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inkskinned · 4 months
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you keep having dreams about the holidays. in this last one, everyone is happy again, and it is a good day for a moment, the way that sometimes peace could settle in restless clumps over everyone's head. your father is downstairs, everyone else is picking a movie to watch. your cat is still alive and in your mother's lap. you aren't afraid to go into the kitchen to eat, the guilt isn't there yet, and everything is free. your dog is lying down with your siblings, tongue lolling out his mouth. everything feels warm and silly.
you see your hand in the kitchen and you see the light of the fridge click on and some part of you says go back into the living room, you're missing the good part. this is how you spent most of your childhood: when you weren't in the room, it was alright. being in the room was the problem. you spent so much being present wishing someone would notice if you left. you love these people. there is something fundamentally wrong with your head. you stand in the kitchen and feel that rabid heart of yours; the one that tries to make you leave any situation, even when you're wanted.
you don't have this anymore. the mashed potatoes you pull out of tupperware containers spell out big letters on the counter. when you wake up, this isn't the life you have anymore.
sometimes that's an amazing thing - you are so glad you're out of this fucking house. when the peace breaks here, it shatters into months-long screaming. these gulfs and valleys are illusions. you're holding your breath even in the memory, waiting for the wrong thing to happen, the thing that splinters the family.
but sometimes... it would be nice to have this version of the house back. the fire is roaring. someone is laughing so hard it sounds like they're crying, wheezing through the story they're telling, michael buble is singing. in a few hours it will be time for pie, but in the meantime you're going to watch some fast and the furious something. you're all going to talk over most of it, quip lines at each other like it's mystery science theatre. you're all just about to start a board game or maybe a family art project. you're just about to hang up garlands.
someone asked you recently - what if you wake up and it's november of 2013. there are a lot of things that you would be horrified by. the things you'd have to relive, the bitter slow pain of recovery. and fuck, you'd still have to escape him, and the parts of this house that are ugly. to deliver yourself, mangled, into the long road you take in therapy. fuck that entirely.
but you'd also have this moment back, standing half in the kitchen and half in the living room, talk-shouting at your siblings, wiggling and dancing, throwing karate chops at each other and splitting the last crescent roll and gleefully telling college stories your mother really doesn't want to know. the house like this is warm, held in this space before-things. in this world it will be a few years before your family is splintered. these days you have to get in a car to travel to each visit, looping each person together in a little embroidery constellation. here it is loud. it will be a few years before the holidays are quiet, reserved, a little distant.
in the dream, you waver, your hand outstretched. for the love of god, go back the room. go back in and tell them you love them, tell them what this means to you. for the love of god, go now!
you're gonna wake up soon.
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evilminji · 7 months
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You know what I never see explored?
"Not on MY watch!" Superfan Dash Baxter. The young, limnal, quarterback built like a tank and willing to hit like one.
Because let's be real here. Imagine that scenario: Dash, heading to practice with his Bros. His best friends. The team. When? Oh shit! It's PHANTOM! Best day EVER right?
Except it's NOT.
Somethings wrong. He's not as graceful as he usually is. There is no clever comebacks. He looks beat up, man. What HAPPENED? Everyone looks confused when Dash looks around. But before he can call up to him?
Phantom is Shot Out Of The SKY.
Hits the football field HARD. The entire team is already running. Full sprint. It's those fucking GIW. Already driving onto the field and tearing it up. Jumping out, weapons primed.
Phantom's not... oh god, he's not getting up.
He looks hurt. Really hurt. Those bastards are closing in.
Dash's team? Has his back. They're also fans. Friends of his. Not a single one hesitates. They put their BACKS into it and welcome these sick fucks to Tackle Practice. With a follow up of "Taste Your Own Teeth". Amity special, coach would be proud.
But Dash... fuck, he can't wail on these guys AND protect Phantom at the same time. Kwan tells him to go. Throws him his keys. His car is least shit. Dash owes him SO many pizzas for this. First pick on movies for LIFE, man.
It hurts to leave his team behind. His best friend. But Dash has to GO. He can already hear the Fentons closing in. He grabs Phantom, his HERO, and runs for his life.
Barely manages to peel out of there in time. Floors it. Calls Paulina, obviously. She and Star are doing a spa day thing. She picks up because she KNOWS he wouldn't bother her if it wasn't serious. And-!
Oh...
Oh fuck.
In the rear view mirror. The Fentons and GIW just screeched onto the road behind him. Closing distance FAST. What does he do? Paulina he can't... he WON'T hand Phantom over!
And of course she understands. For God's sake, she in LOVE with the guy. He's never heard her sound so scared and furious. They'll get phantom over her twice dead body. She and Star are making some sort of noises, chanting, and...?
Giant Amazons with swords? GHOST Amazons. Suddenly in the road, jumping over his car to attack the cars behind him. Paulina what the FUCK?? She been talking to her Abuela, APPARENTLY. Who's friends aunt's "roomate" was particularly good at communicating with the dead. So OBVIOUSLY Paulina got her to send notes and studied them in secret.
Gotta be able to speak to you future husband's family in their native language. You win brownie points. Gives her a step up. "Not the point"? It's kind of a point! Giant warrior women! Who-?
Paulina made friends while practicing.
Of course she did. Why is he even REMOTELY surprised she chose the giant terrifying Amazons to be beasties with? He's know her for years. He should know better by now.
.....he feels small asking. Hates that his voice shakes. But... but what do they DO, 'Lina?
What he hates even more is the little shake in his childhood friends voice, even though she's trying to sound certain and strong. What they Do? What they DO is Dash drives his ass the her house, gets in her BETTER car, which she is going to load up, and they leave Amity.
She has LOADS of money. All sorts of jewelry. They're very last season. Frankly, she.. she can't WAIT to pawn them if they have too. They just have to drive. Get Phantom as far away from those freaks as possible. Get help.
And? It could go so many ways from there? Paulina LOVES Phantom. How will she reconcile that with her views on Fenton? How will Dash? Seperated from their roles as "the popular ones" and "the crazy people's son". Knowing that... that Danny likes her TOO.
But she's been AWFUL to him. She said so much. DID so much.
Do the even? LIKE each other? Or just the IDEA of each other? The person they made up in their heads.
They're afraid, tired, on the run. But free from school, the expectations of others, the baked in histories of a small town. Who ARE they as people? Do they like each other? COULD they?
I want to believe that Paulina really means it. That no one is at their best in middle and high school. They say and do stupid, mean, shallow shit. Because the world presses and presses and tells them it's all they are worth. Because they don't know who they ARE yet. Because she is a child. Not yet eighteen.
And Danny isn't perfect either. He saw a pretty, pretty face and got distracted by it. Didn't see how HARD she works. How smart she is. How ambitious and brilliant at reading people.
Are they trying to get to an Embassy? To Paulina's extended Family to the south, who would most certainly take them in, and would gladly fight gods for them? Or is this a crossover? Are they going towards other Heros? Older ones?
Is Paulina planning to pull a Lois Lane and Cause Problems On Purpose? Is Dash HAUNTED by "oh fuck, Wes was right." And now knows he's gonna have just... just WALK UP TO THEM. Broad ass daylight. Like "hello, I clearly know your secret identity! Please don't kill me!"?
Whatever the plan? Danny is in the back row of Paulina's once nice, now beat to hell car, bleeding irresistibly damaging acidic ecto-blood all over the seats. Wrapped up like a mummy. Texting Tucker.
The live tweets from Amity are... An Event. A Spectacle for the ages. His parents KNOW now, have speed run their grief STRAIGHT to RAGE, directed that rage at the GIW, and gone to WAR. Once a Fenton, always a Fenton. Jazz was right. "Anti-ghost" sentience testing once a week DID pay off.
Was it a pain in the ass? Absolutely. But results don't lie. He clearly passed. Is clearly sentient, emotional, and their son. All in hard numbers they ran themselves. Will it stop them attack FULL ghosts? Jazz has no idea. But it sure did convince them to put the GIW in a hole and fill it with concrete.
Danny's getting reports of "you SHOT MY BABY!" Being shouted in public. Sam has decided to channel her frustration at being unable to help him into Full Goth Dramatic Shit Stirring. Non-waterproof mascara, disheveled hair. Clutching a picture of him. Dramatic howling and weeping in the arms of her parents.
Apparently now that he's presumed DEAD, the Mansons ALWAYS loved him. Like a SON to them. A sweet, innocent child. Their daughters friend! The GIW are monsters and child killers, they decry.
And the Red Huntress is... Oh, yikes. Yeah he should call her. Val is one more bad thing happening from her villian origin story. At least she... PROBABLY... has killed anyone yet. Note to self: when Danny can actually move torso again, buy Valerie soothing anti-stress...everything. All the things. She responds to stress by punching. Deliver from safe, non-punchable distance.
All in all? My Dash? Needs more Dash! Give the popular kids a chance to prove they aren't just cardboard cut outs! That they can grow beyond the roles high-school and society has pushed them into! Give them some trauma! Why only Danny? Spread the psychic damage!
@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe
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lipringlrh · 7 months
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race for your heart | mv1
summary: you’re not meant to be there, but you can’t stay away, especially not from the racer who can’t stop winning.
pairing: illegal street racer!max x fem!reader
an: might be my fave thing i’ve ever written. thinking of making this a mini series, thoughts? i’m also not an illegal street racer and have never seen one so might not be accurate x
word count: 3.7k
warnings: illegal, police chase, speeding, mentions of drugs and dodgy men
feedback appreciated and requests open!!
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You'd been here a few times before, not regularly, never more than twice a month, but enough times to know how everything goes. You weren't meant to be here the first time, you found it by a complete accident but you were grateful now. It filled you with both excitement and dread to be here. It was illegal and wrong, nevermind the fact someone could die.
The place was crawling with creeps and criminals everywhere, one wrong move or one wrong sentence could get you on the wrong side of some dangerous people, but you lived for the thrill. The danger of the drive, and watching the drivers do it. In brand new sports cars you could only dream of affording. You didn't really know much about the drivers, except one.
Max.
He caught your eye instantly when you'd first shown. He was stood there, head to toe in black, his arm placed carefully on his car, showing off all the right bits. He was the reason you kept coming back. He was fast, quicker than all the other drivers, and everyone knew it. He was the one people wanted to challenge, to beat, but they never seemed to.
You'd seen the bets. The money people were giving to the winner after every race. More money than you knew what to do with. You craved it, the luxury and the lifestyle, but it seemed impossible. You weren't a fast driver, and you weren't a criminal by any means yet you still found yourself drawn here every time. And drawn to the driver everyone deemed untouchable.
He was the same today: a winner. You never expected any different, no one did. All the prizes were handed to him on a gold platter. Crowds cheered for him, men patting him on the back as he got out of his car to grab a beer. He met your eye again as he sat at the bar. He was left alone now, the crowds already moving on to the next big thing to talk about. He didn't look away, and for the second time, he found himself walking over to you.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" He grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. He changed his clothes after the race, now dressed in a white button-down and jeans.
He was weary of you the first time you met. You looked lost, you were, and you were not the kind of person to be here. You looked too pure and good to be surrounded by lousy criminals with more money than they knew what to do with. He wondered if you were with the police, trying to scope out the area and shut it down, but he learned quickly he was wrong.
You explained you were lost and he blindly believed you. He was worried once you figured out what you were doing that you would go to the police but he made you promise you wouldn't, and after he watched how your knees went weak after he called you a "good girl," he knew you wouldn't.
He saw you the next few times you went, looking less and less lost every time, but he never caught your eye long enough to feel confident in walking over. "Can you imagine that?" He thought to himself, "I'm treated as though I'm a fucking god around here and I still can't talk to a girl." He beat himself down over it, watching you interact with people he never wanted you to talk to, in fear they'd ruin the pure image he'd created of you in his head. So he watched from afar, giving creeps the eye long enough to scare them off. Of course, you didn't know it was him sending these men away, but sometimes you were grateful and other times you weren't. He felt bad for a moment before not caring again. "It's to keep her safe," he promised to himself every time.
You didn't reply to him immediately, instead drinking in his appearance: the way his face looked under the moonlight, the way his jaw locked when you didn't reply, and the way his shirt stretched over his muscles perfectly, letting you see everything.
"So?" he replied, smirking, watching you look him up and down more times than he could count, "are you going to answer me?"
You're eyes flew to his face again, watching as he became more confident the longer he saw you looking.
"What did you ask?" you mumbled, holding eye contact.
"I said: "What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, again?" Think you can answer that?" he challenged, taking a step closer. He saw what he did to other girls, how he made them crumble, but nothing compared to you, and how he loved watching his effect on you.
"I- well, I just came for a beer?" you answered, sounding more unconfident the more you went on. You knew why you were here: because you liked it, but you didn't want to. It was criminal yet here you were, enjoying the thrill and the danger. And watching Max, racing or not.
"And the last time? And the time before that? You don't seem like the type of girl to go out drinking alone, especially to the type of place so dirty and illegal." He asked, teasing, stepping closer once again. His voice was growing louder even as he got closer until he was touching you and leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you like it, don't you?"
Your body shuddered at the closeness, your hand flying straight to his arm to keep balance. Instead, you made it worse for yourself, grabbing straight onto his muscles, and turning your face the slightest shade of red. You hoped Max wouldn't be able to see - you were too close and there wasn't much light, but you were very wrong. Crowds moved everywhere around you, but all of Max's focus was on you. It was impossible for him not to notice, he was trying to pick up on every detail that he could about you.
His head lifted back up so you could see him fully like he could see you. Your faces were barely apart, a few centimetres at best, but it still messed with your head, a million thoughts flying everywhere at once until there were none. None other than Max and what his lips would feel like pressed against yours.
You let out the slightest nod as a response to his question. You didn't want to admit you liked it but with Max so close to you it was the only reaction you could even fathom of giving. He was messing with your head and he hasn't even done anything yet.
"Are you going to answer me like a good girl or just stand there?" he says, with the cockiest attitude you'd ever seen. He knew what he did to you, and what else those two little words would do, and he loved it.
Before you got the chance to reply, you felt pressure on your back and you were pushed into Max. He grabbed you and kept you upright, but he couldn't miss the sudden uproar of the crowd and the fact they were all running in the same direction.
He gave you a once over to make sure you were alright before looking forward to try to see what was happening. People were screaming and running and he couldn't tell why. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner, pulling you closer in an attempt to keep you safe.
So many people were shouting at him and he couldn't make out what anyone was saying. He was trying to figure it out but it seemed impossible. You were almost pushed again but the person managed to stop themselves. Max didn't care, he was almost starting to shout at them for their recklessness until he finally found out what was happening.
"Police! Run!" the man screamed at him before carrying on running himself. It was like his fight or flight mode kicked in and he wasn't going to get caught.
"My car," he said as he realised an escape plane, telling you at the same time. He found your hand and took off running, dragging you with him. He led you both to the side of the crowd so that you wouldn't get lost and led you quickly to his car.
Police were everywhere, especially near the cars. They were parked on the road but out of the way of the runners. Many of them were unregistered or stolen, and others held bags upon bags of drugs. Police were stood by his car, trying to look inside the windows for anything immediately suspicious. They were covering the drivers side and he knew he would have to be fast.
"When I jump across to the drivers side, get into the passenger seat and shut the door," he called back to you. You processed the information, barely, and nodded, but Max was already focused on using his free hand to find his keys.
