#Still salty I can’t get the song on my phone

[mapofthesea]

ceos!rapline x reader, fem!reader, poly!rapline, bi!rapline

genre: smut (pwp), fluff

word count: 6.1k 

summary: having three ceo boyfriends comes with its perks- namely the financial freedom to pursue your artistic talents and always getting the jewelry you ask for- but like everything, your luxuries come at a price. 

a price that just so happens to be arriving in their office to satisfy them at every call.

warnings: this is SMUT! They're all fucking, okay? Everyone is also very in love, rapline are little bi babies. Swearing and tension (related to business things that have the boys pent up), they are all sickeningly in love. Specific smut warnings include: dom!rapline x sub!reader, dirty talk, intentional voyeurism, praise and degradation, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, spitting, hair pulling, grinding (in several varieties), technically public sex but behind closed doors, unprotected sex (hey, don’t do this irl), anal play, double penetration, multiple orgasms, cum eating, overstimulation, aftercare ofc!

an: hi, I’m back to write about the nasty things I dream about sometimes. This one is pretty intense so please read the warnings above carefully, and as always if you're under 18 or uncomfortable with the content pleaseeee do not read it. I do not proofread so if there are typos I apologize! (ps the title is inspired by one of my favorite songs about sex, so do yourself a favor and listen to Natural by The Driver Era if you haven’t!)

“I don’t fucking think I approved that!” Namjoon growls into his phone. You can feel the anger coming off of him in waves as he grips the device in his veiny hand. You admire him for a second; the set line of his jaw, the sexy furrow of his brow. Whoever is on the other side of the conversation speaks rapidly again, likely apologizing, and yours ears strain to catch any context. 

You only get to focus for a few seconds before Namjoon’s stare slides to you. His eyebrow raises and you know immediately what he wants. The carpet is beginning to pinch into your knees anyway so you’re glad for the imminent distraction. 

You were in the middle of a new painting when he called you to his office; hands flecked with dry paint and still in yesterdays’ pajamas but you dropped everything and rushed over. It had been like that as long as you could remember- you more than happy to be at your boyfriends’ beck and call as you got to reap the benefits of their job status. It didn't always end up like this when you visited but there’s no denying the spark of pleasure that rides up your spine as Namjoon silently commands you from above. 

He’s already hard beneath his work pants; the expensive silky material stretching around his impressive length. You clench your naked thighs together and pull on his waistband to undo the button and slide down the metal fly. He offers you nothing but a tick of his jaw as you work and the idea drives you crazy, hips rocking uselessly against the air. 

He sighs, and you can’t tell if it's because of the phone call or because you’ve wrapped your delicate hand around his length, tugging at him gently until you have a firm grasp on the base. 

You’ve done this enough to know that getting right to work will get you what you need faster, and there’s no denying how much you love sucking his cock. 

The head is leaking salty precum and you fight the urge to moan as you lick at it and sample his familiar taste. Wetness pools between your legs and your eyes roll back as you gather more of him in your throat. The stretch is pleasant and grounding; familiar enough that you feel an odd sense of peace wash over you as you swallow around his thickness. 

He drops a hand to your hair to push it away from your eyes, gently tucking the pieces behind your ears. You smile around your mouthful of his cock. Saliva dribbles from your lips into your lap and you flush as if the reality of your situation had just hit. Namjoon ruts his hips, clearly unhappy with your pausing, and you double down. It doesn’t take long for the sounds to become overwhelming, the lewd squelching of your tongue working over his cock that you hope can't be heard over the phone. 

“Is that my job? Or is that not exactly what I fucking hired you to do? I pay you way too much for you to be so god damn stupid.” The venom in Namjoon’s voice makes your head spin. Although the words aren't directed at you, the serious tone of his voice is so familiar that your pussy hums and your hips rock forward desperately; searching for the friction your plush thighs can't provide. 

You whine, hoping to draw his attention enough that he'll end the call, but he just shakes his head and taps his foot. Tears of frustration brim hot behind your eyes and his soften just a bit, pointedly glancing down between your thighs where his foot continues to tap. You pull off of his cock, wiping your mouth as you recollect yourself and try to put together the pieces he’s offering to you. He must read your confusion because he tangles his hand in your hair anew, angling your head down to look below yourself. 

His foot; clad in an expensive, shiny leather boot stares back at you. He taps it again, and your head swims. Is he suggesting what you think he is? Hot anticipation strikes your veins as he speaks again. 

“You’re right. That’s what I want you to do.” You know he's still on the call; as he still only uses one hand to guide you back to his cock, but the double edged meaning of the sentences affirms you. 

Your head spins and speeds up all at the same time as you lower yourself enough that you can keep some of his cock in your mouth at the same time your pussy grazes the material of his shoe. 

It's cold and firm, and your mind goes blank as you rut against it. He flexes his foot to adjust the pressure against your clit and you go wild, heart pounding in your chest as you speed up. Out of all the debauched things you’d done in your life of dating your boyfriends, grinding against shoes worth more than your car payment is near the top of the list. Your stomach tightens with every drag and you’ve all but abandoned sucking his cock; just holding it in the warmth of your mouth as you let out pathetic little moans. 

Your orgasm approaches rapidly, punctuated when you look down to see how your juices leave a shiny, sticky trail over his boot. Your heart stammers and you can feel your oncoming release only seconds away when a loud, reverberating bang ruptures your focus. Namjoon’s cock falls completely out of your mouth as you squeak, but your body is so close to the edge of pleasure that you hips keep moving shamelessly. You have no idea who or what just came into his office; but you can't find it in yourself to give a shit. 

“Oh, fuck! I’m coming,” you grip Namjoon’s pant leg and mouth at the fabric as you bear your weight completely on his shoe and rock yourself to completion. 

White flashes behind your eyes and you shiver, clinging to his strong thigh as tears of relief leak from your eyes. 

“Well this is a pleasant surprise,” Yoongi’s husky voice comes with the gentle touch of his fingers brushing your sweaty hair off of your neck. 

“Yoongi!” You keen, leaning into the touch, still a bit too frazzled to move. Namjoon takes the moment to tease his boot back against your clit and you cry out, hips twitching away from him with a whine. 

“Sensitive, honey?” Hoseok calls, and although you knew he was likely there, the confirmation makes you flush. You turn slowly, unearthing your face from Namjoon’s thigh. 

You can't help but feel worshipped under their gaze. Hoseok is staring openly at your ass, admiring the curve created by your squatted position and you’re sure the sheen of your arousal is shining on the insides of your thighs for him. Yoongi  is closer, kneeling just a few inches away from you on the carpet and you smile, practically falling into his warm embrace. He catches you easily and hums. 

“We didn’t know you were here, love. But you made quite the entrance.” His teasing only reignites the fire inside of you; already ready for whatever other plans the trio might have for you. Yoongi has his hand on your ass in a split second, groping the flesh and spreading you open to the groan of approval from Namjoon. 

The sound of his voice reminds you of his abandoned cock and you glance back at him from Yoongi’s embrace. His cock is slick with your spit and flushed angry red at the tip. 

“Sorry, Joonie.” You pout at his state and his cock twitches in response; prompting him to grab it and give himself a sharp tug. Your mouth waters at the sight and you long to have him in your mouth again, but Yoongi tugs you back to him when you start to move. 

“He can wait.” The dominating current in Yoongi’s voice makes you immediately pliant, lurching forward as his fingers ghost along your sodden pussy. You keen, pressing your breasts into him as your back arches. His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum, and it’s near impossible to miss the feeling of him hardening beneath you. 

You catch sight of Hoseok, who had made quick work of shedding his suit jacket and button down top. His tanned skin glows luminous; the light dusting of hair on his lower stomach tempting you to lick your lips. His belt hangs half undone from the loops; the silver clasp reflecting the light in Namjoon’s office. You reach for him with cute grabby hands and he fights an endeared smile as he strides over to you. Yoongi presses a kiss into the space where your neck and shoulder meet before he surprisingly relinquishes you. 

Hoseok pulls your body upward as if you weigh nothing. He steadies you with a curl of his fingers around your bare hip and you shiver at the delicate touch. Long ago, he made a habit of tracing the delicate silvery threads of your stretch marks- mapping the part of you which used to make you shy away from his affection. Now you lean into the touch readily and he smiles to coax the dimples out from his cheeks. 

“Pretty baby,” his eyes search your own before he kisses the tip of your nose, the cleft of your upper lip, the corner of your mouth...everywhere except your lips. Immediately you pout at him, trying to entice another smooch out of him with the pitiful look. A smirk that makes your stomach roll follows, punctuated by the mischief in his warm brown eyes. 

“You want a kiss?” His voice strikes low and hot through your abdomen. You can feel the ghost of his lips just centimeters from your own and you shiver, nipples standing to attention. 

It’s such an odd feeling to anticipate a kiss from someone you’ve been kissing for so long. You’re no stranger to Hoseok’s tricks; the way he and your other boyfriends relish in watching you squirm as they make you wait for the simple pleasure of your lips meeting their own, but you take solace in knowing that at the end of the day they’re just as affected as you. 

Hoseok is craving this kiss just as much as you are as your heart rate spikes; dreaming of the cosmic feeling that will be born from this quite simple delay. You feel him exhale against your face and only then do you realize your eyes had fluttered shut. You snap them open, eager to watch the moment when he leans in. He smiles, showing off his row of perfect teeth; and then promptly sinks to the ground in front of you.

An affronted gasp falls from your lips before you can stop it. Namjoon laughs heartily behind you, and it only takes a second before he’s blessing your line of sight-finally rid of all the pesky layers of clothes that were hiding him. 

Namjoon is nothing if not disciplined, and his recent forays to the gym have certainly been paying off. His biceps look absolutely delectable, and its impossible to miss the tantalizing trail of muscle that has begun to form at his pelvis, encouraging you to look further to the cock you were forced to abandon earlier. You still itch for him-always itch for him, for all of them- but he seems unbothered by the weight of his stiffened cock for the moment. 

Hoseok’s hair tickles at your upper thigh and you stutter a moan. Seated so perfect and handsome below you, Hoseok has wasted no time in pulling his dress pants down just enough that his cock greets you. It’s hard and weeping, creating a dark stain on the light gray pants he had laid out on the dresser last night. 

“Hobi,” you whine at the sight of him eyeing you from his place on the floor. He raises a playful eyebrow and nods, as to encourage your words. 

“What’s up?” He asks, tracing his fingers along the insides of your slick thighs, never close enough to where you actually need him. “I don’t know what you need if you don’t tell me.” 

Your clit throbs under his words- despite their gentle nature you know he’s not kidding. He really would sit here all night, waiting for you to ask for him to dive into your pussy. Fortunately, he's not the only voice in the room. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi growls, stalking over to the pair of you. His cologne engulfs you as he circles your body like a well trained predator. Now naked, the contrast of his bright red hair strikes even more bold against his milky skin. 

“Little one is clearly too dumb to talk to us today...” his eyes are cool and calculating of your trembling figure. His elegant hands flex as he rounds you again, taking claim at the top of Hoseok’s head. You can feel the man’s breath stutter against your thigh at the touch and it’s oddly comforting to know that all of you are in the same boat of overwhelming attraction to one another. 

Yoongi tuts, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Namjoon, who seems happy to just be watching for the moment, occasionally stroking himself to the show. Your breasts heave with every breath of anticipation. 

“What’s her little pussy telling you, Hobi?” Yoongi’s dangerous gaze slides down between your legs as Hoseok pulls your thighs apart. Happily you spread them just enough that he can get an eyeful of your sodden core. 

Despite having just come a few moments ago you’re more than ready for more- slick with your own arousal and feeling wired to come at the slightest touch. 

“Telling me she’s lonely...” his voice takes on a whining edge and you agree with a moan of your own, nodding rapidly. 

“And what should we do about that?” Yoongi hums. It takes you embarrassingly long to realize he's asking you. There are options here, you know, but the glint in Yoongi’s eye tells you there’s an answer he would be more partial to at the moment. 

“Your tongue,” the word stutters out of you. Yoongi smirks, runs his fingers over his top lip as if in thought. 

“Mine?” 

Your brain short circuits and you’re immediately shaking your head yes, and then no. His brows furrow as a genuine concern breaks his indifferent mask. You swallow around the lump in your throat. 

“Wan’ you and Hobi. Please?” Hoseok moans, and you’re sure that he’s stroking himself as you play this little game with Yoongi. 

Yoongi’s grin returns tenfold. “My needy little slut, huh? Just one can never be enough for that pussy. Always need more, and more.” You expect him to nudge Hoseok aside for room, but instead he circles you once more before sinking to his knees behind you. 

His hot breath ghosts against your ass and your mind instantly runs wild with realization. Your eyes must grow wide because Namjoon coos at you just before the tongues comes to life. 

Hoseok, who had clearly been waiting long enough, takes no preamble and dives right into your pussy, forcing your legs further apart. His tongue immediately presses against your clit, pulsing the nerves with little teasing flicks. Yoongi quickly follows suit, latching his mouth around your entrance and sucking. The room spins with pleasure and your thighs are already shaking before a minute has passed. Your hips have nowhere to go to escape the sensations, and Hoseok and Yoongi’s insistence on pushing further into you means that you can feel their tongues meeting in the middle; overlapping one another with the same fervor as a heated kiss. 

You can't help but look down your body, trying to catch any glimpse of the men working you over with their tongues. Hoseok’s full head of hair blocks your sight  slightly, but through the gaps of his limbs you see a slender, pale hand wrapped around his cock. It’s only now you realize Yoongi only has one hand anchored to your hip, the other presently preoccupied around Hoseok’s cock. You watch him run his thumb over the slit, collecting Hoseok’s sticky pearlescent precum before giving him several languid strokes in the same rhythm his tongue prods you open.

The sight is so erotic that tears spring forward as your hands flail, unsure of whose head to grasp. Your orgasm is just inches away, and you warn them both as such with a shake in your voice. Hoseok redoubles his efforts, the hinge of his jaw working sinfully to tease your clit with the same rapid circles he employs when he fingers you. 

The world blanks as you come, feeling the rush of wetness that gushes out of you being drunk up by Yoongi’s greedy mouth. Your stomach caves as you ride the feeling, tugging on Hoseok’s hair in a futile effort to get him off of your clit. 

He answers with a nip of his teeth and a hearty moan, the combination rocketing you off of the edge of oblivion again. There’s no way to stop the tears as they spill hot and heavy down your cheeks and collect at your chin. Your entire body trembles and if it weren’t for the strong grip of Namjoon’s hands, you surely would have face planted into the plush carpet. He welcomes the weight of your body falling into his, immediately wrapping you in his warmth as your body recovers from the sensations. 

He manages to get you out from between your lovers and cradles you into his desk chair. From here, you have a perfect view of Yoongi’s insistent hand on Hoseok’s cock and the sloppy kiss they devolved into once you left.

“You’re so fucking sexy, did you know that?” He brushes the sweat-damp hair from your shoulder and nibbles at the flesh in earnest. His cock twitches below you and your pussy trembles. He moans heartily and grabs handfuls of your breasts, flicking his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. He hums at the way your breathing increases. 

“Bet that tastes like you.” Even though you can't see his face, you know he’s referring to the sloppy mess of spit and come smearing between them. The idea makes you shiver with a new wave of arousal; and if you weren’t so used to going so many rounds with them you would be seriously worried about the state of your body. 

Hoseok tips his head back and lets out a rattling groan, the clear warning of his incoming release. You and Namjoon let out twin sighs at the sound, and Yoongi’s face curves into a devilish smile as he leans down to capture the tip of Hoseok’s cock in his mouth. It’s only seconds before Hoseok lets go, face flushing bright red as he comes. The instinctive stutter of his hips leaves several glossy streaks of cum across Yoongi’s mouth and chin. 

You squirm in Namjoon’s lap and he takes another heavy, indulgent grope of your tits; conveniently pressing you right against his hardened cock. The sound of Yoongi praising Hoseok becomes white noise as Namjoon angles his hips against you, brushing the head of his cock against your clit. Despite having come so many times already, your pussy has yet to be stretched to the limits you desire. 

“I-in, Joon...” you lift your hips enough that his cock catches on your entrance and he plunges forward immediately. He exhales in a burst against the back of your neck. 

“Sorry baby. Pretty little pussy just wanted to suck me in before I could ask.” He licks a line up the side of your neck, playing with the tender skin under your ear. “Are you ready? Feelin’ okay?” You have to commend him for stopping to ask: carrying concern for your well being and consent even though you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Yes!” You can't find it in you to say much more, but the animalistic grunt Namjoon makes as he pulls you down onto him makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

The walls of your pussy stretch and accommodate him as he bucks his hips. His fingernails dig into the flesh of your breasts as your head lulls back onto his toned shoulders; relishing in the way your sweaty skin sticks together in the heat of your moment. You finally feel so full, finally able to indulge in the truly brain numb feeling of allowing one of your favorite men on the planet batter your pussy until he’s satisfied. 

“This greedy pussy can’t get enough attention, huh? Never enough mouths and cocks to keep you satisfied?” The force of his thrusts punch the air out of you but you nod in affirmation, mouth hanging open dumbly. “Fucking hell, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

You wish you could see the pinch in his eyebrows, the clench of his jaw; but for now you’ll relish in the fact you get to feel his cock twitch rapidly inside of you until he’s filling you. His hot cum rushes into you with a force that is testament to how long he waited for his release. He keeps you pressed over him until he’s fully drained, moaning your name at the sensitivity of his softening cock lodged inside your throbbing pussy. 

Your head spins and you have to close your eyes in an attempt to anchor yourself back to the earth. Namjoon shifts his hips and you can feel his hot release start to leak out of you.

“Sorry,” he kisses your ear gently as he slips out completely. You instinctively clasp your thighs together to keep his release inside you as Yoongi materializes before you. His bright red hair is mussed and his cheeks are a pleasant pink, as if he’d been in the sun for a few hours. 

If it wasn’t for the streaks of drying cum on his face, he would look angelic. 

Actually, you still think he does anyway. 

“As much as I love staring at you staring at me...” his hands pull at your waist, tugging you off the warmth of Namjoon’s lap. You go easily, feeling pleasant calm flowing through your veins as you stand before him on wobbly legs. He knots his fingers through your already tangled hair, tugging the strands until your neck is bared to him. It burns at the roots but you love it, darting your tongue out to lick at your lips as he gives another experimental tug. Your pussy throbs along with your scalp, and Yoongi moves close enough to you that you can feel his rigid length brush against your stomach.

The hardness of him against you sends your hips forward, grinding his cock between your bodies and relishing in the special kind of torture you’ve made for yourself- literal inches from allowing the drag of his cock against where you need him most. 

Yoongi voices his protest with a groan that reverberates through your chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure between your slick thighs. 

Your breath stutters as his plush lips work at your neck, teeth nipping into the sensitive skin with the intent of marking you black and blue. Sagging under his attention, you return the favor by winding your own fingers into his locks and tugging hard.

A new set of hands joins you, cresting over the curves of your ass. The citrusy scent of aftershave gives the hands away as belonging to Hoseok; who takes no qualms with spreading you open for his greedy eyes. You shutter as he reveals your ass and pussy to him and you shake your hips back at him playfully. He moans as your flesh jiggles under his touch and the sudden burn of a slap fills the room. Your ass cheek stings from the contact but you feel yourself get wetter, pushing back against his strong hand.

Hoseok answers with two more slaps in quick succession and the burn of the impact makes you keen.

“Look so good with your ass all red for me.” He trails his fingertips over the spot where he had just spanked you. Anticipation breezes through your veins as the simple touch leaves only to be quickly replaced by a renewed slap across the sensitive skin that connects your thigh and ass cheek.

Yoongi sucks up your moan with a swift kiss, shoving his tongue into your throat so you have no choice but to let him devour your sounds. You clutch at his shoulders pathetically as Hoseok skims a finger over your asshole.

