#I have way too many typos... huh

[taasgirl]

blue light - lando norris

summary: y/n is a professional footballer for arsenal, and takes a quick pitstop to the australian gp! her and lando end up taking a liking to each other, and reunite on a night out.

warnings: mentions of acl injury, nothing too bad

word count: 4.2k - sorry if there's any typos lol

I would be lying if I said that I knew how this worked. I also would be lying if I said that I found this enjoyable. I’ve spent too long concentrating on my career, that I never really cared to watch others; especially not Formula 1. But here I am.

The Australian Grand Prix, my ‘home tournament’ some would say. Growing up in Sydney, no one cared for motorsports - it was more about football, all variations of it.

I was sitting with the girls in one of the many stands. We had been followed around for majority of the day, there were a lot of people asking for photos. But honestly, I didn’t mind, in fact I really loved when I was recognised.

Steph attempted to explain how the races worked to me and the other girls, but we couldn’t get it.

The flag was waved and the race begun. There was a lot of commotion, everyone was buzzing to be watching a Grand Prix. “So what time will this finish?” I asked Steph, “Just watch it Y/N.” The other girls laughed at her focus on the track - the cars weren’t even there anymore.

After a few laps I started to get hungry. “I’m gonna grab food. Any of youse want any?” The girls shook their heads; they were as focused as Steph.

I walked through ‘The Paddock’. The passes we had allowed us to be there and I could tell that they were expensive. There were drivers left right and centre.

I made my way to a hot chips stand and ordered four portions. “A bit hungry yeah?” I turned around and was met with the face of a boy. Well maybe a man. He was fully decked out in the Mclaren gear. Either a driver or a huge fan.

“Nah for my friends.” He laughed and after ordering his food stood by me as we waited.

“I’m Oscar.” He lent his hand out, and I shook it in response, “Y/N.” He smiled at me “I know.”

“So what’s a footballer doing at the races huh?” He recognised me. “Honestly, I have no idea. My friends dragged me along.” He laughed. “Maybe my team can help you out.” He smirked at me. “And what team would that be?”

“Mclaren.”

“So some guy offers his exclusive lounge to you, and you believe him?” Katie was looking me up and down, very obviously unimpressed. “I think he’s a driver. Steffie is there someone from Mclaren called Oscar?” She looked at me immediately.

“You met Oscar Piastri?” I nodded. “And he invited you to the Mclaren lounge?” I nodded and then stopped, “Well all of us.”

We were all sat very lavishly at a bar. Oscar had met us outside the Mclaren suite and brought us inside.

“So if you’re a driver, why aren’t you out there?” I pointed to the TV that was following the cars. “I had a crash a few weeks ago, and I’m still not cleared to race yet.” I winced. The idea of crashing at the speeds that the men were going irked me. “It wasn’t anything bad. Just a concussion.”

“So who’s out there now?” Oscar smiled at me. “Lando. Lando Norris.” His smile was cheeky. “He’s gonna be buzzing when he sees you after the race.” I looked at him nonchalantly. “Honestly, he’s a huge Arsenal fan. You’re his favourite player too.” A smile creeped across my face. I was intrigued by this ‘Lando Norris’ person.

“Do you have a photo of him? I wanna know what he looks like.” Oscar scoffed. “Take a look around. His face is everywhere.”

Oscar wasn’t lying. There were posters everywhere of Lando Norris. Him celebrating, him posing, him and Oscar. He must be a big shot.

“Good looking guy right?” I laughed almost uncomfortably.

But I did find him attractive. In fact, as soon as Oscar had left us for his team, I was already searching up Lando on instagram.

By the time the races had finished, it was a bit past four. After getting the rundown from some of the Mclaren workers, I had kinda figured out what was happening.

Carlos Sainz won the race. Lando came third, and everyone was stoked. “But isn’t third just kinda bad?” Steph smacked Caitlin. “It’s different in racing now shut up.” The rest of us snickered. We had a perfect view of the podium, and all the guys on it.

“He’s cute.” Katie nudged me, earning an eye roll. “You should talk to him. I know you like your English.” Katie was one of my closest friends, she took me under her wing when I signed for arsenal, and for that I will always be indebted to her.

Once the boys had finished celebrating their win, we were brought back to the Mclaren suite.

“Stay here, I’ll bring Lando over.” Oscar held my shoulder before he went looking for the driver. As we were waiting, I was lightly tapped. Turning around, I can face to face with a journalist.

“Hi Y/N how are you?” She was beaming. “Would you mind doing a quick interview with us, it’ll only take a minute?” I smiled at her and agreed.

We were pulled into a less busy part of the room, and she handed over to me a microphone. The camera was directed at me, so I quickly touched up my hair.

“How are you enjoying the races, big fan?” I rubbed the back of my neck and responded.

“Yeah it’s been great. I don’t know too much about the whole motorsports scene but a few people from Mclaren have been helpful in explaining.”

The reporter flipped her paper.

“Speaking of Mclaren, do you have an affiliation with the team? You’ve been in the suite all day!”

“Honestly, I bumped into Oscar while getting chips and he invited us over.” She smiled, signalling for me to go on. “Everyone’s been super welcoming, especially to the dumb questions I’ve been asking.” The camera crew around us laughed.

Finishing up the interview, I made my way over to the girls. “Okay miss popular.” The girls laughed at Katie’s remark.

“Oh that Lando guy is looking for you by the way.” I looked straight at Steph. “Don’t look at me like that. He came around to us and left straight away when he realised you weren’t here.” I took a seat next to Caitlin.

“Y/N, come!” Oscar shouted from across the room. I could see his hand waving over to me, and so I got up.

“This is Lando.” Lando had an arm thrown around Oscar, very obviously tired. “Hey.” We reached our hands out and shook.

“Listen, I’m a huge fan of yours.” I smiled at him thankfully.

“Yeah he’s got about fifty jersey with your name on the back.” Oscar chimed, but was immediately shut down by a light kick to his shin, Lando’s doing. “Okay I’m not that weird.” We laughed together, until the silence turned awkward.

“I never picked you for a F1 enjoyer, who’d you support.” Oscar laughed, earning a concerned look on Lando’s face.

“Would it kill you if I said that I don’t watch it. Like at all?”

He clutched his heart sarcastically.

“I’m sorry! I’ve just never really been into it.” Oscar shook his head. “Ok ok, if it’s you two racing, then I’ll consider watching. It’s the least I can do for a fan.” Lando clutched his chest again.

“Gosh Y/N, you really know what to say to get a man’s heart pumping.” We laughed it off again.

“You should probably get back to your team. Celebrate the win?” It was less a statement than a question. “I’m just gonna shut up before I end up giving you a heart attack.”

He took his hand in mine, and pulled me in for a hug. “There’ll be a party later. You’re all invited to join if you’d like.” I nodded. “I’ll let them know.”

“So what’s the dress code?” Steph walked into my room, taking a look at the clothes still in their suitcase. “Not formal I don’t think. Just like a normal party.” She began picking up my clothes and placing them on my bed.

“You should wear a dress.” She threw me one of my green dresses. “This one. I bet he’ll wanna take it off later tonight.” I laughed. “Yeah not happening Stephie.”

Oscar had given me his number and sent the details for tonight. It was gonna be a party with almost all the drivers, and a shit ton of people.

The girls were already done getting ready, it seemed that I was the only one rocking up in a dress. They were all in skinny jeans. God I really needed to help with their wardrobe situation.

“Hurry up Y/N we’re gonna leave without you.” Katie called from the hallway.

“Holy shit.” We were all stood in front of an elusive door. We could see the lights sparkling from the windows of the home, music blasting. “Now who the fuck gave up their house for a rave?” I questioned, earning an embarrassingly loud laugh from Steph.

Once we had walked inside, it was quite obvious that we weren’t gonna be finding Lando or Oscar anytime soon.

The house was packed. Bodies were everywhere, dancing, kissing, just straight up passed out.

We made our rounds of the party, figuring out our bearings before coming to the kitchen.

“Y/N?” I turned around, my name was almost whispered, but I could still hear it.

I had come face to face with my ex. “Oh my God, hi Jay.” He hugged me. A hug that I had known too well.

“What’re you doing here? I didn’t even know you were back home.” He was holding a red cup. Classic. It was probably filled with beer considering how he smelt. “Just a quick trip back home. We were invited to the race.” He nodded, taking a swig.

Jayden and I hadn’t exactly ended on the best terms. He was my first serious boyfriend and we lasted two years. Until I had to move to London. He was angry at me for choosing work over love. But I had to. I loved football more than I loved him.

“Do you need somewhere to stay? I’ve got rooms in my hotel.” I immediately shut him down. “You’re too kind, but nah, I’m staying at Steph’s house.” As soon as I mentioned the name I could tell he cringed. He never liked Steph, he said she was too protective over me.

“Y/N!” I spun around and saw Oscar. “Having fun?”

“Watch it mate.” Jayden stepped up to Oscar. “Calm your tits. Just saying hello to a friend.” Jayden scoffed at his response. “Yeah well, leave my girlfriend alone.” He spat.

“The fuck Jayden?” I made eye contact with Oscar, "Ex. From a long time ago." I emphasised the 'long'. Oscar nodded, and signalled for me to follow him.

We walked further into the house, and had stopped at what I assumed to be the living room.

Lando, arms splayed over the head rests of the couch he was sitting on, looked me up and down. “Look who decided to show up!” He stood up and gave me a hug. “You look great.”

His cologne was strong, a vanilla scent.

"This is insane." I referred to the house and the people around us. "Yeah in all honesty, I have no idea whose house this is." We both laughed, still standing close to each other.

For some reason, I felt as if there was no one else here. Like it was just him and I. "You know I should probably get your number. Just in case you wanna come to more races." While he reached for his phone, I responded. "Hmm are you sure this isn't actually your attempt at scoring free arsenal tickets?" He passed me his phone, unlocked. "Me? Never." I smiled and created a contact in his phone.

"Message me, Lando Norris."

We had finally landed in London, after way too many hours cramped in a plane, I could finally stretch my legs. "Welcome to London." Katie looked out of the window, rain pouring from the sky. "Is it too late to go back?" I questioned.

Lando still hadn't messaged me, and in all honesty, I gave up on him ever reaching out.

After our conversation at the party, I was drawn back to the girls and didn't see him at all afterwards.

"Anyone for Nandos?"

"I'm gonna find you a hot English guy." Steph was sat at my vanity, fixing up her minimal makeup while I was sat on the floor, deciding what shoes would match my outfit best.

We were going out for a team dinner and I was knackered from training this week. Friday night out just didn't seem that appealing to me. "I'll pass." I settled on an old pair of sneakers. "Not even Lando Norris?" I didn't reply. The girls hadn't stopped going on about Lando since Australia, and were confused when he hadn't messaged me after the party.

"Oh come on. You're telling me that if you saw him you wouldn't immediately jump in his pants?"

"Firstly, ew don't talk about him like that, and secondly, I doubt he'd even remember me. We talked for what? Five minutes at most." She walked over to me and picked me up off the floor. "Come on, we'll be late."

Once we arrived at the restaurant, I took a seat next to Leah and checked the menu. I ordered a well-done steak with a side of salad, along with a glass of red wine.

"How you feeling for the weekend?" I asked Leah. It was her first game starting since her ACL injury, and I could tell that she was beyond nervous. "I'm scared. Like I want to be out there so badly, but I'm so afraid I'll do it again." I smiled at her sympathetically.

"If there's anyone who can bounce back, it's you." I paused, "You know, what I find weird?" She shrugged. "I haven't told you this, but before I came to Arsenal, I had posters of you in my room." She looked shocked. "Are you actually serious?"

I nodded in response. "You are seriously my favourite footballer. I remember when I got the call from my agent, all I could think about was the fact that you'd be my teammate. Not that I was playing in the WSL, or even Arsenal. It was you." She smiled, I could see her eyes glisten a little.

"Every single day you inspire me, and I promise, when you walk onto the pitch on Sunday, you're going to inspire a whole load of other people too." She hugged me.

"You're too sweet Y/N. Thank you." When we detached, I was met with a stunned Steph. "What?" I asked.

"Turn around." I looked behind and saw Lando sat at the bar. "Oh my fucking god." I faced back at Steph.

"Go up to him." I shook my head aggressively. "Absolutely not."

"If you don't, I'm gonna call out to him." I looked her dead in the eyes. "You wouldn't dare." She smiled, "I so would."

No one except Leah ad caught up on what Steph and I were talking about, until I heard my name shouted out from the other end of the table.

"Y/N look!" Katie pointed towards Lando, who had turned around at the crazed woman screaming.

We made eye contact and he smiled at me, getting up from his seat. I quickly got up too, and met him halfway.

"What are the chances?" He hugged me as I responded. "Wow this is really weird."

"How you been?" He asked, his hand on mine. "Ah yeah I'm good, just out with the girls for dinner." I turned around to draw his attention to them, only to be met with the eyes of every single person at that table. "Oh god don't mind them." He chuckled.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Monaco?" He raised his eyebrow at me. "How'd you know I live in Monaco?" My cheeks turned red. "Have you been googling me?" He questioned, smiling down at me.

"I'm so embarrassed oh my god." I took a breath. "Hey, you never messaged me." I looked at him sternly, while he looked at me confused. "You are aware that you gave me the wrong number right?" He took out his phone and opened up his texts.

I cringed, and tapped on the number. "Oh my god, I did give you the wrong number, see I put 6 instead of 7." I pointed at the digits. "Why didn't you just get my number off of Oscar then?"

He put his phone back into his pocket. "Well as much as I didn't want to believe it, I thought you purposely gave me the wrong number. You know, to let me know you weren't interested." My jaw dropped. "You know, if my memory serves me right, I'm pretty sure I told you to message me."

"Hey, I didn't want to cross any boundaries, plus Oscar pointed out your ex to me, and I definitely was not gonna get on his bad side." I cringed at the thought of Jayden. "He's so gross." Lando agreed.

"I'm sorry about everyone staring too." I referred to my teammates, still looking over at Lando and I. "They're a little bit too interested in my love life." Chuckling, he sent a wave over to them. "Love life huh?" He smirked.

"Come sit with us." Katie (of course) yelled out at him. "Don't listen to her, I should probably let you get back to whatever you were doing."

He scratched the back of his head. "I wasn't doing much, I'd be happy to sit down with you lot." I looked back at the girls, Steph was beaming. "Maybe not, she looks a little creepy right now." He laughed. "Well if you really don't want me around your friends, why don't we just go for a walk then?"

"Why not?" He ushered for me to start walking and soon enough, we were out on the London streets.

"I heard that you have a game coming up." I was looking down as he looked to me. "Uh yeah, Sunday." He was about to speak when I cut him off. "You should come. I'd be happy to get you some tickets."

"Yeah actually that'd be great. I might just have to bring my Y/N jersey." He nudged my shoulder with his as we continued walking.

"You never know, maybe I'll even sign it."

"So what were you doing in a restaurant by yourself? Waiting for a date maybe?" I questioned, making his cheeks turn red. "I wish. I'm here for a few days before I have to fly to Japan. Just wanted a nice meal."

"Well come on, let's go find somewhere to eat." I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "Don't you need to get back?" I shook my head "They know I'm in safe hands."

"Nah you're having a laugh, are you serious?" Lando and I had found a hole-in-the-wall pizza shop and were sat opposite each other. "No I'm serious, I got my permit like a year ago, but I refuse to drive."

"I don't know Y/N, that might be a dealbreaker. I mean, my whole life is driving." He was laughing. "Yeah well then you can just drive me everywhere." His smile was warm, comforting. "I'd like that."

Once we had finished up eating we started to walk back. Steph had texted me to say that she and the girls had left. "How are you getting home?" He asked me. "Probably an Uber." He tutted and shook his head. "Let me drive you."

"Thank you Lando. I really enjoyed this." I was standing outside his car as he dropped me off to my house. Through the rolled down window, I couldn't stop looking at him. "It was my pleasure. I want to see you again, soon." I started to blush.

"Wait, let me give you my actual number."

He immediately responded, "No need. I just need to change the 6 to a 7." I smiled, he remembered.

"I'm expecting some tickets by the way. And don't you dare put me up in the nosebleeds." We laughed together. "I'll see you later Lando."

"Get off your phone Y/N." I quickly dropped my phone into my bag, and looked up at Katie.

"There are no excuses today. We're giving it our all. These points are ours." The changeroom erupted. Today we had Chelsea, and it would absolutely decisive for us in the title race.

I was unlike most of the girl on the team, I preferred to sit and relax before games rather than getting energised early. "Are you messaging who I think you're messaging?" Steph slid in next to me.

"Shut up Steph." She grabbed my shoulders and lightly shook me, "And to think that you didn't want to go to the race." I shooed her away before picking my phone up to play some music.

I shuffled my playlist, and let saturn by sza start playing.

"You alright?" Leah tapped on my shoulder, to which I pulled one of my airpods out. "Yeah, just trying to concentrate you know?"

It was a pain in my knee. It hurt like a bitch. I fell to the ground immediately and clutched my leg. "Fuck fuck fuck." Steph ran straight to me, followed closely by a few of the other girls.

"Shit." Steph held my right knee. No one wanted to say what we thought it was. The dreaded ACL.

"I'm okay, it's fine." I tried to calm the girls down. I had stuck my leg foolishly into a tackle and twisted it slightly.

The physio who had come to aid me, placed a hand on my knee. "Where is it Y/N?" I pointed to the top of my knee. "Okay, you'll be right. Do you want to come off."

"No." He nodded and helped me stand up. "How's it feeling." I put pressure on it. "It's good." We walked off the field and I signalled to Jonas that I was fine.

After a quick treatment of cream and tape, I was ready to join my team again. The fourth official waited until the referee allowed me to come on, and I sprinted back into place.

"You got it Y/N." Leah shouted to me.

"And you're alright yeah?" Katie came around to me after the match ended. We finished strong with a 2-1 win, the goals from Alessia.

"Honestly, I feel fine. The physio said it was probably just a cork." She nodded in understanding. "Rest up, we need you." We walked towards the bench, smiles everywhere.

I looked out beyond the bench and saw Lando. He was standing up, cheering us on, a smiled crept across my face.

Jonas pulled us in for a group talk and, in all honesty, I couldn't focus on anything he was saying. My attention was completely on the fact that I could talk to Lando afterwards. I wasn't sure on how exactly I could go up to him.

"I'm so fucking proud of you girls." Once we were done congratulating each other, I was able to make my way to the seats above the bench.

I took a plethora of photos and signed many jerseys, still waiting for Lando to appear amongst the fans. Once I had finished with the section, I looked up in search of him.

"Y/N!" My name was called out from behind me. I turned around, and after seeing who it was, I walked over.

I threw my hands over Lando's shoulders, as he held my waist in for a hug. "You scared the shit out of me." He looked at me sternly, but it looked my friendly. "I scared the shit out of myself." He laughed. "Hey, look." He stepped slightly away from me and lifted up his hoodie.

Underneath it was our pink Stella McCartney kit. He pulled his hoodie off completely and showed me the back. My last name stood above the number 10.

"It's nice right?" He questioned. "Mhm." My only response. "Only mhm? I spent 200 quid on this!" I laughed at him. "I think I'll do you one better." I pulled the shirt I was wearing off and handed it over to him. "Matchworn, gotta be worth something." I smiled.

"Oh wow, are you serious?" He asked, holding the shirt in his hands. "You don't wanna keep it?" I shook my head. "Nah, I have plenty. Plus now you can start an official Y/N collection."

"Guess this means I'll have to give you my helmet after a race huh?"

