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poisoned mercury | pink skies

a/n: bf!luke, who else cheered?; suggests that five star and luke spent the night but nothing explicit! i decided not to let the angst monster touch them. they're my babies!!!! five star and luke get behind me!!!

viii. pink skies by lany

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there were many things about luke castellan that surprised you. one being that he wore glasses, or at least is supposed to wear glasses. he refused to wear them, against the sound medical advice of his optometrist and his mom’s insistence. his first adult responsibility was buying his own contacts because his mom refused to set up the appointments for him out of spite. he only wore his glasses when he was around the boys and poisoned mercury’s management team, but never out in public, and definitely never on stage.

two, he loved jazz music. only a handful of people knew this about him and half of those who do, don’t believe him. he supposed it was hard for people to believe that a pop punk lead singer would have an appreciation for jazz music, but luke loved it. jazz always sounded romantic and sensual and there was something calming about it. he listened to jazz before each show. he’ll never admit this unless you twist his arm, but he wept like a goddamn baby when he first watched la la land.

third, he was a polyglot, which he says is a little ironic because according to his mom, he spoke his first words in english significantly later than his peers, but he picked up on other languages quickly. he first found out about his talent in high school when he started hanging out at the rodriguez household and chris’ mom and sisters started saying phrases to him in spanish. he started taking spanish classes in high school and kept teaching himself when he dropped out. so far he can speak spanish, italian, and a bit of french. he attempted to learn greek, but it never clicked for him. he knew how to read it but his pronunciation was atrocious. he promised he’d try again sometime soon, but who knows if that’ll happen.

fourth, his idea of pillow talk was the two of you asking random questions to each other to get to know each other better, which is how you learned all these things about him. after one thing led to another last night, you fell asleep to the sound of luke’s voice against your ear. it wasn’t even that late; the group hadn’t come back from their trip to get food after they left the party, but you and luke were sleepy as you lay in the tangled sheets of your bed, at peace.

you learned that he was ticklish on the side of his ribs and that he planned to get a tattoo there but when the artist tried to put the stencil on his skin, he giggled and moved around so much that the artist warned him about his placement. he didn’t end up getting the tattoo there, but instead got it a little lower on his torso. luke had six tattoos, making him the one in the band with the least amount. the stolls were tattoo fiends and made it their mission to get a small tattoo from each place they visited on tour. luke’s personal favorite was the single line on the side of their index finger. it was a messily done stick-n-poke after one too many drinks in new jersey.

when he was younger, he used to climb on the roof of his house in connecticut. his parents warned him that he was going to hurt himself one day, but he, being the rascal that he was, never listened. until one day, after a light rain, he’d gone up there and slipped on the shingles and fell face-first against the roof. he scratched his face pretty badly, hence the scar on his face now. he told people that he got the scar from a bar fight because it sounded cooler. one day his childhood pictures will be posted on some website and his cover story won’t be as believable anymore, but that’s a bridge he’ll cross when he gets there.

it was weird to fall asleep next to someone. you hadn’t found yourself in this position in a long time, longer than you’d care to admit. when you hooked up with people in college, you purposefully made up some excuse about why they had to leave before sun up. “my roommate will be back soon.” “i have a huge test tomorrow morning.” “my friend just called and said she needed my help so i gotta go.” but with luke, you didn’t feel the need to make up an excuse to kick him out. you didn’t want him to go.

he asked the silent question as he was putting his clothes back on, hesitantly approaching your bedroom door to exit. he didn’t know if he was overstaying his welcome. he didn’t want to rush you when it came to things like this. so when he’d asked where his other shoe went, not caring about where it landed in the heat of the moment, you shrugged your shoulders and said, “dunno. we’ll figure it out in the morning, come back to bed.”

you didn’t need to tell him twice.

luke woke up before you did. you were lying on his chest, face pressed into the crook of his neck. your breaths made his skin tingle. he twirled the ends of your hair around his fingers, taking in the view of you next to him. he could get used to waking up like this every morning, he thought. he couldn’t imagine a better way to start his day.

you stirred, craning your head to face him as your eyes fluttered open, a subdued smile on your face, “g’mornin.”

“g’mornin’, five star,” he replied, lips immediately leaning over to press against yours. he frowned when you pulled back, shaking your head, “let me kiss you.”

“i have morning breath,” you cringed, moving your arm from under you to caress the nape of his neck. you placed a kiss on the corner of his lips, making him groan.

“i don’t care,” he pouted, nudging your nose with his own. you rolled your eyes but let him kiss you. the kiss was lazy and languid, lips moving gracefully against each other. it was sweet and slow like you were both trying to soak in this feeling with each other. you broke the kiss when you broke out into a smile, suddenly feeling shy.

“it’s noon,” you said, glancing at your clock behind luke. “we need to get up soon.”

“five more minutes,” he placed a string of kisses on your shoulder blade, grinning at the red marks he left on your skin from last night. “let’s stay here a little longer.”

you had a feeling here meant something more than just the comfort of your bed. here was the bubble you both allowed yourself to stay in for the last twelve hours, a little universe that was just for the two of you. it was different kissing luke in the darkness of the night. you could blame it on the secrecy of it all, shadows hiding your feelings for him, no expectations or weight of the dreaded conversation, but in the morning light, you felt vulnerable. you knew the mature thing to do was to ask him about what last night meant. was it just a one-time thing? would things change between the two of you now that the chase was over? you didn’t know.

little did you know, luke was thinking the same things as you. he would prolong this safe haven for as long as he could in case he would never get to experience it again. luke tightened his grip around your waist, breathing in the scent of your shampoo as he kissed your forehead. he couldn’t stop himself. he got a taste of what it was like to be with you and now, he couldn’t get enough. he’d find any excuse to have his lips on you. he grinned at you as he pulled away, “you snore, you know that?”

you buried your face in your pillow, embarrassed, “stop it.”

he laughed, “it’s cute, five star! i don’t mind it.”

“are you sure?” you asked, scrunching your face up in disgust, “i can’t in good conscience let you sleep over again if you don’t even get any sleep because i snore.”

“consider your conscience cleared because i really don’t mind,” luke pressed his lips against yours again. gods, he couldn’t get enough of you. “this makes up for it.”

“ew,” you shoved him playfully, sitting up to start getting ready for the day. luke remained flat on his back on your bed, “you’re so fucking corny.”

he propped his head up on his extended elbow, a smirk on his face. the rays of sunlight that peeked through your blinds illuminated his toned chest. faint scratches and pink marks contrasted his tanned skin. “guilty.”

you got up from bed, digging out a clean sweater from your closet. you wandered around your room, organizing things as you went on. luke watched you from your bed, eyes following your every move. his white shirt was peeking out from under the sweater. your sleep shorts showed off your toned legs perfectly. your hair was a mess, braids undone, but you still looked gorgeous. he blinked as your eyes darted to him, “you look beautiful.”

you rolled your eyes, narrowing your eyes at him, “you can’t even see me properly. you don’t have your contacts in.”

he’d taken them off before he fell asleep. he hated sleeping with contacts in. he’d snuck out in the middle of the night to grab his glasses from his nightstand before slipping back into bed with you. he was thankful you were a pretty heavy sleeper because he didn’t want you to think he was sneaking out to leave you by yourself after last night. when luke returned to his side of the bed, you rolled over and cuddled into him in your sleep, like you’d been waiting for him to return.

luke reached over to retrieve his glasses from your bedside table and placed them on his face. he pushed them up on the bridge of his nose and shrugged, “still beautiful.”

you walked over to him, sitting on his lap with your thighs caging him in. you held his face in your hands, admiring how he looked with the frames on his face. luke’s hands made their way to your waist, steadying you. you smiled, “i like how you look with your glasses.”

a lopsided smile appeared on his face, boyish and charming. “yeah?”

“mhm,” you hummed, “you look like a nerd. s’cute.”

“pfft,” he scoffed, poking your side, “i’m not a nerd. i’m a rockstar.”

“shut the fuck up,” there was no venom in your voice, despite your words. you couldn’t muster any resemblance of annoyance when he was looking at you all doe-eyed and pouty-lipped. you moved from on top of him, crawling over to your empty spot, “luke?”

he turned to you, “five star?”

“what are we doing?”

“we’re spending the day in bed,” he replied, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach. he knew that the conversation was coming in soon. he was scared of what you’d say next.

your smile vanished as your shoulders hunched over, “you know what i mean.”

luke rubbed his jaw, “you tell me.”

luke didn’t know what he should say. he didn’t want to say that last night meant nothing to him because he’d be lying if he said that and he didn’t want to lie to you, but he also didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how he really felt. it felt like a situation he couldn’t win. his pessimism was hounding him. he didn’t want to mess this up before it had the chance to start.

“are we just fucking around? is this casual because i–”

at first he thought he could handle it. he’ll let you take the lead, he’ll follow you. whatever you wanted, he’s game for it, even if it meant that he got hurt along the way. but then the word casual left your lips and it felt like he was slapped across the face. he thought he could handle it if you wanted you guys to be casual or friends who kiss sometimes or friends who occasionally do more than kissing sometimes, but actually hearing you use those words made him tense.

“please don’t ever use those words about us again,” luke breathed out, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “i don’t know if you’ve noticed five star, but there’s nothing casual about how i feel about you.”

“i think we need to start talking to each other more,” you pondered. “because there’s nothing casual about how i feel about you either.”

“throw a guy a bone sometimes. you’ve tormented me for two months. how was i supposed to know that?” he teased.

you cocked an eyebrow, “but yet you like me so really what does it say about you?”

just like that, the indecision faded. it was back to just you and luke. the same way you’d always teased each other and pushed each other’s buttons. you’d both been stressed about what the other was thinking when you should’ve just talked to each other. perhaps all the poets and the writers in the world were onto something when they said that communication is key because you two wasted so much time running away from what this could be. it was funny really, how the two of you were both keeping these things to yourself, too scared of how you felt for each other to make a move. how much sooner could this have happened if you told him how you felt the minute you realized it? would he have kissed you a month ago? would you have been waking up with him beside you on your bed for weeks? who knows?

“it says more about you, to be honest,” he said, “you’re irresistible. even when you’re mean to me, i adore you.”

“you’re such a flirt, castellan.”

“i need to up my game,” luke chuckled, “yeah, i got the girl but now i gotta work to keep you.”

you placed a hand on your chin, pretending to think, “i don’t recall being asked to be anyone’s girl.”

“you’re breaking my heart, five star,” he sighed dramatically, clutching his chest. he dropped his body weight on yours, making you squeal and attempt to push him off. he laughed at your efforts. “be my girl?”

“on one condition.”

“anything.”

“let me hear the song.”

luke let out a full belly laugh, rolling over on the bed. he shook his head, biting his bottom lip. there was never a moment where he wasn’t on his toes when he was with you. he didn’t expect you to say that. you really were stubborn when it came to things you put your mind to. that fucking song. “no, i told you it’s not ready!”

you stuck your tongue out at him, “then no.”

luke’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as a goofy grin appeared on his face. he pulled you on his lap again, back pressed against his chest. he moved your hair to one side, kissing down the other side of your neck in soft, quick motions. he mumbled into your skin, “fine, but i’m following you around like a lost puppy. i’m yours.”

you sighed dreamily, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. you couldn’t help but make fun of him despite the butterflies in your stomach, “simp.”

you felt him nod against your body, “that’s me.”

“we really need to get out of bed.”

“five more minutes?”

it had been at least fifteen since he last asked for more time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. you gave in and got back under your covers with him. you let him be the small spoon this time, your arms wrapped around his toned back, smiling at the soft sighs that left his lips when you ran your fingers down his spine. he kissed your collarbones, face relaxing as sleep overtook him again.

you watched him fall asleep and reached for your phone, trying not to disturb his rest. you snapped a quick picture of him, smiling as you admired his features. you were falling for luke castellan.

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politemenacephd · 2 months

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓇

Dadbod!Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (+18)

❤️ Miguel gets home late from work. You offer him some relief, so long as you get to be in control, and he very willingly accepts.

❤️ Content: Established relationship, Implied age gap, Breeding kink, Slight degradation kink, Miguel gets choked, Miguel gets ridden, PinV sex, Creampie, Aftercare.

The creaking door woke you from a restless sleep.

You stirred awake slowly. Your eyes could see a thin slither light from behind the bedroom door, which meant someone had turned the landing light on. You rubbed your eyes and grunted. It was pitch black in your room. You couldn’t even see a slither of daylight beneath the rim of the window curtain, and you’d gone to bed at roughly midnight, so it must still be the early hours of the morning.

You shifted in your heavy blankets as the door to your bedroom finally swung open.

The light from the corridor cast a long, heavy shadow across your face, but you weren’t afraid. You knew that shadow well.

‘My—god, you’re back late’ you mumbled sleepily. You heard a weighty chuckle in response as you slapped your alarm clock to check the time. 3am.

‘3am… Fuck, what are they making you do?’ you repeated.

‘Too much’ the gruff voice replied. You awkwardly rolled onto your left side as the shadowed figure began stripping themselves down to nothing. You dropped your head into your folded arms as you watched. The thin bit of light from the corridor allowed you see glimpses of his form; the rolling muscles on his back, the curve of a bicep as he folded his shirt aside. You saw just an inch of his stocky, rounded belly as he gave up on folding and threw his shirt to the floor, before plopping down heavily on the edge of the bed to tug and kick his trousers aside.

‘You’re gonna have to pick those up in the morning’ you said with a soft yawn as he shuffled into bed. He let out another throaty chuckle in return.

‘Ahuh. You—come here—’

You squeaked as he easily dragged your body up and against his side, squeezing you to his chest. His rough, hairy arms were still freezing cold from braving the temperatures outside, and while his thick belly and rounded chest were a little warmer the sudden coldness against your hot skin was a shock.

‘AH—Cold, cold!’ you rasped. You pathetically slapped at his pecs but he refused to give you up. His biceps squeezed you against his thick, plush body as a satisfied laugh vibrated through his chest.

‘Mm—you’re so warm’ he said, practically purring. ‘So warm.’

He clutched you like a doll in spite of your complaints. They were quite pitiful complaints, after all. Deep down you were glad to have him home at last.

‘Mi amor, I missed you’ he whispered into your forehead. You felt your body melt.

‘I missed you too’ you whispered back. You willingly shuffled closer until you were clinging to his side like a koala to a tree, and you both let out the same sigh of relief. His touch always gave you soft little tingles in your belly, and a feeling of absolute contentment.

‘How was your day, beautiful?’ you asked with a yawn.

‘Mi amor, I mean this as kindly as it can be said, but I really don’t need to talk to you right now’ he whispered with an affectionate purr.

‘As kindly—excuse me?’

‘You were sleeping, amor. And you looked very cute doing it. Please don’t stay up because of me, I already feel like an asshole for waking you up.’

Your concern turned soft as you tutted at his gentle prompting. ‘Oh, shh. Dumbass. I’m happy to talk, I can catch up on sleep later. When I said I missed you I meant it, so, unless you were lying when you said you missed me…’

Your light taunting made him chuckle again. It was such a sweet sound in the dark. ‘Mm. You are—naughty. Naughty, naughty, naughty.’

You giggled back as he squeezed your waist, the soft skin filling out the space between his fingers as he yanked you towards him. Your knee went up over his belly as you were pulled halfway across his torso.

‘Very naughty’ you whispered back.

The red glow of his eyes gave away that they’d widened ever so slightly. He’d caught on.

‘You’re horny? Really?’ he chuckled. You bashfully shrugged.

‘How can I not be? Look at you.’ Your right hand gently rubbed from his chest to his belly to his thighs, affectionately caressing as much of that thick, gorgeous bod as you could reach. You let your fingers run through the coarse dark hair on his chest and stomach, and you let your palm sink into the thickness of his belly and thighs. You saw his glowing red eyes roll a little.

‘You’re too nice to me, you know that? It’s weird’ he whispered.

‘Dumbass. You’re too nice to me’ you retorted.

‘Mi amor, we can’t both be insecure’ he chuckled. At this point you were nestling into each other, both sharing the same sleepy giddy fit of giggles, as he lightly teased you by tickling your waist you teased him back by brushing the sensitive spot on his right hip.

‘You have zero right to be insecure’ you insisted. ‘Look at you, beautiful idiot. You’re literally perfect. I still don’t know what you find so interesting about me, but, hey, I guess I’ll take you at your word, huh?’

At that Miguel slowed his onslaught, allowing your bodies to settle in the sheets. You noticed his eyes roaming across your face in the dark. His chest heaved, pushing your body up, allowing him to feel all of your nakedness against his own. His eyes softened.

‘Mm.’ Miguel reached up and grasped your hand, slowly lowering it down beneath the sheets. He let your fingers brush through his chest and navel hair until you abruptly hit his hardened erection, the thick rod straining his boxers to their limit. Your surprised squeak was met with a guttural purr from him.

‘Trust me’ he whispered, ‘I am, more than interested in you.’

A low shudder ran up your spine as you gave his shaft a few experimental strokes. You moaned at the feel, that heavy girth sitting thick and pretty in your hand, and he moaned back as that same hand continued to stimulate him. Your lips met in a sleepy but tender kiss.

‘You wanna?’ you whispered. You could see a flash of his smile as he moaned again, but to your disappointment he remained on his back.

‘Mm—I’m sorry, mi amor, I am… exhausted. I don’t think I can move much right now.’

‘Like, at all?’ you asked. You felt him twitching in your hand.

‘Ah— I mean I want to, believe me I do. But I don’t think I can mount you. I’m sorry, beautiful.’ As he spoke he reached out to cup your face. You leant into his touch, nestling his fingers.

‘That’s fine Mig, don’t apologize. I’ll happily wait for you.’

You heard him let out a disappointed groan of his own. ‘Ay coño—I know I’m gonna regret this’ he sighed. You noted that he was still hard, still twitching beneath the thin fabric.

‘I mean… If you want to mess around, I can do the work’ you asked, coaxing him to see what he thought. His cock almost immediately throbbed in your hand.

‘Mm… are you sure, mi amor? Are you not tired?’

A smile spread across your face. His cock pulsed and twitched just from the sight of your face, your devilish little grin spurring his excitement even on the verge of exhaustion. ‘Sure’ you whispered, ‘but—I get to do what I want with you, if I’m working overtime. Deal?’

His satisfied chuckle filled you with a sense of anticipation. ‘You absolutely have a deal, my god. Go on then beautiful, do your worst.’

You bit your lip as you clambered onto his chest in the dark. He let out a soft ‘oof’ as your weight hit his belly, and despite his apparent sleepiness his hands still instinctively grabbed at your thighs. He loved to squeeze them between his thick fingers, feeling the fat and muscle squished against his palm. He let out a happy little grumble as your bare pussy hit his belly.

‘Mm—that’s it’ he murmured.

You settled yourself with your legs on either side of his body before shifting downward until you felt his erect cock hit you from behind. You reached around to shift his boxers, awkwardly shimmying them aside, and as that fat girth came free you immediately started grinding your ass against the tip.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back into his skull. ‘MM— Así así—’

His hips bucked as he impulsively pleaded for more, but you kept him where he was. You put a hand on his chest and pushed down until he stilled.

