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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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You dont know me 5

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pairing: y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: you and Chris came from two different sides of the spectrum when it came to the social scale. You had the perfect life, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect parents, but when you start to peal back that layers things got messy. Your life was set and stone, your future was set and stone. That was until he comes and changes everything.

warnings: MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM! Just mentions seeing it, i do NOT go into detail of it or it happening,

It was now after school and I paced back and forth in my bedroom, not knowing what to do. I was still shaken up from my experience with Nate in the parking lot, but I knew I had to speak to Chris. I couldn't text him, I didn't have his number. I could just show up at his house, but that's just straight creepy. I couldn't talk to him at school, clearly. I fell onto my bed. What do I do?

After about an hour I decided I couldn't stand it anymore. I grabbed my phone and my shoes and walked out of my balcony and climbed down my tree. I had to see him. I had to fix this. I don't give a damn how I look just showing up at his house. I have to get to the bottom of this.

It was a little past 4:30 as I started to walk down the street. I looked down at my feet as I walked. Trying to think about what to say. How to apologize without knowing fully what I did wrong. It was eating me alive.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the same, pale white house. I sighed looking around before walking up the steps. This time I looked from side to side to see if he was hiding on the porch again. He wasn't. It was empty. I looked up at the sky, cursing myself at how psycho I was about to look. I didn't want him to question me.

Why do you care so much?

Don't you have a boyfriend to worry about?

The truth was, I didn't know why I cared so much. Why I seeked his approval so much. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes and knocked quickly on the door and stepped back. I blinked at the door. I heard no movement from inside.

I tapped my foot on the front porch harder as time passed. I started losing hope of someone answering the door the longer I stood there. Should I knock again? No I shouldn't knock again, that's weird. What am I doing? I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.

Suddenly the door opened slowly. I stood back up straighter as the door opened. I expected to see Chris's brown hair and but instead an older man showed his face and furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes landed on mine. My face turned red.

"Why hello young lady, can I help you?" He asked looking at me. He was an older man, not a fragile old man, but definitely too old to be Chris's father. I took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled at me. "Uh" I said looking down at my feet.

"Is Chris home? I really need to talk to him" I said quickly looking up at the man. He just looked at me for a second. He turned and looked inside before turning back to me. "Uh no, Chris isn't home yet. He normally takes Nate to hockey practice after school so he doesn't get home until after 5" The man explained. Defeat filled me. I looked down and nodded. Of course he does. That selfless piece of shit.

I looked up at the man and briefly smiled. "Oh alright, well I'm sorry for bothering you then" I said as I started to turn away. "You can come wait inside if you'd like. He should be home any minute" The man said stopping me. I looked back at him. I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I'll just talk to him another time" I said not wanting to intrude on this poor mans home because I needed to apologize to Chris. He shook his head.

"No I insist, please come in" He said opening the door wider so I could come inside. I just looked at him as he motioned me inside. I sighed before looking at the road and then at the door. If I wasn't so desperate I would turn and walk away. But the thought of Chris being angry with me was something I couldn't live with for another 24 hours.

I walked through the door. "Thank you" I said as I walked inside. The inside was nice. There was a living room and a small kitchen next to it. There was a lounge chair right in front of a tv I think was 50 years old. I smiled at the house. Nice, Simple, grandma's-house vibes. It felt like home.

My house felt like a business office with how many people were in and out of there. The amount of pictures that were perfectly lined on the walls and even some of the cabinets in the kitchen that were labeled 'don't touch' made me feel like my house was a walking museum, much less a home. I think the only room I was allowed to touch was my own, and that was after my mother ripped down my posters and hung framed ones that read designer brands because they 'looked more classy'.

I turned and looked at the man as he closed the door. "I thought you were Chris at first, that boy is always forgetting his key" He smiled shaking his head. I smiled at him. He walked towards the kitchen. "Would you like some lemonade? I made it myself this morning" He smiled at me pulling out two cups. I smiled at him. How could I say no to that? I nodded.

"I would love some" I said as he poured the glasses. He walked over handing me the cup. He motioned to the couch for me to sit as he sat in the lounge chair. "I'm Dan Sturniolo, Chris's grandfather" He said smiling at me. I smiled back. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Sturniolo" I said looking at him, he shook his head. "Please don't call me that, it makes me feel old. Call me Dan" He said laughing. I nodded.

"Now, what is your name dear?" Dan asked looking at me, drinking out of his cup. "Y/n, Y/n Labraut" I said looking at him. His eyes went wide as he looked at me and tilted my head. Yeah I get that reaction a lot. I smiled sadly at him. I got that reaction more often than not.

"Labraut?" He asked looking at me. I lifted the cup to my mouth before drinking some. Oh my gosh this was the best lemonade I've ever had. I nodded looking down. I hated this first conversation of introducing myself to someone new and hearing 'you're a Labraut?!'. It's exhausting. My parents have money, I don't. Treat me like everyone else please.

"So your dad is..." He trailed off. "Scott Labraut, yes" I nodded looking at me. He raised his eyebrows nodding. "Well" he breathed. "Chris's never brought home a girl before, let alone a Labraut" He smiled kindly at me. I blushed and looked down.

"Yeah well I wasn't really invited" I said quietly. He sighed. "Well you know Chris, he's...Chris" Dan sighed. I nodded. "Yeah" I breathed knowing what he meant. Chris was Chris. He's got a hard shell. His walls are built up high and I don't know why. I don't even know what I do wrong half the time. I just knew I was sorry.

For some unknown reason I feel a draw towards him in my life. Like I need him. Maybe it's because he's the only person who treats me like a normal human being. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

All of the sudden the door turned and opened revealing Chris on the other side. He sighed as he walked in. His eyes met his grandfather's before meeting mine. His expression changed to shocked face. He sighed again and looked at me. He's probably thinking, what the hell are you doing in my house, in my living room, drinking lemonade with my grandpa? Honestly I didn't know.

Chris closed the door behind him. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me looking defeated. I felt my heart turned and I set down the cup in my hands and turned towards him. "Chris! That is no way to talk to a lady" His grandfather scolded him. He looked over at him with a straight face and then back to me. "No it's fine really" I said looking at Dan.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again. I stood up off the couch and opened my mouth to speak. "She said she would like to speak with you Chris" Dan said before I could say anything. I looked at Dan and then at Chris. Chris pursed his lips before turning and walking down the hall. I watched him as he disappeared. I looked down at my feet. If anyone knew how to make me feel little, it was him.

"Go" Dan whispered over at me. I looked up at him as he motioned down the hall. I looked down the hall before walking around the couch and then down the hall. The last door was cracked open. I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Chris was setting down his keys on his dresser. His walls were lined with posters that read, "Good Charlotte", "Green Day", "Sleeping with the Sirens", etc. I smiled at them. I wished I could have posters in my room like this.

"I love green day" I whispered. He turned and looked at the poster on his wall and then back at me, smiling slightly. I smiled at him. He sat back on his bed and looked up at me, with his hands on his lap. I looked down at him. All of the sudden forgetting what I was doing there. I was standing in front of him as he sat on the bed in front of me. All I really wanted to do was push him back and climb on top of him, forgetting I was here to apologize.

"Y/n, stop doing that" He said snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and took a deep breath. He's right. Y/n, stop doing that. I sighed and sat down next to him. "Chris, I'm sorry" I breathed. He just stayed silent next to me. I looked down at my hands. "I guess I don't really know what I'm apologizing for, but I know that I'm sorry" I said shaking my head.

"I know what I said made you upset, and I don't know why, but I know I did something wrong from the way you stormed off and the way that Nate yelled at me and It's been eating me alive and I just don't want you to be upset with me or decide that you don't want to be my friend anymore because the way that this is starting isn't going so good, but I still want to be your friend even if you don't want to be mine. Not that I'm like forcing you to be friends with me, if you don't I understand I've been a total bitch and I-" I was rambling.

I bit my tongue. Chris didn't look over at me. I didn't know how to act around him. I was paincky and sweaty and nervous. Why was I so nervous? I took a deep breath.

"I shouldn't have asked about your personal life. I overstepped and I'm sorry" I said quietly. Silence. He was good at that. Not saying anything, so I never knew if he accepted the apology or not. "And I realize now how creepy it was to show up at your house and force you to listen to me apologize to you" I laughed lightly. He didn't laugh. I stopped laughing quickly. I never knew what he was thinking and I hated it. The silence he gave me was always so horrible. I think I'd rather him yell at me than stay quiet.

"I'll leave if you want me to leave" I whispered after a few seconds. He still didn't say anything. I took that as a hint. He wanted me to leave. I swallowed and nodded before standing up off the bed. I looked down at him. His eyes were fixated on his shoes. I opened my mouth to say something else but closed it quickly. Just go Y/n. I turned on my heels and started to walk towards the door.

My first friend who wasn't Sydney and I blew it within a day. I'm so good at this. My hand reached up and I started to turn the nob when he spoke.

"Y/n, don't-" He breathed. I stopped and turned around. He looked at me with a sad expression. "Don't leave please" He said quietly. I bit my lip and looked down. What did he want me to do? I apologized. He didn't really accept it. That's that right? He ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry I just wish that-" He stopped. I walked back over to him and sat down next to him as he looked in front of him. I wish I could know what he was thinking. I knew I couldn't , no matter how hard I tried. The way he was always quiet and if he wasn't quiet, he was yelling or starting a fight. His mind is something I always try to attempt to figure out but it's like solving a Rubik's cube. It's defeating.

He looked over at me. I just looked at him silently begging for him to give me something, anything. "I don't know how to do this" He said looking at me. I smiled. "I don't either" I said back. He smiled sadly and looked down.

"I just wish that you could know everything, but I don't know how to give it to you" He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't know what he was talking about, but it was something. Something I could work with. In the short time I've known Chris, I've learned pushing him for information does absolutely nothing. He was going to break open with time, I couldn't push that.

"It's okay" I said quietly. I knew he didn't have any reason to trust me. I wanted to gain that trust but I knew it was only going to come with time. He pursed his lips still looking away from me. He tapped his foot on the ground. "You don't have to apologize for what happened today" He said quietly. I opened my mouth to defend myself yet again but he stopped me.

"Can I ask you something?" He said looking up at me. Anything. I blinked at him. "Why do you apologize so much?" He asked. I took a deep breath. I looked down at my hands and shrugged.

"I don't know" I whispered. He stayed quiet beside me, listening. He was good at that.

"I feel like everyone around me never gives me a chance" I said shaking my head. "Like everyone already has their mind made up about me, and maybe it's true, what they think at least" I said looking down. I've had a constant fear my whole life that I was what everyone's imagination made out of me.

"I feel like my whole life I've been trying to disprove everything everyone thinks about me and I guess that comes with apologizing, when I fail to meet someone's expectations for me." I explained. "I guess that also comes with giving in, just apologizing even when I don't even know what it's for, I just know I'm sorry because I did something wrong. I get it, I fall short sometimes, but I feel like I'm put on this unrealistic exception of who I should be, and no one really cares of who I actually am." I said thinking over all of the relationships in my life.

"So when I'm around people the lines between who they want me to be and who I am start to become blurrier the more I try to be who they want me to be." I said furrowing my eyebrows. I looked over at him. He just looked at me. "You're the only person in the world who knows about my parents and the stupid tattoo I want, or what I actually think about things" I breathed looking at him.

"I feel like you're the only person who I don't have to pretend around. It's....refreshing" I said looking at him. He smiled slightly. "But in my life I know that that's not what other people want from me, they want the girl who never steps out of line, the girl who can sit there and smile for the picture, the girl who they know would do anything to please another person" I said shaking my head thinking about it.

"The girl they respect" I mumbled. I looked down at my hands. "You don't always have to be who they want you to be" Chris said beside me. I looked up at him. "Chris, it's not that simple" I breathed. "When I was born, I didn't immediately get the excitement of being able to mess up, or be whoever I wanted to be" I said shaking my head. "I was born to be a Labraut" I sighed.

"I feel like my parents only started liking me when I started dating Max. So for him, I'd anything not to lose him, because If I lose him I lose my parents." I said shaking my head. "They would never forgive me. I'd be exactly who they think I am." I said leaning back. "A disappointment" I breathed.

"So when Max and I fight I know that I can't fight back, because I know I'd lose him. I learned at a very early age that standing up for yourself does nothing but trouble for yourself. So I do anything to make him stay." I said feeling a lump start to form in my throat. I don't know what Chris brings out of me, but every time I'm around him I feel like a truth serum has been poured into me, and I don't know if it's a good thing.

"You mean like.." He trailed off and I looked at him. His eyes glanced over my body and then back to my eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he looked up at me with hurt in his eyes. I turned away from him and wiped the stray tear that was attempting to fall. I took a deep breath. I know what he's thinking. I'm weak. I'm a pushover. I just give in. I'm not making a good impression, but I'm trying.

"I'm telling you all of this because I feel like with you I don't have to try" I breathed. "That I can just be me" I explained. "I feel like in front of my friends I'm expected to be someone and I'm sorry that I got so in my head about it that I potentially messed this up" I said looking over at him. He just blinked at me.

"I've just never had a friend like you before" I whispered meeting his eyes. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. He was good at those. Hiding his thoughts in his head. I used to be good at that, until I was around him. Then the flood gates open and my secrets are washed up in the floor in front of us, me not understanding how they got there.

"Trust me, I've never had a friend like you before either" He whispered back making me smile. His knee moved to where it was pressing next to mine. I felt it more than I should have in the moment. He didn't do it intently, but with him everything felt intentional.

"People are scared of me, don't really give me a chance either" He said quietly beside me. I looked up at him and smiled. The corners of his mouth curled up and he looked down. It made me feel comforted that he at least tired to empathize what I go through.

I don't know why I care about saving this friendship but I do, and it's all that consumed me lately. He looked down at my hand that held my bracelet. His fingers grazed over my wrist and I pulled my hand away out of reflex. He looked up at me.

"Sorry I-" I started to say but stopped. I held out my arm again and showed him. "It's nothing special, I just found it in a pawn shop on South 8th-" I started rambling. He didn't speak as he lifted the bracelet into his hands and moved his fingers between the little tiny stars that were hanging from them. He then turned my wrist over and grazed his thumb over two small cuts in the center of my wrist. I pulled my arm away and placed both my hands in my lap, not looking at him.

I could feel his gaze on me liking burning heat. I looked down in my lap. The two small cuts on my wrists were the only two that circulated on seen skin. I felt my face grow hot of embarrassment. I didn't know what to say.

