial and refusal.
“Uh, I’ve got bad news for you, I think I do.”
Before I knew it she was tilting my head back fully, so I was looking at her in the eye and just one look at those brown orbs showed me the amount of sincerity that was held in them.
“What?”
I was so fucking confused, surely it was the alcohol, the scotch that I’d had getting to my head.
“I mean, I know that most of our relationship has been sex, but the mronigns and nights we’ve spent together have been amazing and I know everyone thinks that I work my way around but as soon as I started seeing you I stopped, because you were enough, but it’s not enough for me anymore seeing you once a month or whenever we can, I want you everyday. I want to wake up beside you, I want to have sleepy morning sex and breakfast in bed. I want you all the time, not when we can make it work.”
The sentence was ended with a peck to my forehead, it took everything in my power to not laugh at Leah because even though I knew she was being genuine there was something so funny about this whole predicament to me.
“Are you sure?”
“What do you mean am I sure, of course I am, I wouldn’t have laid my heart out like that if I wasn’t.”
Leah’s voice was full of exasperation, I knew it was taking a lot for her to make these admissions because whether or not she wanted to admit it she was a very guarded person and it took a lot for her to say something like that.
“That’s nice.”
Leah let out a snort, a big, loud snort that just make me smile.
“That’s nice? That’s all I get after laying my heart out?”
“I love you too?”
My words were muttered out between a litter of laughs and breaths as I watched Leah’s face contort into something of annoyance and adoration.
“Can you say it without it being a question?”
I licked my lips and smiled at her.
“What do I get if I do?”
“Will a kiss suffice?”
I bit my lip and smirked at her.
“I love you.”
I put as much into the words as I could, being rewarded with a soft kiss to my lips, both of our eyes were growing heavy and you could tell by the softness in the actions.
“Say it again.”
I rolled my eyes at Leah, reaching up and pressing my lips to hers between every word.
“I,” kiss “Love,” kiss “You,” kiss “Leah,” kiss “Williamson.”
I could feel her smirking against my lips and everything about it was right.
“Now that I’ve made it clear, I’m actually feeling quite tired so how about you give me some hugs and we go to sleep and maybe have that sleepy morning sex you mentioned when we wake up?”
Leah smirked at me, smugly, how she did when anyone talked about sex around her.
“I think I can do that.”
I’d moved onto my side and Leah’s arms had woven her way around my waist, essentially spooning me. It was so wholesome, so unlike anything that had ever occurred between us and before I knew it I was drifting off in Leah’s arms.
I was awoken unhappily by the sound of my phone ringing madly from beside us. I picked it up quickly, before I could get a look at the caller ID, too worried that the sound would awaken Leah. I was lucky she was a deep sleeper. I very hastily pressed the phone to my ear, to be met with the voice of my adoptive sister/mother.
“Where the fuck are you?”
I probably should have expected this call.
“What do you mean?”
“I just got home, you’re not here.”
Fuck.
“I’m with a friend.”
I heard Sam’s growl from the other side of the line.
“You said you were sick, why the fuck are you with a friend?”
I didn’t really have an answer to that question.
“I’m safe, I’m fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I hung up the phone quickly, placing it back down on the bedside table and sliding myself back into Leah, tangling our limbs back together and slotting myself back in next to her.
“Who was it?”
Leah’s voice was full of sleep and I was sure she hadn’t even opened her eyes.
“Sam.”
Leah nodded against me, clearly content with my answer.
“What did she want?”
“Wanted to know where I was, I told her I was sick when I left the bar and I guess she got home and wondered where I was. She sounded like she’d had a few drinks, she probably won’t even remember by the time morning rolls around.”
Leah nodded again, I could tell she wasn’t fully awake and didn’t intend on becoming fully awake.
“Go back to sleep, we’ll sort it out in the morning.”
I let myself relax back into Leah’s body, relaxing into her warmth and the safety she offered and letting myself fall back to sleep in her arms.
I would have loved to have said that I awoke to sleepy, morning kisses and sex. I didn’t. I woke up to the sound of somebody pounding on Leah’s door. Both Leah and I shot up in the bed, her jumping up quickly and finding a discarded pair of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt very quickly and me locating my pants and shirt from the night before and throwing them on quick enough to see Leah sliding out of her room and down the hall. I managed to duck my head out just in time to see her open the door and see who was waiting behind it, silently shitting myself when I saw the four women pushing past a very shell shocked Leah.
Millie, Magda, Pernille and Sam were the four last people I wanted to see in this circumstance and place.
“Sure, just let yourselves in, no worries guys.”
There was insecurity hidden behind her words, as much as she tried to make them sound confident.
“What the fuck are you all doing here?”
My voice was close to a shriek, it was 6.30 in the morning for fucks sakes and yet they were all here, looking as bright as daisies in Leah’s apartment.
“You told us you were sick, Sam got an ominous call from you, we looked at your location, it said you were here, so we came to check up on you, see how that sickness was going. Seems like you’ve found yourself a carer in our absence though. I wasn’t aware you two were acquainted, good morning Leah, good to see you getting out of your shell.”
Leah and I both looked at each other and then back at Millie, she could be down right scary when she was mad or annoyed.
“I’m feeling much better.”
There was sass behind my words that I knew wouldn’t slide with the group.
“I think you’d both better get to explaining, fairly quickly, before we all start to make assumptions.”
I smirked at Sam, it was all going to happen in due time I supposed, and there was no way of trying to worm out of this situation so what was the harm in telling a few people. I looked at Leah for assurance and when I saw her nod at me I started talking,
“Leah and I have been in a situation for a few months now, on and off since around the olympics I think. Nothing commitment, just friends with benefits. She texted me last night and I decided I wanted to go see her, so I told you all I felt sick and I headed over to her house. I’m sure you can piece together with your own heads what happened between then and now.”
I waved my hand nonchalantly at the group that was congregated in Leah’s kitchen, they were my family, Magda and Pernille were Millie, Sam and I’s parents and we were all sisters. Magda was the bad cop, because she never let anything slide and was always onto us about anything. Pernille the good cop, always sending us smiles and little graces that we loved her for. We loved the both equally, for the different things they both provided. I knew Leah had a similar relationship with Kim Little, who was like her Arsenal mom, she was probably going to be the next person we would have to face about this.
“What the actual fuck?”
Sam’s voice piping up didn’t surprise me, out of all of them she was the most protective of mek being my National captain as well we spent a lot of time together, she was my best friend in the entire world.
“Samantha, watch that language.”
Sam gave Magda and eyeroll before turning back to Leah and I, Leah who was now standing beside me in the doorway of her room, the room we had previously been sleeping in, something I missed quite largely.
“You’re telling me that you two fucking rabbits kept this a secret for like three years and now you’re telling people, what the actual flying fuck.”
Magda’s hand was squeezing Sam’s bicep and I was a little bit scared for Leah’s safety if that hand Magda had secured slipped.
“Well the circumstances between us have changed, slightly.”
Leah nodded in agreement with my statement, clearly she was trying to help present a united front.
“Leah and I are dating?”
The words felt weird leaving my mouth, but Leah’s nod from beside me gave me the impression that they were the right words and it made me sort of warm on the inside, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa in the middle of winter and feeling it seep into your bones.
“Well, I’m glad we’ve sorted this all out, we’ll leave you both to it, although don’t think we won’t be having words about this y/n, we will be. Besides that I think it’s time we leave, sorry for disturbing you both, sorry for breaking into your apartment Williamson, I’m sure we’ll see you around now. We’ll see you later y/n/n.”
Magda’s voice was strong, it was an order for the rest of the group to leave and for some reason, they did, the four of them blushing, speechless messes as they filed out of Leah’s apartment without any words besides some hushed goodbyes. As soon as the door closed both Leah and I were erupting in laughter.
Seeing her last night maybe wasn’t that bad of an idea? right?
#woso#woso community#lionesses#leah williamson#sam kerr#arsenal wfc#chelsea wfc x reader#chelsea wfc#marry me rn#magdalena eriksson#millie bright#pernille harder
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if your main focus is on being in the state, you're not in the state
let's say you've decided to manifest a car, a porsche 911 carrera 4s to be specific (yes i am projecting, that badboy already has my name on it), and you've been trying the whole affirm and persist thing for a grip but "nothing is happening" so instead you decide to focus on your state. you ask yourself what the version of you with the porsche would be thinking, feeling, doing--who, when you own this porsche, would you be? you realize you'd probably be thinking something along the lines of, "i fucking love my porsche, this is the dopest car in existence," you'd be feeling like a total baddie, turnin' heads, you would, of course, be driving your porsche everywhere you went, so now, every time your desire comes to mind, you "get into the state." you think your new thoughts. you feel yourself into your imagined car and visualize people driving by in awe of your bad-assery. when you're driving your honda accord, you're telling yourself it's your porsche. you're even believing it! you do this for a couple weeks, and it feels good, persisting in the assumption that your porsche is yours, but then you start to get frustrated. "i've been in the state so consistently! still nothing! why isn't anything happening?" well here's the thing: you're seeing states as a sort of technique, a means of getting something that's not already in your possession. it's not that you're doing something wrong by imagining. it's the intention behind the imagining where you're faltering. think of it this way: if someone came to you in five minutes and said, that porsche is yours, 150 trillion percent, can't tell you how or when but just know it's a done deal and is coming to you right now via the path of least resistance, how would you feel? probably pretty stoked, grateful, relieved to not have to think about manifesting, and, along with those feelings, you'd probably be thinking, "this is so sick. i legit have a porsche coming my way simply because i decided to have a porsche. the law is wild in the best way." if you're a visual person, you'd probably also see some scenes in your mind's eye of you in your porsche bumpin' mac miller drinking your iced latte, if your brain tends toward inner conversations, you might hear your friend say how low key jealous of you they are (but also thrilled because your friends are the most supportive)...but the difference here is this is all a NATURAL BYPRODUCT of you being in the genuine state of the wish fulfilled. by genuine i mean what underlies it is ACTUAL BELIEF that you have already received your manifestation. not in the physical realm--it's fine to know your porsche is yours but still acknowledge it's on its way--but in imagination, it is already written. so, now, as you go about your days, your base state is fulfillment, and yeah, every so often you might "fall out of the state," but you'll quickly recognize you're being goofy, remind yourself the porsche is a given, and boom, you're back in. whereas before, your base state (though you probably weren't even aware of it) was a state of not having the porsche and trying to get it. which--you guessed it!--only manifests more trying. hence your frustration. so do i think it's wrong to focus on your state? goodness, no. we are always in a state. of course we want to embody the state of our fulfilled desires. but check your starting place, and make sure the belief (knowing) of having already received your manifestation is inherent in it. you'll save yourself so much time, energy, and unnecessary mental acrobatics and--a fun bonus!--your porsche will be in your driveway in a jiffy.