He got them, twisting them around, and unlocking the car just as he was about to reach it. The police were looking in the backseat, but were too slow to process the flashing orange lights and the doors at the opposite side opening.
Max leaped in and switched sides like a machine, doing it with so much ease it seemed impossible. He grabbed the driver's side door, holding it close as officers tried to open it.
"Get in," he screamed, watching as you paused for a moment. You made eye contact with an officer whilst quickly overthinking your whole life up until this moment. How did this happen?
You couldn't think much longer and you got inside, shutting the door shut with a slam. You let out a sigh of relief much too quickly as your breath hitched with the speed the car had just started.
Max locked the doors and took off in a flash. The car sped up in an instant, going to speeds you never dreamed of. Max was absorbed into the roads, dodging people and officers as he tried to escape.
Your hand gripped the seats until your knuckles were white; this was not a situation you ever wanted to be in. Max noticed, taking his eyes off of the road every few seconds to double-check you were okay.
"I do this every day and I've never got hurt," his eyes flicked back to your face after trying to reassure you, which was obviously failing.
"You won't get into trouble with the police either." he tried again. After looking at you again, he realised how badly he was failing. He didn't know what to do. He was fine in situations like these and had never had to comfort anyone. Every solution was running through his mind, not only to get out of here safe and alive but to make sure you knew that.
"Hold my hand," he ordered softly, holding out his hand for you to grab.
"Don't you need to focus on driving?" you questioned, worried. He laughed and lifted his other hand off of the wheel too. When he saw your face he immediately put it back on but kept the other outstretched for you to grab.
You looked at it for a second before grabbing it, interlacing your fingers together, and bringing your hands to rest on top of your thighs. His thumb immediately started traveling back and forth along the back of your hand as you decided to focus on that rather than the road in front of you.
"I promise you I will keep you safe. Nothing bad will happen," he spoke gently. He smiled at you, not that you were looking, but he thought that it might lift the mood anyway. "Trust me," he added, in the softest tone he thought he'd ever spoken with. He shook his head - he was going soft for a girl he's only ever spoken to twice.
You nodded gently, genuinely trusting him for a moment. That all faded when you started hearing sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer.
Max looked through the wing mirrors before speeding up the car even more. You subconsciously squeezed his hand more, gripping it like a vice.
"Okay, pretty girl, I'm going to need my hand back but it's only to keep you safe. I promise I'm going to keep you safe." You didn't believe him but you tried anyway.
You let go of his hand reluctantly, going back to squeezing the seats. You let out a shaky breath and tried to see what was going on behind you. You were on a motorway, going much higher than the speed limit. You could see three police cars in your view, all trying to catch you up.
Max hit the pedal again, speeding up impossibly faster. His eyes were on the road, occasionally on the police behind him and occasionally on you. If he had it his way, they'd be always on you, but he promised to keep you safe and was doing his damn best to keep it.
"We're going faster than their cars can physically go. We'll lose them in no time." He did another once over of you, taking in how petrified you looked once again. "Sitting so tense is going to make you more tense. I don't want you to worry yourself sick."
"Sorry," you mumbled, taking a quick look in the mirrors to see the police much further in the distance than you thought they would be.
"Don't apologise, pretty girl." he spoke, moving the car to the first lane.
He went round a sharp turn, almost heading onto a junction exit but only just missing it. He sped up again, heading around the next corner with flying speed.
"The police will think we just turned off, we'll turn off at the next one." You just nodded, going along with everything. You barely knew the man yet you were on a literal police chase with him.
He slowed the car down to a normal speed, placing his hand back into yours, "see, we're okay."
"We're okay," you repeated, trying to reassure yourself. His thumb was back to tracing lines on the back of your hand and it was helping you more than you'd like to admit.
It wasn't long until you turned off, traveling at a normal speed down some city suburb roads. You headed into an area you'd never seen, full of some of the biggest houses you imagined the city had to offer. You didn't even know where you were going yet you trusted Max blindly.
He parked in front of a huge residence, with all sorts of fancy cars parked in front. You imagined multiple massive families could live there with tonnes of spare space due to the sheer size of the front alone. It was truly extraordinanry.
"Where are we?" You questioned. Max had turned off the car and leaned back in his seat. His hand never left yours, and his thumb never stopped brushing back and forth.
"My home," he spoke, watching your face convey more emotions than he thought was possible. Your mind was racing a mile a minute: what did he want from you? was he kidnapping you? did he want something in return for saving you? You didn't like the thought of what was happening at all but Max read you easily.
"I can drive you back home if you'd prefer. Or take you somewhere, get you a hotel, anything," he spoke sincerely. He fully believed anything you'd want him to do, he would do for you, and he would go to the ends of the world to do it.
"I don't think I can be alone right now." You said, training your eyes onto yours and Max's hand.
"I can take you to a friend's? I can stay with you? I can take you somewhere crowded? Whatever you want me to do, I will do." He said, promising himself he would do whatever you wanted.
It was stupid - so stupid - the way Max had made you feel safe and the fact you wanted to stay by him. Not one thing led to the conclusion that he was a good man yet you still wanted to stay.
"My house is probably over an hour away." You knew Max could drive fast, you knew he could get you there much quicker but you didn't want to leave him. You looked out the window, at his house.
Max saw the way you looked at it, longingly yet worriedly. He didn't want to push you to make a decision, he wanted you to say it himself. He gave you hand a few reassuring squeezes, urging you to say what you felt.
"I want to stay with you," you whispered. You still stared at his house in horror and amusement. Max could see you in the reflection and could feel the worry radiating off you - he wanted nothing more than to make you feel safe.
"Let's go to a hotel." he said, your head immediately flicking back to look at his, "We can get different rooms if you'd like, but if you'd feel more comfortable there, we can go. It's no problem at all."
"Yes please," you nodded, grateful for Max's thinking. The more he was talking, the more comfortable and safe you felt around him. Past you would probably be calling yourself stupid in every way you knew how, but you felt like it'd be okay this time.
He drove off carefully, sticking to all the speed limits, something he rarely did when he was alone. He took you to a nearby hotel, only a ten-minute drive away. It was a lovely-looking hotel, something you'd never check yourself into though when you could just get the classic cheap ones that always worked fine.
"You okay?" Max asked carefully as you peered outside.
"This looks expensive, Max."
God, he loved when you said his name. You hadn't said it a lot but he felt like he could get addicted every time.
He chuckled in amusement, "I've got more money than I could use if I tried, it's on me."
You nodded and opened the car door, unfortunately dropping Max's hand in the process. Not for long though, as Max whipped around the side of the car to grab it again after muttering a small, "let me open it for you next time," to you.
He ordered two separate rooms but made sure they were next to each other and handed you both keys to your room and the spare keys to his, making you promise to let yourself in of you needed anything.
You felt yourself drawn to him, becoming disappointed as he left you to your own room, longing for more. You led in bed, in the same clothes you'd been wearing all day, wanting nothing more than to just be with him again.
You also couldn't stop thinking about the night that passed and how it could've ended much differently. You were reckless and a complete disaster of a person but you didn't think you would change it if you could.
So you left. You got all your belongings and you knocked on Max's room. He opened the door rather quickly, with a sudden look of confusion on his face when he realised it was you.
His hair was messy and stuck up in every direction but he still looked flawless. He had no shirt or pants on, just boxers, and you couldn't help but admire his whole body.
"Are you okay? Just let yourself in next time. What happened?" he asked frantically, worry laced all over his voice.
"Can I stay with you?" You asked nervously, refusing to look at his face.
"Of course, pretty girl," he replied with no hesitation, he would do anything to have you nearby. He stepped aside and welcomed you in, taking everything out of your hands and placing it on a table.
"You take the bed. I can either join you, take the sofa out here or take the chair in the bed room. And here," he said, picking up the shirt he'd changed into after racing, "take this, you can't be comfortable sleeping in that."
You took the shirt with a "thank you," and got changed in the bedroom. The shirt was long enough that you couldn't see anything if you tried, and it was incredibly comfy.
You poked your head out of the bedroom to see Max half asleep with his head in his hands. You gently called his name, his head jolting suddenly towards you.
"Will you stay with me?" you asked, a lot more confidently than before, but still a little shaky.
Max got up with a nod and headed inside the bedroom. He watched you get comfortable in bed and snuggled into the side you hadn't chosen.
You immediately moved towards him, throwing a leg over his, and your head on top of his chest. His arms moved instinctively around you, pulling you impossibly closer. He was so tired but wasn't going to waste an opportunity of staring at you a little longer.
"Sorry the night didn't turn out how you planned," he mumbled, wanting so badly to kiss your forehead but didn't want to overstep boundaries, "and sorry for scaring you."
"It's okay Max," you whispered, turning your head to kiss his chest ever so delicately. He decided to kiss your head in retaliation, smiling all the way through it.
"Tell me if you want to go again and I'll be there," he chuckled against your head, "goodnight, pretty girl."
"Goodnight, Max."
this might be my favourite thing i’ve ever written so reblogs and feedback would be really appreciated !! :) also thinking of making this a mini series, thoughts?
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cheriladycl01 · 2 months
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Surrounded by Ice - Kimi Raikkonen x FigureSkater! Reader
Plot: The Iceman just surrounds himself with Ice in every aspect of his life
A/N: Just a short little Kimi drabble, more exciting stuff coming soon, just been swamped with Uni!
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"How does it feel to bring home a gold medal for your country, again?" the interviewer asks and a big grin appears on your face.
"I mean, i love the sport and I've worked hard to get where I am. I think this year there were many other contestants who also deserved gold and everyone who took part today were amazing!" you keep smiling, it had been a really amazing set for you today. You'd even broke some records while here.
"And now what is your plan?" they ask holding the mic closer to you.
"Well my husband is waiting for me, just over there. So i think he wants to give me his congratulations" you say pointing out our stoic looking husband who was waiting in the background, keeping to himself watching the world go past.
"Ah yes, Kimi Raikkonen! The Ice Man, who arguably married Queen of the Ice" he jokes making you laugh a little. You had heard similar jokes many times since you'd married Kimi.
"Yes, obviously being here in South Korea for the Winter Olympics has been amazing, and I'll be sure to train hard for 2022 but now I'm needed to go support my lovely lovely husband in his fast cars" you exclaim, knowing that the Australian Grand Prix was round the corner.
"Ah yes, it's looking like a good season for Ferrari! And we can tell from your outfit today they already have your support"
"My support is for whatever team my husband is in, so Ferrari have had my support since Kimi has raced with them!"
You left the interview thanking your team before finding Kimi waiting for you quietly.
"Home?" you ask and he nods silently grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the arena.
"You were fantastic today!" he smiles, holding you and pulling you into a kiss.
"Yeah? You liked the new twist i did?" you ask, your routine today being one of the hardest you'd ever done. You mascara had infact started to run, from the sweat building on your forehead throughout the day.
"I like everything you do"
You guys both went back to the hotel, packing up all of your gear that had been here for the past month you'd stayed in Korea for. Once you were sure you hadn't left anything behind you made your way to the airport.
Kimi now only had a month until Australia, his personal trainer had come with you to Korea to help him train while he was out there supporting you.
Now, you'd train while you were travelling with Kimi. Finding ice while on the road with him was always difficult, but finding places to just work out and keep your fitness up was never hard as you'd train alongside Kimi. It was one of the ways to spend extra time with him during the season when he was most busy.
In the free month before Australia you started your research on where you could go in Melbourne to skate, you found somewhere that Kimi was happy with you going too as it wasn't too far from the hotel you'd be staying in or the race track for if anything went wrong.
"Will you watch me on the Sunday though?" he'd asked you as you were both lying in bed the night before you were due to fly to Australia.
"When have I ever not?" you ask, turning over in bed to look at him.
"Hmmm, I can for sure think of one time..." he smirks looking over you.
"If your talking about China, almost 10 years ago that doesn't even count!" you laugh, poking his cheek a little.
Your husband never failed to amaze you, his striking blue eyes and his soft blonde hair was what initially drew you in. But it was your first interaction with him that made you fall for him fully.
It was the Autumn of 2008 and you were 22 and you had just won your second Gold Medal in China, you'd stayed there for the months after the games as they left the Beijing Olympic Park open and it seemed like a good place to stay and to train.
You managed to get tickets to other sporting events in the months you stayed there such as Snow Boarding, Golf but the best one was when the Chinese Grand Prix came about.
You were active on the socials you had back then, and so it wasn't hard for Sauber BMW to reach out to you and give you a guest pass.
You'd been walking round the paddock, just investigating when you'd bumped right into the Finnish Ferrari driver. He had just stared at you while holding a tight grip on your wrist so you didn't fall over.
You remember him asking if you were okay, and some other questions that you hadn't heard fully as your brain had gone foggy at the sound of his soft, yet deep voice.
It was a little embarrassing, when he'd tried to speak Finnish to you, and then decided on English, but with no reply he was left stumped and awkwardly standing there.
He'd soon left after that but you were on each other's minds for the whole day. You tried to keep up conversations with the BMW drivers Robert and Nick but your mind kept drifting the the Finnish Driver for Ferrari.
He found you after the race, and just stared at you for a while before you made the first move speaking to him. And the rest was history.
You spent the next 5 years together as partners, it was convenient for someone like Kimi who raced all through the year apart from summer and winter to end up with someone in a sport who only competed for a month in the summer and winter. It meant that they also still got a break with each other.
After 5 years, Kimi let the big question unload and now you'd been married for 5 years.
"Of course, my love! You know that!" you smile, pulling him closer to you. You tuck yourself into his surprisingly warm embrace, considering his nickname was 'Iceman' he was the warmest person you'd ever had the privilege of meeting.
"I was thinking ..." he breathes, his voice a little higher and whiny than normal.
"Mmmmm, you don't do that often?" you tease, a hand running up and down his back.
"Well, I'm the ice man, your the Ice Queen... i was thinking maybe it's time we have an Ice Baby?" he whispers in the softest most unsure tone you'd ever heard.
"You think now's a good time?" you ask, and thinking about it... it was. You yourself had two years before the next Olympics in 2020, and Kimi was at a point in his career where he could leave and live comfortably if he needed and wanted to.
"I haven't told you this, but they want the Sauber kid in my spot. I'll be going to Alpha Romeo next year. I feel like I've done what i can and I've had my time in the sport... and we aren't getting any younger. Especially me..." he jokes, being 44 now.
"Mmmmmm I think now is the perfect time" you smile.
Flash forward to the Austin Grand Prix and you were 6 months pregnant. You'd already announced it and so many people were excited for you and Kimi, through the season he had loads of interviews. All against his will of course but people saw a different side to him when he talked about you and the soon to be baby.
It was a great race for Kimi in Austin, he pulled through with his first win of the season, valuable points that helped contribute towards his position in the drivers standings.
"So Kimi, first win of the season today! How are you feeling?" an interviewer asks, he was sat in a panel with some of the other drivers in a debrief.
"It was good to get a win, this season has been tough. We've had an interesting year with veteran drivers like myself, Seb, Fernando and Lewis being pushed by newer or younger drivers who are proving to be good competition like Charles, Max and Pierre" he answers.
"There have been rumors that you wont be here with us next season?" he pushes and Kimi roles his eyes.
"If I'm not it's not an issue... racing is my hobby that i get paid to do. I'll leave when i want to" he admits without letting anything slip that Ferrari wouldn't want to come public knowledge.