‘Good boy’ you whispered. The low groan he released vibrated through his whole body.

‘You’re—so cruel, I love it’ he whined back.

He had no idea how cruel you could be. You shuffled back further until you were sat right on top of his cock. You held him there, forcing him to stew in his own anticipation.

‘Please’ he begged, his fingers tight on your thighs, ‘please, please—mi amor, te lo pido por favor—’

‘Oh you’re really desperate huh?’ You purred that taunt as his hips continued to sleepily buck at you. You could feel the tip of his cock smearing every bit of skin it could find with pre-cum, desperately searching for relief.

‘Be nice, amor, be nice to me’ he pleaded. You bit your lip.

‘I’ll be nice, don’t you worry, just—let me have some fun too—’

Instead of letting him slip inside you positioned his shaft flat and began gently grinding your clit into it instead. You let him feel every inch of your pussy against him, warm and soft and sensitive, and he practically mewled in response.

‘Unh—que rico, ah—’

You started to grind against him, starting slow but quickly getting rougher. The hardness of his cock felt unbearably good on your clit as it began to pulse and swell; the firmness, the soft ridges you could grind up against, the thick veins and velvety tip, it was perfect. You ignored his pleading and rode him like a toy.

‘Fuck, you feel so good’ you whined.

Soon you had utterly soaked his shaft in slick. It was dripping down and clinging to the hair on his navel, creating a hot and slippery mess for you to slide on, and Miguel looked like he’d just about lost his mind. He was muttering gibberish between his low moans, moving between pleading to praising to begging to worshipping between words.

You were both starting to pant. You knew you were going to cum. As you started to ride to completion Miguel started to pump his hips again, sleepily begging to enter you. You felt his shaft slipping against your folds, nudging you to give way, and with a soft grunt you reached forward and grabbed his jaw in your hand.

You pushed him back until he submitted. ‘Ah—I’m in charge’ you panted. ‘Remember?’

Miguel quickly submitted, slowing his hips and moving instead to shower your palm with kisses. You could feel how hot his lips were.

‘Yes, mi amor, you’re in charge. You’re in charge’ he moaned. ‘I am your willing servant, always.’

Now pleased you slowly shifted your hand down to his thick neck, applying just a little pressure as you started to grind once more. You felt his Adam’s apple jolt as he groaned.

‘That’s it, that’s it—good boy’ you repeated breathlessly. Your hips were becoming erratic as you rode out the sweet peak before your climax. ‘Good boy, good fucking boy—’

Right as you hit the point of orgasm you pulled back and let his cock slip inside you. You had to cover your mouth to avoid screaming at the dead of night, as that thick shaft squelched up and split you open in full smooth movement, allowing you to clench him as those sweet spasming ripples of pleasure shuddered through your body.

Miguel, however, did not cover his mouth. He let out a guttural noise like a bellow, one that echoed through the room and undoubtedly into the neighbour’s house too. His fingers dug in so deep he left red marks on your skin. ‘F-Fuck, fuck you are ruthless’ he whined.

You held him there for a while as you settled and caught your breath. You enjoyed the feeling of him soaking, of getting to feel his shaft throbbing and twitching inside you. It was nudging at your cervix, pulsing against your soft cunt. You pet his chest as he struggled not to start pumping his hips.

But you could only hold back for so long.

‘Okay. Okay, I’m gonna fuck you now, you got that?’ you said. Miguel nodded. ‘Please’ he begged. ‘Please, fuck—I’ll do anything.’

‘Good boy’ you whispered, and slowly you started to move your hips. You were careful as you shifted up and down, gently rolling and arching your hips as you let him fill you.

You had to start careful with a cock this big, so you just let it pulse in and out by a few inches or so each time, eagerly rubbing it up against your own g-spot. All too soon the whole thing was soaking. Each time you moved it let out another squishing noise, something that drove Miguel absolutely insane.

‘Ay, coño—so, wet, fuck. I-I’m not gonna last long after what you did before, mi amor’ Miguel breathlessly laughed. You continued to ride without mercy.

‘You last as long as I want you to’ you barked back.

‘Mm—yes, sir’ he groaned, and with a final satisfied sigh he lay back and let you do what you wanted with him.

You continued to bounce up and down on his cock in the dark, filling the 3am silence with your breathy pants and the clapping of your thighs as they hit his skin. It was pure heaven. You could feel every part of him beneath you, from that thick belly to his squishy, muscled chest to his muscular, hairy arms still gripping you tight, and most of all his thick shaft being manually pumped in and out of your pussy.

You could feel his ankles twisting as he fought the urge to finish prematurely. He was biting his lip, willing himself to calm down.

‘Looks like this old man is out of practise’ you teased. He grunted back.

‘I will—call in sick tomorrow, just to—pump this fucking cunt. I don’t care how tired I get.’

You shuddered and tightened at his words, something he smugly noticed. ‘Ah—looks like, you’re the one creaming over this out of practise old man, huh? Mm—you like that, you little slut?’ he teased.

As retribution you started to grind harder, practically throwing your hips back and forth as you fucked him into the sheets. Miguel cried out in shock.

‘F-Fuck— okay, okay, you win, I’m sorry, I love you’ he blurted. You felt your own smug grin fill out your lips, before losing yourself to the pleasure once more. You continued to bounce on his lap until you could barely form a sentence, until your vision was hazy and drool was sliding down your chin. You pushed Miguel to his utmost limit.

‘Please, please let me cum in you’ he begged. His hips were doing little pulses now, moving seemingly in spite of his conscious attempt to stop them. ‘Mi amor, let me cum in you please. Let me fill that belly.’

A full body shudder went up your spine at his soft, filthy words.

‘Fuck—ah, fuck I want it’ you blurted.

‘Yeah, yeah you do’ he whispered back, his cute submissive attitude now gone. ‘You want my cum, amor? You want all of it inside you?’

‘Yes—’

‘Mm, let me breed that pretty little cunt, mi amor’ he panted. ‘Come on, I want you stuffed, I want you dripping, I’ll get you so fucking pregnant—’

You abruptly sped up as you trembled into a second, unexpected orgasm, one that also tipped Miguel to the point of breaking. Despite your firm orders he failed to hold back, and with a heavy, deep groan he unloaded inside you. As your cunt spasmed and clenched you felt him pulsing. You felt each heavy spurt, each thick rope being shot up against your cervix, filling you just like he’d promised.

He pumped his hips until he collapsed into absolute exhaustion, now physically drained in more ways than one. It took you a while to sleepily slide off his shaft and collapse into the sheets beside him.

Miguel rushed to pull you in. ‘Shh, there you go. You okay, mi amor? You need anything? Water, towel?’ he whispered. You sleepily shook your head. ‘No…. No, no, I’m… fine..’

You let out a low moan as you rolled and nestled between his pecs. His arms were tight around your body as he pulled you close and kissed down your forehead to your cheek. ‘Okay’ he whispered. ‘Okay. Ay Dios… You’re an angel, you know that? You are, amazing.’

You let out another sleepy little chuckle. You were barely coherent at this point, but you tried to reply. ‘Mm… so, nice, to me…’

Miguel smiled as he watched you drift off in his arms. ‘You worked hard enough, mi amor. Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.’

He pressed one final, affectionate kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes, letting you fall asleep in the warmth of his arms.

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norrizzandpia · 7 months

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ooo i’m curious on what somno is! ive googled it and i’m interested… could you write a somno piece for lando please?

Somno is…… one of my fav things

Don’t Wake Up Yet (LN4)

Summary: When Lando gets home from a race weekend without his girlfriend, he just can’t wait.

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, praise, soft dom lando, I NEED HIM SO BAD, lmk if its cringey I honestly can’t tell

Notes: this was conjured up after a very crazy moment of delusions on my part where i couldn’t get this idea out of my head and its very feral

Lando’s feet padded quickly across the floor as he came to his apartment door. His excitement to see his girlfriend was blinding, having not heard from her in a few days whilst they were both incredibly busy. It didn’t faze either of them. Their relationship was strong enough to withstand a period of no contact, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t yearn for her and the body that plagued his dreams at night. Lando’s keys were already in his hand, so when he reached the door, he was able to slide the key in and open it with ease quickly. His bags dropped in the foyer, although his feet continued moving. Finding his room, he opened the door quietly, knowing it was late and Y/n was most likely asleep. Sure enough, he found her lying in their bed with his pillow wrapped tightly in her arms, her shoulders peaking out from the duvet. He walked over, pulling back the blanket just a bit to kiss the skin of her neck. When his eyes traveled downward and he saw that no material hugged her torso, his eyebrows furrowed. Y/n was never the type to sleep naked, unless they had had sex that night and the two were too tired to put their clothes back on. Nevertheless, Lando’s curiosity got the better of him as he pulled the sheets up to glance down. What he found made the blood rush to his dick immediately.

Y/n, completely naked, as she snuggled into his pillow tightly as if she was wishing for the nights when he would take what he wanted.

This night, Lando thought, would be just like the others.

They had spoken about the kink briefly, so he wasn’t uncomfortable or worried when he drew the comforter back all the way to put the entire image of her bare on display just for him. He knew she was interested and open to this side of sex, something Lando was grateful for as he was reminded just how much he missed her. Nights of fucking his own hand would never be enough in comparison to her.

Thus, he kicked off his shoes, ridding himself of his sweatpants and hoodie before sliding into bed next to her. His boxers being the only piece of material left on his body, Lando’s cock strained tightly against them. He was suddenly impatient to get inside her, but, knew savoring the moment was the priority.

So, he decided waking her up to his head between her thighs seemed more enjoyable than wasting his pent up sexual anticipation on it.

His hand moved to wedge between her thighs as he lightly moved down the mattress, softly as to not wake her up. He was able to move her slightly, allowing her body to lay flat on the cushioned surface before pushing her legs apart and positioning his head right in front of one of his favorite body parts. He clocked the fact she was probably having a sex dream about him when he saw the wetness that riddled her folds and coated a portion of her thighs. He smiled triumphantly, happy she was missing him as much as he was missing her.

Urgent and worked up, Lando’s tongue reached out and licked a small line up her sex. When he heard a small whimper, he stopped and looked up. Checking for any signs of movement, he deemed her still unconscious before diving back in.

This time, he didn’t hold back. His tongue found her clit quickly, circling viciously before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly. More sounds emitted from his girlfriend’s mouth, but with trained eyes, he saw how she remained asleep. He was so enthralled with the way she tasted and the soft, warm skin of her cunt that his mouth became not enough. His hand, that was once gripping her leg, came to circle her hole. In an instant, his fingers slid in, pumping slowly in and out of her.

Tongue sucking and circling her clit, Lando shot his girlfriend another look when he felt her walls squeeze around his digits. Finding her eyes beginning to open, he pulled away from her just enough to speak, “Hi, baby. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, but I’m going to try and show you right now.”

All she could mutter in response was a small hum, still slightly unconscious as she tried to gain her surroundings. Feeling his wet tongue and long fingers working her pussy, Y/n moaned softly as her hands trailed down her body to lace in his hair. Her face began to grind against his when his fingers sped up, his mouth just above her clit as he whispered, “Get yourself off to me, baby. I’ve missed your body so much. Missed the way it felt to have you come all over me.”

Still hanging out in the space between consciousness and unconsciousness, Y/n let out a small whimper of his name before coming around his fingers, the digits slowing, but never stopping as to coax her through it. Her legs still shaking and her body laying limply below him, Lando moved up and kissed her lips softly. She was still drowsy and, as his hand caressed the side of her body, the other began taking his dick out of his underwear.

“Is this okay, my love?” He asked in her ear, his tip rubbing lightly against her clit.

She nodded, but it seemed to be inadequate when the friction stopped and he moved her face to look at him.

“I need words, Y/n.” He said firmly.

She nodded again, “Yes, this is good. Don’t stop, Lan.”

Her whiny voice only had his hard-on getting more painful as she stared up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Don’t wake up, just yet.” He whispered back before sliding his dick into her.

A loud moan left both of them, her hands laying down by her sides as her laziness prevented her from having energy to grip onto him. The only grip she could give to him were the walls of her cunt, something he was in love with.

“Fuck, Y/n, you feel so good. Saved all this for my coming home gift, huh?” He said breathlessly, his body hunched over hers as he pounded into her, giving her no time to adjust.

Her moan was muffled by the way her teeth gnawed on her lip, “Missed you so much, Lan. Wished my fingers were you the whole time you were away.”

His ego inflated as he smiled down at her, “Yeah? Poor baby couldn’t get herself off properly because I fuck you too good for it to ever be the same.”

She nodded, moans leaving her mouth as she began to enter out of a slightly groggy state.

“This pussy’s all mine, huh?” He said, her nodding pushed him to go further, “Good, love, that’s good because I need this, you, for the rest of my life. Can’t go another day without this pussy.”

He continued to pound into her, his dick hitting deep spots within her that had her eyes rolling back. Through choppy moans, however, she was able to get out, “Race weekends, Lan.”

He shook his head, forehead coated in sweat as he angled his hips in a way that made his dick bulge from the inside of her stomach, “No fucking way, Y/n. I’m not doing that ever again. I can’t fuck my hand in the shower after I’ve won a podium. I need this pussy. I need this mouth,” He ran his fingers over her lips, “I need these tits,” Groping her boobs, he continued, “I need this ass,” His hand moved around her body to massage her butt, “And, most of all, I need you.”

She moaned loudly as he leaned back and grabbed her ass, pulling her hips up to sit slightly on his lap, so he could sheath his dick as far as he could inside her.

“Fuck, yes, Y/n. God, baby, I’m fucking drunk on you. Come, baby. Come, Y/n. Fuck, come for me.” He pleaded, snapping his hips at a rapid pace.

When she seemed too out of it to comprehend her quickly approaching release, Lando leaned over and whispered, “Come around my cock, baby. Mark it as your own. Fucking milk my cock, pretty girl.”

Seemingly, her mind was snapped back to reality and she was screaming out his name as they both came together. His hips continued to move in her, but at a slower pace. His eyes took her in, her fucked out state. He admired her messy hair and plump lips, the way her chest heaved up and down, as well as the way her hands twitched at her sides as if they were trying to reach for him. Lando’s hand left her ass to meet the twitching palm, grabbing it in his own hand and caging it. Her head lulled to the side, clearly still tired, before Lando pulled out. Her whimpers at the loss of contact had him laying a few kisses across her face before whispering something about going to get a warm cloth to clean the mess.

When he returned, he smiled at how his girlfriend had fallen asleep once more. His only option left was too slowly and gently wipe up the middle of her thighs and clean himself before sliding back in beside her, pulling her into his arms properly for the first time in days.

He breathed in her scent as his hand smoothed her hair down, listening to her breathing and mentally laughing at how easy it was for her to fall in and out of sleep.

Her ability to stay asleep, however, he deemed a plus.

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midnight (gavi x reader)

warnings- spanish speaking, smut & cussing

a/n- sorry for not posting! ive been distracted & depressed lately but, i had thought of this since i had seen gavi in a hoodie. but i’ll be posting a pedri fanfic maybe later on today or tomorrow, but enjoy! :”)

“hermosaa..” gavi whispered into your ear as his warm body pressed against yours, you grunted shuffling a bit on the bed. his eyes were barely opened as his movements caused you to move around as well. you kept quiet thinking he’d fall asleep, he rubbed his eyes as he looked at you at your body.

the blanket was covering your legs, your nipples almsot exposed due to the cold air filling the room, your messy hair, his shirt lifted to your stomach.

the boy gulped swallowing nervously as you felt a hand trace your stomach, you whined as you felt his cold touch against your stomach, “déjame dormir..” (let me sleep..) you said whispering as you turned around, your back now facing the poor boy.

he held your waist as he pushed you gently against his chest, as you felt his boner poke your asscheek, “go back to sleep..” you said as he started to grind himself against your pussy while nibbling on your neck, “please.. i want you..” he whispered into your ear rubbing your ass.

“it’s 2am.. i’m sleepy..” you said whimpering as you knew he was excited and he wouldn’t stop unless you gave him what he wanted, the bump was slowly growing as he kept up with his movements, “por favor.. te haré sentir bien..” he whispered as you felt goosebumps forming around your skin, he began to rub onto your nipples, pinching them and groping your tits as you moaned. “fine.. okay.” you said whispering as you gave in, you sat up as you straddled his straddled his waist, pushing your ass against his clothed boner.

he looked at your chest as you lifted his chin, “what is that little dumb brain thinking right now.. hmm?” you said as you started to trace your fingers to the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, you looked down at his eyes as they were widened. you pressed your lips against his as he smiled syncing his lips against yours.

he held onto your ass as you continued to kiss him, his hands roaming around your torso to your chest as he groped onto your tit, you mewled into his mouth as you began to grind your hips against his crotch, feeling yourself get soaked underneath. he pushed himself up as you felt his crotch hit your clit, you moaned in between the kiss.

gavi sat up as he started to trace kisses down your jaw, biting and sucking on your skin as you let out cries of pleasure, you slid your hands under his hoodie as you placed your hands on the hem of his hoodie, lifting it over his head as he held your back before making his way to kissing you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he bit down on your lip as you whimpered into his mouth before you slid your tongue into his mouth.

the two of you proceeded to kiss as he moved you down, placing you underneath while he towered over you, you slid your hands inside his black sweats palming and poking on his boner, he groaned in between the kiss as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking on it as he left his love marks. you breath started to hitch and started to become heavy as he found your sensitive spot, you ran your fingers down his back before moving your other hand off his boxers before he pulled away, chuckling at your breathing and the marks he left on you. “joder.. eres tan jodidamente hermosa bajo mis marcas..” (fuck.. you look so fucking gorgeous under my marks..) he said as he smacked your breast, you whined out loud feeling the stinging on your boob as it left a mark before he kissed your cheek before pulling off your panties down, “dios mío.. todo mojada para mí y ni siquiera te he tocado..” (my god.. all wet for me & i haven’t even touched you..) he said chuckling as you blushed feeling embarrassed until you felt him rub your folds, spreading your wetness around.

you arched your back as he continued to rub your clit in a pace that had you moaning underneath his touch, you pulled his sweats and boxers down as you watched his cock spring out, you began to stroke him slowly as his finger slipped inside of you. both moans escaping from your lips as the two of you looked at each other, holding eye contact as he added his finger middle finger inside your throbbing cunt. “fuck you’re so gorgeous..” he said as he leaned in kissing you, the two of you kissed while pleasureable moans & groans escaped from the two of you.

the two of you were fully naked as he towered ontop of you again, “i’ll be gentle.. okay?” you nodded your head hoping he actually meant it, usually he loses control and the two of you have sex like crazy due to how he’s obsessed with you. he held your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning in closer as he pushed himself inside of you. you arched your back feeling butterflies on your stomach as he began to thrust slowly into you. “te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor..” (you feel so good around me..) he said whispering against your ear as he groaned feeling you tighten around him.

you moaned at his thrusts, as each movement drove you crazy. he looked down at you as you looked at him, his pink cheeks even the small sweat on his forehead. you cupped his cheeks as you kissed him, muffling your moans when he started to thrust quickly into you. “mmmh.. you’re so..good at.. th-this bebé..” you said in between the kiss as he smirked before he found a spot you never knew about until now. you moaned loudly scratching his back as he groaned into your mouth, he was thrusting into you quickly hitting that same spot over and over again, your vision started to form black spots around.

both of you pulled away from each others lips, breathlessly from the kiss as he continued to pump himself in and out of you, you were enjoying every inch of his dick taking you in and out as you kept moaning uncontrollably as he held onto your hips thrusting harder, which made you gasp and making gavi stop, “que pasó?” (what’s wrong?) he said looking at you as you whined, “m-muévete de nuevo.. se siente muy bien..” (move again.. it feels so good..) you said as he thrusted harder again, you moaned loudly as he found your g-spot hitting it over & over again, gavi groaned loudly as he hasn’t felt this since. you never liked him going a little rough on you but this time, it didn’t matter.

he continued to thrust up into you as he held onto your breasts, you felt your climax coming as he leaned closer resting his forehead ontop of urs before he pushed himself deeper into you, you moaned louder as you arched your back before he kissed you again muffling your moans for the second time. he lifted your legs resting them on top of his shoulders before thrusting quicker than he was against you.

