#i say 'i need to get out' and okay great i guess but feels like every place in this world is also going towards a shittier future đ
Can You Be My Boyfriend?
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Y/N is Ferrariâs social media manager and when one of the mechanics doesnât take no for an answer, she pretends sheâs dating a certain Ferrari driver.
Warning: grammatical and spelling errors cuz I donât proofread
A/N: i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love yâall gave âPrince of Ferrariâ, it means a lot to me as a new Charles Leclerc writer. I hope yâall like this one too, just like Olivia Rodrigo, I am so American,
Y/N walked into Fredâs office.
âMr. Vasseur, I had an idea for a new C2 challenge.â Y/N said.
âWhat did you have in mind, Y/N?â Fred asked.
âI was thinking we make dishes from each place we go to. Like Cuban food from Miami, Texas barbecue ribs, paella from Spain, and we have Charles and Carlos match the dishes to their flag. I personally think it would be fun, you know? Or we could do a video where the drivers tell us from which Grand Prix the photo was taken.â Y/N suggested.
âThose are very good ideas, Y/N, see if the boys are up to it, will you? Figure out when the best time is to film that.â Fred said.
âYes, will do.â Y/N said and left his office. She walked to the living room (does the hospitality have a living room? I donât know) to see Carlos and Charles chatting to away.
âThere she is! Como has estado, hermosa?â Carlos asked Y/N, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.
âHa estado sĂșper bien, un poquito cansada, pero nada que no se puede arreglar con un cafĂ©.â Y/N said, her and Carlos laughed.
âI understand half of that.â Charles said.
âNow you know how I feel when you speak French.â Y/N said. âAnyway, as your social media manager, I had an idea for an upcoming challenge, we have to make the most of this season.â Y/N said.
âWe hear you, mon ange, whatâs the idea?â Charles asked.
âCan you guys guess what Grand Prix this is based off the picture?â Y/N asked, showing them a picture on her phone.
âThatâs when I won in Monza.â Charles answered.
âGood, this is your challenge, guessing Grand Prixs based off a photo.â Y/N said putting her phone away. âItâs not much, but itâs different from what you guys have done in the past. You could also match dishes to their countries.â Y/N said.
âSounds like a fun challenge.â Carlos said.
âGood to hear. Iâm gonna be with the photographer, heâs taking photos of the new livery and I need to approve them before I post them on Instagram. See ya later, okay?â Y/N said, stepping into the garage where she sees the photographer looking over the photos on his camera.
âY/N! Youâre here, tell me what you think, and be brutally honest. Do you think they came out to blurry?â The photographer, Daniel, asked. Y/N started looking them over.
âThey look great, honestly, it matches Ferrariâs instagram feed, you did a good job. Can you upload them to the computer?â Y/N asked and Daniel said that he could. He left Y/N alone on the garage and thatâs when one of the mechanics, Ruggero, approached her.
âSei bellissima, a more mĂo.â Ruggero told her. Y/N rolled her eyes,
âGrazie, Rugge, what do you want?â Y/N asked.
âYou are very hostile towards me, you know? I might be able to forgive you if you go out with me.â Ruggero said.
âNot gonna happen, Rugge, arenât you tired of getting rejected?â Y/N asked.
âI bounce back. Come on, amore, why wonât you let me take you out? You think youâre too good for me?â Ruggero asked.
âWhat are you talking about? Oh my god, I donât think Iâm too good for you, where the hell did you get that from?â Y/N asked, so confused at the turn this conversation took.
âWell thatâs the only thing I could think of, you come from the states, you clearly think youâre better than Europeans.â Ruggero said and Y/N had enough of this nonsense.
âI have a boyfriend! Que pesado eres, me cae.â Y/N said.
âReally, whoâs the boyfriend?â Ruggero asked. Y/N saw Charles walking into the garage.
âMuñeco, there you are!â Y/N said loudly, walking up to Charles and kissed him. Charles widened his eyes in shock but kissed her back and they both pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and Charles rubbed her back.
âCongratulations, does Fred know?â Ruggero asked.
âItâs private right now, weâre just seeing how this goes.â Y/N replied and as soon as Ruggero left, Y/N pulled away from Charles. âI am so sorry! Ruggero wouldnât leave me alone so I had to tell him I had a boyfriend and honestly whoever walked through that door was going to be the victim of my lie but I am glad itâs you and not Carlos, mainly because Ruggero knows Rebecca is dating him.â Y/N explained quickly but Charles was still distracted, thinking about the kiss Y/N gave him.
âIâm sorry, what?â Charles asked.
âCan you be my boyfriend?â Y/N asked.
âI Donât think we could pull this off, Y/N. We work together.â Charles said.
âWe would only have to pretend weâre dating around Ruggero, no one else has to know, I promise.â Y/N said.
âOkay fine.â Charles said, him and Y/N were walking back to the main area (I donât know how this works) and Carlos was standing next to Fred and Ruggero with a smile.
âCongratulations, cabrĂłn,â Carlos told charles, hugging him. âYou two are adorable.â Charles turned to look at Y/N with a look that said âno one will know, yeah rightâ
âI didnât know you two were dating.â Fred commented.
âItâs still new.â Charles replied, putting his arm around Y/N.
âAs long as it doesnât interfere with the social media posts, it should be fine.â Fred said before walking away. Ruggero smiled before going back to the garage.
âNow I know why you always called her âmon angeâ, que coqueto saliste, eh charles.â Carlos said, leaving Y/N and Charles alone, Y/N pulled away to face Charles.
âWell so much for that plan, I really am sorry, Charles.â Y/N said.
âYou know what? Itâs alright, itâs okay, pretending around here should be easy enough, this canât get worse, right?â Charles asked.
âI Donât think it can. How about I buy you lunch for getting you into this situation? I swear I did not mean for this to happen.â Y/N said.
âYeah, sure letâs get lunch, where do you want to go?â Charles asked.
âWell since this lunch is my treat, you choose where we should go.â Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked to the parking lot together and Y/N was walking towards her car when Charles grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his car. âSeriously?â
âWell what kind of boyfriend would I be if we went to lunch in different cars?â Charles asked.
âYeah, makes sense, Ruggero is watching through the window too, letâs go.â Y/N said. Charles opened the passenger door and Y/N got in, he close the door behind her, ever there gentleman, and he got into the driver seat. He turned on the car, and gave Y/N his phone so she can choose the music.
They arrived at the restaurant and like always, there were fans recording Charles and Y/N in the car, leaving the car, eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, within the hour, Charles and Y/N were trending on Instagram, Twitter (X), and TikTok. As they waited for the check, Y/N was scrolling on TikTok when she found a video of her and Charles in the car.
âCharles, i think our ârelationshipâ went public.â Y/N said, showing him her phone. Charlesâs eyes widened.
âCant say Iâm not surprised, I just thought videos wouldnât be posted until later, you know?â Charles said and Y/N put her phone away.
âWe havenât even been âdatingâ two hours and now everyone knows. You have no idea how sorry I am, I feel so bad for dragging you into this.â Y/N said.
âNone of this wouldnât have happened if Ruggero understood the word ânoâ so you are fine, Iâm glad I was able to help. But what was that thing you called me? âMuñecoâ? Why did you call me that?â Charles asked.
âSo âmuñecoâ means âdollâ, you have a pretty face, everyone says youâre good looking, you know youâre good looking. So muñeco just suits you, okay, especially with those dimples.â Y/N said, Charles smirked a little.
âYou think I have a pretty face?â Charles asked teasingly.
âGreat, I boosted your ego, like your head wasnât big enough already. You literally said in one of those C2 challenges when Carlos had your photo that if you were a woman, you would be in love with yourself.â Y/N said. The waiter came in with the check and Y/N was going to take it but Charles was faster. âDude, I told you I was gonna pay.â
âIt would look good if you paid, there are cameras everywhere apparently.â Charles said, placing his credit card with the check. The waiter took the check.
âThen Iâll Apple Pay you. You gonna train today?â Y/N asked.
âYes actually, come with me? You could post it to my story.â Charles asked. The waiter came back with Charlesâs card.
âYeah, I can do that. But we gotta go to Scuderia Ferrari for my car.â Y/N said, getting up from the table, Charles getting up as well.
âI think it can stay there overnight.â Charles said.
âYou want me to spend the entire day with you? Youâre insane.â Y/N commented as they were leaving the restaurant.
âMaybe, but it is to keep up appearances.â Charles said.
âI guess, but how long do we say weâve been dating?â Y/N asked, getting into Charlesâs car, he does the same.
â4 months seems good, donât you think?â Charles asked.
âI guess thatâs plausible.â Y/N said, Charles starts the car and drives off.
âDo you miss New York?â Charles asked.
âWhat do you mean?â Y/N asked.
âYou travel a lot with us and you moved to Monaco for work, but do you ever miss New York? Your family? I know I miss my family when Iâm away for races.â Charles said.
âI miss the food in New York, I canât get decent tacos al pastor in Monaco, I gotta wait til the Mexican Grand Prix for them.â Y/N stated. âBut yeah, I do miss New York.â
âYou should ask for vacation time so you could go.â Charles said.
âI Donât think theyâll give it to me, but thanks.â Y/N said.
For a week, Y/N and Charles have been spotted together everywhere, at races obviously, with Joris, Andrea, Doni, and Victoria, even with Charlesâs family. Right now Y/N was with Charles at a club in Monaco. Y/N was at a table with Charles was at the bar getting drinks. Y/N noticed a girl flirting with Charles, touching his hand, before he pulled away with two drinks for him and Y/N.
âCharles, can we talk for a second?â Y/N asked.
âSure, whatâs on your mind, mon ange?â Charles asked, the nickname still causing butterflies in Y/Nâs stomach.
âIf you wanted to hook up with that girl, you can. I donât want to have you tied down for a fake relationship.â Y/N said.
âI wasnât interested in her at all, you know.â Charles commented.
âReally? What happens when the next girl that hits on you is more your type? I donât want to hold you back, we are friends after all.â Y/N said.
âI have a confession to make.â Charles said, Y/N nodded her head for Charles to continue. âIâve liked you for a while. Before you kissed me, it was a little crush, I thought it would have went away, but being with you this past week made my crush grow stronger. You donât have to feel the same way, I just wanted to get this off my chest.â Y/N was shocked. Charles usually went for Instagram models, but he actually likes her, this was her dream come true.
âIâve liked you for a while too, I just never thought you would see me that way.â Y/N said.
âIâm going to kiss you right now, okay?â Charles whispered, getting closer to Y/N, looking at her lips then back into her eyes, Y/N nodded, leaning in until their lips touched. It was a soft, gentle kiss, until Charles gained more confidence to do more. They pulled away. âWill you be my girlfriend? For real, this time?â Charles asked.
âYes I will.â Y/N responded, they kissed again.
The End
Was this good? I think it was good, the pacing is weird, but I had no idea where this was going, just saying. Was it just as good as âprince of Ferrariâ? Probably not, but I hope yâall liked it, should I keep writing Charles Leclerc fanfics?
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A project of love | ls2
Summary: where you have to do a project with your crush and you try not to fall for him.
Warning: none.
a/n: requested and dedicated by @bananaleclerc I hope you like it!! And yes, I need a break from posting so much đđ
You're hunched over a textbook at a library table, surrounded by scattered notes and a half-eaten granola bar. Just then Logan enters the library, a whirlwind of energy and a backpack overflowing with what looks like every microbiology textbook ever written.
He slammed his books down next to you. âHey there, study buddy! Ready to conquer the microscopic world?â
You jump a little, startled. He flashes a dazzling smile. âUh, yeah, hi Logan. I was just... uh... reviewing.â You say, trying to sound casual.
âAwesome! Me too. Though, to be honest, my brain feels like it's about to explode from all these bacteria names.â He pulls out a chair dramatically and sits down. âDid you get a chance to look at the project outline Professor Davies sent? Apparently, we're germ-fighting partners!â
Your stomach flips. Internally screaming, you manage a smile. âYeah, I saw it. Partnered up, huh? Makes sense, I guess.â
âDefinitely! We balance each other out, right? You with your quiet genius vibe, and me... well, I bring the enthusiasm.â
You laugh nervously, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
âI wouldn't call myself a genius, but hopefully, I can keep up with your... enthusiasm.â
âOh, you will, trust me. So, what do you think? Should we start with some foundational stuff, or dive straight into the exciting world of, like, antibiotic resistance?â he grins.
You take a deep breath, trying to focus. âMaybe foundational stuff first? That way, we're both on the same page when we get to the more complex topics.â
âSounds like a plan! But hey, don't worry about keeping up. Like I said, I'm basically a walking microbiology encyclopedia. Just ask away if you get lost.â
You nod, but your mind is racing. Trying to focus on the project feels impossible now that you're so close to him.
You clear your throat. âOkay, so... cell walls of bacteria... what were we talking about those in lecture?â
Logan launches into an explanation, peppered with jokes and pop culture references. You try to concentrate, but all you can think about is the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he's passionate about.
Later, after a productive study session, you're packing your things.
âSo, should we meet again tomorrow? Same time, same place?â
You feel your heart pounding. âUh, yeah, sure. Sounds good.â
âGreat! Hey, you seem a little quiet today. Everything alright?â he asks softly.
You force a smile. âYeah, no, I'm just... tired, I guess... All this studying.â
âStudying can be draining! But hey, at least we're suffering together, right?â He winks at you. âSee you tomorrow, germ fighter!â
He flashes another smile and throws you a peace sign before walking off. You sigh, a mix of frustration and a secret thrill bubbling in your chest. Studying with Logan might be the most nerve-wracking, yet strangely fun, experience of your university career so far.
You watch him disappear into the library crowd, a bittersweet pang in your chest.
You mutter to yourself. âGerm fighter, huh? More like heartbreaker.â
You gather your things, a sudden wave of determination washing over you. You like Logan, a lot. But you can't let that distract you from the project. You take a deep breath and head out of the library, a plan forming in your mind.
***
The next day, you arrive at the study table a few minutes early. You've spent the morning making flashcards â not just on microbiology, but also on Logan's interests you've gleaned from his conversation snippets. Genetics? Check. Obsession with the movie "The Andromeda Strain"? Double check.
He bursts in, a little late and slightly out of breath.
âSorry I'm late! Professor Davies got us sidetracked talking about her research on bioluminescent bacteria. Apparently, there's a kind that glows neon green â can you believe it?â He says hurriedly, making you laugh a little, just then he notices the flashcards on the table. âWhoa, flashcards? You serious?â
You nod smiling, not as nervously as yesterday. âJust thought they might help us remember all this complex stuff. Besides, I found some fun facts related to the topics we need to cover. Maybe a little trivia can keep things interesting?â
His eyes wide at your words. âYou got fun facts about bacteria? Okay, you officially win coolest study partner ever! Shoot, let's hear one.â
You pick up a flashcard and grin. Maybe studying with Logan won't be so bad after all. Maybe you can find a way to balance your academic focus with a sprinkle of something more.
***
The following week becomes a whirlwind of flashcards, late-night library sessions fueled by takeout, and a slow, simmering tension between you and Logan. Your knowledge of bacteria trivia becomes legendary, earning you surprised yet impressed glances from Logan. He, in turn, starts bringing coffee (with extra whipped cream for you, which you secretly adore) and peppering the study sessions with personal anecdotes, revealing a surprisingly deep and caring side beneath his bubbly exterior.
One rainy afternoon, hunched over a microscope analyzing bacterial cultures, Logan asks. âHey, you ever wonder what those bioluminescent bacteria actually look like in real life?â
You glance up, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. âNot really.â you admit, âbut Professor Davies said she has some under a special microscope in her lab. Maybe we could ask if we could take a peek after our next class?â
He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. âPerfect... We can make it a little research adventure.â
The stolen glance you share sparks a warmth in your chest, a silent acknowledgement that this is more than just a study session. The next day, after you convince a hesitant Professor Davies to let you glimpse the glowing bacteria, you find yourselves alone in the dimly lit lab.
As you peer through the microscope, Logan leans closer, his shoulder brushing yours. âWow.â he whispers, âthey're incredible.â
You hum in agreement, captivated by the tiny emerald lights dancing before your eyes. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken emotions. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his breath tickling your ear.
Suddenly, the lab door bursts open, revealing Professor Davies returning from her meeting. You and Logan jump apart, both cheeks flushing a deep red.
âDid you get to see them?â she asks cheerfully.
âYes, Professor,â you stammer a little bit, âthey're amazing!â
As the week progresses, the air between you crackles with a new awareness. You find yourself stealing glances at Logan as he talks, your heart skipping a beat when he laughs at one of your jokes.
