#but i meant to click that it's more fucked up that i somehow didn't know i was secretly a walrus

[ventique18]

~ Thoughtless ~

Somehow you feel it. Maybe you're just letting things get to your head, but maybe. Just maybe.

Malleus is in love with you.

How can you not think that, when he comes by to see you almost everyday, or when he sometimes finds himself thoughtlessly tucking a stray hair away from your face. When his hands would naturally find their way to rest on your hip while you're busy baking something, and he would curiously watch from behind?

So when he carelessly lays his head on your lap one lazy afternoon, you find yourself blurting out "I think I'm in love with you." Just as naturally as is his intimacy is towards you.

He doesn't speak. Doesn't even laugh. He just thoughtlessly pulls you down and, clumsy and mismatched as they are, lets your lips wordlessly do the talking.

You're over the moon. How could you not be, when a person you thought was beyond your reach is hopelessly in love with you just as you are with him? You'll be spending your time as a couple from now on. Going on romantic dates together, greeting each other first thing in the morning, getting to know each other in a much, much more familiar depth. Maybe even considering... marriage.

There's an infinite things that you want to do with him. So many things that make you happy. You're happy.

... Until...

"I wonder what bouquet my betrothed prefers for our coming wedding?"

You overhear him as he strolls with Lilia.

Betrothed? As in, someone you promised to marry? He did say wedding.

What the hell.

He's already engaged to someone? And he still kissed you so passionately like that? All along, he was already meant to marry somebody else while he's fooling around touching you here and there, kissing you and pecking you and hugging you and... Is that why he didn't say he loved you when you confessed? He's just leading you on because he's bored?

That son of a--

Tears. Ugly tears. You scream furiously and cry miserably as you strangle and punt and wrangle your poor pillow at Ramshackle. Your best friends watch silently while they try to coax you with your favorite food and your favorite zero-substance comedy film. It works. Your mood lightens.

Until they go home, and he barges into your home with grin you wanted to sucker-punch off his ugly, cheating, demonic, monstrosity of a lying face.

"Why are you here?" You spit out.

His thick, slimy skin couldn't taste the venom in your words.

"Good evening," he giddily greets as he walks over to you-- almost prancing for god's sake, "I was wondering. What type of flowers do you like?"

"The hell are you on about? You think you can keep stringing me around? I'll fuck you up."

"Careful. I am exercising a deep self-restraint out of respect for you. But if you keep playing with me like this, telling jokes about 'fucking me'-- as people say nowadays-- I might truly end up debauching the sanctity of marriage."

You leer at him. What the hell is he yapping about?

"Fuck?"

He sits on the sofa beside you; as graceful as he always seems to be. No, actually. He sits as ugly as a bridge troll. "I see you are impatient. Truth be told, I am too. But we best wait until after graduation, at least. So before then, I would like to ask: what flowers would you prefer for our wedding? I rather wish to grow them myself."

"Our wed--"

And it clicks in your head.

'My betrothed.'

'What flowers would you like?'

'Our wedding.'

It's you. The betrothed is you.

You almost laugh out loud. Out of the silliness of it all, out of embarrassment perhaps, even out of relief. This guy. God, this guy. What a careless, thoughtless, whimsical, nonsensical, brainless guy. But somehow,

"I like wisteria."

It's just, so naturally, him.

"The flowers in full bloom when we first met."

#wrote a one shot short shot while on break #twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

[vivwritesfics]

Keep on Rolling - MV1

Chapter Five

Summary: Lando's best friend having feelings for anyone on the grid? Impossible, right? She worked with them, sharing her friendship with the grid with the world via the FormulaY/N youtube channel.

After film a video including... spicy water (alcohol), everything changes between her and a certain world champion. Good thing she hasn't had a crush on him since his F1 debut, right?

Right?

1.3K words

Promised QandA in next part

Series Masterlist

"Hey man," Lando said to Max one evening at dinner. It was drivers only, simply because Y/N was too busy working. Everybody wanted her there, but she couldn't spare the time.

Max looked at Lando with a polite smile, too busy eating to say anything.

"You let Y/N interview you?"

He nodded his head, still eating.

"Oh. Well, the rest of us ran away. We didn't trust it not to be a prank," Lando continued. "Why didn't you?"

Max stopped eating to look at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"What? No. I just want to know what you're doing with my best friend," answered Lando. This was starting to piss him off. "I don't care what you do, as long as you don't do anything to hurt her."

Max simply scoffed. He didn't have any intentions with Y/N. Whatever happened, happened. If that took them down the romantic route, so be it.

"Don't worry," he said, returning his attention to his food. "I don't plan on hurting her." He ate ignoring Lando and every other driver sat around the table. There was a good few minutes where Lando stared at him, something like disgust written on his face. He didn't mean to be pulling such a face, but he couldn't help it when it came to Y/N

***

Y/N's eyes hurt as she stared at the emails on her screen. "What the fuck," she whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose. It was seeming more and more impossible to find a moment of peace for her.

You need to look at this and give a statement, ASAP, the email said. This is the second time this has happened in the space of a month. How does this keep happening? You need to watch yourself to make sure it doesn't happen again

She read the email a couple of times over before clicking the link.

It was an Instagram post that had gone viral within the F1 community. Pictures of her with the drivers, hidden away in hotel rooms. Moments that nobody but Y/N and the drivers involved should have pictures of.

Her having dinner in Lando's apartment, Y/N and Charles walking through the hallway of a hotel together. There was one occasion where she, Lando and Carlos had snuck up to the roof of the hotel. Somehow that picture was in the post.

The worst one, though? There was a picture of Y/N and Max laying together. It must have been after the drunken quiz video, after they had fallen asleep against each other. It was such an intimate moment, a moment meant for the two of them and nobody else.

They were pictures nobody should have had. Who had taken them? Where had they come from? How did this account have them?

But then Y/N scrolled down to the comments

Username: omg she's such a whore

Username: You'd think this years championship would be interesting since she's sleeping with the whole grid

Username: I've never liked her

Username: She ruined Lando

Username: yeah I liked Carlando better before it involved her

They just went on and on like that. Thousands of them. For every supportive comment, there seemed to be two negative ones. It was horrible. How was she supposed to put out a statement about it.

So, she pulled out her phone and did the only thing she knew to do.

Ten minute later, there was a knock at her door. Y/N wiped her tears and ran to pull it open. "Oh thank god," she said through a sob and wrapped her arms around him.

Lando walked her further into the room and pushed the door shut behind him. “Tell me what happened,” he said and sat her down on her bed. He sat beside her and Y/N instantly placed her head on his shoulder.

"People are horrible," she sniffed as she pulled up the Instagram account.

Taking her phone from her hand, Lando scrolled through the pictures before getting to the comments. As he read them, his grip on Y/N was tight, growing tighter with every horrible comment.

"I've never seen these before," said Lando as he scrolled back up to the pictures. From the way they were taken, they couldn't have been fan pictures - they must have come from someone right there with them.

Lando pressed his finger against the power button and dropped Y/N's phone into his lap. He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair. "Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this."

There was nothing they could do that night. So Y/N locked the door, double checked the lock and then pushed her bedside table up against it.

Y/N and Lando fell asleep together, spread out across the bed. They'd fallen asleep together several times before. They'd been doing it since they were kids, sharing a bed on sleepovers. It was a habit that hadn't died and had only taken breaks when either of them were dating.

"Promise everything is going to be okay?" Y/N muttered in her sleep as she rolled towards the door.

Lando's answer was a snore.

***

Max was used to his phone blowing up over night. He was a world famous Formula One driver, it was bound to happen. But, when he scrolled through his notifications this time, everything was different.

Pictures, none of which he had seen before. He was in some, but the one thing every picture had in common was Y/N. Max ignored all the pictures that didn't have him in the, all the pictures but the last one. The one of him in bed with her/

Nobody had been in the room with them, Max had made sure of it.

His phone vibrated in his hand. But it wasn't who Max hoped it would be. It wasn't the girl he had been pictured with. It was his father. Jos Verstappen. Just the man Max didn't want to be speaking to.

He swiped his finger across the screen and pressed his phone to his ear.

Have you ever been berated by an angry Dutchman almost to the point of tears. Max had. He'd been berated by his father so many times before. Even now, as a twenty five year old, it still stung just as much as it had when he was a child.

Jos ran through the list of all of the news article headlines he had read that morning. All of them about his son and the youtuber that had been following the grid around like a lost dog.

As much as Max wanted to defend her, Jos didn't give him the chance. He sat there in silence as his dad shouted at him down the phone. When Jos finally hung up, Max let out a sigh.

Suddenly there was a knock at his hotel room door. Now in a foul mood, Max stood and opened up the door.

"Hey," he said, letting his visitor in.

The visitor said nothing and walked into his room. "You need to stay away from Y/N."

Max stared at Lando. He said nothing, just stared, so Lando continued. "Stay away from her. Stop falling asleep with her, stop going near her. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life."

Max sat himself back on his bed and patted his thighs in a repetitive pattern. He'd just gotten enough of this from his father, he didn't need this from Lando, too. "What gives you the right?" he asked. "Why can't she make her own decisions?"

"She doesn't know what she wants," Lando spat.

Max shook his head. "I think you're wrong," he said. "I think she knows what she wants and you're unwilling to listen to her."

Suddenly Lando was very close to him, getting in his face. "Stay the fuck away from her," he growled and marched out of the room.

Taglist (Open): @sticksdoesart @eviethetheatrefreak @eugene-emt-roe @glai1023-blog @mqcherie @itsjustkhaos @chonkybonky @arian-directioner @lazybot @lpab @princessria127 @fangirl125reader @honethatty12 @larastark3107 @urfavouritef1girly @cassiopeiia24 @callsign-scully @lexiecamposv @dl-yum @savagecelery @laneyspaulding19 @formulas-bitch @teenwolf01

#max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x reader smut #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #mv1 imagine #mv1 #mv1 x reader #mv1 smut

[itneverendshere]

guilty conscience (+18)

chapter iii

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed.

was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

taglist: lmk if you want to be added (comment down below! if you've already asked me to be here and I didn't tag you LET ME KNOW AGAIN CAUSE IM VERY FORGETFUL) : @tiaamberxx @haruvalentine4321 @maybankslover

Your phone buzzed in your nightstand, startling you out of your reverie. 

With a sigh, you fished it out, glancing at the screen to see Ward's name flashing in bold letters. You’d just texted him an hour earlier but spared any details for your sake.

Taking a deep breath, you answered the call, plastering on your most professional tone. 

"Hey, Ward. How's it going?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by Ward's booming voice, filled with impatience. 

"Well? Did you find him? How's it going over there?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to tell him you royally fucked up. The truth was things hadn't exactly gone according to plan. Rafe had slipped through your fingers not once, but twice, leaving you feeling more defeated than ever.

But you couldn't let Ward know that. Not yet, at least.

"It's... going." you replied vaguely, trying to keep your tone upbeat.

There was a pause on the other end, and you could practically hear Ward's mind whirring with impatience.

 "Make it faster," he snapped, his tone sharp and demanding. "He’ll be at the golf course tomorrow, 9 sharp.”

The golf course?!

You had never golfed a day in your life, let alone attempted to blend in with a bunch of rich snobs on the green. For fuck’s sake. This was going to be a disaster.

On the other hand, you were nothing if not resourceful. You didn’t know the first thing about golf, but you were a quick learner. And if there was one thing you were good at, it was improvising on the fly. 

“Sofia works there. Get his attention off her.”

Easier said than done. 

“Ward, your son looks at her like she hung the moon and the stars."

"I don't pay you to play matchmaker, sweetheart," he retorted sharply, his tone laced with irritation. "I pay you to get the job done. Now, I don't want any excuses tomorrow. Make sure you're at that golf course bright and early, and don't screw this up."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Fucking assshole.

You slammed your phone down on the nightstand, cursing under your breath.

Ward might have been your current employer, but that didn't mean you had to like him. Dealing with his crap was like dealing with a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum. Except, you know, this toddler had a lot more money and power, which somehow made it even worse.

You were not some puppet he could just yank around whenever he felt like it, constantly ordering you around like some sort of lackey.

But you were not about to let Ward's ridiculous demands get the best of you. If he wanted you to be a professional golfer, you would give him just that.

The evening turned into a crash course on all things golf. Who knew there was so much to learn about golf etiquette? You spent hours glued to your laptop, absorbing every last detail you could find. And those YouTube tutorials? Let's just say you had never clicked on a video so fast in your life.

Then came the real fun—practicing your swing.

Spoiler alert: it was a hot mess. You must've looked like a total dweeb flailing around with that golf club in your hotel room. 

And let's not forget about perfecting your fake smile. You must've spent a solid hour in front of the mirror, trying out different variations until you found the one that said, "I'm totally a golf pro, trust me."

By the time morning rolled around, you were as ready as you'd ever be. 

You found yourself standing outside the gates of the local Country Club, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. You glanced down at your outfit, a bunch of preppy pieces that you hoped screamed "I belong here" rather than "I have no idea what I'm doing." 

And hey, bonus points for the fact that it made your ass and legs look great. Confidence boost, check.

With a mental pep talk and a final adjustment to your collar, you stepped through the gates, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. The crisp scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of clubs striking balls and polite laughter. You felt like a fish out of water in this sea of polo shirts and khaki shorts, but you refused to let it show. 

Taking a deep breath, you approached the pro shop, hoping they had something available for a last-minute rental. Inside, it was bustling with old men browsing through rows of shiny clubs and chatting with the staff.

You stepped up to the counter, plastering on your best smile as you tried to appear confident. 

“Hi there," you greeted the clerk, your voice coming out a little shakier than you would have liked. "I was wondering if you had any clubs available for rent?"

The clerk eyed you curiously, clearly noticing your lack of golf attire. "Sure thing," he replied with a friendly smile. "What kind of clubs are you looking for?"

You paused, realizing you had no idea what kind of clubs you needed. "Um, just something... basic?" you ventured, feeling completely out of your depth.

The clerk nodded understandingly and disappeared into the back room, returning a moment later with a set of clubs. "These should do the trick," he said, handing them over to you. "Just sign here, and you're all set."

You hastily scribbled your signature on the rental form, feeling a rush of relief as you finally held the clubs in your hands. 

The course stretched out before you, lush green fairways bordered by trees and dotted with sand traps and water hazards. It all looked so pristine and posh, like something out of a magazine. You couldn't help but admire the luxury of it all, even though you felt like a total fish out of water.

Glancing around, you realized you were flying solo. No caddy to show you the ropes, no fellow players to offer tips or cheer you on. It was just you, your instincts, and the vast expanse of the course.

And let's not forget, your sheer power of delusion. 

Taking a deep breath, you placed your ball on the tee and tried to remember everything you'd learned from those YouTube tutorials.

Grip firm, eye on the ball, swing smooth. Easy, right?

With trembling hands, you lifted the club and took a practice swing, hoping to shake off some of the jitters. Then, with a quick scan down the fairway, you drew back and swung.

The ball sailed through the air, arcing gracefully before landing with a satisfying thud on the fairway. It wasn't the most impressive shot in the world, but it was a start. You hadn't missed the ball entirely or accidentally hit someone in the head.

Small victories and all.

You grinned, feeling a rush of pride. Maybe this golf thing wasn't so bad after all.

You continued to take swings, each one feeling a little more confident than the last. It was all about finding that rhythm, hearing that satisfying "thwack" when the club met the ball, and watching it soar through the air.

You got lost in the game, forgetting all about the stress of the morning. The sun was climbing, spreading this warm, cozy light over the course, and all around you, there were these little moments of nature - birds chirping, clubs swishing, and the occasional "fore!" from nearby players. 

It was kind of peaceful, in a way. All you cared about was nailing that next shot. Walking down the fairway, you couldn't help but grin to yourself. Sure, you weren’t exactly a golf prodigy, but who cared? 

Just as you were lining up for another swing, a voice startled you from behind. "Hey new face, need a hand?"

“Fuck!” You blurted out, nearly dropping the club at the sound of his voice.