“i’m.. c-close..” you said between your moans as he looked at you nodding his head before starting to toy with your clit, you cried out in pleasure as you spasm all over his dick triggering him to cum inside of you. you looked at him breathing heavily as he collapsed on you, “that was.. worth.. the night..” he said panting as you giggled between your breathing playing with his hair as the room was filled with heatness and heavy breathing.

after the two of you calmed down, you were wrapped under gavis arm. “thank you for tonight hermosa..” he said kissing your forehead as you smiled before he wrapped the both of you in the blanket as the two of you fell asleep.

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The Offering - A Sukuna x Reader Fic Part 5 (Final)

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a human man, albeit a monstrously cruel and powerful one. Villages across the land worshipped him as a living deity. One such village holds a festival for seven nights in his honor every year, and on each night they make generous offerings to him, including women who are never seen again. On the fifth night, you are selected to be the offering.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Feedback of any kind is greatly appreciated! If anyone has any comments, questions, etc, please feel free to say so! I love talking about my stories lol. Thanks to everyone who has followed this story this far!

Smut. 18+. Sukuna is a human (my theory is that he got his four-armed body by modifying himself with jujutsu fuckery later in life). Dubcon. Mentions of rape that happened “off screen”. Very rough sex my. Blood. Bondage. Biting. Sukuna just generally being a sadistic monster. F!Reader. This is dark and quite intense!

Late in the evening of your last night as Sukuna’s offering, he summoned you to the bedroom. You wore the pink robe he’d given you and the shrine maidens had perfumed your hair and lightly painted your lips with a pink glossy color. When you walked into the bedroom, alone, you found Sukuna standing beside the bed, his own robe tied so loosely that the front of it was open down to his waist. His bare torso, with its toned muscles and black tattoos, made your breath hitch.

“Take off the robe,” he said in that voice that made you melt, “unless you want it to be ruined.”

You slipped it off, still feeling a bit shy about being naked in front of him. He had already seen everything, but you always felt so… inadequate. He was perfect in every way, and you were just a normal woman. But you were getting a bit more used to his eyes roaming over your body, so you folded the robe and laid it on the dresser, then turned to face him.

He gestured toward the bed, and your eyes shifted over to it. You immediately noticed something that hadn’t been there before. From each of the two wooden posts at the head of the bed, there were thin red ropes attached. You stared at them, wondering about their purpose, until a terrible thought entered your mind.

You looked at his face, and he was grinning. That’s when your fears were confirmed.

He stepped closer and placed his hands on your shoulders, slowly sliding them down until they reached your wrists. “Get on the bed so we can start,” he said, rubbing your wrists gently.

You felt panic rising in your body. What did he plan to do to you that would require him to tie you to the bed? But you couldn’t refuse him, no matter what he asked of you, so you climbed onto the bed and laid on your back.

Sukuna climbed onto the bed after you, straddling you with his knees on either side of your body. He looked down at you, and his heated gaze caused the growing wetness between your legs to drip out of your folds. You tried to remain perfectly still as he pulled your right arm up above your head and tied the red rope tightly around your wrist, so tightly that the rope rubbed your skin in an unpleasant way. He then tied your left wrist in the same fashion.

When finished, he stared down at you. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like being completely helpless to my whims and desires?” He hovered over you, his loose robe sliding against your bare skin. “Are you excited, or frightened, by what I might do to you?”

Looking up at him, it was obvious what he was doing. The way he loomed over you, the way his robe fell open, the way he looked at you… he was intentionally turning you on. Your heart was beating rapidly, making your chest rise and fall with your quickening breaths. “Both,” you said in a weak voice.

He moved down, making sure his body rubbed against yours on the way, and spread your legs with his hands, positioning himself between them. He leaned down so that his face was very close to your soaking wet pussy and used his fingers to open your folds. “Already so wet for me,” he said. Then he moved his fingers around, rubbing everywhere except your clit.

“You want me to touch it, don’t you?” he asked, his finger moving dangerously close to that hypersensitive bundle of nerves. “This poor little neglected clit. It’s desperate for my attention, isn’t it?”

Your body arched up slightly, trying to get his finger closer to the bullseye. “Yes, please!”

He grinned widely. “Alright. I’ll be merciful and pleasure your clit all night,” he said, making you sigh in contentment, but then he added another comment that made your blood run cold: “But if you cum without my permission, I’ll hurt you.”

You raised your head up from the pillow slightly to look at him with your panic-stricken face. “W-wait!”

He leaned down suddenly and ran his tongue over your clit. The pleasure shot through you like lightning, your hips bucking off the bed as you moaned. “Please wait, Lord Sukuna,” you said, tears filling your eyes.

He looked up at you, that smug expression on his face. “Beg me to let you cum, and I might show mercy.” With that, he used his thumb to rub over the tender nub, then licked it again.

You squirmed and whimpered beneath him, completely defenseless with your arms tied above your head. “Please… please let me cum, Lord Sukuna!”

He looked you in the eyes as his thumb kept rubbing over your clit. “Denied,” he said, and you let out a half moan, half sob, your body jerking and thrashing.

“Please, I beg of you! I can’t bear it!” Your voice was higher than usual, your cries frantic. “Please… please…”

He used his tongue again, the tip of it teasing your clit and even pressing under the hood.

Your arms pulled against the ropes, burning your wrists. Tears were streaming down your face. “Please, Lord Sukuna… I’ll do anything… just please let me cum!”

“Denied,” he said again, before giving one more long lick and finishing off by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

The pleasure was too much. An orgasm rocked your body, making you clench up and cry out. Sukuna raised up to watch you, but his thumb kept stroking your engorged clit mercilessly even as you rode out your climax.

“You came without my permission,” he said in a low voice. “What a bad girl.”

You were sobbing now. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Please forgive me!”

His thumb was still rubbing you, and you could already feel the pleasure building. “Now I have to hurt you,” he said, his voice pure silk, “to show you what happens to those who disobey me.”

As you watched with teary eyes, he lifted one of your legs up, bending it at the knee. He pressed his mouth against the plush flesh of your inner thigh and gave it a small kiss before running his tongue over it. Then, while looking straight at your terrified face, he opened his mouth and sank his unnaturally sharp teeth into your thigh.

Your body jolted, reflexively trying to pull your leg out of his grasp as blood began to weep from the bite and into his mouth. It hurt, badly, his teeth feeling like knives cutting into your skin. You cried out in pain, again pulling against the ropes in a futile attempt to free yourself.

But perhaps worst of all was that his thumb never stopped rubbing your clit, and now you were on the verge of cumming again.

He slowly pulled his mouth away, licking up the blood dripping from the red bite mark and giving you the most seductive look you’d ever seen, smiling against your fresh wound. Then, within seconds, his tongue was lapping at your clit again. It was even more sensitive than before, and your whole body was shaking.

There was a tremor to your voice as you cried out for mercy. “Ahhh… please… allow me to cum….ahhhh!!”

He raised his face to look at you, letting his fingers take over for his tongue. They stroked your nub as he said, “Denied. You’ve already disobeyed me once. Why should I reward you?” The purr of his voice against your spread open pussy nearly sent you into orbit.

“Please forgive me… ahh… Lord Sukuna! Forgive your pitiful offering… ahhh… for cumming!”

He smiled again as he dove back in, not giving you even a moment of relief. His tongue and lips and fingers were all working together to stimulate you, and before long, another climax hit your body like a boulder. You screamed out, pulling tightly against the ropes, your hips rising and inadvertently pressing up into Sukuna’s mouth, making the pleasure even more intense.

He stroked your clit through your orgasm again, sending currents of pleasure rippling through you and causing your body to spasm in the bed. Your face was soaked with tears as you looked at him. “Please forgive me…” you murmured weakly.

He pulled away from you and moved up toward the head of the bed, making sure his bare, muscled torso rubbed across your prone body as he did so. Once he was face to face with you, he licked your lips, then licked tears from your cheek, then moved his mouth to the underside of your exhausted right arm. He held it tightly in one hand and licked the flesh there. You shook your head. “Please… don’t!”

His lips curled back into a smile, showing you his teeth, before he bit into the soft, tender skin. Again, pain flooded your senses. He licked and sucked at the wound, his mouth making obscene sounds right above your head, his body pressed against yours. He was deliberately choosing the most sensitive places to bite, to inflict the most agony. You whimpered and shut your eyes, trying to block it out.

Then he moved back down, and his fingers were holding your flesh so widely open that it hurt, and his tongue was alternating between battering your now sore clit and gently licking it. Sobs shook you as you kept crying. “Please… please…” was all you could say.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want of me,” he said.

“Please… allow me to cum… Sukuna…”

He stopped for a moment, and your eyes snapped open. You’d called him Sukuna, not Lord Sukuna. You glanced down, afraid to see the anger on his face at this show of disrespect. With you so weak and vulnerable right now, the punishment could easily finish you off.

But he was just staring at your face, seemingly in wonder. He gave you a strange, unreadable look, then returned to torturing your clit with overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even have the strength left to jerk and squirm, so your body simply twitched under his hands and mouth as you begged him to let you cum.

He continued to deny you, and when you climaxed a third time, you laid there under him, panting, pleading for forgiveness in a small voice.

He moved up your body again, and this time he extended his tongue to lick one nipple before wrapping his lips around it. You looked down in disbelief, then shook your head frantically again. “Please, no!”

Another smile crept over his features as he turned his face toward yours. “What was it you told me in the bath earlier?”

Your eyes widened, then slammed shut again.

His voice drifted up to your ears. “Tell me again, and I might have pity on you.”

“Please don’t make me say it, Lord Sukuna,” you whimpered, trying to turn your face away.

“Oh? Why not? Was it a lie?”

You opened your eyes and looked at his face. “No! It wasn’t a lie! It��s just…”

He took your nipple into his mouth again, licking it gently. “Just what?”

“Ahh… it’s just… I know a pitiful offering like me… isn’t allowed to love you… my Lord…”

He pulled himself up so that he could say into your ear, “Just for tonight, I’ll allow it. Now say it again if you want my mercy.”

You looked at him in shock, but he was already sliding back down, his mouth encasing your breast.

“Lord Sukuna, I love you!”

Just then, you felt his teeth on your nipple, and they bit down slowly. He didn’t bite as deeply as he had on your thigh and arm, but he broke the skin, allowing blood to dribble onto his waiting tongue. It hurt, probably even more than the other bites because it was in such a delicate place, and you screamed as his teeth sank just a tiny bit deeper. He licked the blood off and pulled away, then moved back down.

His thumb was already rubbing your clit again, but now his hot mouth was on it again, and you thought you might just die right there. “I love you,” you said in a breathy voice, then repeated it like a mantra. “I love you. I love you. I love you!”

Having his tongue running over your clit while you poured out your feelings so shamefully made your head swim. You could only lie there helplessly as he did whatever he pleased with your body. You were still crying as you made a final plea, “Please let me cum… I love you so much…”

That’s when you suddenly felt his teeth graze over your clit, and all at once your tired, aching body was on full alert. You looked down in horror, shaking your head, but he just grinned up at you and said, “You have my permission to cum.”

It was like a dam broke. You sobbed out a moan as you finally let all the heavenly sensations you’d been trying to block out wash over you. He continued licking and rubbing with his fingers until you were nothing more than a quivering piece of flesh underneath him.

When it was over, your body went limp, and you laid there breathing hard as he leaned over you, watching. He remained there for a little while, then stood up and turned away from the bed. Was this it? Was this the end? You couldn’t bear it.

*******

Sukuna tightened his robe as he glanced back at the offering still tied to his bed. Looking over her weak little body, all splayed out, and the red, bloody bite marks he’d left on her, made it even harder to ignore the pulsing erection he’d had since he first bound her wrists with the rope. But he didn’t mind taking care of it himself. He’d decided to let the night end on her pleasure instead of his own.

It was the least he could do for her, considering what he planned to do to her.

As he started to walk away, he heard her soft voice say, “Lord Sukuna… could I make a final request, before you kill me?”

He looked back at her. She’d slipped and called him only by his name once, leaving him slightly annoyed that she had immediately went back to using “Lord”. He rather liked the way his name had sounded being moaned from her lips, even though he had beheaded at least three people for being so disrespectful in the past.

His eyes met hers and he asked quietly, “What is your request?”

Her face was red from blushing so much, but she held his gaze without looking away. “I want you inside me again, one more time.”

He hadn’t expected that, and he must have been wearing a surprised expression, because the offering averted her eyes and said, “Please?”

Sukuna stepped back over and sat on the edge of the bed beside her naked body. “I thought you wanted me to be gentle today,” he said in an uncharacteristically kind tone. “If I fuck you now, I won’t hold back. I won’t be able to. I’ll be rough with you, I’ll hurt you. I’ll fuck you as hard as I can, because anything less would leave me unsatisfied.”

Her eyes looked like they were made of glass as she stared up at him. “I don’t mind. You can hurt me.”

His cock was throbbing between his thighs, but he kept himself under control. “Be careful when you say things like that,” he told her, wanting nothing more than to mount her right there and then. “You’re making it hard for me to contain the monster you know I am.”

She arched her back, lifting her hips from the bed as she moaned, “Lord Sukuna, please… take me… hurt me… cum inside me again.”

The last of his self control evaporated into thin air. His robe was ripped open and discarded, then he climbed onto the offering and pushed her legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders as he rammed his entire cock inside her drenched pussy. She cried out, from pain or pleasure, he couldn’t tell, but her face looked blissful as he pounded into her.

Every other time, Sukuna had maintained some level of control. He hadn’t wanted to wreck her so quickly, but now that control was gone. With her writhing beneath him, her arms still tied to the posts, her eyes wet with tears and her body rising up to rub against his, he surrendered completely to his desire to be buried as deeply inside her warm, wet pussy as possible.

He fucked her like an animal, harder and deeper than he’d ever fucked anyone before. He could feel his cock slamming against her cervix, bruising and battering it as her whole body jerked with his violent thrusts. The whole time, she was murmuring something between her moans and cries. A word he couldn’t hear clearly enough.

One of his hands groped at her breast, and he realized too late that it was the one with the bloody, bitten nipple. She winced and shuddered, still mumbling that unknown word, and he quickly switched to the other breast. As an apology, he took the injured nipple into his warm mouth and licked it gently, still thrusting into her with deep, powerful motions.

She jerked against the ropes again, and he remembered that she liked to wrap her arms around him while being fucked into oblivion, so he reached up and ripped the ropes free of the posts. Her arms, no doubt sore and tired, encircled his neck and clung to him. She buried her wet, tear-stained face into his shoulder, and that’s when he finally identified the word she’d been uttering all along.

His name. Only his name.

Her voice was unsteady, her body shaking with sobs, and she continued clutching him while crying out his name.

She must have been in pain, but she never once asked him to stop or even slow down. She accepted his violence, his brutality, deep into her delicate form.

“I love you more than anything, Sukuna…”

He heard the words but didn’t acknowledge them, only continued fucking her wildly. He didn’t know if he loved her. He didn’t know if he was capable of love. What he felt for her was contradictory and confusing. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to hold her. He wanted to give her more rich, beautiful robes to wear and watch her smile as she tried them on. He wanted to use his cursed technique to inflict a thousand tiny cuts all over her body, then lick the blood from all of them. He wanted to share more meals and baths with her. He wanted to string her up from the ceiling by her arms and relentlessly fuck her until the only word she was capable of saying was his name. He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms.

He simply wanted more of her, in every way possible.

She clenched tightly around him every time his tip rammed into that sweet spot that made her moan. Soon she was screaming out his name as she came for the fifth time that night.

Her ragged breathing and trembling body pushed him over the edge, and he drew back onto his knees, pulling her with him, letting her legs slide off his shoulders and wrap tightly around his waist. His mouth crashed into hers as he squeezed her against him as hard as he could, finally cumming deep inside of her.

They stayed entangled that way for a while, even after the last of his cum had shot into her womb, wrapped in each other’s arms, theirs tongue mingling together. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at her face. She was more lovely then than she’d ever been, her face flushed, her lips parted, his own saliva and hers all over her mouth, her eyes glazed over as she stared up at him lovingly.

“You can kill me now, Lord Sukuna,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I can die happy, being so full of you.”

He was still completely buried inside her. He didn’t want to pull out, but the night wouldn’t last forever, and there was still much to be done. He lifted her off him, and her body was limp, too exhausted to move. He laid her back on the bed and stood up. She was watching him, trying to stay conscious, but after a few minutes she passed out again. He pulled a sheet over her and watched her sleep for a while. Then he summoned all three shrine maidens.

The women walked into the room with their heads down. He had already pulled on a clean robe, and was tying the sash at his waist as they entered.

“All three of you, look up. I need to be sure you understand my instructions.”

The three women hesitantly raised their faces. This was probably the first time they had gotten a good look at his face. One of them glanced at the bed, but said nothing.

Sukuna gestures toward the offering and said, “She is not to be touched in my absence, by anyone. She is not to take a husband. Do you understand?”

The women seemed shocked, but they nodded their heads.

“Make sure all her needs are met until the festival next year,” he said, then looked over at her sleeping form before adding, “See to it that she is well fed. I wouldn’t mind seeing some more meat on her when I return.” With those words, he gave the women a grin that intentionally showed off his sharp teeth.

All three women paled at the sight, clearly aware of his… unusual dining preferences.

His orders given, the women left the room while he prepared to leave the village. His attendants were working on loading all the material offerings into his traveling cart, though he’d told them to leave the pink cherry blossom robe and any food offerings that hadn’t spoiled. He dressed in his thicker outer wear and then walked back over to the bed, taking one long, final look at the girl who had pleased him like no one ever had before.

She was still asleep, and he was glad of it. A teary goodbye was simply not in him, and he knew she would be sad to see him leave. He wouldn’t take her with him. The things he did would no doubt frighten and repulse her, and he was too invested in his goals to allow for such a distraction. But having someone waiting here for him didn’t seem so bad.

He glanced back to make sure no attendants or shrine maidens were nearby, then he bent down and kissed her lips.

Minutes later, he was gone.