During a particularly frustrating attempt at culturing E. coli, you blurt out, âUgh, these bacteria are so stubborn!â
âHey,â Logan says softly, placing a hand on yours, âwe'll figure it out together... Like always.â
His touch sends a jolt through you, and you meet his gaze, your eyes locked in a silent conversation. In that moment, you both know this partnership has become something more, a budding connection waiting to bloom amidst the petri dishes and microscopes.
The shared look hangs heavy in the air, the frustration of the stubborn E. coli forgotten. Logan's hand lingers on yours, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and a blush creeps up your neck.
âMaybe,â he starts, his voice a low rumble, âwe should take a break from these little buggers. Grab some coffee, clear our heads?â
You nod mutely, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Stepping out of the lab, the rain has stopped, leaving the air fresh and clean. As you walk side-by-side, a comfortable silence settles between you. You steal a glance at Logan, his profile sharp against the setting sun.
Reaching the familiar coffee shop you frequent, you order your usual, Logan opting for his favorite with extra whipped cream (a detail that makes your stomach flutter with a strange mix of amusement and affection). Settling into a quiet corner booth, you both sip your drinks, the tension still simmering beneath the surface.
âThanks for sticking with this project,â Logan says, his gaze fixed on you. âIt wouldn't have been nearly as fun without you.â
A shy smile graces your lips. âIt wouldn't have been so bad with you either.â
He leans closer, his eyes searching yours. The air crackles with unspoken desire. In a voice barely above a whisper, he asks, âCan I do something?â
Your breath catches in your throat. You nod hesitantly, a shiver running down your spine. He closes the distance between you, his hand cupping your cheek. His touch is soft, sending a jolt of electricity through you.
The kiss is tentative at first, a brush of lips that sends a wave of heat through your body. But then, something shifts. He deepens the kiss, his hand moving to cradle your head, tilting it for better access. You melt into him, the taste of coffee and something uniquely Logan swirling on your tongue.
The kiss is brief, broken by a gasp for air. He leans his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
âWow,â he breathes, a mixture of awe and amusement in his voice.
You can only manage a shaky smile, your heart overflowing with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. The world seems to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, only you and Logan exist in this small corner of the coffee shop.
As you pull back and smile, a newfound confidence sparks within you... Maybe this partnership, born amidst bacteria and microscopes, could blossom into something more. And you, for one, are eager to see where it leads.
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THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE (2000) PROMPTS
* Â assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
how shall i do it?
oh, is that hard to believe?
is this really the best you could do?
check out this piece of work.
i'm here because i received a summons.
word on the street is you can fix my problem.
the drinks were a bit on the warm side.
okay, i admit it. maybe i wasnât as nice as i should have been.
do you really want to kill me?
so is everything ready for tonight?
i thought weâd start off with a soup and a light salad, and then see how we feel after that.
weâre about to go over a huge waterfall.
bring it on.
you got all that, honey?
what about dinner?
all right. a quick cup of coffee.
but what does that have to do with anything?
youâre sort of confusing me.
how did you get back here before us?
by all accounts, it doesnât make sense.
i never liked your spinach puffs.
ah. should have seen that coming.
you know what, you could have told me that before i set it up.
now you stop being hard on yourself. all is forgiven.
itâs not the first time i was tossed out of a window, and it wonât be the last.
what can i say? iâm a rebel.
i canât believe this is happening!
break the door down!
are you kidding me? this is hand-carved mahogany.
so you lied to me.
couldnât pull the wool over your eyes, huh.
why did i risk my life for a selfish brat like you?
i was always taught that there was some good in everyone, but, oh, you proved me wrong.
now i feel really bad.
you threw off my groove!
he didnât pay his check.
this had better be good!
this is the last time we take directions from a squirrel.
yeah, like that would ever happen.
will you take a look at this?
oh, is that hard to believe?
just thought iâd give you a heads up.
what do you mean the doorâs stuck? try jiggling the handle.
youâre the criminal mastermind here, not me.
just leave me alone.
itâs my birthday gift to me. iâm so happy.
hey, it doesnât always have to be about you.
uh, he doesnât really wanna talk to you.
hey, did you see that sky today? talk about blue.
donât drink the wine.
our moment of triumph approaches!
oh, heâs doing his own theme music.
iâm so glad i was unconscious for all of this.
youâre not just gonna let him die like that, are you?
donât listen to that guy.
if it were me, iâd march right back there and demand to see him.
you just saved my life!
believe it or not, i think i need a bath.
maybe iâm just new to this whole rescuing thing, but this, to me, might be considered kind of a step backwards.
i ate a bug today!
what is this guy babbling about?
iâll be sure to tell him you stopped by.
i gotta go wash something.
anything sounds bad when you say it with that attitude.
let me guess, you have a great personality.
thanks for going back on your promise!
how long has that been there?
someday youâre gonna wind up all alone, and youâll have no one to blame but yourself.
hmm. donât know, donât care. howâs that?
for the last time, it was not a kiss.
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I gotta talk to people so bad so Iâm just gonna spout something thatâs been on my mind for a while
I see a lot of people always describing Joel and Scottâs rivalry as one sided. Like, Joel just hates Scott and Scott doesnât care? And while I feel like that statement is technically true, it doesnât really describe the situation very well.
It sort of implies that Scottâs never out to get Joel, and Joel is just coming after Scott for no reason. I wonât deny that Joel does like to come after Scott without provocation sometimes, but like⊠we are ignoring the fact that 3/5 Joel final deaths have been at Scottâs hand?
In two seasons, those kills were a result of a deliberate hunt to get rid of Joel specifically. In Last Life, Iâll give him a bit of a pass, since Joel did kind of start the fight with a big explosion and had been the âvillainâ for the entire season, it makes enough sense to try to end him like that.
But in LIMITED LIFE?? As a Joel viewer I am NEVER getting over the feeling of watching his final episode (not negative, just baffling in a way I find pretty fun lol). Scott randomly says âJoel needs to dieâ and everyone just agrees I guess? And then Joel is being witch hunted. âOh but itâs because he was getting so many kills! Duh!â Grian had more. Grian LITERALLY got a quad kill (ON SCOTT FOR THAT MATTER) and Scottâs like âJOEL is the problem, the murderous evil of the serverâ. LIKE HELLO?? Theyâre literally allies, Scott couldâve said âwe need to get rid of the bad boysâ but he was COOL with Grian. He was letting Grian LIVE. Like HELLO??? WHAT DID JOEL DO FR đ Joel was literally just trying to survive btw, his fighting back was very defensive rather than offensive, and would back off when not being actively attacked. With the exception of trying to get kills cuz he was on less than ten minutes, of course. But Scott had been hunting him before then.
And then I guess I have to mention Secret Lifeâs Scott-Killing-Joel. I donât think that final kill was especially targeted on either of their sides, the battle just turned out that way. I could rewatch to see if thereâs more to it but for now this is how I see it.
Okay, Iâm turning this into a full analysis of their rivalry, idc, Iâm literally obsessed with their dynamic. Iâm adding a cut here.
ALRIGHT WHERE WAS I. RIGHT. Finished explaining the final deaths, but thereâs stuff before that! Letâs take a look at their rivalry đ„°
Letâs go in order, shall we? 3rd Life!! I am obsessed with them in this season ahahahhaga anyways. Joel comes after Scott unprovoked. Simple, this is how everyone sees their rivalry. HOWEVER. Joel is FULLY WILLING to work with him anyways. Maybe you could excuse the dark oak thing as it was early on and they were just trying to take down a monopoly. But in the finale they reconcile and spend much of the session together. They established early on that Joel had been trying to kill Scott, but theyâre both perfectly happy to team up instead (which btw they did because they both happened to be allied with Scar).
Then Last Life. Joel does hate Scott in it, but Iâm not sure I would say itâs without reason. Joel being boogey in ep2 was majorly important, and he killed Scott. But that wasnât targeted. He had attempted multiple times to kill other people. Scott was one of the only (and closest) people who didnât already know he was boogeyman. Then of course Scott tells Pearl they can fight back and has her kill Joel, sending him to red. Perfectly reasonable for all parties imo, and a good enough reason for Joel to target Scott seeing as being red early on had a huge impact on him.
Of course LL is also where Joel says Scott just looked at him funny one day and thatâs why he hates him, which is a great line. I do believe he would bother Scott just for the rivalry, but unlike in 3rd Life, Scott had done things to make Joel never consider stopping.
Then Double Life. Erm. Literally nothing, except that I believe the only reason Scott and Pearl were the last pair is because Joel wasnât there to kill them, since apparently heâs the only one who can make them lose lives. Wild. They were guaranteed to win ever since the lava portal trap. (obviously Iâm joking but like how is he the only outside force to kill that pair). I will clarify for analysis sake that Joelâs first kill on them had nothing to do with Scott, and the second kill was to Scott but it was because of the life colors, not really anything about their rivalry. It was technically targeted at Scott specifically but not cuz he hated him, instead because Pearl had a weird âallianceâ with the reds.
Then Limited Life!!! What the heeelll was happening lmao. I already talked about the final moment so before that. Erm. Iâm blanking out Iâm listening to bad romance itâs distracting me. You know what letâs move on I canât remember what they did, the final death I explained previously is enough data for now.
Secret Life. Oh boy. Iâll say it again, I was secretly hoping for more Scott/Joel dynamic when it started but I doubted it would happen but we got FED!!! I was so excited when I saw the assassin task (as was Joel). Anyways. Throughout the season Joel was doing the whole hating Scott thing, Scott caught onto the bit and played into it somewhat by talking more about how Joel always hates him for no reason. We SHOULD be able to disregard Joel targeting Scott for the assassin task as it was a task, but to be fair after reading it Joel said âoh my gosh is this my dream?â He was super happy to be assigned to assassinate Scott LMAO. That has to count for something.
I feel like the rivalry was fairly obvious, so I need to point out the outlier moments in SL. While Joel goes on about how Scott should die, he happily trades with him and swapped gifted hearts with zero hesitation. In the final session, he and Scott ended up on the same side. I believe Joel may have been slightly annoyed at being on a team with him but accepts it nonetheless. The only reason Scott ends up killing Joel is because their team won, so they had to turn on each other. As previously stated it wasnât especially targeted, it was a 2v2.
And then if you noticed from me saying 3/5 games, Iâm not counting Real Life, but Iâll bring it up here. Scott literally says âsince itâs real life we can be friends now since weâre friends in real lifeâ (one of the many reasons I consider RL noncanon tbh, Scott literally mentions in-universe that this season is different so they can act differently, also what is the in-universe explanation for âfriends in real lifeâ). Aside from a reminder that Joel doesnât actually hate Scott irl and this is just fun game rp stuff, this shows that Scott really did catch onto the rivalry bit, and really does just bring it up more. Joel had just arrived when Scott brought it up. Joel agrees to being friends in Real Life. This holds little relevance to my analysis since I donât view RL as canon but you can keep it in mind.
Now that Iâve laid out their rivalry in a simplified summary, let me ACTUALLY analyze it! What did I mean all the way back at the start of the post when I said âScott and Joelâs rivalry being one sided is somewhat accurate but I feel it misrepresents their relationshipâ?
Well, I believe itâs true that (at least up until Secret Life), Scott didnât care about the rivalry while Joel did. But that doesnât mean Scott never targeted Joel, as I said heâs witch-hunted him twice. Itâs just it was never personal to Scott. I once saw a post(s) I really enjoyed, an analysis on Scott. Saying that he doesnât actually value being loyal, he values being fair. Then there was the addition that itâs based on what he thinks is fair. I feel like this is 100% true for his thing with Joel. Scott views Joel as a force that has to be stopped, heâs gone too far, he needs to be stopped, itâs only fair for all the suffering heâs caused. He doesnât stop to think about how killing is the whole point of this game, how other people are doing the same things, how many times he has killed Joel. Joel hasnât killed Scott permanently before, he has killed him though, but not as much as Scott has killed Joel. To Scott, that doesnât matter, Scott kills Joel for a reason, for justice, while Joel kills just for the sake of it. Whether or not that idea is true is up to you to interpret for yourself, but to Scott itâs true. Joel is more of a wildfire that needs to be put out than a rival.
Letâs look at Joelâs side of things. He does hate Scott and target him for no reason. The rivalry is one sided, where Joel sees a rival Scott sees some random danger that needs to be dealt with. I canât tell you why Joel hates Scott. Itâs not really the point of my analysis. Iâve seen ppl say itâs because of previous series theyâve had together (theyâve been rivals for ages!) but for my headcanons they donât remember those, tho very few feelings from their past lives may linger, so perhaps that does explain it. For the sake of my analysis though we wonât be looking deep into why Joel likes to poke at Scott. Itâs cuz he looked at him funny one day remember?
So we establish that Joel needlessly attacks Scott. But if youâll notice from my summaries, he is fully willing to put aside that hatred. Itâs conditional (yes it is the default, but still). If Scott treats Joel kindly, Joel will attempt to reciprocate it. Letâs look at this again:
3L: Joel targets Scott, Scott kind of just gives him a disapproving look every time and doesnât fight back. Joel ends up feeling somewhat guilty, and in the end has no problems teaming up with Scott.
LL: Scott was the main cause of Joel turning red, Joel targets him constantly. Scott ends up permanently killing Joel to put an end to his madness.
DL: erm. Well itâs worth mentioning Joel never specifically targeted Scott for no reason. ALSO WORTH MENTIONING SCOTT BURNED THE RELATION??? This season was a bit of a switch-up. I need to rewatch to see if Scott had any good reason to do that lmao I donât really remember, I hardly remembered he was responsible.
LimL: Scott deems Joel to be a server menace who needs to die, Joel (who doesnât really understand why he needs to die) tries negotiating many times but Scott insists. He kills Joel.
SL: Joel gets task to target Scott, is thrilled. He fails miserably, losing people he cares about in the process. Vows to kill Scott, itâs like his main goal now. Still accepts every peace offering from Scott with little to no hesitation, to the point of eventually teaming with him until theyâre forced to go against each other and Scott kills Joel again.
So basically you can see, every time Scott does something to wrong Joel, Joel goes hard on the rivalry, while if he doesnât and offers peace, Joel will lay off. Secret Life was a weird middle ground, where Scott had done things to wrong Joel, however those things werenât entirely his fault so when he offered peace to Joel, Joel would still accept. A confusing time for Joel Iâm sure.
I will say a disclaimer here, Iâm not saying Scott shouldnât ever fight back against Joel. If heâs targeting you for no reason, itâs your decision if youâll try to befriend him to make him stop or fight back. I support fighting back. Iâm just saying that befriending him is a proven method to work, but I donât think Scott has exactly noticed that and instead just assumes that Joel will stop at nothing to end him.
Another thing I wanted to talk about but forgot what the natural and intuitive transition into it was gonna be. Scott has permakilled Joel 3 times. Joel has permakilled Scott 0 times.
Joel had started the series off picking on Scott for no reason, and has never succeeded. Scott has won this battle three times. At this point, itâs honestly finally somewhat justified for Joel to come after Scott. That guy has specifically targeted and hunted him out of 2 seasons, and took him out of a 3rd as well. Joel has taken Scott out of 0. At this point, I feel like Joel needs that closure, to finally kill Scott, and who knows if heâll ever get it. If you look at the fandom, even fans are hoping Joel will kill Scott because of this. So imagine how Joel feels! But obviously Scott wouldnât just let him (okay. Well. Actually. Itâs Scott. He kind of lets people do that all the time. But only alliesâŠ). Scott will be waiting for Joel to target him once more, and deal with it the way he always does. But who knows if itâll turn out different?
Which reminds me that I pinpoint SL as the season Scott finally notices this âone sided rivalryâ. We all know Scott loves drama, so when he finally noticed Joel had been hating him the whole time, he kept bringing it up. And it wasnât just for SL only, he brought it up the moment he saw Joel in RL. I donât count RL as canon but it does prove that Scott hasnât let go of the rivalry now that heâs finally realized it. I donât know if there will be a 6th season, but if so I wouldnât be surprised if Scott brings up the rivalry. Idk if he would make it a big deal, but he would surely at least mention it.
Anyways, if you think Iâm done with my little analysis, youâre wrong!!! Iâm done with the things I see as pretty factual, but now weâre gonna get into more fanon headcanony type of territory!!!
âŠbut, maybe Iâll make that its own post. Stay tuned and thanks for reading!