"You're already inviting me to a race?" I asked, batting my eyes.

"Well the British GP isn't for a few more months so-" I cut him off before he could finish. "What about Japan?" He looked down at me confused. "What do you mean love?"

"What if I came to Japan? I'm sure they'd let me go down for a day or two." I couldn't help but replicate the smile that was on his face.

He didn't say anything, and instead leaned in.

His lips met mine as he held my face. I kissed him back passionately. Who would've thought that going to a silly race would end like this?

We pulled apart. "You better come to Japan."

lmk if you guys liked this!! i love lando and football sm, so why not mix the two??

say something is coming guys!! i'm in a bit of a slump :/ but my exams will be over soon thankfully

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[goldsbitch]

I could tell them where you were that night

part 3 to I gave so many signs

summary: They shouldn't. They really shouldn't...But they did.

warning: present + flashbacks, mature content, cheating, self pleasure, alcohol and smoking, typos

song fic (disclaimer: rights belong to the respectable owners)

The Alibi - Dylan delicate - Taylor Swift

But if there was a crime If there was a body, if there was a knife If you told a real good, real bad lie I'd be standing by your side

Both of them knew this was not going to end well. This screamed "bad idea" on all levels. He should have just turned and run back home. She should have gone straight back to the bar as soon as she saw his unmistakable figure. There was no one to diffuse the tension, all of her friends were back upstairs ordering another drink. Nobody to play pretend to.

"So you're a smoker now," Charles said with a hint of disgust. She'd cursed herself for ever picking up the habit. He had never made her nervous back in the day, maybe she was cashing it in all now retroactively. Stood there like a lamb waiting for someone else to decide her destiny. Totally at his mercy and he had no idea. "Yeah, for a moment I was. Now just these," she pointed to the latest trendy vape in her hand, which Charles mistook for a cigarette. "Ah. Cool." "Not really," she said and inhaled extra large dose of fruity smoke just to breathe it in his face. The regular rules of proximity didn't seem to apply to to them. If he had been standing closer to her, he'd have to be touching her. "So, you're a runner now?" she took the opportunity she looked him up and down, trying not to let her imagination run too wild. "Always was." "No, you were not," she laughed genuinely. "What are you trying to play at here?" She was right. Charles picked up running with his first real girlfriend. "And what a bizarre thing anyway - to go for a run after a night out," she pointed out and he smirked, as both of them knew she got him with that. "I should not be seen with you for long. Doubt that you'd pass as a fan." It felt like an invitation from him, but she was well aware that he was not inviting her to his home. There was a strange spark in his face, as if he dared her to ask him to come over. Like a shameless devil testing her self control. "I'll take a cab and you can run over to my place. Let's see who'll get there first," she dared him back.

If there was a way That someone at the scene had saw your face I could tell 'em where you were that night You were standing by my side

"You should have told me that you parents were home!" he whispered angrily, as they snuck in like they used to back in the day. Funny how it worked like magic and Charles felt as if he just turned nineteen, terrified of running into Y/N's angry mom. "What? It's not like your place is empty, correct?" she shot arrows at him without waiting for an answer. Shot of guilt went thought Charles and he decided chased that by lying to himself, thinking that this was just a casual catch up with an old friend.

We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

Charles waited on the balcony adjacent to her old high school bedroom, that remained untouched for years, serving as a perfect door for nostalgia, while she made their favorite Moscow mule. He had tasted many of those since they last saw each other. None of those tasted so intoxicating like this one.

"So, big racer boy. Always wondered. Which out of the cities you go to is the most fun?" "Define fun. I'm sure your taste has evolved over the years." Yes, it had. No longer was she blind towards the god like man sitting across from her. "Ok, where did you fuck the most girls?" "Monaco," he smirked at her. He realized he enjoyed teasing her. No longer was he the shy love stuck puppy dancing as she demanded. "You became quite forward, huh? I remember you avoiding these subjects," he followed up, testing the waters. She gave him a long look, before letting a loud sigh out: "Charlie, it's been years. People change. Mature. Gain experience..." "And then come back to where they started, huh?"

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

He leaned a little too close for an old time friend. Slowly, he touched her hand and waited for her to stop him. When she didn't, he tangled his fingers with hers. No longer were they soft baby hands, but adult fingers with tender touch. "I missed you," he said quietly. Old habit kicked in and she avoided his eye contact. But this time, he put his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him, so that she couldn't just dismiss it, like she had so many times back then. "I missed you too." There was an urgency and a vulnerability that he had never heard from her before. It was addicting and intoxicating. He carefully closed the gap between them and their lips brushed so lightly that one could still pass it as friendly touch, if they really really wanted to. But with every second they kept their lips like that, the gap of morally safe evening kept closing inevitably. They stayed like that for just a few seconds, both of them waiting to see if the other one pulls away. Until finally, her lips moved slightly and then there really was no way back. Charles forgot that there ever was anyone else in his life and kissed her slowly. She took his bottom lip in and let her tongue lick it, breaking the soft kiss with urgency only years of daydreaming can bring.

Do the girls back home touch you like I do? Long night with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share

This was bad. Ugly, disrespectful and not something a friend would do. Charles was locked in room again having the luxury to spend few weeks in a sunny Monte Carlo. But sunny days at home also meant that he and Y/N were spending a lot of time together. Charles knew he was head-over-heels for this girl, but kept himself at bay. But these thoughts he was having were a little too much. Inappropriate. Made him feel dirty and shameful. He was just a teenage boy and he just came back from a beach day with his crush. It was impossible to focus on anything, he was suppose be studying for his exam, exploring race strategies, anything! He could have been a good son and helped his mom out. But no, instead he was pacing around his room, desperately trying to block all the images that got burned to his memory under that day's bright sunlight. Why did he even suggest a beach day - and why would she ever agree to that. Stupid idea. Charles was mad at himself for being so stereotypically teenage. For a split second, he stopped with the self-shame and allowed himself to recall this afternoon. Perfect Monaco sunlight hitting Y/N lightly tanned skin, her hair falling out of her messy bun, just begging for him to tuck it behind her ear. This was all still pretty innocent. But then there were the shoulders. The collarbone leading way towards her boobs, covered by a piece of bathing suite fabric, that pushed her cleavage up just a little bit, but it felt like a weapon designer specifically to destroy him. He had to stop himself from looking. When that proved impossible, he opted for looking only when he had his sunglasses on. If only he could take his hand and lightly brush over her nipples, which he couldn't forget about since the Moscow mule night. And then if only he could squeeze her boobs while tracing the line of her waste and over to her ass, also barely covered by a bathing suite. If only he was brave enough to do so, to make his wildest dreams come true and to confess his feelings. To have her come over to his place, look him suggestively in the eye, lick her lips and take him in her pretty little mouth. It didn't matter that she was slightly younger, in his fantasy she was the more experienced one, the one to guide him, instruct him and tell him what she likes. And once he learned, he would make her moan like nobody before, because he would adapt himself to any style she'd want. The visuals of a daydream extension of their today's hang out crept in, and there she was, taking her bra off and inviting him to join her in the water. Free, happy and heavenly hot. By some miracle he managed to avoid having a boner in her company. What he didn't manage was to stop stroking himself while drowning in the thoughts about her and her body, no matter how shameful it was for him. The best orgasm of his life yet had his hands covered with his cum and his head with clouded with growing, never-stoping need for a touch from his crush.

It was a different man kissing Y/N than the boy who had imagined it more times that he would ever admit. Yet still, he was getting to live out his ultimate fantasy, one that he almost forgot he had, until all the desire rushed back in and screamed so loudly he couldn't hear anything else. And the best thing? The best thing was that she was responding enthusiastically, felt as if she was hungry for something only he could have. He was a different man now, experienced, understood the spectrums of what touch could offer. The confidence radiated from him and it was Y/N who was now who danced way over the line of self control. It was her, who drank so much cheap wine in the form of men bad at sex, that she could finally appreciate the Montrachet Chardonnay she overlooked the first time around.

"We should get inside, mon cheri," he whispered into her lips. She understood why and did not want to hear him say it. Because in his silence, she could insert any thought and that was probably better than the hard truth - they were too exposed on her balcony. She nodded and slowly opened her eyes. Even with the dim lights she saw the tender spark in the most captivating shade of blue the world can offer.

Oh damn, never seen that color blue Just think of the fun things we could do

He pressed her to the door frame while devouring her lips. Lines have been crossed and the room was filled with unresolved sexual tension. Charles wanted her - naked and moaning in pleasure. She pulled his hair while they made out and each pull was like gasoline to the fire of his desire. He traced her side with his cheeky finger and then slipped his hand under her t-shirt only to trace the line of her bra and then swiftly cupping her breast. "So you're wearing bras now," he let slip out of his mouth, already fucking her in his thoughts. His comment sparked a distant memory of an evening long gone by now. She was shivering his touch and wanted more and more. "Yeah...but now you're not gonna have to touch yourself alone or secretely," she said, hoping he actually had done that in the past, trying to tease him once more, while grabbing the hem of his belt and pulling him even closer. It worked. He was hard as a rock. He pressed his cock against her and started kissing her neck. She wondered if he understood the cocktail of pleasure and arousal he was preparing for her and felt even a bit shameful to crumble so easily. He felt her cave into his embrace as soon as he touched her neck and made a mental note, so come back to this spot once he was inside her. He thought about her devilish finger making her way to his cock slowly, just painfully slowly. She was teasing him and while he was loving that, he couldn't wait a second longer. He grabbed her hand pushed right onto his erection, which cause her letting out a surprised gasp. "I'm gonna fuck you, Y/N. Say yes if you want me to," he whispered into her neck. Not much second guessing went into her reply. "Yes," she moaned out, causing shivers on his neck. "Really?" he said, unhooking her bra. She smiled. This was no shy unsure Charlie. This was a confident man with intension to make her feel good. "Yes..." With that, he pulled away to help her get her t-shirt off and get rid of the cursed bra. Finally, he could stare as much as he wanted to.

He fucked her like there was no tomorrow. For them there really wasn't a tomorrow, because technically, there wasn't suppose to be a tonight. It was to stay as a blank page, moans written in an invisible ink, for no one but them to read. Morning would bring trouble, reason would wake up and start ordering around. As long as the sun wasn't watching, they were safe, hidden in each other and wrapped by desire.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine all the damn time

part 4

--------------------------------------------------------- @linnmee @itsjustkhaos @rhythmstars @blueflorals

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[haveyouseenherlately]

pov: matty finally comes back from tour

just some fluffy and smutty times after he arrives at your place.

this one is longer than usual as it’s one i had in my drafts from a while ago.

warning: 18+, smut. grammatical errors, typos.

word count: ~2,900

masterlist here.

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it was 17:48 and you stood facing your dirty floor length mirror. you kept messing with your hair, doing your best to tame it but nothing seemed to be working as little bits just kept sticking out at the sides. sigh.

today was the day. after many, many weeks (a lifetime, really) matty was finally coming back to london. you'd been counting down the hours for this night since you last hugged him right outside the uber. "don't miss me too much, darling," he whispered before he kissed your lips one more time, hopped inside the car, and left you standing there, alone.

to say you missed him was an understatement. you tried to keep occupied by picking up extra shifts at the cafe, frequenting the cinema by yourself, rearranging your room several times, anything to keep your mind from that messy curly hair and pretty brown eyes. but nothing worked which made you feel sick to your stomach with longing.

every other minute he made his way back into your thoughts whether you wanted him there or not. you missed his stupid, silly grin. you missed his baggy clothes. you missed his hands tangled in yours. you missed seeing him walk through your door.

it was now 18:12 and you finally finished picking out your outfit. some sheer black tights, a short denim skirt and one of his shirts, the flowery one which he accidentally left at your flat years ago. the buttoned top was too large for your frame, but you didn’t care as it very faintly smelled of coffee, cigarettes and matty.

you were choosing a ring next when a knock at the door made your heart jump. the jewellery didn’t matter anymore as you swiftly ran across your hallway, thankful that your flatmate agreed to spend the night elsewhere because she knew what would end up happening. you smirked because you knew she wasn't wrong...

you swung the door open (a bit harder than you meant to) and there he was, holding one single white flower.

“i’m searching for my girlfriend. do you know where she might be?” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help and laugh at his stupid pickup line. "is that really the best you could come up with during the last few months, healy?"

you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck and pulling yourself in as close as humanly possible. his arms found your waist and the both of you stood there while you felt the warm blood rush through your body.

“i missed you, matty” is all you managed to say before you pulled away just far enough to kiss him on the lips which he eagerly welcomed. he tasted of honey and everything was okay again. “i missed you, too, love.” you kissed once more.

you stepped aside to welcome him in, closed the door in front of you, taking a long, deep breath before turning around. he held out the small flower which you gladly took to place in a small bottle half-filled with water. you enjoyed that he was one for cheesy, romantic gestures because deep down you loved them even if you didn't admit to it.

matty sat down on the floor to take off his beat up sneakers. "huh, so i guess that's where my shirt went," he looked up and pointed at the top you wore. you decided to leave the upper three buttons undone which you hoped he would notice. "but it looks much better on you." he definitely noticed.

———

it was now 20:36. you'd both spent a few hours catching up, matty sharing his stories from tour while you made him a very simple but tasty dinner. "you have no idea how much i missed having food that doesn't come in a greasy paper bag." he ate up every single bit of the meal while you just watched from your spot on top of the kitchen counter, glass wine between your hands.

while you missed him when he was gone, you didn't envy the lifestyle of a touring band. it sounded lonely. even though there were many people around you, it appeared they only wanted to get in your bed. matty didn't seem to mind so it made you wonder if anything might’ve happened between him and others...

you continued to sip your wine, taking mental notes of his current appearance. his eyes were tired yet his greenish cardigan made them sparkle. his hair was slightly shorter than you remembered, yet defined curls still framing his face. he wore his usual necklace but there were some new ones added to the mix. you liked them (he knew you would).

when he finished his food, he got up to wash the dirty dishes and store them away. dear matty wasn't one to keep his own home clean but you appreciated his efforts to be better at your place. thank you.

he walked over to you (still on the countertop), snaked his arms around your waist and placed his head on your chest. you set your wine glass aside to play with his hair, soft and fluffy between your fingers. you definitely missed this.

it wasn't long before the both of you sat on the sofa messily kissing as if to make up for the time he was gone. you'd be lying if this wasn't what you’d been looking forward to the most, yet it still caught you by surprise when you found yourself straddling his lap. you realized what happened and it made your face turn red, which matty instantly noticed.

"are you okay, love?" he kissed the corner of your mouth, "we can always stop if you want." he gently ran his hands up and down your thighs to provide some comfort, eyebrows knitted together wondering if he had done something to upset you.

he had done nothing wrong. you hesitated because for once, you wanted to be in control. and knowing that you had mindlessly crawled on top of him made you realize you were about to make that happen. or at least attempt to.

you grabbed his hands in yours, placing them over his head and behind the sofa as his look of concern turned to that of hunger. you bent down to eagerly kiss him, making your way to his neck and leaving small red love bites all over. you could tell he wanted more as his hips started to shift up and down, but you didn't give him the satisfaction just yet. instead you bit down on his neck one last time before placing your forehead against his. "i want to be the one riding you tonight."

you saw as his pupils dilated at your request, his goofy grin starting to appear before your lips found his again to stop him from talking. (this wasn’t the time for cocky remarks, sorry matthew.) you could feel him melt underneath you as his fingers went soft in your grasp. "do you understand?" all he could do was nod before you bit his bottom lip, finally eliciting a moan from him. this was all the confirmation needed to boost your confidence.

matty gazed at you, slowly panting through parted lips as you brought his arms back over his head and placed his palms on your chest. he understood what you needed from him, as he started touching your breasts making you close your eyes and smile. “fuck, i want you.” he began to unbutton your shirt but you quickly swatted his hands away. “not time for that yet, i’m afraid.” the sounds that came from his lips were just heavenly, want dripping from every groan.

now you were the one who started to remove his cardigan, pulling at the fabric of his white shirt underneath until his upper half was bare. “you’re a thing of beauty.” you couldn’t help but kiss him again, holding on to his shoulders hard enough for your nails to dig into his skin, leaving more marks on his body.

you began to slowly grind your hips against him, feeling his excitement through his jeans. his fingers found your hips as he tried to get you to move faster. you stopped.

right away he knew he made a mistake, causing him to groan in frustration and cover his face with his hands. “this is not fair.” seeing him want you this bad was exactly what you had craved when you daydreamed of this scenario.

you removed his hands from his face and pressed a peck on his nose. “just taking my time to see what you do, baby. clearly it’s not your thing.” this made him chuckle but you could feel the tension building on his body as you slid down his lap, placing yourself on your knees right in front of him.

you pressed your cheek against his thigh, innocently looking up at him, batting your eyelashes at a sexually frustrated matty. you didn’t feel too bad for him.

now that you had started to undo his belt, he gazed down at you, bottom lip quivering between his teeth pleading for you to go faster. you managed to unzip his trousers, right away noticing a wet spot on his boxers which you touched with your thumb, swears leaving his mouth the second he felt you finally pay attention to his cock.

you pulled down his jeans which fell to pool at his ankles. you kissed his tip through the thin fabric, hands moving up to hook on the waistband and tugging it down. the dumb expression on his face was priceless. you had him were you wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.

all of his clothing was finally set aside. a naked matty sat right in front of you and you were pretty sure you could do anything. you still didn't feel bad for him.

———

you quickly glanced at your watch, the hands telling you it was 21:42. still on your knees, you decided it was maybe time to give poor matty some relief. he had tried his best after all.

when you started to stroke his cock, his head fell back and the sounds pouring out of his mouth were otherworldly. his hands were to his sides, grabbing at the fabric of the couch as you continued to move your own fingers up and down at a slow but steady pace.

once again you placed your cheek on his leg and looked up at him, taking a mental picture of wet parted lips, unruly brown hair, and slightly closed eyes.

he finally looked back at you, lifting his right hand to run it through your hair. even though you were giving him a hard time, he was gentle with you, knowing that hurried actions weren't going to get him anywhere tonight. you were glad he now understood. even though you wanted to be in control and make him come undone, you still yearned for softness and care, something which you've always wanted from a relationship but were never lucky to receive. this was the closest you've ever been.

you continued to stroke him while you brought your lips to his tip, taking him in your mouth. "fuck, fuck..." you knew it took all of matty's strength to not thrust his hips into you. good boy, you thought.

after a few minutes of licking and sucking, you stopped (sorry matthew), stood up and grabbed his hands in yours to lead him into your room. when the two of you reached your bed, you kissed him for the millionth time that night before gently pushing him into your bed. you both laughed, matty getting settled on your covers, head on your pillow, all while you took off your skirt and tights.

he stared at you getting undressed, doe eyed and sweet, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. ugh, he was perfect you had to admit.

in only your (well, his) shirt and underwear, you crawled on top of him, carefully sitting on his legs. this is how you had pictured this evening, you above him studying his every action.

you started to undo the remaining buttons of the flowered shirt one by one, taking your time getting to the last one. an excited matty lifted himself on his forearms, sucking at his bottom lip when the shirt fell off your arms and realized you had nothing underneath. "god, you're going to be the death of me."

he grabbed a hold of your thigh, drawing slow circles with his thumb wondering what your next move would be. what he wasn't expecting was to see you slide your hand down your panties and to start rubbing your clit. to be honest, neither did you.

but it felt good. you knew how to please yourself better than anyone and it was made infinitely better by having a horny boy gazing in your direction, lusting after you. his hand had stopped caressing your leg and instead he was holding on to it like his life depended on it. you continued to touch yourself, slowly moving your hips along and never breaking eye contact with him.

it wasn't long after that you inserted a finger, making sure he knew exactly what you were doing. you didn't confess that you did this same thing many times while he was gone, thinking of fucking him senseless. that's what you now wanted, too.

you pulled your hand out of your underwear and swiftly took them off in the process, finding yourself naked on top of a patient matty. you didn't waste any more time as you moved forwards, gently touching his lips as he opened his mouth to hungrily suck on your fingers. you wanted him to taste you, his moans reassuring you he was enjoying every second of it.

once your fingers were wet enough, you went straight for his cock again, but moved at a much faster pace than before. the poor boy couldn't keep a hold himself anymore, loud whimpers echoing off the walls and his whole body twitching underneath you. "please, fuck me." that's all you needed to hear before you kneeled forward to place him at your entrance and finally start riding him.

the sensation of him filling you up felt unlike anything else, making you arch your back in hopes of getting even closer to him. you couldn't go slow any longer, but your movements were still calculated, wanting to savour every single moment.