There he was, Rafe Cameron, looking all cool and collected in his golf gear like he'd just stepped out of a magazine. And of course, he caught you in the middle of your amateur hour on the course. You were hoping to find him during a break, probably around the bar, lurking around Sofia.

"Hey.” he said with a smirk, sauntering over to where you stood frozen in embarrassment. "Didn't mean to scare you.”

You tried to muster up a nonchalant response, but all that came out was a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. Just, you know, getting some practice in."

For the first time in my life, you’d like to add. 

Rafe glanced down at the clubs in your hand, a glint in his eyes.

"Practice, huh? Well, you definitely look like you're giving it your all."

You wanted to die.

You forced a smile, hoping he couldn't see the panic swirling beneath the surface. "Yeah, well, gotta start somewhere, right?"

He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mind if I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. This was not part of the plan, but you welcomed it anyway. You couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of him witnessing your less-than-stellar golfing skills up close. But then again, you weren’t here to become a professional golfer, you were here to woo him off his feet and get paid.

Ward's words echoed in your mind—get his attention off her. And what better way to do that than by keeping him occupied with small talk on the golf course?

You shrugged, "The more, the merrier, right?"

"Exactly.” He said, falling into step beside you as you headed down the fairway. "So, how long have you been playing?"

You hesitated, not wanting to admit that this was your first time on a golf course. "Oh, you know, just getting into it recently," You replied vaguely, hoping he wouldn't press for details. "How about you?”

Rafe ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Been playing since I was a kid," he admitted. "It's kind of a family thing."

Of course, it is. Rich people. Nothing like a little golf for some family bonding time. But it gave you the opening you needed to make a personal connection. Nothing like sharing personal information to establish contact.

 “That’s cute. My family thing was shoving pizzas down our throat every Friday.”

Rafe chuckled at your comment, the sound genuine. “Pizza Fridays sound pretty great, actually."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Maybe this wouldn't be as awkward as you'd feared. "Yeah, they were definitely the highlight of the week," you admitted. "But I have to say, golf seems a lot more... sophisticated."

Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Sophisticated, huh? You must be hanging out with the wrong crowd."

You felt yourself relax a little more with each passing moment. 

"Maybe I just need the right teacher," you said, giving him a sideways glance.

Rafe's smile widened, and he stepped a little closer, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about golf."

 "Is that so?" you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the sudden flutter in your stomach.

Rafe nodded, his expression turning more serious. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you're interested, I'd be happy to show you."

You could feel every little detail, like how close you were and the intensity in his eyes, like they were trying to unravel some mystery hidden deep inside you. 

No, no, no.

Pull yourself together! You mentally slapped yourself, shaking off the dreamy haze that seemed to cloud your brain whenever he looked at you. You had goals, a mission to nail, and getting all googly-eyed over some suave, wealthy guy was not on the agenda. 

You flashed him this playful grin, trying to play it cool even though your heart was doing somersaults in your chest.

 "Oh, I dunno," you teased, taking a little step back to collect yourself. "Golf lessons? Sounds like it could burn a hole in my wallet. Can't be going broke over a new hobby."

Rafe chuckled, his eyes lingering on you for a second before he backed off, “You think I’d charge you?”

The way he said it, so casually, it sent a thrill through you, but you knew better than to let yourself get carried away. This was part of the game, after all.

“You’re always this nice to strangers?”

His blonde, tousled hair fell just so, framing his angular jawline, while a subtle stubble added a rugged charm to his appearance. And his smile... ugh, it's like he knew how fine he was. Rafe had this smirk that was just... chef's kiss. And his eyes? Sparkling like he was up to no good but in the best way possible. You couldn’t stop staring. 

“Only the pretty ones.” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with flirtation.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, trying to maintain your composure despite the butterflies dancing in your stomach. But damn, if he didn't have a way with words.

"Well, lucky me then," you quipped, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt. “But don't think you're getting off that easy. I’m not just some pretty face, you know.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, gaze fixed on your hands as you moved them to fix your ponytail, “Is that so?"

Ah, you have no idea.

"Guess you'll just have to stick around to find out,” you replied with a cheeky wink, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. “But fair warning, I'm not exactly a pro at this.”

Rafe chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don't worry,” he said, his voice softening. “I'll go easy on you.”

His confident demeanor was infectious, and you couldn't resist playing along.

“Who said I wanted easy?”

He tilted his head slightly, his hair shifted with the movement, “You think you can take me?”

With that, he gestured for you to take the next shot. You could feel his eyes on you as you lined up your shot, the weight of his gaze fueling your focus.

Taking a deep breath, you blocked out all distractions and focused on the ball. Grip firm, eyes locked on the target, you swung the club with all the force you could muster.

The ball sailed through the air, soaring gracefully before landing with a satisfying thud on the fairway. You couldn't help but grin as you watched it roll to a stop, a surge of pride coursing through your veins.

Rafe let out a low whistle, his expression somewhat impressed. "Not bad," he conceded. "Let's see if you can keep it up."

“Sounds like you’re scared…”

His eyebrows practically hit the sky when you threw down the gauntlet, his lips curling up. "Scared?" he shot back, his voice oozing with playful doubt, “Of you?”

Oh boy.

“Of losing.”

“Pretty girl, I don’t lose.”

Yeah, we’ll see about that. 

“And you’d swing a lot harder if you arched your back just a little.”

"How so?” you retorted, your tone teasing.

Rafe stepped up behind you, his presence suddenly much closer than before. His large hands gently adjusted your posture, touch gentle yet firm. 

"Like this," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he guided you through the motion.

The warmth of his palms seeped through the fabric of your shirt, sending a wave of tingles across your skin. His fingers rested lightly against your sides, the pressure just enough to provide guidance without feeling intrusive. You tried to focus on his instructions, on the proper form and technique, but it was so fucking hard with him standing so close.

Every subtle movement, every brush of his body against yours…goddamn. You bit your lip to stifle a gasp, unable to believe how good it felt to have him so close.

"Alright, let's work on that swing.”

 There was a confidence in his tone, a subtle reassurance that made you want to combust on the spot. The way his voice rose and fell with each word…it was difficult to do anything with the sensation of his touch sending your senses into overdrive.

You tilted your head slightly and threw out the question, "Like this?"

Before he could even answer, you couldn't resist the urge to push the boundaries a bit. So, you arched your back ever so subtly, pressing yourself back into him. It was a total spur-of-the-moment move. 

There was a beat of silence that felt like an eternity. And then, oh my god, you felt his hands tighten slightly on your waist.

“Just like that.”

But then he stepped back and you couldn't help but feel disappointment at the loss of his proximity. You gave yourself a mental shake and got back into the swing of things – pun totally intended.

Grabbing the club again, you were all set to take your next shot. With Rafe's tips fresh in your mind, you took a swing, putting everything you had into it. And would you believe it? The ball actually went where you wanted it to, landing way closer to the hole than you expected.

Rafe's reaction was priceless. His eyebrows shot up again, and there was this look in his eyes like, this time he was genuinely impressed.

Score one for you.

But you weren’t about to get cocky just yet. So, you gave him a smirk and threw down the gauntlet. 

“Funnily enough, I never lose either.”

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron au #rafe cameron outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe fic #rafe cameron fluff #rafe angst #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #rafe x female!mc #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x y/n

[forensicheart]

One Night Or More

Charles Leclrec x Reader

Summary: It was only meant to be a one night stand, but maybe it could be more...

Warning: Dirty talk, intention of sex/lead up

A/N: Not really sure how I feel about my writing in this one but let me know what you thought. I'm trying to post a few times a week and have so many ideas but would love some requests if you have any!

---------------------------------------------------------

You knew it was wrong form the beginning. From the look in his eyes that grew darker as they gazed upon your body but you couldn’t help yourself. The way he teased your body while you danced had you going crazy. Nothing but dirty thoughts running through your mind and you're almost certain that he was having the exact same ones. Let's what led you both here isn't it? Back to your hotel room, clothes lost and forgotten throughout the room, not being able to control yourselves the moment you were alone. Wet kisses trailed down your body, dark marks in their wake. One hand massaging your breast and the other making it's way further down your body.

He kissed you with such passion as his hands moved, not stopping either motion for a second showing off his ability to multitask and god did you love it. You were already a moaning mess beneath him, having been riled up all night at the club with his body pressed against yours, hands dangerously low on your waist as you danced with one another. His body was somehow closer now, his hands not hesitating to touch places he hadn't in the club.

"Tell me what you desire mon amour" That damned accent, you were melting for this man who you didn't even know the name of.

"Please, touch me, touch me in whatever way you want, I just need something" The man above you chuckled.

"Already begging belle, we've barely just begun"

And boy was he right, you couldn't forget that night, not with the way he touched you, made you feel and you still don't know his name. The next morning you had awoken to an empty bed and a note on your bedside.

'Had to leave early for work, breakfast is on the table. Thank you for last night mon amour ;)'

Most men wouldn't leave a note let alone make breakfast for you and the note didn't lie. You had walked out into the kitchen to find a plate of pancakes placed on the counter. Still warm indicating that he hadn't left that long ago. No dishes were found in the sink though and instead you found your dishwasher running. A true gentlemen. You cursed yourself for not asking for his number, or at least his name, it was only planned to be a one night stand though, that's all you went out for so you never thought you would want to get to know him more. Especially since most of the time you spent together was spent in your bed.

You decided to take the plate of pancakes and make your way to the couch where you turned on the tv. You sat mindlessly scrolling through the channels as you ate until you saw it. Or well, him. You stopped scrolling and lent forward in your seat making sure you were seeing this clearly. A Formula 1 driver. That's who you'd spent the night with. Well now any hope you had of possibly getting to know him was crushed. You would have merely been another body to him, another fuck to satisfy his needs. You tuned in still, wanting to see what he could do, maybe hear his voice again. You saw the thousands of fans at the race, many with signs, calling out to the man you had been with only hours before. Charles. That was the name they shouted, that was his name. Charles Leclerc.

You decided to move to Instagram and check out his profile, spending longer than intended starting at each photo he has posted of himself. Each picture bought back a memory from your night, remember the way he worked his hands and fingers on your body. Without much though you had clicked the follow button and then the message one.

'Hey. I know this is a long shot, but we spent the night together last and I was hoping to get to know you more. Maybe you're thinking I'm some crazy fan or weird for wanting to know you after merely having a one night stand and also finding out who you are after not even being told your name but-'

You were partway through your message when one was sent in the chat by nonother than Charles himself.

'Hey, sorry if it's weird to message you but I took notice of your profile picture and I believe you may have been the one I met last night'

He had messaged you first. Now that was strange. You didn't hesitate to respond though.

'Hi, yeah that's me, I don't believe I ever introduced myself though, I'm Y/n. Thanks for reaching out, kinda strange but I was in the middle of messaging you when you sent yours haha'

You were aware that you both sounded a little awkward, or maybe only you thought that. It wasn't normal to hunt down and reach out to your one night stand after all.

'What a coincidence haha. If you're still around maybe I could pop by your hotel room again later?' You smile at the message tying your own to invite him over and blushing as he hearts it setting your phone down and beginning the wait.

-

A knock at the door snapped you out of your thoughts as you dragged your eyes away from the show you had been invested in and towards the clock. 9pm. He must be here. You got up quickly, rushing to the door faster than you'd like to admit and opened the door with a smile indeed seeing Charles stand before you. You both stared at one another for a moment before you stepped aside and motioned for him to come in, which he did.

"Please, take a seat" You motioned this time to the couch as you made your way there yourself, getting comfortable as Charles politely took a seat on the other end, his hands clasps together in his lap.

"Would you like anything, a drink, snack?" You offered as the silence became too much for you. Charles moved from looking around the room to looking at you with a small smile.

"No thank you, I'm ok" You nodded and the silence began once more.

"So uh-" "I wanted-" The two of you laughed awkwardly before you gestured for Charles to speak first.

"I know it may be weird to want to talk after having a one night stand but I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. The way your body felt so right in my arms last night, how your eyes sparkled as you looked into mine, the way your laugh intoxicated me as we danced at the club. I just-" He paused, obviously nervous and hesitant but took a breath and kept speaking. "I just wanted to maybe see if you'd like to go on a proper date with me, get to know each other, without the sex. I know we just met last night and it was mainly sex and all but-"

You cut Charles off, a grin on your face as he began to ramble.

"I would love to" Charles cheeks flushed as he let out a breath before a wide smile came to his lips.

Maybe it wouldn't be just a one night stand after all.

#characters #writing #love #imagines #requests are open #f1 imagine #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc imagine

[ikinremu]

hi there !

i’ve been absolutely obsessed with all your tommy content lately, you write him so so well !!!

would you consider writing a (smutty) drabble with brat tamer! tommy and reader being cheeky / smart mouthed with him

hope you have a lovely day <3

Hi anonymous! First of all thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how happy it makes me! Thank you so so much for requesting. I know the ask said drabble but I got a little carried away with this idea and ended up just having to make it a whole oneshot.. oops 🙈 But anyway, I hope you like what i’ve done with your request! Enjoy :)

|| Nsfw || Understood? - Tommy Shelby ||

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Tags: Oral (M Recieving), P in V

! Smut Warning !

Knowing someone well was always a bonus, and perhaps it did mean you should have at least some level of regard for their irritations once you'd been made aware of them - but how could you be held to the unrealistic standard of constantly keeping them in mind? Because truthfully, there was somehow less than a mere trace of Tommy's irks occupying your thoughts in the previous hours. It was only when he requested your arrival that your earlier actions dawned on you, and even then you remained rather negligent.

With a lingering ambivalence, you roamed the path to the office responsible for your calling. Cocking a brow, you stepped inside, sleek door clicking in connection to its frame behind you.

God, labelling it a mess was a weighty understatement. Papers were carelessly scattered and drawers had been yanked open - majority nearly emptied of any previous contents.

"What did you do with the papers on my desk?" Tommy groaned from the chair behind the disorderly table, nostrils ever so slightly flaring as his callous fingers kneaded the skin of his forehead.

"I didn't do anything with them?" You retorted, a certain arrogance to your tone. Tommy disposed of a deep exhale - clearly not as much of a calming exercise as intended.

"Right, so where are they then?"

"I don't know."

"They were here when I left and now they're not, I know you came in here looking for something, sounds pretty fuckin' simple to me." He continued to pry.

"Well I probably just misplaced them while I was in here, it was an accident, fucking hell."

Following your words, Tommy began to ramble a rather exhausting monologue about the importance of these papers - though, for you, his words merely slipped in one ear and out the other.

You certainly were a work-orientated person, though today you simply didn't have the strength, let alone the willpower, to care about some documents you knew nothing about.

"You're not going to apologise for completely fucking up my office.?" His face painted one blatant notion: expectancy.

Eyes flitting over the room, you rather admired the dishevelment - Tommy’s frustration supplying you with a newfound sense of pride that you hadn't felt while concocting the mess not long ago.

Putting things as simply as possible, you'd utterly destroyed Tommy's office while rooting for an item so very simple; a book, a book that you hadn’t even located after all. You hadn’t restored one single thing and were responsible for the loss of some form of document that - judging by his reaction - must've been more than significant.

You knew you owed him an apology - every part of you did - however, manners were the least of your worries considering the way in which you were speaking to one and another.

You scoffed, "It's really not that important, one minor inconvenience and you're acting like a child about it?"

"What did you just say?" Tommy's gaze snapped in your direction, cigarette retracting from the slight crevice between his lips.

"I said you're acting like a child." You echoed, the wall of your chest now accessorised by your folded arms.

"Say that one more fucking time." Tommy huffed, eyes rolling at the same pace as the cigarette in his hand - his tone a clear warning not to test his limits.

"I'm sure that was meant to affect me more than it did." You sneered, unhesitant to deride the man sat solemnly behind his desk. "So, alright, you're acting like a pathetic little child."

The cigarette sputtered as its heat was stubbed away, Tommy taking a rather abrupt stance, his eyes burning through your own like laser beams. Hands firmly stuffed to fill the points of his trouser pockets, Tommy's stance developed into steps.