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Too Close
Javier Peña x fem!reader
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Eight oâclock sharp, youâre standing in the small apartment lobby, staring at the faded paint on the walls chipping. Your outfit of your first day at your new job is simple and classyâor you hope so, at least. A short, white, plaid pencil skirt combined with formal but comfortable shoes, and a plain white button-up blouse that shows your midriff. Your hair is down, just washed, styled in that way that makes you feel most confident.
Youâre still nervous. Nervous off your fucking ass. And the prospect of seeing Javi, of having him take you to work, of spending time with himâŠIt makes you flustered. Heâs handsome, heâs witty, heâs kind. From what little youâve met of him until now, heâs just your type.
ButâŠ
But heâs older. Heâs much older. He must be what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? Thirty six? Somewhere in between, you guess. And why would a man like him even glance at you? Youâre a kid to him. Heâs almost twice your age. What are you thinking?
You hear a door opening and keys jingling. A moment later, Javi walks to the lobby in a red button-up tucked into his jeans, a belt holding them up. Heâs wearing a jacket and a tie, and he looksâŠ
Fuck, he looks hot, you think, trying not to think about it.
âMorninâ,â he greets, those dark eyes taking in your outfit.
You feel yourself growing a little uneasy, shifting your weight around a tad. âIs this okay?â you ask of your outfit. âDoes it get too cold here?â
He shakes his head. âYour outfitâs fine,â he tells you. âBut I might need to take you out into the field with me sometimes, and it would probably be better for you to wear something thatâs comfortable in case we need to stay out all day.â
You pause. âYou're gonna take me into the field?â Your voice should be afraid; instead, you're delighted.
He chuckles. âNo where too dangerous,â he promises. âJust little meetings with sources. Nothing for you to worry about. Besides, I'll be there to keep you safe.â
You smile softly. âMy grandpa never let the other agents take me out onto the field. He was too afraid of me getting in harmâs way, I guess.â
âDealing with sources isn't really that dangerous,â he tells you as he places a hand on the small of your back to lead you to the underground parking lot of the building. Tingles brush up your spine. âWorst parts are when we burst into coke labs or hideouts, stuff like that.â
âThey're also the most exciting, I bet,â you say. âI mean, dangerous, obviously. But the adrenalineâŠâ
He chuckles. âIt's only exciting if you survive,â he points out. âUsually there are more funerals than celebrations after those kinds of raids.â
You're silent for a second. âIâŠYeah, you're right.â Your voice turns soft, pensive. Of course it's not some game. What are you thinking? You're seeing it from a journalistâs perspective, not from a DEA agentâs. Raids make great stories, sure. But having to participate in those raidsâŠ
You have to keep reminding yourself that youâre now a member of the DEA, not a journalist. The world isnât only about telling stories now, itâs about living them.
Javier leads you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. Immediately, you're blushing again, nervous and flattered. You stutter out a thank-you and Javi chuckles smoothly.
He gets in the driver's seat and, oh, God, if you thought he was hot, watching him drive just about sends you hurling over the edge. The way his aviators give him a mysterious hue, the early-morning sunlight shining through the window as he drives you through ColombiaâŠ
His nose, his lips, his jawlineâŠOh, you want to kiss it all. Kiss his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his lips. Oh, those lipsâŠ
You realize you're staring when Javi glances at you, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âYou alright there?â he chuckles.
You blush, snapping your head away, glancing out the windshield. âY-yeah. Fine. I'm justâŠtrying to get a bearing of my surroundings, y'know. I'm gonna have to drive to the embassy myself eventually,â you say quickly, hoping your voice doesn't quiver as much as you think it does.
âI wouldn't mind driving you every morning,â he says casually, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. âWe leave the same building and get to the same place. Problem would be when we each gotta go our separate ways.â
âYeah.â You nod. âYou work late?â you ask, out of curiosity more than anything.
He chuckles, a sound somewhere between amused and endeared. As if you were a child asking some silly little question. âYouâŠcould say that.â
You bite your lower lip, wanting to ask more, but you don't want him to think you're a naĂŻve little girl. You're twenty-three. Not a child.
He's almost twice my age, you think, of course he sees me as a child.
*
Javi glances at you, noticing the slight pinch between your eyebrows. Did he say something wrong? Did he make you uncomfortable? He has the feeling you want to say more, to ask more. What's holding you back?
âI usually don't have a very regular schedule,â he tells you, hoping to ease your nerves. âIt depends a lot on the narcos since we gotta take âem by surprise and we never really know where they're gonna be. So we gotta seize any opportunity we get.â
You nod. âRight. It'sâŠIs it stressful? Always guessing where they're gonna be?â
âMore than stressful, it's frustrating,â he responds. âEvery time we think we're close, they vanish like thin air. Especially Escobar. He's a real tough motherfucker. Careful, ingenious. It's like chasing shadows. Every time we go after him, it's as if he already knows it.â
You pause, turn to him as he stops at a red light. âEvery time?â you question.
He nods. âYeah. We've barely even been close.â
âAnd you've made sure there are no leaks within the DEA? Or the Colombian military? Because it's a little odd that he can always predict your next move.â
Javier's eyes widen. Of course. How could he not think of that? There's probably someone playing for both sides. A mole filtering information to Escobar. But it would have to be someone close, someone who knows all of their plans.
It's not Carrillo. Carrillo is fully trustworthy, Javier is sure of that. But maybe someone on the Search Bloc, someone newâŠ
He gives you a little smile. âSmart thinkinâ,â he tells you. âIt would've never occurred to me.â
You shrug as if dismissing your great idea. âI'm a journalist. My work depends on sources and info leaks.â
Smart, gorgeous, witty, humbleâŠ
Javier tries to keep himself in check. You're everything a man would want.
But not him. He shouldn't want you. You're so young, there are so many guys out there who would be better for you. He knows that. But, God, what he wouldn't give to get a taste of youâŠ
*
The day flies byâno, the weeks fly by. Between doing your investigations, adjusting to the new work environment, getting used to living on your own, learning Spanish, and trying not to think about Javier, a month passes in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly you have an established routine, suddenly you're settled in. Suddenly you understand more Spanish and your accent decreases slightly. Suddenly, Colombia is becoming a home to you.
But the deeper you fall into Colombia, the deeper you realize it's a war zone. A small-scale kind of war zone. Sicariosâhitmenâmake people disappear without anyone noticing for days.
Only reason you know is because those people are usually your sources.
Javier was right about the work being more frustrating than stressful. It's like sand, slipping right through your fingers. No matter how hard you try to hold onto it, it just seeps away.
You make progress. You know you do. But most days, it doesn't feel like it. Javier and his partner, Steve Murphy, they both respect you. They appreciate you and your contribution to the team. Carrillo, the Colombian coronel, does too. But other menâŠthey're a little sensitive about having a woman working with them.
They doubt you. They catcall you. They assume you got the job by sleeping with some higher-ups. And it pisses you off. You wanna punch them all, curse them, call them out for the disgusting pigs they are.
But you don't. You keep your calm. You're better than them and you know itâthey know it. That's why they're anrgy with you. You threaten them. Your presence, your abilities, make them feel insecure. And that brings you a very much deserved wave of satisfaction.
Every new piece of information you bring in, the prouder you are of yourself. Until you realize Escobar keeps getting farther and farther away from the DEA. He buys and kills his way through life, opening himself a pretty little path, a red carpet rolled out at his feet.
Some days, you're upbeat. You feel you're moments away from catching the drug lords. But other days, you feel like you came down to Colombia for nothing.
Today is one of those days.
Late afternoon, everyone leaving the office after yet another failed raid. The warehouse had been emptied even before the DEA team was on its way there.
There's a mole, you think as you put away files with monthsâ worth of information. There has to be a mole. Someone is talking. Someone is ratting us out. But who?
You exhale thickly, a dull ache spreading behind your eyes. You pinch the bridge of your nose. âFuck,â you mutter, stressed, annoyed, frustrated.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You grab a file with a big, red stamp on the front that reads deceasedâone of your sources just recently killed by sicariosâand aggressively toss it in the trash can. As if that would solve all your issues.
You don't realize he's standing in the office until he sighs. âTough day, huh?â
You turn around, jumping a little, to find Javier there. He looks almost as pissed as you must look. More, probably. He's already been here for years and Escobar is still running free.
âUnderstatement,â you mutter, turning away from him. You grab another file, open it. You read the name. Some Francisco something. You grab a large stamp and press it onto the front page so the word deceased is now there in big, bold letters. You toss that into the trash too.
Javier approaches you slowly. You can feel his presence burning behind you, like warm sun on your nape, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin.
âSome of us are going for a drink,â he tells you, voice light and casual. âJust in case you wanna join us.â
You turn to him. âWho's going?â
*
Me and you, Javier thinks. Just us.
âAlright, fine. I'm going,â he says, chuckling softly, smoothly. âThere's a bar downtown that I like to frequent when I don't have the best days. And youâno offenseâbut you look like you could use a drink.â
A small smile appears on your lips. He wants to kiss the corner where your mouth curls.
He can see it in your eyes, you're thinking it through. Weighing the decision. Maybe if he tips the scale a littleâŠ
âOn me,â he adds, giving you a little smirk. âY'know. Just a little something to take the edge off.â
Your smile broadens and he knows he's succeeded.
âAlright,â you agree. âYou're driving.â
You don't have to say it. It's become the default. Even though the embassy finally delivered your own car, Javi keeps driving you to and from work. Unless he knows he's going to have to stay out later or go through with a raid in the middle of the night, he always insists you let him drive you.
You always politely tell him it's fine, that you can do it yourself, but he doesn't want you to do it yourself. He wants to drive you. Wants to have you sitting in the passenger seat of his car. Wants to hear you hum along to the songs on the radio. That's become the highlight of his dayâyou have become the highlight of his every single fucking day.
And he hates himself for it. What is he thinking? You're half his age, you can do so much better than him. He's broken, tarnished. He doesn't need to drag you down with him.
But the way your eyes light up when you see him. The smiles you give him. The way his name rolls off your tongue.
Good God, how many times has he spent too long in the shower, one hand braced against the cold tiles as the water falls onto his back while his other hand fists his cock? Head down, hair wet, eyes shut tight as he thinks of you, of the way you say his name. Your little skirts and gorgeous eyes. Your soft, sweet lipsâŠ
Over and over, he spills his release onto the shower wall, thick white ropes that trickle down the drain. He does it until it hurts, until the warm water runs cold, until thereâs no more of his come to spend. And yet, no matter how much he does it, it's never enough.
Nothing is enough. Not cold showers, not jerking off for hours, not sleeping with his usual hookers and imagining you. Nothing does it.
If it's not you, it'll never be enough.
He takes you to a small club. A private, luxurious little place. Both of you are still in your work clothes. He watches you remove your blazer and are left in a pretty top and a skirt. You let your hair down, untuck your blouse from your skirt, and suddenly you look different. You look free. And Javier's heart skips because he now feels like he has the opportunity to take you home. To lead you to his bed. To spread your legs and let himself finally taste you, feel you, fuck youâŠ
He leads you to a booth in a corner, comfortable and a little more private than other tables, and you sit across from each other.
He watches you, saying nothing as you look around, studying your surroundings. Music is playing softly in the background, people are talking, glasses are tinkling. But he can only focus on you.
You turn to him, a small smile on your face, those beautiful eyes almost shining. âSo, as a regular here, I bet you know the menu by heart. What drink would you recommend?â
He chuckles. âI like to take my whiskey. Not a big fan of fancy, elaborate drinks.â He eyes you for a second, purposely letting the tension grow. âBut I'd suggest you order a piña colada. Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.â
Javier notes the blush that forms on your cheeks and he feels proud of himself. He didn't take it too far, just a small flirtatious comment. And already you're all flustered.
God, the look on your face if he were to fuck you in front of a mirror, if he'd spread your legs to see your wet pussy, if he'd touch you, kiss youâŠ
Fuck.
He starts getting hard, his cock bulging against the seam of his pants. He slightly adjusts his jeans to relieve the pressure a little.
A waitress comes over and takes your order. Your drinks arrive not long after.
âHow are you adjusting to life down here?â he asks you, sipping his whiskey. Bitter, cold. Just how he likes it.
You sip your piña colada, removing the little umbrella on it. âWell enough,â you reply. âOnly thing I still struggle with is the language a little.â
He nods in understanding even though he speaks Spanish fluently. He grew up with both languages, he hadn't been forced to learn from zero.
âYou'll be able to get it,â he assures. âYou're a quick learner. If Steve was able to learn, you're certain to nail it.â
You laugh and he chuckles. He likes that too, he realizes. Your laugh, the way the corners of your eyes crinkle, the shine in your gaze, the way the sound resonates from your mouth.
Suddenly it's a little hotter in the club and for the first time in a really long time, Javier feels nervous around a woman.
*
You like the way he looks at you. Those dark eyes taking you in as if he can't afford to miss a single detail about you.
Smiling a little coyly, you take another sip from your piña colada. It's so sweet.
Something sweet for you sweet, little thing.
Butterflies burst in your stomach. You gaze back up at him. He meets your gaze for a moment before looking away.
He reaches for his tie, undoes it with one hand, starts tugging it off.
Good GodâŠ
You press your thighs together. The tiniest of gestures and yet he looks so fucking hot doing it.
You wish he'd tie you up with that tie, pinyou to the bed, take what he wantsâŠ
Mind out of the gutter, you tell yourself. Mind out of the gutter.
As the night goes on, you both talk about everything and anything. The conversation doesn't dry up. It just flows. It's odd how much chemistry you two have, it's almost like you'd be perfect together.
But you work together. But he's much older. What would people say? What will happen whenâif you were ever to be more than coworkers? More than friends?
No, don't think about that. It won't happen. He's just being kind, taking out the new girl to help her. It doesn't mean anything.
But you doubt yourself. The way he's looking at you, those dark eyes, that intense gazeâŠYou could swear there's more to this than mere kindness.
As the night grows darker, the music gets louder. People start moving onto the dance floor, the lights dim. As the sounds rise in volume, you and Javi sit closer to be able to hear one another.
And suddenly everything shifts. Suddenly you're so close, suddenly the atmosphere is different, suddenly you're staring right into his eyes and he's glancing at your lips.
A soft breath leaves you. How many piña coladas have you had? This isn't you thinking, it's not you leaning closer to him. It's someone else, some other girlâconfident, bold, she goes after what she wants. It's not something you would do. But this new version of youâŠ
His lips are grazing yours now. You're so, so close to him. You can smell the cigarettes on his breath, can feel the heat of his skin. He smells of cologne and whiskey and smoke and soft musk.
âI was thinking,â you say, voice low, sultry. What's that sound? Is it the music booming or your racing heart? âYou should teach me Spanish.â
âTeach you Spanish?â he asks, eyebrows pinching together. He seems confused, unsure about where you're going with this.
You nod. âYeah. The toughest part is getting my tongue to roll the right way. And I was thinking you could show meâŠâ
His eyes shine with realization. He understands now, you can tell. âFuck,â he says breathlessly, voice low and thick. âCâmere.â
And then he's kissing you.
His mouth is warm, soft, and he tastes like danger.
One of his hands finds your waist, the other cups the back of your neck to pull you closer. He devours you, lips coercing yours open before his tongue slides in, tasting of whiskey.
When your tongue meets his, he groans quietly, the sound reverberating through you. The hand on your waist tightens its grip, the other one tangling in the hair at the back of your head and tugging slightly.
You gasp. He smirks. Javi pulls you closer until you're just about forced to get on his lap. You're happy to do so, straddling his hips, one hand on the back of the booth sofa to hold you up, the other one cupping his face.
When you lean your weight down on Javier, he groans, a barely-restrained sound that makes you wetter than you already are.
You can feel he's hard, his cock pressing right between your thighs. You get comfortable on his lap, the bulge in his pants right against your clit.
His hands move down to your ass slowly, testing the waters. When you don't complain, he squeezes the supple flesh, groaning into your mouth.
And it's wrong. And you know it's wrong. But you let him.
*
Fuuuuck.
Javier's mind is a blur, his every thought fogged over with the feel of you on top of him.
His cock aches for you. You're on top of him, the feeling of you on his lap is almost enough for him to jizz his pants.
Jesus fucking Christ, you're perfect. All of you is perfect. You feel so much better than he could've ever imagined.
His large hands squeeze your ass and start guiding your movements, making you grind against him. You let out a little sound, a soft, quiet moan and his hips buck up against yours. In response, you whimper, thighs tightening on either side of him.
He keeps guiding you, making you ride him through the fabric of his pants. He can feel the crotch of his jeans grow wet with his precum, his hips starting to move against yours in search of more.
More, more, more.