Even though your eyes are already shut, they roll back into your head at the gentle push of his fingertip. You’re no stranger to the intrusion, but it makes your knees weak every time.

Yoongi relinquishes your mouth to peek around your body, although you have a suspicion he already knew what was happening. His lips are raw, bitten red from your passionate kiss as he cups your face between his hands.

“Gonna let Hoseok in your little ass? Have his cock fill you up?” You nod emphatically as the wet splatter of Hoseok’s spit slides over you, aiding his finger in the deeper glide you desire. He acts fast to add a second finger and sink down to his first knuckle, stretching them apart to open you further. Your chest heaves against Yoongi’s, and he kicks a sinful trail up the curve of your ear.

“You’re gonna look so pretty with his big cock in your ass, honey. Can’t wait to see you all stretched out for us…” you feel as if he’s lit you on fire.

Hoseok has managed to fit three fingers, and the delectable drag of him inside of you is making your head foggy. Pressure mounts in your lower stomach but feels annoyingly far away from satisfaction.

“Yoongi, H-hobi,” the men both snap to your attention; cooing at the watery tone of your voice. Hoseok’s fingers persist in stretching you as you try to work your way through your thoughts.

“I need you in my pussy, too,” hot tears come along with the plead you make to Yoongi, desperate for him to understand the aching need filling you. He chuckles and nods, reaching down between your bodies to stroke himself.

“No surprise that just one cock wouldn’t be enough for your little holes.” Pleasure burns through you as you nod your agreement; anything to get him into action as you feel Hoseok spit on you again.

“You were just on this cock, too. Real fucking slut needing more already.” Namjoon’s rumbling voice chimes in- apparently recovered from his most recent orgasm.

You catch sight of him rising from his desk chair like he’s been reborn: cock glossy with your arousal and a new stream of precum decorating the tip.

The three of them seem to move in an eerie tandem- something that would make you think they’d talked about this beforehand if you didn’t know any better. Hoseok removes his fingers, ignoring your protest as he pulls your body to the floor with him. His skin burns against your own as he positions your ass over his cock; both tortured by the close contact. Your legs are lifted under the knees and spread, baring your pussy to the room and your other boyfriends.

“Fucking can’t wait to wreck you, baby.” He slides you carefully until his cock is pressed tightly against your asshole, the feeling of him twitching there making you even more impatient.

Yoongi stands above you both for a second before kneeling- and you’re grateful for the plush, expensive carpet as you watch his pale knees land on it. His hand stays steady on his cock, stroking himself in little half motions that give away just how hard he’s trying to remain calm. His eyes wander over your shoulder to where Hoseok sits, and you can see them soften as he admires his boyfriend. A sickeningly sweet feeling of affirmed love sweeps through you, and you’re shocked again by just how lucky you’ve managed to become.

Yoongi’s face quickly morphs back into desire as his eyes catch on the way Hoseok’s cock is lodged against you, red and twitching to be inside. You can feel wetness leaking from your pussy downward, making a sticky mess between the two of you that sets you alight.

Not one to be forgotten, Namjoon hovers above you with his watchfully sexy eye, roaming every exposed inch of your skin. His jaw ticks as you rut against Hoseok.

“Go on, Hobi. Wanna see you fill our girl up.” The goading works, and Hoseok is quick to manipulate your body into the perfect position for slipping his cock into you.

Your eyes water at the push but you do your best to relax, focusing on the twin gazes of Yoongi and Namjoon as Hoseok’s cock pushes past your muscles. The stretch is slow and satisfying; and you take a sick pleasure in feeling the way Hoseok’s own body trembles under your own as he bottoms out.

Your mouth lulls open as he starts to bounce you on his cock. Your hands fall useless at your sides but Yoongi is quick to capture them, kissing each palm once before clasping them wholly. The lewd sound of your hips against Hoseok’s fills your head, and a string of incoherent moans is all you can offer them.

Namjoon’s hands find your face as he crouches to your side, giving Yoongi the room to shuffle closer to your waiting pussy.

Your entire body throbs as Yoongi lines up with your entrance and taps at your clit with the heavy head of his cock.

“Please,” you breathe out and cry at the same time: hot tears collecting in Namjoon’s big palms as they roll down your cheeks. The pressure of Yoongi entering you alongside Hoseok’s thrusts creates spots behind your eyes, and you feel your body floating into the overdrive you’ve come to adore. Namjoon grunts with you as you fall into pleasure, allowing your body to be jostled between Hoseok and Yoongi’s strong bodies. 

Namjoon kisses your nose in a deceptively sweet manner even though you know his hand is wrapped around his cock; mumbling little praises against your face as you barrel toward blinding pleasure. 

The boys work in a perfect rhythm so that you never feel empty. Their cocks occasionally meet, running against one another through the layer of your walls.

“Fucking feel so good when you’re so full.” Beads of sweat roll down Yoongi’s neck, highlighting his godly features.

Your stomach flips with arousal, pussy clenching around the lengths inside of you. Hoseok sinks his teeth into the vulnerable skin on your shoulder before he locks you in an embrace with the corded strength of his arms and holds you steady as you squirm. The string of moans that rips from him at your wiggling hints you toward his oncoming release just seconds before his hips still, filling you to the brim. 

“Hobi, fu-fuck!” Your whine is met with a choked sound from Yoongi, who can feel the warmth of Hoseok’s cum inside of you. He keens and leans forward, baring down his hips and meanly stroking his thumb against your swollen clit. His movements rock you back against Hoseok’s softening cock and he moans at the onslaught of sensation. 

It’s becoming harder to stay aware of all the sensations, your body happy to just float between feelings of pleasure without much thought. Your moans leave you with no coherence as Yoongi’s hips kick up yet another notch; rapidly plowing into your pussy. 

“Let me fill up this pussy for you. Make sure you’re nice and stuffed and used up and d-dripping for us-” his voice crescendos into a loud moan, strumming with insistence across your clit. 

Your vision blurs as the pleasure crescendos into a peak, ripping through your nerves. A loud whine rips from your raw throat as Yoongi empties inside of you, meeting the gush of your come with his own. Between his load and Hoseok’s you feel full and heavy, pussy sore but satisfied with the treatment of the night.

“Such a good girl,” Yoongi’s voice floats back to you as he rubs at your thighs softly as he pulls his softening cock out of you. The loss of him inside you makes you whine but you don’t have enough energy left to cross your legs and stop it. Namjoon replaces Yoongi’s hands, shoving your knees apart.

Your bared pussy throbs, leaking Yoongi’s cum onto Hoseok’s skin beneath you. Yoongi groans deep with satisfaction as he watches his release drip out of you, sliding down to meet the puddle of Hoseok’s cum underneath you.  “Fuck, I would fill you right back up again if I had the energy.” Yoongi’s chest heaves and Namjoon moans in agreement. 

“Joonie-” You gasp as you catch sight of his scrunched brow, the insistent twitch of his cock as his nears his edge again.

“What do you want, baby?” His eyes narrow in on you, likely trying to access the sensitivity you’re feeling. You glow under his attention and squirm against Hoseok’s body.

“Joon, please come on me...” Your bat your lashes and he grunts, tugging at the tip of his cock several times in quick succession before he finally comes. He coats your pussy in a new layer of cum, adding to the glistening white. 

Hoseok loosens his embrace and you crumble, all but falling off of his body onto the carpet below. The fabric is surprisingly cool against your heated skin, so you make no real effort to move as you feel the boys move and the gentle sounds of their hushed voices. Hoseok’s hand traces down your spine, forcing you to look his way. His dimple-ridden smile greets you first and you giggle, pouting your lips until he meets you in a kiss. 

It’s grounding- just left of magical as he nips at your bottom lip with a sense of genuine love that melts your heart from the inside out.  “Love you, Hobi.” The sentiment slips from between your locked lips and he smiles. 

“Hey, I love him too!” Namjoon crowds into your vision as well, placing a hand on Hoseok’s naked waist. They share a dimpled smile and then their own sweet kiss. 

Your eyes track Yoongi stalking back to the three of you, boxers back on, with a damp washcloth in his hand. As he gets closer you can see his chest has lost its flush and you smile. 

He says nothing as he nudges Hoseok and Namjoon aside to run the washcloth over your messy pussy. Even though the fancy washcloth is made of the softest possible material, the drag of the fibers is still sensitive on your pussy. 

“Sorry, baby.” Yoongi soothes you as he takes genuine care to clean you up, making sure that everything is gone. Namjoon pecks Yoongi’s temple as he works, and you can only imagine how messy the washcloth is as Yoongi wipes across your ass. 

“Your carpet-” you reach for Namjoon’s arm and trace the line of his bicep. “Sorry about your carpet, Joonie.” He coos and holds your chin between two fingers as he kisses you softly. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just call a cleaner...” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Definitely not the worst mess to have on this carpet.” Your face flushes in embarrassment despite how messy the whole night was. 

Hoseok lets out a hearty laugh and claps Namjoon on the shoulder. “He just means that nothing will be worse than the time he spilled his leftover chicken parm on the floor...there was sauce alllll the way over-” 

“Oh, shut up!” Namjoon flushes but his hearty laugh gives away his amusement as you finally find it in yourself to sit up, your muscles stretching out. Two pairs of hands come to steady your form and you smile at the protective feeling that washes over you. Even after a long, strenuous night trapped between them, they make you feel nothing short of worshipped after you’re all spent. 

“We gotta stop fucking on the floor,” you groan at the tightness in your neck and Yoongi nods; offering you two hands to get you to your knees. You know that he's immediately going to lead you to the bathroom, and you can’t complain about the amount of love you feel spiraling in your chest.

“You’re right. My poor knees can’t take anymore of this.” Yoongi agrees. You scoff in fake indignation as you travel to the bathroom with him, his arms looped around your naked stomach as he walks behind you as if he’s worried you would spontaneously fall backwards.

“Oh, Yoongi. You’ll never stop getting on your knees, even if Namjoon gets a couch in his office.” He pinches your thigh but stays quiet, agreeing with a sly grin that stays between the two of you. 

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[sthavoc]

watched ariana's new mv and was thinking maybe enzo angst where his ex writes the song + mv and he's trying to get into contact with her because he still loves her

࿔* 📞 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 | ENZO VOGRINCIC

·˚ ༘ pairing: desperate!enzo x singer!fem!reader

·˚ ༘ summary: after listening to your new song and watching the music video, Enzo attempts his best to reach out to you, but there’s no answer from you.

·˚ ༘ warnings: angst, man crying, desperation, heartbreak, feeling of anxiety.

·˚ ༘ note: I was watching the mv for the first time to get a vision and it touched my heart. imagine just being able to easily erase the memories of a person that you don’t want anymore with just a test? this one is sad for me… idk how I wrote this for enzo.. lloro

It was very clear to Enzo from the moment the relationship ended, that he would give you your space, but there would be a moment where he would try and fight for you. Didn’t matter if it took days, weeks, months, or years. The man would fight.

But his world crumbled after he listened to your new song, and watched the music video.

We can’t be friends.

The term the both of you had agreed to stay at least for the moment. Why did you change your mind? What made it different? And did you really feel like you couldn’t be your complete self around him?

Just thinking about all these questions had Enzo’s head spinning around, with nothing else in his apartment but the laptop in front of him, and your voice coming out of the small speakers. He felt the lump in his throat building with the tears up in his eyes.

He had at least replayed the video three times, going on the fourth. The last scene would hit him like a stone wall that would increase its strength after counting how many times he would come back to it. If it was possible and the naked eye could see, or even the ear could hear so very clearly the sound of his heart breaking, it would sound like a million mirrors smashing all at once. Nothing would be able to stop them apart from you.

The tear ran down his cheek, almost coming close to his lip. He was able to taste the saltiness. His knee trembled nonstop, up and down, with hands clasped in front and resting them on his knee. Debates after debates about whether he should call you or not. His phone was only next to his computer.

He shouldn’t. He shouldn't push your boundaries, but he just wanted to hear your voice and talk about the situation. So he picked up the phone and dialed your number. He let it ring. With his heart hanging on his hand and the feeling of the anxiety of not knowing if you would pick up or not.

And yeah, no answer.

“Please leave your voice message—” voicemail.

Should he leave a voicemail? Or call again? He would call again. If you don’t pick up he’ll leave a voicemail. And so he did, but no answer. Only this time it didn’t even ring. His call was sent straight to voicemail.

“Ehm, hola bonita. Escuché tu nueva canción y quería decir que está muy buena, y el— el vídeo también.” He could feel the swelling growing again, making it hard for him to speak, and swallow. “Solo quería saber si podías hablar por unos minutos pero me imagino que estás ocupada.” He bit his upper lip in an attempt to not let the tears fall, but even as soon as his eyes closed, his lashes let go of the tears. “Regrésame la llamada cuando puedas. ¿Sí?— te quiero… chau.” He pressed the red button.

Sobs were being mixed with your voice singing in the background, and Enzo sitting back down on his couch. The palms of his hands were placed on his eyes as he forced them back trying to stop the tears. That even when he opened his eyes he was seeing stars from the pressure he had added. But there was nothing, nothing could stop them.

He let the minutes pass, and the sniffles continued, with a constant check-up on his phone and still no answer from you. He grabbed his phone from the coffee table again, going into your contact. The photo he had taken of you lying down in bed with his shirt on had remained his contact photo. He didn’t have the guts to change it or even the contact name he had you under. He still had you as ‘mi chiquita’.

He dialed your number for the third time after what had been almost an hour now. He hoped this time you would pick up. But to his luck, it sent him to voicemail, again. This made it no different.

“Nena, por favor… devolmeme la llamada. Se que no queres hablar conmigo pero solo quiero que me expliques si todo lo que decís en esa canción es verdad.” He didn’t even take a moment to breathe as he spoke into the line. “Me estoy volviendo loco. Dejame arreglarlo, sea lo que sea, dame una oportunidad para cambiar las cosas. Te lo ruego.” His fingers gripped the strands of his dark hair. Knuckles were turning white from the lack of blood that dispersed around it.

He stared at his laptop that had other videos of you plastered on the screen and your icon photo on the corner. “Quisiera poder haberme dado cuenta de todo esto cuando estábamos juntos. Tal ves, hubiera sido diferente— las cosas hubieran sido diferentes.” There was a pause in his sentence, but when he was about to start talking again his voicemail cut off. Saying the limit had been reached.

Great.

Enzo felt as if he had let you down. Even now, through the whole relationship. He wanted to fight for your love, but it wasn’t up to him anymore. It was you. You had the final word.

But if your answer was to ever be the opposite of yes, Enzo wouldn't know what he would do with himself.

Either way, something inside him told him he had lost you, that he had to give it up because there was nothing he could do that would get you back.

“El día de nuestra luna de miel, te voy a llevar al mar, y te mostraré, que la forma en la que las olas chocan contra la orilla, es la forma en cómo el amor que siento por vos choca contra todo dentro mí, derrumbándome ante tu disposición.”

Guess that day will never come.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic blurb #enzo vogrincic fic #enzo vogrincic imagine #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic x you

[proxima-writes]

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

PAIRING: Ex-Boyfriend!Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

RATING: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY:

Your ex-boyfriend, Dieter Bravo, is in town and sends you a text. Meeting up with an ex, especially one you’re still in love with, is a bad idea, right? Based on the song “bad idea, right?” by Olivia Rodrigo

DEAR READER:

My first Dieter Bravo fic! If you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment or reblogging 💕 You can also support my writing through my kofi Dividers and banners by @saradika

CONTENT WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, no referenced age difference, dubcon - alcohol consumption prior to sexual activity, domme/sub dynamics, sub!dieter, teasing, masturbation (f), oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, begging, unprotected p in v, love confessions, dieter being bad with feelings and words. please let me know if any are missing!

Dieter sits on the couch in the penthouse hotel room he's currently renting in New York, phone in one hand and a fresh Salty Dog in the other. The TV flickers with a porn he rented after not finding anything worth watching on the limited number of free channels and to be honest, he likes the background noise of moans and skin slapping against skin to fill the silent void.

He scrolls through Twitter as he sips his drink. There's one tweet that catches his eye, a familiar name in the hashtag that gives him pause. A glutton for punishment, he clicks the hashtag, his screen flooded with cell phone quality pictures of you, enjoying a night out.

In New York.

It's a blurry photo of you on a rooftop in a sexy outfit that looks like it was made just for you, a shimmery black fabric hugging all your curves just right. You're surrounded by people he doesn't recognize and your head is thrown back in an easy laugh.

Dieter frowns. He used to make you laugh like that.

Dieter scrolls some more, a glutton for punishment, and comes across another picture, a different angle, but this time there's a man leaning into your space, mouth close to your ear and an arm settled at the base of your spine. He takes a hearty sip of his drink, wincing at the bitter taste as he sets the glass on the coffee table.

He closes Twitter and opens his messages, scrolling until he finds your name.

wyd?

Your phone buzzes in your hand and the name that flashes across the screen has your breath catching.

Dieter: wyd?

You roll your eyes at the message. Of course.

You set your phone down on the table and look up, catching the judgmental stare of your best friend, Melanie.

"What?" You ask. She raises her eyebrows at you.

"That was very much the Dieter Bravo eye roll," she says, tone accusatory. "Did he just text you?"

"No."

Your phone buzzes a second time and her eyes drop to the screen, her hand reaching across the table to snatch it before you even have time to blink.

"'I'm in New York'?" She reads. "Oh my god, he did not send you a 'wyd' text!"

You're in a nice restaurant with a six month long waitlist for a reservation so you're desperately trying to keep yourself from launching across the table at her to get your phone back but the urge is certainly strong. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you hold your hand out to her. "Give me my phone."

"Are you going to text him back?"

"No." Yes.

The look she gives you momentarily leaves you wondering if she can actually read minds. You straighten yourself in your seat, tilting your chin defiantly as you say, "I am a grown adult who can make her own decisions."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you always make good ones," Melanie replies, handing you your phone.

"It's a bad idea, right?" You ask. "Like...an extremely bad one?"

"Catastrophic even," she agrees. “He’s your ex for a reason!”

“Okay, but can’t two people reconnect? Isn’t the goal to be like…friends or something?”

You stare at each other for a moment. Her smile falters. "Oh my god, you're going to answer."

"I'm going to answer." Your fingers fly across the screen and hit send before you allow your logic to return.

Address?

The car you ordered pulls up to a boutique hotel, the kind that has a symbol for its sign instead of a name, and the driver comes around the front of the car and opens the door for you, holding a hand out to help you from your seat. You thank him and take a deep breath before entering the glittering lobby.

There's a separate elevator for the penthouse suite and the attendant on duty asks for your name, checking an iPad in his hands before pressing the button with a gloved fingertip. Once the car arrives and the shiny golden doors silently slide open, you step inside.

You stare at your reflection in the doors as the elevator rises, wondering why you're doing this. Your relationship with the actor lasted about eight months - long enough for you to fall in love and long enough for him to decide he was bored of you. After citing scheduling issues as his reason for breaking things off, you went back to hearing about him rather than from him and trying to fix the cracks in your life that he had left behind.

When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, Dieter is standing there with his familiar messy brown curls in disarray, a hotel robe open over his chest and tied loosely around his waist. He opens his arms wide as he grins.

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" He asks. You roll your eyes.

"Like a cavity, Bravo,” you reply, but your feet still guide you forward and you let yourself get enveloped in his embrace, the familiar smell of faded cologne and weed invading your senses. “Why did you text me?”

“Why did you come?” He asks.

“I asked you first.” You pull away, stepping around him and entering the living room of the large suite.

“You want a drink? I got you that wine you like,” Dieter says, pulling a bottle from an ice bucket set on a room service cart. He holds a glass up and you nod, watching as he fights with the corkscrew.