******

When you woke up the next morning, you were shocked to still be alive. The shrine maidens informed you that Lord Sukuna had left the village in the night, as he did every year. You felt an ache in your chest, a pain that you had felt once before. You thought it was probably heartbreak. You’d wanted to be with him forever, even if that time was fleeting like the cherry blossoms he liked so much.

Then the shrine maidens told you that you were not allowed to marry until the next festival, and you realized what that meant. He wanted you to be the offering next year! Your heart swelled with love at the thought.

And so you returned to your family and your normal life in the village. Most of the villagers, including your parents, refrained from asking you about your time with Lord Sukuna. You had returned to them covered in bruises and bloody bite marks that the shrine maidens had bandaged, barely able to walk. They had assumed you’d been brutalized and deemed it insensitive to question you about it, though it was clear that many people wondered how you had survived.

You didn’t volunteer any information either, except to tell your parents that it hadn’t been as bad as they imagined, if only to keep them from worrying so much.

Your life was a bit dull, but happy. You carried on as you had before, but secretly, deep in your heart, you longed to wrap your arms around your Lord’s neck again, to feel him inside you. You watched the seasons change, eager for spring to come again.

*****

Epilogue:

Cherry blossoms drifted to the ground all around you as you pressed your forehead as low as possible, bowing with the rest of the gathered villagers in the festival grounds surrounding Lord Sukuna’s shrine. You heard his footsteps, and your heart was beating so fast that you thought it might burst from your chest.

Would he even remember you? Would he ask for you specifically as the first night’s offering, or would you need to volunteer? Regardless, you were so excited to see him again, it was very difficult to keep your head down as his footsteps came closer.

They approached, but instead of walking by you, they stopped right in front of your bowed form. You drew in a sharp breath, looking only at his sandaled feet. He crouched down, his knees becoming visible, and then you heard his voice in your ear: “You can look up now.”

You raised your head immediately, and found yourself face to face with your village’s deity. Tears sprung to your eyes, and he gave you the same smug grin he often wore. His hand brushed the tears from one cheek and he laughed as he said, “You’re always dripping whenever you’re near me.”

You blushed, but smiled as he took one of your hands and pulled you up. Nearby, the village elders who were escorting Lord Sukuna to the base of his shrine looked at you with shock. They’d heard you were a survivor, but the look of rapture on your face, along with Lord Sukuna’s behavior toward you, must have been totally unexpected for them.

Sukuna looked at them and said, “I already have a woman for the week. No more will be needed.”

The elders quickly bowed despite their surprise. “As you wish, Lord Sukuna,” one of them said.

“Oh, but do make sure plenty of fresh fruit is offered,” Sukuna added, then gave you a meaningful look and said, “We especially enjoy peaches.”

Your face turned crimson at the memory of last year, but you couldn’t stop smiling as Lord Sukuna kept hold of your hand and pulled you up the steps to his shrine.

Once you were far enough away from everyone else, he glanced back at you and said, “I hope you’re prepared. I’ve had all year to think about all the terrible things I’m going to do to you.”

You smiled at him, bright and happy. “And I’ve had all year to look forward to it, Lord Sukuna!”

Once again, you thought you caught a glimpse of a faint pink tint to his face as he turned back toward the shrine’s doors. “Smile all you want, but I’ll show you no mercy. You’ll be screaming on my cock by nightfall.”

You stepped closer to him and said in your sweetest voice, “Lord Sukuna, please wait until we get inside the shrine to say such things. I’m afraid I’ll leave a mess on the steps if you keep making me so wet.”

His eyes shifted back to your face, and then his gaze slid down your body before returning to your eyes. He grinned, baring his teeth. “Such a needy little offering.”

The two of you entered the shrine, dismissed the shrine maidens, and closed up the doors behind them, eager to begin a week of utter depravity.

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Rivals with Benefits - Mick Schumacher x reader - Part 3

Read Part Two here

Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Summary: Mick and you were both set to drive for Ferarri. You were two best friends climbing through the ranks together (and through the sheets) but things turn sour. You join Red Bull and Mick is never the same.

Warnings: Angst, smut-ish? Swearing

Word Count: 4.2K

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The following day you expected Mick to be gone and the only thing left of the night before would be memories but to your surprise, Mick was right beside you. His arms were wrapped around your torso as he held you against his chest. As much as you hated him, the sight of the blonde wrapped up in your sheets made your heart warm. Seeing him like this made you think back to what you had with him but that was the past and you couldn’t go back to what you were.

“You know staring is rude,” Schumacher whispered out, groaning as he stretched slightly.

“So is pushing me off the track and ruining my race, serval times in fact.”

“Always latching onto the past y/n.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead, his thumb swiping across your cheek as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. Your eyes searched his, wanting to know the truth between you both. How could he end everything with you but look at you like the pair of you were sharing your first night as a married couple together?

“The past can be just as relevant as the present.” You hit back at his words, a smile on your lips at the encounter.

“You always have a response, don’t you love?”

“You should know me by now Schumacher.” You propped yourself up, getting a better look at his sleepy state. “How come you’re still here?”

“Did you want me to leave?”

“No, I’m just curious as to why you wouldn’t leave.”

“This isn’t a one night stand, is it?”

“Won’t happen again -”

“So you’re saying I’m never going to win another race this season?”

“That’s always a possibility with your shitbox of a car.”

“So shit I won last season.”

“You cheated, that had nothing to do with the car.” Mick narrowed his eyes at you, his lips curling into a smirk as he slowly shifted in bed, manoeuvring himself so he was now hovering above you and you were laying flat on your back.

“You don’t know when to let things go, do you?” His lips dove down to your neck, ghosting along your skin. “Unless you’re with me, then you do…” He started to kiss down your neck, his hands moving to your hips as his body started to grind against yours.

This wasn’t part of the deal. It was a fuck and then he’d leave. It was never supposed to lead to round two in the morning but it felt so good. When the two of you were at Haas it felt like a relationship, you two would hang out outside of work, you’d met his family and he’d kissed you in public before. That was the day the Formula 1 side of the internet broke. A photo of you both outside a club circled around but Mick just stated that he was whispering in your ear, the picture was so blurry he almost got away with it, almost.

“You’re so pretty…” His lips continued his journey down your body, the only sound was your light moans until someone knocked on your door. The sudden noise made Mick jump from your body, his head snapped towards the door as another knock came.

“y/n!” Verstappens voice made Mick’s eyes widen. He looked at you with a slight glimpse of fear in his eyes. It was unusual to see him like this, the only time you’d ever seen fear in his eyes was the day you’d crashed at Silverstone but that was in the past, it was the race you never wanted to relive in fact the only time you ever let your mind travelled back to that moment was with Max. “y/n are you even awake?”

“Give me a second!” You screamed back at your teammate. Your eyes fell towards Mick. “Get in the bath, lay down and pull the shower curtain so he doesn’t see you.” Shoving Mick off you lept up and threw on some shorts before taking a quick glance at yourself in the mirror, hoping Mick hadn’t left a reminder of the night before on your skin. Your eyes darted to the Mick who’d quickly followed your instructions before you opened the door.

“Christ, have you only just gotten up?” Max took in your appearance before walking into your hotel room.

“I had a late night.” You technically didn’t lie. “How come you’re here?”

“Wanted to check up on you, after yesterday. Heard the media weren’t too kind either.”

“You know they’ll always favour Ferarri, they hate us.”

“They only hate us since we've started winning and I don’t think anyone intends that to change.”

“Well, I hope not Verstappen.” You gave him a smile. You always valued the bond you had with Max, the man would also always be by your side even when things were bad for him. He looked out for you on and off the track, you could never forget how he pushed Charles off the track when he accidentally clipped your car on the first turn of the France Grand Prix. Charles wouldn’t stop apologising to you after the race, more than likely out of fear that Max would hunt him down. “What else did you want?”

“Am I not allowed to just check up on you?”

“Normally you spend the day with your family after the race.”

“Oh I plan on it, I’m meeting my Mum and sister for dinner tonight.”

“Send them my love.”

“You can join, my mum would love to see you again. She hasn’t seen you in a while.”

“I’m fine Max -”

“Come on y/n.” His eyes silently pleaded with you. “You hardly ever see your own family and my mum see’s you as one of her own so…” He let his words hang in the air as he awaited your answer.

“What time?” Max’s eyes lit up at your words.

“I’ll pick you up at six, we’re going to a small restaurant along the beach, should be quiet so you won’t have to worry about the media hounding us both.”

“Thank you, Max.”

“You never have to thank me y/l/n.” His eyes scanned the room, it was almost as if he was looking for something… or someone. “But how are you? Really? After Mick winning -”

“It’s one race, Max, he won’t win like that again.”

“I know he won’t.” Max huffed as he spoke about Mick. “Christian is trying to appeal still but he can’t promise that Mick will get any come up.”

“You don’t need to worry about him, Max. The plan is to win it this season and either you or I will.”

“That’s the mindset you need.” He smirked, his head falling towards the bathroom. “You mind if I use the bathroom?”

“No, it’s fine.” You didn’t sound certain in your response but it didn’t matter, Max was already heading to the same place where your rival was currently hiding after the pair of you slept together. You knew Mick wouldn’t give up where he was, not only for you but because he knew Max wouldn’t let him live another day. Whether he ended his career on the track or off it, he knew he wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow.

Your heart was in your throat as you heard Max finishing up, your hands silently shaking as you waited for your teammate to leave your bathroom and your room. Shoving Max out of your room was evidently new to him but he put it all down to the race yesterday. He knew you’d be upset hence why he invited you to dinner with his mum and sister. When things fell apart he had his family and you but when you needed someone you only had him and the team. He knew much like you did that your parents adored you and no bond was broken with them but they were never involved in Formula 1, that was your life, not theirs.

He opened the bathroom door, his eyes lighting up as he saw you smile at him. “You spoken to your family?”

“Not yet.” Max frowned at your response. “Maybe fly them out, maybe it’ll be helpful if they attend Silverstone?”

“Absoueltly not.” You cut him off.

“Then invite them to Monaco.”

“Too high end for them.”

“Then find a race they’ll like and invite them.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“How about this,” A smirk grew on his lips. “Whatever race you’re close enough to win the championship with, you invite them to that one.”

You lingered on it for a second but you knew he wouldn’t leave without a yes and you really needed to get Mick out of the bath. “Yes fine, it’s a deal.”

“Atta girl.” He pulled you into a quick hug before walking towards the door. “Don’t forget, six! I’ll meet you outside the hotel.”

“I’ll see you then Max.”

“And don’t worry about Mick, we’ll get rid of him.”

“I believe you Verstappen.” You two shared a grin as he closed your door, leaving you alone… so he thought.

“You know,” You heard Mick’s voice growing louder as he clambered out of the bath. “If you always need to talk about family then you can always talk to me.” He now came into view, a cocky expression on his face, ironic considering he was terrified of Max no more than a few mere minutes ago.

“And why would I talk to you?”

“Because you know you can trust me.”

“Can I?”

“Did I ever tell the press what we were after that photo came out? Have I ever told anyone what we were? No.” He took a breath. “Just because we broke off what we had -”

“No Mick you broke off what we had.” You kept your voice steady as you spoke. “I never wanted what we had to end, Mick.” It hurt to say those words out loud. You’d always known in your heart you’d never wanted it to end but you’d only ever said those words to Mick out of anger rather than sadness.

“Neither did I y/n, you think it was easy to break off what we had?” He retaliated, gathering his clothes as he did so. “Do you not think I lay there every single night and not regret what I did?”

“Then why did you call it off Mick?” You stepped towards him. “If you really hate missing what we had then why haven’t you talked to me about it?”

“Because it’s not that easy.” He stepped closer towards you, now fully stressed but without his shirt, you still had that draped over your body. “I have a reputation to uphold, you don’t know what it’s like to have a famous dad -”

“At least your family care about your job.” You replied.

“It’s not my fault that your family couldn’t care less about you!” His heart dropped at his own words at the realisation of what he’d just spoken. He’d never meant it but when he was annoyed he always had a habit of letting words he never meant slip out. “Wait y/n I didn’t mean that I just meant -”

“Get out Mick.”

“No y/n please I’m sorry I meant they didn’t care about the sport, I never meant it to come off like that -”

“You know what Mick I don’t care how you wanted that to come across. You will never understand what it’s like to beg your family to come to your races but they are too proud to want to look like they’re leaching off their daughter. They watch all of my races, they worked hard to get me here Mick and you won’t know what it’s like because everything was handed to you because of your stupid last name!”

You had a point, most of the drivers on the grid were only here because of their parent's money. Sure some were richer than others but some like you and Lewis had no last name or riches to hold onto. Despite a lot of their names or riches carrying them through the sports, a few of them did have the talent that was needed to survive in this sport, Max being a key example.

His expression drastically changed and now he looked pissed as he replied. “Do you know how easy you have it? Never having to live up to any expectations because of your parents. You could be the shittest driver on the grid and you wouldn’t get nearly as much abuse as I would all because your dad isn’t one of the greatest drivers in the world!” Mick took a short breath before he spoke again. “And do you know what it’s like to be constantly hounded by the press about your dad’s state? I’d rather my dad chose not to come rather than know he’ll never be able to.”

“Get out Mick -”

“Why? Because you know I’m right?” He challenged.

“No because if I say what I want the two of us will rip one another's heads off and someone in this building will hear and the last thing you’ll want is for Max to hear.”

Mick wanted to continue this fight but he knew you were right. If Max or even someone like Pierre was to hear they’d smash the door open and beat Mick up there and then. His eyes met the floor as he took a step back and headed to the door. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His tone was flat as he entered the hallway.

Before he could even take a step he felt someone’s gaze lingering on his, Turning his head to the side he met the confused eyes of Lando Norris who was evidently confused at why Mick was leaving your room without a shirt the day after the race.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t.” Lando held up his hands in defence as Mick watched a girl stumbling out of his room behind him, carrying last night’s heels in her hand.

“Deal,” Mick replied before turning on his heels and heading back to his own room.

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Your hair bounced softly as you walked down the halls of your hotel towards the car park where Max was leaning against the hood of his car waiting for you. His face lit up with a smile as he stretched his arms open to hug you. “You look beautiful.” He commented before opening the passenger door for you.

“Thank you Verstappen, you don’t look bad yourself.” You smirked as he closed the door and jogged around to open his door.

“Well believe it or not I don’t always live in my racing suit.” He mirrored your smirk before slowly driving out of the car park. “My sister and Mum are already there, Victoria can’t wait to see you again.” His smirk turned to a smile. “How are you after yesterday.. I know I’ve already asked but I just want to check in you know?” He quickly changed the subject.

“I’m fine, Mick is a prick and soon enough he’ll get his karma, he always does.” You thought back to a few races last season when he attempted to force you off the track and it backfired on him massively, then again he did walk away the winner in the end… by cheating. “It won’t happen again.” Your eyes met his for a quick glance. “Do you think his Dad will ever get to watch him race?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Just curious what you think.” You turned your attention to him. “Is it a crime to ask my teammate for his opinion?”

“I’d like to hope you saw me as a friend and a teammate -”

“You know I do.”

“I’d be pissed if you didn’t but in regards to Mick, I don’t know. Micheal’s accident wasn’t exactly a clean one. Has Mick said something to you about his Dad?”

“No.” You lied. “I was just thinking if maybe I should be mre grateful for my family -”

“You are grateful for them and they know that, he has said something, hasn’t he?”

“No Max he hasn’t, I just thought maybe I should invite and press them to come a bit more. Mick’s Dad can’t come to races but my Dad can. He might not like to but he always has the option.”

“I think it’ll do you good to see them at a race track because at times it honestly looks like Christian is planning on adopting you.” He broke out a small smile at his own works, one which you mirrored as you replied.

“I could say the same to you.”

“Well maybe the both of us could do with a supportive father-like figure at the races.” His smile dropped slightly at the thought of his Dad but he never let him get to him well… he never liked to show how Jos could get to him.

The pair of you made small talk for the rest of the journey before pulling into the restaurant car park. Much like when you’d met him, he quickly ran round the car to open your door. He might’ve lived with his Dad for most of his life but his Mum had clearly raised him to be a gentleman. Thanking him for his actions the two of you headed inside.

“You look gorgeous!” Victoria caught sight of you and Max. She rose in her seat and pulled you in for a hug before she stepped back to admire your outfit.

“Thank you, Vic, it’s so nice to see you again.” You greeted his mother too, just as if she was your own. The Verstappen’s became your second family through your Formula 1 career. With your parents not attending as many races as other families they stepped in and made you feel like your family was always in the garages cheering you along at every turn.

“You two are dominating the track as usual.” Max’s mum smiled at the two of you. “Think maybe you’ll get your first Championship this year y/n?”

“She better,” Max spoke before you could answer.

“Well that is the plan, I’m at the top for now but that can slip away fast.”

“But you won’t let it, Horner won’t let that happen.”

You turned to meet Max’s gaze. “Maybe if you go easy on me I might be able to win it.”

“Well, that won’t happen.” He smiled at you. Just as you were about to speak another female vice caught everyone’s attention.

“y/n? Is that you?” The voice belonged to none other than Gina Schumacher. Stood beside her was her mum and Mick who was giving you the widest smirk on the planet. “I haven’t seen you in ages!” Gina was at most races but that never meant you acknowledged her or any of Mick’s family for that matter. The blonde weaved her way towards you before she pulled you in for a hug, one which you weren’t anticipating for.

They’d clearly known you and Mick were no longer as close as you both used to be. The press continued to report on it, fans wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would hardly utter a word to the Schumachers anymore. But did they know the truth behind what happened between you and Mick? By Gina and her mother’s reactions, it seemed they did not.

Max’s family had always been close to Mick’s. He and Mick would often be seen talking and spending time with one another outside the track but ever since he met you that changed. Max learned the truth about what happened between you Mick and witnessed his cheating moves on the track and that bond he once had soon died. Sure he’d still see Mick outside of work when he and Mick’s Mum would meet up but he always kept it civil which came naturally but right now Max had to force himself to be civil towards his old friend.

“What a coincidence that you’re here too!” Gina smiled.

“It’s nice to see you Gina and you too Corinna.” A sheepish smile spread across your lips, you didn’t dare meet the eyes of Mick.

Corinna smiled at you before she spoke. “Have the four of you just gotten here?”

“Yes,” Victoria spoke before anyone else could. “Have you?”

“We have.” Mick finally spoke. “Why don’t we all just join one another? Would be a shame to waste this opportunity now we’re all together?” He grabbed a waiter's attention and asked if you could all be moved to a larger table. Max wanted to protest against the whole idea and so did you but you both knew his Mum would skin you both alive for causing a scene. You prayed they wouldn’t have one free but God clearly didn’t wish for your prayers to be answered today.

The four of you left your table and followed the Schumachers to a table situated in the corner of the restaurant, at least you’d be out of the way if the press somehow walked in. You attempted to sit down but Mick reached your seat before you did. His eyes never left yours as he pulled the chair out, gesturing you to sit down, such a sweet action compared to those of last night.

“Thank you.” You muttered to him as you slowly sat down. Mick took a seat beside you, his hand brushing your leg as he pulled himself closer to the table. Max kept a close eye from across the table at Mick. His gaze narrowed every single time Mick’s eyes even dared to look at you but that didn’t last long as his Mum caught on rather quickly which allowed Mick to get away with a lot.

