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bellaxgiornata · 7 months

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Seeking Forgiveness [Part Two]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.7k

[Full summary and installment list for this series can be found here.]

Warnings/tags: 18+ contains angst, emotional hurt, delayed comfort, pregnant Reader

a/n: I am so happy to see how much love this series has already gotten! And now part two of this angsty series is finally here! The next installment is already written and will be in Matt's POV. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Curled up on your couch, having made yourself as small as possible, you’d been half-watching the series that you had playing on Netflix. Mostly you’d had it on for the background noise, not wanting to feel quite as alone as you actually were. Eyes closed, you lay there huddled under your softest blanket drifting in and out of sleep. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you'd picked this blanket because it had been Matt’s favorite one at your place, soft even to his senses. The pair of you had curled up on your couch underneath it together countless times in the past.

Turning and burying your face into your pillow, you fought down yet another wave of nausea at the movement and attempted to muffle the whimper that slipped out of you at the thought of Matt. It had only been just over a day since your fight with him which had ultimately ended the relationship. He’d never even reached out to you once he’d eventually returned home Thursday night after dealing with whatever had been more important than staying and talking to you. He hadn’t made a single attempt to discuss the important thing you’d told him you'd needed to talk to him about, either, clearly not finding it important enough to give it his attention. And he obviously must not have cared about how hurt you’d been that night when he'd left–which had seemed very unlike the Matt you’d initially fallen in love with.

He didn’t reach out to you all of Friday, either. Not that it had really come as a surprise to you. Though that hadn’t stopped you from staring at your phone on and off throughout the day, willing him to call and apologize and prove that his behavior lately wasn’t really him. But your phone never rang and that only further cemented your anger at Matt. So you never made an attempt to reach out to him in return. Instead, you’d spent most of your day at work crying or trying not to puke in a bathroom stall, barely able to focus on getting anything done.

If Matt had wanted to talk to you, he’d have reached out and talked to you. Things were over between you both now, that was incredibly apparent. Despite how hurt you were about the way things had ended, and how much you'd been crying over Matt and the breakup along with your current situation, you were also absolutely pissed at Matt, too. Pissed that he had treated you the way he had recently–and pissed at yourself for sticking around long enough thinking that wasn’t Matt. Because it clearly was with how often he’d broken promises to you, even if he’d never been quite like that in the almost year and a half you’d both been together. He’d certainly changed on you, showing you his true self which was too wrapped up in playing savior trying to protect Hell’s Kitchen.

Now it was Saturday morning and you’d woken up feeling exceptionally hormonal and nauseous. You hadn’t even been able to finish the buttered toast you’d made this morning in the hopes of settling your stomach, the taste of it so strong that you found yourself gagging until you’d tossed it in the garbage and opened a window to alleviate the smell of it in your apartment. You’d read about the heightened sense of smell for pregnant women just last night when you’d been researching early pregnancy symptoms and wondering what to expect. Immediately your first reaction was to call Matt, wanting to tell him and make a joke about having super senses just like him. But the moment you’d pulled up his contact on your phone, you’d remembered you couldn’t call him.

You’d spent this morning trying your hardest not to think about him and then inevitably sobbing into your pillow when you failed. You had already flipped it around a handful of times now, but still you couldn’t seem to find a spot to rest your head that wasn’t already soaked from your tears. It didn’t help that you were hungry–almost ravenous–but simultaneously disgusted by the thought of any and all food. You were tired, too. A level of tired you’d never felt before, and you figured your past few nights of poor sleep weren’t the only thing to attribute that to.

All you wanted to do today was sulk on your couch. You’d made an appointment for Tuesday with an obstetrician for your first visit and you’d already placed a grocery order last night–making sure you added prenatals and plenty of fresh fruit to your order. Now you just wanted to wallow in misery for a while and pray that the nausea didn’t last the entirety of the first trimester. You didn’t think you’d survive that on top of dealing with a broken heart.

But all your plans to be lonely and miserable fell right out the window the moment you heard a few knocks sound out from your apartment door behind you. Groaning, you buried your face further into the cold, damp pillow. Half of you hoped it wasn’t Matt, the other half of you wanted to smack him with one of his billy clubs.

“Who’s there?” you called out, words partially muffled by pillow.

“It’s Karen,” the familiar voice replied a little hesitantly. “I brought coffee and bagels.”

You groaned again, the few contents of your stomach swirling around uncomfortably at the thought of either of those things. And you loved coffee and bagels.

Reluctantly you pushed yourself up from the couch, pausing for a moment when you were hit with a surge of dizziness. You moaned pathetically, running a hand across your forehead as you waited it out. When the room finally stopped spinning, you fully rose to your feet before taking your time making your way over to your apartment door.

Opening it, you were greeted with the sight of Karen in casual clothes. Which meant she hadn't gone into the office this morning, though judging by the sad smile on her face as she quickly scanned you over, you knew that she'd heard about the breakup. Or at least suspected it.

"Hey," she greeted you gently, holding up the cardboard coffee holder in one hand and the brown paper bag of bagels in the other. "I brought an offering of comfort."

"So you know?" you asked her.

Stepping to the side, you gestured her into your apartment. Karen didn't hesitate, heading straight towards your living room as you closed the door after her. Slowly you turned, trudging your way to your living room and trying your best not to look like you were going to be sick.

“Suspected,” Karen said, glancing over her shoulder at you. “But now I feel like my suspicions have been confirmed.”

Settling down onto the couch beside Karen, you watched as she reached over towards your coffee table and pulled a coffee out of the holder. Turning towards you, she offered it to you with a warm smile. You reached out, about to accept the cup from her hand–desperate for caffeine–but when the strong aroma of caramel and espresso from the latte hit your nose, you nearly retched. Grimacing, you quickly waved a hand at the coffee, shaking your head and cringing away from it. Karen drew her hand back, sniffing the coffee with a furrow between her brows as she eyed the cup in her hand.

"You usually get caramel lattes, right?" she asked, glancing up at you in confusion.

"Yeah, I just–just don't feel like coffee right now," you lied.

"Okay," Karen replied slowly, setting the coffee back down on your coffee table. "So do you want to tell me what happened?” she asked, picking up her own coffee and focusing back on you. “Because Matt was…an absolute mess at the office yesterday. I mean, granted, he’s been coming in looking like shit for awhile now, but he seemed half alive yesterday. Wouldn't say why, either, but I had a feeling it involved you.” She paused, her blue eyes surveying you closely. “And judging by the fact that it looks like you've been crying, I'm guessing it does."

You sighed, gaze dropping down towards your lap. There was no point in hiding the breakup. Not from Karen. She was too perceptive and you knew one way or another she’d figure it out. Plus, it would feel good to not feel alone for just a bit.

“Yeah, we broke up,” you confessed. “Thursday night. And it was…awful.”

She gasped, the noise drawing your focus up towards her on the couch beside you. Her hand had frozen with her coffee cup just before her lips, her eyes wide in shock. A second later her cup was lowering back to her lap, her left hand darting out and grabbing yours.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “What the hell happened? I thought you two were doing so well together?”

Shrugging, you felt a lump forming in your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but stubbornly it refused to disappear.

“We had been until a couple of months ago when things gradually began to go downhill,” you told her. “I knew about him going out as Daredevil. Obviously I had always known about that since we’d started dating. And it hadn’t been an issue because there’d always been compromise in the relationship. But over the past couple of months he’d slowly been going out more and more,” you explained, feeling the tears starting to burn at your eyes yet again this morning. “Until he was going out every single night. For a couple of weeks straight. And he kept repeatedly promising me he’d make time for me over and over, but then he kept forgetting or making excuses and going out as Daredevil instead. And it just–just got to be too much, you know?”

Karen nodded, squeezing your hand gently in hers. “So you ended things with him?” she asked. “Because he kept choosing Daredevil over you?”

You pulled a face at her question, quickly shaking your head. “What? No,” you answered. “I told him I needed to talk to him about something important and he decided that running around as Daredevil was more important than being there for me. And I practically begged him to stay in, Karen. And you know what he did?”

“Something very dumb and Matt-like?” she guessed.

“He got pissed at me like it was all my fault because I didn’t accept what he does as Daredevil!” you exclaimed, anger soon replacing your sadness. “Which is utter bullshit because I have always been supportive of him. Always there to help patch him up and clean the blood off of him at the end of his nights. Making sure he actually ate dinner and helping him remember upcoming appointments because he was always so distracted. Offering him comfort whenever he needed it after a difficult night. And I never once asked him to stop despite how much I worried about him.”

Your right hand curled into a fist in your lap, the memory of the way Matt had spoken to you the other night flooding back. Gritting your teeth together, your focus dropped down to your lap.

“I loved him–loved him even as Daredevil. But I needed him that night, Karen,” you ground out, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your rage. “And I told him that. And yet he still chose to walk out on me.”

Karen was silent beside you for a long moment, her hand tightening around yours. Raising your right hand up, you wiped away a few stray tears with the back of it. You sniffled, your body feeling a confusing mess of anger and sadness that had you wanting to scream and throw everything in your apartment but also curl up in your bed and sleep away your pain.

“What did you need to talk to him about?” Karen asked softly.

Your hand froze mid-swipe of a tear on your cheek as her question broke the silence. Slowly your eyes slid up, landing on Karen’s knowing blue ones. It was like she already could see right through you to the answer. Yet again you realized there was no point trying to hide something from her, especially because you knew you could confide the truth in her.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

Karen inhaled a sharp breath at your confession, nodding her head slowly in response. Once again you tried to swallow that lump in your throat which now seemed almost permanently stuck there in the silence that followed.

“So he doesn’t know?” she eventually asked.

You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I found out Thursday morning. Told him earlier in the day that I really needed to talk to him. But he wouldn’t stay and talk that night. He was rude and mean and then he just left. Never tried to reach out to me afterwards. So we’re just…done. And now I’m trying to figure out how the hell I’m going to raise a child alone in the city.”

Her brows shot up in surprise onto her forehead. “Alone? Why would you be raising it alone? Are you not going to tell Matt he has a child?” she questioned.

Expression shifting quickly, you shot Karen a flat look. “Come on, Karen,” you said. “Of course I’ll tell him. But let’s be real here. Matt isn’t going to want to be a father. The man barely takes care of himself. He can’t even commit to a relationship without messing up his priorities. You think he’d want the responsibilities of having a child? Because I sure as shit don’t. Not after seeing him the other night.”

“Okay, yes,” she agreed, nodding again as she reached over to set her undrank coffee onto your coffee table. “He’s definitely got his flaws. But we’re talking about Matt here. He’s got a big heart underneath all that stubborn, self-flagellating bullshit. He would never turn his back on you–” she abruptly raised a hand to cut you off the moment you’d opened your mouth to counter her comment, “ –or at the very least, his own child.”

You shook your head, running hand across your forehead. Karen meant well, you knew that, but she was wrong. She hadn’t seen him going out every single night, fixated on that stupid Russian mafia like you had for weeks now. She hadn’t seen him that night when he’d talked to you the way he had. A couple of weeks ago, you’d never have believed that was Matt, either.

“I don’t think he’d not have a relationship with his own child,” you told her slowly, “but Matthew Murdock would never want to be a father. There is nothing more important to him than this goddamn city that he thinks he has to protect. So yes,” you stated, “I’m clearly doing this on my own, Karen.”

A slow, sad smile spread over her lips at your words. Shifting uncomfortably on the couch under her stare, your gaze darted over to the unopened bag of bagels on your coffee table. Your stomach gave a hungry lurch at the smell of the cream cheese. Reaching out, you grabbed the bag and immediately began to open it.

“This is the first thing that has smelled good in days ,” you told her.

She laughed lightly, picking her coffee back up and taking a drink. You immediately pulled out one of the packages, ripping it open before tearing a large bite out of the bagel. Somehow it tasted exponentially better than you remembered bagels ever tasting before.

“Have them both,” Karen urged. “I take it you’ve been experiencing pregnancy symptoms already then?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed out, chewing a bite of bagel before swiftly swallowing it down. “I feel like I’m always nauseous and tired. And I’ve been getting headaches nonstop. I’m hungry but almost everything I normally eat sounds and smells absolutely disgusting lately. I couldn’t even stomach buttered toast this morning–I had to open a window just to get the smell out of the apartment.”

Karen winced beside you. “That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, it is,” you replied. “And I researched other symptoms common in pregnancy, and you know what? They don’t sound much better, either.”

Karen’s fingers drummed lightly on her coffee cup as she chewed her lip, eyeing you. You continued to devour the bagel in your hands, your eyes narrowing as you watched her. Eventually one of your brows raised at her in a silent question.

“I don’t know if this is a stupid question,” Karen began cautiously, “but are you…excited at all? About being pregnant? I mean, I know this clearly wasn’t planned and it's all new to you still if you only found out on Thursday but…you’re having a baby. Have you–have you processed that yet?”

Lowering the bagel down to your lap, you let Karen’s question settle in your mind. You really hadn’t given that too much thought in the few days since you’d found out you were pregnant. Admittedly you’d been too focused on initially trying to tell Matt the news. But then when that didn’t go as planned, you’d been trying to deal with the pain of a broken heart while trying to set up an appointment for an obstetrician and also trying to read up on information about early pregnancy. You really hadn’t thought too much about your feelings.

You knew for a fact you wanted this baby, though. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about that. Not that you had issues with the alternative, but you’d known the moment you’d seen those two pink lines on that pregnancy test that you were keeping it. No matter what that meant.

“I haven’t really thought about it, no,” you admitted quietly. “But I do know I want this.”

Nervously chewing your lip, you wondered how Karen would feel about a big reason that you were so certain. Would you sound ridiculous considering how things had ended with you and Matt? Was it ridiculous? You weren’t entirely sure of the answer yourself.

“I don’t really know how to explain it but…as angry as I am at Matt and as much as I’m trying to move on from him,” you slowly admitted aloud, “I know there’s–there’s always going to be feelings there for him. That some part of me will always love him. And this baby–” you continued, your left hand unconsciously landing affectionately over your abdomen as your eyes began to water, “–it's a part of him. A part of us . Back when things were good between us. And even though this pregnancy wasn’t planned and it’s not what I would’ve initially chosen to have happen right now, I can’t help but love this child already.” Lips trembling, your gaze dropped down towards your abdomen, your hand continuing to gently rub across the top of it. “I can’t help but already love the fact that it’s both Matt and I in there. Even if I want to scream and slap the shit out of him right now for how much he hurt me.”

A few more tears slipped out of your eyes and you sniffled, turning your head and wiping the dampness on your cheeks onto the sleeve of your shirt. You felt Karen’s hand gently grasping yours again, the one you had resting over your belly. Glancing back towards her, you saw her send you a watery smile herself, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “you know you’re not alone going through all of this. I’m always here for you. And whenever you tell Fog and Marci, I know they both will be, too. I know I can’t speak for Matt, but know that you’ve always got us.”