"I like being your friend Y/n" He said quietly. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled sadly at me. We were still sitting close, knees pressed together, on the edge of his bed. His eyes glanced down to my lips and I felt the beat in my chest more prominently than before.

What I hated about this situation was I know what those lips taste like. I've felt them in between my own before. I've felt his tongue move in my mouth the way that sugar does with the sweetest candy. Him looking at me like this feels like how I presume a line of coke feels sitting in front of a recovering addict.

I was the first to look away, breaking the tension between us. I swallowed and stood up. If I create distance, there is no temptation. I looked down at him. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?" I asked looking at him. He looked surprised and then nodded looking down. I smiled before turning towards the door, but I heard him started to stand up.

"I-Uh-I'll walk you home" He stated. I turned around and shook my head. "No it's fine really" I said looking at him, but he was already walking towards me. "M-Max's waiting on me" I lied quickly. He stopped and looked at me. He nodded and looked down.

"Okay, I'll see you at school" He mumbled before sitting back down on his bed. I looked at him for a moment before turning and walking out of the room and saying a quick goodbye to his grandpa.

I don't know why I lied. I guess I just couldn't be around him for too long before I started to wonder what he tasted like again. Create distance, avoid temptation. At least that's why I keep telling myself. Which is going to be really hard considering we were officially friends now.

I walked the rest of the way home thinking about this, him, me, my life. It's all too much to think about at one time. I intentionally overwhelmed myself. My head was spinning by the time I made it to my front door. It was after dark, my parents were probably locked behind their bedroom for the rest of the night.

I walked in my room and fell onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I should get one of those glow-in-the-dark star stickers to put on my ceiling. So that I can feel somewhat at peace when I'm not outside looking at the real stars. They are little kiddish though, my parents would never let me get them.

I roll over and turn off the lamp that was the only thing providing dim lighting. The room went dark and rolled over hugging my pillow thinking about the things that I said, the things I wish I had said. The things I did, the things that I wish I did. I opened my eyes quickly.

Thinking them and actually doing them are too completely different things, but it still feels wrong. Should I want to kiss another boy? A boy that wasn't my boyfriend? Is that wrong to feel? It feels wrong to feel.

We were friends and I should embrace that. Which means no more looking at his mouth. No more leaving myself in a locked room with him. Just simply friends, who wave at each other in the hallway and occasionally see each other outside of school at social events if they happen to run into each other. My breathing returned to normal. I could do this. I will be fine. Me and Max will stay together and Chris and I will be friends and life will go on.

Yet, I can stop thinking about his long brown hair that falls perfectly over his eyes and his bright blue eyes as I doze off to sleep.

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themultifanshipper · 24 days

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Really, even though you were friends, the last thing Logan should be asking the Williams HR representative about, in her office, is sex.

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So yeah, this was probably breaching several clauses in both your contracts.

But Logan came into your office, looking a bit sheepish, and sat down on the grey sofa in the corner without a word. You just stared at him, waiting for him to say something, but he just avoided your gaze.

"What can I do for you Logan?"

He didn't answer, just squinting at the floor, contemplative.

He came into your office quite often. Probably more than was strictly appropriate but after all, you used to be on the media team and had become friends with most of the drivers during your years at williams. Usually Logan and Alex (and occasionally others who "happened to be passing by") would come in for a chat, generally cheerful or angry or sad, depending on the kind of day they were having.

Today however, Logan was fully silent.

"Logan?"

He squinted again, this time at you, trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind.

"Lo, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong"

He took a deep breath before responding.

"So you know I'm a virgin, right?"

You, in fact, did not know that. You didn't think you were that close a friend, although you didn't exactly mind. It was just a bit sudden.

"What?!"

"Well technically I had sex once but it went really badly. And I haven't had any practice since, because I'm scared of picking up girls because I don't know what I'm doing and I'm an F1 driver so I'm supposed to be having loads of sex but imagine I'm really bad and it got out, it would be super embarrassing and I'd have to ask you, my friend, for an NDA about bad sex, which is just another level of weird and I'd hate for you to stop tal-"

"Logan!"

He stopped ranting and looked at you, obviously feeling rather vulnerable.

"Logan... have you just come into my office to tell me you're inexperienced at sex?"

He pursed his lips and frowned.

"Yes"

"Okay.... why?"

"Because I want you to teach me how to pleasure a woman"

He looked you straight in the eyes, with way too much confidence for someone who was suddenly eligible for a lawsuit.

You raised your eyebrows at him. "Logan, couldn't have waited until... oh I don't know, until we weren't in our workplace to ask me for sex?"

"Um... I guess?" He had the audacity to look embarrassed. "I'm sorry if I read this wrong. Do you uhh- not want to?"

You studied him for a second. What the fuck. It wasn't that the idea was unappealing, he was an attractive young driver with probably incredible stamina. Which is why you found the idea of him being inexperienced so odd. And why was he asking you for... guidance? A lesson? It was weird to think of him as anything other than your friend slash coworker Logan, who you had now known for nearly two years.

If someone had told you this morning that this is how your day was going to go, you would have told them to fuck off and gone back to sleep. You realised you must be taking too long to respond when Logan sighed and rubbed his face.

"Okay nevermind, I'm sorry I brought it up, we can just- pretend this conversation never happened"

He sounded almost sad as he got up to leave but stopped as you blurted out "No, wait!"

He stared at you questioningly.

"I'll do it" You sounded breathless "I'll teach you- how to do uhh... sex. With me."

His eyes lit up as he laughed "I hope you'll be more articulate than that "

"Oh fuck off" you hit his shoulder in retaliation "You're the one who looked like you were going to shit a brick when you walked in here!"

"Hey! That's a low blow" He pouted.

The atmosphere became more comfortable with the bickering but there was still an undercurrent of nervousness. He took a couple of steps towards you and leaned in but you stopped him with a hand on his unsurprisingly firm chest.

"You want to do this now?" You hissed "Are you fucking mental?"

He pouted again "why not, the bosses aren't here today, it's just us, and the engineers working on the cars" He wiggled his eyebrows.

Well when you put it that way....

Fuck's sake.

You leaned in slowly, as if aiming for his mouth before swerving at the last second and pecked him on the cheek before whispering in his ear. "Lock the door for me will you, darling?"

His eyes darkened "Yes ma'am" and he turned away to lock the door.

You sat down on the sofa and spread your legs, beckoning him over and silently motioning for him to kneel between them. He did so and put his hands on your thighs, then looked up at you expectantly.

Oh, right. You were supposed to be teaching him.

"Okay so first you're gonna want to get me naked"

He giggled at your obvious statement before hooking his fingers into your waistband. "Sure thing, princess" Pulling them down and off, underwear soon following as he let out a breath, eyes and hands roaming over your newly exposed skin. "Shit, you're already so wet." He looked up at you again.

"Can I?" He asked.

So polite.

"Be my guest" you smiled at him as he lowered his body. He kissed the inside of your thighs, slowly inching towards where you needed him most. When he got there, you let out a strained half-sigh half-moan as he licked a stripe from your taint to your clit. The noise made him look up as he licked his lips, eye contact making you shiver. He then spread your thighs further and immediately buried his face between them like man starved, making a valiant effort to find your clit with his tongue.

"A bit lower- lower- a bit right. Wait no, your right"

He followed your instructions dilligently and when he found it, he sucked on your clit with fervour, which made you gasp and let out a shaky moan. "There, right there." as your right hand weaved itself into his hair.

Eyes on yours, he blinked up at you and you nodded to tell him he was doing a good job. Satisfied, he carried on, closing his eyes in concentration.

You grabbed one of his hands and started licking at his fingers, it startled him a bit and he looked back up at you, still surprisingly efficient with his mouth. The sight was absolutely sinful, blonde hair a mess, eyes blown wide, tongue out, working over your flesh. When you sucked one of his fingers into your mouth, straight down to the knuckle, he groaned, the vibrations making your hips twitch. You slid a second finger into your mouth, then a third, ensuring they were nice and wet, then pulled them out. "You can start putting them inside now".

He put the first one in, reaching so much deeper than you could manage on your own, all the while still lapping at your clit. You were so wet it didn't take long for a second one to join as he pushed them in and out gently.

"Okay now sort of hook them upwards" you showed him the movement with your own hand and he nodded, hooking his fingers and it felt so good you moaned quite loudly, hoping none of the engineers would be passing by your part of the building. He put a third finger in and the stretch was delicious as he pressed upwards again and flattened his tongue over your clit.

You could slowly feel an orgasm building and he felt you clench around his fingers, going slightly faster with both his hand and mouth.

"Oh god whatever you do, do not stop!" You panted above him as he used his other hand to hook a leg over his shoulder and he sat up a bit, changing your position slightly and making his fingers hit even deeper inside you.

"Fuck!" You clenched around his fingers as you came hard and he slowed down, helping you ride it out for a while before you had to physically push him off because he wanted to seemingly carry on forever.

"Geez Lo, give a girl a minute, yeah?" You laughed, a bit out of breath. You felt boneless as Logan started kissing his way up your body and finally sealed his mouth over yours. His face was sticky, and your hands went to his hair and pulled on it, hard, making him groan into the kiss. You pulled his head back and he whined, hips bucking against the sofa, searching for some relief. You lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Please" he panted. You glanced down.

"Need some help down there, soldier?"

He grinned, lopsided. "Sargeant, actually"

Oh yes, you were going to have some fun with this one.

Based on true events that happened to me last week. Only difference is it was in my appartment, and I didn't actually come.

Hope you enjoyed, stay posted for more filth to come!

Do I use too much italics? Probably. Do I care? Not one iota.

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mins-fins · 1 month

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where do we go

&&. conversations between lung destroyi— i mean, smoking cigarettes.

pairing: lee donghyuck x gn!reader

genre: some weird thing idk..

warnings: smoking, readers got some bad friends

word count: 0.9k

notes: can you believe this.. TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY!??? okay my first hyuck post today was a timestamp i posted while on the bus home but hey!! two posts in one day is crazy.. also both of them being for haechan, i don't like him guys i just had two good ideas containing smoking and he was the first idol that came to mind 😖 he's the loml fr 💗 but no no no im not a sunflower dont get it wrong 🙏 also i dont smoke, based this off shit i've read and observing all the adults in my life who smoke around me 🙁 dont crucify me for not being accurate #smokers

"you have a lighter?"

the question strikes you as odd. you snap out of your street lamp gazing and turn to the stranger beside you. you blink a few times, as if you couldn't fathom why such a question would be asked. the stranger waits patiently for your answer, mouth seemingly zipped shut after asking the question. "what?" you inquire like an idiot.

"a lighter" he reiterates, raising an inflammable joint tucked between his index and middle finger in the air. you allow for your mouth to form a small 'o', and you clear your throat, suddenly feeling flustered. he snickers lightly, and your almost afraid that he's laughing at you. "you don't smoke?"

you smile weakly, just sighing as you begin rummaging through your pockets. "no it's just.. today's not my day, i'm upset about some shit that's all" when you finally find the lighter you remember you placed into your pocket, you passed it over to him with a throw. "here".

the stranger doesn't seem to be that interested in your lighter anymore, his face coloring in concern at the sound of you being upset. you aren't sure why he even cares, there's no reason for him to. you ignore his look of concern, just rubbing your eyes. "oh? what's upsetting you so much?"

you allow for yourself to snort at the words. "it's nothing, really, i don't want to burden you with my issues" you dismiss him with a wave, watching as he lights the cigarette and takes his first drag of the joint.

"no please" he responds, blowing the smoke out through his lips. he tosses you back your lighter. "you gave me your lighter, so i'll sit here and listen to you vent your issues" he places a prideful hand on his chest, as if you were supposed to celebrate him for that or something.

"wow, should i clap for you to honor such generosity?"

"well you don't have to, but i would love if you did" oh! so this guy is a comedian, your tongue pokes through your inner cheek as you let out another silent sigh, straightening your posture in your seat. your train isn't coming for another ten minutes.

"oh lord where are my manners? lee donghyuck!" he pairs a charming smile with his introduction, and you almost laugh (key word: almost) at the allure of this stranger. he holds out his hand for you to take, presumably for a handshake, and it's not like it'll kill you or anything, so you take his hand, shaking it.

"l/n y/n" you respond, he doesn't hold your hand for long, his grip quickly slipping away from yours as he leans back in his seat sighing.

"alright then, y/n" he begins, playing with the joint in his fingers. "what's making you so upset tonight?"

"do i have to tell you?"

"would you rather sit here in silence and watch me destroy my lungs?"

the answer to that question is easy, no, when given the ultimatum, talking about your issues seems much easier than whatever else he was saying. "it's just— my friends suck! they call me overdramatic for wanting birthday gifts and then they proceed to blow up my phone with texts!"

donghyuck raises an eyebrow, blowing out more smoke. "they didn't even try to get you gifts?"

"they didn't even remember my birthday!" you shout, getting more and more irritated as you recall the incident. "i've literally gotten ignored all day, they only just remembered like two hours ago! can you believe that?"

"what a bunch of assholes.." he mumbles, a smell of burnt cigarettes in the air. "what kind of friends are those?"

"right? and now they're just expecting me to answer their calls!? they can go to hell for all i care!"

"petty" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, his smile doesn't go unnoticed by you, he has such a nice smile, you note. "i like it" he says again, playing with the joint in his fingers.

"i have every right to be petty, they don't deserve my attention.." you brush dust off your sweater, looking forward at the train tracks, your eyes cast up at the board which usually displays how long until your train comes. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me".

"what's wrong now?"

"train is delayed".

"ah" donghyuck resists the urge to laugh at your look of defeat, he doesn't want to upset you. "guess were gonna have to walk home".

you groan at the idea, but you stand up, though begrudgingly. "i don't live anywhere near this place" you shove your hands into your pockets, now annoyed by the fact that you'll have to walk home, just another horrible thing to add onto your horrible day.

"well, we could always walk together".

at donghyuck's suggestion, you give him a baffled look, and he finally does laugh at the look you share with him, taking another drag of the joint tucked between his fingers. "were still strangers, i'm not sure that's safe".

"you gave me your lighter, were basically soulmates".

the statement makes a baffled chortle escape your lips, and you click your tongue at his words. you try your best to ignore the constant buzzing of your phone. "wow, your a comedian aren't you?"

"a proud one too".

the words get another laugh out of you, and you look down at the floor, at your moving feet. "at least let me walk you out of the station, i don't want to leave you here".

"how endearing, lee donghyuck" you tease, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes. he seems to like those words, because he allows for his lips to turn up into a grin. he drops his cigarette onto the ground and puts it out with his foot. "fine, i'll let you walk me out".