He wants so much more. He wants to lift up your skirt, move your panties to the side, slide his cock into you. He wants to feel you, your warm, wet pussy clenching around himâŠ
âFuck,â he mutters against your lips. It's not enough. It won't be enough until he fucks you. Properly fucks you.
One of his hands moves from your ass to the side of your thigh, and then between your legs. He plays with the edge of your skirt and then his hand wanders under it.
His calloused fingertips find the fabric of your panties and his cock twitches. He gently teases your folds through your underwear, feeling how wet you are already.
He pulls moan after moan from you, smirking against your mouth, swallowing your every sound.
âJavi,â you whimper, pulling away from his lips to take a heaving breath.
âShh, angel, you don't everyone to know what we're doing now, do you?â
You shake your head softly, eyes fluttering shut. âMmm, n-no. I justâOh, God.â
He pushes your panties aside, rough fingers finding your bare cunt. It's so wet, the coarse hair on your skin soaked.
You jerk at the feeling of his fingers on your pussy and he chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound.
He gathers some of your slick with his middle and index fingers and spreads it all over your cunt, leaving you nice and wet so his thumb can glide over your clit in soft, neat circles.
A string of incoherent words leave you and Javi smiles. He wishes he had you in his bed right now so he could spread your folds with his fingers, look at how wet you are.
But this will have to do for now.
He slides his middle finger into you, his thumb adding more pressure on your clit as he draws mindless shapes on the needy bud.
You rock your hips against his hand, moaning, your nails digging into his shoulders.
âThat's a good girl, angel,â he whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your neck. âYou're doing so well. I'm gonna add another finger, yeah?â
He slides his ring finger into you as well and you throw your head back, gasping softly. He curls his fingers up to find that spot that makes you clench around his digits and he smirks.
The more he fingers you, the wetter you get, the tighter you grip him. âC'mon, angel. Come for me, yeah? Let me give you what you deserve.â
You mewl, nuzzling your face into his neck as he fucks you open with his thick fingers.
âShh, shh. You're so close, angel. So close. Fuck, I can feel how tight you're getting.â
His words seem to spur you on because you start riding his hand faster, more eager, as if you can't get enough. And then there's a moment where your body seems to pause, your every muscle tensing, your eyes shutting tight, and then you fall over the edge.
Javi watches as you climax, the sight more beautiful than anything he's ever seen in his fucking life. He doesn't want this to be the last time he sees you like this. He'll die if he can't get more of you.
âThere you go,â he whispers into your ear, helping you ride out the pleasure. âThat's a good girl. Are you alright, angel?â He kisses your jaw, your neck, inhaling your soft scent.
You nod weakly. âMhm,â you hum, shuddering a little. ââm fine.â
âGood.â He kisses your lips softly, tasting you. God, the things he wants to do to you. He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his body aching to taste you. You taste so sweet, so gentle, so fucking perfect.
Oh, what's he fucking doing? You're half his age. You're too good for him. He shouldn't beâ
Your hands start moving to the front of his pants, palming his throbbing cock through the fabric, and suddenly Javier forgets himself. He forgets everything.
If it's not you, he doesn't care right now. He'll figure it out later. There will be time later.
So he just gives in. Just ignores everything and allows himself this moment with you.
It'll only be once. Just once, he promises himself.
Cross my heart.
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MISSED SEEING YOU ON MY DASH LEAH I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL đđ
aaaaaa thank youu bones đ„șđ„șđđ i have been experiencing the horrors but i'm starting to feel better and like i could probably have the energy to scroll again lmao i have so much stuff to catch up on though i'm like oh no...
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last part of virgin!Choso<3 (im gonna write more for him tho, just in other scenarios!!) other parts here: part 1 part 2 part 4
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Virgin Choso who stands on his small balcony, looking over the city, a grey cloud creeping out between his lips.
Choso had taken up smoking. Heâd asked Leiri about it when heâd seen her doing it, and sheâd told him it helped her to relax. heâd bought a pack right after that. The first couple of times heâd coughed the smoke out. But now he does it smoothly, inhaling and exhaling the smoke with no problem. It makes him feel at ease even just for a moment, and lord knows he needs it right now. Humans are fucking weird he thinks, theyâd jepordize their health for a little break from their troubles. Guess that doesnt sound so ridiculous now that he thinks about it. Either way hes a human now too, or a half one atleast.
he squeezes the cigarette into an ashtray and looks at the time when he hears the door bell ringing. Its late and youâre here.
he hears you running up the stairs, and when you get to the top you run to him, giving him a soft hug. His heart keens.
âhi Choso!â you smile and let go of him, he immediately misses the feel of you, âhey,â he mumbles.
âwhy do you smell like cigerattes?â you huff and your nose crickles. cute.
he raises his shoulders.
âi cant believe itâŠwho taught u to do that huh?â you make a disappointed face and fold your arms, tapping your foot on the floor. And he knows youre just joking, you and Yuji have been using enough sarcasm around him for him to have a pretty good understanding of it.
âLeiri,â he shrugs.
âof courseâŠthat hag,â you grin. And you look so fucking adorable, in your little outfit, and the way you look when you smile makes him weak. He has your bag ready on the couch, he had washed your panties before putting everything back into it. But he canât think about that now, or heâll turn bright red.
he sighs âi made dinner,â he says, âif youâre hungry,â you stop infront of him and you almost look like youre gonna cry from happiness. âim starving,â you say quickly, âwhat did you make?â
Heâd made rice bowls for you. your favourite. And you eat like a girl whoâd gotten her first meal in months. Happily humming while eating your food.
Rather than focusing on eating his own bowl, he thinks about eating every meal of the day with you, sitting across from him.
when youâre done you put your plate in the sink and you yawn, you look adorable when you yawn, you look adorable when you do anything.
you turn around, âChoso?â
his heart skips a beat. he nods.
âitâs really late and umâŠdark outside and i donât really want to walk home alone,â you look away, are youâŠ.blushing?
âis it okay if i stay here for the night?â
And hes heard the stories. About what happens to pretty girls when theyâre alone at night and they donât see the stranger walking behind them. And his fist clenches at the thought of someone being mean to you. Heâs stronger than any human. heâd crush their fucking skull.
âyou can stay,â he says quickly, a little too eagerly he realises. And you smile, âgive me your plate,â you say, looking greatful that he let you stay, unknowing of the fact that heâd do just about anything if it meant your safety, or your happiness.
You start washing the dishes in his tiny kitchen, and when Choso tries insisting that he wants to help, you splash a bit of water on him. And you laugh so sweetly, when he jumps a little, trying not to get hit.
When youre done washing up, You both stand in silence for a while. For some reason its not as akward as it sounds.
âi will sleep on the couch,â he says,
âno ChosoâŠid feel bad, you sleep in your bed,â you mumble.
You both argue like that for a while, and youre not letting up. stubborn little human.
you both get quiet for a moment.
âhow big is your bed?â
âQueen size,â
âso why dont we justâŠsleep in it together?â
youre blushing slightly again. it must be his imagination.
And then he thinks about it. Friends sleep in the same bed sometimes right? you dont mean anything by it, he thinks, its just you being polite.
âi guessâŠwe could do that yes,â he agrees.
you smile and nod, âokay,â
Choso excuses himself to go to the bathroom then, telling you to go ahead and get ready for bed.
He looks at himself in the mirror. He takes out his buns, his hair falling down to his shoulders. His eyes are dark and sunken. He looks dead he thinks. He looks down, âbehave,â he says quietly, mostly to his heart, but also his dick.
he buries his head in his hands And He realizes he cant, he realizes the second heâs gonna look at you in his bed, he wonât be able to stop himself. to stop himself from confessing everything he feels, everything heâs done. that he thinks about you all the time, that you drive him insane, that he stole your pretty panties and came in his hand from the smell of your wet cunt.
When he rounds the corner of his bedroom, youâre sitting patiently on the edge of his bed, waiting for him.
âi am going to sleep on the couch, i donât think this is a good idea,â he says it quickly, before he changes his mind, before its too late to go back.
you open your mouth to speak, hesitating a little.
âis it because of what yuji told me?â
his brain goes quiet. âwhat?â
âthat youâŠthat you like me?â
fuck. its over. he sighs angrily. that little fucki-
you stand and walk to him.
and when you put your hand on his chest, for a moment he forgets why hes mad, he forgets who he is and what year hes in. all he sees is you. And how close you are all of a sudden. and how youre leaning in, standing on your tippy toes, pressing your soft lips to his, in a short gentle kiss. His world stops for a moment.
And when he regains his senses, his instincts take over and he kisses you back ferociously, itâs sloppy and uncoordinated, but neither of you seem to care.
You walk backwards onto his bed, and you push him down so heâs sitting on the edge. He looks at you like a puppy dog, and his cheeks are flushed red.
When you sit down in his lap his dick twitches in his pants.
âi- i didnt think youâŠ,â he stutters. he doesnât really believe whatâs happening.
âwell i do,â you say, while cupping his face in your hands. âa lot,â
âcan iâŠâ he needs it he needs it he needs it, âcan i eat your pussy?â he mumbles it quietly.
your eyes widen. fuck, he shouldnât have said that, it was way too fast, you were just kissing.
âohâŠuh okay,â
fuck. yes.
he lifts you up from his lap, and you skriek a little from surprise. He puts you down in a chair in the corner of his bedroom.
he gets on his knees infront of you and speaks quietly,
âiâŠim sorry i,â he sniffles a little, heâs so overwhelmed. And youâre letting him taste you.
you lean down and give him a kiss, biting your lip slightly.
âits okayâŠwe can talk later, if you need it iâll give it to you okay?â
And fuck he almost cries, and he buries his face in your lap. You shush him a little, caressing his hair. Hes hugging your legs.
He lifts his head, and you start unbuttoning your pants. Slowly sliding them down your hips as they fall to the floor. You spread your legs and he whimpers. Your panties are pink this time, and theres a big wet spot on them. And he doesnât spare a second, he dives his head into your cunt, rubbing his face in it and licking at the wet spot desperately. you moan his name softly, and he cant help but grind his hard cock against the leg of the chair. Hes pathetic but he doesnt care, he wants you to feel good, he wants to make you cum on his face. He groans into your weeping pussy as he thinks about you cumming for him.
He pulls away a little, silently begging you to remove your panties. He wants to see your pussy so bad. His pussy.
You slide down your panties to reveal your soaked cunt. Choso almost growls. He looks up at you, asking for permission to keep going. you nod, your eyes half lidded. Spoiled little princess, he thinks, and thats exactly how hes going to treat you from now on.
he leans in again, kissing your pussy and it makes a wet sound. He licks his lips and groans deeply at your taste. He starts lapping at your cunt like a dehydrated puppy. Heâs making out with your pussy now, swiping his tongue all over. You can tell heâs inexperienced, but it doesnât matter, heâs doing such a good job.
you feel so good, his tongue is too much, its all too much. You love him so much. And you cum unexpectedly, crying out his name, begging him to keep going and he whines. You thrash around and Choso keeps you steady, his strong hands grasping your hips.
After youre done he keeps licking up your cum, making sure youre cleaned.
âChosoâŠstop, too much,â you say softly.
He pulls away.
His face is covered in your juices, dripping all the way down his neck. And he looks so happy. He stands up, like its on instinct. He needs to hold you.
He grabs you into his arms and plop down onto the bed, with you on his chest. He squeezes you into him, kissing your hair while you slide your panties on again.
âmine,â he says softly. youre his now.
You look up at him, searching his eyes, âChoso i wanna umâŠyou know,â you gesture to his crotch. you want to make him feel good too.
but he looks away shyly. its embarrassing and pathetic, âi um..,â he sits up with you in his lap.
He doesnt feel hard under you anymore. And then it clicks.
âoh my god did youâŠâ
he blushes furiously and nods, âits embarrassing,â he had cum in his pants the second he put his face in your bare pussy.
âno! noâŠitâs reallyâŠhot,â you reason and he looks less embarrassed. He looks into your eyes then, looks at your pretty little face and he already knows he wants you to be his forever.
âdo you want to be my girlfriend?â he asks nervously.
you giggle and nod eagerly, jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.
hes the luckiest man in the world he thinks. And you both fall asleep, you laying on his chest.
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guys they didnât actually fuck and iâm SORRY
nowâŠ.part 4?? hey!!! HEY OKAY IM SORRY!! comment if yall want more ill do a lil short one where buddy ACTUALLY looses his virginity.
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the physical p2 - miguel oâhara
pairings â âź doctor!miguel x shyf!reader
âââ content âź softdom, sweet tempered mig, dirty talk, genitalia touching, loss of virginity, lube tasting, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, porn with a taboo subject, and nicknames.
note âź i was going to leave it as a oneshot but since you guys were interested for a part two here you have it. i just wanted to say thank you so much for all the likes on my last post, i really do appreciate it. mightâve came out a little short but anyways i hope you enjoy đ·.
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part one.
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you jumped out of your car in a hurry but your foot got caught on the carpet, your weight falling forward as you landed on your palms before hitting the pavement with a painful thud.
you yelped, your hands were all rusty now.
great, as if you needed your morning to get any worse.
you laid there, feeling helpless, but you helped yourself up, hissing at the rashes left on the palm of your hands. you dusted off the dirt from your pants and beeped the car locked. you swerved a corner, dashing into the double doors and swinging them open.
the bell jingled that hung from the door as you jogged into waiting room, âname?â the lady asked, eyeing your messy appearance.
ây/n l/nâ you replied shortly, a little out of breath. âyour appointment was at nine fifty, itâs past ten.â she clicked her tongue, a little annoyed.
âsorry, i got caught in traffic.â you lied, forcing a smile and interlaced your hands together to appear more presentable.
âitâs okay, iâm sure the doctor is still willing to attend you - just need you to fill this out real quick and then the nurse should call you in.â the lady replied handing you a form. âthank you.â you replied, taking the clipboard with the paper stuck onto it.
you walked past empty chairs and the corner that was the farthest part away from the door. you sat down, your back sinking into the chair as you sulked.
how could you meet his gaze after everything? how you completely made a mess on his clothes because of how excited you got. the thought gave you extreme second hand embarrassment.
âfuck meâ you exhaled under your breath, grabbing the pen as you scribbled on the paper aggressively.
first you slept over your alarm, second you threw on a random outfit that didnât even match, and third of all the only thing you ate was half a granola bar you stuffed inside your mouth before you fell face forward on the road.
you took a deep breath.
âitâs okay.â you smiled, trying console yourself.
âno it wasnât.â you frowned.
a couple minutes go by and you hear the nurse call out for you.
ây/n l/n.â
you rose up from your chair not long after, handing over the paper you filled out and walking into the examination room. instant flashbacks hit you all at once from last years physical when you stepped in.
you eyed the room, plopping down onto the bench.
âso howâd it go?â the same nurse from last year asked with a grin. your eyes slightly widened, realizing what she had meant.
âit went well.â you lied, shortening your answer to avoid any further questioning.
âso.. was he nice?â the nurse continued as you stared at her, giving her a look that said âi donât want to talk about itâ.
but it seemed like she didnât get the idea because she was still searching for a response from you.
âhe was sweet i guess.â you replied softly.
the room was silent as she finished taking your blood pressure. âall done, hereâs the robe - you know the drill and the doctor should be in soon.â she bubbled, giving you the robe that was neatly folded.
âhave a good day!â she beamed, heading out the door. âyou too.â you attempted to return the enthusiasm, only for it to come out dry. as she closed the the door behind her you slid your heel around and turned a 180 degree angle before getting down to work.
you ripped off your horrendous outfit you threw on earlier and kicked off your sneakers, leaving your socks on as you wrapped the white fluffy robe around your waist.
you folded your clothes like you did the first time coming here, and then you crawled onto the examination table and waited.
your eyes were glued onto the handle on the door as the clock ticked intensely. you could hear your erratic breaths from the inside of your head. you began to think about all the outcomes this situation could end in.
but another part of you was slightly eager to be here again.
you wanted to see him again.
you mightâve or might not have developed a teeny tiny crush on your doctor.
what?
you couldnât help it alright.
he was just too good to be true.
the loud knock interrupted your thoughts and snapped you back into the realm of reality. and as the handle turned, you immediately sprung up.
yet again you met eyes with the same gorgeous man you met a while back. and as soon as he stepped in he locked the door behind him with a simple click.
âitâs been a while hasnât it, love?â he spoke, his voice deep and seductive.
you couldâve sworn you had folded right there and then, all over again.
âit has been.â you gulped, choosing your words out wisely as you broke eye contact for a brief moment.
âi thought you wouldnât come back after all that.â he chuckled softly. âyou made quite the mess.â
your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he couldnât help but laugh at your shyness. âiâm sorry i-i didnât mean it.â you murmured, lowering your head.