Your heart twisted in your chest at her promise. The pain of Matt not being in the picture was a sharp contrast to the love you felt right now from your friends about this situation. A smile gradually spread across your face, tears still trailing their way warm and wet down your cheeks. Though this time not entirely from sadness, but also from gratitude that your time with Matt had at least brought you such wonderful friends.

“Thank you, Kare,” you croaked out, reaching across the couch and quickly wrapping her in a hug. “You don’t know how much that means to me to hear. This is…definitely scary trying to navigate alone right now.”

“Well I’ll always be here for you,” she promised again, hugging you tightly back. “ Especially when you need someone to go baby shopping with you or to help put together a baby registry for that shower you know Marci and I are going to throw you. And I’d love to help you pick out little outfits for a girl or a boy anytime.”

You laughed, touched by her enthusiasm as the tears fell a little harder. You eventually pulled away from Karen, wiping a hand across your eyes as you tried to will them to finally stop falling. You’d already spent too much time crying this morning as it was.

“I think it’s a bit longer before I know the gender,” you told her, the faint smile still on your face. “But maybe an impromptu baby shopping trip is in the cards soon. Once I get a little farther along.”

“How far are you?” she asked curiously.

Her blue eyes dropped down towards your stomach, though you knew there wasn’t a baby bump visible yet.

“Nearing six weeks,” you answered, your smile growing a little wider. “At eight weeks I’ll have the first ultrasound, which I’m honestly a little excited for because I think it’ll make this all feel even more real.” Your eyes dropped back down to your abdomen, the smile still lingering on your lips. “And that’s when I’ll get to see them for the first time. Hear their heartbeat.”

At the mention of your baby’s heartbeat, a sharp pang hit you straight in the chest. Your smile faltered instantly as a thought struck you in that very moment.

Matt wouldn’t need one of those machines to hear their heartbeat.

Your jaw clenched tight, your hand gripping firmly around the partially finished bagel you were still holding. More thoughts suddenly began to race through your mind as you sat there on your couch, briefly forgetting Karen was even there.

How would Matt feel when he heard his own child’s heartbeat for the first time? Would it affect him at all? Enough to ever make something else more important to him than just Hell’s Kitchen?

Because after the other night, you didn’t think anything could do that.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #daredevil

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midnightechoes · 1 year

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So this week is going to go down as maybe the most sapphic week in animation history. It’s going to have a great case, there are so many sapphic shows or shows with prominent sapphic couples airing this week.

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Here’s a quick rundown:

Yuri Is My Job!

Premiering on Crunchyroll on April 6th.

Yuri is My Job! is based on a yuri manga of the same name. It follows high schooler Hime, who cares deeply about her image as sweet and helpful, even though she’s actually selfish. She accidentally injures the manager of a cafe, and agrees to work there to make up for it. But this is no ordinary cafe, it’s like a cafe dinner theater where all the waitresses play characters from a fictional high school and act out skits for the patrons. Hime’s character is supposed to be in love with one of the other waitresses’ character, but she starts actually falling for the girl. Only problem is, behind the scenes the other waitress seems to hate her.

Yeah, that sounds kind of bonkers! I can already see the story now, Hime starting out playing a role, and eventually having to legitimately earn the love of Mitsuki.

Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story

Season 2 premiering on Crunchyroll on Friday, April 7th

Ah Birdie Wing. If you saw season one, you know just how delightful wacky this show is. It follows the stories of Eve, a golfer that plays in illegal underground golf matches for the mob, and Aoi, a golf prodigy and the new sensation of the golf world. Their lives crash into each other and the chemistry is overwhelming and immediate.

Technically Eve and Aoi aren’t canon as of the end of s1, but it’s hard to imagine that the show isn’t heading in that direction. It makes no effort to hide the fact that these two are into each other.

I’m so excited to see what season 2 has in store for these two. Birdie Wing is just a delightfully weird little show.

Princess Principal: Crown Handler Chapter 3

Premieres in theaters in Japan on Friday, April 7th

Alright, so this won’t be useful to a lot of people reading this, as this is only premiering in Japan this weekend. But I wanted to mention it because (a) it’ll come over to the US sometime this year, and (b) Princess Principal is awesome and I want to promote it when I can.

Princess Principal was a 12 episode series that aired in 2017, and Crown Handler is a six-part sequel OVA series.

In a nutshell, Princess Principal is a steampunk spy thriller set in an alternate universe European kingdom that has been divided by a wall, Berlin-style. It follows a team of spies, masquerading as high school girls, as they try to prevent the two sides from going to war.

I know, “why is this on a list of gay shit?” Well, because it is. Two of the main characters, Ange and Princess Charlotte, are big-time into each other and while the original series does the anime thing of “we’re only allowed to go so far with this”, the OG series has a lot of intimate scenes between the two and does end *SPOILERS* with the two of them sitting on the beach together while holding hands.

And perhaps Crown Handler, being made years later, can finally take their relationship farther.

RWBY Volume 9

Volume 9 episode 8 airing on Crunchyroll on Saturday, April 8th

RWBY has been ongoing, and the current volume has been airing since February, but there’ll be another episode this Saturday. Right now RWBY is in the middle of dealing with a lot of trauma, BUT, the bees are canon and dating so every episode of RWBY is now officially gay. So says me.

The Owl House: Watching and Dreaming

Series finale airing on the Disney Channel on Saturday, April 8th

I’M NOT READY TO LOSE THIS SHOW! 😭

*ahem* The third and final season 3 special airs on Saturday, and promises to be mega emotional and super gay.

I’m grateful that this show had a chance to finish its story, something a lot of sapphic media doesn’t get to do. But I am still pissed about it getting cancelled in the first place simply because it didn’t fit their “brand” (read: this show is too gay for Disney).

But I just know that Dana and her team put together a sensational finale.

Mobile Suit Gundam: the Witch From Mercury

Season 2 premiering on Crunchyroll on Sunday, April 9th.

Affectionately called G-Witch, season 1 of this show was a revelation in the fall. It follows the story of Suletta Mercury, precious cinnamon roll and the most talented mobile suit pilot around, and Miorine Rembran, daughter of the president of the Benerit Group, a mega-corporation that has massive political power.

The show revolves around a school that’s mostly full of the children of powerful people. And then there’s Suletta, a nobody that just wants to be a normal girl and have a normal school life but through a series of events ends up in a mobile suit duel that she easily wins, earning her the title of Holder, which makes her Miroine’s groom.

At first, the two treat the arrangement as a business arrangement, both seeing practical value in this arranged engagement. But it’s obvious that Miorine is actually pretty into Suletta from the start, and we see Suletta slowly falling for Miorine too.

G-Witch is incredible. Part awesome mecha fights, part political intrigue, part romance between two useless girls who’d rather die that admit their actual feelings.

I am SO EXCITED for season 2!

LGBTQ media hasn’t had it great as of late, with a ton of frustrating cancellations and it almost feeling like Hollywood is going backwards in terms of its commitment to giving us space to tell our stories.

But animation, both in the US and in Japan, seems to be making great strides, being our light in the dark.

All five of these shows are airing episodes this week, and Crown Handler will be in theaters this week and on streaming/blu-ray later this year. RWBY has been airing for weeks and its been the gayest volume yet. the Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady just finished airing and was wonderfully sapphic. I’m In Love With the Villainess is scheduled to air sometimes this year. And just maybe we might get Arcane season 2 before the end of the year.

I’m excited for how sapphic and yuri animation is progressing, I hope it keeps going forward.

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reidslovely · 1 year

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being academic “rivals” with peter

rivals in quotes because you two obviously like each other but are choosing to hide behind witty banter till one of you builds up the courage to ask the other out

maybe you’re a total perfectionist and never really take breaks so you become really stressed out and finally reach a breaking point and peter is just like ‘baby :(’ and he just holds you + maybe takes somewhere to help you relax

I love this trope..because I am a perfectionist in my work. And though I have never really had an academic rival I do heavily relate to mirrorball by Taylor Swift. Anywho..I think this trope is so perfect for Pete! So picture this...

Riding the subway home from your last lecture of the day was the most exhausting experience. Your earbuds were shoved uncomfortably in your ears as you stared blankly out of the window watching the tiled walls of the subway speed by. Your professors voice grating against your ear drums, it was almost enough to make you cry.

It actually brought you to tears.

Finals were coming up, and not only were you competing with yourself and your need to be greater you were competing with Peter Parker.

Biochem genius, your academic rival, and your..boyfriend. It's a funny story, a long story but a fun story. Long story short, too many long nights in the lab working against each other turned into long nights working with each other and helping one another gain points against one another.

No matter how much you loved him, and his dumb little face you had to do better on your finals than he would. A very nice vacation was riding on it: if you got the better grade you two would break open your savings and head up to a cute little cabin you'd been wanting to stay at. If Peter got the better grade you were going to spend a week in Vegas..both were a great option but one was more peaceful and less overstimulating than the other. Your head dropped onto your hand for a moment staring at the dunks in front of you. Your eyes looked up at the lanky figure in front of you and Peter stared down, he was obviously picking up on something you weren't. The subway cart came to a jolting holt you scrambled to your feet, grabbing Peters hand as he led you both out of the cart and up the steps. He reached down slowly pulling the earbuds out of your ears.

"Enough of this, relax." Peter says kissing your head softly. He tucked the earphones into your pockets as you neared his apartment. You felt your gut sink, you knew that he had good intentions but it also felt like he wanted you to fail. Once in the apartment you sat on the couch cracking your book open finishing up rewriting your notes the lecture now playing outlaid from your phone. Everything sounded jumbled and like one big sentence, why was this not sticking what was wrong with you? Why couldn't you get your brain to work? "Baby, c'mere." Peter's body weight drops down over the back of the couch, kissing your cheek softly. "Enough you've prepared enough, no more of this. You're burning out." "I'm not.." You deny the tears already building up in your eyes. He climbs over the back of the couch pulling you between his legs. Pushing books off to the table, and turning the lecture off. "I'm backing out of the bet." He says. "It was stupid. I thought it would be fun but it's put to much on you, so here's what we are gonna do." He speaks softly rubbing patterns on your back. You look up at him, tears finally falling. "We are gonna take our final on Friday and on Saturday morning we are driving up to that cabin and you are not gonna lift a finger okay? No studying, no research work, no spider-man things. Just us. Okay? You just have to promise me one thing?"

"Mhm?" You ask wiping your tears away. "You just do your best and show up. Can we do that?" You nod your head slowly resting your head against his chest, he lowered his head kissing your forehead softly. "Besides, I was gonna let you win either way." He laughs, the vibration off his chest bouncing joy into yours causing you to smile.

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm andrew garfield #tasm peter parker #tasm peter #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter smut #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm peter fluff #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield x reader

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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Finish What Ya Started.

Part Two To This Original Story!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: You let Eddie try anal as that's something he's been fantasising about, but to make it even you declare you get to peg him. The weekend rolls around, Wayne is outta town and you two make use of the empty trailer by pegging Eddie.

Warnings: Yo! This shit is smut, so no minors allowed! 18+ from here on out, kiddos! Uhhh. I’m not sure what warnings to give? There’s oral sex performed on Eddie, reader who is afab/female pronouns, p in a sex, pegging, Eddie receiving. Fingering too, idk what else to warn ya with? This is just p**n tbh! <3

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “idk if you’ve done a fic about this yet, but maybe pegging eddie? the thought just keeps coming to my mind but i’ve never seen a fic about it.”

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Saturday couldn’t roll around fast enough, you were still limping slightly from Thursday, but you were walking around with a noticeable pep in your step, excited about the upcoming adventure that you and Eddie were going to experience. You were nervous and excited, you had no idea what you were doing, and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you knew he was a tough guy and liked a little pain, so what’s the worst that could happen here?

Wayne had left early Friday morning for his fishing trip, leaving you and Eddie to have breakfast and get ready for school without having to tiptoe around his sleeping uncle, it was weird, but it was nice. For a short while it felt like you were living alone together, and it gave you a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of this being your forever, waking up with Eddie, getting ready for your days together, it was a nice thing to aim for.

Putting your dishes in the sink before heading back to his room, you change into comfortable skinny jeans and one of his old shirts, making sure to apply deodorant to yourself and perfume to the shirt to cover the smell of weed and cigarettes.

Packing your bag, you waited on the couch for your boyfriend as he took his sweet time picking out his rings and fixing his hair, rolling your eyes fondly as he stumbles out of his room a little behind schedule, as you expected. Smacking your ass on his way out which elicited a yelp out of you, it was something he did by habit now so he didn’t even stop to think that it would be a bad idea this time.

He jumped a little at your reaction, eyes wide as he’s quickly apologising for touching your ass, once the sting subsides, you break out into a laugh before smacking him with your backpack. Both of you stumbling out towards his van, hopping in with minimal discomfort before revving up the engine and clutching onto the inside for purchase as Eddie speeds you both to school.

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Your day was average, a couple of tests here, a couple of class presentations there, a hectic lunch period that included your boyfriend tackling some of the younger Hellfire kids for his own amusement, nothing out of the ordinary.

The final bell rung for the day, and you made your way down to Hellfire Club, just in time for your weekly meeting. You weren’t technically part of the club, but they welcomed you in all the same, you promised one day that you would actually partake in the story, but for now you were more than happy observing from the side-lines.

Sitting in the corner watching the play in between reading lines from your English homework, giggling whenever Dustin or Eddie would begin bickering, having to declare multiple times that you weren’t going to be taking sides between them.

The game came to an end, small crowd of students cheering in joy as they managed to defeat Vecna this time around, it had been multiple weeks of failures, so relief filled the kids once they had finally succeeded. Only standing once everything was packed up and Eddie was ready to go, not because you were lazy, but Eddie refused to ever let you lift a finger.

You hop in the van with Eddie and the gang, rolling your eyes fondly as yet another fake argument kicked out between them, trying to declare who the best band of all time was, you just slump down in your seat and focus out the window with a smile.

Dropping the kids back at their homes one by one, eventually pulling up to the trailer and letting out a relaxed sigh at the sight of your quiet and peaceful home for the night.

“Pizza?” Eddie offers, shutting off the engine and grinning at you.

“And weed,” you confirm, climbing out of the van and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, following him up to the front door and slipping inside after him, dumping your bag on the couch as you step out of your shoes.

You wander straight towards Eddie’s room to swipe one of his blunts off the dresser with his lighter whilst he called the pizza place and ordered dinner, smiling as you hop up on the counter beside him, he moves between your legs to stand comfortably.

Lighting up the blunt as he hangs up with the pizza shop, taking a long drag before passing it over to him to watch as he does the same, the both of you staying like this until a knock at the door took you out of the moment. You stub out the blunt and watch as he wanders to the door, exchanging the pizza for a wad of cash from his wallet, thanking the driver for bringing it and smiling politely as he is told to have a good night.