"Lets move on to you Lewis..."
And for the rest of the interview all he could think of was coming back to you.
Once your daughter was born in January before the start of the 2019 season and Kimi moving to Alfa Romeo everyone on the grid wanted to meet her. So of course, you were obligated to come to Australia for pre-season testing. Your 3 month old being so intrigued at the busy rush of everything around her.
She was a fan and driver fav around. Everyone had a picture with her and introduced themselves as her uncle and that they would look after her. People like Lewis, Seb and Charles all came with little gifts for her, Seb even had someone make her a custom team Ferrari top so she could fit in with her father and her Uncle Sebastian.
"Today was amazing!" you sighed as you leaned into your husband who currently held your daughter against his bare chest.
"Mmmm, I think you should both take a break though, at least until Summer break and join me afterwards" he smiles, knowing that the heavy time change from Monaco to Australia wasn't good for your or the baby.
"Well, I may as well come to Bahrain with you... its on the way back. But I will leave after that" you smile, pulling him in for a kiss.
"I love you, thank you for giving me this life" he smiles looking between you and his daughter.
"I wouldn't have it any of way" you grin.
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imnameimswrld · 2 months
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╰┈➤ ❝ [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐚 || 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ꒱꒱
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━━ ❪ . . . max x driver!reader ❫
━━ ❪ . . . description : in which a simple can of cherry cola changes the whole dynamic of a pair of rivals relationship ; ❫
━━ ❪ . . . rivals-to-lovers imagine ❫
━━ ❪ disclaimers : fluff, kissing ❫
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past...
"Hey Max, could you grab me-"
"The day I bring you a Cherry Cola, L/N, is the day I succumb to your charms," my brows drop at the twinkle in his baby blues that always appears when he knows he pisses me off.
"And that day," his smirk causes an annoyed eye roll to feature in my gaze. "Is not today, Y/n."
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present time...
"Hey, where's Y/n ?" Mick all but rushes out to one of the engineers in the Alpha Tauri paddock, Charles right behind him, both boys sporting deep stress lines in their foreheads.
Although highly confused, the engineer still points to the back with his spanner, and in a flash the two boys are sprinting through the ruckus. By the time they shove opens Y/n's door, both are panting, Mick using the door for support as Charles leans against the doorframe beside him.
Tired, but the sight of you, in one piece with a cup Ramen in hand as you lounge on the sofa in your room, rains sweet relief over them.
"Oh merci mon Dieu," the one in red looks up with his hands clasped in thanks, trudging in with a huff as Mick shuts the door behind them.
You furrow your brows and hit pause on the Netflix show playing on your laptop. "Uh...hi ?"
Mick and Charles flank your sides, the former removing your laptop so he could sit a little closer. Their gazes feel strange today, as if inspecting you, trying trying read whatever could be running through your head. It was making you lose you appetite.
"Is there something wrong, guys ?"
"Not sure, you tell us Y/n." Mick counters, tilting his head at you, making you reel back and into your leather couch.
"You guys are being weirder than normal-"
"We hears about the announcement Y/n !" Mick shoots Charles a look, their plan of coaxing the situation out of you now long gone. "You're going to Redbull ?!"
Now your appetite is completely gone.
Setting your half-eaten cup of ramen in your lap, your drag a warm hand through your hair, sighing heavily. You assumed everyone on the grid knows now, instead of just the few people that attending the Redbull meeting just a few minutes ago. The news only hits the public next week, which gives you some time before the heat packs on from fans. Everyone will most probably be stunned since most people thought the person that would be at the current Wordl Champions side would be someone like Alex; who's won more races in their F1 career.
Instead, they chose you. Why, Christian hadn't been all that specific except for "Your potential is a striking quality you possess, Y/n,".
"So what's got your two so worried ?" you ask, a slight accusatory hint to your tone. Not that you'd think they would, they're your best friends, but there's always that underwhelming feeling of the guys on the grid not respecting you as much as they would a man.
"We were worried Max got to you first."
"Thought he would chew you out for going from his rival to his teammate." Charles adds, his fingers sweeping a few strands of your hair from your eyes and behind your ear.
Max...
He's been your rival since your Karting days. Every race you'd be neck-in-neck with him. That only really changed when you joined F1, and since then you've been far behind since his car was just always better. The rivalry turned bitter when he'd rub his success in with smirks and taunts. Then, bouncing from Haas to Alpha Tauri, your chances were looking up. Your car wasn't as fast as Redbull's, but it gave you a fighting chance. Still, you were always just short of a podium, everytime.
But something changed. Last week, you stood on the P3 podium, your first ever in your Formula 1 career, and the cheers... it was all so surreal. In the celebrations of spraying champaign that momentarily hindered your vision as chunks of droplets coated your lashes, you felt a pair of strong arms round your waist and spin your around. Charles laugh reached your ears and you joined, before he set you down and pulled you in for another tight embrace.
It was then, for the first time ever, that you caught sight of a smile on Max's face over Char's shoulder. A real smile. And it was for you. You'd never received anything but smirks and verbal jabs, and vis versa really, but a genuine smile ? You could've sworn you imagined it – until later that day, when you were alone in your room in the paddock, toweling your damp, sticky hair. There was a soft knock to your door, and you granted access, still widely attacking your hair with the towel.
"Y/n."
You froze. There was an unrecognizable tone in his voice, not his usual mocking one. Dropping the towel, you stare at the blonde, blue-eyed man in your doorway. Max's eyes flick up, and there's suddenly a humorous glint in them. You then realise how outrageous your hair must've looked.
Bringing a hand up, an embarrassing tint painting your cheeks, you do your best to smooth down the chaos. A strange noise leaves Max's lips, and when your eyes whip to look at him, he's...laughing.
Another thing you've never seen before.
"Uh, earth to Y/n."
A knock following Mick's words pull you from your deep thoughts, and all three of your heads turn to stare at the door.
"Come in."
Slowly, the swings open, the hinges groaning slightly. The doorway reveals a oddly nervous looking Max.
You could feel the boys on yours sides stiffen, and Mick sits forward slightly, his shoulders tense as he stares down Max. It's quiet, no one saying anything, and you take the opportunity to roam your gaze over him. It always annoyed you how drawn to his looks you were. His baby blue eyes always shining in the light, his blonde hair always seeming so soft to touch.
Dropping, you eyes widen at what his hands hold. A soft, almost inaudible gasp leaves your lips.
"Y/n, can we talk, please ?" Max's voice is the softest you've ever heard it. It's impossible to deny.
"Yeah," Mick rounds his head to stare at you the same time Charles does, but you send them both reassuring smiles. Nodding in okay, both boys stand, still very hesitant. You do a better job smiling this time, showing that you had no problem being alone with the Dutch. That seemed to make their shoulders less tough, and slowly, they make the leave. You don't miss the skeptical glare Mick hands Max on his way out.
Once gone, Max closes the door behind him, and you indicate with a hand towards the empty spot next to you. His smile doesn't reach his eyes like that day on the podium, but obliges. The feel of his presence so close makes your breath stutter, and your heart beat just a little faster.
You do your best to meet his gaze, but the glossy red can in his hands just steals all your attention.
Max doesn't seem to know what to say, as if he just came here completely unprepared. His thumb tags softly against the can, and the action allowed you to read the words on the can.
Another gasp, and your gently pulling the can from his hold. Turning the cold can in your hand, you fight back a smile.
Cherry Cola.
You look up, and your breath catches when Max is a lot closer than he was before. His eyes shine with nervous, pupils bouncing between yours, and your parted lips.
"Max..."
His gaze burns into yours at the sound of his name being so softly uttered from your lips. A nervous bundle of your own settles in your stomach, so you break his gaze as you open the can of Cola in your hands. You can feel intense eyes follow your every move, all the way to while you set the can against your lips and tip it for a sip.
The sweet, sugary cherry taste coats your tongue, and a delighted hum sounds in your throat. Max's eyes are fixated on your now wet lips, staring eagerly. You're too afraid to cross that line yourself, and you sit still, silently praying that Max takes that leap for the both of you. He's hesitant, until the urge is just too strong and he can practically smell the cherry on your breath.
He needs a taste.
Your breath gets stolen completely when a pair of soft lips enclose around yours, tongue prodding for entrance in a instant. Wrapped up in all that Max is you grant entrance, and the way his tongue dominates your mouth, tasting everything it has to offer, an involuntary moan escapes.
If it wasn't for the same sound Max let's out, you would've been embarrassed.
Strong hands grasp your cheeks, warm on your skin, and no part of you wants to pull away, until a thought pops into your head. Max's lips are chasing yours when you pull away, the smell of cherries thick in the air between the two of you.
"I thought you hated Cherry Cola."
Max's stares at your lips for a moment, before gazing up into your eyes. The softest look you've ever seen in them now lives there.
"And yet, trust I'll be drinking it more since it'll be reminding me of this moment."
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falling in love with haechan wasn’t planned.
it started with a walk on that friday night after your long work shift. he was waiting for you. hell, he wasn’t even from around. but he stood there with a chinese takeout in one hand. “breathe a little!”, the enthusiastic one exclaimed. he didn’t like seeing you frown and knowing you haven’t smiled even just a bit for a day. and so you nodded. haechan swore he was head-over-heels.
as haechan kept asking from “how was your day today?”, “does your boss treat you well?” to “did you have lunch?”, the question suddenly escalated to:
“would you go out with someone like me?”
“huh?”, you might have heard differently because the silly boy beside you started to eat his food.
haechan chewed his food fast so he could repeat: “i said… would you go out with someone like me…?”
you hit his arm playfully. “ah, what are you talking about, haech?”
“i mean… hypothetically speaking. would you go out with a haechan?”
“with a haechan?” you furrowed your eyebrows. oh, what a silly man.
“yes, with a haechan. i stand out from the rest, you know?” he nudged you on the shoulders. “you’d be lucky to end up someone like me.”
“you’re so full of shit, haech.”
“willing to be cheesy and anything for you.”, he winked.
so he tossed his empty food into the nearest bin. then there was this silence, a complete total silence as you two continued walking. but it was so nice, so pleasant. it just felt so right. it felt so fitting that it scared you that you wanted to feel the warmth of his body. there’s this strong urge to bury your head in his chest. falling in love was an unfamiliar, frightening feeling. it consumes you to the bone. oh, how clueless the boy beside you was.
and loving a haechan, you cursed cupid for hitting the wrong person with his lovestruck arrow. because he is like this to everyone—so lovingly, so sweet, so reliable, to the point you’ve been confused about where to draw the line between being friends and potential lovers.
but you slowly started reaching for his hand. it looked really soft. you wanted to grab it and interlock your fingers with his and say, “yes, i would go out with someone like you, haech.” and—
suddenly you curled your fist into a ball and pulled out when a honk of a car suddenly was heard. you came back to your senses.
haechan noticed. just so you wish he didn’t.
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“i’ll take you home.”
“no? you’ve already taken me into the bus shed, haech.”, you insisted. “you promised you wouldn’t go further.”
“but what if someone takes you?”
“haech-”
“…from me?”
fuck. you thought. here he goes again. but you shrugged it off with a laugh. but haechan loved it on you, when you wear it—your smile. and his heart would burst to know your smile was because of him.
the bus arrived and he let you get on first. but you knew haechan liked taking the window seat, so you let him be.
you sat together. he was watching the cars passing by along with the skyscrapers shining at night. would it be unrealistic to dream of someone, you, as high as these buildings?, he wonders. then you looked at him, carefully admiring his sde features. memorizing every line and shape; how his lips would slightly pucker and the bridge of his nose you’d always want to trace and pinch. and little did you know he was watching you from the reflection of the window.
and when he tilted his head back at the front, you steered yours away. but your eyes fell down and roamed around until you see his hand over his bag. haechan looked at you, and he started slightly tapping his fingers on the leather. you wanted to reach for them again but… but—
then you made it less obvious as possible to go back looking at his face, but you couldn’t as your head tries its best to look forward. so your sight landed as farther as this: the crook of his neck, his shoulder blades you would want to lean onto. it’s sad to say your heart absentmindedly made haechan your home, your comfort, your confidant, even though he wasn’t yours.
so you came back to your senses once again. you leaned your head backward fell onto the back of the seat and sighed. you watched the people in front of you as they ride forwards.
and suddenly, haechan reached for your hand and interlocked it with yours.
you looked at him dumbfoundedly; almost taken aback.
then he slowly reached for your head and leaned it on his shoulders. you thought it was a bit uncomfortable so you said, “it’s okay, haech.” because instead, you wanted to nuzzle your head at the crook of his neck. but you believed you weren’t going to fit in, just like the two of you, which you believed. he’s still holding your hand though. so firm yet so soft, how could it this paradox be possible?
so haechan let go of your hand.
you almost yearned for the touch. god, the loss was so overwhelming, you could almost cry. you were dangerously so drawn to haechan, the thought of it would make you flinch. you had to go away. i have to go away. you reiterated at the back of your mind. god, please, help me. how cruel must you become?
but then he wrapped the same arm around your shoulders and enveloped you with his body. he adjusted his body down so your head would lay on the crook of his neck.
and just like that, you surrender.
and nothing haechan would want in this world but to wish this bus wouldn’t stop driving.
it’s okay to fall in love with me, love.
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happy birthday, donghyuck lee.
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personasintro · 6 months
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Mutual Help | #21
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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung
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↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help
⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader
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When the morning comes, you don't spend any more time in the tent than it's necessary. Jungkook is still fast asleep, facing you with his back in more ways than just in a sleepy position. Even your dreams were filled with him, replaying your yesterday's conversation that ended up with him snapping at you. It affected you more than you hoped for, you know he's just hurt and not ready to tell you whatever happened between him and Kiko. That's his way of coping, even though you're obviously bummed out that you weren't the person he wanted to talk to. But then, you remember when Jimin called you to visit your best friend and you saw how heartbroken he was. He was trying to push away everyone, wanting to be left alone. And he's doing the same thing now and you're going to respect that.
It's different because when they called you that night, Jungkook was calmer and was just left as a depressed and sulked human being. But now, you could've seen him after something happened just a few minutes before he came back to your camping spot.
And that's how you spend your walk to the building where you take a morning shower — thinking about Jungkook while your heart aches for him, even though you've no idea what happened. One thing is for sure, they talked and maybe Kiko finally spilled her secret. Shaking your head, you decide it's time to stop thinking about possible scenarios or your best friend that has never snapped at you so much.
When you come back, you're taken aback at the sight of awoken Jungkook who rubs his eyes and sleepily sits on one of the fishing chairs, wearing his oversized black hoodie with matching black shorts. It's getting hot outside, but he doesn't seem to mind. His hair is completely rustled, sticking to different directions but it still looks soft and sleek.
"Hey, where did you go?" Jimin asks loudly when he sees you approaching everyone, causing their eyes to turn to you but you've set them solely on your friend.
"Went to take a shower." you shrug, giving him a faint smile as you glance at Jungkook.
You almost scoff loudly when he stares at you before he looks away slowly and reaches for some snacks.
Jimin looks at you and then at Jungkook, glancing back at you as he hides a frown that wants to settle on his puffy morning face. He finds it weird because you haven't told anyone about you taking a shower and you just disappeared, Jungkook obviously didn't know when he asked him and told everyone he woke up alone. And the two of you act weird around each other, not hiding it that well at all.
"Are you hungry?" he settles on asking, "We're making some sandwiches."
