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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Thief

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Pure smut, dirty talk, name calling, p in v, sexting, public acts, Lando has a big dick (deal with it), I’m sure I missed some more

Rating: R

Words: 2.9K

Requested: Yes/No

Request: Hiiii! Im not sure if you're taking requests currently but if you are then could you write a piece where Lando makes a video pranking the reader by hiding all of her tshirts/tops or any piece of garment and when she asks him where her clothes are gone he just acts innocent like he knows nothing This could lead onto to anything tbh, i wouldn't mind some 18 rated content after this and i wouldn't even mind it being warning less tysmmm and love your writings ✨✨❤️

A/N: I’m going to hell for this one, still learning how to write good smut, I think I’m getting there. Anyways this got away from me, and kinda changed the request, but I hope you like it

"Lando! Where is my favorite bra?" You yell loudly at your boyfriend. Lando rips his headphones off down the hall in his game room.

"What?" He yells back. He leans back in his chair and pauses the video game, and thankfully he wasn't streaming today.

"My bra? My favorite bra it's missing. Have you seen it?" You ask, voice getting closer until you appear before him, only wearing this eyelash lingerie bottom. It was black and baby pink with the cloth covering you see-through, and damn, he was delighted he wasn't streaming today.

"Baby, fuck, trying to kill me?" Lando asks, trying hard not to pull you into his lap, lay you on the desk, and eat you out until you forget your name.

"Lando, not now. I can't find my favorite bra; it goes with this set." You whine, annoyed you've lost yet another piece of clothing.

For the past two months, you have lost clothing here and there; it's started to get you, especially after losing this bra. You don't know what's been happening, maybe from all the traveling you do with Lando, you've lost clothing, but you never let this bra out of your sight, and this time it's the piece of clothing you lose.

"We just returned from Australia, and maybe you left it at the hotel? I can buy you a new one." He shrugs, trying not to stare at your chest.

"Lan, I was wearing it on the plane; you ripped it off me when we got home." You groan, pulling your hair and storming down the hallway to your shared bedroom.

Lando lets out his signature giggle and looks down at the left corner of his desk, the familiar baby pink poking out slightly. For the two months you've believed you have lost the articles of clothing, Lando was the one the entire time stealing them slowly. It started as a silly joke, but he couldn't help but keep doing it as the weeks passed. He's kept the clothes hidden throughout the apartment and shakes his head, glad he took this piece.

You stomp back into the bedroom and look around the room for the bra, even looking in Lando's drawers. You pull the clothing out and stop, seeing your favorite cami.

"Fucker." You whisper, everything clicking when you see other pieces of your clothing.

"Fine, you wanna fuck with me, alright then. Game on." You mumble and decide to change your outfit for girls' night.

Heading to the back of your closet, you pull out something you haven't worn since you started dating Lando. At first, you stopped wearing it out of respect for your relationship, but then you forgot you owned it until you started looking for your lost clothes.

It was this soft peach-colored halter drawstring bodycon mini dress that had a thin piece of cloth tied together to hide your breast and two strings on each side to hold the skirt closed on your hips, but it did leave a gap on your waist, showing everyone you didn't have underwear on. You grab these light nude ankle strappy heels for the shoes and do them up. Wearing them, you'd be slightly taller than your boyfriend, but tonight he wouldn't be with you, so it didn't matter. You do these light but sexy makeup look to go with the dress's color and throw your hair up the way you love when you go out.

"Lando, I'm leaving!" You yell down the hall, waiting for a reply, but you don't get one. Groaning in annoyance, you walk down the hall and see he's distracted by the video game.

Opening your mouth to get his attention, you stop thinking about how to punish him for the prank he's been pulling on you for two months. You tiptoe behind him before falling on your knees and sliding under the desk. Lando has no idea you are there and decides to click on his Twitch account and start to stream. You hear the familiar tune and stop for a second, thinking if you should do this and smirk. Payback is a bitch. You wait till he is utterly unaware before you trail your hand up his thigh, making him jump almost out of his chair.

"Fu-." He slaps a hand over his mouth to stop him from cussing, he wants to say something, but there is no way he can pull you out from under the desk without the video going utterly viral.

You put a finger to your lips, silencing him as he gently sits back down and makes up an excuse on how he felt something tickling his leg and spooked. Rolling your eyes, you ghost his leg before settling it in his lap; Lando turns bright red but says it's just hot in the room.

Palming him slowly, you smirk when you feel him twitch and grow hard under your hand. You always love how he reacts to your touch, even if it is simple and innocent, except this time, it isn't. Lando tries hard not to respond; he has to save face, but you're making it hard on him. When you're content with how stiff he's grown, you unzip his jeans, making him squirm as he shifts and pulls his pants and boxers down slightly. You watch as it lays in his lap and feel your own self growing wet.

This idea would backfire, but you knew what to do and how to stop it. Lando was big, not like, holy shit, he's enormously big, but enough to need to prep before taking him. You loved that about him. He never brags about what he's packing and keeps it to himself. So the first time you fooled around and felt it, you were taken aback, making him laugh at your confusion.

You swallow slightly, trying to relax your throat and lean forward, swiping your tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock. Lando's knees jerk upward and crash into the desk, and you have to cover your mouth to stop the giggles as he slams himself forward to the desk making sure no one can see a thing.

He keeps playing the game, trying hard not to shove his cock down your throat for how you act, but he lets you be in control, or else everyone would know what was happening right now. You make the motion again, except you suck his tip into your mouth and flatten your tongue, letting him feel your warmth. He reaches down and wraps his fingers behind your neck, urging you to take more of him, which you down, loving his weight in your throat.

Biting his lip to stop the pornographic moan about to leave his lips, he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths trying to reign in his control.

"Sorry guys, just not feeling too hot, but I'm okay. Trust me. I'm very much okay." His voice wobbles and about dies there when you start to bob your head.

You switch between swirling your tongue around his base as you bob your head and then pulling off and sucking on his tip. You know he's close when his twitches in your mouth and the vein underneath becomes visible.

"Alright, I've got to go, guys. Bye!" He yells and frantically turns everything off, and when you hear it power down, you pull off, making him moan loudly.

"Fucking Christ, sunshine, what the hell?" He yells, mixed between anger and wanting to cum.

You climb out from underneath as he turns into a stuttering mess at what you're wearing. Fixing your dress, you look down at your boyfriend.

"I've got to go; late meeting the girls." You smile innocently and peck his lips, walking down the hall.

You giggle, hearing his feet chase after you. "Wait, you can't leave just yet." He groans, and you turn around, acting confused.

"Why not?" You ask cocking your head to the side.

"I....I didn't finish." He blushes, making you almost crack, but you hold firm and sigh, standing up straight.

Turning the door handle, you smirk at him as he stares at you. "Welcome to the club." Slamming the door fast, you bolt for the elevator before he can follow you.

It was a low blow, but it wasn't true. Lando always made sure to finish you off and hated when you couldn't; of course, he understood that it took some time for people and came pretty easy for others. You laid in the middle and just prayed Lando could realize it was a joke. But, if it riled him up even more, it was perfect.

Getting to the bar took a little time, but you were able to plan even more. You found your friends, and drinks were already going around the table. Talking and drinking helped you get your mind off your boyfriend until your thoughts drifted back to Lando and how he felt in your mouth. Pathetic would be the word you'd use to describe your state.

Sliding off the stool, you go to the bathroom and go to the sink, freshening up and wiping away the alcohol on you. For the first time that night, you look at your phone and see multiple texts from Lando.

I hope for your benefit and ability to walk, you were joking earlier

Y/n, please let me know if you're okay

Fuck, I'm still stiff and I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you

When you get home, be prepared not to leave or walk for a while

If you need me to pick you up, say the word

Giggling at the back and forth between the sweet, protective boyfriend and the very horny 23-year-old, you decide to rile him up even more before texting him to come to get you.

Looking around the bathroom, you see no one as you walk into a stall and lock the door. You unlock your phone and spread your legs; hitting the record button, you give him a light tease of your fingers trailing up your thigh before disappearing under your dress. From the angle, all you could see was your hand up your clothing. Before pulling the skirt up, Lando would get a clear view of your pussy swallowing your fingers. Breathy moans leave your mouth as you move your fingers in and out, showing off how wet you are for him.

"Lando." You whine, speeding up your fingers and starting to speed them up, moans becoming louder and louder with each passing moment.

You hit the record button again, ending it as you pull your fingers out slowly, you weren't one to edge yourself, but it was only fair, with what you did to Lando, that you wait too.

Hitting send you to watch as it's delivered, and Lando opens the text immediately.

Come get me

That is all that is attached to the message, you don't get a reply from Lando, but you don't need one to know he'd be here before you walk out. Lando is always nearby when you drink, ensuring you're okay and safe. Your friends found it weird, but to you, it was his way of keeping you safe and protected from the creeps in the world.

You don't even say anything to your friends as you see Lando's car and him leaning against the car. You smile but stop short, seeing him wear an all-black outfit with the first few buttons undone and his curls curling. He was playing dirty too.

"Let's go home." Grabbing your hand, he pulls you into him, making you breathless as he kisses you deeply. His hands landed on your ass and squeezed it before landing a playful slap on it, making you moan in his mouth.

"Mhm." Your eyes are closed as he opens your door and helps you in; he comes over to the driver's side and starts the car driving back to his place.

You both sit silently before you look at him and poke more fun.

"A guy asked for my number at the bar before I sent the video." You sigh, and out of the corner of your eye, you see his hand tighten on the wheel.

"Really? Was it me or him that made you do that in the bathroom?" His voice was calm and collected but very close to snapping.

"Him, a gorgeous millionaire, was thinking of getting on my knees for him too." You giggle, and Lando shakes his head, pulling into the parking garage.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." He smiles, kissing your hand and jogging to the other side to help you out of the car.

Walking to the elevator, Lando pulls you close to him by the hip and waits for the elevator to take you upstairs. You notice he's using the hidden elevator that puts you in his penthouse instead of walking the hallway. Stepping into the elevator, he slams you against the wall, making you whine as his hand holds your throat, not tight but enough to make you squirm.

"Sunshine, you better tread lightly. First, you blow me, but I'm not able to finish in that gorgeous mouth of yours, then you wear this slutty dress that makes me want to bury my balls in you, and lastly, that video. You've been bad." He groans, his free hand playing with the loose string holding the front of your dress together.

"M' sorry." You whine, bucking your hips up to get some friction, but Lando pins you to the wall holding you still with his own body.

"No, you're not, gorgeous." He whispers, kissing your neck before biting and sucking a mark into your skin, showing off how you're his.

His hand grazes the string before pulling it, your tits falling out as Lando moans cupping one of them, loving how soft they were.

"Don't take your time. Just fuck me like I'm your whore." You whimper, still dry-humping Lando.

He chuckles, and you hear the jingle of his belt as he leans down, sucking your tit into his mouth. The elevator door opens as you both stumble over each other before he bends you over the couch.

"You want to tease and make me jealous, and then I will do that. Who do you belong to?" He asks, taking the tip of his cock and rubbing it over your wet folds, trying hard not to come from the way you moved your hips, trying to get him in you.

"Fuck me, Lando, please." You whine, but it becomes a scream when Lando enters you in one fluid movement.

He usually gives you time to adjust slowly as he slides in you, but tonight he was different. The thought of anyone catching you in the bathroom and while he was streaming, he was furious at other men seeing you that way.

"Are you okay?" He asks, bending over your back; the pressure of his weight on you makes you lustful.

"Yes, I'm okay." Smiling at how he was still thinking of your comfort, he never wants to hurt you, but that kindness is replaced with the burning jealousy of your boyfriend.

"Fuck, how are you still tight when you like to act like a whore." He groans, ramming his hips into your ass as you moan as he hits each nerve perfectly.

"Jesus Lando!" You cry as he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling you up so his chest and back are flushed as he spreads your legs farther apart.

His head rests between your shoulder and neck as he sucks and bites more marks into your neck, marking his territory. He stops, making you gasp, finally catching some air before he pulls out of you, lays you on the couch, and steps between your legs. He arches his body over you and lifts your legs to lay them on his shoulders. Lando leans down and kisses you gently before sliding into you, making you whimper at how he fills you up.

"Lando, please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have; please just let me come," You cry, unable to handle it anymore as his thumb rubs your swollen clit as he moves in and out, carefully dragging it out.

But you knew he was close too, he had this look of concentration on his face making you laugh out loud, and his eyes snapped to yours at your laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" He asks and slams into you, making your laughter turn to a breathy moan.

"You want to come too? You have this look like you're trying not to come." You tease, and Lando loses his serious face and smiles, biting his lip.

"Shut up; I can't help it. I could come to just at your smile. I can't help it. You left me with blue balls." Kissing you gently as you both moan when you squeeze around him.

"Damn." He mumbles as he starts to speed up, leaving you both breathless as he takes your other tit into his mouth, sucking and kissing as your fingers dig into his hair, loving the way his necklace dangles between the two of you as his thumb rubs harder, making your muscle tighten.

"Co-coming!" You cry as you fall apart underneath him, and Lando still as his orgasm crashes into him. Both of you left your mouths open, gasping for air.

"I love you." He whispers as your fingers hook his necklace and pull him in for a kiss.

"I love you too; also, stop stealing my clothes. If you want me naked, you could smile at me." Making him laugh as he pulls out of you and picks you up like nothing.

"Alright then, new rule. No clothes." Laughing as you roll your eyes, kissing his cheek.

"Deal." Making Lando smile at you, you weren't kidding, and his smile was pantie-drop-worthy.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 9 months

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This Love Came Back to Me (8)

Summary: You and Bradley hadn’t ended on bad terms; really, you stopped before the two of you could even truly begin. Still, in the last seven months, you had never completely left his mind. So when you suddenly appeared in front of him at the bar, asking for a favor and pulling him into a kiss, he thought maybe it was the perfect opportunity to see if this time, things could be different. But what neither of you realized was that there’s more going on than just rekindling a lost romance, and it might not be as easy as simply just wanting it.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: second chance romance, language, allusions of smut and potential full smut, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, delusions of feelings, unwanted attention.

Part Eight Word Count: 4K

Part Seven :: Series Masterlist

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“Are you kidding me?!”

Anna’s squeal was so loud it drew the attention of the nearby tables and you laughed as you shushed her. Simone was just as bad, reaching over to grab your arm and shake you as much as she could while you were both seated.

“You bitch!” she accused, and you laughed harder at how absolutely scandalized everyone looked.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “I just…forgot to mention it.”

You winced before you were even done speaking, knowing how they’d react to the excuse. They didn’t let you down as another of your friends threw a cloth napkin across the table.

“You start seeing the hot pilot again, and you forget to mention it?!”

“One who it was dumb to break up with anyway, for the record,” Anna added on, just for good measure. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but partially agree with her, too.

“It’s only been a month!” you exclaimed, though you knew it was a useless defense. “And technically, he’s an aviator.”

“He flies something that goes in the air. He’s a pilot.”

You didn’t bother to hide your grin as you took another sip of your peach mimosa.Your friends had immediately turned into a firing squad launching questions at you when you casually mentioned you had been running late because Bradley had been trying to convince you to let him drop you off instead of you driving yourself. He had brought it up with a kiss to the top of the head and his arms wrapped around you from behind when you were getting ready. He was going to the driving range with some of the guys, and had insisted that if it went how it usually did, he’d be finding excuses to leave after an hour or two anyway.

“They’re too competitive, and they’re cheats, and my wallet can only take so much, okay? What better excuse is there than having to go pick up my girlfriend?”

You had turned down his offer with a playful roll of your eyes and a comment about how maybe he shouldn’t make bets when he knows he’s not all that great of a golfer. He had gasped in mock outrage and tickled your sides, which had led to you kissing him in apology through your laughter, and before you knew it, he was lifting you onto the bathroom counter and had made you both a little late leaving your house. You bit your lip at the memory, your body tingling for another reason besides the champagne.

“So, do you think it’s serious this time? Like…in it for the long haul?”

