#she's pointing at herself cause she knows she's hot
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Love Fool
Nesta x reader
a/n: This didn’t go in the direction I was expecting, but oh well
Day 2 for @nestaarcheronweek : Metamorphosis
Warnings: mention of sexual assault, Nesta having ptsd from the cauldron, kind of hurt/comfort?
word count: 3,955
Sharp, grey eyes cut across the tavern, picking her out with ease, adorned in a dress of such deep purple it almost appears as an inky blue, velvet warm and inviting as it wraps around her body. Golden clips hold her hair back, thin and golden chains of jewellery sitting around her wrists, hanging from her pointed ears, mouth painted in a shimmery purple and gold.
Horrific beauty that never fails to reel in her attention, luring Nesta’s eyes over no matter who else may be in the room.
She feels bewitched, her heart not her own, her pulse heating whenever the female enters her vision, lips parting to allow air into her lungs. A few times her nails have grazed the pale skin of her chest, assuring herself she is still breathing. That the life hasn’t been pulled from her body without her knowing.
Grey eyes return to her cards, swiftly growing bored of the game. Her drink has been empty for a while, and none of the males hold even a suggestion of the blissful pleasure she’s searching for tonight. The kind that will take her away from the strange tightness in her chest whenever the female manages to pull another glance form her.
The game concludes, but Nesta gives no sign of choice between the males, each in silent competition with the other for a chance to bed her. And yet as they try to initiate conversation, eager to prove themselves worthy, already Nesta can feel that phantom presence shifting through the tavern, fighting to keep from looking—to affirm what she already knows.
Warmth settles at her side as the female slides into the booth, the proximity closer than anyone else has dared risk with her, a distance shared between women, then men have no access to. At least, not without effort.
There’s an intangible shift over the table, the atmosphere changing with the presence of fresh fruit pressed so appetisingly to an already appealing meal. Tantalising and irresistible to any male with hot blood in his veins. Nesta doesn’t believe the female at her side is oblivious to the change she’s caused with a simple movement, believes it was intentional to a degree. Her thoughts are confirmed when one of the males attempts to bring the fluid-bodied female in, switching his approach to what appears to be an easier catch. Unaware of the honey trap.
Remark after remark slips from his lips, accumulating into the suggestion that’s doubtlessly on all their minds, the nature shared between them, fallible and easily redirected with the allure of a hunger being satisfied, greed sticky and oozing from their rough features. It isn’t the first time Nesta’s overheard a proposition like this, but it’s certainly the first she’s so directly been included in, the male making little effort to conceal the explicit fantasy he already drools over.
And while the female at Nesta’s side has no obvious reaction other than a suggestive smile, eyes twinkling with sultry implication, Nesta catches the slight wrinkle to her nose as she returns “I doubt you have the coin to pay for a show like that”, and puts an end to the conversation.
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You watch as the males depart, understanding they are no longer welcome at the booth you’d commandeered.
Nesta’s empty glass twinkles in the low light, and you call someone over for a refill, enjoying how the liquid splashes in the hold, swirling around like a stormy sea until full. Instead of passing it to her however, you raise it to your own lips, drinking deeply to wash away the grubby looks the males had been trying to glue the two of you together with. Trying to wash away the foul taste in your mouth.
How Nesta finds the conviction to put herself through this each night is alarming to say the least. Her determination to punish herself is indeed remarkable, if not disturbing. But she makes no move to retrieve her glass, sitting alert at your side, cornered and confined to the darker parts of the booth.
The glass clinks on the table as you set it down, at last glancing to her, pinning her with your attention. Her grey eyes ice over, sharp and piercing as they search for a way in, to penetrate past your exterior. To find a soft spot to pry open with bladed words, jamming in the steel she holds within to fracture you, to push you away like every other person in her life.
“How was dinner last night?” You ask neutrally, the painted nails of your fingers grazing along the cold ridges of the glass, tracing the bumps and dips. “The usual,” she replies, quicksilver eyes darting between your own set at the amber liquid at the bottom of the glass. “Really?” You remark, with sarcastic surprise. “You know, that’s quite odd, because Mor tells me you haven’t been a single time in the last six months, so it really is quite impressive you’ve managed to elude her so thoroughly.”
Nesta’s lips purse, silver eyes glinting with something slightly other. “I didn’t realise it was any of your business—what I do in my personal life,” she replies coldly.
“It isn’t really. But you’re making it. You aren’t exactly subtle about your interests.” Her gaze shutters, a sure sign the comment had hit close to a nerve. “You can’t honestly tell me numbing yourself every night with sex and alcohol really works, Nesta,” you continue, speaking while you have her attention. “Whatever problem you’re running from won’t shrivel up and die if you leave it long enough. It’ll be waiting for your return.”
“You don’t know what you’re taking about,” she replies lowly, the edge of a snarl to her voice, and you flick your gaze over her, marking that while she makes no attempts to hide herself, a certain stiffness follows the sweep of your attention. Fighting to not shrink away. “I know grief when I see it,” you reply, taking another drink from her glass. Silvery eyes track your motions acutely, feeling their weight on your mouth as you take what she probably considers the last of her absolution.
The glass thunks upon the wooden table, a clear end to the conversation as you stand, gazing down at her. “It’s already been a long night,” you say idly, watching her from your higher position. “Retire with me. The dark can be dangerous, even in a city of starlight.” Her expression sours at the mention, resentment tucking itself between the slight dip of her brows, the subtle disgust shown in the crinkle around her pretty nose.
“Oh-so-powerful Rhysand can’t keep the streets tidy?” Nesta remarks, but it’s clear she’s trying to rile you. “Worry about yourself before speaking from the gutters,” you murmur softly, low enough fo no one to hear, vicious enough to put an end to her poisonous games. “I think you’re forgetting you’d be included in that cleanse,” you speak quietly, pausing, “at least, as you are.” Unless you change.
Nesta bristles, mercury swirling in her glacial eyes, glittering with something stinging and wrathful, before it’s smothered with self-destructive efficiency. But then she settles in her seat, pressing comfortably into the booth, gazing up at you. “And yet here you are, in these gutters too. A little hypercritical, don’t you think?”
“I will wander worse places if necessary.”
“How noble of you.”
You sigh, feeling fatigue beginning to weigh on you—a buildup of late nights spent keeping an eye on her, subtly, always finding your own company to make it less glaring. Shaking your head, you pin her with a cold look, one that thaws out against her own ice. “Aren’t you tired, Nesta?”
She’s quiet, features unmoving; unyielding. Growing colder, if possible.
“Come back with me,” you say, “start tonight, and by tomorrow you’ll have already taken the first step.”
But she allows herself no reprieve. No relief from the numbing poison.
Soaking in her nest of self-imposed sickness.
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After that initial confrontation, Nesta only becomes more aware of her presence. How she shines in the middle of rooms, sending shockwaves of laughter crashing down upon her own dim and quiet corners, so raging and wrathful they’re an effort to withstand. To weather.
Night after night she appears, without fail, stalking Nesta’s steps relentlessly with a drive that has her own conviction both growing stronger; more impenetrable, and pausing. On the verge of collapse.
There have been more times in the past month the female has approached her, trying to lure her away from the blissful deadening of her mutinous senses. Usually it’s a subtle dismissal of whatever group Nesta has aligned herself with for the night, a quiet send-off that leaves Nesta with the choice of either integrating herself into a new setting, or to leave for her cold, smelly bed. Usually though, she forges onward, a creature of habit that persists relentlessly, rotting in the dark, grimy corner of whatever establishment she’s chosen.
Nesta worries about that pull, though.
Every step echoes through her mind, every word reverberating through the numbed halls of her memories the next day.
Then there are the rare moments the female will make her intervention more blatant, more difficult to ignore. Her tone sharper than usual, her proximity closer, as if trying to physically force her way through the barrier Nesta has spent years carefully engineering.
On the worst nights, deep in the darkness after at last returning home, having stubbornly protested against leaving, her thoughts wander. Wonder what would happen if she allowed herself to be swept away. Wonder at the tension that warms in her chest with the female’s presence. And in the darkest, most liminal hours, in the utter silence of her small apartment, she sometimes wonders what it would be like to leave with her.
But leaving…going with her…
She would have to return here eventually, and she doesn’t want to crumble.
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You’re sipping on your drink, leaning against the wall of the tavern facing the street, when you hear a snarl louder than the others, loud enough to reach you despite the carefully thought out distance.
A male growl follows quickly, starving and angry, hissing with aggression, and your skin prickles with awareness. Attention sliding toward the alley Nesta had disappeared into a while ago.
Something thuds on the floor, like a barrel being pushed over, and the sounds of commotion follow, echoing off the brick walls. You turn into the alley, magic swelling at your fingertips, warming your skin as you pull it to the surface.
Nesta steadies herself, trying to dig her nails into the male’s face as he forces himself closer. Your blood pounds around your ears, picking up to a debilitating roar as muscle seizes, fury so cutting you’re nearly swept away in the current. But then your hand settles over his shoulder, and he’s vanished away, displaced to somewhere else. Somewhere you know he’ll be treated well.
Fear-dilated pupils meet your gaze, and you can hear her heart thundering against her ribs, the ragged huffs of breath as her chest rises up and down, the front ties of her dress disturbed, revealing more of her cleavage than usual, and that roar returns to your ears, fighting to calm yourself, to be steady for her.
“Are you okay?” You ask flatly, knowing what will happen if you allow a slip of emotion out. Nesta pants deeply, gaze flickering between you and where the male had been, eyes shuttering, pupils shifting and contracting with fear as she swallows. Then manages to nod.
Your lips purse, fury beginning to abate. Refocusing on the female before you. “You’ll probably stay in shock for a little,” you say quietly, keeping your voice even. “You might start to shake in a bit. Maybe a little nauseous too, but you’ll be okay. You’re safe now.”
Nesta swallows thickly, your attention marking the roll of her throat acutely, noticing the bite on her shoulder, your eyes lingering a little longer than is wise, emotion stirring in your chest. But again you push past it, inclining your chin a little. “Let’s get you back.”
Silver eyes dart about the alley before settling on you, assessing warily. But then she dips her head, pushing up from the wall, hands raising to the roughly tugged-free ties of her dress.
“I’m going to winnow us,” you tell her, keeping your statement clear and steady, speaking so she can process what you mean. She nods her head. “Okay.” Her voice is thick and slightly raw from panic, but mostly together.
Your hand encompasses her own, and darkness wraps around you, icy and startling as wind howls in the background before you’re delivered to the door of your own house, silently bringing her up the steps and guiding her inside. You take your time removing your outer layers, untying your shoes to give her time to process, before copying your actions, remaining quiet. Likely still in shock.
“Why are we here?” She asks at last, a shard of ice creeping back into her slightly shaky voice, “this isn’t my home.”
“It isn’t,” you reply calmly, turning to face her where she’s removing her shoes. It’s a good sign, at least.
But then she stands straighter, raising her gaze to yours, blank and unreadable. “I want you to take me back,” she states, “to my house.”
The two of you watch each other, wills pushing against one another, holding their ground.
“You’ve been through a lot,” you say at last, a touch quieter. “You should stay here for the night.” Nesta manages a shake of her head, slowly walling herself off. “Take me back to my house,” she says firmly, and you glare at her, hard.
When you don’t answer, she turns, making for the door, and panic jumps in your chest, making to reach for her before forcefully tugging yourself back. “Nesta,” you call sharply, having her stop, and you catch the tightness of her shoulders, the slight flinch of her body at the tone. But when she turns to face you, her features are cold and unreadable as ice, already withdrawn and harsh.
You gaze at her silently, brow furrowing a little. “Stay here,” you ask quietly, “just for tonight.”
Her eyes narrow a fraction, and you sense she’s about to speak.
“Please,” you murmur, watching her. “Please, Nesta. One night.”
Her icy gaze shutters, lips tightening.
But, “fine,” she mutters, turning away from the door.
Staying the night.
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“You can stay here,” you say, guiding her into the room adjacent to your own, a guest bedroom for people you’re more acquainted with. “There are clothes in the wardrobe over there, and a bathing room just through that door. You are the only one with access to it, so you’re more than welcome to use it.”
Nesta steps in behind you, entering the clean space, taking it in with clinical scrutiny as se analyses and examines each trunk, the wallpaper, the ceiling and windows, the rugs over the hardwood floor. “Is that everything?” She asks, turning to you.
“Do you need anything else?” You reply, leaning your back against the for frame, legs crossing at the ankles.
Her nose wrinkles, but instead of irritation rising up at the action, relief again cools your spine. She seems to already be returning to normal.
“I’ll manage,” she responds, a clear dismissal.
One you don’t follow, watching her a little longer.
Then you nod, glad she’s at least accepting help. “Okay.”
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You’re pulled awake, something tugging in your lower stomach, an urge to see her, to find her, to make sure she’s okay after the night.
But she’s probably asleep by now, so you don’t go. Judging by the colour of the sky, it’s been a few hours since she came back. She probably wouldn’t appreciate you checking in on her, either.
So despite the tension, the prickling of your skin, you abstain from checking on her.
Yet it seems like you’re being drawn to her room. Especially when a crackling shockwave passes through your lower body, skin tingling like water that’s been struck by lightening, oil frying in a pan, and you’re swiftly heading for the door, not bothering to even grab a night robe as you cross the hall for her chambers.
“Nesta?” You call, knocking, listening for noise. Another wave sizzles through you, and something thuds from behind the wood. You try for the handle, but she’s used the latch on the other side, locking herself away, and you knock again, louder. “Nesta, can you hear me?” You call, for the most part succeeding in keeping the panic from your voice, remaining calm.
Your sharp ears pick out a low, muffled groan, and your pulse spikes, winnowing inside.
“Nesta?” You call gently, scanning her borrowed chambers, eagle-eyes picking out how the bathroom door is ajar. You make for it swiftly, carefully opening it up as you again look around the room.
She’s hunched over the latrine, the floor wet, an empty bucket tipped over and on its side, the tap to the bath dripping as if hurriedly shut off.
She groans again, and you move forward, nimble fingers slipping beneath the burnished gold of her hair, pulling it gently from her face as she heaves, body convulsing as she retches, knuckles turning white as she grips the seat, muscles shaking. Your brows narrow in concern—nausea might have been expected, but not regurgitation.
Slowly, quietly, you crouch beside her, one hand holding up her hair, the other soothingly stroking down her back—gentle but firm motions, applied to calm and soothe. The trembling begins to fade, and she groans again, spitting out the foul taste, moving to wipe her lips on the back of her palm. You grab some of the roll, pulling away two sheets and offering them to her. Shaky fingers brush against yours, and she dries her mouth on the roll, getting the corners clean.
“Feeling better now?” You ask, releasing her unbound hair, soothing her shoulder. She tries to shrug you away, moving to sit upright, but her muscles give out, falling back against you. In the same moment you discard the roll, supporting her as she collapses, limbs too weak to hold herself up. She struggles, trying to move, but you wrap your arms more securely around her. “On three, okay?” You ask clearly, knowing how she’ll flare up if you allow even a tinge of concern into your voice. “One. Two. Three.”
The two of you manage to stand, stood close together, and another shudder passes through her. You increase your hold, making sure she won’t fall, keeping her nearby. “Careful of the water,” you murmur, helping to guide her out of the bathroom on her unsteady feet, aware of her light grip on you, nearly falling away with every step.
You sit her in one of the comfortable armchairs in the room, feeling as she gives a sharp breath, another shudder passing through, wracking her chest. Her arms make to wrap around herself, but they’re too weak, too tired, so she ends up placing them in her lap, leaning to one side of the seat.
You move, getting the faelights to turn on, then making for the bathroom. You refill the bucket, vanishing the water with half a thought, before taking a washcloth with you, returning to her.
“Have enough energy to clean?” You ask, setting the bucket down before moving to the wardrobe, retrieving a fresh nightgown for her to change into. You can smell the cold sweat on her.
She makes no move to change into the clothing you’ve given her, or even to grip them. Simply remains to one side of the chair, watching them vacantly. “Nesta?” You call, a touch quieter, moving to be at her side, wary of touching her.
Her silver eyes are rimmed with red, nose tipped in a similar colour, the tops of her cheeks and her upper lip gleaming faintly as you realise she’d been crying. The shudders the result of trying to keep quiet. Your shoulders slope, and you move slowly as you settle your hand over hers, letting her see the movement and choose whether to allow it. You squeeze her hand lightly, watching her silently.
“You’re safe, Nesta,” you say quietly from her side. “Nothing’s going to happen to you here.”
Her thin brows narrow, lips cutting down in the corner as her eyes take on a new gleam, looking wet.
“Where did he go?” She asks, voice raw and faint. Scratchy sounding.
Your lips press into a flat line, looking away briefly before returning to hers.
“Azriel knows what to do with people I send his way,” you answer quietly, marking the thick roll of her throat.
“He won’t be finding you again.”
You wait for some sort of reaction. For her skin to whiten, for a fresh wave of sickness to rise up her throat. But she just swallows, dipping her head in a slight nod, eyes moving to the clothing. “Will you help me?”
You nearly miss a breath, but manage to nod, still watching her. “I—… Yes. Yes, of course.” You turn, reaching for the washcloth, but she makes a noise in her throat, having you look at her, unable to conceal your concern. “I don’t…” she struggles, pupils dilating as she glances toward the pool of water, fear tinging her scent. “I can’t manage bodies of water,” she manages quietly, not meeting your eyes. “They remind me of the Cauldron.”
Your lips part on a silent breath, but then you nod, memorising the small piece of information. You should have realised. It looked like she’d been trying with the bucket before…maybe that’s what caused her stomach to upturn itself. That and the intense events of the night.
“Right,” you manage thickly, getting to your feet. “Do you…” You trail off, suddenly unsure in yourself. She swallows again, “can you just…just sit on the bed. While I change,” she mumbles.
Nodding, you move to the bed, sitting with your back to her. You aren’t foolish enough to offer aid with undressing her. She needs the reminder of her own autonomy right now, to known she can do things on her own.
The material rasps, and you’re unable to help the way your ears pick out the noises, assigning actions to each of them. Pale palms pushing her hair out of the way, trembling fingers undoing silky buttons, clammy hands pushing soft but now-dampened fabric away.
“Okay,” she manages, some strength back in her voice. You turn on the bed, seeing her stood the other side, dressed in fresh new clothes, crisp and clean, unbound hair cascading over her shoulders, down her front.
Nesta moves to take the bucket back to the bathroom, but you shake your head, standing. “Just settle into bed for now,” you say, already moving, “it’ll be morning soon, anyway. You should get as much rest as you can.” You think she might protest at first, but she nods after a pause, moving to the bed, pulling back the sheets and laying down.
When you return from the washroom, she’s tucked under the duvet, hair bundled beneath her head like a halo to prevent lying on it during the night.
You turn the faelight off, opening the locked door to let yourself out, pausing on the threshold. “I’ll see you in the morning, Nesta.”
She doesn’t make a sound, but you can clearly see her open eyes watching you from the dark.
“Call if you need anything,” you murmur, stepping away, bringing the door to a close.
“Sleep well.”
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Hi can you write a Melissa x reader with enemies to lovers, a true slow burn, and the reader only calls her ‘Schemmenti’ until the turning point where the reader finally calls her ‘Mel’? Thank you!
Hola! Here ya go! I have to say that it was fun, and I did not do an evil laugh at some point while writing this… 😏. Anyway, like I said previously, hope you’ll enjoy my period driven fics for the next week cause this one gots the smut too. (I regret nothing… I might in a week *shrugs*). Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!
On another note: I made a masterlist and I’m quite proud of it *does self five*. But then 5 minutes later the wifi craps out so I’ll be adding this one to it when it decides to work again as I need my laptop to do it. And if you want to be added to my taglist then let me know peeps!
Fine Line
Warnings: smut, I think there’s swearing but I’m too lazy to check
Words: 4.3k
You come storming in the break room and slam the door open, then proceed to stomp to the fridge. Melissa trails your movements and sees that you’re in a pissy mood this morning.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Melissa teases you.