"No, thanks," you give him another smile but he doesn't buy it, "I had some leftovers from yesterday." you shrug, excusing yourself by saying you need to pack.
And it's true. You don't need your friends staring at you, trying to figure out what the hell happened between you and Jungkook. The worst thing is, that even you don't know.
In the midst of your packing, when you hear some laughter and chatter, Jimin comes up to help you as he loads your luggage into the trunk of Jungkook's car.
"Hey, is everything okay between you and Jungkook? You two are acting weird." he says, voice thick with worry when Taehyung walks up to you and has the same look on his face.
They're worried. You thought they're too busy fooling around to notice you or Jungkook, but it proved to be wrong. They're still your friends and they noticed.
"Uh, I don't know." you shrug, not really sure what to tell them. You don't know anything since Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and you're giving him the space he wanted. All you've got are wild guesses of what could possibly be behind his behavior.
"Did you guys have fight?" Jimin tries again, head tilting to a side as he nibbles on his bottom lip.
"Something like that." you mutter, not particularly showing any emotion.
Of course, you're kind of sad that Jungkook doesn't want to tell you and even snapped at you, something he has never done. Not in such a serious situation where you could've seen there's something wrong with him. He's been very open with you, all the time, but it seems like whatever he's battling with, even you as his best friend, can't help. And for some reason, that makes you sad even more because you want to be there for him. Whatever that is. But as a best friend, you respect his space and even though this is quite new, him not telling you anything, you're not going to be noisy and cause him any more harm.
You can't tell Jimin and Taehyung even the littlest you know. You'd have to mention Kiko and the fact they went for a walk, or God knows what they were doing, that ended with Jungkook coming back in a completely different state. The less they know the better.
"Do you want me to kick his ass?" Jimin asks, causing you and Taehyung to chuckle at his frown and determined tone but even his corners of mouth twitch in a grin.
"Nah, I can kick his ass on my own if he truly pisses me off." you shrug, causing the two men to laugh and you join them.
"Well, I hope everything will be fine. You've barely fought, if ever... and Jungkook looks like shit ever since he woke up. He doesn't talk, barely reacts to any of us and then we saw you acting so distant, we just got worried. Whatever happened, I really hope you'll figure it out."
You realize that seeing the two of you acting so distant and almost ignoring each other, like Jimin just initiated, is very weird to them as well. Jungkook and you bickered a few times, over snacks or stupid stuff that were never that serious and always ended up with him tickling you or you slapping his arm. It happened in the presence of Jimin and Taehyung as well, and you're reminded again how much they know your friendship as well. That's why it was so weird for them to hear that you started dating together.
"We will, Jimin-ah. Don't worry about it." you smile at him, surprised when he hugs you all of a sudden but you hug him back.
It's been awhile since he hugged you, and you missed him. When he pulls away, you see Taehyung leaning against Jungkook's sleek car as he gives you a smile of encouragement. You smile back, knowing that no matter what, they've got your back and are here for you. They might not know everything, but they're true friends.
"That's what happens when you start dating your best friend." Taehyung speaks up, trying to brighten up the mood but it ends up with your smile falling down and Jimin exclaiming his name.
"Taehyung!"
"What? Am I wrong?" he shrugs innocently, causing you and Jimin to burst in laughter as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders and starts to shake his laughing form.
Shaking your head, you make your way to the rest of the guys while you'll try to enjoy your last minutes on this camping trip.
Taehyung might be right, although you know this has nothing to do with you "dating" Jungkook. This is something his and Kiko's relationship caused. And when you get back and see Kiko's puffy face and Jungkook's dark circles and how pale his skin and face looks from the lack of sleep, you know you're right.
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Going back home settles a weird feeling in your chest. You're sad that it's over and you wish you could stay a little longer to explore nature and experience more adventurous memories. It's sad to think about tomorrow's day, Monday, and the fact you've to wake up early in the morning and go to work. Reality crashes onto you and you realize, those three days being away from your daily routine have passed away too quickly. On the other hand, you can't wait to go back home and take a proper bath. You also miss your bed and how much softer it'll feel now that you've spent two nights in a tent. Appreciation points for Jungkook, for making sure you've got three layers of blankets beneath you, so you've the softest surface and can get a peaceful sleep.
However, even the mentioned man is the reason why you can't wait to go back home. It seems to be more serious than you thought, considering he barely uttered a single word. The only thing he asked you, right after you said goodbye to everyone who went in a separate car, was if you got everything. With a small nod and gentle 'yes' your conversation, a very short lived one, ended.
It feels awkward to be in a one car, where the tension can be obviously felt and not even Taehyung's jokes and attempts of keeping conversation helps. You feel sorry for him, and you're suddenly thankful there is Minjae and Seulgi who keep chatting with him. His words are obviously aimed at you and Jungkook, but you're both not in a mood. You can't pretend you're ecstatic and full of energy, when your sleep wasn't as good as you hoped it'd be and Jungkook looks like he hadn't slept at all.
Your answers and attempt of giving at least some kind of feedback to Taehyung are even more awkward and after that, you decide it's better to just close your eyes and listen to the soft music that's playing in the background. Even Taehyung gives up and sulks back into the seat with a frown settling on his lips.
Minjae and Selugi are the first ones to leave, Taehyung follows them shortly after leaving you and Jungkook alone. The drive to your home is almost uncomfortably awkward, and when Jungkook parks the car in a parking lot you almost let out a sigh of relief. As soon as he turns off the engine, you open the door and go straight to the truck to get your stuff. You're not angry at Jungkook, but you don't really know what to say to him. He's the one who barely talks and you're not going to try and make a conversation when he has made it clear that he wants to be left alone. Just as you're closing the trunk, the driver's door opens and Jungkook gets out of the car.
Surprisingly, he looks at you and you almost gasp at the sight of his face. Of course, this is not the first time you see him today but it's the first time he's looking straight into your eyes from such close proximity. Those dark circles underneath his eyes look even more awful than you thought, and his eyes are glossy and puffy. It's like he's on the verge of breaking down.
"Thanks for the ride," you tell him, giving him a small smile which he doesn't return but takes a shaky breath. "You wanna come in?" you ask, expecting him to cancel your offer.
"Yeah," he rasps out, "If that's okay with you."
Smiling at him, you nod. "Of course." you mutter softly, thanking him when he takes the bags from your hands.
The walk towards your apartment building is silent, just like the car ride here was, except that there's no Taehyung that could fill the awkward silence with his jokes or use his social butterfly personality. Jungkook trails behind you silently, holding your bags for you the whole way into your modest apartment.
"You can leave them here, I need to wash everything anyway," you tell him, closing the door behind him as he listens to you and gently puts them down on the floor. "Thank you." you smile, but all you're met is just another nod he gives you as he takes off his shoes.
You do the same thing, slowly making your way inside while he follows you. His footsteps are almost inaudible, and if it weren't for his soft and musky scent you'd think he still stands beside the front door. He plops himself down onto your couch, and just when you're about to ask him if he'd like to have something to drink, he takes a deep breath before his soft voice carries between the walls.
"I'm sorry,"
Your features soften, and your body moves automatically to sit down next to him as you watch him. He sounds so vulnerable, it makes your heart clench at the sight of your best friend.
You told yourself you're going to respect his decision and not to pry, even though your curiosity and heart tells you otherwise. You wish you could help, to do anything at this point, but it's hard when you don't know what happened.
"She cheated," he says, cutting off your thoughts as your eyes snap back to him and the way he nibbles on his bottom lip. "S-she cheated on me." His voice shivers, hands quickly rubbing his eyes as he tries to ward off any tears that might be ready to spill.
"She told you that?" you ask him, not sure what's the right to say at this point. All you can focus on is his front teeth picking on his bottom lip and your heart hurts for him.
When he gives a weak nod, your hands grab his as you clutch them tightly in your grasp.
She really cheated on him? When Jungkook came up with that thought, you were quick to tell him otherwise. There's no way she'd cheat on him. Yes, their whole breakup was weird and shady, just as Jungkook called it himself. He knew something's not right and when he finally got over the first emotions of a heartbreak, he realized there's something more. Not in a million years you'd think, she's able to cheat on him.
First of all, Jungkook is a complete package. He's a man any woman would dream of. He's a hardworking, loving, soft and thoughtful person who takes care of others and loves them with all his heart. He's not perfect, not at all. But his soul is pure and he'd do anything for his family and friends. He gave himself to her, trusted her with his heart and she shattered it into million pieces from the moment she broke up with him.
And he doesn't deserve that. No matter what he did yesterday, his little outburst and pushing you away, you know he didn't mean it. If it were any other guy, you'd tell him to fuck off but not to Jungkook. Not when you knew as soon as you saw the look on his face, that whatever happened messed him up. And it all makes sense.
That's why Kiko cried while Hoseok comforted her, although you're not sure why he's still by her side at this point when he knows she cheated. He must be a very loyal best friend. You've no idea why she did or any details, you can't really judge her. But the best friend part of you despises her for breaking Jungkook's heart and hurting him this badly.
"We talked and I-I wanted to know what truly happened." His words are hard to get out and you don't burden him with any more questions that might be hurting him even more.
"I'm sorry, Kook. You don't deserve this." you tell him, head dropping onto his shoulder as you hug him.
He sits still, barely moving. It makes you feel useless, because there's nothing you could do to make this any easier. The only thing you can do is to be there for him.
"The worst part of this is that I still love her. Isn't that fucked up?" he scoffs at himself, causing your head to lift up as you stare at him.
"Love is a weird thing." you tell him, understanding how confused he must be even though you've never felt that hurtful breakup. Going through a heartbreak is one thing, being cheated on is another. And the mix of those things at the same time is a complete disaster.
"I want to hate her so much, but I don't. She hurt me and I still fucking love her," he blurts out, "I-I asked her if she loves me."
You sit up, straightening yourself as you can't help but stare at his swollen eyes. "What did she say?"
Eyebrows frowned in confusion, it seems like he's growing even more confused with each sentence and minute as he's replaying yesterday's events.
"She said she loves me." he answers softly, featuring softening as he replays her words.
You can't help but scoff. "She wouldn't have cheated if she loved you."
He glares at you, obviously not liking what you've just said even though he probably thinks the same thing. He just doesn't want to let her go no matter what. "We don't know anything. We don't know why she did that or--" he stutters over his words, but you just shake your head.
"Are you really making excuses for her? Kook, she cheated on you," His face twists into another hurtful expression, but it needs to be said. "You deserve so much better. Someone who's gonna be there for you and treat you just as equally amazing as you treated her. There was no reason for her to do that. Your whole world revolved around her, and still does, and she still did what she did. Cheating is never the answer, if you were the bad guy here, she should've broken up with you before she cheated."
Those words pain him, you can see it on his beautiful but hurt features, but he needs to hear it. He opens his mouth and closes it again, mind settling to say something else.
"I'm sorry," he says, eyes dropping onto his lap.
"What?" you chuckle. Doesn't he have anything to say after everything you just said to him?
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I was acting like a fucking idiot. I was so hurt and I just-- snapped. I wanted to talk to you but then I saw you with Namjoon and I just-- I've no idea what came over me. You didn't deserve that, I'm so sorry." he apologizes, eyes finding yours as he stares at you with determination and honesty in his big doe eyes.
"Kook, it's okay," you mutter, "Although, it was unnecessary to mention Namjoon when all we did was just talk."
"You're right, I overreacted," he frowns, shutting his eyes before he lets out a groan. "I'm such an asshole."
"Don't be so tough on yourself, I knew there was something wrong with you and something must've happened. Don't beat yourself over this."
What good would it do if you were angry at him? You knew from the beginning that there's more to his sudden outburst and reaction. Yes, he acted stupid but it makes sense now.
"No, don't make excuses for me," he tells you, "I was a dick to you. If I could just turn back time and--"
"Hey, hey, hey," you stop him, hands grabbing his as you look into his eyes deeply. "I told you it's okay. You were acting like a dick, yes, but you've been through a lot. Let's not just talk about this anymore, okay?"
The last thing you want for him, is to beat himself up over something he didn't mean.
Jungkook doesn't seem to be convinced by your words, tongue poking his inner cheek as he has the same frown settled on his face.
"I snapped at you so many times before, not even once you made me feel awful about it. You've put up with my ass so many times," you remind him, gently nudging his shoulder as he glances at you. "Remember that time when I screamed at you because you brought me that red mug instead of that pink with white dots on it?" you laugh, remembering as if it was yesterday.
The color of that mug didn't really matter, it was about the size of it that did. Poor Jungkook made you a chamomile tea and you screamed at him once he poured it into the wrong mug. It's just one of many memories where you were acting like a bitch.
"But you were on your period that time." he comments, looking at you confusingly.
"Look who's making excuses for me, huh?" you judge him, the corner of his mouth quirks up as he chuckles.
"You always get bitchy when you're on your period," he shrugs, scrunching his nose while he starts cackling once you let out a fake exclamation. "It makes me feel sorry for your future husband, or anyone that'll have to put up with your ass." he teases you, causing you to slap his shoulder with much more strength as you laugh.
"You're so mean!" you exclaim through your giggling, happy to see him show at least some kind of positive emotion.
"I was just joking," he mutters as his smile slowly fades away. "Kinda."
Snorting, you both sit in a quiet and peaceful silence for a moment before you speak. "What's your plan now?" you ask carefully.
He quickly catches onto the meaning behind your words and lets out another sigh of exhaustion. "I've no idea," he answers truthfully, "I just need my best friend right now." he says, smiling when you cuddle up to his side.
He wraps his arm around your frame, pulling you even closer as you hug him around his stomach with one arm.
"Well, I'm here," you mutter into his chest, "Do you wanna stay the night? I've got some of your clothes in my closet."
You can feel and hear his heartbeat through his shirt as it sends a calming wave through your body.
"Yeah," he answers softly, hand slowly caressing your back.
A few minutes of you cuddling to each other, you hear him sniffling every now and then, making you pay more attention rather than to just listen to his heartbeat and enjoy the comfort of his chest and your couch. "Kook, are you crying?" you ask softly.
"No," he denies, although you hear a shiver running down his voice. Just when you're about to pull away to look at him in an obvious concern, his hold on you tightens and he doesn't allow you to see him.
Your heart tightens. He must be so hurt. Jungkook barely cries, he's stubborn when it comes to crying and he can hold himself back so much. There aren't many things that can make him cry, but this one that he's crying over right now, is serious and understandable. Respecting his decision, you lay back onto his chest while you listen to his heartbeat because there's nothing else you can do. He needs his best friend and you're there for him.
Even if it means just being in his arms while he cries his heart out silently.
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Understandably, the next morning is more comfortable than those two nights spent in a tent and it's not just because Jungkook is warming up your body this time. Your soft and spacious bed is a huge plus too, and there are no bugs crawling near you.
Sun's shining through your blinds, warming up the whole room which starts to get a little bit uncomfortable considering Jungkook's body pressed against yours. But you don't move, letting him hold you while soft puffs leave his mouth and fill the silence.
After he calmed down and made sure you didn't see any tears in his eyes when you looked at him and his arms loosened up around your frame, you opened a bottle of wine. It felt like you both needed it, especially Jungkook, and it hadn't cured his heartbreak but it helped to let his mind relax. One bottle wasn't enough for him to get drunk, and after you finished that cheap wine you bought a month ago, you went to wash yourselves — separately. You just hoped he's not crying while you were taking a shower. He seemed okay when you got out of the bathroom, and even smiled at you as he silently assured you he's fine. Well, not maybe completely but he's getting there. After that, he nestled inside your bed and cuddled with you before you could complain.