At first, the dinner was going fine, everyone was just catching up with one another. Both Gina and Corinna continued to speak to you as if nothing had ever happened between you and Mick which put you at ease, the last thing you needed was to be hounded with questions as to why the two of you were no longer close.

When your drinks were set out before you Mick let one hand fall under the tablecloth his left hand made its way to your leg. Without breaking the conversation he was currently in he allowed his hand to push up your dress so he could lay in hand on your bare skin. His thumb rubbed your skin as if it was a living act between two people but you knew he was only doing it to make you snap.

“Stop.” You whispered under your breath as you took a sip of your drink.

“Stop what?” He muttered back, his tone an amusing one.

“Touching my leg!”

“You weren’t complaining last night when my hand did this.” He let his hand glide further up your leg until it reached your upper thigh. Squeezing your legs shut you shifted in your seat slightly which caught Max’s attention.

“You okay?” He mouthed across the table so he didn’t grab anyone else’s gaze. You nodded before you tried focusing back on the conversation around the table but Mick made it harder than it should’ve been.

“You look stunning in that dress.” He whispered, his thumb moving back and forth on your inner thigh. “But not as good as you looked in my shirt this morning,” He took a sip of his drink. “You can keep it by the way -”

“You’ll have it back before you fly tomorrow.” You muttered.

“I don’t want it, it looks better on you.”

“Well, I don’t want it either.” You snapped at him and attempted to pull your legs away from him but this time Mick was prepared. With just his left hand he pried your legs further apart so his hand could now reach your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clothed clit with his fingers, a cocky smile on his lips as he watched you attempt to hide your reaction to the sudden action.

“Not sure if I can wait till I win again to hear your beautiful moans and feel your body under mine-”

“Well, that’s a shame.” You tried to shrug him off but he wasn’t going away that easily.

“I know you want more.”

He technically wasn’t wrong. Part of you hated that Max had interrupted the two of you this morning. Last night did feel good and you wanted it to happen again, much to your own dismay. You knew you shouldn’t. You’d finally gotten over what had happened between you and Mick, you still hated what had happened but the feelings you once thought you’d had for the blonde had washed away and the thought of sleeping with him time and time again just made you worry those feelings would creep back into your heart.

He was going to be the death of you.

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bad268 · 6 months

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Waking Up in Vegas (Max Verstappen X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope, Vegas inspired

Warnings: Hungover, alcohol, brief joke about cheating

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1762

Summary: Chaotic wins mean forgotten proposals and spontaneous marriages.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Max's insta from April 14, 2022)

“Did we get hitched last night?” Was not the question you thought to be asking yourself after you woke up hungover from the grand prix after-party. The Las Vegas Grand Prix after-party, that is.

Your head was still pounding to the point you could still feel the bass and vibrations from the music the night before. It was an unexpected win for Max since he started on the third row (rare), but when the silver arrows collided (replay 2016) and Ferarri fucked up Charles’s strategy, it only took a few laps to get in front of Lando. The raw speed of Max’s Red Bull was still not comparable to the McLaren. That’s what led to you both getting fucked at a popular nightclub on the strip. In all honesty, you were not even sure how you made it back to your hotel room, but you were not going to question it.

“I don’t think so, but I don’t remember,” Max groaned, turning to hide his face in your neck. “I bet Daniel would know. He’s probably the one who got us back. Either him or Charles.”

“I ask because I’m wearing a ring,” you chuckled as you looked at your left hand. Max’s head shot out of your neck to see the ring. His eyes widened immediately, causing you to get concerned. “Do you remember anything from last night? It’s all blank for me.”

“No,” he trailed off. He hesitated for a minute as he looked up to meet your eyes before dropping his head again with a shy smile as his face heated up. “I just…”

“You can be honest, Max,” you gently pushed. You moved down on the bed, so you were leaning on your side, face to face with Max. “Unless it was cheating. In that case, I would rather remain blissfully unaware.”

“No, it’s not that,” he laughed nervously.

“Then, it cannot be as bad as you think,” you reassured. “Trust me. You can tell me anything. Nothing could top walking in on Daniel singing, ‘She Keeps Me Up,’ in Austin last year. That was awkward.”

“No, it’s not that bad,” he laughed sincerely this time as he finally brought himself to look into your eyes. “I recognize the ring.”

“Oh, is it yours?” You asked back immediately, moving to take the jewelry off. “You can have it back.”

“No! I mean yes!” He rushed, grabbing your hand to stop you from removing the ring. “What I’m saying is I bought the ring for you, schat (darling).” He stopped to give you a minute to register the information. Your eyes grew wide as the gears in your head started to turn.

“You bought it for me?” You whispered back, looking back at your hand which is still being held by Max.

“I mean, I would have wanted to remember if I proposed, but I guess it worked out either way,” he chuckled, becoming shy again.

“Then ask me again,” you replied, pulling back to sit up in bed. You realized that you were wearing one of Max’s shirts, yet you still could not remember anything from the night before. You pushed that from your mind as you continued reassuring Max. “If you’re so pressed about it, ask me again. Right now.”

“I had a whole day planned out,” He jokingly whined, moving to sit up as well. This is when you noticed that Max was wearing grey sweatpants while shirtless.

“Well, now I’ll be expecting it,” You joked back, reaching out to hold both of his hands. “I don’t need anything extravagant. I just want you, Max.”

“If I ask you to marry me now, we’d need to either plan the wedding quickly to do it over the winter break or wait a year,” Max pointed out with a sigh.

“Max, you're forgetting where we are,“ You laughed, “We’re in Vegas!”

“Our families will go crazy if they find out we got married in Vegas, and they weren’t here for it, liefde (love),” Max chuckled as he shook his head. He wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you onto his lap, leaning his head onto your shoulder as he held you.

“I highly doubt your dad will care,” You retorted quickly, placing your hands on his cheeks to make him look at you. “And it’s not like we will not have a ceremony eventually. I don’t really want to have a whole wedding, but we could host a party during the summer break with all of our friends and family. We could make vows for it too. We wouldn’t be rushed to plan a wedding or wait a whole year for it. Plus, I want your last name as soon as possible.”

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Max joked as he leaned in to place a short kiss on your lips. “I would have proposed a lot sooner if I knew.”

“I thought I was dropping enough hints! It’s been seven years, Max!” You chuckled, leaning back a little. “You know, in some of the States, we are technically considered married already.”

“Then I see no other reason to wait,” Max chuckled, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. “Can’t wait to make you Mx. Verstappen.”

Just as you both started leaning in, the moment was interrupted by knocking at the door. You both got out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt in the process. Max moved toward the door as you started making tea/coffee and grabbed out meds to calm the still-raging hangover you had. As soon as Max opened the door, what felt like half of the grid fell into the room. In reality, it was just Charles, Daniel, Lando, and Liam.

“What the hell?” Max laughed as he helped Charles stand up after Daniel, Lando, and Liam practically threw themselves into the room, and accidentally tripped the Monegasque in the process. They all just walked in and piled on the sofa, leaving Max to sarcastically say, “Why don't you come in?”

“Is there a reason you all flooded our room?” You asked as you walked toward where Max was sitting to give him his mug. Instead of letting you move to sit in another seat, Max pulls you to sit on his lap. “Not that we don’t love hanging out with you lot, but we have plans for later.” You really should have expected them to all start talking at the same time, but you did not

“Someone dared us to jump into the fountains,” Lando chuckled.

“I did not agree to be the chaperone last night,” Liam sighed.

“I saw a video of Max proposing last night,” Charles said.

“Honestly thought one of us was gonna get alcohol poisoning,” Daniel admitted.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You shouted over the group. “Back up. Take a breath. Who remembers last night?”

“You guys made me the chaperone because I didn’t race, so I didn’t drink anything,” Liam complained. “You all got piss drunk like I’m talking 5 drinks each minimum. Oscar jokingly told Lando to jump into the fountain, but he pulled you and Max with him. That was pretty funny honestly. Max also told his entire plan of proposing to you to Alex, completely forgetting you were there until you suggested getting married in Vegas. Max said something about in the morning, and then we got kicked out of the club.”

“Not who I expected to have been the responsible one, but okay,” Max whispered into his mug as he took a drink.

“Thanks for being responsible, Liam. I’ll cover you next time,” You said to the Kiwi. “Speaking of last night, though, the plans for today were to go get married before our flight out, and we need at least one witness. Do you guys want to come?”

“That’s a dumb question,” Lando replied quickly. “I call dibs on being the photographer!”

“No, I’m a much better photographer than him!” Daniel protested, “Plus, I've known them longer.”

“I mean Lando you can be the photographer for the ceremony and Daniel can do the actual wedding if you want,” You offered.

“No, I want to do the real thing!” Lando complained.

“Then I’ll do today, deal?” Daniel compromised.

“Deal,” Lando agreed.

“Good, because photographers can't get drunk at the wedding or be part of the wedding party,” Daniel boasted with a smug look toward the McLaren driver.

“Wait, that’s not fair! Max!” Lando looked to you and Max for help.

“You agreed to it,” Max laughed. “There’s nothing we can really do, Lando.”

“We could also just hire a photographer, so you’re both included in the wedding?” You suggested the obvious. “Either way, we should probably get ready to head out now. Our flight leaves at like 7 right? You guys also probably have debriefs too.” Receiving nods in response, you stood up to make your way to the bathroom. “Then we better get ready.”

Las Vegas was not as enhancing as it was the night before. It was missing the infamous Vegas lights as all the glitz and glam was replaced with normal street lights and normal activities. There was still the occasional impersonator on the corner, but nothing seemed too extravagant. It was like Las Vegas had an on-off switch.

When you all walked out of the hotel, it was still 2 PM, and everything just seemed too normal for what you were about to do. The drivers met up with their teams for the debrief as you explored around the strip and had a little spree. By the time the debrief finished up, those Vegas lights were appearing and the city was livening up. It was nearing 5 o'clock as your group made its way to one of the (surprisingly) many chapels on the strip.

“This is the most un-serious thing we have ever done,” Max laughed as you both stood at the small alter, separated by an Elvis impersonator. Neither of you had packed anything super fancy, so you were wearing white and red feather boas provided by the chapel. “My mom is going to be so mad.”

“I mean, I’m not complaining about it. Isn’t that what matters?” You laughed with him. “As long as we get a real party after this, I think it’ll be a funny story. Plus, we were never ones to follow the rules.”

The ceremony went on filled with laughs. In the end, it did not matter if it was serious or not because all that mattered was you were pronounced as Mr. and Mx. Verstappen.

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CALL IN SICK

Soft!Task Force 141 x Reader

A/N: This is my first fanfic and the characters might be too OOC. I hope is good.

ALSO: I sprinkled some praise ;3

Word Count: 3.2k

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After a mission gone wrong in an undisclosed location Task Force 141 is forced to stay in a safe house, a cabin, in the middle of a dense forest and high between the mountains. It is no task for the team but unfortunately for you. You were injured.

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Ghost and you were paired together on this mission. It was supposed to be a “quick in and out” mission but as you were following behind Ghost; and heard him say something on the radio. You could not hear what he said. Your radio had been broken by getting hit by the butt of a gun but nothing you couldn’t handle you took care of it no problem. As both of you entered the room, the door suddenly slammed behind you and the lights were shut off leaving you on a disadvantage you were surrounded by armed men and Ghost was the first one to react, shooting with precise accuracy men started to fall left and right. Using the flashing lights, movement, and your hearing, you followed in suit shooting with Ghost, you were already pulling the trigger before you can properly aim, and the room quickly became deathly still, before you could even get out a sigh of relief it came out as a gasp of pain. You were attacked from behind because you felt it before you saw it. With his aim, Ghost’s shot went straight through the head. "Bullseye!" You called out watching the body slumped near your feet. You gasped at the shock at how much effort you needed to speak. Looking down at your hand pressing on the side of your torso seeing how both your shirt and hand start turning into a deep red. Ghost is on you, lifting your shirt enough just to see how bad your wound is. "I'll live. Been through worse," you say nonchalantly trying not to make it sound like a big deal. "Captain, Scorpion has been stabbed and her wound is not life-threatening but needs medical attention." A line of 'what's' responded to Ghost. "Repeat that again Ghost." Soap said. "Scorpion has been stabbed but she won't die" Repeated Ghost. "I won't die but Holy Jesus! It hurts like a motherfu--"you groaned out and getting cut off by Price announcing, "Everyone regroup on the Eastside of the church." Ghost motioned towards you moving to wrap your left arm around his shoulders and with his sheer size you are lifted enough for you to start to tiptoe when walking. Flinching and wincing every few steps, you start leaning most of your body weight onto Ghost. "Atta girl almost there, we just need to cross the hallway, so we can patch you up." Ghost said with a hint of concern. You would tease him about it if the doors adjacent to the hallway toward the church hadn’t busted open to show a very panicked Soap. "They're here!" Soap yelled back to the team, took your right arm, wrapped it around his shoulders, and put pressure on your wound, causing you to hiss out, "I thought you could handle it." Soap teased. "Shut it." You remarked back. Now with the height difference, they are basically dragging you down the aisle toward Gaz and Price. They laid you down on the floor. "I thought it wasn't going to be this bad," Gaz gasped after looking at your gash, blood was still spilling at an alarming rate "This needs medical attention, and we need to return to the medic-bay." "About that..." Price uttered, catching the attention of everyone "Our exfil can't be processed due to our location and weather." “What the hell! What do you mean by that!” Soap shouted. “Have you seen the weather outside? It is a blizzard out there!” Price countered, pointing out through a broken stained glass. A voice was heard on Price’s radio, “Price, this is Laswell we have noticed movement towards your location. Estimation around 50-100 men. Unless you want your team to perish, I say you start moving toward the safe house up north-west from the graveyard.” “Copy that Laswell. Gaz try your best to stabilize Scorpion so we can all move out. I know that you are more than capable of neutralizing the enemy, but I don’t want another injury if we don’t have a fast form of transportation out of these mountains.”

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No matter how much you get them you’ll never get used to the feeling of someone stitching you up with no anesthesia still sends a shiver down your spine. You were grunting as Gaz tried to make the process less painful and fast as possible. Lifting your uniform enough to have your midriff exposed so he could wrap the medical gauze around your body. “Come on. Up you go!” Soap grunted as he pulled you up onto your feet. “Careful with her if not I'll do you worst than what she has!” Ghost grunts out before turning back to you “Are you okay?” he asked in a hushed whisper. “I’m okay. We need to move out before the weather gets worse,” you replied. “Can you walk without support?” asked Gaz with outstretched arms as if you were to fall without notice. “I think I can manage.” you breathe out walking with a limp “Yeah...yeah, I think I can manage. Price how long is the walk," you questioned. “Walking? Oh, Sweetheart from here to the safe house it's going to be a hike.” Price chuckled, removing his gaze from the stained glass, and turned to face you. “If you can’t handle it, I can always carry you like a princess and I’ll be your prince in shining armor.” Soap teased with a wink. Chuckling to yourself, you playfully punch his shoulder as a form of saying you’re going to be okay, and you were going to stick to yourself, and you start following behind Ghost and out the door walking through the graveyard with unmarked tombs.

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“Facken Hell” Soap grunted, he was the first one to complain about the freezing weather as you and the team struggled to push through the almost knee-high snow. Ghost was at least kind enough to go in front of you unintentionally making a small path and making it a bit easier for you to walk. You have never been more grateful about his size more than today (not that you’ll ever admit it) and even with his help you still staggered behind. You haven't even started walking for 30 minutes and you felt like you just ran a marathon. You tried to even out your breathing thinking that you might be overreacting. You started giving yourself little motivation so you could keep up with the team. That was before your side felt like it was on fire, your body slowly started to get warm, and you started to slow down into a stop. Gaz noticed that you had stopped walking and turned back to you. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, slowing his pace to stand next to you. “As much as I want to say I’m fine. I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded” you replied with gasps in between, holding your head with a hand on your forehead. You wanted to start walking again but your whole body seemed like it was underwater even though Gaz was next to you his voice started to sound muffled and far away. You decided that you wanted to push more, and you didn’t check your stepping and your foot slipped on a rock causing you to lose your balance. You were not able to stop yourself from both cushioning the fall and tumbling down a steep trench that you hadn't noticed until now and you landed face down and you swear you felt like someone has pressed a branding iron on your wound. You used the last bit of energy to roll yourself over onto your back staring up at the soft pearl clouds blanketing the whole sky, the subtle flickering of the snow glistening as they twisted and turned with their slow grace down to earth. It was a peaceful sight other than the blinding pain your body had to currently endure. Your vision was fighting to stay awake slowly blinking as 4 dark figures were running down the hill towards you, a stark contrast on the untouched snow. Price was the first one in your line of vision holding your head and through your blurred vision you see his mouth moving but you can’t hear anything other than the ringing in your ears. You try to focus your eyes on him, trying to understand what he is shouting to the rest of your team then your eyes started straining signifying that you were slowly losing your fight on staying conscious, letting your head loose, it tilted away from Price as you closed your eyes for a well-deserved break into the darkness.

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A pounding in your head disrupted your sleep causing you to groan softly against a mattress. You slowly stretch yourself enough to feel the rough texture of the mattress grinding on your soft skin. You were relishing a few seconds to yourself before a cry broke out from your lips causing you to sit up quickly and your hands flying to the side of your torso. As you were cradling your wound, a pair of hands were suddenly pushing you down by your shoulders. By instinct you tried to look for a way to defend yourself, that was until the hands on your shoulders managed to push you into the mattress, a soft shushing caught your attention. “Hey! Take it easy. Look at me. Breathe. It’s just me, Soap.’’ You relaxed on the mattress and looked around at your surroundings. It seems that the team had settled down into an abandoned cabin that consisted of a fireplace that was still covered in dust, probably not used in years and especially not now. You guessed because the smoke might give your location away if you were to build a fire. The lack of light caused you to try and look outside through the snow and frosted-covered glass plane, but it was still enough to confirm that it was dark outside. “What happened? It was barely noon last time I remember,” you asked absentminded. “Well... We heard that you started to slow down, and Gaz went to check on you and he did nothing to stop you from falling off the cliff.” Soap explained, raising his voice towards the end. “Hey! It just happened too fast and-” Before he could finish Soap hit him on the head and he sat down next to him leaving you alone and he started continuing what he was saying “You took a nasty fall and hit your head and you seemed out of it. Nothing big though, you’re just going to have to deal with a migraine for a while and you managed to rip your stitches apart. Gaz was able to secure them again, but you were out like a light. Ghost piggybacked you all the way over here!” he laughed.