as always, love you/believe in you. can't wait to pass you on the highway.
xx, a
#law of assumption#loassumption#loa#neville goddard#edward art#manifestation#self concept#mindset#states of consciousness#imagination#affirmations#affirm and persist#desire#fulfillment#wish fulfillment#live in the end#master manifestor#loassblog#inner knowing#self belief#god#gods promise#consciousness#quantum jumping
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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 10 Things I hate about you ´ˎ˗
Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Percy starts trying to make his move on Y/N, but she just won't budge!!
Warning(s): swearing
Word Count: 1902
╰➤ MASTERLIST pt2
"That's actually the new rule? God Silena must hate you," Piper joked.
"You wouldn't even imagine, she's so dramatic. And her taste in boys isn't any better," you shook your head. You were both walking to get some water, absolutely dehydrated from soccer.
"Makes me glad I like girls," you both laughed. As practice neared it's end, Piper was heading towards her dad's car to go home. You made your way over to the bleachers where your bags sat and grabbed them before heading back to your car. When you sat down, you got a text from Silena,
'can u get some McDonalds on ur way back'
'no'
'sike im going now'
You pulled into the parking lot seeing the drive-thru line was too long to wait. You walked up to an empty kiosk, to tired to interact with anyone, and ordered your food.
"You go to AHS right," a guys voice you didn't recognize asked from behind you.
"I don't know, what does my uniform say?"
"That you're a soccer kid. You sure your any good?"
You sighed as you turned to face the mysterious boy behind you. He was taller than average with messy black hair. He had a hoodie with some sweats on. "Soccer balls aren't the only kind of balls I can kick the life out of, so can you fuck off?"
"Woah, feisty one aren't you?"
"By feisty would you maybe mean iconoclast, orrr?"
"Maybe more intractable," you raised your eyebrows.
"Wow, big words huh," You went to turn back and finish ordering. Percy took the chance to walk over, leaning on the machine whilst facing you.
"What? Did you think I was stupid?"
You internally groaned, why was he still here? "You definitely have the look. Now, do you mind?"
He was standing in front of the machine to pay, "Oh, never."
He had a shit eating grin as he pulled his phone and paid. "Hey! I didn't ask you to do that."
"Call it my treat," he smiled.
"No I'm paying you back, I think I have cash in my bag," you went rummaging through your bag to find absolutely no cash. "Apple Pay?"
"Hey, are you asking for my number? That's really sweet," it feels like an aneurysm just burst from the annoyance this conversation has left you with.
"Nevermind fuck you I'm not paying you back," you spat back.
"Meaning now you owe me," Percy said. Deep breathes.
"I don't owe you shit, its not like I asked you to pay."
"Yeah yeah, potato potato," Percy made his way towards the door. "See ya around, I'll figure out how you can return the favor."
You might just have to air out the McDonalds. You sighed and waited for five minutes as they called out for your order. When you grabbed the food you made your way home, eating Silena's fries on the way back. Dad was working late at the hospital so it was just you two.
"Have I ever told you your my favorite sister?"
"No not as of late," you put the bags of food on the table and started chowing down. "You literally haven't spoken to me in two days. Be glad I'm so nice."
"Well nice is a really strong word," you glared at her. "If you really wanted to be nice, then you'd-"
"No."
"You don't even know what I'm gonna say."
"Fine, what?"
"You'd go on a date so I can go on a date-"
"No," Silena grunted loudly.
"Why do you insist on keeping me captive in this home. I wanna enjoy my teenage years you know."
"You not missing out on much. The guys here are lame, including your oh so dreamy Lukey."
"He's literally amazing. Like have you seen him? His car?"
"Hard to miss. He's just so in your face, it makes me sick," you faked gagged.
"Haven't you ever wanted to live the perfect teenage life."
"Tried it. It sucked, not what it's caked out to be," you smiled as you started to clean up. Silena leaned back into her chair sighing, looking defeated. "You know, college is only two years away. I think you'll be fine until then."
"My life is so boring," she said as she walked up to her room. You could tell she was upset, but you weren't going to date some loser just so she could get tossed by Luke when he was bored. That was something he did a lot.
You went to do some homework at your desk while listening to some music. You saw your phone went off and went to check it, someone had texted you.
'I think I found a way for u to pay back the favor'
There's no way.
'how tf did u find my number'
'dw bout it??'
'why u gotta be nosy??'
'im blocking you'
'wait??'
'no??'
'fine wtf do u want'
'on Friday there's a party'
'no'
'alright I'll pick you up at 9'
'no you won't???'
He stopped answering after that. How on gods green grass did he find your number? You just ignored it, putting your phone on silent and getting back to your homework. Without realizing it, you fell asleep at your desk.
You woke up when you heard banging at the door, "Y/N!!"
You leaned up and stretched in your chair. Desk naps are absolute back killers holy. "What do you want?"
"Did you ever make it to your bed," Silena looked at you up and down.
"No, what time is it?"
"Time for you to hurry the hell up, we need to leave now," she said as she stormed out. You groaned as you stood up and walked over to your closet, grabbing some jeans and a hoodie before running down toward your car. "About time."
"I could just not drive you," you said as you both stepped in the car. You were just joking of course, she doesn't need to be asking Luke Castellan for a ride anyways.
You pulled in the parking lot, and before even coming to a full stop, you saw your sister jumping out and making her way to Mr. Convertible. BARF.
"Dude, I don't think the plans working," Charles said, sounding worried.
Leo sighed, "look we just need some time, Y/Ns not gonna just give in after like, a day."
Charles groaned as he stared at Silena and Luke flirting from a mere 50 feet away. The way her long hair flowed in the wind, the way her lip gloss shinned in the sun, he couldn't get enough. "Whatever, I have French tutoring with her later, we'll see how it goes."
"Not gonna lie this is kind of hard," Percy said from behind the two, making them jump.
"Jesus, you need a bell or something," Leo said with his hand on his heart, feeling it speed up.
Percy rolled his eyes, "Anyways, I think she blocked me, and all I did was pay for her food."
Charles just softly facepalmed. When he got his face out of his hands, he saw Luke walking towards them.
"Luke," Percy cheered while holding his arms out. Luke did not return the hug.
"Dude, I'm not paying you to get fucking aired. I need you to take her to the party this Friday. Not the one in 20 and a half years," Luke complained.
"Dude, its not like Y/Ns the easiest person to ask out around here," Leo chimed.
"Literally," Percy agreed. "Look, I invited her out to the party, just gimme a moment bro."
"Plus, I'm gonna need a pay raise."
Luke laughed in his face, "Yeah no way."
"Then you can say goodbye to little ms Silena over there," Luke rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet, slapping a Benjamin into Percy's hand. "Love you too."
Luke just held up his middle finger as he walked off, "He's such an amazing ray of sunshine isn't he?"
Percy and Charles just stared at Leo, "What? Am I not allowed to be my funny and whimsical self?"
They both walked off without saying a word.
Silena and Charles have their free period and use it to study on some French together.
"So how's operation 'get my impossible sister a date' going," Silena asked.
"Well, we have a guy, but she's just not going for him. We need some help here, what kind of guy does she go for?"
"The problem is she just DOESN'T," Charles gave her a look before she continued. "Not like that. I mean, she thinks guys like Logan Lerman and Dylan O'brian are pretty hot, so Percys probably her type."
"Okay so we got that right at least," he grumbled.
"I mean the reason she just shits on all the guys here is because she thinks of them all as 'misogynistic assholes of the patriarchy,' she rolled her eyes.
"So what, a guy who can shut the fuck up when needed or something," Silena laughed at Charles joked, and he sweared he started ascending.
"Yeah just maybe," she smiled.
"Silena, can I ask you something?"
"Whats up?"
"You know the party on Friday. Would you wanna go? I mean if Percy can convince your sister and all you know."
"Of course I want to go, which is why I really need Y/N to just man up," she paused. "or woman up, I guess."
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You sat back and doodled in your notebook in your English class. After spending most the class debating over sexist views in classic literature, you felt kind of annoyed. Its like no one cares these days, you know?
The bell rang and you walked over to your friend Hazel. "Honestly you should be like a lawyer or something, watching you arguing these boys is like music to my ears."
"You might be on to something, I love belittling them as it is. Imagine I got paid to do it," you laughed. When you walked out the class, you saw Hazel's boyfriend, Frank, waiting for her outside. You waved hello then paused when you saw Percy next to him.
"Oh look who it is," Percy exclaimed. You didn't even waste your breathe as you just turned and walked off towards your locker. Percy quickly rubbed his temples and ran after you. "Where ya going?"