But you wouldn't, just the fact he needed someone — his best friend — and have that assurance during such a difficult time, convinced you and was enough.
As Jungkook's breathing picks up pace and is no longer that peaceful and relaxed, you know he's awake. He stretches his tensed muscles but still wraps his arm around your body again, breathing in your scent. It almost makes you shiver against him, feeling up his breath at the back of your neck.
"You're hot." you speak up, whining when he tightens his hold.
"Mhm, I know that." he rasps out, his voice raspy and groggy that makes your heart skip a beat. Why is this man so freaking attractive when he barely does anything? 
"No," you scoff, causing him to chuckle as he already knows what you're about to say. "You're warming me up too much."
Of course, he knows what he's doing and he's just being a little teasing shit.
"But you're so comfortable," he mutters, voice muffled by your hair. "Mhm, so comfortable." he nestles his nose into your hair even more, almost moaning in delight. You know he's just teasing you.
"Come on, you must be getting hot too. You're wearing sweatpants and a shirt." you point out, wiggling in his grasp but he still doesn't let go of you.
"I could've slept naked but you glared at me when I proposed that." he points out this time, causing you to groan.
You remember your conversation yesterday, when you brought him the clothes he left here as he started to complain. You know Jungkook likes to sleep naked, but he's always been decent to wear clothes whenever you've slept in the same bed. Way before you had sex with him, and even after that. You don't know what could happen if he slept naked. Him wearing clothes despite his protest settled at least some kind of relief that you wouldn't have to worry about your damn hormones. Jungkook respected that and he mostly teased you, while he whined like a little kid. But you know as soon as you would just nod and allow him not to wear anything, he would gladly accept it.
You don't trust Jungkook in this. You don't trust his abs and other parts of his body that could've been exposed.
"Yeah, I didn't want your dick rubbing against me the whole night." you scoff, trying to elbow him but it's impossible because of his arm draped over you.
"You've seen it all, baby. You love my dick." he teases you, your cheeks flaring red and you're glad he can't see your flustered red face.
"I'm not gonna make us breakfast if you keep me as your hostage." you decide to say, purposely not saying anything about his dick.
Jungkook catches onto that, although he doesn't say anything and just chuckles because the mention of food takes his mind off it.
"Breakfast? Fuck yeah." he exclaims, suddenly energized when he could barely utter a single word just a few minutes ago. He releases you immediately, causing you to take off the sheets of your heated body.
"Thank God," you breathe out, enjoying how air hits your skin. Deciding, it's better to start the day now because you've to go to work in two hours, you sit up while rubbing your eyes.
You're lucky you're not supposed to be in the office today, and your job requires you to visit a photoshoot nearby your apartment building.
"I'm gonna make breakfast but you should wake up too, I've work today." you say, standing up from the bed as you turn around to look at Jungkook.
He's on his stomach, face buried in one of your pillows as he shows you a thumbs up but barely makes any effort to move. Snorting, you shake your head at him before you're about to feed the always hungry man in your bed.
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You can't with this man.
Jungkook finally shows up once you call for him, telling him the breakfast is ready. It turns out you should've gone grocery shopping after you came back home, considering there's barely anything in the fridge. Kimchi fried rice has been the only option, since you've got almost all ingredients for it. You just had to cook rice which took another twenty five minutes, so you've done your makeup and put on your work clothes.
You're placing the fresh breakfast onto two plates, making sure Jungkook has the bigger portion since he eats a lot, even in the mornings which can be hardly said about you. His soft footsteps are heard, padding against the floor before he stands behind you. Hands placed on your hips, he looks over your shoulder and hums at the delicious sight.
"Come on, eat up. We don't have that much time," you tell him, scrubbing the last bits from the pan.
Your breath hitches when he places a tender kiss against your neck, smooching your cheek before he starts nibbling on the sweet skin of your neck. He smells like toothpaste and his typical scent, even through the strong smell of kimchi and pork belly.
"Jungkook, weren't you hungry?" you whine, placing the pan softly back on a stove as you gasp when he grazes his teeth against your earlobe.
"Why are you so dressed up?" he says, hands trailing down onto your stomach as he starts caressing you through the satin fabric of your rosewood blouse. The other hand slowly moves down and plays with the hem of your casual black skirt.
You look down, heart picking up the pace at the sight of his exposed tattoos, but the view is quickly taken away from you when he softly bites onto your neck causing your eyes to shut. Letting out a loud gasp, you act out of natural instinct and you jerk your hips right into his crotch. It's unintentional and your cheeks burn when you feel his soft bulge through the sweatpants.
"I told you, I, I've got work in an hour." you stutter, trying to find a good balance and strength in your voice but it's quite obvious how bad you're at it, even to you.
"An hour? Hm, that's quite a lot of time." he hums, fingers scratching your legs as they feel your black stocking.
"Jungkook," you gulp, "The food." you tell him pathetically, barely moving because it feels like he has some weird spell over you.
"Fine," he mutters, letting out a sigh before he takes a step back and you're finally able to breathe again.
Turning around, you give him a disapproving scowl which he rewards you with a sheepish grin in return.
"I'll drive you there, to your work." he says, taking the plate with a bigger portion knowing it's for him as he casually sits down on the stool.
He's so comfortable in your home. It makes you mentally snort at him, knowing he always acted like he's living with you. Not that you mind it, though.
"I can drive myself," you shrug, taking your plate as you sit down next to him. "I'd have to take a bus on my way back anyway, if you drove me there."
"I can pick you up, I don't mind." he shrugs, already munching on the breakfast as he stuffs his mouth with it.
"Are you sure?" you ask, not wanting to bother him but you know if you did, he wouldn't propose it in the first place.
He knows very well you've got your own car and you can drive yourself there.
"Of course," he says with full mouth, before he swallows and adds; "I've to edit some photos today but it's not gonna take me long. Just call or text me whenever you're done and I'll pick you up. We can go to mine and watch some movies, if you're up for that. Or anything you want."
Opening your mouth, you nod slowly as you hum in agreement. It pleases you that he wants to spend his time with you. Something's telling you this is a way of taking his mind off Kiko.
"Okay, deal." you tell him, trying to focus on eating rather than the electric feeling his mouth has left on your neck and hands all over your body.
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slutforleeminho · 1 year
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Jealous Girl • Lee Felix
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In which you get jealous cause he showed off what only belongs to you
"Baby I don't understand why you're so mad" Felix called out to you as you slammed the car door shut and started walking to yours and Felix's hotel room.
You didn't know why either but you were not about to back down now. He ran to catch up with you, more like took three large steps and he was hot on your heels. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, halting your movements and turning you around.
"Hey, what is going on with you?" He took a step closer to you and placed his hands on your arms, just softly caressing them. His big brown eyes searching your own for any kind of explanation as to why you were being so cold towards him.
"It's nothing Felix, let's just get up to the room and go to bed" You backed away from his touch and headed to the automatic doors at the entrance of the hotel. He stood there stunned for a moment, it really must be bad considering you called him by his actual name. No baby, no sweet boy, no lix, just Felix. He was now terrified.
You passed the front desk and heading straight to the elevators, turning around to find Felix not behind you. You decided to take the stairs so you could collect your thoughts and figure out how you're going to explain to Felix why you've been an absolute bitch ever since you left the concert. It was his fault anyways, he was the one who had to be a complete slut and take off his jacket while walking off the stage, showing off his beautiful physique. Usually you wouldn't be so upset when he showed off his body on stage, but tonight was different. It was the look on his face afterwards that lit a flame inside of you, that smirk as the whole stadium erupted into screams. Raking his hands through his hair and finally turning around to exit the stage, giving everyone the perfect view of his broad shoulders. It pissed you off. Only you should be able to see him like that.
Your room was on the seventh floor and you were currently on the fifth floor, you stopped and took a breath, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes for a moment. And then you heard footsteps, you didn't have the stamina to run up the rest of the way so you could only hope and pray that whoever it was wasn't a psychopath. You figured Felix would already be in the room by now but you were wrong. The one person you didn't want to see at this very moment appeared on the stairway right before your eyes. He stopped on the stairs and looked up at you.
"You didn't take the elevators?" He asked.
"No, I figured you would."
He nodded to your words, a look of realization on his face. "Oh so you were avoiding me." It wasn't even a question, he was just stating a fact.
"It's not lik-"
"No it's fine. Sorry I didn't take the elevators" He spat, bitterness thick in his voice. He climbed the rest of the stairs two at a time and walked right past you.
"Lix wait" you reached out to him, but he dodged your attempt at grabbing him. He turned around so fast it startled you.
"Oh don't you "Lix" me. You're not the victim here. You won't even tell me what I did. You left me outside and came here. To do what? Sulk? This is ridiculous." He turned around to leave you.
"It's because-" You almost yelled so he wouldn't walk away. He stopped and turned around, waiting for your explanation.
"It- well I- you see-" You sighed and looked at the floor feeling like complete idiot and putting your hands over your face.
"It's stupid" Is all you could manage to say through your embarrassment.
He walked back over to you and removed your hands from your face and made you look at him.
"Tell me so I can apologize."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I just- ughh fuck it, It's cause you were basically stripping on stage tonight, it made me.."
"Jealous" He started hysterically laughing. "You're jealous... cause I took my jacket off?" It wasn't really a question just a joke to him. It pissed you off all over again.
You ripped your hands from his and stepped back. "Oh it's funny? How about tomorrow I go up there and put on a show for them, huh? Would you think that's funny?" His smile disappeared in a millisecond.
"That's different-" He tried but you cut him off.
"How?"
"I-" He was trying to find an answer but couldn't.
"Exactly and you know w-" he cut you off by kissing you, pushing you back against the wall.
"None of this matters, you know why? Cause at the end of the day who's throat do I have my dick down? Who am I going to have screaming my name? I know I've been busy but are you so needy that you have to act out like this? Do I need to fuck you right here? Show you that this is the only cunt I want" He placed his hand on your crotch, palming you through your jeans. You couldn't help the moan that slipped out. "So it's true. You're just touch deprived, but I can fix that baby. I'll take you right here for everyone to see." You couldn't deny that the thought of someone catching you in the act turned you on even more, making your core throb against his hand. Your thighs unintentionally closed in search of some kind of relief. Caging his hand in between your legs, but it was short lived, Felix pushed your legs back apart and started unbuttoning your jeans. "Since you want to be so eager" He plunged his hand into your underwear and immediately found your clit, rubbing hard circles on. You gasped at the sudden friction and rutted your hips forward, grinding onto his talented fingers. "Do you feel better yet, hmm? Or do I need to fuck this little attitude out of you?" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he slid two fingers past your entrance, not even giving you time to adjust he started fucking his fingers up into you at an animalistic pace, rubbing against the one sensitive spot and curling his fingers. Your moans and whimpers bounced and echoed off the walls of the small stairwell, if someone was anywhere near the stairs, they would know exactly what was happening.
Your moans got even louder, and your cunt was clenching so tight around his slim fingers, he knew you were close to your end. Once you were about to enter the gates of heaven, he pulled his fingers out and removed his hand from your underwear. A whine escaped your lips and tear fell down your cheek from the slight pain of your denial. "Are you crying?" He grinned, wiping it away with his thumb. "You need my cock that bad?"
"Need it so bad lix" You were basically begging at this point. He started unbuckling his belt, the sight making you get excited all over again. He finally removed his throbbing dick from its confines, his tip was red and swollen and leaking pre cum, signaling he wanted this just as much as you did. He was so hard, you licked your lips imagining his taste on your tongue, you missed the taste of him so much. "You like what you see?" He teased, snapping you out of your trance, and looking away from his cock to meet his gaze. You grabbed the back of his head, weaving your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair and pulled him into a kiss. It was messy, all teeth and tongue, he pushed your pants down without breaking the kiss, but just enough so there was room for him between your legs and pushed your underwear to the side. He ran his fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal and making sure you were wet enough to take him. Once he deemed you were ready he lined himself up with your dripping hole and slowly entered you. You let out a satisfied hum against his lips before throwing you head back against the wall, giving him full access to your neck, he dove in sucking every part of skin he could reach. He set a steady pace, not too fast but every thrust knocked the breath out of you. The angle he had you in has his dick hitting deep into you, pressing against your cervix every time he thrusted a little too hard. "Fuck lix... s-so good.. faster p-please" His hips began fucking into you erratically, grunting into your neck every time you clenched around him. It was too good. He pulled back a little and raised his shirt, placing the hem in between his teeth and tilted his head a bit so he could watch his cock disappear inside of you. Seeing his toned torso on full display lit a flame inside you and pushed you so close to the edge, the way his muscles flexed and relaxed. Your hands searched for something to hold onto to steading yourself, and falling onto his shoulders as your orgasms hit you like a bag of bricks. "Oh my f-fuck Felix cum inside me p-please" you managed to say through the shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
Hearing you beg for his load made him reach his end, his hips stuttered, and his thighs tensed as he released into you. His shirt fell from his mouth, and he let out the sexiest moan you've ever heard, his eyes rolling to the back of his head seeing stars explode behind his eyelids. He thrusted into you a few more times for good measure and finally pulled out, watching his seed trying to pool out of you, but putting your underwear back into place and pulling your pants back up. He adjusted himself and placed his forehead against yours trying to catch his breath.
"You should get jealous more often"
I got this idea when I saw that clip of Felix in LA and immediately had to write this. If you enjoyed this please leave me any kind of feedback (reblog, like, comment, asks, etc.) it really gives me motivation:)
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ilythena · 2 months
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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌 || 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒
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★SUM as you begin to get closer to graduating, you realize that things are way different than you planned them to be.
Fem! Reader, Platonic Hughes brothers x reader, the reader is younger than Luke making her the youngest, fears of loneliness, and anxiety, readers nickname is mini, reader is in high school! they’re pictured as siblings but whether or not they are actually biologically related is not mentioned.
♪ Prom - SZA
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Looking around at all the bright lights shining from the ceiling, you can see the way everyone is happy and dancing and you can’t help but feel a deep fear in your stomach.
Earlier today, you and your friends were walking around and the topic of colleges and careers came up. You already knew what you wanted to be, having your college and major picked out just in case hockey didn’t work out for you but you doubted that you’d fail to become a pro in the sport industry.
But as everyone went around you realized that everyone is changing, and that nobody in your group wanted to do anything remotely similar to the person next to them. One friend wanted to move to Miami while the other wanted to try doing studies abroad all the way across the world.
You knew you weren’t the best at making friends, and you worked hard to even get to know the ones you do have now. That gut eating feeling that despite how hard you worked to become liked, it didn’t matter because you would have to do it all over again.
Having a group of boys bump into you and bring you back to reality, you realize the room suddenly feels claustrophobic, too many people around you and not enough air, everyone seems to know everyone and you’re just standing there, unsure of where to turn.
Your friend, Angie, notices your sudden change in mood and gently drags you outside for some air with two of your other friends, iris and Lucas, follow behind you guys. “Earth to y/n? You there?” Angie says and you can feel your throat closing up on you before you can do anything.
Tears stinging your eyes and you let out the loudest sob you might’ve ever let out in your entire life. “What happened?! Did someone touch you?? I’ll beat them up right now!” Iris immediately spit out, and Lucas had to tell her to take the calm approach.