"you feel so good, sweetheart," he managed to mumble out between moans. his head was on the pillow, a lewd expression on his face as you continued to grind your hips against him, his hands firmly holding on to ensure you didn't stop.

your hair started to stick to your body as sweat appeared on your skin. you leaned back a little to keep yourself upright, while also giving him a better view. you knew exactly what you were doing and he took notice. a string of swears stumbled out of him, a look of nothing but hunger across his face as you kept thrusting yourself against him. "matty, please touch me."

you didn't need to ask him twice before he propped himself up to a sitting position and started to grab your breasts while you continued to fuck him. there was no harshness to his touch, which you greatly appreciated, a deep contrast to your hips frantically bucking back and forth on his hard cock.

his mouth went to your neck, placing small kisses wherever he could while moaning your name against your skin. it was all too much and not enough. he cupped your face, resting his forehead against yours, both breathing heavily and quietly laughing at the same time. just as the flower he gave you earlier that day, these cheesy, small gestures were what you craved the most. "matty."

it was at that moment that you hit your high, unable to control your movements any longer and giving yourself permission to let go as he held your body close. your head fell back as he carefully grabbed the side of your neck to ensure you didn't go far. a few seconds later you felt warmth as he came inside you, crying your name once again.

you kept your arms wrapped around each other for a while, him kissing the top of your head asking if you were okay. you nodded against his neck, unable to move much as most of your energy had all been spent.

eventually he fell down on his back and looked at you, “fuckin' hell, that was amazing.” he was still catching his breath, you both were. “maybe i should go on tour more if this is the welcome i get.” that earned him a pillow smack on the side of the head. “don’t get any ideas, healy. you got lucky this time.”

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[bunnysbrainrot]

If You Change Your Mind - Ch. 2

Relationships: Dean x Reader, Friends to lovers Summary: After a confusing confession from Dean, you've spent many days processing his words. Though you had been in contact since, things still feel distant. Neither of you touched the subject since, but as it loomed over your head, you had to get some peace of mind. Content: NSFW content. Fluff, kissing, dry humping, and then some (you'll see what I mean).

You stared at your phone, eyes scanning over the last text you had sent Dean. The words laid plainly on the screen, reminding you of the risk you took until a reply came. It felt like your heart was in your throat, ears hot with anxiety. Hey, can we talk?

Ten minutes go by, still nothing. You hoped that he would be asleep, and it would be unaddressed by morning, completely ignored and avoided. Placing your phone down on the nightstand, you switched off your bedside lamp and slipped under the covers.

Until the buzz of your phone snapped you back to attention.

Shooting up in bed you reached for your phone. It was Dean, which granted some relief, but you had yet to read the message.

About what?

A series of typos sat in the text box from the nerves that caused your hands to tremble. You sorted through the different ways you could tell him. That you wanted to talk to him about what he said. About how he wanted to try for you both, together. But only if things were better. You had yet to explain to him that you had endured so much alongside the Winchester brothers, and that that alone should prove your devotion. You had already struggled in these past six months, and the brothers had been your biggest support. How different, or worse, could things get? The Winchesters, seemingly, could battle just about anything that's thrown at them. In a way they were practically invincible, always fighting back. This is what called to you when you met the brothers and learned about the monsters that lurked in broad daylight. To fight alongside someone else through thick or thin was something that gave you a sense of pride, of purpose.

There wouldn't be an easy way to talk to Dean about this - to him, it could seem like you were just trying to coax him out of the boundary he made. But, it could be worth a try to share your feelings with him regardless.

I was thinking about last week - I had a few more things to say. It can wait for another time though, I know it's late.

You sat the phone on your lap, expecting a quick reply. Fortunately you were right, seeing a text that read:

It's been a long day. You get some rest, and we can talk about this in the morning, k?

His casual texting habit was back, to your relief. When he would get heated, Dean would become far more passive aggressive. That kind of attitude was what kept you from addressing the tension for this long. There as simply no way of knowing how it would've affected either of you if you didn't wait. Fingers padding on the phone screen, you gave him one final text for the evening.

See you in the morning, Dean. Sleep well.

--

The clock read 2:26 A.M. as you lay in bed, staring lazily at the ceiling. To your dismay you hadn't been able to fall asleep, chocking it up to nerves of the conversation you would have in a mere few hours. Releasing a sigh, you flipped off the covers, slipped on some house shoes and made your way to the kitchen.

"Some tea should help," you muttered to yourself.

You turned a corner, jolting at the sight of a bewildered Dean, looking just as shocked as you. A quiet moment passes to let you calm yourselves, though your nerves still remained on edge.

Dean cleared his throat, "Can't sleep?"

"You too, huh?"

He nodded with a smile, sticking his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. A while back, you insisted on him wearing more comfortable clothes to bed, showing him a brand you highly recommended. Ever since that day, he wore them to bed every night. He did truly seem more rested in the past few months. You gave him a weak smile in return.

"Did... did you still want to wait until the morning?" You broached.

"Is it what's keeping you awake?"

You give a small nod, your silence telling him everything he needed to know. It would be better to do this now. Hell, it was keeping him awake, too. Placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyes were warm and inviting, somehow without a hint of sorrow like before.

"We can talk about it in my room," he offered, stepping past you to guide the way to his bedroom. You had only been in it one other time, as he kept most things private, and could recall the minimalist design, with a sense of coziness to it.

As you both stepped through the door, the smell of sandalwood and pine filled your nose. Unmistakably the smell of Dean Winchester. A smile tugged at your lips while you watched Dean close the bedroom door, motioning to the bed for you to take a seat. He kept some distance, but took a spot on the bed alongside you.

"So, you wanna start?" Dean requested.

You sighed, adhering to the half-assed script you made for this.

"You said that we couldn't be together unless things get better. Dean, I'm not sure if any of this will get... 'better'. You've always been fighting something, there's hardly a time where things are perfect. I learned that when I became a hunter, too," Dean's eyes locked onto you as you spoke, listening intently to your words.

"Things might not get better, but I think it's a bullshit reason for you to just give it all up. Hell, Sam's a weak spot for you, and the bad guys took advantage of you for it. But it never mattered in the end. Because Sam made you stronger."

Dean looked toward the space between you on the bed, his hand inches away from yours, yet impossible to move. He wanted nothing more than to reach for you, to comfort you, to show that he was listening.

"I think... that it could be like that for us, too."

The noise in the room dropped to an empty silence, with both you and Dean looking at each other, as if there was nothing else in the room. In the world. All there was left was you.

"I," he began, "I thought about that, too. Believe me, I did. I tried like hell to think of a world where this wouldn't be so hard for us. But I also know that, in all that prophecy crap, that my life was never something I could choose. It was going to be a challenge no matter what. The big bad would find me one day, and I had to face it."

It was your turn to listen, watching his face change as he spoke - ranging from frustration, to exasperation, to something akin to hopefulness.

"What you said made me think. Like, really think, that maybe if there is a risk, maybe it would be worth it. Not for the thrill, or for the selfishness, but to choose myself for a change. And to choose you, too. 'Cause, honestly?"

A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning your head to face him dead on. His palms were rough, calloused from years of wielding weapons and tools.

Dean's eyes flashed with an earnest glint, "You were right."

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"About changing my mind," he leaned in toward you, his gaze drifting down to your lips. With your heart fluttering in your chest, you closed your eyes until the two of you shared the same air, your quick, shallow breaths mixing with his shakier ones. "I can't promise you everything, but I swear... on my life. I'm gonna keep you safe."

One of your hands had found Dean's in the midst of the talking, intertwining your fingers into his. Knowing the intentions behind his words left you breathless, relief was too little of a word to describe what you felt in that moment. The gap between you closed as Dean's lips met yours, fitting perfectly as the two of you pushed things further. The hand that was once on your cheek now carded its way into your hair, rough fingers weaving around until he had you in a secure hold. You groaned against his mouth, to which he replied with a whine of his own.

You closed the gap, letting your body fall into his. Dean's touch was gentle in contrast to his rough hands, freeing from your intertwined hands and sliding to your thigh. Warmth radiated from his skin onto yours, sending an ache through your body for more. Dean's groans filled your senses while they followed your own, your own duet of pleasure and release. His hands loosened to find your hips, tugging you ever closer until you had shifted into his lap. The stubble around his lips chaffed against your skin but went ignored. There was no time to mind that when your mind was lost in his touch. As you had dreamt about before, Dean's lips were soft, and talented even more so.

Dean gave your hips a firm squeeze, begging for you to move against him. As he expected, you gave in, rolling your hips onto his thighs. Something tightened in your core as Dean's body reminded you of his lack of rough jeans. The sleek fabric of his pajama pants left no space between the apex of your thighs and his growing bulge beneath it. And just from the feel of it, you knew the theory you had on his size was right.

After what felt like an eternity, Dean broke the kiss to gather his breath. The two of you panted, looking at the position you settled into during the frenzy. Part of you expected to find a shadow of regret in his eyes but found none. There was nothing but the wild glint of lust. He offered you a lazy smile as he leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at you on top of him. You braced against him with your hands to his midsection, looking down at the man with heavy lidded eyes.

He could torture you in the finest ways and he knew it.

Prick.

"Tell me what you want," commanded Dean, his tone assertive. When you didn't reply, Dean pushed his hips up into yours, grinding his length into you, giving your swollen clit the friction you had been longing for. You let out a whine as you tried to form the words, but found it impossible.

"You've gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart," another tug from Dean sent a second wave of pleasure rippling through you. A soft moan slipped past your lips, music to Dean's ears.

In a frenzy you gripped his hand and brought it to your chest, the both of you falling parallel to the bed. Dean let out a grunt of approval before giving your breast a firm squeeze. He followed your lead, roaming freely wherever you guided him - your breasts, your ass, the hem of your shirt.

He gave you a smile, his gravelly voice shuddering through you, "Strip for me."

As if on instinct your hands tugged the hem of your shirt over your head, the cold air of the room hitting your hardened nipples. Dean's eyes followed your motions before landing on your chest, admiring the sight before him. A broad hand pushed on your back to lower you to him, your chest hovering inches above his mouth. His panting breaths flew over your skin, a tempting false sense of pleasure before his mouth found a nipple, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud. You stifled back a moan against your hand, arching your back into him. Dean chuckled at your sounds, a symphony of moans that had his hips bucking into yours.

"Dean, I- aah," you gasped, his mouth still intently teasing your nipple, "I need more."

He reared his head back and gave you a devious smile, "I know you do, honey, but you gotta wait."

Dean's hands reached for the hem of your sleep shorts, tugging at the elastic until they were pulled past your ass. The cold air finally hit your soaked slit, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"You see," said Dean, slipping a hand to cup your ass, his slender fingers nearing your underwear. "With me, sweetheart... I take my time. Wanna know why?"

Your eyes finally met his to find a serious look on his face, "It's because I want to hear every moan and whine that comes outta the pretty little mouth of yours." It felt like your insides had turned to jelly, legs shaking as his fingers moved ever so closer to your throbbing cunt. In that moment all you needed was Dean, in any way he was willing to use you.

Without warning, Dean brought a finger between your thighs, running along the wet slit waiting for him. He let out a deep sigh, a grin on his lips.

"Oh, sweetheart. What am I gonna do with you?"

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural smut #supernatural #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #spn #spnfandom #dean winchester smut

[junnieverse]

KISS AND TELL ➳ C. SOOBIN

➙ synopsis: you and soobin had been best friends for as long as you could remember and during the course of your friendship you developed a crush on him. Could confessing be the right way to go?

pairing: choi soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au

word count: 1.3k

warnings: not proofread so there may be a few typos I didn't notice.

"(Y/N)!!"

Not failing to recognise the voice, your door was busted open as Soobin excitedly ran into your room and leaped on top of you disrupting your once peaceful relaxation in bed.

"Geez Soob, you're so heavy dude." you groan in pain feeling his weight on you as he laughed.

Choi Soobin had been your best friend for the past eight years and over the time you managed to developed a small, tiny, itsy bitsy HUMONGOUS crush on him.

I mean who could possibly blame you, Soobin was adorable, funny, had the cutest chubby cheeks, pretty eyes, tall, handsome and had such a caring heart.

Just perfect.

"I just missed my best friend." he said giving you a tight hug not moving in the slightest no matter how much you tried pushing him off of you.

"Okay, now get off before I tickle you." you tell him still attempting to use all your strength to get him to let go.

"Say it back now or I'm not moving," he interjected as he lifts his head sticking his tongue out at you teasingly.

Feeling your cheeks heaten up at the close proximity you were both in, you mentally debate whether or not to say it back but decide to rather stay quiet having secretly enjoyed this affectionate side of his.

"So we're just gonna stay and cuddle like this?" you ask shyly as he nods with his head laid between the crook of your neck.

"Not unless you say it back, unless you didn't miss me," he tells you.

"Well ofcourse I missed you... now get off," you admit to which Soobin chuckles holding onto you even closer.

"No I'm good, it's more comfortable this way," he teases you as you only sigh in response.

It was the things like this Soobin did that made your heart want to beat right out of your chest.

He wasn't even actively flirting with you and yet he had you wrapped right around his finger.

You then slowly reached out your one hand to gently massage his head since you knew how much he enjoyed those and you both stayed laying in bed that way enjoying the comfortable silence.

Using your other free hand to busy yourself on social media, you soon found yourself scrolling through Tiktok and came across one challenge in particular which caught your attention.

'Kiss your best friend challenge'

You had seen a few people doing this challenge all over your feed, some being successful whilst others... weren't.

What was crazy was the fact that you were actually considering trying this with Soobin.

I mean there's absolutely no possible way he would even kiss back, all you were to Soobin was his best friend of many years and despite being happy with that title, you knew you wanted more out of it too.

Seemingly lost in thought, you're brought back to reality feeling Soobin poke your cheek.

"You okay? You zoned out for a good minute there," he asks poking your cheek again playfully as he showed his infamous dimpled smile.

"Huh? Oh uh, yeah, I'm okay Binnie. Just thinking." you tell him smiling softly to not worry him.

Could you ever really confess to him?

This challenge could either make or break your relationship with Soobin and you weren't sure you were ready to take that grand leap of faith that could change everything between you both.

Be it for the good or bad.

Honestly the logical side of you was saying no but your heart and intuition was saying you had to take the risk to see results.

And that's what you were going to do.

"Hey Soobin?" you called out to him as he hummed in response.

"Could I try this Tiktok with you?"

"What's the challenge?" he asks curiously sitting up as you did the same.

Setting up your ring light to use as a tripod, you then set the phone in front of where he was seated.

"Don't worry. You just need to sit next to me and look pretty like always."

You proceeded to set the timer and countdown and waited for the music.

Making your way back to him, you sit down next to Soobin and he awkwardly smiled looking at you signalling to ask what is going on.

The music started playing and you held Soobin's hands placing them around your waist as he looked at you completely confused.

"Here we go," you mumbled under your breath.

When the timing was right, you gently placed your hands on his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Just as you were prepared to pull away and deal with the rejection you were left baffled when he kissed back!

Smiling into the kiss, you felt his grip tighten around your waist as he laid you down on the bed hovering over you to deepen the kiss.

You then realise what just happened and pull away and jolt up from your position in the bed as your eyes widen in pure shock.

"W-what in the world just happened..." you mumbled to yourself as your fingers gently touched your lips.

Looking over at Soobin who was turning as red as a tomato, you excitedly hug him as he hugged you back.

Pulling away, you let out a deep breath before confessing, "I like you Soobin... a lot."

"I like you too (Y/n)... a lot." he tells you shyly as you both laugh at the turn of events.

Maybe making the Tiktok wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"How about I take you out on a real first date soon? But before that, I have a suprise for you in the kitchen." He says sheepishly smiling as he looks down.

How can someone this big be so adorable, he's such a baby.

"Well what are we waiting for then, let's go."

He then crouched in front of you and usually someone would be suprised at this but Soobin sometimes enjoyed carrying you on his back.

You then hopped on his back holding on tightly and went on your way to the kitchen.

Soobin then sat you down on the counter as he proceeded to then open the oven and showed you the tray of bread rolls.

"You made those?" you ask as the whiff of the freshly made bread hit your nose

"Yep, and obviously it wouldn't be fun to eat them alone so I thought we could enjoy them together." he says looking proud of how his baked goods turned out.

He looked through one of the cabinets searching for plates and he got two out so you could both evenly share the rolls.

You both casually conversed enjoying the bread Soobin had made and before you knew it, your plate had been cleared.

In all fairness Soobin did an amazing job, it all tasted amazing.

Although it did seem like Soobin had one left...

Slowly maneuvering your hand onto the plate whilst he wasnt paying any attention, you stole his bread roll and ran into your bedroom as he chased closely behind you managing to catch up.

"Yah! I know you stole my last bread roll!" he yelled as he tackled you trying to tickle you in an effort to get his bread.

Finally giving in, you gave Soobin his bread as you laid in bed trying to calm yourself down from all the intense laughing.

He broke the bread in half giving you a piece and he playfully rolled his eyes as you thanked him.

Placing a quick kiss to his cheek you watched him redden in suprise and you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"I'm glad you did that Tiktok challenge." he says pulling you closer.

"Yeah?"

"Because now I can actually kiss you whenever I want."

Nodding in agreement you finally closed the gap between each other feeling his soft lips on yours once again.

This was a feeling you would definitely never get used to.

And it was all thanks to a Tiktok challenge.

All you had to do was kiss and tell

#junnieverse.zip #soobin #choi soobin #soobin x reader #tomorrow x together #txt #txt soobin #txt x reader #txt oneshots #txt fluff #txt scenarios #txt imagines #soobin fluff #soobin oneshot #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop oneshots

[surshica]

NINTENDO SWITCH !

NINETEEN - greedy for love

masterlist <3

AN : there is probably so many typos and errors but like ITS OKAY yall can shit on me abt it, my feelings dont get hurt that easily 😭😭 this is an apology for the last chapter BUT IT MAKES UP FOR IT EHHEHEHEHEHE. based of the song greedy by miss ariana grande

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“it was a misunderstandingggg im sorryyy” mira fake cried shaking chishiya whom was sitting on her chair near her desk; the unamused look on his face gave everything away. shock and horror washed through mira, “no you know what! i couldve just name dropped her if you wanted too!” “that would’ve made it better huh? huh chishi?!” pushed his shoulder a little harsh crowing her arms together pointing her nose to the air.