"Anywhere," you said as you made it to your locker to grab your next books. Percy stood off to the side, leaning on the lockers. "What do you want now?"
"To take you out this Friday night," he smiled.
"I'd rather swallow 4 laxatives and a bowling ball and staple my ass cheeks together than be stuck in a room full of intoxicated teenagers," you slammed your locker shut and walked off.
Percy followed after you, "Don't you have the fun vocabulary!!"
"Extensive," you smirked.
"Look, it'll be fun."
"Doubtful."
"Do I need to ask in like, fucking greek or something," Percy pleaded.
"Maybe choose a language you actually know first."
"Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά," you looked at him wide-eyed. "Why must you continue to doubt me?"
"How do I know you didn't insult me?"
"I don't know, just trust me maybe," you shot up an eyebrow with an amused upside down smile on your face. "όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει."
"No, to whatever you just said," you chuckled as you headed off to your next class.
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✰ Μπορώ να μιλήσω ελληνικά μια χαρά - I can speak Greek just fine
✰ όπως είπα, θα είμαι εκεί στις εννιά εντάξει - like i said i'll be there at nine ok?
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Crazy for you - Chapter Three
Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader (Billy Centric for now.)
A/N: my writing skills are progressing the more and more i write this story, and the more we get into the story the more and more it gets into Billy and Stu’s fucked up ness, just a fair warning it will get pretty intense in later chapters because this is a kinda fucked story (it is scream after all) but still comment what you like about it and send me any questions or things you want to see in the story in my requests
Warnings: invasion of privacy, reader is fucked up, slight billy x stu (it’s implied that they jerk off together lol.), mention of masturbation, violence, in depth talk of my version of Billy’s past, talk of gutting things,
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Tatum drove you home rather quickly, taking notice of your nervousness. She pulls up at your house, but when you reach for the door handle, she presses the lock button.
“Are you going to tell me what happened with Billy?” She questions, staring at you.
“Nothing, he was just acting weird.” You sigh quietly, “He was really drunk.”
“Did he do something to make you uncomfortable?” She’s asking too many questions, and you don’t want her to tell Sydney so you just smile at her softly.
“Thanks for worrying about me but I’m fine, goodnight.” You unlock the door and get out of the car before she can even question you.
She stares after you, watching as you enter your house before pulling out of your driveway and going home.
You spend the rest of the night sitting on your couch watching random reruns. You stand from the couch around twelve-thirty, and walk towards the stairs. You’re halfway up the stairs when the landline starts ringing. You huff, walking back down the stairs and to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” It wasn’t unusual for Stu to call you late at night so you just assumed it was him.
“Hello.” A voice you don’t recognize sounds through the phone.
“Who is this?”
“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine.” The voice teases, assuming you’ll just hang up.
“My name’s Y/n. Now you have to tell me yours.” You smile.
Outside your house, Billy practically facepalms.Why the hell would you tell him your name? What he didn’t know was that you were ecstatic, hoping that this modulated voice was the man who’d been killing people all over woodsborough. You weren’t as dumb as you seemed, just curious and kind of obsessed.
“Hello?” You say, hoping you didn’t scare whoever it was off by being too strange.
“Yeah princess?” Your insides flutter at the nickname. What is wrong with me? You think.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching you.” He was hoping to see the usual fear strike across your face, but it didn’t come.
“Oh…okay.” You were suddenly quiet.
“What’s the matter, baby?” He doesn’t miss the way you try to subtly rub your thighs together.
“Nothing!” You abruptly hang up the phone and run up the stairs to your room. He lets out a frustrated sigh, that wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for. He wanted you to scream, maybe even cry.
He was hoping to play with you a little, just enough to satiate his violent urges, but not enough to fuck up the plan.
“What are you doing out here?” A voice says behind him. He jumps, turning around. He’s met with Stu, standing there in his usual attire.
“Nothing.” Billy attempts to move past him, brushing shoulders with him. But Stu grabs his arm, pulling Billy to face him.
“So why are you dressed in the costume, and standing outside her house?”
“I was just messing with her, Stu. That’s all.” he says and then mumbles, “It didn’t work very well.”
“Yeah probably because she’s got the hots for ghostface.”
Billy looks up from the ground, “What?”
“Look man, I was gonna tell you sooner but I was worried it would drive your psycho ass over the edge.” Billy looks at him, seemingly offended.
“I’m not on edge.”
“You can’t even be alone with her for five minutes without losing your shit.” Stu crosses his arms across his chest. “Let's get out of her yard and we’ll talk about this back at my place, Okay?”
“Fine.”
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“What did you mean?” Stu and Billy are sitting on Stu’s bed, leaning against the headboard.
“When I missed school last wednesday, I wasn’t really sick. I snuck into her room to do the usual snooping and jacking off but instead I found her diary.”
Billy jerks up at this, turning towards Stu. “what’d it say? Did it say anything about me?”
“Why don’t you read it for yourself?” Stu holds up the pink book, and Billy snatches it out of his hands.
“When’d you snag it?”
“While you were on the phone with her, so there better be some fresh stuff in there.”
Billy opens it the day after he and Stu killed Casey Becker, and starts reading.
‘Dear Diary, right now it’s 11pm and I can’t sleep. After what happened to Casey that’s to be expected but honestly it’s not because I'm scared. It’s because I can’t stop thinking about how they found her. She was strung up in a tree, with her insides hanging out. Alex Marrier somehow got his hands on a picture of her, he didn’t go into detail about how he got it but I didn’t care. He showed it to me and immediately, my fucked u brain thought, ‘Wow, that’s amazing.’ I don’t know what’s wrong with me but when I think about how someone could have done that to her, all I can think about is how they would treat me. Would they fuck me up like they did her? It makes me all warm inside and I’m not sure why.’
He finishes reading that page and then turns to the most recent one.
‘Dear diary, I’m thinking about it again. The news said the killer was seen wearing a costume, something like a ghost screaming as a mask, and black robes. It’s stuck in my head, I want the killer, whoever he is, to come into my room and take me away while I’m sleeping. I want him to have his way with me, whether that means torture me or fuck me, i don’t care. His work is borderline artistic and a straight up masterpiece. I’m sure of what I want, but I’m not sure how to get it.’
He stops reading at that, and he’s half hard already.
“Fuck.” Billy mutters, raising his knee to hide his hard on from Stu.
“Literally, she’s totally fucked up.” Stu laughs, “And dude you don’t have to hide that you're hard.”
Billy makes a sound, almost like a groan, and leans back putting his hands over his face. “Don’t say that. Don’t talk about it.”
Stu laughs again and they sit in silence for a moment before Stu says, “Hey, do you wanna watch Blood Feast and jack off,”
“You just wanna watch me jack off to gore.”
Stu laughs again.
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You spent that night with your fingers buried in your cunt, cumming over and over again until you were satiated.
The next morning you wake up sore, and exhausted. You take a shower, and get dressed. When you go outside, Sidney and Tatum are waiting for you in her bright red car. You step into the backseat and are immediately bombarded with questions from Sidney.
“Have you heard from Billy? What happened last night? Did he do something?” Of course Tatum told her, she's her best friend. You sigh.
“No I haven’t heard from him, and nothing happened, he just got really drunk.” You clarify, and Sidney huffs. It seems like recently she’s been looking for any reason to break up with him.
She talks about him a lot, mostly about how distant he’s getting. She says that they used to hang out everyday but now she’s only with him once or twice a week. She complains about it a lot, and it makes you kind of angry. Billy and Stu are your friends, well you aren’t very close with Billy but you and Stu are basically joint at the hip.
By the time you get to the school, you’ve had all the Tatum and Sidney you can handle for the morning. It’s not that you don’t like them. No, you love them. It’s just that, together they can be a bit much.
When you get out of the car, Stu, Randy and a very nervous looking Billy are standing on the sidewalk waiting for you, Tatum and Sidney. There are news vans everywhere, the death of Casey and Steve still fresh on everyone's minds.
To be fair, Billy thought you would have immediately gone to Sidney about what happened and she would dumb his ass. Which he wouldn’t hate but it would ruin the entire plan. But when Sidney gets out of the car and goes straight to give him a hug, he realizes you didn’t
Although, she definitely would if she knew about the fact that your panties are tucked away in a box underneath his bed, and if she knew the amount of times he’d jerked off with them. But it doesn’t matter because she doesn’t know and she won’t live long enough to find out.
While he was nervous, he’s now excited because tonight he and Stu are going to call and attack Sidney. The itch underneath his skin, the one he’s had since he was a preteen and he and Stu went on their first hunting trip together, would soon be scratched. He had killed his first animal that day, but it definitely wasn’t the first time he’d hurt someone. When he was younger he’d made it a habit of ‘accidentally’ pushing kids off the playground just to see the fear in their eyes as they fell and listen to the way they’d cry. The first animal he’d killed was a rabbit, it was small and Stu’s dad was there so he couldn’t gut it like he’d wanted.
Stu would always go on and on about how amazing it was to gut animals. Billy believed him, and after that first kill he was itching to gut something, but he couldn’t. So when he got back to Stu’s house, they’d snuck up to his room with some rated R movie to watch it and see people get torn apart.
But when he killed Maureen, it really set him off. He couldn’t get enough. He and Stu had to go on more and more hunting trips, and watch more and more gory movies to satiate himself.
Sydney says something he doesn’t quite catch, and by now they’ve made it to the doors of the school and He watches as Randy holds the door with a big stupid grin on his face, and you have the audacity to laugh and smile back at him.
His grip on Sid tightens unintentionally. The group split up to go to their perspective classes and he thinks doesn’t have to see you again until third period.