Setting the pizza box down on the kitchen table, you climb down from the counter and sit at the table with him, both of you chowing down one slice at a time until the whole thing was demolished. You take the trash out whilst Eddie grabs you a bottle of water each, wandering back into his room for the night, you spend the evening hanging out and listening to music with him. Sharing a quick shower before bed, you climb into the sheets once you are dry, a bundle of limbs as his snoring lulls you to sleep with ease.

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The sound of something dropping in the shower rudely awakens you from your sleep, peaking one eye open with a confused look on your face. The room was dark as the curtains were closed, but the time on the clock said ten am, you groan and submit to the day, deciding you will try and stay awake instead of slumping back in the sheets and passing out again. Sitting up a little in bed, you push your hair away from your face, voice croaky and hoarse from the night as you do your best to call out to Eddie.

“Babe? You good?” you ask, yawn following just behind.

“I’m good! Sorry…” he calls out from the shower, you roll over and face plant his side of the bed to get comfortable in his absence.

You’re not sure how long passes, but Eddie’s clothed body crouching down beside you and combing your hair away from your face leads you to believe that you passed out again, a small pout on your lips to see him dressed.

“Aw, man.. I missed the free show?” you whine, causing him to laugh and press a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see plenty later, bub,” he reassures you, stroking his thumb along your cheek whilst you have to give yourself an internal pep talk to stay awake this time.

“What’s the time?” you grumble, eyes a little blurry from sleep.

“Uhhhh,” he checks his watch, “almost noon?” sitting up in bed and brushing your hair away from your face, you stretch out and let out a satisfied groan as your back pops back into place.

“Why’re you all dressed?” you look confused as he was dressed head to toe, bandana on his head and shoes on his feet, clearly he had already been outside today.

“Had a deal this morning and then had to run to the store for supplies,” he shrugs.

“Supplies?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“Strap, more lube, the usual Saturday morning purchases,” he laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed whilst kicking off his shoes, grabbing the black bag from nearby to show you what he got.

You opened up the bag, seeing two bottles of lube, one just to refill your old used up bottle and the other specifically for anal, your cheeks flush a little. Pulling out the box, you open it up and gasp a little at the strap that was inside, grinning across at him as you liked the fact that he had gone and chosen this himself, it was cute that he was so excited.

“Oh yeah? This what you want, hm?” you tease fondly, giving him a kiss whilst setting the box and bottles off to the side.

“I think so, yeah! I’m outta my depth here, but this is what the person working there recommended for beginners so here we are!” he announced proudly.

“You’re so cute,” you mumble, smothering him in more kisses to calm his nerves.

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A few more hours pass and you’re now laying on the couch with Eddie, watching some reruns that you’ve probably seen a hundred times, his hand combing through your hair whilst you were slumped on top of him. You’d smoked some weed with him, and you were both in a totally chill mindset right now, tilting your head up and pressing a few kisses against the underside of his jaw to get his attention.

Like clockwork, he tilts his head down and focuses on you like the tv had never existed, cupping your cheek in his hands, and pressing slow kisses to you with a content hum.

“Well, hello,” he smiles, watching as you wriggle around until you are straddling his lap.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you reply, resting your hands on his chest.

Your fingers run up and down his chest soothingly before creeping up under his shirt to trail your fingers along his bare chest, scratching your nails back down and causing him to hiss a little at the pain.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, grinning when he gets the hint to remove the offensive fabric so you could explore his body. Leaning down, you ghost little kisses all over his torso, licking and nipping at various patches of his skin to tease, letting your tongue brush down the happy trail at the waistband of his pants.

Looking up at him through your lashes whilst you nipped at the skin above his belt, you could feel him stirring in his pants whilst your fingers fumbled with the fastening of the belt, tugging it open and unzipping his jeans.

“Lemme see?” you ask softly, kneeling at the end of the couch for a second to give him the space to tug down his jeans and boxers, moving to kneel between his thighs once he was completely naked, purring at the sight.

“Excuse me?” he smirks, gesturing to your clothed body with a sassy eyebrow raise.

Pulling away for a moment, you tug the shirt over your head and expose your bare chest to him, wearing just a small pair of underwear that barely cover anything. A small groan of content slipping his lips at the sight of you, shuffling to lay on your stomach between his thighs as your small hand wraps around the base of his shaft.

Tugging him gently, you press open mouthed kisses along the side of his shaft before reaching the tip, spitting gently on it as your hand works in a messy corkscrew motion to spread the spit around. Lips wrapping around his tip, you hollow your cheeks and suck him into your mouth with a groan, vibrating around his dick as his hand flies down to tug at your hair, the poor guy whimpering and cursing underneath you.

“Fuck, like that…” he’s crying out softly, head thrown back before forcing himself to look down at you, watching how your head is eagerly bobbing up and down his shaft, spit pooling on his balls from how you were gagging and spluttering on him without a care in the world.

Your hands catching whatever your mouth couldn’t handle, one palm cradling his balls and massaging them between your fingers, the other squeezing and pumping the base as you look up at him innocently. Giggling around his dick at the noises he was making, his hands shaking in your hair whilst you were putting on a show for him, soaking between your thighs at the fact you could make him feel this good and sound this pretty.

He’s stuttering and desperately grabbing at the couch under him as you swallow him down whole, nose pressing to his pubes as you gag, tongue swirling against his balls before you pull back, a string of spit connecting the two of you.

“Please let me cum, please,” he begs softly, you sit back and brush your thumb back and forth along the slit of his dick, teasing the sensitive head as it was beading with precum, raising a brow as if to question why you would let him do that.

“Please, baby, please.. I need your mouth,” he was whimpering, and in a moment of weakness, you cave.

Cupping his outer thighs in your hands and wrapping your mouth around his tip, relaxing your jaw as you take a deep breath, awaiting the assault on your throat that was about to come. Gagging each time that Eddie would thrust up into your mouth, red in the face and panting a little as he would knock the head of his dick against the back of your throat, your eyes streaming with tears, but you let him continue.

“Holy shit, holy shit, fuck, swallow baby, swallow it all, fuck, good girl” he cries out, grabbing the back of your head with his hands and forcing himself down your throat as he came, making you gag once again as you breathed through your nose.

He slowly pulled out of your throat and relaxed his hands, so you were free to move, pulling back with ease as you swallowed the mess that was in your mouth, grabbed his shirt and wiped both your eyes and nose to clear up the slobbering mess that you were because of him.

Breathing hard as you place your hands on his chest just to stabilise yourself, nodding tiredly when he double checks that you’re going to be okay. You loved when he was rough with you like that, but it always knocked the wind out of you for a bit, his soothing hands brushing up and down your sides to comfort you until you could breathe again.

“Jesus,” your voice croaks, giggling at how broken you sounded.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he offers, shifting you around until you are laying flat on top of him once again, nodding your head with a shy smile.

“Never better,” you mumble, connecting your lips in a wet kiss.

“Still got the energy to fuck my brains out?” he chuckles between kisses, making you purr in his direction and nod eagerly.

“Get in bed and wait for me,” you demand softly, watching as he jumps up from his spot on the couch and rushes away into the bedroom with glee.

Standing up on shaking legs, you follow him into the bedroom and close the door behind you both, te clothes you’d abandoned on the floor would become a job for later on, that wasn’t important right now. Smiling down at Eddie who was laying in the centre of his bed lightly jerking himself to ensure he stayed hard.

“How do you wanna do this?” You offer, not sure on where to start as this was new for the both of you, watching as his cheeks flush pink.

“Well, I kinda tried to prep myself a little earlier in the shower? So… I’m thinking fingers should be enough before the toy?” he suggests, causing you to smile as you grab the toy and the lube, setting them nearby on the bed.

“You did? Look at you go, being all extra prepared and stuff, hm? Someone’s eager to get on my dick,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips as his cheeks darken.

“Kinda…” he shrugs, giving his length a squeeze.

Moving around until you’re kneeling between his thighs once again, one hand cupping his jaw and the other stroking his outer thigh as you give him tender kisses. Hand only slipping from his thigh to reach for the lube, spreading his legs a little more open in the process.

You pour a little lube on your fingers and press it against his entrance, smiling at the way he shivers from the cold temperature.

“This might hurt a bit?” you mumble, trying to prepare him a little more for the intrusion that you were about to cause.

Reconnecting your lips and letting him moan into your mouth as you’re brushing your fingers back and forth along his rim just to get him used to the fact you’re going to be there. It’s only when he whimpers that you decide it’s time to start, gently nudging one finger inside of him. It was a lot easier than when he tried on you, maybe because your fingers were smaller, maybe because he tried in the shower, or maybe both? All you knew was there was less resistance.

“Good boy, you’re taking it so well,” smiling into his mouth as you praise him, a groan muffled by the kiss as he preens into your touch.

You’re able to get your finger in relatively easily, curling it up inside of him and starting the slow thrusting process of your index finger whilst he moans into your mouth. Your tongue slipping into the kiss to distract him as your second finger enters, the pair working their way inside of your boyfriend as he lays under you, grinding against your hand.

You were surprised at how well he was taking this, it making the excitement bubble up in your stomach as you knew that he would enjoy this far more than originally thought.

“That feel alright, baby?” you question, watching as his head nods quickly in agreement.

“Fuck yes, m-more?” he whimpers out a soft beg, hisps stuttering a little as you continue.

Two fingers sliding in and out of him as he’s groaning into your mouth, you push your luck to include a third and you’re impressed by how he curses out in bliss. His hand still steadily jerking himself to ease any tension or pain whilst you’re kissing him, mumbling into his mouth with a smile.

“Taking me so well, gorgeous,” you purr at how he’s instantly whimpering from the praise. This was a whole new side to your boyfriend and you loved it so fucking much.

“Want you, need you,” he’s groaning, breaking the kiss to look up at you with wide eyes, dropping his dick in favour of moving hands down to your ass, grabbing at the doughy flesh with a pout, “please?”

“You want my dick, hm?” you ask, smiling at the speed in which Eddie’s nods his head in response, “sure, baby.”

You slip your fingers from him and wipe them on the sheets, you’ll change them later, pulling your hair into a low bun and tying it there as you need it out of your face for the next part. Picking up the harness, you take a couple of seconds to work it out before you’re sliding it on like underwear, adjusting the toy that’s attached so it’s nice and snug on your pubic bone.

“You look so good like that,” he moans a little more at the sight of you, gaze flickering between the silicone and your expressions.

Climbing back into bed, you take Eddie’s place and lay on your back in the centre, reaching for the lube before he stops you. Eyes wide with confusion as he leans down and wraps a hand around the base of the toy, ducking down to spit on it before using his hand to spread the spit like lube, as you’d done outside with his own dick.

“Oh yeah? This how you’re gonna play it?” a smug grin on your face as you watch him settle between your legs.

Smirking a little as he takes the tip of the toy into his mouth, your hand burying in his hair whilst you encourage him to continue. He’s sucking lightly at it, looking up at you for guidance and reassurance as you let out soft moans of approval. Bobbing his head a little on the dick, he’s gagging when it brushes the back of his throat, cheeks red and eyes watering.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you coo, stroking your thumb over his cheek soothingly, “go ahead…”

Bobbing his head up and down for a little while longer before he’s pulling back with a pop, reaching for the lube and applying a thick amount over the toy.

“Can’t wait, need you,” he’s moaning a little between his words.

You lay back and watch as he’s applying a thick layer to his rim too, sticky hands resting on your chest whilst he’s lined up your tip with his entrance.

“Easy, bub,” your hands holding his hips so he can’t sink down too fast and hurt himself, groaning in pleasure as he’s easing himself down onto your toy.

He takes a little while to adjust before the base of your toy is flush against his ass, his whole body shaking and tip leaking precum as he’s getting used to you being inside of him. Once again, you distract him with kisses, his hands on the pillows beside your head whilst your hands are on his hips, he’s straddling your lap like you usually did for him.

Tongues swirling around one another’s mouths as you’re panting together, shifting your hips experimentally and smirking at the moan that falls from his lips.

“Good boy,” you purr.

Your feet flat against the sheets whilst he’s holding himself up over you, you begin to slowly raise and drop your hips in slow and steady thrusts, your name falling from his lips in bliss as without even trying the tip of your toy was massaging a sensitive spot inside of him.

He’s leaning down to kiss you once again, cursing into your mouth as you’re fucking into him from below. One hand grabbing at his dick yet again, tugging at the hard length whilst his face buried into your neck, whimpering your name with each stroke of your hips.

“You like that, hm?” You question, his head nodding quickly as he’s grunting out in ecstasy.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” he’s on the verge of tears.

Rolling you both over so he’s on his back and you’re kneeling between his thighs, you cup the back of his thighs and press them up against his chest so he’s spread out in a V shape. Dropping your head back with a groan as you’re now pounding into him mercilessly, his back arching whilst he cries out desperately for you. Each stroke bring him closer and closer to his climax, your silicone tip hammering his weak spot over and over.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, please, please let me cum, please,” he begs and you willingly oblige.

One hand moving down to wrap around his throat, choking him gently as you kept his legs spread with your other hand. Pounding into your boyfriend as he’s spread out under you, eyes rolling back in his head, tugging hard on his dick until he’s grunting out and making a mess of himself on his chest.

Slowing your hips to a gradual stop, grinning down at him as he’s sensitive and desperate, slipping from his walls and shuffling the toy from your hips and onto the floor. Moving to straddle his hips, you lean down and give him a series of soft and delicate kisses until he’s back to his usual self.

“How was that, baby?” You ask softly, wiping the sweat from his cheeks as you kiss the centre of his forehead, a tired and pliant smile on his face as he’s still panting.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He groans, his body on overdrive right now as you sit on his stomach, not caring that you’re sitting in his mess.

You exchange slow kisses back and forth until you eventually grow tired and collapse on top of him, your own body twitching from the exhaustion of doing all the work this time around.

“You make some pretty sounds, you know? Might have to do this more often,” you giggle, kissing his nose innocently.

“I’m fucking down,” he smirks, cupping the back of your head and tugging you down for a passionate kiss.

“I love you,” you mumble.

“I love you more, fuck,” he sighs happily.

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mobscene-london · 1 year

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The time has finally come!

The awards are due to start in just a moment, so this is the obligatory admin note to say that this is the time to cease all non-event related threads.

For those who haven’t been around for the awards before, apologies for the mess that is about to unfold. It’s nonsensical trash from the old days that was just too hilarious to not carry through, so don’t take it too seriously. We know it doesn’t make sense. It’s a big deal now and then never gets talked about in canon again, pretty much. I promise it’s a fun mess, though. If you can’t keep up, it’s okay, just do your best, and try to have a good time. That’s why we’re all here. ♥

Whilst this all canonically takes place on one night, for role playing purposes it gets spread out a little to give adequate time for threads. Friday night will consist of a little red carpet, people meeting and greeting others, the usual awkward social interactions. The actual awards ceremony itself will take place on Saturday night, real time, and I will post a notification just before they start. Because this event takes part in three sections (pre-awards, the ceremony, and the after party) when tagging your starters, please make sure that you include one of those as reference along with the usual mobstarter tag.