He finally gets the bottle popped, pouring each glass to the brim and stepping carefully across the room with one in each hand, settling beside you on the couch. He passes one to you and you take a quick sip to prevent disaster. Dieter opts to chug half of his serving in one go.

“So,” he says, drawing the word out, “You wanna have sex with me?”

You drain the rest of your glass, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table beside his. You kick your heels off, shifting in your seat until you’ve got your knees beneath you, pressed into the cushion. Planting a hand on his shoulder for stability, you swing one leg over him and settle on his lap.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You ask, face close enough to his that your lips nearly touch when you speak. His hands slide up your thighs.

“Probably,” he agrees, brown eyes half lidded as he stares at you.

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you decide, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths move together hungrily, six months apart fueling a fire that’s ready to burn you alive.

“Fucking hell,” Dieter groans, hips bucking up and dragging his hardening cock against your center. “Want you so goddamn bad.”

“How bad?” You ask, already breathless as he trails his lips down your neck, his beard scratching the thin skin over your rapid pulse.

“Thought of you every time I fucked my hand.” A bite to your throat has you hissing from the combination of pleasure and pain. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back in retaliation. “Even bought one of those pocket pussy things. Didn’t even come close.”

That gives you pause. With six months gone between the breakup and now, you would have thought he’d been drowning in women and men clamoring at the chance to fuck him.

You kiss him again, your tongues sliding together in a messy, dirty dance you’ve missed more than you care to voice. Your hips move over his while his hands explore every exposed inch of you they can find.

“Take your clothes off,” he demands when his lips break from yours.

“Ask nicely,” you chastise. His brown eyes go wide, a pathetic puppy dog glimmer in them.

“Please,” he begs. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

You stand, laughter spilling from your lips as you reach for zipper at your back, tugging it down slowly while he watches. He licks his lips like he’s being presented a six course meal and his hands curl into the material of the robe that’s fallen open, giving you an unobstructed view of a broad chest and soft tummy. You turn your back to him, easing the sleeves of the dress off your shoulders slowly.

“Come on, baby,” Dieter whines. “Quit teasing.”

“Good things come to boys who wait,” you tell him, shimmying the fabric over your hips, bending at the waist to ease the dress over the curve of your ass and down to the floor. This leaves you in only a thong, the red straps of it a gorgeous contrast to your skin that you know he’ll go crazy for.

“Fuck. Me.”

You turn back around to face him, the man’s eyes dropping immediately to your breasts. He raises his arms, making grabby hand motions toward your chest that have you giggling.

“What if,” you tap your finger to your chin in thought, “I just wanted you to watch me?”

Dieter pouts. “I could be a lot more help with my cock,” he argues.

“Hmm.” You take a seat on one of the cushy arm chairs in the sitting area, spreading your legs wide. “I’ve been doing just fine these last six months without it,” you tell him, sliding a hand beneath the elastic of your panties.

“This is fucking cruel and unusual punishment,” Dieter says. “A violation of the Geneva Convention.”

“Always so dramatic,” you reply as you circle your clit with your fingertips. He leans forward on the couch, hands gripping the cushion tightly as he watches. “You want a closer look, baby?”

He nods his head rapidly and you lift your hips to shove your panties down your legs, gathering them in your hand and tossing them at his face. The wad of fabric drops to his lap and he balls it up in his fist and brings it to his nose.

“Pervert,” you say affectionately. You hook your leg over the arm of the chair, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. You tease your clit with two fingers, trailing them lower to your entrance and dipping one inside, your head dropping back against the chair with your moan.

The sound of skin sliding over skin reaches your ears and when you look up, you find that Dieter has shoved his boxers down to where they now sit looked around his ankles, his thick cock caught in the tight grip of his fist. You lift your hand away, closing your legs and leaning forward with your eyes narrowed.

“Now, Dieter, I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself,” you say.

“Can’t touch you, can’t touch myself,” he whines, releasing his cock and gripping the couch cushion. “C’mon, baby. Please? I’ve missed yo—“

“Cut!” You yell. Dieter’s mouth snaps shut in surprise. “That wasn’t a very Oscar worthy performance, Di. I think you can do better than that.”

His blank stare morphs into heated understanding and you watch as he slowly slides from the couch and lands on his knees. He slips the robe from his shoulders, leaving him gloriously naked. You take a moment to appreciate the muscles of his chest and arms, his softer belly dusted with hair that draws your eye to his flushed cock and his strong thighs.

Then he starts to crawl.

Those big brown eyes of his look up at you with so much desperation and, dare you say it, adoration that your heart skips a beat as he moves closer. When he reaches your feet, he sits back on his heels and settles his hands on his thighs.

“Please, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you. You know me, my tongue is much better at giving you an orgasm than it is with words.”

“Fine,” you say, tone implying he’s inconveniencing you with his desire. He grins, his hands immediately grabbing at your thighs and tugging your ass to the edge of the seat. He positions your legs over each arm of the chair before diving in with his talented tongue, licking through your slick folds with practiced finesse.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, sucking your clit between his lips. “Your pussy is even better than that six course meal we had at that pretentious restaurant in Paris.”

“L’Arpege?” You gasp, fingers tangling in his hair. “You never told me you didn’t like it. I only picked it because of your two month experiment with veganism!”

“Wasn’t there for the fucking food,” he says. Two fingers press to your soaked entrance, sliding into your tight heat with little resistance.

Your head is spinning, stars bursting in your vision as his thick digits curl against your G-spot. His other hand presses on the top of your pelvis and the look in his eyes tells you exactly what his goal is.

“Dieter,” you say, his name a warning as you squirm beneath him. He grins up at you from between your legs.

“How’s my performance now?” He asks. “Oscar worthy yet?”

“Nominated at best,” you bite back through gritted teeth despite the pressure building in your core. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the bundle of nerves until that pressure bursts as you cry out, “Oh, fuck!”

The orgasm he pulls from you is overwhelming and leaves you gasping, vision blurry as you look down at Dieter’s smug expression and dripping chin. He runs a hand over his chin, collecting your release on his palm and using it to ease the friction of his hand as it pumps his cock roughly.

“‘Nominated at best’,” he says, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Please, that was the performance of a lifetime.”

“Don’t get cocky, Di,” you mumble, planting a foot on his chest and pushing him back. He topples over, landing on his back with an oof.

You drop from the chair and crawl over his body, making sure to drag your soaked pussy across his cock. Your hands are planted on the floor on either side of his head and you stare down at his blissed out face as you rock over him.

Dieter’s hands grip your hips tightly. “Don’t good performances get awarded?” He asks, voice tight.

You reach down between your bodies to hold his cock steady, allowing you to sink down slowly, his thick length damn near splitting you open. You’ve missed this, the way he fills every inch of your hungry cunt, the way he looks at you like you’re the best damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Which is saying something because the man knows art and is constantly surrounded by beautiful people but you’ve only seen this look when you’re alone with him, at the end of a long day on set or when you finally stumbled home together from a night out. It’s the way his eyes go soft and his touch grows reverent, fingertips gliding over whatever skin he can reach with a featherlight touch, and the combination wipes the dust off memories with him you’d been trying to forget and move on from.

“Dieter,” you say, voice shaky. You rock your hips, lifting slightly to your knees and relishing the drag of his cock inside of you before you slam your hips back down. “God, fuck, feel so good.”

“Your pussy was made for my fucking cock,” he says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips tightly and encouraging each rock of your body. “Missed this, missed you, fuck. Love you so much.”

You stop abruptly, the man beneath you whining. You grip him by the chin as you ask, “You what?”

“I…uh…shit,” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Oh.” You let go of his face, sitting up straight. “I see.”

“No, no,” he rushes to say. “That’s not what I meant.”

It occurs to you that you’re still impaled on his cock and this doesn’t exactly feel like a conversation to be had in that position. You make a move to get up but strong hands hold you steady in his lap.

“I just meant,” he say, fingers flexing nervously against your thighs. “I didn’t mean to say it right now. Like…I wanted you to maybe not hate me for a bit before I professed my love or whatever.”

“I don’t get it,” you admit. “I thought you just texted me to hookup because you were in town.”

“I’m in town for you.”

“For me?”

Dieter nods. “I’m not good with words that aren’t written for me. Too much going on up here,” he says, tapping his forehead. “But I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we broke it off and I feel like that’s a cosmic sign that we’re meant to be or whatever.”

“Oh my god, you really are bad with words,” you say with a laugh. “Meant to be, huh?”

“Or whatever,” he finishes. “Marriage is a scam.”

“Right, right,” you murmur, rocking your hips the slightest bit. “Total scam.”

“It’s just a way for the governme—oh, fuck,” he says, words trailing off into a moan as you pick up your pace again, your hands on his chest to steady yourself. “Just like that, baby.”

“You’re lucky I missed you, too,” you tell him, gasping when his hips flex to meet yours. Your communication with each other devolves into moans and the movement of your bodies until the desperation you feel for one another reaches its peak.

Dieter wraps both arms around your lower back as you cum, holding you to him as your cunt squeezes around his cock. It’s only a moment before you feel him pulsing, warmth pooling inside of you as your orgasm starts to fade. You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily and listening to the rapid beat of his heart beneath your ear.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as you both catch your breath, sweat cooling between you in the chill of the hotel room.

“You wanna order pizza?” He asks. You turn your face into his chest, muffling your laughter into his skin.

“Absolutely.”

#dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #dieter bravo fic #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo the bubble #the bubble fanfiction

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 14: genius

“hi, y/n and i’m here today with genius to explain the lyrics of my song ‘kill bill’.” you smiled at the camera.

“so, fun fact about kill bill is that it actually only took about 6 hours to produce. i, uh-” you laughed. “i saw this thing online and it made me feel some type of way, and i was like ‘i need to release what i feel right now.’ so, i took out my songbook and went crazy. i called up my friend jean, my producer, and i was crying,” you laughed again, and made a phone gesture with your hand and brought it up to your ear. “and i was like, ‘bro i just wrote these lyrics, can we make a song right now?’ and we did, in like 6 hours.”

VERSE 1

i’m still a fan even though i was salty

hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy

hate to see you happy if i’m not the one driving

“the person that this song is about is actually also an artist, and he’s actually really talented. so basically, i was saying that even though i hate that nigga,” you stuck up your middle finger. “he’s still a great artist, unfortunately. the next two lines are literal, uh, about a month, maybe a month and a half after we broke up, he was posted up with another girl. which was honestly really shitty because he broke up with me to ‘focus on his music’” you quirked your eyebrow and used quotation marks. “basically this whole song is about me being a jealous heartbroken bitch.” you sarcastically smiled.

PRE-CHROUS

i’m so mature, i’m so mature

i’m so mature, got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men

i don’t want none, i just want you

if i can’t have you, no one should

i might

“i was tryna convince myself that i was strong, and that this wasn’t hurting me as much as i thought it was, but it definitely was. literally wrote a whole muthafucking song about it.” you laughed. “we we’re dating for a long ass time to be honest, so with the ‘i don’t want none, i just want you’ lyric, it’s basically saying that i’ve been with you for so fucking long, it’s always been you, how am i supposed to move on, y’know? it’s lowkey corny but yeah. the last lyric is very um, yandere simulator vibes but it relates to the theme of the song, which is like jealousy and vengeance and possession.” you put your hands up. “don’t worry y’all, i’m not a criminal.”

CHORUS

i might kill my ex, not the best idea

his new girlfriend's next, how'd i get here?

i might kill my ex, i still love him though

rather be in jail than alone

“i can explain y’all, i’m not a killer or a criminal but imma be real, i was definitely having some intrusive thoughts. but everyone does. like, anyone who says they’ve never had thoughts about hurting someone that did them dirty, or fucked with them, they’re fucking lying, 100%. and relating to what i said before, we were together for so long. no matter how much i try to deny, the love is still there. it’s been built up for years, as much as i want to, i can’t magically forget it overnight.”

you continued on with singing the lyrics and explaining them until you completely finished the entire song.

“kill bill was an impulsive creation and release. we recorded and finished the song in like 6 hours, and i was like ‘i want to release this today’” you pointed downwards. “but everyone told me no.” you rolled your eyes. “so i asked when was the soonest we could release it, and it was like in 2 days. so the next day i posted on instagram saying that i was releasing a song tomorrow and that was it. there was no promo for it, which is why i’m so fucking shocked that it did so well. but, thank you to my fans, friends and family, i love you all. stream kill bill, album coming soon, bye!” you blew a kiss to the camera, before smiling and making heart with your hands.

comments

erenjaeger: whole lotta yip whole lotta yap

⤷ y/nsinterlude: BITCH

y/nsbby: ALBUM COMING SOON? HOW SOON IS SOON GIRL??

⤷ y/nsinterlude: im doing good wbu

valentinagomez: TE AMO MI AMOR 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

⤷ y/nsinterlude: TE AMO HERMOSA 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

user2000: i love u ur so real ❤️❤️

⤷ y/nsinterlude: im the realest i love u too 🤍

conswife: stop talking shit about connie omfg

shyshiloh: i just died 😵😵

⤷ y/nsinterlude: i’ll revive u bae

user182: not u still in love with that sick man..

⤷ y/nsinterlude: I DIDNT SAY THAT SHIT

jkirstein: professional yapper

⤷ y/nsinterlude: i’m beating your ass

user555: dont let c***** see that video..

🦋 !

- this chapter is fr just a whole lotta yapping but 🫣🫣

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[spideystevie]

💘 “it’s not much, but i got you this.” with stevie but friends to lovers vibes 🤭🤭 maybe u got stood up on a valentines date or smth

ruby your brain is sooooo…… the friends to lovers vibe here KILLS me! the way i was giving myself the butterflies writing this…it’s bad for me out here. mutual pining...idiots in love....love being in the little things.... yeah <3 [1.1k] | join the party!

Getting stood up sucked but something about it being Valentine’s Day rubbed just a little bit more salt into the wound. You’re not sure how many more sympathetic, pitying looks you can take. 

“Sweetie, if you’re not gonna order we’re gonna have to ask you to give up the table,” your waitress says, that same sad smile on her face. Her eyes are kind and you know she means well but you can’t handle any more sympathy tonight. You smile at her tightly. 

“Okay,” you relent, pushing your chair out. You pull out a few spare dollar bills you had in your purse and leave them on the table before leaving. When you’re outside and pulling your jacket around yourself to help against the wind, you’re wishing you asked to use their phone.

There’s a payphone maybe a block away you think and you start your trek to it, feeling more angry than anything else now. Stupid Bobby Skeeter, leaving you stranded like that. You scoff to yourself, kicking a pebble with the toe of your boot. 

When you get to the payphone and punch in Steve’s number, you hardly expect him to answer on the first ring.

“Steve?” he responds with your name and before he can get far, you cut him off. “I’m at the payphone off Cherry and Main.” You can hear him shuffling on the other line, hear the jingling of his keys getting snatched off the counter. “Bobby didn’t….”

“I’m on my way,” is all he says and then he hangs up. You stand with the phone to your ear listening to the dial tone for a second before setting it back on the receiver. 

Steve’s headlights flash over where you’re sitting on the curb when he pulls up not even ten minutes later. It should’ve taken him longer but you don’t dare question it. You rise to your feet as Steve gets out of his car and rounds it to give you a hug. 

You hadn’t been all that sad before if you had to be honest with yourself but feeling Steve’s arms around you, squeezing you tight breaks some kind of dam behind your eyes. The first tear slips down your cheek as you wrap your arms tighter around Steve’s neck and hide your face against his collarbone. 

He rubs a hand up your back and lets you hold on for as long as you need in the shine of his headlights. The car is still running behind you two and you can faintly hear a Bruce Springsteen song playing over his stereo. After the song ends, Steve speaks up. 

“Are you hungry?”

You pull your head back with a small, wet laugh and nod. You wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of your jacket, taking a step back. It’s only then does Steve realize how pretty you look, done up for a date that didn’t deserve you. “Starving.”

He takes you to a small diner off Fifth Street on the edge of town and you fill yourselves on greasy cheeseburgers and salty french fries and Steve insists on the two of you getting milkshakes. He makes you laugh and you almost forget all about your failed date.

Afterwards, he takes you home. You sit in his car in front of your house for a minute. In the silence, it’s easy to feel sad and sorry for yourself again. You bite back the prick of tears at the corner of your eyes. 

“I wasn’t even sad at first,” you say, feeling like you need to explain yourself. Steve looks at you, eyebrows slightly furrowed. “At first, I was pissed and I spent the whole walk to the payphone cursing his entire existence. And then…I don’t know,” you scrunch your nose and wipe at your eyes. “I guess it was just a way for me to hide how much it hurt me, you know?”

Steve frowns, eyes scanning over you. He grabs your hand and squeezes it three times, like an apology he doesn’t need to give and a way of letting you know he’s there and he cares. 

“Barry’s an idiot,” he says, purposely getting his name wrong because he knows it’ll make you smile. You roll your eyes. 

“Bobby.”

“Eh,” he shrugs. “Same syllables.”

You let out a soft laugh, looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“I, um. I’ve got something for you,” he says, letting go of your hand and leaning across you to open the glovebox. He pulls out a small wrapped gift and your eyes track it, your heart slowly starting to inflate. He holds it out to you. 

“It’s not much..” you look at Steve and his heart chips away in his chest from how sad your eyes look. “But I got you this.”

You sniffle and wipe your nose with the sleeve of your jacket. You take the wrapped gift from his hands, shifting against the passenger’s seat of the car. 

“You got me a Valentine’s gift?” you ask, voice sounding small. Steve’s cheeks start to warm, turning a light shade of pink that he prays doesn’t show in the dark. His eyes meet yours and he nods, a tight lipped smile on his face. 

“‘Course. Open it,” he nods towards it and you look down at the gift in your lap. You glance back at him once, a tiny smile starting to lift your cheeks. The wrapping is an old brown paper bag but it’s wrapped nice and neat like he took his time with it. (He did.)

You pick at a corner of it and slowly peel back the paper. It doesn’t take you long to uncover his gift to you. It’s a new cassette for your walkman, the one you’d been eyeing lately. The one you’re not even sure you’ve mentioned but one time offhandedly. You think you might start crying again.

“Oh..Steve,” you utter his name so softly, like it’s something delicate and fragile. You swallow, tracing along the album cover art. He follows the movement of your hands with his eyes and then looks back up at your face, just as you’ve wiped away a new set of tears. 

“Oh god...do you..is it..” he can’t get his words out and when you look at him with a beaming smile, eyes teary, he’s truly rendered speechless. 

“It’s perfect. I love it,” I love you, you want to say but you bite your tongue. Instead, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Stevie.”

He blinks, cheeks burning furiously now. He smiles at you and nods once. 

“Anything for you.”

You have to bite on your lip to contain your grin.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes! #allie's valentine's house party <3 #allie's vday party blurbs!

[sturn1olo-ffics]

“That’s The Way I Loved You”

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- based off the song “The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s Version by Taylor Swift

- WARNINGS: kissing (making out ‼️), mentions of fighting/arguing, crying, break up but happy ending; NOT PROOFREAD

- ABOUT: Chris and y/n get into a huge fight over Instagram comments and she breaks up with him. A month after, y/n decides it’s time to put herself out there again. She finds a great guy, but he’s just not Chris. That’s when she realizes what she really wants.

“I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. And it’s 2am and I’m cursing your name. So in love that you act insane. And that’s the way I loved you.”

(Y/N’s POV)

I sat down on my couch after a long day and decided to open up my phone and check Instagram. My notifications were blowing up and I didn’t know why.

Chris posted a picture of you at dinner the night before with the caption: “My girl.”

You smile and feel butterflies swarm your stomach as you like the post and comment “Cringe 🤓” just joking around with him.

You check the comments, only to see hate comment after hate comment being left.