A look of lust bloomed in his eyes as he stood before you, the border of separation barely existent. Thinning the gap even further, Tommy's hand reached to cup the curve of your jaw, thumb pressing against your fragile skin. The contact spiked you with a sudden excitement, his touch so tender yet rough in the most enticing way.

Everything was silent. Dead silent.

Stomach twisting, you revelled in the rich, musk of Tommy's scent, allowing it to seep into your nostrils as your eyes stared deeply into the pair opposite you. You were still indignant in relation to this whole situation, though your priorities had taken a rather drastic hit the moment your lips gently brushed against his.

As you reached to press your mouth to Tommy's, he suddenly froze, hand redirecting to the lean fronting of your neck with a fierce grip - just enough force to savour your breath, taunting it nonetheless.

"You're not to go through my office, understood?" He raised his brows with a growing likeness of superiority, speaking in what could only be described as a gravelly whisper. "Now if you want to act like a brat, I'll fuck you like one. Get on your knees."

A chill coursed through your body. You were utterly dumbfounded, wishing you were more appalled by his words, though there truly was no use in denying the flame igniting within you - its spark feeding off the rapid development of your arousal.

Utilising the firm hold he'd subjected your neck to, Tommy guided your descent, only retiring the grip once your knees met the sleek planks.

Amongst this thickening fog of desire, you found curiosity weaving it's way into your mind - more so captivation.

Severely lacking the ability to do otherwise, your gaze floated to meet its match above. Your heart palpitated, stabilisation nowhere near possible as you studied Tommy's complacent expression - the artful glint in his eye wholly to blame for the dampened fabric of your underwear.

His thick fingers delivered a brisk sequence to your right cheek, a pair of light taps falling against your skin, "Open."

You immediately loosened the - what used to be - unyielding clench of your jaw, the action much like a bolt unscrewing. You rather surprised yourself with this obedience, though Tommy seemed to have retained more confidence that you'd oblige. He had his way with his dark, costly garments, a gruff heave fleeing his throat as he freed his erection.

"What are you waiting for, eh?" His eyes, less than subtly, motioned towards his unattended length.

These lustful instructions may've only been momentary, however, the raging heat they spread through your body lasted far, far longer.

You assumed a tender hold of Tommy's naked length, nimble fingers surrounding his shaft as you felt him twitch against the soft creases of your palm. Shamelessly, you projected your hunger onto his pulsing cock, sliding your lips over him as if you'd been mercilessly starved. Exercising the depravity of your tongue, you swirled it around his spasming tip, trailing slick stripes up his slit. Your ears overflowed with the familiar vibrations of his low groans, stimulation taunting his grunts as they encouraged you further.

Tommy harshly dug a hand through your hair, tugging it back in a rather sloppy interpretation of a clasp. His leaking tip began slapping against your salivating tongue as you engulfed his erection into the warm chamber of your mouth, shaft having gained enough slick for your hands to stroke it. He rid all that had shielded his torso, a collection of inessential fabrics just contributing to the mess of the office.

He throbbed between your frothing lips, "You like when I use your mouth like this, hm?" His teases were broken by ravenous grunts. Hot flushes clouded over you, body fuelled by such pure, unfiltered desire.

Without warning, Tommy slipped himself out - completely dismissing any provoking as he unleashed your hair from its hold.

He ushered you to a, minorly, abrupt stance, callous thumb swiping the drivel that rather tellingly coated the underside of your lips. With less than a second to adapt, Tommy's bare arms hoisted you so intimately against himself, touch rather bleakly shattered as he laid you atop his desk - your silk blouse brushing the surface.

Your legs curled over the blunt table edge, stomach flipping at the sheer anticipation - you needed to feel him; desperately. Hooking beneath your waistband, Tommy's fingers dragged your skirt downwards, a small few kicks of your feet assisting the removal process, shoes flinging off in synchronisation. You verged on complete nudity as your underwear were the next to be rid, the sodden material easily deemed the least cared for in this moment.

"You wanna make a mess of my desk? That's exactly what we're gonna fuckin' do." Tommy rasped, the deep tones of his voice resulting in your stomach fluttering. He raised your legs, effortlessly draping your calves over his rather chilly shoulders, your bare thighs pressed against his torso.

His leaking tip lined up with your entrance, surpassing your drenched walls before so perfectly filling your hole - replacing what had been mere deprivation. A shaky mewl crept from your throat, a hoarse groan from Tommy's.

Forearms caging your calves, the position allowed Tommy to hit deeper than you thought possible as he planted his first - much anticipated- thrust, utterly intoxicating your every want with just a single buck of his hips.

As his length so angelically tormented your sweet spots, the air between you couldn't resist growing sultry. Body temperature reaching unbearable stakes, you unbuttoned - and shed - your blouse, hastily repeating the same steps with your bra. Your lips dropped a weighty exhale as the air faced a collision with your bare chest, pebbling your now exposed nipples.

Assisted by his hand’s dense hold of your legs, Tommy pulled you against each rhythmic drive of his hips.

Devotion infested the air, not leaving a molecule untouched as the pair of you picked up speed.

Your chest took to a pattern of shallow dips and lifts as Tommy pounded into your sopping cunt, your thighs occasionally striking his torso.

Desperate for something to hold, your fingers curled around the mess of papers atop his desk, crumpling them until smooth sheets became jagged balls.

"Fuck," Tommy panted, "Take it, that’s it."

His encouragement strung a whimper from your throat, though your pleasure travelled far deeper than surface level. Teeth puncturing your lower lip, you melted into the sensations of Tommy’s skilful hips rocking against your own. As he pumped faster, cock burying itself further inside you, your seeping hole began a relentless sequence of clenching around the length that filled it.

“Don’t stop..” A soft moan floated from your tongue.

You wanted nothing more than a release to wash over you, this craving only heightening as you felt the wish inching closer to being granted.

Tommy’s ferocious grip upon your legs somehow intensified, pulling you against him significantly harsher than before.

Your body quivered as your release unwound, orgasm elevating your arousal to its very tallest peak. The purest of euphorias struck your frame from head to toe, eyelids screwing so firmly shut, swollen clit only able to convulse as your climax drew to an unwanted close.

Tommy croaked deeply as his head lolled back, subconsciously loosening his contact with your legs. You observed the bliss that - with no sign of mercy - possessed his features, a shiver running down your spine as you felt a sudden burst of warmth span inside your heavily pulsing cunt.

Your breathing found stabilisation - to the best extent possible - as Tommy slid out, soon easing you into a, far more convenient, sitting position.

Cheeks flushed, your hazy gaze scanned over his desk, not a single document in the place it used to be, nor any utensils. Crinkled paper balls were scattered over the surface - the already dreadful mess now so blatantly worsened.

Inhaling sharply, you struggled to compress a mischievous smile, “I hope you don’t need this desk for anything too important today..”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to use the asks feature on my page for requests of oneshots/drabbles/blurbs etc.. would be greatly appreciated! <3

#smut #smutty #peaky blinders #peaky blinders smut #thomas shelby #thomas shelby smut #tommy shelby #tommy shelby smut #oneshot

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Closet love | {RenGiyuu}

Theme: Fluff!

"Listen. If you two are going to continue being clueless, go in the closet and fucking figure things out!" Shinobu said, her hands on her hips as she looked upon the two Hashira. "You both are still unfit to go on missions so as long as you have time to kill, might as well make a move, understood?"

Kyojuro and Giyuu stared at her. No, no they didn't understand. 

She sighed. "You two will be the death of me. Fine, I'll give you a prompt. Both of you—stand up," she ordered.

They stood.

"Follow me."

She stalked off to one of the guest rooms and opened the door, raising her eyebrows. "Go in," she told them.

They walked hesitantly inside. 

"Alright, I'll trust you'll use whatever you trained your night vision for the two of you to be able to see. Now, I'm going to keep you two closed in here for some time for you to figure things out," she said, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor.

"Figure out what?" Kyojuro asked curiously, finally speaking up. 

Shinobu gave him an irritated look and slammed the door shut, locking it quickly from the outside. "I won't forget about you two so don't try breaking the door down. There's a pocket watch in there somewhere so if you find it, use that. If I don't come back by midnight then I probably did forget abut you," she said, walking to the door.

Kyojuro whined and Giyuu stayed quiet, his eyes trying to focus in the dark.

"What about the prompt you said about?" the Flame Hashira asked as Shinobu could be heard  opening the door to go out the room.

"Right! What word starts with an L, ends with an E and is an emotion or feeling you two feel for each other? Four letters in total, should be easy, get it over with," she said, leaving.

"Wha-" Kyojuro started, but he heard the door click shut. "Sorry, Tomioka," he apologized after a minute of silence.

"Mm," Giyuu hummed, his eyes closed.

They sat in uncomfortable positions against the walls, trying to stay furthest they could from one another.

"It's... a tight space, no?" he commented, waiting for any sort of response from the raven—though he got very little.

"Mhm." 

"Can you see yet? I can't really, there's not light coming from under the door so it's a lot harder for me when there isn't any obvious source of light helping me see," Kyojuro said, shifting slightly.

Giyuu opened his eyes, met with a dim outline of Kyojuro and the space around them. "I can see a bit," he said.

Surprised, Kyojuro laughed. "That's the most of you've said to me in a while. Five words!" 

"I prefer to be silent," Giyuu remarked.

"I've noticed! Should I stay quiet?" 

"I admire your talkativeness. You may continue," he said, his voice holding a light quiver in it. Some sort of nervousness.

Kyojuro beamed, his smile so bright it probably could've provided them light if not for Giyuu closing his eyes again. "Thank you, Tomioka! What do you think Kocho meant? About the L and E and uh... I forget!" 

"Do you forget things easily?" Giyuu asked, opening his eyes a bit.

"Not particularily! I suppose I was paying attention to you more so than her words and it slipped my mind!!" the fiery Hashira said thoughtfully.

"Ah."

"Say, Tomioka, she said we both feel this way about each other! Do you know what it is?" he asked, completely from curiousity—he had no idea what Shinobu had meant somehow.

Giyuu had... unfortunately, as he told himself, understood what she'd meant. "...No," he lied. 

"You hesitated!" Kyojuro pointed out.

"I didn't!" Giyuu said defiantly, sounding so childish that Kyojuro laughed again. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing! She said we had to 'figure it out' to get out, so we should try to, right?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Mm."

"Okay! What starts with an L... and ends with an E?" Kyojuro thought aloud, tapping his chin in a comical manner. "Hm! L....Lane?" he said, confused. "No, she said it was a feeling, right? Lonely? No, that doesn't end with an E. Hm..."

Although Giyuu was quite lonely often, he thought to himself. At least he appeared lonely.

"Are you lonely often, Tomioka?" Kyojuro asked, forgetting that he probably shouldn't ask that.

"What?..." 

Yes, he probably should not have. But it was too late to take back the words. "Are you lonely?" 

Giyuu was quite for a moment and Kyojuro was about to offer to change the subject when he said, "Sometimes."

"Awhh, why don't you go hang out with me?" Kyojuro said.

"Because I prefer to be alone."

"But then you'll be lonely!"

"I said sometimes."

"But... Tomioka?" he said, having a sudden thought. 

"Hm?"

"Are you just bad at socilizing?"

Giyuu paused. "Oh." 

"Oh? What does that mean?"

"Uhm..." he stuttered, shifting on his spot on the floor. Fuck.

"Should we change the subject?" Kyojuro offered, not really minding the way they skipped around. 

"Yes. I'd... appreciate it," Giyuu said.

"Okay! I'm going to move a bit, okay? I'm a little uncomfortable," Kyojuro said, moving around.

"You are? Should I stand?" he asked, wanting to move around a bit anyways. 

"It's okay!" Kyojuro said, but Giyuu had already started to stand.

Due to the lack of light, Kyojuro didn't realize this fast enough and his chin went crashing against Giyuu's head. The stumbled backwards against the walls, their legs somehow ending up tangled together in all the confusion.

"Ahhh... sorry," Kyojuro apologized when they finally stopped moving, though they were as uncomfortable as ever, their legs entwined together and their backs pressed against the wall. 

"It's... fine." No, no it wasn't. Giyuu was flushed at their physical contact, never having been so close to someone like this in a long time. He was suddenly grateful for the darkness and he shut his eyes tightly, trying to breathe out the red hue framing his cheeks.

"Ehm... how do we move out of this position?" Kyojuro asked uncertainly. 

"I... don't know," Giyuu mumbled. 

"Okay... Okay, how about we try to sit down? Then maybe we can make sense of everything. I'm starting to see better now," Kyojuro said, nodding to himself though Giyuu only new that for the sound of fabric moving.

"Mm...'kay." 

They descended upon the ground (that sounds... goofy in this context) ever so slowly, seperating from the support of the wall as they did so.

Then they sat quietly on the ground, their legs crossed against each other. Neither said anything for a minute, unsure if there even was anything to say. Giyuu was fighting to keep his breath as normal as it kept rising with his heartbeat with an uncomfortable feeling of... something he'd rather not acknowledge.

"I think I figured out how to get out," Kyojuro said, his voice oddly quieter. 

"Mm... How?" Giyuu asked, not sure if he even wanted to untangle himself.

"We have to uncross our legs in some ways. It's better to just do it, there's now real way to explain I suppose," he explained. He seemed to prop himself up, his legs brushing against Giyuu's. His hand slipped between their entangled limbs and, at the touch, Giyuu flinched.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, am I moving too much?" Kyojuro asked—totally not making the author struggle to not make this sound sexual as fuck.

"No..." Giyuu said, his voice tense. "It's fine, we're almost out."

"Right..." Kyojuro continued until he was free, his hand lightly hovering over Giyuu's thigh—somewhat unknowingly to himself—for a second as he pulled away.

It was silent again and Giyuu took this as a time to gather himself up; his thoughts and his heart. 

But then Kyojuro leaned closer, his hand lifting Giyuu's chin up to face him and the butterflies in Giyuu's stomach went berserk. 

"Are you alright, Tomioka? I could tell you appeared to be as if you'd run around the world a couple times," he asked, obvious concern lacing through his words.

You aren't making it better!! Giyuu thought furiously. He shook his head. "I'm fine... Don't worry about me, Rengoku."

"You sure? Your breathing is faster than per normal and your pulse..." Kyojuro trailed off, his hand brushing against Giyuu's neck. "-is also faster," he decided.

"I'm... you're just..." Giyuu hesitated. 

"I'm what?" Kyojuro asked, not moving from his position over Giyuu for reasons unknown to the both of them. 

"Too... close," Giyuu whispered, his face erupting more so at his own words.

"Oh. I'm sorry!!" Kyojuro said, skittering away. He pressed against the wall as if it would give them more room. 

The warmth of his hand on Giyuu's chin was gone and he let his head hang down against his chest, breathing slowly. "It's fine," he repeated. "I'm fine."

It was quiet, then, growing from an awkward silence to a deafening one, both Hashira shifting uncomfortably every now and then.

Kyojuro couldn't take it anymore, not used to the silence as much as Giyuu was, and said abruptly, "Is it love?"

"What?" Giyuu asked, startled. His finally calmed pulse quickened again and he cursed himself at his stupidity. 

"What Kocho said... Four letter word, starts with an L, ends with an E, an emotion or feeling... we both feel," Kyojuro said, his voice faltering at the end. "I... I can't speak for you, but I certainly feel, what I presume is love, for you, Tomioka. I didn't think it would be this... because you seemed to bored with my talking. Your responses were short and often not much to show you gave care to what I said. But you... just now, you said... you said you were like that because I was close. Other times... other times I've noticed other people or Hashira around you, in similar proximity although not situation... You never reacted with much but annoyance for them. I... I'm sorry, this is just me thinking out loud, pay no mind to it, Tomioka," he rambled.

Then the silence was back. 

But only for a minute.