âno need to apologize baby, donât be embarrassed about the way your body reacts, besides itâs not in your control.â he replied. you remained silent as you found yourself heating up quickly.
âso how was your morning?â he asks, changing the topic and approaching you ever so casually. his thumb and pointer finger lifted your chin up to get your attention.
oh gosh, and as he mentions it you wanted to rip your hair out remembering how horrible your morning had started off. angry tears formed in the corner of your eyes as all the stress boiled back into your bloodstream as they threatened to drop. so you found yourself rambling to doctor oâhara about how your morning was a mess.
âoh baby, iâm sorry to hear that. you sound so pent up, maybe you could use a hand and let me ease you up, hm?â he cooed understandingly, wiping your tears away.
his comfort and sympathy made you feel better, and you forgot about the doubts you had when arriving. you felt attached to the man as you nodded, not giving much thought to his offer.
he leaned in and gently pecked a kiss to your cheek, his hand reached to caress your arm blandly.
âtell me, whatâd you do all year because i spent mine thinking about you none stop.â he whispered, placing wet slow kisses on your jaw.
you blushed at his confession ~ a shiver running down your spine when his hot mouth connected to the warm skin on your neck.
âi visited family.. a-andâ you moaned softly, feeling him nip at your neck. âi spent most of it studying and taking exams for college.â you hummed, slowly exhaling.
âthat doesnât sound very fun darling, how about i take you out to dinner tonight and we can go on vacation sometime wherever youâd like?â he suggested, pulling away from your neck to view at the effect he had made on you.
âreally?â you asked with a flustered look on your face. âof course, just to see that pretty smile again.â he murmured, squishing your cheek and leaning in and closing the gap between you two.
his lips attached onto yours, the kiss was slow and doting before a hunger aroused in him. the sweet and moderate kiss had vanished and converted into a rough and greedy one.
his hand snaked around the back of your head, pressing you deeper into him as he began to kiss you more vigorously. you let your guard down, becoming weak as his tongue slipped into the submissive of your mouth.
a mewl tore from your throat as you wrapped your arms around his neck. the two of you making out in heat in the examination room.
he bit your lip before pulling apart from you with a cocky smirk, his eyes filled with lust and his lips wet, coated with your saliva. the two of you breathed for air and thatâs when you realized the patch of wetness pooling in between your legs.
this time you both were left hot and bothered.
he licked his lips, his eyes hungry with a newfound desire, âdo you have any idea what you do to me?â he asked, his arm snaking around the small of your waist to roughly haul you into him until your stomach collided with his.
ân-noâ you said under your breath, staring up at him with innocent doe eyes.
your robe was slightly falling from your shoulder, and his hand squeezed your thigh playfully. âbeen driving me insane all this time, yâknow how badly i wanted you to squirt on my dick like that?â he growled vulgarly.
you looked at him, a guilt building up in your heart as you hear him out. âwanna have you make a mess fâme all over again.â he whispered, his hot breath fanning your ear sent a static wave throughout your body.
âthe things i would do to you if you gave me the chance.â
âi could make up for it..â you offered, wanting to make things right.
a smile crept on his lips.
he pushed your robe apart as his fingers traced your slit. you felt embarrassed and exposed for how wet you were already. âand how would you like to make up for it hm?â he cooed sweetly into your ear.
he pecked another kiss to your cheek as his digit flicked your swollen clit, earning a whine from you.
with his other hand you listened to his belt unbuckle and watched him pull out his thick, veiny cock as he dragged it against the puffiness of your folds. âyou could.. use me..â you gulped, looking downwards you watched his tip tease your entrance.
âuse you?â he chuckled. âitâs too early for that love.â
âbut you could make it up to me by being my cum dump for today, yea?â he purposed, the head teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves.
your vulnerable gaze peered back into his chocolate irises.
âokay..â you breathed, a familiar heat returning to your cheeks as he turned down your offer. you felt more inexperienced than what you were to begin with.
you watched him open a familiar drawer and pull out a cylinder red bottle with a dispenser.
âitâs cherry flavored, thatâs why.â he snickered at your confused expression. âlube has flavors?â you asked, now invested in the lubricant. âmhm, wanna taste it?â he smiles, and with that you opened your mouth as he slips his fingers inside.
you swirl your tongue around, tasting the sweetness of the flavored lube that made you hum, your head cocked to the side as his fingers slip out of your mouth. waiting for a reaction.
âit tastes good.â you laugh, merely shocked. âit gets pretty kinky from favorable lubes.â he grinned, pouring the flavored lube onto your heat. and without giving you a heads up he sunk into you with one smooth motion making you moan and grip the bench beneath you.
miguel slowly bottomed out inside you, waiting for you to adjust to his size. his hand traveled to rest at your cheek. his thumb gently swiping across your plump lip, and his thrust was just as soft. the stretch stung, and your eyes slightly watered. he cooed at you, kissing your teary eyes as he waited patiently.
and when you adjusted he began slow and steadily, grinding into you as your mouth hung open. the two of you moaning at the pleasant sensation of penetrative sex.
you threw your head back, your nails engraving into his biceps. he brought his thumb down to rub at your bud, his rough pad sent a new pleasurable wave of ecstasy to shoot through your veins.
your pussy squelched with how much your juices were dripping down his shaft. he threw your leg over his shoulder and positioned himself to hit your sweet spot. his hips rutted into you with more passion, increasing the friction between the two of you as his tip fucked into the front of your gummy wall, angling at your gspot. âthat feel good?â he asked, his arms caging your head.
âyes, harder!â you pleaded. his brows were furrowed, dark orbs glinting with pleasure as he plunged into you, chasing both of your highs.
his thumb roughly kneaded your pearl, âiâm close!â you warned, your orgasm nearing faster than you expected. you shook underneath his grip, gushing messily on his cock and lower abdomen. and with one last thrust he pulsed inside you, his tip bruising your cervix as spurts of hot cum filled you up to the peak. your thighs clamped around his sides. his thrusts coming to an end as you both heaved heavily.
your body laid there limb, and he slowly pulled out of you. he cleaned himself up with a cloth, using the other side to clean you up next. once he finished tucking himself back in his pants, he brought your clothes over to you and helped you change. âyou may need to reschedule your appointment, think we got a little out of hand.â he chuckled, his hand coming to caress your cheek.
and so that very morning you skipped your exam and instead were sent home with your doctors cum leaking out of your hole.
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Happy Valentine's, all. <3
Eddie doesn't want to be making this call. Literally the last thing he wants to be doing is making this specific phone call, but he'll be damned if he lets his asshole of a roommate get away with this.
After a moment the ringing stops, and a voice says "Hello?"
"Uh, hi, is this Steve?"
"It is, who is this?"
"It's Eddie, Jake's roommate? I got your number from him." Well, from his phone when he'd left it unattended one day, but Steve doesn't need to know the details. "I really, really hate to be making this call, especially the day before Valentine's, but uh. Jake is cheating on you."
The line is silent for a moment before he hears a weak "What?"
Eddie's eyes squeeze shut at the heartbreak he can hear in that single word. He hates that he's doing this, but knows it needs to be done, for Steve's sake.
"I got home from work not too long ago, and heard him with some girl in his room. I took a video, if you want proof, but I just- I thought you deserved to know."
There's a bit of shuffling on Steve's end, along with a soft sniffle. "I, uh. I don't need the video. I believe you. I'm not all that surprised, if I'm honest."
He huffs a laugh, the sound so self-deprecating that it makes Eddie's stomach twist in empathy. "Guess that makes me three-for-three on my long-term partners cheating. I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me."
That last part is softer, like Steve was speaking to himself, but Eddie hears it and frowns, because- because Steve is lovely. He can tell that Steve is beautiful inside and out, always kind with just enough sass to make him so fun to be around.
He's always makes sure to talk to Eddie every time he comes over, even if it's just a simple greeting or goodbye, and whenever he cooks at their apartment - because he's a great cook - he always makes enough for Eddie to have some as well.
It feels wrong to hear Steve talk like this, like there's something about him that needs to be fixed. Like his previous partners were right to abuse his love and trust, instead of treating them like the treasures Eddie knows they are.
Before Eddie can speak out to reassure him, the man continues. "Thank you for telling me Eddie. Spending Valentine's alone is gonna suck, but I guess that's better than spending it with someone who doesn't care about me."
"Spend it with me."
Eddie isn't sure where the request comes from, but as soon as it leaves his mouth, it's all he wants.
Steve gives a soft "Huh?" and Eddie repeats it, "Spend it with me. A boy as pretty as you shouldn't be cooped up inside on a day like Valentine's. Let me take you out, try to salvage it for you at least a little."
Steve goes quiet, and for a solid ten seconds, Eddie is sure that he's about to be rejected.
And then Steve says "Jake was supposed to pick me up at 6:30 tomorrow. I'll come by yours at six instead, so I can break up with him before we leave. Is that okay?"
A sigh of relief, and Eddie slumps into the wall behind him. "Sounds perfect, Stevie. Wear something nice, but casual, okay?"
"I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow, Eddie. And thanks again."
Jake comes across Eddie the next evening as he's packing the last of the food into a bag. He's spent the last hour or so getting it ready, making sure it's all perfect even though it's nothing too complicated.
A meat and cheese plate with some fancy crackers, a jar of the pickled asparagus he's recently become addicted to, a bowl of diced fruit and a box of fancy chocolates he'd splurged on.
He'd even dropped money on a bouquet of roses, and he already has a few comfy blankets and pillows packed into the back of the van. Everything perfect and ready to go. When Jake sees his preparations, he lets out a low whistle.
"Wow, Eddie. Trying to impress someone?"
Eddie shrugs, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Yep. It's our first date, so I want it to be special. Didn't wanna go the usual, boring, fancy restaurant route."
He's sure that's what Jake had planned for himself and Steve, and it's confirmed by the way his nose wrinkles. "There's nothing wrong with spending money on your date, Eddie. If you have the money to spend, that is."
Jesus Christ, Eddie can't wait to move out of this fucking place, and away from this fucking asswipe.
"Anyway, I've gotta go pick up Steve soon, and I'm planning on bringing him back here tonight, so maybe see if you can crash with your date, yeah?"
"Sure thing-" Eddie replies, though he's interrupted by the sound of a knock ringing through the apartment. He grins wide, knowing exactly who it is. "That must be my date. Can you grab that while I finish up here?"
Jake rolls his eyes but complies, and Eddie freezes in place, not daring to make a sound so he can hear whatever interaction is about to happen.
The door opens, and he hears Jake's confused "Steve? What are you doing here? I'm supposed to be-"
"Yeah, we're not doing anything anymore. Ever again, actually."
God, Steve sounds so bitchy, and Eddie fucking loves it. He grabs the bag of food and the bouquet of roses from the counter, glad that he got dressed beforehand, and makes his way to the entry.
"What are you saying, Steve?"
"I'm saying that we're over, Jake. Maybe you can call the girl you fucked last night and take her to dinner instead."
Eddie turns the corner in time to see Jake's stunned expression, clearly not expecting Steve to throw that at him. He takes a moment to bask in the fire burning behind hazel eyes, until they slide to him and that fire vanishes, replaced with something sparkling and delighted.
"Hi, Eddie," Steve says, his demeanor changing like the flip of a switch, and Eddie beams. He steps closer and offers the bouquet of roses, along with a "Happy Valentine's, Stevie."
The money Eddie spent on the flowers was worth it to see the blush that floods Steve's face as he reaches out to take them.
"Oh, thank you. That's really sweet of you."
"What the fuck is happening right now?"
Eddie and Steve both turn to look at a very petulant and confused Jake, and Steve just smiles. "Well, you just got dumped, and my Valentine is about to take me on a date."
It takes a moment, but something must finally click, because Jake's face goes red with rage. Eddie just grabs Steve's arm, guiding him out of the apartment before the man can actually do something.
"So what's the plan?" Steve asks as he takes Eddie's hand, lacing their fingers together as Eddie leads him to his van.
"Well, uh. The next town over still has a drive in theater, and they're showing some old romance movies tonight. The drive to get there is pretty nice, and we'll actually have some time to talk, and then- I have some blankets and pillows in the back of the van, and I brought food so we can do a picnic during the movies. I mean, if- if that sounds good to you."
Steve's eyes are sparkling again as Eddie rambles, and he squeezes their hands in delight. "That sounds perfect, Eds."
By the time Eddie gets home late that night, he's learned two things:
The first is that Steve had already been debating on breaking up with Jake before this whole fiasco, but the thing stopping him was that he actually likes being around Eddie, and he thought wanting to hang out with his ex-boyfriend's roommate would be too weird.
The second thing Eddie's learned is that Steve's smile tastes like dark chocolate and sunshine, and kissing him might just be Eddie's new favorite hobby.
(Eddie does eventually show the video to Steve, just to reassure him that he didn't break them up so Eddie could date him instead. The only comment Steve makes is "She's definitely faking, his dick game isn't that good.")
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It's me again, feel free to ignore this if you're only taking 1 request per person
Congrats on 2k followers âĄ
I would like to request, option 1, the reader asking "can I give you a kiss? If you don't like it, you can can return it" with Zoro, Sanji and Luffy (if you can also with Law, Ace and/or Kid)
Thank you in advance, hope you have a lovely day âĄ
Nonsense! If you send it in and I like it, I'll write it! This was a fun request too :) I would've done them all if I had the time <3
Characters: gn reader x Zoro, Sanji, Luffy
Total word count: 740
Returned Kisses
Zoro
âZoro!â you sang, skipping across the deck. âI have a question.â
Zoro groaned. Your questions were never as simple as you initially made them out to be.Â
âCan I give you a kiss?â you asked, your cheeks turning a cute rose color. âIf you donât like it, I can return it!â
Zoro scowled at you, trying to decipher your strange slew of words. âHow do you return a kiss?â he asked. He set down the weights he had been using, trying not to sound too interested.Â
âI guess youâll just have to see!â
His eyes scanned the ship. There was nobody else around. And he had to admit, he was curious how your lips tasted.Â
âMake it quick, then.â He sighed, trying to act as if he were apathetic to the whole idea, but his pinkened cheeks did not go overlooked.Â
Your lips pressed against his, and he could taste a distinct sugary sweetness Normally he hated sweets, but he found it quite enjoyable upon your lips.Â
When you finally pulled away, he quickly wetted his own lips with his tongue, desperate to get another taste.Â
âI think Iâll return it,â he said, looking at you.Â
âOh.â Your shoulders slumped in defeat. âNot very good then, was-?â
He pushed his lips back against yours with a sort of desperation and hunger that you werenât expecting, and your mouth fell open in surprise against his. He quickly pushed his tongue past your lips, hungry for more of your sweetness.Â
When he finally pulled away, he shot you a cocky smirk. âMaybe you should try again later. I might not return it next time.â
Sanji
âSanji!â You opened the swinging door to the kitchen, searching for him.Â
âDo you need something, my love?â he asked. âWhatever you want, I will gladly give you.â
âGreat!â you smiled. âI was thinking I could give you something, though.â
âMe?â He looked around the room, trying to figure out what you meant.Â
âYeah! I was thinking I could give you a kiss,â you offered. âIf you didnât like it-Sanji!â
The poor cook had collapsed to the ground, sent into shock by your offer. He seemed to be mumbling and babbling words, but you couldnât make them out.Â
You knelt down next to him, pulling his head into your lap to make sure he was okay.Â
âOh, Y/N love,â he whispered, finally coming back to his senses. âI had this strange dream where you offered to kiss me.â
You laughed. âI did offer to kiss you.â
His eyes were suddenly clear now, and very focused on your lips. So you bent down and pressed them against his own. You could hear his breathing become shallow, but you steeled your nerves and stayed there for a moment before you pulled away.Â
âIf you donât like it, you can return it,â you whispered.Â
Sanjiâs eyes were practically hearts as he stared up at you. âCan I still return it even if I did like it?â
You giggled, crinkling your nose as you laughed. âI suppose so.â
âGood!â He reached up and pulled you back down to him, keeping his lips pressed into yours until Luffy ran into the kitchen looking for more food.Â
Luffy
âLuffy! Come here!â you called up to the captain. He was in his seat on the figurehead, like always.Â
âYou come here!â he yelled back. Rubber arms extended towards you and whipped you up next to him. âWhatâs up?â
âCan I give you a kiss?â you asked. âYou can return it if-â
His lips smashed against yours, and you could feel his mouth stretching into a smile. You couldnât help but smile too, your head foggy with giddiness at his willingness to say yes.Â
He finally pulled away from you, his laugh filling the air around you. âThat was nice.â
âI was supposed to give you a kiss, Luffy!â You were trying to scold him, but you couldnt wipe that stupid smile off your face.Â
âDo you want to give me one?â he asked, his eyes lighting up. âYou can give me another one!â
You leaned back into another kiss, his arms already wrapped around your neck. He was trying not to be too eager, but once your fingers tangled into his raven locks, he abandoned all common sense and worked to devour as much of you as he could get.