User332: “Bro she’s not even pretty”

y/nhater617: “why is he lowering his standards for her 💀”

User984: “i hope they break up soon fr”

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{ iMESSAGE }

Chris: Hey you free tonight or ??

Y/n: You wanna come over?

Chris: Ok mind listener

Y/n: You mean mind reader 😭😭

Chris: Whatever. I’ll be there at 5

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(Time passes)

Chris was over at my house. He was leaned up against my counter and I was sitting on the island across from him.

Scrolling through TikTok, I realize that this is a good time to tell him how I’ve been feeling about his Instagram comments.

“Hey, can we talk about something that’s been bothering me?” I said with a frown.

“Uh- yeah sure. What’s wrong?” Chris said worriedly as he stepped closer toward me.

“I just- you’re Instagram comments are always full of people hating on me… and I was just wondering if-” I started to say before he cut me off.

“Just ignore ‘em” he says in a nonchalant manner, like he didn’t care at all.

“Can you tell them to stop or at least turn your comments off?” I asked in response.

“What? No. I’m not turning my comments off on Instagram. And there’s nothing I can say that will actually get them to stop.” Chris said in a defensive, almost angry tone.

“Can you at least try?” I started to get fed up.

“Y/n. Not everything is going to be perfect just for you.” the words slipped out of his mouth.

“What?” I said, tears filling my eyes.

“Y/n, I meant that I just can’t do anything about it. What do you want me to do? Become a magic wizard and cast a spell on all these little girls to stop hating on you? Even if I could, I still wouldn’t care enough.” Chris yelled.

“Wouldn’t care enough?” I said softly, tears falling out my eyes and running down my cheeks.

“Y/n- it’s just this kinda stuff is what you have to deal with- it’s like character development. It’s a part of life- a part of my life at least-” he started to say before I slid off the counter and started to walk away.

“I’m also a part of your life. And if this is what it’s going to be like, then I don’t want to be anymore.” I said while opening up my front door, signaling him out.

“Y/n, what? You’re gonna break up with me over this?” he said quickly.

“I just can’t right now, Chris.” I responded as he walked out and I closed the door behind him.

I slid down the back of my door, salty tears rolling one after another out of my eyes.

We had gotten in fights before, screaming at each other even, but this one was final.

(ONE MONTH LATER)

I met a boy while I was at the grocery store. His name was Henry and he was really cute and seemed super sweet. We got each others numbers and started hanging out almost every day.

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{ iMESSAGE }

Henry: Hi!! I’ll pick you up at 6 if that’s okay?

Y/n: Sounds great! Can’t wait.

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But the truth is, I could wait.

He’s sensible and so incredible. And all my single friends are jealous. But something just felt off, every time we were together.

It’s been a month since me and Chris broke up, and I knew I wanted to put myself out there. So why did this superhero of a guy just not seem like enough?

I started to think about Chris more and more. Which is weird because I started to not care about the break up about a week after it happened. I always seemed to move on quickly for some reason.

I picked my phone up and shot Henry a quick text, asking him for a rain check.

It actually was pouring down raining outside, so I figured he wouldn’t question it.

I put on “10 Things I Hate About You” and plopped down on my couch with a bowl of popcorn and a Pepsi.

Pepsi was Chris’ favorite drink, and it grew on me over time as well.

“I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.” the TV starts to play as I tear up.

Chris.

All I could think about was Chris.

He flooded my mind.

But why?

I started to get up and make my way to the fridge to grab the container of strawberries I was craving, but noticed I had already eaten them all.

“Great.” I said to myself. I really wanted those strawberries.

There was a grocery store at the end of my street, so I knew I could just walk down there and grab some.

I gather my things in my purse, put my shoes on, and grab my umbrella because it’s practically storming.

I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grab it, 3 knocks sounded at my door.

“Bruh I asked him for a raincheck. No way Henry’s outside my door right now.” I thought to myself.

I turned the knob and opened my front door, only to find Chris standing there. Soaked head to toe from the rain.

“Hi” he said out of breath.

“Chris?” I was confused.

“I take it you’re about to go hang out with Henry” he said, turning around.

“No, actually… I cancelled on him.” I said sharply.

Chris turned around and stared at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I- I don’t know. One minute, I was playing Fortnite on Twitch. And the next I was putting my shoes on to come here. I think I just-” he was saying before I cut him off with a kiss.

He leaned into the kiss almost immediately. Both of us getting soaked from the rain. But we didn’t care. We just craved each other.

He pulled back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. One hand on my waist, the other on my back pulling me impossibly closer to him.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an hour, but was really 30 seconds.

“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” I said with a smile, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

He smiled back and pulled me into a longing hug.

“How about we go inside and dry off huh?” he joked.

“That, and you need to help me figure out how to let Henry down nicely.” I laughed.

“I love you, y/n” he said pausing his footsteps.

My heart jumped. He had never said this before.

“I love you too, Chris” I said with a smile.

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A/n: Hey guys! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I’m trying to make my fics better, so let me know what I could change. Also, let me know what you wanna see next.

Thank you for 80 notes on my last fic!!!

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[doromoni]

Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer! reader

Max Verstappen x photographer! reader

Part 3.

fanfic + smau fic

y/n faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warning: angst , mild swearing , implications of cheating(?)

!song credits belong to Julia Micheals alone

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

<previous next>

Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

or

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

You were never the patient kind , I could tell. You also didn’t like sharing — to this day I still grimace to the memory of your shouts that time I wore your hoodie when it rained out; I didn’t understand your anger … you hated that hoodie. You said that it was yours , you didn’t want it , but it was still yours. I was in shock, yet you could never do wrong in my eyes , always perfect and always kind.

There were times when your words were ugly and crass — more often than I would like to admit. I could understand french , did you know? I heard you mutter “la pute” under your breath when I didn’t want to go out partying 3 nights in row. I was hurt , did you notice? Did you look back? I didn’t see , the tears were blocking my vision.

Your friends pitied me when you took off with another girl from the party you invited me too— petit and brunette, you did have a type. I should be humiliated, I should’ve cried, but all I felt was the cold that numbness provided.

I guess, I should thank you, because if you haven’t left me, your friends wouldn’t have helped. Oh, did you know? your friends and I got along great; I knew that we were going to be the bestest of friends the moment they said “ I’m sorry about Charles. My name is Daniel , that’s Lando and this is Max, we were about to leave and get some ice cream , wanna join?” His lie was obvious, but I didn’t point it out — I only smiled and said “Sure , but only if it’s the cheap kind” because another expensive object forced into my hands is the last thing I needed.

We then found ourselves in the parking lot of McDonald’s — dressed in couture priced at hundreds and thousands of dollars on top of an Aston Martin, eating soupy ice cream from half empty McFlurry cups and munching on mostly soggy fries. We were laughing about nothing and everything. I was having the time of my life . I felt the cold wind of Monaco’s evening breeze in my hair as mindless chatter filled the air. It felt nice.

I did not think of you. You never once came to mind. That was the first time where I didn’t fucking care. I felt … free.

I sensed someone nudge my side, It was Max . “You grew quite, are you alright?” He asked , his eyes filled with concern ; I never knew that eyes could be that blue. I smiled and gave him a nod, and to my surprise a fry was suddenly pushed into my mouth. The only thought in my mind then was how salty the fries were and how beautiful the smile that adorned the face of the dutch racer was.

***

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navi.exe this is goodbye.

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y/n_stills. EMILIAN! how mean >:((

charles_leclerc Mate, is that y/n?

charles_leclerc She’s with you? She said she was busy.

y/n_stills. 30m

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maxverstappen1 : im sorry~ liebling, please let me hug you :((

y/n_stills. No

charles_leclerc Y/N?!

charles_leclerc You said you were busy, what the fuck is this then?

charles_leclerc please answer your phone, pick up my calls.

charles_leclerc i swear y/n… pick up the phone.

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F1wags Max and Y/N spotted at singer-songwriter y/f/n’s concert!!

A fan had seen both max and y/n arriving together in Max’s Aston Martin at the concert hall earlier this evening, It was reported that the two were hand in hand as they were escorted towards backstage and stopping to sign autographs for fans who recognized them.

During the Formula 1 summer break, these two were mostly silent until the most recent post of Y/N that features a mystery man - whom she called “my hero” to which Max left a 💙 in the comments. Could the unnamed guy be Max? Is Y/N finally an official wag?

Even before Max, fans have speculated something going on between Y/N and Charles — more than a employer:employee relationship. Yet nothing was confirmed or made official by the Ferrari driver.

Nevertheless, Y/N has been a staple at the paddock and is loved by both fans, drivers, and motorhomes alike.

Admin: We love Y/N so much it hurts >:((

tagged : maxverstappen1 and y/n_stills.

user1 WHAT?? Max and Y/N? I didn’t see that coming… yet they surprisingly suit each other ngl

user2 Ikr they oddly complement each other and the height difference?? they got me so softtt.

user1 grumpy x sunshine on track ~ they’re so cute!

user3 lmao off track these two are just crack x crack @user1

user1 facts, imagine them together with Lando and Daniel … complete and utter chaos.

user4 Charles and Y/N weren’t dating? Bruh fumbled and lost a 10. Should’ve bagged her when you had the chance.

user1 much like his team , his strategy failed.

user4 @user1 Lmao , and Red bull is here to overtake 🤭

user5 everything is clicking omg. It makes sense! Y/N is close to Max’s sisters and surprisingly Jos!

user6 dude imagine being bffs with your boyfriend’s dad. I swear everyone just loves y/n and if you don’t. That’s a you problem.

user7 oof big L for Charles 😭 , yo girl went to the enemy .

user8 well its a fact that villains love harder, I support you y/n! get the most payed athlete on the grid .Girl get the bag!

user9 tbh I never was a supporter of the Y/N and Charles ship… It felt one sided?

user10 @user9 I thought I was the only one! It felt like Y/N was always pushed to the side or smth.

user8 they’re both glowing in their recent posts~ must be nice to have someone. ha ha ha im not lonely at all.

landonorris they didn’t invite me, again.

user1 lando what are you doing on a wag page??

user2 what do you mean again… so this ain’t new huh. Interesting

user3 so it’s basically true, They are together! confirmed. I wont take no for an answer

***

📍 AO Arena , Manchester

The light had again started to dim, only a single spotlight shone — illuminating my most dearest friend. A familiar arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back into their warmth . Sighing with content as I melted into his embrace

“How are you feeling , liebling?” Max whispered in my ear, drawing mindless circles around my waist . I couldn’t answer, as I was too overwhelmed with peace and comfort. I could only fall deeper in his embrace and letting my head lean on his shoulder. Feeling the soothing beating of his heart as my back pressed into him.

“alright everyone, I want to sing one last song. This one is not written by me, but my dearest and longest friend, y/n! She’s actually in the audience today. This song is dedicated to the person who she opened her heart to after going through every hardship she faced, and I was made aware that the certain person is here with her tonight. This song … It’s too beautiful not to share with the world. Y/N im sorry for putting you on the spot , I know how this song means so much to you. You deserve all the happiness and love in this world. You finally found it.”

Hearing what what y/f/n had said , my pulse grew quicker and my throat grew dry, yet I didn’t pull away from Max’s embrace. I wasn’t sure if I wanted for him to hear what I in wrote that song. That song held the contents of my heart, holding nothing back; baring my soul in each word. I laid all my cards for him to see.

“The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

The summer before you

I let it take up very little oxygen

Nowhere I'd rest my head, more like an ottoman

Never had someone like you to treat me like Solomon

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

You can't spell "drama" with consonants

And I admit, I usually was the cause of it

Now here we are, you got me changing all of it

Slow me down, I want you too

It's different when it comes to you

Hey, yeah

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know

The summer before you

I thought love was Shakespearean

More or less a painful experience

Only ever real if you're delirious

But little did I know

You would be the one I confide in

Learn how to try with

Little did I know

It was you before I ever decided

Yeah, little did I know

You would be the one that would save me

Learn how to change me

Little did I know

Oh-ooh, just look at you, can you blame me?

Oh-oh-oh, little (yeah) did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh (oh), little did I know (did I know)

Oh-oh-oh, little did I know that it could feel like this (yeah)

Oh-oh-oh, little, every time I got you on my lips (hey)

The summer before you”

Shouts and claps filled the stadium, but it grew deaf in our ears as we stood frozen in time- the beating of our hearts beating louder than ever. Then suddenly, I was again staring at the bluest of eyes that reflected every emotion and this time they were filled with unshed tears. My hand shook as I slowly lifted my palm to his cheeks.

“Do you mean it?” His voice soft , filled with yearning and hope . Slowly leaning his forehead against mine.

“Every last word” I whispered.

Then his lips finally met mine. We didn’t have to say it, we both knew that we were each other’s.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Little did I know , it was you before I ever decided. Little did I know it could feel like this.

Thank you for waiting for me , my love💙

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maxverstappen1 I would’ve waited for eternity if you needed me to, my Liebling 💙

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“CHARLES! Are you alright?!”

“Mom, what have I done… I lost her. I lost y/n”

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[senoraackerman]

You & Geto dating HC’s

Back at it again (do I have a life? The answer is no)

WARNINGS: fluff and the tinniest bit of smut

This man is the sweetest person alive (pretending he didn’t massacre a whole village 🥰)

Loves watching soccer matches with your family (did y’all see Miami vs FC Dallas-)

We have establish he is a club America fan(shameless promo to my Geto meeting your parents HC)

Likes cooking for you

Those meals >>>

Let’s you braid his hair

Well he lets you do anything in general to him

You take full advantage of that (pause)

When you’re on your period this man does everything in his power to make the week easier on you

Food? Got you covered

Space? He’s gone

Cramps? Heating pad on full blast

Loves tagging along to carne asadas

Aunts are gossiping

The kids are sleeping on chairs

Someone is on Facebook live

They let geto take on the grill (so hot omg)

Loves playing video games with you (and gojo also joins the voice call)

You love when he stretches in the morning and his shirt rides up a bit to reveal his ripped abs and v line (I got pregnant from writing that)

Just like my baby girl nanami, he learns Spanish for you (back again with the shameless promo of my HC’s)

This man sleeps so soundly.

Like stays in place and doesn’t budge

Heavy ass sleeper (he just like me)

Wakes up to see you sleeping on top of him

Loves fucking you while you’re asleep (with permission of course)

I feel like he enjoys salty food

(I suddenly can’t name a dish as an example)

Every two weeks on Sunday you both clean your shared apartment with Spanish music (y’all KNOW what I mean)

Likes it when you take control of a situation (do what you will with that)

Loves, loves, LOVES watching you do your skin care routine

He eventually has one of his own

He enjoys watching novelas with you (mi corazón es tuyo >>>>>>>)

Uno matches between you guys were banned (he puts a 4+ card every damn time)

You both have a pair of matching doc martens (real)

Once again, he’s so sweet (a little too sweet to strangers 🧍🏻‍♀️)

Feeds some of the cats in the apartment complex

You start a listening session on Spotify with Geto

Like you’ll be sketching in your notebook in the living room and he’ll be in your bedroom playing on his PlayStation with one earbud in listening

You both have a playlist together with your favorite songs

Will get you little knick knacks

A small porcelain tea set. It’s placed on a shelf in the living room.

A funko pop of your favorite character sits on top of your drawers

Absolutely LOVES when you comb his hair with your fingers

He can fall asleep JUST FROM THAT

moans softly as you do😏

Wakes up unexpectedly around four in the morning to see that you’re still awake playing roblox on your phone

He just squints and turns back around to sleep

Good at karaoke (he told me himself)

Loves going on late drives to get food with you (another shameless promo to you and geto in the car)

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A/N

It is in fact five in the morning and I’m about to go to sleep. This post will go up later today. Goodnight.

(It is now later in the day)

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Love me in the dark

(chapter 2)

DBF Simon Riley x OC

Summary - Maevis and Simons prank war questions what they are to each other because strangers doesn't feel correct.

Theme - angst, smut, fluff

Warnings - trauma dumping, smoking, arguments, self hate, age gap ( 12 years), smut- voyeurism, self pleasure, pet names.

He’s still in my head, circling my thoughts every single second I breathe, those eyes haunt me in my sleep so full of pain. Dragging myself to deal with the day scheduled of course as if dear old Dad could cope without complete control, probably have a heart attack. Padding into the kitchen only for my breath to hitch. Mother of fuck. Simon’s standing, boiling the kettle in grey sweats. Just grey sweats. Sweet Jesus I’m salivating, my eyes are glued to his tattoos on his back the ink details that litter his back, song with areas of white skin. Between his shoulder blades is an interactive drawing of an angel with tattered wings that spread the blades of his shoulders. I’m physically choking on air while I stare, I can't stop.

And then it clicks, in a childish fit last night- at 2 in the fucking morning when his face was making me weak in the knees and electrocuting my skin- I decided to act like a spoiled child. Stomping into the kitchen, my glare zoning into the kitchen where he stood making tea only a few hours ago, I quickly ripped the sugar container from its place, dumping the contents in a spare bowl. My fingers search for the salt. His words about me being a daddies girl as if he knows our relationship, the fact ‘daddy’ left with no answers because it was easier than admitting his career destroyed our relationship and the phone doesnt go both ways when your fucking ten.

I rip off the salt lid and pour it into the original sugar jar and then pour the sugar into the salt container. Cleaning the mess in a haze of glee and popping it all back I practically hopped into my room. 

Shit do i tell him? Yes, that's the mature thing someone my age, with a big girl job, would do.

“Princess if you stare at my back any harder it's gonna leave a mark,” he teases, turning around as he stirs his tea smugly. The smirk on his face angers me to unrivalled levels, but also forces me to pull together from the nickname. Of course he fucking notices this but can’t seem to notice a car moving. Fuck it, he can drink the salty tea.

Simons pouring unknowingly salt into his tea as I turn back to my room and yell out.

“Enjoy your tea Simon!” I sprint the second I’m out of his view, locking my door instantly.

It doesn’t take long for me to hear my name being bellowed by Simon

“Maevis get your ass out here now!” He practically threatens standing in front of my door.

“Sorry Simy can't pop in the shower, need anything?” inquiring as innocently as I can. I'm dying inside knowing the hissy fit this man is about to pull.

I begin to undress for the shower when I hear him.

“Maevis.”  I see Simon as I peek out of the shower. “Simon.”I'm waiting to see what he will do.

“Now Maevis.” “No thank you I’d rather not,” I quip and slam the shower for him to hear and carry on. 

Fuck him.

Simon’s pov- 

She is nothing like her father, she's reckless and childish, changing the sugar for salt? Is she 10 years old for the love of fuck.

The buzz of voices in the garden as people socialise, moving in fluttery movements unsure of who to chat about their waiting for the crappy wine to be soaked up and the fuzz of being drunk fogs their fears of being judged. I remain in a corner, feeling the rose thorn prick me ever so gently. I observe the guests hop from one group to the next, wondering how I ended up here. I'm here because my ex-captain when I was a recruit helped me out, and now I'm here as his best man around people I don't know asking questions i dont want and having to see her. 

The air smells like the nearby vineyard filling my head with the sweetness, the bitterness from the salt is still on my tongue even with the whiskey. my eyes scan the groups of people and the moment my eyes land on her finally my mind is consumed by her once again. She is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. The green dress hugs her curves with a side slit showing the thigh tattoo that curls its way on her flesh, inked flowers. pretty. My eyes rise to dress, my god. My eyes nearly fall out when she turns around to talk to someone. In her hair her body again. I'm stuck and for the first time in  my life I'm flustered, until she smiles slightly and sticks her tounge out at me. All those thoughts of her die and leave me remembering how childish she is. 

Still watching her, she turns her body back to the stranger laughing and it warms a part of me I don’t want to think about, her chatter distracts me from her now pointing her finger at me and moving away pushing the stranger in my direction. For fuck sakes Maevis, wanna play? Let's play princess.