You thought about how the last month of your life had arguably been one of the worst of your life because of work and those that came with it but how despite all that, when you thought of the passage of time, the first thing you thought of was how happy it was because you had Bradley back in your life. You were able to, for the most part at least, forget all of the bad when he was there. You thought of how glorious it was, falling asleep and waking up with him, and all of the little things he did that made it so obvious how he cared for you. He was simultaneously able to light you on fire in the best of ways and offer you peace to any situation, all at the same time. He was so beautiful, so kind, and he made you feel like no one else ever had. He never let you feel like a burden, and instead made you so confident that he felt all these things, too.

Those words you hadn’t said flashed in your head again but you swallowed them down with another sip of champagne.

“Yeah,” you grinned into the rim of your glass, unsure if it was the champagne or your thoughts that were making you feel warm and giddy inside. “I think so. I hope so.”

There was cooing and awwing that broke out around the table but you didn’t even care, too content and happy to do anything but laugh.

It was over two hours later that you were hugging them all goodbye on the sidewalk outside of the restaurant, stomach full from brunch and your sides aching from how much you had laughed in such a short amount of time. It was so nice to just sit and talk and laugh with them, catching up on life and gossiping about relationships and things going on in the world. You were so glad that Bradley had convinced you not to cancel. You didn’t realize how much you had missed your friends until you were around all of them again.

Anna hung back when everyone had dispersed, handing you a business card out of her purse. You raised your eyebrow in question.

“It’s a friend of mine who works in your field,” she told you with a smile. “I know you’ve been on the market for a while. He’s a manager, and he’s going to have a spot opening up on his team soon. I mentioned your background to him, and he said to have you reach out if you think you might be interested. Not a guarantee, obviously, but I don’t think it’d hurt either. I think you guys would vibe really well together.”

You read the details on the card and clutched it a little bit tighter. It was a company you had briefly looked at during your job search, but they hadn’t had any openings at the time. Excited anticipation rose in you and after carefully putting it in your purse, you threw your arms around your friend. She laughed off your thank you as she squeezed you a little bit tighter.

“I hope it works out. But at the very least, even if it doesn’t, I can say that I’m at least responsible for bringing you and Bradley back together, since you were supposed to meet me at the bar that night. So I’m not going to feel bad anymore for ditching you at the last minute.”

You threw your head back with a laugh. “Fair enough. Thanks for being a flake.”

She shoved you, rolling her eyes and scowling at you playfully. “You’re so welcome,” she said sarcastically. She winked as she started walking away. “Have a good rest of the weekend with your aviator,” she called as she opened her car door. “We’ll have to get our Navy men together for a double date soon!”

And then it was just you, standing there on the sidewalk on a sunny San Diego afternoon, contemplating what to do. You grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket when you felt it buzz. Like you always did, you smiled when Bradley’s name popped up. He was checking in to see if brunch was still going. His friends were going another round at the driving range, and he wanted to see where you were to decide if he was going to participate. It made you giddy how if you were home, he wanted to be there too.

You thought over your options for a moment, chewing the inside of your cheek. You hadn’t been planning on doing anything after you separated from your friends. But you were in a great mood, feeling better than you had in a while in regards to being out on your own. The restaurant you ate at was in one of the shopping districts you liked and it was a beautiful day. Since you were already here, you decided you were going to walk around for a little while. Setting off in the direction of the coffee shop a few stores down, you responded to your boyfriend's text, telling him to enjoy the next round.

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A bag from the jewelry store next door hung on your wrist. You had popped in in hopes of finding a similar necklace to the one you had lost and were pleased that they had the exact duplicate in stock. Now, you were sipping on a latte as you browsed the shelves in the bookstore. You had already mindlessly looked through a few genres and, without finding anything new that caught your eyes, decided that you would look for the next book in a romance series you had started a while ago.

You were humming along to the song playing over the speakers as you walked down the aisles of paperbacks and hardcovers, your finger tracing the spines as you went. “Ah-ha!” you muttered to yourself, finally finding what you were looking for on one of the shelves in the corner of the store. You flipped the book over to read the synopsis on the back and were so engrossed in the synopsis that when you heard your name from right behind you, you startled so hard that the novel flew out of your hand and your hot coffee sloshed out of the lid and onto your skin.

You whipped around and your eyes instantly widened in alarm. All at once you felt anxiety spread through your body like wildfire, your heart racing dangerously.

“Paul,” you gasped.

He was there, standing so close to you that you had felt his breath on your neck when he spoke your name. You nearly tripped over your own feet when you quickly took a step back. He was smiling broadly at you in the same way he always did.

“I was hoping I’d find you!” he exclaimed, “I saw you earlier at the restaurant, but I didn’t want to interrupt your time with your friends.”

Your mind whirled at his comment. He had been there? He had seen you?

“You looked like you were having so much fun,” he continued like what he was saying was completely normal. Your stomach dropped. He hadn’t just been there. He had been watching you.

“I-” you started, shaking your head. You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth felt so dry all of a sudden.

“You look pretty today.”

Bradley had told you more than once how beautiful you looked before you left the house in your sage green sundress and denim jacket, white tennis shoes on your feet. And you had felt it, too. But in an instant, you were uncomfortable in your own skin. You felt dirty at his praise and the way he was looking you up and down.

Paul looked at you expectantly, waiting for a response. But you had nothing to say. Your mind was moving so quickly that it was hard to remember how to form sentences. You stared at him with wide eyes. A beat passed before he sighed, his smile dipping. His eyebrows knitted a little tighter together as he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to talk at work the last few weeks. I was told I should stay away from you for right now.”

You processed the words slowly, because they didn’t make any sense. He genuinely sounded apologetic, and was looking at you with something that looked like sympathy. But not for anything he had done. But because you hadn’t been able to talk?

“You’re….sorry?”

“Yes,” he nodded. When he nodded in emphasis, his glasses slipped down his nose. He pushed them up as he continued. “I forgive you, by the way.”

“Forgive me?” you stuttered out, sounding incredulous.

“For turning me in,” he explained. The look on his face darkened as he clenched his jaw. “I’m sure it was your boyfriend who told you to do it.” He practically spat the word out, but then he quickly schooled his features, resuming the smile from before. “Anyway. I’m sure it will all be resolved soon. They’ll see that nothing is wrong and it was just an overreaction on your part.”

You didn’t understand anything that was happening right now. You couldn’t. You stared at Paul in disbelief, unable to comprehend how he honestly believed the words coming out of his mouth. Every one felt like little pellets being thrown at you, each one stinging more than the last. Your fight or flight instinct was finally coming online and you swallowed thickly, trying to figure out what to do.

“I - I need to go.”

You startled again when you shuffled to the side, because Paul was quick to mimic the movement, staying in front of you and blocking your way.

“Do you need a ride home?”

You nearly choked at the question. “Do I ne- no,” you said vehemently, shaking your head. “No.”

“I saw you drinking. I don’t mind taking you home if you drank too much,” he said, taking another step toward you. You stepped back, your shoulder blades digging into the books behind you and leaving you with nowhere else to go. Paul moved closer, so close you could see the smudges on his glasses and smell the cheap scent of his cologne. It reminded you of a high school locker room, and something flickered in the back of your mind. You had made that comparison before, a few weeks ago at the farmer’s market with Bradley. You had felt like someone was watching you and had smelt this same smell then, and your anxiety spiked when you realized what that meant.

God, he had been there.

“You don’t live too far from here. It wouldn’t be an issue.”

You had averted your gaze to the floor, purposefully avoiding eye contact. But your head snapped up so fast that you felt a twinge in your neck. Your already fast beating heart seemed to double down, your pulse thundering so hard beneath your skin that you could practically hear it. Bile rose in your throat as panic started to claw at you.

“How do you know that?” you asked, pressing yourself further into the shelf behind you. “How do you - do you know where I live? Do you know my address?”

He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with genuine confusion and curiosity, like it was you who was spouting off nonsense. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You gave it to me.”

“I never told you that,” you spat. Your voice came out higher pitched, shaky and incredulous. You were so certain you had never done such a thing.

“You shared your location with me, remember? At work that day? You wanted me to know.”

He said the words slowly, like he was explaining something difficult to a child. He was looking at you like he was concerned for you for not remembering. Like you were dumb. You had never felt so small in your life in the worst of ways. Your mind searched through every encounter you ever had with him, trying desperately to figure out what he was talking about.

And then you remembered. It was the month he had started, and your team was doing a happy hour after work. He was new to the area and wasn’t familiar with where the bar was. He had asked to ride with you, but you had been uncomfortable with the idea, so you had shared your location with him instead to help him get there on his own. But it had been a temporary share, just for an hour. That was it, you were sure of it. There was no way…

You scrambled for your phone. Your hands were starting to shake as you went into your contacts. Dread settled heavy in your stomach when you clicked on him.

Oh, god.

You had blocked his number months ago after the first time you had reported him to HR, when he had started texting and calling you all the time. Tears welled in your eyes when you saw that, despite that, you were still actively sharing your location with him. You hadn’t hit the hour setting that day. You had hit indefinitely. He had had access to it all this time.

It had been months. He had known where you were for months. All those times he had shown up where you were. The grocery store. The gym. Restaurants. The Hard Deck the last two Fridays in a row. He had figured out where you lived by monitoring where you were.

And you had done it. It had been an accident, but you had done it. And he interpreted it as you wanting him to know. As…as wanting him.

And it was because of you. It was your own doing.

“Oh! I almost forgot!”

You watched in what felt like slow motion as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar piece of jewelry. It was simple, a single small charm with your initial on it dangling from a thin gold chain. It was the same one you had worn for you don’t even know how long. The same one that had gone missing two weeks ago, that you had just bought a replacement for less than an hour ago. It’s the same necklace that you were so confident had been on the jewelry plate on your dresser, where you always put it when you take it off, but that you couldn’t find anywhere.

“I found this by your desk. I know you wear it all the time, so I figured you missed it and would want it back. I kept it safe for you.”

He held it out to you with a large grin. He looked proud of himself, smug. You knew that your face was horrified in return.

Your desk, he said.

But it was on a Monday morning before you left for work that you couldn’t find it. You had it on in the picture you and Bradley had taken together the day before, when you wouldn’t have been anywhere near the office. He couldn’t have found it near your desk.

He had your necklace. He knew where you lived.

You felt like you were going to throw up. You could taste it in your throat, feel it all through your body.

Your eyes flickered down to your phone and then back up at him, before repeating the pattern one more time. You stared at each other for a beat before you swallowed and tapped the screen. You were looking him in the eye when you hit “stop sharing.” His eyes widened as he realized what it was you had just done, and the friendly mask he had carefully maintained throughout the entire exchange disappeared in an instant.

“Why would you do that?”

Paul’s blue eyes were as dark as the ocean and as cold as it, too, and he was reaching for you. His clammy hand clamped around your wrist and squeezed tightly, and he was trying to yank you against him. Panic gripped you. He was saying something, but you couldn’t hear it. There was a ringing in your ears and it was like the aisles of books were closing in on you.

You had to get out of here, away from him. You had to, and you were acting on pure instinct when you finally moved. You popped the lid off of your cup and threw the still hot coffee at him. Paul shouted in surprise as the liquid hit his face and covered his glasses. He was so close that some of it splashed back on you. When he stumbled back, he let go of your wrist as instinct took over to wipe at his face.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” you hissed. And then in the same moment, you ran.

Paul called out as you turned the corner and you pushed yourself faster. You didn’t even pause when you burst out of the door of the bookstore. You narrowly avoided running into several people as you darted through the shopping district in the direction of where you parked your car. The tears started as you ran. You didn’t even see the dip in the sidewalk until you were hitting the ground. You let out a sharp cry of surprise, but even then, you didn’t stop, struggling quickly back to your feet.

You could see your car now. You tugged your keys from your bag, nearly dropping them in your haste. You scrambled to hit the unlock button and slid into the driver’s side.

Tears blurred your vision as you pulled out of the parking lot and after a minute of driving, the first sob worked its way out of your throat, followed quickly by a second.

Paul knew where you lived. He had tracked your movements. This was your fault, your mistake having led you here.He had been following you for months, and it had all been because of your own carelessness. Your chest felt so tight - you could barely breathe.

You made a sharp turn onto a different street at the last second, and then another after that. You were nearly hyperventilating by the time you finally stopped in another busy parking lot.

Your hands were shaking so hard when you grabbed your phone from where you had thrown it in the passenger seat. You had to enter your passcode three different times because the trembling was so bad before it finally unlocked. Paul’s contact profile was still pulled up; you choked on another sob as you closed out of it and went to another. Once the sound of ringing echoed through your bluetooth you lost the grip you had on your phone. It fell to your lap and you clenched the steering wheel instead, your palms stinging, trying to remember how to take a deep breath.

“Hey, baby. You all done?”

Bradley’s voice surrounded you as it echoed from your speakers. In any other situation, you would have been able to hear the smile in his voice and would be delighted in knowing you were the one that put it there. But as you choked out his name, all you could think about was Paul. He had been watching you. He knew where you were all the time and it was all your fault. You let out another sob.

The shift in Bradley’s tone was immediate. “Bug? What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

You felt like you were drowning, sinking deeper and deeper into your panic. Bradley called your name and you didn’t think it was the first time. You tried to get enough air into your lungs to force words out. “I- Bradley,” you gasped.

“I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong. Please, baby. Please.” He was begging you, he was so worried, and another wave of guilt washed over you. “Just take a breath. In and out, sweetheart. Come on.”

You tried so hard to match the exaggerated breathing he was doing through the phone. You wanted to say something to him, to explain what was going on, but whenever you opened your mouth, another violent, gasping cry came out.

“B. He-he-he-” Black dots started appearing in your vision and you knew if you didn’t get ahold of yourself, you were going to pass out. With all the strength you could muster, you sucked in one deep, choppy breath. It left you in a painful exhale, your chest so tight it physically hurt. With violently shaking hands, you picked your phone up again. A brand new bout of nausea overtook you when you sent Bradley your location.

Paul had known where you’ve been for months, yet you had never even shared it with your own boyfriend.

“Can you - come - come get me?” you managed to choke out. “Please? I - I can’t -”

“I’m on my way, baby. Don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

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honeybear-yammy · 2 years

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Let's Make A Deal | Barry

Warnings: cursing, smut, mention of drugs, fingering, unprotected sex, teasing, degrading kink, oral sex, orgasm denial

Pairings: Barry x Female Kook Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes to Barry for her fix but, she ends up paying Barry in another way.

You waited in Barry’s trailer for him to get your weed. You use to have a hard time trying to buy weed from people for prices that weren’t crazy, even though you were a Kook. Rafe suggested that you should go to Barry and you decided to try him out. Barry came back out with the weed and looked at you with a smirk.

“Y'know what, you’re a pretty thing thing so, I’ll give you a discount just for that.” Barry winked at you. You smirked a little. “Well thank you, I accept that offer.” You said with a smirk as you looked through your purse looking for your wallet. You knew it had to be in there, where else would it have been? Barry watched you and corked his brow and you just gave him a smile and kept rummaging through your bag.

Shit… you forgot your wallet. “So.. I have a little problem..” You said with a small smile. “What is it peach?” He asked. “I- well.. I forgot my wallet..” You sighed. “Well you can’t expect to get this shit for free.” Barry said. “No I know, I know..” You sighed. “Look, I can go run and get my wallet then come back, I won’t even take the weed with me so you know I’m not lying.” You said.

“I have a better idea sweet thing.” Barry said with a smirk. “And that is?” You asked. “Instead of running and getting your wallet… you let me get a taste of that pretty little pussy.” Barry said. “You want to fuck me as my payment for my drugs?” You asked. “You got it sweet thing. What do you say?” Barry asked.

“I mean… okay..” You said acting like you weren’t that interested, which was an obvious lie. You have imagined more than once of how it would feel to have Barry fuck you senseless. It’s something you have wanted for awhile. Barry looked at you with a smirk. “You’re a little slut aren’t you?” He smirked. “Only for you Barry..” You smirked a little. Barry bit his lip studying you. “Yeah, you gonna be my little cumslut tonight?” Barry smirked biting his lip.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be Barry..” You smirked. Barry pulled you over and kissed you roughly. You put your hands through his hair and tugged a little. Barry let out a small grunt when you tugged on his hair. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into his bedroom before tossing you onto his bed. Your spine hit the mattress as he crawled on top of you and kissed you again. Barry tugged off your dress revealing that you were not wearing a bra, so you were laying there in just your thong.