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It's a Match! || 141 x reader
[ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 9 ]
Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader
Words: 1.1K~
Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
a/n: ghost is making a move.
Chapter 8: Awooga?
Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.
There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldnât quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldnât be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.
Itâs 4 P.M. on Saturday and youâre laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.
Eventually, you find yourself getting bored⊠So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch⊠Thereâs no need to keep it. But itâs still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if youâre no longer doing anything with them.
You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.
Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.
You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, youâd maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little⊠But they all seem so⊠bland.
Then you find Simonâs chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone thatâs on a dating app looking to get laid.
Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.
you: so⊠are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?
The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.
Simon: Look who it is.
Simon: Hello to you too.
Simon: No, I donât intend to do that.
you: hi, sorry. x
you: why not?
Simon: I donât take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like.
you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery?
Simon: No.
Simon: Unless you want it to be. đ
you: đ±đ±
you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI?
Simon: I regret doing it now.
you: NOOOO pls donât!
you: it was fun!!!!
Simon: Alright then.
Simon: How are you feeling today?
Youâre genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.
you: iâm okay hru?
Simon: Just okay? Iâm fine thanks.
you: yeah! feeling lazy.
Simon: You had me worried you werenât feeling well after last night.
Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.
you: you know??
Simon: Of course I know.
Simon: Johnâs my captain.Â
you: he told you???????
Simon: No. Johnâs old school. No kiss and tell.
Simon: But we were all expecting heâd go home with you.
Simon: Kind of an open secret.
you: oh
Simon: Does that bother you?
you: i donât think so?
you: i guess i shouldâve expected you would realize it
Simon: Iâm sorry.
Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, heâs in a much better mood.
you: that is not the praise you think it is đ
Simon: Iâm not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright?
you: right. i can see that.
you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing
Simon: I stand by that.
Simon: Iâm not very good at talking.
Simon: But Iâm not a liar.
you: iâve noticed
you: you tend to hate being called that.
Simon: Lie enough on the job.
Simon: When Iâm talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be.
you: i see
you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and youâll be honest in the answers?
Simon: About?
you: you
Simon: Within reason.
you: what do you look like
Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes.
you: thatâs it?
Simon: I said âWithin reasonâ. That means I wonât give you more than I think I should.
you: infuriating đ€
Simon: Thatâs life.
Just as youâre about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simonâs chat that you didnât notice your delivery driver arrived.
You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.
Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nandoâs chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.
Thatâs when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.
Simon: Added some new pics.
Simon: Donât say I never did anything for you.
Simon: But Iâll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.
Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.
The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, itâs him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask⊠But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.
âAwoogaâŠâ You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simonâs chest. Even if thatâs not him, even if thatâs just some⊠bloke he found online, itâs still a bloody fine picture.
Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.
you: not bad
Simon: Answered your questions?
you: raised a couple more.
Simon: Good.
Simon: You keep them in your mind for later.
you: why does it feel like youâre leaving??
Simon: Because I am. Duty calls.
Simon: Iâll tell John you said 'Hi'.
you: okay...
you: be careful!
As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You donât even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.
You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.
Simon: Always am. Donât miss us too much.
Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.
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omg the way every inch makes me drool idk what u did to me i havenât been the same since đ ur so talented i owe u my kidney for that fic alone ! would ever consider part two?? no pressure !!!
EVERY INCH 2
2200 words, m!ghostface x f!reader
follows Every Inch. NEXT: Every inch 3
SUMMARY: Last time you saw ghostface, he was unconscious from the car wreck and you had your way with him. Now, he's coming to take what's his.
A/N: He's never unmasked so ANY Ghostface with a đ. Thank you so much for all the love on my first Ghostface fic. This was a "one shot fail" because of the engagement & enthusiasm so keep that in mind. night walks coded.
WARNINGS: I8+ piv, noncon, ghostface calls himself daddy once, peeping tom, dirty talk, masturbation (both), knifeplay, hair pulling, manhandling, choking kinda, degradation, pet names (baby, sugar, nasty). NO USE OF Y/N.Â
You've put Ghostface behind you, at least in terms of fearing for your life. He's finally left you alone. He must be too humiliated to face you after you restrained him and had your way with him in the car while he was passed out. You still look at the picture you took every day. You'd like to get it printed and stick it on your bathroom mirror. He looks so pathetic with his own mess all over his robe. But it's not just the humiliation you love to see. It's his cock. . .
Yeah, his cock. You've thought about it more than a few times. He would've given you every inch. All you had to do was ask. And the video of him whimpering? You save that for special occasions. Like when you need to cum in a hurry.Â
It's Friday night and you're lying in bed after getting home from seeing a movie. You make sure your vibrator is charged before you start reading, but soon enough you get distracted. You're looking at your video of Ghostface coming all over himself when a call pops up on the screen. No ringtone. Your phone is still on silent from the theater. Â
The restricted number still makes your heart jump even after such an empowering victory. But you rip the bandaid off and answer it on the first ring. "Hello?"
"So... how'd you like the movie?" the voice changer asks you.Â
You panic and hang up, but when he calls right back, you answer again. "This isn't funny, whoever you are."
"You know it's me, baby. You feel it in your. . . pants."
"What do you want?"
"I asked how you liked the movie."Â
Friday night. Lucky guess. You know heâs not going to let it go, so you might as well answer. Youâre not going to give him the satisfaction of acting aghast that he knows what you did tonight. "Fine, I liked it. It was fun,â you say dismissively.Â
"Picked a bad time to refill your drink. . . Missed a great kill."
Your heart jumps. ". . .you were there?" The theater wasn't even that crowded. How could he go undetected? Surely you would have recognized something about a man you rode into oblivion.Â
He's bemused. "What, you thought I was gone? Nowhere?â
"wishful thinking," you reply.Â
Ghostface says, âOh, we both know what you really wish for. . .â
Youâre not even going to argue.Â
âHow was your date?"Â
"How was yours with your hand?" You retort.
"You didn't look interested.âÂ
"What, are you gonna ask me out?" Your face heats up as you hear your own words.
"Not tonight. 'Cause you've got a date with that toy and my picture, don't ya?â
You freeze.Â
He taunts, "Want a third wheel?"
You ask, "How long have you been watching me?"
"Never stopped, sugar." You feel like a fool for thinking he had. âIâve just been a little. . . distracted.âÂ
You scoff.Â
". . . Okay, did you call just to talk?"
"Wanted some audio with my visual this time."
"Pervert."
âoh I'm the pervert," he chides. Your face is burning up.
"You know, youâve still got something of mine.â His knife. Youâve hid it somewhere special. âKeep cominâ for it. . .but donât wanna interrupt you.â Â
You look out your window, which faces the woods. "Cause you put on a good show, baby." Thereâs never been a reason to close the curtains. You preferred to see danger coming. Danger like him. A lot of good thatâs done you.Â
âYouâre a creature of habit, arenât you?âÂ
Are you that predictable? Â
âLucky for me,â he adds darkly. His breathing becomes audible. âOh, you like this, don't you . . . knew ya would. . . . .Dripping already.â His voice is steady through the equalizer, but his speech pattern tells you his dick is hard. And god damn if he isnât turning you on.Â
âDip a finger and show daddy how wet you are.âÂ
Before you know it, you're doing it. You donât show him, but you curiously dip you fingers and pull apart the clear string of of your arousal
âTwo fingers . . letâs not get ahead of ourselves.â You lie there clenching your thighs together.Â
âAh, fuck it. Go ahead, turn it on,â he says but you donât move. You clench your thighs together. âTurn it on,â he repeats firmer, and something possesses you to turn your vibrator on.Â
âYeah, thatâs it . . .â
You donât even need the picture now, or the video, or your reading. But you donât exactly want to let him make you come this fast.Â
He sighs and says, âYouâve got a nice, juicy pussy." He spits, which the voice changer doesnât process.
You close your eyes and recall what it felt like impaling yourself on his cock.Â
"You don't have to say it," he reassures you menacingly. "I know Iâve got a nice cock.âÂ
Heâs right about that. You close your eyes as you touch yourself. Youâre too horny to think straight, but in the back of your mind, you try to tell yourself he killed your friends. He killed your friends. It doesnât make you any less turned on. You sigh in shame at yourself. How does Ghostface have you wrapped around his finger?
âOh, itâs only natural, baby. This cockâll fuck you right up.â God, why does that turn you on? âIn the guts and the head.âÂ
"Real shame I wasnât awake.â He breathes heavily for a few seconds. "Coulda been even better for you.âÂ
You fail to suppress a moan as heat is bubbling in your core.Â
âYeah. . .Canât stop thinkin' about this cock, can ya?âÂ
You turn up the intensity of your vibe.Â
âNot everyday someone takes every inch of this.â He moans weakly then spits again. âFilthy girl. Swallowed it right up.âÂ
âSo tell me, sugar," his breathing is even heavier now. "How do you want it?â
âWhat if i donâtâ you lie, then gasp at the tension in your core.
âThen whyâd you take it,â he says with a bite and the heavy breathing stops.Â
âBecause,â you pant. âIt was there.â
Youâre getting close. âHow do you want me,â you self-loathingly ask. He doesnât answer. You look at your phone and heâs gone. Shit. You open the video you took of him and as soon as you hear him whimper, your body jerks as the tension bursts inside you. As soon as you finish pulsing, the regret hits you like a tidal wave. So fucked up. Soooo disgusting. You need a shower.Â
â---
You take a long, hot shower, listening to music. You sigh, feeling a little better already. You turn off the water.
âSoaking wet. Thatâs how I want you.â You freeze and the only sound is the dripping water for a few seconds while the song changes. Â
âCome on, youâre smarter than this.â The voice changer echoes through your bathroom and you almost fall over. âWhatâs next? Going down to the basement?â
You stand silently in the shower with your heartbeat echoing in your ears. Thereâs nothing you can do. You squat down, hugging your knees. Thereâs no good option.  Â
The shower curtain slowly draws open and he looms above you.
âMy turn, baby." The glint of a knifeâyour own kitchen knifeâcatches your eye. He tilts his head slightly and observes you for a moment. Then he pulls your hair and violently forces you to your feet. You begin to slip and he catches you, then manhandles you out of the tub and you whimper. Youâre thrashing around wet and naked. He drags you to the bathroom sink and puts you between him and the sink, both of you facing the mirror. He reaches out and wipes the mirror with his robe to make sure you can see.Â
The sight is surreal. Youâre completely nude with Ghostface up against you. One gloved hand cups your breast while the other raises the knife. He stays behind you and holds your own kitchen knife to your throat. Â
He inhales audibly. âSo clean and so filthy.â Â
You elbow him in the gut. âLet go of me.âÂ
âAfraid not, baby. . .â The hand leaves your breast and slides lower. He presses on your hip, bringing you tight against him. âToo late now.â His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak.Â
He holds you still with just one of his big arms as you struggle. âCoulda had it how ya wanted.âÂ
The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen.Â
âNow youâre gonna take it right here.â He keeps you pinned to the counter, the arm with the knife holding you still while he lifts his robe and tugs his PJ pants down. âYouâve put me behind you after all.â He jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick. He lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and your stomach, dipping into your belly button on its way down to your mound. Then he holds it handle-up and teases your cunt with the flat of the knife as you watch in the mirror. The cold metal sends a shiver down your spine and you watch your nipples harden.
âWho are you?â
âYour favorite bad guy. Ask me a. . . harder one.â He grinds himself against you.
âWhat do you want?â
âTo know what your insides feel like.â You suck in a deep breath and register the smell of weed as his cock twitches against your bare skin. âWhen Iâm awake,â he adds.Â
He pries your legs apart with his knee, then his glove brushes your inner thighs as he aligns his cock at your entrance. âOh youâre ready ready,â he says. He notches himself with the thick head of his cock resting snug against your wet little hole, then he holds you tight and shoves himself into you with a sigh. You have to try not to moan with the most welcome stretch. âHell yeah,â the mask says into your ear. Thank God youâre so wet, because there is a lot of him. He pulls back, then slams into you, bottoming out with a grunt then another sigh. You watch your face in the mirror and try to wipe the enjoyment off it.Â
The hand with the knife rests against your chest as he pounds you. âYouâre lucky youâre so hot.â You want to memorize the feeling of his cock inside you so you can come to it later instead of giving him the satisfaction right now. He pants as he thrusts into you harder. âSo. . .damn. . . hot.â You look down watching your breasts jiggle as he rails you. âI donât think so. . . baby.â He grabs your chin and makes you look back up at the mirror. Your drooping eyelids give away how good you feel.Â
âTake it like a bad girl.â He grunts and brutally fucks you in the way youâre afraid only he can. No, no, you shouldnât be thinking thoughts like this. âA real bad girl.â A climax is gathering in your lower belly. âCock hungry little slut,â he bites and it makes you twitch. âThis pussyâs mine now, you know.âÂ
He buries himself inside you for another minute and makes it rough. âNow or never baby," he pants. âKnow you wanna come on this cock.â God, you do. âDo it now.â He slams into you harder than ever and groans as he begins to pulse inside you. You canât stop it. The feeling of his climax trips you into your own. Your needy cunt chokes his cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. He fucks you through it and your body jerks into his imposing, robed form. His cum is in every crevice of your core. You canât help but moan and sigh.
âGood girl,â he says.
His cock slides out of you, leaving a void that slowly caves in on itself. He tucks it back into his pants.Â
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Ghostface forcibly positions your chin to take one last look in the mirror. Then he picks up your phone from the counter and forces you to swipe the camera on. He points it at the mirror and says, âsay cheese.â He tosses your phone back on the counter, then slams you chest-first into the back of the door with an impact. He holds the knife to the side of your neck and says, âyouâre welcome.â He really smells like weed.
âNow whereâs my knife.â
âI donât have it,â you claim.Â
âI donât believe you.âÂ
âWhatâs so special about it?â
âItâs mine.âÂ
âThe cops have it.âÂ
âNo they donât. Why are you lying?â
Youâre not really sure. He presses the flat of the knife so hard against your throat you start to choke. âOkay,â you manage hoarsely. He lets you breathe. You look behind him toward the toilet.Â
He drags you by the elbow to the toilet. He opens the back of it and the knife is wrapped up in a grocery bag. âYou watch too many movies,â he says. He pushes you out of the way, opens the door, and leaves. The song turns to Call Me by Blondie.
NEXT: PART 3
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Please engage (reblog/comment)Â if you want more of this <333 It might go a long way in motivation.
Yes this is my night walks coded ghostface but I think most people reading this don't know what night walks is lol.
Call Me:This Blog::Red Right Hand:Canon. But in this case it especially makes sense đ„č
@hearteyed-shawty had a song rec last time: I'm Yours by Isabel Derosa.
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Look. Eddie knows he can be a little uptight about these things, but. There are rules. If you become a vampire, you donât need to go full gothic Count Von Dickhead or whatever, but you absolutely cannot just wander around in a puffy vest and light-wash jeans.Â
âWhy not?â says Steve. Heâs leaning back in an armchair, sipping on a bloodbag like itâs a goddamn juicebox. âWhat, are the vampire police going to arrest me?âÂ
He pauses. âWait. There arenât vampire police, are there?â
âNo,â says Eddie. âProbably not. I donât know. But there are standards which you are refusing to uphold, Steven.â
âThought you were all about hating conformity, Edward,â Steve says. Heâs got an obnoxiously cocky little smirk, the smug undead fucker.Â
Eddie grimaces. âDonât call me that, asswipe. Donât you feel, likeâthe call of the night? The siren song of life coursing through fragile human veins? A hunger for destruction that those paltry plastic bags of blood can never truly slake?â
âThe bloodbags arenât so bad,â says Steve, around the straw. âBetter than protein shakes.â
âI actually hate you,â Eddie tells him. âVampirism is wasted on you.â
Steve noisily slurps the last of the blood out of the bottom of the bag. âCome on, you canât really picture me in some Dracula getup, can you?â
The problem, of course, is that Eddie really, really can. When Robin had read him in on the whole situation, obviously heâd been horrified and concernedâbut also, a whole wing of his brain had immediately been cordoned off to work overtime imagining Steve in elaborate Dark Prince regalia, maybe leaning elegantly out of a castle window on the moors, gazing into the foggy dusk. Velvet mightâve been involved.