"thank you! i won't disappoint!"

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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saerotonins · 11 months

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jotaro and boobies

ft. kujo jotaro x gn!reader (headcanons + scenario)

content warnings: 4taro, fluff, jotaro being a cute pookie, suggestive (? but just to be sure), reader has boobs, just some corny shit i decided to write, not beta read

wc: 1127

while i definitely agree that he's a thigh man, he appreciates boobies too!

any size, any kind, his hands WILL fit

sometimes or most of the time it's not even sexual, he just likes to touch them because he likes the feel of them

a free stress ball for him if you will

at this point your bras are useless, what's the point of having them when his hands are RIGHT THERE

would be willing to be your bra if he could tbh

he's kinda obsessed with them and would be glad if you're down to prance around your shared apartment with no top on

on a particularly really stressful day, he just wants to lay his hands on your boobies and call it a day

maybe squish them but not too much

would probably fall asleep while he holds them

the hold he has on them is really comfortable, this man's hands are the perfect cups (hah, see what i did there, ok bye)

jotaro came home later than usual due to some deadlines that he had to catch from office. while this is not unusual, today is particularly draining for him since his research partner decided to be more difficult than they were before.

"you're still awake," was the first thing he said the moment he entered the door. the sight before him is welcoming and cozy. with you sitting comfortably on the couch with your pajamas and socks and the comforter hanging around really made you look inviting. immediately, he somehow felt his shoulders lighten up a bit.

his voice made you look in his direction and he could clearly see how happy you were to finally see him home, safe and sound. these are the mundane things he looks forward to every day. the domesticity makes his heart full and happy, and while he'd be damned to admit it out loud, it's something that he wouldn't trade for the world.

you stood up and walked up to him to greet him with a chaste kiss on the lips, "welcome home, darling, food's waiting for you in the dining table, come?" jotaro nods to your invitation. you held his hands as you gently guide jotaro towards the dining room. the patter of your sock-clad feet as you walk sounds relaxing, he thinks.

"the food is a little cold but we can heat it up," you said as you sat, "this is fine, i'm starving," you knew what he said is extremely true since you noticed that he immediately inhaled the food served in front of him.

jotaro must have noticed that despite being seated with him, you were not eating, "why aren't you eating?" he asked out of concern.

"i already ate a while ago, i just want to make sure you'll have a hearty dinner since you seem tired when you came in," your answer made pause as he chewed his food.

he cannot believe how lucky he got. if he told his teenage self that he would find love that will wait for him until the sun sets and prepare him a meal ready to eat when he comes home, dote on him on the regular and makes him feel special, he would've been beaten up.

"something wrong, dear?"

your voice seems to snap jotaro out of his thoughts. he shakes his head and continues on with his dinner.

by bedtime, jotaro settles himself in bed while trying to read a book. while the dinner and shower he had earlier somehow let some tension out, he cannot help but feel like it's not enough. something is still weighing his heart down and he couldn't shake it away even if he tries.

the comfortable silence in your bedroom is suddenly interrupted by your phone.

"what's that?"

"oh, i'm just watching a drama that i started yesterday,"

jotaro hummed as acknowledgment. while he would like to stay up with you and keep up with your interests, the yawn he let out thinks otherwise.

"you should sleep now sweetheart, you're pretty tired today, i'll wear my earphones so you won't get bothered," you didn't hear an answer from him, instead, you felt him shift on the bed and put his arms around your waist. a smile was brought up on your face. such a simple gesture yet you know it's jotaro's way of saying that he appreciates you even in his worst days.

a few minutes passed, the silent whirl of your air conditioner enveloped your room. while all is well and cozy, jotaro still couldn't help but feel like something is missing. exhaustion from his body telling him to sleep, the warmth of your body beside his, the early call time that he has to meet tomorrow, yet none of those things were enough to make him fall asleep.

until jotaro had an idea.

he initially thinks it's stupid but it's worth a try.

while you were focused on the show that you were watching, you felt jotaro poking your shoulders.

"what's wrong, why aren't you asleep yet?" you asked jotaro while you take your earphones off.

there was a slight pause in the air and you swear you feel the hesitation but opt to let him speak once he's ready.

"can i– can i touch your breast?" jotaro feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. he feels like a stupid teenager for asking such a ridiculous request.

while you were shocked to say the least, entertaining a simple request from your beloved shouldn't be a problem

"okay," jotaro could practically hear the amusement on your voice but he couldn't care less. once the green light is given to him, you can feel his calloused yet gentle hands go under your shirt and towards your boobs.

you feel him cup you breast gently, "is this fine?" you gave him a subtle nod. it's actually quite comfortable, you thought. his hands provided warmth and his hold is gentle enough not to hurt you, like his hand is a mold of your bosom.

you can hear jotaro release a sigh of relief in your ear and felt him cuddle closer towards you.

the two of you stayed that way while you continuously watch your show until some time, you felt his hold from your chest loosen, indicating that he finally fell asleep.

you smile at the thought and decided to close your phone and shut your eyes, ready to meet jotaro in your dreams.

ever since that faithful night, jotaro always asks if he could touch your breasts from time to time while you cuddle or take a nap if his day gets too overwhelming for him.

and you couldn't be any happier to oblige to his request.

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro fluff #jotaro x reader #jotaro x you #jjba fluff #jjba x you #jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x you #jotaro x y/n

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multifandoms27-blog · 2 years

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Light Yagami Relationship HC's

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Content: Light Yagami x gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Light murdering your friends, break up

Notes: This turned into more than relationship HC's, but this has also been in my drafts for a while and I just wanted to get it over with lol

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Lol

You're FUNNY if you think you could actually love Light Yagami

it's me. i'm funny.

Yeah, anyway-

Pre-Kira? Mans is alright. Doesn't exactly understand some relationship stuff, like the importance of affection other than soft kisses, but wont be afraid to ask

Will also probably make sure of your boundaries once the relationship starts

Wont start out head over heels, I think Light is somewhat of a demiromantic/sexual. It'll take him a while before he's head over heels for you.

Mostly a respectful boyfriend, if not clueless when it comes to this, again. Nothing wrong with that.

Now, post-Kira Light?

oh shit

He will still make sure of your boundaries, but he will begin to push at them after a while. See what your limit really is

This may lead him to using you like how he would use Misa, the only difference being that he actually had feelings for you

Speaking of Misa, he informs you of his decision to "date" her

Honestly? You broke up with him because of it. And good on you. You deserve wayyy better than that. However...

Nobody leaves Light Yagami heartbroken. You will be the true diety of the new world alongside him! No other woman or man or person matters other than you- can't you see that?!

He'll go on a desperate rant to you in the rain a couple weeks after your breakup. It was the first time he had seen you since then.

Of course, it's going to take more than begging to get you to go back to him. So, you leave him in the rain.

If he sees you with anyone else, he's finding a way to put their name in the notebook. He can't stand the thought of someone else having you but him - no matter the gender.

Eventually he tells you that Misa knows their relationship is fake and lies that he's free to date other people. He then explains the Shinigami eye deal to you (you already knew about the Kira part) and begs once again for you to come back

You tell him you have to think about it. On the surface, he accepts that answer, but in reality he's angry that you wont take him back

But, he knows if he gets angry, that you wont go back to him. Then who would he rule with?

Eventually you decide to get back with him, but you want your relationship on the down low

"Oh, because of my public relationship with Misa? I understand. That's actually pretty sma-"

"No. It's because I don't want to be made a fool out of." You responded coldly.

"W-wait, so I can't tell...anyone?" Light stood, grabbing your shoulders.

"No. Just like I haven't told anyone about the notebook, or that you're Kira." You glanced away. It was for the best.

Ryuk laughed hard that day.

Light was convinced that you wanted to keep it a secret because you had feelings for somebody else, and he just simply couldn't have that.

Suddenly, criminals stopped dying and people you knew were dying instead

Knowing it was Light, you knew he'd only stop if you allowed him to make your relationship known.

"Light- Light please." You begged, tears falling down your face as the fourth friend died this week. "Please, stop killing them..."

"But why should I? I'm afraid they might take you from me." Light caressed your cheek.

"I'll- I'll let you make our relationship known! Just please stop killing them!" You cried.

Light grinned. "I'm glad you've come to see the error of your ways. Very well, (Y/n). I'll stop killing your little friends once I make our relationship known."

Relieved, you embraced him. His grin widened, as the rest of your friends' names were already pre-written in the notebook with times and dates. He planned to make your relationship known after. It would send a message to you to not defy him, your future husband, again. And it would send a message to everyone else to avoid you, leaving you to be his and his alone.

#light yagami x you #light yagami x y/n #light yagami x reader #light yagami #death note #death note light yagami #doot noot #yandere light yagami

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delicate-luv · 10 months

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Two Become One ~ Chapter Two

Summary: The morning after a night spent with Eddie, your suspicions begin to rise on who he really is.

CW: 18+, MDNI, one night stands, cheating, mention of miscarriage, mention of pregnancy, home wrecking, minimal use of Y/N, fem!reader,

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You rubbed your eyes that morning, not recognizing where you were. You had a pounding headache and never felt more like a zombie in your life. You let out a loud groan as you flipped onto your other side, making the whole bed shake.

'Shit. I should not have done that.'

You regretted doing that as soon as you heard the man next to you yawn and slowly sit up.

"Woah. Who the fuck are you?" He jumped up, seeing a mysterious woman in his bed.

"I'm y/n. I was at your show last night. You invited me here.”

He put his palms over his face. "Oh, shit."

You could tell he suddenly remembered what happened by the way his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose and he sighed. "You should leave. I should have never brought you here."

"Huh?"

"You can't be in here? I have- never mind. Anyway, you have to leave, now." His tone becoming more of an alarmed one.

He jumped up and ran into the kitchen. You chased after him. "What are you talking about? You gave me a cigarette with your number on it." What was so urgent? What is he hiding? Your hangover could wait.

"Wait, what? I only give those out to fans who think they'll have a chance with me. They call me, and I never answer. It's only to instill false hope that I'll sleep with them. I never actually sleep with them!" He became frantic, shoving a pair of black skinny jeans on, whispering yelling "shit!" and "fuck!" amongst mumbling other obscenities that you couldn't quite make out.

"What time is it?" He asked in a panic, slipping on a black tank top.

You looked at a nearby clock on the wall. "Just about 10 a.m."

"Son of a bitch! I have to go. You can find your own way out." He ran out the door, grabbing his keys and wallet.

The fuck was that for?

Before you wanted to even process that fact that you cheated on Ezra last night, you decided to do something even more morally wrong. You snooped around his apartment, trying to find pieces of his life. You needed to know more. He seemed too perfect. Not a single rockstar lives a perfect life and isn't hiding something deep.

The first place you looked was his nightstand. He had guitar pics lined up, a pair of die, some old photographs, a pack of condoms, nothing out of the ordinary. You then walked over to his closet. There was a shoe box filled with things that had 'Otis' written on the front in black sharpie. There was a hand drawn heart that was also on the front.

Your heart was telling you to rip open that box, and dig through the belongings. Your brain was telling you no, to give him privacy. You were always the person who did what your brain wanted, but in this case, you followed your heart.

The first thing you saw was a sonogram picture. You let out a loud gasp and immediately regretted your decision. You closed the box up quickly and ran out of his house. You called Scarlett to pick you up down the road.

You couldn't believe what you had done.

Half of the car ride home was spent with you staring out the window, rethinking the recent events.

"What's so bad? You were gonna cut things off with Ezra soon anyways."

"Scarlett, it's different." You groaned.

"How, exactly?"

"I snooped through his things." You said quietly, full of shame. It was just loud enough for her to hear.

"Oh my god!" She gasped. "You know that's top 10 things not to do during a hookup."

"I couldn't help it. There's just something that I saw in him."

"Yeah yeah, if I got a penny for every time you said that, I'd be rich right now."

"So, do you want to know what I saw?"

"Lay it on me. I don't think this story could get any worse."

"I opened a shoebox that has 'Otis' written on it. I just thought it would be like a box for a dog, because Otis is, like, a dog name. But no, there was a sonogram picture. I didn't take a good look at anything else but I could tell it was bad. There was a lot of light blue, which I'm assuming could be baby clothes, maybe a baby blanket?"

Scarlett slammed on the breaks, "Jesus Christ! y/n l/n is a home wrecker!" She broke out into laughter.

"Scarlett! It's not funny! I think I just had a one night stand with a man with a baby! He could even be married!"

"Was he wearing a ring?"

"He was wearing a lot of rings. I didn't get a good glance at his ring finger." You started to bite your nails anxiously. You knew you had to call the number on the cigarette.

You thought about Eddie and his situation for the remainder of the day. 'Was he married? Was Otis even his baby? Why didn't you see or hear a baby the entire night? Maybe he and his partner had a miscarriage? Is his partner pregnant right now? Why didn't he say something?' The many possibilities roamed your head and kept you up that night. You knew you had to do something to fix this mess you've created.

You were the girl all of the people in your town knew and loved. Your life was always the talk of the town. You had the perfect life, perfect boyfriend, perfect house, perfect friends, perfect clothes, perfect job. Who knew you would be the one to break up a family?

After a week of the thoughts eating you alive, you couldn't take it anymore. You dialed the number on the cigarette, but there was no answer. You knew what was coming, there was no other choice.

You drove over to Eddie's home. You needed answers. Luckily, you could easily find where he lived since it was the only trailer park in town.

When you arrived at his trailer, you slammed the car door shut. Anger fueled your walk to his front door. You were finally going to get the answer you deserved.

You banged on the front door multiple times until a voice could be heard from the inside.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, relax!"

He slightly opened the door, sighing in disappointment when he saw it was you, and slamming it back shut. Before he could get the door all the way closed, you stopped it with your foot.

"Eddie, we need to talk." You opened the door wider to reveal Eddie shirtless, and he was bouncing a 2 year old on his hip. You gasped. "Is this your-"

"Yep. Now what do you want?"

"Are you married? What was that one night stand to you?"

He shrugged. "Well, that one night stand to me, was a one night stand. I don't know what you mean."

"Are you married?"

"Not anymore."

Your mouth fell open. You immediately jumped to conclusions, thinking you were the reason they are no longer married. "Did I possibly...have anything to do with the fact that you are no longer married?"

He quickly denied. "No....I don't get it. Is there something important or...?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a son?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I had to tell complete strangers about my son." He said in his classic, sarcastic tone.

You were admiring his tattoos and his muscles for so long that you jumped out of the trance when his son started to cry.

"Are we done here? My son is hungry."