“So fucking pretty..” Barry said with a smirk as he got to work on your tits. You gasped and put your hands through his hair as he left wet kisses all over your breasts, surly leaving marks. He sucked on each nipple before trailing wet kisses down your stomach. He tapped your hips signaling you to raise your hips and you did so. Barry pulled your thong off and smirked when he got a good look at your wet center.

“Jesus y/n, you’re fucking soaked.” He smirked swiping a finger through your wet folds and hummed slightly. Barry began to rub and play with your bud with his fingers making you moan out. “Such a little slut for me.” He smirked. Barry pulled you to the end of the bed and got on his knees and began to eat you out. You moaned out as his tongue flicked your clit around. Barry shoved one finger into you and began to finger you quite quickly. You moaned out and you could already feel the knot forming in your stomach.

You clenched around his finger but, Barry pulled his finger out of you and stood up. You whined at loss of contact. “Barry, let me cum.” You whined. Barry chuckled. “No pretty girl, you’re not allowed to cum unless your on my cock.” He smirked. “I- but-” You went to talk but he cut you off. “Get up off the bed and on your fucking knees now!” He ordered. You did as you were told and got onto your knees. Barry got his clothes off and he aligned his dick with your mouth. “Open your slutty mouth.” He growled. You opened your mouth and he shoved his thick cock into your mouth.

You moaned making him groan from the vibrations. You took as much of his length in as you could and pumped the rest of his length with your hand. Barry groaned out and put his hands in your hair making a makeshift ponytail before bobbing your head on his cock. You gagged a few times when his cock reached the back of your throat but, you fucking loved the feeling.

Barry bobbed your head faster on his cock, you could tell he was close. You hollowed your cheeks so you could take more of him in. His cock began to twitch inside of you as he shot his load into the back of your throat. You swallowed his load then he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up to look at him.

“Open.” Barry said. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He checked to make sure that you swallowed his cum and when he saw you did he spat into your mouth and closed your mouth for you. “Swallow.” He said. You did as you were told and he smirked.

Barry pulled you back up by you hair and tossed you back onto the bed. He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up by your hips to be in doggy style. He spat on his cock and rubbed his spit along his cock then aligned his cock with your pussy.

Barry thrusted in roughly making you gasp loudly. He thrusted into you roughly as you moaned out loudly. He tugged you up by your hair so your back was pressed against his chest making you gasp. You held onto the headboard for support as he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Tell me I have a big cock.” Barry growled into your ear. “Fuck Barry! You have such a big cock, it’s so fucking big!” You moaned out. “Yeah, you like my cock you little whore?” Barry asked. “Fuck yes Barry!” You moaned out. “Good girl.” Barry growled. You could feel a knot bubbling in your stomach. “Fuck Barry, I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum baby!” You moaned out. “Fuck yes, cum all over my cock baby.” Barry growled and reached his free hand down to rub your clit. You eyes rolled back as you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you and you came on his cock. You clenched around his cock and you could feel him twitching inside of you.

“Come on baby, milk me for all I’ve got.” Barry said as you clenched around his cock more. Barry shot his load into your pussy and let go of you. You fell onto the bed gasping and catching your breath. Barry pulled out of you and laid beside you. “Fuck that was amazing.” He said. “It was..” You said with a giggle. “Here is your weed.” Barry said tossing the little baggy to you. You caught it and smirked. “Thanks.” You said. “We will have to do payments like this more often.” Barry said with a smirk.

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lysarria · 8 months

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This is an idea I had a while back but I didn't go for it. I've been working on a 2 part Sy fic and then my lovely friend @mayloma wrote about Trainer!Sy and it sparked up this idea again and I decided to just go for it. Sorry in advance for typos 🤪. I'm still new to writing but I enjoy it a lot. Thank you for reading 🥰🤗

Warnings: 18+, cussing, sexual thoughts, sexual talk, hot and horny Sy 🥵

Word count: 904

A change in plans

I rushed back to my desk after the work meeting had ended and it went way past the allotted time of 4:30 p.m. I looked at the time on my laptop before it shut down - 5:25pm. Fuck! I had no way of letting Sy know during the meeting that it looked like it would be going over. Damnit. I quickly grabbed my phone and purse and ran out of the building. Tapping my phone screen but no response... I pushed the power button... nothing. Are you fucking serious? My phone battery is dead? I had such a busy day at work I barely used it. I thought I had charged it. What else will happen? I unlocked my car and plopped into the driver seat and tossed my purse onto the passenger seat. I reached for my charger cord and notice it's missing. Why ?!!! Fucckk! Sy is probably worried about me and I have no way to charge my phone to call him. I remember I had left my charger in his truck from our random day trip we took last weekend. During the drive home I had many thoughts in my head. Sy knows that sometimes my meetings can go over but also those times I had a charged phone and could communicate with him.

I had reached our driveway. His truck is in the driveway. As I am getting closer to our house I notice Sy standing outside all dressed up. His hair is styled. Beard is shaped up. He looks so incredibly handsome. Oh fuck....he wanted to take me out on a Friday night date to a restaurant that's out on the river with a beautiful outdoors seating setup.

I pull up next to his truck and as I am getting out he leans up against the sliding glass doors, crossing his arms and stares at me.

Me: Bear, I'm so so so sorry. My meeting went past time and I had no way to tell you. I was going to call you otw to my car and my phone battery had died and then discovered I forgot my car charger in your truck.....

*looking back at his truck and then turning to look back at Sy*

I really am sorry. I've not had much luck this evening it seems. I slowly begin to walk towards Sy and I can smell the sandalwood cologne that I had bought for him. This man sends me into overdrive so easily.

Sy - *continues to stare* I was gettin' pretty worried about ya Sug. I sent ya some texts and then I called but went straight to voicemail. I am glad you are home safe. I was giving ya a bit more time to get home before I went to check on ya. I was excited to take ya out tonight for a date but I've made a change in our plans....

Me - *walking closer to Sy* We can still go! Give me a few minutes to freshen up. It's not too late to go. *I reach for him and he steps back and I felt my heart sink and then I was concerned. Trying to not let tears form*

Sy - tsk tsk. I said I made a change in our plans for this evening. You've been a naughty girl today. You didn't charge your phone last night. You forgot your charger in my truck. You wore those sexy dress pants today that hug your ass so perfectly and then you had to wear that peach color tank top that looks so good with your skin color. Ya might have been at work all day but seeing ya wearing that outfit this morning....ya know it's one of my favorites and watching your cute self getting ready to leave for work and then ya kiss me and you had on that sweet tasting lipgloss...ya don't realize how close I was to telling you to call into work so I could keep ya all to myself today. I've almost gone crazy today with thoughts about ya and how eager I was for ya to come home, baby.

Me - *I notice that he isn't mad. Nope...that's not mad. The way he's breathing. Watching his chest go up and down. That look in his eyes. I looked down slightly and noticed the huge buldge in his pants and my eyes widen and feel my cheeks get warm. I quickly snapped my eyes back to Sy and I feel my heart rate speed up.*

I want to make it all up to you my bear and show you I'm sorry.

Sy - Don't ya worry sugababy. I've already thought up a few ideas on how ya can make up for being so naughty today *grins and winks* and each idea will have you moaning my name over and over.

Me - *Staring at this hunk of a man and inhaling the scent of his cologne and feeling my body start to shake from being turned on*

I love you, Sy.

Sy quickly approaches me and picks me up and puts me over his shoulder and smacks my ass a couple of times as he takes me into the house and I can't help but giggle and feeling excited for these new plans that he made.

Sy - my naughty girl is giggling right now but those giggles will soon turn into heavy breathing and moans. I love you too, Sugababy.

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spitinsideme · 3 months

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Peach blossoms and wolfsbane

Belladonnas

Chapter 3

By writer anon

Sorry if there is any typos or mistakes in advance

Winona is walking down the steps of the manor at 7:45 and is trying to figure out how to tie a Bow tie since she has never tied one before. “C’mon now blasted thing.” She let out a loud groan. Agatha tapping her foot at the base of the stairs “What in Tarnation took you so long?” She said with a huff. “It’s this darn get up you have me in it took forever to put it all on”She said as she struggles some more with the tie before exclaiming “Damn this tie how the hell is am I supposed to tie it?!” Winona growled. Peggy over heard Winona’s little fit and came over to help. “Here let me” Peggy said. As Peggy fixes Winona’s bow tie. Winona looks away in embarrassment while Agatha continues to lecture about being on time. “There! All done.” Said Peggy with a smile. “might I say you look rather dishy this evening.” She said with a lingering touch on Winona’s chest “Uhh thanks Miss O’Nell.” Said Winona. “It’s no problem love.” Peggy said she winked at Winona and left. Agatha now confused what was that about?” Agatha asked. “Uhh beats me.” Said Winona equally confused. “Anyways we should get going.” When they headed outside there was a worker carrying some potted wolfsbane.Agatha stopped for a brief moment before asking the worker to stop for second. “Didn’t you say we have to get going?” Said Winona “oh hush this will only take a second.” Said Agatha. She plucks one of the wolfsbane flowers and sticks on the outside of the pocket by threading the stem through the shirt Winona was wearing she also did the same with the suit jacket pocket. “There! Your outfit needed just needed a little something” said Agatha.With that Winona let out a very loud groan once more. They hop in a carriage and they are now heading to the gala that the duke is holding. On the way there Agatha remembered something important about the gala that she forgot to tell her loyal guard. “Oh I almost forgot about these.” Agatha stated as she fished under the seat for the something she forgot. Winona interest suddenly as little peeked “Whatcha forget? “Ah ha found ‘em!” Agatha exclaimed. In Agatha’s hands were a horse and coyote mask in her hands. Winona now even more confused and interested piped up and ask “what are those for?” “These are for the gala it’s a masked ball I forgot to tell you my bad.” Agatha stated. Winona now even more disgruntled said “Great even More reason to hate this damn ball. The food better be good at this place I swear.” She huffed. “Must you always think with your stomach you really are a dog.” Then Agatha got a cheeky grin on her face “You know what you outta take this mask then” Agatha hands Winona the coyote mask. Winona snatches it and growls at the older woman”Whatever.” she mutters.

They finally arrive at the hall and they are greeted at the door by a butler. Winona wearing a coyote mask is sighing an is bit slouched. Agatha elbowed them in the gut a bit. Winona let out an oof and quietly snarled to her boss “ What was that for?!” “ for being rude now stand up straight and quit your belly aching.” Agatha said. “Whatever.”Said Winona. Agatha took a look around the room and saw that the room was armed to the teeth with all the guards standing near every corner,exit, and entrance. She glances over to her body guard whos shoulders are currently tensed and a scowl is present. She sighed ‘wish she wouldn’t scowl like that its party she needs to relax a bit.’ Then announcement was made on top of the stairs

Meanwhile behind the pillars near the stairs

“Are you ready my lady?”Pomni asked. Spitzy sighed “As ready as one can be.” She said with a frown. She dawned her mask. Pomni handed her the broach that Spitzy’s fiancé got her. It was a belladonna flower with some golden leaves. She pinned it to her her dress near her chest.Then her husband to be made his appearance and held out his arm for Spitzy to latch on to. “Don’t embarrass me tonight understand.” The duke hissed. ‘As if you need my help with that’ she wanted to say that so badly but instead Spitzy held her tongue and said “I understand.” On queue the unhappy couple were announced and they make their way down the steps arm in arm.

All the while Winona finally looks to where all the commotion is happening and hears what she assumes is the duke and lady of the manor are making their grand entrance. Winona looks at the “couple” descending the stairs. And what she sees she will never forget.’wowzer’ was the only thought running through her head

Spitzy is all ready over this whole shindig and wishes for it to be over but then she feels a certain pair of eyes in the crowd watching her and she briefly locks eyes with someone in what looks to be a dog mask or a fox? She isn’t quiet sure. She wished to look at the person in the mask a bit longer but she blinked and the person wearing the canine mask was just gone ‘How peculiar’ Spitzy thought to herself. she could not help but ponder who that beautiful stranger was

The reason for Winona’s disappearance was in the form of her boss Agatha. “So why did you drag me over here?” Winona asked. “I just wanted to tell you have the night off thats all.” Agatha responded. “What?! Why?!” Exclaimed Winona which got the attention of a few party goers. Agatha sighs and said “Look around this place already is armed to the teeth there ain’t no need for you to be on guard,so go on have some fun!” Agatha only spoke half the truth you see she heard rumors that the lady of this manor is also unhappy with her husband to be and with the way Winona looked at her with such awe she hasn’t done that with any woman before. She didn’t know how this will end either badly or strangely wonderful she hopes it all works out and that she didn’t set something awful in motion. ‘Besides whats the harm, the duke is a swine and chases skirts of other women when his fiancé’s back is turned.’ Agatha thought to herself. Now all the piece are set in place lets see how this plays out.

Spitzy was listening to some big shot lawyer drone on and on about hope much money he makes. She wasn’t really paying attention and something else caught her eye. It was the person in the fox mask or was it a dog still she wasn’t sure. The canine masked person was leaning on a pillar and just sipping what looked like to whisky on the rocks. She took in what she was wearing the mysterious woman was wearing a suit jacket that was a very dark gray draped over on her shoulder with a white button up, dark leather gloves,belt,dark brown leather suspenders,Some formal slacks,a black bow tie,some kind of laced up boots and a top her head was a top hat that was slightly skewed to the right. Spitzy’s mouth was slightly a gape she wanted to look away but she realized she couldn’t ‘oh dear’ she thought. She finally was able to look away when someone else had called out to her to ask her a question. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the woman she saw…

Winona grabbed a drink to calm her nerves but it didn’t do much she leaned against the pillar and glanced over to the crowed when a certain masked woman got her attention. The very same one she herself was staring at. she was wearing this elaborate and delicate looking gown with lace and bit a of frills.it was yellow and cream colored the fabric of the dress made her look like she was gliding rather than walking. Winona’s mouth goes dry and it isn’t because of her drink she noticed the mask the person was wearing it was basic one that is just a human like mask but with some feathers adorned on it. She quickly looked away not wanting to draw attention to herself ‘after all why would someone like that want to talk to me.’ She thought to herself. She sits and takes a sip of her drink.

Spitzy getting tired of socializing with the fat cats around her decided to rest by a pillar that was just slightly out of view of the guests. She lefts out a sigh but instead of leaning on cool marble she feels a something else or rather someone. Said someone who let out an little oof and who should it be but the person with the canine mask that she was staring at earlier. Being a tad frazzled Spitzy quickly apologized” I’m so sorry” she began but instead of getting upset the masked person seemed unfazed in fact one might say she was amused.”Hey now, don’t fret it’s not everyday I run into a pretty lady such as yourself.” Said Winona while holding her suspenders with her thumbs. Spitzy can feel herself getting flush and unfortunately for her Winona took her long silence as something else and decided she best make herself scarce. In actuality the reason for long pause is because of two things one Spitzy was not expecting such a beautiful voice and rich accent to come out of this woman.Two She was just called pretty by some hot mysterious southern woman of course she will be a flustered speaking to her afterwards. “Well I’ll get outta your hair besides I doubt I make good company compared to the other guests.” Winona said. But as she was about to leave Spitzy held out a hand and shouted a bit too loudly” No wait!” Winona stunned paused in her movement. “I’m sure you will make far better company than the people out there.”she gestured with her shoulder while moving both her hands out.”So please stay?” She asked a bit shyly meanwhile it was Winona’s turn to sit in stunned silence. She scratched the back of her neck and head she was puzzled. ‘Why would she want me to keep her company’ Winona finally shook herself free from her thoughts and said “Well if that what the pretty lady wants I suppose I’ll keep you company then.” She goes to lean on the pillar again.