"I'm going to fucking regret this," Giyuu started, making Kyojuro look up in surprise. He'd not expected a response. Neither of them had. "Rengoku, that might be it. What you said about the... word. If it's true on your side as... as well, then it is most likely the correct answer." He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall. "I said I admired your talkativeness earlier. That was only half the truth. I admire you as a whole, as a Hashira and a person and... a friend. I couldn't imagine the Hashira being whole without you—I couldn't imagine myself without you. I don't understand why; I barely speak to you. But it is what it is and... it's true."

He stopped, then, feeling he'd spoken way too much. Said way too much and Kyojuro would get disgusted and burst out the door and tell everyone what a weird person Giyuu was and-

"Tomioka, can you open your eyes?" Kyojuro asked.

"...how do you know they're closed?" Giyuu said quietly. "I thought you couldn't see."

"I got used to the dark," he said, waving off the question. 

"Oh."

Giyuu opened his eyes, blinking several times. Kyojuro was standing now—when had that happened?—and he held out a hand to Giyuu.

He took is and then they were both standing, their eyes locked to one anothers.

"Tomioka, I find such affection for you inside me when I see you, or even think of you," Kyojuo said, his hand entwined against Giyuu's. 

"But why?"

"Why? Is that a trick question? As you said about myself—which I feel is quite rude of me to not say anything to so I will tell you now that what you said just made me the happiest man to exist—I admire you greatly. And I feel that you are one of the most amazing people in my life. One of the people who have made me open my eyes widely and wish I could take you in whole, keep you for myself, no matter how selfish it may be." Kyojuro paused then, averting his eyes. "I never made a move for fear you weren't... into men. Into me, specifically. And I'm still unsure of it. I'm unsure if all what you said came solely from the kindness in your heart and you're simply wanting me to be happy. Or to stop pushing. So if it is that, please stop me. Stop me before I do anything you'll hate me for. That I'll regret."

He got nothing in response, no movement, no words, just... silence.

He looked up and was met with Giyuu's eyes, shining somehow, despite the lack of light. 

Once their eyes met, Giyuu spoke, his voice insistant and almost commanding. "Rengoku... I don't think anything you could do would make me hate you. In fact, if you will go and say all of that, I'm going to put up the same rules. I want to do something right now and... and if I go too far, please push me away. Just... be as harsh as you want, if I'm reading everything wrong that's my fault and I must take the blame."

"Wha-?" Kyojuro started, but lips were pressed against his and his eyes widened. For a moment, he couldn't think, he didn't know what to do. But then he kissed back, his sturdy arms wrapping around Giyuu's waist, almost as if he'd expected it. 

Hashira... are quick to react, quick to focus on what's happening in whatever situation, quick to adapt. 

But they were trained to be like this in fighting. They were trained to be like this while threatened by life or death situations and an art of something magical in such a bad way, forming dangerous days and death right around the corner. They weren't trained for relationships in any way. Nobody ever said how difficult it could be to understand the emotions and feelings of a human being. Nobody ever warned them about... this.

And yet you must collect yourself as you were taught. You must take on the situation, analyze it or just dive straight in. Don't think too much about it, just do it and survive. Even if the situation isn't the dire from the outside, once you're in it... how would you react?

They pulled apart, their lungs aching for air, their face flushed with other than embarrassment. 

Love

It was the answer to the most obvious question ever, wasn't it?

And yet neither had grasped it, not because they were stupid but because they didn't believe it. 

But it was true. It was very much true.

Giyuu... smiled, then. A tentative, hesitant, unsure smile. But a smile all the same. 

And it was bright. And beautiful. And it lit up the whole closet.

Wait, it lit up-

Shinobu's face popped up in their vision and the two Hashira blinked furiously, trying to get used to the light that spilled into the closed space. 

"Why hello you two gay shits. Looks like you've figured everything out? I'll let you out now. I don't want you fucking in my house," she said, herding them out of the closet. "Go back to your rooms. I'll let you two out of here tomorrow because I'm worried what you two might do if I let you out before you think things out more."

Giyuu and Kyojuro stumbled out, less so from the light and more so from embarrassment. 

As Shinobu left, trusting them to know their way back, Kyojuro turned to Giyuu.

"Tomioka!"

"Hm?"

"Tomorrow, after she lets us leave, do you want to go out for lunch?" Kyojuro asked, sounding more nervous than usual.

"I... would love that," Giyuu mumbled, his hands on his cheeks in attempts to cool them down.

Kyojuro smiled, recieving a small smile in return. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

{Word count: 2568}

This was longer than I'd anticipated!! 

and it was cute!! Yayy!!

...nd my mom is forcing me to eat lunch 

please tell me you weren't expecting anything else bc of the name HELP

#kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #rengiyuu #rengoku x tomioka #rengoku kyojuro #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #gay #ships #ds #muahahahahah #fluffyness #silly fluff #mwah #the cuties #i love them sm

[chelseeebe]

right away, mr. harrington.

summary: an illicit affair with your boss steve harrington can only end one way, heartbreak. c/w: so steve is like 39 in this and reader is around 24, i didn't wanna write r any younger but also think this age gap is still a bit dodge. there's also rough sex and like he's a bit of an asshole honestly. modern! au. also i guess plussize!reader but it's like a sentence of description so i don't wanna tag it as that. so i actually LOVED writing this like a lot so i hope you enjoy <3

‘no, i really am going to end it this time, tomorrow in fact,’ you take a sip from the wine glass, looking up at your roommate.

‘do what you want darling, i know if a man like that was interested in me, i’d do the same damn thing,’ emma snorts, unscrewing the wine lid and filling both of your glasses.

‘i know, but i feel bad.. nancy is a lovely woman, it’s not fair,’ you respond. the thing is, at first it was just mindless, admittedly amazing, sex but the more time you’d spent with him, the more you’d begun actually having feelings for him.

it hurt more because nancy really was a nice person, she’d always bake little treats for the office, bringing them in with a smile. and she was always polite to you, complimenting your new shoes and your nice new skirt that steve had actually bought you.

it was strange really, because you and nancy couldn’t have been more different. you were more.. round. you had thick thighs, wide hips and carried a lil’ bit of extra weight around your stomach. whereas she was petite and slender. you were loud mouthed and cocky, whilst she seemed much more reserved and honestly a little shy.

‘she probably knows, don’t all big bosses fuck their assistants?’ she chortles.

‘i’m not his assistant, i’m in admin,’ you sarcastically quip back. realistically you were a glorified receptionist, but telling people that you worked in admin for the harrington law firm made you look miles better.

‘of course, pardon me for the mistake,’ she raises her eyebrow.

you hadn’t meant to start an affair with steve, really. you’d stayed late at the office one night, trying to finish the monthly report before monday, steve was in his office tapping away at his computer, quite frankly you hadn’t even noticed.

you were swearing under your breath trying to get the photocopier to cooperate when he swings his office door open, ‘giving ya’ trouble?’

‘shit!’ you clutch your chest, realising who you’d just sworn at, ‘oh my god, sorry! i didn’t realise you were still here!’

he chuckles moving to stand next to you, he clicks one of the buttons and it clunks and starts printing.

‘easy, the trick is to not get angry at it and it’ll listen,’ he smiles down at you. you notice how he’d loosened his tie, his hair messy from running his hands through it.

‘ahh, should’ve known.. thank you,’ you grin back, you rarely saw your boss, he was far too busy to socialise with his workers.

‘uhh..’ he sighs, slapping his forehead sarcastically, ‘forgive me, what was your name?’

you giggle, ‘y/n, i’m in admin,’ gosh you’d never noticed just how attractive mr. harrington really was.

‘right right, i remember now.. how come you’re still here?’ his arm brushes against yours making your whole body shiver.

‘i had to get this stupid report done before monday, thought i’d better stay.’

‘hard worker.. i like it, is it finished?’

‘it is now, thanks to you,’ you grin, collecting the papers from the machine.

‘come and join me for a drink in my office, celebrate your hard work?’ he touches your arm briefly.

‘ahh i shouldn’t.. i still need to staple them and-,’

‘i have a stapler in my office,’ raising his eyebrows.

‘okay..’ you concede, following him into his office.

he’d only had some very expensive whisky but you put up with the burn and sat and drank it with him for hours.

and then somehow you’re on the edge of his desk, legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you, hands gripping onto the fat of your hips.

you limped out of the office, arriving home in the early hours of the morning, much later than you’d intended.

from that night on, you and steve had started the affair. it began with late nights in his office, slowly moving to secret meetings at hotels and then now, staying at his house when nancy was away communicating through the second phone he’d bought especially for you.

the day after the not so helpful conversation with emma, you strut into the office, prepared to end things once and for all.

you were wearing the tiny black skirt he’d bought for you, perhaps subconsciously, knowing that he’d be salivating as soon as you walked into his office.

it’s nearly the end of the day before you get the guts to walk in there, lightly wrapping your knuckles on his door.

there’s an exaggerated gag from behind you, you spin to see one of the guys from accounts jerking his hand in a mock blowjob. you roll your eyes, it wasn’t a secret that people in the office were speculating about you. noticing the trips to his office and how you’d both mysteriously appeared from the bathroom at the christmas party, hair messed up and a trace of red lipstick on his collar.

it was all the more annoying because steve actually wasn’t doing anything for you at work. you’d explicitly told him to keep it all seperate. you didn’t want promotions handed to you. any and everything you’d earned was all you.

‘come in,’ he calls and you oblige, shutting the door firmly behind you.

he snaps the lid of his laptop shut, looking up at you and then down to the short skirt, his signature smirk creeping to his face.

‘it’s you,’ he breathes, pushing his chair back from his desk and standing.

‘what’re you hiding? don’t tell me you’re having an affair?’ you feign shock, walking over to his desk. you hated the effect he had on you, before you’d come in here you were so ready to shut him down and now you were crumbling at the sight of him.

‘ahh, you caught me,’ he holds his hands up as you walk over to him.

‘well i hope she’s not prettier than me,’ you pout, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you into him.

‘that’d be a tough one,’ he smirks.

you bite your lip, your cheeks flushing with heat at his words, ‘really, what are you hiding?’

‘well.. it was supposed to be a surprise buut since you’re here…’ he pulls away, lifting the laptop screen to show the conformation screen for a very, very fancy hotel.

you lean in to look at the screen, ‘what..? what’s that for?’

‘for this weekend, nancy’s away at some conference until monday so i’m all yours,’ he turns to you, smiling.

‘oh.. okay,’ you try not to sound unappreciative but he had just knocked your plans right off course. this wasn’t helping you in trying to convince yourself you weren’t hopelessly in love with your married boss.

‘oh.. not a good idea then,’ he sits back on the chair, a slight frown on his face.

‘no.. no, it’s great, i just didn’t expect it at all,’ you wrap your arms around his neck, perching on his lap.

how could you ever end things with him? he’s the first man to ever think about you so deeply and sincerely. even if it was only when nancy was away.

‘really? you didn’t seem too happy..’ his arms wrap around your waist, the frown still apparent on his face.

‘i am, really steve, thank you,’ planting a small kiss to his nose before you press your forehead to his.

he finally smiles, ‘you deserve it.. we’re going tonight, i’ll pick you up at seven, pack for the whole weekend we’re back sunday night.’

‘okay, exciting.. are we-,’ you’re cut off by a knock at his door, jumping up from his lap and practically sprinting to the other side of the desk.

he clears his throat, spinning to sit correctly at his desk, ‘come in.’

carol, his very lovely but elderly assistant walks into the room. you were sure he’d only hired her to keep nancy off his trail.

‘i’ll get on that right away mr. harrington,’ you smile at him and use the interruption to slip out of the room.

you sit back at your desk, a collection of eager eyes on you.

you pull out your phone to text emma,

‘i’ll be back sometime sunday lol’

she pings back almost immediately,

‘didn’t go well then?’

‘of course not’

‘i think i’m actually in love with him em.. this is not good’

you place your phone back on your desk, attempting to get back to work.

-

the hotel room is huge.

decked head to toe with candles and bouquets of flowers.

‘oh my god,’ you drop your bag onto the velvet chair, taking in the magnificent room.

‘your favourites,’ he nods over to the vases full of sunflowers adorning the sides.

‘oh, thank you.. thank you,’ you snake your arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

he walks you backwards towards the bed, your knees buckling as they hit the edge and you fall back onto the soft mattress, his body now on top of yours.

his hands wander down to your thighs, creeping up your skirt.

you take his bottom lip between your teeth as his thumb begins to circle your clit above your underwear.

quickly letting go as he presses harder, causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers hook onto the lacy hem of your panties, yanking them down to your thighs.

‘mmm, i love these ones,’ he looks down between your bodies, his thumb returning to its previous position, circling faster.

‘fuck steve,’ your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of his fingers sliding into you.

‘so wet for me already, baby,’ he growls, nipping at your neck.

you moan in response, tugging at his blazer hinting for him to remove it.

your stomach tightens, his fingers dangerously close to sending you over the edge. he can tell as the grip on his arm tightens, your chest heaving up and down.

‘yeah? you gonna cum for me baby,’ he groans, eyes firmly on you as you cry out at your orgasm. legs shaking as steve removes his fingers, smirking down at you.

he was, genuinely, the first man to care about making you cum before he did. not only that, but he was so good at it. he was proud of the fact that he could have you writhing underneath him in five minutes.

‘jesus,’ you pant, looking up at him.

‘not sure he was responsible for that one, darling,’ he retorts, going to stand from the bed.

you grab his hand, taking the two fingers that had just been inside of you and wrapping your lips around them, looking at him through your eyelashes.

he inhales sharply, ‘you drive me crazy..’ his thumb strokes your cheek, before sliding his fingers out, a low moan rumbling from his throat.

‘c’mon.. what about you, mr. harrington? i wanna make you feel good,’ you mew, lightly placing your foot on his crotch and sliding it down ever so slowly.

you can hear his breath hitch in his throat, ‘we have dinner in an hour..’

‘i’ll be quick.. promise,’ you flip onto your knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. unbuckling his belt and sliding his tailored pants down. he shrugs his blazer off, now stood in his tight, white button-up shirt. it fit perfectly, highlighting his defined biceps.

‘so hard for me already?’ you run your hand over his bulge, mocking his words from earlier.

‘baby please, i’m begging you..’ he pants, his hand running through his hair.

‘hmmm, i like the sound of that,’ you tug his boxer shorts down, his erection springing up, tip already leaking pre-cum.

the size of him still genuinely shocked you. the first few times you fucked, you had to get accustomed to his length, unsure if it was going to tear you in two.

you spit into your hand and take his cock into your grasp, pumping your hand up and down. his knees almost giving way as you fasten the pace.

‘fucking hell,’ he grunts, his long fingers curling into your hair.

you crawl forward, taking his cock into your mouth, beginning to bob your head up and down.

low moans fall from his lips as he twists your hair into a make-shift ponytail, yanking on it as his dick hits the back of your throat.

your hands grab onto his hips as he begins to thrust into your mouth, gagging at the feeling of his cock repeatedly slamming your throat.

you look up at him, his dark eyes already staring down at you. the eye contact makes him fall apart, your name tumbling from his lips as you can feel his cock twitch in your throat.

he gives one last thrust as he cums into your mouth, ‘holy fuck,’ he says breathlessly, pulling away from you.

you swallow the liquid and wipe your mouth, sitting back on the bed.

‘i don’t think i can go to dinner like this,’ you laugh, your mascara now smudged and the nude lipstick you’d chosen now anywhere but your lips.

‘you look perfect to me,’ he leans down, kissing your swollen lips, ‘we do actually have to go though.’

-

you wake up to an empty bed and hushed arguing in the next room.

‘i told you.. well i can't.. i don't think you're listening..’ you can only hear snippets of the conversation but you can tell steve is annoyed.

5:24am

the clock reads and you sigh, it could be one of two things: nancy or work, honestly the thought of either was annoying.

he climbs back into bed, almost an hour later, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing himself against your back.

‘who was that?’ you mumble, voice full of sleep.

‘oh, it’s just work.. needed me to sign off on some things,’ he says, hiding his face in your neck.