You throw your lunch in the fridge and slam the door shut then go to the coffee machine.
“I don’t have the patience for you right now Schemmenti.” You snap at her. You pour the coffee in your mug.
“Are you alright dear?” Barb asks you and you sigh.
“Just a rough morning.” You tell her gently.
Melissa has always seen how both of you treat each other differently. You both have a short fuse and didn’t like each other from the start. You accidentally pissed her off one too many times during the week and you got mad and started arguing back at her. Now it’s a year later and it hasn’t changed.
Melissa eyes you and you catch it and glare at her before walking out of the break room and Melissa smiles. If Melissa was being completely honest, she doesn’t mind the little rivalry. She has fun with you and enjoys how hot you look when you’re mad at her.
You on the other hand want Melissa to just avoid you, you have no idea why she enjoys torturing you and you want her to leave you alone instead.
Melissa stops by your classroom on her way to the break room at lunch. “Have you simmered down at all?” She jokes to you and you roll your eyes.
“I have and then I see you and it goes right back up.” You retort back and Melissa smirks. “What are you doing here Schemmenti?”
“I work here.” She tells you and you huff in annoyance and glare at her.
“You know what I meant.” You snap a bit at her.
“I came to see you.” She tells you and you sigh. She likes to come see you before she goes on lunch everyday and quite frankly, today, you don’t have the patience for her. So you stand up and walk towards the door. Melissa sees you walking over and she unconsciously licks her lips.
“I already told you that I don’t have the patience today for you Schemmenti.” You tell her, then slam the door in her face and lock it. Melissa huffs then defeated, she walks to the break room. Melissa likes talking to you, she just doesn’t know how to without making you annoyed at her. She already admitted to herself that she has a crush on you and she wants you to see her as more than a rival and more than a friend too.
“How do I talk to y/n without her getting mad at me?” Melissa asks Barb in the break room and Barb is stunned by the question. She thought that you and Melissa were gonna wanna keep this rivalry forever.
“Why?” Barb asks.
“Because I want to try and be friends with her instead of enemies.” Melissa says and leans back and crosses her arms.
“Well you could start with not insulting and teasing her.” Barb starts.
“Everytime I try it seems like I just annoy her. Like she thinks I’m joking or playing with her mind.” Melissa says.
“Well you did get mad at her everyday for her first 2 weeks.” Barb reminds her. “Maybe start with an apology.” Melissa sighs, it’s worth a try and she stands up, grabs her lunchbox and yours from the fridge, then walks to your classroom.
When she gets to your door, she stands in front of it for a moment then knocks. You answer it a few seconds later, when you see Melissa there you go to close it again but she stops it with her foot. “I brought your lunch for you.” She tells you and holds up your lunchbox. You open the door and stare at her confused.
“Why?” You ask.
“Because it’s lunchtime and you should eat.” She simply tells you.
“Did you do something to it?” You ask and Melissa huffs.
“No, because I’m not 12.” She tells you and hands you your lunchbox. You take it and just stare at her confused. Melissa then walks to her classroom and continues to eat her lunch while grading some tests.
There’s a knock at her door and she gives a ‘come in’. She finishes grading the question and finally looks up and sees you standing there, looking at her curiously. “Yes?” She asks and you sigh.
“Why were you being nice to me?” You ask her and she drops her pen on her desk and lifts her glasses up to the top of her head.
“I just brought you your lunch, that’s all.” She tells you.
“But why?”
“Because you’re having a rough morning and you’d have an even worse day if you didn’t eat.” She tells you.
“And that’s all?” You ask her.
“Ya.” She says and you turn to leave but glance back at her.
“Thank you.” You tell her and she looks at you.
“You’re welcome hon.” She tells you and you close her door and leave to your classroom.
Melissa smiles after you leave. That’s the first normal conversation she’s had with you and you even thanked her. She thinks maybe now you won’t take everything she says the wrong way. When she thinks back on that thought, she thinks that it’s nice to have dreams.
You walk into the break room the next day in a better mood than yesterday and Melissa looks up and smiles at you.
“Morning.” She tells you and you look at her confused.
“What do you want Schemmenti?” You ask her and she sighs.
“Nothing, just saying morning to you.” She tells you and you eye her suspiciously but then continue with what you were doing.
After you leave the break room, Melissa sighs. “Everytime.” Melissa mutters.
“Wow, she really does take everything you say the wrong way.” Barb says beside her and she turns and glares at Barb.
“Really? I didn’t notice.” Melissa says sarcastically but Barb just smiles.
“Just because you brought her lunch one time doesn’t mean that reverses a year of rivalry.” Barb tells her and Melissa sighs then gets an idea and smiles. “What did you just think of?” Barb asks cautiously.
“That maybe I could bring her lunch more often, as in something that I made. No one says no to anything I make.” She says proudly and Barb looks at her sceptically. Barb then prays that this doesn’t end badly.
The next day, Melissa brings an extra lunch for you. You stay in your classroom during lunch again. You end up staying in your classroom during lunch quite often, mostly to avoid Melissa. You start to think you should pack food that doesn’t need to be refrigerated and keep your lunchbox with you in your classroom. You’re grading one of your students' homework when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” You say and finish what you’re writing then look up. Melissa is there with a smile on her face.
“Hi.” She says
“I was starting to think you forgot about me, bummer.” You tell her and her smile doesn’t falter. “What are you doing her Schemmenti?” You ask and she walks up to you.
“I brought you lunch.” She says and you look and don’t see your lunchbox.
“Then why isn’t my lunchbox with you?” You ask her.
“Because I didn’t bring your lunch to you. I brought something I made for you.” She tells you and you look at her surprised.
“What?” You deadpan.
“I made food last night, and brought some leftovers for you.” She says.
“Why?”
“Because I did.” She says and sets the food on your desk.
“I don’t want it.” You tell her.
“No one ever says no to anything I make.” She tells you.
“Well I’m saying no to you now.” You tell her.
“That’s because you haven’t tried it yet.” She tells you and crosses her arms.
“If I try it and still say I don’t want it then will you go away?” You ask and she nods. Reluctantly you sigh and take a bite. You go tell her to now leave then it hits your tastebuds and you freeze. It was good, like really good, the best food you’ve tasted. And now you reluctantly tell her no to the food and tell her to leave. “There, I tasted it and I’m still telling you to leave.” You say and she looks at you unconvinced.
“I saw you hesitate, you love it.” She tells you and you know you’ll have to admit you do like it but don’t want it here.
“Ok it was probably the best thing I ever tasted but I don’t want it or you here.” You tell her and she looks offended.
“Why?” She asks.
“Because in case it escaped you, I don’t like you and you don’t like me. We’ve been enemies since I got here since I was an easy target for you. So now, please leave.” You tell her and she looks defeated but takes her food and leaves.
You think she’d give up but she doesn’t, she’s very stubborn, but so are you. She brings you lunch for a week before you finally blow up at her.
“Brought you lunch again hon. Maybe you’ll actually have it today.” She tells you and you sigh and rub a hand on your temple. She walks in and your anger that’s been building all week finally lets go.
“MELISSA WILL YOU PLEASE STOP!” You say and she freezes. “I don’t want anything you make! What I do want is for you to leave me alone. Forever!” You say and she actually looks upset which catches you off guard but still stick to what you want. “I don’t want you to talk to me or to bring me food ever again. We’re co workers, nothing more.” You tell her and she lets out a huff then snatches her food.
“Fine.” She snips and starts walking out of your classroom. “Try to be nice and this is what I get.” She mutters. You hear it and you’re confused. She was trying to be nice? Wtf?
A month goes by and to your surprise, Melissa does leave you alone. She doesn’t even look your way anymore. She pretends you don’t exist and for the first week you actually like it. Then the second week hits and it turns out you miss the rivalry you had with the redhead. You keep glancing at her throughout the week and she keeps feeling like she’s being watched and looks up and you look away quickly. If Melissa ever catches you staring at her then she doesn’t comment on it.
After a month, you go to talk to her. You both have a prep second period so you go and knock on her door. “Come in.” You hear and you enter.
She glances up to see who it is and she does a double take. “What do you want?” She says with a bit of anger and sadness lacing it.
You close the door then turn around and face her. You don’t seem annoyed, she thinks, more frustrated about something.
“Did you mean what you said a month ago?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow.
“You’ll have to be more specific. I said a lot of things a month ago.” She says and you walk over and sit on one of the students desks.
“That you were trying to be nice.” You say and she looks stunned.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says.
“So it was true? You were trying to be nice?” You ask and she rubs her temple and nods.
“But why? You have been nothing but mean to me since I got here.” You state.
“I know.” She says. “At first it seemed like you just did everything wrong to make me mad but then I realised you didn’t know what you were doing and I was gonna stop but I found it a bit amusing to see your annoyed reactions. Then I wanted to stop fully 6 months later but you keep taking everything I say wrong. And I can’t say I blame you.” She says and you look at her stunned.
“What exactly are you saying Schemmenti?” You say and she quirks an eyebrow.
“You know last time you spoke to me, you called me Melissa.” She says and you look at her confused.
“I did?”
“You were telling me to get the fuck out and leave you alone but ya, you called me Melissa.” She says and you roll your eyes.
“Obviously an accident.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes at you.
“Well I don’t know about you but I want to put the whole rivalry to an end and maybe actually get to know each other.” She tells you and you look at her stunned.
“You do?” You ask and she nods. “You mean you don’t want to annoy each other again?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow again at you.
“Obviously we still will but more friendly this time. That’s if you want to possibly become friends.” She says cautiously and you smile.
“I think that could happen.” You tell her and you get off the desk. “Well I gotta get back and finish some grading or my students might revolt as I’m apparently taking too long to grade the tests, like I got nothing else to do.” You say dramatically and she giggles.
“Hey y/n.” She says and you look at her. “I’m sorry for how I treated you when you got here.” She tells you genuinely and you smile.
“I forgive you. And I’m sorry for how I treated you too.” You tell her.
“It’s alright, I would have reacted the same if I had someone being mad at me everyday.” She jokes and you laugh. You go to leave then glance back at her when you reach the doorway.
“See you around Melissa.” You tell her and she freezes and looks at you stunned. You smile at her and she smiles back at you.
“See ya around y/n.” She tells you. You nod, tap the doorway once and then leave. And for the first time in a month, Melissa feels hope with you.
A week goes by and you and Melissa stay true to your word. Everytime you enter the break room, she says good morning to you and you say it back to her. Barb looked at you guys suspiciously for a second, thinking she heard you both wrong. But after glancing at the trio, she realised she heard you both correctly, if the trio’s shocked expressions are anything to go by.
You come in at lunch everyday and you mostly go to the table and couch and do some work there while you eat. On Monday of the third week of you two getting along, she brought you a coffee while you did your work during lunch. You look up and smile and thank her.
“Whatcha working on hon?” She asks you and glances at your paper.
“Descriptions of their hero.” You tell her and you hand her the one you were grading.
“This is cute.” She says and hands it back to you.
“Ya, most of them chose their parents or a celebrity. But I got concerned when I read this one.” You tell her and hand her one of them. She reads it then laughs after a minute.
“I think this little one is on the right path to be a little Wednesday Addams.” She tells you and you laugh.
“Maybe that’s their goal.” You joke with her. And neither of you notice but everyone is looking at you two shocked.
When it comes to a month of you two actually being nice to each other, you realise you have feelings for her and you get annoyed at yourself. You just became friendly with her and now feelings had to get involved. The thing you have to realise is, is that there is a fine line between love and hate.
You start to ignore her a little bit, in the hopes of your feelings going away. They don’t though. And to make it worse, Melissa notices the change in how you treat her. She comes in your classroom during both your prep, without knocking , after a week of you ignoring her a bit.
“What’s going on with you?” She questions right away.
“Well hello to you too.” You joke.
“Hi.” She says and then sighs. “Now what is going on with you?” She repeats.
“What do you mean?” You ask.
“What do I mean.” She says with a chuckle and huffs. “I mean, why do you sometimes ignore me?” She asks and you sigh.
“I’m not.” You say and honestly, you don’t even believe yourself. Melissa crosses her arms and that unintentionally lifts her chest up a bit and you stare at her chest. She catches on to you staring and looks down to what you’re looking at. She looks back up, confused, until she puts the pieces together and she smirks.
“Why are you staring at my chest?” She asks and you snap out of your trance.
“What?” You ask and she walks towards you until she’s right in front of you.
“I said, why are you staring at my chest?” She repeats and you gulp.
“I- I wasn’t.” You say and she leans down and puts her hands on the arms of your chair, effectively giving you a view of right down her shirt. And you try to not stare at it, but the view of it is just too good not to stare.
“Do you like me y/n?” She asks you and you look up at her eyes. You see the curiosity and hope in them.
“I do ya.” You tell her and look down at your lap. She puts a finger under your chin and forces you to look back up.
“I like ya too hon.” She tells you and your jaw drops. She smiles warmly at you then closes your mouth with the finger still under your chin. Then she leans in and kisses you and your brain shuts down. She pulls back after a second and sees your reaction and laughs. “Did I make you short circuit?” She teases you and you stare. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She tells you and you snap of your very deep trance.
“What?” You ask and she giggles.
“I made you short circuit didn’t I?” She repeats and you nod embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed, it actually makes me happy I have that kind of effect on someone.” She tells you.
“Mel, you’re stunning, of course you have that kind of effect.” You tell her dramatically.
“Oh I’m stunning am I?” She asks you and you nod. “And you called me Mel.” She says and your eyes widen.
“Sorry Melissa.” You tell her.
“No, go back to Mel. I like it.” She tells you and you blush. You still have the view of down her shirt and you rub your thighs together. She notices and she smirks. She then casually sits on your lap with her legs on the sides of the chair and kisses you. You kiss her back this time and she smiles in the kiss. She makes out with you for about 5 minutes then you buck your hips and she pulls back and stands up and you whine. “Patience you. How about you come back to my place after?” She says and you nod with a smile. “Perfect now, hand me your phone.” She says and holds her hand out. You give her a confused look and she smiles. “So I can give you my number.” She tells you and you scramble to get your phone out and then give it to her. She giggles as she takes it then puts her number in and texts herself. “Great, now we have each other’s numbers. See ya tonight.” She tells you with a wink then hands you your phone back then turns and leaves.
She gets a text from you not 5 minutes later.
You: was your plan for me to not be able to concentrate the rest of the day?
Mel: Possibly
Mel: Did it work?
You: Possibly
Mel: see you tonight right after school.
Mel: *sends address*
You: can’t wait
Mel: don’t touch yourself! I know I left ya hot and bothered
You: Ffs
Melissa smiles at that then you both continue out the day. Of course she can’t resist teasing you. Like sending you winks whenever she sees you, touching your thigh when she comes to join you on the couch during lunch, pressing you up against the wall during… oh wait, that last one was in your daydream.
When you get to her place though, that daydream comes true. As soon as you walk in through the door, she closes it, slams you against it and kisses you roughly. She then trails down to your neck and immediately sucks it. You think she’s trying to be quick about this with the pace and intensity she’s doing it at.
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this with you.” She says between kisses on your neck.
“How long?” You ask curiously and out of breath.
“About 6 months.” She says and you gasp, from shock of her answer and pleasure of her sucking your neck again. She then pulls your top off and inclips your bra then taking that off of you. She stares at you with a smile then cups your breasts and leans in to you. “6 months I’ve held off wanting to kiss you.” She says and starts moving her hands in a circle, causing your breasts to move a bit and your nipples get played with at the same time. “Now that I have you, I’m not holding back. Especially since you were ignoring me for a week.” She tells you and you groan.
“It’s because I realised my feelings for you, and we just started to be friends and I thought if I ignored you, my feelings would go away. But they didn’t.” You tell her and she smirks.
“I don’t care for the reason Bella. Just know that you’ll get properly punished.” She tells you with a low pitched voice and you shiver. While you were distracted, she pulls down your pants and underwear at the same time, you step out of them and she spreads your legs. You finally clue in to what she’s about to do. “Mel, shouldn’t we go to your be-.” And what you were about to say was cut off with a gasp from you as she goes and sucks your clit hard, right away. You get close to an orgasm and you hold on to her head and lean against the wall so you don’t fall down. but once you come, you collapse. Luckily she catches you as she knew you’d fall. She then picks you up and carries you to her bedroom and places you on the bed with a pillow under your head. You’re still blissed from your orgasm that you don’t realise that she’s out of view until she comes back. You look and your brain shuts down again. She comes back completely naked and wearing a strap.
She crawls on the bed and kisses your lips, you taste yourself on her and you moan. While kissing you, she grabs the strap and gently slides it in through your entrance and you squeak into the kiss. She gives you a second to adjust then she goes and moves in and out of you quickly and hard. You start gasping and moaning and she does check in with you. “Is this ok?” She asks and you nod.
“Yes, ple-please d-don’t stop!” You tell her and she smiles. She puts one of your nipples in her mouth and you come again 20 seconds later. She doesn’t stop though and you’re over sensitive as you already came twice.
“I still have to come baby.” She tells you and you whine. You end up coming again and then she comes right after. She stops immediately and leans her head on your shoulder and catches her breath. Then she pulls out of you gently and flops over beside you on her back. She takes the strap off and grabs the Kleenex on her nightstand. She cleans both of you then spoons you. You shift so that you’re on your side so you can spoon properly. She leans up a bit and kisses your forehead then lays back down and pulls you in closer to her.
“I really enjoyed that.” You tell her and she giggles.
“Good, I’m glad.” She says and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Didn’t know you’d be so intense.” You tell her and she laughs.
“Well I guess a week of being ignored would do that.” She says and you laugh. You turn around in her arms so that you’re face to face and she smiles at you. “Hi beautiful.” She tells you.
You smile back at her. “Hi Mel.” You say. “This wasn’t a one time thing right?” You ask cautiously.
“Of course not. I want to do it again. For as long as you’ll have me.” She tells you and you smile.
“Well I guess unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.” You tell her teasingly.
“Oh, I’m so unlucky that I have to wake up to this beautiful face every morning.” She says and boops your nose and you giggle. You then nuzzle into her neck and fall asleep. She wraps an arm protectively around you and falls asleep as well.
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I don't know how much of a hot take this is but Rui is probably the most childish WxS character.
Okay that's not exactly it but in my opinion his character arc surrounds him embracing his inner child, his own emotions and "selfishness" which contrasts with Emu.
Emu in a way struggles similarly to Rui, she struggles with her emotions and feels insecure at not being mature enough however their trajectory in my opinion is different.
Emu learns to grow up in her own way, knowing she can't detach herself from her "childish self" she's learned to understand how valuable it is.
Rui in some ways can be seen as the opposite of Emu at first in term of attitude, he's incredibly "mature". He speaks formally both in tone of voice and just way of speaking. Under the surface he seems like he has his emotions under control.
However it couldn't be further from who Rui actually is
He has so so many feelings, he often just doesn't either realize or he ends up repressing it due to a fear of what would happen if he let it out.
Because he always lived repressing what he truly wanted, living as a shell of himself for so long cause he didn't allow himself to feel.
Him getting angry in smile of a dreamer, his feelings of love for wxs or obviously the disbandement arc.
The disbandement arc was the first step in him maybe finally accepting his feelings but...I don't think it was enough.
He still thinks of himself as greedy and selfish though he's not berating himself as much anymore that thought is still in his head. Even with the support of Miku in WL he only weakly agrees with her.
In the end, he still hasn't told WxS about Asahi. Nene told him that it was okay, that he could speak about it when he finally felt comfortable and we see he still hasn't reached that point yet.
(Also this is pjsk so I don't think Rui repressing his feelings is gonna stop anytime soon)
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Skinny Dipping | Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Request: from anon
Warnings: a small mention of being high. Poor description of getting naked
Word Count: 809
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It was date night for Eddie and Y/N. They had gone out for dinner and a movie, and now Y/N is wrapped in Eddie’s arms in the back of his van on the property of his drug supplier. Reefer Rick was currently in prison, but he didn’t mind Eddie using his home. He had trust in Eddie, his most dependable and reliable dealer. The back doors were opened wide, revealing a stunning view of Lovers Lake.