When it comes to the awards themselves, speeches from winners are not obligatory, but if you do win an award and you would like to post one, you are more than welcome to. There will be a short pause between each of the winners being released to give time. I will reblog them on the awards account when you post them. (Don’t worry if you can’t get it out before the next winner is posted, though, it’s okay if you want to put some time into it. Reblogging them out of order is fine.)

If you have any questions or concerns, just let me know. I’ll be around in the group chat all night to keep up with everything.

Have fun!

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backtothefanfiction · 2 years

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ummm.....

COMING THIS FRIDAY!!

When you tease your other projects and then return to an old faithful and write a bonus chapter. The start of this has been sat in my notes for far too long. If you can't wait until Friday, there is a little teaser below the cut.

To catch up on the series just click here!

It's Saturday night. The whole gang are out at a bar having a good time, but Magpie's only got one thing on her mind.... getting revenge on Santiago for what happened in Italy.

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You turn yourself back around and Santiago dips you with one arm around your back, the other lifts your leg up to rest against his thigh. Your hands reach to tangle into the back of his hair as he flips you back up again, his fingertips ghosting along the bare flesh of your thigh as he still holds you close to him. You hold your face close to his as you speak into his lips, “I promise you the only one of us who's gonna break tonight Garcia, is gonna be you.”

You let your eyes move temptingly between his eyes and lips. His fingertips slacken on your thigh and you slowly slide it back down his leg. You feel him shudder slightly as you place your foot firmly back on the floor. His gaze on you changes as he tries to work out what you mean. You subtly bite your lip as you begin to step backwards away from him teasingly. “Sure you still want to play Santi?”

The question is left open as you make your way back to the booth. “What did you say to him?” Frankie asks you as he stands to allow you to slide onto the seat next to Lisa and Benny. Frankie's eyes watch Santiago concerned as he moves over towards the bar instead of following you back to the table.

“Nothing. He's just thinking through his next move.” you shrug nonchalantly.

“You think he's gonna back out?” Will chimes in from across the table.

“Hardly.” Benny scoffs. “Pope loves two things a challenge and good pussy.”

“Benny!” Lisa says as she gives him a slap to his arm in an attempt to hold him accountable for his words.

“Ahh what!” he retorts, not thinking he's stepped over any line. He looks between your own face and Frankie's before it hits him. “Oh sorry man.” he offers his feeble apology towards Frankie. It makes you chuckle. Benny never changes.

“You can sweet talk my pussy all you want Ben, you're still not gonna get a look in.” you throw back at him. He clutches at his chest in response, pretending he just got hit. You all laugh at the younger Miller's crassness.

“I'm gonna go check in on Pope.” Frankie leans down to say into your ear as he dismisses himself from the laughing group. You give a quick glance over at Santiago's back as he leans on the bar before giving Frankie a small nod.

“You okay man?” Frankie asks, slapping a hand on his best friends shoulder. Frankie looked down at the bar to see one empty shot glass of tequila already on the top. A second sat between Santiago's fingers, ready to be drunk.

Frankie watched as his friend knocks back the drink, slamming the glass back down on the bar top, before he responds. “You gonna tell me what I've walked into tonight or what man?” Frankie can't help but let out a chuckle. He's never seen Santiago so rattled before. “Seriously hermano, tell me. Am I in trouble here?”

“Look man, you got the opportunity to fuck her again. You telling me you gonna turn that down?”

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definitely-not-captain-america · 2 years

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I should start by saying I've never seen Euphoria or Riverdale, but I have complaints nonetheless.

Why do these shows keep taking place in high school? A lot of them are oversexualized and deal with lots of drugs and alcohol, which is illegal for everyone under 21, but I think it's worse if you show minors engaging in this stuff

The actors cast in these roles are NEVER teenagers, and they're put in flawless makeup, cute and trendy outfits, with either hourglass figures or gym bods, none of which is an accurate representation of high school students

School takes up at least 7 hours of most people's days, not to mention sports, and a lot of teens work. That doesn't leave a lot of time to get up to shenanigans (tho ofc it still happens)

A lot of kids have parents to deal with, and if your parent is even somewhat strict or responsible, then getting up to shenanigans again becomes more difficult when you have adults always keeping an eye on you

Skipping class and school results in truancy and fines, and even jail time for some. High school tends to be a whole lot stricter

Now for my reasons why these shows should take place in college instead.

I didn't drink, smoke, or go to parties until college, where there could be 2-3 parties between Friday and Saturday, both in dorms and off campus. I went to a small school, so I'm sure bigger schools have even more options for parties

No parents! No one to tell us what to do! If you're on campus then there are RAs and campus security to worry about, but our RAs were chill, and unless we were too loud after quiet hours, we weren't caught (I was only ever caught once, and all they did was email me a report, no other consequences)

It's so much easier to skip classes. Oftentimes, if a professor doesn't require attendance, people won't show up. I had one 2pm class on Fridays and I skipped that a ton, and guess what? My grade never suffered. I certainly didn't get truancy or a fine

You wanna cast 20-year-olds? You can actually do that, because we are in our 20s! Fancy makeup? I knew people who do that kinda thing. Gym bods? Find a college athlete WITHOUT one. That's not to say every college student looks like this, but those guys with six packs and big chests are more common in college when our bodies are more developed

And don't ever assume that college students are smarter or more mature than high schoolers. I don't care so much what people think of me anymore, and I'm 10x more likely to play drunk catch in the hall at midnight. Or the middle of the day. Both have happened

It's easier to do sex scenes when everyone is over 18, and they play characters that are over 18. I'm not encouraging underage drinking or illegal drug use, but it's much more accessible to me than it was in high school. You wanna cast Cole Sprouse, who's pushing 30? He looks much more like a college student, I promise you're not fooling anyone by casting him as a high schooler

Also, there are people outside of high school that exist. If you want movies and shows with people that are young and stupid, I just think it makes more sense to cast legal adults to PLAY legal adults

This is simply something I feel strongly about and I decided to make a post about it

#s #euphoria #riverdale #the content in these shows can be heavy anyway #it just makes me so uncomfortable that they're playing minors #college students can literally be just as stupid but at least we're legal adults #i legit couldn't watch past the first episode of euphoria #it might've been different if they didn't portray teenagers and minors

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tc-doherty · 2 years

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hello I know it’s Friday but consider this an early ✨ Storyteller Saturday ✨ (which is a free for all in my book….because I was behind on the asks you sent lol)

Okay so we know (at least ) One god gets stabbed in Miracles, what’s the pantheon of that world like? How many gods? Do we meet many more? How do they play into the story?

Happy STS!

The only gods that you actually meet are Kishar and Arishen, who are half brothers. Larkin ends up in the situation he's in because he was unfortunate enough to get caught up in a squabble between the two of them. The fight between them goes back several hundred years and has to do with a lot of different things, including the gods' relationship with the dragons, so it does affect the story rather significantly.

In answer to how many gods there are, lots! But it should be noted, this only applies to the specific continent the story takes place in. They aren't worshiped anywhere else. Other places have their own divine situations, which are different.

Gods have something that they refer to as their "divine nature" which is the path along which their magic works. They're extremely powerful but also very limited in scope. Divine natures run in families, although they mutate in every generation. Based on what humans hear about them, they'll be worshiped in different ways. So what somebody ends up being the god of kind of depends on what people are willing to worship them for, which is based on what they are known to do, which is often based on what their divine nature is, but not always.

Worship is very quid pro quo, humans will offer something in return for getting what they want and the gods will either do it or not do it. If it happens, the humans have to make good on what they promised, if not…well there's no need to worry about it. Because the gods are really active and frequently interact with mortals, there are hundreds of stories about them. Telling stories about the gods is a major pastime! The gods are also really vain and love it when people do this. For some gods, you're more likely to get a random favor from them because you told a story they enjoyed than because you actually worshiped them in a temple.

It should be noted that there are also children born to divine parents who don't have a strong enough divine nature and never become gods…this is actually more common than having children born with a strong divine nature. Kishar and Arishen are kind of an anomaly for many reasons, one of which is the fact that they were born relatively close together (only a few decades apart!) and both of them have divine potential.

Kishar and Arishen's mother is the goddess of sex, essentially. Kishar's father is the war god, and he is also technically a warrior god. But he's very flashy and bright and personable, spends a lot of time with mortals, and is associated with a lot of activities that usually take place during the day so he just sorta ended up being worshiped as the sun god. He is also strongly associated with hunting, but there's already a god of the hunt, so no one really worships him for that. He is also known for being very handsome, and a huge slut.

Arishen's father is the god of beauty, so you can guess what direction his gifts lie in. He's known for being an incomparable beauty, but he's also very shy and rarely shows himself. Because he locked himself away to study sorcery, humans worship him as the god of sorcery. However, he never technically went through the divine confirmation ceremony so as far as the heavens are concerned he's not actually a "god". Also the gods hate sorcery, and his hobbies irk them. Because he is associated with the sun god and also the Night Queen, they call him the moon god as sort of a compromise. So by humans he's worshiped as both the god of sorcery and the god of the moon.

Gods tend to age up to a certain point, and then stop aging entirely. If they take care of themselves they're functionally immortal. But they can be killed, even if it's difficult. There's a reason that the Night Queen used to be known as the God-killer, after all~

Tagging @muddshadow too b/c you like Miracles so maybe you’ll find it interesting~

#Storyteller Saturday #thanks!!!#I actually really love these idiots lmao #so I'm happy to ramble about them #Miracles

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April Fools Sex Pranks: Part 1

My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me.

By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family’s house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father’s 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.

I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group.

Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town’s only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday’s Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents’ house, was always a promising scenario.

We didn’t have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents’ house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon.

Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window.

Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property.

I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update.

“So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It’s a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package’ whatever THAT is” she laughed.

“Well, I guess we’re staying there, huh?” I chuckled back.

“Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!”

“So what the hell is in the Romance Package?”

“I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35’ what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it’ll be fun. If we can get out of my parents’ place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!”

“But I still want to know what’s in the romance package” I pressed, again.

“Seriously? That’s your big question? I have no idea. But it’s a romantic resort we’ve never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I’m betting it’s some of that kind of stuff from Spencer’s Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package.

“Call back. Maybe there’s a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!”

I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you’d want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?”

“I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm.

We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat.

'You ok?“ I asked.

“Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I’m actually getting wet.”

Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I’m horny as shit.”

She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips.

A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her.

As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?”

“I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm.

Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I’ll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I’ll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.”

Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned.

“I’ll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.”

“More…. almost there.”

I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan.

“I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you’ll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You’ll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….”

“Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara’s entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air.

For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I’m going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.”

“Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.”

“I’m serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?”

We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara’s didn’t go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke.

When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara’s parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes.

Next up were Tara’s much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags.

Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay’s room for you.”

That’s when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What’s up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara’s younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg.

Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn’t have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?”

“I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit.

“Lindsay! Go get changed! We’re going to Alfredo’s for dinner. Now!” Henry’s voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara’s was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay’s whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in.

We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off.

Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma.

For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat.

After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals.

“Can I come too?” said Lindsay.

There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.”

“Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!”

Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don’t worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let’s all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car.

As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!”

“It’s true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted.

“OK, but since you’re visiting from Connecticut, wouldn’t you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter.

“Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?”

Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don’t want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“

Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!”

The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots.

The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?”

“Well, I figured you’re not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.”

“HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It’s only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We’re gonna tell Dad that I didn’t realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn’t drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!”

The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued.

I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?”

I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn’t really form-fitting, but Lindsey’s pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it.

“I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister’s trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.”

Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt.

For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other’s throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops.

Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding’ of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us.

One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can’t get my pants down like this, can you?”

“Who said I wanted what’s in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.”

Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn’t start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I’m average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever.

“Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.”

I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it’s part of the shirt, but you and I know I’m wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.”

All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.”

Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn’t he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You’ll learn to understand my sister’s weird sense of humor.”

Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.”

“April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?”

“Babe. You’re an only child. You don’t understand how much sisters like to share things.”

“What do you mean share?” I fumbled.

That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn’t some porn you watch when I’m not over your place, you sicko! So, don’t get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“

"Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms.

At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College’s Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me.

“Shush. Everyone’s sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits.

I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That’s when it hit me. Twice. In the same second.

Tara didn’t own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple.

Next, those weren’t her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren’t Tara’s. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land.

“Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk.

“Oh well, I tried. April Fools?”

And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered.

For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind.

Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before.

I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal.

I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently.

Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what’s going on?”

“Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren’t staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.”

Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?”

“Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt.

But Lois couldn’t stop crying, “Oh, girls, it’s ruined. We can’t get all this done in time for the guests.”

“Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone’s attention.

“Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!!

"Oh Henry…..Wah!”

As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise.

“Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I’m literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.”

Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can’t do all this yourself. I’ll help?”

“Nope. But here’s what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.”

Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You’re supposed to be a guest.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I’ll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois’ for my place!”

Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I’ll pay anything.”

And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way.

“Awesome. Any idea when they’ll get here? I’m gonna need some help in here.”

“Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you for now, then when they get here I’ll get changed. That way, I’ll know what’s going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.”

I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up.

Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I’d put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room.

As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar.

At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits.

“You need anything, boss?” she asked.

“Uh…no Linds. All is good here.”

She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?”

“Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You’re killing me.”

Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn’t me. First, it was my tits. You’ve felt Tara’s enough to know mine weren’t hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,”

With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It’s not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there.

“I mean you haven’t had a chance to stop and eat. Don’t you want a snack?”

Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce.

“I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I’m gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness.

Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team.

“Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let’s get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it’s you.”

I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara’s bags and loaded up the car.

We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds.

Henry and Lo couldn’t stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You’ve got a good one, T!”

As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I’ve got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You’re a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen’s tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don’t say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that’s the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket.

Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?”

I didn’t know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare.

“Babe. It’s ok. She does it all the time. It’s some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you’re a scumbag.”

“But…..”

“Sisters before Misters. It’s the golden rule.”

“Thank goodness you’re hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive.

To be continued..

By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 2 years

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Personal Space

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Warnings: Fluff! Bucky being a grump, Sam being a butt, cursing

Summary: ‘This is Bucky he likes his personal space. This is Steve and Y/N, they also like Bucky’s personal space.’

Bucky was a different person around you and Steve. To everyone else he was grumpy, closed off, and annoyed, but to his lovers, he was goofy, needy, loving and kind. You and Steve were working on trying to get him to open up to other people but you weren’t successful too much.

It was a Saturday, and like all Saturday’s that the guys were home, you were cuddled under the covers of you huge bed Tony had specially made for you all when you announced your relationship to the team. “Stevieeee please, don’t get up,” Bucky whined, as his boyfriend tried to get out of bed. “Buck, I’m going to eat breakfast, you can come with me or stay in bed.” Bucky huffed and turned over, nuzzling into your neck, “you’ll stay with me, won’t you doll?” You chuckled, “actually Buck, I also have to get up, I have lunch with Nat and Wanda today.” Bucky grumbled, “fine. We’ll all get out of bed and go get breakfast.” He shuffled to the closet and threw on some clothing, then fake angrily stomping out the door after Steve.