But he does.
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one of the guys ~ jimmy smith jr;8 mile
word count: 3481
request?: no
description: she’s always been viewed as just “one of the guys” despite having feelings for one of her friends, and now it’s looking likely that she’s going to lose him to the wannabe model
pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader
warnings: swearing, pining
masterlist (one, two, three)
I had known Jimmy and Future since we were a bunch of snot nosed kids causing trouble on the playground in elementary school. Cheddar Bob was next, having followed us around like a lost puppy until we finally adopted him. Iz and Sol joined our little group in high school, and then we were complete.
For as long as I had known the guys, they considered me to be...well, one of the guys. Even after I went through puberty and actually started looking like a girl, I was still just one of the guys. It didn’t bother me for the most part. When you’re a kid, it doesn’t really matter if you’re a boy or a girl. We all played the same, caused trouble the same. But when we hit puberty, I found myself not liking being considered “one of the guys” anymore.
Especially when I realized I had feelings for Jimmy.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a part of the friend group and I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends. What I definitely could ask for, though, was for those friends to recognize I was a woman and treat me as such. Namely, I wished Jimmy would realize that.
One Friday evening, just like every Friday evening, I had just pulled into my driveway and was walking up to my front door when I heard another car pulling up behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Future.
“Get your ass changed, we’re going out!” he called.
“Future, I just got home,” I said.
“So?”
“So maybe I don’t want to go out with you chuckle fucks after I just worked an eight hour shift.”
“We both know that’s not the truth.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. He was right, I did want to go out. We went out every Friday night. It was a group tradition at this point. If I was seriously turning it down, there’d have to be something wrong with me.
“Give me 10 minutes,” I told Future before slipping into my house to change.
I was in and out in less time than I told him. I just changed out of my work clothes and into jeans and a t-shirt, and was ready to go again. I got into the passenger seat of Future’s car and he didn’t even wait for me to buckle myself in before he was backing out of my driveway and driving off to get the others.
“I fear for my life every time I get in the car with you,” I joked as I managed to buckle my seatbelt.
“Well, lucky for you, Jimmy agreed to drive tonight. His car can hold more people anyways.”
“Who else is going with us?”
“Just the usual.”
I looked over at Future in confusion. His tone definitely made me think there was someone else coming along for the night, but it seemed he wasn’t going to tell me. I couldn’t figure out who could possibly be joining us that Future wouldn’t want to tell me about beforehand.
We pulled into the trailer park and parked next to Jimmy’s car. Jimmy was exiting his trailer before we were even out of the car, as usual. Jimmy was usually waiting for us to show up and would be itching to leave his mom’s place as soon as he could. Jimmy gave Future one of their high five hugs, and patted me on the shoulder. It was just a step up from me also getting a high five hug, but not by much.
We got into Jimmy’s car, all three of us in the front. We started for Iz and Sol first, then Cheddar Bob. Once the car was full it was nothing but noise as each of the guys was talking over one another with Jimmy’s radio blaring as extra noise.
“How was work, by the way?” Jimmy asked me over the current argument between Future and Sol.
“Same bullshit as always,” I responded.
“I guess we should be lucky you even agreed to come out with us after working all day, meanwhile all we do is sit on our asses like a bunch of bums.”
I playfully nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you work, too.”
“I wouldn’t consider the Stamping work.”
I chuckled. I noticed then that we weren’t headed for the club. “Where are we going?”
“To pick up Alex.”
I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I looked over at Future. I couldn’t tell if he was actually deep in conversation with Iz or if he was just ignoring me. So this was who was joining us that he didn’t want to tell me about.
Alex.
She was a girl Jimmy had met at his work. She was a model apparently, or was trying to be one. Jimmy didn’t talk about her much, but the other guys didn’t waste a single moment in teasing him about her. It didn’t take a genius to realize he liked her.
Alex was waiting as Jimmy pulled up. She was wearing her usual mini skirt so short that you could basically see everything whenever she moved. It made me feel very self conscious about my choice in jeans.
Future opened the door and got out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. I already knew the answer and hoped he’d see the look of begging on my face.
“I’ll get in the back with the idiots,” he said. “I’d assume Alex will be more comfortable pressed up against you instead of Sol.”
“Yo, fuck you!” Sol snapped.
I hoped my clenched jaw would go unnoticed as Alex slid into the seat next to me. Her eyes immediately went to Jimmy and they shared a smile that made me wish I could throw myself from the moving car.
We got to the club and piled into our usual table while Future got the first round of shots. Cheddar Bob and Iz were sat on one end, I was in the middle, Jimmy and Alex were sat next to me, and Sol had pulled up a chair. When Future returned, he slid in next to Cheddar Bob. The table chorused with cheers as we held up our shots then shot them back.
I tried to play it cool, but having to sit next to Alex and Jimmy while they were flirting up a storm was making me more tense by the minute. When Sol offered to get the next round of drinks, I jumped to give him the money to buy me two of the strongest drinks he could for me. I downed the first one quickly, but took my time with the second. It didn’t take long for the shot and the first drink to kick in. My head was spinning and I felt care free and light as air.
At some point, when the drinks had hit me hard enough, I shoved against Iz’s shoulder and said (or rather slurred), “Hey, can you guys move? I gotta pee.”
“Yo, go the other way,” Future said. “There’s three of us here and only two on your other side.”
“You’re gonna break the dam this early in the night?” Sol asked. “You may as well sit on the end when you come out. You’ll be back and forth for the next few hours.”
“Look, I don’t care who moves and I don’t care where I sit when I come back, I just have to pee now.”
“Here, we’ll move,” Jimmy said.
He and Alex moved out of the booth and allowed me to get out. When I stood, I realized just how drunk I already was as I almost immediately lost my balance. I felt someone grab hold of me as the rest of the table chorused in laughter at my drunkenness. When I looked up, it was Jimmy that had taken hold of me. I smiled at him and he smiled back.
“I’m getting you water when you come back,” he said. “And you gotta pace yourself.”
“You’re always looking out for me,” I said. “You’re such a good friend.”
I put emphasis on the friend for my own benefit, but there was also some level of petty in the word. A reminder for both of us that that was the only way he saw me: as a friend. One of the guys that he went out drinking with every weekend, that he smoked with in the basement of someone’s house, that he ran around Detroit with causing mayhem since we were tykes.
I saw a look flash across his face that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I assumed I was just seeing things in my drunken haze.
I managed to make it to the bathroom on my own without incident. Once I was safely inside of a stall, I was able to sit down again. I almost didn’t want to get up and go back out to the table. Sitting was safe. The world didn’t spin when I was sat down. But I also couldn’t be sat on the toilet in a club bathroom all night either. I knew Sol was right about me going back and forth to the bathroom now that I had broken the dam, but if I put enough time between this bathroom visit and the next, maybe the spinning wouldn’t be as bad by then.
When I stepped out of the stall to wash my hands, I jumped to see that someone was waiting there.
Alex.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said.
I waved away her apology. “It’s fine. I just didn’t hear anyone else come in.”
I stepped around her to wash my hands. She turned to face me as I did. “Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”
I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“Is there anything going on between you and Jimmy?”
The question took me by surprise. Why would she think there was anything between us? In all the time that Jimmy had known Alex, I had only met her once before after the lot of us had run into her at a house party. I remembered Jimmy only having eyes for her that night, too. There was no reason I could even fathom that she would believe Jimmy and I had a thing going on when he was so clearly into her.
“No,” I said. “He’s my best friend. Has been since we were kids.”
“And that’s it? Just friendship?”
“Yeah. What’s this about?”
She sighed. “I really like Jimmy, and I thought he liked me, too. But he’s never really asked me out or anything yet. I didn’t know if maybe you two had a thing going on and I read the whole situation wrong. I’ve known far too many guys who claim to be just friends with a girl and turns out they’re actually fucking around.”
Trust me, I wish that’s what was going on here.
Against my better judgement, I put my hands on Alex’s shoulders and said, “If you really like Jimmy and you want things to be more serious, maybe you should make the first move.”
She looked as though she had never even considered that option. “You think so? That won’t seem too...direct?”
“Who gives a shit? Why do men always have to be the ones to make the first move? Most of them are fucking idiots anyways and wouldn’t know if a girl liked them even if she was telling him to his face.” Alex chuckled. “If you want him, go get him.”
She nodded. I was taken by surprise when she suddenly pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly patted her on the back and tried to put the best smile I could muster on my face.
“You’re the best,” she said. “I think we’re going to be great friends.”
I bit my tongue as she hurried out the bathroom door.
That interaction was enough to sober me up more than I wanted. I could feel myself tearing up, but tried to fight it back. I turned to lean against the sink and looked up at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but notice everything that Alex had that I didn’t: gorgeous face, sexy voice, body of a model. I couldn’t even dream of leaving the house in a skirt as short as hers without feeling completely embarrassed and exposed. Of course Jimmy would like her, and of course he was going to say yes when she asked him to go out with her.
I hung my head as the tears slipped from my eyes and ran down my face into the sink. I prayed no one would come into the bathroom and find me here crying, and luckily someone was looking out for me because no one did. Once I felt like I had cried myself dry, I quickly splashed my face with cold water and tried to pretend everything was alright. I figured everyone was going to question where I had been for so long, but I didn’t feel like coming up with a fake answer to tell them. If I told them to fuck off, they wouldn’t pry.
My steps faltered a little when I exited the bathroom and saw that Alex and Jimmy were missing from the table. I was tempted to go right to the bar and get another drink, but I pushed through and went back to my group of friends.
“Hey, you good?” Future asked as I sat down in the booth.
“Yeah, just sobered up a little,” I responded. “Where did Jimmy and Alex go?”