“no that would’ve made it worse since it would make me like like a pussy” he groaned putting his hands on the shoulder mira pushed. “EXACTLY so don’t go acting mad at me for saying her.” mira scoffed sticking out her tongue. chishiya let out an amused huff.

he was quiet upset but at the end there was literally nothing he could do since he waited so long bundling up his feelings. “still though..you could’ve said you were joking.” “and you shouldn’t of bundled up those feelings you’ve had for her!” “fair.” “very much fair.”

“and does she know i like her?” an amused grin popped up on his face as mira shrugged her shoulders, “she may be stupid but she probably isn’t that fucking stupid.” “well maybe! but she is a smart girl i think she figured it out when she had the sleepover with the girls..” mira smacked her lips twice before plopping her self onto the bed.

the soft compact of the mattress against her back made her smile, turning her head to face chishiya “to be honest. both of you suck at your feelings.” mira’s words felt as cold as ice. her eyes were empty as if they had no life in it, “ouch?” chishiya playfully frowned.

“i mean it is the truth,” a long dramatic sigh left her lips “ i mean i have so many reasons as to why you both suck and think it’s unreciprocated love.” she moved her head to look at the bland white ceiling with circle shaped lights engraved into it. “go on. im introduced in your thought.” chishiya was quite intrigued. he felt as if he did his best to be flirty with her in his own chishiya like manners.

“well for starters! you suck at giving signs, she thought you were just challenging her to some MORE academics which pushed the agenda of her wanting to be rivals with you. she even vowed TO HERSELF she was going to be rivals with you till she dies. she completely mistook you being a tease in a loving way for you wanting to be better than her!” mira had a thin a-line smile as chishiya furrowed his eyebrows letting out a small hum.

“secondly! you yourself chishiya, you’re like a heartthrob that doesn’t want to be a heartthrob. you have all these girls wanting to marry you so yn probably took that as you never looked at the way she looked at you! which makes me laugh..you can’t even express your feelings and you always have the same look on your face! like YOU HAVE A NICE SMILE WHY DONT YOU TRY SMILING INSTEAD OF GRINNING for a change!” mira three her hands up in the air as chishiya gave her the disappointed parent look.

“there are so many more reasons but thirdly, god you are so hard to break through. you’re always serious and maybe for a change you could like loosen up, you’re so head focused on your studies that sometimes you forget that the whole academic rivals is an act. AND GOING BACK TO REASON ONE IT TIES IN. like chishiya sometimes i want too just—“ mira was cut off by him throwing a plushie at her face. “OKAY OKAY. i understand jeez.”

mira rolled her eyes lifting herself up going the the kitchen living room with chishiya trailing behind her, “i understand damn. that felt more like a let’s hate on chishiya moment then a tell me an actual reason moment.” he rolled his eyes grabbing a water bottle from the fridge as mira sat herself on the counter eating a bag of cookies.

“everyday is an i hate chishiya moment. the way you cock a grin, hell even a smirk makes me want to deck you in the face. you rich bastard” mira munched on her chips—chishiya faked a hurt looked expression on his face. “that hurt.” he blunted. mira shrugged her shoulders; the sound of yn’s door room opening caught both of their attention.

“miraaa, do we have anymore green tea bottles~” yn had a tired like whine escape her lip; “check the fridge i think i bought more!” mira continued to munch on her cookies. chishiya opened the fridge handing yn a cold green tea bottle, “here.” a small think lip smile was predominate on his face.

yn’s mouth formed an o shape looking up at him, she took the bottle from him. her fingers grazed his; the ever so slightest blush formed on her cheeks, she shook it off remember that he had a girl. chishiya’s usual hard cold stare softened when he looked at her. he hated the idea of misunderstandings; he wanted to clear up this air but he didn’t know how too.

mira read the room and cocked a grin on her lips, “if you need me i’ll be in my room watching some horimiyaaa~” she jumped down from the counter skipping to her room. the two just stood near eachother in silence, it was very tense almost as if it was waiting for someone to talk. it was like that for a good soild five minutes.

chishiya cleared his throat, he softened gaze couldn’t look away from hers. the red undertones from what looked like tears; the puffiness. he wanted to hold her. “yn.” his voice didn’t come out louder than he expected—it was soft yet stern. “chishiya. what are you doing here?” her voice was harsh yet gentle.

“well..well i was here because mira invited me here.” a small oh escaped her lips, a forced like smile was formed on her lips “that’s nice! i’m studying for the mid term tomorrow,” yn sighed “its really kicking my ass.” chishiya chuckled at that. “i forgot that we had that..just my luck.” chishiya had stuffed his hands in his pockets. his eyes slowly wandered around her face. his eyes landed on his soft lips, so many thoughts had wondered through his mind.

“well isn’t that just my luck! i can finally beat you in something, god. that makes me feel so..” an actual smile was shown on her lips. it was almost out of pure excitement. “so..???” “so..happy.”

“i could finally kick your ass in something that matters, this is my victory right here. i cracked the key.” yn had taken a swig of the green tea sighing in pure bliss; chishiya furrowed his eyebrows walking closer to the girl—closing the gap between them. his eyes moved from her lips to her eyes. yn’s eyes had a look as if it had a plan behind it.

yn had figured out chishiya wasn’t looking at her eyes anymore. a smirk formed on her lips, “you know chishiya we all can’t have what we want.” she sucked on her teeth. her eyes had a seduced like look that captivated chishiya. “and for that you are a greedy bastard.” chishiya was not even in his right state of mind. the thoughts had flowed through his mind, so many intrusive thoughts.

the thought of having her in his arms, the thought of her lips against hers, the thought of her cuddling up to his body. god he wanted all of that. he scoffed at the idea of him being greedy. he wasn’t greedy.

yn had pulled herself closer to chishiya, getting on her tippy toes to become ever so slightly his height, she wasn’t shorter then him but wasn’t taller either. “the greed has finally gotten into you chishiya. and im laughing.” she whispered in his ear with a smirk like smile prompted on her face.

chishiya’s breathing was hitched for a second, maybe a second too long. yn planted a soft kiss on his cheek; she got off her tippy toes turning her heel to go back to her room. the soft lips against his cheek made him blush.

it had snapped him out his daydream; he thought to himself maybe he wouldn’t have this opportunity again to be so close to her. he couldn’t let it slip. he really couldn’t. he had let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.

“fuck it.” he grumbled—he grabbed yn by the wrist spinning her around to him; it took her by surpise. he lifted her up seating her on the countertop, “me greedy? im never greedy” he snarled at her, smashing his lips against hers.

the kiss was rough catching yn by surprise, to say she enjoyed it would be an understatement. a surge of butterflies had formed in her stomach; heat rushing to her face, wrapping her arms around his neck. her smirk liked grin turned into an excited smile. she kissed him back with the same rough tone but ever so slightly softer. chishiya had wrapped her arms around her waist, a smile had formed on his lips.

“god i should’ve done this way before…” he groaned as he broke off the kiss, more heat rushed to her face as he broke off the kiss. “you’re so annoying and greedy chishiya..” she rolled her eyes pulling him back in for another kiss.

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tags !!

pink doesn’t work

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#chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya headcanons #chishiya fluff #chishiya imagine #chishiya smau #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya fic #꒰ა 🎧 ─ nintendo switch : .. ꒱ #- surshica ♥︎

[willaferrreyra]

okay but like, a fic where y/n works for kendall and is arguing with him for whatever reason and he kisses you in the middle of it?

honesty is such a lonely word — kendall roy x fem!reader

gif not mine

an argument breaks out as you help kendall prepare for his birthday party

851 words

contains: assistant!reader, strong language, kendall being an asshole, angst to fluff, happy ending :)

disclaimer: i do not proofread my work so please excuse any grammar mistakes/typos. i hope you enjoy! i really loved writing this request <3

You still remember the warnings that you received when you first accepted the job as Kendall Roy's assistant.

"He's a coked-up daddy's boy," your best friend remarked. "That's a recipe for an abusive working relationship, don't you think?"

And you took the warnings to heart. During your first week as Kendall's assistant, you were walking on eggshells around him, afraid that he would fly off the handle at the drop of a hat.

But he never did.

Kendall was a good boss, a great one even. Sure, he had his moments, but he always treated you with kindness and respect. He treated you like a friend.

Which is why you were surprised to find yourself in a quickly-escalating argument with him over something as stupid as his birthday plans.

"No, no, no. Say that again," he said. "What you just said, say it again."

"I said," you began. "That this party is screaming mid life crisis tech billionaire asshole. It's not you."

"Uh huh, that's what I thought you said. What the fuck makes you think that you can talk to me like that?"

An expression that resides somewhere between confusion and anger washed across your face.

You talked to Kendall like this all the time. At this point, you were more of an advisor than an assistant. You had gone to business school and you knew what you were talking about, so Kendall regularly consulted with you when it came to business. He respected your opinion and he especially respected how you were willing to tell the truth — even if it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

But none of that seemed to matter now. Now you were just an assistant who was expected to keep her mouth shut and nod.

"Ken," an exasperated chuckle escaped your throat. "I'm just being honest with you. That's our thing, I always tell you the truth. Do you want me to to start lying to you now just so you'll feel better about yourself?"

"Y/N, I don't want you to fucking lie, alright? Of course not. But I'd appreciate a little bit of respect, yeah? I didn't ask for your opinion on the party. Your job is to listen to what I want and to make it happen. Or is that too fucking difficult for you?"

And with that, you decided to stop being civil.

"Oh you want to talk about respect?" you retaliated. "Let's talk about respect. Let's talk about how this is no way to treat your goddamn friend."

Kendall's eyes widened at your use of the word "friend". You could've said assistant. Coworker even. But, no. You chose to say friend. Kendall didn't have many of those, not real ones anyways. Instead of firing back with another insult, he just continued to look at you, a lump forming in his throat. Was it guilt? Appreciation? Anger? He couldn't tell.

"I have stood by you," you continued. "Through your worst times. Your lowest of fucking lows. I've seen high out of your mind, I've seen you break down, I mean, fuck, I've seen you sick! I brought you soup when you had the flu! I've been here, not just as your assistant, but as your friend, and I will NOT let you stand here and talk to me like that."

Kendall continued to look at you, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how to communicate just how grateful he was for all that you've done. Unsure of how to apologize. The fact that you looked so beautiful when you got angry certainly wasn't helping him come up with a coherent response.

He'd always thought that you were beautiful but something about the way you looked now, hair slightly out of place, sleeves rolled up revealing the dainty bracelet that you wore each day, chest heaving up and down as you breathed heavily. You were positively mesmerizing.

"Oh, the silent treatment. I see," you returned his gaze. "Fine, I'll just go review the fucking guest list then. You wi—"

Before you had the chance to finish your thought, Kendall's lips collided with yours. He poured everything that he was thinking into that kiss. I'm sorry. I appreciate you. Please forgive me for being a ridiculous asshole. And you felt all of it. Every single emotion he poured into you, you gladly received.

By the time he pulled away, you felt like you were drunk. Was the room spinning or was your pounding heart playing tricks on you?

"Ken, I-" you started.

He shook his head. "No, fuck, I don't know where that came from. I'm sorry. Sorry for the kiss and the fucking argument. That wasn't cool."

"You don't need to apologize," you reached out to grab his hand. "For the kiss, that is. I accept the apology for the argument."

He smiled and ran his thumb up and down the back of your hand.

"You're sure you won't be too embarrassed showing up to a party that screams mid life crisis tech billionaire asshole?"

"For you?" you laughed. "I’ll manage.”

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #succession #succession fic

[peachyloveswriting]

So sorry to ask, but is your requests open for something angsty with a sweet ending? With Vash ofc, I'm even willing to pay ❤️ (I have some ideas and I can share with how I feel if it helps ❤️)

I’m going to tell you two things. 1.) I head canon that Plants can calm someone via touch but it depends on what type. Some can only do it on accident. 2) ignore any typos.

Upholder of the law — Vash the Stampede

Summary: It’s a long story to even tell Vash about your past, yet here it comes to bite you in the ass after you get arrested by the law.

Warning: major angst, death mentions

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Vash ran to your side, eyes filled with worry and concern. Your whole body ached as you stumbled and looked up at him through blurry eyes. A harsh cough left your lips as he reached your side.

“Oh my god.” He muttered as he put your arm around his shoulder to help you walk. “What did they do to you?” He asked with worry as he began to walk you back towards the town. You groaned quietly, your head throbbing in pain as the pinch in your side grew worse.

“Nothing I didn’t deserve.” You croaked. Your voice was rough and dry. You sounded as bad as a smoker.

Vash gave you a desperate, sad look. “Don’t say that.” He whined in a soft voice. “How did you get away?”

You stared at the ground in pain, your thoughts wandering over the days before. You honestly weren’t sure how to tell Vash what happened. It was all just mental torture on the laws behalf. You knew they could be sick but what they did to you was beyond anything you could ever hope on your worse enemy. The thought of your brother passed your mind and you flinched inwardly, tears stinging your eyes.

Vash took your silence as your way of telling him you didn’t want to talk to him about it. He respectively didn’t say anything else and helped you back to his motel room he’d purchased for the week.

As he brought you in, Vash set you down on the stiff bed and carefully laid you on your back. “Sorry.” He mumbled quietly as you groaned in pain. Very quickly he pulled his hands away from you and rushed to find stuff for your wounds.

You quietly stared at the ceiling as he rushed back to your side and started tending to the injuries you had. There wasn’t many but enough to make you tired. All the way your mind only wavered back to your brother. That was the whole reason you ran with Vash in the first place, you killed him on accident. You never meant too, it bothered you but you felt somewhat at peace know it was accidental…but now…

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A large hand grabs the back of your head and slams your face into the cold metal table, blood splatters from your nose as you call out in pain.

“How does it feel?” Warm breath fanned over your ear as your interrogator leaned in close. His voice was deep, the kind that rumbled his chest when he spoke. “How does it feel knowing that your brothers blood is on your hands, huh?” His fingers grasp your hair and snatch your head up painfully. The blood trickling from your nose tickles as you glare up at him.

“Do you remember the blood on your hands? Do you remember how amazing and warm it felt?” He teased. He snatched your head back further, making your whole body move with it. It scoots the chair beneath you. You clench your jaw. “I didn’t mean too I-“

He slams your face back into the table, you scream in pain as he fully grinds your face into the metal. “The look on his face when you killed him was terrifying wasn’t it? I bet he screamed when it happened…I’ll even bet he hates you for it.” He knows what he’s doing to you, he wants to mentally torture you for this. “I’ll bet he never expected that your face would be the last he ever saw.” His tone is sickeningly sweet.

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You clench your eyes shut as the memories come flooding back, your eyes burn as your throat and chest squeeze. A loud sob leaves your lips and you raise your hands to cover your face.

“It wasn’t my fault!” You cry out. Vash drops what he’s doing, your name tentatively leaving his lips as he looks up at you.

“What’s wrong?” He leans forward and grabs your wrist to pull it away from your face. “C’mon-“ You snatched yourself from his touch and sat up, pushing yourself away.

“Don’t touch me!” You yell as you pull your knees yo your chest, your breathing uneven and heavy.

Vash flinches as you shout. His hand instinctively pulls away before he lifts himself sit on the edge of the bed with worry and concern swimming in his eyes. “It’s okay.” His voice is soft and reassuring. “I’m not sure what they did to you up there but I can promise you that you’re okay. It’s safe.” He gently extends his hand to you.

You stare at his hand with teary eyes as your lips tremble and your heart pounds in your chest. “No. I don’t deserve your care.” You hiss almost angrily.

His brows raise in surprise and he frowns. “Why would you not-“ you cut him off sharply. “Because I killed my own brother!” You clench your jaw as you watch Vash, gauging his reaction. He stares at you in shock, his mouth agape and his eyes wide. Quickly he snaps his mouth shut and his eyes seem to darken.

“That’s no excuse for you to not deserve care. I’m sure whatever happened was for a good reason.” His eyes are still soft as he grabs your hand in his. You try to flinch away but your back is already pressed against the corner as far as if can go and you’re stuck. “That doesn’t change the fact that I killed him!” Your voice cracks.

He brings up both of his legs into the bed so he can slide closer. “That doesn’t change the fact that I want to help you.” He reassures you as he shakes his head. He’s now sitting directly in front of you, his hand still holding yours with a firm squeeze.

“But it was my fault.” Your voice is quieter and shaking as you speak.

Vash still doesn’t back away and he grasps your other hand. Now holding them both close to his chest. “That won’t change my mind.” He offers you a gentle smile. “I know you…you’re not a bad person. In fact, you’re the most amazing person I know and what you’ve done in the past doesn’t hold jurisdiction over what you do and don’t deserve.”

You stifle a sob as you lower your head. Unable to respond. Vash continues. “They tortured you didn’t they?” His voice is suddenly much softer as he asks this.

You nod with a sharp cry as you slump forward. Letting your hands go, Vash pulls you close. His strong arms wrap around you securely. He softly brushes his hand over your head, holding it to his shoulder as you grab at his jacket and cry against him.

“Va-sh.” You choke out his name as you take a deep shuddering breath between sobs to create a coherent sentence. “It was an accident…I never meant to kill him-“ your sharply cut off by your own choked sob. He gently cradles you. “Shh…It’s okay, take your time Mayfly.”

He swears he can feel his heart break hearing you sob like this. It hurts him to hear you so upset and broken. He hates that you have to tell him about these things in a situation like this.

“They…they hurt me. I tried to - to tell them but…” you stifle a sob. “My head. They fucked with it…they made me think about it over and over again like I was some monster.”

Very quickly, Vash shifts and slides a hand underneath your thighs. He slides you into his lap to hold you closer. “I’m so sorry that happened.” He whispers as he rests his head on yours, tucking your head under his chin. “You don’t deserve that.” He protectively holds you to him as you grasp his coat tightly.

“But you should…you should hate me.” You lift your head to look him in the eyes.

He frowns when he sees your face and lifts as hand to gently cup your face. “I won’t hate you. I know it’s what you think you deserve but it’s not.” Gently his thumb strokes the tears from your face.

You close your eyes and shake your head. Your voice is broken and shaking as you speak. “You hate murder, you hate people that kill others-“ he cuts you off by softly moving his hand to hold your head up. “Yes, but I don’t hate you.”

You bite your lip lightly to keep the sobs from slipping past. “Why?” It hurts to hear you sound so small and scared. All he wants to do is hug you tight and tell you that it’s okay but he knows that won’t fix everything.

“Because I love you Mayfly. Nothing you’ve ever done will change that. The past is in the past.” He moves both hands to cup your face now. His hands are warm against your skin and you can somewhat feel your nerves calm at his touch.

Your chest squeezes as his words. Mind reeling and thoughts clouded and everywhere you can’t seem to filter the words he just said to you. The look in your eyes grows distant and so does the pain. He watches this happen, a dull ache in his chest as he watches the look in your eyes grow. With a soft frown he leans forwards and presses a small, soft kiss to your lips. The warmth of his skin so suddenly against yours brings you back to the present. It’s comforting yet so confusing to have this intimate act happen right now.

You can feel cool soothing waves pass through you as he pulls away, a slight glow to his eyes when he opens them. You feel calm somehow, yet exhilarated at the same time. It’s almost as though your mind has fallen quiet.

Suddenly, Vash’s eyes widen and his face flushes deeply. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking I-“ You cut him off.

“do that again.” You say it almost firmly. You don’t know what it was about that kiss but it was almost addicting, suddenly pulling your head away from whatever space it had been in just seconds before. Vash looked shocked at this revelation but didn’t hesitate to do it again. He was more passionate this time, softer even. You melted right into it, letting your eyes flutter closed as you kissed him back.