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You nodded slowly, seemingly lost in your mind. “She seems dazed, guess that fall took a lot more than we thought” Price noted watching as you weakly started to stand and slowly made your way to where Gaz and Soap were sitting and plopped down next to them. Groaning out softly you curiously looked at your puff of condensed air. They all watched in silence as you giggled like a little girl then a shiver rolled down your spine you then did the unthinkable, since Soap was the nearest to you sat and curled up between Soap’s legs and cuddled your head into his shoulder. It seemed that the whole room froze towards your actions. You aren’t usually like this with your tough demeanor, you usually never asked for help, and even on the rare times you do ask for help you’ll be embarrassed and cuss them out as if the problem was somehow caused by them, and it was (at least to the team) weird to see you open to your actions. You felt him tense up against you raising his hands as if he was being held at gunpoint, he was about to push you away until he hears you softly whine something he wasn’t going to hear if you weren’t so close. “Gosh, you’re so warm it's so cold in here.” You pulled up your hands to your mouth and let little puffs into them and rubbed them together. You’re slowly settling down to rest again until Ghost’s voice broke the silence “You haven’t eaten all day. You need to eat something before sleeping again without food you won't heal as fast.’ You turned to face him as he sat silently in a dark corner and slightly opened one of your eyes and sheepishly shook your head saying no. “Jesus Christ you’re burning up there, lass, aren't you?” His hand suddenly came to rest on your forehead and Price gently rubbed the back of his hand onto your cheek muttering more to himself, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear “She’s running a fever.” “Here make her drink a lot of water.” Ghost urges holding out a bottled water; Price takes the bottle from him and extends it to you. You once again shake your head. “Don’t you back away. Come on. It's just water.” ”Don't wanna” you replied. “Would you drink if I help you?” You said nothing this time. Price takes your silence as a yes. Confused, he carefully tested the waters by slowly tilting the bottled water to your lips allowing you to take small sips. After you finished half of the bottle he praises “That’s my girl.” He closes the bottle, places it on the floor, leans back, and sits silently. After a few minutes, everyone continued to settle down, especially Soap since he was busy embracing and enjoying your warmth then one by one started noticing that your breathing came out as deep breaths. Gaz suddenly perks up and says, “She still has to eat too” Once again all their attention was now on you. Everyone stares at Soap and expects him to do something “What? Do you really think I’m going to wake her up just for her to eat?” he said defensively, subconsciously pulling you tighter into his chest and embrace.

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“You know we have to.” Ghost sighs. “Not even 5 more minutes.” Soap said while shying away from the harsh stares of the team. Ghost forces Soap’s arms away from your body slowly and gently shaking your shoulder to wake up. You stirred from your short-lived slumber and looked up at him confused. He crouched down to your eye level and whispered “Luv, you must eat something before going back to bed.” “But I’m going to get cold though.” “Here you can have my blanket.” Price immediately covers you in the soft material that seemingly had his scent covered all over the blanket. He gently started pulling you away from Soap which had begrudgingly agreed to let you go. Price starts getting an MRE out of his backpack opens it up for you and puts it in your hands. Your head jolted back in disgust upon seeing and smelling the MRE, and you pushed it back to Price “Eww I don’t want to eat that it looks horrible,” you replied with a huff and tried to cross your arms over your chest before Price forces them down once more and he responded, “Come on, sweetheart you know you have to eat at least something”. “Do you have anything that tastes better than that?’” you pleaded. “I think I might have something you like!” Gaz exclaims while reaching into his backpack looking for something and he pulls out a Chocolate bar. Your eyes sparkled when your eyes landed on the candy. You moved to the outstretched hand with the candy, your hand was barely closing on the sugary goodness before it was snatched away by Price. You softly gasp and shockingly look at Price, your eyes begging for an answer. He just smirks and holds the bar next to his face and simply tells “I promise to give it to you once you have finished your food.’’ “Promise?” “I promise in fact I’ll help you” Price said as he continues to sit directly in front of you, place the chocolate bar next to him and scooped a spoonful out of the MRE and holding it a mere inches away from your mouth. “Don’t be shy, open up”. You became rigid as you noticed that you are in the middle of attention, and you knew that Price is stubborn enough not to have it your way and as you open your mouth to eat what was on the spoon a small involuntary ‘ah∼’ squeaked from you. You looked down embarrassedly and chewed slowly. You could hear the stifled laughs from everyone as your face turns bright pink. Price once again hold out a spoonful toward you and shook your head in denial. Price once again holds up the chocolate bar and teasingly said “Come on, Princess if you want this you must finish.” You closed your eyes, swallowed your pride, and ate more. The whole process went on in a somewhat comfortable silence. You got used to the routine so much that you started to nod off bit by bit until Price startled you when he shoved the chocolate into your hands and softly muttered “You did such a good job, Princess.”

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You stared happily at the chocolate on your hands and before you could open it, you sneezed and broke into a coughing fit. You tried to huddle yourself tighter into the blanket, but it didn’t stop you from shaking like a leaf. A small commotion broke out but once your coughing fit calmed down you realize that you have been picked up and carried by someone you only noticed once you suddenly felt a wave of warmth spread through your body that you, in fact, are laying on top of Ghost. Once you settled down in that conclusion you tried to scramble away from him, before he held you down by hugging you and squeezing you closer to him. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing his protective gear, you felt some but not all of it under his hoodie that you didn’t notice that he was wearing because he was sitting in the dark up until now. Your head was placed directly on top of Ghost’s chest, and you can hear his heartbeat quicken just a little. The rhythm of his heart and the warmth of his body slowly coaxed you closer to a deep slumber. Your eyes fought to stay awake until a heavy hand slowly petted your head and dragged down your back. You slowly relaxed into his strong embrace and unconsciously rubbed your nose into his chest until you found a comfortable place for your head to rest. Unknowing to you Price, Gaz, and especially Soap gave Ghost the most hateful stare they could muster but Ghost simply shrugged as he continued to comb his fingers through your hair.

Silently wishing that the night would last forever just to have you in his arms.

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hrts4kyo · 1 month

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Music to my ears. —★

♡dom!jiung x fem!reader

♡ genre: smut. stricty, mdni. (wc; 1.5k)

♡ sypnosis: No matter what you did, you could not relieve your desires or that feeling of need. Even though Jiung told you to not contact him and to leave him alone at the studio so he could record his songs, you gave in to your temptation once again . . .

♡ warnings: degration !! — (slut + etc) semi-public sex (studio), masturbation, dry-humping, rough (??) Jiung.

♡ song recs: Coming down — the weeknd + Heartbeat — childish gambino. ✮

You were quickly awoken from your trance after hearing the distracting sound that buzzed from your phone. You groaned loudly, dissapointment settling at the pit of your stomach. Undeniably, since around 9pm, you had been horny, and matter what you did, you just couldn’t relieve yourself.

to make matters worse, Jiung was not home to help you. Instead, he was in the studio recording for his new album he was set to release soon. Due to the strict deadlines his company had set, seeing him had become more difficult than anything else, so you both agreed to call each other if you needed something. Yet, tonight was different. There was only one week left to finish the final track, and Jiung had strictly told you to not call him unless it was urgent, saying he really needed to get the song done before midnight.

Of course, being the good girlfriend you were, you agreed and smothered him in kisses before he went to go to the recording studio. Now though? you regretted it. A lot.

You pulled your hand out from your shorts and grabbed a small towel located to the side of your bed, collecting and cleaning the arousal that had spalyed across your own hand with a sigh. You turned your phone over; only to see a notification from Jiung on weverse. You smiled to yourself, clicking open the turquoise notifcation that displayed itself brightly on your screen.

10:11 pm JIUNG WEVERSE

“break time ~ recording for this album is nearly done…who’s excited?”

You chuckled seeing the small selfie he had attached to the post, admiring his beautiful features as you sat up straight, leaning your legs over the edge of the bed. You continued to look at the post as an idea occured in your head. An idea that Jiung probably wouldn’t like. But, he’d probably make an acception for you, right?

You immediately got out of bed, throwing an oversized sweatshirt on to cover your bare torso, and changing into a clean pair of shorts. You grabbed your keys and put on your most comfortable shoes, rushing out of the house to get to Jiungs recording studio.

. . .

You clicked open the doors to Jiungs room after kindly asking one of Jiungs close friends; Intak to lend you his ID card into the studio. He agreed after a bit of questioning, yet he seemed to not believe anything you said about just wanting to hear the demo, he shook his head, smiling as he gave you the id sceptically.

“Don’t be too loud. Keeho and Theo are recording in the studio next to you both.” He laughed, turning his back as he shut the door and went towards Soul and Jongseobs office. Your eyes widened, your hand coming up to touch your face to see if you were blushing and he could just see right through you.

You rolled your eyes, finally opening the door fully to see Jiung tapping his knee up and down as his hands clicked on the multiple buttons infront of him, editing the track on the huge computer. You sat down on the couch behind his desk, waiting for him to realise and turn around, yet, he didn’t.

“Intak— why are you sitting down come here we gotta— oh.” Jiung turned around quickly, his mouth propping open as he saw you sitting down on the couch infront of him instead of the person he was supposed to be recording with.

“Baby, what happened? I told you i was on a strict deadline and—“

“Jiung i need you so bad.”

Jiungs eyes widened, his knee stopping and his voice dropping until he stopped speaking. He leaned back on his chair, Resting his head on his hand that was propped on the armrest,

“What did i tell you before leaving sweetheart?” Jiung questioned, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your body heat up, cheeks turning a slight tinge of pink as you watched the way Jiungs eyes took in every curve of your body. Exploring every inch without even touching you.

“I know, I tried to help myself but I couldn’t. Please jiung…” You were practically begging, your legs rubbing against each other as your hands fiddled with the hem of your shorts.

Jiung rubbed his temple, smiling to himself as he shook his head slowly.

“God baby, you cant even go a single day without me. Without my touch. What a slut.” Jiung tapped his hand on his thigh, nodding his head as he signalled you to come over.

You squealed, jumping up from the couch and sitting in his lap as you sunk into him and his touch. His breath fanned on your collarbone, shivers running down your spine as your entire body shook.

“If you came here for your own pleasure, then you’re gonna do it all by yourself. I dont care if that means you rut against my thigh like a bitch in heat, just get it done and over with, yeah? Jiung hummed in your ear, placing one light kiss the the nape of your neck as he got back to working on the song.

You couldn’t do anything but agree, he was already doing more than enough by allowing you to chase your high using him despite being so busy, and you were thankful for that. You slipped your hand under your sweatshirt, internally thanking yourself for not wearing a bra. You began to lightly skim over your chest, arousal already pooling at your core. As your fingers traced over your perked up nipples, you found yourself on Jiungs right thigh, your two legs wrapped around him as you leaned into his chest. You begun to move your hips ever so slowly, the texture of his jeans easily being felt through your thin shorts.

The roughness felt nice against your clothed pussy, your lacey underwear sticking to your now dripping cunt. You could feel Jiungs thigh tense up, and as he tensed, his muscles flexed and this drove you into picking up your momentum. As you continued to rut against his thigh, you shut your eyes tightly and moaned quietly, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that was builiding at your throat.

You bit the back of your hand as you threw you head back, continuing to chase your high with Jiung. Despite trying to stay focused on his work, Jiung couldn’t help but get turned on from the your eyebrows arched together in pure ecstasy, and muffled moans escaped your mouth every now and then.

Within an instant, Jiung had grabbed the hand that covered your mouth, bringing it down so it could rest on his other thigh.

“No need to be quiet baby, let me hear you.” Jiung whispered, kissing your hand and up your arm.

You moaned loudly at his words, not realising his hand sneak up to the record button that was located on his desk near the small microphone. Jiung began marking you, biting down at your neck as he kissed all over you.

“Look at you…dripping wet on my thigh like the horny bitch you are,” Jiung groaned sweet nothings into your ear, finally sending you over the edge as you rubbed against his thigh one last time. You moaned loudly, causing Jiung to smile at himself as he realised how he could sample your beautiful voice onto the track. It was just what he needed.

“That’s right, cum on my thigh baby” Jiung quickly grabbed a fistfull of your hair, gently yet harshly bringing your face closer to the microphone as he stripped you of your last audible moans.

You felt your whole body weaken as he brung you back into his chest, wrapping his arms around you as you softly lay your head in the crook of his neck. You were out of breath, your chest heaving up and down as you sat in the pool of your own slick.

“That felt..so good. I’m sorry for disturbing you I can leave now if you wa—“ You were cut off by Jiung hushing you.

“You were perfect for me y/n. And your beautiful voice was just what I needed to complete this track, music to my ears baby.” Jiung smiled, brushing his hand through your messy hair.

You looked at him in confusion. not understanding how your voice had any relevance to the track. Jiung noticed the look on your face and smiled, he turned your head to the computer infront of you and clicked play. Within an instant, your moans could be heard loudly from the speakers that surrounded the studio.

Your eyes widened and you immediately yelled at Jiung to turn it off.

“the others are going to hear! stop!” Jiung laughed as he turned it off right after you asked, making sure to not make you uncomfortable.

“Oh baby, its not just the members that’ll be hearing your sweet voice, it’ll be everyone that listens to this song.”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try sweetheart”

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it might seem weird at first but it's true that having symptomatic joint hypermobility (meaning the "bad" kind of hypermobility that results in chronic pain, a proneness to dislocation/sublixation, etc. such as in EDS, hypermobility spectrum disorders, and other CTDs) doesn't necessarily mean being very flexible and sometimes this can potentially present a problem when it comes to accurate assessment and diagnosis. part of this is because flexibility doesn't just involve joints; it also involves muscles and other soft tissues.

i have generalized symptomatic hypermobility (either gHSD or hEDS, who knows because it's not like i'm getting properly diagnosed anytime soon) and i'm an 8/9 on the beighton scale. i've been incapable of touching my toes since elementary school because my hamstring muscles have shortened over time due to the strain from compensating for hyperextended joints and hypotonia. i can't meet the 9th beighton criteria where i place my palms flat on the floor without bending my knees, but that doesn't mean i don't have a hypermobile spine, because its my shortened hamstring muscles that are preventing the movement, not the joints. i was just doing stretches at the gym earlier today for cooldowns that looked absurdly easy for the able-bodied person in the video i was following but i couldn't bend my legs to the full extent that they did due to other shortened muscles in my legs, which is also a consequence of hyperextended joints and hypotonia.*** i think it's easy to guess why something like that might end up masking the full extent of joint hypermobility in some people.

(***for people who don't know what hypotonia is, it's when there's inadequate tension in the muscles in the resting state or in response to a passive stretch, such as posture. in other words, muscles are too loose, which can cause a myriad of really sucky problems! it's the result of CNS dysfunction and/or structural problems in the muscles - conditions like EDS and other CTDs sometimes involve hypotonia due how they can affect viscoelastic properties of muscles. while being characterised by "floppiness," hypotonia can still result in stiffness and shortening of the adductors, quadriceps, sub-occipital muscles, etc.)

in more extreme cases, this kind strain can lead to muscle contracture, which is when a muscle is permanently shortened and hardened. joints themselves can also become contractured, and as a matter of fact, contractures appear to be part of how some forms of EDS are identified, such as myopathic and musculocontractural EDS (it's even in the name of the last one.) this is a quote from someone with mcEDS from elhers-danlos.com ("Musculocontractural EDS: My puzzle pieces put together") though i know the EDS society doesn't have the best rep:

When I was born 8 weeks premature by emergency caesarean, the doctors and Mum and Dad were stunned. Apart from requiring life-saving treatment, I was floppy, and also had major obvious deformities of my limbs and dislocated hips. I had contractures in my hands, fingers, shoulders, hips, ankles and feet. I have very little muscle in my neck, arms and legs. I spent 10 weeks in NICU and was diagnosed with Arthrogryposis at birth.

(...)

The contractures affect me in different ways. My hands are always clenched, and they do not open out properly. I’m unable to tie my hair up myself unless I am lying on my back, which allows gravity to pull my arms back. I can’t put my hair behind my ears with my right hand unless I’m using my left hand to push it backwards. Although I am right handed, the fingers on my right hand don’t open more than 2 inches and I’m unable to pick anything up with that hand. My left hand is far more deformed, but I can grab things with that hand and use it to stabilise my right. I carry things on my right side in between my arm and torso in the crook of my elbow and I look like an axe murderer when holding a knife.

so yeah, ironically enough, sometimes being symptomatically hypermobile involves a limited range of motion rather than being especially flexible. that's your fun fact of the day!

#elhers danlos syndrome #hypermobile ehlers danlos #hypermobile eds #hypermobility spectrum disorder #chronic illness #j

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temptingfatetakingnames · 8 months

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The Last Steve Harrington Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Hello my loves. This chapter was very difficult to write and it is very heavy. If you have no triggers please continue to the story. If you do have triggers please read the warnings carefully. I do not want anyone to be hurt by my story. I'll put a brief synopsis under the tags.

Trigger warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide

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It was late in the night; their plan had been set and there was nothing left for them to do but sleep. As if they could. As if it was that easy. Steve was on his back with Eddie tucked into his side. He stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept well in days but his body still refused to rest. Even though there was no immediate danger he thrummed with tension and apprehension. He had this terrible feeling –

“I have this terrible feeling it might not work out for us this time,” Eddie whispered against his neck and Steve clutched him tighter against him. His heartbeat quickened at Eddie’s words, at the confirmation that he wasn’t the only one feeling this sense of doom. They had been too lucky. Over and over, they had planned and they had fought… but they had been lucky. The problem with luck was that it always ran out eventually. He just had to hope that it would hold out one more time.

“It’ll work out,” he whispered back just as quietly. Trying to reassure himself and Eddie. It had always worked out for them before…and it would again… it had too.

Steve awoke quietly that morning, rising out of the dream and into his new reality without blood or red skies. It felt wrong. He deserved to wake up screaming from his nightmares. Steve hadn’t known how terribly he had lied to Eddie that night. Hadn’t known what awaited them the next day. How badly it did not work out. Another betrayal, another failure.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and rested his hands in his lap. He turned them over and looked at the scars and callouses he had gathered over the years – the memories carved into his skin. He brushed his fingers over the bite on his left palm. Remembered ripping the bat away from Eddie and it latching on to him instead. It had torn a chunk out of him, leaving behind an ugly mess of scar tissue when it healed.

Light was already shining in the window and he could hear movement throughout the house. He got out of the bed and stood quietly for a moment, taking in the sounds. Joyce was in the kitchen and he could hear a shower running in the bathroom. Turning, he looked at the back of the mirror. Steve hadn’t looked at himself since his first night in the house. He walked over to it and turned it around; his stitches had been removed yesterday and he was curious how he looked.

The man that stared back at him was one he was starting to recognize. His eyes weren’t as sunken and there was some colour in his cheeks. The scars across his body stood out starkly, however. Jagged lines and bites of torn away flesh. Trauma that had begun in ’83 and never stopped – only escalated. A small scar was mostly hidden in his hairline, courtesy of Billy. A thin line wrapped around his neck from a Demobat, almost unnoticeable unless you were looking for it. His torso was a canvas of healed pain – with scar tissue covering his sides in large chunks. They had been too healed for the doctors to do much. Claw and bite marks from his most recent wounds had been tidied, the skin was still red but the lines were clean now and the stitches gone. Other small scars ran down his arms and legs. He had nerve damage in three of his fingers from the bat bite and he was partially deaf in one ear. Migraines and nightmares plagued him constantly and it was difficult to meet his own eyes.

Broken.