‘you sounded angry,’ you note.

he combs your hair with his fingers, exposing the back of your neck and planting light kisses to the skin.

‘i was, it’s five am on a saturday, i don’t want to be woken up because idiots can’t do their job,’ he mutters into your neck.

from the conversation you could hear, that was evidently not work, in fact you’d literally heard him hiss nancy’s name down the phone multiple times.

but it’s far easier to just ignore, rather than argue about why his wife was calling so early and why he was so angry about it.

‘okay,’ you wriggle around to face him, slinging your leg over his, intertwining them.

‘it’s too early to be awake.. go back to sleep baby,’ he tilts his head down to place a kiss to your forehead.

your heart skips a beat at the intimacy and you’re so nearly tempted to just blurt out that you actually think you’re in love with him. but you bite your tongue, not wanting to ruin the weekend.

-

you’re sat opposite steve in some incredibly fancy restaurant when he slides a thin box across the table.

you look at him, puzzled, ‘what’s that?’

‘just open it,’ he sits back in his chair, smiling.

you take the lid off slowly revealing a stunning diamond encrusted bracelet.

'steve.. no, i can't accept this..' you slide the box back over to him.

he takes the box, carefully taking the bracelet out of it and grabbing your wrist, he clasps the bracelet and places your hand back on your lap.

you admire the glistening jewellery now adorning your wrist, 'you really didn't have to,' you beam back at him.

'but i wanted to, i'm glad you like it,' he takes a swig of wine, gazing over at you.

'thank you, i love it,' you lean across the table, placing a light kiss to his lips.

'good,' he smiles against your lips, as you sit back in your chair.

you look around the busy restaurant, 'you look like my sugar daddy, you know,' giggling.

he groans, 'god, i don't look that old, do i?'

you jut out your bottom lip sarcastically, 'ooh, i'd say.. 48.. on a good day.'

'wow.. i think i've still got the receipt for that bracelet,' he remarks.

you reach over and take his hand, 'no, you look great for your age, though i can see some greys peaking through,' you laugh.

he shakes his head in response, a slight smile on his lips. your humour was lost on him, though you'd tried to get him to understand some of your jokes and references, it was useless. he'd actually asked you to help him set up an instagram account, so he could 'be friends with you' on there.

you intertwine your fingers, 'no, you really do look great.'

'i know,' he winks and you roll your eyes at the sheer cockiness.

the waitress walks over with plates of foods, noticing his ringed finger intertwined with yours. you catch the slight frown she flashes you and drop his hand, a sudden wave of guilt flashing over you.

_

emma notices the new bit of bling straight away, gushing at your new present.

'i'm gonna assume it's not ending anytime soon then?' she asks, admiring your wrist.

you groan as your palm hits your forehead, 'i don't know.. nancy called him when we were away.. he told me it was work but i'm not stupid.. anyway, i've never heard him so angry.. it was weird,' you shake your head, looking to your roommate for advice.

'hmm.. that is weird.. maybe she found something? like the receipt to that bracelet.. i know i'd be angry as shit if i found that without the bracelet..' she suggests, finally giving letting go of your arm.

'i dunno.. he said she was away this weekend.. some conference or something, so surely she wasn't home to find it?'

'oh, well.. i actually have no explanation for that.. just ask him, what's the worst that could happen?'

you think back to the time you'd made an off-the-cuff joke about nancy's name on his phone and how he immediately went into a foul mood, 'why are you bringing her up? i'm here with you, okay? we don't need to talk about my wife.'

though, he did occasionally use you as someone to rant to about her, telling you about how loveless his marriage was, how she barely even looked at him anymore and how really he was just looking for the right time to divorce her. you knew to keep your mouth shut and just listen because as soon as you'd ask a follow-up question about her, he'd shut his mouth.

'god no.. we don't talk about her.. i'm sure it was nothing.. if it was that bad he woulda gone home, right?'

'yeah.. exactly, don't stress about it.. not with that on your wrist,' she chuckles. she didn't exactly help, only appeasing your delusions but you still appreciated her words of not-so-much wisdom nonetheless.

_

you fluff your hair up, making sure the curls sat perfectly before smoothing out your floor length gown and heading out to the taxi steve had booked you outside.

you'd attended a handful of the business dinners with steve before, the general consensus you'd gathered were that the women that accompanied these men were girlfriends, rather than wives. every single suited man sat around your table had a gorgeous, younger woman on their arm and a wedding band on their fourth finger. you included.

it was also incredibly evident that although these men had girlfriends, none of you had boyfriends.

this dinner was different, half of the team were going to be there so you and steve had to be totally unconcerned with each other. he'd booked a room for you both at the hotel after you'd pretend to try and find a cab with your colleagues.

you walk into the large hall, alongside a few of the people from the office.

you spot steve, dressed to the nines not that he ever didn't make an effort. and then you see nancy stood beside him, wearing a pale pink gown. the exact shade steve had previously convinced you not to buy as it was 'boring'.

you're slightly taken aback as she never usually attended these things, but you brush it off, sitting down where your placeholder inked your name. conveniently your seat was opposite steve at the large round table. he'd surely been responsible for the placing.

the night trundles on, many large glasses of white wine consumed. you pick up on the fact nancy is on the water, so vehemently shutting down any offers of wine.

'i love your bracelet, y/n.. it's gorgeous,' carol states taking your wrist into her hand.

'i know, my daddy bought it for me, a congratulations present,' you smile.

steve chokes on the wine in his mouth, causing a clatter of plates and cutlery as everyone's eyes land on him.

'excuse me, must've gone down the wrong hole,' he shoots you an irked look which you brush off, downing another glass of wine.

you're positively tipsy when nancy stands from the table, nudging steve to stand next to her, she clears her throat, 'steve and i wanted to make a little announcement.. we're pregnant!'

your heart drops. you'd known from the second you noticed she wasn't drinking. the fact she was even in attendance should've been a tell tale sign.

you press your lips together in a forced smile, eyes planted on nancy, rather than the massive dickhead stood next to her. you didn't hate her, how could you? she'd done nothing wrong.

you join in on the applause, even going up to congratulate her still choosing to ignore steve.

the rest of the night goes by in a blur, nancy leaves at some point or another, coming up to hug you goodbye, her kindness making your stomach turn.

your other phone buzzes at the end of the night as you stand besides your colleagues waiting for a cab. you'd intended to just hop in and go home, leaving steve on his own in the overpriced hotel room.

'where are you? there's a key under your name at the desk'

you swallow, making up some pathetic excuse to go back inside the hotel to your colleagues. they flash a few knowing looks to each other before saying goodbye as you stumble up the stone steps and into the reception.

'uhh.. y/n y/l/n.. there should be a key..?' you question the polite lady at the front desk.

she hands you a plastic keycard, 'yes, room 906.. have a nice evening,' she smiles at you.

you're on a mission to get to steve, the anger unfolding in your stomach as you press the elevator button. it dings on the ninth floor and you step out, unlocking the sixth door.

steve is stood at the desk, pouring two glasses of wine as you walk in.

he can tell instantly that you're angry, in fact you were positively furious.

'are you joking? she's fucking pregnant, steve! did you not think to let me know?' you screech, throwing your bag down and storming over to his position.

he raises his hands in defeat, 'i was going to tell you.. i promise, she just sprung it on me saying she was going to do it tonight.. i had no choice,' he's so calm with his words, you almost believe him.

'hah, get fucked.. you've known for god knows how long and not told me, you expect me to believe you?' you spit at him, jabbing a finger into his chest.

'yes, because it's the truth.. why would i ever choose to announce such news here? especially to you.. you mean much more to me than that.'

'do you seriously think this can continue? she's pregnant, for fuck's sake,' you stare daggers into him, wishing you weren't so hopelessly in love with the caramel eyes that stared back.

'why not? it wasn't a problem when she wasn't pregnant.. now you want to take the moral high ground? it's far too late for that,' his jaw is tense.

'it's different! and you know that!' you jab his chest against as his hand grabs your wrist, constraining you.

'why'd you come here then? you could've gone home, hell i'll book you a cab right now, if it's what you want,' the side of his mouth ever so curls up into a slight smirk. already knowing your answer.

'i came up here to tell you to get fucked,' ignoring his offer for a cab.

'okay, you've done that.. you're still here,' he cocks his head to the side slightly.

'get fucked.'

his lips crash onto yours, your arm snakes around his neck as you kiss him back, eyes squeezed shut.

you yank at the back of his hair, the kiss desperate and full of breathless moans as he presses you back against the desk. much like the night that had started this whole affair.

he pulls away, spinning your body round and holding onto the back of your neck, bending you over the desk.

his fingers unzip your dress, sliding it down your body as his large hands slide up your thighs, settling on your waist.

you hold your weight up on the desk, feeling his already erect cock pressing against you. he takes your wrists in his hand, practically slamming the side of your face down against the wood.

you groan in response, he unknots his tie and wraps it around your wrists and tying it in a tight knot.

he rips your panties off with such force they sting your thigh, causing you to inhale sharply.

'are you gonna take my cock? huh? you gonna be a good girl?' he puts his hand on the side of your face, pressing you down onto the desk.

you nod under his palm, 'c'mon i wanna hear your words, baby.'

'y-yes,' you manage to mumble out, he slaps his cock on your slick entrance. it pained you to say it but this was turning you on ridiculously, he was rarely this dominant with you.

'good,' he thrusts into you with no warning, grabbing onto the tie around wrists, holding them tight behind your back.

you gasp as he continues to pound into you, steve pulls your body up towards his your back flush against his chest, he growls into your ear, 'you're such a good girl.. much better when your pretty little mouth is moaning for me.'

his hand creeps around your neck, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, unintelligible moans tumble out of your lips as his pace quickens, slamming into you with his fingers squeezing your neck.

his thrusts falter as he grumbles into your ear, 'fuck,' you can feel him shudder behind you, filling you up.

steve pulls out, standing back just watching you in the precarious position.

'you're cute when you're angry but i prefer you like this, i might just have to leave you like this,' he smirks, pulling his boxers back up around his waist.

'please, untie me,' you bargain, attempting to wriggle free but it was useless.

'only because you said please,' he unties the knot, freeing your wrists as he stands right behind you.

'have you got something i can wear?' you turn to look at him, admiring his sweaty chest, heaving up and down.

'in my bag,' he grabs your arm, pulling you back to him, 'you're staying here?'

you nod, pulling away and walking over to the brown leather bag on the bag, finding a black t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, slipping them on.

he walks over to the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, ‘i knew you would, though i will say i did enjoy your little performance earlier.’

you roll your eyes, ‘it wasn’t a performance, i’m still angry with you.’

‘hmm, thought i might’ve fucked it out of you, but clearly not,’ he chuckles and you almost melt at the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back.

‘i’m tired, i’ve got no energy to fight with you again,’ you sigh.

he leans down, kissing the back of your neck before removing his arms, ‘thank god for that, not sure my back would last another round like that.’

you slide into the big bed, pulling the covers around your shoulders. you really should’ve just gone home, but the thought of having to get a cab after all of that was too much.

quite honestly, you knew this would be your last night with steve. there was no way you could continue the relationship knowing nancy was at home pregnant with his child. it wasn’t necessarily the thought of her being pregnant either, but the fact that he loved her, and not you.

he climbs into bed next to you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. you snuggle into his chest, exhaling as you lay your head on his shoulder. slowly drifting off to sleep.

-

you wake up to the sunrise, creeping in through the drawn curtains.

6:34am your phone reads.

you sigh, carefully sliding out of the bed, as to not wake the snoring steve next to you.

not intending to still be here when he awoke.

you slip on the dress you’d worn last night, over his black tee, deciding it was only fair that you also took his suit jacket, for your modesty.

taking the other phone he’d given to you and leaving it alongside the bracelet he’d most recently gifted, on the bed.

you can’t help but steal a quick glance of him, the last time you’d see him in such a peaceful state.

picking up the uncomfortable heels you’d worn last night and creeping out of the hotel before he had the opportunity to sweet talk you into continuing the affair.

-

monday morning is dire in the office. you hadn’t spoken to steve since friday evening. even though he’d tried. even breaking the number one rule he’d set out for you: don’t use his personal number for anything.

you’d received a text in the middle of saturday morning,

‘please call me, it’s urgent.’

smart man, knowing that he could so easily play it off as some work emergency. you ignored of course. too busy sobbing into emma’s arms to care.

you pull open the top drawer of your desk, and there lies the phone you’d left in the hotel, right next to the glimmering bracelet.

there was already a text message on the phone screen,

‘come to my office as soon as you see this.’

you choose to ignore once again, closing the drawer and continuing with the work on your screen.

what you couldn’t see was steve getting agitated in his office, surely you had seen the message by now?

there’s an hour until the end of the day when carol trundles over to your desk, ‘mr. harrington has requested you in his office.’

you sigh, standing from your chair and strutting over to his door. three knocks on the wood before he tells you to enter, and you do, closing the door behind you.

‘what the fuck are you playing at?’

‘what?’

‘you know exactly what.. you didn’t get my messages?’

‘no i did,’ you stare at him as steps forward towards you.

‘you didn’t think to reply? you left in the middle of the night, you could’ve been dead for all i knew,’ he snaps.

‘well i’m not, i thought you would’ve taken the hint and realised i don’t want to speak to you,’ you shuffle backwards as he gets closer.

'i don't understand, i thought we sorted this mess out at the hotel? now what? you don't want to do this anymore?' he tilts his head slightly, staring at you.

'yes, exactly that,' you nod, crossing your arms over your chest.

'well.. that's your choice, but i am telling you now that nothing between us will change.. there's no reason to end this now,' he moves closer, now only mere inches away from you.

'i can't steve, i won't do it anymore..' a tear slides down your cheek, quick to wipe it away, 'you know.. very well that i love you.. i can't watch you have a kid with her while i feel like this,' you're crying now, attempting to speak through the sobs.

'you know how i feel about you..' he cups your face in his hands, but you pull back, jerking your face away.

'say it then.'

'i- wel..' he fumbles over himself, unable to speak the words you were so desperate to hear.

you can't help but smile, despite your bottom lip quivering, a sob threatening to erupt.

'look.. i- it's just difficult-,' he stammers.

you walk over to the door, back facing him, as he grits his teeth, irritated at how quickly you were willing to leave this.

'i'll.. uh, i'll get you transferred to our brooklyn office.. i think you'll be very happy there.'

you scoff and walk out of his office for the last time, slamming the door behind you. you can feel the collective stare from the office as you walk to the bathroom, tears streaming down your cheeks.

and you truly realise, girls like you weren’t ever supposed to be like nancy. you were forever going to be a girlfriend. or the other woman, not good enough for pole position but always, always good enough to hang off of their arm as eye candy. steve could move you to another office, out of sight out of mind, right?

but another you would come along just as fast as you had, stealing pathetic glances across the office, sly touches in the staff room, the gifts and then it’d all get too much. wives get suspicious and she’d be shipped off just as quick as you were.

you're sat in a cubicle crying quietly when you can hear the bathroom door open.

'y/n..?' there's a light knock to the door, 'can i come in?' you click the lock, allowing her to come in.

it's carol, steve's sweet little assistant walks in and bends down to your level.

you furrow your brows in confusion but she looks softly back at you, a slight frown on her face.

'i don't know... exactly.. what's been going on.. but, i do know that you are far too good for that man, men like him.. they get off on ruining young girls,' she wipes your cheek with her thumb, 'but you.. you're not going to let him ruin you, okay?'

you sniffle, looking up at her with a small smile, 'okay..'

'you walk out of here with your head held high and you forget all about him,' she puts her hands on your shoulders, rubbing slightly.

what you didn't know was that you weren't the first young girl to leave this office because of him and you most certainly wouldn't be the last. she'd bore witness to girls full of ambition joining the office to end up with a head crammed with dreams about their relationship with steve. only to end up the exact same way as you, hopelessly in love with a married man.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #stranger things smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x you #steve harrington one shot

[animatedrapture]

"Yer a whole fuckin' asshole and a half, yeah? What the fuck did ya do?"