“Alex asked to talk to him in private,” Cheddar Bob responded. “But that was a while ago, so who knows where they are now.”
I noticed both Future and Iz elbow him, causing him to spill some of his drink on himself. I didn’t care to imagine where Jimmy had taken Alex after she asked him out. I didn’t need to have that image burned in my mind for the rest of the night.
Everyone went back to their conversations, but I found myself not paying any attention to them. I kept glancing around the club, expecting to see Jimmy and Alex tucked away in a private corner, sucking face as if they were trying to blend into one person. Or maybe they’d be on the dance floor, practically dry humping in front of everyone. I didn’t think Jimmy was one to dance, but Alex had enough allure that she could’ve probably convinced him. But I didn’t see them, and that almost made it all worse.
Eventually I stood from the table suddenly, bringing everyone’s attention to me. “I need some air.”
“Do you want one of us to come with you?” Cheddar Bob asked.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I said. I turned and quickly made for the exit.
Once I was outside, I breathed in the cool night air. It filled my lungs, but it didn’t seem to help soothe me at all.
“You alright?”
“Jesus!” I hissed as I turned towards the voice. It was Jimmy, leaning up against the club. “What the hell are you doing out here?”
“Free country,” he said with a shrug. “Are you good?”
“Just needed air. It felt very stuffy inside.”
I walked over to stand next to him. The rough brick wall dug into my back through my t-shirt. It was cool out, but not enough to make me feel like I needed a jacket or anything. I was standing so close to Jimmy that I could feel the heat coming from his body anyways.
“Where’s Alex?” I asked. “The guys said you two went off to talk in private.”
“She left,” he responded.
I looked at him in shock. “What? And went where?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Home, I guess?”
“Don’t you think you should’ve driven her? It’s not exactly the safest for her to be walking alone at night.”
“I offered, but she turned it down. Said she didn’t wanna see me ever again.”
I’ve definitely missed a lot of things here. “What happened?”
Jimmy sighed. “Well, she got up and went to the bathroom after you, said something about wanting to make sure you were okay where you were so drunk. Then when she came back she asked me if we could talk in private. She brought me outside and told me how she had been waiting for me to ask her out properly since we first met and she was tired of waiting, so she made the first move to ask me if I wanted to go on an official date with her.”
“And you said...”
He looked at me for a second before responding, “No. Obviously.”
Well, yeah, it was obvious that he said no. But what wasn’t obvious was why he had said no.
“I thought you were into her,” I said.
He laughed. “Who told you that?”
I shrugged. “The guys seemed convinced you were.”
“The guys don’t know shit about shit. They just like talking a big game and making fun of each other.” I just looked at him, waiting to see if there was any more he had to say. He looked at me then away again. “No, I’m not into her. She’s beautiful, yes, but I don’t see her that way.”
“Wait, so if you don’t see her like that, then why did you invite her tonight?”
“I didn’t. She was at the Stamping today and asked if she could come along. I guess this was her plan.”
Well, it wasn’t her plan until I told her to go after Jimmy, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
I felt like everything had just been flipped upside down. I was so sure that Jimmy had been reciprocating Alex’s feelings. It seemed like that anyways. Or maybe it seemed like that because I was making it seem that way. I was projecting something onto the two of them that wasn’t really there, I guess because of my jealousy?
“Sucks that she didn’t handle the rejection well,” I said.
“It wasn’t the rejection, it was the reason I rejected her.”
My brows furrowed together. “The reason being...you didn’t like her like that?”
“No. Well...yes. Kind of.”
“You know, for a man who can freestyle, you’re god awful with your words right now.”
He laughed and lightly nudged me with his shoulder. “It was the reason I said I don’t have feelings for her. I told her that I don’t like her because I like someone else and she didn’t handle that very well.”
I could feel my stomach turning to knots again. “Oh? Didn’t like the competition?”
“No, she said something along the lines of she should’ve trusted her gut, and that all guys who hang out with girls end up fucking them in the end.”
It took a second for what he said to register in my brain. When it did, I thought back to Alex talking to me in the bathroom and asking me if there was anything going on between Jimmy and I because she knew of too many guys who were friends with girls who they were actually fucking. Then, I put the pieces together in my head.
When I turned to look at Jimmy again, he was already watching me, waiting for me to come to the conclusion. “Me?!”
“Jesus, that took you long enough.”
“What do you mean that took me long enough?! Why the fuck haven’t you told me?!”
“Because you’re my best friend! We’ve known each other since kindergarten. If I told you I liked you and you didn’t like me back, that would fuck everything up between us and within the friend group. I would rather feel this way in silence than risk losing you as a friend.”
“If you had told me I would’ve told your dumbass that I like you, too, and I have since high school.”
“Wait...for real?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, for real!”
We both stood in silence. We shared a look, and then a smile broke out on Jimmy’s face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, and soon we were both laughing. With the absurdity of the situation, we couldn’t not laugh.
“We’re both dumbasses,” I said between fits of laughter.
“I guess so,” Jimmy agreed. “That brings up the question, though, of where do we go from here?”
“Well, I think we try a date, just the two of us and not those other idiots in there, and we see how things progress from there.”
He smiled. “Okay, I like that idea.”
“And we promise that if things don’t work out, we stay friends.”
“And we don’t tell the guys about any of this.”
I laughed. “Okay deal.”
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The Infamous Chuuya-SSKK Car Ride
Two. Fucking. Hours.
Akutagawa and Atsushi have been arguing for two hours almost non-stop and there's still an hour to go in the trip. If you had asked Chuuya before he climbed into this four-wheeled prison what the most annoying thing on Earth was, he would've said without hesitation that it was dealing with Dazai. That was a more innocent time, a time before life had decided to punish him for his every felony, misdemeanor, and wasted gallon of milk. He wasn't sure if these apparently nuclear-powered bickering machines being confined to the backseat was better or worse for him. Probably better; at least one half of the invective wasn't being spewed directly into his left ear.
As much as he wanted to blame a member of the Armed Detective Agency for all of his misery, he was disappointed to say that it had been his subordinate and fellow mafioso who started this. Granted it hadn't taken much to get the weretiger to dive down to Akutagawa's level, but he was just trying to make conversation, asking if Chuuya listened to much music. Honestly, the gravity manipulator would've been delighted to spend a three-hour car ride talking about music, even with an ADA member. It was kind of nice that the kid had reached for some common ground between them. Akutagawa really hadn't needed to cut Chuuya off before he had a chance to answer by saying, "No one cares, weretiger." That one admittedly rude remark had sealed Chuuya's fate for the rest of the ride out to the countryside. Thanks, Aku.
"You better not get in my way when we get there, weretiger. The Port Mafia doesn't need Least Beneath the Moonlight."
"I guess I'll leave the job to Brash-ōmon, then. Get over yourself."
How are they still coming up with new insults? Chuuya hadn't even had the energy to tell them to shut the fuck up passed the 35-minute mark, about 25 minutes after his throat started to hurt from trying to match their combined volume. It was like they didn't even hear him. They were in their own little world together.
That was what he'd been warned about, though, wasn't it? Akutagawa and the tiger boy had… tension. He had heard about it from Dazai, but hadn't given it much thought. After all, why would he bother listening to anything that mummy's asshole says off the battlefield? He would happily throw Dazai off a building if he wasn't sure it would make that freak even happier than it would make Chuuya. Something about this train of thought makes Chuuya feel like a hypocrite for some reason. Where was he?
"At least I don't dip my bangs in Wite-Out!"
"Your impoverished ass could only afford one bang!"
Oh right, this thick fog of something making itself at home in Chuuya's backseat and inside his pounding skull. He had thought it was just a joke or an exaggeration, but this much passion for each other? Could all of that really just be simple hate? No, this doesn't really feel like hate. But if they don't hate each other why tell themselves that they do? That's so self-destructive. They should just confront their feelings like adults. Even if those feelings aren't romantic they could still find themselves good friends, they have a lot in common. At least they'd stop making their sexual tension or whatever everyone else's problem.
Why does Chuuya feel like a hypocrite again?
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Chuuya stares into the rear-view mirror. The new Double Black had practically passed out five minutes into the drive to Yokohama. Not surprising after the mission had turned out to be far more complicated then they had anticipated. He wasn't complaining, he really couldn't deal with another three hours of angry sound waves bouncing around an enclosed space. Truthfully, they'd earned the rest. Even when the situation was going to shit they'd worked well together. Atsushi kept Akutagawa's mind on the civilians while Akutagawa's support kept Atsushi calm and focused. Chuuya sees now why Dazai put them together, not that Chuuya would ever openly tell the man he was right.
So he'd let the pair sleep, only debating whether he should wake them up after the blessedly silent car had crossed the Yokohama city limit. He had glanced into the mirror and caught sight of something that made him suddenly redirect as much attention as he safely could to it. The Sun had set halfway through the drive so he had had to wait for the car to pass the next street light to get a good look at it, and sure enough he saw exactly what he thought he had. At some point in the drive Atsushi and Akutagawa had leaned into each other while they slept. Atsushi's head was now resting on Akutagawa's shoulder while the mafioso's head rested on top of the weretiger's. Chuuya smiled. Definitely not hate.
As the car nears the ADA office, where Atsushi was to be dropped off, Chuuya pulls into a gas station with a new mission in mind. After he puts the car in park he takes out his phone and hopes that fatigue keeps the pair asleep and unaware while he does what needs to be done. He gambles on using the flash and wins a nice, clear picture that's going to absolutely make his fucking day the next time Akutagawa decides to make him sit through another "that goddamn foolish weretiger" rant. But was it really fair to make just Akutagawa suffer when Atsushi was about as responsible for Chuuya's three-hour ordeal earlier? No. And isn't the ADA all about that justice shit?