He stared at the man in the mirror for another moment before turning it back around. Closing his eyes, he brought his hand up to his chest feeling his heartbeat. Opening his eyes, he strode to his dresser and pulled out clothes for the day. He couldn’t stop thinking about what Robin had said about Other Steve in the bathroom a few nights ago. There were differences in their stories, especially from high school but everything about Scoops and after had seemed the same – just swap Robin and Eddie. It was the sameness that he couldn’t get out of his head. He needed to figure out the moment of divergence that caused them to have such different endings.

He needed to talk to the kids; out of the people he could reasonably discuss all of this with, they had known Other Steve the longest. It’s not like he could walk up to his parents and ask them for his life story. He was afraid to see the kids again though and especially afraid to learn more about Other Steve. He had to though – had to face it and them. He just didn’t know if he was ready.

When he walked into the kitchen, Joyce was at the stove and Eleven and Will were sitting at the table eating breakfast. He sat down with them.

“Good morning, Steve,” Joyce said as she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. The kids smiled at him; mouths too full to speak.

“Morning,” he replied quietly.

Chatter continued around him as he ate his breakfast. Hopper came in, hair still wet from his shower and took a seat at the table. Steve’s appetite had been returning slowly and he gave Joyce a small smile when she put more bacon on his plate. It was a lovely morning but Steve still had to fight the urge to scream and ruin it.

He cleared his throat and turned to Will. “Could you radio everyone to come over? I’d like to talk.”

Will looked surprised but he nodded. “Sure, Steve.”

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Dustin showed up first.

He must have left his house as soon as Will got off the radio with him, he was there so quickly. Steve was in his room when the doorbell rang. He set his book aside and waited. Hopper brought Dustin up a moment later, showing him into the room and then leaving. Steve got up from the bed and they stood facing each other. This was the first time Steve had really looked at him. He was taller than he remembered, older. A ballcap was pushed down over his curls and Steve wanted to take it off and ruffle his hair. In another universe, he would have. His heart clenched painfully in his chest.

“I’m sorry about the code red,” Dustin said, breaking the silence.

Steve thought about what to say in response. He knew that Dustin hadn’t meant any harm. Thinking back to the panic he had felt in the moment though, Steve couldn’t deny that he had caused harm. He could tell that Dustin knew that though, his eyes glancing away and back to Steve’s.

“It’s alright, Dustin,” he finally answered.

“I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“I know.”

That got him a tentative smile.

“I brought some stuff for you,” Dustin said coming closer and pulling his backpack off his shoulder. “Some books and movies, snacks and things you might like. Will said you’ve been reading The Hobbit over and over. I brought you the The Lord of the Rings.”

“The Lord of the Rings?” Steve asked.

Dustin nodded. “By the same author, it’s a sequel to The Hobbit… sort of –” He trailed off, walking over to Steve’s bedside table and picking up his book.

“It was my Dustin’s,” Steve said quietly.

Dustin examined it closely before he opened it to the first page. Written in the right corner was ‘property of Dustin Henderson’ in a looping, childlike script. He could see Dustin’s hand grip the book tighter.

“It’s the same as mine,” he said in an awed voice, “the handwriting and placement, it even has the same rip in the cover.”

Steve didn’t know what to say to that. Didn’t know how to talk about parallel universes and why some things seemed to carry through and others didn’t.

“Thank you for the books, it’ll be nice to have something new to read.”

Dustin put The Hobbit down and turned to smile at him. “I can’t wait to talk about them with you! Steve wasn’t much of a reader. Who’s your favourite character? What’s your favourite part?”

Before Steve could even begin to think of a response to his questions, the doorbell rang again. Dustin was still smiling at him, waiting for him to answer, but Steve definitely couldn’t handle an exuberant Dustin one on one.

“We should go down,” he said instead, “and see who that is.”

Dustin didn’t seem disappointed as he turned towards the door and they both went downstairs. Will was already letting Max, Lucas, and Mike in when they rounded the corner into the living room. Eleven was standing off to the side and Dustin was just ahead of him. It felt like a moment out of a horror movie as the six of them all turned to look at him. It was the first time since the hospital they had all been together. His gaze slowly went around the room, taking each of them in. His kids; beautiful and alive and… not his. He felt on display as they all looked back at him. He crossed his arms across his chest as he felt the panic start to rise.

Will clapped his hands and all eyes turned to him, allowing Steve a moment to breathe.

“Everybody downstairs!” he called out.

“Hi, Steve,” Max said smiling as she walked by him.

“Steve.” Lucas nodded at him as he followed her.

“Hey,” Mike said.

Dustin went too and then it was just him, Will and Eleven. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was a bad idea; he wasn’t ready for them all. It already felt like too much, their eyes too heavy.

“Are you okay?” Eleven inquired.

He took a deep breath and nodded – he needed to get this over with. Will started walking over to him as a knock sounded on the door. He went to open it and Steve saw Robin and Eddie standing on the other side. Will moved back so they could come in and he closed the door behind them. Robin came right over and gave him a quick hug and a peck on his cheek.

“Harrington,” Eddie said and… it hurt. Steve thought the way Eddie said his last name would always hurt.

He tried not to show it as they went into the basement. It was Steve’s first time seeing it. There was a big comfortable couch and chairs surrounding a television and a huge table at the back of the room with DnD stuff completely covering its surface. Everyone was getting settled so Steve went to sit down in one of the empty chairs. He fiddled with his hands as he waited for everyone to get comfortable.

“What did you want to talk about, Steve?” Dustin asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Now was the moment. Back out or keep going? He needed to know what was different about him. He wouldn’t have peace until he knew what the defining moment Other Steve had that he didn’t. He needed to know.

“Tell me about him,” he said. “Tell me about Steve.”

Shared looks went around the room before Dustin started speaking. He settled in and listened intently to the story of Steve Harrington.

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At the end, Steve was surprised. At least in terms of the kids and The Upside Down, their stories were the same. There was still a lot of his early life that he was missing though. They were looking at him intently, waiting for him to get his thoughts together, waiting for him to speak.

“A lot of it is the same. Except the end, obviously…” Steve trailed off.

“What were you like in high school?” Eddie asked suddenly, looking at him intently. He had asked the same question in the hospital. Steve hadn’t answered then, but for some reason the question really mattered to Eddie.

“I was a sort of popular I guess, friendly with everyone and no one tried shit with me or my friends. I was on the swim team but wasn’t the star by any stretch. Most days I hung out with Nancy, Jonathan and Barb. Got closer with the kids in ’83 when everything went to shit. I wasn’t the best at school but Nancy helped me pass. Me and Eddie became friends at Scoops and Robin joined the group after Vecna killed Chrissy in her room.”

“What about Tommy and Carol?” Eddie questioned.

“What about them?”

“You weren’t friends?”

“Why would I be their friend? They were assholes.”

The room was very quiet. They all looked at each other. Back and forth.

“So, no King Steve?” Robin stressed.

He shook his head. “I don’t even know what that means.”

Eddie and Robin took over the story, filling in a big missing piece from the kids’ retelling. Robin had mentioned a bit of what Steve had been like in high school, but they told him the rest of what they knew of him then. The popular jock who ruled the school, the bully who didn’t care about anyone else. By all accounts a mean asshole. Robin told him what happened with Nancy and Jonathan and how Steve had been introduced to The Upside Down. How he could have left, could have avoided all of it… but he went back. Then getting closer with the kids… and then the rest.

King Steve. The first key difference then…but it still didn’t explain why. Why would being ‘King Steve’ make a difference in their ending when the moments before were so similar? Why? Why? Why?

“… I still don’t understand why you want me here. I’m not your Steve. I’m a goddamn coward and I don’t deserve to be here. I don’t deserve to have any of you.”

“There are echoes, Steve,” Dustin said earnestly. “Parallel universes. Not divergent, parallel. There are going to be differences, some of them big – like you living – some of them small – like your favourite colour or something – but a thread is going to weave through them all. You said yourself that most of the big things are the same. You’re not a coward.”

Steve couldn’t help but shake his head at his words. Dustin got up and stood in front of him, he waited until Steve met his eyes before he asked, “did you help Nancy and Jonathan against the Demogorgan?”

He hesitated a moment before he nodded.

“Did you help me look for Dart and defend us at the bus?”

He nodded.

“Did you fight Billy and go into the tunnels with us?”

Steve could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him. Heavy. So heavy. Tears pricked at the back of his eyes. He nodded.

“Did you get tortured by the Russians and help us defeat the Mind Flayer?”

He nodded.

“Did you fight with us against Vecna?”

He stared up at him, eyes hard, but Dustin refused to look away – looked back at him just as hard until Steve finally nodded once.

“How does any of that make you a coward, Steve?”

“Can’t you see how that same thread was leading up to a predetermined moment where I was supposed to die protecting one of you? I spat in the face of destiny and my family suffered the consequences for it.”

More looks around the room, a question going around that no one would be blunt enough or cruel enough to ask. But they didn’t have to ask it. Steve knew what the question was. The question he had been dreading since they had torn him out of his universe and told him that every other Steve Harrington had died a goddamn fucking hero. He remembered the fear. Fear for himself and for everyone else. How chaotic everything was once the battle had started, how immediately the plan went to absolute shit.

“I don’t know why I didn’t. There wasn’t a moment that screamed ‘if I step in front of that blow, then Eleven can take him down, or if I lead away the bats, they’ll have a chance to do something.’ I was scared… Everyone was failing, struggling, and I – I could see that we were going to lose and I just…didn’t want to die,” he finished quietly, ashamed. He turned away; he didn’t want to look at them. Didn’t want to see the disappointment or the pity in their eyes.

“I don’t know what made me different from all the other Steves. I don’t know what they saw during the final battle or how they knew what to do to save everyone. I don’t know.” Steve put his head in his hands and cried. He had been afraid and he didn’t want to die, there was no other answer. No absolution. No justification. No forgiveness.

Dustin’s hands gripped him and pulled so Steve’s head rested on his shoulder. His arms came around him and he whispered, “it’s okay, Steve,” over and over. But Steve shook his head… because it wasn’t.

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings,” Dustin whispered into his hair as Steve tried to breathe.

But Steve wasn’t the snow. He was the fire and the dragon.

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Steve didn’t like to go out during the day, finding the sun too bright, too much. Leaving the house at night felt safer, more comfortable. He was used to the darkness. The sun was something he thought he would never see again – and was now something he denied himself.

Steve wandered the streets, lost in thought. The kids had left after he had stopped crying, he could tell they wanted to stay but Eleven and Will convinced them to go. Robin had stayed for longer, but he wanted to be alone and she had left too. Eleven and Will tried to get him to watch a movie but he told them he was tired, spent the rest of the day in bed but couldn’t sleep. He had left as soon as he knew everyone else was sleeping. He didn’t know how he would ever be able to face any of them again. He didn’t want to. Didn’t want to see the pity and sadness in their eyes – didn’t want to feel the weight of their memories and expectations anymore.

Steve tried to remember the last time he had been happy – truly and peacefully happy – and the moment that came to mind was when he thought he was dead. When he thought he was in heaven, reunited with his family. When he thought everything was over and he could finally rest. He wanted that feeling back. It was all too hard and he didn’t know how to let it go – the anger, the pain, the guilt. He was drowning in it. He had clutched those feelings tightly to his chest when he thought they were all he had left, but now they were suffocating him. But worst than the anger or the pain or the guilt was the fucking hope.

It was trying to wriggle its way in and he couldn’t take it. It hurt worse than anything he had ever felt before. The hope that he could live a happy life here… but…

His kids were dead and it was his fault.

How could he ever let himself be happy when his kids were dead? How could he ever move on and live when his kids were dead? So, the hope had to die too. He didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t accept it. Couldn’t let it in. He had to atone. Had to make the sacrifice he didn’t make the first time and set everything right.

Endings.

The quarry was quiet when he arrived, though an angry wind kicked up around him as he stood at the ledge. The stars shone brightly and it was a beautiful night to die. If there was a God, he would be reunited with his family when he died, even if he was in the wrong universe. He prayed that his soul would know where to go, that it would find them. He felt bad about leaving the kids here – but they didn’t need him, he didn’t know why they thought they did. Other Steve had taken good care of them. They would be fine. He hoped that they would never find his body, would believe that he had simply… left.

He looked over the edge, at the long way down. The fear he had always felt in the presence of danger was silent for the first time. All he felt was peace. He was going home.

Steve took a deep breath, looked up at the stars, and raised his foot.

Part 7

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Synopsis: Steve hits his lowest point after learning about the life of Other Steve. He is tormented because he believes that learning about his life only confirms that he is a coward who failed his kids at the moment he should have saved them. Nothing in Other Steve’s story explains why their endings are so different. He is tired of his guilt and wants to rest with his kids, he goes to the quarry and contemplates jumping.

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Price, Ghost, And Gaz React To Their To A Sketch Their S/O Drew Of Them

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John "Captain" Price:

John had gotten out of the shower and walked into the bedroom that you and John shared. As you put on his grey sweatpants, he saw your sketchbook out on the dresser and it was left open with a sketch of him, sleeping. He picked up to get a better look at it and smiled softly. You sketched him perfectly. The settle details that you drew along his chest hair and the way his necklace dangled along his chest. You drew his dark brown hair messy like it always was in the morning that you loved so much. "Hey baby? What do you want to do for -oh you found my sketch of you", You said, as you walked into the bedroom, where John was. "When did you draw this?", John asked, as he looked over at you. "Uhm...I-I drew it the other day when you arrived home. You looked so peaceful and happy. I wanted to admire what I saw and you were perfect just laying there", you said, looking up at John who smiled at you. "Well, I have to say, this is a beautiful drawing. Could be your muse,yeah?",John said, as he turned towards you and chuckled. "I mean, you could me my muse. Don't worry you don't have to leave your shirt off...unless you want to", You said, smiling, biting your lip and running your hands over his shirtless torso. "Mm love, I'll be your muse anytime. Oh! Also, do you wanna do takeout for dinner? We can order from that Chinese place we love or I can cook something up here", John said, pecking your neck softly then traveling up to your lips, kissing you gently as he held onto your hips. You smiled, your hands holding the sides of his face and kissed him back. "We don't have a bunch of food so we'll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow so Chinese sounds good", you said, wrapping your arms around him. "Sounds good to me. Let's order love", John said, as he put your sketchbook back down on the dresser and followed you out into the living room. You draw him a lot now and he loves seeing your drawing.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Simon was in the living room of the apartment that you two shared, looking for his necklace. He turned and saw your sketchbook laid out on a page where you had drawn him. Simon looked at it and picked it up. He saw how well you drew, even the minor details. He noticed how well you took the time to draw him, from the way his hair was, his eyes and his clothes. "Hey baby, did you find your-oh you found my sketch of you", you said, looking up at him. "When did you draw this?", Simon said, still looking at the sketch then looking down at you. "Remember when I came down to base to visit you because you couldn't come home yet due to the mission being on hold? When we were in your quarters, I could help but draw you sitting there. You looked so peaceful. I can get rid of it if you want me to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable", you said, looking down. Simon put the sketch book back down on the table, lifted your chin up so you could look at him and kissed you passionately. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back, causing him to hum softly. "No, I don't want you to get rid of it and you didn't make me uncomfortable at all, lovie. Maybe you could keep it like a personal collection?", Simon said, giving you a soft smile. "Ok then. I'll keep it in my personal collection, then. You wouldn't mind if I keep drawing you? I'll keep them hidden", You said, keeping your eyes on him. "I won't mind at all, lovie. Also, have you seen my necklace? I haven't seen it", Simon said, looking around the room until he saw that you pulled his necklace out from the dresser. "Oh that's where it was. Thank you", Simon said, putting his necklace back on and letting it dangle from his chest. "Your welcome, Si. Wanna come cuddle with me for a while?", You said. "Yes, I'd love to do that", Simon said, as you took his hand and guided him to the bedroom where you two then laid down. He smiled as he was close to his body. Lowkey, he loved the drawing that you did of him and makes him love you even more.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

Kyle was going through some paperwork in the office of the home that you two shared. As he got up, he saw your sketchbook laid out and opened to a sketch of him. You took your time with the details. Kyle always admired your sketches that you did. "Hey baby, you do-oh..you found my sketch of you", you said,looking up at him. "Princes, when did you draw this?", Kyle asked, looking back at you. "You remember that small trip that we took a few weeks ago when we went to the beach? I couldn't help but to draw you. You looked so happy and relieved. You're quite beautiful to draw, baby", you said, and gave him a small smile. "Well, this is a lovely picture. Maybe I'll let you sketch me more often, yeah? I can take my shirt off for you", Kyle said, biting his lip, while smiling at you. "I'd love to sketch you more, but you taking off your shirt will become a distraction", You said, as you wrapped your arms around him and felt his hands grab your waist. "But you love when I distract you. Especially when I do this", Kyle said, he kissed you passionately. Your hands traveled to touch the back of his hair before you pulled away for a second. "Mm that is a very good distraction, baby. But I need to-", you said, before getting cut off again but Kyle's lips. You kissed him back as he held onto you tightly before pulling away from your lips again. "Don't get rid of that sketch. It's really good and would it be ok If I kept it?", Kyle said. "Of course you can keep it. Oh hey, what do you want to do for lunch? I'm starving", you said still having yourself wrapped around him. "Hmm, I can grill up some hamburgers on the grill. You ok with that?", Kyle asked, while giving you a soft smile. You nodded before kissing his cheek and leaving the room to go help get everything. He took one last look at the sketch. He knew he found the love of his life and loved you even more.

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love-bugsy · 2 months

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trouble | jason todd

the worst thing about love (three) / series masterlist

you’re just trying to get through your surgical residency, but this masked vigilante keeps showing up half-dead on your fire escape and reminding you of your dead best friend. oh well, at least he's cute.

tw: no editing, allusions to character death, (haphazard) depictions of grief, mentions of blood and injuries, swearing, completely ooc Jason bc he’s just my lil guy, medical terminology learned from greys anatomy lol

only jerks steal other people’s writing and mine isn’t even that good so no reposts

The paint on your door is chipping, some of it flaking off when you shove it in that particular way to unstick the lock, dropping your keys on the side table in your entryway. Your eyes flick down to your watch, bleary eyes reading that you’ll only get a solid four hours of sleep tonight - by fault of a sadistic attending with a mountain of charts. Still half-asleep, you lock your door, habitually double-checking the deadbolt. Good ol’ Gotham. Taking a single step into your apartment, you freeze. Faint sound echoes from the living room; your TV is on.

Cold fear spills down your spine - you aren’t under any delusions that your neighbourhood is safe, but people here usually keep to themselves. You pull your baseball bat out of the umbrella stand by the door, clammy palms gripping the barrel too tightly. Wielding the bat haphazardly, you creep into your living room.

Old cartoon reruns play tinnily on your shitty TV, the nostalgia doing nothing to calm the prickling anxiety that crawls up the sides of your neck. Rounding the corner fully, you brace yourself for a murderous intruder to leap out at you; heartbeat in your throat.

Instead, your anxious heaving is broken by a gruff mumble from a lump taking up half of your couch. Fucking Red Hood. It’s the third time this month. Shoulders sagging, you pinch the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut like he’ll disappear when you’re not looking. You swear that mask glints at you mockingly when you look up again. You set the bat down, pulling off your coat and unwinding the maroon scarf around your neck. You’re being influenced, birdie.