You were all sitting on the couch eating breakfast, Bucky smooshed in the middle between you and Steve, his head on Steve’s shoulder. Sam walked in and Bucky started glaring at him, he was disrupting breakfast cuddles. “Buck…” you whispered, warning Bucky to stop. He didn’t. “Steve you want to go on a run? I was just headed out,” Sam asked. “Yeah I guess,” “No, he changed his mind, he doesn’t want to.” Bucky responded, looking at Steve. “I guess I do have plans, sorry Sam.” Sam just laughed, and joked, “can I get in on the Buck cuddles too?” He moved closer to Bucky, “one, you can’t call me that. Two, back the fuck up, personal space man.” This second line was a frequent for Bucky, he would use it almost everyday, to Sam, Clint, Tony and the rest of the team.

The next day Bucky begrudgingly got out of bed with you and Steve, but you guys actually needed to that day, you had an interview with a company for some reason PR needed you to go to it. Sadly for Bucky, Sam would also be in the interview with the three of you.

“Hello! Welcome, I’m Gwen and I’ll be interviewing you today! To start off I’ll introduce myself and the channel and then you guys will introduce yourselves to the camera, then I’ll start the questions, got it?” You four nodded your heads and the cameras started rolling.

“I’m Gwen and this is Telly News, and I’m here with some special guests today.” “Hey people of the world, I’m Sam, also know as the Falcon or the best looking Avenger. This is Bucky he likes his personal space. This is Steve and Y/N, they also like Bucky’s personal space.” Gwen started laughing, Bucky glared at Sam, Steve was blushing from embarrassment and you were trying to contain your laughter. The rest of the interview went as planned, other than the normal Bucky-Sam bickering.

After the interview, Sam drove himself home, while you and your boys decided to go out for some food. You stopped at a local pizza restaurant, you guys ordered two pizzas, you ate a few slices and the guys ate the rest. You guys then took a walk through the park, walking hand in hand. When you got home, you wanted to watch a new movie that came out, so you convinced the guys to watch it with you, all you had to do to get Bucky on board was promise cuddles while you watched.

You three fell asleep for the night, cuddled together, the movie playing in the background till Friday stopped it. Bucky was happy and at peace, with his lovers in his personal space.

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p-antomime · 3 years

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tonight i don't want to be her.

— minors dont interact.

— wc: 4,6K

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!katsuki, soft dom!kirishima, degradation & worship, food play (implied) fingering, oral (female & male), daddy kink (for both of them bye), unprotected sex, a lot of teasing, breeding kink, masturbation (male), spitting, choking, creampie, dacryphilia, the reader is a bit naive but there are no dub-con, orgasm denial, anal, DP, mfm, threesome, corruption kink.

pairings: bad boy!bakugō katsuki x fem!reader x bad boy!kirishima eijirō

— note: everyone here is aged up! and this is HEAVLY inspired by the dinamic bad boy x good girl.

It was difficult to reconcile her life in two parts. In fact, just saying "difficult" is not enough. It was undoubtedly tiring, extremely exhausting. During the day at the university, Y/N tried her best to be a student above expectations, her friends knew it and her professors knew it, but during the night, and this was exactly where the problem lay, you became just the silly girl that Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki liked to play with. The problem was: they kept distracting your attention from your classes even during the afternoon and daytime periods, even though the three of you had all the time in the world after midnight.

You only met them during the night, or at most on the sly during some Saturday or Sunday afternoons, because your parents simply didn't like them. Bakugou Katsuki, with the black leather jacket that he almost always wore during university days and had a terrible reputation, and Kirishima Eijirou, who had insatiable habits and hardly ever did not have a wicked smile on his lips. To be honest, you were surprised to say the least when you noticed their undue glances at your silhouette one day months ago, just a string of glances at you was all it took to leave you breathless from the shame of attracting the very attention of the two people you least wanted to get involved with on the entire campus.

And that same day, Katsuki managed to corner you in a college hallway as you were about to meet Mina and Momo in front of the institution for the typical "girls' night out" you all always had on Fridays. He asked "why you didn't walk him home tonight" that day because he "might make you forget the good manners your father had taught you", your first reaction to his words was to cringe against the wall and feel your cheeks heat up as your mouth opened and closed a few times without actually letting any words out through your lips because your brain wasn't working properly. Seconds later, Kirishima caught up with the two of you in the hallway and put his hand on Bakugou's shoulder, pushing him aside and telling you to "not care too much about that guy", but the cocky smile on the redhead's lips indicated that he was enjoying having his friend corner you like that.

"Leave me alone!", was the first thing you vocalized before trying to push Katsuki by the shoulders and being repositioned against the wall by the same blond man, who took your face between his hands and pulled you dangerously close, his face inches from your own. "Why don't you give me a kiss and I'll think about leaving you alone for the rest of the week?", he would ask next. And, perhaps, on that fateful evening you would have found yourself sandwiched between Kirishima and Bakugou with your head spinning and one's lips glued to yours while the other's mouth was exploring your neck. To this day none of you three can tell how anyone ended up finding them in that theoretically public place that was easily accessible to the other students. But, anyway, the central point is: neither of those two men kept their promise to leave you alone for a week, in fact, quite the opposite: not a few times they both cornered you on one of the many bookshelves in the library and explored your body with such agility that it seemed they knew you better than you knew yourself.

Because of this, the hidden encounters with those two delinquents became strangely routine, Y/N came to enjoy having them run their hands over her body. The relationship remained theoretically secret, but no other boy could even look at you that Katsuki took the liberty of going to pick a fight with him or Kirishima put his arm around your waist, although you didn't feel inclined to go out with any guy other than one of them.

Anyway, all this brings us to the present moment: you, in your beautiful summer dress with the hemline just beyond your knees and your shoulders covered by his short, slightly puffed sleeves, and them, both wearing clothes in shades infinitely darker than yours. When you saw them arrive at the ice cream parlor where they had arranged to meet, your mind realized that, after months of insistence, Katsuki had managed to convince Kirishima to buy a leather jacket. And now the two of them were arranging to go out together in those jackets that brought out the intimidating auras of the two of them. You looked them up and down and raised one of your eyebrows when Eijirou stopped in front of you expecting a good critical remark:

— Do you want me to compliment you?

— Of course, babe, don't I look great? — Kirishima asked, opening his arms to wrap them around your body in a tight hug before Bakugou pushed him aside and planted a kiss on yours lips.

— You both look beautiful. — You complimented them, not containing a kind smile.

— Damn, do we look good? You look like a doll. A pretty doll. — Katsuki pulled her arms away from in front of her body to get a good look at her silhouette covered by the summer dress before leaning down to whisper in her ear. — I would love to break my favorite toy. — And then Kirishima pushed you aside to regain your attention and guide you to place your order at the ice-cream counter.

— What do you want, dollface? — He asked, putting his hands on your shoulders and watching you scan the glowing display of the ice cream parlor with various flavors.

— Can I have a frozen yogurt? — You asked excitedly as Bakugou stood beside you and also looked at the panel of options. — That flavor? — His pointer pointed to one of the flavors.

— Of course. — Kirishima flashed a bright smile before motioning for you to go sit at one of the tables while he and Bakugou finished their orders.

A few minutes after the two of them finished that and sat down one on each diagonal of you, the three of you began to eat your respective ice cream orders. You were too busy feeling the savory taste of your frozen yogurt invading your tongue to care about the massive, suffocating attention of those two men on your figure. It wasn't as if you were trying to tease them using food or anything of that nature, your mind was too naive and carefree to even care or bother trying to do anything of the sort, but their two eyes were still fixed on your tongue licking at the remnants of the frozen yogurt and the plastic spoon. They looked at each other momentarily for a few seconds before refocusing their attention on you.

You certainly looked like a doll to them and the urge to break you, to destroy you, was immense. Katsuki ran his eyes down your neck and up to the height of your cleavage trying to push away the thoughts that filled his mind relentlessly while Kirishima now watched your tongue run across the lower lip to get some of the dessert that had remained there after a spoonful. Neither of them wanted to be the person interrupting Y/N’s fun eating frozen yogurt, even if they were turned on by a simple image that didn't even have sexual content because you looked so immersed and excited eating it. They wanted you to have your own fun, because only after four months of the three of you sneaking around together did the two of them manage to convince you to try to have something more serious simultaneously.

Because of this, the most they did at that moment was exchange suggestive glances with each other with Eijirou proposing to go take the disposable utensils from the ice cream parlor to the nearest dumpster just so he could take a deep breath without having you ask him why he looked tense. In the minutes he stayed away, Katsuki literally couldn't look away from your face and inevitably you felt shy.

— I-Is there something on my face? — You asked.

— Just beauty. — He answered, and you coughed to disguise your embarrassment. — You're always so easy to tease, you're definitely too good a girl. — One of your eyebrows lifted and your frown creased slightly, it was obvious that Katsuki didn't take you seriously when shame overwhelmed your logical reasoning; which happened more often than you'd like to admit.

— You are always teasing me as if I were a child.

— You have the logical capacity of one. — Katsuki cracked a sideways smile because he knew that, even though you weren't serious, you would try to act brave as if you didn't know your place as their babygirl. And then you stuck your nose to the side with a false air of superiority and looked away from the blonde's figure trying to appear uninterested in the conversation. — C'mon, you know you're a good girl for both of us, you don't have to act like you're not.

— Maybe tonight I don't want to be a good girl. — You muttered, and Bakugou pretended not to have heard you as soon as Kirishima returned to the table.

— What do you want to do now, princess? — He asked you, arching his eyebrows.

— Can we go to the park and then to the cable car? — You asked, and smiled sweetly when you saw the red-headed man nod positively.

And so you all spent the whole afternoon together and the two men almost forgot the image of you slurping frozen yogurt hours before. Almost. Because right after you got off the cable car and were walking out of the park, Katsuki came up with the idea of having you sleep over at his place and in case your parents asked about it, you could easily ask one of your friends to cover for you with a blatant lie. He hated the fact that your parents were controlling and he didn't have enough freedom to do whatever he wanted, you were ready to refuse his offer, but Kirishima looked over one of Bakugou's shoulders at you with a glint of hope and maybe you felt bad that you were about to disappoint him. Besides, you had stated hours before to the short-faced blond man that you didn't want to be a good girl that night, so nothing could be fairer than to live up to your words.

— Right. — Y/N responded by picking up her cell phone and texting Momo to ask her to confirm the lie that was about to be sent to her mother, it was clear from Katsuki's arched eyebrow that he had been surprised by her sudden move, but no complaints were heard.

Soon after this, you were all walking side-by-side with Kirishima talking to you about a new college project that he was having trouble getting started on because no one in his group seemed to be in the mood to give ideas for the project begins to be drafted. At times, Bakugou would make sour remarks to which neither you nor the redhead paid much attention because you were used to the blond's explosive temperament.

Eventually, the three of you arrived at Katsuki's house and Y/N rushed to his room after removing the shoes that were starting to hurt her feet only to throw herself on the owner's spacious bed. As Bakugou closed the front door of the residence, Kirishima followed you in and as he heard a grunt of pain come from your lips, he looked at you worriedly and you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him kneel down beside you on the bed and search with his eyes for any injuries on your body. His genuine concern, a man dressed from head to toe as if he were a delinquent, which in fact he was, made you smile faintly.

— It's just my feet that hurt. — You said, returning to lying completely flat on the bed.

It didn't take long before Eijirou turned your body toward him with a rustle coming from your dress and the sheets of the bed beneath you, and put his hands on your feet to begin massaging them gently.

— Kiri, you don't have to do that, I bet after you take a bath they will feel better. The pain will go away. — You tried to move your legs away from him simply because you didn't want to give him a hard time, but Kirishima grabbed your ankles firmly.

— Relax, let me make you feel good. — The redhead replied before pressing his fingers back down on the sore soles of your feet.

Katsuki looked at the two of you curiously after entering the room and arched an eyebrow to hear you grunt with relief as you felt Kirishima's fingertips squeeze all the right spots that needed to stop hurting.

— Oh, our doll has a sore body? — The blond one asked, sitting down on the bed in a position exactly behind you and lifting your body to pull your back against his chest. — We should help you feel better, shouldn't we? — You didn't have to turn around to know that the two men were exchanging suggestive glances.

While the blond man's hands were massaging your back and shoulders with a much firmer and rougher touch than the other boy's, the redhead's were roaming yours legs and feet. Instantly your hand grabbed his hair and pulled it without too much force with an anxiety and excitement growing inside your core as Bakugou glued his lips to one side of your neck and began to leave bites and sucks in that area. Sneakily he closed one of his wrists around your neck to keep you still in place before whispering in your ear:

— Legs spread, slut. — And instantly you spread your legs and Kirishima readily stood between them with his hands squeezing your inner thighs with his eyes fixed on your covered pussy that was beginning to wet the bottom of your panties.

— Our princess is so cute, she gets excited with so little. — The redhead lifted her dress and spread her legs wider. — Can you hold them open for me, darling?

— Y-Yes, daddy. — You replied, feeling the hand around your neck increase its grip.

— Don't treat that cheap slut like a princess, she doesn't deserve you to go easy on her. — Katsuki complained through his teeth, biting your shoulder lightly as his other hand slid up your breasts to cup them over the fabric of your dress before he started to take off all yours clothes.

— What? She's been a good girl all day. — Kirishima planted kisses all over your pelvis and made you build a growing arousal that unleashed you trying to thrust your hips toward his face to demonstrate where you needed his mouth, soon after enjoying watching you whimper he got rid of your panties and licked his lips slowly as he could fully visualize your pussy.

— But she doesn't want to be a good girl tonight, she told me. — Bakugou replied.

— Is that correct, babygirl? — The red-haired man asked, lifting his gaze to her face before running his fingers over her intimacy slowly spreading his liquids over the area.

— Yes, d-daddy. — You replied, feeling suddenly embarrassed by Kirishima's appraising glance at you.

— What a dirty girl you are, babe. — He responded by pressing his thumb against your clit before beginning to circle it. — Why don't you be harder on her today, Katsuki?

— I would love to be harder on her today. — Katsuki didn't hide a wicked smile before he suddenly stepped out from behind you and fetched something from the drawer of the tiny table beside the bed.

— Do you think you can handle two at once inside you, dear? — Kirishima asked before reaching inside you eager to have something stretching your walls and earning loud moans from you in response.

— Of course she can, she's always thinking with her cunt instead of her brain, that's why she's my favorite fucktoy. — Bakugou retorted returning to the bed now with a lubricant with which he licked his fingers in abundance while his other hand left your body lying on its side for both he and Eijirou to have full access to their intimacies.

— Can you, babe?