The lake is illuminated by the full moon, making the small waves glisten like diamonds. The summer heat had them both hot and sweaty. They’d been silent for the last ten minutes, just soaking up each other’s presence as they came down from their highs, Metallica playing quietly in the background.
Y/N is staring out at the lake, her hot, sweaty back pressing up against his equally hot, sweaty chest. At this point, the black crystal water was inviting her in. She’s annoyed with herself for not thinking to bring a swimsuit. But then she has a lightbulb moment. It was not something she had considered before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
She pulls away from Eddie, causing her favorite metal head and Dungeon Master to groan.
“What are you doing?” he asks, slightly frowning in confusion as she climbs out of the van and away from him. “Where are you going?”
She smirks and turns to face him as she reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. She responds, letting her skirt drop to the ground and stepping over it, “For a swim.”
“There’s nothing for us to swim in,” Eddie states the obvious.
“I know,” she smirks, her top quickly joining her skirt, leaving her in deep red lace underwear and a matching bra. She knows it’s Eddie’s favorite set . While she reaches behind her back to unclip her bra, he raises an eyebrow and licks his top lip like he always does when he’s considering something, as he takes her all in.
“Are you going to join me or sit there and stare at me like some pervert?” she teases, sliding the bra straps down her arms as she removes the lacy garment.
“I’m a pervert only for you.” He leaps from the van and pulls her into his arms, kissing her vehemently. “I can’t let my girl go in the water by herself,” he murmurs against her lips.
She returns his kiss with a giggle and runs her hands under his Iron Maiden shirt, his Hellfire Club one being among the dirty laundry in his room. They break the kiss just long enough for Y/N to lift Eddie’s shirt off him. As soon as his shirt hits the ground with her clothing, he hastily returns his lips to hers. She takes his belt off and undoes his jeans as he kicks off his shoes. She pulls his jeans and underwear away from his hips. He shuffles out of them, brushing his rough hands against her soft skin and hooking his fingers into the side of her underwear, pulling them down her legs.
She takes a step out of her underwear and kicks them to where their clothes are. She smirks as she ends the kiss. “I’ll race you to the water.”
She doesn’t give him time to prepare as she sprints for the water. As she steps into the lake, the cold water instantly cools her down. She lets out a surprised gasp and laughs as Eddie lifts her up and carries her deeper into the water. As the water gets deeper, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Eddie kisses her again, this time softly, as they both float in the water, wrapped in each other’s arms. She had never looked more beautiful to him. Her eyes glistened like the water around them; a bright smile formed on her lips; her skin was shiny and smooth; and the expression on her face was one of pure happiness.
“I fucking love you so much,” he says, his voice soft and meaningful, his big beautiful brown eyes locked on hers. He had never felt such love before they started dating. It always surprises him that someone like her could love him back. They started dating in his first senior year, which was also her senior year. He couldn’t understand why she had stayed with him for so long.
He was a third-year senior, the town’s freak, because he didn’t conform to what society expected of him. He was a drug dealer, a fantasy nerd, and a rebel. He had no idea what she saw in him, despite the fact that she had told him numerous times why she loved him.
“I love you too, Eddie,” she responds, kissing him.
The rest of their night was spent in total and utter bliss.
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Propaganda
Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege
Jean Seberg (Breathless, Saint Joan)— Some of us watched À bout de souffle as a lil French undergrad and had the trajectory of our lives changed by Jean Seberg. She IS French new wave!! She is the moment!! She sadly had to work with a lot of shitty directors in her career but even so, she has this magnetic energy whenever she’s on screen. In her personal life, she was also very supportive of civil rights causes, and was even targeted/harassed by the FBI for financially supporting the Black Panther Party.
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Ava Gardner:
Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.
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HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.
I literally gasp every time I see her.
Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.
Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.
Jean Seberg:
anyone who plays Joan of Arc is kind of hot by default tbh
she's gorgeous, she's cool, she has the original blond pixie cut
She donated a lot of her money to civil rights organizations such as the NAACP and the black panther party as well as Native American school groups, as a result of this the fbi ran a smear campaign against her and a surveillance campaign which is thought to have led to her suicide tragically.
idk if this is propaganda but the COINTELPRO and the FBI are widely blamed for her death. If the FBI was after her for supporting the Black Panther Party you know she was good
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big girls do(n't) cry | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: reader x charles leclerc
charles' gf just can't seem to catch a break
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leclercbaby: so charles is racing in miami and y/n is out spending his money with her friends?
ynandcharles: you know she has a job right? and a life outside of charles?
charlesdefender: let's not pretend her little writing gig covers all of this shit
charles_leclerc: lovely lady
yourinstagram: why thank you my dashing gentleman
ferrarigirl16: imagine dating an elite athlete and smoking? it's so gross charles needs to drop her asap
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charles_leclerc: friday feeling in monaco 🇲🇨
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babygirlpierre NO Y/N ??? DON'T GET ME EXCITED
holacarlos55 do you people not have jobs or ?
yourusername what do they put in the water in monaco woooooof
charles_leclerc says the tall glass of water herself
justleclercthings let's not pretend that her missing his home gp isn't a HUGE deal omg
lordperceval i usually don't care about wag drama but like ... we all know y/n is the worst wag, right? she hardly comes to races, is always spending his money with her friends and is smoking as if he doesn't need to be in top condition?
likedbypierregasly you might have a point
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yourusername: you didn't think i'd forgotten about monaco, did you?
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cl16x mother back to mothering as she should
charlesstan okay well some of y'all are real quiet now
charles_leclerc wouldn't be a monaco race without you (and your stray cats)
yourbff since we're staying at your house i'll keep what i wanted to say to myself
yourbff2 meow bitch
yourusername don't pretend you don't love us
peargasly why can't she go anywhere without her friends it's so weird
pierregaslight because she obviously has no friends in the paddock any time the camera goes to the ferrari garage no one is ever with her
grussy63 she seems super annoying idk what charles sees in her
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howdyricciardo so everyone who gets on her ass when she can't go to races but where's the same energy for charles now - we all know they have the week off cause he's on holiday with pierre.
landonowins it's such a double standard
number16 i still think she's bad for charles her actually doing her job won't change my mind
charlesbaby can't wait for the day when she won't be on this page anymore
perceval16 these comments ... they're on every post i really think charles needs to say something at this point, he's just hanging y/n out to dry
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yourbff: since no one else will, LISTEN UP SLUTS!!! this girl is the most talented and kind-hearted girl in the whole entire world. ANYONE would be lucky to be with her, so it honestly BAFFLES my mind that those blessed enough to be with her are so silent when his so-called fans rip a person they do not know apart on social media. i say this sincerely GET A LIFE!!! also she's the sexiest girl in the world and could have literally anyone she wants so PICK UP THE SLACK OR we'll activate operation hot girl summer - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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yourusername i love you all so much - platonic soulmates for real
danielricciardo @charles_leclerc
charlieleclerc oh wow charles just got humbled
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charles_leclerc: i've not been the best of boyfriends in recent weeks, so it is time i say my piece. y/n is the most talented, patient and beautiful individual i have ever met and i won't stand for her being attacked on social media by my "fans". you are not a fan of mine if you attack my girlfriend. i love her and nothing an anonymous comment can say will ever change that. you attack her for not "supporting" me enough and yet none of you know anything from behind the scenes (not that you should need to), if anything i have been the unsupportive one. i love y/n so so much and i will do anything to make sure she knows it. please stay out of our business.
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yourusername: he's mine. cry more.
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lilacleclerc i love them so much PARENTS
danielricciardo WHOOP TELL EM'
charles_leclerc love you too baby
yourusername i love you more
landonorris mic drop
myloveleclerc finally !!!
dutchlion i'm so glad he finally said something - and also me if i were a wag CRY MORE
note: bit of a random one but alas i hope y'all enjoy
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RIDE ME!
synopsis: (cowgirl! au) what's better than riding a horse? a cowgirl.
featuring: navia, dehya, shinobu, clorinde, beidou, arlecchino
rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)
warnings: sub! afab fem reader, strap ons, riding, reader on top for the most part, teasing, strap ons refered to as c.o.ck and other synonyms, pet names, possessiveness, jealousy, potential poor translation of french from google translate (navia), slight cunnilingus (shinobu), size kink (beidou), handcuffs (clorinde), degradation (clorinde, arlecchino), usage of whore/slut (clorinde, arlecchino), captor x prisoner dynamic (arlecchino), belly bulge (beidou), may be ooc.
art credits: black lagoon
NAVIA
“Oh my, your cute little legs are shaking so much, ma cherie!*”
Navia giggles to herself when you find yourself panting and struggling to take all of Navia’s length inside of you. The thick toy causing your throat to tighten and whine, because Navia just had to pick something so damn big and long to shove up your pussy.
“N-Navia…” you grit through your teeth, some of the air knocking out of your lungs when the woman suddenly bucked her hips forward. “Yessss?” She replies nonchalantly, a smug look on her face when she sees the way you were struggling to properly ride her. “Did’ya…have to choose the biggest toy you could find?” You groan while glaring down at her sarcastically.
“Oh honey, stop complaining…” Navia giggles, grabbing your hips and ripping a moan out of you when she begins bouncing you on her own. “You’re a big girl, so you can take a big dick on your own, hm?”
With each riveting thrust, Navia had you bouncing on her hips like you were some excited little bunny, a look of pure satisfaction on the cowgirl’s face when she got an up close view of your pussy swallowing her cock each time you moved up and down. The sight was utterly breathtaking for the legendary cowgirl of your town, and you saw that she was in fact drooling a little bit from the way your cum was dripping down her shaft.
“Oh, baise-moi, tu es si belle*.” Navia mumbled under her breath, eyes glazing over in a mesmerized way. “I can’t believe you’re mine…”
She chuckles at the way your body twitches from the constant hammering of her hips, so she decides to cut the tension a bit by grabbing her cowgirl hat lying on top of the night stand and placing it over your eyes.
“There, now you look like a proper cowgirl.” Navia giggles, clutching your hips and smiling at the way her oversized hat tilts forward to cover your eyes. “Now ride me properly, you silly cowgirl. No horse is too big for you to tame…”
She lets out another cheery smile and continues to brutally thrust her hips at that.
English translations taken from Google Translate: *my love, *fuck me, you’re so beautiful
DEHYA
“(Chuckle), is the princess unable to tame this bull on her own?”
Dehya smirks cockily at the way you trembled like a leaf on top of her, the look of pure determination on your face as you attempted to get all seven inches of her strap deep inside you. You would’ve gotten all of it fitting snugly by now, but Dehya had been teasing you for the entirety of your session, smirking and gently patting your hips in a condescending manner, that really had you distracted to the point you struggled greatly with even fitting the first few inches.
“Oh, princess…” Dehya chuckles, eying the way your pussy was just drooling over her shaft like it was trying to lube itself as much as it could. Probably because it needed that much lube in the first place, and the sheer amount of precum you were excreting was enough to make your ears go hot in shame. “I’ve never seen you produce so much slick without orgasming, darlin’”
“Shut up…!” you whimpered, giving Dehya a snarky glare. “I’m not used to riding you on top!”
“It’s really not that hard, babe,” Dehya sighs, rolling her eyes playfully. “Trust me, riding a woman is a lot easier than riding a bull, and I know from both experiences.” She clicks her tongue and winks at you. “So why don’t you give it another shot, come on, I know you can do it.”
She gives you an encouraging pat on the ass and leans back, making sure to stretch her stomach a little bit so her abs could shine under the sunset’s rays. The sight of Dehya looking so relaxed and confident in you gave you the little boost you needed to ease up and slowly slide down to the hilt.
With a strangled gasp, you let out a pretty little whine that made Dehya practically groan with pleasure. “Such a pretty noise you made there, princess,” Dehya husks, trailing one of her thumbs to push at your clit. “Can you make more? You’re usually singing like a canary by now…”
She chuckles and helps you ease down the rest of her cock, noting the tiny twitch in your legs as you struggle to ground yourself to reality. “Ah, poor thing’s all tuckered out just from sitting down,” Dehya grins, sitting up slightly to whisper in your ear. “Would you like this bull to help ride for you?”
When you were unable to respond, feeling too unbearably full from her cock, Dehya smirks and shifts her hands to rest on your hips. “I guess that’s a yes from the pretty little lady.”
Holding you close to her muscled body, she begins to thrust upwards at a brutal place, tip hitting so deep inside you it had you bouncing till you weren’t even moving on your own…
SHINOBU
“Having difficulty, sweet thing?” Shinobu whispers in that raspy voice of hers, eyes glinting forwards at you like a cat, as she watches the way you involuntarily jerked at her thrusts from her strap on pounding inside you. Shinobu was by no means a gentle woman of any kind, yet when it came to you, the sweet darling bachlorette of small town Inazuma, the outlaw was considerably generous to you, given by the fact that she could wreck your delicate pussy at any time she wanted.
With that in mind however, Shinobu was being awfully patient with how long it took for you to adjust to her strap. The toy was not even breaking five inches, yet when you tried to stuff it inside you from the top —eager to ride Shinobu like a first time rodeo gal— you almost cried from the sheer stretch you felt of her shaft spearing you open.
“Oh, baby…” Shinobu hummed to herself out of pity, reaching a hand forward to ease your walls a little more by playing with your clit. “You gotta loosen up, babe. I’m about to slip right out again if you’re this tight right now…”
“S-Sorry…” you grimaced, trying desperately to get your body to relax. “I don’t know why it won’t go in…”
“You’re too tense, babe.” Shinobu chuckles, pulling her bandanna down to slip her long tongue out to lick at her teeth. “Do you want me to help you? I certainly can, all you need to do is ask…”
With the way she was licking her teeth seductively and showing off her impressively long tongue, you felt your cunt drip a bit more as just the sight of it had you drooling out of arousal. “Yes please,” you mumble softly, letting Shinobu lift you off her cock and place you back down on the bed. She eased herself lower so that she was now eye level with your cunt, and began licking slow, languid strokes with her tongue until she was able to see your folds loosen up a bit.
“Atta girl…” Shinobu mumbles breathlessly, gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming and pressing deep nail indents into your skin. “Tastier than any ambrosia they serve at that damned bar…”
She groans and pulls you down to kiss at your stomach, playfully nipping the skin right above your belly button before staring up at you hungrily.
“Do you still wanna ride me, doll?” She asks in a husky tone.
You shake your head no.
“Tch, spoiled girl…” she grins and raises your legs up on her shoulders so that she can angle her strap to fuck you. “You should be grateful I’m so lenient on a sweet thing like you…”
And with that, she has you clawing at the sheets as the outlaw prods her tip through your folds…
CLORINDE
“What a naughty girl, unable to keep your hands to yourself…”
Sheriff Clorinde smirks to herself as the jingle of your handcuffs move with every bounce you take on Clorinde’s strap. The sheriff having chosen a curved, purple dildo as a strap for you to ride on, as this was your punishment for provoking the sheriff while on duty for patrol.
How did you provoke her you may ask? Well, let’s just say parading around in a short skirt, casting flirtatious winks at the gunslinger and whispering how much you wanted her to destroy you was a one way ticket to pound town with Clorinde and your hands bound together with metal cuffs.
“But Sheriff, I was only vying for your attention…” you pouted, whining when you felt her hands grip your ass and keep you seated downward on the smooth, warm, toy.
“Vying for my attention, you say?” Clorinde raises a brow, tugging on the chain between your cuffs so that you’d suddenly lurch backwards with a yelp. “Nearly the entire town saw the way you were crooning for me. Don’t you have any shame?”
She gave a particularly hard thrust at the word shame, grinning to herself when she saw the way you began leaking all over the toy and crying. “What’s wrong you needy girl, have you sprung a leak?” She teases, trailing a finger down to scoop up some of your essence. “Weren’t you whining for my attention earlier? Come on, where’s that excited spark I saw earlier…”
She continues to roll her hips —albeit at a slower pace— before tilting her head up at you and sighing. “You know better than to make me jealous, sweet thing.” She sits up to whisper in your ear and holds your waist a little tighter. “Navia, Furina, and practically all the cowgirls in town had seen you parading yourself in such ludicrous ways. Only I have the pleasure of seeing you, alright?”
She grunts and begins to roll her hips a bit faster, practically grinding into you to the point all you could feel down there was Clorinde’s strap rearranging your insides.
“Clorinde…” you gasped when she suddenly pulled you forward to place a delicate little kiss on your mouth, completely contrasting the way she was currently pummeling you with her cock till all you could see were stars.
“That’s sheriff to you, slut.”
BEIDOU
“Well damn, I didn’t know a gal as sweet as you could take a cock this well…”
Beidou laughed as she rested back on the bed frame and placed her arms behind her head. She looked as relaxed as can be while she watched the prettiest girl in town —that’d be you— lazily bounce on her strap with determination. Usually the rugged cowgirl would be on top of you, molding your body to fit hers as she pounded her cock to the oblivion, but this time you wanted to try something different. Something you always wanted to do ever since watching Beidou wrangle some of those wild horses.
“I admit, when you first asked to ride me, I didn’t think you were serious,” Beidou sneers, “But after seeing how determined you are, it seems like you’d make quite the good cowgirl if you keep this up.”
She smiles and tilts your chin up to look at her, an endearing grin on the cowgirl’s face as she continues letting you “take the reins” so to speak.
“Like I’d ever want to ride a horse though,” you chuckle jokingly, barely hiding a moan as it slips past your lips. “I’d rather just tame a woman…”
“You already did, darlin’” Beidou smirks, pushing you down a little further till there was a slight bulge in your stomach from her cock. “You could tame any woman out here if you could, ya little rascal…”
Your body involuntarily shuddered when you felt her tip push so deep inside you, the ridged edges of her strap feeling so good against your walls, as they milked her for everything that she was worth. “Gentle now…” you groaned, feeling stuffed to the brim from the way she was handling you. “Is this how you treat all the ladies you bed with?”
“No, just this lady.” Beidou chuckles. “Am I too rough?”
“Not…exactly.” You whimpered, steadying yourself as Beidou bucks her hips a bit harder. “I just need to get used to it, that’s all…”
Beidou smiled softly at this, before murmuring a curse under her breath and pushing her bangs back in amusement. “Oh fuck me little lady…you’re absolutely precious…”
She can’t stop herself from grinning before grabbing your hips and helping you bounce up and down her shaft. At the extra pressure and boost in speed, you nearly creamed yourself and cried while Beidou kept you upright in her arms.
“Well if you’re so lenient on me being a bit rougher, then perhaps I shouldn’t be so gentle on you anymore, little lady…”
And she kept her word, having you eyes roll back in bliss as she leans forward to suck a nipple into her mouth.
ARLECCHINO
“Tch…I see why that small town of yours was so angry at me for taking you…” Arlecchino husks, the smoke from her cigar fogging up your senses while you sit upright on her lap with her cock buried inside you. “You’re quite the sight for sore eyes, aren’t you?”
She slips the cigar out of her mouth and puts it out on the ashtray beside her, blowing some smoke into your face and watching as you grimace and cough with a frown. “Sensitive too,” she remarks, smirking and caressing your face with the sharp nails you were oh so terrified of.
“A-Anyone would grimace if they had smoke blow back in their face…” you grunt, glaring down at your captor while you rode her strap with need. “It’s rude to do that anyhow, y’know.”
“I think you’re forgetting I’ve done much ruder things,” the bandit leader chuckles with amusement. “For example, kidnapped you and kept you for ransom. Isn’t that much worse than blowing smoke in your face, doll?”
Your face scowled down at her and she only grinned at the way you were pouting. “Oh, don’t make that face sweet thing. It’s not like I have you tied up and chained to a post in the desert. You willingly came in here to fuck me, so don’t act so innocent now…”
She flashes you a sneering look before moving her hips a bit rougher so that you could really feel how hard and perfect her cock felt inside you. The way your lips part and glisten with barely contained drool had Arlecchino stroking her ego faster than you could come undone. The sight of your town’s prized jewel now drooling and riding her cock with pathetic need was sending the bandit leader into another state of superiority.