Yet again, that same calming cool wave washed over you and you felt all your worries melt away. It left like your skin where his hands touched you grew cold, but in a good way. When he pulled away you felt breathless, the glow in his eyes brighter than it had been the first time. It almost seemed unnatural, like a trick of the light but no. They were undoubtedly glowing.

“It doesn’t always have to be you, you know? Your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.” His eyes softened again as he spoke. With his voice barely above a whisper he gently hugged you again. “I don expect you to tell me everything that happened but I at least hope you can trust me enough to not bare this burden alone.”

He pulled away to look you in the eyes again. “What the law did to you was horrible, I’m sure. And while revenge is a word that tastes sweet on my lips I know neither of us should play with fire here. I just want you to know that I’m here, I won’t let them get you again okay?”

His hands moved to your shoulders as he waited for your response. You sighed softly, lowering your gaze for only a moment before you nodded. “Thank you.”

A tender smile reaches his lips as he leans forwards and presses a chaste kiss to your head. “Of course, Mayfly.”

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The End Will Justify It All - Chapter 5

A Negan Series

Chapter 4 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 1

Warnings: adult themes, adult language, rough/slightly violent smut (18+ only)

A/n - my husband got a new video game so my Friday night was wide open to work on this. It's my favorite in the series so far, and I apologize for how long it is. Feedback is welcome! And a quick inspo credit to @green-eyedladywrites - she reblogged this photo of a statue in a sex museum in Korea several weeks ago, which stuck in my brain and brought about this sex scene. I hope you all enjoy! (ps - I was having major keyboard glitches so if there are bad typos I'm sorry!)

Being part of a Savior crew seemed to come naturally to her. It wasn’t a surprise; she’d been part of groups like these before. She’d learned how to work them to her advantage many times over. Simon started her as a grunt, sending her on the errands and tasks no one else really cared to do, but she didn’t mind. Every task gave her more information about the place, another advantage in her planning.

One of the tasks she was assigned was to check on Dwight’s guard team. Dwight and a couple of his guys took shifts guarding Daryl’s cell door or taking him out for his work with the walkers at the gate. She would check in with them a few times a day, bring them meals when they were on duty, and occasionally kept them company for a while. She cherished this task, the chance to be so close to Daryl. She had to force herself not to pay him any attention, but she stole as many glances as she could when his guards weren’t looking.

All the guys in the crew took to her quickly. They began including her in jokes, games, often inviting her for drinks after their shifts.  Simon especially seemed to enjoy her company. They soon had a rapport full of banter and laughs. It didn’t take long for her to move out of grunt work, although she suspected being a wife helped her rise in rank, too. No one wanted to be the one sending Negan’s wife on dumb errands and risk his anger. As her status on the crew rose, Simon began asking her advice. Much like Negan with Rick’s group, he was looking for the best ways to exploit the weaknesses of  leaders of the communities he collected from. It was unsettling to her how good she was at it. She had always been good at reading people. She’d used that in the past to survive, but this was different. This was no longer survival, this was… dominance. She couldn’t deny there was a part of her that found naming a stranger’s weakness and using it to get what the Saviors wanted somewhat thrilling. The more Simon asked that of her, the better she got at it. It became a point of pride for her amongst the crew. After a few successful runs, Simon started asking her to stay behind. They would spend hours debriefing or discussing the next run, sometimes over drinks.

It was during one of these after collection debriefs with Simon that she noticed a shift in him. She was sitting on the edge of the back of a refrigerated truck where Simon was leaning against it right beside her. They were laughing about one guy that wet his pants when she had gotten in his face, whatever threat she made hitting the nail on the head.

Suddenly Simon wasn’t laughing, he was staring at her. An intense look in his eye, like he’d just seen her for the first time. She squirmed shyly and nudged his arm gently with her shoulder.

“We make a good team, huh?” she grinned at him.

“We do… but I think it’s more you than me.” He replied, nudging her back.

She heard boots crunch in the gravel nearby. She put a hand on Simon’s arm and leaned a little closer as she said in a low voice, “I’m glad Negan put me on your crew.”

A Savior appeared from around the corner of the truck and both she and Simon quickly separated, attempting to look as casual as possible. The Savior stared at them for a moment, seeming to debate saying something. Finally, he informed them, “Negan called a gathering in the warehouse. He wants everyone there, you especially,” he looked at her. “You should find the other wives for this.”

She did as she was told, finding where the wives were standing, and making her way to stand beside Sherry and Amber. Amber looked pale and gaunt.  Y/n raised an eyebrow at Sherry to ask what was up with Amber. Sherry jerked her chin to show her. Following the direction Sherry motioned, she saw a handsome guy strapped to a chair, in front of a blazing fire.

Oh no. Mark. Amber’s lover. They’d been stupid – they’d been caught. She’d tried to warn Amber it was a bad idea – Negan only had one rule for the wives: do not cheat on him. She was honestly amazed only Mark sat before the fire now. Someone must have done some convincing to get him to let Amber off… She looked around, seeing Dwight at the fire with the poker – her blood boiled. She already despised him, but the more she learned of him from Sherry, and the more she saw how he treated Daryl, her dislike had transitioned to blind hate. Her eyes moved from Dwight to the person beside him and she nearly gasped when her eyes met Daryl’s. They locked eyes and she instinctively began to move toward him.

She was stopped short as Negan entered then, walking forward to talk to the crowd. She didn’t hear a word he said, though, as she saw who came in behind him. The Sherriff’s hat gave him away first, and her heart stopped. Why was Carl here? When had he gotten here? Had Negan taken him?

Her eyes shot to Daryl, and she found him still looking at her. What the fuck? She mouthed at him. He subtly shook his head, and she turned her attention back to Carl, willing him to look at her. His face changed at something Negan was doing, she felt Sherry move to Amber and saw her embrace her, so she turned her attention back to the spectacle. Dwight was pulling the hot iron from the fire and Negan was gloving his hands to take it.

She couldn’t let this happen. Mark and Amber had been dumb, but they didn’t deserve this. Amber was not the strongest, she wouldn’t handle this well at all. And Carl… Carl didn’t need to see this. How could she stop it?

She didn’t know what drove her to do it, barely registered her own voice as she called to Negan, “wait!” He put his outstretched hand down and looked at her, fury building behind his eyes at the public challenge. If she shut up and sank back now, he’d probably let this go. That would be the smart thing to do. She felt all eyes on her as her body did the exact opposite and she found herself standing in between Mark and Negan. Idiot. What are you doing?

“I’ll take it. Burn me instead.” She heard some gasps and murmurs from the crowd. She refused to look at Daryl, who was no doubt readying to fight off every Savior in this building for her.

Negan tilted his head as he asked, “Now why would you do that? Why would I do that?”

“Mark is an incredible shot, way better than I’ll ever be, and very valuable to his crew. If you burn him, he’ll be down healing for weeks, and you’ll be lucky if his aim is ever the same going that close to his eye” she pointed at Dwight’s scarred eyed. “I’m barely more than a grunt. If I’m down a few weeks, the worst that happens is Fat Joey doesn’t get his sandwich delivered and he has to go get it himself.” Some guys chuckled behind her.

She could feel the crowd lean in, could feel their pity, and their gratitude – Mark was beloved by a lot of these people. He was a good guy, that’s why Amber liked him so much. And she’d made good points – his crew needed him. They were already short-handed with the redistribution of men following Rick’s massacre at the satellite station. Losing another one from their barebones crew would hurt. They would not be happy about it.

“That’s so very noble of you, sweetheart,” Negan cooed at her. “But what lesson would that teach Mark? How is he going to learn the importance of following the rules if someone else can just step in and take his consequences?’

After a long pause, Negan reached again for the hot iron and added, “and your face is plenty hot enough as it is.”

Someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the crowd as Negan advanced toward Mark. She stumbled back with them, and as the screaming started, she turned and left. She could feel the rage of the crowd behind her as she exited. She walked until she reached Negan’s apartment and sat down against the wall outside his door to wait.

She didn’t have to wait long before Negan and Carl approached. She stood as they neared Negan’s door and gave Carl a hard look.

“Carl,” Negan drawled, “I don’t believe you have met my new wife!” Carl scowled at her at the realization.

“Negan, could I speak to you?” she asked him, glancing at Carl pointedly, “privately?”

“As much as I would love a little romp in the sack with you, I am a little busy right now.”

“Negan.”

He moved closer to her, a cat on the prowl. “I said not right now.” He leaned in close enough to whisper in her ear. “I’ll find you later. I have some things to discuss with you too.” His breath on her neck tickled, causing goosebumps to rise. He gently kissed the area, and she saw Carl tense and clench his fist. Negan left her in the hall, leading Carl into his room.

Frustrated, and still confused about Carl being here, she stomped back to her room to wait.

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Her time with Negan since the night he held her while she cried in her room had been, well, confusing. He called her to dinner again the following night and they played their question game again, both seeming to ask more interesting questions about the other. She’d learned a lot about him that night, his softer side. It surprised her. She’d also been given a gift, a “reward” he’d called it for such good information about Rick.

“Anything thing you want, ask. A new, badass gun? A bottle of the whiskey we took from Hilltop? Name it. I am in a giving mood, and you earned a good gift,” he’d told her, flirtatiously but genuine enough.

“Do I have to name it right now, or can I think on it a bit?” she’d asked.

“My generosity does have limitations, but you can take the rest of dinner to think on it.”

After dinner, and a few shots later for each of them, she’d chosen what she would ask for.

“I know what I’d like my reward to be,” she declared after he downed his 4th shot, dodging a question about his love life before the old world fell. He smiled at her and nodded in invitation to ask.

“I would like…” she said, drawing it out to tease him a little. The three shots of Whiskey she’d taken had her in a playful mood. He raised an eyebrow suggestively at her. “Oh, you wish,” she fired back. “No. Nothing like that. What I’d like is, well... 5 free questions. I let you know when one of my questions will be the free pass, and you have to answer, 100% truthfully, with no option to back out by taking a shot.”

She quickly saw the loophole in her request so she added, “and I can use them whenever I want, no time limits.” She replayed her words in her head, making sure they were airtight. She felt like she was dealing with a genie from a fairytale.

Negan studied her, a mix of pleasant surprise and something else behind his eyes. “I will give you 3.”

She grinned at him, about to agree when he added, “but I get 3 of the same.”

“Wha- how is that a gift if you get it too?” she whined back.

“Because the gift is from me, and those are my conditions. If you’d like to change your choice to that gun or something a little more… intimate, I will allow it.” He bit his lip, and something in her heated. Stupid whiskey.

She knew it wasn’t a good idea, it was risky to commit to that.  But the thought of him having to answer her with no possibility to back out was too tempting to pass up. She prayed the reward would be worth this risk.

“Deal.” This was the second deal she’d made with the devil in a week.  

The following nights were unpredictable. She wasn’t invited back for dinner for a few nights, and by the third, she felt unnerved by it. Not afraid, just... bored.  On those nights she’d make her way down and usually found Simon eating outside by a fire, where she’d sit and drink and talk with him until she felt tired enough or tipsy enough to go to bed.

The nights she did have dinner with Negan were the same: eat, questions, drink. Sometimes she’d ask to play a boardgame, and they’d continue their game of questions over Scrabble (which she always won and let him hear about it).

One night, after a brutal placement of the word “quiz,” she used her first free question.

“Negan,” she approached it gently. He looked up from his scrabble tiles with curiosity. She didn’t use his name often. “I’d like to use my first free question.”

He slowly grinned at her. “Alright,” he agreed, “let me finish my drink first. I’m sure I’ll need it.” And he downed the remainder of his whiskey in one go. “Okay, shoot.”

“We’ve had a lot of these dinners together,” she prefaced, “and at our first one, you said as a wife I would have to perform ‘wifely duties.’” She paused.

“There a question in there?” he teased her.

She took a deep breath, suddenly nervous to ask this. “Well, you haven’t, um… touched me. At all. You haven’t even asked to… so I guess my question is, why not?”

Negan chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s not your looks, if that’s your concern.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. He knew that wasn’t what she was asking.

“Fine. No, I haven’t tried or asked, but it isn’t because I don’t want to.”  He winked at her. “In fact, I want to so bad it drives me crazy when you leave here at night. None of my other wives leave here until I’m satisfied… but I knew from the night you came in here and told me to make Rick hold Lucille that you wouldn’t be like my other wives.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue.

“You’re different. I want it to be different with you. I told you before, I have enough obedient dogs. So as badly as I want it, I will not touch you until you want it too. And trust me, darlin’, you will want it,” he purred in that Negan arrogance.

She would never want it, she told herself. She told herself so many times she started dreaming it. But no matter how much she told herself she would never want it; it didn’t stop a part of her from heating every time she thought of those words.

She was invited back the next night, where instead of their typical drinking game of questions, Negan upped the ante with a rousing game of strip questions. If they didn’t answer a question, they had to remove an item of clothing.

She was thanking her lucky stars she’d come straight to dinner from a collection with her crew, so she had a lot more clothing on than she normally would at dinner.

With such high stakes, the questions got very personal. “Where is the craziest place you’ve ever fucked?” started it off, and it moved into first loves, worst heartbreaks, hardest kills, and eventually biggest fears.  They were both on the couch, him sitting a little too close to her, and both down to their underthings when he used his first free question.

“Free card question,” he stated, leaning a little closer to her. He kissed her bare shoulder, and it sent goosebumps down her arm. Tracing circles with his finger where his lips just were, he asked in a growly tone, “why did you really volunteer to come back with me that night in the woods?”

Uh oh. She sent a silent thank you up to whoever was listening for not being three shots deep into this game. She paused a minute, what could she tell him?

“What?” she flirted, buying some time to think, “you don’t think you impressed me enough for me to want to go with you?”

“No,” he replied, still tracing circles on her shoulder. “I knew when the words left your mouth it wasn’t true. I’ve been trying since then to figure out why you’re here. I thought maybe it was to spy, help Rick take us down from the inside. But you’ve proven to be working against him, and other communities, over and over since then.” She cringed inside at that. Had she gotten that bad? “Then I thought, maybe you were just biding your time to get close enough to kill me. And that could still be true, but the way your body is reacting to my every touch right now, I am doubting it. So, I’d like to know now, what was your reason?”

Think, y/n. Think. It had to be believable. She obviously couldn’t tell him the truth. She feigned a little nervousness, hoping it sold her story.

“I… well…I wanted to kill Dwight,” there was plenty of truth in that. “Honestly, I still wouldn’t mind doing it. I thought my best bet was to get inside here with him.”

He waited for her to continue. “He killed the girl I was seeing. The doctor in Alexandria. Shot her through the eye with Daryl’s crossbow.”

“Wow,” Negan replied. “You play for both teams? I did not see that coming!” He laughed. “I will remember that for our future. As for Dwight… well, I don’t hold a special place in my heart for him, but I’d like him to stay alive for the time being. If or when that changes, you will be the first to know.”

He seemed satisfied with her lie.

“I’m glad it wasn’t to kill me,” he purred, leaning into her neck, “I think you would have missed things you don’t want to miss…” his hand found her knee and began slowly trailing from up her thigh. His lips found skin again, this time on a tender part of her neck.

No, no, no, no. She thought, though her body was responding differently. She franticly searched for any sort of distraction to stop where this was headed. Her eyes scanned the room, anything to ask about, to suddenly find fascinating enough she needed to look at. Then she saw it, leaned against the wall under a window.

“I have a question now. A free one.”

“Mmhmm?” he moaned out, still kissing her neck in a way that was making her quiver.

“Lucille,” she said, putting a hand against his chest and pushing a bit. “Where did you get the name?”

He froze, his lips no longer on her skin. He didn’t seem to breathe for several long seconds. Then he was standing, putting on his pants, and walking toward the door.

“We’re done here,” he said firmly, holding the door open for her.

She stared in shock for a moment, and when it was clear he was not joking, she quickly grabbed her clothes and fled his room.

That was the last time she’d seen him, until now, with Carl in tow. It had been days, maybe a week. What she’d thought was an innocent question had really struck a nerve.

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Negan didn’t send for her until late in the evening. She’d had supper already, a bath, and was about to settle into bed with a book when the guard knocked on her door.  She didn’t bother dressing up, she decided her leggings and cropped sweatshirt would be just fine if he was pulling her out of bed. She had half a mind to tell him he could see her at a decent hour tomorrow, but she desperately wanted to know what was going on with Carl.

She didn’t knock when she got there, she just walked right in, to find him sitting on the couch with a drink in one hand, and the other hand dragging down his face in exhaustion.

“Long day?” she quipped, looking around for any sign of the Grimes boy.

“You could say that,” he replied, humorless.

She decided not to waste any time with flirting or working up to her questions.

“Where is Carl?” she demanded.

He stared at her, and she was not sure he was going to answer her at all when he finally said, “he’s back home with daddy and baby Grimes, safe and sound.”

Relief washed over her. “What was he doing here?”

Negan chuckled. “He was here to kill me. You weren’t lying when you said the kid was reckless. I like the little bastard.”

“He just showed up to kill you?” she asked, surprised but not shocked. It was a very Carl thing to do.

“He snuck in on a supply truck earlier today. Killed two of our guards before we got to him.”

She didn’t let her face show the pride she felt.  “And you just let him go?” she accused.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to question anything I do,” he replied angrily.

“What the hell does that mean?” she challenged. He’d shut her out and ignored her for a week now, she’d lost any desire to filter her annoyance with him.

“I think you know exactly what it means.”

She glared at him, at a loss. What was he accusing her of?

“Tell me,” he said, standing up and taking a few slow steps toward her. “How many people were you screwing in Alexandria?”

“What?” she asked, incredulous.

“Carl seemed real pissed when he learned you were my wife. I just wonder how many people in Alexandria you went through before coming here to expand your selection. Rick, obviously. Your little girlfriend, who else? The redhead? The mullet guy? Spencer? Yeah, I met that douche bag today. Is there anyone else I should know about? I hear you’ve gotten mighty friendly with Simon. Practically throwing himself yourself at him, touching all over him, going to him every night, not days after licking your lips and batting your lashes at me. Anyone here you got your eye on?”

She heard a slap, Negan’s face turned abruptly to the side, she felt a sting in her palm, and a redness began spreading across his cheek.

She’d slapped him. Shit, she’d slapped him.

She bit down the terror of the realization – she’d seen very bad things happen to people who’d done a lot less to him. She willed her face into a rebellious glare, daring him to retaliate, promising hell if he did.

Negan’s stare was just as hateful, never breaking eye contact as he rubbed his cheek and flexed his jaw. Suddenly he sprang toward her, his hand was on her throat, and he was shoving her backwards, she could barely keep upright they were moving so fast. Her back slammed against the concrete wall. Negan’s face was within an inch of hers, she could feel his warm breath on her mouth as he growled, “that. will. not. happen. again,” pausing on each word like a forceful bite. She was prying at his hand with both hands, trying to loosen his grip enough that she could take a breath, refusing to show him the panic rising in her.

He let his grip loosen a bit. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed out as she gasped to fill her lungs again. He did not remove his hand from her throat or yield even a centimeter to her.  He continued to stare daggers into her eyes, but there was something other than anger behind them. What is that?

Desire, she realized. Animalistic desire.  It was then she noticed just how close their bodies were, his hips pinning hers in place against the wall, her feet barely touching the floor. She could feel his growing erection pressing into her. She felt a tingle in her core, her body betraying her. Her breath suddenly felt heavy, her chest heaving against his. An image of their naked chests pressed together flashed in her mind, it was as if she could already feel his bare skin. Did she really want this? From him? After all he’d done? She knew she shouldn’t, but with him pressed against her, hand still on her throat, and looking at her like that… she couldn’t deny the desire growing in her, verging dangerously close to need.