Spitzy smilies at her softly and is giddy.’suddenly this evening might not be so bad’ they both thought to themselves as they stare into each other. This moment would be the start a spark that will later turn into a raging fire. But will that fire give them strength and warmth or will it destroy everything they hold dear.

End of chapter 3

Belladonna: falsehoods,hush,loneliness,silence,warning

Wolfsbane:beware,mistrust in people, protection,chivalry

I picked these two plants because spitzy is stuck with in a hopeless situation with her gross chad fiancé which is lonely I imagine and for southern anon got wolfsbane because I feel like they aren’t the type to expose themselves like they like who they like and hate who they hate. They aren’t very trusting of people I’m guessing. Both of the plants will eventually change in later chapters:)

Music inspo:Venus by sleeping at last,patience,first by penny and sparrow,head over heels by tears for fears, patience,please by penny and sparrows

Author note: oh boy chapter 4 is gonna get all romance and butterflies like pretty soon so stay tuned! fun fact Peggy O’Nell is the representation of that one person who tried to steal southern anon from you so she is a romantic rival ooooh spicy. Please let me know what you think spitz! Also if anyone has music suggestions that would be swell! Also I tired adding some British slang and words but I don’t know much please let me know if I’m correct with these terms and such! Also also thank you so much for posting these I’m surprised people like them this much I’ll maybe think about an ao3 account

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stylesparker · 2 years

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cruel summer

PAIRING: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 9.2k

TW: alcohol, smoking, attempted SA (nothing happens), car accident, a lot of arguing, fighting, and tears, mentions of cancer, implied parental neglect, hurt/comfort, BellyxJeremiah, lots of dialogue (sorry!!)

A/N: inspired by cruel summer by taylor swift - the gang all call reader Peaches, but by the end I definitely forgot about it LOL. I don’t think I’ve had to ever put warnings on a fic before, so pls lmk if I missed anything! It’s long, but worth it (at least I hope so)!!

It was early morning, about 1:27 am to be exact, and you had no inkling of sleep in the past 24 hours. Despite the summer heat even in the middle of the night, you had cracked the window in your room to let gusts of wind blow through every once in awhile. All that can be heard are the crickets and the soft music of your vinyl playing in the nighttime air.

With neither of your parents home—some business trip, again—there was no problem in playing your vinyl record as loud as you wanted, though you think your neighbor might mind a little bit. The guitar that you got last Christmas from Belly lays abandoned across from you on the bed after you had tried playing it for the past half an hour. No music or instrument has been able to tire you out enough to fall asleep, so you think you’re on the verge of hitting yourself in the head with a baseball bat so you pass out. Before you’re able to entertain this idea, your phone buzzes and lights up next to you on your nightstand.

As you lean up off your elbows to check what it is, you wonder if it’s someone saving you from the torment of being awake by texting you if you’re up. It only takes you a few seconds to read iMessage from Connie on the screen before you’re jetting your arm out to grab a hold of your phone.

Connie: I’m guessing this means you can’t sleep lol

You: ofc it does!!

Connie: I’ll be there in five

You smile, a soft grin forming on your face that makes you leave the comfort of your bed to try and tackle your hair and the state of your face before he gets there. You don’t really know when you started caring about how you looked around your childhood best friend, or when the thought of seeing him sent tingles of excitement through your body. But you accepted this change—if by accepted you mean you shoved this idea into the very deep corners of your mind and ignore it, then yes. You accepted it.

For some reason you feel like 5 minutes is 5 hours when you’re waiting for Conrad to appear outside below your window. But you’re not left waiting for too long, a rock hitting your window merely moments later indicating his arrival. After looking at yourself in the mirror for a split second longer, you casually walk up to your window and open it.

He stands there at the bottom with his hands in the pockets of his sweats, a T-shirt over his top half, and a smirk adorning his lips.

“Hey!” He calls out.

You tilt your head and smile at him, “hey, you.” You quickly lean over to check if the ladder is still there before you glance back over at him. “What’s with you and constantly coming to my window? Ya’ know I have a door.”

It’s easy to tease him sometimes, especially when you know he probably won’t come back with something super fast. But tonight is not one of those sometimes.

“I don’t care,” he shrugs, “I like to follow through on tradition.”

You roll your eyes playfully, shifting the ladder more in front of you so you can get out more easily. He holds it at the bottom as you make your way down stealthy, just like every time before this one. As you land on the grass with a soft crunch, you turn around to come face to chest with him. He’s always held a couple inches over you, so you tilt your head up to look at him. Taking your hand, he pulls you with him so you start walking, and you give him a questioning look.

“Just follow me, yeah?”

...

“Con, seriously?” You laugh, side eyeing him as he runs away from you to get on top of the playground. He bends down, quite a lot since he’s pretty tall, and inches his way forward so his feet slide under the bar and hang below him. He sits there patiently, and you stare until he motions for you to come over. Shaking your head, you climb up the steps and sit down next to him, making him scoot over to give you more room. “Now, do you wanna tell me why you took me to a playground?” You tease.

He shrugs, turning away from you to grab something out of his pocket. “It’s quiet here. I come here a lot when I want to be alone.”

It’s silent after that, you don’t say anything right away. You divert your attention and try to focus on other things; the bright stars that fill the darkness of the night sky, the swishes of the wind against the leaves of the trees, the slight movement of the swings. Anything but the boy next to you.

“What’s so different from last summer?” You whisper your question, despite the fact he’s the only person around. He stares out at the mulch in front of him before he answers.

“I don’t know.”

You almost groan at that. Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong last summer. But that was all over, everything is better, so what is it now? What could be making him so torn up this summer?

Before you can think any further, you hear a slight click! from next to you, making you look over and gasp at what you see.

“Conrad!” You say his name disapprovingly. He looks at you from behind his cigarette and lighter, chuckling at your distressed state. He also finds it cute you only ever call him Conrad when you’re mad at him.

“Wha’?” He asks innocently.

“Why the hell are you smoking?”

“Why the hell not?”

“Con-” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “Why are you still smoking? I thought you quit.”

He nods, “I did. For a while.”

“Then-”

“Y/N,” he interrupts. It makes you stop. He gives you that stare he usually sends you when he wants to tell you something, but can’t actually make himself say it.

You look at the ground, “Oh.” You want to comfort him, but you don’t really know how. He’s never been the type to be super affectionate, even though when you guys were younger he was always the nicest one to you. When the other boys would steal from you, he’d give it back. When they’d push you around, he’d stand up for you. When you cried, he always gave you a gentle hug that had you feeling instantly better. He was there, more than what you can say for other people. It had never been the other way around, so you were kind of out of your depth.

You eye the cig in his hand, his fingers barely even holding it, just slightly so he can keep it on the edge of his lips. He looks… he looks so… pretty.

“Can I have one?”

His eyes dart to yours, scanning your face to see if you were serious, and he laughs. His shoulders shake with him and he pulls it from his mouth.

“No!” He shakes his head again, his hair slightly bouncing in the front, “No!”

“Why not?”

“Cause I said so!”

“That’s not a reason,” you argue, squinting your eyes at him. He huffs, looking at you with an amused look on his face.

“They’re not good for you.” He responds.

“Then why are you doing it, hm?” You pull your knees to your chest and tilt your head at him. God, he hates when you do that. The head tilting thing.

“I’m older,” is his only response.

“By like, two MONTHS-”

“Doesn’t matter,” he smiles, leaning slightly towards you.

“Yeah, it does. It’s always mattered.” You giggle, leaning into him.

It takes you a minute to realize how close you really are to him, though he noticed right away. His first thought was to move, to get out of your space. But, something in him told him not to, convinced him to stay this close for a little bit longer. Maybe having you this close would make him feel better. Letting himself think about you was so much easier than forcing himself not to, and right now, the only thing he could think about was leaning just a tiny bit closer and closing the gap separating you.

He was so close, just barely an inch away, you could practically feel his soft breath on your lips. You almost feel like you’re forgetting to breathe, but your heart is practically beating out of your chest at the same time. You hope he can’t hear it in the silence. The hand that was holding the lighter puts it back in his pocket, the other tucking the cig away behind his ear where you hadn’t noticed it before. His left comes down, resting it gently on top of your own so as not to startle you. You glance down at his hand over yours, breathing in deeply. All you can think about is him.

Him, him, him.

Connie. The boy you grew up with and who knows everything single little thing about you.

Conrad. The boy who you think sits before you now.

You don’t know if they’re different, but you hope to god they aren’t. Every memory with him in it seems to fade, the only one really mattering at the moment is this, whatever it is. You want him to stay with you, be the same Conrad you know he really is. But you’re scared that he isn’t who you think he is anymore.

You don’t have much time to think about it much longer as loud sirens catch your attentions and break the moment. He pulls away from you, quicker than you wished he would have, but still keeps a respectable distance. You turn more slightly away from him, nothing indicating that anything would have happened. He smiles curtly, looks at his watch that reads 3:40 am, and stands up on his feet before extending a hand towards you. You take it nervously, but he doesn’t read into it. Not that he would, you think.

…

“You’re telling me you ALMOST kissed?” Belly whisper screams. Your hands fly out and wave at her in an attempt to shut her up.

“Belly!” You hiss, “Shut your mouth!” She giggles to herself, and takes a sip of her margarita.

“We all know Conrad has always had a special place in his heart for you, it would be no surprise if he liked you back! So stop avoiding him, and go talk to him!” She encourages, but it only makes you shake your head in denial.

“No, Belly, he- Conrad does not-” you try to justify yourself but she only gives you a disappointing look.

“Peaches, c’mon. If you’re trying to say he doesn’t, you are BLIND!” She sets down her drink, puts her hands on your shoulders and shakes you until you try pushing her off. “BLIND I tell you!”

“Ugh, you are annoying sometimes, Bells.” You look across the pool to where him and Jere are playing volleyball while Steven and Shayla reff. Laurel and Susannah sit on the beach chairs away from the trajectory of the ball so they don’t accidentally get hit. You sigh in frustration.

“Yeah, because you know I’m right!” She whispers and winks, making you slap her arm which makes her fight back. And suddenly both of you are pushing each other and falling into the pool, gaining the other's attention. They all laugh as you and Belly attempt to drown each other, which Jeremiah takes as an invite to join in.

“Cannonball!” He screams at the top of his lungs, running at full speed and jumping into the pool only a few feet away from you guys. You both yell but it doesn’t matter, his huge splash hits you guys in the face and you try to splash him in return.

“Oh my god, guys! I have the best idea!” Steven exclaims. “Why don’t we have a beach day!”

“Smart thinking, Stevie! Let’s get a move on!” Jere pushes himself out of the pool, drawing Belly’s attention to his dripping wet figure. She catches you watching her, so she blushes and fans you away. You laugh loudly, following her out of the pool to follow the rest of them.

“Be careful!” Both the older women yell, and they earn a thumbs up from everyone in return. You pack into two cars and head to the beach, music blaring the whole way there. When you arrive, everyone gathers up to get things out of the car and head their way down.

Steven and Shayla end up in the front with the alcohol, Belly and Jeremiah follow them with all the chairs, which leaves Conrad to fall in line with you in the back with all the towels. While the others talk to one another, it’s quiet for a moment between the both of you. When you face each other, you try talking at the same time, which makes both of you laugh and look away.

“You go first,” you offer.

“No you,” he says.

“I insist!”

“Okay, fine.” He relents, making you smile to yourself. “Did you get any sleep?”

You shake your head, “Only about an hour. You?”

“Same,” he agrees. It’s a little uncomfortable, only for a split second. Then everyone drops their things and makes a beeline for the water, which has Conrad coming up with an idea. He takes the towels from your arms and throws them onto the chairs, and before you know it, he’s ducking and picking you up bridal style, sprinting towards the water.

“Connie!” You scream, throwing your arms around his neck to avoid falling. But you know he’s got you. He laughs into your neck and dunks you in the water. The others look at each other knowingly, but the boys decide to join in on the fun and dunk the other girls.

You spend the next four hours swimming, surfing, and drinking on the beach, and soon enough, the sun starts to set and everyone is practically drunk off their asses. Conrad and Shayla didn’t drink, so they basically named themselves the DD’s of the night. While Steven was trying to get Shayla to make out with him, and Belly and Jeremiah were running around the beach screaming, you pull Conrad’s arm so he can stand up and walk with you.

“Come onnnn, walk on the beach with me.” You beg him, and he rolls his eyes but obliges anyway. He holds on to your hand so you don’t fall, but your drunken mind doesn’t seem to care at all.

“You drank a lot tonight, Peaches,” He comments. You giggle and drop your head onto his arm.

“Nooo, I didn’t! And stop! I hate when you guys call me that,” you complain, but he grins at you, pulling you into his side.

“No you don’t.”

You look up at him, “No. I don’t.” You both stop walking along the water and stand there, letting your feet sink into the sand and let the water soak your toes. You want to say something, but you don’t know where to start. He ends up starting for you.

“Y/N, I-I want to talk to you… but I don’t know if this is the right moment.” He looks away.

“Why not? I’m not that drunk.”

“I think you are,” He assures.

“Really, I’m not. I know what I’m saying, and I’ll remember.” He nods, but you don’t really believe that he believes you. “Conrad-” you sigh, “I think I know… what you want to talk about? And I wanna talk about the same thing, but I-I don’t know-”

“I love you.” Conrad blurts out. Your gaze that had flitted away from him snaps back, and you think those words might have sobered you up. You go to respond but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he shuts his eyes, trying to find the words, “I didn’t mean to say that, no- I mean I do! I do! I-I didn’t mean to blurt it like that-”

“Yeah, yeah I got that,” you nod, grinning. He cuts off his rambling and stares at you laughing to yourself, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“You.. are laughing?” Your smile fades, only for a moment, but your fears start to grab a hold of you. You don’t laugh anymore, and your eyes go down towards his feet. “And now you’re sad? I’m sorry-”

“Con.” His hands grab yours and he holds them close to his chest.

“What is it?” He murmurs. You get a hold of yourself before you say anything, but you squeeze his hands, hopefully letting him know it’s not him.

“I’m scared,” you whisper, and before he can say anything you continue, “I’m scared because I feel the same way but… you’re… you. You’re Conrad, you’ve always been Connie, and- and I don’t- I can’t mess things up.” It doesn’t take him very long to realize what you’re saying, and he straightens.

“You feel the same way?” He whispers back, his eyes light up with joy. You tilt your head down, but he lifts his finger and touches it gently to your chin, bringing your gaze back to him. “Y/N,” he says your name so softly, it almost makes you want to faint. His hair is so soft, blowing in the wind, and his eyes, oh god his eyes, they’re so blue and they make you want to drown in them. Even though you want to, you can’t look away. His hands come up to hold your face, sliding to your neck and up to rest gently on your jaw. He holds you closely to him, and his eyes never flutter away from yours. You can’t help your hands traveling up his chest, grabbing tightly onto his shirt like he’ll float away or if he’s some sort of lifeline.

“I do,” you profess. “But I don’t want things to change.”

“Nothing will change, we’ll always be us. Just, with the added fact that I’m gonna kiss you all the time.” That makes you giggle and he can’t help it anymore. Before he can ask, or you can even ask either, you lean in at the same time, and finally, his lips touch yours. You expected it to feel like an explosion went off, or fireworks exploding in the sky, or maybe a shock of electricity through your body. You thought his lips would be cold since the rest of him usually is, and he’d be daring and rough, roaming his hands over your body since that’s what you see when he’s with other girls.

But, you’re not just another girl to him.

He’s warm, his hands stay rested on your face until they move forward and grip around your neck so you stay molded against him, and his lips are so gentle on yours. He’s almost shy, and he doesn’t set off fireworks. He feels like home. It’s like when you first step into the ocean and you have this sudden feeling of relief, like you finally got to where you wanted to be. It’s like opening the oven after you made a fresh batch of cookies and this wave of warmth blankets you from head to toe. It’s when Conrad finds your eye from across the room and suddenly all you can think about is him; being near him, being with him, having his arms wrapped around you so all you feel is safe.

His thumbs rub softly against your cheeks, and that’s when you open your eyes and realize he’s looking at you. It comforts you that he’s looking at you like he usually does, which you had never realized before that he was always looking at you like he loved you.