“Oh how I wish that sheriff of yours could see you now,” Arlecchino chuckles, “Clorinde was it? My, she was seething at the way I had you gripped in my arms. She looked like she would shoot me dead right on the spot if I hadn’t been carrying you.”
She was on a power trip, a glistening of madness in those red, X-shaped pupils of hers, as she began bouncing you harder against her strap.
“You like that though, I know. A whore like you just loves being the center of attention amongst all those rugged cowgirls…”
She scoffs and sits up to bite a hickey onto your neck, enjoying the way you squirmed and clung onto her shoulders immediately once you felt her teeth on your skin.
“Tell you what, once that sheriff of yours comes up with the sum of money I want, you send her back a little message for me, m’kay?” She growls and practically grips your ass into her clawed hands. “I want you to show her every little bite, hickey, and scratch I leave on your body, so she knows you had fun with me in my tent. Got it?”
You nodded enthusiastically before whining at the way she was now speeding her thrusts.
“Good whore.”
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i'll look after you | charles leclerc
prompt: everyone close to y/n is worried. she doesn't eat or drink enough and those are two extremely important things, especially this weekend. she will be racing in qatar at all time high temps. most worried is her best friend and teammate lando and secret boyfriend charles leclerc
warnings: discussions about not eating/ taking care of self, angst, fluff, cursing, injury, throwing up?, fear, fluff
No one expected Qatar to be so hot. Y/n stepped off of the plane, sweatshirt and sweatpants immediately causing her to sweat. She put her sunglasses on. “Who would’ve thought it would be this hot in the morning?”
Her teammate Lando Norris responded, “Not me.” He pulled at the front of his black t-shirt. She wiped the sweat off of her forehead before climbing into a car. “Hey.” He tugged on her sleeve to get her attention.
“Yeah?” She looked away from the window.
“Are you alright?” He frowned. “You’ve just been off. You seem tired and-” He looked down at her figure, “have you been eating enough and drinking? If it's this hot on Sunday you’re gonna need to be fully nourished.”
“I’ve made the weigh-ins every weekend, so don’t worry, I’ll get us points.” She snapped.
“That's not why I’m worried.” He shook his head. “I want you to be alright.”
The start of the weekend had been more peaceful than usual. Media had less sexist questions, the car felt good, and y/n had been more open to eating. She kept her head down as she went to her first meeting after FP3. She sat across from her trainer as he slid her a vegetable plate across the table. “Eat.”
“You’re wasting my time.” She glared at him. “I thought this was an actual meeting.”
“It is.” He nodded. “I need you to eat and drink as much as possible these next few days. This race is going to be so hot, you’ll lose a lot of water and a lot of weight. I know how serious you are about your racing and with your lap times these past three practices you have a good chance at qualifying front row.”
She sighed, staring down at an unappetizing plate.
“Just take it to your driver's room with you and take a cold shower.” He pleaded.
“Okay. I will.” Y/n agreed. As she stood up her phone pinged.
Charles: Come to my room?
Y/n: Sure.
She managed to subtly sneak herself into Ferrari hospitality and into Charles’ drivers room. “Hi.” She smiled shyly.
“Hi.” He hugged her before kissing her lightly on the cheek.
“Lucky, you’ve gotten to shower.” She smelled his freshly washed hair, a comforting smell. She watched him as he glanced at the plate of food in her hand.
“Let's eat.” He smiled, grabbing the plate from her and placing it on a table, ushering her to sit.
“I’m not very hungry…” She breathed. “I would really love a shower though.”
“We’ll shower after I see you eat a bit.”
She took a bite of celery with hummus. Charles brushed a piece of her hair behind her hair, his movements so faint it tickled. He had convinced her to eat a few more vegetables before she decided it was time to wash herself off. He stood up with her, hand on her waist, ready to guide her to the bathroom. “Is it okay if I shower alone?” She whispered, touching his hand. “I’m just really tired and I need a cold shower and I know how you feel about those.”
Excuses to keep him away. “That’s fine.” He smiled. She smiled back at him, a hint of a sparkle. “Can we talk about something after you get out?”
“What is it?” Her smile flickered.
“M’just worried about you.” He cupped her face in his hands. “This is going to be a tough race.”
“Why are you acting like I can’t do it?” Y/n shook her head, feeling betrayed.
“It’s not that you can’t do it! It’s that you’re not taking care of yourself!”
“Whatever, Charles.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m going to shower and I hope you clear your head while I’m in there.” Y/n washed herself, feeling a relief as the cold droplets of water relieved her hot skin. Her head drooped as she tried not to fall asleep cleaning her face. She slowly pulled on a white blouse with jean shorts, easing them onto her achy limbs. She pulled her hair into a braid, knowing the heat outside would dry it within minutes. Charles had passed out on the couch, y/n tiptoed around looking for her shoes.
“Baby…” He mumbled, slowly waking up, “Where are you going?”
She placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I’ve got to go get some sleep before qualifying tomorrow.”
He grabbed her waist before she could walk away. “I thought I was bringing you to the hotel.”
“Charles.” She tensed.
“What?” He sat up, offended.
“I’m stressed and the idea of us being seen together makes me even more stressed.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Charles’ brows furrowed.
“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”
“Are you sure about that?” He frowned.
“I have to go. I love you and I’ll text you later.” She walked away, shooing off his insecurities.
The next day, Y/n had made it to Q3 and was starting in third the next day. She was disappointed she didn’t make the front row, but shrugged it off. Lando had pulled her into a hug before she hit the media pin. “Congrats!” He rubbed a hand on her back.
“Thank you.” She hugged him back.
“You’re very hot…” He moved his hand to her face. “Here, take the rest of my water.” He forced it into her hand, knowing she didn’t drink water enough throughout the day.
“Thanks.” She accepted it, immediately taking a sip. Lando's eyes widened, surprised at her immediate acceptance. She stood outside the media pin and chugged Lando's water, searching for a cooling feeling. She felt a cold towel brace her neck and groaned at the relief. She turned around to see who had applied it and watched as Charles winked before entering the media chaos, no hard feelings from the night before. She followed shortly after.
After an hour of answering cryptic questions, denying answers about her personal life, and bragging about her grid-place she was able to escape. Charles waited for her to get out of meetings and strolled next to her. “Can I come to your room tonight?” She asked.
“Trying to distract me from the fact you’re starting a place behind me?” He joked.
“Just nervous…” She fiddled with her rings. “And you always help with my nerves.”
“Of course you can come to my room, Y/n.” He affirmed. “Always.” A wave of relief flooded over him when he realized he could monitor her closely.
Y/n walked down the hall to his room and knocked on the door. It was quickly opened and she was greeted with a kiss on the lips and a glass of water. “It’s freezing in here.” She shivered.
“Sorry.” He wrapped a hand around her waist. “Y’know who I saw today?” He looked down at her.
“Who?” She held eye contact, his watercolor eyes gleaming. His eyes grounded her onto this earth.
“I saw Daniel after qualifying.”
“How is he?”
“He thinks he might be given the opportunity to take over De Vries’ position at Alpha Tauri.”
Her eyes widened. “Jeez.”
“Yeah it’s rough.” He shook his head. The couple continued their chit chat as y/n slowly tucked herself into his bed. Charles sat on the other side of the bed, pulling out a carton of strawberries. “Here.” He gestured her to open her mouth and slowly fed her the fruit.
“God, that's good.” Her eyes fluttered.
“You need to request some for your room next time.” He smiled. Her mouth formed a line as she delved deeper under the covers, turning the lamp on her nightstand off. She kept her eyes closed for a couple of minutes before feeling Charles’ arms wrap around her. She nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck. “I love you.” He mumbled.
“I love you too.”
Y/n pulled on a Mclaren shirt and a pair of jeans. “Fuck.” Charles cursed.
“What is it?” She folded her collar before checking on him.
“It’s going to be over 100 degrees in that car tonight.”
“It’ll be fine.” She shrugged.
“Do you know how hot that is?” His face was deadpan.
“I’ll figure it out.” She joked.
“No. You’ll drink water and you’re going to eat breakfast with me so I know you eat before the race.”
“Calm down.” She folded her sleeping shirt, breathily laughing.
“This isn’t a joke you could seriously get hurt.”
“Okay.” She played along with his seriousness.
Charles had watched her eat breakfast before they got to track and he had to say his goodbyes. They did their pre-race ritual together. She hugged him, racing suit tied at her waist, his tied the same way. “Be mindful today.” He whispered into her ear. “Be safe.” He reaffirmed.
“You too, Charlie.” She kept a hand in his hair.
“I have to go.” He kissed her quickly. “I love you no matter what.
“I love you.” She tugged at his hand before letting him go.
Y/n’s engineer came to see her in the car before the race started. “Drink. That's all I ask of you.” He fastened the bottle of water into the car. “If you begin to feel sick at all, radio us. It is going to be up to 120 degrees in that car, we are not going to blame you for any safe moves. We want you to be safe.” He gave her gloved hand a squeeze. She nodded, pulling her visor down.
She had a good start to the race, keeping her starting position. 10 laps in she called in.
“The visor is super foggy, guys. It’s sweaty in here!” She half-joked.
“Try to wipe it when possible.” Someone responded.
After 40 laps she was told to pit.
“Pit.Pit.”
“Okay.” Her breath was shaky. “Yeah, the hard tyres wore out pretty quickly.” She tried straightening out her breathing patterns. Drink. She tried to will herself, but her body wouldn’t do it. It was too focused on other things. She had dropped down to fourth place, behind Lance Stroll. “My seat feels like it’s on fire!”
“Do you need to retire?” Zak responded.
“No, just throw some water on me or something!”
It was lap 56, two laps left and she had caught up to Lance.
“He’s struggling on these corners.”
“Be careful around him.” Her engineer radioed. “Something must be wrong, he’s acting erratically.”
She was able to overtake him.
Lap 57. Last lap. Last turn. Y/n reached the final straight.
“P3, P3!” People cheered over the comms, but she swore it was muffled. Everything was blurry as she pulled into the space dedicated to 3rd. She noticed her lover's red car in 2nd and Max Verstappens in first. Charles took his helmet and balaclava off, shaking the hand of Max. The commentator waiting for interviews began to grow concerned when the third driver had still not gotten out of her car. He whispered around and soon enough word got around to the drivers. She reached her hand up to grasp onto the halo, but fell short.
“Y/n.” Charles peered into the car.
“Yes?” She wheezed. “Just-Just give me a minute-to-get out…” She began to grab at the car again. Multiple stewards gathered around her, plus Max and Charles. Charles placed his hands underneath her arms and pulled her up. “I got sick in my helmet.” She coughed.
“Shhh…” He took off her helmet quickly. A stretcher was brought to her.
“I don’t want to leave.” She hiccuped. “I have a podium to cele-” She dry-heaved, nothing to throw up, “Celebrate.”
“I’m so proud of you.” He pleaded with her to get her onto the stretcher. Her face turned ghost-white.
“I’m really scared.” She whimpered. “And-and I feel like I’m going to faint.” Charles placed his hand behind her head as her body went limp, heart breaking while paramedics attending to her vitals. It was a scene for sure. Blue and red lights from an ambulance blocked the screen below the podium, people from Mclaren that were preparing for a podium celebration were now freaking out for their driver, and Charles Leclerc seemed to be the most worried for someone who wasn’t even his teammate. Those who could only see in from the outside watched as he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead before composing himself. Love.
“I’m going to come see you as soon as I can get out of here.” He assured her. “I’m sure everyone will.” Throughout the interviews and the celebrations Charles bit his tongue. He noticed the other worn out drivers. Lance had passed out on the corners towards the end of the race, Logan had to retire, Esteban got sick in his helmet, and the rest of the grid was laying on the floor with wet towels and gallons of water. This was just unsafe. He got away from the track as soon as possible, rushing to the hospital. “Y/n.”
Tears filled her eyes as she saw him enter the room. “Charlie.” She dropped the strawberry in her hands. He rushed to her, quickly but carefully embracing her. The doctor came in, informing him that she was dehydrated and hadn’t had enough protein. She listened as Charles, the entire grid of drivers, and her trainer coached her on how important a meal plan is and how a meal is not something you can forget. That night Lando fell asleep on the couch and Charles held her as tight as he could.
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Green-Eyed Monster
Regina George x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Trigger Warnings: jealous Regina, friends who don't agree with reader relationship (we've all been there, right?)
Request:
can you regina and reader are dating but reader starts being friends with janis, cady, and damian and regina gets super jealous and it causes a fight with reader and then they make up and it's fluffy at the end
Mean Girls requests are open.
(Y/n) laughed loudly, quickly clasping a hand over her mouth as many people turned to look at her. Within those many was Regina George, her girlfriend. Though, no one knew that they were dating since Regina was still in the closet. The blonde quirked a brow from her section of the cafeteria as Janis placed a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder to help shush her. This was an action that Regina did not appreciate as she narrowed her eyes over at the two. Neither noticed this action as (Y/n) only laughed harder, her forehead gently hitting the table as Janis patted her back, laughing, too.
"Why were you laughing so hard?" Regina asked, sitting across from (Y/n) in her room. She kept her eyes narrowed as she examined (Y/n), trying to figure out what was so funny that she didn't even respond to Regina's texts during lunch.
Regina was still learning how to be in a relationship, and she was far from perfect, but she was perfect at being jealous. Even though there was absolutely no need to be since nothing was going on between (Y/n) and Janis. However, Regina didn't know this. After all, Janis was conventionally pretty, and she came without the baggage of a hidden relationship since she was already out. There was a small possibility that the school's 'it' girl was insecure. Not that she would admit that in any way.
A small laugh escaped (Y/n) as she thought back to what made her laugh so hard. This caused Regina to cross her arms before standing up. "Well, we were talking about this painting from mine and Janis's art class. We had to do portraits, but there's this one guy who like sucks at painting. And, I am perfectly aware it's not nice to laugh, but his portrait of Ms. Klein was not it." (Y/n) couldn't help but feel more giggles bubble in her chest, though she was finally able to keep them at bay.
Regina must have not understood art humor, because this wasn't that funny to her. "Did you have to let Janis put her hand on you though?" She questioned, watching as (Y/n)'s brows knitted together in confusion over what the problem was. "People are going to think you two are dating or something? Do you realize how stupid that makes me look?" Regina looked angry, and (Y/n) was getting to the same point that she was.
Sitting up on her bed and closing her book, (Y/n) considered her words carefully. "Okay, look, I didn't mean to make you jealous, but Janis and I are just friends. I'm not sure what the difference is when you, Gretchen, Karen, and Cady are touching each other's faces to apply each other's makeup. Perhaps you can explain it to me?" (Y/n) tried to stay calm and centered. She knew how heated Regina could get. Still, she must've said something that worsened the situation as Regina's cheeks brightened in color.
"The difference is, Janis is out, and you are out," Regina stated, grabbing for her bag as she started for the door. (Y/n) quickly untangled herself from her blanket, grabbing Regina's hand to stop her. "Don't touch me. You should go hang out with your girlfriend, Janis. She was all over you at lunch, anyways."
(Y/n) let go of Regina, not wanting to anger her more as she sucked in a breath. "Come on, Regina, let's just talk. I don't want to argue over this. I will ask Janis to stop touching me if it will make you happy." (Y/n) offered, hoping to create some peace between her and Regina. She hated arguing with anyone, but she despised arguing with Regina. It was another level of fighting that she couldn't handle. It made her head spin.
Regina walked out of the room and started down the stairs with (Y/n) hot on her trail. "I don't want to talk. I want you to understand how stupid I feel when you just let Janis put her hands all over you." Regina said as she made her way to her Jeep. "Just leave me alone." (Y/n) sighed as Regina shut her Jeep door and ran her hands down her face. She knew to give Regina space, that chasing after her right now wouldn't do anything for either of them.
(Y/n) went back to her room, falling back onto her bed. She was in love with Regina, but the worst part of this being a secret is she couldn't go to her friends for comfort. Instead, she felt unintentionally isolated as Regina's perfume still lingered in the air unhelpfully. She realized that Regina's insecurity more had to do with the fact that she and Janis were both out, but Regina didn't even give her time to help her work through that with her. So, instead, she had to force herself to not call or text the girl.
The next day, around lunchtime, (Y/n) was still somber over the events from the previous night. She had texted Regina a sweet 'good morning' as always but received nothing back. That's why it surprised her when Regina approached her table. "(Y/n), I have a quick history question, can I speak to you in private?" Regina glanced over at Janis, who rolled her eyes at Regina. (Y/n) nudged the girl beside her to stop before following Regina out of the cafeteria. "I realized that I took my anger out at you. To be honest, I was a little scared you might find Janis to be a better girlfriend because she was out, and you didn't have to hide." Regina admitted, causing shock to spread along (Y/n)'s face.
She wasn't expecting Regina to be insecure over Janis. "I understand your fear, and I understand your insecurity. You should know though, I'm not into Janis. She, Cady, and Damian are my best friends. I love them, but it's very different to the way I love you." (Y/n) put her hands over Regina's before their fingers intertwined.
Regina tried to hide the grin growing on her face as she looked down. "You love me?" She asked, her voice filling with emotion, a shift from the apologetic tone she held just before.
(Y/n) laughed softly before kissing Regina softly. Regina kissed back, cupping her cheeks. "Yeah, I love you, Regina George." (Y/n) said softly, glad to see that they had made up and that they were both getting over their previous argument.
"I love you too, (Y/n)," Regina said softly before taking her hand and leading her out the door. "Come on, I'm ready to go out there. I don't care what people think anymore. All that matters to me is that you're by my side when I go out there."
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PUT AWAY THE PRIDE
Summary: fucking ur bff who's in a relationship with a man, ew!
cw: hate sex. comphet abby. homophobic bf ew!!!!. dom!abby sub!reader. fingering. sissoring. pet names. (baby, pretty girl) finger sucking. prasing kink(?
an: creds to @atyourmerci for the Abby pic!!!
If you want it, you can have it. If you need it, we can make it
"Are you fucking- god abby" he'd crossed the line. That line that was invisible to you but still the thiniest for abby, until now, or so you wished because she'd go back to him once you've made your 'shoulder to cry on' function.
Abby was mad, even behind a phone you could feel how she couldn't bare him for now. You had no clue what happened just knew Abby's boyfriend had fucked it all again and she needed you, again.
The usual routine you forced yourself to not get used to but somehow became it, a routine. "Yeah, you know you can always.... just hurry" you ended the call abruptly. Otherwise, abby would not only be mad at that man, and nor you or her could take that kind of encounter currently.
You knew she was on her way already. So once more, with legs crossed on top of your coffee table, you did nothing but wait for her to arrive at your appartment. It always made you feel pathetic.
Her boyfriend despised you to say the least, from the moment you first met. And honestly you never knew why, even though you begged abby at one point to ask him herself just to not cause any trouble yourself. It didn't work.
You've had some alone encounters with him whenever Abby took you out and he had to be there. Nicely asking how his week or day had been, trying to make a small conversation with the typical 'long time no see, huh' or directly asking him - at one point, what the fuck was his problem with you. He was so stupidly manlish with his demeanor towards you it made you think if maybe abby wasn't using the proper words to describe you. Like he wasn't the problem.
On the other hand, your relationship with abby became confusing as her relationship with him grew bigger. Like it's toxicity was slowly getting to her, to you.
And not the type to ruin the friendship forever but just ruin the platonic. The one where sometimes spending time alone ends up in you drunk not moving your eyes away from her lips as she speak, or the one that makes her rest her hands somewhere on your body whenever you go out with friends. The one that ends in a weird exchange of words whenever you try to talk about it.
It was still unbearable tho. Always third-wheeling, then fighting with eyes only every time you made accidental eye contact with him, and eye fucking abby whenever he didn't pay attention to her, or you. Or feeling abby eating you alive with the eyes, just for denying it all later but not completely because you two had always been in the type of friendship where you're close with your friend to a point there's no shame about anything and you can make those type of jokes.
Jokes that somehow turned passive aggressive, not only between you two but also between abby and that men you equally despise.