"Answer your phone next time and we won't have this problem." You said before letting the door close on him and walking away.

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dotspoetrycorner · 1 year

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hey! could you write something where the reader goes to Cynthia’s house after the party at frosty palace in 1x08 and comforts her/ confesses🫶

Cynthia x reader 1x8 request:

So that’s it I guess; the Pink Ladies are over. After the impromptu fall ball replacement at the Frosty Palace Buddy and Richie got into a fight, ending up with them in jail. Olivia was understandably upset, blaming Jane for the fight. Everyone broke off, first Olivia, then Cynthia, then Jane, then me, leaving Nancy behind to clean up the mess, literally. But the Pink Ladies have been the best thing to happen to me in a long time, it couldn’t just be over.

The normal response would be to do sad, but I just felt numb, like I couldn’t really process what just happened. I walked out of the frosty palace and just stared walking. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I didn’t want to go home. The original plan was for all of us to spend the night at Jane’s after the dance and I couldn’t explain to my parents why I was home, they’d ask too many questions. I just walked.

Normally, walking clears my head but right now its just making me think of everything more. The rain had started to calm down but it was still at a depressing drizzle. I started to recognize my surroundings. Cynthia’s neighborhood. I needed to be with her. Even if it was just us sitting on opposite sides of the couch starring at a wall. I needed to be with her. I took my heels oof and started running as fast as I could toward Cynthia’s house. In the next few minutes I was knocking on her door.

After a couple seconds, she answered. She was still in her dress from the dance, but also wearing one of her dad’s jackets, her hair a mess. She looked like she had been crying. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cynthia cry. We looked at each other for a moment, not sure what to do. Suddenly, Cynthia engulfed me in a hug. My body stiffened and I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Just as quickly as it started, she let go. We stared at each other for a split second before Cynthia broke eye contact and quickly sat on her couch. I hesitantly followed her, sitting down right beside her.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say. Should we talk about what happened? Or is that the last thing we should talk about? Do we need to process everything? Or do we just need a distraction? Finally I spoke.

“You know, with that jacket that outfit is a lot more you.” She just looked at me; I said the wrong thing. After a while she replied, “what’s wrong with me?” “What? There is nothing wrong with you.” I tried to reassure her. “There is! I couldn’t be apart of the t-birds, I don’t fit in with other girls, I’ve fallen in love with someone I really shouldn’t have, and we can’t even keep the pink ladies together!” Wait, what was that third one? She likes someone. I should have figured since she’s the one who asked shy guy to the fall ball.

Shit. This is about her not me. I'll deal with my feelings later. “No one ever feels like they fit in. Olivia will come around and forgive Jane. And in the mean time, I’m still here.” She looked at me, she’d started to cry again. Her eyes get so blue when she cries. Friends. We’re friends. She likes shy guy. I snapped out of in and continued, “and that other thing, shy guy adores you.” She sat up straight and looked confused “what? Shy- I don’t like shy guy.” Oh. “I just figured because you asked him to the dance and you’re friends and that always makes things more complicated.” Cynthia seemed to get really uncomfortable and quickly mumbled “yep sure does” before standing up and walking to the kitchen.

I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for her to come back, but she didn’t. I got up to go check on her, she was just standing at the counter, looking down. “hey are you okay?” She jumped then froze for a second before saying, “I’m fine. It’s just getting late. And it’s been a long night.” I didn’t want to push her to talk about something she didn’t want to, but I have to let her know I’m here for her. “Are you sure? Because you seemed at least sort of ok before-“ “I don’t wanna talk about it, ok?!” She snapped at me. She had never even so much as raised her voice at me before. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell,” she apologized, “it’s just complicated.” I stood next to her and mirrored her stance by the counter, my hand briefly brushing hers as I put it on the countertop. I went over there to say another variation of “you’re not alone” or “it’ll be ok” but once I started speaking its like I didn’t have control over my words anymore, I just had to tell her everything.

“I get it.” I started, “its like if you made a friend and they became your favorite person in the entire world, and they were your safe space, and even on your worst days they only have to make one joke to turn it all around, and they’re so different from you but somehow that’s why you’re perfect friends, and one day you realized you don’t want them to be just your friend, but its scary and you can’t tell them because-“ Cynthia stopped me, walking away saying “oh please, like anyone would ever reject you. Someone will talk to you for two minutes and fall in love with you. That’s not complicated, you just tell him and you’re fine.”

Alright. Here it goes: “Cynthia. It’s you.” She turned around to look at me, expressionless. That was the most terrifying part, I had no idea what she was thinking. She then walked up to me and kissed me. It was better than anything I could have possibly thought of. After a couple seconds we parted and just looked at each other, smiling. In true Cynthia fashion she said “I was talking about you. Earlier when I said-“ “yeah, I got that” I said laughing. She couldn’t just say “I like you too”? Gosh. I really, really like her.

The rest of the night we just sat on the couch, watching tv, just being together. Oddly enough, our dynamic didn’t change at all, just now she had her arm around me and we could kiss each other. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, or in the coming weeks, but I was perfectly happy being right here, right now.

#cynthia zdunowski #grease #rise of the pink ladies #cynthia zdunowski x reader

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uselesssomebody · 1 year

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𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 (𝕝) - eddie munson x reader

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“𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕣, 𝕚 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪, 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖” - tear in my heart | twenty øne pilots

words || 𝟜.𝟝𝕜

summary || in which eddie tries to help his crush out

a/n || still on my eddie munson shit ➵ this is part one, part two will be out soon ➵ i said it before i'll say it again: joel/pedro stans, this is your time, type up a lil request in my asks ➵ hostage!reader/celebrity!reader x bodyguard!bucky on the way? stay tuned! ➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff

eddie didn’t get calls from steve harrington all too often.

sure, now that they knew each other quite a bit better, he was privy to conversation as they hung out with their group of friends, but that had never extended to the more intimate, one-on-one experience that a phone call allowed.

picking up on this fact, eddie greeted steve with a cheeky remark.

“hey, sailor…whatcha calling at 11 on a friday night for?” his voice carried a faux-sultry cadence, akin to a seductress in a movie, and he smiled goofily when hearing the silence at the other hand. he could practically picture steve’s face, one of shock and - practically - horror, as steve wondered how best to react to the comment. eddie figured he should be used to it by now - the metalhead always jokingly teased and flirted with hawkins high’s very own.

“i - uh,” steve, on the other end of the line, had to blink a few times as he processed eddie’s strange tone, before brushing away the joke, “i need you to come over.”

eddie, who had been balancing the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he picked at a frayed string on his sweatpants, gasped - scandalized.

“steve! i am not a booty call!” he bit back a laugh as steve groaned aloud a ‘shut up’.

“munson!” the urgency in his voice caught eddie’s attention.

“sir, yes, sir.”

“come down here and help me out with your girl!” eddie - now having the roles reversed on him, blinked in confusion. as far as he knew, he didn’t have a girl. hell, he hardly even had any girl-friends, with nancy and robin both being far too busy for him to have hung out with in some time.

“i think you’ve got the wrong eddie munson, my friend. i am as celibate as they come.” steve rose an eyebrow - for sure that he was lying.

“i’m talking about that girl - uh, the one in your biology class.” suddenly, the pieces clicked into place, as eddie suppressed a smile.

oh, biology girl. of course, he knew her name, but he also kinda adored the moniker he had to assign to her for the first week and a half he’d seen her - not exactly having the guts nor the reputation to talk to her.

but, god, she was pretty. she was pretty, and smart, and charismatic too, and those qualities shone in the otherwise dim, dim, dim classroom that was mr. hart’s biology class. eddie’d never been one to come to the class. well - to come to any class - but especially biology, until he noticed her in it.

she’d keep to herself, mostly, only really partnering up with a friend that sat on the desk next to hers. she’d answer most of hart’s questions, and her soft voice wasn’t very loud in the big room, but its sweet tone kept everyone hanging onto every word.

but, it wasn’t really everyone. that’s just how he felt when he listened to her.

he liked looking at her, listening to her, being around her. and - unlike most of the student body - she actually noticed him. with quick greetings and flashed smiles, she had become the highlight of his days - save for, he supposed, hellfire and seeing his friends in the cafeteria.

eddie’d always reciprocated her casual conversation, but had never really taken it any further, fearing her impending rejection. he figured he would just wait for the perfect opportunity. and, sooner rather than later, one presented itself, in the form of lab partners.

dissection labs were always sessions in which biology teachers would fear the worst. and, to mr. hart, eddie munson was the worst. if the teacher had it his way, he wouldn’t let the boy within a five-mile-radius of a scalpel. knowing that wasn’t really a viable option, he decided that pairing the troublemaker with one of his smarter, better-mannered students might have been the best.

she’d already been slowly and meticulously following the dissection instructions on the laminated paper in front of her and, as eddie approached her, he found himself to be both a little flustered and a little useless - she seemed to have a pretty good hang of it.

“hey, could you just read the instructions to me? i just finished step two.” taken out of his trance, eddie clears his throat, nodding and picking up the paper. slowly, carefully, he reads out the instructions to her, as she just as carefully follows them. the process, which usually takes a whole period, was therefore finished in just over a half-hour for them, delayed slightly as she’d asked eddie to note down some of their findings, and he’d stumbled like a bit of a doofus when he realized he didn’t even have a pencil.

like, come on ed, who doesn’t even bring a pencil to class?

she didn’t mind though, handing him one of her own.

after she’d shown her findings to mr. hart, he gave her an approving smile, and eddie a neutral, cursory glance, before allowing them both to leave. she discarded all of her equipment with an everpresent look of disgust on her face.

she must have noticed eddie’s staring, as she smiled and tried to adjust her expression to look more neutral.

“sorry, i just don’t like dissection labs.” caught, he also smiles, shaking his head.

“i don’t think most people do.” he holds open the classroom door for her as they exited, and she beamed at the gesture. he could only focus on her quirked lips, trying to drink in that pretty smile.

“what have you got next?” after a moment of silence as they walked to her locker, at the other end of the hallway she proposes the question.

“oh, me? i’ve got-” he stared blankly for a moment, trying to think, before realizing it was a wednesday. he loved wednesdays, knowing it was the only day he finished before three, “nothing - actually, i’ve got nothing.” she groans in jealousy, but the playful tone of it calms his nerves.

“lucky! i’ve got some freshman to tutor.” that’s right - he had heard that mike got tutored for english by her on wednesdays. he always wondered why the kid never just went to his uber-intelligent sister, nancy. though, after seeing one interaction between the two, he realized that that was definitely not a viable option.

“oh, come on, give the kids some slack,” she clammed up for a second, almost embarrassed by her loose tongue, but he quickly clarified, “no, actually, never mind. freshmen do kind of suck.” she looked at him in a slight shock for a second, before laughing.

god, her laugh’s so pretty.

they’d walked up to the exit of the building, as she realized they would now part their ways.

“well, i guess i’ll see you around, eddie.” he tried to hide his shock, not expecting her to have remembered - or even really known - his name.

“oh - yeah, yeah, ‘f course.” she waved him a small goodbye, turning on her heel and walking back into the school. the doors shut in front of him, and he’s left in the small noises of the outside of the school, her voice as she mumbled his name replaying in his ears.

he’d never been outright about his attraction to her, but he’d never been particularly subtle, either. when the rest of the hellfire club would notice his longing looks at her across the cafeteria, or his uncharacteristic jumping at the mention of her name, he’d been subject to ruthless teasing. dustin and mike were the worst of the two: while the rest of his mates could and would concentrate their comments to that lunch table, the two freshman would poke at him about it constantly.

when they were in his van, being dropped off due to his own generosity? absolutely! when they’d see him coming out of one of his classes with her, commenting on the he was sure nonexistent flush of his cheeks - for sure! when they’d see her in the hallway, and eddie’d hid his face in hopes of her not recognizing him, forgetting his unique mass of hair, as they pointed her out and commented on how smitten he was? regrettably, of course.

thank god, she hadn’t heard them.

their worst was their big mouths, passing the story on to the older group. eddie had not a chance when steve and robin came to know, the both of them hell-bent on teasing him. though, robin still found some sympathy in his plight, as it mimicked her own with vickie. on the other hand, steve’s common ability to woo women only manifested in further ragging of eddie, constantly asking why he couldn’t just ask her out.

but of course he couldn’t just do that. first of all, he technically didn’t even know her that well and, on top of that, the few times they had spoken, she’d been friendly and kind, but nothing more. she was obviously not interested. besides, eddie was - in the most shallow sense - scary. the black clothes, symbols? taste in music and unruly hair? crazy mannerisms and niche - borderline strange - interests? it all culminated in the wide eyed glances people shot him, or how they’d go out of their way to avoid him.

above all, he’d hate to scare her away.

besides, he just liked looking at her. listening to her, sometimes discussing something with her, all that. and he was perfectly content doing that from the arm’s length of being an acquaintance if it meant he still got to do it.

eddie was quick to stumble out of his place, having shoddily placed on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, forgetting the bite of the cold air outside by neglecting a jacket. his van creaked as he stepped into it, but, when did it not?

hawkins was very peaceful in the night. he’d not call the town peaceful usually, but - shockingly - the absence of its residents made it somewhat picturesque.

the harrington house was literally the perfect place for parties, as it was massive, but farther out of the town, providing a privacy that was necessary to allow some underage drinking and to minimize noise complaints. eddie’d only really been to steve’s house once or twice, in the day, and when he was the only one there. in those moments, he found the building quite beautiful, with a rustic architecture that contrasted nicely with the more modern inside. there were well-pruned fences, a garden in the back, and holiday decorations across the lawn year-long. he knew it was probably critical, how much he liked the ‘preppy’ house, but he tried to ignore that, allowing himself to indulge in the rich fantasy - in every extent of the phrase.

now, though, he found the cramped porch and practically full interior quite disgusting, possibly due to the moving mush of bodies inside. he squeezed through people practically the whole way to the kitchen, only allowed a moment of reprieve as he gripped onto the granite island. he took a deep breath, immediately regretting it, his face contorting in the sour stench of the air. luckily, he had no more than a moment of disgust, as he could hear steve’s voice shouting his name over the music.

the other man sat by the backdoor, another clearing with minimal human activity. as eddie craned his head to see him, he could see steve nursing a mumbling girl in his hands. ‘biology girl!’ he thought, adoringly. steve looks a little exhausted and, as soon as eddie gets to him, he gently places her swaying form on eddie’s chest, taking a deep relieved breath at the weight taken off his - literal - shoulders.

eddie turns to look at her, and she has a big, dopey smile on her face, clinging to the bottom of his shirt and leaning her head deep into his clavicle to stabilize herself. eddie places a tentative hand on the small of her back, looking at steve when he hears him grunt.