“I thought you’d be cold,” you murmur.

“I thought you would be warm.”

…

You didn’t tell Belly, or anyone for that matter, that you and Conrad started dating. It was too new, too many unknown waters not explored yet, so you both agreed it would be better waiting. It was almost fun sneaking around, finding closets to make out in, falling asleep in each other's rooms, holding hands under the dinner table. No one would suspect anything since this was always how you two were. Practically attached to the hip since birth.

But you could tell he was getting antsy. After about three weeks, you could tell he was wanting to come clean. He wanted to hold hands with you just to hold hands, he wanted to hug you longer than a friend should, he wanted you to sit in his lap with your arms around him freely, with no worry of judgement or fear. Unfortunately, you weren’t there yet. You still liked keeping your relationship to yourselves. In your head, it was easier, and if something were to happen, it wouldn’t destroy the family. Not that you hoped something would, but the fear was still settled in the corners of your mind and you didn’t want to risk it.

It was Friday night, you and Conrad had accompanied Belly and Jeremiah to a party since Laurel and Susannah didn’t want them going alone. They had complained, but it didn’t get anywhere and they still ended up in the backseat of Conrad’s car.

“We are not children, Y/N, we do not need chaperones!” Belly whines, hanging on to the back of the passenger seat where you sit.

“Conrad and I are only doing what we were told, so bring it up with your mothers.” Belly flops back down in her seat and groans, though Jeremiah gets a little smirk on his face.

“Well at least we can try to get these two to have fun, Belly, since the last time they were at a party they hung out in the corner the whole time!” Conrad glares at his brother through the rearview mirror.

“And that’s where we will be if you need us.” He parks alongside the street in front of the house, letting the two younger ones get out of the car before he said anything to you. Which you thought that’s what he was waiting for, but as soon as they step in the door, he grabs your face and kisses you. When he pulls away with a small grin, you blink at him in bewilderment.

“Now what was that for?” you asked.

His eyes dart down to your lips before he responds with, “I’ve been waiting to do that the whole time.”

You bring him back in for another kiss, ruffling his hair a bit that makes him pout, “Well, get what you want now, because you won’t get another until after the party.” This makes him frown. Without you noticing, he rolls his eyes, but gives you another anyway. He steps out of the car, and before you have the chance to open yours, he’s already on the other side opening it for you, then he hands you his keys like he always does. You’re hoping what you said didn’t put him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, but you guess you’ll just have to wait and see.

…

“See, I told you we’d be able to get her on the dance floor.” Jeremiah winks at Conrad, nudging his arm to get him to acknowledge him. Conrad doesn’t move, his eyes just glued to your frame as you dance with Belly in the middle of the room. The way you move your hips to the music, the way you throw your arms around Belly, the way that you’re getting other guys' attention. He wants to grab you and pull you away from everybody as fast as he can, but he also knows it’s not fair. Even though this usually isn’t his scene, he would do anything to go out there and dance with you. But, he’s doing everything he can to respect what you want. So as Jeremiah analyzes his brother by the way he’s looking at you, Belly is talking your ear off about those particular boys.

“You guys would be perfect together, and I can tell by the way you look at each other you want it, so why not just do it!”

“Because, Belly…” you trail off, trying to come up with something to say, “It’ll… mess things up, ya’ know?”

“How?” She questions, and it seems she genuinely doesn’t see the problem with it.

“Yeah, I mean,” you sigh, “I’m not gonna lie, we’ve talked about it, but we’re keeping it cool. Nothing super official in case something were to happen-”

Her eyes practically bulge out of her head, “WHAT- you’ve talked about it?!”

You laugh quietly. If only she knew. “Yeah… yeah, we have, but I’m not gonna risk the family, okay? I can’t let our relationship get mixed up with everyone, it would ruin everything.” She shuts her gaping mouth for a second, and her eyes get this shameful look. “Belly… what are you hiding.” You demand, more than ask.

“Well,” she starts. The quick skirt of her eyes in the boy's direction gives it away immediately.

“YOU’RE WITH JEREMIAH?” You exclaim. Her hand claps over your mouth in an instant.

“Don’t say it that loud!”

“You’re with Jeremiah?” You whisper scream. She rolls her eyes at you and shifts you in the opposite direction of them.

“Not exactly…”

Your face goes blank, “No… Bells, please don’t tell me…”

“It’s just for,” she shrugs, “Ya’ know.”

“UGH,” you gag and look away from her, “BELLY!”

“What I’m trying to get at is that if we be like this, you can be like that… but more official.” Her straight face curves up into a smile. You give her the most disgusted face you can muster.

“I can’t believe you told me that.” She shrugs, but you can tell she’s holding back a laugh. “And what are you? Sixteen!”

“I’m seventeen, bitch.”

“Same thing.” You wave your hand. You look over at Conrad, but they aren’t there.

“Hey.” On your left, a guy stands with his hands in his pockets and a smug look across his lips. You nod your head in greeting, continuing to dance with Belly in hopes he’d get the hint you weren’t interested and leave. “I saw you dancing, I thought I’d come over and see if you’d rather dance with me.” He’s kind of cute, probably about six foot, maybe an inch shorter than Conrad, and his brown eyes make you hesitant, just for a moment.

What if I just danced with him? You mentally palm yourself in the face for thinking that. No, Conrad wouldn’t do that to me. It’s not worth losing him. Would it really be that bad if they found out?

“Sorry, I’m not interested.” You kindly smile at the guy and turn away from him, but his hand comes out to grab your shoulder.

“Hey, don’t be rude, I just wanna dance.” You furrow your eyebrows, giving him a look.

“I’m not, dude. I just told you I wasn’t interested. I’m gonna keep dancing with my friend.” He grins at that.

“In that case, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if this turned into a trio?”

You say sternly, “Actually I would. So, please, I told you kindly, we’re not interested.”

He gets closer, “I didn’t hear her saying any-”

“I’m not,” Belly says quickly, “We’re gonna go now.” She grabs your hand, pulling you in the direction of Conrad and Jeremiah, but he’s quick, taking a hold of your hips and roughly pulling you against him, while daring her to come closer.

“C’mon ladies, let’s have some fun. I know you want to.” You make eye contact with Belly, her eyes are struck with panic. You contemplate what to do, because you can’t risk Belly getting hurt.

“Belly, go.” She runs off, noticing the boys aren’t there and she scans the room, hoping to find at least one of them. As soon as she’s around the corner, you face the guy in front of you. “You really can’t take no for an answer, huh?” He doesn’t respond, just gets closer to you. In your head, you know you should be pushing away and trying to get out as fast as possible, but for some reason you can’t move. The fear he’s gonna try something has you frozen in place.

“Get the fuck away from her,” you hear a growling voice say.

Conrad.

You see his hands come up and push the guy away from you in an instant. You feel another body behind you, and taking a quick look, you see Jeremiah shielding Belly.

“Woahh man, what’s your problem?”

“She said no asshole, so get lost.”

“Who the fuck are you, her boyfriend?” Conrad’s mouth opens, but it quickly closes.

“Why should that matter? Now leave.” The guy grunts, flipping him off before he looks at you and winks. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and stabling yourself now that he’s gone. “Y/N, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” When your eyes open, Conrad is standing in front of you, and he’s the most worried you’ve ever seen him.

“I’m fine, really-”

“Hey guys, what’s up!” Steven yells, walking over with Shayla with his arm around her shoulders. Their smiles drop as soon as they see the looks on everyone’s faces. “Are… you guys okay?”

“We were just leaving,” Conrad grabs your arm, but you flinch away from him. The boys don’t notice it, but Belly and Shayla do, and they give each other a quick worried glance.

“Conrad, I’m fine. We’re not gonna leave.” His jaw tightens, and you can tell he’s mad. Everyone stares at the two of you in confusement, observing the way you reach back out to him, grabbing his arm to pull him with you. “Just, come outside with me.”

Neither of you spare any of them a glance as you pull him in the direction of a door that can give you some privacy. As soon as you spot the front door, you’re swinging the door open and dragging him to the front porch, excusing yourself between a couple people as you stalk down the steps. The minute the both of you are out of range, you turn to him with anger written clear as day all over your face.

“I don’t get you,” You snap. “I can get that you were mad about that guy, but to just tell our friends we’re up and leaving the party? What is with you!”

“Y/N, if Belly hadn’t found us, what do you think that guy would have done? Give you a sweet kiss and let you be on your way?” He scoffs, “No, he would’ve-”

“Stop it!” You seethe, “I don’t need a reminder, Conrad! The fact that you think I have to be reminded why I can’t go literally anywhere alone-”

He laughs, “I didn’t say that! Did I say that? I'm saying that you can’t just trust anybody, Y/N! Especially guys like him-”

“You were a guy like him once.” You say quietly, and his eyes harden.

“You’re kidding me right? You think I would have ever forced myself on a girl?-”

“No,” you interrupt, “I don’t think that. But you were a dick, you were a guy that girls wanted but tried to avoid. You know what happens when you fall in love with someone who’s best just isn’t enough? You lose a piece of yourself. You lend your heart to somebody that can’t love you enough, so even when they do the best they can, you still end up broken in the end.”

He’s scaringly quiet. You don’t know what made you say that, and whether or not you regret it. But the look on his face is making you think you shouldn’t have said it.

“You know what I was going through,” he says, with the most heartbroken look on his face you’ve ever seen. “You know, so how could you say that? My mom-” he falters for a second, “and the cancer? My dad, everything was shit. I know I was a dick, I know, but things got better and I changed! How could you say that now, unless you feel like I’m still that same guy?”

His words bring tears to your eyes, “You know what I was going through too. I don’t want you to be the new him.” The mention of your ex-boyfriend makes him furious again.

“Y/N, you’re fucking serious right now? You are comparing me to that guy?”

“No! Con-” you huff, “I’m saying I can’t go through that again. I don’t think you are but I don’t want that to happen to you! You aren’t like the other guys, Conrad! I’ve known you my whole life, we can’t screw it up! You’ve been my family when I didn’t have one.” You add quietly, “When I don’t have one.”

He softens, just a little bit, “That’s why.” You don’t speak. “That’s why you don’t want to tell them. I get it, I do, but you’re not gonna lose us! Me, Jeremiah, Belly, Steven, we’re not going anywhere!”

“But if we broke up, what do you think would happen?” You say harsher than you mean, “You think I’ll still have them? If things go to shit between us, your brother and the people who your mother considers family aren’t gonna choose me!”

“You’ve always been family! What the hell are you talking about? Just because your mom wasn’t a part of ours growing up, doesn’t excuse you from being one of us!” He moves closer, but you hold a hand up.

“Conrad.” No. He knows that voice. You’re running before you have the chance of getting hurt. You’re running from him.

“Y/N, I know you’re scared, but I am too. You realize that don’t you? I’m scared, I have been since the beginning, but I know us and that’s not gonna happen, okay?”

“It could,” the tears start rolling down your face.

He’s panicking now, “It could happen in every relationship! But what is love if it’s not something worth fighting for?”

“It’s not something that’s real.”

This is the exact moment that both hearts shatter. Where everything that either of you had believed about love is gone, and no amount of apologies tonight will fix. A part of him knows in time it won’t feel so hopeless–love, that is–but he’s not too sure if a future with you is something he will have. Like he’d hoped.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I-I have to go, I can’t stay here.” You walk away from him towards his car, and he knows where you're going. “I’ll drive it back later, okay. I just- I need to go.” It’s like your body is moving on auto-pilot, you don’t exactly know what you’re doing, why you’re doing it, but as you get in the driver’s seat of his car and look out the window, you see the boy that you’re in love with and all you can do is drive away.

You’ve been sitting here for maybe an hour? Two hours? You’re not really sure, but every second that you’ve sat here you’ve broken your heart a little bit more. You stare at the night sky, no stars in sight, but a bright shining moon staring right back at you. The sand is cold between your fingers and the water is too between your toes, the breeze in the air has goosebumps rising on your skin. It’s your favorite place on the beach, despite what the others may think, it’s not the group’s usual spot. It’s yours. And Conrad is the only one who knows about it.

It’s far from any houses, there’s some hills and fences, but the fences only close it off. It's very close to the end of the beach. You love it here because you’ve never once ran into anyone here. In your head, you like to claim that you’re the only one who’s ever gone here, though you know it’s probably not true. It’s nice to just have a sanctuary of your own where you can feel the air on your skin and have the water at your feet, somewhere where you can imagine a different life that isn’t your own. Always with the same people, never the same circumstances.

You glance down at your watch, reading 12:03 am.

Crap.

You know your parents aren’t gonna care, but you definitely know Susannah is. You were supposed to come back with the rest of them, she’s gonna wonder why you’re driving up to her house with her son’s car in the middle of the night. You quickly grab the keys out of your pocket and make a beeline for the car. Throwing the door open, and quickly starting the car, you’re pulling out and driving down the street in a matter of minutes.

Conrad is probably worried sick too. SHIT!

You try not to go too fast, but you’re about 10 miles above the speed limit now. You don’t see any other cars in sight, so you go a bit faster.

I am such a shit person, he didn’t deserve that.

You blink the tears away from your eyes, trying to focus on the road in front of you.

I have to fix it, I can’t lose him already. I never even told him-

It was so quick you barely even had a chance to look. A car comes speeding around the corner from the left, probably not have even seen you either. The impact is hard, painful, and devastating to your ears. You see the car flip over, blood, bright headlights, you feel your head snap back against the seat, the airbags deploy, you see the face of the boy you never got to tell that you loved him.

You know you’re awake, you’re not dead. You can’t be. You feel too much pain for that to be true. Attempting to move is not an option, but you see your phone on the broken windshield, and you know this is your only chance. You don’t think the phone will pick up, but you still call the person you need most.

…

“Honey, she was in a car accident.”

“I need you to come to the hospital right now. She’s going into surgery.”

“Connie?”

“Conrad!”

His eyes snap open, head jolting to the right, looking at his mom who peers down at him sadly.

“Why are you sitting here? Come sit with us.” The hallway is sort of dark, but with the glow of the vending machine in front of him, he can make out everyone that’s sitting in the seats ten feet away.

Belly, Jeremiah, Steven, Shayla, Laurel. No sign of your parents.

“She didn’t call me.” He whispers, barely audible.

“What, baby?”

“She didn’t- Who did she call?” He finally looks up at his mother, who has the face of grief written on her face. “I don’t understand, everyone was here before I was?” She gulps before taking a seat beside her son. She pulls him into her side, letting him rest his head on her shoulder before she speaks.

“Y/N called me.” His eyes widen and before he has a chance, she continues. “Um…” she holds back a sob, “She um- she said her mom wasn’t picking up, so she thought she’d have a better chance of calling me.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“She was crying,” she nods, “Said something about needing to tell you she was sorry, but the phone cut out.” Susannah wipes her tears with her shirt, rubbing Conrad’s shoulder lightly. “Why did she say that?”

He chokes up, “We got in a fight. I let her take my car from the party so she could be alone for awhile, but she wasn’t answering my calls so I figured I’d just try in the morning-” His hands come up to cover his eyes, rubbing them harshly, “God, I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have let her go alone.”

“Don’t put this on yourself, Connie-”

“But I am! I am! It’s my fault she left! It’s all my fault-” He cuts himself off with his own tears, falling into his mother’s shoulder as he cries. “I have to see her again, she can’t die.”

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing he knows, he hears his mother’s voice calling for him to wake up.

“Can we see her?” He thinks that was Belly’s voice.

“Yes, but I would recommend one at a time. It could get pretty overwhelming,” the doctor says kindly. He sees her walk away, past the room that you're in, and he stares at the door until he realizes everyone is looking at him. Susannah tilts her head, running her hand through his hair.

“Go see her.”

“What about-”

“Go see her, Con.” Jeremiah insists, giving his brother a pat on the back before he pushes him in your direction. He’s slow moving to the door, his mind not really processing that you really are still here, you’re alive. Conrad doesn’t bother peering through the small window on the door, his hand grabs the knob and twists it, forcing himself through.