He must have read that on her face, because suddenly Negan’s mouth was on hers, crushing her lips with his, his scruff scraping her chin and cupids bow as he sucked, unrelenting. His tongue began forcefully pushing against her lips, like a battering ram, demanding entrance. She conceded. He tasted her mouth like he was eating for the first time in a week - hungrily, greedily, but savoring the taste of each section of her mouth he explored. Then she was kissing him back, just as greedily – no, angrily. It became not a dance of lovers, but a battle of opponents. His tongue pushed, hers pushed back in turn. Her lips sucked, he fought for dominance with his. She bit – not gently- down on his bottom lip and slowly dragged against his lip until it was free. He pulled away from her face at that and his eyes met hers, amusement dancing in them now. He’d met his match. He grinned at the realization.

Their noisy, shallow breaths filled the otherwise silent room, awakening her from the trance his tongue had put her in. She fought to stay above the fog, forcing herself to remember the things he’d done, to remember Daryl, but the memories would not come. All there was in this moment was him - his body, and hers. His dark eyes held her stare a moment longer, and then they were closed, and his lips were crushing hers again. His hands began lifting her sweatshirt from around her waist, his fingers trailing up her stomach. He explored with gentle fingertips, caressing up and down her sides, his knuckles grazing across her lower abdomen, leaving no patch of skin untouched, a trail of goosebumps in their wake. As his hands creeped up her torso, his touch became fiercer. He reached her breasts, found them bare under her shirt, and groaned into her mouth as each hand took a full palm of breast and began massaging. He was not gentle, but she did not pull away. He backed away from her only enough to allow room to remove her shirt and expose her fully. His lips were back on hers in an instant, no less demanding than before. They moved to her neck, and she felt one of her traitorous hands move to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his short hair. She hadn’t planned on encouraging this, but she gripped his hair harder as he his trailed his lips down her chest, finding a breast and softly biting down. An involuntary moan purred in her throat. He moved to her nipple and began a rough pattern of sucking and biting, causing the heat between her legs to flare.

Again, it was as if he read her mind, as he worked her breast with his mouth, he quickly pulled down her leggings, taking her underwear with them. She was thankful she had not put on shoes to come here tonight, providing no obstacle to kicking out of her pants as he sank to his knees and began moving his lips down her stomach. Further.

“Jump,” Negan growled against her stomach.

“Wh- what?” she barely stuttered out.

“Jump.”

She hopped slightly, then she was being lifted her by her backside, her thighs placed on either side of his head, her bodyweight now shared between the wall and his shoulders. He did not waste time kissing those thighs, or staring lustfully, or slowly working his way to her center. Hungrily, almost angrily, he dove straight for her, parting her lips with his fingers to make way for his tongue. He lapped at her liked a parched animal at water, and found she was just as wet. She arched away from the wall in response. His warm tongue hitting her clit at every angle as it moved. He sucked, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out. Both hands now in his hair, gripping in response to each flick of his tongue, encouraging his rough movements. She rode his face, rolling her hips, her thighs unapologetically pressing in on his head. She wouldn’t last much longer; she could feel her climax building quickly. Now his tongue was at her entrance, teasing as he gently licked around it. She pushed his head into her, needing him to be inside her, desperate to be filled and to find release. He plunged his tongue in, flatting it as he found the underside of her clit, and slowly dragged it back out and up, never breaking contact. He plunged in again with no pause. Dragging, plunging, dragging, plunging. He worked her with expert pressure, she was all but screaming at the sensation. On the last slow drag of her clit, he swept up as he exited, an unrelenting pressure on her sensitive bud, sending her orgasm exploding through her. She threw her head back and did not recognize the noise that escaped her open mouth as she came against his face. He lightly flicked his tongue against her until he was sure she had fully completed.

Before she knew it was happening, she was back on the floor, and he was walking away from her.

“You’re dismissed,” was all he said as he moved to open the door.

She gathered her clothes – she would need to have a word with him about this new habit of sending her from his room undressed – and made for the door. She paused in front of him and turned to meet his eyes, letting him see a twinge of hurt in them.

“Since you asked, and I am counting this as one of your free questions, I did not sleep with Rick or anyone else in Alexandria. And I have about as much romantic interest in Simon as you do,” and with that she made her way back to her room, naked but not caring who saw her.

Back in the dorm, she raced to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before vomiting. Sherry must have heard her, because moments later she was sitting beside her, holding her hair back. Sherry sat with her until she was finished, and then let her lay her head in Sherry’s lap while Sherry stroked her hair.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She wasn’t traumatized. She hated herself. She hated herself because she knew then she didn’t hate Negan, and she didn’t hate what they’d just done. She hated herself because she wanted more.

It’s time, she vowed to herself, tomorrow we leave, even if we have to burn this place to the ground to get out.

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[hwalovs]

Hero and Leander (M)

Pairing; Alex Law, (fem) Reader Warnings; SMUT, unprotected PiV (wrap it freaks), AFAB reader, subby alex law is best alex law, kisses, cursing, just- Friends to Lovers. Alex is down-fucking-bad Word count; 3.4k

Summary; After inviting you over to work on homework together, Alex begins to understand Juliet when she compared his love for you to Hero and Leander. 

THIS IS NOT EDITED

Alex was never good at his studies, he could never fully understand what his professors wanted him to if it was anything other than journalism. 

You’ve known Alex since your sophomore year of college. And now, being a senior, you still weren’t used to his bold flirting or the fact you still find random pieces of women's clothing on the floor when you visit. 

Graduation was just around the corner, the professors ramping up on homework and projects, swamping you in essay after essay about pointless things you were never going to use after you left the classroom. 

Alex had invited you over when you talked on the phone that morning, saying you both could help each other while Juliet and David were both out at work. To him, it was the perfect excuse to have all of your undivided attention for himself. For you, it was the perfect plan to get done with your hardest essay to date. 

Laying on his bed, your legs crossed under you as your eyes narrowed at the lined page in front of you, Alex knew his determination to get any of his homework done was off of the table. Especially after moaning something about your professor and how it was making you rethink your decision on going to college.

You had on his favorite sweat pants of yours, a baggy old T-shirt, and no makeup on. With your class textbook splayed out next to your open notebook, Alex couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Alex couldn’t keep his legs still, his foot fidgeting, licking and biting at his lips, picking at the edges of his nails. He was nervous that you would notice, and you would do your normal thing of grabbing his hands and asking him what was wrong. 

How could he explain to you that he was so head over heels for you, that Juliet compared his infatuation with you to Hero and Leander. 

At first, he was offended. How dare she compare him to a swooning man who fell so in love with a priestess that he would swim across an ocean just to see her each night? 

The more he thought about it, eventually leading him to read into the story and many others like it, he thought that Juliet may actually be right about something. 

Yet, you could never return his feeling, you just went on a date the previous week. Sure, the date didn’t end well and Alex ended up taking you out to make up for it. But there was no way you reciprocated his affections. 

“Can you look at this for me? I keep thinking I should add something but I can’t think of where,” you asked softly, shattering his thoughts. 

 “Huh? Oh, yeah,” he shook his head, licking his lips as he held out his hand, “give it here.”

When you hand it over, Alex clears his throat and refuses himself the gratitude to get lost in your eyes again.

His eyes flicker over the page, eyebrows slowly furrowing until he harshly sighs, shaking his head. 

“I don’t get it.”

“Huh?” You ask, looking back up from your highlighted textbook on your lap, head tilting slightly. Fuck, he was down bad. 

Leaning forwards, you crane your neck to try and read what was confusing to him, eyebrows furrowed with that small frown on your lips as you lean in close. His attention was completely void from the paper and solely focused on how your hair tickled his cheek, and your lips were so close he could lean forwards just the slightest-

“Oh!” You smile, finding what you were looking for, “that’s just a typo, I was gonna fix it when I got back home but I can just-“

Alex had stopped listening. He didn’t mean to, but your lips were too enticing to be ignored.

He thought, that if he focused hard enough, he could smell your perfume from that morning, or maybe it was your shampoo? 

It didn’t matter to him, anything you did, anything you wore, Alex thought it looked best on you. He swore that when the sun rose each day, it was to warm your skin. He thought his heart was loud enough to hear across the apartment when you stretched, arms rising to the ceiling and your damn shirt showing him skin he yearned to kiss and touch. 

He had to stop himself from leaning forwards to steal a kiss from you each time you applied Chapstick. Or, when you would be eating a snack and would lick your lips, effectively wiping away the remaining crumbs, he had to shift in his place to hide his arousal. 

“Alex?” You're looking at him again, with those concerned eyes and downturned lips. He was nervous that his voice would give away his thoughts, but he licks his lips and swallow the lump in his throat. He wishes the blood would rush to his head, to aid in his thought process instead of down between his legs.

“Yeah?” 

“You still with me?” 

His head jerks a little too weirdly in a nod, his eyes looking anywhere but your eyes. Instead, focus on your lips. 

He wanted to kiss you. So so badly. You were still close enough, he could just move the littlest bit and finally, do what he’s wanted to since the day he met you. 

Pushing away any of his remaining doubts, his eyes meet yours again, and he jumps directly into the raging ocean. 

“Can I kiss you?”

His voice is so timid you almost don’t hear him. It stuns you into silence, never hearing Alex so nervous about something. Staring at him, you process what he said slowly. The final pieces of the puzzle finally click into place and you lean forwards slightly, nodding your head gently. 

Hands moving to grip your cheeks gently, he tilts his head and leans towards you, finally kissing you. 

His lips are soft, gentle, and almost nervous. You don’t think you can feel him breathe until his chest shudders and his head tilts further, pulling you closer gently. 

Smiling lightly into the kiss, you place a hand on his cheek, tongue sliding lightly against his lip and you swear he shivers. Your thumb gently rubs at his jaw, sucking at his lower lip until he inches closer, hands dropping from your cheeks to your thighs. He hopes you don't feel them shake over your sweatpants, but you do. You feel the smallest of tremors as he moves them up slowly, stopping when they bump the bottom of your hips.

He tastes like cigarettes and toothpaste, but you don't care. You moan softly and inch closer, the textbook falling from the bed. Sliding his hands underneath your thighs, he pulls you onto his lap. The essay was forgotten somewhere on the bed, the only thing he was focusing on was you and the way your weight settles perfectly on his aching cock.

You’re the first to pull away, smiling as you leave light kisses down his jaw, sucking on his neck. He tilts his head back, giving more space for your lips and he doesn't notice his hips canting upwards against you, grinding against your cunt. Lightly pushing at his shoulders, he leans back onto his elbows, extending his legs to push his heels into the mattress, grinding harder to satisfy the burning in his gut. 

Hands sliding up his shirt, your fingers dance across his skin, lips kissing up the side of his neck until you place your lips next to his ear, “take this off, baby.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever taken his shirt off faster, throwing it to the ground as you lean back, settling more of your weight onto him, looking over his chest and stomach with dilated, lust-filled, eyes and a smile that makes him blush. 

“What?” He asks softly, hands grabbing the sheets and stopping his hips. 

It takes you a second before you grab the base of your shirt, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor, leaving you in your sweatpants and sports bra. 

“Fuck,” he pushes himself up, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist while planting kisses across your chest, down the valley of your breasts. He slides his fingers under the elastic, pushing the fabric up until he can plant kisses across the skin he thought he would never see. 

He thinks, that for a moment, he’s just daydreaming. Maybe his thoughts were becoming too vivid when he zones out, but that's wiped from his mind when you whine softly as he sucks onto the skin of your collarbones, your hips greedily rolling down onto his. 

Your fingers move into the band of his pants, gently pulling against it with a faux pout, “wanna take this off for me?”

Nodding, he pulls away and pulls at the sports bra, your hands briefly leaving his pants to raise them, letting him take it off and throw it to the floor. But his touch never leaves your skin for longer than a few seconds, always roaming your body with a need you’ve never seen him possess before. His cheeks are a bright pink, hair messy as he falls back onto the bed and grabs your hands gently, catching his breath. 

“Are you sure?”

You laugh, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, “I should be the one asking you, my love.”

His response takes a second, heart racing as he decides if he wants to say it. Yet, he finds his lips forming the words before he can stop himself, fully drowning himself in his lust.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, darling.”

The fire in your gut grows at the fuel he throws onto it, burning bright and hot as his lips glisten under the light from your kisses and his eyes focus entirely on you. Just on you. You were the center of his universe at this moment, just as he was the center of yours. 

“Good thing we’re on the same page then,” you coo as you pull his pants down, thumbs hooking into his boxers along the way. 

There's a small, light trail of hair that leads down to his cock, which was hard and leaking, a small bead of precum leaking down the tip. When your hand wraps around the base, Alex whines, hips thrusting into your grip while his hands shoot to grab the fabric of your pants. He’s wanted this for so long, that when he imagined your touch it was nothing like this. He thought that you would be the one under him, withering from his mouth and fingers, your hands grabbing at the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. 

But it was him under you, desperate for your hands and your mouth on his skin. He was grabbing at your pants to ground himself so he wouldn’t begin to think this was a dream. He wanted to be in your warmth when he barreled into ecstasy by your touch, not by himself in his bed with a fire in his gut he was too embarrassed to do anything about.

Your hands leave his throbbing cock to pull your pants off, discarding them with his and his attention goes to your glistening cunt. His fingers leave the bed and slide up your thigh, stopping just short of touching you to look up, waiting for your nod of approval before sliding his fingers through your folds, moaning lightly at the wetness on his fingertips. 

You let your head roll back with a moan when his fingers press into your clit, circling the small bundle before sliding down to slide the tip of his finger into you. It was easy, your hips pressing into his hand until he was knuckle deep inside you, circling his finger against the pillowy flesh. His other hand leaves the bed, thumb pressing lightly into your clit while his finger pulls out slowly, adding another and thrusting back in, curling them once more.

“You’re, fuck,” you whine, hand pressing against his chest, “You’re doing so well.”

Smiling, he bites his lip and speeds up his thrusts, adding more pressure to your clit, and focuses solely on how your eyebrows furrow or how your eyes clench shut when his fingers press into that spot. 

He doesn't stop when your hand grabs his wrist, hips canting down into his thrusting fingers, he’s determined to feel you clench around his fingers, to cover his fingers in your come so he can lick it away. 

When he feels you flutter around his fingers, he smiles, pressing down onto your clit and thrusting his fingers in until his knuckles bump against your skin, curling his fingers, “Come on, darling,” he encourages, your whines turning into moans, head falling back as your hips ground against him. 

When you come, your hips stutter, and he moans softly with you, slowing his fingers while continuing to circle his thumb.

“There you go,” he sighs, stopping his thumb when your hips jerk away, breathing deeply until you finally set your shaking hips onto his thighs, his fingers immediately going to his mouth to lick away your taste. 

Your hand envelops his cock once more, and he whines around his fingers, sucking and licking away your taste while you rise up onto your knees, angling your hips over him, and slowly sliding down. Both of you moan in the satisfying bliss. He was thick inside of you, the stretch an addicting feeling you know you'll crave hours into the night. His fingers leave his mouth to grip your hips, denying himself the want to thrust up and take you hard and fast just like how he imagined. 

Hips rolling, you rise up once more, but you freeze, watching his eyes flicker from between your thighs, to your face. His eyebrows furrow, and when he tries to pull you back down, to bring your warmth back around him, you press a hand to his stomach.

“Please,” He whimpered. The blunt of his nails digging into your thighs. His hips threatened to buck up into you, cock throbbing with need, but you still didn’t move. 

“Please, what, Alex?” You’re taunting him. Smirking at the sight of his burning cheeks and swollen lips, spit and come made his bottom lip glisten in the light, his tongue licking it away as he clenched his eyes shut, head pushing back into the bed before looking at you again. 

“Just-“ he tries again, hands moving back to your hips, thrusting up to try and entice you to move, to bring him any form of relief. He was fidgeting, any type of relief be brings to himself, you take it away, cooing down at him with a tilt to your head. 

You begin to pull away, smirking at his desperate incoherent babble of pleas when the tip stops just short of leaving your cunt. His feet plant against the bed, and he tries to bring your warmth back, but you won’t allow it. 

“You can do it,” your hands move from his chest, thumb tapping against his chin and fingers card through his hair. 

He doesn’t waste a second after that, “please, fuck me- do something, just please, darling, I need you-“ 

You drop your hips back. Leaning down to swallow down his moans and whines while grinding against him. Your thighs already burn, an ache in your knees you haven't felt in a long time, but you don't stop. You aid the fire in your gut with the sweet relief of Alex and his beautiful sounds and wild hands against your skin. He kisses along your neck, your shoulders, any place his lips could reach. 

His hips buck up to meet yours, the sound of skin on skin filling his room. 

“So good to me,” he babbles, stuffing his face into your neck while his hands grip your waist, “wanna-” he says again, cut off by his own whine. 

Pulling away, you grab his face and look at his fucked out face, “what do you want, baby?” you moan, hips stuttering as your thighs burn. 

“Fuck,” his arms wrap around your waist tightly, stopping your hips and flipping the both of you over, dragging your thighs higher onto his waist while thrusting hard and deep. 

It's his turn to swallow down your moans and whines, your hands threading into his hair until he lifts to grab your wrists, pinning them gently above your head. 

Your back arches off the bed, head thrown back as that familiar coil begins to tighten in your gut, hips canting up to meet his. 

“Wanna make you come,” he whimpers, hair falling into his eyes as he watches you, not wanting to miss anything. 

Hips non-stop, pelvis rubbing deliciously against your clit, you drown in him; his scent, and his sheets, the way his cock hit that spot just right, in his breath against your skin, and the lingering kisses across your jaw. 

One of his hands drops from your wrists, licking his thumb briefly before circling your clit again, smirking at the way your moans rise in pitch, hips jerking into him. 

“Come on, darling,” he encourages again, cursing under his breath when you clench tight around him, his hips stuttering, “want you to come around me, being so- fuck- so good to me.”

Hips thrusting into you harder, thumb pressing just the slightest harder, you come. Alex thinks he forgot how to breathe, your cunt clenching around him so tightly his hips almost stop. 

“There you go,” he growls, grinding his hips against yours to help you ride out your high. His hands let go of your wrist, and you wrap them around his neck, gripping his hair tightly and pulling gently. His thumb leaves your clit, and he kisses down your neck, sucking onto the skin while you catch your breath. 

“Wan’ you to come, baby,” you coo, kissing the side of his face.

“Don’t wanna end this,” he retorts, his hips slowing, pushing from his orgasm to drown in your more. Your hands cup his cheeks, nose bumping into his as you give him the softest kiss he’s felt, your tongue gliding against his easily, moaning at the faint taste of you on his tongue. 

“Use me, Alex,” you whisper, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, urging him to speed up, to fuck you harder, “I’m yours, baby.”

It’s the nail in the coffin, “Oh, fuck yes.”

Pushing away from your neck, he kisses you tenderly as his hips begin a brutal pace, the bed creaking as he wraps an arm under your knee, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder to get deeper, to feel all of you clench tight around him. 

When Alex comes, he does hard, his hips grinding into you as he whines. Leaning down to bite onto your neck, grip on your leg tightening as he rides it out. His forehead is sweaty, and his cheeks are bright red. Your moaning so sweetly under him, he thinks he may as died and gone to heaven.

His hips slow to a stop, but he doesn't pull out, wanting to stay in your warmth for as long as he can. Lightly trailing kisses across your neck and jaw until he meets your waiting lips, sucking on your bottom lip until he can lick into your mouth. 

Your thighs burn, and when he slowly drops your leg from his shoulder you wrap it back around his waist. 