“she - hah” he pants, and eddie bites a smile, making steve roll him eyes with his minimal energy, “she’s had too much to drink, i think. this - here-” steve reaches into his pocket, procuring a paper, “her friend gave me her address.” eddie pockets the paper, nodding, before steve gestures to the backdoor. eddie nods, thanking him, before leading her out slowly.

there’s a small step on the way out and, though he warns her, he’s quick to grab her when she inevitably stumbles. feeling his grip after the fleeting second of worry, she mumbles a breathy thank you, which he reciprocates with a smile, at no one in particular.

he’d never been this close to her, and the way she was holding onto him for dear life, though he realized was practically a necessity for her, was making his heart race. she steps over a few rocks, her feet, his feet, and every time she does, his grip on her tightens, and her grip on him does as well. it’s a shaky road back to his van, but he helps her in, practically holding her up with one hand, and pushing the door shut with the other to make sure she didn’t fall out, akin to how you would with a closet stuffed to the brim with clothes.

when she was safely secured, he came over the driver’s side, reaching over to fasten the old seatbelts around her form, and he thinks that he hears the mumble of another thank you before she’s passed out, head leaned against the window.

eddie’s as exhausted as steve must have been, but it’s almost worth it in the knowledge that she was safe and, observably, peaceful, a small smile creeping onto her lips at the much needed rest. he started the ignition, quick to turn the radio off so as to not disturb her.

as soon as they were out of steve’s street, he came across the first pothole. the dip made his car jerk and creak, causing her to adjust just slightly and grunt, and for a moment, he went deathly silent, hoping he hadn’t woken her. after a moment or two, he breathed a sigh of relief at the knowledge that he hadn’t. the next minute passed without issue, the only sounds being that of his small puffs of breath.

then the next one came, and, once again, his eyes widened as she sighed loudly at the second disruption. though, she continued to slumber, and eddie’s eyes opened just a bit wider, now on an active lookout for the potholes. every time he’d see one, he was gentle in attempting to avoid it, thanking the stars above that there were no others on the road that were able to see his seemingly erratic driving. she stirred not even once to his diligent actions, and in another 10 short minutes, he’d pulled in front of her house. the lights were all off, and there were no cars in the driveway, indicating the absence of her parents.

he went over to the passenger side, and opened the door, forgetting the precarious position she was in. before he could react, she tumbled down onto him, and he clutched her tightly at the last moment to ensure the didn’t hit the floor like a bag of bricks.

though she came out of it unharmed, she jolted up, waking with a start and with several short, quick breaths. she looked over wildly, realizing the hands on her shoulders and waist, desperately trying to zero in her eyes on who was holding her. though, she felt she already knew through her other senses.

her nose twitched at the soft smell of smoke that mingled strangely with an almost sweet laundry detergent. she only knew one person with whom she’d experienced that combination, and he was just as interesting as the contrasting scents.

“eddie?” she mumbled, and, as she said it, his unruly hair and bright smile came into view, closely followed by his slightly worried eyes. she was shocked, not having even spoken to him much before, and now having somehow ended up getting out of his car while she was still out of it? never mind that now, her head hurt too much for contemplation.

“you - uh, you okay?” he’s helping her to stand upright now, and she looks at the ground beneath, nodding - yet not knowing if she was. her head still felt fuzzy, and she had a sudden and intense urge to vomit.

“where are we?” the street beneath her looked familiar, but so did - she was sure - all streets.

“your place. do you have your keys?” she glanced down to where she'd usually keep her purse on her wrist, but realized that it wasn’t there. her head had begun pounding, and the added annoyance of the bag made her groan. eddie sucks in a sharp breath, worried, so she masks her wince.

“there’s one under the pot.” he nods, practically sprinting as she hobbled shakily onto the porch, grabbing the key and swiftly turning the lock. in the next moment, he’s by her, helping her up, and she can’t help but let a laugh escape, “god, slow down, ed!” she says it jokingly, of course, and so quietly, that she worries he might not have heard.

but he had.

she’d never referred to him by the nickname before and, while they hadn’t really had many previous occurrences for the event to occur, it still made his cheeks flame, shocked by her casual words.

truly, he was shocked that the moment she’d seen him, she hadn’t recoiled at his touch, disgusted by him. he knew it wasn’t in her nature, but he always felt that worry when being kind to those he didn’t know that well. and, the added fact that he so didn’t want to screw up her friendly attitude towards him.

he obliged immediately, slowing his steps, and a relieved breath left her lips, making him smile. the first step in was tentative, ensuring that her parents wouldn’t wake up to the scene, and - confirming his suspicions - no one was there. the interior was practically pitch-black, and he was pretty sure he banged a shin onto one of their ottomans as he redirected her to the living room. upon setting her down, he fumbled with the lights for just a moment, as she sunk as deep as she could onto the sofa. noting she was fine, save for the slight disgust on her face, he thought he was in the clear to walk over to the adjoined kitchen and grab her a glass of water.

though, by the time he came back, he immediately realized she was nowhere to be seen. his eyes widened in shock and worry, where the hell did she go?, until he heard groaning from the bathroom, as well as a flush.

he practically ran in, the door ajar, and - in hindsight - that was an incredibly stupid decision. he was happy he did, though, as she looked half-dead on the floor. the only indications that she was alright was the labored breathing from her lips and the movement of her chest up and down. he slumped against the door frame, relieved.

he pulled her up, and she managed to sleep through the effortful action of practically carrying her to her bed, and he was quick to tuck her in, to the best of his ability. he returned to the bathroom, ripping out two aspirin from the medicine cabinet behind the sink’s mirror and placing it by her, along with her neglected glass of water.

when he climbed back into his van, having closed the front door behind him and placing the key back, he realized just how badly he’d be teased by dustin, mike, or steve, if they’d heard the lengths he’d just gone to for a girl he’d spoken to only a few times.

though, he was sure, the knowledge that she was safe would make up fro even the most ruthless comments.

the next day, he went into his early biology class, and smiled brightly at her, holding the door open as she walked in. she gave him a curt nod back, refusing to meet his eye, before practically scurrying to get to her seat. hmm, he thought, weird.

then, at lunch, she happened to pass right by him, and he mumbled a ‘hi’. no reaction. though she might not have heard it, he was certain that her steps had quickened just slightly as she continued forward.

the behavior continued over the course of the next few days.

and, for the life of him, eddie could not tell why. at first, he was worried that he’d somehow overstepped when he’d brought her back to her house, but that worry slowly just morphed into him feeling as though she’d finally given into all the rumors and stereotypes about him.

he felt genuine upset at each hidden glance, at each ducked face, and each ignored wave she swung his way. he hated to admit it, though it was obvious on his face: his friends were quick to pick up on his disgruntled frowns and deep grimaces, which had replaced the gentle longing and soft smiles that he’s previously worn as he looked over at her.

it was eating at him, the stress of the complete 180, and not knowing what he’d done. he decided there was only one real way to solve the issue.

he’d been meaning to speak with her, and the opportunity presented itself perfectly in his next biology class. she’d been a bit sloppy with placing away her things, and he was sure she’d realized that they were the only two left in the classroom, the rest of their peers departing hastily. she attempted to shove her pencil case into her bag, but it dropped with a loud clatter, the zip - just barely open before - now widening and spilling the contents of it.

she sighed deeply, dropping to her knees to pick them up, and he kneeled in front of her, placing the straggling pencils and one highlighter on the outskirts in her hand. she looks up, not shocked by the gesture, and still avoiding his gaze. she mumbled a quick thank you, scrambling to her feet as quickly as she could.

eddie lightly cups her elbow, attempting to stop her speed-walk out of class, and it works, as she spins to face him. he takes a deep breath to steady his nerves, just now realizing that they hadn’t even spoken in a week.

“can - can we talk?” she finally brought her eyes to his, and they welled in worry.

“about?” he fought the urge to scoff, smiling instead.

“you’ve just - you’ve been avoiding me. did i do something?”

she’d known this talk would come at some point or the other, but the sincere fear in his question made her lose her own inhibitions, suddenly adamant in ensuring his peace of mind.

“no! no, of course not.” the sigh of relief he let out may well have been audible in the next classroom, and it makes her laugh softly. seeing it, he also cracked a smile.

“then, what’s up? you’re feeling alright, yeah? after last week?” it had been a long night for her, he was sure, and he hoped she’d handled it fine. what he hadn’t expected was her quiet groan, her face being covered by her hands.

she didn’t even want to look at him, worried what he’d have thought of her making a complete ass of herself that night.

see, not only had she not wanted to go to one of harrington’s parties, she also did not want to get drunk at it. and she really didn’t want to get so drunk that she’d spend her evening clinging to her all-too-patient host, and she really, really didn’t want eddie fucking munson to be the one to see her in that state.

she’d been too proud to express herself truthfully to him in their previous conversations, but god. she could never stop looking at him. his big, doe eyes, his stupid, mischievous smile, the way he gesticulated when he talked. his aura was enchanting, and she really liked the way his friends’ faces would light up when he’d speak to them, concocting some fanciful story that she’d had the pleasure of hearing snippets of when passing him in the cafeteria, or in the hallways. she liked his fuck-it attitude, one she knew she’d never have, but instead one she’d live vicariously through his actions.

truly, his opinion meant everything to her, and though she’d assumed that she’d managed to keep her cool in all their short interactions, that fucking night sent a complete wrench in her behavior.

“god, i am so embarrassed.” she mumbles it into her fingers, “you must think i’m so immature.” his hand retracts from her lightly, and she takes it badly, turning her head. he was simply shocked, though, quick to realize it hadn’t been him all along, but rather her own worry of her image.

“what? no - i don’t think you’re immature.” she shook her head.

“it’s just - i’m a total lightweight, and all my friends were drinking, and i think i just had one too much and -” she was rambling right into her hands, and he knew it was better to stop her before she wallowed too far. he lightly took her wrists, pulling them off of her face and urging her to look at him, “i’m sorry - i, uh, i talk a lot when i’m nervous-” he smiled, and it made her stop her ramble, swallowing instead.

“do i make you nervous?” the question had a cheeky undertone, as did, she realized, his smile. making her furrow her eyebrows for a half-moment, a bit confused.

“wha-what?” his smile immediately changed, becoming less cheeky and more cheerful.

“oh, what i mean is, you don’t have to be nervous around me. i get it. everyone does stuff like that - trust me, i’ve done a lot worse.” she smiled softly, intrigued by the notion.

“like what?” a moment after saying it, she realized how intrusive it was, aided in part by his amused exhale, “oh, sorry, i’ll-”

“tell you what, i’ll tell you my stories, if we go get lunch sometime. you free saturday?” she blinked up at him, unbelieving in the sudden comment. but, he obviously didn’t mean it like that, right?

“what - as friends, or?” he laughed, and she let out a shaky smile.

“well, friends do get lunch together. i really meant more like a - date. unless you’d rather-”

“no! i mean - i’d love to. i’m free saturday.” she shook her head immediately, not allowing the opportunity to pass her.

“i’ll pick you up, yeah?” she nodded, cheeks stretched in a wide smile.

she'd blinked to herself after eddie had waved her goodbye, holding the door open for her.

was it really that easy?

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Cinderella

Summary: Bella is an orphaned girl who lives with her stepmother and two stepsisters. At the ball in Fittes, she meets her Prince Charming and falls in love.

Chapter 3

*BELLA'S POV*

I was just starting my morning shift at Arif's when the doorbell rang. George came through the door

-Hi George-

-Hi. I'm going for donuts. Arif was supposed to pack them-

-I'll get it now- I turned to grab the box and hand it to him

-Listen, you know that I work in the agency, right?- I nodded- wouldn't you like to meet my boss? Just for tea - I stopped at this suggestion. He offered me a date with his boss. A date with Anthony Lockwood. A date with the person I spent the entire ball with- Say something? -

-I don't think this will work-

-It's worth a try. Think about it. You know where we live, so you can come-he paid and left. In a moment, Arif came out of the back room with a newspaper

-I think you need to see something. All London is talking about it - he handed me the newspaper. There was a huge photo on the front page. Not just any photo. My photo. A photo of me waltzing with Anthony Lockwood. My heart stopped in shock

-All of London?-

-Yes. Everyone wants to know the identity of the beautiful stranger - I threw the newspaper on the counter - You should go on that date. It certainly won't be that tragic. It's just tea-

-Maybe you're right. I'll call George later-

-Do it now-

-But the customers...-

-I will take care of this. Remember, I'm your fairy godfather- he disappeared into the room and I dialed the number at 35 Portland Row. A girl answered

-Lockwood&co. How can I help you?-

-Hey,did I find George?-

-No, he's not here yet-

-Oh...you can tell him that Bella called and that I agree to the tea-

-Wait, Bella?Like Bella the waitress?-

-Yes-

-Cool, I'm Lucy. I'm glad you agreed to go on a date with Lockwood-

-It's not a date. I'll come for tea-

-Right. So see you...uh...tomorrow is ok with you?-

-Yes-

-Great, see you tomorrow then-

-See you-I hung up

-And how?-

-I'll go for tea tomorrow-

-Great-I went home after my shift. There was no ghost business today so I went home relaxed. Until her stepmother started cursing at a stranger from the ball

-The mean girl is taking away my daughter's chances of becoming the future Mrs. Lockwood and taking over this company. What are you looking at?-she looked at me- the house won't clean itself, especially since I have a brilliant plan. We'll invite Mr. Lockwood for tea and then he'll fall in love with one of my daughters-I heard them starting to argue so I just shook my head and went upstairs to the room, more like the attic than the room. I changed and started cleaning.