Suna's voice is groggy. His throat is dry, maybe it's from the night he had, maybe even his body is tired of it all. "Too fucking early for this, Miya. What're you talkin' about?"

"Kana? You kissed Kana when YN was waiting on ya." Even through the phone, Suna can hear it: the seethe in Atsumu's voice, one he knows all too well when something so personal ticks him off. He's hissing out the words, like Kana's name, like it's venomous even to say it.

"I didn't. The fuck are you talking about, you dumbass? Quit running your mouth ‘bout shit you don't know, yeah?"

"Oh yeah? What's that picture all over Twitter then? And then to drop YN after that without explanation. Bro, that's fucking low—"

"Jesus christ—listen, stay out of—"

"Nah, you listen Sunarin. We thought you'd be good to YN, that's why we let ya be. But yer dumber than I ever been for doin' that to YN. Jus' cause Kana's your bestfriend doesn't mean she decides everythin' for ya. Grow a fuckin' pair."

Then there's loud beeping that nearly deafens Suna—it really is too fucking early for this—for anything, in fact.

Suna feels his stomach flipping, over and over, churning in the worst way possible. He swipes open his notifications and the first thing that greets him in bold, capital letters are headlines.

But his phone chimes again, and again, and again, the sound feels like dread filling him up with each one.

He sits up on the couch. His body hurts and he isn't sure if it's because he stayed there, refusing to be in the same room as Kana—sleeping in his room as if everything would be okay between them somehow—or if it's all mental.

Headlines officially confirming his "committed relationship" with Kana.

And a stolen picture of his lips on her—well, truly, her lips on his. Posted last night, at eleven while he was busy trying to make it up to the bestfriend he'd almost let something bad happen to.

Posted last night, when you were alone and finally decided you'd never mean to him as much Kana does.

Only, that's where you were wrong. But you didn't know that.

It's no wonder you've given up, looking back at everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. Where things stand, even after all that's said and done, Suna has never felt more lost.

To make things more suffocating for him, Kana's still in the apartment with him. 

But right there, he realizes something has to finally change.

Except Suna is met with the fact that you're gone—truly gone from him this time. He dials your number, searches you up, and in a final attempt, tries to message you.

You have him blocked. Everywhere.

Suna understands you should hate him by now, even more when he's bothering you after letting you go the way you wanted him, maybe now—even more as he picks up Kana's phone on the living room table because he just has to call you. Even if it meant using the phone of the exact reason you and him were an impossible thing now.

In another universe, Suna would call you, even if it meant it would be through Kana's phone, even if you'd hate his guts for it.

Even if he shouldn't.

Suna doesn't, though. In fact, Suna can't. Because as Kana's phone clicks unlocked—it's your name and a string of messages from Kana.

In his living room, broken from losing you, Suna couldn't even hear the sharp intake of breath he takes.

Something had to change—but he didn't think it would be so dire.

『 twenty-ninth / one: we were something 』

prev. | as friends | next: C29-2

notes:

— suna was TIRED as hecc so it ended up being that atsumu was calling him NONSTOP til he woke up :3

— i just realized this thing i've had ever since i stopped the smau was actually supposed to go first :3 MY BAD this is what happened literally just moments before the next chapter GOMENASAI OKAY

— hehehehe... my bad...

#suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #!! as friends

[pumpkinbirth]

Ooh, I'd love to see a heavily pregnant sub laboring for their dom, panting through contractions and tensing as their water breaks and their first baby begins to stretch them out, but still blushing hard and drooling desperately through it all, eager to please.

"Color?"

"Green, fuck, still green..."

I felt you stroke my cheek approvingly, and I writhed excitedly against my bonds again. Everything was going perfectly so far, just as we'd had planned for months now.

Once we'd confirmed that I really was in labor, you'd gotten to work on trussing me up nicely; my wrists cuffed above my head to the headboard and my knees kept apart by a spreader bar, to top it off you'd securely blindfolded me, making it so that I could focus even more on the pleasure and pain.

This also meant that I had no way of knowing what you would do next, which is why I let out a surprised yelp of delight as I felt you run something firm through my soaked folds, pressing the head of what I quickly identified as our favorite vibrator against my throbbing clit.

"Please, sir, pleasepleaseplease..." I begged mindlessly, rocking my hips as best I could. The weight of my belly, which seemed to have only increased since it had dropped hours ago, limited my mobility along with my bonds. You chuckled darkly, stilling your movements before carefully pushing the length of the vibrator inside me, and my cheeks flushed an even deeper pink as I could hear the wetness of it entering me.

"Now, what do we say?" you asked condescendingly, before using the small remote to turn it on, clicking through the first couple speeds quickly.

"O-ohhh!! Thank you, thank you s-so much, sir...!!" I mewled, shivering with delight as I felt my cunt clenching around the length of it, the vibrations nestled perfectly against my g-spot. To add to the intensity, I could feel another contraction coming, and I panted hotly as I felt the dull pain overtake me. It melded perfectly with the pleasure you were currently inflicting on me, and before it had the chance to fully dissipate, I found myself howling pathetically as I came.

"Good, pet, you're doing so good for me," I beamed at your praise, still panting hotly as the vibrator shifted into the next highest speed. Moaning loudly I threw my head back against the headboard, feeling an intense pressure beginning to build up inside me. It felt an awful lot like another orgasm, but also different somehow. I didn't have time to analyze it, though, as my belly tightened with a fresh contraction. Crying out pathetically, I let myself become totally lost in the sensations overwhelming my body, the pressure building, building, until--

pop!

The faint sound was accompanied by a torrent of clear fluid gushing between my legs, soaking the sheets beneath me and continuing to drip steadily from my pussy. We were both stunned into silence, until I let out a soft, shaky moan as I felt you ease the vibrator out of my cunt, another small gush of my waters following after it. Shutting it off, you gently pressed your fingers inside of me, eliciting a whine from me as you carefully felt deep inside. A pleased smile that I could not see spread across your face, and you made a sound of approval before slipping your fingers back out and starting to rub soft circles around my clit.

"You're so close, my pet, do you know that? So close to birthing for your master," you murmured darkly, and my heartbeat quickened at the thought. "Now, you are fully dilated, but you will not push until I say you can, understood?"

"Y-yes, s--IR!!" As if you'd timed it that way, I felt a new contraction mounting from within me. Now that my water had broken the pain was much more intense, but no matter how badly I wanted to give in, I wouldn't. You watched as I held my lower lip between my teeth, my poor body trembling as I kept myself in check for you, the tension visible across the span of my belly.

I couldn't even wrap my head around how much time had passed before the contraction finally let up, and when I felt your hand on my cheek again I nuzzled against it. A small reward, but not the one I sought.

That reward wouldn't come for a little while longer; two contractions came and went, but you still hadn't given me your permission. By now I was starting to wear down, cheeks flushed and mouth open, practically drooling as the intensity of not being able to fully give into my labor started to overwhelm me. Another contraction was already coming, and just when I thought I would break and beg for you to let me, I finally heard what I'd been hoping for:

"Push, my pet."

A relieve sob tore from my throat, and I did just as you said; tucking my chin tight against my chest as I finally bore down, wailing through the pain. Behind the blindfold my eyes snapped open, as I was caught off guard by the sensation of my cunt already parting to make way for our baby's head. Despite not being able to push until now, it had gradually been inching its way down purely from the force of the contractions, and only now that I was finally pushing could it make serious progress. Not about to let up, I kept pushing until the contraction had well and truly gone, and by then I'd gone from a small sliver to a full crown.

You continued to shower me with praises, one hand resting on my sweat-slicked belly while the other carefully felt the mass of our child's head keeping me open. When the next contraction came, you prompted me to keep pushing, both hands now dedicated to helping ease the baby out. Breathing steadily yet shakily, I obeyed, moaning through the pressure of the shoulders beginning to emerge. Stretched to my limit, I grunted loudly with relief as one shoulder finally slipped free, the other following soon after. In a sudden, hot rush, I felt another gush of my waters leaving me as I fully birthed the rest of our baby.

Once you'd made sure everything was fine, I blinked in the sudden light as you removed my blindfold, and I grinned brightly as I finally saw my baby.

#pumpkin answers #pumpkin writes #pregnancy kink #labor kink #birth kink #birth denial

[ifangirlalot]

hey!! I'd just like to say that I ADORE your theme and your writing. Could you maybe do a reader that performs a scene with Finn and it's triggering for her and Finn doesn't know because he thinks she's just improvising and he doesn't realize until after?? It's totally okay if you don't want to do this btw I just thought this would be cool lol

˗ˏˋ "𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃" 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

*~fluff!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: reader having a panic attack, finn unintentionally triggering [name]'s anxiety, accidentally not acknowledging and apologizing until later

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, hope it's good since this took me maybe fifteen minutes lmao.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

[Name]'s POV

Reading a romantic scene on the script is so much less nerve wracking than actually doing the scene. When I read that my character and Finn's would have to kiss, my belly fluttered with butterflies. Actually, I felt a little excited. But then, as the day we were meant to shoot the kiss scene, I got steadily more anxious until it was all I could think about.

I had liked Finn for a while, what if I fucked it up? What if he didn't like the kiss? Oh God, what if he doesn't want to and I have to kiss his stunt double and I somehow fuck that up too? I wasn't ready for this. But unfortunately, anxiety has this habit of speeding up time, so the day had arrived before I even blinked. The scene passed as it was meant to..

But then.. Oh God, Finn was leading in.

His soft red lips met mine and my entire body felt like he had ignited it. Like my lips were fire and his were gasoline. My ears were ringing and my heart was pounding against my eardrums. It felt like my body was disconnected from my mind and my lips had gained a mind of their own. My lips pressed against his and I shakily moved my hands to his shoulders.

His hand wandered up my thigh.

Oh god oh god oh god Finn this wasn't in the script why are you doing this oh god please don't do this don't do this don't do this...

My entire body froze, but Finn didn't seem to notice. He continued kissing me, his thumb brushing against my thigh while his other hand held my cheek. Meanwhile, I felt like I was short circuiting. Like I was just a shell. It took everything in me to keep myself from shaking.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Later on, I hesitantly knocked on Finn's trailer door. "Um.. Finn, can I.. talk to you, please?"

Finn smiled at me, which usually would have brushed away all the troubled thoughts I was experiencing, but not today. My body was still on edge from Finn's improv. I was shaking now, my face pale and my eyes twitching around the room. His smile quickly dropped when he saw my troubled expression.

"Hey.. [Name], you okay?" he asked, concerned, his dark eyebrows furrowing into a worried v.

"Um.. Finn, why didn't you tell me you were going off the script?" I whispered, not meeting his eyes. I looked down at the carpeted floor of his trailer, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, as though I were trying to keep myself from falling apart. "It.. just caught me off guard."

For a second, Finn was silent. I could almost hear the pieces clicking together in his head.

"Oh- fuck! Shit, I am so sorry, [Name]- I-I swear to god I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was going to make you uncomfortable! Jesus Christ-" He suddenly seemed stressed, his hands pushing into his hair back with his hands as he began to pace. "How did I not notice? I have anxiety, I should have realized! I should.. have.." Finn's words trailed off as he blew out a breath between puckered lips.

"Finn.. it.. it's okay.." I said quietly, hesitantly reaching out and grabbing his shoulders. Then I let my arms wrap around his torso, my head resting on his chest. He immediately relaxed and wrapped his arms around me with a sigh.

"I-I'm sorry, [Name]. No more improv unless we discuss it first, I promise."

#💭 ۫⠀IMAGINE.⠀୨୧⠀· ˚ #⊹ . FLUFF ۫ . #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard fluff #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard x you #finn wolfhard x y/n #stranger things #it chapter one #it chapter two #the goldfinch #the turning #ghostbusters afterlife #when you finish saving the world #mike wheeler #richie tozier #boris pavlikovsky #miles fairchild #trevor spengler #ziggy katz

[marsbar17]

Hi! So we both know Revenant would never admit feelings, but he'd show it in his own way. What about a thing where it finally clicks in the readers mind and confronts him about it :3

Honestly I had a lot of fun with this one. I hope you don't mind that I made it sort of unrequited, really depends on how you look at it though.

CONTAINS: Nothing nsfw, just some anger and yelling, and gun fights

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

Being in the presence of Revenant was always terrifying. You could practically feel murderous intent dripping off of his every word as he talked. He only helped people when it was beneficial to him, only saving people so they could have his back later on. So, you assumed you must be very helpful to him, and it terrified you. He always picked you back up, handed you shields and syringes, and pointed out ammo you could take. All so you could save his skin later on, right? It wasn't for your sake, surely. He must have some plan for you. Somehow, he would use you to better himself. Why else would he do it?

"There's light ammo here, come get it before you run out." Revenant grumbled, pointing it out before staying in the area while you came to get it. How did he know you only had 9 bullets left? You had no clue. Either way you were grateful for the loot, and told him so.

"Thanks, who knew you could be thoughtful for once."

"You can't survive without bullets, and I need a full team to win." Of course his answer was bitchy, what did you expect? For the Revenant to be nice one time in his life? Dream on.

It was duos, half the teams were gone, and the ring wasn't in your favor. Closing in 10 seconds and across the whole fucking map? Yeah, not in your favor in the slightest. You quickly topped up your r-99 and tucked the rest of the bullets in your backpack.

"It's time to go unless you wanna wake up in the medbay with 3rd degree burns." You said into the mic in your ear, and the only response from your teammate was grumpy mumbling before you saw him start the dash to the ring. Rolling your eyes, you slung your gun across your back and followed. The jog to the ring was long, and it gave you time to think. Too much time to think.

As your mind was occupied with thoughts of Revenant and what he could possibly want with you, you didn't process the gunshots slowly getting louder. Seems like a couple squads were fighting, right at the border of the ring. Great. You would've ran straight into the line of fire if a hand didn't grab your backpack and pull you into a building.

"Stop zoning out, you're gonna get yourself killed." The familiar voice of a murderous simulcran said behind you. He had pulled you into a small house, sitting you down on a box against the wall. He put his hands on your shoulder, cold, drawing you back to the present.

"I wasn't zoning out, I meant to do that." You crossed your arms, turning to look out a window at one of the teams crouched behind a wall. Your heart raced, fully realizing that if Revenant hadn't grabbed you you would've been dead within seconds of them spotting you.

Why? Obviously he wanted to keep you alive, but you thought the satisfaction of seeing you shot to pieces and being able to nag you about it later would've overshadowed that. No time to think, there were more footsteps approaching the house. You pulled out your r-99, but your sight was blocked by a big metal body.

"Rev!" You whisper shouted. "You're blocking my view!"

"I'm protecting you, dumbass." He whispered over his shoulder, raising his own flatline and aiming at the door. You were stuck, if you stood you'd be pressing against Revenants metal back, if you stayed sitting you'd have no line of sight of the enemy. Ah fuck it, you stayed sitting, but held your gun at the ready anyways.

Well you ended up dying anyways. Bangalore and Newcastle ended up barging in and annihilating Revenant before dealing with your now exposed form. Stupid soldier siblings. You woke up in the medbay, muscles aching but otherwise no injuries. By the door of the room stood Revenant, leaning against a wall. Closing the curtain around your bed, you changed out of the paper thin gown they gave everyone and into your casual clothes.

"Waiting for someone?" You asked, opening the curtain and walking towards the door.

"Waiting for you." There he goes again, with his caring words. You bet they meant nothing to him, he didnt know how weird it sounded.

"I already know I fucked it up for us, there's no need to yell at me." You walked past him, opening the door and stepping into the hallway. He followed, not walking beside you like a normal person but behind you by a few steps.

"I'm not here to yell at you."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you've got a fucking screw loose or something. You're being really weird, you help me out, you block me from gunfire, you show up not to yell at me? You’re acting like you actually fucking care about me... wait."

And then it hit you. You'd said it as a joke, but it was seeming more and more like the truth. Surely not though. That was just the part of your brain that saw him as a human, right? He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He can't care. It's not what he does. He doesn't care.