Your eyes are closed. There’s a bandage on your head, your arm, and your thigh. There’s bruises in so many places, but the only big one seems to be on your thigh. He can see it peeking through the bandage. You look so peaceful, despite the damage done to you. Maybe it’s because all the worry lines he always tells you about aren’t there, but he kind of wishes they were. He didn’t know what to expect, but all he knows is that you’re still the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. There’s a small purple chair next to the bed, and he sits down on it, scooting it a bit closer so he can hold your hand. He hesitates at first, wondering if you’d want to wake up with him at your bedside holding your hand, but he pushes the thought away. Before we were lovers, we were best friends, so that’s got to count for something. Right?

His hand falls softly on top of the hand closest to him, lying so still on the bed sheet, letting his fingers intertwine with yours before he squeezes your hand with the most gentle care in the world. He wants you to open your eyes, give him one of your pretty smiles, tell him what a jerk he was and kiss him until his face goes numb. They stay closed though, and for some reason it brings on another onset of tears. He takes his other hand up to clasp together with the other one, bringing your hand to his forehead as he cries into your hand.

At first, you feel a cool touch on your hand, like water. But it’s drops… how can that be? You do everything you can to peel your eyes open, difficult at first to focus with the small beaming light above you. Your head rolls to the side, and that’s when you make out the image in front of you. He doesn’t notice you yet, still crying quietly. With a small muster of strength, your fingers squeeze his back, and this has his head shooting up. You see his bloodshot eyes first, then the tear marks on his cheeks, then the curve of a frown turning into a smile.

“Hi,” you croak. Your voice sounds horrible, and it rings in your ears making you wince. You still try talking anyway. “C-Con-”

“Hey, hey…” he assures quietly, “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay.” Tears start to fill in the corners of your eyes, and he’s quick to wipe them away, but keeping his hands cupping your face. “It’s alright, you’re okay. You were in an accident, do you remember that?” His words are soft, comforting to your ears. You nod your head, but the tears keep coming. “Okay, okay, shhh… it’s alright, you’re safe.”

“I’m s-sor-ry-”

“Baby, you don’t have to talk-”

“About,” you cough, clearing your throat to finish, “y-your car.” The words don’t register in his brain right away, the second it does his eyes are widening in shock and his mouth is forming into a smile.

“You’re apologizing about my car?” You're looking at him painfully, guilty almost, and it makes him want to throw up. “I don’t give a shit about the damn car, Y/N. You’re okay, and that’s what matters, alright?” Your head nods and he sighs in relief. “Alright.”

He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, checks to make sure he’s not hurting you in any way, and combs his hand through your hair. The kiss is sweet, and for a moment, you wish it could stay this way.

…

--The end of summer--

Damn him. Damn him and his good looks, charming smile, and that adoring voice that he has that has any woman clinging onto him like a magnet. Damn him for actually listening to you for once and moving on with his life. Damn yourself for ever saying it in the first place.

It’s been weeks, but somehow, you still find yourself here in the corner of the bar with your third drink in hand as you glare at him from across the room. Weeks since your accident, weeks since you fought again and told him that he wasn’t gonna get what he needed from you, and he needed to leave. This was you in defense mode. Terrified mode even. Now you’re just in depressed mode because the guy is standing next to a beautiful woman who is seemingly laughing at every single one of his dumb jokes. You don’t actually know that for certain but that’s what you’re rolling with.

You’re not nearly drunk enough for this yet.

“Slow your roll, girl, the drinks aren’t going anywhere,” Shayla advises. Three shots are thrown back and Steven is looking at you like you’re insane.

“Are you sure you should be drinking?” He tries. Your eyes cast a mean glare at him. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” Steven gives a tight lipped grin, shrugging his shoulders at Shayla before he goes back to kissing her. You roll your eyes, body facing back to the lovely couple sitting by the bartender, but the girl isn’t there anymore. It’s just Conrad.

His eyes pierce through you like a fire, his flexed arm bringing up his drink in hand to take a sip of it as he stares. His white button up isn’t even buttoned, only half way, and his sleeves are rolled up his forearms. The drink is doing nothing to hide his cocky smirk behind the glass. God damn.

Maybe you shouldn’t, but you are dramatic when you want to be, so you slam a 50 on the table that should cover the amount of drinks you had, and you stalk out of the bar with your heels clicking in tow. You didn’t catch his blue eyes following you, or the words that had come out of his mouth when talking to the girl. He hopes that’s what you go on to think about.

You swear you’re not a crybaby, you aren’t, but drunk you is a lot more emotional than sober you. So as the guy in the uber asks you where you want to go, you’re already fighting back tears as you tell him the address to your house. You cry all the way there, you cry as you unlock the door, you cry as you walk up the stairs to your room, and you cry even harder as your body flops down onto the bed. Just as you think you couldn’t possibly have any tears left, another wave hits you and your face buries itself further into your pillow. Eventually, you must have cried yourself out because your sleep filled eyes blink open and you’re staring at the glowing screen of your alarm clock.

1:00 am.

Great. You roll over onto your back, rubbing your eyes much more harshly than you should.

Suddenly, a thought pops into your head. He could be up….

You groan, rolling out of bed until your feet plant on the floor and you can’t believe you’re actually debating on climbing out of your window. Nobody is home, you could easily use the front door.

“I like to follow through on tradition.”

You hate it, but it’s his voice inside your head that convinces you to step out onto the ladder and climb your way down until your feet hit the grass with a crunch. It’s his voice that has you walking to his house in the middle of the night with shorts that barely even cover your ass and a sweatshirt that you wouldn’t doubt came from the Fisher’s house.

His house comes into focus, seemingly dark on the inside. Out back all the fairy lights Susannah loves to keep up are on though, so it has you sneaking around the fence, observing if the boy you’re looking for is outside. Just as you get around to the gate, you see him, sitting by the pool with his feet hanging in the water and a cigarette in his mouth. For a split second, it has you thinking about blurting out that he’s a dumbass for smoking again, but you realize that it’s not the same as before.

Much to your disappointment, the gate creaks as your hands push it open, and it has Conrad glancing over and taking sight of you walking up to the opposite side of the pool. With your head hung low, you sit down and let your feet hang in the cool water of the pool, just as he is doing.

Neither of you talk for about ten minutes, you just sit in silence before you work up the nerve to ask, or rather state, “You’re smoking again.”

“What’s it to you?” He puffs the smoke out, letting it rest between his gentle fingertips.

“Nothing.”

His choked back laughter has your eyes peering up at him, and he’s looking at you with such distaste, it makes you just want to get up and leave.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asks angrily, combing back his hair.

You’re quiet when you say, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” You don’t answer. “Well, I think you do.”

“I do? And how would you know that?”

“Because whether you like to believe it or not, I know you.” He says, rather calmly. He thinks this will have you standing up in a fit of rage, start ranting about how he doesn’t know you anymore, and he can’t say stupid shit like that. The furious glare you’re sending him is unmistakable, but you don’t do anything like that.

“I didn’t mean a word I said the night of the accident. I was pissed and I took it out on you.” You grumble.

Well that was least expected.

He doesn’t say anything, in case you’re about to go on, and you do.

“I’ve always been frightened by what I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t think I ever really knew love until I fell in love with you.”

“You-” he barely gets the word out before you’re standing up, and he’s standing up, and you begin pacing around like you’re gonna have a panic attack.

“Obviously my parents have never been the greatest example, I mean- c’mon, they’re not even around anymore and they don’t even love each other! So what the fuck are they doing all the time? I just- I was always so afraid that we were gonna’ end up like another version of them, and that made me hate the idea of being with you. That probably doesn’t even make any sense, but it’s true!” You’re full blown ranting now, but you don’t see him gazing at you from across the pool with the most love-sick eyes you’ve ever seen. “The fact that I even thought I could save myself from that hurt was idiotic of me, my brain recognizes that now, but in my head all I could ever think about was just getting away since maybe if I did it now, it would both save us from the pain in the future.”

“You aren’t him, okay? You never have been. He was a lying cheat that I couldn’t detach from for months, and you know who got me through that? You did.” You insist, “You were the one I was crying to practically every night. You were the one I went to when all I could think about was punching someone in the face, and maybe your wall didn’t deserve it, but you helped me through it! Yeah? Cause’ you’re my partner in crime, you were the kid who showed up to school with extra snacks for me when I didn’t have any, and you were the kid who stood up for me at recess when those stupid boys would harass me and tell me I had a great ass! I mean, you still do!” You laugh.

“I never wanted anybody but you, Conrad. You were my first crush, and even though you weren’t my first kiss, you have always been my first love. And when I thought I was going to die, all I could think about is how I never told you I loved you.”

Your confession rings in the air between you, your heart beating a mile a minute as you wait for him to say something. Anything.

“Loved?” He questions.

“Love.” You whisper.

He grins, “Say it.”

“I love you.”

You hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten until he’s only taking a couple steps to get to you and his body is slamming into yours. All you can feel is the hard beating of his chest against your own and the way his lips feel so warm against yours. You hold him so tightly like you’re never going to let go, and he couldn’t even care if the grip he has on your waist leaves bruises in the morning because you’re here and you love him.

“Say it again,” He pleads between kisses.

“I love you, Conrad.”

“Again.”

“Connie,” you whine, and kisses you again so you don’t hear him laugh.

“I have loved you since the minute you came into my life,” He says, touching his forehead against yours and making your heart melt down to the ground and your hands hold on tighter to his shirt so you don’t fall over yourself.

“That’s a long time,” You mutter.

“Yeah, it is.”

You kiss for a moment longer, and you don’t separate until you hear the sliding glass door open and way too many cheers erupt from inside the house. You look over, and quite literally everyone is standing there watching.

“Well, I wondered what all that screaming was!” Susannah jokes.

You both groan, and you bury your head into Conrad’s chest as they try ushering you inside.

He kisses your forehead, “Don’t worry, we’ll kill them together.”

You smile, “Let’s tell them our story first, then we can end them.”

#conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher x fem!reader #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher imagine #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp x reader #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty fanfic

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darkclouds-rainsounds · 8 months

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The above is a screenshot of one of tropes from Shadoo's section in the SPM TV Tropes page that caught my interest.

“Never mentioned to be killed...” Hm. If I go by my headcanon of how Dimentio fits into the story of the Pixl Uprising (i.e he's both the Magician's son and the surviving apprentice who defeated the Pixl Queen), then that would give another parallel of how Dimentio was once a hero who had a Pixl that could see the truth who stopped an antagonist who had the Dark Prognosticus who several thousand years later switched sides. And by another parallel, I mean it works perfectly alongside this.

The reason Shadoo exists (if they are the Pixl Queen) is because he couldn't go through with killing his sister; he cared for her too much and now here she is stuck at the bottom of the Flopside Pit of 100 Trials and wanting to exact revenge on the Ancients for sealing her away. Based on how Shadoo has a robotic text box and says that they were created by the Ancients, it can be presumed she forgot she was ever human. She forgot who she was.

Fast forward to the events of SPM and Dimentio's intended kill-shot for Count Bleck gets intercepted by Nastasia and knocks her unconscious in addition to injuring her. Either he had the power of that shot just enough to kill Bleck and no further and that's why Nastasia survived, because why waste precious energy? All he has to do is finish Count Bleck off who is already at death’s door thanks to the heroes.

Or Nastasia was just very fortunate to survive a full-powered blast. My money's on something like the former because Dimentio has well more than enough power to absolutely guarantee no one would survive an attack like that. (the average person who isn't a hero or built for combat— which Nastasia very much isn't— anyway.)

Then there's him saving O'Chunks and Mimi from what would have been certain death by teleporting them to Dimension D. We know they didn't end up in the same place as Peach and Bowser because neither they nor O'Chunks and Mimi make any mention of such. Pair that with the fact that the Void can't be seen from Dimension D and thus heavily implying that anyone inside it would survive the Void that would destroy everything else, and you're left with the only explanation of Dimentio having saved them. I do believe that Dimentio screwed up by not only "catching feelings" and he genuinely did care for the other minions deep down as much as he tries to deny that; and I have mentioned in a prior post about him putting all of the people who could have possibly done something about the Super Dimentio fusion in the same place.

If he hadn't cared as much as he did for them and just left them to their fates, he would have won. I feel that the reason why the floor came out under Bowser and O'Chunks is because of Dimentio— because why make a trap like that that is intended to kill any who don't make it out in time and then have it to where after a certain amount of time, it would give any of the heroes still inside who may somehow still be alive an escape and make a comeback? It makes no sense. And it's because of that, that Peach was able to survive by landing on top of Bowser.

Had he only teleported Bowser out and left O'Chunks, and teleported Peach while leaving Mimi, the minions wouldn't have been able to band together with Count Bleck and Tippi to recharge the Pure Hearts and destroy his invincibility. It was his inability to go through with killing them or just letting them die because he actually cared about them— cared too much— that caused his own undoing.

History literally repeats itself if one subscribes to believing Dimentio is both the Magician's son and the last surviving apprentice.

First Shadoo who may or may not be the Pixl Queen, was spared by her brother who couldn't bear to go through with killing her therefore causing future consequences for if she ever gets free. Then the minions— including Nastasia and Count Bleck who for the latter, Dimentio in his ever present wisdom decided to spare killing for later— with their love for each other that was allowed to continue existing all because he spared them for the time being, recharged the Pure Hearts and caused immediate consequences for himself and was the catalyst for his defeat.

In the first instance, he was on the “heroic” side. For the last he was on the “villainous” side.

#super paper mario #spm #spm theory #dimentio #shadoo #pixl queen #this is ofc just a theory since dimentio is an enigma but i see parallels and go 👀#and also ofc things like nastasia surviving dimentio's kill-shot is just my interpretation of how she did so #and then there's the (fairly popular?) fanon that dimentio teleported mimi and o'chunks to dimension d rather than them flip in on their ow #but we know that they couldn't have done so on their own— at least not o'chunks who is consistently shown to be incapable of flipping #and flipping seems to /only/ work on the person themself and can't be used on selected targets (if that makes sense). dimentio is special #bc he's the only character who is shown to always /teleport/‚ not flip. and we are explicitly shown a scene of him clearly using his #teleportation on peach (he uses his teleportation on mr. l and the other heroes when he explodes them but it's disguised by said #explosions due to how distinct it is and considering how for many years a vast majority of the spm fandom believes he /actually/ killed the #when jaydes herself literally says otherwise‚ those examples of him teleporting people other than himself doesn't count) anyway. point is:#even if mimi could flip in on her own‚ o'chunks wouldn't have been able to get in. probably. bc tippi /does/ show the ability to flip #both herself and the heroes to flipside on several occasions‚ but this ability isn't displayed by /anyone else/ throughout the game so #it's not farfetched to believe that /only/ tippi can flip other people in addition to herself #so i still firmly believe dimentio was responsible for mimi and o'chunks getting into dimension d at the end (plus it's /his/ dimension‚ i #think he has full control over whether someone can or can't enter it)#i did not mean to put an entire essay in the tags oh no

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tf2-oneshots · 1 year

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(2/3) and then Snap to a few weeks later, where Everyone is gathered into what would be the Mercs equivalent to a Living room. Engie makes a comment like "thanks, Darlin' you're the best" after Spy got him something he needed, which then instinctively both Demo and Scout rise to argue for their partners, and all three are just having this compliment war in complete view of their partners and their teammates, which they all swore to never do for fear of their partners never letting it go(which they were correct, they don't)

Part two! Part one is here!

Warnings: none!

Rating: Teen and up for Medic boobs lol

“We all set for movie night?” Bowl of popcorn in hand, Scout takes his seat in the common room. He steals a few pieces, washing them down with a sip of his Bonk. He gets comfy on the good side of the couch as Engineer and Demo take their seats.

“Got the beer, the candy, and the film. Ain’t nothing left, right?” The three look around, mentally checking off each item. There were enough snacks to make it through half the movie between the three of them. Drinks to combat the salty seasoning Demo mixed into the popcorn.

“You know what? Forgot the blanket. Goddamnit, I just got comfy.” The Engineer huffs, picturing the massive blanket folded on the kitchen table where he left it. The Texan grunts, begrudgingly working himself to standing when soft fabric grazes his cheek. Turning to the source, Spy is placing their blanket in Engineer’s lap.