— I can, daddy. — You breathlessly replied not knowing whether to focus on Kirishima's fingers moving faster and faster or Bakugou's slowly teasing your ass.

At the same time as the redhead curved his fingers inside you, the blond slowly entered your anus. Hearing you moan in pain and discomfort, even though it wasn't the first time the three of you had attempted double penetration, Eijirou leaned over your breasts and wrapped his lips around them to at least try to distract you from the momentary invasion by Katsuki, who didn't waste much time before inserting another finger inside you and grunting at the massive way your insides squeezed them.

— Relax, babygirl. — The redhead whispered against your breasts widening your pussy at a momentarily slower pace. — We've been over this, haven't we? Breathe in and out, I'm here for you. — Wet kisses were deposited against her arms and belly calmly.

— Damn, she's always so tight. I could fuck her for hours without getting tired. — Katsuki used his other hand to pour more lube over his fingers after removing them almost completely from her tightest hole and a moan of the mixture of pain and pleasure coming from you echoed through the room.

For a few minutes, both men stopped moving their respective fingers inside you and Kirishima used his thumb to make circular motions against your clit to make your discomfort dissipate more quickly. Gradually your body tried to move against their palms to get more pleasure the liquids from your pussy began to cover Katsuki's fingers as well as they slowly moved in and out of the narrow interior of your pussy. It was a dirty sight, and the three of you couldn't be more addicted to it. The moment the redhead leaned in to take your lips with his in a messy kiss filled with moans coming from you, the blond began to move inside you faster and eventually introduced a third finger.

— You're such a greedy girl, you cheap slut. I wasn't wrong in saying that you're always thinking with your cunt. — Katsuki grunted feeling more and more turned on by the mind-blowing way you were pressing yourself against his fingers, he could easily cum in his pants at that very moment.

Before they both pulled away from your body and left you frustrated without being filled with their fingers, the two men repeatedly brought you dangerously close to orgasm. They were edging you. Kirishima liked the way your body contorted several times and how extremely vulnerable you seemed before the two of them in those moments when the only things present in your mind were the need to cum and the image of the two men you loved, Bakugou liked simply watching you silently begging for them, he liked the feeling of complete power over you.

As soon as those fingers left you completely empty, they switched positions with you on the bed so that now Eijirou's face was between your legs holding them wide open, almost painfully, and his lips brushed against your inner thighs and drooling pussy in wet kisses and short licks, meanwhile Katsuki was getting rid of his own clothes and pulling his face closer to your pelvis.

— I guess you're not stupid enough not to know what to do, huh? — Bakugou asked after wetting your lips with his precum and letting a slight moan escape at the almost purely innocent way you were staring at him.

He wanted to wipe that look off your face, wanted to absolutely destroy you until your legs buckled, and the only thing keeping him from doing that was Kirishima's restrained behavior, which insisted on pushing you further and further into the abyss of climax by licking and sucking you as if you were the tastiest meal he had tasted in years. When you opened your lips to let your tongue brush against the pink tip of Katsuki's cock, he didn't hesitate to put his hands on the back of your neck to pull your head back for the sole purpose of making you open your mouth wider and shove himself all the way inside, obviously making you choke against him. The image of you choking on him always made him moan in a husky voice that sent shivers down your back and, willingly or not, made you wetter.

By now, Eijirou, besides continuing to smear himself against yours folds, was busy moving his own hand against his cock at the sight of his friend's member slipping in and out quickly between your lips because maybe, just maybe, he felt aroused by the rough way Bakugou treated you. It was erotic enough to make him moan against your pussy and send vibrations through your insides that brought you closer and closer to not being able to take any more of the orgasm denial that the two of them were giving you.

Slowly tears appeared in the corner of your eyes from the effort of concentrating on not cumming without permission and from Katsuki fucking your face with the tip of his cock managing to reach the back of your throat. Kirishima raised his eyes to you and pulled away from your pussy only to open a satisfied smile.

— You're doing so well for him, baby. — You moaned in response against the cock inside your mouth, feeling a trickle of saliva run down the sides of your lips. — You're ready for us, aren't you? — This time Bakugou withdrew and let you answer, but your throat felt not exactly sore, but extremely dry, so because of that your only response was a repetitive, positive head movement, to which Kirishima leaned over your body and placed a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. — Great, babygirl.

And then, after that, Kirishima leaned back against the headboard while Katsuki, after giving you a light kiss on the lips, took you in his arms to sit you down on the redhead's body, bent down to open the drawer of the bedside table to get a condom and stood behind you on his knees. One's hands were gripping the back of your thighs to keep your legs open and the other's were spreading your ass. And obviously Bakugou, after sliding the condom over his cock, wanted to be the first to enter you, it was some kind of pride he had and you and Kirishima were not complaining. But, unlike the first time the three of you tried double penetration, the redhead didn't wait until the blond was completely inside your ass before suddenly lowering your body against his dick.

And it was exactly at that particular moment that your body definitely couldn't take the denial of orgasm that was being given to you and let the tension drain out of you. You literally came with only a previous thrust from Kirishima and staggered to be held by the two men. Yours eyes closed tightly and forehead rested against the shoulder of the redhead in front of your as your mind tried to recover from the sudden orgasm she had been waiting so long for, although she was not ready.

— So weak, stupid. — Katsuki spoke against the skin on the side of your neck before withdrawing completely from you and burying himself again, earning a loud moan from you, who were still ecstatic from the sudden earlier orgasm. — I should let you go for the rest of the night just for that, I should make you beg for hours with no end.

— Isn't she pretty like that, right after she cums? — Kirishima asked, putting a hand on your chin to lift your face and open your lips only to spit against your tongue and watch you swallow. — Such a helpful baby, my little pretty girl. — He slid his fingers down your back before landing them on your waist to start moving your body against his and Katsuki's cock.

— You meant my cumslut, didn't you? — Bakugou responded by resting his hands on your shoulders to keep your upper body still so that he could start thrusting against your ass at a gradually quickening pace.

While one was coming out of you, the other was going in. And if your body was ecstatic from the previous orgasm, now you are already beginning to approach your next climax. Katsuki's firm hand hooked around your neck squeezing you with reasonable force and arching your back to make your head fall back slightly, this brought your breasts dangerously close to the face of the other redheaded man, who as he began to thrust inside you with more force put his mouth around one of your breasts to suck and bite it.

Bakugou looked at you for a few brief seconds before he opened a smug smile and put the thumb of the other hand that was resting on your shoulder over your lower lip to make you open your mouth a little wider. And then he let a trickle of saliva fall from the tip of his tongue onto yours, which you promptly swallowed and earned a kiss on the side of your neck as a form of reward.

— Dirty daddy's girl. — Katsuki whispered close to your ear before resuming his focus on moving his hips against your ass calibrating his own rhythm to Kirishima's so that you were never totally empty.

Your moans were being completely absorbed into the psyche of the two men sandwiching you, you could feel each of the two of them twitching against your walls and it was obvious that your second orgasm was fast approaching. The three of you were making an immense mess on that bed, your liquids mixing with Eijirou's soiling the sheets and making the inner side of your thighs totally wet. Kirishima pulled his mouth away from your chest to leave bite marks on yours collarbones before speaking:

— I should breed you, hm? — You couldn't think straight with the two of them moving around inside you at the same time. — You'd love me to fill you up completely, wouldn't you? I bet you would, my girl loves to be filled with cum. — The redhead squeezed your waist tighter to hold you in place and he and the blond began thrusting harder against your walls, reaching deeper inside you.

And now there was no longer even a thread of your voice, you were too hoarse. And they couldn't be prouder that they were the people who had made you reach this level of promiscuity.

As you came and staggered against the redhead's body in front of you with violent spasms running through your legs and back, Bakugou was the first to ejaculate into the condom inside your ass, and he slowly withdrew from you to lie down with rapid breathing beside Kirishima, who painted your walls with his cum and, as he left, used his fingers to shove the white liquid inside you for a few more minutes before leaving you lying on the bed. Broken, destroyed was little to explain how Y/N was now.

— Would you like cuddles? A bath? — Eijirou asked after normalizing his breathing as much as possible and Katsuki looked at you intently, although he didn't say anything.

— Cuddles, p-please. — You replied, your body still trembling a little, and you were hugged on each side by one of them.

And then your cell phone rang, the sound coming from the floor because it had fallen as soon as Kirishima and Bakugou's hands had started exploring your body earlier that day. Was it your mother, furious? Yes, definitely.

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So it goes: Chapter 6 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: A secret trip to London and some silly conversation about astrology was all they needed to forget the world existed, at least for a couple hours.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: fluff all over the place, swearing, more fluff and domestic vibes, mentions of sex because that’s what we do in this house.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Part 6 is here and there’s no tears for a change. I love your theories about these two so keep sending them! Thanks for the love, the likes, the comments and the reposting, it means the world to me! Enjoy it and let me know what you think!

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Chapter 6 - 24 hours.

Maggie couldn't help but smile as she watched Michael leave the room. It was a miracle that she was there. It was a miracle that she managed to travel to London to spend the weekend with him. But the thing that Maggie actually considered a miracle was that everyone believed the lies they said. When Daniel and Jas asked Michael if he wanted to go with them and Blake to Monaco, he invented some lame excuses for why he had to stay in London. At the same time, Maggie told everyone that she was going to London to see Lily and she begged her best friend to cover her saying that, in fact, Maggie was with her. Lily’s prize wasn’t cheap; she wanted to know who was Maggie’s secret man. Maggie knew her best friend wasn’t going to open her mouth; she knew Lily would rather die than betray her so she had no other option than to tell the truth. Maggie could still hear Lily’s screams over the phone. She still had on her head the ‘congratulations, baby’, ‘you deserve to have a handsome man and some good sex’, ‘you’re a bitch, you should have told me before’ and the ‘as soon as I see you you’re giving me every single little and dirty details about your secret adventure’. The last thing Maggie wanted was for her best friend to find out over the phone, but it was the prize to pay if she wanted to spend the weekend there. So long, it was worth it.

It took them a whole month and a lot of organization to do it, but they kept their promise and they made it. Maggie flew on a Friday night; Michael picked her up at the airport, and from that moment on they didn’t move from each other’s side, not even an inch. After a month without seeing each other, they were a mess. The desperation they had was so intense they barely reached the door of his apartment and they were already ripping each other's clothes. They had barely forty-eight hours to be together, so Maggie was planning to make them count. That night there was no foreplay, no teasing, and no games. They just caught up for the lost time and Maggie was absolutely happy to finally be able to have Michael with her. She was happy to have him over and inside her after five terrible long weeks. Five long, terrible weeks without kissing him or touching. It wasn’t the first time they spent so much time away, but somehow this time it was different. It was harder. It felt longer. Michael kept his promise, but instead of just going out to have dinner, he used the whole Saturday as a date. He woke her up with kisses on her neck, the promise of a coffee waiting for her in the kitchen, and a date that was going to start as soon as they were done with breakfast, but Maggie was just too lazy. It was a bad and a good idea to say the word ‘lazy’ that morning, because as soon as that word left her lips Michael made it his mission to wake her up with a smile on her face. He moved the covers to the side, took her panties off, opened her legs, and started to eat her up without question being asked. What happened the night before was incredible, but to start the morning with Michael between her legs was something different. After a long month she was happy to feel his tongue playing with her. When Michael was done with her, Maggie was ready to repay the favor, but he insisted the best way to pay him was to get her pretty ass from that bed so they could leave.

After kisses, coffees and Maggie asking more than once why they had to leave so early, they left the apartment to hit the road. Maggie asked more than once where they were going, but his answer was always the same ‘you’ll see’. They left with their hands tangled the whole way as some soft music played on the back. The only moment they let go was when Maggie placed her hand on the back of his head to run her fingers through his hair and Michael rested his hand over her legs while driving. An hour later they were in Surrey where they spent the day acting like a happy couple, even if they weren’t really one. They walked around, had lunch and kept walking the whole day. They got lost in the streets while they talked about life and family and whatever came to their minds. Maggie couldn’t remember the last time she felt as happy as that day.

She never got to walk hand in hand with Michael until that day. They held hands when they were on that plane on their way to Las Vegas; they held hands the first night they almost kissed in the living room and at the back of the taxi the first time they slept together. They did it again and again while being in bed, sometimes at the beach, during New Year’s Eve, and whenever they could sneak in and spend more than two minutes together, but never like that day. She couldn’t help but look down at her small hand against his massive one. She smiled at the contrast of her nails painted black against his skin. She couldn’t help but love the way his thumb stroked her skin and played with her fingers. She loved every second of it, how their hands fit together and how his skin felt against hers all the time while their fingers were laced. But her favorite part wasn’t that. Her favorite part was looking up at Michael while they were walking. He was talking about launching his website and how excited he was for that and the race in Melbourne in almost a month. Michael was talking and all Maggie could do was look at him and ask herself how she could have been so lucky. That beautiful, sweet, gentle, strong, smart Aussie walking by her side wanted her. He made everything in his power to make that trip possible -lies included- because he wanted to spend time with her before he had to go around the world. He reorganized his busy life and planned the whole weekend so they could spend it together. Maggie was really, really lucky, and she knew it.

She lost hers looking at him again while they were back in the back. They were driving back to London as the sun was setting, still hand in hand with happy smiles on their faces. Maggie was looking at the sun reflecting on his dark sunglasses, and she was sure there was nothing better than that. Nothing could beat the feeling of his laugh echoing inside the car, his hand bringing hers closer to his face so he could kiss her knuckles, and the way she felt when Michael mentioned how maybe he could sneak to Dublin for a weekend between winter testing and the start of the season. ‘In the worst case, we can find a way to bring you here again. I’m willing to do whatever Lily asks if she covers our backs again’ was what he said to make her kiss his cheek.

They went back to have dinner like normal people in a little restaurant they found in London. It was just like they promised, just the two of them no hurry, no interruptions and no hiding. It was the best date Maggie ever had and it was all thanks to Michael. He made her laugh and smile like nobody ever did. He made her heart jump of happiness and love like nobody else, especially when he complimented her and insisted she looked beautiful and no tired or sleepy as she said she looked. ‘I know you're tired and sleepy, but it's not the face you have right now. If it was the case I wouldn’t mind because your sleepy face is one of my favorite things, so don’t worry about it’ he insisted as they waited for their dessert. Maggie wanted to cover his face with kisses, but she couldn’t, so she waited.