Revenant was weirdly silent during your haze of confusion. You expected something like "don't flatter yourself, skingbag," but he said nothing. Like he was ashamed to admit you were right, but didn't want to deny it either. It just made you overthink even more. He doesn't care, surely. He can't care. He doesn't feel love. He can't be in love with you. But he was, his silence conveyed that.

"This is wrong. This isn't what's supposed to happen. You don't love me. Tell me you don't love me. Tell me now! TELL ME!" Your confrontation had turned to yelling as he continued to stay silent. Thank god the hallway was empty. "Rev," you sighed out his name as you calmed down. "Tell me you don't love me."

"I can't lie to you." His voice echoed in the hallway, and you just couldn't stand it any longer. You turned away from him and walked away to your room.

"Just stop loving me."

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

Requests are always appreciated and really help me out with writing. So please request anything on your mind! Thank you for reading!

#apex legends #apex revenant #revenant #kaleb cross #writing #mentioned bangalore #mentioned newcastle #unrequited love #please request #i need ideas #:)

[junggunz]

first of all.. i can SWEAR that i was following you?!?! but there was like, the follow button next to your name and i was like wasn't i already following her?? this is what coming back to Tumblr after a long time does to a mf.. also.. wanna be moots? >.<

BUT. BUT.

I just read your sleepparalysisdemon!gun fic and.. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ it was AWESOME. i loved it so fucking much, poor reader tho, yet i loved how fucking menace gun was.. when he licked the tear off.. 🫣

So.. I'll drop this here~

--------

You should have eaten dinner sooner. Otherwise, the lack of hunger wouldn't wake you up at 2 AM. just a quick, simple thing to eat and you'll head straight to bed, you think as you rub your half open eye with your hand, gladly the only thing lighting the kitchen was the small lamb, or else your eyes would burn a lot, despite you being used to the light since all the imaginations you had before. You put the knife down to the cutting board and turn your gaze to the cupboard to get yourself a glass.

You extended your hand to the open cupboard, and as you were about to grab the glass-

Someone else does it for you.

You freeze in shock. You could only manage to see the hand, but the slight showing tattoo on his forearm that caught your attention was enough for you to understand who that was. Your eyes widen, you quickly -and somehow, turn your head to the direction of the man and you see him, even the sight of him was enough for you to take a step back and hit the counter.

He gives you that smirk of his as he takes a step closer to you. He raises an eyebrow, "Not even a thank you?" When the only answer you gave to him was frightened silence, he clicks his tongue and carelessly throws the glass on the sink, making you let out a small gasp caused by the loud sound of the glass shattering into small pieces. But you can't focus on that right now.

A step follows another until you're leaning towards your back even more despite your back already hitting the counter. "I.." you somehow manage to speak and that slightly surprises him, but he doesn't question.

"Continue whatever you were doing. Act as if I'm not even here," He tells you, which sounds like nothing but an order. You tilt your head in surprise, not really understand what he meant. But still, what you were busy with a minute ago was making a snack for yourself and you need to continue it. So you turn your back.. to that pervert. You gulp as your slight shaky hands grab the knife and continue to cut the tomato.

As you expected, you feel his body against your back, his hard bulge against your ass, his big presence towering on your body and you swear that those hands of him that were slowly caressing your waist was burning on that spot. Your shaky hand slowly and desperately tries to keep whatever it was doing and ignore the breath on the crook of your neck, ignore how he was stroking your hips while grinding his bulge against your ass, ignore how he was nibbling and kissing your neck.. slowly, steadily.. as if he was trying to make you lose your mind, make you under his control which.. already happened. The slow kisses turns into bites and you let out a little yelp as you accidentally push your hips against his bulge even closer, which causes him to smirk. Your shaky hands drops the knife on the cutting board once again, No, you didn't even think of trying to attack him with that knife. Please, that would do nothing but piss him off. And you sniffle, trying to not break into sobs but you do once you feel his hand trailing up to your tits, kneading it as he backs away from your neck, admiring the purple hickeys he just left there.

He notices your sobs and chuckles, "Aww.. weren't you cooking for yourself just a minute ago?.. weren't you hungry?.." he coos and his low tone of voice grazes your ears, as his thumb graces the corner of your lips. "Shh, don't you cry now.. you know that i don't like cry babies.. want me to feed you all night long?" He won't say it out loud but he missed you.

No. He only missed your cunt, not you. The way you clenched around his dick never left his mind since.

And when your lips finds his, you find yourself on the bed the next second, with him on top of you, again.

He made sure to fill you up with his cum that night, both your mouth and your cunt.

ahem. well this isn't proofread cuz im lazy so~~ have the dessert and ignore if theres any mistakes 🫡

LOL tumblr is so broken tbh I'm not surprised. but we can definitely be mutuals !!! (I'll be following from my main blog uwu)

but omg sleep paralysis demon! Gun has been rattling around in my brain for so long. tbh I thought people wouldn't like it bc it's more dark and not as smutty as some of the other stuff I've written so it means a lot to me hearing that you enjoyed it 😭🫶

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US ALL WITH MORE GUN CRUMBS !!! bc obviously we can't get enough of him around here 🤭

#iloveparkjonggun #answered

[specialinterestshows]

A lot to unpack in this section of my 3-part Finn Balor x jealous!Damian Priest fic based on an anonymous request!

Warnings for this section: Jealousy

-

My M.O. (Missed Opportunity) (Part 2/3): A Mid-SummerSlam’s Dream

“Son novios, realmente?” Dominik asked about Finn and JD, earning a glare from Damian.

“He’s not-“ Finn started, surprised, before interrupting himself, “Why would you think that?”

“You going with us or him?” Damian ignored the question, wanting nothing more than to get back to the hotel room.

Hesitating like he had earlier, Finn looked at JD, then back at Damian - now sitting in the back seats of the car - before sighing and facing JD once more. Damian scoffed and moved to close the door before hearing “Sorry, mate, catch up with you later.” It was Finn, addressing JD before walking a few steps and using his hand to stop the car door from shutting.

“Room for one more?” Finn asked, smiling when Damian scooted over with a grunt.

"Buckle up, boys," Rhea said, looking in the rearview mirror to make sure they didn't seem too hostile toward each other. She waited for the sound of two separate clicks in the back before moving the car again, heading in the direction of the hotel.

Damian glared sullenly out the window as Rhea turned up the music. Despite Finn seemingly choosing him over JD this time, Damian didn't want to get his hopes up. The last time he'd gotten his hopes up, JD McDonagh had crushed them - just like he had during tonight's match. What was supposed to be a victory was ruined by the man who kept insisting on trying to "help" the Judgment Day, despite making mistakes at critical moments time and again. Somehow, through all of it, Finn had never stopped supporting JD, and Damian couldn't stand it. He doesn't deserve another chance, Damian thought, He doesn't deserve Finn.

Damian spent the greater part of the ride seething silently. Finally looking over at Finn as the car pulled into the hotel parking lot, Damian saw that the man was already looking at him with concern in his eyes.

"Y'alright?" Finn asked, just barely audible over the music as the car slowed.

"Am I alright?" Damian said loudly, laughing bitterly, "Your boyfriend ruined my chance to cash in!" - the music stopped as Rhea parked and shut off the car, but Damian kept shouting as he continued - "He's the reason we lost our title belts! You don't care about us when he's around! What do you even see in him?"

"Fuck's sake, we're not together!" Finn shouted back, "And tonight can't be the only reason you hate him; you've hated him since he got here! What's your problem?"

"My problem is that you care more about him than you do about me!" Damian boomed before hearing Dominik shuffle uncomfortably in his seat, reminding Damian that he and Rhea were still in the car, "... Um, more than you care about us."

"Dom and I are going up to the hotel room," Rhea said, entirely unconvinced by Damian's amendment to his statement, "Sort this out. Mami is going to go relieve some stress." She smirked at Dominik and left the car keys on the center console before they exited the car. Even with the discomfort of having revealed more than he meant to, Damian was still struggling to stay calm as he looked at the man in the seat next to him.

"What makes you think I care about JD more?" Finn asked, still irked.

"Oh, I don't know," Damian's voice dripped with sarcasm before growling, "Maybe it's the fact that you spend all your free time with him and keep trying to get him to join the Judgment Day, even when he screws us over. If you're not fucking, que estan haciendo?"

A slow smile crept over Finn's face as Damian had begun to explain, but once the explanation was over, Finn burst out laughing.

"What the FUCK is so funny?" Damian's booming voice seemed to fill the entire vehicle.

Looking calmly into the burning gaze of the furious man beside him, Finn replied, "I called JD up because I thought you wanted nothing to do with me."

Damian didn't seem to believe him, so Finn continued, "There was a lot of... miscommunication going on with you and me before JD showed up, remember?"

"But we took care of that," Damian protested, "It was all good."

"Then why would you stop smiling every time you saw me after that?" Finn asked quietly, breaking eye contact as he remembered, "Sometimes it felt like you were avoiding me."

Damian recalled that period of time with perfect clarity - when he had realized he cared for Finn, deeply, and had to work up the courage to say something. He had been worried Finn would realize it before Damian was ready to tell him and a wave of anxiety would overtake Damian - an anxiety so intense that he couldn't smile through it. Eventually, Damian had started avoiding Finn entirely until he felt ready to talk about his feelings.

Damian mentally kicked himself as Finn kept talking, "I called JD to vent and, next thing I knew, we were face-to-face and catching up. I thought it might be nice to have him join the group - I trained with him back home, he can hold his own; but I’ve never fancied the man, not like that.”

“Lo siento,” Damian sighed, “I never meant to make you think I didn’t want to be around you, I was just… struggling with something.”

“You know you can always talk to me,” Finn said earnestly, “About anything.”

“About loving you?” Damian surprised even himself with his sudden honesty, not letting himself look at Finn as he continued, “About risking breaking up a friendship- no, a family, because I can’t control how I feel around you?” - he sighed - “Looks like I made a mess of things anyway. And I never gave JD a chance because I couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else.”

Damian’s words hung in the air for what seemed like ages until he finally let himself look up at Finn, who seemed to be doing his best to form words.

Finally, Finn spoke.

“Did… did you say you love me?”

[end part two of three]

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/731385657103204352/my-mo-missed-opportunity-part-33-hell-in

#wwe fanfiction #the judgment day #finn balor #finn balor x damian priest #damian priest #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #dominik mysterio #the judgement day #specialinterestshows presents #my m.o. (missed opportunity)

[aesthetictarlos]

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow.

Tommy walked out the front door ten minutes ago and Buck's still rooted to the spot, leaning against the kitchen island. His lips are still tingling from Tommy's soft kiss, and if he closes his eyes, he swears he can feel the phantom of Tommy's fingers tilting his chin up. 

Tommy– Tommy kissed him, and Buck has had his fair amount of kisses but he's pretty sure no one has ever kissed him with such reverence and tenderness before. It was brief and chaste, barely-there, but ignited something in his chest, a fire he hasn't felt in a while, maybe ever. 

That unexpected kiss was both like jumping off a cliff and coming home after a long vacation, new but somehow familiar, something he didn't know he needed, wanted. 

He didn't realize that at first, but now– now that he thinks about it, he knows that something clicked into place the moment Tommy's lips met his own, making him feel settled in his skin for the first time in his life. That kiss was like finding the missing, forgotten puzzle piece beneath a rug. 

Tommy was– equally cute and sexy, confident but slightly vulnerable and a bit flustered, and that made Buck feel giddy and amazed. The whole scene has been replaying in his head for the past ten minutes, ever since Tommy left. 

It's not just about the kiss. It's Tommy driving to his loft to talk and clear the air, to reassure him that he wasn't trying to take his place in Eddie and Christopher’s lives. Tommy looking at him in the eye and telling him he felt bad about the whole situation, Tommy calling him Evan, Tommy admitting he was jealous over the 118 being a family, Tommy's surprised face as Buck told him he wanted to know him, Tommy unhesitant offer to teach him Muay Thai, Tommy’s little, adorable frown as he heard that he was trying to get his attention and then the flirting, the gravitating towards each other and– the kiss. 

Everything about the kiss. How Tommy leaned in, tilting his chin up so gently, the warmth of his lips, his soft voice as he said like that?, him wanting to make sure that kissing him was okay, that endearing smile again and his little giggle and then Tommy asking him on a date. 

That was new, too, because he has always been the one to lean in for a kiss, the one to ask girls out on a date, the one to pick a girl up, but it felt damn good to be on the other side. It felt damn good to hand control to someone else, to Tommy, for once. 

He wanted to kiss him again, wanted to bask in that feeling for a little more, maybe curl a hand around his waist and tug him closer but now he thinks it was perfect just like that, just a tender, tentative kiss that managed to throw his world upside down. 

He can't even remember the last time he kissed someone without ending up naked and in bed soon after, he actually thinks that Tommy's the first person who has kissed him for the sake of kissing, without the kissing leading to something else. 

That felt good, too, and he still has goosebumps thinking about Tommy's lips on his own and the freedom fluttering all around him, and inside him. 

I am free, he said, and he meant on Saturday, sure, but he also meant in general. 

Because now he's free to explore himself, and his feelings and thoughts, and he gets to do that on a date with Tommy. On a date with a kind, funny, cool man who quietly walked into his life and rocked his world, allowing him to reconnect with a part of himself that has been buried deep down since forever.

Now that he's thinking about the date he panics a little, he's dated people before but it was– different. What if he messes everything up? What if he stutters, or stumbles over his feet, what if Tommy smiles at him and his brain short-circuits because the man is so fucking hot– 

He feels warm and flustered at the mere thought of going on a date with him, actually, and he feels the immediate urge to talk to someone about this whole thing. Hen’s the first person that comes to his mind, because she can definitely understand him more than anyone else. 

It's not late, but it's still past 10pm so he doesn't feel like showing up at her doorstep unannounced; he calls her, and Hen - like the adorable person and friend she is - tells him that he's always welcomed to her house. 

That's how he finds himself fidgeting and moving his weight from one foot to the other in front of Hen and Karen's house. He gently knocks on the door and waits, waits until Hen invites him in and he sits on the couch, smiling at her. 

She offers him a cup of tea and doesn't ask why he's here, doesn't push, and it's after five minutes of silence that he finds the courage to say it. 

“I kissed a man,” he blurts out, blushing a little at the thought. “Well, a man kissed me. Tommy kissed me but that's not the point, the point is that I liked it. A lot. And I'm sounding like Katy Perry now but uh– yeah, I kissed a man and I liked it. I wanted to kiss him again, and again.” 

When he lifts his gaze back up, Hen is looking at him fondly, and her eyes are glistening. “Oh, Buckaroo,” she whispers, reaching for his hand and squeezing. There's so much affection in that simple gesture that Buck nearly cries.

“I feel– I feel like I can finally breathe,” he says, clearing his throat. “There's so much to unpack, I guess, but I– I liked it, Hen. It was soft, and brief, but he was so– gentle to me. He asked me on a date and I can't wait to hang out with him. I feel like I'm fifteen again, I'm embarrassing.” 

“You’re not,” Hen argues, smiling at him. “I'm so happy for you, Buck. And so, so proud.” 

“I can't believe this is what I've been missing for my whole life. I've always felt like there was something I couldn't see, or feel, and now– Everything’s clear. I– I like men. And I like women. I'm– I'm bisexual.” 

Hen hugs him, squeezing him so tight that he holds his breath for a few seconds. And then he hugs her back, feeling so small and safe into her arms.

“Can you– uh, I haven't told anyone else yet,” Buck admits, shyly. “I want to, I just– I think I need some time. Can you keep this to yourself for a while? I want to tell Maddie first, but she's on shift now and I'm on shift tomorrow, and this isn't a conversation I want to have on the phone.” 

“Yeah, of course, no worries,” Hen reassures him, patting his cheek. “Look at you, you're glowing.” 

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, but something tells him that it's true. 