"The fuck did he do now, mhm?" You sighed, resting your face on top of your shoulder, letting all your weight press over the shared couch. Drunk eyes paying detailed attention to Abby as she spoke. "I'm a fucking mess, that's all" she seemed off, something that genuinely troubled you considering how stubborn she was. "You're not, well, a... decent, nice mess" her laugh was gorgeous, it made you smile the moment you hear it. Her eyes met yours, as if you could talk with just that, a look. "Thanks"
"He's the problem. Even with that personality of yours, you've done no wrong" she pouted, it could only mean this was getting awkward for her. You couldn't care any less. "You're fucking charming abby, and it kills me youre with such person. Also, a man? Be for real" it was a joke, but that look on her face, it wasn't such simple for her. "I'm just saying, you're hot and so young and you have so much shit to live, he's holding you from that"
Abby turned around, her usual braided hair danced along her back, resting near her face. A sudden smile elicted on her face, she was about to bother you. "You think so?" You furrowed your brows, confused at what she meant "I'm hot?" She cleared herself. You just laughed, nodding while desperately trying to readjust yourself in a less compromised position, so near to her. "I know so"
"Yeah?" She left the glass with alcohol in it resting somewhere beside her. You smiled back at her, feeling her weight get overwhelming over you every second. You had to stop it. "Want more?" You didn't know bit alcohol would eventually become your one salvation from sin and fall into temptation.
Abby went home that night, just to hear him talking shit about you, and it clicked. She tried hard to give him a chance, because that meant she could have a chance as well. A chance for what? To prove she wasn't fantasizing about you in a way more than a friendship, to give all but you a taste and make her mind on what she liked and how she liked it. It failed, abruptly.
Because she lost time and wasted her persona in such men like him. And after running to you every time she couldn't bare it anymore, looking at your hands, neck, lips, eyes whenever she got drunk, after having so many late night talks with you whenever the awkwardness she felt wasn't rough enough to not keep her sober, she realized she could not run away from you, in fact, she needed you and needed to run in your direction every time. She had to give you a chance now.
That's the reason behind his hate towards you. No matter what, you'd always be her biggest priority. And god, she changed so much when she was with you, she'd transform into the girl he fell in love with, the one he lost once they actually started dating.
You had such a delightful effect on her, and he hated the idea of not being able to be the one for her.
Yet whenever he'd ask about you, abby would only say how close you two were since forever and how you wouldn't be a bother in the relationship. All of that was pure lies to keep it calm.
And those replies eventually got to you, like a day after that night you swore she wanted to kiss you. "I was drunk, doesn't mean anything" "what? You think I'll kiss you?" You wanted to dragg her back home with that man she'd found and make it clear you wouldn't let her be such an asshole. You didn't of course, both just laughed it off.
Until now, you couldn't wait for her to come and make it all clear, she was mad and it might not be the greatest idea but why should you care if she's not in the mood? You weren't the one behind that mood, not guilty of any of her shit.
Or that was the plan, because seeing the tears contained on the corner of her eyes, right about to fall and make a mess on her face. You simply couldn't.
"What did he do?" It wasn't the typical scenario. This was an unexplored rage, as if there was some sort of attraction that grew stronger as every second passed by. Maybe this was it, you thought.
Abby's red eyes met yours in such a relieved way, like she'd found something she felt eager to find. It was just you.
It caught you out of guard the way her hands travelled to the sides of your arms. " I realized I needed you"
The only thing you could come up with was a stupid 'huh'. Wandering your eyes all over her face and body. Abby had her own locked on you, probably as confused as you.
She had to. Her salty lips pressed on you, followed by the palms of her hands. You reciprocated, standing still but trusting your lips to do all the work necessary.
It's sloppy and messed, a silent fight between the silence that fills the ignored pain you're feeling and the anger she's been carrying all the way here.
It was miserable, her palms on your body, trying to find a way to bring you closer as you tried- not to step back but to prevent yourself from getting into it. Abby was only yours for a couple of hours and it was painful to have her so close to you but not having the actual chance to claim her yours.
"Fucking hate you for this" you murmured. Her eyebrows scrunched, there was such an euphoric feeling inside her, a mix of fear, confusion and anger. All for you
"Yeah?" She mocked you, resting her hands on the inside of your clothed stomach. "It could've been different"
"It will be" her lips smacked aggressively over yours again, trailing a path down your jawline.
Her fingers moved up your back, getting rid of your bra in such a pathetic way. You took her shirt off, trying to take the closest and clearest look of what you would never be able to have you you craved so much.
She laughed at it, doing the same for you. Her hands swayed all the way down your ass, gripping it with such force it burned. You let out a chocked breath, feeling her lips move on their own way down your body.
Her knee stepped in between your legs, so easily you could feel the vibration from her chuckle right in the middle your breasts. Fucking torture you've got yourself into.
She couldn't get enough but had to, running her fingers along your waist, down your cunt. Her fingers slide in between your slicked folds, slowly outside your cloathed arousal, begging for her.
Her palms slapped over it severely times, eliciting open mouth whimpers out of you, deliciously filled with her tongue against yours to shut you.
You tried to get her to stop, only receiving groans as a response. Until she got tired of it "fucking shut up and take it, be good, can't you?"
There wasn't a specific idea on her mind but take as much as possible out of you, to make a memory in honor to that gross man she ever felt the slightest of attraction to. Mocking you and him for her own pleasure, once in her whole life she thought.
Her fingers finally touched your clit, ager for it. The circles over it were so slow, you kept bucking your hips on her hands, attempting to get more friction. "Fucking stay still" abby groaned, thrusting her fingers inside you. God it felt glorious.
You voiced the most perfect whimpers for her, the way her name came out of your mouth, followed by the most prettiest pleads. It was driving her insane.
The sounds coming out of you were so obscene. Abby couldn't be in such good paradise
She made sure to curl her fingers at every thrust, speeding enough to make it painfully confusing for you.
Her lips kept busy shushing you, taking a taste of your nipples, your clavicle, every inch of your body.
"Shit- c'here" you demanded, dragging her by the jawline as the knot on your stomach grew overwhelmingly fast. She tastes better than anything you've ever had in your life, something worth the pain it'll cause you later when she's gone.
You let out a loud cry at the abruptly of her actions, leaving you empty. "Open" her middle and index finger fully covered in your wetness. You obeyed, feeling the palms of her fingers rest in your tongue, forcing you to take a taste. "Doing so good f' me, such a pretty girl"
She dragged you to the couch, the one that brought you closer that day she'd first approach to you in this way, whatever this was. The one that brought you closer when she left that day, and whe she laughed this off. Such an ironic situation.
It all brought a series of conflicting thoughts to your mind. Distracting you from such pleasure you should be enjoying.
Her hands grabbed the hooks of your jeans, dragging them down your legs. She made sure to get in charge of all the hard work, you should've notice-
Her weight was already on top of you. The way her eyes wandered all over you face, it was different. Your hands got locked by hers, breathing heavily at the sudden sight and feeling that ran through your body, that made you forget whatever was keeping your mind busy some seconds ago.
"Spread 'em open, be a good girl f'me" Abby groaned the moment she could finally get to be so close to you. Letting all of her weight rest over your body, aggressively humping in between your legs, rubbing her clit against yours.
Your ears were filled by her whimpers, groans whenever she got too overwhelmed. There was nothing you could to but let her use you for her own pleasure, not that you weren't use to it.
"Fuck baby... so good f'me, so so good" she whined, speeding her moves in between your legs. There could never be a better sight than this.
Some locks of her hair starting to stick on her forehead, the sweat covering her abs, her arms flexing to support her own way and oh, all this just for you to see. Sure he'd never seen such scenario.
She sounded so fucking pretty, on top of you, crying at how deliciously your clits rubbed together. You, on the other hand, felt like just cumming by the sight, by the idea of her body displayed like this.
Your thighs were ridiculously covered in both your and her slick, it increased at her every move, sloppy and messy, such a desperate disaster.
Your pleads and whines were completely ignored, she'd already given you what you needed and ni longer cared about whatever you felt you needed or deserved. This was about her.
Still you managed to wrap around her, feeling her drench your thighs even more as a breathless 'fuck' came out of her lips, letting go of your hands, already getting numb at her grip.
"See? Promised you it'll get better"
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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: avenger!bucky barnes x avenger! reader
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky Barnes and Y/N haven't been together long. All they know is that they love each other dearly and Bucky, can't seem to get enough of her, especially when they're alone.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (fem rec), dirty talk, bucky being perfect, attempting poetic smut with a smidge of humor, slapped on the secret relationship trope with this one.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝.
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬: “Hold onto something, babe. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." + “arch your back for me”
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k+ (oooops.)
𝐀/𝐍: Anon, I hope you enjoy this.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Soft murmurs from outside the hall could be heard. Her thumb clicked at her pen over and over, and her eyes raked over the all too familiar mission report that sat down on her desk. To her left, Bucky sat a few feet away from her, though his eyes were explicitly on her, his girlfriend instead of the paper in front of him.
His eyes darted to the couple standing outside the office, their figures blurred slightly by the glass. Bucky’s attention shifted back to his girlfriend when she let out a heavy sigh. And then a naughty thought crossed his mind.
Slowly standing up, he carefully made over to her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he took in her figure. God. She looked so gorgeous in just about anything and he couldn’t help but want to touch her right now.
Before Bucky could even lean in closer, she broke the silence. “Nope. Don’t even think about it,” she scolded, her eyes still glued to the paper.
“Come on, doll.” He gave her a puppy dog look as she finally met his gaze, though there was no amusement in her eyes. “It’ll be fun. Besides, Steve’s with Nat on that mission and they’re going to be gone for at least another three hours,” he pouted. “I miss you.”
She sighed as she leaned back in her chair. “We can’t risk it, Buck. You know that.”
He scoffed, “You say that as if we haven’t done this before.”
She laughed, crossing her arms. “You do know the definition of secrecy, right?” she retorted, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Or is that another thing you’re trying to relearn?”
His jaw dropped open. “Excuse you, I’ll have you know that I’m an expert at hiding things.”
She gave him a pointed look before turning back to her paper. “Then how did I find out about your stash of junk food?”
“Because I’m not good at hiding things from you,” he said with a huff. “You always seem to know when I’m doing something I shouldn’t be.” He leaned against the side of her desk, his fingers danced along the hem of her shorts. “Like right now.” His eyes bore into her, making her feel hot all over. “I know you want me to touch you right now, Y/N. You just don’t want to admit it.”
“Oh, yeah?” she replied with a quirked brow. “And what makes you say that?”
“Your legs are spread open, for one,” he observed with a smirk, his eyes taking in her long legs, “and you’re breathing pretty fast.”
“I am not,” she defended herself, her thighs rubbing together.
“Mmm.” He hummed, leaning close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. “How about now?” His metal finger traced circles on her bare thigh, causing her to shiver at his cold touch. “Still not interested, doll?”
She gulped. “No.”
Bucky leaned down, pushing a few curls away from her neck. “I’m not asking for much. Not yet.”
She turned her head toward him, their noses brushed together. “But if we get caught, we could get in trouble.”
“We won’t get caught,” he murmured, his lips brushing against hers. “Besides, the risk is part of the fun.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”
“Mm.” He hummed, his hand sliding up to cup her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her breath hitching when his fingers began to run through her hair. “We’re going to get caught if you keep this up, James.”
“You worry too much,” he whispered. Before she could utter another excuse, his lips pressed against her own. His eyes closed, and he drank in the familiarity of her taste, the way her lips fit perfectly with his. She let out a small moan, unable to resist him any longer when he gripped her neck and pulled her to him.
She brought her hands to his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt. Bucky groaned as she began to suck on his bottom lip, making him harden within his jeans as they locked in a heated kiss.
A sudden sound to their left caused the couple to break apart. Bucky looked up through the glass window of the office and his heart thudded when he spotted Steve and Natasha at the end of the hallway. The super soldier immediately turned back toward his girlfriend, his fingers tangled in her hair. “Fuck. They’re back!” he whispered.
“What!” she panted against his lips. She glanced at Steve and Natasha through the glass and her jaw dropped open when they stopped to stare right at them. Steve started walking forward just as she grasped onto Bucky’s arm, tugging him back toward his desk.
“Shit, Y/N!” He almost tripped forward into the chair at her sudden action, “What the hell are you-“
She ignored him as she shoved the report into her desk drawer and walked out of the room, not even glancing at Steve as she passed him, with Bucky following her. Once the duo was out of sight of the spies, she took his arm again, pulling him toward the staircase door.
“What the fuck?” Bucky asked again once they reached the staircase. “You nearly took my foot!”
She turned to glare at him before climbing up the first flight of stairs. “Don’t be so dramatic,” she said before walking up the stairs and toward her room.
“Dramatic!” He groaned when he followed her into her room, shutting the door behind them before they continued arguing. “I wasn’t being dramatic! That shit hurts!”
“Aw, want me to kiss it better?” she teased, smirking before she turned around, plopping on the side of the bed.
He scoffed. “Fuck no! Not after what you just did!”
She rolled her eyes, laying back against the mattress and stared up at the ceiling, sighing.
He knew that look all too well; that sad little frown of hers and the way her cheeks seemed to puff out whenever she did that always tugged at Bucky’s heartstrings. No matter how mad he was or how playful he’d be in teasing her, he always let his guard down when she gave him that look.
“Look, Bucky, I’m sorry I hurt your foot. I panicked, okay?” She gave him another apologetic frown, hoping he’d understand.
He rolled his eyes but softened. “I didn’t even say you hurt my foot. Just that you almost took it.” He plopped down beside her with a sigh before staring at the ceiling beside her.
“Well, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be careful. Do you forgive me?” she mumbled in a soft tone.
Bucky grinned and poked her side as he gave a small chuckle. "‘Course I forgive you, doll.”
She snickered softly, turning to rest her cheek on his chest, gazing up at him with those gorgeous eyes he couldn’t stop loving for a moment. He sighed contentedly at the sight and threaded his flesh hand into her curls. “I’ll always forgive you, no matter what,” he whispered sincerely, stroking his metal thumb along her cheek.
“Would it help if I made up for it?” Her eyes looked up into his blue ones before leaning in, her plump lips barely ghosting over his.
His eyes followed her lips as he nodded before his gaze locked with hers again. She pecked him on the lips, lingering for a second longer than intended and just enough to make them both wanting. Before he could kiss her, Y/N sat up and swung her leg over his waist to straddle him, breaking them apart and making Bucky pout. “Doll-“
She ran her hands softly down the side of his jaw then lower to rub at the bare skin of his neck as she ground down, causing his head to loll back while she trailed pecks up the base of Bucky’s neck, right above the hollow of his throat, where she licked a firm line to taste the salty residue of the sweat lingering on his heated skin, biting at his jaw once reaching the tip.
Her hand trailed down lower to massage gentle circles into his firm chest while her free hand gripped onto the side of his neck when she captured the sweet sound of Bucky’s moans with another kiss on his lips.
She slipped her tongue past his parted lips when she felt the vibrations of his groan, slowly deepening the kiss until he slid his arms around her back to pull her closer to him. Then her hands fell further to rub up his abs at an agonizing pace to the hem of his shirt before she gripped at the fabric and began to pull it upwards.
Bucky eagerly raised his upper body and she moved to press her palms against the sides of his chest to remove his shirt with ease. They broke apart from their kiss only momentarily to shed off the article of clothing before falling into each other’s arms once more, the kiss only growing more passionate between their heated touches as their tongues clashed for dominance.
She moved her hips slowly, grinding against his crotch. Her lips moved against his own, tasting and savoring him. Their bodies molded together and the heat increased.
Bucky felt the warmth emanating from her center and he ached to be inside her. He ran his hands down the curve of her spine, stopping at the base of her back before he began to slide up beneath the thin cotton fabric of her shirt.
As Bucky’s hands traveled upward, goosebumps prickled up the smooth, naked skin of her stomach and thighs, her body beginning to shiver uncontrollably from the sensation as she released a quiet whine from her throat, which only succeeded in enticing his arousal.
When his hand rested on the underwire of her bra, he paused and broke their kiss. He gazed up at her for permission, whose eyes were clouded with lust and love, her teeth biting down on her swollen bottom lip before she quickly gave her assent with a nod of her head. At her approval, a smug grin grew on his mouth, which Y/N only responded to with an impatient roll of her hips.
“Now, who’s eager?” He teased her as his hand cupped the curve of her breast and squeezed lightly, his fingertips massaging the skin there.
“Mmm. I blame you.” She breathed out, running her hands down his chest.
He smirked up at her, giving her a wink before sitting up fully and resting his hand on her chin to tilt it toward him for a soft, quick kiss. “You better. This is entirely my fault.”
Bucky’s lips trailed down the length of her neck, licking, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spots of skin there, causing her to inhale sharply.
He pulled the strap of her tank top down her shoulder, continuing to place open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone before stopping to lift the remaining strap over her other shoulder so the top half of her outfit would fall down and reveal her bare torso.
The sight made his breath hitch; her flawless skin was illuminated by the soft lighting that cascaded from her lamp as his hungry eyes devoured the beautiful woman before him, the image making the tent in his pants tighten.
She ground her hips once more, moving faster than before. Her breast jiggled softly before him, which only made him become impossibly harder as his dick throbbed against her inner thigh.
His right hand moved up to take hold of one of her tits, kneading the supple, tender flesh before he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and twisting the bud until he had her gasping at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
He continued massaging and caressing her neglected breast as his lips finally wrapped around the other, swirling his tongue against her erect nipple, making her grip on his shoulders harden as she arched into him.
A quiet moan escaped her lips when she pressed into Bucky, the wet spot forming on her cotton shorts brushing against the strain in his own, bringing a muffled curse out of his throat. “Fuck,” he groaned. In one swift motion, he gripped her hips and rolled her over so she was now on her back.
Leaning down, he left open-mouth kisses that trailed down from her collarbone, then to the valley between her breasts, before settling on the smooth, warm plane of her abdomen, licking and sucking gently at the delicate skin.
Bucky’s gaze flicked back up to her face for only a moment before returning to the waistband of her shorts, nuzzling the spot above the button. With deft, agile fingers, he easily undid the fastener before pulling at the hem of both the shorts and panties that concealed her sex, pausing briefly to ask for her consent again, which she gave him, albeit a little more impatiently this time as she wriggled out of her clothing with Bucky’s help, tossing them across the room, landing somewhere near the dresser, not like either of them cared where it landed as they focused solely on each other.
“Bucky, please?” she begged, reaching out to touch his bare chest.
“Hmm?” Bucky purred, looking down at her with a cocky smirk, “Please what, doll?” His hands traveled everywhere but between her thighs, fingers tracing every dip and curve of her body as his lips continued to kiss and lick a burning trail along her quivering skin, his eyes never leaving her heated face as his fingers finally grazed the outer lips of her glistening labia.
He watched the way her breathing sped up while he slowly circled her folds with the pad of his thumb, coaxing her to spread her legs wider to accommodate him as she let out an exasperated groan, glaring daggers up at her boyfriend.
“Stop teasing,” she whined, spreading her legs wider. Another small pout formed on her lips.
“Never.” He grinned mischievously.
She tried her hardest to keep the urge to whine out of her system, choosing instead to bite down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” He grinned wolfishly as he spread her juices throughout her drenched cunt. “We have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves tonight.” He spread her slick from her hole to her clit, watching intently as she whimpered beneath him.
“And I intend to take my time, now that I have you all to myself.” His metal hand stroked his aching length through his pants while the other dipped one digit into her weeping pussy.
Her head tilted back in a silent scream when he crooked it inside her walls. “Hnnng...Bucky...”
He chuckled darkly, pumping his finger in and out of her quivering hole at an unhurried pace while she whined needily below him. “Yes, baby?” She could feel him smirking against her pelvis as he dragged the tip of his nose down the inside of her thigh.
Her knees instinctively folded inward, closing her legs, but two strong arms immediately opened them wider again before dipping down.
His tongue swiped through her slit once before withdrawing, making her gasp in surprise when he kissed her clit, pulling his finger completely out of her to add a second into his already slicked-up palm before thrusting it back into her.