â...guess not,â says Eddie. It doesnât sound incredibly convincing to his own ears, but Steve just shrugs and gets up to throw the bloodbag away.Â
âThere you go, man,â he says, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he passes. âItâs the 80s. Vampires can be whatever we wanna be.â
âââ
It gets way too easy to forget about Steveâs condition, until Eddie ends up having to haul him out of a bar in Indy before they get banned for life. Â
âSimmer down, buddy,â Eddie says, pulling him into the shadow of the van. âLetâs get those fangs packed away before any of the nice villagers wander by with torches and pitchforks.â
âIâm good,â pants Steve. âItâs all good. Donât worry about it. Itâs fine.â
Eddie lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. âSure, thatâs why your eyes are glowing red and youâre, like, fully vamped out. Which, by the way, looks extremely dumb with the whole clean-cut vibe you decided to rock tonight.â
âFuck you, I look great,â says Steve, pushing a hand through his hair. Heâs not wrong, itâs just not relevant to how he also looks extremely dumb like this, wearing a pristine henley with fangs hanging out in the parking lot for anyone to see.
âSo what the hell happened in there, man? I was finally starting to get somewhere with Todd, andâŠâ Eddie trails off in dawning realization.
âHoly shit, am IâIâm like your territory, arenât I? Your stupid vampire brain got all screwy and decided to loop me in with Robin and the kids as part of your freaky human coven.â
âUh,â says Steve. He looks unhappy in a shifty kind of way. âSomething like that, maybe.â
âWait, so, are Nancy and Jonathanâare you okay with them because theyâre both already in the vamp pack? Is Vickie gonna have to be inaugurated before she and Robin can bone down?â Eddie perks up. âShit, is there a ceremony? We could totally do a ceremony.â He bets he can get the kids to liberate some velour curtains from the drama club. With a few candles, they could get some serious atmosphere going.
âNo, shut up, nobodyâs doing a damn ceremony,â Steve groans. âVickieâs fine.âÂ
âOkay,â says Eddie. âSoâŠyou gonna tell me what all that was about, then? Do I have to start running guys past you first so your vamp instincts donât wig out? OrâŠhm, maybe Argyleâd be down to mess around sometime.â
Steve lets out an actual snarl with weird animal echoes, then claps a hand over his mouth.
âSorry,â he says, muffled. The shadows around them seem darker somehow.Â
âSo Iâm just not allowed to get laid ever again,â says Eddie slowly. âFor vampire reasons.â
âDo whatever you want, man.â Steveâs still got his hand pressed tight over his mouth.Â
âAnd itâsâŠjust me?â Eddie peers at the tightness around Steveâs eyes; the way heâs scowling stubbornly at his feet. âHuh. Kind ofâŠpossessive, Harrington.â
âItâsâweird,â says Steve miserably, dropping his hand at last. âI know itâs fucking weird.â
âMaybe.â Eddie shrugs, biting down on the grin he can feel tugging at his mouth. âLucky for you, Iâm into that shit.â
âWhat?â Steve frowns. âYouâreâŠâ
âAlways wanted a vampire boyfriend,â says Eddie. âLike, are you kidding? I wouldâve sold my fucking soul at 15 for something like that.â
âIâm starting to feel a little objectified here,â says Steve, but heâs smiling, and he reaches out to snag Eddieâs belt loop and tug him stumbling closer. âJust in it for the fangs, huh?â
âWell, youâre kind of a shitty vampire, actually.â Eddie drapes his arms over Steveâs shoulders. âSo I guess I must just be in it for you.â
Steve hesitates, searching Eddieâs face. Stray red lights are still sparking like embers in Steveâs irises. âOkay, butâyouâre in it? Right?â
âCouldnât get rid of me if you tried, Bunnicula. Iâll send the vampire police after you, just watch me,â says Eddie, and kisses him.
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THIS DECEMBER
PAIRING park jisung x fem!reader | ft. friendgroup!nct dream
WORDS 5k
SYNOPSIS Your horny friends try to pull a little prank on you in the days leading up to Christmas. One thing Park Jisung likes to remind them is: he totally doesnât want any part in it. Except, he totally does.
WARNINGS smut, ANGST, fluff, lots of dialogue, vag fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, vanilla vanilla vanilla, they're in love basically
NOTES I have to admit, this isnât my best work lolllllll. though this was supposed to be posted on christmas, this can be my new years gift! 2024 here we come babyyy
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Part of A Dreamy Christmas Collab!
âWhy donât we all be her secret Santa?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â Jaemin chuckles, eyes dancing as he seems intrigued by the idea. But what pervades his mind was nothing like what Donghyuck was about to propose.Â
âThink about itâŠâ he trails. âShe used to say, if itâs an SOS, and we need help in that department,â he points to his crotchâ âShe would help us out.âÂ
âYouâre fucking crazy,â Jisung rolls his eyes when he catches on to Hyuckâs sudden idea. Â
âSo youâre saying we all get her a present?â Chenle asks.
âYes⊠But we all have to give her the same⊠present,â he walks between each of the men like a devil hovering over their shoulders.  Â
âHyuck, just get to the point,â Jeno huffs.Â
âOkay, buââ
âNo âbuts!â Get to your point,â Renjun groans. Â
âThe gift weâre giving her canât be put into a shitty little box.â
âOh my god, NO!â Mark whines. Â
âWhatâs so wrong with a little fun?âÂ
âAre you seriously suggesting an⊠orgy?âÂ
âNo, you idiot,â Hyuck pinches his nose bridge. âLetâs all give her our present one by one leading up to Christmas⊠Like an advent calendar,â he shrugs, unable to hide the pride beaming off of him from the simile. Â
âSo youâre suggesting we all have sex with her in the days leading up to Christmas? Am I hearing this right?â Jaemin intervenes once more, orbs gleaming with interest.Â
âDing Ding! We have a winner!â
âJisungâs right. Youâve gone insane,â Renjun fully laughs.
âYou know Iâm insane, and thatâs why we have fun. But you know what? Letâs make this more interesting⊠When we tell her after Christmas, the person who she says is her best fuck, getâs her secret Santa present,â Hyuck smirks. âYou know she goes all out.âÂ
âIâm in, but it might be hard for Mark because heâs actually in love with her,â Jaemin turns his body towards his friend who avoids eye contact before offering a retort.Â
âWhy just me? You guys are all in love with her!â His claim is met with a group of huffs and groans.
âHow do you know sheâll even agree to this?â Jeno points out, earning a nod from the others.Â
âShe doesnât have to if she doesnât want to. If she does, then great! Amazing even! But if she doesnât, then man, I feel kinda bad because we all got a thing for her.â Hyuck accepts the facts of the predicament. âHopefully we can laugh about this on New Years.â
âI donât. I guess Iâm the only one,â the youngest of the group speaks out but itâs not taken seriously by his older friends as a fit of laughter echoes within the small space. Â
Hyuckâs the first one to speakâ placing a hand on Jisungâs shoulder, âYouâre the worst out of all of us.â Â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou guys always bicker and talk shit but I know all you want to do is rip each otherâs clothes off,â Jeno jumps in. âNice try though. I almost believed it.â
âIâm not! Sheâs annoying as hell!â
âSo annoying you want to fuck it out of her, right?â Jaemin joins.Â
âYou guys are jumping me right now, Iâm leaving,â Jisung excuses himself earning a look of victory from his friends.
âWait! So you agree to it, right? Jisung?! Hello?â Chenle and Renjun yell out in unison, but the only reply heard is the slam of a door. Â
âYouâre serious about this Hyuck?â Mark asks one last time.Â
âNo, but this is just so those two kids will finally admit theyâre down bad for each other. I think this will be their breaking point.âÂ
âDamn,â all the other boys yell in unison.Â
âI know right? Someone needs to hire me for something! I donât know for what, but something!â he crosses his arms to bask in his actions.Â
âYeah, yeah,â Mark laughs at his friend. âYouâre so dumb.âÂ
âJust wait and see. He wonât make it to ChristmasâŠâ
Everyone is being⊠weird.Â
On the very first day of December, you and all your friends come together to pick a name out of a jar. The game of Secret Santa is an annual tradition you love partaking in. But once the weather dropped thirty degrees, all the boys started acting shady. They were canceling plans with you on purpose, avoiding eye contact when you spoke to any one of them, and just running away the first chance they got. It was easy to get mad, even call them out for it, but the replies would always be the sameâ that there was nothing wrong or they were just tired. Â
And youâre not going to lie, it was starting to make your skin crawl. The sudden shift in dynamic between you and the boys has you wondering if you did something wrong. But if they were trying to pull something, then they had another thing coming. It was frustrating, trying to shake it out of them in every way possible, but no one would budge.
December eighth rolls around and you know everyone is free today because you all collectively promised Sunghoon that every year until the day you die, this day will always be open for him. Itâs always an annual trip to the snowy mountainsâ a secluded cabin and powdery snow thatâs fit for snowboarding. Surprisingly, but not so surprisingly, everyoneâs busy up until the car ride to the cabin.Â
Their persistent avoidance, even for an event like this, just pulls on the strings even harder.Â
Youâre leaning against the island of the kitchen, glaring into their souls from across the room as the music's bass reverberates throughout the warm cabin; and the bitter liquid in your plastic cup disappears like water down a drain. Â
âWhy are you standing here all by yourself?âÂ
You turn to the voice, sporting a grin once you realize who it is. âHey, birthday boy. Just glaring at the boys. Donât know if they notice though,â you squint a little harder, hoping theyâll finally notice.Â
Sunghoonâs orbs follow the seven of them scattered around the living room. âThey notice alright. Iâm sure theyâll come crawling back when they realize you donât play.âÂ
âOh, they know I donât. But theyâre still gonna try anyway,â you let out a heavy sigh. âI just wish I knew what theyâre up to. Itâs killing me.âÂ
âJust ask Jisung.âÂ
âWhy Jisung?â The mention of your friendâs name causes the subject of your orbs to shift to him, but heâs already looking your way. When you make eye contact, he hurriedly glances away, confirming the suspicion that somethingâs up.Â
âI feel like whatever theyâre planning, heâs telling them he doesnât want to do it.âÂ
âWhy is that so detailed? Do you know what theyâre up to? Spill right now!â
Sunghoon shakes his head in denial, raising the cup to his lips before responding. âNah, you guys are always going at it. Thatâs all. Itâs just a hunch.âÂ
âFine, maybe I will. But I was gonna do it anyway.âÂ
Youâre already making your way towards Jisung when Sunghoon blurbs out. âIf it doesnât work, Iâm always available.â
âYou wish, Park.â But you stop in your tracks. âWait, what?âÂ
Sunghoon walks off in a hurry, âNothing! Had to try at least once!âÂ
Rolling your eyes at the birthday boy, you finally make your way to your destination but all seven of your friends go completely mute once you reach it. Thereâs not a sound emitting from them, and it practically forces smoke out of your ears.Â
âOkay, whatâs going on?â
âWhat do you mean?â Jeno murmurs.
âYou guys have been ignoring me ever since December started! Spill your evil plans right now!âÂ
âNothingâs going on,â Chenle adds, but itâs met with a crack of his voice at the final word, and you know one hundred percent they're lying.Â
âHaechan! I know youâre the mastermind,â you turn to your friend, but all he does is shrug, eyes still looking everywhere but yours as he nonchalantly sips from his drink.Â
âNothing whatsoever. Weâve just been busy thatâs all,â Jisung speaks out, but you chuckle, knowing heâll eventually give in if you press him hard enough.Â
âOf course, youâre a part of this! Sunghoon told me you werenât, but I doubted him as soon as those words left his mouth!âÂ
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Jisungâs tone changes, as if heâs warning you.
âThat little shithead!â Jaemin groans.
âI knew it!â you exclaim.
âWhat did he tell you?â Renjun interrupts.
âNothing, just what I said before.â
âNothing is going on. You donât believe us?â Jisung is still firm on his decision to make you believe otherwise. With that stupid smirk heâs trying to hide and how his form influences you to shift back.Â
âOf course, youâre still on that even though Jaemin just admitted you guys are planning something! Youâre the worst!âÂ
âAnd youâre a dumbass,â Jisung mumbles once you turn away.
âLook whoâs fucking talking,â you donât realize youâre stepping closer at every syllable exchanged and you donât know why your friend loves to push your buttons so much.
âYou always say Iâm the worst and then you come right back. I donât think you hate me as much as you say you do,â Jisungâs eyes glimmer with a playfulness to them, closing the space between the two of you as the bickering reaches its climax. But his words only fuel your rage.
At this point, you can only see red. Â
All you do with Jisung is bicker or fight about stupid shit. Your friendship with the other boys is the glue that holds you and Jisung together. No one could guess that you met all the boys through him. You both had been friends with benefits long agoâ practically another lifetime. But youâd jump off a cliff before admitting that the shards of glass remain. And that it still cuts.Â
Itâs impossible to act like everything is fine and you both can get along. So instead, you fight and fight until no more words can be said. Â
âOoooo,â you hear Jeno say, reminding you youâre still in a place full of swarming bodies.Â
âWhat about you? You either hate me or you love me. It canât be both,â you mutter, condemning yourself as you catch a glimpse of his lips hovering above yours. You're both staring one another down, and you notice the same vein on the side of his temple, and his jaw clenches with each phrase that escapes your lips.Â
âWatch it,â Jisung seethes.
âWhat? If you wanna play this game, letâs plaââ
âOkay! Enough of this,â Hyuck groans before dragging the both of you by the wrist and out of the main room.
âWhat are you doing Hyuck?â you urgently inquire, but he doesnât reply. He only hurriedly rushes along, throwing you both into a bedroom you donât recognize. And as you rush to escape the enclosed space, your friend shuts the door in front of your faceâ leaving you with your hands practically clawing at the door. Â
âLee Donghyuck! Open the fucking door right now!â you yell out, unable to comprehend how your friend could think this was a solution. âOpen the door before I beat your ass!âÂ
âHeâs not going to open the door,â Jisung reminds you of his presence amidst the chaos. âNot until the morning.â Â
âWhat?! No. No. No. This is not happening right now.â Â
âLetâs just sleep. So when we wake up, we can just get outta here.â Â
You scan the room, realizing thereâs nothing for you to rest on except the bed in the centerâ the one Jisung is currently sitting on. âYou think I can fall asleep with everything thatâs going on? And I donât even know whatâs going on,â youâre shifting awkwardly, habitually rocking yourself on the heel of your feet following the eye of the storm. Â
âJust sleep. Itâll be over soon,â Jisung already makes himself comfy, placing his legs under the covers and rearranging the pillow to his liking. Heâs too calm. Way too calm for what just occurred.Â
âWhere am I supposed to sleep?âÂ
âI donât know, figure it out,â he mumbles, lids already fluttering shut. You hate how you admire how long his eyelashes are. Â
His eagerness to ignore the dilemma influences you to the bed to pry his lids open. As Jisung opens his eyes willingly, you finally take notice of how close you both are. His eyes widen at the proximity and he shifts back to the edge of the bed in surprise. Youâre caught off guard because there seems to be something lingering in the air between the two of you. And you brush it off because you know itâs annoyance.Â
âJust sleep,â he softly lets out before returning to his original position. âNext to me.âÂ
His softness in these last words has you admitting some defeatâ realizing fighting wonât solve anything. âFine.â Â
There are still zero answers that will satisfy your scrambled mind. Â
And youâre trapped in a room with someone you canât stand for more than five minutes.
Itâll be over soon. Right?Â
Youâre fucking drenched.Â
As the daze of sleep washes over, you notice the stickiness between your thighs. And not the good kind.Â
It felt as if you just entered the fiery pits of hell.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you whine. The air was so humid, you were practically suffocating. And as you turn to the side, you see an irritated Jisung. If you thought you looked gross, Jisung didnât have a dry spot on his clothing.  Â
You try your hardest not to stare at the clothing sticking to his abs. This is not the time.
âDonât,â he warns, thinking youâre about to poke fun at him.