Chuuya opens his text thread with Dazai, taps his thumbs to the screen a few times, and hands down Atsushi's sentence with the push of 'Send'. He only has to wait a few seconds before the weretiger's irritating superior responds.
Mackerel (21:04): Oh my god, thank you so much for this! How useful my dog is becoming!
You (21:04): I seriously can't do this with you right now, Dazai. Those little bastards almost wiped me out on the way to the mission. They argued the entire time. I'm fucking tired.
Mackerel (21:05): Impressive, isn't it?
"Impressive" was one way of putting it. "Never gonna happen again" was another.
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Taken For a Ride-
this was meant to be shorter but i kinda ran with it lol. posted first to my archive, pls let me know if there are any errors or if it copied weird. pls enjoy!!!! :)
tags- jealousy, multiple orgasms, creampie, rough sex, hand jobs, vaginal sex, possessive sex/behaviour, size kink, praising, forced voyeurism, threats of violence, fem reader.
4.3k words.
-Ghost x Reader-
-nsfw/smut-
Ghost's eyes were heavy on you, on your timid figure that shied away from another man's unwanted touch. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles blanching as his stare trailed to the man's hand attached to your shoulder, blouse wrinkling due to his harshness. Ghost's leg was rapidly moving up and down, not a nervous tick, more of an angered one.
Say something.
Hell, you didn't even need to say a single phrase, just flash your hand at your oppressor. Flash that huge glittering rock on your finger and no doubt he'd shy away.
But, you didn't do any of that.
Instead, Ghost watched as you sidestepped your coworker, knees wobbling as you tried to walk away atop your stiletto heels. You quickly regained your balance, but you found yourself against the man's chest, hands at your side as he 'helped' you stand straight.
Ghost knew, though. He knew that it had been just a sorry fucking excuse to lay a single hand on you. To feel how soft you were, to see if you'd melt into his touch, but to his exultation, you recoiled away. As if the hottest flame licked at your smooth skin, burning you and leaving the ugliest of scars.
But, that touch was enough for the man. He got to feel your waist, he got to feel the flesh of your ass in that stupid fucking miniskirt that you complained to Ghost about over and over again. No, this man had gotten to feel you. Something that wasn't his, would never be his.
As nice as you were, you shrugged it off, waving him away. Ghost's stare never strayed away from you, and his grasp on the wheel loosened ever so slightly at seeing your eyes shine towards him. Your steps were giddy, walking happily to his ridiculously large vehicle and climbing in.
You looked tired, yet exuberance radiated from you. Your makeup still in pristine condition as you sighed, leaning back into the leather seat. "Hellish day, did I make you wait too long?"
You always were one to worry about others, you did make him wait too long, but you didn't need to know that. Didn't need another thing to worry about.
He only hummed lowly in response, his gaze now shifting over to the scum that had been your coworker. He climbed into his own car, smaller but just as expensive. He quickly pulled out of the large parking lot, and at this point, Ghost wasn't thinking straight, his hands shifting gears and on the steering wheel.
You hadn't noticed that Ghost was on your coworkers trail. Instead, you'd been watching out of the passenger window, blinking slowly in awe of the raw beauty that was the night sky. The glow of the stars always looked dull in comparison to you, the shine of your eyes looking like the most luxurious item.
Though, after about five minutes on an unfamiliar road, you then questioned him, about why the two of you weren't on the regular way home.
"Shortcut."
You then didn't ask anymore questions, just relaxing in your seat and watching Ghost drive.
•
To say that you were furious, a true understatement. For he knew that your true anger was resulted in silence, the argumentative status of your marriage at times reflecting this.
"What are we doing here," You started, jaw tensed at watching your coworker get out of his car and walk into his lavish looking townhome.
"Out." He left no room for a discussion. Zero room to attempt and calm him down, to reassure him and tell him it was nothing, you were plenty aware of what he'd been angered about.
You followed after Ghost, anger turning to pure distress and worry. The click of your heels echoed emptily into the void of the night. You quickly caught up to him, despite his ridiculously long legs making quick strides, leaving you to scramble behind his hulking figure.
Not a knock at his doorstep, but Ghost's fist struck at the mahogany of the door, his sleeve rolling up to reveal the dark ink that covered his veined arms. You worried your lip, looking up at him with the sweetest expression, for this scumbag, or your husband? He'd hold this against you later, no doubt about it.
"Simon, please." The crimson of your lipstick following your lips every word as your long lashes batted up at him. The way you so nicely, so cutely asked nearly made him listen to you, to turn back on his heel and drag you home with him. But the sadistic thing inside of him was telling him to stand his ground.
The two of you stood at your colleagues doorstep, awaiting for him to open up. And when he did, you couldn't hide the distressed look on your face.
His eyes lingered on your own for a moment too long, a moment in which you didn't notice, but Ghost did. He would notice for you, he would fight your battles for you, he'd do anything for you.
Ghost's stare on your coworker was harsh, and your colleague looked at him, head craning to just meet his gaze. Fear riddled his body, looking into the face of death himself.
"Come on then, love."
Your coworker clearly flinched at hearing Ghost's booming voice, eyes flickering over to you in confusion.
You stilled, unable to find your words. You were unaware of what you were supposed to say, anyway. Ghost will help you, though. That's what good husbands do, help out their little wives.
"You want her?"
You were utterly shocked at Ghost's succinct question, sounding more like a command to the shaking man.
"Excuse me?" His voice was frail, pathetic and meek sounding.
Ghost walked forward, while you followed directly behind him, cornering your colleague right in his own home. Something only Ghost was capable of, evidently.
You instinctively shut and locked the door behind you, joining Ghost at his side, unapologetic eyes meeting your coworkers harrowed ones.
"You want to fuck her? My wife?"
"What?! No, o-of course not!" His words were unconvincing to the two of you, looking powerless in a corner as he began to slide down the wall, tears in his eyes. He probably thought that Ghost was going to kill him. And oh, how he had wanted to. He'd shackle his huge hand around his thin neck and squeeze, not like how he'd squeeze you- lightly and hearing you moan and watching you writhe underneath him. He'd do it slowly, at a torturous pace while he witnessed the life drain out of him, a miasma of death surrounding your coworker while Ghost would pound into you. Proving and showing that you're his.
Ghost briefly left the room, just leaving you and your petrified coworker in the living quarters.
"What the fuck was that?" He asked, approaching with shaking steps. You had been well informed that Ghost had carried a jealous streak within him, and as ashamed and twisted as you were to admit such a thing, you somewhat enjoyed it.
You didn't even notice Ghost back next to you, grabbing your colleague by his collar, dragging him, as well as a heavy dining chair up the stairs. You were on his trail like a lost little kitten, the sound of your heels on the wooden steps deafening.
The two, rather, three of you went into the master bedroom, Ghost set the chair down and forced your coworker to sit. He grabbed a rope from whoever the hell knows where, and bound your colleague down to it. He began to shout and yell, telling Ghost to untie him, begging you to do something about it, to help him. You thought he was a man tortured from the way he'd been screaming.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth."
Immediately, his cries ceased, sitting still on the wooden chair, his tied hands stopping their attempts of escape. Your thighs squeezed against one another at his display of power, his rough tone instilling unadulterated trepidation into this man.
"You want her," Ghost slipped the small scarf from your neck, tying it around his eyes. It seemed as your perfumed and floral scent eased your coworkers edged nerves, as he relaxed under his confines slightly. Ghost noticed this, and it drove him absolutely fucking insane. "so I'll show you that you can't have her."
Ghost led you over to the neatly made bed, soft duvet covers underneath your short and revealing uniform. You kicked off your heels, hearing them clack loudly once they landed on the ground. You felt Ghost's gloved hand at your side, lifting your pencil skirt to peel off your already soaked panties. He brought you atop his lap, clearly able to feel his hard length through his jeans.
He lifted the bottom of his balaclava to expose his lips and his strong jaw, covered with stubble. He hungrily kissed you, red smearing over his own lips as teeth clacked and tongues meshed against one another. You didn't bother hiding the sweet moan that left your lips, swallowed by the man in front of you.
The two of you separated, a string of saliva still bonding you together. You leaned upwards and bit his bottom lip, planting a quick kiss against him as you continued to gyrate your hips against his erection.
"You'll never get to feel her lips against yours."
You heard the audible whine that left your coworker, being left in a room with his eyesight being temporarily taken, his hearing had been heightened. All he was able to hear was the wet smacking of lips against one another, and it was so clear to him, he could almost see the two of you together, kissing at one another desperately.
Your dainty fingers moved to toy with his belt, suckling at his neck as you slid it away from the hoops of his jeans. He leaned over to your shorter stature, lips at the shell of your ear, having you shiver against him.
"Impatient, are we?" He whispered, voice hoarse and low, such a teasing tone only for you to hear.
"So are you." You teased back, grabbing his impressive bulge through his boxers, before hurriedly taking his length out and into your hand. Hot and heavy, you stroked his thick cock, having him buck his hips against your hand while he groaned lowly.
You felt his hands begin to roam your body, following the ins and outs of your supple curves. He began to squeeze the flesh of your ass through that short skirt, hearing you whine lowly in response. He was just teasing you as you teased him. Slowly touching you as you were slowly pumping his length, thumb swiping across his engorged tip, smearing precum all over his large cock. He grunted deeply in your ear, slapping your ass harshly, your sharp moan egging him on.
"I want it, want it so bad," You broke first, feeling his hands wander at the meat of your thigh, his grip so harsh that he tore a hole in your stockings. You'd 'yell' at him later, knowing that he'd buy you a better pair.
"Go ahead and take it then."