She groaned loudly as he alternated between thrusts of his fingers and shallow flicks of his tongue, driving her mad with impatience until, eventually, her frustration got the better of her when she reached down and grabbed his head, threading her hands through his hair.
He hummed in approval against her pulsating clit when she tugged on his dark locks, making her moan louder than before as he continued to lap up her juices.
Her nails scratched lightly at his scalp while he twisted and scissored his long, dexterous digits, rubbing against the soft, velvety tissue of her inner walls, coating his skin with the creamy essence of her arousal as she mewled above him.
She writhed uncontrollably as he added a third finger, stretching her out slowly, carefully opening her up until he found what he had been searching for, finally pushing three thick fingers deep within her where they belonged only minutes ago – filling every inch of her hot depths, each stroke eliciting another low murmur.
“Ah, god!” she choked out brokenly, grinding her core into Bucky’s face desperately as her legs began to shake uncontrollably, “Yes, Bucky! Yes!”
“Good, baby?” He hummed, his mouth vibrating against her labia as he continued to suck on her swollen bud.
“S-so good!” She moaned.
His eyes darkened hungrily at her confirmation and he groaned, shifting to remove his pants to release his painfully throbbing shaft before returning his tongue to the sensitive bundle of nerves as he relentlessly abused her g-spot.
A cry of pure bliss bubbled up her chest when he curled his fingers up again. Her walls spasming around him until her whole body tensed up in preparation for the overwhelming wave of euphoria that crashed over her just moments later.
The force of her orgasm knocked the breath right out of her, her back arching and legs locking around him as he lapped at the clear liquid trickling down his fingers before he slowly withdrew them.
He smiled affectionately as he looked up at her, seeing her sated, exhausted smile, her flushed, glowing face shining brightly under the moonlight filtering in through her bedroom window.
“I hope you’re ready for more.” He whispered huskily, wiping his mouth and chin clean with the back of his hand as his other pumped himself leisurely.
Her head perked up as much as her energy allowed, her eyes wide with curiosity at the notion that he might still be riled up despite giving her such an intense climax.
He smirked deviously when she caught his meaning, crawling back over to capture her lips with his own, the tanginess of her release evident on his tongue. She whimpered when he pushed into her with his full length without hesitation, groaning quietly when her tight heat enveloped his rock-hard, throbbing dick in its entirety. “Shit, you feel amazing, baby...” He grunted softly as he eased himself out, leaving only the tip inside before he slid back in.
She gasped, clawing at his bare chest, raking her nails down his pecs before settling for wrapping her arms around his neck. “Hold on to something, babe. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” He chuckled darkly as he started fucking her roughly, the sharp snap of his hips colliding against hers filling her ears as she threw her head back and screamed out his name.
They rocked back and forth on top of her bed, skin-on-skin contact eliciting loud cries and moans from them both when the sensation became too great to contain within themselves. He bucked hard into her, the power behind it causing her to bounce forward only to be pinned down beneath him by his weight as his hips snapped down faster, harder than ever before, pounding against hers brutally as he used his arms for leverage while he continued to fuck her senseless.
The feeling of his thick length sliding in and out of her at a relentless pace was enough to render Y/N speechless; her ability to form coherent thoughts was completely eradicated due to the mind-numbing pleasure that consumed every cell in her body. “Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” he instructed, pushing her legs farther apart.
“Oh my God, Bucky!”
Her thighs burned as she struggled to comply with his demand. But her efforts were rewarded when she felt him enter even deeper, hitting her in a spot that made stars explode across her vision as he buried himself fully inside her, filling her completely until there wasn’t any part of either of them that remained separate.
His forehead rested on top of hers while he looked into her hazy gaze while he fucked her deeply, his thumbs tracing soft circles on the inside of her wrist. He growled possessively as he slammed into her over and over again. “Mmm. I missed this. Missed touching your body, tasting your skin, hearing you moan for me,” he breathed out.
“Me too! More than anything else,” she exclaimed between breaths, panting heavily. She rolled her hips as best she could to meet his rhythm, relishing how each powerful thrust sent bolts of pleasure racing through her veins, igniting fire throughout every inch of her being.
She cried out when Bucky hit that spot again and his fingers dug into her hips as she tightened around him.
“Are you close?” He asked gruffly, increasing the tempo of his movements. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to her neck. “I want you to cum with me,” he whispered in her ear, before nibbling on the lobe.
The sound of his words caused a fresh wave of desire to rush through her as she trembled underneath him, her hands clutching at his broad shoulders in desperation. The muscles of her stomach flexed with tension as she fought to keep control of her trembling limbs long enough to bring herself to the edge.
“Don’t fight it,” he commanded, sensing her struggle. “Let go. Just focus on my voice and I promise I will take care of everything else, sweetheart.” His tone softened, but retained an undercurrent of dominance that she found immensely appealing as she nodded obediently and relaxed her hold on his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he praised her softly, placing another kiss against her skin. “Just give yourself to me, Y/N. Let me make love to you the way you deserve. Show me how much you love me.”
At those final few words, she broke. All thoughts and emotions evaporated from her brain as every nerve ending lit up with pure bliss when she finally surrendered to him completely, allowing Bucky to ravage her insides with fervor.
The entire world disappeared; nothing existed except the sensation of their bodies crashing into each other as he moved inside her. Nothing mattered except the ecstasy coursing through his veins and flooding her mind. There was no past or future, only the present. Only Bucky. And she clung to that feeling with a ferocious passion.
As her walls started to clench, she arched her spine and threw back her head, a wave of sheer euphoria consuming her every atom. His own orgasm came moments later, causing him to convulse wildly as her tight pussy milked every last drop from him, filling her completely, until his seed dripped out of her pussy and onto the sheets beneath them.
Their breathing eventually returned to normal and their heartbeats slowed until they lay intertwined together, still joined, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. Neither wanted to break the spell by moving.
Bucky smiled. A thin sheen of sweat dripped down her forehead, which he wiped away. His fignertips trailed down the side of her face, almost as if he was trying to remember every detail of her gorgeous face. “You’re so beautiful. You know that?”
Her cheeks heated slightly and ducked her head. “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Always,” he whispered. “I love you.”
She gazed at him, a mix of emotion on her face. Her eyes filled with tears. “I...I love you too...” A few drops of wetness seeped through the corner of her eyes, which Bucky immediately noticed. She saw the worry appear on his features.
“Are you okay?” His eyebrows furrowed together. “I didn’t mean to go too hard on you, especially after you-“
“No, I’m fine, I swear,” she quickly interrupted, shaking her head. “It’s just...that was...you are so sweet. You’re so caring.” The words sounded stupid to her, and she knew it was silly to get emotional over something like this.
But she couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture that showed him to be a thoughtful lover who put others first and his own satisfaction secondary, prioritizing her pleasure over his own.
This was what made him such a skilled man—one worthy of being loved unconditionally without any reservations whatsoever. And why she had grown attached to him so rapidly and irrevocably since they'd started dating two weeks ago.
He grinned bashfully. “I try. But honestly, I find myself becoming selfish when it comes to you, babe.”
She cocked an eyebrow curiously. “Oh? Do tell.”
His pupils dilated. “Well, for one thing,” his thumb brushed across her nipple teasingly, making her tremble beneath him, “I absolutely hate sharing you with anyone. It drives me nuts having people around you that aren’t family. And the thought of anyone else laying their hands on you makes me furious.”
Y/N giggled and cupped his cheek with one hand. “Aw, jealous?”
“Very.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry. I only want you, Barnes.” Y/N’s eyelashes lowered and her lips parted in anticipation as Bucky bent down to place a gentle kiss on her mouth.
A low growl rose out of his throat as he lifted her leg so he could wrap it around his waist. Then he drove himself into her again. “Good,” he rumbled, nipping at the sensitive skin below her earlobe as he began to fuck her once more, making sure she would be sore tomorrow.
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#sebastian stan#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes oneshot.#marvel fanfic
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♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ imagine ellie giving whiny!pillowprincess!reader backshots while you’re wearing nothing but her hoodie on… gosh.
your face would be pressed so deep into the pillows to the point you’re practically suffocating. your pouty lips all shiny from drooling, your mouth permanently hanging open as loud mewls and whimpers emitted from within your throat. dainty hands gripping the sheets of the bed tightly in your fists, hooded eyes all wide and rolling back into your skull. you were the definition of absolutely fucked out, and man was it a fucking sight to the freckled face girl drilling you from behind.
her fake cock pounding into you with no mercy whatsoever, her veiny strong hands gripping your hips with vigor. her hips slapping into the plush skin of your ass harshly, causing an obscene slapping sound to echo loudly around the perimeter of the bedroom. let’s not forgot the sound of her cock pounding into your wrecked, soaked cunt. gosh you were so wet, it was almost fucking insane to ellie. a white ring forming around the base of her strap, the sight of your pussy taking her would’ve been enough to make her cum alone.
your back arched so deliciously, ass all the way up in the air with the help of your girlfriend cause without her you would’ve folded a long ass time ago. you looked so pretty in this moment, jus getting fucked all stupid wearing nothing but her grey hoodie. ellie was convinced she never seen anything as perfect as you. she couldn’t even believe you were real.
by the way ellie was grunting and lowly moaning so much you would’ve thought she could actually feel herself fucking you. she was just in a complete daze at the whole thing, it was so fucking hot. she couldn’t help herself but to slap at your ass, rapid spanks landing at the expanse of your now bruising cheeks. the sound of your squeals making her thrust impossibly fastening.
“f— hnngh. el-l” you were so dizzy, your head felt like it was spinning around in fucking circles. unable to comprehend how good you were getting fucked. it was truly something so unimaginable. you faintly hear the laughter coming from the toned girl behind you, her emotive green irises watching your features intently.
“god, fuckin’ look at you. prettiest fucking girl there is, huh? y’going all dumb on me, babe? hm?” the auburn haired girl tilts her head just slightly. the incoherent babbles that escaped you gave her, her answer. ellie nods with a small smirk, her toned tattooed arm coming up to wrap around your neck; pulling you up to her. her locks all messy in its low bun, random strands of hair coming out her bun, framing her face due to her rough movements. your girlfriend chuckles to herself a bit. cocky little shit.
“yeah? oh i know baby, it’s just too good huh? taking me so deep in that messy little cunt of yours.” she coos, her hand traveling from your neck, down to cup your pussy. her fingers putting pressure and quickly rubbing circles over your sensitive clit. your broken whines were immediate, your hips raising up. trying to scramble away from the pleasure that become too much.
but with ellie hold on you, she quickly caught you and pulled you back flushed against her. she was way stronger than you, keeping you in the position she wants you to be in and making sure you’ll stay that way. her cock felt like it was deeper inside you than it ever was before. ellie grins widely, sending a quick slap to your tender ass. seeing you jolt with a yelp at the impact. “don’t be runnin’ from me, babe.” she grunted, her fingers still torturing your clit, going faster when she hear your chants. “oh—my g-gosh, els. i’mcummingimcumming!”
“thats it, good girl, cum f’me. so goddamn perfect in my hoodie, angel.
#this is so dirty#:)#ellie williams#ellie williams x you#ellie x reader#tlou ellie#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams x reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams x female reader#the last of us ellie#the last of us smut#ellie tlou#ellie x y/n#ellie williams smut#tlou x reader#tlou smut#ellie smut#ellie x whiny!pillowprincess!reader#nsfw.ren
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Summary: anon request- "Hear me out, y/n is on a girls trip to Vegas. When out at a club one of her friends spots Colby (and friends) and plays wing woman mentioning to Colby that he is y/n's "hall pass." He's interested and they party and hook up all weekend. Including heavy smut and dom Colby, please"
Warnings: this story is going to contain reader CHEATING on fiancé with Colby, SMUT18+, Hall pass Colby, LOTS of unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, oral (f rec), hair pulling, choking, creampie, scratching, biting, lots of filth
Again, this one shot is going to contain reader cheating on fiancé with Colby as their chosen hall pass.
Word count: 8.2k | kinda proofread
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N I G H T * O N E
"I'm so excited for this trip." You say walking to your rental car, "I can't believe we're here!"
Your best friend, Hadley sighs, looking around, "I know! Im so glad we agreed on doing the solo bride and maid of honor trip."
You nod, throwing your suit case into the car, "So the hotel?" You ask getting into the drivers seat. Hadley gets in and nods, "Yeah we gotta get ready."
"Ready for what?" You look at her with a laugh.
"Please tell me you didn't think we were staying in the hotel room all weekend.." she shakes her head, "No baby. We're throwing a bride sash on you and not having to pay for any drink."
You laugh, "Okay. Yeah. Your idea sounds so much more fun."
"There's the spirit." She punches your arm handle and you laugh, "I'm so glad you remembered the bride sash. I literally forgot about it until right now."
She points to herself, "I'm the maid of honor, of course I'm going to be on top of things."
You nod and shake your head as you continue to drive to the hotel.
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
By the time you got settled and showered and all dressed up to go out, a few hours have passed by, making it time for you and Hadley to go out.
"Oh!" She rushes to her suit case and pulls out the sash, "can't forget this!"
"Yes!" You laugh and point to her. She walks over and lifts it over your head, "Perfect." She steps back, pointing to the door, "Let's go."
Luckily, the club you were going to, was only a short walk away.
You get your ID back from the bouncer and you walk in, looking around.
Every thing was so, alive.
You were amazed and excited because you can scratch going to Vegas off of your bucket list.
"Alright." Hadley says, "Let's make that sash, work."
She interlocks her arm with yours and pulls you towards the bar. You had to admit, you didn't think the sash would work.
A guy does a double take, smirking as he reads over your sash, "Bride to be? Huh." He nods, "You get a drink yet?"
Haley nudges you and you laugh, "Oh, Um. Not yet."
"Here." He waves the bartender down and motions to you and Hadley, "Add the next two drinks to my tab."
The bartender nods and you smile at the guy, "Thank you." He winks and looks away. You turn to Hadley and laugh quietly, "Oh my god."
She prances in place and squeals quietly, "I knew it would work."
After the last two hours of mingling and sipping on drinks, Haley rushes up to you and grabs your arm, "Guess who the fuck is here."
You look around, "Who?"
"Colby Brock."
You feel your face relax with shock.
Colby is your celebrity crush basically. You adored him. He was in fact, who you told your fiancé your hall pass is.
"Isn't he the-"
You nod, already knowing what she's going to ask, "Yes. Yes." You laugh slightly, "Avery knows my hall pass is Colby."
She covers her mouth, "how often does this fucking shit happen?" She sighs, "So if you meet him do you get to use it?" She look at you and raises her brows, "Cause I mean.. I would."
You laugh, "um, no. I don't think that you can ac-"
"Come on." Hadley pulls you through the crowd and your heart starts beating. You can't sit there and say you haven't thought about Colby while having sex or while doing it solo, because you have.
Colby's hot, like godly, you'd let him ruin your life hot.
So, you would in fact risk it all, "Hey." You pull Hadley back to you, "Keep it low key, I don't want very many people knowing about my embarrassment if I get rejected."
She smirks and nods, "Alright. I gotchu."
You move over to an empty table and sit down, your eyes scanning the crowd. Hadley leans in, "Okay, so I'm going to wait for Colby to go up to the bar and then I'll go talk to him."
You laugh at her, "You're too good at this." She shrugs, "Wingwoman things."
You look around, anxiously thinking about what you wanted to do.
Well, you already knew what you were going to do, you were mainly anxious about the possible outcomes for the repercussion of it.
After a little bit of waiting, she gasps, "Oh. There he goes." She quickly gets down from her stool and she looks at you, "Look cute, okay?"
You nod and quickly go into the mode of trying to be cool and cute.
You force yourself not to look over there, you couldn't believe that this was even happening, like, Hadley was right, how often does this shit really work out?
A few moments later, Hadley returns and she nods, "He's interested."
Your eyes go wide, "no." You shake your head, "You're lying." She laughs, "That would be a sick joke. I'm serious! I gave him your number. I told him to text you because it's a big deal. Blah blah privacy. You know."
You stare at her, slightly in shock, "This isn't real. This isn't happening."
Hadley sighs and reaches out, pinches your arm. You wince in pain, "ouch?" You look at her and she smirks, "You're awake. This isn't a dream."
You laugh, "Oh my god." You sigh, "What about Avery? Oh god. I don't think I can do this."
Hadley lays a hand on your arm and leans in, "y/n. Look at me." She squeezes your arm, "You know that saying, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?"
You nod and she nods, "Exactly.."
"The fact that you're thinking about passing up the chance to fuck Colby Brock." She shakes her head, "Are you seriously going to do that?"
So along with the whole wanting to fuck Colby, you also have had this, weird feeling, that you could always pull him.
Maybe it was just your ego expanding because you know you're hot enough to actually pull him.
"Is he really the person you'd risk it all for?" Hadley asks and you sigh, "Fuck, yeah. I mean, look at him."
She laughs, "Good, because here they come." She straightens up and you sit up, "Oh fuck. Fuck." You smile as Colby's eyes meet yours.
The way he makes you feel soaked just by looking at you, really tells you that you made the right choice.
"Hey, guys." Hadley smiles, "Colby, who's your friend?" Colby smile and motions to the blonde next to him, "This is Sam."
You laugh slightly, smiling at you nod, "We know. We watch your videos." Your eyes move from Sam to Colby.
He smirks and nods, "We appreciate it."
"So which one of you is the bride to be?" Sam leans in looking for the sash, "Ah. There she is." He smiles up at you and you tilt your head, "Here I am."
"I'm going to go get a round for us, be right back." Sam points and you nod, your eyes following Colby as he sits down next to Hadley, "So when's the big day?"
You couldn't lie. You were so nervous you could throw up.
"Um, three? Weeks? Three and half maybe." You slowly lick over your bottom lip, "It's been quite crazy." You laugh and bring your drink up to your lips.
"That sounds like you need to take this-" Colby pauses and looks at Hadley, "How long are you here for?"
"Mm." Hadley pulls her straw from her lips, "The weekend. Friday to Sunday."
Colby looks back at you, "you need to take this weekend to relax."
You slowly pull your bottom lip between your teeth and if it was just you and him, you'd jump him right then and there.
"That's what I've been telling her! The whole plane ride here." Hadley sighs, "she deserves this." Hadley looks from you, motioning to Colby with her eyes and you can't help but laugh, "Yeah, yeah. I know."
"Tell you what, our friend is throwing a party tomorrow night, why don't you guys swing by?" Colby looks between the two of you and you nod.
This man has you in a mental chokehold, "That would be great, just text me the details."
He smiles at you and nods, "I'll do that."
Sam walks back up and sets the small tray down on the table, "Here we go." He grabs a glass and holds it up. You all follow along with raising yours and Sam looks at you, "To the bride to be."
Your she's move from Sam, locking onto Colby's and he smirks, tilting his head slightly, "to the bride to be."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
"Alright. I think we're going to head out." You say getting down from your stool.
"So soon?" Sam jokes and you laugh, "Yeah, it's almost two am."
"Fair enough, did Colby tell you about our friends party?" Sam asks and you nod, "Oh right, yeah. Colby. Text me the address and stuff."
Colby points back, "Yes, thank you for reminding me."
The more you drank, the more the tension of wanting to fuck each other was growing quickly.
You smile and link arms with Hadley, "Thank you for the drinks!" Hadley turns, "Bye guys!" She waves and you walk out.
The cool, night air chilling your overheated bodies.
"That did not.. just fucking happen." You press your fingers to your lips and think for a moment, "What the fuck."
Hadley sighs, "Ah yeah. That's what you get for waking up in Vegas." You laugh, "Yeah, but wait, we didn't wake up here this morning."
"Can you just-" she laughs, "don't ruin this for me."
"Oh. Sorry." You both drunkenly laugh as you walk back to the hotel. As you make your way in, you dig your room key out of your purse.
You step onto the elevator and the only thing on your mind right now is Colby.
"Are you thinking about him?" Hadley asks and you nod, "Oh yeah."