Maevis pov:

God he’s gorgeous, the white linen shirt he has on is open at the top and cuffed at his elbows showing off those tattoos but catching him staring at me is making me force my legs together from the warmth that is developing. ive pushed a very enthusiastic old lady towards him hoping to push his temper if it meant he’ll come find me and tell me off.

Walking away, weaving through the herds of people and reaching an outer corner to hide where the sun warms my skin and calms my mind. Until I hear my father, I love him but when I see him it's like a slap in the face. I want to scream at him and cry and ask the questions the child in me wants answers to but I can't so I turn and smile. 

“Darling, why are you here? Come, I have people for you to meet!” pulling me by my elbow to follow him to the gaggle of older men who make me feel sick with their stares. I'm used to it, it doesn't take a genius to work out why but god it still makes me feel ill. They start to speak to me asking all the questions that all have the same underlying meaning, which is that i've filled out in all the right places to be stared at like a prized doll in the shop window. Goosebumps begin to form along my arms as I try to control my tongue for my dad and not be snarky.

A warm hand slips around my waist and I jump whipping around to see Simon dead staring at the old men with a look that could kill a man.

“I’m sorry gents but I need to steal Maevis away, and I think your wives are wondering where you are.”

I sink into his touch on my hip, it's warm and soothing. His thumb makes circles, the creeping feeling between my legs starts again and I want to hide my blush but I'm frozen. He begins to pull me with him, staring at them and glancing at my father with what only could suggest annoyance and disappointment in the man. Whisking me away even when we are out their view, his hand still on my hip. His body bends his head to reach mine and moves his mouth to my ear whispering.

“Are you alright, love?” The kindness strikes me, so soothing yet shocking how the gruffness rasp of his voice holds the words and makes me melt.

“I’m fine, thank you Si “ I whisper back, catching his eyes as I turn. We are too close, so close I can see every etch in his skin and those pretty lips that I want to cover my skin with.

“Good. Now good luck,” he begins to smile as he twists my body back and pushes me back into the hoard of people.

Confusion only lasts a second when it clicks, I see about 5 ladies dressed like colourful birds smiling at me and calling me to go chat with me. Oh fuck, this is karma from before. Simon's warmth disappears from behind me and I feel my dark hair fall into my face. Positioning my hand to go tighten my ribbon I find it missing. It’s gone? I spin around checking the floor in despair. Did it fall out? But it's gone and I'm consumed by too much old lady perfume and loud chatter. 

“Maevis ? Gosh dear haven't you changed! Do you remember me dear, I'm your aunt?” one of them speaks holding me, she smells too strongly of perfume i cant breath, pulling me aware from finding the ribbon.

“Ah yes of course, how are you?” I respond too slowly because I  have zero clue who this lady is, i smile and hope it's believable and no one points it out.

The rest stare at me like a group of hawks and I don't know how to hold myself, these strangers who I'm related to and would persecute me if I mess up. 

“I'm fine sweety just at the point in my life where I move and pray I haven't pulled a muscle, it's such a shame we haven't seen you in such a long time, why is that ?” she inquires and the air in my lungs catches because the sentence in my head unravels  the second she ends her sentence.

“Oh um school and work became a priority and it was easier to stay with my mam” every word is a lie but no one is asking for the truth, they want to ask because i disappeared and i don't blame them, my heart hurted every day i couldn't see them but eventually i got used to it and time moves on enough that my brain couldn't remember their faces just the nostalgia.

“Ah such a shame but I understand darling it's okay just know that we’re here if you need us,” squeezing my arm just as much as my heart because I want to swallow up in my sadness, i feel like a traitor when I stand around this warmth. 

Simons pov:

If those fuckers look at her again I’m going to kill them, how could her father not see it? My grip on the ribbon in my hand tightens. No reasons come to my mind of why I took it from her hair other than a way to carry on our little war. 

Shoving it in my pocket panic sets in that my rage will break it also if I stare at it for too long my mind gets clouded by her and tightness in my trousers fills me with guilt. Her dad is quite literally the man I respect the most, he taught me everything I know. At the same time I see her I swear it's like she's the sun. It’s intoxicating to just be near her, the danger signs in my head go berserk like a reminder that I'm a war criminal. I've killed more people than I could count. I've got people killed, good people. I don't deserve that kind of happiness. Not in this lifetime. 

“Private riley!” my head whips around on instinct the station so far below me yet still my reaction is the same as the 17 year old kid who just joined the military. 

“Yes sir.”

“Ah shit its lieutenant now isn't it, come have a beer with me” her father calls me over to come sit with me and hands me a beer. fuck of all people to talk to me right now.

the cold bottle held in my hand feels like a fucking lifeline when he starts talking, blabbing drunkenly about how grateful his kid is back in his life, drilling into me that its his kid, she is nothing to me and gushing over her achievements at 25 fucking hell she is too young for me to want her like this im 37 christ i feel guilty. 

“It's a shame i couldn't see her with all her graduations but ah work came first, that's probably why i would never want her to end up with someone like you simon,” grabbing my shoulder kindly but my heart drops and I can't breathe. The words stick in my head painted in red, reminding me that I would only hurt her.

“Um yeah mate wouldn't want her with a bastard like me” I replied the words taste like bleach on my tongue.

“Exactly you get it kid, the shit we go through god it ruined my first marrage I was never home, not to fucking mention the PTSD from all that shit wouldnt want Maevis to be dragged down by all that shit people like us go through,” he carries on, every word is stabbing me and holds me accountable for even thinking of her as more than my ex captains kid. 

“Yeah definitely, will you excuse me sir? I need to check in on my task force," I mutter as I stand, I need to leave before he says any more shit.

“Yes go on son, thank you for listening”

“Of course sir,”  I mutter, quickly striding away from the conversation to the empty space from people by a pool.

I can breathe now that he isn't here, but the words are still dragging me into some pit. Gripping tightly the glass I drain all the alcohol the burn soothes me for a secon.The reflective lights of the pool let me reminisce about a calmer point in my life. And for a bit my solitude is comforting, I cannot hurt anyone if there is no one to hurt. Until I hear familiar footsteps moving towards me I instantly check, her ribbon is out of view and it's not, shit.

She needs to leave.

Maevis’ pov:

  Whatever my dad told Simon must have been bad from the way he so crutley left. Exiting the ladies I had searched for my ribbon where I was standing earlier, my hair is in my face and it's pissing me off, tickling my skin and making me sneeze when it brushes my nose. Walking directly into a view where I could see my dad and simon talk or more my dad yapping, and Simon gripping his glass. Just from the look he’s giving to my unbeknownst dad I think the glass was going to burst and his jaw locked, his eyes had diminished any light I had seen in them.

Staring at the two of them, I catch a glint of green in Simons front pocket, my fucking ribbon. that little shit. An deniable urge to beat him with my shoe till comes over me. Storming towards them in the most calm way a crazy lady could until my arm is caught by someone, urging me to come meet family members agin for the 50th fucking time. The old lady said how great it is that I’m finally around everyone, again. I look over my shoulder to check his glaring daggers, only to see Simon walking away from my father who is plastered in his chair.

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“Simon Riley give it back,:” rushing towards him, after searching the grounds to find him tucked away by an empty pool, standing alone just staring with an empty glare at nothing.

“I'm not in the mood.” he responds curtly, it's so cold, there is nothing in his voice not even wit. and all the warmth he has begun to make me feel starts to ebb away. What did my father say to him?

“Si? Are you being grumpy because of the little pranks today? “ laughing awkwardly because the coldness of him is making me panic. Did I go too far? my heart is my throat, the idea he may be so angry he won't speak to me again makes me panic and I don't know why but i step closer. His blonde hair in the sun glows saintly halo, I wish it didn't distract me.

“Why are you here? I don't even know you. We are strangers, you and I. Go talk with your family before you get seen with me,” again with the coldness that holds in my heart.

“Si….?” I question, confusion floods me. I step forward. 

“Stop. You don’t know me and I don't want to know you. You’re- you’re like some lost puppy leave me the fuck alone,” and like that those words are a spark to my anger and all the sadness and confusion is wrapped around my annoyance.

“You can say that shit but hand over my ribbon. I want it back,” my hands reach out. I step closer again, close enough I can smell his cologne and the hint of whiskey.

His hand quickly wraps around my wrist and twists me so I'm on the edge of the pool and away from his pocket. I’m too close to the edge, but the thumping in my ear as my blood rushes to my ears is because he is so close. 

“No,” he stares at me, he's so cold my heart feels like it has frostbite.

I see his eyes quickly dart to my lips, as I breathe in shallowly from my mouth. His eyes darken, it’s like I can read his mind but can he read mine. Images of me naked and him on top of me flash through my mind. Without thinking I go to kiss him I see his face turn into panic as I use all my weight to twist us back around. I try to shove him in. I’ll make him see what happens when he fucks with my feelings and steal my accessory to a kickass outfit fuck no you dont. only as his body moves to the water his hand is still on my wrist and forces me to topple into the water after him.

My head is spinning too much from the alcohol given to me all day to process the change from land to water. stress sets into my muscles and i try to swim up. 

A strong grip of rough hands does the job for me, pulling me through the water forcing my head up to the surface, gasping. I turn to Simon, his grip still on me.

“What the fuck Maevis.”

Turning to him I swim closer, my arm reaches for his shoulder to use, or so he thinks my mind reels still pissed at his change in mood and refusal to give me my stuff back. Trailing my arm down his torso now on show from the water making it see through, his abdomen twitches from the sudden touch. My eyes remain on his lips and watch as his chest rises and falls rapidly as my hand trails closer to his crotch. Leaning into his ear I hear his breathing stop completely as my hand lightly grazes his cock already growing hard. Turning so my lips are close to his ear I wait a second, my hand cupping him gently.

“Strangers huh Si?” I whisper, quickly moving my hand from him into the pocket where my ribbon is and grabbing it. Turning away, I swim to the exit. Leaving him barely breathing and dead staring at my back as I leave the pool and walk towards our room. 

Soaking wet I move through the villa to our room leaving a trail of water that I'm praying no old family member slips and cracks a hip on. 

I head straight for the shower, absence of Simon and the breeze causes me to shiver. All the fury is melting into something that warms my stomach and stirs something inside me. I need it out of my system, then I can go back to hating him.

Maevis’ pov:

I don’t wait to enter my part of the room to strip down. I’m unbearably cold and my nipples hurt from the friction of the wet dress. I hurry to the shower letting the water run till it’s scolding hot, hopefully hot enough to flush my feelings and thoughts. I scrub and scrub trying my hardest to forget him, forget how he grew harder as I straddled his hips. It felt amazing to feel his arms securely around me, that and the look on his face as he saw the opaque dress.

“Fucker.” I detest how much I need this relife. I lean my head back, closing my eyes as I imagine him kissing me, from my mouth to my tits. I slowly creep my hand down between my legs sighing in relief. I imagine him clearly on his knees slowly parting my legs and looking up at me through his eyelashes. Feeling his hands grip and travel up my thighs, and as he reaches my cunt he slowly circles my clit, teasingly. I begin to breathe heavier, the water blocking my nose causes me to open my mouth slightly and a moan escapes me. Dear god, I hope he isn’t back. I can feel my orgasm build up ever so slowly. I picture him, slipping his fingers between my pussy whispering, “keep your legs open for me princess. Like the good girl you are.” I push in my fingers, quickening the pace, the friction killing me. 

Simon’s pov:

In the bathroom I hear the shower running. That brat took her ribbon from me and thinks she can hide from me in the bathroom, pretending to shower? Right, not going to fool me. I storm over to the bathroom door cracking the door ajar pausing when I hear her moan. I shouldn’t. I really fucking shouldn’t, any gentleman wouldn’t peak but I’m anything but. I look in curiously and the sight before nearly makes me groan in desperation. There she is water running over her beautiful body, plastering her long hair to body. I follow the stream of water running from her head, down to her perfect tits, all the way to- 

Fuck me.

I feel the blood rush straight to my cock. Hardening instantly, at her fucking herself, moaning. her breathy gasps say something. “Simon.” Holy shit. I can’t think straight. I'm focused solely on how her hands work her to an orgasim. I envisage how magnificent she’d look as I look up at making her come with my mouth. 

“Yes, god fu-” she hitches shuddering under the steaming water. She pumps in and out a few more times and slumps down. 

It takes all the will power in me and years of training not to go in there and make her scream my name, not just say it. To not pick her up and rail her over the bathroom counter, gripping her hair so that she can see me pounding into her and see how her eyes tear in painful pleasure. 

I’m not helping my situation, I shake my head rubbing my eyes snapping me back. I head straight back out onto the balcony, I need a cig or twenty.

I knew she was going to be trouble.

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Kisses and Tattoos

Series: Kisses and Tattoos - Pt. 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: 18+

Warnings: smut. Smut. Oh… and more smut. If you are underage I suggest you turn away now because this is not for you. Goodbye crotch gremlins. Other than that. Tooth rotting fluff.

Summary: Eddie comes to explain. A happily ever after ensues.

A/N: this account has officially been up for a whole year soooo yay. Here is a happy birthday treat. Not proofread cause I’m lazyyyyyyyy

Word Count: idk I didn’t count yet lol

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

I love a smutty ending… Oop! I mean a happy ending :)

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You knew that this was all a bad idea. You never should have let your friends talk you into going out tonight. Every bar was flashing the news of Chrissy and Eddie. Every club was playing Corroded Coffin's songs. And to top it all off your friends were determined to get you shit-faced drunk.

And they did a great job.

You couldn't help but giggle as Luke dragged you through your front door. He laughed at you as you stumble against him.

"Alright. Straight to bed." He laughed again but suddenly you felt your stomach turn. You were totally about to throw up.

You rushed to the bathroom and heard Luke behind you just repeating the word "okay" over and over again. He rubbed your back as you wretched into the toilet until the phone started to ring. He ignored it the first time around but once it started ringing again he sighed and quickly rushed over to the phone.

"Stay put!" He shouted from the phone as you continued to puke into the toilet. "Hello?" He cleared he throat trying to wipe the image of you puking from his mind.

"Uh... hi?" Eddie's voice wavered over the phone at the new voice. His stomach felt a bit tighter and he could feel his heart sinking in his chest. Who was this man answering your phone?

"Who's speaking?" Luke hummed softly.

"Um, Eddie. Munson." Eddie grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled it in front of his face. He looked around the bus and sighed a bit.

"Oh. Oh!" Luke laughed a bit as he takes in this information.

"Is... uh, Y/N home?"

"Oh shit. Uh, yes." Luke looked into the bathroom and sees you still hovering over the toilet. "Uhhhhh. Y/N can't come to the phone right now... Can I take a message?" Luke tried to keep his eye on you while you throw up but also tried to keep his attention on Eddie. It was quite the task if he was being honest with himself. The vision of you puking was jarring to say the least.

“I was just calling for the address. I was supposed to get in tomorrow…” Eddie sighed and pulled at his hair a little bit before dropping it and letting his hand run over his shoulder. Over his tattooed bite mark. A swift reminder of you.

“Oh well. I didn’t think you’d still be coming since the whole…”

“Right right. No. I need to explain that to Y/N. It’s all a hot mess and I…” Eddie paused and can’t help but get a bit awkward when he remembers he is not talking to you. “Anyways. Is there anyway she can just give me the address really quick?”

“Uh.” Luke looked back just in time to watch you upchuck more drink into the toilet and wretches a bit himself. “That’s a no. I oh god…”

“What’s wrong?!” Eddie sat up on his side of the phone and leans into the phone intensely listening for you voice anywhere on the other end.

“Uh. Well. We got Y/N very drunk tonight considering the news of you and your side whore and-“

“She not my-“

“And now Y/N is… well throwing it all back up. I should go.”

“What’s the address. I’m flying in now.” Eddie started grabs his things and starts to pack random clothes into a small backpack with an old hellfire patch sewn onto it. “I gotta make sure she’s okay. Have you gotten her water? Try salty snacks too.” Eddie rustles on the other side of the phone as he frantically packs.

“I… okay.” Luke looked around him and then realized Eddie is frantically packing because you might be sick. Maybe. He thinks to himself for a minute. How bad could giving him the address really be?

“The address man? I gotta go to the airport.”

“Oh yea it’s-“

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When morning comes your head is pounding as you roll out of bed. God. You knew last night was a bad idea. You make your way out of the room and suddenly hear two male voices chatting.

As you turn a corner in your home you see Luke at first on the couch then you see Eddie sitting on the floor. You think for a moment you’re dreaming until he flies to his feet and rushes over to you. Taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours.

You give in for a moment before you remember all the throwing up you did. You pull away and cringe.

“I threw up.” You whine and he simply chuckles at you.

“I know.” He gives a quirky smile before shrugging. “But I don’t care.” He says as he tucks a chunk of your hair behind your ear.

“You…” you try to find the words but everything just comes rushing out. “You have a girlfriend and it’s not me. You should care.”

“Alright. I’m gonna head out.” Luke stands up and grabs his things before heading to the door. “Call if you need me.” He steps out and closes it behind him leaving you and Eddie alone. Face to face in your home.

The silence that filled the air between you and Eddie is so tense you feel suffocated.

“Hi” Eddie grins at you. You try so hard to ignore how it warms your belly but you can’t.

“Eddie.” And you try to ignore how it twists when you watch his face fall.

“Y/N, please let me just have one more kiss before I explain everything. I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“And whose fault is that? Not mine.” You huff.

Eddie’s face falls again and you feel your heart plummet despite the clear betrayal he has done to you.

“Okay. Do you wanna sit or?” Eddie asks softly as he shoves his hands into his leather jacket.

You stay perfectly still. Standing before him. Half because you want to seem tough despite the heartbroken feeling lingering in your chest. And half because you fear if you shift your stomach too much you may throw up again.

“Okay.” Eddie says again. He takes in a big breath and then looks you directly in the eye. His big brown eyes make your skin tingle all over just as they have before. How can it be you have only seen each other two other times in person.

Just him standing before you makes you want to believe whatever he is about to say and forgive him instantly.

“Chrissy. She is not my girlfriend.”

You huff at this.

“Okay hold on. I’m not done.” Eddie laughs a bit and god it makes you wanna fall into him. Kiss him all over. “I’ve known her since high school but believe me she and I are not together. It’s just a stupid tabloid story which our team is trying to clear up as we speak.”

“Why should I believe a thing you say Eddie Munson?” You meet his gaze and you falter a bit when you see the hurt in his eyes.

“Chrissy has a girlfriend too. Robin. Our stage manager. They’ve been dating since school too. And I’d never cheat on you. Ever.” His eyes are wide and pleading as they search yours for anything.

“Why did you stop calling? Why did you just leave me alone? Why did you… why?”

“I’m so sorry. The tour got out of hand. Chrissy came to us and was asking to join us in order to see Robin more. They’ve kept their relationship under wraps for years in order to keep Chrissy’s image up. So we’ve been a lot more focused on that and I just kept slipping up.” Eddie combs his fingers through his hair quickly and sighs more at himself than anything else.

“Why did you just tell me?” You sigh stepping towards him a bit. He shrugs and looks down at you. He looks as if he is about to reach out to you but quickly changes his mind.

“Chrissy’s one of my best friends. I… I’ve never told anyone about her and Robin.” He looks down at his feet as if he still feels like he’s betrayed her. “She told me to tell you now that the tabloid thing got out but… still feels kinda wrong to say anything.”

You sigh and as you look at Eddie and his sad little frame you can’t help but forgive him.

“Eds.” You step forward and quickly place your hand on his cheek. He leans into your touch and Eddie feels his muscles relax. He feels as if he could sob he is so relieved. “Eddie. It’s fine.”

He immediately pulls you into him. Your head smacking into his chest. You laugh deeply as Eddie snuggles into your neck.