That night, waiting was worth the pain. After dinner they went straight home. It was just them on their own kissing and making each other moan like nothing else mattered. Maggie barely gave him time to close the door to the apartment as she was on her knees to thank him for the day, holding onto his legs and hips as she made wonders sucking on him. She didn’t get to kiss his face as she wanted in the restaurant, so she took care of kissing every other inch of skin he could reach. She toyed with him until Michael was a mess of moans trying to hold onto something else than her hair as she ran her tongue over his cock and her hands over his legs. Just like earlier when she was looking at his face while they were walking, Maggie was hypnotized by the sight of Michael, but this time with rosy cheeks, jaw hanging, and eyes closed as he was moaning her name. She almost forgot how much he loved his voice. The last month was an eternal exchange of texts to arrange the trip, but no phone calls in case someone might hear them.  In that moment she also realized how it was counted the times she got to really hear him, because there was always people or they were always in a hotel room. They always had to keep it quiet or be in silence because nobody could know what they were doing. It was always them moaning softly in each other’s ears –or necks or lips or shoulders–, but not that night. That night he was hers to make him scream, moan and do whatever she wanted, and that’s exactly what Maggie did.

An hour and a half Maggie was lying in the middle of the bed, covered by the covers as she was just wearing her panties and nothing else, simply because there was no point in wearing anything else, not even one of his shirts. She knew lying to everyone was terrible; she knew it was stupid but every single one of those thoughts disappeared as Michael made her moan his name again and again as he fucked her senseless against the bed. None of that was in her mind as he made her cum twice until her legs were shaking. They disappeared again as she saw Michael walk into the room again after five minutes, black boxers and nothing else covering his body. Her mouth watered at the view as he walked to the side of the bed, dropping his phone on the nightstand. “I’m not picking up that thing again” he promised as he laid down beside her, arms automatically wrapping around her body.

He left the room five minutes earlier because Daniel was calling him. He didn’t care if Maggie listened to the conversation, but Maggie couldn’t stop giggling. Before Daniel called, Michael was very busy tickling and kissing Maggie. The fact that Daniel was calling made her laugh even more; that’s why Michael decided to leave. He apologized three times before he left, promising to go back to bed soon as possible while Maggie covered her mouth because nobody needed to know she was there in his bed. Maggie couldn’t help but smile as she turned to the side to look at him. “It's okay, babe. Its Danny, so you had to pick it up” she spoke, moving her fingertips around his chest and neck.  Michael nodded as he kissed her neck, letting his fingertips wander around her waist and back, lazily tracing patterns over her skin. “Are you okay?” he asked sweetly against her jaw as he moved to look at her face.  Maggie was more than okay; she was absolutely happy. After their goodbye at the airport and after a month of being away from him, Maggie was over the moon for being in his arms. The last twenty-four hours in London were a dream full of smiles, kisses, hugs, awesome food and even more incredible sex, so Maggie nodded and smiled at his question. “I’m with my favorite boy; he took me to a date, fucked me till my legs turned into jelly and made me cum six times in the last twenty-four hours. Couldn’t ask for a better day” she affirmed, kissing his lips sweetly. “What about you?”

“I’m incredibly happy. My girl is here and today wasn’t raining, so I can’t ask for more on this weekend” he smiled, moving closer to her until their chests were touching. “You still owe me that explanation about you and me”  Maggie had to stop and think for a second. She had no idea what explanation he was talking about, but she knew if he said that it was for something. “You and me? What about you and me?” she asked with a confused face as she moved one of her legs over his waist.  “You promised me to tell me about our incompatibility and how are we meant to break or whatever astrology says” Michael explained with a silly smile on his face. “I’m curious, so tell me what the stars say about us” Maggie couldn’t believe Michael remembered that, but she wasn’t surprised at all. It was just a silly comment, but he kept it in his head for a damn month, so she had no way to run from that. “You really wanna know about that?” she asked to check up twice before she started to explain it to him.

“I’m sure. Besides, I’m curious. I know your aunt is an astrologist, but I had no idea you knew about it”  She would be lying if she said she didn’t ask her aunt Mimi about Gemini and Scorpio. Even when Maggie grew up with an astrologist aunt, she never asked about her or any boyfriend she had. She knew a couple things about zodiac signs, and it was enough for her, but when things started with Michael, she got curious. Maggie knew she couldn’t ask directly to her aunt, so she invented and excuse saying one of her friends from work wanted to know. Her aunt Mimi didn’t ask much questions; she just dropped the information, saying fact after fact as Maggie nodded while listening, trying to remember as much information as possible. She also knew it wasn’t an exact science, but she just wanted to know. “I know a thing or two and think it’s kind of interesting, that’s it” she shrugged, acting like it was no big deal.  “That’s why you got this bad boy?” he asked, running his fingers over the new tattoo over her left arm.

“No, I got it for you, my darling” she joked, kissing his kips as they both smiled.

As soon as he saw it, Michael thought it was hilarious she got The Lovers tarot card on her arm, especially considering the situation. Maggie didn’t do it for that, but it was kind of hilarious. She had been in love with that card since she was a kid. It was the first card she ever picked the first time her aunt told her to choose a card from Maggie’s favorite deck. She remembered perfectly her excitement as her little fingers ran over the golden cards trying to pick one. She couldn’t really remember what her aunt said about it; it was probably a lie considering Maggie was a kid. All she remembered was how fascinated she was with the card and how she spent weeks drawing it. Maggie always joked about having it tattooed and she finally did it back in January after she got home from Perth. One boring rainy Sunday, Maggie was just playing with the deck of cards that her aunt gave her years ago, and suddenly the first card that appeared in front of her was The Lovers. That’s how she knew she had to do it. She didn’t tell anyone anything, just went and did it. Not even Michael knew until she got to London. He was fascinated with it, and even when she explained why she got the tattoo and that it was actually her sign’s tattoo, Michael spent the whole night and day saying Maggie got the tattoo for them. “I feel honored, sweetheart. Now explain it to me” he insisted, kissing her once. Maggie took a deep breath and started to think. She had no idea if she should tell the good things or just everything. She had no idea if she should say how Mimi insisted that the match was a very bad idea that was going to take a lot of work if it actually worked. Maggie had no idea what to do, but then she remembered how Michael could read her, so he was going to know if she was hiding or lying. “We’re an incompatible match. It’s fun and sexy initially, but we need a lot of work to have a harmonious relationship” she started explaining, but Michael interrupted her before she kept talking. 

“Well, I can assure you it's fun and sexy so far, so they got that right” he joked with a cheeky smile on his face.  She couldn’t deny he was right. Never in her life she had as much fun with someone as with him. It was just easy to be around Michael. It was easy and nice and fun and comfortable and it felt right to be around him. That was just a couple of the reasons why Michael was her favorite person to be around. That was why he was her favorite person. In addition to all that, the sex was mind-blowing, so Michael was right; it was sexy and fun.  “Exactly” she agreed as she kept talking. “They also say we’re the most challenging signs to date. We’re basically irresistible, but dramatic and intense. It’s complicated to relate to each other and even when it's an exciting chemistry it's not very stable and it might have extreme highs and lows” she added, fingertips moving over his shoulders and collarbone.  “Hey, that’s not true; we relate to each other. We have things in common and not just Dan and Jas dating. I’m getting offended with all this astrology thing” he affirmed, grabbing her waist and making her impossibly closer to him.  “You’re right about that. We both like coffee, motor races, Australia, dogs, the beach, churros, music, sex, books, drawing, traveling. You like cooking and I like how you cook. You like working out and goddamn how I like the results, mate” Maggie joked, squeezing his bicep with her right hand and scratching his chest lightly with her left hand as she bit her lower lip.

“We like each other” Michael added, grabbing her leg that was already over his waist and making it get higher. “Even if we didn’t like the same things or have the same hobbies, we have the same values and care about the same things in life. I think that’s more important” * Her heart melted as soon as she heard that. He was right, and deep down she knew all that too, but hearing Michael say it made it somehow real. “What a smart man you are, Italiano” she smiled as she felt her knees getting weak even if she was lying down. “What else do those signs say?” Michael asked as he stole a kiss.  “Wait a sec, since when do you care about that kind of stuff? I thought you were a man of science, Mr. Engineer” Maggie wondered. If he remembered that after a month it there must be a reason. There must be a reason why he brought it up even when she dropped it as a joke. “Drop it, babe” she insisted, finally realizing something must be bothering him. Now that she was paying attention, she could see it on his face. Even with a smirk on his face, Michael couldn’t hide from her how there was something in his eyes as he looked at her. It was a mix of worry and sadness and Maggie just wanted to kiss it away. “I care since somebody said we can’t make it work. I don’t like that, but I like the challenge. Besides, you make it sound like a bedtime story”

He didn’t like anyone saying they couldn’t make it work. He didn’t want anyone saying that. She got it and he was right; she didn’t like all that either. “Most depressing bedtime story ever” Maggie nodded, stroking his cheek. “You sure you want me to keep going? I mean, it's basically bullshit; it's not science. Besides, I don’t wanna fuck up our first weekend together with all this thing” It was, in fact, their first whole weekend together on their own. The night of the engagement party they spent the night together, the next morning they had breakfast, but Maggie had plans with Lily so Michael left so she could go have lunch. That was the closest they ever got to some real time alone, but that weekend was different. That weekend there was no pressure, no risk of getting caught, no sneaking to go back to another room. That weekend was just for them. Two nights and two days of nothing but them, so the last thing Maggie wanted was to ruin it by throwing away silly astrological facts. “Sweetheart, you know me, no astrological thing is gonna tell me what to do. I’m just curious and I like hearing you talk about it. There's no way this is going to ruin anything,” he insisted, kissing the palm of her hand as he spoke.

“Fine. So, what else?” she asked as she stopped to think about what else she should say. “Basically, our elements are also incompatible. You’re a water sign and I’m air, and that means we move and express differently through life, so for us making it work it's more on the combination of effort and fate than harmony and convenience”  “You need water and air to kitesurfing,” Michael pointed out, making Maggie smile because he was right as always. “Are you letting me finish?” Maggie asked, and Michael put his hands up in surrender so she could keep going. “So, the thing is we’re basically proof that chemical attraction exists, which is absolutely true. Also, another issue can be how emotional we are. They say we’re fucking different on an emotional level. You, my sweet Scorpio boy, are all about feels and digging into that, and technically I’m all about intellectual approach trying to understand everything first and then moving on. I’m all about brains and you’ll get all frustrated because you like deep conversations about feelings. And your jealous and a bit possessive in relationships and rumors say that's a big problem for my sweet Gemini spirit because I need my freedom to do my own shit. But yeah, the biggest advice I heard it's that if they want to make it work, Gemini has to show Scorpio that they won’t abandon them” Maggie finished, and when she was finally done, she gave him a kiss. It was long as sweet, long, loving, and it was basically yelling ‘I’m not planning to abandon you’. She wasn’t, so she needed him to know.

Maggie was convinced Michael got the message because when they moved apart, he just smiled at her. “That’s deep” he whispered against her lips. “Yeah, it is. But let me tell you, I also know we fucking annoy each other, that we don’t understand each other’s personalities; that I never kept my promises, and you hate that because you’re absolutely loyal, that you’re jealous, and you hate how often I flirt with basically everyone” Maggie added, and by the end she was smiling like a little happy girl.

It couldn’t be further from reality. It was even ridiculous to say it. She felt ridiculous saying it because she knew it was bullshit. The only real thing was Michael being jealous and loyal. She couldn’t even imagine flirting with someone who wasn’t Michael; she loved his personality; she rather died than not keep a promise, and he was the least annoying human being in the whole world. He never annoyed her, not even when he woke her up early. Maggie saw how his face changed as the word ‘flirt’ left her mouth. She felt his grip on her body getting tighter. She knew his eyes well enough to know the jealous Michael entered the conversation. Michael used the phrase ‘my girl’ all day when referring to Maggie, even in front of people, so now listening to all that nonsense sure made something jump inside his chest. She knew he was trying to stay relaxed, but his hand on her leg was telling a different story. If he squeezed a bit more, he was going to leave bruises to make Maggie remember about that weekend for the whole month. “Oh, you flirt a lot?” he asked, acting as chill as possible. “Apparently”  “With whom, if I might ask? Or maybe I can’t because you need your freedom and do whatever you want” he teased, moving to her neck to kiss every spot there. When he was done, he moved to her shoulders and then to her chest.

Maggie could barely think thanks to his lips over her. She knew he was doing it to turn her insane. She knew he was going to tease her and let her begging before he did anything. It worked every single time, and that night wasn’t the exception. Maggie loved every single second of it. She loved the way his lips moved around her, the way his tongue and teeth played with her; the way his scruff scratched and tickled her skin; the way their bodies were tangled and pressed together, and the way his hands kept her in place as his fingertips left goosebumps along the way. He had her breathing fast in no time, chest raising and falling against skin to the point she was barely able to respond. “I tend to flirt and play a lot with my fingers when you’re not around” she confessed in a whisper, eyes closed as her own hands held into his chest and back. “Oh you do? I hope you think about me when you do it” “It's always you, don’t worry” she affirmed already out of breath. It was always him. Even before they were something, Michael was the one on her mind every time she put her fingers to good use inside her panties every time she was alone in bed. He was even in her mind more than once when she was still with her ex, but that was a secret nobody knew, not even Michael. “You know what they also say?” Maggie asked, no really knowing where the concentration came from to keep talking. She did it anyway when Michael made a little sound to let her know he wanted her to keep going. “That's the issue is the long run, basically because the fire can burn out. We’re incompatible in the sex aspect. Geminis technically use sex as a way to have fun. Scorpio sees it as a way to connect on an intimate, deep, and emotional level. This is an issue when they’re in a committed relationship because Scorpio may feel that Gemini keeps things too superficial. Also, we can’t keep our hands off each other because we can’t resist it” “So, it's not just us??” he wondered, kissing and biting her jaw as he made his way up to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her. He just stayed close to look at the mess he had made of her in a couple of minutes. He had such power over her that he didn’t even need to fuck her to turn into an absolute disaster.

She hated it, but she also loved it at the same time. Adobe all, she wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. “Nop, it's not just us” she affirmed, running her fingers –and especially her nails– over his shoulders and neck. “It's all the Scorpio-Gemini couples” “Anything else I should know?” “Geminis have multiple sides, which Scorpios will find very intriguing because they want to figure out who this Gemini truly is. Gemini is all intrigued by Scorpio’s mysterious allure. We basically want to find out everything about them. We’re both also masters at seducing with words, but even when we’re ripping out clothes off, we’re gonna be fighting for control. We can’t help it”. Maggie could barely finish talking as she felt his fingers running around her skin, one hand stroking her tight and the other her ribs. Every time his hands moved over her ribs' tattoos it was like a magical trip where Maggie lost control; this time it wasn’t different. She left a little moan to escape her lips and he just smiled at her. “We don’t do that. We don’t fight for control” he stated.