"Are you gonna do it?" You can tell she looks over at you but you keep your eyes on the doors of the elevator, "Do you think it's worth it?"
"So you think Avery was serious about the whole hall pass thing?" Hadley asks, and you both walk off the elevator.
"I mean.." you sigh, "I couldn't tell if they were joking or not."
Hadley looks around and leans in, her voice going quiet, "The way Colby was looking at you tonight.. tells me that there's no way that man didn't catch feelings for you right then and there."
You roll your eyes and she tilts her head, "I'm your best friend, so I'm going to be honest with you.. let's not forget who doesn't even want you on this girls trip to celebrate their upcoming wedding."
You nod, "We talked about it.. it's fine now."
She nods, "Okay. But still."
You look up at her, "Look I know you don't really care for Avery, but they're who I'm here, celebrating to being married to soon, okay."
You both needed to sleep. You've been flying, driving, and just non stop going all day.
You sigh, "We just need to go to bed and the alcohol isn't helping.. so yeah." You turn around and walk into the room.
You go over to the door that conjoins your rooms and you stop to look over at her, "If this happens, are you going to tell anyone?"
A smirk grows on her lips and she shakes her head, "I promise I won't." You nod, laughing slightly, "I'll let you know how it goes."
She salutes you, "As you should."
You laugh, "goodnight."
You walk into your room, leaving the door unlocked and you go to get undressed. As you're stripping down, you can tell your phone goes off so your heart starts to beat faster.
You grab your phone and walk in to the bathroom, smirking as you see it's a text from Colby, mainly just giving you the address.
You bite your lip and type up your text back, Sounds good. See you tomorrow.
You set your phone down on the counter and take a deep breath as you turn on the shower. As you're waiting patiently for the water to get hot, Colby responds.
You pick up your phone and smile as you read his text, It was really great to meet you and Hadley.
You hop into the shower and pull the curtain closed. You turn your back to the water and tilt your head as you type, It was really nice meeting you and Sam. You both are just absolutely unreal.
You hit send and rest your phone on the little shelf thing so you can take an everything shower.
You couldn't go without checking your phone, in hopes to see his name pop up.
You couldn't lie. This was all a lot for you right now, like you couldn't believe that Colby Brock and Sam Golbach know who you are.
When Colby finally answers, you give it a few minutes before you unlock your phone and read over his text, Speaking of, I gotta say. What she said kind of really peaked my interest.
You take a minute, because this could go one of two ways.
Something tells you to just roll with it, so that's what you do, what did she say to you again? I just want to confirm that she got all the details that we talked about, lol.
You sit your phone down, forcing yourself to finish your shower before looking at your phone again.
It was a twenty nervous filled minutes.
You wrap the towel around yourself and walk out to the room. You sit down on the bed and read what he said, Oh, I see. So you were in on it. If I have to say, that's probably the hottest pickup line ever.
Something flips in your stomach, peaking your interest even more.
You lay back, holding your phone above your face as you type, I just need to know if it's a real thing, ya know?
You jump slightly when you see Avery's name pop up at the top of your screen. You let out a sigh and accept the FaceTime with a smile, "Hey, babe."
"What's going on, baby?" They ask and you sit up, "Just got back from the club a little bit ago.. you?"
They shrug, "Nothing. Just got back from Cam's house."
You nod, "Oh yeah? How was that?"
"Eh. I just can't wait until you're back on Sunday, but you probably are having way too much fun without me."
You laugh slightly, seeing Colby's text appear at the top of the screen, It can be as real as you want it to be, y/n.
"Do you miss me?"
You chew the inside of your lip, nodding as you look at Avery through the screen, "Of course I miss you, too!" You laugh slightly, "Why would you think that I didn't?"
"I'm just messing with you, babe." Avery laughs and you roll your eyes, "Very funny." You yawn and Avery sighs, "Yeah I'm going to head to bed."
"Yeah, me, too." You nod, "I'll call you tomorrow, alright? I love you."
"I love you, sleep good." Avery smiles and waves before hanging up and you take a second to process the call.
You get this really strange feeling that you, honestly, have never felt before.
You didn't like it.
You thought about what you wanted to do, and either way, if your suspicions are right, at least you can say that you fucked Colby Brock, right?
You go to Colby texts and type, The Venetian. Floor 25 room E, last room on the left.
You hit sent and you toss your phone as you now anxiously await the sound of a knock on your door.
A few moments later, theres a soft knock on your door.
You walk over, peeling back the tape on the peep hole to look and to your shock, you see Colby. You push the tape back over and open the door, "How'd you get here so fast?"
"I was down in the casino actually, how weird was that?" He glances down, raising a brow a he tilts his head to the side, "So.. you're really getting right to it, huh?"
You look down, completely forgetting that you were in just a towel, "Oh.. shit. Wow this is embarrassing." You turn around and Colby walks in, "Mm. I like it."
You look at him shyly and smile, "Oh, okay."
"So.." Colby walks up to you, "Can I ask you a question?" You look up at him, giving him a smirk, "Of course."
His eyes stay on yours, which makes it kind of hard for you to stay focused as he asks, "Out of everyone, why me?"
You bite down on your lip, "I mean." To step back and motion to him, "Have you seen yourself?"
Colby chuckles and shakes his head, "I should be asking you the same thing." He bites his lip and sighs, "I am very flattered that I am what you call your - "He puts air quotes up, "Celebrity Hall Pass.." he laughs, "And you being hot makes it ten times better."
You bite your lip, "How do you.. wanna do this?" Your eyes flick up to meet his and he shrugs, "How ever you want to do it, baby."
Baby, you smirk, god you wanted him.
He steps closer to you and you can feel yourself freeze.
His hands hover over your body. Teasing you with the oh so close presence. You grab his wrists and push his hands to meet your body.
His fingers dig to grow his grip tighter. Your hands slide up to his neck and your eyes never move from his, "I want you."
That's all it took - Colby lifts you up, your legs wrapping perfectly around his waist and he walks you over to the bed. He gets up on his knees before laying you down.
His lips crash into yours with that fiery passion you knew you felt. You moan against his lips as he grinds his bulge against your bare cunt, causing you to whimper out.
You needed him, you want him so bad it hurts.
"You sound so pretty, baby." Colby leans up, shifting all his weight onto his left arm as his right hand drags up to the top of your towel, "Can I take this off?"
You nod, "Yes, yes." You bite your lip as he pulls back the towel, revealing your fresh out of the shower body.
Colby can tell you instantly want to cover up. He licks
His lips and leans down, "I think.." he presses a kiss to your neck, leaning back to make you look at him, "You are the hottest fucking person I've ever come in contact with."
Your pussy grows wetter and your cheeks grow hotter from his words, "You hear me?"
You nod and lift your body so he can pull the towel from under you, "Hey." He tosses it and leans in, "You are fucking beautiful. Okay?" He nods at you and you nod back.
He plants a kiss to your forehead and you feel his hand drag down your body. He stops at your waist, looking from his hand to you, "Can I touch you?"
You nod quickly, laying your hand on his to push it down to your achy cunt, "Yes." You breathe out, "Please."
Colby's voice is low, "Spread 'em for me, baby."
You comply, parting your thighs. He smirks and you move your hand so you can watch his hand slide down to press his middle finger to your clit.
You let out a gasp and buck your hips, you needed more, "Colby!" You whine out and he chuckles, resting down on his side and presses a kiss down your shoulder, "Tell me what you want, sweetheart."
"I need you in me." You whine out, turning your face to look at him. You lay a hand on your cheek and moan out.
He watches your face twitch with pleasure as he drags a single finger between your folds, listening to you let out another moan as he pushes that finger into you.
"Fuck." You breathe out, rolling your hips, "C-Colby."
"What, baby?" Colby asks and you whine, "more.." you whimper, "I need more."
"How do you want me to fuck you baby?" Colby slowly pushes in another finger, obliging to your request, making you moan out.
Colby chuckles, "Want me to be slow and gentle?, Or do you want me to fuck you rough and hard?"
You nod, whimpering out, "y-yes."
"Which one baby? Talk to me." Colby curls his fingers inside of you and you arch your back off the bed, "F-fuck me.. hard and rough."
"Hard and rough? Mm" Colby leans down, kissing up your neck, "you want to be treated like a slut now don't you?"
You nod and Colby chuckles, "Words, sweetheart."
"Yes." You whisper out, "I want to be a slut for you."
He pulls his fingers out and stands up, "Rub that clit for me while I undress, baby." Your hand drags to your clit and you gasp as you slowly rub circles over your it.
"That's it, baby." Colby nods as he strips his clothes from his body, "You're so wet already." He smirks, as climbs onto the bed, "I turn you on that much?"
You nod, laying your hands on his shoulders, "oh yeah." You bite down on your lip as he positions his hips in between your thighs.
"I couldn't wait to be inside of you the second I saw you sitting at that table." Colby whispers as he rubs the head of his cock against your opening, "So fucking hot."
He inches his cock in, a groan from him mixing with your moan. Your nails dig into his shoulders and you squeeze around him.
Your eyes roll back as you feel him stretching you the further he pushes in, "C-Colby."
You drag your nails up his back, moaning out loudly as he pulls out and thrusts back in. His pace is slow, but his thrusts are hard.
"Does your fiancé make you feel this good?" Colby mumbles with his lips against your forehead. You gasp out, tilting your head back, "Fuck, no no no."
Colby slips an arm under your back and holds you up slightly. His other arm supporting his weight as his thrusts grow faster, more vicious.
"You have the pussy that was made for me." Colby moans lowly and you whine, "You feel so good."
Your nails sink into his shoulders as he rams himself into you. You moan out with each thrust, eyes rolling back as he lays you back on the bed.
He leans up, hands reaching down to hold your hips, and his thrusts grow hard, "F-fuck."
Your back arches against the bed and you groan loudly, "F-fuck.." you gasp, feeling yourself come undone around him.
"Fuck, fuck." Colby groans, tilting his head back. He pushes your thighs back, pinning them down as he watches his cock disappear into you repeatedly.
As he's fucking you through your orgasm, you feel his thrusts growing sloppy, "Where do you want me to cum, baby?"
You roll your eyes, shrugging as you whimper out, "Anywhere, I don't care."
He groans and nods, "Fuck." He thrusts his hips forward, slowly thrusting as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.
You couldn't help but moan.
Colby slowly pulls out, still keeping your thigh pinned back, "Fuck. Tell your fiancé that I'm sorry in advance."
You bite down on your lip and furrow your brows, "Huh?"
He lets go of his grip on your thighs and leans down, hands beside your head, "I said." He chuckles lightly, "Tell your fiancé that I said I'm sorry because I'm about to murder this pussy every day you're here."
You swallow, nodding desperately. Now that did fuck him, you're addicted.
"Really?" You whimper out quietly and he smirks, "Any chance I get, baby. This pussy is mine this weekend, right?"
You nod and Colby tilts his head, "Come on baby. Let me hear it."
You smirk up at him and nod, "This pussy is yours for the weekend."
Colby presses his lips to yours, "Glad we're on the same page." He winks and moves off of you, "Now come on. I need a shower."
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N I G H T * T W O
You and Colby fucked again last night.
You fucked again this morning.
And you're one hundred percent sure that he's coming back to your hotel room after their friend's party, which was honestly kind of boring.
You and Hadley were loners until Sam and Colby and some of their friends joined. Once you got a few drinks in you, the night got a little bit better.
When you're finally ready to leave, you look a Colby, "Are you, um." You laugh slightly, voice going lower, "Coming.. over tonight?"
He gives you a nod, "Do you want me to?"
You smirk, "I think we both already know the answer to that question." He nods, a smile on his face, "I think we do, yeah."
An hour later, Colby is opening the hotel door from behind you. Your back is pressed against it, and his lips are on yours.
He walks you backwards through the door and kicks it shut before bending down to lift you up, "This dress is fucking hot as hell, baby."
You smirk, "I thought you'd like it."
"Seems like you know me well enough already." He teases as he walk you over to the bed. He lays you down and lays down on his side next to you, fingers gently dragging up and down your thigh.
You giggle, "I mean, I can't lie. I've followed you on social media for so long, so that kinda helped prepare me for this."
"Smart girl." Colby slips his hand under your dress and you part your thigh a little more, "Sometimes." You breathe out with a laugh.
Colby's fingers drag up and down your clothed pussy, "Are you wet for me?"
"I've been all night."
He smirks and presses his lips to yours as he reaches down to undo his belt. You eagerly pull your dress up and work it up over your head before moving to get your panties off.
As soon as the clothes are off and scattered, Colby's on his knees on the bed by your feet, "Roll over." He motions, "Ass up, sweetheart."
You smirk and roll over onto your stomach, glancing back over your shoulder as you feel his hands on your ass.
They stay on your ass as you raise your hips, keeping your arms bent flat by your head.
"Good girl." Colby says lowly, gliding his cock up and down your soaked slit.
You push your hips back as he slides in and you grip the sheets, letting out a loud moan, "Fuck, Colby."
His hands tightly grip your hips and his speed picks up. He pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts, "Can't get enough of you."
You moan out in response, pleasure consuming you as he hit that perfect spot with each of his thrusts, "F-Fuck." You whine out, "Gonna cum."
You felt so close already and you blame the connection you and Colby have.
It's incredible.
Colby leans down, sliding his hands up your body to grip your shoulders. He pulls you up and you push yourself up onto your hands.
His hands slide around your throat, gradually closing his grip tighter, "Such a good little slut." He breathes out, "Fuck."
You let out a strangled moan, eyes rolling shut as he pounds you into orgasm.
Colby groans as your walls squeeze his cock, "Fuck, baby. That's it, cum for me." He focuses on guiding you through your high, loosening his grip on your throat and you gasp.
His left hand goes to your shoulder and his right hand grabs your hair and gathers it into a makeshift ponytail, "Can I fill you again. Sweetheart?"
You nod your head, wincing as he pulls, "Words. Baby."
"Y-es." You moan out, "Fill my pussy."
Colby smirks at how much control he has over you. He knew you would do anything for him. He had you wrapped around his finger.
"If you say so." He smirks, pushing your face down to the bed.
You let out a loud moan as the slight position change and Colby's hand keeping a tight hold on your hair, "Fuck."
Colby moves his left hand down to your hip, gripping it right as he thrusts harder into you. You clench around him, urging him to fill you, just like he did before.
"Please please please." You whimper, "Fuck, fuck fuck."
"Whose pussy is this?" Colby asks and you smile as you moan out loudly, "Yours, baby. It's yours."
He pushes his cock all the way in as he lets go of your hair to grip your hip. He pulls out slightly and pushes back in, "Fuck."
He allows you to feel his cock twitching as he fills you completely before he pulls out fully. He lets out a sigh, "You are fucking perfect." He leans down to look at your face. He brushes hair from your eyes and smiles, "Do you need anything?"
You shake your head, "No I think I'm going to go for a shower though."
He tilts his head and before he can even say anything you smile, "Come on."
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S U N D A Y * M O R N I N G
Colby ended up staying the night with you again and you found yourself wide awake around four a.m.
You just laid there, rethinking everything.
You reach over slowly, making sure not to wake Colby and you grab your phone from the stand. You bite your lip as you navigate through your phone and into your text message threat with Avery.
You struggled to type out your question, because you didn't want it coming off as bad, but you just had this feeling that either way, with you being in Vegas with a fiancé who doesn't even want you here isn't going to make it better.
You locked your phone, deciding on not sending a message. You cuddled back into Colby's chest and he pulled you closer, "You okay?"
You nod against his chest, a soft toned lie coming from your mouth, "Yeah."
It's quiet for a few minutes and you clear your throat, "I'll be right back. I'm going to see if Hadley has any melatonin or something..."
Sounded like a decent excuse.
You got up, walking over to the connecting door and quietly unlocking it. You push it open and step in. You quietly prance over to her bed and sit down on it slowly, "Hey." You whisper, "Hadley."
She stirs but still no luck. You lean down, "Hey. I need to talk to you." You whisper slightly loud and her body jolts, "what.. the fuck? Y/n?"
She rubs her eyes, "what time is it?"
"I don't know like four thirty?" You move to get over the covers and your sigh as you lean back against the headboard, "I'm stuck."
"On?" She knows, she just wants you to make yourself say it out loud, so you do, "Calling.. off the wedding.."
"Why?" She rubs her eyes, "Like, because you've been hooking up with Colby or because you want to be with Colby."
You know the answer, but you stay silent.
"Do what makes you happy.. I mean.. all I'm gonna say is that you're with someone who doesn't even want you here celebrating their wedding."
You nod, "But.. I still slept with Colby."
"Okay, before he starts to get skeptical about what-" she tilts her head, "what are you here for?"
"Oh." You nod, "I told him I was coming to get some melatonin. I was going to text Avery but I chickened out."
"Well before he starts wondering why you're taking so long, I think first off you need to find out whether or not Avery was serious with the whole hall pass thing but you can play around it either way. Just tell them that you got to meet Colby and I was joking about it or something."
You stare at the bed, thinking for a moment before you nod, "Yeah." You look at her, "That's good. Thank you." You go do get out of her bed, "Sorry for waking you up."
"Mhm." Hadley mumbles as she moves around to get comfortable again, "Night. Good luck."
You let out a soft laugh as you make your way back to the conjoining door. You quietly slip through, closing it beside tip toeing back to hour side of the bed.
Your eyes move up and down Colby's sleeping figure and you just can't help yourself.
You move onto the bed, sitting on your knees as you lean down to lay a few kisses over his abdomen. You glance up at him and smile as he stays asleep.
You reach up, laying a hand on his cheek, "Colby?" You whisper as your thumb strokes his cheek, "I need you."
"You need me, mm?" Colby smirks and you're not in the mood for jokes, which Colby picked up on when you moved to straddle his waist.
You slip your shirt off and toss it, leaving your boobs in full view. You're thinly clothed cunt hovering above his sheet covered cock, growing harder as the situation continues.
"Yes." You whimper out, "I need you." Colby's hands grip at your waist and slide up to move your shirt, "Whatever you need, sweetheart."
You leaned down, pressing your lips to his and his hands slide around to your ass. He pushes you down as he pushes his hips up.
You moan as his cock grinds against your clit, "F-Fuck." You whimper against his lips, "Please."
He flips you over moving the sheet to bring it over you and he moves his body to hover over yours, "You're needy early this mornin'.." Colby tilts his head, "everything alright?"
His hands move down to slip into the top of your panties and you gasp as you feel his fingers brush your clit, "I'm good."
You were in fact not good.
Far fucking from it.
Your mind was racing as lighting speed, did I just ruin someone's life? What if doing this wasn't worth if? There's a chance Avery could have been serious about it..
You let out a groan, grabbing onto his neck, "Fuck me. Please." You could cry from the amount of emotions you have, you just wanted Colby for fuck them all away for a little while.
He pulls his hand out of your panties and he slips them into the waist band, pulling them down your legs.
He pulls them over your feet and your knees are spread wide. You reach out for him and Colby smirks as he leans down. His lips sync with yours and you wiggle your hips, moaning out as you feel the head of his cock rub against your soaked folds.
You bite down gently on his bottom lip, gasping as you feel his cock slide in to you. Your nails digging into the top of his shoulders as you tilt your head back, mouth parted as you moan loudly.
"O-oh.. F-Fuck." You arch your back and Colby takes the opportunity to slip his arm under your back and hold you like that as he begins to thrust.
His lips meet the valley between your boobs, planting open mouth kisses as he moans against your skin, "Please don't leave today."
"Colby." You whisper, clenching your walls around his cock, "I-I ha-" Colby cuts you off with a sloppy kiss and he shakes his head, "No. no. Baby, please don't say you have to."
He rests his forehead against yours and you moan out, "why?" Colby rolls you over so you're now the one riding him, "Why, what baby?" He asks, hands tightly gripping your hips as you move your hips up and down.
"Why shouldn't I leave?" You breathe out as you dig your nails into his chest. He bucks his hips upward, "Do they fuck you better than me?"
You shake your head, "N-not even close." You smile and look down at him, rocking your hips against his as you tilt your head back.