You chuckle at the sight of his discomfort, offering a half-assed apology. âSorry.â Â
âLee Donghyuck! Turn off the fucking heater!â he yells out, but thereâs no answer. Â
âFuck. Weâre going to die.âÂ
âIâm not dying here with you. Thatâs not how Iâm going out.â Â
âIs that so bad? Chill the fuck out,â you roll your eyes.Â
âYes it is! Iâm gonna kick the door down and beat Donghyuckâs ass.â
You donât know if itâs the unbearable heat, or the constant fucking attitude from Jisung all night. Maybe it was the pent-up frustration from all the other times you both didnât get along. But youâve decided enough is enough.Â
âWhatâs your fucking problem?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âYouâre always so fucking mad at me. I do nothing and youâre mad. I breathe and youâre mad. It pisses me off! At this point, I should be the one giving you the attitude you give me!â Â
âAnd you know what? I always cared what you thought. But not anymore. Iâm done caring so pretend I donât even exist,â your heart is beating out of your chest as the words spill out like vomit. Â
âThatâs noââ Jisungâs unable to finish his sentence when suddenly his orbs follow your fingertips gripping the hem of your top to bring over your headâ leaving you in a bra. âWha-â
âItâs hot as shit and Iâm not going to suffer. Do what you want,â you huff, continuing with the removal of your jeans. You notice Jisung's stare lingering on your contours as you eventually pull them off, and it appears as if a million different things are running through his mind when he suddenly glances away and shakes his head. Â
Youâre not going to lie, itâs amusing seeing Jisungâs usual persona falter. Your boldness and the situation it creates masks the uncomfortable predicament the two of you are in. âItâs not like you havenât seen me like this before.â Â
âWhat did you mean by âyou used to care about what I thought?ââ He swallows nervously.
His words have you stopping in your tracks, not realizing your words were true candor. âNothing, I was just saying nonsense,â is all you can render as you make your way to the bed, but Jisung beats you to it, grabbing your wrist to prevent you from escaping. Â
âTell me. Please. I know it wasnât nonsense,â his voice is like syrup, the usual bite to it completely gone. Â
You turn to face him, though you regret it the moment you notice how his eyes match his voice. âWell, I cared what you thought because of what we did before we all became friends. And us⊠Or whatever we are. I donât know what we are now but I cared about you and what you thought about me.â
âCared?â
âI still doâŠâ Â
âThen why do we fight?âÂ
âI donât know. I guess you hate me so I just returned that energy.âÂ
âI donât hate you,â he sounds hurt, the similar bite of his voice attempting to escape. âYou annoy the hell out of me, but I could never hate you.â
âOhâŠâÂ
âYou really act like you hate me though,â Jisung offers a small smile. Â
âI donât hate you. Youâre annoying as hell. And I just donât know what to do with everything lingering in the air when Iâm around you,â you bite your lip at the confession, realizing it wasnât a very good one. And you see him watch you do so.Â
âYou mean the tension?âÂ
âYeah⊠The tension⊠The tension causes us to fight. Right?â The air becomes more suffocating than it already is. Maybe itâs the heat, maybe itâs Jisung so close to you, or how youâre basically naked in front of him. Â
âWhat else would we do?â his eyes are still trained on your lips. Â
âI donât know,â you murmur not above a whisper. âYou tell me.â
âLet me try something,â he takes a step forward, shortening the small space between the two of you. âPromise you wonât get mad.âÂ
âNo promises,â you urge, because youâre unsure of what Jisung planned to do after the indirect confessions made in the room today. One things for sure. This territory hadnât been visited in ages and it scares the shit out of you. Â
âWhat are you goââ Youâre cut off the lips that make its way onto yours.Â
When you see Jisung dipping his head down to capture your lips onto his, you're taken aback. However, the minute he makes contact, your legs almost buckle. It's a familiar sensation, and you melt into him as he tests the waters with increasing devotion. Â
When you reciprocate the kiss, it gets feverish, and your trembling lips work together haphazardly, interwoven with airy sighs. His arms reach for your waist, pulling you into him harder than ever before. He knows your body like no one else, and it drives parts of your brain haywire. It feels like only yesterday that you both would rendezvous.
He groans into your mouth and squeezes your ass as you tug on his hair the way he likes it. It makes you whimper since the combination of the sloppy kiss and the rush of pleasure is far too satisfying.Â
 It feels good. Way too good. Â
That's why when Jisung pulls away, you chase his lips and he emits a small chuckle at the action. âTell me you missed me. Tell me you donât hate me and never did,â his shoulders rise and fall at a rapid pace as he catches his breath.Â
âI donât,â you look up at him, and you want nothing more to kiss him again. It feels like all the frustration aimed at him was sexual. Itâs honestly his fault for always looking so tempting while offering some smartass retort. âI never did.âÂ
"God, I missed you," he smashes his lips against yours again, this time much more aggressive, and the back of your knees reach the edge of the bed, briefly disconnecting your lips. You laugh, and he smirks before diving back into you as soon as your back comes into contact the mattress. Â
Something possesses him at that moment, makes his hands glide up the back of your thighs, to kiss down your neck, sucking and biting to leave small bites that he later licks over to soothe the sting. âKnow how much you love to be marked.âÂ
âAnd I know how much you love me choking on your dick,â you giggle, licking a long stripe along his neck up to his jaw. Â
âYouâre dangerous,â Jisung hooks your thong aside, unsurprised when he notices the sticky arousal coating his fingers. âFuck, I forgot how wet you get.âÂ
âItâs from the heat.â Your words contradict themselves as noises of pleasure leave your lips when he runs his fingers along your folds. Jisung, on the other hand, knows the meaning behind your words like no other. âAll this stickiness is from the heat? I donât think so baby,â he offers some stimulation to your clit and your back arches once he comes in contact with your bud. Â
You shake your head and he dips his head down onto your neck offering a small kiss against the side of your neck. God, he looks so hot, with the sweat dripping down the side of his temple and his puffy lips from kissing. Â
The lewd sounds from his fingers running along your folds sends you into a frenzy. Youâre attempting to gain more friction, bucking your hips to feel more. Youâre so needy for his touch.  You've been longing for this touch. "I'll be nice, baby," he says, inserting one finger inside your hole, your walls engulfing him up to the knuckle. Jisung experiments with twisting and curling his fingers, enjoying the way you gasp and pulse around his fingertips.Â
The wet glide is so satisfying and you moan, basically fucking yourself onto his fingers. âSungââ is all you can choke out as he begins thrusting with a rhythm you both canât forget. âWaiââ
But Jisung canât withhold any longer, not with you looking so pretty underneath him. Not with the sounds that he remembers all too well. His cock practically throbs at these thoughts, begging to be free from its confines when youâre already a mess. Heâs pressing against your clit along with the constant thrust of his fingers. âShit, Sung!â you wail, already foreseeing your high from the short time. Â
Your nails dig into his forearm, body twitching from the overwhelming pleasure only he can give you. âOh, fuck,â the words are combined with a moan as your orgasm takes you by surprise, coating his fingers in a creamy pearl substance. It drips down your folds as he pulls away, and the wash of the aftermath runs from your toes to the crown of your head. Itâs blissful, but your hunger for him doesnât stay satiated. âGood girl,â he says as he revels in your figure.Â
âI need you,â you pant. âNow.â Â
âWhatever you say, Mom,â he jokes as he pulls his shirt over his head before discarding the rest of his clothing. Â
âEwww. Never say that again,â you say, earning a laugh from Jisung. Â
âLike words ever stopped me before pretty girl.â
He's tugging the side of your panties, dragging them down the side of your legs while practically gaping. He continues with your bra and he gazes, unable to believe everything taking place currently. You're like a dream, sprawled out beneath him. The pretty girl he could never get close to after being so close with. Â
âReady?â he asks after he shakes himself out of the trance you have him in. Â
âMhm,â you nod. Â
He pushes inside, sighing into your ear at the creaminess of your cunt. Your arms are wrapped around his neck as he bottoms out, fingers burrowing further into his scalp. Jisung, rather than staying against your neck, takes advantage of the chance to peer at you. When his nose brushes up against yours, all he sees are your lips caught between your teeth. Â
At the feeling of his big cock inside of you, you clench around him. He groans against your mouth, habitually bucking his hips forward. âFuck,â you moan out, back arching at the feel of his cock dragging against your walls. Your brain is already a mess and it has been since the moment he kissed you. But Jisung loves how youâre a mess around him. He takes pride in how he makes you feel, and that turns him on beyond belief.Â
âMove Sungie, please,â you plead and Jisung groans at the nickname you know he loves so much. Itâs enough for him to grab your wrists to pin them above your head before he begins moving. Â
âSung,â you call out again when he begins to move. His calculated movements have you squirming beneath him, but youâre still perfectly fit against him and itâs as if you both never stopped this routine. Â
âYouâre mine. Iâm not letting anyone touch you,â he coos, and youâre quick to agree. âYours.âÂ
The constant rhythm he keeps has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you're shivering when he picks up the pace--giving him a look that seems to make Jisung's cock practically explode. He snaps his hips forward, so close to the edge that you shudder at the perspective.Â
He's fucking you so well that your eyesight is fuzzy, and the brush of his dick against the spot that drives you insane only adds to the sensation. "I-I'm so close," you warn, your irregular breathing hitting his face. Â
âWait S-sung-g no.â Just as youâre about to hit your peak, Jisung flips you over so that youâre sitting on his thighs. Though youâre disappointed in the delay of your orgasm, the angle has his cock pushing deeper than before, tip nudging against your velvety walls harshly. âFuck, I canât,â you beg as your back arches at the smallest movements. Â
As fast as words leave his throat, Jisung dips down to suck on your nipple, occasionally leaving purple blossoms. âWait IâllââÂ
âYouâll what?â he says, chuckling when he sees you instinctively grinding forward against his member. âCream my cock?â He watches your fucked out expressions, loving how your eyes are lined with tears. Â
âIâm planning on it, â he smirks before thrusting up into you. Â
âJ-jisung!â youâre a sobbing mess above him as his harsh thrusts sends pure pleasure up your spine. His name falls off your lips like a mantra, and the gibberish he canât make out only urges him to move furiously into you. Though your brain is a puddle of mush, the band in your lower abdomen is about to snap, so you grind your hips against him with newly found fervor, stimulating your clit in the best way possible.Â
Jisung watches you above him as his fingers dig into your waist. Youâre so beautiful, he thinks. Everything about you, every part of your mind and body he worships, and he swears heâs not going to let go of you this time.Â
âS-sung,â you moan again and again, and Jisung continues to abuse your boob, kissing up your throat as you inch closer to your high. âSo perfect.âÂ
You let out a high-pitched moan at a specific thrust, and your thighs tremble against his. "I got you," he says as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. And after a few thrusts, you're collapsing against him, again repeating his name. You're just a lick away from teetering off the edge. Â
âI want it so bad,â you blabber against his neck. âS-so close. Donât stop.âÂ
âGive it to me,â he dips underneath to circle your bundle of nerves with the perfect pressure and you come undone, high-pitched moans and whimpers against his ear. Â
 The mix of cum and the slick from prior allows the glide to be that much easier for Jisung to glide against as he tips over the edge as well. Youâre still pulsing and gripping his cock like a vice and itâs a done deal for Jisung. âInside?âÂ
âInside me,â you kiss the side of his neck. He feels euphoric as your noises against his ear urges him on and his arms hold you tightly. And after a few more thrusts and desperate hips, his cum shoots inside you. âFuck.âÂ
It's so much energy that when the sensation of your high washes over you, you collapse against Jisung, who also collapses against the mattress.Â
âYouâre sticky,â you look at his face and admire how good the afterglow of sex looks on him. Â
 Jisung massages little circles across the small of your back in comforting stillness. Â
âIâm going to murder Hyuck,â he realizes how much the humidity encases the room.Â
âMaybe not too brutal, because his plan to lock us in here so we can finally make up worked,â you notify him and his eyes light up.
âI think everyoneâs asleep. How about we torture them some more?â he smirks at you. Â
âI say Hyuck isnât going to get a wink of sleep tonight,â you mischievously grin and itâs enough for Jisung to dive down and continue drowning in your lips.Â
DECEMBER 31Â
11:59 PM
âDamn, I canât believe my plan worked! You guys are attached to the fucking hip,â Hyuck comes over to you and Jisung hand-in-hand. Â
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âYour plan worked for once dumbass,â Jeno butts in abruptly, almost spilling the alcohol in his cup.Â
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âWe have no more arguing but I donât know if itâs worth it,â Jaemin points. Â
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âYou guys are like rabbits!â Mark yells out.
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âGross! Not the fucking time! I need to find someone to kiss,â Renjun groans.Â
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âYeah but everything Hyuck does to end our suffering, it just reappears as something else!â Chenle laughs, earning a middle-finger from the subject of his words.Â
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âGuess you were right. We can laugh about this on New Year's,â Jeno turns to Hyuck. Â
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âHappy new year motherfuckers,â Chenle says before clinking all the cups together. Â
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You turn to Jisung as the clock counts down, his arm around your waist. âHappy New Year, boyfriend.âÂ
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âHappy New Year, Girlfriend,â he smiles the hardest youâve seen him in a while. Â
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âHappy fucking new year,â he says before smashing his lips onto yours.Â
Happy fucking new year indeed.Â
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DCxDP Idea - Tucker x Tim Soulmate AU:
Now on AO3
So the Justice League believes the Fentons and the GIW. Not completely, but enough. Thatâs the bad news. The worse news is that they have Danny, and are apparently planning to use him in some kind of spell to banish all the ghosts from the living plane. Which, okay, sure, not the worst idea, except that trying to banish a Liminal is a great way to kill them instead, and guess what everyone in Amity Park is? Not to mention what powering such a ritual could do to Danny.
Tucker is not having a panic attack. He might have one later, but right now he has a job to do.
So the thing about the Justice League is that theyâre powerful and together they cover each otherâs weaknesses, but individually they are, if not manageable, then at least survivable. They canât take on the entire league, but Ghosts and their ilk have fangs for a reason, and every predator knows how to divide and conquer.
Technus and Skulker are using Lex Luthorâs tech to deal with the Supers. Jazz has got emotional manipulation and FrightKnightâs sword to take down the Flashes. Desiree agreed to start a mageâs duel with the Justice League Dark. Sam, Ember, Johnny, and Kitty hopefully have the watchtower in hand, with Walker playing backup to get Danny free.
Tucker has two jobs. One, work with Technus to take down the Justice League communications without making it look like anything is up. Two, for the love of the Ancients, do not let the Bats realize something is wrong.
And you know what? Heâs got this. Duul Aman was the most feared sorcerer of his time. Tucker isnât him, not really, but heâs no slouch in the magic department. Egyptian magic, the way Duul Aman knew it, was almost like code. Relearning it was as easy as breathing, but the real reason Tuckerâs job is to deal with the bats is because he took it further than his last life ever could. Sure, heâs a dab hand at illusions, his curses are almost as nasty as Samâs, and instant sandstorms are never not useful, but where he really thrives is with tech. Afterall, if ectoplasm can be combined with computers, why canât magic?
Tucker is the world's first technomage and heâs goddamn proud of it.
Itâs his saving grace now. Infiltrating Oracleâs system took weeks, and he still wasnât able to look at or do anything important, but it was enough of an opening for his magic. He wormed his illusion through every single piece of bat-tech he could reach, whispering in their ear, Gotham needs you. The Justice League is fine. Gotham is where the problems are.Â
Weeks of work and sleepless nights, and he still doubts heâll be able to keep them from noticing anything for more than a few hours. Luckily, by that time Danny will be free and Tucker will be long gone from Gotham.
This confidence lasts until he brushes hands with another guy in the cafe. He can feel the bond snap into place, a soulmark crawling across his body. Tim Drake stares at him, eyes wide but sharp.Â
Tim Drake.
Red Robin.
Shit.
Time to see whether fighting ghosts extends to fighting humans, because he is not letting this asshole mess up Dannyâs rescue.
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The first thing Tim notices when he meets his soulmate is the rage in the manâs eyes.
Theyâre really pretty eyes. A bright, glowing gold, lined in kohl. Almost certainly a sign of magic.Â
They look at him like the man wants to turn him inside out and burn the remains. Timâs a little offended, beneath the shock and awe.
âFuck,â the man hisses. Timâs offense is starting to supersede his surprise. Heâs a catch, thank you very much.
He says as much. The man laughs, and itâs almost friendly. The cafe is empty. The people of Gotham have good instincts, and thereâs something in the air around this man that puts Timâs hackles up.
âYou know, I think thatâd be more believable if you hadnât started this.â
Timâs brow wrinkled. He felt like heâd remember starting something with his soulmate though? What was he supposed to have started, anyway? Saying âthisâ wasnât very specific.Â
He rolled and dodged to avoid the sudden lash of golden sand. Ah. A fight. He could do that. Figure out why his soulmate was angry later, defeat him now.
He reached up to call for backup and only got static.
Shit.
He was on his own. Time to show this bastard why underestimating a bat was a bad idea.
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