Once you got the go ahead, you lifted your hips and lowered yourself onto his cock, splitting your pussy open due to the sheer size of him. The stretch of him inside was so good, borderline painful, but it had you bouncing atop him with fervor. Your whimpers and moans filled the room, Ghost's low grunts joining in as he felt your warm and wet heat snugly around his cock, squeezing him just perfectly.
"You'll never get to feel her tight little pussy."
The agonising scream that left your coworker had you reeling, pausing your ministrations. You attempted to turn around and see him, but Ghost took ahold of your zygoma, forcing you to turn back at him. His eyes were rough on you, look at me, only me.
Ghost then began to easily slide you atop him, slightly annoyed with your halting movements. His covered hands attached to the fat of your hip, manoeuvring you over his dick again and again, hearing you moan against his clothed pectoral muscles.
Your drooling pussy pulled his cock inside your gummy walls in desperation, his veiny cock dragging against your heat deliciously. Your mind was cloudy, filled with thoughts that were solely Ghost. Your only thoughts were just him him him.
Ghost grunted, whispering a praise out to you, hand clasping against your rear, squeezing the fat that remained there. You whined quietly, thighs beginning to burn as you rode him. He was just so fucking big, you had to lift yourself so high to get him balls-deep inside of you.
"Tired, 'm so tired, baby." You babbled nonsensically, throwing your arms over his neck, sinking down onto his cock before sitting still. The two of you feeling your essence drip down his cock and onto the both of your spread thighs.
"Got you dumb already?" His hands kneaded your cheeks now, easing the sting of his earlier slaps.
"Please, please. Need it so bad, need you to ruin me." You plead, bringing him lower to you to sloppily kiss one another. You felt his cock twitch deep inside of you, his head kissing your cervix as he stayed buried inside of you, enjoying the torturous hug of your heat.
"Can't say no to you, can I, sweet girl?" He hummed, thumb at your kiss-swollen lips. You eagerly took his covered digit into your mouth, the taste of smooth leather taking over your senses. "My good girl," He growled, having you respond with a muffled whimper due to his meaty thumb in your mouth.
"You'll never hear her beg for you."
You heard a sniffle come from behind you, and, he's crying, fuck. You began to feel sympathy eat at you, but another feeling was within you, one that you had been unaware of. Your husband, being the keen man he was, didn't miss the way you squeezed him tightly, and he wondered if you'd been enjoying this more than he was.
Ghost flipped you onto the bed, ass in the air while your head was buried in the mattress. This time, he had you facing your bound coworker, tears streaming down his face, your scarf beyond ruined. You felt so dreadful, as if you'd committed the most heinous crime. This man was just handsy with you, grabbing at your hips and ass, and Ghost just so happened to see once.
Now, he had an unfeasible debt to pay.
You felt Ghost's presence behind you. His heavy hand spreading your thighs further as you sunk down lower onto the king sized mattress. His engorged tip pressed at your slit, collecting more of your slick before pushing into you slowly. His fat cock slowly invaded your insides inch by inch, gummy walls having a vice grip on him, squeezing him just so fucking tight- just how he liked it.
"Tell me, pet," He grunted, accented voice heavy with lecherous intent, "did you like it when he touched you?" Ghost took your chin in his gloved hand, tilting your gaze to make contact with your colleague, whimpering pathetically as he sat still, shackled in his own home.
"No! No, just you Ghost, just you! Fuck, you feel so good, so deep inside," You stopped making sense long ago, brain turning to putty just due to your husbands touches and words. Yet, you still recalled to not say his real name in front of anyone else. "Such a smart and pretty girl you are." He praised, his honeyed words stroking your ego. You were pleasing him, too. You drove him mad, too. You made him come to such a length as this- to shackle your coworker just for touching you.
"Gonna give you what you want now, love."
You whimpered out to him, backing your hips against his stilled cock, throbbing steadily inside your warm walls. He chuckled at your desperation, hands attaching themselves to your hips.
His pace was wild, his hips slamming against your backside and watching your soft body recoil in response to his movements. Just in and out and in and out, your body moving accordingly to his rough thrusts. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, feeling his dick brush and drag against every sweet spot hidden within you. Only places that he had been aware of, your shorter and daintier fingers being unable to please you like he could.
Hell, he knew your own body better than you would ever. Ghost had been the most talented and brilliant musician, able to tweak and tune your body in return to hear you sing beautifully for him. Though, the best song that you played were whenever he plucked at your heartstrings, playing them as the most complex harp.
"You'll never touch her again."
A hard thrust from him behind you, knocking the air from your lungs. Your heart thrumming wildly in your thoracic, your own tears staining the duvet as he was buried so deep inside of you.
"You'll never feel how her hands are on you, so loving and careful."
His grip on your hips tightened possessively, hips continuing to slam into your wet heat haphazardly, yet with unknown precision. You cried out to him, whimpering the same 'Ghost, Ghost, Ghost,' again and again, every thrust frying your brain beyond repair.
"You'll never know her little signs, showing that she's so fuckin' close."
You whimpered against the quilted covers, drool leaving your painted lips (what remained of the lipstick, anyway), your back arching already more than it had been. You weren't the most flexible, but Ghost was able to bend you in any position he'd wanted, with minimal complaints from you.
Your etched shut eyes suddenly popped open, the loudest, most scandalous moan leaving your swollen lips, feeling Ghost's cock press tightly against your womb. You couldn't hold back anymore, toes curling, back arching, chest heaving as you finished onto his dick, a muted scream coming from you as you slumped forward and into the bed.
"You'll never get her to do, that, for you."
He leaned down to you, "You did so fuckin' good for me, love. So good." He kissed your cheek tenderly, before you turned to him and engaged in a sloppy and open mouthed kiss, all while he had shallowly thrusted into your cunt.
The two of you continued to steal each other's breath away. Swallowing one another's moans and groans as the messy kiss marched on, despite your needs of oxygen.
Your overstimulated nerves cried every single time Ghost stuffed you full of his fat cock, crying deeper and deeper into the mattress. Despite this, you had known his signs, too. From the way his chest rumbled lowly with a quiet growl, to his throbbing and twitching cock nestled deep within your sweet heat. But, the largest sign of his was how he would draw the crudest of circles onto your swollen clit, trying to bring you over the edge with him one last time.
"You'll never feel her, never get her," He doubled over you, groaning loudly as he felt your velvety pussy snugly squeeze him at his words. You felt another orgasm pull at you, your clothed chest moving back and forth against the textured duvet- providing some friction against your stiffened nipples.
"Ghost," You whimpered, fluttering your long lashes closed as you felt your entire body convulse and twitch lightly. For your second orgasm had washed over you like the most pleasant tidal wave, sneaking up on you like the most elite assassin.
"You'll never get her," Ghost repeated, his pace animalistic and so rough, losing your steady rhythm of breath with every single thrust, "never get her, because she's mine."
You moaned out to him, sounding like you were trying to say something, but ultimately lost on the two of you. He had fucked you stupid, unable to form or speak coherently after just a few strokes of his dick inside of your tight heat.
"Isn't that right, pet?"
"Yours, 'm yours, Ghost." You mumbled, your body mimicking jelly as you were completely unable to move, just the back and forth motions of Ghost fucking into you roughly.
"Good answer," He hummed, sounding proud of your submission. Though, the ring on your finger should be enough of a testament to such a thing.
You felt his hands squeeze your sides harder, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as his fat tip continued to push right up against your womb. You couldn't handle another, no, you just couldn't.
It seems as Ghost would spare you for tonight. As you felt him drape himself over your collapsed body, grunting deeply before you felt himself spill his seed within your abused hole with a low curse. You felt so utterly full of him, his cum filling you to the absolute brim that it began pouring out of you.
Ghost hissed quietly, pulling out of your tightening cunt, almost like you didn't want him to stop. His eyes were then attached to your pussy, oozing his seed as you'd lost the only thing that kept it within you. He 'tsked', feigning disappointment before his thick and gloved fingers fucked his cum back inside of you, your puffy lips shining with his as well as your own release.
As you slowly regained your previously lost senses, you then heard the loud cries of your coworker. Sobbing and howling wildly, meek pleas to 'stop' or to 'let me go', to angered yells of 'fuck you' or 'you both are sick'. You didn't even notice that you had tuned him out completely, focused on just Ghost.
You felt Ghost's covered fingers take hold of your chin, tilting your head upwards to view your coworker. "His words deceive him," He laughed, and you gasped in horror.
He was hard.
Not only that, but his hips bucked up against his sweats, attempting to get any feeling of delicious friction while being bound to his chair.
"Was probably thinkin' of you," His voice was back in your ear, kissing your jaw before leaving a mark that would bloom into a rich and pretty violet in the morning.
"Need to get my message across,." He kissed your cheek, a quick and kind thing that had your heart palpitating like crazy. "Wait in the car for me, sweetheart." He slid the heavy keys into your palm, watching as you tiredly nodded, you had been utterly exhausted, so you didn't want to question him or his motives.
You took shaky steps towards the door, ditching your stiletto heels as you knew Ghost would get them for you. You just wanted to curl up into his car and nap while he did, whatever, it was that he was doing. Nothing good, you knew, but you couldn't find it in yourself to attempt and stop him. Besides, you heavily doubted that you were capable of getting your words through to him, he was headstrong, already set with his actions long ago.
Your knees wobbled as you walked like a newborn fawn towards Ghost's car, struggling to get into the passenger seat as you locked yourself in.
Sighing at the slight throbbing discomfort you felt in the midst of your legs, you had been alone with your thoughts. And just now and then, reality had begun to set in.
He did this for you.