*LOCKWOOD'S POV*

-What did you do!?- I saw Lucy jump at the sound of my raised voice

-I set you up with a waitress. She'll come for tea today. Anyone can be a princess from ball. You're getting your hopes up unnecessarily-

-I have to find her, that's why I put an announcement in the newspaper-

-What announcement?-Luce joined the conversation

-That she lost something and if she knows what it is then I'll be sure it's her-

-It's a London version of Cinderella-I smiled when Luce said it-why are you smiling so much?-

-That's what I called her. Cinderella-

-Oh my God, you are hopelessly in love with her. You don't even know her identity-

-I know George. She's the most wonderful person in the world. It is enough for me-

-Great, but you won't miss your date anyway. She'll be here at 5 p.m. Make her spaghetti. You can't ruin it-but George was wrong. I'm standing over the stove and trying not to burn the sauce or pasta. Suddenly I heard the doorbell

-Shit-I left it and ran to open it. I saw a pretty brunette with curly hair and those very familiar blue eyes

-Hi, I'm Bella-

-I...Anthony-what are you doing Lockwood?You can't fall in love with her-come in-she came in and took off her scarf looking around the house-let me help you with the coat-I helped her take it off and hung it on the hanger

-Is something burning?-my spaghetti

-Wait here or sit in the living room. I'll be back in a moment- I ran to the kitchen. My pasta boiled over and the sauce burned. I started straining the pasta and then I burned my whole hand. My pot fell and the bang made her enter the kitchen

-Everything's all right?-

-Yes, I just... wanted to make dinner and I just got burnt-

-Did you wash it with cold water?-

-No-

-Otherwise there will be blisters-she took my hand and turned on the water

-Where is your first aid kit?-

-Upper cabinet-She stood on her tiptoes and pulled out the first aid kit from the cabinet. She took my hand and started applying ointment

-I'm really sorry if you're disappointed. I wanted to make a good impression-she took the bandage and started tying my hand

-Don't worry about anything. We were just supposed to drink tea anyway, right?

-Yes, but I also wanted to make dinner-

-Really, tea is enough. Ready-

-Thank you. I'll make some tea and then we can talk in the living room- after a while we were sitting in the living room and talking about everything and nothing. I found out that she is an agent in Rotwell and work for Arif to help support her family. It was getting late so she slowly started getting ready. As she was leaving, it started snowing. She looked at him with fascination

-I once saw my parents dancing in the garden. It was snowing and it looked so magical. Since then, I've been dreaming that my Prince Charming would ask me to dance like that-

-I know it's stupid, but...- I held out my hand to her. I had to check something

-Anthony...-

-Dance with me-she smiled- I know I'm not Prince Charming, but it's the least I can do for a spoiled dinner -

-Agreed - I took my coat and shoes and we left. I held out my hand. Her hand rested perfectly on mine. I pulled her towards me and we started dancing. My senses were enveloped by the same sweet scent as at the ball. How could I be so blind?That's her. I finally found her. When we finished dancing, she smiled and curtsied

-Thank you for the dance, Prince Charming- I just looked at her

-It's you-her smile disappeared

-What?-

-You're the stranger from the ball. You're the one I danced with all night long-she broke free from my embrace and started running. I stood there stunned for a moment, but then I started running after her. I did not make it. She got into a taxi and drove away. When George and Lucy came back from the case, they found me in the kitchen with a glass of whiskey

-The meeting didn't go well?-I looked at Lucy

-I burned my dinner and burned my hand, but there are advantages. I know she was at the ball. So I'm looking for her-

-Really?Lockwood is fantastic-

-Don't get happy too soon, Luce. There's always a but-George was right

-She ran away before I said anything-

-Don't worry. We'll meet her at Arif's. You will find your princess-I hope George is right.

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Hi,This is the penultimate part. The last part will be published on Sunday.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood and co

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athenasgotu · 7 months

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title: drunk in love (part 2)

pairings: college!ellie williams x female!reader

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summary: after your recent encounter with ellie, you avoided yourself from her. a friend of yours throws a pool party, inviting ellie. what could happen now?

sfw/warnings: (minors!dni) swearing, drinking, smoking, inappropriate actions, sexual thoughts

a/n: finally finished part 2 !! there's more "spicy" things going on in this one.. (but there's no porn) still isn't recommended for younger readers !!

part 1 !! ⬇️

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it's been a few weeks since your last moment with ellie. you had to leave after that, she touched your chin?! you thought she was going to kiss you right there.. but of course, wrong again. all you could think about is what it would be like to kiss her. her soft lips on yours. the aggression it could've been. the way it could've gone to kiss, to full on sex.

that's what's really twisted your mind. the feelings of lust, wanting ellie to kiss you. wanting her to do certain things to you. the feelings took over, it was a lot to take in.

what if you kissed her? what would happen then?

suddenly, you hear a knock on your door. you really hope it's ellie, you open the door and see your friend fiona.

"oh." you didn't mean to say this out loud, but you were a tad disappointed it wasn't ellie.

"hey! haven't seen you in a minute." fiona smiles, she puts her hand on her hip.

you smile back. "hey, whaddya need?" you chuckle nervously, trying to act like you weren't thinking the most unspeakable things.

"just wanted to let you know i'm having a pool party tonight at my parents house. i tried calling you yesterday, but you wouldn't answer."

yea, of course you didn't answer. you had so much going on in your mind.

"oh! yea, cool.. but i don't think i can go. i have to study and shit.."

fiona groans, she shakes your shoulders.

"c'mon!! you never do anything fun. plus, i'll be there.. some of your friends will be there-"

you stop, some of my friends? as in ellie? is ellie even my friend..? oh, shit.

"will ellie be there?"

nice going, dumbass.

"ellie? ellie williams? yea, of course." she says, she smiles and looks you up and down.

"why you askin'?" she giggles.

"i just- y'know i just wanna make sure- why does it matter?!" you exclaim. fiona laughs slightly, you look at her slightly irritated.

"chill, i was just asking." she gets a notification on her phone, she looks back at you.

"alright, i have to head out. see you there?"

you think for a moment. maybe you should go, you and ellie won't be alone but it will still be fun. you guys could get drunk, do stupid shit. whatever..

"yea, i will."

fiona smiles, she is just about to walk out.

"see you later." she waves, she walks from the door and you close the door.

you walk to your closet, looking for the best bikini you could wear. something ellie would like..

a couple of hours have passed, you had a pink bikini with some white sandals. it looked pretty cute, really cute. you put some of your cherry lipgloss on, puckering your lips a bit in the mirror.

you go and grab a white cover up, you put your hair up in a high bun a little messy just how you like it. you spray some strawberry scented perfume on yourself, just enough.

you walk out of your room and go to the elevator, you see several people that were clearly invited to the pool party. they all had their bathing suits on. you sigh and wait for the elevator to move down.

finally, the elevator makes it down. you walk to the parking lot and get into your car and begin to drive.

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eventually, you make it. you open the gate and see the glowing pool and all the people.

you grab your phone and take a quick picture for your Instagram.

damn.. it was so crazy. but you only tried to look for ellie. you walk over to a bench and sit down, you suddenly feel those same strong hands on your shoulder from behind, you feel that hot breath on your neck, slowly moving down your cover up off.

"need help with this?" she says, she rubs your shoulders slowly.

you look over, you see ellie with a sly smile on her face.

"shit- ellie.." she sighs and looks at her.

ellie smiles and pulls your cover up off of you, exposing your bikini.

she sits next to you and looks at your bikini.

"soo.. how you've been? y'know.. since our little moment.."

she smiles.

that damn smile, it always got you.

"fine. you?"

"great." she puts her arm around you.

you shiver a bit from the cold water from her skin hitting yours.

"you gonna sit here lookin' pretty or hop into the water?" she smirks.

should I? I mean.. what if something happens when i'm in the pool.

fuck it. i'd do anything for her.

"oh! totally yea." you smile at ellie, looking into her eyes.

she snickers and pulls your hand, she drags you to the pool and walk in with you.

as you two walk in she holds onto your waist gently.

"you good?" ellie asks.

you nod, the feeling of her hands on your body felt so good. you wanted her hands all over your body, even the sensitive areas..

"yea.."

you notice ellie leaning closer to you.

"strawberry?"

you tilt your head.

"what?"

"strawberry. the scent?"

oh fuck, i'm so stupid.

"oh, yea. its just perfume."

ellie leans even closer.

why is she getting so close? damn, i must look so red right now-

suddenly, her lips are on yours.

her chapped lips on your soft lips, the rough feeling felt nice.

she pulls away.

"cherry lipgloss."

you were blushing intensely.

"uh huh.."

what the fuck just happened..?

#ellie williams #wlw #lesbian #college!ellie williams #smut #modern!ellie williams #not for kids #fanfic #female!reader #fem!reader #lgbtqia

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whirl-whump · 8 days

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Technological Whump (Whoopsy)

[A/N: this is technically part of a bigger story idea, but it does not want to get written. For the sake of my own sanity, I'll focus on smaller snippets for now, and just consider this a standalone drabble. Hence why the characters dont have names on purpose.]

CWs: electrocution, shock collar, seizure-like symptoms, accidental whump, pet/master whump (and the dehumanization inherent in that trope), panic, brief loss of consciousness, CPR mention, caretaker-whumper hybrid

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In the kitchen, Whumpee stood with his hand clasped behind his back, while his new owner fiddled with his bracelet-like remote. With every clumsy poke, he could accidentally tap a button that would make his shock collar go off, and he didn’t even seem to care. He just grumbled: “Christ, could they have made this screen any tinier!” He turned to Whumpee, holding out his wrist. “You know how this works?”

Oh, and how. Whumpee knew the functions intimately. Did his new owner need another demonstration?

“I...do.” he answered, carefully.

“Great,” his owner said. “How the hell do I add a new location?”

Whumpee hesitated. He wasn’t even allowed to touch the thing, and now he was supposed to run his owner through setting it up? Maybe he liked the idea of him putting the leech on his own collar, and that’s why he asked. Maybe this was a loyalty test. But if it wasn’t, then maybe... Maybe he could-

Whumper laughed, and snapped him out of his dilemma.

“Wait, wait,” he said, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t be asking you this, should I? You could make it shock me for all I know.”

Whumpee tensed, as though his owner could have seen his hidden thoughts.

“I didn’t,” he protested. “I was just... surprised with the responsibility.”

His new owner waved it off, his eyes again glued to the tiny interface. “Yeah, yeah, just forget it. I’ll figure this out myself.”

It seemed his disobedient thoughts hadn’t been noticed, so Whumpee stayed quiet. With every tap on the remote, he tensed, waiting for something to go off. Whumper mumbled to himself.

“Hm-hmm, use location... Yes, okay... Now where...” he scrolled down. “Ah, set limit. Perfect.” he tapped it with a proud expression. Whumpee suddenly got cold.

“Wait, master, I think you’ve-”

His words were cut off by the sharp shock in his neck, and he yelped. Whumper looked up. “Wrong button?”

He had no idea what he’d done. That had just been the warning shot. And if the settings were still at the level that his previous owner put them on... Whumpee knew what would happen soon, and there was no time to explain. He turned on his heels and ran.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going!” Whumper called after him. Whumpee would accept the punishment later. He refused to be hurt, solely because his new owner was an idiot who didn’t understand what “limit” meant!

He stumbled down the stairs as fast as his trembling muscles would carry him. Skidding over the marble floor, he reached the elevator and slammed on the button.

“Pet!”

“I’ll be right back, master, I promise!” he cried back, nauseous with fear. He had to get on the street, soon, or else-

His collar started beeping. Oh god, no..! Whumpee slammed on the metal doors, as though that could teleport him outside on time.

He counted the beeps. Ten, nine, eight..

He gave up and lay down on the floor. He saw his chest go up and down frantically. Should he put a sock in his mouth so he didn’t bite his tongue? Or would that make it worse?

Five, four..

The elevator dinged. It was too late. Whumpee closed his eyes.

Three, two, one. A loud double beep. And it started.

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Whumper ran down the stairs. If he lost his pet an hour after getting him, he’d be in so much trouble! Shit, shit, shit!

He entered the hall and found an odd sight. The elevator door was open, but Whumpee was laying before it, on his back. He was breathing heavily and clenching his fists.

Whumper had exactly two seconds to be confused before a pair of loud beeps came from Whumpee’s collar.

Suddenly, he screamed like a banshee and started writhing. Was he having a seizure?!

Whumper ran over and tried to grab his shoulder. A sharp shock traveled up his arm, and reflectively he jerked away. The entire right side of his torso tingled, and he understood: Whumpee was a live wire.

Fuck. This felt like it was his fault.

He tried to turn the stupid bracelet on again, but it wouldn’t read his fingerprint. Incorrect, try again. Try again. Whumper wiped the panic sweat on his hand and tried again. Then, it unlocked- but asked for two factor identification.

Whumper could clearly see in his mind where he left his phone. On the kitchen table, all the way upstairs. He didn’t have time for that!

Whumpee wasn’t screaming anymore, his jaw locked up and eyes rolling back. He was making choked noises that sounded terrifying. A trickle of blood left the corner of his mouth.

Whumper’s heart pounded.

“Hang in there, I'll fix it!” he yelled, hoping Whumpee could hear it. He ran to the maintenance closet next to the elevator. He wasn’t much of an electrician or handy man, but he knew one thing that would work. Destroying the remote sounded like it might work.

The rubber strap was easily handled with some snipping-type thing, the first sharp thing he saw. A hammer took care of the rest. He put all his fear in the slam, and the remote shattered in one go.

Whumpee went limp. “Are you okay?” Whumper called. No response.

Carefully, he walked over and briefly touched his shoulder. No shock. That was good.

Jesus, his arm still hurt, and he’d only felt the current for half a second.

A terrifying thought entered his head, and he gripped Whumpee’s wrist. A pulse. Whumper let out a relieved breath.

He tapped Whumpee’s cheek. “Come on buddy, wake up now. It’s over.” His eyelids twitched, but no response. He was breathing and his heart was beating, so no CPR was needed, probably.... Didn’t people in movies use smelling salts for stuff like this? But Whumper only had normal salt, and that didn’t have much smell at all. Whumper scratched his head and thought of what to do.

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Whumpee was dragged from unconsciousness by a sharp sting in his nose. Dazed, he tried to move his face away from the sting, but it didn’t leave. What, where was he..?

A sneeze racked his brain, making his headache worse. He groaned hoarsly. Slowly, his senses came back online, and he heard his new owner:

“Ah, there you are! I knew pepper would work.”

Whumpee’s vision swam. He couldn’t move, and his tongue was heavy in his mouth. He’d bitten it , and he tried his best to swallow the thick blood.

He knew he had to explain: he hadn't tried to run away, he just had to get out of the range of the location that was set as a limit. But he couldn’t piece together the words, let alone summon the energy to speak.

Whumper said something, but he forgot to pay attention. Then his head was lifted up, and a pillow put under his head.

He tried to scramble together his braincells to thank him. It came out as a stuttering mess, and Whumper hushed him.

Now that was an order he could follow, and he sank into the comfort.

Whumper said something. Then another. Then his tone turned urgent.

“Pet? Can you hear me?”

Whumpee snapped to attention best he could. “Hm-hm?”

“Are you experiencing..” his owner squinted at his phone and read aloud. “respiratory failure? Or uh.. cardiac impairment?”