“Of course. The Chrissy thing is fine. The phone calls on the other hand.” Eddie pulls back as you say this and his cheeks are bright red.

“Unacceptable. Won’t happen again.” He salutes you and you laugh.

“Okay. I’m going to shower then eat.”

“Shall I join ya?” He shrugs out of his jacket and you giggle.

“Eddie…” you warn.

“What? Am I not forgiven? Come onnnnn you know you want me to help. I could wash your hair for you…” he tiptoes towards you and grabs your waist gently. He gives you a cheeky grin that is so hard to resist you almost give in.

“Don’t you have to tell your girlfriend you’ve made it safely or something?” You tease as you swat him away.

Eddie groans and basically falls to his knees. “Please. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t make me part with you for a second more.” He pleads softly looking up at him.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and start to walk to the bathroom. You look over your shoulder and see Eddie stumbling to keep up with you. This is the first time you see what he is wearing. A sweaty crop top with so many rips it’s barley a shirt. Black jeans with a studded belt hanging loose around his hips.

You turn back to face him which cause him to stop in his tracks.

“What?” He chuckles which warms your stomach. He’s so sweet and you can’t believe you thought he would cheat now that you are looking at him.

“Are you wearing a tour outfit?” You ask gently.

Eddie blushes and his hand slowly moves to the back of his neck. “Oh. I uh… I called you as soon as my show was over and than that nice fellow Luke said you were sick so I just… came straight from the bus.” He smiles at you as if it’s nothing but you feel your heart swell.

“So you need the shower as well then.” This cause him to grin wickedly.

“More than you know, baby.” He basically runs as you and grabs your hips. “Shall we?”

After directly him to the bathroom you both start to strip down. You pull your shirt over your head and before you even throw it to the tile Eddie is on his knees before you, kissing the skin of your abdomen. You giggle at the sensation.

“Eddie!” You smile down at him just as he looks up at you through his lashes.

“Mmm? What?” He mumbles between kisses.

“We’re supposed to be showering.”

“Mmm. I’m getting there.” Eddie pulls back from your stomach and quickly takes his shirt off. Your eyes instantly go to the tattoo of your bite mark in his shoulder. Your fingers go to trace it gently and Eddie softly moans under your touch.

“Eddie…”

Your voice has him opening his eyes to look up at you once more. Lashes fluttering softly.

“Stand up so you can kiss me.” This hand Eddie on his feet faster than you thought possible.

Before you know it your back is digging into the sink counter and Eddie’s hands are roaming all over your exposed skin. His lips pressed against yours so firmly as his tongue glides across your bottom one asking for entrance.

You gasp letting him in and he moans agains you. Your hand find their way into his hair tugging slightly. His find their way to your bra, fidgeting slightly.

“Can I?” He breathes into you and you quickly nod. “Words, my love.”

“Yes!” You huff out quickly wanting his soft lips to back on yours rather than speaking.

He chuckles but quickly presses his lips back to yours and just as quickly undoes your bra. You quickly slide it off and as soon as your breast hit his chest Eddie nearly crumbles before you.

“Oh good god.” He exclaims as his grips at you tighter as if he would fall without doing so. You giggle at him and he shudders. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I need you.” He buffs softly as he presses his chest against yours. Both of you gasping at the sensation.

Before you can even take in the full sensation of his bare skin on yours, you feel his fingers fiddling with the tie on your pj bottoms. You quickly start to undo his belt and both of you are fumbling to have each other naked.

Soon you are both free of clothes and stumbling into the warm shower water.

Eddie kisses your shoulder as he lathers your skin in soap. He quickly starts to suck at the soft skin of your neck. You sigh against his naked body as water runs down your skin.

“Eds…” you hum as you drop your head back onto his shoulder. He hums in response while kissing a new bruise on your skin. “I need you too.”

Eddie smiles at this and places a kiss on your cheek before he grabs your neck and quickly turns you around to face him. He grins at you as you gasp. You smile at him and he pushes you agains the cool tile beneath the shower head. He places a wet kiss against your open mouth and both of you moan softly.

“Eddie fuck me slow and hard.” You grunt as he tightens his grip on your neck. You watch his eyes basically roll into the back of his head.

“Oh god. Yes.” He groans as he quickly spreads your legs and slides his fingers down to your slit. He slides into you so easily as you release a gasped moan. He uses your slick as a quickly line before leaning into you. He pumps himself a few times before whispering into your ear. “Jump.”

You do and wrap your legs around his waist. Being back with him feels almost too goo to be true. That is until he slowly slides into you. In and in and in as if it’ll never stop. Until he bottoms you out and you cry out a bit.

“Oh Eddie!” You moan as you left your head fall into his. He huffs softly.

“Don’t do that or I’ll come way too fast.” He chuckles causing you to laugh as well.

You quickly wrap your arms around his neck and wiggle against him making your bodies flush. He whimpers and curses softly before starting to slowly thrust in and out of you. His hits are hard as he thrusts just like you asked.

The sound of your moans and his mix beautifully. The water soaks the both of you as Eddie pounds into you over and over again.

“Fuck!” Eddie whimpers into your shoulder when you suddenly get a thought.

“Eddie bit me!” You moan just as he bottoms you out again hitting just the right spot. Your orgasm creeping closer and closer now.

“W-what?” Eddie whines, clearly just as close as you are.

“Bite my shoulder! Please bite me! Bite me hard!” You throw your head back as he hits your spot again so hard you think you see stars.

Eddie pulls out once more, latches his teeth onto your shoulder, and then he bites down and thrusts in one more time all at once.

You cry out as you hold his head against you while you come undone on his dick. Eddie nearly thinks he may pass out from how good this orgasm feels. He can’t help but release himself inside you. God. He feels like his head is about to explode.

You both start to come down from it all and Eddie releases your shoulder with strings of saliva connecting your skin and his teeth. You both rest your heads against each other as Eddie pulls out of you with a whimper.

As your feet hit the ground you struggle to find your footing in the shower. Eddie quickly grabs your waist and pulls you close. He immediately starts to rinse you off under the water.

“There there. It’s okay, my love.” He hums as you lean your head against his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispers as he drags his hand over your new bite mark that is bound to bruise. “That’s so harsh baby. I’m sorry.”

You pull back and look up at him through the water. “Good. I need it to last long enough for me to get a tattoo of it.” You grin softly and Eddie’s eyes widen.

“You’re joking.” He squints.

“Nope.”

“God you’re so perfect!” He grabs your face and places kisses all over.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night you and Eddie cuddle into your bed and you can’t help but think about when he has to leave again. It breaks your heart just thinking about it.

As if Eddie could read your mind he shifts to sit up. You do the same and look at him with a questioning smile. “What’s wrong darling?” You ask softly.

“I don’t want to leave you ever again.” He sigh and runs his hands through his dark curls.

“I know.” Your face drops and you lean into his side. Snuggling your face into his chest while he wraps your arms around you. “I don’t want you to either. I want to be with you always.” You sigh.

There is a moment of silence before Eddie speaks up again.

“Come with me.” His voice is so solid you can’t even think for a moment he is joking but you still pull away from him and look into his eyes.

“What?”

“Come with me. Move to LA. Live with me there while I write and then come on tour with me when I go. Come with me.” He say quickly but surely.

“Eddie.”

“Your job can be done from anywhere! You can do it in LA. You can do it with me.”

“Eddie.”

“Don’t say no.” He grabs your face and kisses you at least ten times and shakes his hair wildly. “Don’t say no. You’re my soulmate. I need you. I love you.”

“Eddie!”

He falls quiet at your raised voice. His puppy dog eyes in full view.

“I was going to say yes if you would have just let me-“

Before you can even finish that sentence he tackles you out from under the blankets and starts to kiss you all over. You both giggle and laugh.

“Are you serious?” Eddie says as he looks down at you.

“Yes.” You smile softly. “Yes Eddie.”

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

There we go! Happily ever after for our little couple!

Hope y’all enjoy! I’m gonna be putting out some steddie stuff soon I think so keep an eye out! Peace and Loves, Babes!

Taglist - @iwillbiteabitch @and-claudia @ruinedbythehobbit @luvmybbies @wannabeyousobad @llodinsonll @tlclick73 @i-love-ptv-vic @mischiefmanagers @tvserie-s-world @magnificantmermaid @brieho3 @saramelaniemoon @sidthedollface2 @saayanaaa @mylovelycrazyworld

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie my beloved #stranger things

[paperficwriter]

"Satisfaction Guaranteed" (Sk8 the Infinity, Adam x Langa, Adam x Langa x Joe)

This was a fic I wrote for a zine I modded, "Sympathy for the Devil," which was an Adam-centric zine. I'm still really happy with it.

Cut is for length and for content Link and tags in the reblog Langa is an adult.

“So how exactly is this supposed to work? Do we have to call someone, or…?”

“Oh, Langa, my sweet frosted maple leaf, this sort of thing is so much more streamlined now! There are apps for this, and websites, and any number of ways we can get exactly what we’re looking for!”

From where he’s reclined in the pillows of Adam’s extravagant four-post bed, Langa watches over Adam’s bare shoulder as he brings up a website. There’s a picture at the top of a man lying back across a red satin sheet, the model’s arms raised behind his head, the hint of a flashing smile right below where the picture cuts off. An Evening in Paradise, the website says in curly letters. “Thanks for choosing a website in English,” Langa says.

Adam replies by lifting his head from where he’s been resting it on Langa’s chest, his hair a mess, eyes bright. “If you’re really all right with this proposal, my darling, it’s the least I could do! After all, I want you to be able to help me pick the perfect candidate to be our mysterious stranger…”

Langa has to admit, when Adam makes everything seem so theatrical and interesting, he can’t help but be intrigued by the possibility of trying something new. In the year following that fateful race, Langa watched as Adam grew into someone who was both completely different and yet in some ways exactly the same flamboyant, dramatic skater who had made his heart leap at the chance to race him.

The only difference is that now, Adam makes him excited for other things too.

Like the prospect of ordering an escort to come to Langa’s apartment for a night of “debaucherous revelry.” Adam’s words.

Langa lets out a little “ah” as Adam moves, turning over and crawling up Langa’s body like a taut predator. His kiss is deep and wet, his upper lip touched with salty sweat, and Langa puts both hands on his hips. “I...I thought we were going to...pick someone.”

Adam grinds down against the inside of Langa’s pelvis, the curve of his cock fitting there, rocking and sliding back and forth. “Of course we are…” Adam purrs, pulling Langa’s face into his neck where he latches on to the skin like it’s second nature. “I just want you excited...this is how I can always find out what you really want.”

Adam...isn’t wrong there. It’s not like Langa is anything but blunt usually, but it’s different when they’re in bed, different with how Adam can lure the words out with his fingers, with his silky voice, with his long, slim body. 

“So...other than me, my love...what would your ideal man be like?”

Adam pulls his head back by the hair so he can reply. “Ooh...um...big.”

“Oh! Naughty thing!”

“No! I meant...muscles...and tall. Built.”

“Uh-huuuh.” Adam’s voice has a bit of a sing-song to it, and he scoots up farther so he can perch on top of Langa’s waist, straddling him so Langa’s cock is rubbing up and down the part of his ass. “Go on.”

“A-and...I like...hands. Arms. And...nice hair?”

There’s a devilish smile on Adam’s face as he rocks a little, back and then forward, pressing back now like he’s going to impale himself right on Langa’s dick. Which would be fine; it’s only been a half hour since the last time they did it, and Adam is probably still well-lubricated. “Mmm...anything else?”

“A good...um…” He turns his head away, blushing, and Adam scoots away a little, teasing, and Langa knows he won’t get what he wants until he says it out loud. “A good kisser.”

There he goes now, up and down, taking Langa’s whole cock in one go. Adam’s moan comes out with a laugh. “Oh, yes! I know how you love to make out with that pretty mouth of yours, Langa-kun!”

This would be so, so much more embarrassing if Adam weren’t riding Langa like he was a mechanical bull. A phone gets pushed into his hand. “Wh-wha…”

“I think — mm, yes! — I found someone perfect for you, my Snow! Someone worthy of both our bodies!”

Langa is easily distracted, and he lets Adam fuck himself silly as he reads over the profile on the screen. Jiro Konan: hobbies - good food, working out, spending time in the sun. Down to party with however many you’d like. Top, bottom, sideways, I’ll try anything at least once, and I’ll make breakfast in the morning.

If the pictures weren’t enough — an open, white dress shirt showing off a gorgeous bronzed chest and cut abs, strong hands cupping a muscular ass, and a closeup of soft, licking lips and a tendril of brown wavy hair — he had Langa at ‘good food’ and tied the knot at ‘breakfast.’ 

—

Langa had to let Tadashi into his apartment about two hours before their special guest arrived. He had several large bags with him: extra sheets for the large bed Adam had bought Langa when he saw the sad tiny one in his bedroom (“You’re not in Canada anymore, sweetheart. We must make love in something much bigger!”), then candles, an embarrassing amount of lube, and one extremely pretty set of lingerie that included soft blue lacy underwear and a fur-lined top that settled just at the thickest part of his thighs.

He barely has it on when Adam comes in from the hallway, removing a trenchcoat to reveal that he’s wearing only a floral silk robe - blue as well, everything matching, even down to the satin covers on the bed - and very tight underwear beneath. His hair is swept back out of his face, not nearly as proper as the way he wears it as Ainosuke but also not quite in the flamboyant swish of his skating persona. It’s light, and Langa can’t help but reach up to touch it when Adam pulls him into a kiss. “Soft,” he murmurs appreciatively.

“Not for long, my little rabbit.” Adam flashes his sharp canines, then turns to shoo Tadashi out the door. Once they’re alone, Adam walks back to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Langa back into his lap. The Matador of Love is true to his word, that’s for sure; Langa can already feel the curve of his cock rubbing at his own. “Any minute now...isn’t this exciting?!”

They don’t even have time to make out before there’s a knock on the door, and Adam leaps up. “I’ll get it!” Langa giggles at the way Adam prances to the entrance, opening the door with a flourish. “Welcome! And good even...ing. Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Well. That’s not a very Adam thing to say. Uncertain of exactly where this is going, Langa picks up a pillow to cover himself with before walking shyly out of his bedroom to find...Joe. Joe from S. Joe wearing an open dress shirt, just like in his picture, and extremely tight jeans, carrying a small bag over his shoulder, and from the look on his face he’s not sure about the turn of events here either. “Adam?! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?! Are you trying to play at something? Here to embarrass me?!”

“I’m here because I got paid to be! How the fuck was I supposed to know it was you ?!”

Langa watches the back and forth between the two of them. The chemistry between Adam, Joe and Cherry has also changed in the last year. There is more of a fun rivalry between them, as opposed to a more mean-spirited one. So would it really be so bad if Joe is the guy they ordered?

And besides...Langa will never, ever tell Adam how many fantasies he’s had that have been like this since he first started coming to S. He’d never been able to ignore Joe, his body, his hands (it was the worst when he cooked— gripping spoons, sprinkling salt, cutting meat).

“I don’t mind.” Both pairs of eyes turn to Langa when he speaks up, the pillow held up to his face. “I don’t mind if you two don’t, I mean.”

There’s still a moment when the air is tense, but it begins to dissipate as Adam looks Joe up and down. “Well...he does fit all your parameters, my darling. Although your hair is not brown. False advertising.”

“Usually once folks get a look at the rest of me, they don’t really care about the hair.” Joe grins, sidling up to Langa to pull the pillow out of his hands. “Well, Snow. Like what you see?”

“Yes. Definitely.” Okay, well, that just came out. Not that Joe wouldn’t be able to figure it out with how his cock is straining against his pretty blue panties. 

That brings out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, I thought I caught you looking before.” And just like that, he’s being kissed, and everything he had ever hoped and imagined about Joe’s full lips are a far cry from reality, but in the best way. They cover his, they seize control, they open him up and take over, and Langa is more than okay with handing over any sort of say in the matter.

Adam clears his throat from behind them, and Langa pulls away from the kiss enough to see those gorgeously manicured fingers reaching around Joe to take off his shirt and fondle his chest. Joe curves into the sensation, and Langa can make out Adam’s impish eyes over his shoulder. “If we all seem to be in agreement, then...I suppose I can drop my standards for one night.”

“Ha!” Joe turns on him, and if kissing Joe was good, watching Joe kiss Adam is something next level for Langa. He watches his tongue dive into Adam’s mouth, hand dipping into the robe to somewhere Langa can’t see, and Adam’s eyes roll up as he grasps at the back of Joe’s neck. “I think we both know that’s not true, Ainosuke.”

“You’re such a brute,” Adam responds, his mouth curled into a smile. “Always have been. Always will be.”

Joe grabs Adam by his tiny waist and pulls him between himself and Langa, tugging open his robe so Langa can see the long, winding stretch of ivory skin from his pink lips to the band of his tight underwear. Adam drops his head back against his collarbone as he begins trailing his fingertips up and down his sides, moving in to tease along the band of spandex at his waist. “You know, Snow...me and your boyfriend here...we used to be really close when we were in school. I know a lot of things that make him lose his mind. Wanna learn?”

Langa nods, the movement bringing him out of how mesmerized he has been, leaning in to kiss the base of Adam’s throat. “Yes. Please, Joe.”

“Nah, not Joe tonight.” He grins over Adam’s shoulder, reaching out to tip Langa’s face up by his chin. “It’s Kojiro. Say it.”

Face blooming red, Langa repeats the name breathily. “Kojiro…”

“Good boy, Langa.” His name sounds filthy coming from Joe, who brings his chin in until he’s right in front of Adam’s chest. “Suck.”

Langa wastes no time latching onto Adam’s right nipple, pulling it in past his teeth and rolling his tongue around it clockwise as Adam lets out a high moan, a gasping ‘ yes! ’ Joe lifts Adam’s arms up so they are over his head, hooked back around Joe’s neck. “Keep ‘em up,” Joe orders. “I want to see how well Langa learns without any guidance.”

Langa keeps sucking, playing with the little hard nub in his mouth. Now and then, Adam has made these remarks about Langa and his...what was it... oral fixation. He’s watched Langa eat, watched as he sucked on things, watched as he would chew on things idly, like a pen or a gummy for longer than necessary. And he loves to see all the marks he can leave there (although he’s pretty sure Tadashi does not like it one bit). He just thought that was normal, but, now, he gets it, because he could spend hours worrying and playing over the firm little bit of flesh in his mouth.

He finally lets go when Joe gives his head a little push downward, and Langa moves, nipping and sucking a red trail that winds from Adam’s chest to his navel, which he briefly swipes his tongue into, eliciting a delighted giggly groan from Adam, and then to the underpants, which he bites and tugs at. Everytime the spandex pulls away a little, he can smell the light cologne scenting Adam’s musk, and he watches as Joe’s hand dips into the tight confines and brings his cock out for Langa to lick and mouth.

Adam tastes exceptionally clean. He must have gotten prepared for this, which usually means…

“Ah! Langa!” Yep, his ass is already slick with lube, and his fingers move easily through it. “Sweet Langa, please!”

The praises of his name are cut off when Joe slides two fingers into Adam’s mouth, rubbing up and down his tongue as he sucks at them greedily. “I bet he’s already all wet, isn’t he?”

Langa nods, licking his lips before suckling at the tip of Adam’s head. The answer really should be yes, he’s wet everywhere, from the salty tang of pre leaking from his cock, but he has a feeling Joe already knows that. 

“How do you want to share him?”

Langa considers that for a moment before letting go of Adam’s head. “Maybe I can...suck while you fuck?”

Yet another laugh from Joe, and this time a strangled noise of what can only be delight from Adam. “I like the sound of that. Think your gag reflex can handle it?”