He couldn't have proved his point in any other way, but Ghost had done it in the way that he had known. His way in which he'd been accustomed to, as well as knowing his method would be gifted with positive results at the end of the day.
He had your heart in his clutches, and although you didn't always understand his intentions nor his motives, you wouldn't have it any other way.
•
You stirred in your sleep, awakening and mumbling something lowly as you felt a radiating warmth next to you. You were in your shared bedroom now, in the tight hold of Ghost while he slept soundly.
You smiled, nuzzling yourself deeper into his hold of possession. But, in the corner of your eye, you noticed something. A neatly folded square of cloth, and you squinted, hiding your gasp of surprise at seeing that it had been your scarf. That same piece of silk that was secured to your coworkers face, obstructing his vision while Ghost fucked you right in front of him. Robbing his sight, and cursing him with the ability to hear the two of you.
You'd talk to him about it in the morning.
•
When you had awoken from your comfortable drowse, you groaned in annoyance when you had seen that Ghost was long gone. His side of the bed had ran cold, but you couldn't think of such a thing for too long, as you had work to attend to.
•
Your workday marched on uneventfully, but you couldn't help but notice the absence of a particular individual. Of course, you had just thought that he was avoiding you like the worst illness out there, but he wasn't here at all.
Your thoughts were plagued, negative things brewing in your head and running wildly. Was he out spreading rumours about you? Or was he going to get you fired? You felt the feeling of anxiety eat at you, opening your phone to contact your husband, in hopes of him being able to ease your edged nature. Just as he's done a near thousand times before, holding you in his strong arms while he would fix any and all problems that you had.
But, your scrolling had quickly halted when you noted how he'd already texted you hours ago. A single sentence that had ended up both calming you, and hardening your buzzed nerves even more.
'Don't worry about that fucker anymore.'
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MINE.-N.DOE.
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paring: fwb!nate x sturniolo!little sister reader
summary: in which y/n is the triplets little sister. her and their best friend nate have been sneaking around with eachother for a while. one night they go to a party together with her brothers. what will happen when nate catches another guy flirting with her.
warnings: swearing,partying,drinking,jealous!nate,making out,dregrading,praising,p in v,dumbifaction,creampie.
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i was currently in my room getting ready for to go to a party with my brothers and their bestfriend nate. i had on a bit of makeup along with a black mini dress.
little do they know that nate and i have been sneaking around for five months. we werent together we were strictly just friends with benefits. i had feelings for him but i couldnt tell him that because we couldnt be together even if we wanted. my brothers would not be okay with this at all.
i threw on my shoes and grabbed my purse and headed towards the living room. all eyes were on me as i walked to the couch.
nate had his eyes all over me as i sat down in between him and chris. “you guys ready?” i asked
“yeah lets go.” matt said as we all got up and headed to the mini van.
i sat between nick and nate in the backseat. i felt nate keep looking at me. he better be careful or my brothers are gonna end up catching on.
we got to the party and we all went our separate ways nick staying by my side while nate chris and matt all went off together.
after a while i had a few shots so i had a buzz going on. i was standing in the kitchen fixing a drink as a guy came up to me.
“whats a pretty girl like you doing here by yourself?” he asked as his hands brushed against my waist.
“im actually here with my brothers.” i said softly not wanting anything to do with him.
“so a pretty girl like you is single yeah?”he asked as he grabbed my chin so i had to look at him.
i went silent and i felt uncomfortable and all i wanted was nate.
suddenly i felt him get closer to my lips til he was pulled back off of me.
“get the fuck off my girl bro!” nate said as he pulled me close to him not caring who saw.
his girl? thats new.
“nate you didnt have to do that i was fineeeee he was just being nice” i slurred my words as i was drunk
nate had his jaw clenched as he rolled his eyes as we walked out of the kitchen with him holding my waist as i was stumbling.
“we’re finding your brothers and we’re fucking leaving.” he said as he still had has jaw clenched.
he held me close to him as we found my brothers. great. theyre gonna think something is going on between us.
“we need to leave. some asshole was flirting with your sister and i almost got into a fight with him” he said as he looked at the three boys.
“thanks for stopping that before he did something” matt spoke as he grabbed his keys from his pocket.
“lets head home then.go find chris,nick he’s probably off drunk somewhere” matt chuckled as he was clearly the only sober one.
after a few minutes nick came back with a stumbling and laughing chris.
we all headed to the car as me and chris were walking together giggling and stumbling while matt and nick tried to help us.
“chris youre sitting with me!!” i slurred as i climbed into the back seat as chris fell ontop of me as we both started laughing
“this is gonna be fun” nick rolled his eyes as he sat in the front seat with matt as he was also the only sober one out of us.
i giggled as i sat in the middle between my brother and nate. i looked at nate as i admired him wanting nothing more then to kiss him right now.
i felt nate stare me down as he put his hand on my thigh underneath my dress making sure nobody seen it.
me and chris were having a whole conversation about potatoes as matt was driving us back to the house. nick turned around and yelled “shut the fuck up! nobody cares about potatoes”.
chris and i looked at eachother and laughed as i looked at nate not being able to keep my eyes off of him.
“hey chris dont get mad but i have a crush on nate” i whispered drunkenly as i giggled to him
“its okay but ill hurt him if he hurts you!” he says back
matt pulls into the garage of our house as chris opens the door and stumbles inside to his room.
nate gets out and picks me up putting me over his shoulder “i got her you guys can head to bed” he says softly as matt and nick didnt question it and headed inside.
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nate carried me to my room and threw me onto my bed hovering over me instantly crashing his lips onto mine hungrily.
the kiss instantly turned into a heated makeout sesh as nates hands were all over my body as his hand rubbed against my inner thigh as his thumb brushed against my clothed cunt.
i felt my core start to throb as i was growing wetter by the second as nate had his tounge exploring my mouth as i let soft whimpers in his mouth.
“touch me please” i whimper as i feel him start to rub my clothed cunt.
“so wet for me already and i barely even touched you”nate said as he slid my panties off rubbing circles on my clit as he kissed my neck leaving marks.
i let out a soft moan as nate suddenly slipped two fingers inside of me thrusting them at a fast pace.
i felt the knot form in my stomach already hinting that i was close to my orgasm. i started to clench around his fingers as he kept fucking them into me.
“such a slut already wanting to cum around my fingers yeah?” nate said as he looked at me.
“cum for me baby go ahead. you look so beautiful with my fingers shoved inside you” he kissed me as i moaned into his mouth as i came on his fingers.
he stood up and licked his fingers clean as he took off his clothes. i took my dress off throwing it on the floor.
he hovered over me lining himself up with my entrance slamming into me without a warning causing me to let out a loud moan.
he slapped my cheek then shoved his fingers into my mouth as he was pounding into me. “be fucking quiet. dont want your brothers to hear how much of a slut you are for my cock” he said
he grabbed my legs throwing them over his shoulder as he kept pounding into me the only thing i could think about was his cock fucking into me.
he leaned down sloppily kissing me as all could be heard in my room was the squelching, and his skin slapping against mine along with a mixture of our moans.
“youre fucking mine. im the only person who can make you feel this good, have you all dumb over my cock yeah?”nate said
at this point i couldnt form any words,the only thing on my mind was nates cock. “hmpphhhhh. im all yours”i moan out as i my nails scratched down his back.
nate was so deep he kept hitting my cervix making me clench around him from the pleasure.
“aww how pathetic already wanting to cum around my cock” nate said as he looked down seeing the stomach bulge.
“aw baby you’re bulging”he chuckled as he pressed on the bulge making me feel how deep he was. i was unable to process any words the only thing on my mind was him bulging in my stomach. i moaned out in response.
“you feel how deep my cock is yeah? you look so pretty with my cock shoved all the way inside you” he said pressing a kiss to my lips.
nate suddenly pulled out and i whimpered at the loss of contact. he picked me up putting me on all fours before slamming back into me.
he slapped my ass harshly as he thrusted himself inside me. my knuckles were turning white from how hard i was gripping the sheets.
i felt myself clenching around him as i started to bounce myself on him. he gripped my hips as i bounced back on him.
“youre taking me so well pretty girl.” he said as he started to pound into me. i let out a loud string of moans as i felt my orgasm growing closer.
“gonna cum!” i moan out as i bit down on my lip harshly trying to keep quiet so my brothers wouldnt hear.
“go ahead baby cum around all my cock. you’ve been such a good girl taking me so well.” he said as i felt him start to twitch inside me as i clenched around him as my cum coated his cock.
“gonna fuck my baby into you yeah?you want that pretty girl want me to fuck a baby deep inside you?” he groaned as i moaned starting to feel overstimulated.
“p-please baby!” i moaned out as i felt him starting to slow down his thrusts as he came deep inside of me.
he thrusted a few more times helping us come down from our highs. he slowly pulled out as he watched his cum drip out of me as he shoved it back in with his index finger.
“perfect.” he said as he laid down beside me pulling me into his arms kissing my forehead.
“i cant keep doing this friends with benefit thing,y/n.” nate said as he looked at me.
“why not?” i asked as i furrowed my eyebrows.i was nervous that he wanted nothng to do with me anymore.
“i cant keep doing this. i cant keep pretending that im not inlove with you. i am and i cant help it. you’re just so perfect. i love your personality. i love the way you care for your brothers and the way you care for me. i love the way your lips fit onto mine and the way you fit in my arms. you’re such a gorgeous girl y/n, i love you.” nate said as he looked at me.
“i love you nate so much.” i said softly as a smile was forming on my face at everything he said to me.
he smiled softly as he pressed a soft kiss onto my lips pulling me closer to him as i pulled the covers onto us.
with that we both drifted off to sleep holding eachother.
it felt so wrong but it felt so right. my brothers bestfriend. he was mine.
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