Whumpee blinked. He barely knew up from down, let alone what those words meant. “Dunno, master,” he slurred.

“Hm. Probably best we take a quick stop at the EC regardless... Can you go to normal hospitals, or do I need to-” His ringtone interrupted his sentence, and he startled.

“Shit. Okay, okay, do you feel like you’re dying right now?”

Whumpee just felt tired. He wanted to close his eyes and let his twitching sore muscles rest. He knew the terror when he felt like he was dying. This wasn’t that. With effort, he shook his head.

“Great, fantastic! Keep that up. Give a yell if you get worse, but I really need to take this.”

Whumpee’s head felt filled with cotton. Distantly, he wondered if he would get punished. But that could happen after he’d rested his eyes. He closed them, as Whumper took the call with a nervous expression.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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....okay now I definitely need more of professor Felix and student Pepa

And more you shall GET! I'm mega horny for this au, so let's GO!

"Okay, today is the day. You're doing it today."

Félix had been seeing one of his students for weeks now. He didn't mean for it to happen, but it did. One time ended up being two, then three, four, then WAY more. He needed to end it with Pepa today. Even if she was incredibly sexy, even if every time he fucked her, it felt like absolute heaven. Even if she made all sorts of pretty sounds and looked at him like he was an absolute sex machine. He was ending it today. He had his phone in his hand, ready to call her and end it.

Right after he kept all the pictures. That was fine, right? The one with Pepa fingering herself, the one with Pepa pinching her little nipples? And the videos were fine too, definitely. The ones where she'd moan for him and beg for his cock. That'd be...fine. Holy shit, he wanted her again. He couldn't get enough of her, she was such a perfect little fuck toy. His phone suddenly rang in his hands, and he picked up without even thinking.

"Hello?"

"Félix, hey. Listen, I want something."

Things had escalated. Not only had she use sex as a means of passing his class, but to get things from him. Answers to tests, treats, new clothes. He'd accidentally made himself a fucking sugar daddy to boot. He groaned as he rubbed his forehead.

"What do you want?"

"There's a movie I wanna watch tonight. I told my mom I had tickets so I was going out, but I really don't. Watch it with me."

He couldn't be trusted alone with her, in the dark, for a couple of hours. The thought was too tempting.

"No, Pepa, I can't. In fact-"

"PLEASE Papi? I'll be a good girl~"

Oh SHIT he loved it when she said that, he loved it so fucking much. He took a breath, trying not to get too excited, but quickly failing.

"And what do I get?"

"I'll jerk you off in the movie theatres. I know you like it when I'm bad in public~"

He shouldn't want that, but he did. No one could find out about them, but he wanted people to see it simultaneously. She was FINE, and he was proud to be fucking her, even if it was all sorts of wrong.

"...fine. But don't wear a bra."

"Aw, Papi likes seeing my nipples, huh?"

"...si, he does. He really does."

"You're SO easy, it's kinda cute. I'll text you the details of the movie I wanna see. And you BETTER get me snacks."

"Whatever you want, mi vida. Whatever you want."

He might be her teacher, but she was teaching his ass to do as he was told. And he fucking loved it.

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She was waiting for like, five ish minutes before his car eventually pulled up at the theater. She was fucking her teacher, and it was GREAT. At first, she had done it because his class sucked, but it turns out, this old fuck fucked, and he fucked GOOD. Sure, he could get into trouble if people found out, but she was riding the high as long as she could. Félix was actually kinda...nice. When he wasn't panicking over getting caught, he was funny, a bit flirty, and he was kinda...sweet. But a huge reason why she liked him?

He was big.

Big body, big hands, big cock. He had everything she could want, and then some. She saw him park, and almost didn't recognize him without his suit. A simple button up, with just a few buttons to expose his chest. Woah, he had...chest hair. It was hot, honestly. She ran up to him immediately, getting on her tip toes to kiss his lips.

"There's my papi~"

He pulled back a bit, looking around in a panic.

"What are you doing?! Someone can see you!"

"Relax, this movie theater is far from school, no one knows who either of us are. Now come on, I wanna sit down!"

She took his hand, and wrapped his arm around her, walking him inside. Thankfully, Félix wasn't totally cold footed, for a minute into walking inside, he kept her clung to him, like a papi should. They walked up the concession stand, and she hummed in thought.

"Definitely want the large popcorn, large cock-"

The lady putting in her order raised a brow, and Félix damn near coughed.

"A large WHAT, honey?"

"A large coke."

"Oh, okay, I misheard you, go on."

"The butterfinger bites, the cookie dough balls, mini oreos, oh and milk duds! I love the milk duds."

Félix gave her a look, brow raised.

"Jeez, mija, you need ALL of that?"

"You said whatever I wanted, I'm getting whatever I wanted. Don't tell me you lied to me."

She gave him a glare, and he relented. Ungrateful! Here she was, no bra, short little skirt for his ass, ready to drain his balls, and he was groaning about snacks. Asshole. He paid for everything, obviously, before they went to their seats. They went to the sort of back of the theater, away from the pretty good chunk of people. Thankfully, the seat next to her was free for all of her snacks. Félix sighed as he sat down.

"So what movie did I even get you tickets for?"

"Nun massacre four; the bludgeoning. I've seen all three, and I have the posters. Mom thinks it's 'improper', but of course I didn't ask her."

She expected him to side with her mom, but to her surprise, he chuckled.

"So it's like hack and slash? I like those kinda movies. Any jumpscares?"

"Tons. But don't worry, I'll hold your hand if you get scared~"

Félix was a lot better outside of the classroom, honestly. None of that boring monologuing or speeches. He held onto one of her braids in one hand, messing with the end between his thick ass fingers.

"You did say you were going to take care of me. You haven't forgotten, right?"

"No, tonto. I just wanted some of my snacks first. I love chocolate."

"You really, really do."

They shared a look at each other, before they kissed. Again, and again. He got greedier each time, with his tongue eventually rolling against hers, and making her damn near drool. His tongue was so thick too, it made her fucking wet, feeling him try to swallow her up. She would've pushed it further, but the movie started. She watched the boring as hell introduction, ate a fair chunk of her snacks, before turning to look at Félix. He was completely distracted, and honestly, he looked totally cute. He was a handsome man all in, and Pepa definitely could've done worse in terms of old men.

She put her hand on his knee. He glanced at it, but did little else. Then moved it to his thigh. He only seemed to notice when she was digging her fingers past his underwear, getting a feel for his length. Such a nice cock. Not much in length, but the girth was so dreamy. She eventually pulled him out, and started to stroke him. He bit his lip, but tried to play it off like nothing was happening. She kept watching the movie, as it was getting to the part where the main character was heading for the church, as she stroked him. He didn’t like things fast, but rather, firm, slow. She could tell from how he was starting to harden in her hand.

"Let me know before you finish, papi."

"You...shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't let you do this."

"You like it, right?"

Félix nodded, one hand gripped into the arm rest of the seat.

"I do. Your hands are so soft."

"I know. Now relax, enjoy the movie."

She took one of his hands and made it cup her chest, before continuing to jerk him off. He responded immediately, using her tit as a stress toy; playing with it, massaging it, letting his thumb roll over her nipple through her shirt. He was good at playing with her tits, she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it. They both jumped just a bit at the first jumpscare of the movie, but otherwise kept their actions going. She tried not to moan as he occasionally pinched her nipple, just right. He wasn't the kinda man she was used to. He was sexy, knew exactly what to do. A few minutes into the movie, and both were starting to squirm under each other's touches, and hearing him swear under his breath was so fucking sexy.

"Fuck Pepa, it's getting louder..."

He was right. The layer of precum made her hand motions just a bit louder in the theater, and she swore a few people looked around for it's source. She chuckled, leaning over to whisper back to him.

"You should cum then."

"I dunno if I can keep quiet, you feel SO good-!"

"Figure it out. People are gonna see. You want them to catch us?"

"In a fucked up way, yeah."

She snorted. If Félix could, he'd absolutely make people watch them, rather than the movie. She kept stroking him, feeling him throb in her touch, watching him squirm and hearing his breath quicken.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna fucking cum, Pepa, please!"

She pretended as if she dropped something, and got out of her seat. She got on her knees in front of him, and stuffed him in her mouth. He swore under his breath, before pushing her head in, and cumming. The thick, hot, salty cum poured down her throat, and it was just the compliment she needed to that chocolate earlier. She pulled away, licking him just clean enough so he wouldn't drip on the floor, before getting back into her seat. She glanced at him, and the poor thing was flushed, biting into his knuckle to try to keep himself quiet.

"Worth how much you spent in snacks?"

"I would've bought you the whole theater for that, holy FUCK, Pepa."

Pepa grinned as she helped herself to more snacks. She was pretty proud of her skills, honestly.

"No, why?"

"You didn't get anything to eat for yourself, did you?"

She took his hand, and dipped his finger past her panties. Just enough to wet his fingers, before pushing them into his ever hungry lips.

"Because you'll have something after the movie~"

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"I love your pussy, I love your pussy so fucking much!"

He didn't know how he ended up here. In his car, in the driver's seat, with Pepa in his lap. His shirt was wide open, and her tongue and lips were decorating him in lipstick and drool. Her top was now on his dashboard, her panties were on the passenger seat, and she was right here, arms around him, riding his cock like she had never known pleasure.

"And I like papi's chest~ so much hair, it's like I'm getting fucked por un animal!"

Pepa was loving his cock. Her moans spilled from her lips as his movements rocked the car, as his fingers dug into her cute, tight little ass. He tried to have some focus as her tongue drifted up his neck, but he couldn't.

"I'm gonna FUCK you like an animal, Pepa, oh my god I fucking am- dios you're so tight I could cry."

He meant it. She had the best fucking pussy he's ever had, if you threw it into the air, it'd make a fucking rainbow. He couldn't stop fucking it. It was so tight for him, so wet, she made a puddle on his seat. She purred against his ear, taking just a small nibble out of it.

"You can fuck me all you want, Papi~ I don't care if people see, I just WANT it!"

"Don't...don't talk like that, I'm gonna fucking cum again, please-"

He didn't get to finish as she shoved her tongue in his mouth, the taste of chocolate against him as she tasted him, over and over again.

"Then cum again, Papi~ I know it makes you feel SO good."

"Let...let me put a condom on this time, please-"

"Oh no no no...it feels good without it, right? Why don't you wanna cum inside? I thought you loved my pussy."

"I...I love your pussy."

"That's right,"

She took the condom from his hand, flicking it towards the back seat alongside the other two he tried to put on earlier.

"Now stuff me, papi, please~"

He shouldn't. But he did. He gripped her ass tight enough to bruise, before cumming inside her. Again. For the third time. She moaned in delight, helping herself rub her clit as he emptied himself inside of her. They both finished, Pepa laying down on the passenger side with her feet in his lap. He sat there, covered in sweat and feeling both guilty, and so satisfied as his cum poured down her folds.

"You...n-need to stop talking me out of a condom. I'm trying to be responsible here."

She grinned, reaching into her purse to grab the snacks she stole.

"I'M responsible! I take my birth control, and you're the only guy I've told to not use a condom, we're fine. You're just mad because you like it."

He swallowed, despite his painfully dry mouth.

"Jesus, how much chocolate have you eaten?"

"Hey, I can eat what I want. I run on chocolate, coffee, and cock. Perks of a fast metabolism ~"

She grinned smugly as she dumped more garbage in her mouth. She looked so pretty like this, naked, cum dripping down her, and glowing in delight as she indulged herself. He shouldn't like her. But he did. He really, really did. He jumped a bit as her phone rang, before she picked it up.

"Hey mami! Uh huh. No, the movie just ended. Who did I go with? Amanda. Uh huh. Uhm...let me ask her, it's kind of out of our way."

She covered the phone with her hand as she looked at him in panic.

"She wants me to go pick up Bruno from theater club!"

"Well OBVIOUSLY I can't do that! Tell her she's in a hurry!"

Pepa faked a smile as she got on the phone again.

"No, sorry mami, she said she's dropping me off at the station then heading home. I know, she's being such a little bitch."

Something about her smirk let him know that wasn't for 'Amanda'.

"Uh huh. Yeah I'll call her, see if Julie can take him. Okay. I'll be home soon, love you, bye!"

She hung up quickly, groaning.

"Ugh, Bruno needs to learn to drive already. Speaking of, you should be taking me back before mami starts to worry."

"Right. I just need my...where are my keys?"

He patted his jacket, before she grinned, holding them in her hand.

"I mean take me back AFTER I've had a turn behind the wheel."

"Okay no, I draw the line there."

She swiped the keys away as gmhe tried to snatch them, scowling.

"A compromise. You let me drive, and I'll wear WHATEVER you want to your next class."

"...whatever I want?"

"Mhmm. And I'll bend over after I drop my pencil, so you can look at my but and stuff, and I'll even do those fake stretches so you can look at my tits like the old perv you are."

He thought about this. Another awful idea, but his dick thought for him.

"Fine. But I want a pair of your underwear to take home."

She laughed loudly, before grabbing her panties and tossing it at him.

"Here, pervert. Now am I gonna drive, or what?"

"...fine. Switch."

"Yay!"

This was an awful idea. But the pretty panties in his hands let him think, for a moment, that this was a good one.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #teacher au #seriously im obsessed #Félix genuinely can't stop fucking her #he's trying and she's totally abusing the system #also this Félix just keeps trying to put on a damn condom and shes like 'lol nope'

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vannybarber · 3 years

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Eyes Forward

Summary: Let's face it, long haired Chris is irresistible. So you take your chances.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, oral (f to m), handjob, rimming (f to m), LONG HAIRED CHRIS, fluff 🥺 this gif can absorb me 🥵.

Watching the two beautiful brown skinned goddesses grind and makeout on the screen, you couldn't help the puddle forming in your panties. This wasn't the first time you and your buddy Christopher have watched explict films together. In fact, it was one of you guys' favorites genres.

You and Chris had found a show called 'The Wire', which has a 9.3 rating on IMDB. A rating that high on such a stingy app had to be good. A sex scene between the two women had arrived, which threw you both off because of how unfiltered it was. But you weren't complaining. Neither was Chris.

He was fixated on the TV, watching the view before him, a boner visibly formed through his grey sweats. Trying to adjust himself, he fails as he gets distracted again by the close up of them.

Getting a sudden burst of bravery, you maneuver your left hand onto his bulge and rub it in a slow motion. He whips his head at you, puzzled, but somehow absentmindedly grinding himself onto your hand.

You put your index finger to your mouth and point back to the screen with a small smirk. He follows your silent orders without protest. It's not like he could form words at the moment anyway.