Langa nods. Joe slips his fingers from Adam’s mouth, and Langa tips his head around to watch as Joe opens his pants to unveil...well, it’s exactly the type of cock that Langa had always imagined him to have: thick and just the right length, girthy. He gives it a slow jerk. “Langa-kun!” Adam admonishes teasingly, in that dramatic way that Langa never takes too seriously. “The way you’re looking at him so hungrily...am I being replaced?!”   

Smiling, Langa moves back in to kiss the vein running up his cock. “No. Never.” Another kiss. “Ainosuke.”

He can actually feel it twitch before he takes it into his mouth, and when Joe finally discards Adam’s underwear so he can enter him, Adam grabs Langa’s hair with one hand and Joe’s with the other. “Fuck! Yes!”

Langa lets his jaw go slack so he can take the in-and-out motion of Adam’s cock in rhythm with Joe’s thrusts. The wet sound of it messily fucking his throat makes Langa blush, and Adam’s grip is perfect and grounding. Now and then Joe seems to take a pause, probably more for Langa’s sake than his, and he’s glad for it even as he keeps wanting more, more of Adam’s taste, more of that sweet feeling of being used.

When Adam comes, it’s a mess that splatters into Langa’s mouth and on his face, dripping onto his chest. He laps it up as much as he can before suddenly looking down to see one of Adam’s feet reaching out to rub the erection behind his powder blue underwear, long toes deftly playing at the fabric and hard flesh beneath. “Ah…”

“Come for me, my Eve…”

Langa doesn’t even get a chance to push the panties aside before he’s coming in them, a soaking spot growing as he grabs Adam’s leg with a short cry. From the way Joe stills behind Adam, it becomes clear that he’s reached his own climax, his grip digging into Adam’s side.

Those few chaotic moments leave them panting for air.

“I guess, um...thank you for coming?” Langa finally says as he tries to wipe his face as much as he can.

“Are you kidding?” Joe reaches past Adam to help him to his feet, shaking his head with a smile. He kisses him again, and with all of Adam on him, it’s filthier than the first. “We’re just getting started, baby.”    

#my paperfics #sk8 the infinity #eden #adam x langa #adam x langa x joe #adam sk8 #ainosuke shindo #hasegawa langa #joe sk8 #nanjo kojiro #dirty paper #i'm serious don't send me stupid asks #you'll get stupid answers lol #or i'll just block and report you #don't make me regret this

[another-blog-about-miis]

Ethan: “Now, that may sound bad, I know, but it’s not your universe, so you don’t got anythin’ to worry about.”

Evelyn: “At least you didn’t lose a parent to them dying, *cough cough* Ethan and I *cough cough*.”

Ethan: “Evvy, I know I lost my mom, you don’t gotta remind me.”

Evelyn: “Still, they’re luckier than us.”

Ethan: “Evvy-“

Evelyn: “No, Ethan, I’m tired of people referring to our mothers, and I’m gonna stop it.”

Ethan: “They didn’t even do anything though, they were just… shocked at that they aren’t the canon versions of themselves.”

Evelyn: “… You don’t get it, do you Ethan?”

Ethan: *to Sam and Henry* “This is normal.” *back to Evelyn* “Hun-“

Evelyn: “Do NOT call me “hun”, it makes it sound like we’re dating.”

Ethan: “.. Evelyn, you are literally the one who brought up our mothers, they said nothing nor even knew. Don’t blame them over something they: One, didn’t mean, and Two, didn’t know. I understand, I hate it when people bring up my mother too, but you can’t assume that a situation like this is referring to us.”

Evelyn: “…” *She just looks away angrily, clearly annoyed she lost the argument but is accepting the loss instead of continuing the argument.*

Ethan: *after a moment of silence, he turned back to Sam and Henry* “… Anyways, yeah, in canon, we don’t know who Sam’s father is and Henry here is dead.”

*Evelyn then pulled out her phone, and put on a song Ethan immediately recognized. (Ethan and Evelyn were sharing airpods and Ethan had one in while Evelyn had hers out.)*

Ethan: “Ooh, Smoke on the Water, nice pick Evvy.”

Evelyn: *muttering and definitely salty over the lost argument* “thanks…”

*(Solar here, I thought there should be a bit of angst between Ethan and Evelyn cuz why not.)*

Sam stands there in shock, Henry notices and holds her close.

Henry: Hey... hey.... It's okay, I'm here.

#wii deleted you #wdy #wii deleted you sam #wdy sam #wii deleted you henry

[reconnaissance-and-reform]

Get to know the Mun!

GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!

TAGGED BY: @jam-knife

TAGGING: Anyone who feels like it, really!

                                        ✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

★  ⸻   WHAT'S YOUR PHONE WALLPAPER?

Currently Bennet from Genshin impact, but been wanting to change it since it’s been there for ages

★  ⸻   LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?

Piece of Your world by Night Ravens

★  ⸻   CURRENTLY READING?

Right now I am reading the Promised neverland and rereading Death note for the hundredth time! I haven’t had much time or focus for full on books lately unfortunately :’D

★  ⸻   LAST MOVIE?

Coraline!

★  ⸻   LAST SHOW?

Inventing Anna episode 7. Love watching scammers get their comeuppance

★  ⸻   WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?

Shortish black skirt, Black t-shirt, light brown/white/green striped long cardigan I wear for chilling

★  ⸻   HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Around 5′3 -5′3 and a half! So around 160 cms i think 

★  ⸻   PIERCINGS / TATTOOS?

Just the ears! I went thriugh a phase as a teenager where i got a second ear one for stretching but am happy i didn’t have the money or attention to follow through beyond like, the second smallest size, and it’s mostly closed up. Didn’t wear any earrings for a long time due to metal sensitivity but recently got them re-pierced for cosplay purposes lmao

★  ⸻   GLASSES / CONTACTS?

Glasses. And they are definitely out of date. Only use contacts for cosplay

★  ⸻   LAST THING YOU ATE?

Fudgesicle! Currently craving something salty though

★  ⸻   FAVORITE COLOR(S)?

I’ve always liked dark green but I wear mostly black or browns these days!

★  ⸻   CURRENT OBSESSION?

Twisted wonderland and genshin are probably my newest hype fixations but Death note as always has wormed its way back to the forefront. I have many writing ideas bouncing around my brain

★  ⸻   DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH RIGHT NOW?

Maybe? Still trying to figure out if it’s a crush or me just enjoying their company xD

★  ⸻   FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

You can’t make me choose. I won’t do it. 

★  ⸻   LAST PLACE YOU VISITED?

I was just on a like...6 hour walk around the city, but I stopped at a 7/11 right before coming home for a soda! Does that count?

#i hope i did this right #r-mun #I will bring this blog to life

[strawberry-barista]

⚅— @psychamancy​ asked: —⚅ ⚅— the truth about neku(dge) (c:) —⚅

The Truth Meme

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

“Neku Sakuraba~” The name comes off in a lilt like a song. “That kid really saved my ass, the city’s. I think he still sorta idolizes me, and I guess I could be salty at J for that. But I’m not gonna be. He’ll grow out of it eventually, I’m sure. He’s a real strong guy, Phones. He’s got an endurance like I’ve only rarely seen, and his music is beautiful when he gets in tune with the city. I know these years couldn’t have been easy on him. I know adjusting to the life of these patched memories are certainly not easy. I know he’s still having to struggle a lot. But that’s why I gotta be there for him. I have a real soft spot for one’a my favorite Game winners. He’s done a lot for us, and I’ll never forget what he’s given me. I can’t wait to see the man he turns into.”

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄ #psychamancy #//sorry if this isn't specific enough! #//we haven't had a lot of interactions so #//I'm still learning about your boy 😌

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Fathoms Below (Part 3)

Word Count: 5.8k

TW: sea witch, te kā, character death

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Notes, translation guide, etc.

Spotify song playlist

Spotify song playlist but Te Reo / Italian

On Ao3 or below the cut!

They sail through the night, and Keefe takes over at the first hint of sunrise so that Fitz can get some sleep. 

    He’s been through a lot these past few days; he needs to get as much rest in as he possibly can before facing Te Kā. 

    He wakes back up a few hours later, a little after noon, although Keefe won’t tell him how long he was asleep. O ia apparently has no need for sleep, which is an ability Fitz would love to have. 

    “Final lesson, kid. When the clouds cluster near the horizon, that means there’s an island up ahead.”

    “We’re near Te Fiti?” Fitz yawns. 

    “Fitzroy of Motunui, you have successfully delivered Keefe across the great sea.” Lona voice drops to an imitation of a crowd cheering, “Haaaa…Fitz! Fitz! Fitz! You’re so amazing!”

    Fitz looks at Keefe, smiling. Somehow o ia has become tolerable sometime over the past couple of days. 

    Not sure how or when that happened. 

    Fitz’s gaze shifts to behind ia, at the quickly approaching island. “Hang on, I don’t think those are clouds. It looks like smoke.”

    Keefe turns around, and after a long moment, o ia says, hesitantly, “It’s Te Kā.”

    The waves increase in amplitude as they sail closer, and Te Kā’s burning stare fixates on them as she hears them.

    “She sees us.”

    “The water is getting too rough,” Keefe says, desperately trying and failing to hide the growing panic in lona voice, “We need to turn back.”

    “I can sail through it,” Fitz replies, more determined than ever. He is this close to being able to save his island. 

    “Fitz, hold on. It’s too dangerous!”

    “No, we have to keep going!”

    “Turn this canoe around! Now!”

    “My village needs me!”

    “The waves are too big. We won’t make it!”

    “I can do this!”

    In Fitz’s distracted, angry state, when Keefe yells, “Look out!” he doesn’t react until the wall of water is already coming down on them. 

    Fitz is knocked into the water, disoriented, and he opens his eyes, despite the salt burning his eyes, to look for the sun and swim towards it. He breaks the surface, coughing, spitting out as much salty water as he can. 

    He takes in his canoe, and even at a fast glance it doesn’t look good. There’s a giant rip in the sail, and he hopes that it’s still water-tight. 

    It could’ve been worse. Could’ve smashed the entire thing to bits. 

    The ocean waves have naturally pushed Fitz and Keefe--wait, where’s Keefe?

    “Keefe! Where are you?!”

    “I told you to turn back,” comes a small voice from behind him. 

    “I--I thought we could make it.”

    “No, you didn’t think! That’s the problem!”

    “When we go back again, I’ll be more careful.”

    “Back? I’m not going back!”

    “But we still have to restore the heart! What about my island?”

    “My hook is cracked!”

    “We can fix it--”

    “No, we can’t! It’s a gift from the gods! You can’t just swing around the nearest coconut tree and pick up a replacement! One more hit and it’s over! Without my hook I’m nothing!”

    “That’s not true, Keefe! We had this whole discussion earlier.”

    “Do you even vaguely remember how pathetic I was against Fintan? I am nothing!”

    “You got us all the way down to the deepest, darkest corner of Lalotai on reputation and threats alone.”

    “You think that’s the darkest corner? Fintan likes hanging out in the barely-light-gray places because then he’ll always be superior to everyone around him. It’s a whole thing.”

    “Fine, I’m a human who knows nothing at all. What’s your point?”

   “What’s yours?” Keefe counters. 

    “You got us to Fintan without your hook, so there’s no reason you can’t pull more of that out of your butt and get us to Te Kā.”

    “Except that I can’t blackmail a demon of earth and fire.”

    “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before stealing the Heart.”

    “Why would I think of that? I didn’t think you humans would want to return the gift I got you!”

    “Cursing everyone for eternity? Thanks, I really appreciate it. Try a gift card next time.”

    “How was I supposed to know that would happen?”

    “Someone with as much of a superiority complex as you do should have been able to see that. You’re a demigod. You should know these things.”

    “Well excuse me for not being a genius!”

    “And you want to know my favorite part?” Fitz asks, not waiting for an answer. “How soon did you realise that you messed up? You said you had ways of finding things out. And yet somehow you haven’t bothered to figure out how to fix it.”

    Keefe rolls lona eyes. “I didn’t have my hook, or a boat to get to Fintan to get it back until two days ago. Now that I have it back, I’m not spending another thousand years trapped on an island.”

    “Yeah, you wanna know how you got stuck in that situation? And the reason we’re here today? Because you stole the karekau Heart in the first place!”

    “No, we’re here because the Ocean told you you’re special and you believed it. I’m not risking my life so you can prove you’re something you’re not.”

    Fitz’s hand flies up to his throat. “The Ocean did choose me!”

    “It chose wrong!” Keefe transforms into a giant hawk, and o ia’s gone in just a few wingbeats, back towards the island he so despises. 

    “Keefe!” Fitz yells, falling to his knees, shooting lightning up his leg. O ia doesn’t turn back. 

    It’s not long before he can’t even see ia anymore, so Fitz turns to the ocean, shouting, “Why did you bring me here?!”

    Fitz throws the Heart as far as he can, and it skips once on the water before falling in. 

    “Choose someone else!”

    The Ocean decides, just for fun, to throw the Heart back to him. Fitz, through blurry, tear-filled vision, sees the flash of green and catches it midair before throwing it in the opposite direction.

    The Ocean doesn’t give it back again. 

    “You’re a long ways past the reef,” says a familiar voice. 

    Fitz glances up. “Uncle Tiergan?” The ghostly figure of his Uncle is standing beside him, just like he was when Fitz was first setting sail on this whole journey. “I tried…uncle. I….I couldn’t do it…”

    Uncle Tiergan brushes an escaped tear off of Fitz’s cheek. “It’s not your fault. I asked too much of you.”

    He crouches down to the edge of the canoe, quietly saying, “Thank you for watching over him.”

    Fitz thinks Uncle Tiergan is just talking to the Ocean when a boy maybe a little younger than him, with messy hair almost the same shade as Keefe’s, but with a bit of a reddish tinge, even in the moonlight, eyes that are the color of the sky just before sunset, and pale skin with thousands upon thousands of small, dark dots. 

    A few curse words flow through Fitz’s mind before he collects himself, greeting, “Kia ora. You must’ve been through something, following me around like that.”

    The boy shrugs. 

    Uncle Tiergan turns back to Fitz. “If you are ready to come home, I will be with you.”

    Fitz wants to leave, he knows he should, but this journey has been everything he’s ever dreamed of and more, and he came so close to saving his people. 

    Te Fiti was right there. 

    “Why do you hesitate?” Uncle Tiergan asks. 

    “I--don’t know.”

“I know a boy from an island

He stands apart from the crowd

He loves the sea and his people

He makes his whole family proud

Sometimes the world seems against you

The journey may leave a scar

But scars can heal and reveal just

Where you are

The people you love will change you

The things you have learned will guide you

And nothing on Earth can silence

The quiet voice still inside you

And when that voice starts to whisper

‘Fitzroy, you've come so far’

Fitzroy, tēnā

Uia, ko wai koe?”

    The boy intertwines xor fingers with his own, causing soft, pleasant tingles to flow up Fitz’s arm. 

    “Ko wai au?”

“I'm a boy who loves my island

And the boy who loves the sea

E hao nei

I am the tama of the village chief

We are descended from voyagers

Who found their way across the world

E hao nei

I've delivered us to where we are

I have journeyed farther

I am everything I've learned and more

Au, e hao nei

And the call isn't out there at all, it's inside me

It's like the tide

Always falling and rising

I will carry you here in my heart, you'll remind me

That come what may

Tāku ara!

Ko au a Fitzroy!” (Iei ki na iei ki na ko matou tenei) 

Fitz stands and dives into the water on the other side of the canoe, swimming for the Heart of Te Fiti, glowing on the ocean floor like a beacon.

    When he surfaces once again, breathing heavily and holding the Heart above his head triumphantly, Uncle Tiergan and all of his seafaring ancestors have disappeared, but are still with him in spirit. 

    Fitz climbs back into the canoe, surprised to find the boy still there. 

    “So…you’re real.”

    Xe pokes his shoulder as if that’s a sufficient explanation.

    Fitz smiles. “Fair. You aren’t very talkative, are you?”

    Xe shakes xor head, then gestures to xor throat before spreading xor hands apart, palms facing each other and bringing them back together to press xor pinky fingers together.

    “No voice, long story?” Fitz guesses as to what the boy is trying to convey. 

    Xe nods. 

    “Alright. You know, I feel really bad not knowing your name. Maybe I can guess what it is.”

    The boy shrugs like ‘why not?’ so Fitz guesses, “Is it, uh, Ruy?”

    Xe shakes xor head disgustedly. Fitz wonders if xe knows someone with that name that xe doesn’t like very much. 

    “Okay, no. What about Jensi? Tam?”

    These attempts come back with no luck, and a voice in the back of Fitz’s head suggests, “Dex?” 

    He isn’t used to the last sound, and his mouth fumbles around it. He’s never heard that name before, but it feels right, and when xe nods vigorously, Fitz smiles. 

    “Dex.” He says again with more success. “That’s kind of pretty. Okay, Dex. How long have you been…along for the ride?”

    Dex points at him and then turns to a small island on the horizon.

    “All the way from Motunui? Wow.”

    Dex smiles shyly, revealing deep dimples, and nods, and Fitz doesn’t know how xe managed to keep up with him for that long. 

    “Well, if you’re still here, I’m guessing that means you want to come with me back to Te Fiti.”

    Xe gives me a double thumbs up, and Fitz pats the inner side of the canoe. “You wanna join me up here?”

    A massive fish tail flipper appears hanging over the side of the boat, and Fitz has to restrain himself from yelling in surprise as he puts the pieces together and realizes that Dex is half-fish. 

     Well, that certainly explains a lot. 

     Normal day out here sailing. Meet a cute guy that turns out to be a merman. Yep. Completely normal. 

    “Hey, the offer still stands if you get tired of swimming.”

    Dex puts xor tail back down and somehow manages to climb into the canoe. How xe does that, Fitz will never know. Xe also reaches back into the water and pulls out a crab, also putting him into the canoe. 

    Fitz opens the still very ripped sail so that they can get moving, saying, “I’d ask you to tell me about yourself, but…you know…”

    Fitz would be willing to bet that xe snorts silently at that. 

    “And I’d tell you about me, but after a week of following me around, you probably know me better than I do.”

    Dex smiles again, causing Fitz’s heart to flutter slightly. 

    “And, like, I get why you didn’t just want to pop your head out and say hi. In--in a metaphorical sense, of course.”

    Dex just smiles wider. 

    “It’s probably not easy to just tell some random mortal about being half-fish.”

    Xe reaches into the water, grabbing a blue angelfish and points to his tail, traveling up and down its length. Xe then gestures to xor own tail, going from left to right.

    “Sorry,” Fitz says, blushing as he adjusts their course slightly. 

    Dex shrugs, throwing the angelfish back into the water. 

    “Is that a friend of yours?”

    Dex nods. 

    “Not like you’d be friends with every fish in the ocean but--” he sighs. “Sorry, I’m really bad at this.”

    Dex shrugs and touches his toes with the tip of xor tail, and Fitz realizes this is new for xem too.

    “Yeah, I guess so.”

    Xe extends xor hand off the side of the canoe, fingertips creating small trails in the water.

    “You won’t dehydrate up here, right?”

    Dex shrugs. 

    “Oh, yeah, you probably haven’t gone sailing before…right…I’m gonna shut up now.”

    Dex shakes xor head, smiling ever so slightly, and Fitz watches xem as they sail. 

There you see xem

Sitting there across the way

Xe don't got a lot to say

But there's something about xem

And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the boy

Yes, you want xem

Look at xem, you know you do

Possible xe wants you too

There is one way to ask xem

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the boy

Sing with me now

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the boy

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame?

Too bad, he gonna miss the boy

Now's your moment (ya, ya, ya)

Floating on the open sea (ya, ya, ya)

Boy, you better do it soon

No time will be better (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Xe don't say a word

And xe won't say a word

Until you kiss the boy

    Fitz’s gaze flickers up to Dex’s face, where he finds that xe is already watching him. It’s difficult to keep the smile from his face, and he really can’t describe why. 