“Alex,” you whisper, pulling away. He only hums, going back to nuzzle his face in your neck, “We gotta clean up,” you lightly rub his shoulder. 

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“Wanna stay here forever,” his voice slurs as he begins to lay his remaining weight onto you, arms sliding under your body to lock you into place. 

“Jesus- Alex, your sheets are gonna be ruined!” you chuckle, threading your fingers through his hair as his cock softens inside you, come beginning to drip down onto the sheets. 

“Let them be ruined, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Jesus Christ, fine. Ten minutes.”

Alex only hums, knowing neither of you would get up until Juliet or David get home. Even then, Alex wouldn’t let you get up, he didn’t want to leave the warmth of you, he wanted to stay until his sheets were soaked and ruined. You knew this in your mind, and you were okay with it.

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[grrlsoft]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genius of love : eddie munson

summary : while grounded, your beloved boyfriend Eddie comes to visit you, but still can't resist from getting you into trouble.

pairing : Eddie Munson x gn!reader

author's note : obligatory soft eddie fanfic....im sorry i just love him and he deserves sweetness :( i feel like he would rlly enjoy spending soft nights with his sweetheart u know... *bites my hand off*

(also most of my fics r song inspired so this one draws inspo from genius of love by tom tom club !!)

warnings : sort of suggestive at points, but generally sfw. lots of kissing. eddie is a big softy. also typos perhaps.

this fic is spoiler free !!

the rain outside is loud, thundering against the tiled roof of your house as you lie in bed. you're snuggled up under your white bed sheets, eyes drooping with sleepiness as the warmth of your blankets beckons you into a soft and sweet dreamland. you pull them up all the way to your nose and you inhale the comforting scent of laundry detergent. 

your Tom Tom Club record spins quietly in the corner of your room, drowning out some of the rain. you listen to Tina Weymouth's lovely voice and slip into sleep, but a sudden clink against your window rips you away from your trip to a blissful slumber. 

you blink a few times and turn your head to gaze at your window, another soft clinking sound meeting its glass barrier. you groan, untangling yourself from your sheets as you step onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. you stumble over to your window and open it, the cold night air blowing harshly against your face. you don't dare to stick your head out the window any farther, unless you'd like to get rained on. 

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, will you let down your hair?" a familiar voice calls to you. 

"my hair isn't long enough for that, you dork," you reply, making your annoyance clear. you receive a chuckle in return.

"Eddie, how many times have I told you not to throw rocks at my window?" you say as you look down onto your front yard, your boyfriend's lanky frame apparent in the darkness. 

he had made an unfortunate habit of doing this. instead of using the front door, like a normal person, he would pick apart your pebbled walkway and throw rocks at your window to get your attention. it reminded you of a fairytale, as if you were a princess locked away in a tower, Eddie being your knight in shining armor to come and rescue you (although slightly less romantic). you liked that he wanted to see you, sure, but his means of doing so we're…inconvenient. 

"they're not even that big, it won't break anything," Eddie calls up to you, his ever present grin plastered on his face. you roll your eyes. 

"you're so annoying," you huff. you don't want to show any excitement in regard to his visit.

"tell me about it when I'm not getting rained on. can I come in?" he asks you, and you reluctantly oblige. 

you watch with the slightest bit of nervousness as he skillfully climbs the tree on your lawn, jumping onto the small ledge just outside your windowsill. he carefully steps through your window and closes it behind him, finally turning around to face you with an all-too-pleased expression adorning his handsome features. 

"ta-da," he exclaims as he spreads his arms out wide, bowing. you shake your head and bite back a smile. 

"I'm getting better, huh?" he says, shaking the water off of himself like a dog after a bath, "I didn't even fall this time."

"whatever you wanna tell yourself, Munson," you sigh.

all he does is smile and you know that you can't really be angry with him. the sentiment behind his visit is too sweet. 

"let me go get you a towel," you break the momentary silence, walking out into the hallway, "you're dripping all over my carpet." 

"oh, my sincerest apologies," you hear Eddie say and something compels you to think that he's not really sorry. you wander back over to him and throw the towel into his arms. 

"what are you doing here, anyway?" you ask him as he rubs his face against the soft fabric. you know the answer but you want to ask him anyway.

"wanted to see you," he answers with no hesitation, not even bothering to look at you. your cheeks heat up slightly at how sure his words are. 

"Eddie, do you not understand how being grounded works?" you quirk a brow at him and he finally looks back up at you, "I'm not supposed to see anyone. especially you." 

"well, those are your mom's rules, right?" he puts his hands on his hips and you nod, "and guess what? you're mom's not here." 

"it doesn't magically disappear like that, Eddie," you say and he shrugs. he tosses the towel you handed him onto the floor and wanders over to you, grazing his hands along the sides of your arms. you shiver. 

"would you like me to leave?" he queries smugly.

"...no," you answer reluctantly and he smiles.

"thought so."

you do enjoy his company, that's something you're certain of. there isn't a day that goes by that you don't want to spend with him - spread out on his mattress in his trailer or watching MTV on your couch. he is comforting. he feels like somebody that you could spend the rest of your life with (you had been secretly meaning to tell him that, but it was far too embarrassing).

"you're still soaking wet," you murmur as you observe his rather damp state, "take your shirt off." 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you and you already know what he's about to say. you brace for impact as his mouth drops wide open.

"oh, how very forward of you!" he exclaims and you flush, averting your gaze from his large, brown eyes. 

"Eddie, that's not what I-" you stammer awkwardly, your eyes flitting from him to the floor, "I just don't want you to get sick." 

"sure, sure that's what you meant," Eddie smirks impishly, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I think you're just asking me to strip." 

"I am not!" you almost yell, and Eddie laughs at how red your face has become. you want to push him away, but Eddie's gentle touch against your hip distracts you from doing such a thing. he grins at you and tugs his shirt off, leaving you to gaze at his bare chest, littered with tattoos. 

"like what you see?" he waggles his eyebrows at you and you scoff, looking away. you do, why wouldn't you, but he doesn't deserve to hear you say such a thing. not when he's acting like this. you like to leave him begging for more sometimes.

your attention is refocused when you're suddenly pushed against the side of your bed, Eddie's arms lacing around your frame. you open your mouth to say something but Eddie silences you with a kiss. his mouth is warm and his lips are rough, like usual. he presses his nose against your own and runs his hands up and down the sides of your body, tugging at the fabric of your night shirt. submitting to his wishes, you loop your arms around his damp neck and pull your lips away from his. you stare into his pretty brown eyes, feeling like you could get lost in them forever. 

"missed you," Eddie mumbles, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. your eyes close as his thumb strokes the skin of your stomach. it grazes the band of your underwear and you stifle a gasp.

"you'll see me tomorrow. I'll be ungrounded then," you whisper, trying to ignore his attempts to take your clothes off. Eddie frowns a little and lays you back onto your mattress. 

"I know," he says, his gaze wandering over your figure, something he can't help but do, "but it's different when we're at school." 

"there's always after school, you know," you reply sympathetically. he doesn't seem satisfied with your answer.

he marvels at how pretty you look, your hair all spread out on your blankets and your large eyes, like little moons, that gaze up at him cautiously, expectantly. he takes in the beautiful whole of you and you can't help but feel as if you're being studied, like a little thing under a microscope. you clear your throat and turn your head away from his scrutinizing stare.

"you've got a nice side profile," he comments randomly, his words enough to draw your focus back to him.

"you think so?" you blink. he nods.

"yeah. sweet face, too," he replies with a flirtatious wink.

your cheeks burn crimson as you smile at him and he leans down to kiss you again, harsher this time. his hands graze your neck and tangle in your hair. 

"you're not so bad yourself," you say in-between the slow movement of his lips. Eddie chuckles at your teasing response, his teeth bumping against yours for a brief moment. he climbs on top of you, caging you between his arms and pressing you into your white duvet, but his lips don't leave you until he finally needs to breathe. he pulls away, leaving the two of you desperate for oxygen. you stare up at him, at his bare chest and many tattoos and perfect hair, heaving. his eyes are half-lidded and filled with a look you know all too well. 

"you're so damn pretty," he says, a frequent compliment of his, and his eyes don't leave you. you smile gently and spread out your arms, beckoning him into your embrace. he obliges your wordless request and leans into you. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, sighing deeply. 

you listen to the rain and your Tom Tom Club record keeps spinning. you close your eyes as you feel Eddie's heartbeat against your chest, the moment so blissful and sweet that it's better than any dream you could've had while asleep.

"you feel nice," Eddie murmurs against your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin, "warm." 

you hum in response and comb your fingers through his frizzy, brown locks. he moves his face to gaze at yours, a dreamy and loving look in his eyes. he ghosts the tips of his fingers across your cheek, bringing you into a kiss once more. he mumbles soft I love you's under his breath and you make a small noise of satisfaction when he bites your bottom lip. his hands go up your shirt once again but the sound of the front door opening downstairs ruins the sensuality of the moment. 

"shit," you hiss suddenly, and Eddie pulls away with a confused look on his face. you turn your head away from him, listening to your mother's keys jingle faintly. 

"shit, my mom's home," you say frantically, attempting to sit up with Eddie still on top of you. 

"the hell is she doing getting home now?" Eddie questions, seeming to not realize the seriousness of your situation. 

"she works late nights and-" you splutter, "Eddie you have to go!" 

"what? why?" he questions, nose to nose with you. you feel overcome with the sudden urge to smack him, forgetting the sweetness of his demeanor before. 

"because my mom will kill me if she sees you here! you were the one who got me grounded in the first place!" you explain, panic apparent in your eyes.

"I could just hide in your closet-" he tries.

"Eddie, if you don't leave, I swear to God I'll be the one that kills you," you threaten. 

Eddie draws a long sigh, pulling his shirt back on and stepping backwards towards the window. he opens it and shimmies his way through, his eyes still locked on yours. you meet him between its white frame, disappointed that your visit had ended so soon. if anything, you wanted him to spend the night. 

"I love you," you say suddenly, gently. Eddie's eyes soften as he looks at you, becoming soaked with rain once again. 

"shit, sweetheart, I'm crazy about you too," he grins his familiar Eddie grin, the one you're so obsessed with, "and I would stay here and whisper sweet nothings to you forever, but I am getting drenched and I don't want you or your mom to kill me." 

all you can do is laugh but you're quickly silenced when your mother barges into your room. you flip around to face her, your heart in your throat. 

"(y/n)?" she says. you blink owlishly at her.

"hi mom," you squeak out, fumbling with your shorts. she looks at you for a long while, gaze flitting from your figure to your window.

"what are you doing with your window open?" she asks you. you open your mouth to say something, then turn around, half expecting Eddie to still be there. 

but he isn't. he had gone as soon as he had come to you.

you let out a long sigh of relief and turn to your mother with a shrug. 

"I, uhm, forgot to close it, actually." 

"well, make a habit of doing so. you're gonna bleed the house of all its warm air, otherwise," she says, then exits your room with a quick goodnight. 

you stand in front of your window for a long while and then finally get back into your bed, sighing from the night's ordeal. you already miss the feeling of Eddie, his lips against yours and his hands stroking your skin. your Tom Tom Club record continues its spin, and you close your tired eyes as Tina Weymouth says that he's the genius of love.

you sink into your covers, fully agreeing with her.

#MORE EDDIE HAHAHA #anyway uhhh i love. this boy. so much #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #katherine's fics ∘˚˳° ♡

[mikiafina]

“Exotic Life Form — I”

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Greetings. This story were inspired by @genshinarchives from their work, of seelie!gn!reader x genshin characters.

Dear genshinarchives, if you ever stumbled upon this work of mine and were felt like I stole your ideas and didn't like this posted anymore, we can talk about it peacefully so feel free to message me if so.

The reader's pronouns in this story is not really mentioned but the reader I have in mind as I write this is female, so be warned. Also, masterlist are gonna be posted and pinned soon so stay tuned!

Note:

CRITICISM ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED! IF YOU NOTICED ANY ERRORS IN MY WORK, FEEL FREE TO POINT IT OUT SO I COULD FIX IT!

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Trigger Warning:

Grammatical Errors, misspellings, typos, ooc, possibly curse words, use of informal language and not proof-read yet

Synopsis:

Genshin characters who were minding their own business, going through their day like any other normal occurrence of their life. When for some huge coincidence or just pure horrible luck— they were yeeted into your world, the modernized world.

How would they fare in a world they have no knowledge of? Will they last? How would they get back to their own world?

Inspired by:

@genshinarchives

“[Name]! Over here!” Your friend waved you over their table when your roamed your eyes around the interior of the café, walking over to them as you clutched your backpack's strap tighter.

“Yo, sorry ‘m late. Didn't notice the time, I was too preoccupied with my work.” You smiled as your friends shrugged off your unusual tardiness, warmth filled you as butterflies swirled around your stomach in a warming way.

“Yeah, it's fine. We know you're busy, its even amazing to think that you could find a free time despite of your cramped schedule. Multiple works in everyday as routine, heck, its amazing just imagining that you can multitask in such advanced level.” One of your friends chimed in, apparently in a state of amazed at your skills. After all, not all could do what you do as an everyday normal occurrence in life.

“Working multiple jobs ain't hard and stressful if your work is also a hobby of yours, instead, it'll be a fun work. Enough of that, any updates? I haven't been able to come out of my house for quite some time, even checking my personal accounts are too much so, spill the tea.” You brought out your laptop and tablet along with your favourite sketchbook and notebook, placing them all in the table and in your lap.

“Seriously? You're gonna do work even here? No wonder the bag that you chose to use is a backpack. Take a break sometimes, you need a vacation!” Like a rebellious kid who's being reprimanded, you weren't listening and continued where you left on sketching the draft of your commission.

“Speaking of vacations, you said you want tea, I have a tea. I recently found this website through an ad, it seems pretty legit so I tried it. The website is all about promoting an island that seemed to be ‘granting’ wishes, multiple feedbacks claimed that their said to be wishes were granted.” [Friend name] showed the said website's homepage, earning a scoff from the rest of your friends.

“Seriously, they believe the feedbacks? For all we know, they might be bought by the developers of the website. They're just planning to scam us of our moneys!” One of them claimed, slamming their hands on the table. People inside the café turned their heads towards your group making you sigh, you had no choice but to calm your friend down and apologize for the commotion and distraction that your table had caused.

“I had my fun, thank you for inviting me you guys. Take care on your way home and be careful!” You waved them goodbye and went on your way home, tugging your jacket closer to your shivering frame.

*squeak*

*squeaks*

Huh? Squeaks? Did you just hear squeaking? Where did it come from? What in the world would create squeaking noises?

Many questions swirled around your pretty head like a raging tornado, you slowly walked in to an alleyway where you assumed the noise came from. Looking around, you shone your phone's flashlight to provide at least a little of vision.

In the corner of your peripheral vision, you saw a wornout box shook frantically. When you stalked closer, abruptly, the box's lid slammed open eliciting a shriek of fright from you as a blob of liquid? Substance? Fluid? Floated in the air in front of you, what?

The blob floated closer to your frame and seemed to be in distress? The way it shook that causes its fluid body to shook along is what you assumed to be a body language of distress, upon closer look, the blob's appearance is strikingly similar to genshin's pet seelie.

As you were focused on the blob of fluid in front of you, your wrist phone rung as it vibrated. Startled, you snoozed the alarm and checked the time, only to realize at how late it is. Without any thoughts running in your mind, you tried to gently tuck the blob of fluid into your bag before wearing it on the front.

In hopes to get home as quick as possible, you run like your life was depending on it (well sort of, its late and you never know what kind of evil guys are lurking. Stay safe everyone!). You gently clutched the bag as you run to ensure that the blob of fluid wouldn't fall to the speed that you are running.

Upon arriving inside, you put your backpack down the floor softly as you slump on to the soft cushion of your couch. Leaning back as you let your tense muscles relax against the couch, completely forgetting about the blob you took home with you.

Minutes passed and you fell asleep without noticing, the blob of fluid wiggled its way out of your bag. Seeing that you fell asleep on the couch, the blob of fluid grabbed the folded blanket on the one-seat couch and pushed you to lay down comfortably in the couch, draping the blanket on your frame to prevent you from catching cold.

"Oh traveler! Just right on time, I received a commission and I know that only you can solve it. Another adventurer stumbled upon a ruin, and they claimed that outside the ruin, there's a huge group of abyss mages. They said that the device they have also grasped an unusual elemental activity going on from the ruin's direction, can you do the commission? I can assign someone who can take it if you won't." Katherine put a hand on her chest in a gentle manner, smiling at Traveler softly.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'm going out anyways, might as well do some commission while I'm at it." Traveler mumbled to himself as he took the paper from Katherine's hand, reading over the quest's information.

'Hmm.. There aren't much written information about the ruin.. I guess I'll end this quick, I still need to look for clues about Lumine's whereabouts..' Traveler thought as his lips formed a thin line, walking away from Katherine with Paimon bidding farewell to her.

"Traveler! Behind you! Look! There's a strange orb!" Paimon screamed, attracting me more abyss mage in their direction. Aether can't help but to click his tongue in annoyance, Paimon noticed Aether's mood and hid.

'Where do they keep coming up?... This is annoying me already.. I still need to find Lumine..' Aether defeated the abyss mage without letting any escape, feeling his temper boiling uncharacteristically, he stalked closer to the said strange orb and examined it.

"Uh.. Traveler..? Are you alright now?.." Paimon quietly asked as she appeared beside Aether who's inspecting the orb, seeing that his lips are still in a thin line, Paimon stopped talking and floated few steps back, not wanting to annoy Aether.

"What is this? Shall we submit this to Alhaitham or Kaveh? This thing look suspicious.." Aether lowly asked as he turned to Paimon who gave no response. Paimon got startled and panicked in her words as she answer Aether, doing her best not to cause any more further annoyance to the blonde traveler.

Just as the two were talking, the strange orb glowed brightly causing Paimon's and Aether's sight to be temporarily disabled. The whole situation cause Paimon to shriek in surprise and floated few steps back further in attempt to lessen the blinding light that's hitting her eyes. When Paimon's vision went back, Aether was no where yo be found and the dull blade that he was holding were left behind under the strange orb, laying in the orb's shadow.

Crying and panicking, Paimon flew back to Sumeru and stumbled upon Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari. The floating albino(?) raced through the air towards the four men, slamming herself against Tighnari's hold. She cried as her tears kept falling like river and her voice cracks ever so often, Paimon tried to explain what had occured in the ruin within her best but the only thing that the four men grasped in her explanation is that Aether suddenly went missing and that there's a strange orb inside a strange ruin.

"Wait- wait Paimon! Aether went missing? And what are you talking about? There's no such ruin like you mentioned in the outskirt of the forest, I would know if such ruin exist because me and the other forest rangers frequently patrol the whole territory." Tighnari made an attempt to calm the crying floating creature as he asked her numerous questions.

"Like I said! Aether and I were investigating a strange ruin! And Aether suddenly disappeared when this light from the strange orb that we found at the end of the ruin blinded us! All I heard was Aether groaning in surprise followed by his sword clanking on the ground! Then when Paimon opened her eyes, Aether were no longer beside her!" Paimon explained more cohesively as she cries harder, scared for her best friend's safety and location.

Alhaitham calmed Paimon down and suggested that they go to the Adventurers guild and post a commission on finding their blonde traveler, asking people on the way for clues and leads. The search for the Traveler had went on for 5 days and still no lead and clues or fruit in their search, the only clue and lead they have is the ruin that Paimon had mentioned so they decided to investigate the ruin themselves and find out the truth.