You tried to tell them what was wrong but you didn’t know how to say it. Words weren’t coming to your mind and you could barely breath, heavy sobs and snotty tears running down your face and all three of your friends didn’t know what to do. Lucas got a sudden idea, “do you need me to call Quinn for you?” He said and you immediately shouted out a “yes!” With your voice wavering.
He unlocked your phone and pressed Quinn’s contact and just as the phone was about to be sent to voicemail, Quinn answered.
“Hey, aren’t you busy? Why’re you calling-“ “hi. It’s her friend, Lucas? I’m not too sure if you remember me…….but that’s not important!” He said quickly bringing himself back on track
Quinn was sitting on the couch when your contact popped up on his phone. Didn’t think anything of it, hell, he didn’t even know you were calling until he felt the vibration of it in his pocket.
He had to pause playing uno with Jack and Luke to answer the phone, and now that your friend was on your phone instead of you, Quinn immediately knew something was up.
“Um, y/n’s having like some type of break down right now, and she’s so red in the face I think she’s gonna make herself pass out.” Lucas says and Quinn doesn’t hesitate to jump up and ask where you all were. Lucas said that you were all still at the school in the courtyard and that’s all he needed to know before jumping in his car. Obviously, not without an extremely worried Luke in the back and a concerned Jack in the passenger seat.
Quinn got there so fast you would think he had ran every single red light to get to you, and as soon as he saw you, he gently got you up on your feet from the ground and got you in the car. He had the courtesy to see if your friends were okay as well, but they said they were going back inside and that they hope you’re okay.
Jack looks back from his seat and his heart breaks at your distressed state. “Y/n, what happened?” He asked and you still didn’t say anything, just had your sobbing die down into small cries and clinging onto Luke who would’ve provided you the comfort anyways.
As Quinn gives you a random water bottle that you have no idea where it came from, you dont question it and take a few sips. “I’m so scared.” You suddenly say and Luke looks at you puzzled. “Scared of what, mini?” And you suddenly get embarrassed. “I totally overreacted and ruined my whole night over something so stupid.” You groan and throw your head back with a red face.
“It can’t be stupid if you’re scared of it. We won’t judge you” Quinn says gently and Jack nods in agreement. “…..it’s just….. I’m scared of moving on? I guess? I don’t know how to say it…” you say meekly and Luke nods for you to continue.
“I don’t wanna start this stuff all over again. Like, when I started high school I was alone and I didn’t even make my first friend until my sophomore year. And now to know that I have to do it all over again? I’m scared. I don’t want people to think I’m weird, or that I’m unapproachable.” You sigh out and Luke rubs your back in support.
“It won’t be that bad. I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll meet the right people at the right time.” Quinn reassures you as he makes a turn into the driveway of their parents home.
You thank god that they’re not home so you just walk into the house and straight into your room with embarrassment hanging off you.
After a few moments later, all three brothers walk into your room with your favorite food, and you give them a small smile as they make themselves comfortable.
Jack wastes no time immediately snuggling up next to you, as apparently “your bed was more comfortable than his” as he said himself. Luke also wanted to join in on the fun apparently and as he puts the food on your nightstand, he plops himself on top of you and Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at your squeak of “get off me!”
Luke doesn’t budge and simply looks at you, and after a heartbeat of silence, he reaches for a French fry. “We love you y/n. I know I didn’t say much but……I love you!” He said and you smack him on the top of his head as he rolled onto the other side of you.
“Yeah same. Don’t be afraid to tell us anything, even if Quinn is the best at comforting you….” Jack says and you immediately agree with a disagreeing Luke. “I’m physical comfort!” He protest while you and him get into a playful argument and Quinn just stares at the three of you.
“Quinn? You gonna jump into y/n’s bed too or no? It’s too comfortable. Honestly I can fall asleep right now.” Jack says and you scoot your legs up so Quinn could have a place to relax too. And at the look of your eyes waiting for him, how could he say no to his favorite sibling?
After Quinn lays down, definitely more gently than the other two, you reach for your remote and look for a movie that all three of you could watch.
Your parents finally come home and see all four of their children snuggled up into one bed, and your mom coos at the sight while your father smiles.
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I actually hate how I ended this…but I’m sick and really wanted to get something out! 🤍
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Glory hole hcs
Idk don’t ask lmao. I just randomly got an idea
(Jackson Rippner, Jonathan Crane, Lenny Miller, Neil Lewis, Raymond Leon, Robert Capa, Robert Fischer, Tommy Shelby)
TW: Misogyny. Lots of it lol
Jackson Rippner - Between jobs, when he doesn’t have the time or energy to seduce a woman and take her home or hire a hooker, he’d just go to a glory hole instead. Sometimes all he wants is just a tight, warm cunt to fuck away all his stress with. He’d be really agressive about it too, knowing she pretty much has no choice but to take it. If he’s fucking a particularly good cunt, sometimes he’ll imagine waiting outside for her to leave, then dragging her into an alley or his car to fuck her again— for free this time. Those thoughts always had him coming just a little too fast though.
Jonathan Crane - With his antisocial and narcissistic personality, he doesn’t get very many bitches. He also thinks that hookers are just a little too intimidating for his liking. But glory holes are easy— familiar. It’s like fucking a fleshlight, but warm and sometimes able to squeeze his cock tight enough to almost force him out. Plus it’s easier to let out stress by pounding something with half of his body, rather than using his hand, no matter how hard or fast he strokes it. It’s just different.
Lenny Miller - Honestly he probably went to one looking into a lead for a case and couldn’t stop thinking about it until eventually he decided to go back, not on the clock this time. He understands the appeal almost instantly, but… he prefers being able to play with a pair of tits, leave marks all over out of unwarranted possession, and see the look on her face when she falls apart on his cock. He likes having power over a person rather than a hole.
Neil Lewis - Neil would go simply because he’s never seen anything like that in real life, only in porn. He’d get there and feel like his heart was about to beat out of his chest, but he’d go in anyway. Honestly, he’d probably come in like… less than five minutes. But these kinds of things are a little expensive so he’d endure the overstimulation just to get his moneys worth. But he probably gets bored of it pretty quickly because it’s basically just how he gets off at home, only he’s not even watching porn, he’s just fucking something.
Raymond Leon - He doesn’t have time for relationships and for some reason he thinks he’s above hookers. So during a particulary stressful case, he’ll blow off steam by fucking a cunt. It’s quick and easy which is why he likes it so much. Another thing he likes about it is the fact that it’s emotionless. Not that hookers aren’t, but technically lust is an emotion. He doesn’t have to feel anything or show any emotions (even just lust) when he gets off like this, all he has to focus on is coming.
Robert Capa - He gives off the vibe of either being very very single, or in a long term, loving, committed relationship. When he’s single though, he’s awkward, doesn’t really like most people, thinks he’s above them. That kind of attitude makes it pretty hard to get hoes. And he seems like the type where any sex is intimate and vulnerable to him, even with a hooker. The act in and of itself is what’s intimate and that makes it harder for him to just fuck anyone since he doesn’t like showing any vulnerability at all. But at least if he goes to a glory hole, he’s not fucking a woman, he’s fucking a cunt.
Robert Fischer - Being next in line to inherit a billion dollar company, people know who he is. Obviously not everyone, but enough. Which is why he likes glory holes. He gets to fuck something and not have to worry about his reputation potentially going to shit by hiring the wrong hooker. When he gets the opportunity, he’ll fuck one of the many girls who throw themselves at him. But if he’s worked up and overwhelmed or too tired to give a shit about making a girl come, he finds his way back to glory holes.
Thomas Shelby - He probably has a specific one he goes to every time. And in that one, he fucks one girl (his favorite) every time. He doesn’t go often because he has enough cunts throwing themselves at him daily, but when he wants a cunt who’s almost too tight and doesn’t moan in an exaggerated way that borders on annoying, that’s when he’ll go to a glory hole. Even though she’s just a sleeve for his cock, he likes teasing her, edging both of them together just to torture her a little bit and drag it out for himself.
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— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | BEFORE THE FAMILY
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fandom. formula one & mcu
about. y/n meets the stark clan
content warnings. written in 3rd person + headcanonish, not edited & proofread!
word count. 0.8k
notes. first 'lore' chapter!! i'm excited and hope you all like it <3 i would love some feedback hehe and any reblogs are ofc greatly appreciated!
before...
TONY STARK
y/n l/n grows up surrounded by motorsports, especially motogp. with her mother being a worldchampion, it's only natural that fast cars and bikes are her every day entertainement.
she's raised as an only child and by a single mother, she doesn't even know who her father is. and if she's honest, she doesn't care about it at all. why would she need a father, when she has already such a cool mother?
while her mother loves her independet daugher, she still thinks she should know about her father and tells her the truth. tony stark, also known as iron man, is her father. they had a short relationship, akin to an affair but it ended with both of them being extremely busy with their lives.
but just because y/n is aware who her father is, doesn't mean he's aware that he has a daughter. and he hasn't been for a long time, not until y/n's career in single seaters properly started. he regrets meeting her so late (in her teenage years) but never holds it against her or her mother.
how do the two meet? well, it's quite tragic... with her mother losing her year long fight against cancer, y/n is left alone, since her mother didn't have any close family. not wanting to end up in forster care and stop her career, she seeks out tony and shows up on his doorstep one random wednesday afternoon.
he's shocked, but pretty much believes her, when she tells him who she is. tony is of course no fool and still does a dna test, but even if it came out wrong, he would've taken care of y/n- he immediately felt a connection.
within the same week, tony gains custody of y/n and she moves to new york, but still goes to a boarding school until she's a candidate for formula 4.
PEPPER POTTS-STARK
y/n meets pepper in the same week she meets tony. not as her step-mother, but as CEO of stark industries and close friend of her father.
they immediately take a liking to each other (they both like to bully tony) and pepper can't help but feel for the lonely teen. y/n doesn't have many friends, especially close ones and with her genius mind, she always felt like an outsider. she only truly fits in with other racers, but then it's more about her talent and they're also all boys and older than her. not somehting everyone likes...
when tony finally ask pepper to marry him, y/n is their biggest supporters. pepper is incredibly touched and makes her maid of honor. she goes even so far, to ask y/n, if she would be alright with pepper adopting her. that evening, many tears were shed.
y/n loves pepper just as much she loved her own mother and sees her as another mother figure in her life. she still doesn't call her like that, but sometime she slips up and calls her 'mama', which leaves pepper flustered and deeply touched.
HARLEY KEENER
it takes a bit for tony to introduce y/n to harley, who she meets first as brother. with harley studing in MIT, he only knew that tony had something very important to talk about and wanted him to come home as soon as he could.
but it still took two months, until harley and y/n met, but luckily they hit off. harley knows what it's like to have a smaller sister, so he stepped up as big brother again, while y/n was a bit unused to no longer being an only child. but with harley being a full-time student, it felt as if she was one.
despite harley acting like an older brother to y/n, it still took a long time for them to actually grow closer. harley lost his family few years ago, but the thought of actually having a younger sister again... well, let's say he had a few things to say to his therapist.
but a few years have passed now and they're close, despite rarely seeing each other, with harley working at SI and y/n having to travel the world for her racing.
PETER PARKER
y/n meets peter as tony's intern very early, so she experiences the process of him getting adopted first hand. with both of them beings so close in age, they're close by default.
but it also helps that they have a similar humor (proud genz) and interests. peter starts focusing on engineering, just because y/n is heavily involved with it and y/n does physics and biochem work with peter, to help him as spider-man.
when peter gets adopted and becomes a proper stark, y/n set the goal to become his favorite sibling (he always talks himself out of the pick with "my favorite sister is you", fully knowing he only has one).
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ARKHAM MAID 2024
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hiiii, so sorry if this is a lil long but bare w me pls, i love ur writing btw <3
ok: reader & plug!ony broke up about a year ago bc of something ony did (something bad but not like 100% unforgivable) but the feelings never left. he’s been tryna get her back over the year but she wasn’t budging cus she hadn’t seen any growth. recently tho she’s noticed he’s growing & she misses him. then at a function, she sees him pop out w a new girl & all their friends are staring at her like waiting for a reaction and in a littleee moment of jealousy, she goes up to ony like “you’re mine for life right?” and he jumps away from the other girl so fast like he BEEN waiting on this news 😭😭
omg thank you!! i was about to write something just like this but this is so much better!! i hope you like it and i'm sorry it took so long i just wanted it to be okay😭
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cw: kinda angsty, oral (f receiving), car sex, ony calls reader 'ma', n word usage, mentions of breeding.
wc: 3913
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atonement is hardly ever easy, and ony knew that first-hand. closing the gap between you and the person you once held closest to you can, surprisingly, be very difficult. even if a year of ‘separation’ is spent showing up at your ex-lovers’ door, or workplace, nail tech, or hair lady’s house. sometimes getting back to where you once where is needlessly difficult. especially if your definitions of said place are vastly different.
from the outside looking in, you and ony’s relationship had been picture perfect. he loved you as much as you loved him, and he wasn’t shy about it. everyone knew not to even look at you wrong, because they knew that they would have ony to deal with—and no one fucked with ony’s girl. except for him. because that picture had been held by a fraudulent frame; purposely hung over the large dent in your relationship. that being, his occupation.
from small kickbacks, to rich white kids who want to snort rebellion off their house keys, everyone had one thing in common—ony. no party started until ony got there and, as happy as you were for him, that didn’t come without its burdens. ony was almost always out dealing, giving you very little quality time to hang out. on the few occasions you got his undivided attention for more than a few hours, your peace would be interrupted by the ear-splitting noise erupting from his stupid nokia burner phone.
of course, small huffs of disappointment would slip past your lips when he told you that he had to leave. but you were used to it now, and that’s what helped ony sleep at night; knowing that you had become inured to his disconcerting disappearances, and abrupt reappearances. you knew that other people needed him, even if it meant that your needs were temporarily pushed aside. one time you had asked him, why it always had to be him that they called, and his response had been:
”my shit is the best, ma.”, said through a chortle, as he put his shoes on by your front door.
”i get that, but what about me?”, your arms crossed, as you tilted your head at your man—ony’s weakness. once you did that, with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. but tonight, his priorities were different.
just let me do what i gotta do, and i’ll come right back to you. then i’m yours for the whole night.”, he had reassured, kissing your temple.
”just for the night?”, you scoffed.