    Something is drawing him towards xem, and it’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. 

    Dex breaks eye contact, a blush creeping up xor cheeks. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't be scared (sha-la, sha-la-la ya, ya, ya)

You got the mood prepared (woah, woah)

Go on and kiss the boy

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't stop now (sha-la, sha-la-la ya, ya, ya)

Don't try to hide it how

You want to kiss the boy (woah, woah)

Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Float along (sha-la, sha-la-la)

And listen to the song

The song say ‘kiss the boy’ (woah, woah)

Sha-la-la-la-la-la 

The music play (ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)

Do what the music say

You got to kiss the boy

You've got to kiss the boy

Oh, don't you wanna kiss the boy

You've gotta kiss the boy

Go on and kiss the boy

    Fitz takes Dex’s free hand into his own, and starts leaning towards xem. He isn’t entirely sure what will happen when he gets there, but remaining this far apart just isn’t an option. 

    Mere inches away from xem, suddenly, the world gets flipped upside down. And Fitz is hit with cold ocean water as he falls in, losing all sense of direction for the second time today. 

    A strong pair of arms wraps around his waist, and before he knows it, he’s sputtering salt water, with Dex wrapped around him, silently swearing. 

    Fitz pushes his soaked hair out of his eyes. “Thanks.”

    There’s something familiar that Fitz can’t quite place until it clicks into place. 

    “Dex, I am aware this is going to sound absolutely mental. But you’ve said you’ve been along for the ride since Motunui, right?”

    Xe nods. 

    “Do you happen to remember when I attempted to sail just before coming out here?”

    A dark shadow crosses xor face, and, knowing what happened, he takes that as a yes.

    “I’m a little fuzzy on the details, but--argh, how do I put words together?”

    Dex grabs his hand in encouragement. 

    “Did you save me that day?”

    The side of xor mouth quirks as xe nods enthusiastically. 

    Fitz pulls xem into a hongi, whispering, “Thank you. I wouldn’t be here today without you.” 

    After a moment, Fitz softly presses his lips against Dex’s as the sun rises behind xem. 

    His free hand slips to xor waist, pulling xem closer, melting into xem. 

    “Your three days are up, my sweet,” says a mysterious voice from behind Fitz. 

    He whips around, getting real tired of people talking behind him, and sees a blond half-woman half-octopus as Dex tenses up and starts pushing him towards the canoe that’s completely overturned. 

    “Dex, what’s going on?” Fitz asks, before realizing that he’s not going to get an answer anytime soon. Xe places a hand on his necklace and points to the horizon with the opposite hand. 

    “No, Dex, I’m not just gonna leave you here.”

    And then someone else pops out of the water. This one looks like he’s probably related to Dex, and about the age of a parent. 

    Xe places xemself between him and this new person. 

    “King Kesler!” Octopus lady says. “You’re right on cue. I’d hate for you to miss this.”

    “What in Poseidon’s name is going on here? What have you done to my son?” King Kesler demands. 

    Trust me, I have no clue. 

    “Nothing! Xe’s done it all to xemself, to help this pathetic human and for what?” Octopus lady replies.

    The full force of King Kesler’s fury turns to Fitz.

    He holds his hands up innocently, explaining, “I literally just met xem like an hour ago. I have no more idea of what’s going on here than either of you do.”

    “Dexter, would you care to explain?”

    Octopus lady doesn’t hesitate before answering, “I’m sure xe would, but your little perfect son has sold xor voice to me.”

    King Kesler redirects from Fitz to octopus lady. “What else are you not telling me, Marella?”

    The crab that Dex put into the canoe climbs on top of its overturned shell, gesturing wildly with his claws. 

    “What do you mean xe sold xor soul?”

    Xe had to have sold xor soul for me. So that I could have a chance against Te Kā. And look where we are. 

    Fitz glances at Dex, who is refusing to look anyone in the eyes. 

    “Give xem back to me,” King Kesler growls to Marella. 

    “Xe signed a binding contract. However, there is something we could try…”

    …That is most certainly a trap. 

    “Go on…” King Kesler prompts. 

    “Yes, perhaps we could arrange a trade. Xor soul…for yours.”

    A chill shudders down Fitz’s spine, even in these waters warmed by the first rays of morning sunlight. 

    His hand falls to Dex’s and he intertwines their fingers together. 

    King Kesler doesn’t hesitate before he says, “Take it.”  He turns to Fitz as Marella is sucking the soul out of his body, leaving him about a foot tall and wrinkly. “You better be worth it.”

    No one else will be sacrificing themselves because of me. Not if I can help it. 

    Marella reaches for the Trident and crown that have been left in Kesler’s wake, and while she’s distracted, Fitz takes the wave of fury that had been building up inside of him and tries to tackle her. 

    However, despite her short stature and slight frame, she doesn’t even flinch as she shrugs him off, and he grabs for anything he can reach. One such thing is her necklace, which crumbles under his grip. 

    She throws him off, and he hits the side of his canoe hard. 

    Before she can come at him again, Dex is trying to push against what should be the top of the canoe, attempting to flip it over. 

    “Fitz, help me for Poseidon’s sake!” xe says, and it’s enough of a shock to actually hear xem speak that his brain resets, and they manage to get it back flipped over. 

    Fitz climbs in, holding a hand out to help Dex get up in here with him.

    Dex looks into his eyes, softening as the moments pass. “You’ll go faster if I act like an ocean current. Sail like your life depends on it, Wonderboy. Because it kind of does.”

    Faster than Fitz can respond, Dex is already under the boat, pulling it towards Te Fiti’s island. He grabs Dex’s crab friend as he passes, setting him down inside the canoe before he opens the sail and lets the wind help propel them away from the rapidly expanding, evilly laughing Marella. 

    She starts running after them, which is not very fast or graceful as she’s nearly the height of Te Kā, and she keeps getting taller. 

    “Now I am the ruler of all the ocean! The waves obey my every whim!”

    Dex kicks into an even higher gear, and this is the fastest Fitz has ever traveled, and yet, it doesn’t feel fast enough. 

    They get to near Te Kā in record time, and a familiar screech fills the air, followed by a silhouette of a giant hawk. 

    “Keefe! You came back! What about your hook?”

    O ia lands and transforms back into a human shape. “How the karekau did you get the sea witch a) gigantic and b) chasing after you?”

    “It’s a very long story. Do you think we can get Te Kā to attack her?”

    “The Sea Witch can’t go on land and Te Kā can’t go in the water or the lava will harden. What do you think?”

    “I think it’s worth a try.” Fitz bends down and knocks on the bottom of it. “Got any opinions down there?”

    “Not my job!” Dex yells back. 

    “Do I want to ask?” Keefe asks. 

    “Honestly, it probably falls under the category of ‘explain later.’” Fitz replies. 

    “Alright. I got your back, chosen one. Go save the world.” Keefe transforms back into a giant hawk and starts flying around Te Kā’s head, annoying her so that she’ll see Marella. 

    It works as it should…surprisingly. And as the Sea Witch gets closer to Fitz’s boat, Te Kā gets angrier and angrier. 

    Marella eventually gets close enough that Te Kā can reach her, and Fitz jumps out of the canoe to roll into a ball against its far side so that he has some protection from lava monsters and massive octopus ladies. 

    It doesn’t feel like enough. 

    The Sea Witch is vaporizing everything she can manage to hit with her stolen trident, and at one point she yells, “Oh, my poor little poopsies!”

    Te Kā must take that moment of distraction to gain the upper hand, and Marella screams in agony for about thirty seconds before all falls silent.

    Te Kā doesn’t hesitate before starting toward Fitz and his canoe once again, and Fitz hears Keefe’s hawk screech as o ia is struck from the sky.

    He risks turning around and looking over the edge, and he yells, “Keefe!” as lona body and shattered hook fall into the ocean. 

    “Don’t worry about me! Get the Heart to Te Fiti!” o ia yells back. 

    Dex pokes xor head out just a little bit, asking, “What can I do to help?”

    Fitz is already taking in his surroundings as he answers, “Find Te Fiti.”

    Xe looks for about half a second. “I don’t see anything other than a raging demon racing toward us!”

    In Fitz’s mind, the puzzle pieces are coming together, and if this works, it’ll be wonderful. 

    And if it doesn’t? Then Dex’s and xor father’s sacrifices will be for nothing. 

    “I’ve got an idea,” he says serenely. “Let her come to me.”

    “Te Kā will kill you!” Dex and Keefe shout in unison. 

    Fitz holds the Heart of Te Fiti above his head. “Let her come to me.”

Ou mata e matagi

“I have crossed the horizon to find you”

Ou loto mamaina toa

“I know your name”

Manatu atu

“They have stolen the heart from inside you”

Taku pelepele

“But this does not define you”

Manatunatu

“This is not who you are

You know who you are”

Fitz presses his forehead against Te Kā’s, and places the Heart on her chest, and just like he hoped, Te Kā’s fiery exterior hardens and cools into Te Fiti’s green, plantlike state. 

    Fitz bows before her and sees Keefe do the same after watching him do it. 

    “Thank you for returning my Heart.” Te Fiti turns to Keefe. “Now, as for you…”

    “I’m sorry. What I did was wrong. I have realized that now, and I will do my best to improve from now on.”

    Who is this and what did you do with Keefe? 

    Te Fiti eyes ia skeptically. “Keep an eye on ia.” She whispers to Fitz. 

    “I’ll see what I can do,” he whispers back, but she doesn’t hear him as she is already laying down for a nap. 

    When her head hits the pillow--or small plateau in this case--she’s asleep immediately, and she blends perfectly into the lush island. 

    It’s only a moment before King Kesler rises up out of the water, picking up his crown and trident where Marella left them. “And I also want to thank you.” He points his trident at Keefe, and a spark of fear jumps through Fitz as it lets off a beam of energy. 

    This energy coalesces into the shape of a fishhook, completely clear of any carvings so that Keefe can create lona own as time goes on. 

    “I don’t deserve it.”

    “It’s rude to refuse a gift,” King Kesler replies, and there’s something in his tone that reminds him of Dex. 

    Dex. Okay, xe’s still floating in the water behind the canoe. Nothing happened to xem while he was distracted. 

    Humbly, Keefe lowers lona head, saying, “Thank you. Your kind gesture is deeply appreciated,” before o ia transforms into a giant hawk once more and flies off into the distance. 

    King Kesler swims up to Fitz, somehow propping himself up even in the calf-deep water. 

    Fitz doesn’t want to ask. Tūmatarau is a thing, after all. It’s just surprising to see it for himself. 

    The closer he comes, the more terrified Fitz becomes, because of all that stuff that went on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about but was all due to him. 

    Then he gets pulled into a hug. He stiffens instinctually before slowly starting to relax as he begins to believe that he has no reason to worry. 

    Oh, atua, I sound like my father. That’s not okay. 

    King Kesler pulls away, and walks over to Dex, still hiding. Fitz follows them, barely being able to touch the bottom by the time he gets there. 

    Dex pokes xor head over the side of the canoe. “So what now?”

    “I should be mad. At both of you.”

    Fitz’s cheeks warm as he tries to swim over to xem, and Dex’s turn more pink than they already are from sunburn. 

    “But I can’t figure out how, You dealt with Te Kā and the Sea Witch. And it’s not even noon yet.”

    As the excitement fades, exhaustion starts to set in, and Dex takes Fitz’s hand, very obviously thinking about resting xor head on his shoulder. 

    A fish swims around them in circles, and Fitz could swear it’s the same fish Dex pulled out of the water to demonstrate that xe was not, in fact, half fish. 

    Dex’s crab friend climbs up onto the side of the boat, seemingly saying something as his claws wave around. 

    King Kesler sighs, defeated. “Dex, I know you’ve always wanted to live up here.”

    Xe nods softly. 

    Xor father points his trident at xem, and after a pulse of energy, Dex’s tail has transformed into legs that really aren’t used to treading water like this, so Fitz reaches around xor waist to make sure xe stays upright. 

    “Take care of xem for me, will you?”

    “I’m sure xe’ll be able to take care of xemself. As long as xe doesn’t make any more deals with Sea Witches.”

    Dex smiles. “That’s debatable.”

    “Fine, then. I make no promises.”

    King Kesler smiles bittersweetly. “Just remember…when you hear the surf roar at night and feel the tingle of salt in the air…it’s only your father checking in on you.” He gives his son a hug before retreating back into the ocean.

    Dex is left watching where he sank down, tears pouring down xor cheeks. 

    Fitz squeezes Dex closer to him. 

    Dex brushes away the tears, turning to him. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is exactly what I’ve always wanted. So why does it feel like I’m making a giant mistake?”

    Fitz hugs xem. “There is nowhere you can go that your family won’t be with you. Or your fish friend. Or your crab friend.”

    “I’m not putting Soph in a bowl and Wylie…will probably keep reporting everything I do to my dad.” 

    Fitz smiles, and he can feel Dex’s apprehension melting. 

    “And if you really want to return to the sea, I’m sure if we splash around enough, your dad will come investigate.”

    That gets him half a laugh, and he pulls away, mission accomplished. 

    He climbs into the canoe, getting so much water in there it’s not even funny, before offering a hand to Dex. Xe takes it, shooting tingles up and down his arm and, ungracefully, gets in there. 

    Xe sits, smiling and wiggling xor toes as Fitz charts their course back to Motunui. 

The next five days, sailing freely on the open sea back to Fitz’s home, are some of the greatest of Dex’s life. 

    He even teaches xem a little bit about wayfinding, although seeing pictures in the stars is not xor strong suit. 

    Xe’s better at observing ocean currents, which is kind of ironic, considering that xe’s been trying to escape from there xor entire life. 

    When Motunui finally appears on the horizon, Fitz is vibrating with equal amounts of nervous energy and excitement. 

    He pulls into a beach that doesn’t look super familiar to Dex, leaving xem to make sure xe doesn’t float off as he runs onshore, calling, “Mom! Dad! Biana!”

    The man Dex previously was pretty sure was Fitz’s father back before this whole journey runs up to him, wrapping him in a hug. “Fitz!” 

    “You’re back!” His mother runs up and does the same. 

    “It’s about time,” says the girl Dex saw talking to Fitz earlier before joining the group hug.

    “I may have gone a little ways past the reef,” Fitz admits. 

    His mom tousles his hair, leaving the dark, loose curls much taller than they were. “It suits you.”

    Biana pulls away first and starts walking over to Dex, crouching down to be eye level. “Kia ora!”

    Dex waves shyly. 

    Fitz looks at xem. “Oh, come on. We’re not going back to not speaking, are we?”

    Xe laughs. “Maybe if you’re lucky.”

    Fitz sighs and turns back to his parents. “Yeah…I might’ve also dragged a boyfriend home with me…”

    His father flushes red in anger. 

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know Dex isn’t from Motunui, but xe risked xor life to save your son. So just stop now before you even start.”

    Fitz somehow escapes from the hug to help a very wobbly Dex walk onto the sand. Walking for the first time goes better than xe thought it would. Xe didn’t fall over and make a complete fool of xemself.

    Biana watches them as Fitz leads xem towards his favorite hiding places on the island…which aren't really all that hidden. 

    Ae asks, “Are you gonna teach the rest of us to sail or are we gonna spend another thousand years trapped on this stupid island?”

    Dex laughs, staring at the ground so xe doesn’t trip over anything. Who knew there would be so many rocks and sticks?

    “That assumes Father’s gonna allow it.”

    “Leave him here. What’s he gonna do about it?”

    “Throw a gigantic tantrum because he’s the chief?” Fitz counters. 

    “I don’t want to have to play this card, but I’m pretty sure my Dad would win that fight if it came down to it.”

    Fitz smiles. “I didn’t think of that.”

    “Do I want to ask?” Biana asks. 

    “Do you remember Uncle Tiergan telling us about King Kesler?” 

    “Yeah?” Biana pauses, realizing what he means. “Ooh, nice.”

    Fitz pulls back a curtain of vines concealing an opening to a cave and leads both Dex and Biana inside to find dozens of canoes hidden inside. 

    “Our ancestors were voyagers,” he tells Bi. 

    Biana’s eyes are wide as ae takes in everything ae possibly can. “Really?”

    “No, I spent these past weeks making all of these canoes out of nowhere with help from this random guy who’s been living in here for atua knows how long.”

    Biana lightly punches his arm. “You’re a dork, you know that.”

    Dex is just enjoying watching them, and a thought comes to mind. “No wonder you and Keefe got along so well.”

    “You met Keefe? Was o ia cute?”

    “Bi, you literally have a girlfriend,” Fitz replies as Dex nods. 

    “Dex, I hope you know that you’re my new favorite person.” Ae climbs into a canoe, maybe a little smaller than the one they’ve spent so much time on, but not much. It seems to be the same model Fitz crashed. 

    Fitz says, “It’s more fun in the ocean,” as ae opens the sail. 

    “Well, then. Why don’t you show me yourself, master wayfinder.”

    “You sure you don’t want to crash it yourself?”

    Before Biana can answer, Dex interjects, “Hey, I am not pulling yet another person out of the water around this island because they cannot sail for the second time this month. Sorry, but I have standards.”

    Fitz smiles and pulls xem into a kiss, hands burying in xor hair as it deepens. 

    This is where his home is. With Fitz by his side. And his people, sailing on the open sea.  

“Aue aue

We set a course to find

A brand new island everywhere we roam

Aue aue

We keep our island in our mind

And when it's time to find home, we know the way

Aue aue

We are explorers reading every sign

We tell the stories of our elders in a never-ending chain

Aue aue

Te fenua, te mālie

Nā heko hakilia

We know the way”

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Tagging: @valorandgold​ @theothervonkarmagirl​ everyone else has either been tagged or left ;w;

Favourite colour(s): Black and sky blue. I also really like neons- thank you Splatoon, but I love sky blue, and I really like black as a nice, anchoring accent color. Call me Toni Kensa lol.

Favourite flavour(s): TEAM SOUR STILL SHOULD HAVE WON!!! Lol, I do like sweet too, salty as well, however, despite my Mexican and El Salvadorian heritage, I have the spice tolerance of my Scottish side ;w;

Favourite genre(s): I have a hard time picking a favorite, because it’s all contextual. I like Starfox, but can’t get invested in Star Wars, I like LoZ TP and WW, but can’t stand LoTR. I guess ‘fiction’ would have to be my favorite, particularly anything that makes me think. 

Favourite music: I’ll listen to just about anything... except country and western. Get that shit out of here. I’ve been on a bit of a Metal kick since Splatoon 3, but I love just about anything, and I guess if I had to pick one song that I’ve been obsessing over, it’d be #8 Regret from Splatoon 2 Octo Expansion. 

Favourite movie(s): Encanto. 

Favourite series: Currently it’s Splatoon, but I get the feeling that Pokémon is going to pick back up for me given how much I love Scarlet so far. (I’m not that far.) 

Last song: That I listened to? Don’t Slip! by Wet Floor from Splatoon 2.

Last series: I just finished rewatching Chuggaaconroy’s Splatoon 2 Octo Expansion LP, because I wanted to watch the final battle on the big TV while my parents were out. It was fucking amazing. 

Last movie: Encanto.

Currently reading: The only thing I’ve been reading lately is the curriculum I’m supposed to be doing with my class.

Currently watching: Chuggaaconroy's Paper Mario Let's Play! Yes, that is the same thing scale-tippers typed, I didn’t change it, because I’m watching it as well, but since Emile’s on MaGs Fest hiatus, I’m going to start watching Cowboy Beebop again. 

Currently working on: Procrastination! Lately I’ve been trying to empty out my aesthetics folder on my phone and consistently updating @aeztheticzfortmuzes as well as lesson plans for my students, but I wish I had time for more. 

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