® mikiafina

#mikiafina🫐 #mikiafina #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #x reader #sagau x reader #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau

[spenceralexdutton]

Title: King of Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Dutton x Alexandra [Dutton]

Rating: M (this might change)

Setting: AU

Disclaimer: I do not own the Yellowstone characters!

The summary and plot are TBD, because this just came to me and I had to get it out of my head. I think you’ll get a good feel for what’s going on when you read but IF you need to be baited, which who doesn’t haha, Spencer is a bull rider (amongst other talents) and Alexandra is… well THAT I’m going to leave up to your imaginations for now! Likes, comments and reblogs not required but do help inspiration 💕I can already see them rolling around in the bed of his stock trailer living quarters but we have to get their first 👀

I do not currently have an alpha or beta reader so any typos are my own and I’ll do my best to catch them 🫡

Chapter 1

The paint horse stomped restlessly next to the cowboy. She knew her job and it was almost time. Her cowboy, on the other hand, was still brutishly nursing his shoulder from the fall he’d just taken off Silver King, the Charbray bull he couldn’t seem to stay on for more than five seconds.

The arena was packed, one of the more popular rodeos he’d ridden at. He was far from Montana, thankful for the four horse stock trailer he called home and the 1998 Dodge Ram dually that had gotten him here. He’d been following that bull since Wyoming. And he’d continue to, until he made those eight seconds count.

A group of giggling women made their way toward him and he sighed. Spencer Dutton didn’t have time for chatting or flirting - he had to get it together for calf roping, his mare telling him to hurry it up as she pranced in place. He was trying, Lord was he trying. But his fucking shoulder —

“I hear you’re the cowboy who has stayed on Silver King the longest.” A female English accent interrupted his thoughts. It was soft, airy and had a slight laughing arrogance to it.

“That so?” He replied gruffly, dropping the Biofreeze into his duffle before buttoning up his shirt, fighting the wince of pain. Spectators weren’t usually allowed back here. Maybe she was a VIP or owned one of the horses… he didn’t trouble himself with the thought too long.

“Yes,” she carried on, sidling up to him, hands behind her back. He gave her what was intended to be a brief glance but lasted a moment or two longer than it should have.

She had bouncing blonde curls that settled against her shoulders in a whimsical style. Her blue eyes danced before him, like she knew a secret he didn’t. “Rumor has it over 50 riders have tried and yet you’re leading in time.”

The mare stomped as he secured his worn leather gloves, regarding her wearily. “You write for a newspaper?”

“Sorry?” She cocked her head with question.

“Is this an interview or…?” He clarified, untying to mare from the pen rail.

“Oh! No, sir, it is not. Just had to come meet the cowboy who continues to try to beat the bull Rodeo Daily calls a maneater.”

That made him snort. He hadn’t heard Silver King called that yet.

“That’s what they’re calling him now huh?”

“It is. And you’re the hunter. Set out to bring him down.” She said it with such a way of excitement, like she’d read that off a movie title line.

He could feel his expression morph into some mix of amusement and boredom as he soothed Katy, the paint, with a gentle hand to her neck. “You believe everything you hear?”

“Only when I want it to be true.”

“And why would you want that to be true?”

“For the romance of it.”

“There’s no romance in this,” he replied, adjusting his hat out of discomfort. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she asking such… deep questions? Maybe she’d had too many drinks…

Her steady, passionate eye contact told him otherwise.

“Then why do you do it? Why put yourself in such a dangerous position constantly?”

He held her gaze. “Because dying is the most alive you’ll ever feel.”

It was like he’d lit up something inside her soul, something she’d long hid. Her eyes widen, almost mischievously as she leaned in closer. His heart beat slightly faster as he searched her eyes for some understanding of this interaction. “You don’t see the romance in that?”

He felt something within shift. Something inside of him went toward her like a dowsing rod searching for water. It was in her gaze, in her expression… he was drawn to her. And her gaze matched his, setting his long destroyed soul ablaze.

Before he could say anymore, the group of women he had heard before were surrounding her, laughing and carrying on in the way spectators always did. But he didn’t see them.

Spencer only saw her.

“Come on Alexandra, Arthur is waiting for us in the box..” one of the women said, pulling at the blonde’s arm. She let herself be pulled, but it was reluctant.

Neither spoke as she was pulled away and he was only brought back to the present when Katy stepped sideways, pushing herself into his side. He let himself be pulled back to reality as he pushed her lightly back. “Yeah yeah, I hear you, let’s go,” he pulled down one of the split reins to lead her toward the arena. His eyes lingered back toward the woman, Alexandra, though. She was gone, the sound of her friends only barely lingering in the air. But she stayed on his mind for moments longer, the question of who she was and what had just happened something that would stick with him for a while.

#spencer dutton #spencer x alex #1923 #brandon sklenar #julia schlaepfer #alexandra #alex #spencer x alexandra #alex dutton #yellowstone #spalex au #rodeo story #king of hearts

[sadrockandwaltzes]

The Secret History Questions [Spoilers]

So I finished this book recently and would love to discuss it with anyone, but there are some things that have been seriously bugging me about it.

Near the end of the book, Richard had this whole minor 'Oh woe is me I wasted 3 years of my schooling how am I going to graduate' meltdown, but as far as I know this is his first year of college. I assume that his college schooling should take 4, maybe 5, years. The first year is when people are generally able to play around with what they want to study, right? Why on earth does he say that this is the end of his 3rd year? He's 20? I'm just very confused. Was this a typo?

2. So he's been hiding his background and financial status, but I can't tell who or how many of the classics kids know. Bunny definitely suspected at the end, Henry probably knew? No idea about the twins. And then Francis generally didn't seem to know, but especially around the time where Bunny was going at Richard, Richard would sometimes have talks with Francis and occasionally the others where it sounded like they all knew that he was poor and he knew that they knew that he was poor, but were just trying to not say it aloud or let anyone find out (Such as the end where Francis was saying that not having money/having to work was fine for Richard since he was used to it (which maybe was just an observation of their time at Hampden rather than him knowing?)). And then not long after, they would be acting in ways that made it seem like they had no idea that Richard wasn't loaded, and not giving a second thought to cost. Maybe this is just rich people not being able to comprehend money as an object and not a given, but it made no sense to me. Especially with the main character sometimes having these conversations casually and then freaking out about hiding his status from the same people just a few pages later...

3. Richard's "I loved him too". Did he mean he _missed_ him and loved him as a _friend_? Was it romantic? I know a lot of people maintain there was something between Francis and Richard, but I honestly felt like the person who Richard seemed to have feelings for most was Charles, and he hardly talked about the guy. Francis and Camilla were attractive (literally the only thing he ever bothered to say about her) but Francis's personality seemed to get on his nerves after he got to know him. Richard was kind of a sucker for mysterious beauties who were out of his league... Anyway, I would've liked if Richard liked Henry since I found him more likable than the other characters (for a time anyway. You can't tell me someone who saves the main character from dying, watches over him for 3 days, and then allows him to stay at his house (didn't he also cook for him?) for weeks isn't seriously cool). But I didn't see it. It reminded me of the random points when he said that he loved Julian and the guy was one of the most important people to him. Like huh?? You never talk about this character!! And then a lot of people say that he was in love with the whole group because of what they represented, which is... fair... Anyway, I would hope it was romantic because it would be a really rude thing to say as a retort to someone turning you down...

Anyway, sorry for making this so long! I don't know if there are cannon answers for any of these questions, but I would love to hear anyone's thoughts.

#spoilers #the secret history #donna tartt #richard papen #questions #i'm very confused #henry winter #please help

[pocarinapyon]

Jealousy-Jealousy: A New Banner (Venti Continuation)

A new character banner is just around the corner and the excited you couldn't help but rave about how cool they are. Naturally, you pre-farmed materials and even spent moolah for a five-star weapon, claiming they deserve only the best of best (Meaning: four star weapons and artifacts are not allowed!! And let's not get started on the artifact stats! 😡).

Inside the world of Genshin, your bond ten Venti couldn't help but feel jealous. The flames of jealousy fueled further when you used him to grind for the new character's items. How sickening was it to think that he has become a stepping stone of your new favourite character?

Venti decided. When he materializes in your world, he will make sure to mark you and to indulge in his sinful fantasies of you. You are his and only his, after all. But he needs to be oh-so-careful not to wake you up...because when you do, he will be pulled back into Teyvat immediately. 🥲

Contents include [a brief scene introduction], [the actual chilis], and [after you wake up].

Starring : The Anemo Archon's disguise - Venti Tags / Warnings : 🌶️🌶️ [Chilis] Seggs; Implied rape; Somnophilia; Venti already addicted to his muse; The MC using (green) apple-scented shampoo / body wash; Slight misogyny if you squint; Venti being possessive; Venti wanting to ruin you (in the erotic way); Creampie; Venti licking your cums; Schediaphilia, of course; Masturbation (you); You calling Venti "Lord Barbatos"; Stray cuss words; etc.; 👑/🖥️ [SAGAU/(Reverse) Isekai]; Based on the SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept linked below but with chilis…in this case, you are not aware Venti can materialize in your room when you are asleep

Er… A friendly reminder that I don't have anyone to beta this so there might be some minor (?) typos and/or grammatical errors. Additionally, this was written in mobile and... I find it difficult to transfer from notes to Tumblr. Hopefully the mistakes aren't too annoying to turn you off. 🥲

Links : Pinned Post, JJ version A1 (Albedo / Childe / Venti / Zhongli), SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him, Anon's Request

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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Standing in front of your unconscious form was an ethereal being sent from another world. A lad adorned in a rather revealing white robes; back decorated with a pair of white feathery wings, smiled at you mischievously as he strummed the strings of his lyre to guide you deeper into dreamland. Barbatos, now as Venti, licked his lips while letting lust storm his mind.

Amidst the darkness, Venti's aqua-coloured eyes glowed as he drank your slumbering form. You were so cute like a dove peacefully still and ignorant of the danger lurking that was himself. How deliciously vulnerable. Could he ever resist?

How many times has he touched your body? Can he still recall all the times the flesh of his tongue ran across your exposed skin? Or when he lapped up your delicious flowing honey pot? Perhaps the number of times he violated and released his seeds deep inside your inviting plush cunt? No, Venti did not need to count. All he knew was loving you was addicting and anytime might be his last chance.

Gentle winds blew in the confines of your room, bringing with it your fragrant scent that Venti loved.

Loved replacing with the scent of your sex.

"Ah, my beautiful muse," Venti called, taking his sweet time to crawl on top of you. "I could just eat you right now..."

He then buried his head on your shoulders and whiffed the exposed column of your neck only to recognize the hint of his favourite fruit. Apple.

"Ehe ~ my [your name], you really want me to eat you, huh?" Venti teased as he nibbled on your neck.

He trailed sweet kisses towards your lips then gave it an innocent peck. A cute chuckle escaped his lips as he watched how lovely you looked. Meanwhile, his hands explored your body.

"You like this, don't you?" Venti said breathily as one of his hands squeezed your lady lumps while the other rubbed your already wet womanhood. "I love watching you touch yourself. You want me to fuck you, right?"

Venti knelt, freed his erected manhood then propped one of your legs up. He nuzzled his cheek on your calf while gliding his hands up and down your thighs - his sky-coloured eyes glowing fervently.

The bawdy thoughts in Venti's mind made him giggle in excitement. He pushed your lower undergarments aside and aligned the tip of his penis on your weeping entrance.

"Sing for me, my sweet~"

In a single thrust he entered your lonely cunt, sheathing himself wholly as your gummy walls hugged him impatiently. Erotic whimpers came from your lips making Venti even more avid.

"Louder, please," Venti chortled, moving his hips back so only the tip of his cock entered you then rocking forward in one swift motion to fully penetrate you, earning him another lewd cry from you.

Venti freely swayed his hips to and fro in a moderate pace. Soon, sounds of clapping flesh and gentle moans filled your room, his thrusts gaining speed until he was mating like a rabbit in heat.

Hours passed and still Venti abused your defenseless pussy. A lot of cream poured out from your womanhood, staining your thigh and forming a ring around Venti's shaft, yet the Archon kept bullying you. He reserved a lot of his stamina just so he can ruin your cunt.

"Ah ~ my sweet flower! My [your name]! I want to hear you scream my name...!" Venti whined, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and his grip on your leg slipping.

The wings on Venti's back stiffened. His climax was near. He wished you were awake so you can both have a duet - he and you chanting each other's name in worship as orgasm drew near. With this thought in his mind, he drilled himself deep inside your messy hole and spilled all his seeds inside; grasping your leg as his wings spread in a single flutter. In turn, you orgasmed once again and milked his spewing cock.

Venti sighed in contentment. He made sure to fill you to the brim. When he unsheathed himself, both your creams oozed out of your pussy. Your mix was one of his favourite to swig.

"Ehe ~ [your name], we taste great together! Better than fine wine, I say!" Venti commented proudly as he lapped on your delicious honey pot.

Slowly coming back from dreamland, you squeezed your thighs together as you felt lust course through your body. You let your eyes keep shut, focusing your senses as you reminisced the lascivious dream you had about the Anemo Archon, making your already wet underwear even more drenched.

"It stopped raining already? A shame, I wanted to play some more," Venti complained as the sun shone on wherever he stood in Teyvat.

"Nnh... Venti, do you want to have more fun?" groggily, you teased the cute green-clad bard.

You leisurely removed all of your clothing and flipped yourself to face Venti. Sliding a hand to cup your breast, you gave the bard your most gorgeous bedroom eyes before squeezing your erected nipples.

"Venti, I want your mouth nibbling these," you muttered, picturing the Archon playing with your body. Another hand trailed itself lower to cup your dripping cunt. "But not as much as I want your cock here..."

You glided your fingers on your slit before circling on your sensitive puffy clit. As your thumb massaged your nub, two digits buried themselves inside your weeping hole.

The smell of sex wafted around your room, accompanied by the sound of your sweet moans. Your hands moved on their own, dictated by your body's desire to feel good; your mind filled with images of Venti. Your nipples, your clit, and your pussy yearned to be blessed by the Archon's touch. Little did you know the bard watching you wished the same.

"Lord Barbatos, please...!" you cried as your fingers dug itself deeper inside your womanhood.

"I want your cum, please...!" you pleaded yet again, getting rougher each second. "Please fill me with your cum!"

Venti chuckled, remarking he would play another tune for you in exchange for an apple.

"A - ah! Fuck...!" you squealed as orgasm crashed down on you, tongue lolled out while imagining how it would feel if Venti - Barbatos - came inside of you.

Meanwhile, Venti stood still, smiling at you with innocent doe eyes and enjoying your erotic performance. Since you requested it, he'll fill your cunt next time and control himself from eating your pussy out.

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Hello, anon (and Venti)! Happy holidays / Merry Christmas! I hope you liked the continuation. 😁

Sorry if it was late. 🥺 I present to you additional pictures of Venti below as compensation.

Anyway.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some unripe apple. 🍏

Links : Pinned Post, JJ version A1 (Albedo / Childe / Venti / Zhongli), SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, Venti requesting to make a smut fic about him, Anon's Request

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin smut #genshin screenshots #genshin venti #genshin sagau #genshin isekai #Genshin reverse isekai #genshin venti smut #genshin barbatos #Genshin barbatos smut

[thekuraning]

fic writing asks : 17 and 27, 28?

hope you’re doing well!! I’m just about to finally catch up with the latest chapter of moving on in a maelstrom (I haven’t checked my ao3 inbox for updates in a hot minute!!), thank you as ever for writing!

WASABI THANK YOU FOR SENDING im hanging in there i hope youre doing good too <3 and i hope you enjoy the latest chapter grelhbqughoeiqg

:') i talk a lot gomen

17. talk about your writing and editing process

so i'm definitely not the kind of person who sits down and outlines their story and all the plot points or does a ton of planning (kind of a bad habit probably!!) and mostly my fics comes from some broad concepts or ideas, vibes, or any sort of vivid scene I imagine up while im daydreaming on the way to work, and then I just kind of run with it. Actually I think from all the fics I've actually tried to follow an outline for in the past, only one has gotten past a handful of chapters (that would be Turning Point, which is shockingly complete!)

And like the scenes or vibes or ideas aren't always related to major plot points or anything either, they're just character moments and either a) do not need backstory to explain the situation, so they get to be a oneshot, or b) are VERY PARTICULAR about the backstory of the Scene and then they end up a full-fledged novella/novel/epic.

So like for example, I started on Maelstrom fic for a very specific scene with a very specific character--and you might expect it to be related to the main villain! Except I didn't even have a design for him until the day I sat down to write chapter 5 (which came to me in a caffeine-fueled fever dream) and wasn't even sure what his NEXT ability would be until chapter 8. Yeah he's the main antagonist. But this entire fic. This entire damn fic. Is a stepping stone. To a scene where Yuri is going insane under house arrest and Barnaby goes to visit him. And it's the funniest fucking thing in my head. Like I want to be so clear this is just an elaborate slide puzzle to a one-paragraph gag and I have no idea if the set-up is even worth it. But then once I get started writing things kind of start to fall into place like dominoes because I spend a lot of time overthinking the world building and the canon orz

Anyways as for editing uhhhh well!!! You have probably noticed!! I have SO MANY TYPOS IN MY CHAPTERS!!! My cat hears me say so many swears after chapters are posted :( I tend to be like constantly reading and rereading and editing... the first half of a chapter. The further I go the more excited I get to post! And the less I end up reading. So uhhh yeah if anyone ever goes back to read any fic I've ever posted EVER and you're like huh I don't remember that or huh I thought it was different yeah. yeah it was. I edited it 3 months later when I reread part and realized I had 15 typos, non-sequitors, and the worst sentence composition known to man OTL

27. your favorite part of the writing process

getting experimental with it! :') i like fucking around with imagery and description and pacing to try and see what kind of vibes i can squeeze out of something. actually i forget how long ago it was but i think my buddy isleofair sent an ask once where I went on a rant about what makes a slow burn a slow burn and ever since then I've REALLY wanted to try and write a slow burn that diagetically takes place in like. one or two hours. i have no idea how it would work but i think it would be really fun to try.

otherwise i think my favorite thing is like world building but through the little background details, like trying to squish in regional dialects or brands or in-universe entertainment franchises. I was really fucking proud of myself for Barnaby's Gatorade ad reel and his promotional coffee in Maelstrom lmfaooo or like getting so fucky with Proton's slang in my pokemon fics. Still trying to figure out how to write an entire oneshot about no one understanding what he means when he says "freezycaff."

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

>:( what do you MEAN I have to have a coherent plot!!! What do you MEAN I should probably plan to avoid plotholes!!! What do you MEAN i have to write through writer's block or take breaks when I burn out creatively!!!!! NO STOPPING ONLY VIBES ONLY GOOFS AND GAFFS!!! ONLY FICS!!!

On a more serious note. My least favorite part really is since I don't do a lot of planning beforehand :( sometimes all I got be them vibes, and getting from point a to point b can be like pulling teeth if I'm not like. manic. A lot of times I feel like I have a big picture with a lot of missing little pieces, and sometrimes I just can't figure out a satisfying way to get over it. Then the perma-hiatus hammer comes out UmU RIP in pepperonis dead fics from 2018.

Thank u again for sending!! <3

#wasabicouscous #kurasays #ask game #zubat fangs actually came about from 4 scene ideas #the first was proton stabbing his mom and the 2nd was mewtwo's escape from cinnabar #the next one is slowpoke well and then after that is radio tower.... #just gotta push through fucking SILPH #hhhgggg fuckin silph bein a roadblock n such grrrrrr