”for life. now stay here, and i’ll be back.”, and that would appease you for the evening. but there’s only so much cracking one heart can do, before no adhesive can keep it whole, and it shatters into a million pieces. that night, you stripped yourself of ony’s shirt you had been wearing, and threw it into the corner of your bedroom; it smelt too much like him, and you hated it.
harmless hatred became deep disdain on the evening of your birthday. you had organised a dinner for a few of your closest friends and family, and had vehemently stressed to ony that he had to be there on time. because, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just be wasting your time, but he’d be wasting that of those closest to you as well. and he had promised you that if there’s something that had to be handled during the time of your dinner, he’d get connie or eren to do it so he could be with you. but 15 minutes of waiting for him became 30. and 30 soon became an hour, and your friends grew reasonably irate due to hunger. so you said they could order, and you’d just call ony one more time. but in a time where all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend’s voice, all you were met with was rings on the other line. that sound resounded all over the side of your face. and that feeling grew once the realisation hit that had you been a client, he wouldn’t have let the phone ring for more than five seconds. and that gave you a lot to think about.
you didn’t know how long the dinner lasted because your focus had remained on keeping your tears from falling into your food. you hated how pitiful you looked, lifting your head up every time someone walked into the restaurant, and the crestfallen expression that landed on your face each time you saw it wasn’t ony. it made no sense to you how the man who swore he would do anything for you, the man who placed a band on your ring finger, promising you that one day he’d marry you. the man who swore he had never loved anyone more than you, refused to put you before something so fleeting.
ony finally did show up though…two hours after the dinner had ended. heartbroken cries in your bedroom, had constantly been interrupted by calls coming from ony’s contact. but every single one went unanswered; he needed to feel what you felt when he had embarrassed you in front of your loved ones. though mere missed calls could never compare to the taste of your celebratory dinner food meshing awkwardly with the swallowed cries in your throat, you had to make him feel a morsel of the anguish he had put you through.
if ony could’ve gone full 2000s rnb music video; shirtless, singing outside your window with his chain blowing in the windy rain, he would’ve done. he would’ve even started throwing pebbles if he could, but your apartment was too high on your building. so he just settled on incessantly pressing the button next to your door number. and, after the nth try, you opened the door for him and he ran inside—pressing the elevator button a thousand times once he got in. and, just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. and you stood on the other side, utterly unimpressed; bonnet on, your own pyjamas (instead of one of his shirts), and eyes reddened by tears. the impact caused by his heart unceremoniously dropping to the pit of his stomach caused a soft sigh to leave his mouth. then his lips began moving to explain himself.
“look, i'm sorry. i lost track of ti—”, his explanations were waved off—your own thoughts outweighing whatever he had to say to you.
“we're done, ony.”, was all you said to him before closing the door, and ony’s brain turned off, then back on again because what the fuck did you just say??
“y/n, open the door”, he banged on the door. and, not wanting any noise complaints, you opened it.
“what?”, you scowled.
“the fuck you mean done? talk to me”, ony’s hand reached out to yours, but quickly retreated when you pulled back from him. you had never done that; even when you were mad at him, you at least gave him a chance to get back into your good books again.
“you missed my birthday dinner, ony”, your voice was small, tears about to fall yet again.
“i know, and i'm sor—”,
“two years in a row.”,
“like i said, i'm sor—”,
“and my graduation, the party we had when i finally got my drivers license, the lunch you promised me on my first day at my new job. and you were meant to be my date at my sisters wedding.”, every example was punctuated by your fingertip harshly poking at his chest, and the tears just started falling on their own.
“i'm sorry, y/n”, ony’s voice started cracking, as his hand embraced the hand you had been poking him with.
“sorry isn't good enough anymore, ony. i deserve someone who prioritises me”,
“but everything i do is for us.”, he kissed your hand, “imma use this money to buy you ever—”,
“do you not understand that i don't want your money or gifts? i want you, ony.”, your breathed out, exasperation deeply set in your voice, and in your slumping posture, “anyone could give me bags and shoes, ony. but only you could give me your time. but you won’t, and that's the problem”
“so what, this is it?”,
“until you figure yourself out, yeah.”, you slid your hand from him, “it pains me because i love you so much, but i can’t keep living like this. if you're not ready for a girlfriend then you should've never got with me”
“but i am ready”, he pleaded.
“then act like it.”. were the words that echoed in ony’s head every time he showed up to the places he saw you posting on your story—heart holding hopes that your paths would cross. you didn’t know how he did it, but ony became your shadow for nearly the whole year you spent separated. even when you told him to give it up, he refused; sending bouquets of flowers to your workplace every few days, talking to you through your friends and family, and even showing up to your job to make up for that lunch he promised you. it hurt you to turn him away when you could see in his eyes that he would give up the world to have you in his orbit again. but, when you would ask him about where he got the money to even buy you these flowers in the first place, his silence was very telling.
but word on the street was that ony was a changed man now. your sources told you that he wasn’t dealing as much, and he had gotten a job. those sources being his instagram story that you watched through a burner account. seeing him everywhere made it impossible for you to wash yourself of him completely, so desparate times called for desparate measures. you missed that man so much, it was driving you crazy. it pissed you off seeing him being the man you had asked him to be, but not having the chance to bask in his progress. your love for ony wouldn’t vanish overnight, but it sure as hell hadn’t faded in the year you had been separated either. you kept his shirts and hoodies, and the promise ring he bought you was still on your finger.
so elated didn’t even begin to explain the feeling in your chest when, upon arriving at some house party, one of your girls told you that ony was there too. you tried to not seem so eager, but you had no control over your heart beating rapidly at the idea that you might see him again. all you needed was for him to apologise one more time, and you’d be all his. that was until you came to find that there was a hole blocking your reunion—that hole being in the shape of some girl giggling in his face, as his arm sat around her waist. every fibre of your being urged you to stomp over there, and scream his ear off. but he wasn’t your man anymore so there was nothing you could do but kiss your teeth and glower that them.
no man, not even ony, could get in the way of you and your friends enjoying yourselves. so that’s exactly what you did. for an hour, or two, ony didn’t exist and you just laughed and danced with your friends. however, the end of that would be marked when you stood, talking some guy you had just met, and one of your friends nudged you and nodded in ony’s direction.
“that doesn't bother you?”, she asked, obviously asking about the girl sat on ony’s lap.
“why would it?”, you shrugged back.
“you ain't say you missed the nigga?”, your other friend chimed in.
“okay? that doesn't mean i want him back”, you lied through your teeth.
“so you’re just missing him as hobby?”, sasha laughed.
“leave me alone.”, you chided, and your friends dropped the whole thing. but you wished those saltine whispers of jealousy would leave your eyes, and let you at least pretend to enjoy yourself in peace.
and if it wasn’t them ruining your fun, it was the girl’s friends staring at you.
“why are her friends looking at me?”, you whispered to connie. he had come over to speak to you, and that had caught ony’s attention. mainly because he wondered why you were willing to speak to his friend, but not him.
“they’re gloating.”, connie put a comforting arm around you, and pulled you closer to himself.
“well, tell them to stop.”, as if you could feel ony’s eyes on you, you moved connie’s arm from you, and connie laughed before putting it back where it was.
“they won’t. in their mind, she stole ony from you.”, he explained, and you scoffed.
“pfft, i could get that nigga back anytime i wanted”, you retorted, earning some knowing looks from your friends, before unprecedented words fell from sasha’s mouth.
“then do it.”, she nudged you, “you keep saying you want him so bad, go get him. he’s your man. go collect him”, that didn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounded like a dare. and you were never one to back down from a dare.
“fuck it”.
you didn’t know where your strides were leading you until you were barging past ony’s friends to link your arm around his own. at first, his body went into fight or flight because he thought he was about to be robbed, then calm came in the sound of your voice,
“ony, baby, where did you go? i've been looking for you everywhere”, you made sure to stick yourself onto him, and he didn’t move from you because he was too busy comprehending what the fuck was going on.
“y/n?”,
“i thought you guys were done?”, miss.whatever-her-name-was, linked ony’s other arm with her own, and pulled him towards herself.
“yeah, so did i”, ony spoke under his breath, looking down at you in bewilderment as he thought to himself; ”how much did i fucking smoke?”.
“who’s done?”, you looked up at him, “you’re mine for life, right?”, you pouted up at him, and all those memories of that night he had promised you he wouldn’t be long, came flooding back—ony folded immediately.
“always.”, he grinned at you, simultaneously yanking his arm away from whatever her name was.
“ony?”, she complained—now it was your turn to gloat.
“what?”, he sneered at her.
“you told me you guys were done”, she whined, and he rolled his eyes at her.
“well then don’t believe everything a nigga tells you”, was his final rebuttal before he pulled you outside.
at first, you just sat in silence, taking in the cool summer breeze. but ony had questions and, more importantly, he wanted to hear your voice.
“you forgive me then?”, his elbow gently met your arm.
“who said that?”, you stared down at your feet, kicking into the ground beneath you.
“you don't forgive me but you wanna do all that shit back there?”, he laughed.
“she didn't look good for you”, you finally looked up at him, and ony just laughed at you.
“you don't know her”,
“i just got that vibe”, you feigned a shudder, eyes still on him.
“what'd you really want, y/n?”, his index finger lifted your chin.
“you.”, your frank demeanour, and sincere eye contact, blew ony’s eyes wide open.
“well, you got me.”, as much as ony had changed in that year, his love for you remained incorrigible, and he’d be dumb to try and convince you otherwise. so he wouldn’t; he’d been wanting you back for far too long, and he’d finally gotten what he wanted.
“that easy?”, you teased.
“even if you’re not mine, i’ll always be yours, y/n. you know that”, ony’s words directed themselves at your lips; brown irises stuck onto your shining gloss.
“well then…can i be yours again?”, you muttered apprehensively, and the pause after that comment was unreadable.
“y’don’t even have to ask, c’mere”, ony reached his hand out to you.
gentle fingers, interlocked with yours, led you out of the party, and down a road that would end at ony’s car—parked overlooking the local area. he wasted no time; unlocking it before opening the back door, and gesturing for you to get in.
"already? you don’t at least want to talk first?”, you laughed at how keen he was, and a lazy smirk graced his face.
”we’ll talk after. get in.”, any anger, or disappointment, built up over the time you were together, had been mollified with just one comment. missing ony was something you never wanted to do again, and seeing the person he had apparently become, meant that you probably never would. all memories of past arguments, and splits, dispersed in ony’s mind once his lips met yours in a fervent kiss. it was one of longing, and regret. the heat emanating off his body causing particles of his internal regret to fill the inside of the car. you could feel it bouncing off your skin, as his tongue met with yours, and his hands kneaded at your flesh through your clothes. ultimately moving south to help you shimmy your way out of your jeans and underwear. he wouldn’t take them off completely, just leave them by your ankles as he laid you on your back, his mouth already placing soft kisses on your upper thigh. that lasted all of five seconds before ony’s tongue was wrapping around your clit, sucking on it gently. for him, this was a meal that was long overdue, and you could feel it in the way he ate you out like a starved man. taking no breaks; wet noises and thirsty moans, omitted by the ever-moving mouth entertaining your core, pervaded the vehicle.
ony had always luxuriated in eating you out, so it wasn’t long until you came; a rivulet dousing his lower face, before he finally came up for air.
”you still taste as good as i remember”, he uttered lowly, moving to give you a taste of yourself as he pressed his lips against yours. his kisses were haste as his hands fumbled to pull down his jeans and boxers, to angle himself at your entrance. the way you took in that first inch of him had him incapacitated; his forehead dropped to meet yours, while deep groans left his mouth.
”fuck…”, ony had to pause to compose himself before he gently pushed the rest of his length inside you. once he did, he just stayed there; eyes locked with yours, thanks to the streetlights, and you could’ve sworn that this man was close to tears with the way his eyes were glossing over.
the way he was fucking you was ineffable; a year was nothing compared to the others ony had spent studying your body, and the things it reacted to. like the way you’d grow tighter around him at his hands pressing your legs against your chest, as he fucked into you. even in the confined space, head crouched down so he didn’t hit the ceiling, ony still fucked you like you were in the comfort of his bedroom—with all the space, and time, in the world. his ireful tip would caress that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again, making your head spin. all those years of learning your body had not been in vain, because a few minutes in that position, and you came around him. keening his name, as your back lifted off the leather seats. ony was planning on taking you back to his place, and making up for lost time properly. but, for now, he would just turn you around and fuck into you from the back—your hands immediately finding the steamy windows,
”don’t do that, ma. people will know what we’re doin’ in here”, he chuckled at you and you moaned out a distorted version of,
”and the moving car doesn’t make it obvious?”. somehow, ony understood you; he was just used to your fucked out rebuttals, and he scoffed at you before giving the moving flesh surrounding your hips two quick slaps. your hands grabbed at anything they could to gain balance, ultimately deciding on the arm rest on the door. and ony’s hands would follow suit, but as he went to intertwine your fingers, his hands were met with cold metal. it was pretty dark in there, so he couldn’t really make out what it was, but a fleeting headlight revealed the ring he had bought you.
“still got that ring on?”, he smiled to himself.
“you p-promised me…”, you stammered out.
“that i’d marry you.”, his eyes softened at the fact that you had been wearing that ring, despite not being together. all because of that lovestruck vow he had made you,
“and imma keep to that promise. imma marry you, then imma fuck some babies into you”, he spoke to you, “that okay with you?”, you moaned out in loud agreement, and that drove ony to fuck you harder.
“good.”, the thought of you being his wife, sat in your marital bed, with his child in your arms sent him over the edge, and ony came in you. deep hums, containing declarations of his love, spilt all over the back of your neck. but his hips didn’t still because he could feel you coming again.
once you both came down from your orgasms, ony laid you down on your side, before pulling his boxers and jeans up and leaving the car momentarily to turn the car on. he opened the windows slightly, before returning to the back of the car. his back would soon be attached to the back door, yours against his chest as your fingers intertwined. even though you hadn’t covered yourself yet, and his nut was leaking out of you onto the leather seats, everything just seemed perfect. in its own weird way; you in ony’s arms again, and his lips pressing loving kisses on your temple.
”y’know it would’ve taken just one more knock at my front door for me to forgive you?”, you looked up at him. and, once the initial shock subsided, he chuckled at you.
”but i kinda think it’s better this way.”, he shrugged.
”how?”, you sat up to face him properly.
”it felt good to finally be able to give you my attention when you asked it of me.”, he smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek, ”no interruptions. just us.”, after all the emotional turmoil, it was nice hearing that word again; ”us”.
”for life.”, you kissed his knuckle.
”for life.”
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thetriplets3 · 4 months
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"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?
like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that
please and thank you !! 😊😊
❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞
again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted
warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all
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my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.
“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.
this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.
how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?
without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.
i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.
getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.
“come in baby” he calls out.
he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.
“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.
with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.
“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.
this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.
in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.
“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”
“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”
“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”
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badasmuse · 2 months
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“BeBe’s Bodyguard”
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Team Bebe x Reader
Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of a knife, mentions of a stabbing, cute ending tho, language, lowercase intended (you already know)
Summary: you’re bebe’s bodyguard. what could possibly go wrong?
“sowon and chaeyoung can you two please stop running off?” you ask. it’s not really a question but you’re trying. they’ve been disappearing for the past twenty minutes.
“oops sorry y/n-nim!” sowon says bowing.
you’ve been their bodyguard for a long time. you automatically became close because you’re the only female bodyguard they have. they trusted you immensely.
“just stay in the area. i don’t want anything happening to you.” you say standing behind them as they looked for things.
moments later, the others walked up with the other three bodyguards on duty.
“y/n!!” bada says excitedly. she pulls you into her and steps back. “look at what i bought.”
“i will when we get in the car bada.” you say pushing her items back into her bag. “head count i only see six.”
“i’m behind you!” you hear tatter’s sweet voice say.
“all of you are gonna be on punishment.” you mumble making sure they’re all good before walking towards the mall exit.
you take your place up front next to bada. sad to say, she is the more popular one of the seven, so fans tend to rush after her. they rush all the girls, don’t get me wrong, but recently they’ve been rushing bada a lot more due to her girl crush concept blowing up. so bada now has two guards on her whole the other two guards stand in the middle and at the end of the line.
“y/n,” bada says looking up, “i bought you something too!” she says excitedly.