“I believe this is yours, mon inventeur.” Spy leans in, stealing a chaste kiss. Her gloved hand rests on the American’s cheek before they part ways. Spy gives him a smile before he stands upright once more.

“Well, ain’t you a peach? Thank you kindly, Spy.” Scout gags, unusually loud this time. The couple roll their eyes and Spy huffs. Leave it to the brat to find real romance unappealing. He steps away from the couch to join everyone else in the adjacent dining room.

“I’ll take my leave. If I stay, Scout may shrivel and die.” She comments before crossing through the doorframe. Once out of earshot, Engineer spreads the blanket between the three of them. He gives the men a smug look, hitting the play button for their movie.

“Y’all’s boys ever do that for you?” Both Scout and Demo roll their eyes. Despite the film beginning, Scout makes a point to turn and face Engineer. He’s careful not to spill the popcorn sitting in his lap while doing so.

“Sniper got me a whole case of Irish whiskey. The top shelf brand too. That’s love right there.” Said case sits in his room with the rest of his special occasion drinks. As tempted as he is to snatch a bottle or two, Demo has to reserve them for when it matters.

“Dude, that’s nothing. Medic called me his dove last night. Yeah, you heard me! Dove. Do you even, like, know how much that means? I’m basically a married man now.” The older men groan, denying the fact that Scout is married over a pet name. If it were that easy, Engineer would be married to every woman he’s called ‘hon’ in his life.

“Spy’s got eyes as blue as the summer sky. Ain’t nothing like them.” A pretty blue that Engineer can’t help stare into when they spend time together. He never noticed at first due to his tinted goggles, but when he saw the pair unfiltered, his heart skipped a beat.

“Medic’s the best to cuddle though. That dude is soft as hell cause he’s got huge—“ A metal hand slaps itself over Scout’s mouth. If Engineer had done it any harder, the impact might have finally fixed Scout’s overbite.

Adjacent to the trio, the three men in question had been playing a game of poker. A game that was discarded the moment they heard their lovers debating who was best. All three sit in shock, listening to their partners bicker.

“Congrats on the jugs, mate.” Sniper chuckles as Medic crosses his arms to cover the pair. The doctor rolls his eyes, listening in as Engineer goes on a tirade of compliments towards Spy. Said Frenchman leans back to sip his wine.

“Well, isn’t Engineer a romantic? Your brutes could learn from him.” The ramble is cut off by Demo who begins listing off many of Sniper’s best qualities. His rugged voice, he’s upper body strength, that cute birthmark on his lower back. The last of which causing the Aussie to blush.

“Don’t need romance when my mate’s obsessed with me. Love’s got a big heart in him.” This of course, is only the beginning. With compliments and praises pouring from the three men, their lover’s egos inflated rapidly. Spy’s smugness doubled, Sniper’s pride grew massive, and Medic felt the sudden urge to pull more praises from Scout by any means possible.

Part two is done! Stay tuned for part three! -H

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 requests #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #swordvan #quick fix #practical espionage #mediscout #engiespy #demosniper

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faramirsonofgondor · 9 months

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Song Lyrics That Remind Me of Jamie

“But if I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn’t know how to be alive. I should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.”

- Brand New City, Mitski

“Do you like these little sonnets? Cause I wrote them just for you. But how quickly they turn sour, so be careful who you screw.”

- Not Allowed, TV Girl

“Just looking for a protector, god never reached out in time. This love that is a savior, but that ain’t no love of mine. My love, it kills me slowly. Slowly, I could die.”

-Silk, Wolf Alice

“I am unruly in the stands. I am a rock on top of the sand. I am a fist amidst the hands and I make a wreck out of my hand. I make a fist and not a plan and I’d break it just because I can.”

- Wrecking Ball, Mother Mother

“Oh, I’m no longer a kid, and everything has changed. There’s nothing in my heart, and lightning in my brain.”

-Kids, Current Joys

“And to know me as hardly golden, is to me all wrong.”

- The Funeral, Band Of Horses

“Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs? I know they’re losing and I pay for my place by the ring. Where I’ll be looking in they’re eyes when they’re down. I wanna feel it.”

- I Bet on Losing Dogs, Mitski

“I’ll find a new place to be from, a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends. No I’m not afraid to disappear. The billboard said ‘the end is near’”

- I Know The End, Phoebe Bridgers

“Hello black dog, it’s been a while. I know that face, I know those eyes. I changed my address and blocked you online, but you’ve found me in the dark and kept me from the light.”

-Hello Black Dog, Matt Maltese

“I’m going to escape, but you won’t know how, or where to find me when I’m gone.”

-Christmas Kids, Roar

“Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight? I’m tired of this searching, would you let me let go? I can take a little bit more. Let’s shake this poet out of the beast.”

- Bag of Bones, Mitski

“Fear puts a spell on us, always second-guessing love. My hunger burns a bullet hole, the spectre of my mortal soul. The only truth that I can see, Spectre has come for me.”

- Spectre, Radiohead

“Baby’s not made of china, baby’s just sad. Tears should fall if they have to, maybe they had.”

-Baby Ain’t Made of China, Wolf Alice

“I faked it every time but that’s alright. I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all.”

- Motion Sickness, Phoebe Bridgers

“Real men don’t flinch or bleed in public. Oh, I think I’m a real man. Little boys cry and look around for comfort.”

- Real Men, Mitski

“I can’t help but repeat myself, ‘I know it’s not your fault.’ Still, lately I begin to shake for no reason at all.”

- I Can’t Handle Change, Roar

“Feels like we had matching wounds, but mine’s still black and bruised, and yours is perfectly fine. Feels like we buried alive something that never died. So, god, it hurt when I found out you love her, it’s over.”

- The Exit, Conan Gray

“I have a tricky love affair, you know, with the place where I grew up. But it knows I’ll never leave, ya know, I never left it much.”

-Giant Peach, Wolf Alice

“You were happy to have me, but I never gave me away.”

“I would give my heart, I think, but it’s up in a branch of a tree. It was only to tease when he climbed up the tree, put my heart where I couldn’t reach. I didn’t mind I adored him so we forgot and we left for home.”

- Circle, Mitski

“Well, I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d wear with pride.”

- I Go To the Barn Because I Like The, Band Of Horses

“I wear women’s underwear and then I go to strike a pose in my full length mirror. I cross my legs just like a queer, but libido is high when a lady is near.”

- Verbatim, Mother Mother

“My life has been empty, my life has been untrue. And does she really know me, at last? And are you just like me? Dead eyes, dead eyes, are you just like me?”

-By Starlight, The Smashing Pumpkins

“Cause nothing heals misery’s fist. No witches’ pill, no lover’s kiss. If life is easy, then what is this? If I’m gonna sit and wait then I might as well ask for the hand of the Devil himself.”

- Soapy Water, Wolf Alice

“Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that we would meet again, some sunny day? Vera, Vera, what has become of you? Does anybody else in here feel the way I do?”

- Vera, Pink Floyd

“I’m not who I am to anyone these days, no not me at all.”

- Good Looking, Suki Waterhouse

“Feels like I’m falling, dreams slowly stalling. Extravagance disguised as elegance is boring. I don’t belong here, though it really is quite fun here. ‘Hey, is mum there? It’s just me, I felt like calling.’”

- Delicious Things, Wolf Alice

“There’s really no way of winning, if in their eyes, you’ll always be a dumb blond”

- Blue Hair, TV Girl

“I ain’t afraid though my steps appear tentative. I scope it out then I throw myself into it. I ain’t ashamed of the fact that I’m sensitive, I believe that is the perfect adjective. I wear my feelings on my sleeve, I suggested it. It serves me better than to swallow in a sedative. I am what I am and I’m good at it. And you don’t like me, well that isn’t fucking relevant.”

- Smile, Wolf Alice

“You’ve got your finger on the trigger, but your trigger finger’s mine.”

- COPYCAT, Billie Eilish

“I’d try to tell you what I think and play it off like it’s a joke.”

- Alien Blues, Vundabar

“I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.”

- The Trial, Pink Floyd

“Well, I hedge my bets on wealth, cause it’s lies after lies after lies. But do you even fool yourself? And then a light shines on you. And when your friends are talking, you hardly hear a word.”

The Last Man On Earth, Wolf Alice

“She loves me like a dog and when we mess around I’ll let her know the truth I found in my own hopeless hate. And every time I wake, I second guess the game I played. Did I make a mistake?”

- Sarah, Alex G

“Take my heart, pull it apart and take my brain, or what remains, and throw it all away cause I’ve grown tired of this body, a cumbersome and heavy body.”

- Body, Mother Mother

“There must be some mistake, I didn’t mean to let them take away my soul. Am I too old, is it too late? Where has the feeling gone? Will I remember the songs? The show must go on.”

- The Show Must Go On, Pink Floyd

“Can’t shake the feeling, that I’m just bad at healing.”

- Getting Older, Billie Eilish

Let me know if you think I should make more of these!

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AN: just something t hat came to my mind. :)

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Well, you were satisfied with your main job as a personal assistant in the avenger tower, but the training every week ( Tony made everyone train, just in case) and the endless hours barely left any time for you to have any kind of relationship of your own, and the fun time you had in the bedroom was mainly your toys. You refused to have one-night stands, but since your job left you without the possibility of having a boyfriend, you opted for this instead.

Starting an onlyfans was just the cherry on top. A plus thrill to add, and of course the flirtatious messages from your followers just added to that. Bucky, Steve and Sam didn't bother to remember the name of a simple assistant, so they called you peach or doll most of the time. You decided since they wouldn't need to go on onlyfans, and since peach was such a common nickname you could get away with AssistantPeach, going for the sexy-secretary wibe. You didn't really needed to buy anything for this, since you never showed more than your body. Your face was off limits, mainly for protecting your identity. You just hit 15k followers, so you decided this week you would go live instead of posting pictures. You spent the last week posting pictures in less and less clothing, the last one just yesterday, reminding your followers that today, you'll go live, the first time ever. On the picture you were fully naked, holding a peach in front of your right nipple with your left hand, effectively hiding your left one, while using your right hand to hold a peach, hiding your cunt. It was sexy, but somehow you still seemed like a goddess. Your peachy blonde hair falling on your shoulders in loose waves. You opted for some golden hour glow as well, making you look like you shone yourself. The amount of comments you got for that one were the most you ever had.

One stood out the most. It was from someone named Tinman40 and it said:

"How can someone not worship you 24/7? Literal Goddess, can't possibly wait for your live, it's a shame others will se as well... can i get a private show?"

At first you found it rude to ask for a private show, then you just found it sweet. You bought a sunset lamp, so you intended to use it in your live.

When you started your live there were already thousands waiting. You opted for a setting that only let premium members write in the chat, there were still a lot of them, but it was way more managable this way. The camera turned on, sunset lamp set on you, you wore a white dress, which was more cottage core than secretary, your hair hanging on your shoulders as always. You were like a princess this time. And they did not fail to mention that. Of course there were some comments that just asked you to get naked and fuck yourself already, but your admins took care of those soon enough.

You didn't really need the money, but as adviced, by your best friend, you set price goals, as to when will you remove and what. You soon hit the first goal, slowly teasingly stripping yourself of the dress, revealing a white silk nightgown, revealing your collarbones, your neck. That's when Tinman40 dropped his first comment. He was a VIP member, so his comments were red colored.

"I wish i could be there to worship you"

You blushed hard seeing it, but he never had a chance to see that of course.

Soon enough they reached the next goal, which had you drop the nightgown, revealing a red lace bralette and matching panties. Your fair skin, the lights, the red of the lace was just simply dreamy. You slowly, caressed your skin, leaving goosebumps as you imagined a handsome man caressing you, worshipping you.

The rapid rising of your chest did not miss Tinman40's eyes, as he commented again.

"Are you thinking of me Peach? About how i'd caress you, how i'd kiss you, mark you up? I would pleasure you until you beg for me to stop."

You never talked, they never heard your voice, but you forgot you left the mic on. So he was able to hear the whimper that escaped you. He probably smirked to himself, as more and more goosebumps showed on your skin. You couldn't help but run your hands over your hardened nipples, and slide on down slowly to circle your aching nub slowly. Just before hitting the next goal, there was a comment again in red.

"I'll pay 10 grand if you turn this off and make yourself cum while thinking of me"

Your hand stopped. It was tempting. He knew you thought about it. So there was a ping on your phone, to let you know, he did transfer it. So you sent out a messeage, with a few spicy pictures you did for the 15k celebration. You felt brave, so you messeaged Tinman40. You had a platform where they can only message you, if you messaged them first.

"You're gonna have to give me more than a little think of me... " then you hit send, shutting your pc down, turning off the lights, and laying on your bed. Then your phone pinged. New messeage.

"Well, i'd rather be there to do this all, but i guess thiss will do. I can't believe you reached out. So happy."

Then another:

"I would pick you up, so youd had to have those legs around my waist, while i hold you, and kiss you so passionately you'd never want to let you go if not for air, my hands would roam around your heavenly body, slowly ridding you of your bra, before putting you gently on the bed. I'd kiss every inch of your skin, before kissing your still clothed mound, but surely those panties would be ruined by then, i'd get you new ones, but tear those down as well. I'd kiss every inch of your pussy, eat you like a starved man. God, i bet you are as sweet as you look. I nearly came just thinkin about it. When you came on my mouth, i'd slowly kiss my way up to capture your lips again, letting you taste yourself, before making you come on my fingers, i need to prepare you for me.. I just know you'd fit perfectly, gripping me thightly, not wanting to let go, and hell, i'd rather live buried deep in that pussy i promise. I'd start off slow... caresses, kisses.. Then gradually i'd pick up my pace... getting rougher, making you come the third time... Then i'd bring you on top of me, let you do what you want, in your pace, gripping your ass, making you feel just how much i want you... By the time of the 4th you'd only remember my name, but it's okay, there's nothing more i'd like to hear than those whimpers, and you moaning my name. I'd shoot my seed so deep, youd be leaking of me for days, making you smell of me, so everybody would know that you're mine..Then i'd clean you up a bit, before pulling you close so you could sleep safely in my arms, only to wake up there too.."

You shivered as you read that message slowly, trying to keep pace, pleasuring yourself. In the end you sent a picture of your now soaked bedding, as you know it was probably what he wanted anyways. Then went to shower. After you cleaned yourself, you took another look on your notifications, there was another message from him.

"Gosh, just how more perfect can you get, i'd love to make you squirt and moan my name.. I hope you had a great shower.. Sleep well Peach, sending you kisses. Hope your boyfriend takes care of you.. I know i would."

You smiled sadly at the message. You wish this were real. You wish someone like im would really care for you, not just paying for your content for his own pleasure.

"Just little old me alone here with my toys. It is alright, i wouldn't have time for anything else anyway. Main job taking all the time. But you sure did leave me with things to think about while using them.. "

Then you went to sleep.

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Meanwhile in the avenger tower...

-Buck is everything alright, i heard noise.... shit sorry.. -Said Steve as barged into Bucky's room, only to find him cleaning himself up.

When he went to the kitchen to get water, Sam and Steve were watching a movie in the livingroom, so he joined.

-Assistant again huh?

-She messaged me you know.. - he said with a boyish smirk, as the two looked at eachother dumfounded.

-What? No way. I wished she messaged me months back.. So what happened?

-Well she wanted me to give her something to think of.. I mean.. i kinda made her shut the live down...

-THERE WAS A LIVE? - they asked in unison, already reaching for their phones.

-Well you can see her stripping her cute ass to underwear, the rest was .. private.. - he said as he showed them the pic of your ruined bedding.

The next day you were sitting in the conference room, cause there was a briefing, and since you were their assistant, you had to be there to make sure they'll know the information afterwards as well.

They greeted you, and you smiled at them, you hair in your usual bun. They never really took notice of you. You were just a plain assistant. Of course they were the avengers, they could get anyone. So they fell into conversation easily while waiting for Tony.

-I still can't believe she texted you man.. i mean that video.. gosh i wish i could've been there. - said Sam

-Well what can i say, i'm one lucky guy... - smirked Bucky.