The scene gets more intense as the woman straddling Sonja, the actress, breasts show on the screen and she takes them both in her mouth. Chris sucks in a breath, which is quickly covered with a cough as you add pressure to his covered length. You let a giggle escape from your pressed lips.

You turn your body so your front is fully facing his right side and switch hands, laying your right one back on his pants and your left around his neck.

"Y/N..", he says through gritted teeth.

"Shh and keep your eyes foward." You nibble on his ear and squeeze him to affirm your instructions. Moving your lips down to his neck, planting long but soft kisses, he groans, thrusting himself up in your grip. Getting at his hints, you push your hand inside his pants and slowly smooth a soft but firm way down his shaft. It almost shocked you how long it took your fingertips to reach the head.

You look up at Chris and his eyes are slowly closing so you squeeze him in your hand. He shoots his eyes open and looks at you.

"Do not close your eyes. Keep them open and watch the TV" you command in a rather stern voice. "Don't they look amazing?" He nods his head in agreement.

"The one with the short hair has beautiful tits." You smile because he's absolutely right.

"Yes, she does. Look at the way she's sucking them." As you comment on the scene, you rub your hand up and down his cock as much as possible, but grow frustrated with the restriction of his clothes. "Take your pants off."

He moves to shove his jeans down and kicks his feet out the holes. Getting a better view, he is well endowed. You take both hands and stroke him. He can't help but watch, but the scene is over so you don't scold him.

"You like that baby?" You coax him, moving a little faster. You both make eye contact and he breathlessly lets out a 'yes'. You bit your lip and smile. Catching him off guard, you dip your head down and take him in your mouth.

He maneuvers his right hand onto your ass, giving it a squeeze. You moan around him, making him groan and thrust up into your mouth. Suddenly you pull back. He quickly gets worried.

"What's wrong?" You cup his cheek.

"Oh nothing. As much as I love you feeling on my ass, I want you to see me sucking your cock."

With that, you slide off the couch and on your knees in between his legs. He sighs, appeased and adjusting himself so he could get the perfect view.

"Hope you weren't worried there." You joke, smiling and winking at him. He grins, shaking his head. He's still rock solid and throbbing when you grab his cock again and sliding your mouth back on it.

After bobbing your head up and down for some time, you take him out and push his legs further out to drag your tounge from the very bottom, swirling around his tight hole. You let out a hot breath over it, resulting in him letting out a small whimper while you pump him faster.

You move back up, tongue still on him and lick up his wide shaft and take him back in your mouth, finishing him off. A few more seconds and you feel him twitch.

"Fuck, I'm 'bout to cum" he groans out. Warm shots of his seed score in your throat and slide down your tongue. Satisfied, you suck up and off him, making sure you collect every drop. You open your mouth, and show him the mess he made in you. He nods with approval.

"Swallow."

You gulp down all the sweet content and smile at him. Getting off your knees, you strip from your clothes, pussy aching from the need to have him inside you. He watches as you remove everything, all your forbidden parts coming into view.

"Like whatcha see, Evans?" You smirk at him.

"Yeah, but I'd like it better if it was inside it." He doesn't have to say any more. You climb on his lap and pull his shirt over his head, ginger locks falling back into place.

"Ya know, I'm really loving this look. You should keep your hair like this." You comb your fingers through his silky hair, mesmerized with it.

"If it makes you do shit like this, I'm just might." He traces his fingers on your thighs and moves them up your hips and on your back, pushing you towards him. Your lips plant on his, moving in perfect motion, not missing one beat.

Mouths staying connected, you grab his cock and meet it with your entrance and sink down slowly to feel it stretch every wall. You suck in a breath and moan, fully seated on him. After getting comfortable, you pull away and start moving on him. Looking in his eyes, you search for his breaking point. The move that's gonna do it for him.

"You like that baby? You like when I bounce on your cock?" His eyes shift almost at your verbal attack. He slaps your ass in response but also a warning. You just grin. It's working.

"Gotdamn Y/N, you're so fucking tight." His face crunches up, head thrown to the cushion of the couch. You squeeze him as a thanks. Workouts pay off.

"A tight, wet pussy and a big ole cock, what'd you expect?" You kind of laugh as you move faster on him. You could feel him touching every spot inside you, that sharp ping of pleasure hitting you everytime you slide back up.

"Fuck, daddy you're gonna make me cum," you whine out, not being able to handle the feeling, like you asserted before. You flatten your palms on his shoulders and try to bounce as fast as you can, but the ecstasy is weakening your ability. Chris takes notice and quickly solves the issue.

Pushing you towards him, he adjusts your knees up a little closer to his hips and grips your ass and starts fucking into you. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and drop your head down beside his.

"Mmm Chris that feels so," you let out a whimper when he hits your spot 2 thrusts in a row, "so good."

"Mhm you thought you were the one in control, didn't you sweetheart?" The sound of your ass hitting his thighs accelerates your want to cum. You need it so bad.

"Shoving your hand down my pants, tryna seduce me, but who's the one getting her pretty little hole fucked??" At every word, a thrust gets harder and your mind goes even more blank.

You can't even form words, only adorable tiny noises and moans leaving your vocal box. He grips your waist roughly, not satisfied with your answer.

"You better fucking answer me or I'll stop right now and make you suck me off again and this sweet little pussy won't get to cum." He slaps your sore pussy and you inhale a single, but deadly breath.

"I am! I'm getting my little h-hole fucked," you scream. It was humiliating, but that's what made it more arousing. You tried to be in control, but failing effortlessly once he was deep inside you.

"Good baby. Daddy's fucking this hole way better than anyone else could, so it's only fair that it belong to me now, right?" He looks up at you and grabs your face to look him in the eyes. "This pussy is mine, yeah?"

At this point, fuck it.

"Yes, Daddy my hole belongs to you! All my holes are yours." You could feel that familiar pressure rising in the pit of your stomach as he fucks up in it. You grow excited, but more determined to make it last.

"I'm gonna cum," you moan as he lets your face go, but not breaking eye contact. "Make me cum, Daddy. I wanna cum all over your cock. I want it so bad. More than anything!"

"Just let go, baby. Let go for Daddy." His voice is soft and encouraging. You do as he says and let your orgasm take over your body. He could feel your hot cum spreading all over the head of his cock.

In retaliation, he shortly follows, filling your pussy to the brim, quite more than he ever has before.

"I feel so full." You sigh, content and fulfilled. A dopey smile is on your face and your body is limp. He rubs your back and plants kisses on the side of your face and on your shoulder blade.

"I'm gonna go give you a bath. Alright, bear?" He turns his head, waiting for you to look at him and give the 'ok'. You lift your head.

"Can we just stay here for a little bit longer please?" He kisses your nose and wraps his arms around you, securing you to him.

"Of course." You lie your head back down and close your eyes.

You could get used to this.

I know I said I was gonna finish this a long time ago, but I got distracted per usual 😭 hope you guys liked it 🧡

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#chris evans #cevans #captain america #avengers #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #steve rogers #andy barber #ransom drysdale #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #smut #vannybarber

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eunchs · 2 years

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fluff, not proof read

oh no. you've done it. you actually did- no you did not just broke your roommate's ps5. you stood in place frozen. 'what the hell just happened.' you swore you put it safely on the shelf... so how did it fall off?? well you didn't had much time to think when you realized heeseung can walk in the door within minutes, so like any human being would you scramble to find a solution. and the easiest solution you had right now is to hide it, well until you buy a new one at least.

picking up the broken ps5 that's barely holding on by a few wires you inspected what you could do. But instead you have really no idea what you're looking at, before you can inspect any further you heard the familiar lock pad sounds

'shit.'

you made a dash to the door and right as he walked in, you covered the scene behind you with your body and in seconds you switched his position so that he would face you and the door instead of his.... well broken ps5. "oh- wha- is something wrong y/n?" he asked, quite suspicious of your actions. "huh? oh what no of course not everything's perfectly fine!" you nervously chuckled. "i just wanted to uh- switch positions y'know? we've never done that before so.. i- uh thought it would be a new experience! right yeah." you smiled sheepishly at him.

".....okay...? well then i should wash up first." Heeseung stated, making a half turn to the hallway before you stopped him by turning him back to you. "wait! uh don't wash up yet!" you stammered out. "what? why? y/n something's wrong isn't it." he tried to turn back again, running out of ideas to stop him you decided on one. never let them know your next move. you grabbed both of his shoulders and pulled him in for a short peck out of panic. slowly letting go, you suddenly felt a hand on your waist pulling you back in for a longer kiss.

this time though, the kiss felt more passionate and you felt all the emotions and feelings you've kept from him pouring into this kiss. you really gave it your all for this kiss and so did he. pulling away for real this time he stared softly at your eyes, a bright smile slowly creeping up to his cheeks. "am i dreaming or did you just kissed me." he asked, not being able to retract his wide grin. "i like you a lot heeseung and i hoped you kissing back meant you like me too..." you whispered but the close proximity between you two made him able to hear every word you said. instead of answering you, he dragged you into your room, pulling you into bed.

you fell into his arms immediately and he tucked your head under his chin. "so can i be your boyfriend?" he asked, you felt his heartbeat rapidly going faster "i'd love that". his smile grew even wider if that was even possible. his face was shining so bright, it was contagious and it made you smile too. but then it hit you. did he saw his broken ps5 on the way to the bedroom?? oh well i guess, you're pretty sure the ps5 is long forgotten at this point.

a short timestamp since i've been busy with school.... pls wait for me i'll post a longer fic soon!!

#enhypen imagines #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #enhypen scenarios #heeseung fluff #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x reader #heeseung blurbs #enhypen timestamps

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shiverss-s · 2 years

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Could you write some Satan smut with a male MC

Sure thing Maxy

This is my first smut in a while sorry im rusty

Satan x M!Mc

Three~

smutttt warning

"Wait so you're telling me? You didn't even cum?" Asmo questioned Mc. Asmo and Mc were very open about their sex lives. Mc sat down as he scrolled through his D.D.D.

"I should've gotten an award for how much I was faking it. Moans and all. It takes a lot for me to actually get off on things" Mc laughed.

"Why must you two share this in the living room." Satan sighed. He was buried into his book. He couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. He's always been attracted to Mc. He thinks he could take Mc anyway.

"Oh I have an appointment to get too" Asmo's D.D.D. buzzed as he rushed out the door.

"Bye Asmo be safe love" Mc turned off his D.D.D.

"Why not?" Mc decided to mess with Satan since he was bored. Satan looked up raising an eyebrow questioning what Mc said. "Why not talk about sex. To be so passionate. To just feel satisfied- well you wouldn't know about that one would you?" Mc teased.

"What makes you think that" Satan closed his book and crossed his legs. Mc could sense he was getting a bit angry.

"Well, you choose books more than people. Plus you don't seem like the type." Mc walked next to Satan to grab the DDD charger.

"I'll show you the type of demon I am" Satan grabbed Mc and sat him on his lap. This seemed to escalate quickly. Suddenly Satan was in his demon form. Mc didn't know if he should be scared or not but either way, he was turned on. Mc tried to cover his erection but failed as Satan brushed his hand over Mc's crotch. He let out a small whimper. "What's wrong kitten?" Satan whispered in Mc's ear. His breath brushed against Mc's neck.

"I don't know what you're talking abou-" Satan rubbed his hand on Mc's crotch unzipping Mc's pants. Mc's cock sprang free.

"Sure you don't." Satan started stroking Mc's cock. "Look at me like the good boy you are." Mc sat up straight trying to keep his composure. He looked Satan in they eyes but Satan pulled him into a kiss. Satan began to stroke Mc's throbbing cock a bit faster making a moan come out of Mc's mouth. This gave Satan the ability to shove his tongue into Mc's mouth his tongue asserting dominance as Mc's tongue follows. As they kiss broke Satan began to take off Mc's shirt. He kissed down Mc's jawline and started to suck on Mc's sweet spot. The sudden pleasure mamaged to make Mc cum. Satan's brought his hand up to his mouth and licked it.

"You taste sweet, here taste" Satan roughly grabbed Mc's head so Mc could taste. This casued Mc to get even more turned on than before.

"Now its my turn. Let's get you undressed." Mc got up and took off his pants. Satan stared at Mc not taking an eye off of him. He took off his own clothes and thats when Mc saw Satan's hard cock. Just the thought of Satan pounding into Mc was enough to send him over the edge.

"Come on" Satan sat Mc next to him. He grabbed Mc by the hair and moved Mc's face towards his hard cock.

"Come on baby boy, lets see how good that mouth is besides talking shit." Mc hesitated but slowly started to lick Satan's tip. Mc thought if Satan wanted to be that way he could tease him just as much. He slowly licked around the head and he took in a few inches in his mouth. "That's not gonna work for me." Satan grabbed Mc's head and started to fuck Mc's throat.

"What happened to you arguing kitten? Now you're just a mess. Getting fucked is that what you wanted?" Satan laughed knowing Mc couldn’t answer. Satan licked his fingers and inserted them into Mc's tight ass. Mc moaned as his ass was getting fucked. The moan vibrated on Satan's dick and he suddenly let out a soft groan. Hearing Satan's low groan turned on Mc and sent him over the edge again.

"You made a mess on the couch? Pathetic." Satan smiled. He started to fuck Mc's throat more and more still fucking Mc's ass with his fingers. After a bit Satan came.

"That's it swallow it." Satan purred. He pulled Mc off of him and stood him up. "Now let's see how much my little fuck toy can take." Satan pulled Mc back on his lap. He slowly inserted himself.

"One, two, three, four, five..." Satan pushes himself further and further. "You know what you let's just do all of it." Satan slams to Mc. The room filled with a loud smack. Mc felt so full and let out an uncontrollable moan.

"Oh- fuck Satan. You're so big" Mc moaned. Satan began to pound into Mc grinning seeing Mc's face filled with pleasure. Satan began to rub Mc's dick which was already sensitive. He started to suck on Mc's neck leaving marks all over.

"Such a good kitten" Fucked Mc for a little bit longer.

"Im going too-" Satan started to rub Mc faster. Both of them reached their climax at the same time. The room filled with a symphony of breathless moans.

"Three." Satan said to himself. Kissing Mc on the cheek.

"What?" Mc panted.

"Three times. You came three times." Satan said proudly. "Next time I'll aim for more. Let's get you cleaned up. You did so good." Satan pulled out of Mc and put on his boxers. He got a blanket and covered Mc. Mc tried to get up but Satan sat him back down and carried him.

#obey me #obey me lord diavolo #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me one shot #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me smut #obey me headcanons

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