“that’s sweet bada.” you say pushing her hands back down gently. “show me in the car.” you say again.
you can see a crowd when you get to the door, some people are next to the van. “alright girls, hold onto the person in front of you. don’t step out of line.”
“aye aye captain!”
“lusher..” you groan before grabbing onto bada as your coworker opens the door for you.
“bada! bada you’re so cool!”
“oh my gosh bada unnie you’re so pretty!”
“minah i love you!
“tatter your hair looks so good!”
“lusher unnie we missed you!”
the comments come fast as you hold onto bada’s waist and gently push through the crowd.
you get about three feet from the van when you see them. some fan, maybe a fake fan, comes running right towards bada. since her head is down, bada doesn’t see it. she just feels your grip tighten and being pulled to the other side.
you grab the fan quickly, safely dropping her to the ground. the fan tries to get out of your hold and you feel something scratch at your arm. you ignore it trying to calm her down.
the other guards get the girls in the car, shutting the door before helping you with the person you have pinned.
“y/n you’re bleeding.” one says.
you look at your arm then down at the girl's hand, noticing the knife she has. “oh what the fuck.” you say.
she’s quickly disarmed and you walk to the van getting in with the girls and huffing.
“what’s wrong y/n?” kyma asks.
“she cut me. i can’t see it. is this bad?” you turn your arm towards the girls and they gasp.
“y/n that’s a lot of blood!” lusher exclaims grabbing tissues. “you might need stitches that’s really deep.”
after the situation is over and everyone’s in the van, the girls are quickly brought back to their respective homes and you’re taken to a nearby hospital. doctors told you to take it easy for a few days so you did. you spent a week in your little apartment recovering. of course the girls sent you plenty of messages saying how they missed you. (especially bada. she sent messages back to back like she was bangchan on bubble- but let’s not get into that.)
you were excited to be back at work. you missed the girls and their antics. they didn’t know when you were coming back and they definitely didn’t think it would be today.
it was tuesday, so team bebe were at the studio practicing. you quietly open the door and peak your head in.
“lusher you’re doing it wrong!” bada stresses.
“no i’m not! i’m doing it like everyone else, you're wrong!” she says back.
“do it again from the top.” bada plays the music and watches in the mirror as everyone dances. lusher was right, bada was wrong.
“told you!”
“whatever. let’s keep going.” she grumbles.
“oh bada,” you say stepping in, “that’s not nice. apologize to lusher.”
“y/n!!!” the girls exclaim rubbing towards you. you immediately put your injured arm up then gently let it down around them.
“are you back? we missed you so much!! bada has been mean the whole time you were gone.” kyma speaks up.
you make eye contact with bada as she sulks against the mirror. she turns the other way without saying anything. “why don’t you girls take a break so i can talk to bada.” you whisper. they nod and make their way out the door.
“hi bada.” you say approaching her.
“i was worried.” she says, still looking away.
“i texted you everyday. why were you being mean to my kids?”
bada doesn’t respond. she pouts looking down at the ground. you put your finger under her chin raising her head, “i asked a question.”
her face turns red and she clears her throat, “y/n i like you. oh that is not what i wanted to say.” she says covering her mouth.
“babe it was painfully obvious. that doesn’t answer why you’ve been mean to the kids. did not seeing me everyday throw you off?”
she nods.
“that’s cute. you owe them a big apology. give them the day off then let me take you out.” you say leaning on the mirror.
“you… wanna take me out? okay.” she giggles walking towards the door. she opens it and the six kids fall to the floor.
“h-hi!” they stutter.
you shake your head, “kids.”
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a/n: this was a request! hope you like it! i have frostbite guys🧍🏽frostbite on my thumbs and pinkies, four more requests, and eight things i’m trying to write. idk what i’m going to do. send help. pls.
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rnelophobia · 3 months
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Let Him Apologize
Quoth the Raven “Let him apologize and eat it in a Bentley”
Content: •Oral •Cunnilingus •Vaginal Fingering •Fingerfucking •Smut •Semi-Public •Car sex •Eating out
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Nanami loathed working overtime for many reasons. The demanding nature of his job made for emotional, mental, and physical exhaustion on a different level than his old office job. Another, more personal reason, was that he wanted any excuse to pick you up after you were finished working. The Jujutsu lifestyle was unpredictable, so spending any chance he could get in your presence was something he’d never take for granted. The uncertainty also led him to be more generous in your relationship, as a result he gave you whatever you desired, for the most part.
“Angel, we can't eat out so often, and you know we have food at home.” Nanami says, eliciting a huff out your mouth; what a parental thing to say. He isn’t wrong, of course, but after a long day at the office you want something quick and easy. It also doesn’t help that you have a nasty habit of hyper focusing on work and neglecting to eat anything of substance. The overall combination of work, along with a lack of solid meals left you in a sour mood at times afterwards.
Today had drawn out even more due to Nanami being held up at work longer than he’d like. He was also your ride back to the apartment you lived in together. So with the lack of knowing the proper time he’d come and the buses running later and later made for a bit of a frustrating wait. While Nanami was good at keeping time, Jujutsu work could be constraining at being able to keep you updated on the fly. It also gave you anxiety on whether he would respond back or if you’d never hear from him again.
Safe to say by the time he arrived you were ready to eat soon, not to say you hated Nanami’s cooking, he was a fantastic cook. Finding a man capable of doing the bare minimum seemed rare nowadays, finding one who excelled and went above and beyond like Nanami, near impossible. Sometimes it felt like you were inadequate in the relationship based on how much Nanami tended to you. Despite what appeared like a stand-offish, unapproachable exterior of a man, was actually one who’s incredibly devoted. Some would say you were spoiled, rightfully assumed. Perhaps that, the late hour, the hunger, and being tired from work would explain why you were currently not engaging with Nanami.
After rejecting the proposal to eat out, you swiftly turned your head away from him to stare out the window. The rational side of you knew it was immature, the stubborn side just wanted a fast meal. Another part of you hated the dread that came along with his line of work, the uncertainty of his life.
Almost immediately after disengaging you feel his firm hand lay on your thigh. It starts with a slow caress from his thumb going up and down the side. After a pat and a slight squeeze you shoot a glance at him as he concentrates on the road ahead. When there’s a red light he finally turns his attention back to you.
“Don’t be like this, I came as soon as I could.” He sighs. There are only so many hours left in the day and he doesn’t want to spend those hours with tension.
“It’s not really the waiting, I just hate worrying and it’s the second time this week.” You confess. The light turns green to turn into the lower parking lot of your apartment. Once Nanami finds a spot he finally shifts his attention back towards you. “I know it’s a joke when you say Jujutsu work is shit but is it worth risking your life for?” You already knew the answer, because Nanami always cherished the lives of his coworkers and students. He slowly brings his palm up to caress your cheek with his thumb.
“I value everyone as if it were you,” He brings your face closer to kiss your forehead, “There is no life beneath my own and death is above no one if I can help it.” Nanami speaks quietly as a kiss to your cheek leads to a peck on the lips. “If I could slow down the days in your presence I would; I’d treasure every second.” The hand on your cheek lowers to the back of your neck to bring you in for a proper kiss. You whimper a bit causing him to deepen it, as if you’d disappear at any moment. The two of you break apart for a second to take a breath as he gently presses his forehead to yours.
“I’ll never be able to get back our lost time but I’ll always make up for it.” He says, the words ghosting over your lips.
How Nanami can sell you on the prospect of his death and turn you on at the same time, you’ll never know. Forgotten is the appetite for anything other than the man in front of you right now. You place your hand on his chest, slowly moving it up his body until you get to his neck where you take hold of his tie. A firm tug on the fabric brings your lips back together with a new urgency. You start to shift the tie around, undoing the knot and move on to unbutton his shirt before he stops your hands.
“I appreciate the love Angel but let’s focus on you first.” He says while leaning over your side to recline and push back the car seat. Once it’s set, he leaves his own seat and moves over to your side to kneel before you on the floor. You prop yourself on your elbows to watch him as he starts peppering kisses from your knee into your inner thighs, alternating between each one. You lift your hips, allowing him to hike up your skirt as he continues on with his show of devotion. Once he gets to your underwear he lazily runs his thumb up and down the clothed part of your slit. It was a pale pink color that started to darken in the middle the deeper he started to massage up and down the length of it.
“A little teasing and I get rewarded like this? Now how will you spoil me?” He smirks as he gives a firm press over where your clit is, causing your hips to arch up into the pressure. He tells you to keep yourself there for a second longer so he can slide your underwear down for you. Once they’re off he places your legs on his shoulders bringing you closer to him. Nanami goes back to lavishing your inner thighs with kisses, giving them a squeeze with his hands. When he gets back to the center he brings his thumb to your slit, slowly parting your lips as he licks his own at the tempting view.
He lowers his head to finally get a taste, his tongue sweeping up lightly to tease you first. You let out a groan of frustration when you note he doesn’t follow through to your clit. Normally you’d go with the flow with anything he does to you sexually but the physical hunger was manifesting into another.
Lowering your hand down into his perfectly styled blonde hair, you grip onto the length as you bring him exactly where you want him. This is one of many things Nanami loves about you, your forwardness turning him on. Your eagerness comes with the reward of having your clit on his tongue and being sucked into his mouth firmly. The action elicits a gasp from your mouth at the sudden spark of pleasure, in doing so he brings his hand to ease in a finger and feels the delicious squeeze of your pussy. Working the finger in time with the pull of his mouth and tongue on your clit causes your thighs to clamp down on the sides of his head. He stops his administration to give you a breathy laugh that brings a full body shiver from the cool air.
“Don’t.” You plead.
“Don’t what? Stop fucking you? I wouldn’t dream of it, you’ve got more to give Angel. Now hold on to your legs for me”. He instructs as he leans back in, giving your slit a kiss before parting your lips with his tongue again. He immediately goes back to giving your clit its rightful attention, lapping at your wetness. Nanami’s tongue trails down towards your hole, dipping in just to tease and taking it back out to play with your clit. After alternating a bit he goes back to slurping at the mess he’s made of your cunt bringing it up once again to suck you into his mouth. This time when he brings his hand back he guides another finger inside, crossing them so he can twist as they thrust inside your pussy. The maneuver draws out a vigorous moan from your mouth, as the grip on your legs tighten.
He picks up the pace, loving the desperate noises falling out your mouth along with the sound of his fingers plunging inside your drenched cunt. He slows down until he’s fully out, which causes a whine to leave your lips at the sudden loss of stimulation. You peer down at him, finding his lustful gaze searing back at you. He brings the fingers he was using up to his lips, sucking them clean, not breaking eye contact.
Before you can plead again, Nanami gives them a swipe of his tongue before thrusting them back into your pussy, causing your mouth to fall open in a gasp. Your head falls back onto the seat as his fingers curve in a bit, stroking your sensitive walls with each push. He picks up the pace, making you clench harder at the force while your mouth chokes out an incomprehensible sound, the feeling overwhelming your senses.
The speed and length of his fingers is sinful as they keep heightening your pleasure, the familiar tightening of your orgasm approaching. Sensing this he brings his mouth back down over your clit, circling his tongue around it before sucking on it again. This shatters you as you feel your orgasm pulse around his ever moving fingers as they keep up the rhythm while pleasure washes through your body. A breath shutters through your mouth as you finally lower your legs, the weight of them feeling heavy after the act. There are aftershocks as he laps up your cum, the overstimulation making you whimper as he finishes. Nanami slips his hand out to suck off again before he begins kneading at your thighs, massaging the life back into them after being propped up for so long.
“Alright my love, let’s fix you up and head inside okay?” Nanami gives your thighs one last squeeze before bringing your skirt back down, not bothering with putting back your underwear on and instead opting to just pocket them for time’s sake. He opens the passenger side door so he can step out before you and presents his hand for you to take. With your hand in his you step out into the parking lot, the night breeze making you more aware of the lack of underwear. You shuffle closer into Nanami causing him to wrap an arm around your shoulder to accommodate.
“Now what would you like to eat, Angel?”
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chibinightowl · 2 months
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Today has been a day. Just a lot of hospital stress this week between my mom and my husband's surgeries and this is how it's coming out (they're both fine and are recovering well).
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Dick finds Tim in a waiting room at Gotham General, slumped in a faded blue plastic chair that's seen better days. At some point during the day, his brother had been immaculately dressed for the office. But now, his blue pin-striped suit is wrinkled, his collar is unbuttoned, and his shirtsleeves have been rolled up. There was a tie somewhere as Dick knows Tim never leaves home without one on an office day, but it's anyone's guess as to where it currently is.
"Hey. I got here as fast as I could," he says, taking the open seat beside Tim. He did too, calling Wally as soon as he got the news from Barbara. "How's Jason?"
Tim opens his eyes, giving him a look that is more dead than alive. "Still critical."
Pain lances through Dick at the two words. He'd lost Jason once before and the guilt from being off world when his Little Wing needed him the most still ate at him in the darkest parts of his psyche. And now, here he is sitting with another brother he never thought he'd have, one who's been through so much trauma and loss of his own--and who is on the verge of possibly losing another loved one.
A car-pedestrian accident. The gall of something so normal and mundane having the potential to take out the Red Hood--or any of them for that matter--is enough to make Dick want to punch the taupe wall of this dreary waiting room.
To be honest, he's rather surprised none of the others are here yet. Well, expect Bruce. He's off world with the JL and...
Oh.
Oh.
"Do you think Bruce knows yet?"
Tim's shrug is so minute Dick might have missed it if he wasn't watching closely. "Can't say I care right now. He and Jay got into another of their big fights before he left. Said if Jay can't clean up his act, then don't bother coming back."
Dick winces and easily reads between the lines of what Tim isn't saying given their semi-public place. Even in Bludhaven, he'd heard about the execution-style murder of a known pedophile--and that it was the Red Hood who'd done it.
"He didn't do it, Dick," Tim whispers, catching his gaze as tears build in his eyes. "I was there. I know he didn't. But Bruce didn't listen to either of us, said I was covering for him because he's in my pants." Those last words are practically spat out. "I think this is the first time I've ever felt like I hate him. He just doesn't listen!"
That's a feeling Dick knows all too well. He also knows now why the others aren't here--that Barbara called him first because Tim doesn't need just comfort.
He needs his big brother.
Dick slides from the chair to kneel on the floor in front of Tim. "Now that is something I know a lot about." He takes Tim's hands and squeezes them firmly. "I'm not going to tell you it'll get better. I'm also not going to say you need to be the bigger person and forgive him. What I am going to tell you is that I believe you and that I believe in Jason."
Tim's breath hitches and he falls into Dick's open arms sobbing. Thank yous fall from his lips and into Dick's jacket. Tears fill his own eyes as he remembers another time where he didn't believe this little bird, his first Robin.
Time hasn't necessarily dulled the guilt, but it has given him perspective. He'd done what he thought best at the time and owned up to it when he'd been proven wrong--a trait not shared by their mentor and father-figure.
"We'll get through this together," Dick soothes, running a hand up and down Tim's back. "You, me, and everyone else. We're all here for you and we're all pulling for Jason."
As he speaks, he glances up and spots Alfred hurrying down the hall with Damian and Duke in tow. Both boys are still dressed in their school uniforms, so Alfred must have pulled them out early. Behind them are Cass and Steph, hands held tightly.
"We're all here," he repeats, nudging Tim's chin to make him look up. "And we're not going anywhere."
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