Colby slides his hands up from your hips, gripping your boobs to knead at them.
You let out a moan, whimpering as you look down at Colby, "I'm so close."
Colby slips you back over, one arm bent by your head to hold his weight and the other on your cheek, "You feel so good."
You were desperately chasing that high when all of a sudden your phone rings. Your head snaps and to the side and from as far as you can lift it, you know it's Avery.
"Fuck." You gasp, trying to sit up. You groan when Colby doesn't move and you groan, "Colby, I need to answer that."
"Answer it. I'm not stopping." He leans up and you quickly grab your phone, "please don't say a thing."
He smirks at your plea and shrugs, "My mouth will be full don't worry."
You answer the phone, sounding like you just woke up, "Hello."
"Hey," Avery says, "What are you doing?" Your eyes fix on Colby bending up your legs and pushing them up and away from him, "Trying to wake up." You laugh slightly, gasping quietly when Colby's tongue presses to your clit.
I mean, he did give you a few minutes of talking normal to your fiancé, so you can't be mad.
"Yeah." Avery laughs anxiously, "Sorry about that."
You hum in response, mainly towards Colby slipping a finger into your soaked cunt, "No.. it's fine." You breathe out and Avery stays quiet for a few seconds, "Doesn't sound fine."
You know this is turning into an argument. The anger rising within you, is starting to make you not want to care if they hear another person making you cum.
You arch your back up off the bed as Colby adds another finger and you manage to choke out words, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You huffed when you said it's fine." Avery says, a hint of anger dashing their words, "No. no. You know what. You come home today, I don't want to fight with you. I shouldn't have even brang it up."
You look down at Colby who is staring up at you, beautifully to add. His fingers thrust into you at a slow pace, curling up ward right when you needed him to.
You felt awful for being on the phone with your fiancé while Colby Brock is knuckle need in your pussy.
Also, turned you on in such a way that could never ever be waterboarded out of you.
"Avery." You say, pausing as Colby moves to rub your clit with his other hand, "I just woke up." You breathe out, turning it into a fake yawn, "What's going on with you?"
They take a breath and start speaking, "I just wanted to call and say that I love you so much and I'm so excited to see you today. You're going to make sure a beautiful wife. My beautiful wife."
Your stomach drops and you get that same gut feeling that you got when you were on the phone with them.
Your whole demeanor changes and Colby notices, stopping his actions as he sits up. You hold your hand out to him displaying one finger and he nods.
You move to sit up, "Avery.. what's going on?"
"What do you mean what's going on?" They ask and you rest your head in your foreheads, "I don't know, you must haven't ever called me to tell me you love me like this before."
You mainly repeat it just so Colby can know what's going on. You lay back down and roll your hips towards him. He smiles, taking the hint right away.
He leans down, tongue sliding in between your folds and you fight back a moan. Luckily, it was Avery's turn to speak.
"I'm just.." they sigh and you bite down on your lip, waiting for them to continue, "I'm nervous but so excited about the wedding I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
Their excuse didn't sit right with you.
"Oh." You laugh slightly, "I see. Well.. I love you, too, baby."
Your words made Colby's grip tighter on your hips. You look down at him just as he rises to his knees, hand gripping the base of this cock as he slides it against your glistening cunt.
You know this was going to be hard.
"What time does your flight get in?" Avery asks and you hum as you keep your lips pressed together, "Five.. I think."
Colby pushes his cock in and you lay a hand over your mouth, "Fuck." You quickly cover it up with a laugh, "I'm so excited to see you."
Colby thrusts his cock deeper into you and you clench your jaw as you close your eyes. He lifts your right leg, placing his hand flat against the back of your thigh so he can push it back.
You fight back the moan from the new angle his cock is sliding in and out of.
"That's the spirit." Avery laughs and you weren't sure, but you thought you heard the sound of a distant door shutting, "Alright, I think I'll let you go back to sleep."
"Mm." You hum lowly, "Okay." You lay your left hand on Colby's as you keep the phone pressed to your ear.
He leans down, replacing his hand on your leg with his bicep so he can interlock his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand and tilt your head back, "Wait." You laugh, trying to make it a funny story, "Hadley and I were at the bar and you'll never guess who I seen leaving just as we got there."
The lying is good, keep it going. Avery hums, "Mm, I'm not sure."
"Colby Brock." Your eyes meet his and his gives you a wink, followed by a cocky grin. He didn't give a fuck about your finances feelings.
Only yours.
Colby really didn't you. He thought you were literally the perfect girl ever for him. He wanted you so bad that he sprinted to you at every call or text.
He wanted to be yours just as much as he wanted you to be his.
"I'm not su- wait." Avery laughs, "Colby Brock, isn't he the.. fuck, what do we call it?" They pause for a minute and you ask, "Hall pass?"
You smirk at Colby and take your hand from his grasp, moving it to place your fingers on either side of his slowly moving cock.
He fights back groaning at the sight and you bite down on your lip as Avery laughs, "That's wild. What did Hadley have to say?"
"She pointed him out as he was waking away and all she said was, How often does that shit fucking happen." You answer, sliding your fingers up to your clit.
Your eyes stay locked on Colby's as you continue to speak, "She asked if that meant I could have sex with him and I said no. Avery wouldn't like that very much."
A laugh leaves their lips and Colby bites down on his, smirking as he shakes his head.
"Exactly. I would in fact, not like that. Thank you, baby." They sigh, "Alright. I'm going to bed. I love you."
"I love you." You whisper, "Mhm.. bye." You hear the three little beeps and toss your phone off the bed, sitting up at you reach up to grab Colby's neck slightly rough,"fuck me good."
Colby smirks, taking your hand from his neck and pins it above your head. He does the same with your other one. He holds both of your wrists against the mattress with one of his hands as he holds his weight up on his left arm.
Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms go to his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair as his thrusts speed up.
His face is buried in your neck, leaving little love bites on where he can kiss. He whimpers out quietly, "I can love you better than they can." He kisses up your neck, whispering in your ear, "I can fuck you better than they can."
He lets go of your hands and you instantly sig your nails into his back, squeezing his cock with the walls of your soaked cunt.
You drag your nails upward which causes a groan leaves Colby's lips, "Fuck, baby."
He lifts his head to look at you, "Stay. Please." He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, whimper the next words against them, "Stay with me."
You bit your lip, "C-Colby.. wh-"
"Y/n." Colby moans out quietly, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes on you, "We work. I know you know we do."
You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his, "Fuck.." you moan, looking up at him, "Yeah." You breathe out, "We do. We do, baby."
"Fuck." Colby groans, "As soon as I saw you." Colby shakes his head, letting out a sigh, "I just fucking knew that you were who I needed in my life."
You smile, panting as your orgasm is teetering on the edge, "F-Fuck, s-so cl-" Colby lays a hand on your clit and you gasp, nodding as he runs fast circles with his fingers.
"Fuck. Fuck." You moan out loudly, "C-Colby." You cling to him, moaning constantly as your body explodes with fireworks. Your walls pulsate around him as he kisses your neck, moving up to kiss your lips.
You feel his cock twitch inside of you and you use your ankles, that are interlocked behind his back, to pull him in closer to you.
You could tell that he loved it.
"Fuck." He groans out, a smile on his face, "So fucking good for me." He presses a kiss to your temple and slowly pulls out, "Come on."
Colby stands up and holds his hand out, waiting to lead you to the shower with him. You smile as you sit up, taking his hand to follow.
He walks in, closing the door behind you and you go to turn the water on. You turn to face him, "I think.." you swallow, she's searching the ground as you the strength to say it out loud.
"What's going on?" Colby is hesitant now, unsure if you're going to say anything towards him.
You bite your lip and try to fight back crying, "I think Avery is cheating on me." You keep your eyes on your feet you quickly see Colby's before he tilts your head up to look at him.
"What makes you think that?" Colby asks, thumb rubbing over your cheek. You sigh and nod towards the steamy shower, "Come on."
You pull him back and get into the shower with him. The warm water rushing over both of your bodies.
"They said they went to Cam's house and I've heard from multiple people that Cam doesn't like me. And then they call me at five am and wants to tell me how much they love me?"
Colby keeps his hands on your waist, nodding as he continues to let you rant, "I just.. usually that isn't a good sigh. I've been through something like this before with another person and they were in fact cheating."
You take a breath and Colby cups your cheeks, "You deserve someone who worships you. Who love you inside and out."
Was he referring to himself?
He places a gentle kiss on your lips but that quickly grows into a slow, hands groping each other make out.
"I just.." Colby sighs, "Fuck."
"Say it." You urge him, "Tell me."
Colby's hands slide up to the sides of your neck. His eyes search your face, "I.. I don't want to scare you away."
You shake your head, "You won't." Your eyes stare into his and he nods, "I honestly.. think I may be falling in love with you."
You nod, "I think.. I may be falling.. in love with you, too."
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Party’s Over
Regina George x Reader
Summary: Where Regina ends her own party for her cramping lover
Words: 1,1k
A/N: Is it noticeable I’m having period cramps and need some comfort from the prettiest (and meanest) queen bee of all? I hope not
As the night went on, Y/N couldn’t believe how many more people could crash into her girlfriend’s party. To say the house was full would be an understatement. She sipped on her solo cup, something she could not pinpoint, even if her life depended on it, and searched for Regina with her eyes.
Spotting the blonde head among the croud was easy, though, she could recognize the girl with her eyes closed. She was talking with some people, standing confident in her beautiful maroon dress – it hugged her soft curves perfectly –, her signature smirk adorning her crimson lips and she gently flipped her hair off her shoulder.
Y/N smiled to herself, feeling lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend. But it faltered quickly as she felt the pressure she knew way too well right at the bottom of her belly. It wasn’t surprising, giving the ache she felt on her lower back since the moment she woke up.
“Fuck.” She mumbles, walking off towards a bathroom to make sure she didn’t just start her period. She didn’t, which was good, as she sighs in relief. Washing her hands and splashing a bit of cold water on her neck, she embraces herself ready to play it cool for a few more hours, not wanting to ruin the party for her girl.
“Hey, I was looking for you. Everything ok?” Regina asks when she finds her, hands gingerly resting or her waist. “Yeah, I’m good. Just went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.” Y/N smiles, placing her own hands on the blonde’s shoulders.
“Good. Come here, I have a few people I’d like to introduce you.” She responds, kissing her girlfriend quickly before pulling her by the hand to a small group of peers.
To be honest, Y/N did a fairly good job of play pretend for two hours, but it was starting to get to her. The cramps were just getting stronger, making her whole body achy and tense. But she kept her facade as better as she could, not willing to spoil Regina’s fun, knowing she would drop everything to make sure she was fine.
They were now sitting outside by the pool, an array of chairs and couches, talking animatedly with everyone else. I mean, most likely Regina talked and Y/N just agreed and nodded along, smiling every now and then.
When a strong cramp came, she scrunched her face and pressed on the pillow covering her stomach. The blonde must have felt how her body tensed under the hand she had on her girlfriend’s thighs ‘cause she turned her head, a concerned look on her eyes as she looked in hers.
“What’s wrong, baby?” She whispered, her thumb caressing soft shapes where it rested. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” Y/N tried reassuring, but it wasn’t as convencing as the previous times. Sensing her discomfort, Regina excuses both of them and walks away to a more secluded area, hand now on the small of her partner’s back.
“Wanna try again and tell me what’s bothering you?” She asks softly, looking down with honeyed eyes. Y/N sighs and relents. “It’s just cramps. I have them a few days before my period also. Nothing too bad, I promise.” Right after she ends her sentence, another wave of piercing pain stabs at her womb, making her fold and frown.
“Oh, I can see that.” Her girlfriend says, sarcastically, but sighs, concerned. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve got you some painkillers and a hot water bottle, maybe also put you to bed.” “Thay’s exactly why.” She furrows her eyebrowns, confused. “I didn’t want you to step out of your own party just to take care of me.”
“That’s nonsense. Baby, I would drop everything to take care of you, gladly.” She takes the shorter girl’s cheek on her hands, soft but firm, to prove her point. “You’re my girlfriend and I love you. Of course taking care of you and making sure you’re ok is my priority. Not some silly party that wouldn’t be as joyful if you weren’t with me, ok?”
Y/N couldn’t help but tear up a bit, but she blamed her hormones. “Okay.” She agreed quietly. Regina smiles, leaning in for a brief but passionate kiss, trying to show all of her love and care through it.
“Now, come on, let’s get you upstairs. Somewhere quieter and confier.” And holding hands, they both walk up Regina’s room. She sat her girlfriend in her bed and then rummages through her closet for comfortable clothes she could wear.
“Here, love. Change into these while I go downstairs to grab you some medicine and put an end to the noise.” She hands her the pile of clothes. “You don't have to end the party just because of me, Gina. I can rest just fine.” She frowns. “Don’t be silly. I’m coming back to cuddle you so there’s no reason to keep randos in my house. So stay put, I’ll be right back.”
She leaves, closing the door and Y/N can’t help but smile like a school girl over her affectionate lover. She changes clothes, relaxing breathing Regina’s perfume on them. She also puts a pad on, just in case her period comes while she sleeps – she’d die of embarrassement if she bleeds on her girl’s bed.
The noise disappears quickly, Y/N can hear the commotion of people leaving and a faint voice of her girlfriend shouting. In about ten minutes, she returns, bearing meds, water and snacks.
“I have no idea where my mom put our water bag and my heating pad broke, so I’m sorry.” “Gina, it’s okay! This is more than I could ask for, thank you.” “Only the best for my baby.” She smiles and walks over to the bed, giving her partner a few pills and the water.
The hurting girl drinks half the water bottle and nibs on the snacks so her stomach wouldn’t be so upset because of the meds and alcohol she consumed.
“There you go. You should rest now. I’m sure you'll be feeling better tomorrow.” She fluff the pillows and covers her sweet girl with the thick duvet before climbing in bed herself (now in her sleep attire).
She scooches closer, tangling their legs as she holds her tight against her chest, kissing her head lovingly.
“Thank you for taking such good care of me, Gina.” Y/N whispers, face nuzzling oh the blonde’s neck. “Of course, baby. You don’t even have to thank me. I’d do it over and over again, just for you.” She responds, one hand scratching her girlfriend’s scalp while the other held her as close as possible.
“I love you.” Y/N says, feeling relaxed, loved and safe. “I love you, too, princess. Sleep tight, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Regina whispers, kissing her temple tenderly.
And just like that, they both fell asleep in each other’s arms, secured in a cocoon built with pure love and care.
A/N: I had to take matters into my own hands. I could not go any longer without more fanfictions of my favorite blonde. Hope you guys liked it! <3
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Giving In
Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...
Words: 934
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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.
It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.
It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.
That was a week ago.
Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.
She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.
Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.
Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.
She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.
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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).
"Need some help?"
Natasha froze.
She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.
Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."
Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.
They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.
When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"
Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.
"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."
"W-Wanda, wait...!"
But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.
Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.
"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.
Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.
Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.
"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."
Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.
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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔
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balcony talks
summary: you come out of the shower and notice vinnie smoking all alone in his balcony and decide to join him. (based off the story vinnie posted ‘I have no one to smoke w’)
status: relationship
warnings: yn kissing his body and teasing
a/n: first posttttt aaaaaa
I was just done with my shower and was finishing brushing my hair in front of Vinnie's big bathroom mirror when the smell of weed hit my nostrils.
Y/n knew Vinnie smoked before they both started dating, he wanted to be transparent with her cause he felt good about what they both had at the time & didn’t want his smoking to get in the way of their future together.
And it didn’t, firstly because Y/n smoked yourself & she found it hot when he smoked. The way he put the blunt in between his index and middle finger, watching his adams apple go up and down when he breathed in and out the smoke. How he moved his face away so he wouldn’t blow out the smoke in her face. The little things he did were cute and she wouldn’t say it out loud but it also turned her on.
So here I was, walking out of his bathroom and going to the balcony. As I walked towards the glass sliding doors I saw him sitting on one of the chairs outside, he was wearing a black t-shirt with some jeans and a beanie. He was also typing something on his phone and me being nosy you looked.
It was a photo of him with the blunt in his mouth as he typed:
‘I have no one to smoke w’
Y/n smiled at herself knowing he’ll have someone to smoke with now.
I slide the half-closed sliding door open, the noise causing Vinnie to turn around, and smile softly when he noticed it was Y/n.
“Comin' to join me?” Vinnie asks already knowing the answer. But he wanted to hear her say it.
“You know it,” I said nodding my head and walking over to stand in front of him.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked pointing to his thigh.
Vinnie smirked and said, “Nope, all yours doll.”
I nodded and sat on his lap, then took the blunt that was in between his fingers, put it to my mouth, and inhaled.
Smoking has always been a solution to my problems. I like the way it makes me feel like something inside me is burning, but it doesn’t hurt. It feels good. It makes me feel alive. So I do it once in a while, and this time it’s with my boyfriend, Vinnie.
I take the blunt out of my mouth put it back in between his fingers and lean back, my head lays in the crook of his neck as I breathe out the smoke. Seeing it dissolve into the air like nothing. I look up at Vinnie and kiss his jaw.
“What have you been up to lately V?” I say as he takes a hit of the blunt. He makes the face he usually does when he’s thinking.
He blows out the smoke and says, “Hmm, not much. But I’ve been trying to do a new song with Adam. You already know how that goes.” He said chuckling a little.
“Oh my gosh, are you guys still fighting over doing another one of those weird songs” Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and sits up on his lap to look at him.
“It’s funny thoughhh,” Vinnie says throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
“Whatever you say,” Y/n says sarcastically shrugging her shoulders as she takes another hit from the blunt.
“What about you? Did you get a call back from the model agency yet?” Vinnie says taking the blunt from my fingers and his free hand going on my lower back dragging itself to my ass.
“Not yet,” I sigh. “But I don’t want to think about that right now, I want to think about us, about you,” I say looking down at his neck and noticing the silver chain he has. I also notice the hook of the chain is at the front so I bring my hands up to his neck and move the chain around to place it correctly.
After we pass the blunts to eachother a couple a times I can start to feel the burn in my lungs.
“I’m so happy your mine V,” I say out of the blue. “You mean the world to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I say.
“Y/n, I think you smoked too much today,” Vinnie says laughing softly and putting the blunt down on the small table outside. Then uses his hand to move some hair away from my face and puts it behind my ear. “Do you want to go inside?” He asks resting his hand on her cheek. His other hand was still on her ass.
I shake my head softly and sit up on his lap so I’m straddling him and my hands on the bottom of his shirt. “Can I tell you which of your tattoos are my favorite?” I ask.
He murmurs in response.
I lift his shirt a bit and touch the tattoo on his v-line. “This one, I like the heart and the way it’s filled in.” My fingers go over his tattoo and I can hear his breath catch in his throat. “Did it hurt when you got it done?”
“N-No, well, a little bit since they had to fill in the heart.” He says.
“Okay,” I whisper looking at his other tattoos, and then have an idea. I look around, and make sure no one is outside the house.
“I’m gonna kiss all the tattoos I like, okay?” I say looking back at him. A smirk appears on his face.
“You know I love it when your lips touch me, Do whatever you want.” He says.
I feel my cheeks heat up a bit but I know he doesn’t notice since it’s dark outside.
“Take your shirt off,” I tell him, and he takes it off dropping it on the balcony floor. I look down at his body and bring my lips to kiss the snake tattoo on his collarbone. I can hear him hold his breath for a few seconds while I kiss and suck softly on the snake tattoo.
I go down to kiss the wings in the middle of his chest. I look up at him and notice his head is thrown back on the chair and his eyes are closed.
I smirk to myself and kitty lick his tattoo and I hear him suck in a sharp breath. “Everything okay?” I ask teasingly as I sit up straight and look at his opened eyes now.
“You know what you're doing Y/n.” He said, his voice sounding a little out of breath.
“And what are you gonna do about it?” I ask brushing my hand through his golden soft hair.
Both of his hands suddenly touch the back of my thighs and he stands up. “Many, many things.” He says walking to the balcony door and entering his room.
Closing the door and bringing us to his bedroom.
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