You approach the couch, stepping around muddy boot prints to turn the television off. You drop your bag against the coffee table and slot yourself between Red Hood’s wide-spread legs. He’s slumped upright in the middle of your couch, one arm slung out over the back; scuffed leather jacket chucked over the other side. Something stutters in your chest at the sight of him taking up so much space in your home; the evidence of his presence.

You think he’s unconscious at first, but there’s a tenseness to his shoulders still; a rigidity you’ve seen lax when he was bleeding on your living room floor. The sight of him so relaxed spurs you into a bit of a panic - you doubt he would ever be so unguarded unless he had a serious injury.

Reaching out, you feel around his torso, frowning at the rough patch of dried blood seeping from his left shoulder. You unbuckle his makeshift pauldron and hunt around in your work bag for a pair of scissors to cut away his sleeve. You’re leaning over him with the scissors when he huffs, head shifting in his sleep. You flinch - nearly nicking him - and draw back holding the scissors a safe distance away.

“Shit!” You gasp out, as his mask lifts to meet your eyes. He lets out a gravelly laugh at your shock and you frown, taking your scissors to his sleeve again.

“Not gonna buy me dinner first?” He rasps drowsily. You can hear the shit-eating grin he’s sporting under the mask and you shoot him a dry look - fighting a smile as you gently pull his sleeve away. Pursing your lips at the dried blood caking his shoulder, you press around to find the wound, pausing when he draws in a sharp breath. You raise an incredulous brow.

“Is this a bullet wound?” You don’t know how he manages to look sheepish from behind the mask. He winces when you start cleaning away blood with an alcohol wipe.

“You should… shit- you should see the other guy.” You purse your lips a little, focused on cleaning the wound. Occasionally, he huffs when you get a little too close to his injury. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from scolding him for getting shot in the first place. You should examine him impartially - years of training scream that one oversight could be fatal - instead, you slip up into something instinctual; something gentle.

“Jesus, Red… this is… how the hell have you been keeping yourself alive?” For some reason this yanks a dry, barking laugh from him. That damn familiar laugh. You just can’t place it.

“You’d be surprised.” You give him as flat a look as you can manage, absently gnawing on your bottom lip as you examine his injuries. He flattens his head against the back of your couch, staring stoically up at the ceiling as you prod around the bullet wound. You yank your phone out of your pocket, aiming the weak flashlight at his shoulder. Shit. Bullet’s still in there.

He lifts his head when you turn your back to him, putting your phone down to grab what you need. You shoot him an apologetic look, “Got a bullet in there, Red.” He grunts, shifting so his shoulder is angled towards you. You pull on a pair of rubber gloves, dousing the palms in Betadine. “This is gonna hurt.” He huffs out an amused breath.

“Always does.” You lay a repentant hand on his other shoulder before digging your fingers into his wound, trying to find the shell. His breathing starts to get more laboured, his head lolling back a little. Wincing in his stead, you pull out what’s left of the bullet, wiping it off to see if there’s shrapnel still in his shoulder.

“You’re lucky, this looks intact.” You feel the way he looks at you, biting your bottom lip to hold in a laugh. He is less amused.

“Lucky, huh?” He says, gaze locked on the bullet as you hand it back to him - clean of his blood. Taking it in his good hand, he fiddles with it as you dig around for bandages in your first aid kit; you’re starting to run out. You find the bandages at the same time as you find your response; part fond, part disciplinary.

“Just be glad you don’t need stitches.” His head shifts slightly and you get the distinct feeling he’s trying to read you. He’s silent for a long while after, watching you bandage his injury quietly.

Not for the first time, you’re unsettled by the blank slate of his mask; you don’t like that you can’t figure him out. His anonymity makes the silence unnerving.

“So… you gonna tell me how you got shot?” He just looks at you, mask hiding any indication of his response.

“My self-preservation skills aren’t all that honed.” You can’t help the snort that escapes you at that, covering your mouth with both hands in embarrassment. You have to look away at how intensely he’s staring at you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you go back to securing his bandages.

“I noticed.” You mean for it to sound dry but you can’t fight the little smile that betrays you. You’re getting too comfortable with him, forgetting that he’s a killer, forgetting that he’s a criminal, forgetting that he isn’t him. Maybe that’s why you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Reminds me of someone I used to know.” Stupid.

“Never heard that one before. Maybe you should introduce us.” His tone is joking, but you tense up all the same.

“No.” You say, tightly, averting your eyes. It’s cold, and mean. You grit your teeth to stop the flood of memories. Red doesn’t notice.

“Ashamed of me are ya?” He teases, voice rumbling out of his modulator. The sound is somehow twisted, grating against your ears. Unknowingly wrenching up a buried grief into the pit of your stomach; kicking dirt in a minefield.

“He’s dead.” You marvel at how cold you sound, how detached, when your chest is tight with a phantom pain. He shifts up immediately, sobering in an instant. He reaches out a gloved hand, gently pulling your wrist from where you’d unconsciously crossed your arms. He rubs an apologetic circle into your pulse point.

“Shit, sorry.” You look away, though you know it’s unfair. He winces. “I didn’t- I’m…”

“... sorry.” You nearly drop the tray of dirty dishes you're carrying at the sight of Jason in your door; hand cradling his profusely bleeding nose. Shoving the tray onto the closest table, you sit him down at a chair behind the counter and wander off to find a clean towel. Wetting it under the sink, you sigh, nudging his hand away to tenderly daub at the blood under his nose.

The silence stretches, broken only by Jason’s foot tapping on the floor as he fidgets in the chair. He winces when you bring your hand up to check his nose and you snap.

“If this was one of those Castor boys again, I’m gonna kill ‘em.” That pulls a little smile out of him, imagining you up against those 6 foot ogres. You don’t think even the Gotham in you could give you a fighting chance with those two.

“S’okay. Can handle it.” Little crease between his brows. You sigh fondly, running a curious finger over the tiny scar on his cheekbone. If you were paying a little more attention, you might have noticed the red flush crawling up his neck at your touch.

“I know that. Doesn’t mean you should.”

“Sorry I… it just makes me so angry- I,” he huffs in a tight breath, like he can’t get enough air in, “I can’t stop myself.” You frown, torn between being angry at him or with him.

“I don’t want you to apologise, blue, just,” you draw in a pensive breath, brows furrowed, “They got you bad this time.”

“They were jumping a kid, ‘dee, couldn’t stand by and watch.” His hands are as restless as his bouncing leg and you feel a twinge of endearment and jealousy all at once. He’s always moving, so much that sometimes you feel like you’re at a standstill; only a matter of time before he leaves you behind - grit in your teeth and grit in your heart. But today, he’s your best friend and he could’ve gone anywhere, but he’s here. You wrinkle your nose, worry creasing your forehead.

“You and your hero complex.” You hand him the bloody cloth to fiddle with, before gingerly checking his nose again - barely ghosting your fingertips over his nose. You didn’t know - back then - what being careful meant - to him, to you - you just knew you meant it. Your eyes are locked on his nose when you speak again, “S’gonna get you killed one day.”

He narrows his eyes at you, head tilted to the side - a language you aren’t fluent in yet. He’s serious for a long moment, watching you dart your eyes away and begin to pick at the skin peeling off your fingers. His brows loosen.

“Not when I got you lookin’ out for me, birdie.” He shoots you a toothy grin - god, you love his grin. All his teeth bared like he never learned how to smile properly. You always want to make him smile like that. Still, you can’t help the way your brows knot up, jaw tight as you watch a trickle of blood drip from his nose.

“I’m tired of watching you get hurt, Jay.” The lump in your throat makes the words come out thick; the fear makes them small. Despite your best efforts to hide them, stubborn tears pool on your lashes as you blink furiously. Jason looks devastated.

“Shit.” He brings his free hand up to take your wrist, rubbing comforting circles against your pulse. (An effort to stop your tears that only makes them fall harder.) “I’m… I’m not used to people worrying about me. I’m sorry. Fuck, please don’t cry, I hate it when ya cry.”

You let out a watery laugh, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. The little voice that tells you you’re going to lose him one day. You must look utterly pathetic when you meet his gaze because he pulls you into a tight hug, tucking your head into his shoulder as you cry.

Distantly you recognise the uncomfortable position you’re folded in, nearly bent in half to press your face into his neck, his shoulders pushing against yours. You don’t know how long the hug lasts - a lifetime in a minute and a half - but when you finally pull back, eyes puffy and red, Jason hangs on to your wrist, thumb brushing the hollow where your hand meets your wrist.

“I got your shirt all wet,” you say, laughing self consciously, “I’m sorry.” Jason just shakes his head, grinning sheepishly.

“I got blood on yours.” You nearly get whiplash from how fast your head turns to your shoulder, which now sports a deep maroon splotch. Gross, nose blood. He laughs heartily at your expression, “Guess we’re even then, birdie?” You roll your eyes, pulling your hand from his grip to cross your arms over your chest, raising a brow when he pouts in return.

His eyes dart between your unamused expression and the clock behind your head, smile faltering a little. He has to go. You hold out a hand for the cloth and he jumps up - his constant energy is a marvel - dropping the bloodied tea towel in your open palm. He runs his hand under his nose, smearing a last drop of blood over his upper lip.

You stop him as he’s about to leave, running the clean corner of the cloth gently over his mouth to wipe away the mark. He looks straight into your worried gaze, bringing up a finger to smooth the crease between your brows. “Hey, birdie, no wrinkles over me.” Your mouth twists.

“S’you and me, ‘dee, promise. Not gonna go anywhere else.” Jason holds out his hand, pinky outstretched. He cocks his head with that stupid, glorious grin of his. “Come on, don’t leave me hanging.” You roll your eyes, wrapping his finger in yours.

“You and me, blue.”

“Doc?” You jolt back into the present, hands frozen over the clip you’re securing Red’s bandage with. His hand is still wrapped carefully around your wrist and you yank it back - face heating - letting his hand fall forlornly by his side.

“Shit, sorry, I- sorry.” You finish your, somewhat shoddy, job, chucking your supplies back into your bag haphazardly.

“You okay over there?” With your back to him, you hum a less than convincing agreement that he seems to believe. You hear him rustling about behind while you zip up your bag, and assume he’s getting ready to sneak out your window, leaving you with only traces of him until he fucks up on patrol again.

Instead, when you turn around, he’s holding out a scratched up burner phone, mask tilted. You shoot him a confused look, taking the phone into your hands.

“What… am I doing with this?” He laughs, and you fight the heat rising in your cheeks at the sound.

“You know, for someone so smart, you’re pretty dense sometimes.” Now your face really does feel hot, brows furrowing at his chastisement. He chuckles at your quiet indignation, pushing the phone closer to you, “Your number, pretty girl, so you don’t get scared half to death next time I show up.” You fumble the phone, glancing between him and it as you enter your phone number. You tuck your hair behind your ear as you hand it back to him, crossing your arms again.

“Next time, huh?” You think he might be smiling under the mask, though you’d never be able to tell.

“Not getting rid of me that easily, doc.” He gets up, dusting off invisible dirt from his pants. Absently, you follow him over to your window, sweeping up his leather jacket before he can. When you hand it to him, your hands brush - a cliche jolt sparking up your arm when you touch him. He looks away as he takes it.

Red ducks out of your apartment and onto the fire escape, putting the jacket on fluidly and adjusting his mask. He gives you a little mock salute and you shake your head, biting back a smile.

“Don’t text me unless it’s an emergency.” You say, not meaning it at all.

“Swear on m’life.” He returns, fingers crossed behind his back. He turns after a last, charged stare, grasping the railing with his good arm. Flustered, you scramble, not one to let him have the last word.

You lean out of your window as he swings, one-armed (christ almighty, your knees might be weak), down onto the fire escape below. “You can use my door, you know!”

He meets your stare from below, as you hang half out of your apartment. He belts out a chesty laugh, “Now where’s the fun in that?” He swings over the fire escape, and disappears into the night.

Oh yeah, you’re in trouble.

some “emergency” texts:

y’all I wish I had an excuse but the truth is just that I have adhd and I got really into pjo haha, uh so here’s chapter 3. it’s not great but it is done so I hope you guys enjoy it, gonna make less promises about my fucked up schedule now lol.

with love, bugsy :)

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hi! can you do a reaction where p1harmony (hyung line or all members whatever you want!) get jealous thank you!! 💟

when he’s jealous — P1HARMONY!hyung line

what are the boys like when they’re jealous? ft. hyung line!p1harmony x gn!reader genre! jealousy, fluff w/c! 1435

a/n: hi anon, thank you so much for requesting this! i hope it’s to your liking, and i’m sorry for the wait. i was a little stumped at first and kept making edits to my writing so this is the result of that :) maknae line will be coming up soon be on the look out for that and enjoy!

keeho

keeho loved having a workout buddy to accompany him especially when it was his significant other. so when you approached him several weeks ago to inform him that you wanted to take your fitness journey more seriously, keeho was more than willing to take you under his wing and guide you through your workouts. in that time, you quickly grew accustomed to gym culture and developed your own routine to follow.

on the days that the two of you were training, you’d show up to the gym in matching fits. everything was domestically cute that would surely have you biting your first if you were single and didn’t have keeho by your side to experience all of this together. nevertheless, everything thus far has helped you to progressively mend your relationship with your body and healthy habits.

it was arm day, for keeho at least. you, on the other hand, were preoccupied with the last set of squats to end another successful leg day. keeho intently watched you in the reflection of the mirror as he maxed out on the reps of bicep curls. his eyes never leaving your form whenever you would sink down into a squat position and pause for a couple of seconds before coming back up. you repeated this action nine more times and each time keeho stared.

when you completed your last rep and placed the bar back on the rack, a stranger was quick to approach you with a sly smile that keeho wanted to slap right off his face. you were startled at first, expecting it to be none other than your boyfriend to give you celebratory butt pats. to your dismay it was some random guy that wasn’t keeho and could never come close in line to your boyfriend even if they tried.

he was nice— to say the least— and complimented your form, thoroughly impressed at the amount of plates that you could squat. you weren’t sure if it was backhanded or coming from a place of genuine, but you could only smile and nod.

when he raised his hand for you to hi-five him you were hesitant to do so, and instead opted to give him a fist bump. forced laughter spilled past your lips.

keeho recognized your uncomfortable demeanor and was quick to set the dumbbells back in their previous spot. with long strides, he approached you from behind and slid his arms around your torso, his chin resting on your shoulder with a deadpan expression. keeho didn’t miss the way the guy’s face fell and a victorious smirk found its way on keeho’s lips when the stranger so easily got the message that you were indeed taken. they left soon after, not without giving you a dry “alright, see ya,” and walking away shamefully. you sighed, relieved that the uncomfortable interaction ended.

keeho’s embrace on you tightened and he briefly squeezed your figure in a possessive manner. he pressed a lazy kiss onto your neck and your breath hitched in your throat. “i just knew that idiot wouldn’t leave you alone unless i did something.” your boyfriend audibly huffed in annoyance and grumbled under his breath. something along the lines of needing to find a more private gym that wasn’t as public as the current one you both frequently visit, because he doesn’t need any more guys developing a gym crush on you.

theo

you see, most professors would assign groups or allow individuals to work by themselves when it comes to projects. not pair people one-on-one. at least that’s what theo thinks. like, c’mon, it’s almost ridiculous.

“it is not,” you rolled your eyes and continued to type on the shared document between you and your partner. the soft tapping of your fingers dancing along the keys overlapping with the other white noises in the small coffee shop.

the two— sorry, three— of you were sharing a table in the corner of a cafe that a lot of other uni students frequented to. you, being one of them. almost all of the employees know you by now that they have your regular order memorized. it’s almost flattering but a little embarrassing given the fact that you’re always here due to school related purposes. today was one of those days. the only difference being out of the ordinary was that you were here to collaborate with your partner for the upcoming deadline of your project. and of course theo was here too for who knows why.

he bumped into you when your last class for the afternoon finished and has since then invited himself into your plans for the remainder of the day.

“sorry that took so long,” a masculine voice interrupts your thoughts and you look up to see hyunsuk carrying both of your drinks. the tallest of the trio slid into the chair next to yours and gently placed your drink near your laptop. you thanked hyunsuk and proceeded to update him about your recent findings on the topic of your assignment.

theo surveyed you from across the table with a sour expression. it was so obvious you were smitten, downbad horrendous, and whipped for this hyunsuk guy. hell, you literally have hearts in your eyes whenever you look at him. he watches intensely at the way hyunsuk leans in close whenever you show him something on your laptop, the way he pats your head and praises you for doing the bare minimum, and how he gives you that look that screams he’s just as interested in you as you are to him.

the scowl on theo’s face deepens and he crosses his arms, grunting under his breath and almost kicking hyunsuk in the shin. (curse his stupid long legs and 6 foot height).

theo weighs out his options: leave so that he no longer has to feel like a thirdwheel, or suck it up for the next two hours and stay to make sure that the flirty tension between you and hyunsuk doesn’t escalate any further. your giggling diverts theo’s attention and the wrinkles etched in his skin intensify even further. this was going to be a long two hours.

jiung

you and jiung shared a lot of mutual friends. reason being that the two of you attended high school together and were associated with the same group of people throughout those four years. there was one person in particular whom you were the closest with, and although much of your other friends may have placed a bet that you would end up dating each other, the outcome was shocking.

you and jiung started dating three months ago, and it was your idea to softlaunch the status of your relationship with him on instagram.

let’s just say, that day the group chat exploded and your notifications could not be put to rest.

jiung is not the type to get jealous easily nor showcase negative emotions around you. not because he doesn’t want to, but because as a virgo man he rather not put it on for display. you’re almost thankful for that part of his nature yet sometimes you wish you could also see the ‘bad’ parts to him.

everyone was gathered in yunjin’s living room after stuffing their faces with homestyle kbbq for dinner. jiung excused himself to use the bathroom and you were left to your own devices to talk with intak. he was showing you another one of his songs he wrote with a friend and you awed at the lyrical composition. by the time jiung finished his business in the bathroom and came back, you were too distracted browsing through intak’s notes of finished and unfinished songs to notice your boyfriend’s presence.

the blonde bit his lip, not wanting to disturb your peace and quietly sat there. five minutes passed and you were still too entranced with intak’s talent for songwriting that jiung decided to do something. he grabbed your hand to hold in his and you perked up at the familiar slim fingers entwining with yours. “hi babe!” you chirped. intak left your side to be the first in line for dessert leaving just you and jiung on the loveseat.

jiung was quiet at first and refused to speak but the pad of his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin signaled he was listening to you. you look at him with curiosity and his eyes meet yours. “are you jelly?” you tease, poking his side and he frowns just a little. “no,” jiung grumbles. you hug his arm and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, snuggling closer to his side with a guilty smile.

tl;dr: keeho is the passive-aggressive type when he sees someone try to flirt with you. he’ll usually do some sort of pda that may be slightly out of character for him but his actions are sweet and hard to resist. theo is very much pouty and non-confrontational, he will keep to himself when jealous and tries to endure the torture of you with someone else. jiung is similar to theo but his facial expressions do all the talking for him, he tends to act distant in the face of jealousy but it never lasts long anyways.

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