***

Buck’s never felt this excited and anxious about a date before. Sure, the giddiness and the anticipation aren't new, but going on a date with someone before having sex is. And it's a lot easier to have dinner with a person you like after you've already hooked up with them, but this? He doesn't know how to do this. Doesn't know what he should wear, or say, and he feels a lot of pressure. He knows he shouldn't, it's not like Tommy doesn't know him a bit already, still he's feeling like he's crawling out of his own skin.

He and Tommy have texted back and forth during the past few days, and they even met on a call, and he can't actually wait to see him. It's just– he's freaking out, just a little bit. 

When Tommy knocks on his door, he takes a long breath and steadies himself, trying to just enjoy the new sensations he's feeling. It feels nice, waiting for someone to pick you up for a date, and he can’t ignore the fluttering in his stomach. 

“Hey,” he greets him, opening the door. His eyes rake over his body, and he's pretty sure his cheeks flush as he takes him in. He's free to look, now, and fuck, Tommy's hot. “You– you look good.” 

“Hey,” Tommy says, smiling softly. “You're not so bad yourself.” 

Buck giggles, ducking his head to hide his flush and his giddy smile. 

“Don't do that,” Tommy whispers, hooking a finger underneath his chin to lift his face back up. “You're cute when you blush. I wanna see that.” 

Buck’s heart somersaults in his chest, and he's blushing even more now. “Shall we– go?” 

Tommy shakes his head, chuckling as he reaches for his hand and squeezes. “Yeah, Evan, let's go.” 

Dinner was great. Buck felt so comfortable and at ease for the whole time, even when Tommy teased him about being tense and even when Eddie and Marisol crashed their date. That was awkward, but then Tommy looked and smiled at him and he got distracted by the handsome man in front of him. 

They talked a lot, about everything and anything, jumping from serious topics to funny ones, and Buck couldn’t even remember the last time he was so happy to know someone new. 

They left the restaurant half an hour ago, and Buck’s now enjoying the evening chill as they’re aimlessly walking around the neighborhood, their hands brushing as they get closer and closer, almost bumping into each other. 

“You’re quiet,” Tommy points out gently, nudging his shoulder. 

Buck tilts his head to look at him and grins. “I’m just– I feel so happy. It was– great.”

“Yeah, we should do that again,” Tommy agrees, and then reaches out to thread their fingers together. “But I could teach you Muay Thai first, or take you for a ride.”

“Do you take all your dates for a helicopter ride? Is that your secret weapon?” Buck teases, arching his eyebrow.  

“Nah, just the ones I want to impress,” Tommy flirts, winking at him. “Is it working?”

“Definitely,” Buck confirms, flushing under Tommy’s intense gaze. 

They silently walk back to Tommy’s car, and the silence is comfortable, he doesn’t feel the need to fill it with words. He relishes in the warmth of Tommy’s palm against his own and the occasional brush of their shoulders, and every once in a while he turns his head to look at his profile, lit by the street lamps. 

Tommy says something as he stops near his car, but he doesn’t catch it because he’s distracted by his lips moving so gently and suddenly he feels the urge to kiss him. The ache grows into his chest, at first is a little spark but then it blazes and becomes a wildfire, and he feels dizzy with it. 

“Evan–” 

Buck thinks fuck it and presses him against the car door, sucking in a breath as he lands on his broad chest. That’s hot. He stares into his blue eyes and then flickers his gaze to his lips while his hands curl around his waist; he can feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, and fuck, he likes it. Likes that Tommy’s ripped, and as tall as he is, that he can take his weight effortlessly, that he’s– that he is a man. He likes him. 

“Hey,” Tommy whispers, cradling the side of his face. 

Buck grins devilishly. “Hey,” he says, and then he closes his eyes and leans in, crashing their lips together and chasing his desire. It’s not like their first kiss, this one is bolder and less tentative, and intoxicating. 

Buck chases his lips, tilting his head to change the angle as their noses brush together, but eventually this is not enough anymore. He can’t actually get enough so when Tommy gasps and tugs him closer, he runs the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and then dives in, taking what he wants. 

Tommy’s hand tangles in his hair, and Buck moves one of his own to Tommy’s face; the stubble isn’t there tonight, but as he runs his fingers across his cheek, he can still feel some prickling beneath his palm. It’s nice, it’s hot, and when Tommy flips them over and his back hits the car he absolutely loses it. He likes being pinned down by Tommy’s weight, likes the fragrance of his aftershave, likes his body, and his eyes, and his kindness. 

“You’re– Fuck, you’re handsome,” he murmurs in between kisses, and he should probably feel pathetic or something, but Tommy fucking blushes and drags him into another thorough kiss so he doesn’t care. 

“Look who’s talking,” Tommy says when they need to breathe, brushing his nose. He smiles at him then, stealing him another soft kiss and Buck swears he’s floating. 

Feeling free and whole and himself is the greatest feeling ever, and he wishes he could hug little Evan and tell him “everything is going to be fine.”

#bisexual evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 on abc #911 fanfiction #fanfic authors #fanfic writing #911 on ao3 #911 spoilers

[septixtrash]

Payback and Retribution Pt 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of death, mentions of gore (very little), mentions of drugs, depression

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You finally meet The Boys.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so long to publish this, my app I use to write deleted my original file so I had to rewrite it all over again. I haven't said what powers the reader has because it's a secret for the next chapter! Hope everyone enjoys this, I'm so thankful for all the support on Part 1! ❤️

Taglist: @spnwoman @veronicawritesstuff @atrxdxs @globetrotter28 @bronze-metal @deanwinchesterwifesstuff @buckybarnes-1917 @octobers-snow @faithm120601 @siospins2 @liuope @bxwitched @itsdesiree86 @epiphany-of-a-madwoman @bxrbiewrites @caffeinefueledfangirl @secretdreamlandmentality

“You must be well fucked in the head, agreeing to this…” Butcher tells you as you follow them both down to the parking garage.

He's right…

You walk right up to a beat up van, reaching for the handle. Butcher grabs your shoulder, scoffing. “Oi, just 'cause we're wanted doesn't mean we drive shitty cars…”

“That ain't mine.” He clicks a car alarm and points the opposite direction. “She is.”

“No fucking way…” You run up to an old black 87 Cadillac Brougham. It's in good condition too…

“I always wanted one! Vought wouldn't let us drive ourselves, had to have someone else drive for us. Ugh.”

Hughie grins. “I thought the same thing. He really looks like he owns a van!”

“Fuck off. Get in the car so we can fucking leave.” Butcher hops in the driver seat, Hughie sitting next to him.

You barely have time to climb in before he speeds off… dickhead.

“You didn't know the truth, did you?” Hughie turns around in his seat. “Before we came?”

You shake your head. “If I'd known sooner, they'd already be dead.”

It's still hard for you to wrap your head around the thought of it all… Ben's alive. Your own team betrayed you. Vought was behind everything and you'd been blindsided. It somehow hurts more, knowing that you’d been set up, that you’d been lied to. You think it would've been easier if you never found out the truth. Because through all the heartbreak, the tears, the endless nights high off your ass, desperately trying to savor the memories of him, it all meant nothing in the end.

As much as you'd rather be out hunting them all down, you knew you had to find Ben first. It wouldn't be right, getting revenge without him…

Hughie looks up at you, “I know how you feel… in a way at least.”

You raise an eyebrow, “and how's that?”

“A-Train killed my girlfriend Robin. Ran right through her… We were on the sidewalk, she took one foot off it, and then… then she was gone. The only pieces of her left were her arms that I held. He kept running, said he couldn't stop. He didn't bother apologizing, he lied to the media and Vought covered it up. They tried to buy my silence, but I-I couldn't take the money. It didn't feel right, being quiet about what happened. Why should I keep silent when he doesn't suffer any consequences. Butcher found me soon after…”

Poor kid. “I’m sorry… No wonder why you hate supes.”

You wonder what's Butcher's story…

“Don't be. Not all supes are like that, you know. You were always one of my favorites?”

You laugh. “Seriously, me? Why?”

“You weren't born a supe. You know what it's like being ordinary. You fought for the little guys, showed us that anyone can be a hero. I remember my Dad playing your old films, I used to want to be just like you…”

Your ears turn red. “T-thanks kid.”

You never felt you deserved to be a supe. To be called a hero. You just did what you felt right and helped others, because that's who you were, even before taking Compound V.

Maybe that's where it all went wrong, signing up for Vought's experimental program. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. You were young and needed the money, you were already struggling to make enough to get by. They offered a good hefty paycheck to those willing to try a serum they were working on. Of course you said yes, what a fucking mistake that was…

Pain, unlike anything else you'd ever felt. The serum rushing through your veins made it feel like you were dying. At first you thought you were.

They didn't tell you that most of the other subjects died. Their bodies rejected the serum. You somehow were lucky.

You got powers, but they came at a cost…

Vought made you their superhero. Dressed you up in latex and spandex and made you part of Payback, the first official supe team.

You thought you were fighting for freedom, but you were only fighting for a corporation.

You killed whoever they asked, saved whoever they wanted, all for ratings. That's all that mattered. How well the public responded to you.

You had it all, the fame, the drugs, the freedom…

You put on a face in front of the cameras, made it look like everything was fine, but in reality you were breaking inside. You'd never been so stressed before becoming a supe, but Ben, he made it look easy.

Maybe that's why you fell for him. He didn't have to put on an act, he was truly himself on and off the camera. He didn't care what anyone thought and that's what drew you to him. He taught you that you how be yourself again. But no one knew that…

Butcher turns around facing you. “Oi, we're here.”

You exit the vehicle and follow closely behind Butcher. He leads you all to a industrial looking building. Climbing the staircase, he stops in front of a door and unlocks it.

Stepping in, you have three pairs of eyes following you.

The place definitely didn't read: ‘We're wanted criminals.’ It was almost like an office, something you didn't expect from someone like Billy Butcher.

You face towards the only other woman in the room, a woman with long black hair.

“Hi!” You wave at her. “Nice to see Butcher has a woman on his team, I can already feel the testorone building in the room."

The woman uses sign language, signing hello.

Hughie laughs, Butcher just rolls his eyes. A man with a buzzcut stands up, “She doesn't talk. Her name's Kimiko. I'm Frenchie."

"Couldn't of guessed with your accent..."

The other man in the room turns away from you, grunts rolling his eyes. "Can we just hurry this up?"

“Who are you?” you ask, curious as to why the man clearly didn't like you being here.

“That's M.M.” Frenchie looks over at him. “He's got issues with Soldier Boy.”

Soldier Boy wasn't a good person. Everyone knew that. But he was only good to you.

There was so many things Ben didn't tell you; dark things he wasn't proud of.

Butcher pulls you from your thoughts. “Now that everyones here, let's go over the plan.”

You take a seat on the couch next to Kimiko.

“Your boy’s in Russia. We have a favor to our source, kill a target. Kimiko and Frenchie are already keyed in that. Once they're finished we'll be given the location.”

Kimiko pouts, signing something to Frenchie. He shakes his head at her then shrugs.

“You don't know where he is?!”

You should've known things weren't fully fledged out, but you expected a little more especially when these people were widely known supe killers.

“Oi, calm down will ya?” Butcher shouts.

Hughie looks away, rubbing his neck. There's a lot of tension in the room...

You face Butcher. “Who’s your source?” You rub your temples, sighing.

“Russian mobster, Little Nina. Frenchie here used to have a thing for her, now he owes her a favor. She told us if he does this for her, she'll tell us where the facility is.”

There has to be more than he's letting on… “What's the catch? Surely it can't be that easy, what's the favor she want?”

Frenchie speaks up, “She needs someone killed. But not by me…” he faces Kimiko who frowns. “Kimiko is the only who can do it.”

“Why her? No offense…”

“Because she's a supe like you. Little Nina knows that Kimiko doesn't want to do it, that's exactly why. She's doing it to get to me,” He sighs.

You get up from your place on the couch, rolling your shoulders, cracking your neck. “Well, when do we leave?”

#x reader #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy x reader #the boys imagine #soldier boy x supe!reader

[lovelytsunoda]

tell me more // pierre gasly

summary: y/n takes pierre to a concert. he had no idea what he was getting himself into. im literally projecting so much here i want someone to dance at a pop punk show with

pairing: pierre gasly x pop punk ! gf

she was family friends with george russell, who, by all accounts, pierre assumed was a pretty normal person.

and logically, he thought that meant that y/n was fairly normal as well

“mate, you have no bloody idea what you’re getting yourself into” george had said when pierre first asked george’s blessings to ask y/n out

not like he had to ask in the first place, but he figured he'd be a decent guys and at least warn the mercedes driver that it was gonna happen one way or another

pierre had thought nothing of it at the time

he knew, from just little things, that her music taste was not something that would normally have been considered to be “normal”

little things gave it away, like the array of cd’s lined up alphabetically on the shelf on the landing of her little house that he never saw her play

or the oversized shirts with logos and album artwork for artists he had never heard of

or that one time they were driving to dinner and she remarked how much she hated one of the billboard 100 songs that was in his spotify playlist

but he’s never actually heard snippets of what she listens to, always choosing to listen with her headphones in

so when y/n suggests a night out, one that she planned entirely herself, pierre is like ‘why not’

poor guy gets himself all dressed up in a nice little button down shirt and some white pants

but when he picks up y/n, shes wearing bell-bottom jeans, a small black tube top and a vintage nascar jacket she had  thrifted

“you are waaaay too dressed up for where we’re going”

they pull up to the small concert venue, and pierre is so confused when he looks around and sees all the people gathered outside in ripped jeans and black t-shirts

“um, babe, what exactly are we doing tonight?” pierre asks nervously, linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the door

he kept expecting people to recognize him, but this was not the kind of crowd that was likely to know who he was

if he had played footy on the other hand . . . 

“oh, i had tickets to see this band from liverpool with an old friend, but she bailed last minute, so i had an extra ticket”

band? what kind of band? pierre wondered, looking around at the crowd

he didn’t have time to ask, the door opening and throngs of people flooding in

just his luck that y/n had tickets closer to the front part of the arena with a good glimpse of the stage

he got a glimpse of the band’s name printed on the back banner, whipping out his phone so he could find out exactly what kind of band they were

a punk band from england, according to google.

the lights went down and the band began to play 

the guitars are loud and the singer has an interesting voice

pierre is so unprepared to be jostled around by the seas of bodies

even more unprepared to see y/n jumping with them, in a world of her own as she screams the words at the top of her lungs

it’s a side of her that pierre has never seen before

for a hot minute, he almost forgets how out of place he is.

hes just standing there awkwardly all the way through the entire first song, staring at y/n, who has just become five times more interesting

because she is quite literally the last person he expected to be in to this sort of thing.

almost gets himself kicked in the side of the head by a crowdsurfer

at first the other concertgoers are like ‘who the fuck is this wanker in a button down shirt and slacks’

and then it clicks that ‘oooh he’s here with someone who didn't tell him where they were going’

the first song ends, and pierre gets a glimpse of the look of absolute joy and wonder on y/n’s face

and he wants to be a part of it somehow

so when the next song starts playing, pierre grabs her hand and spins her around a few times, even though he has no idea if that’s what he’s supposed to do

y/n loops her arms around pierre’s neck while she’s bouncing around, and of course, pierre has to mirror what she’s doing, and he does, with a huge smile on his face

so when about halfway through the song, y/n finds herself dancing with her back in the general vicinity of pierre’s chest, the driver is just like ‘club dancing !?!?! this is something i actually know how to do’

he still feels super awkward as he moves to grab her hips, guiding her body towards his

once again, the other people in the crowd are like ‘what the fuck is this guy doing?’

but y/n loves it

pierre’s lips pepper soft kisses to her face while she watches the band onstage

he’ll jump when she jumps, dance when she dances

it ends up being one of the best nights of his life

“you should crowdsurf next time”

y/n offhandedly suggests it as they leave hand-in-hand 

pierre shuts it down immediately

he looks into the band, and actually finds that their music is a good thing to listen to before he gets in the car

it sort of becomes a ritual

let’s just say that there are many more concerts to come

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #headcanons #lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste #oh to dance with a good looking guy at a pop punk show #Spotify