-Well i mean.. that doesn't mean she'd ever let you get close to her tho.. Onlyfans is a thing, meeting is another.. Didn't you say she said that her main job doesn't let's her have a relationship anyways? Not to mention, i'd be sure pissed if 15k people saw daily whats mine. - said Steve. But you dropped your pen when you heard the story. Too many things matching. You said sorry as you picked it up, adjusting your glasses on the bridge of your nose. That's when Bucky notices your hair. It's the exact colour as the AssistantPeach's, and you're also an assistant. He raises one of his brows, but let's go of the thought as Tony enters.

-Good morning gentlemen, (Y/n). Before we start, please bring me a coffee (Y/n), thank you.

You do as Tony asks, not noticing Bucky checking you out. Even your form is matching hers.. He adjusts himself in his chair, earning looks from Sam and Steve. After the brief, you run out, as Tony asked you to check with Bruce for your yearly check up. It was mandatory that everyone working here would get themselves checked up yearly.

The assistant of Bruce asked you to unbotton your blouse so they can check your heart condition, as well as your lungs. You didn't notice Bucky watching you from outside. The shock on his face as he remembers the red lace bra you're wearing. He leaves to train, finding Sam and Steve there as well as Natasha.

-I was right, it's her.. - he says.

-Who? - Natasha asks.

-Buck thinks our assistant is the girl he talked to on Onlyfans. - said Sam smirking.

-Well she was wearing that red bra today.. -he said, before landing a blow in the side of Steve.

-So you not only being a creep and pay for Onlyfans, you peep on one of your colleagues just cause she happens to have the same bra? Way to be a creep Buck. - Nat shouts laughing.

-But i can find out for you if you're really that smitten. - she says smirking.

-Oh he is smitten.. but i won't say i dont understand.. - says Steve as he shows her the picture with the peaches.

-Shit... Well i mean.. if we are working with her.. i sure want a bite of that peach... - she says.

-Don't you dare Romanov... - Bucky threatens.

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The next morning Bucky finds you chatting over a coffee with Natasha. And decides to just listen in a little bit. Making sure she's not making any moves on you.

-So then what about beer with the team on friday? You're just as much a teammate as the rest of us.. I mean.. where would we be without your brains (Y/n)? - she flirts. -Bring your boyfriend too.

-What boyfriend Nat? You know i spend like all my time here. Who would possibly put up with a workaholic. But i can do friday night though. I have the weekend off for once. - you say.

-Good then i still have a chance. - she wink at you before leaving. You just mutter a small "What the fuck was that" , and it makes Bucky smile.

-Hey Peach, could you help me with yesterday's brief? You were so pretty i forgot. - came in Sam.

-I can, and no need to flatter me Sam, you never pay attention in there. - you laughed as you reached for the notes you took, giving them to him.

-I heard you're coming on friday. Still can't believe you never came to these.. - he said smiling.

When he left, you checked your clothing. Something must be out of place. Everyone started to be flirty, and you couldn't quite place it. Everything was modest and business-y so you just put the thought aside. They surely didn't flirt with you.

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Friday in the pub...

You entered the pub a little later than what was agreed on. Tinman40 messaged, asking what are you doing tonight, he said he hopes noone will charm you away from him. You opted for saying that they wouldn't get far, since you still don't have time for a relationship anyways.

You were smushed between Steve and Bucky, their cologne making you almost dizzy. They smelled amazing, and their closeness were making you all kinds of hot. They were handsome, and waaaay out of your league. You wore a little black dress, your leather jacket. Which nearly showed your butt as Sam twirled you upon arriving, while he whistled, saying how good you looked.

Nat had an idea of truth or dare. You were always afraid of truths, so you mostly opted for dare. That's how you ended up, taking a shot of tequila, with the salt and lemon waiting to be licked off of Steve's face.

All of you were tipsy at this point. You were giggling that you indeed finished the dare. Steve adjusted himself and smirked at the team.

-Well i would lie if i said that wasn't sexy as fuck.. Glad you're not going for truths girl. -he said winking, making you blush.

Next up was Sam. He chose truth.

-What is one thing you think you should be ashamed of, but you arent? - you asked.

-Good one (Y/n).. - he said - i think it's the fact that even tho i don't think anyone would deal with an avenger boyfriend, i find enough pleasure on onlyfans.. - you snort at his answer.

-What? it's no shame.. - he says laughing.

After a few truths and Steve's dare, it's you again. You chose truth, surprising everybody. But now you had enough drinks in you to be brave.

Nat was the one asking.

-If you could have any fantasy or story became real life, what would it be?

-Ugh well... thats a hard question.

-Sexual! - she giggled.

-Oh geez, straight in there are you... let's see.. i think one that one of my subscribers told me a while ago. - you say, instantly blushing. The corner of Bucky's lips moving into a smug halfsmile.

-What subscribers doll? - Sam asks with a toothy grin.

-One question per truths Mr. Wilson. - you say giggling. But at this point they were all sure you were the one that now they all followed on Onlyfans.

-You up Tinman, truth or dare? - Steve asked Bucky, as your eyes widened. No, no no, this can't be. Why would they be on there. Why would he be on there? You saw a different intern hanging off of him every day. Surely it's a coincidence.

-Dare. - he said taking a swing of his bottle.

-I Dare you toooooo.... hm.. what do i dare you to... oh right, tequila shot, with the salt and lemon on (Y/n) neck. - he said winking. You were possibly too out of it to realize what it ment, until you felt his lips on your your neck, lingering a bit too long, making you remember the message your subscriber sent, while you squeezed your thighs together, a whimper nearly escape your mouth. You immeadiately needed another shot, amking the others laugh.

-What? - you asked.

When it was your turn again you opted for the safe dare. This time you were dared by Natasha to show a nude pic of yourself. Well it's nothing that 15k people didn't see already. You showed her the now infamous one with the peaches. Her eyes widened, but before the guys could see why, you locked your phone.

-Jesus (Y/n), that's hot as fuck. - she said, clinking her glass to yours, you winking at her. You excused yourself to go to the ladiesroom.

-Guys.. it's her. -Nat said, all of the guys chin's falling to the ground.

-Game on then. - Steve said smirking.

When you came back, there were 3 sets of eyes on you.

-What? Did something happen? - you asked.

-Nothing doll, come sit. Let's continue the game. - Bucky said, putting his hand on your side, making you shiver as he helped you back to your previous position, smushed between the supersoldiers.

-Bucky, truth or dare? - you asked smiling at him.

-Dare.

-Kiss anyone in the group, for at least 10 seconds. - you said, thinking he'll go for Steve since they are in a relationship already.

But then he slowly snaked a hand behind your back, while the other going on your neck before he crashed his lips on yours, this was already more than 10 seconds, but he didn't want to let you go. He only did when Sam said to get a room. You nearly whimpered at the loss of contact, but then looked guilty-ly at Steve, but you only saw his smirking face as he caressed your shoulder. Only then did you notice that his hand was over your shoulder while Bucky was kissing you.

Nat was out of it at this point so Sam decided he'll just help her back to the tower. Steve and Bucky stayed behind with you.

After another shot, Steve looked at you and said:

-Well i sure as hell regret not peeping on the picture you showed to Nat...

You were drunk as hell so you thought it wouldn't matter if they saw. 15k people already did anyways.

-Here look, i mean.. 15k people already saw it, what's two more. - you smiled.

Bucky wasn't looking just took another shot.

-Sorry, i know you're not interested, i just.. i don't know why i said two more. - you said, putting a strand of hair behind your ears. Chuckling. Why would he be interested anyways.

-Oh i am doll, but i already saw it. - he said smirking.

-What? Where? - you asked as the color left your face.

-Well.. let's just say that you stopped your live cause of me. - he smirked, as you hid your face in your hands.

-Geeez.. Please stop joking guys.

-I'm not doll, but i sure as hell wasnt joking in your dm-'s either.. - he said getting closer to you, inhaling near your neck, sending a shiwer down your spine.-I'd love to show oyu just how much this is not a joke...

-That doesn't change the facts that i'm not looking for a one night stand, nor do i have time for more.

-Let us take you out on a date tomorrow.. We might be able to change your mind..- Steve whispered before kissing just under your ear. You could feel Bucky's breath on your lips, as he whispered -Give us a chance doll, you wouldn't regret it... - and you couldn't help but nod, as he captured your lips again.

The next morning you wake up with a splitting headache, when you hear knocks on your door. You put your gown on, as you go to open your door. Only to find Steve and Bucky smiling. One with coffee, the other with aspirin. You are too sleepy and hungover to care, so you invite them in.

-Can we postpone the date? I don't think i'll be able to leave the house today. Gosh i'm dying... how are you two not dying... ?

-Serum doll... but it's alright, we can stay and take care of you.. - Bucky said, voice sow low, you nearly whimpered.

You groaned - You can go and like rummage through my undies and shit, just let me die out here... and like close the curtains please, i'm getting blind...

They laughed looking at you. Bucky took two aspirins and a bottle of cold water and kneeled next to your suffering form.

-Take these doll, and when it's better we can watch a movie or something. We don't have to go anywhere. - he said while gently caressing the side of your face.

-You don't even like me, why are you being like this? - you murmured softly. You really did not understand. -I .. i mean you both have interns hanging off your arms right or left. Each prettier than before.. and I'm just me... - you said with your eyes closed.

-Doll, did you ever see any of us doing anything with them at all? Only you have nickname as well...

-You never paid me any mind, why would i thought you want something? Sure we would've flirted over onlyfans, not even knowing we worked together.

-Well i have had my suspicions, and you seem pretty unapproachable at work, so we had to find a way... - Bucky said as he took your hand.

-Think about it, come on a few dates with us, see how it feels, then we can go from there. We work at the same place, i'm sure we can figure the times out.. - said Steve which made you look at them.

-I-is this some kind of joke? - you say sitting up, facing them.

They chuckle.

-..Did the kiss at the bar feel like a joke to you (Y/n)? - Bucky asked as his blue orbs almost turned entirely black, while you couldn't hel but blush as you bit down your lip.

-Then what about what Steve said? If this is going to work, yall have to deal with me not quitting onlyfans... - you looked at them.

Steve slowly started to unbutton his shirt, revealing his upperbody. Damn, he really was like a god.

-Well, i thought about that.. As long as they know you're ours i wouldn't mind... I mean... i think this - he motions to his body - would look pretty good next to your perfect little body... And i much rather see me and Buck fill you up instead of your toys... -he said smirking, as Bucky started to caress upwards on your thigh. You hid your face in your hands to prevent them from seeing you blush.

-Cat got your tongue sweetheart? - Bucky murmured as he placed a kiss to your knee, looking at you with so much attraction.

-I just.. It's hard to grasp that this is not a joke... Also... you kissing me and him being shirtless is pretty distracting.. -you said.

They looked at eachother smirking before Steve scooped you up, heading towards your bedroom. He wasn't looking at the way, he was staring into your eyes before you slowly kissed him. The next thing you know, you are standing in your bedroom, sandwiched between them, as they kiss you anywhere they can, while Steve slowly got rid of your robe. Bucky took a step back, adoring the body he saw on the pictures, finally before him, within his grasp.

Well damn - said Steve, making you giggle as he looked over your body. You felt a little selfconscious before they practically jumped at you. Hands all over, nearly overwhelming with all their kisses. You were gently put in your bed, as Steve continued to kiss you, caress you where he could, before you felt small kisses going towards where you needed them the most. Bucky slowly, teasingly made his way up to where he wanted to be for months now. With his first fat lick you moaned into Steve's mouth, grabbing his bicep harder, making him smile into the kiss, before he went down to your neck.

-Sweet like peaches man.. sweet like peaches... - Bucky said as he indeed ate you out like a starving man, and you knew this was the day he and Steve will make that dream come true...

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2 months later...

-Steve where did you hide my vibrator again? -you asked frustrated. You just hit 50k and were supposed to go live again, this time staying.

-Well i throw it away. - he stated, standing in the door of your bedroom with his hands crossed in front of your chest.

-Then how am i supposed to go live now? Jesus Steve... - you said as you started to rummage through your sex-stuff. You didn't realize he slowly walked up to you, only when he put a blindfold over your eyes.

He whispered into your ears.

-It's about time they know you're in good hands baby.. - before leading you back to your bed, tying your hands above your head to the headboard.

-Now be good, and stay silent.. we don't want them to know our names now do we? - he asked in a low growl and you just nodded, wetness already pooling in your white lace panties. Then you heard Bucky's extremely low voice.

-Hey guys, thank you for subscribing to our godess's page, we thought we'd surprise you and her as well today for hitting 50k... The live will be different this time.. There will be no goals, but you can pay to make us do certain things to her, listed under the live below... She doesn't know any of them so make sure she'll enjoy it in the meantime.. Oh and another little rule.. Honey, you are not allowed to cum until the end of the live... so fellas... enjoy.

This sent a shiver down your spine. This newfound excitement was entirely something else.

-Aaaand there is the first donation baby.. do you want to know what is it? - Steve asked and you nodded. They wore masks, because this would surely coulnd't be managed without them...

-It was from Romanov.. - he said chuckling, realizing that your friends are watching as well.. - and she wants us to rid you of your cute little underwear, then B here, will slowly, play with your sweet little folds before insterting one finger.. - your breath hitched.

Being blindfolded meant hightened senses.. which meant you were closer than you thought you are. As you started fluttering around Bucky's finger he pulled it out, leaving you squirming for more. That made them chuckle.

-Poor baby... did you want to cum? -Bucky murmured as he licked you off of his fingers.

The laptop you used pinged, notifying you all of another donation. This made Bucky smirk.

-Well honey, don't your subscribers love you so much... Birdman here asked you to be so kind and warm S-'s cock for him.. No moving though. - he said, making you whimper instantly, as you felt Steve move behind you, propping you up until he aligned himself with your tight little cunt, and slowly pushing you down on it, only stopping when he was fully in you as he took hold of your legs, taking them as far apart as he could, showing you off to the camera and Bucky. Bucky smirked, as he saw you welcome Steve fully, your folds glistening, and he couldn't help but draw a small circle on your aching nub with his thumb, making you moan and flutter around Steve.

-Damn man, she's gripping me so thight... - he said with a growl, and you accidentally started to grind on him. Then there was a slap on both your inner thighs.

-Tsk Tsk Tsk honey... what did i say about not moving just warming? - asked Bucky as you whimpered. Well you may not even be allowed to cum after the live ends now... be a good girl and tell your little fans here how S feels..

-S-s-so big... so full.. -you said as you fluttered around him again, making him grab your thighs a little rougher. This will surely leave marks. He run his nose down your neck before kissing it.

-Well honey if you keep fluttering around me s'much i won't be able to hold back either... - he said but before you could react there was another ping.

Bucky chuckled.

-Well Romanov surely would like you to lose this game honey.. -was all he said, before you nearly cum. His tongue started to slowly lap on your clit, making you flutter around Steve, and he couldn't help but thurst a few.

-S-so close.. - you whimpered as they stopped and stilled immediately. -please... - you pleaded.

Then there was a vip comment... You didn't know but it was the team's lawyer, Andy, whom you worked with frequently. He knew about your Onlyfans, he always checks everybody he works with.. and you were his favourite free-time activities.

"I'll pay yall 25 grand if you make her squirt on his cock."

-Well what do you say honey, can you squirt for ABlaywer? - Bucky asked, and you were nodding rapidly, tears soaking into the blindfold.

Thats when Bucky's hand started to play with your clit, the other with your nipple, while Steve started to thurst in and out of you in the most delicious way, while one of his hand went up to your throat.

You started to grip him thightly, moaning loudly but you weren't quite there yet, or so you thought, but then Bucky held your hitachi wand to your clit, making you scream and squirt all over Steve's cock and legs almost immediately, leaving you quietly shaking in his hold, as Bucky licked your clit a few times. Making you moan loudly.

-Well so much for not letting her cum until the end.. -Steve said.

-It's alright.. we can switch it up to make her cum so many times, she begs for us to stop... -Bucky smirked all evil.

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