“We don’t because I’m a soft Gemini and I love to say yes to you, mate. I’m a sucker and a submissive and I honestly don’t care” she purred against his jaw, this time taking a little of revenge for what he was doing to her as she kissed him. “You’re not a sucker, you’re smart, sexy and absolutely beautiful” he affirmed, making her blush even if he wasn’t seeing her. There was no way she wasn’t blushing when Michael said the word ‘beautiful’ while talking about her. “Can I ask you something, babe?” he asked, and Maggie just nodded. “You really believe in those things?” It took her a second to think about what to say. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in it, but she at the same time she kind of believed it, so it was a weird mix. “In part. Not like I’m gonna drop you for being a Scorpio like ‘yeah na, I don’t date Scorpios’ but I don’t know” she started to explain, moving up to look at him while she spoke. “I rather believe in that than believe there’s a magical something outside that died and came back to life, and the whole story about snakes talking, forbidden fruits and seas opening. I respect people who believe in that because anyone can do or believe in whatever the fuck they want as long as they don’t hurt anyone. But yeah, I guess I would rather believe in astrology than in religion. Besides, it's like I already told you, it's not an exact science, baby. It's not written in the stars” “Even if it was written in the stars, I wouldn’t give a damn. It took me a month to finally get you here, so I don’t give a shit what the stars say. I’m gonna enjoy this until the second you get your beautiful face on a plane” he affirmed, kissing her forehead and them her lips.

Maggie had no idea how, but Michael always knew the right thing to say to make her melt and smile. That case wasn’t the exception. She was happy to be there. To be in his arms, in his home, in his bed. She couldn't stop smiling since she got in the taxi to go to the airport in Dublin and her smile just became bigger the second she saw Michael waiting for her. She was happy because it seemed like Michael couldn’t stop kissing her since she got there; because he told her to act like his home was hers; and because he looked absolutely happy because she was there. Michael seemed happy and excited because she was there and now the fact that he was saying that made her even more happy. “Tell me you’re real. Tell me this is not me being delusional. Tell me I’m in some hospital bed in Dublin after I got hit by a car and this is a good dream I’m having while being in a coma” Maggie purred, throwing her body over his, making Michael lay on his back. “You’re not delusional; you’re not in a coma. We’re here together in London and this is very real, sweetheart” he insisted, placing his arms around her waist as Maggie looked down at her. “Hey, you know in what I believe?” Michael asked, while his thumb touched carefully her cheek. “This thing we have, whatever it is” “That’s cause you like me very, very much?” Maggie wondered, kissing his cheek and looking back at him with a smile on her face. Michael didn’t have to answer, his smile and the way his eyes were shining were enough for her to know the answer, but he did it anyway. “Yes, it’s because I really like you and I really care about you, so I’m gonna say fuck astrology”  “Fuck astrology” Maggie repeated, and before she could even think, Michael was turning them around while he kissed and tickled her again.

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kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!!

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that.

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sinswithpleasure · 3 years

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA's Yves) [Part 2] [Female Reader]

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Hello! I'm back with part 2!

Futa!Yves x Fem Reader, just in case ya forgot.

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

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Yves shows up on time for tutoring, to your surprise.

"Hey baby."

"Don't 'baby' me."

"Sure. Let's start."

"Alright. Open up the textbook. We're starting from the basics. I've printed out some of the prerequisites for this topic, since what you did last time wasn't up to standard due to lack of practice of the basics. Now…"

Yves listens attentively. In fact, things go a bit too smoothly for the both of you. Yves doesn't make any cheeky quip, pull out any pet names, or flirt with anyone that passes by. The womanizing playgirl you knew disappears, and in its place is a focused, dedicated young woman. Sometimes, you even find yourself staring at her work on the problems in front of her. The change is… welcome, to say the least.

Your eyes roam Yves's styled hair, swiped back to expose her forehead, down to her beautiful large eyes, button nose, and full lips.

God, you're gay. Sure, you're literally admiring the beauty of the most insufferable bane of the universe, but you're just so fucking gay and hot people are hot, no matter how irritating they are, so...

When your eyes shift back up, you're met with Yves's smirk.

"See something you like, babe?"

Fuck.

"N-no."

"Liar."

"Fuck off." You rush to change the subject. "How're you doing?"

"I've been done for a while. You would know if you weren't spending the time looking at me."

You refuse to dignify her with a response, checking through the solved problems. With your coaching, Yves manages to get two more questions correct as compared to last time, but she still makes some simple mistakes.

"Okay, here's the issue. In question two…"

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Yves continues to show up for every tutoring session. Somehow, a week passes by, and it is now Friday.

"Good afternoon, babygirl."

"Don't 'babygirl' me. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Mm, whatever. How're you doing?"

"Why do you care?"

Yves pulls out the chair next to you, leaning back on it, resting her legs on the table. She turns to you, grinning.

"Of course I'd care! You're my tutor, and if you don't feel good, you won't be able to teach me properly. If I don't get taught, I won't learn, then I'll fail, and I don't get to win. You know that I always win."

"I'm not sleeping with you."

"That's what you say, but not what you mean."

"Fuck you."

"That's what you'll be doing in five months' time."

"No I won't. Bring out the Calc textbook. We're going through Chapter 4 today."

"Alright, babygirl."

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The change in Yves becomes apparent when she somehow is present earlier than you on Monday morning.

"Yves?"

"Oh, hey babe."

You sigh at the pet name, but having heard her call you that for quite some time now, it doesn't grind your gears as much anymore.

"Don't 'babe' me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Yves returns her attention to the papers she is working on, and the familiar math problems catch your eye.

"Calc?"

"Yeah. I promised I'll be the best student. Here I am."

"We'll see about that."

"You're looking at it right now." Yves rises from her chair, and in a flash, she has her arm around your waist, her face inches from yours. "I'm going to win, babygirl."

"G-Get off me!" Your face reddens instantly at the close proximity of your lips to hers. Memories of the chaste kiss Yves planted take front and center stage, and you can't help but look away from Yves.

"You're so pretty."

Yves has her gaze locked on your lips, then to your eyes. She is so close, too close, even. Heat flashes all over your body—every touch Yves leaves on you seems to burn.

"I mean it. You're gorgeous."

"T-Thank you."

The smug smirk never leaves Yves's face. She releases you from her smoldering gaze and grip, but she leaves you with a rapidly beating heart and a large distraction for the day to come.

When class begins, Yves tries to take the time to listen to the professor. However, she is soon back to her old ways, flicking paper balls at classmates and being on her phone more than she listens.

"Yves."

"Yeah, baby?" She meets your gaze, her tongue darting out to moisten her dry lips. Her hands carry on working on moulding another tiny paper ball.

"You're not listening."

"I am!"

"What was the last thing the prof said?"

"Um…"

You roll your eyes.

"Best student, my ass."

"I made that promise to you, not to him."

"You won't learn if you don't listen to him either. How're you going to be the best if you can't even do that?"

"Oh, so that's how it is?"

"That's right." You think hard about the words you want to say next, but maybe… maybe it is worth the risk. After all, Yves is still the bane of your existence, but she could be less of that if she keeps up her effort in trying to learn.

"You don't get to fuck me if you're not the best."

You watch as Yves freezes. She stares at you, her jaw hanging, before she steels her gaze to your eyes, staring deep into your soul.

"So this is how you wanna play, babygirl?"

"Yeah." You can feel your bravado slowly disappearing.

"Fine. I'll listen. I'll play by your rules."

Yves leans to your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine. Her deep whisper makes you shudder.

"You will be mine at the end of the year, baby. I promise you: I'll ace my exams, and you'll love me for it."

Perhaps provoking your seatmate wasn't the best idea. Now you have to deal with the deep flush on your face and neck, as well as the heat between your legs.

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A month passes.

Every week, the same things go by—tutoring, classes, more tutoring, more classes. However, what changes is how close you and Yves get with each other. By no means were the both of you friends, but she isn't as much of a thorn in your side anymore.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Baby

I need a bit more help with the math from the last chapter.

Can I see you this weekend?

Saturday, 10am, Seoul U entrance?

[You sent a message:]

Sure.

I'll see you.

[yves💘 sent a message:]

Good.

Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.

[You sent a message:]

Fuck off.

You groan when Yves manages to charm you through text. Outfit ideas are already flowing through your head, and you sink your face into the comfort of your palms. Why do you even care about looking pretty for Yves?⁶

Well… that genuine grin she flashed after a muffled gasp of surprise when you wore a dress once in the past month was gorgeous on her. That was why.

You remember Yves actually having the slightest hint of a blush when looking at you, and she seemed to be a little less flirty that day, opting to take short glances at you when she thought you weren't watching. This newfound attention was… welcome. You couldn't deny feeling shy having Yves check you out. After all, you were just the nerd girl in class, and having this attention from a hot girl you could consider a crush not as much of a pain in your ass felt so good.

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Saturday arrives, and here you are, waiting outside Seoul University.

You choose to keep things simple: just a simple button-down dress with daisies printed on the fabric. Your hair is tied up in a cute bun. The pink backpack you carry completes the look, with a nice pair of flats.

The sun isn't too bright, and a cool breeze keeps you comfortable while waiting. You can't help but get nervous, though you know it is irrational to feel so. After all, this is just another study session. However, Yves's text to you earlier in the week keeps flashing across your eyes.

'Dress nicely, baby. It's a date.'

You know this is just a study session. However, a part of you dimly wishes that it isn't, before you hurriedly bash those thoughts with a hammer and then set them on fire.

The revving of a motorbike catches your attention before it zooms down the road. You can see the bike move across the lanes, then slowing to a stop in front of you. The rider, clad in all black leather, complete with jacket and boots, seems to freeze in front of you, before slowly drawing the helmet off their head.

"Hey, babygirl."

Yves grins at you, her eyes sweeping over your body. Her gaze lands on your legs, moving up to your torso, your chest, and then to your eyes and hair.

The next words she mutters are meant to be kept to herself, but you hear her anyway.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous."

Your heart takes off, pounding against your chest. You try to hide the flush on your face by staring at the ground, but you field a gaze to Yves, who looks a bit like a deer caught in headlights. She looks so handsome, so cool, and downright fucking hot at the same time.

Hmm… What would it feel like being pinned under her again?

The intrusive thought you have gets stamped out instantly, but the effect lingers—you can't help but check Yves out, feeling a rush of heat deep within your loins.

Her agreement with you was starting to look more and more appealing. Maybe you do have to teach her well.

"Get on."

"What?"

"Let's go. I gotta park the bike, and the cafe isn't close by. Get on."

Yves hands you a spare black helmet, and you hesitantly take it.

"Don't kill me."

"I won't." She grins. "I like you too much to think about doing that."

Your breath catches in your throat. It's not uncharacteristic of her to say things like that so easily, but maybe… just maybe… you want her to mean it.

You get onto the bike as Yves holds it steady. You don't know where to put your hands, but Yves grabs your arms, pulling them to wrap around her waist.

"Hold on tight, babygirl."

"Okay." You can't believe what's happening right now.

"I'm gonna go."

The engine revs.

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Yves trails behind you as both of you make your way to the cafe. Yves is quiet along the way, unlike her usual flirting if she caught you staring at her. When you glance back to her, you see her eyes dart away from you, staring at the floor as she swipes her hair back.

Weird.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Never been better, baby." Her reply is unconvincing, especially with a forced grin, but you don't want to really push her for a reply.

"Er… Okay. Sure."

Both of you make your way into the cafe, stopping by the counter to grab the menu. When you sit down at a table, Yves sits across you, her eyes locked onto you as you peruse your options.

"You're staring a lot today, Yves."

"Oh, um, er…" She looks away, her voice soft. This is very unlike her.

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm feelin' great, ready to learn, and get good." She leans back, resting her hands on the armrests of her chair.

Oh.

She has a crop top on.

Oh my fucking God, she has abs.

You short circuit.

Two columns of defined muscle greet your eyes, as if to mock you. It wasn't like she was someone you didn't find hot. Now, you have to find out that she also has abs?!

Your mouth dries instantly, and you grab your bottle, taking a swig. The cool liquid quenches your physical thirst, but your mental thirst…

"Don't look too much, babygirl. You might get hypnotized."

Yves tilts your chin up with a finger, moving to lean close to your face.

"My eyes are up here."

Holy fucking shit, she's so fucking hot.

You wonder how you didn't notice them when she had that fishnet and crop top combo. Maybe her pants covered them, maybe you were blinded in your dislike for her. Whatever, you've seen them now. No reason to stop… respectfully staring, especially when you can.

"Look at me."

You meet Yves's smoldering gaze.

"Keep your eyes up here, babygirl." Her warm breath against your lips makes you yearn to lean in and close the gap. "I don't want them anywhere else when they're so beautiful."

You whimper involuntarily, and Yves chuckles.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that?"

The shame that burns when you squeak and break your gaze to hide in the pretense of reading the menu is something you don't want to admit that you feel coursing through your veins, but it's there. When you lower the menu, Yves has her chin in her palm, her head tilted to the left, a satisfied grin on her features.

"I mean it, baby. You look really pretty today."

"T-Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's order, I'm starving."

"Okay."

"Oh." Yves leans towards you, lowering the menu to stare into your eyes once more. "You'll get to see what you want to see when I ace the exams. Be patient, babe."

You groan.

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That night, you toss and turn on the bed incessantly. Every time you close your eyes, you can feel hot breath across your lips, smell the scent emanating off Yves, and sense her burning gaze on you. Yves's handsome features are burnt deep into your head, and just the thought of her sends your heart pounding and temperature rising.

You think of her abs under her clothes, the defined muscle jumping out to your eyes. She already looks so good, so delicious, and yet, things only go up from here.

The rush of heat between your legs doesn't help things.

You turn again, ignoring your basest desires. Bedtime it is.

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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What did he say? - Daniel Ricciardo one shot

Update: I just realized it's Carlos' birthday TODAY! I'm so so sorry hahaha I feel like a jerk, but it's just play pretend ok?

Guys, this is based on a dream I had but listen, it’s so weird cause I KNOW this is not like Carlos AT ALL. He’s kind of the vilan in this one... Please don’t be mad if you’re a Carlos fan, it’s just for fun, I swear. I’ll even try to write something with him later to make it up to you guys! Also, I clearly don't know how vacuum works in racing, so again, just humor me and pretend I got it right, ok?

As always, please take the time to let me know what you think, means a lot to me (even if it’s constructive criticism)! And thank you so much to everyone that always does! 💕 Your lovely messages always motivate me to keep writing!

Warnings: angst, jealous Daniel, kind of a dick Carlos (again, sorry! I know he’d never)

I was in the “side stage” at the press room for the Austin GP, the first I ever went and of course, the first with Daniel, as his girlfriend. He was answering questions along with Pierre Gasly on stage. There were a few people besides me, including some of the drivers, waiting for their turn to face the press.

"Coco, ¿quién es?" I heard Carlos Sainz whispering to his cousin, nodding his head in my direction.

"No conozco. ¿Creo que es periodista?" his cousin answered looking at me. I just acted like I wasn't listening, or understanding, not sure why though.

"No, si fuera periodista estaría allá fuera, haciendo preguntas" Carlos continued.

"Sí, pero no me parece estar perdida" his cousin commented, they kept whispering but I could hear them very clearly.

"Qué pena, no me importaría darte direcciones" Carlos said with a smirk and I felt really uncomfortable at that, which only made me stay even more frozen in place and wish Daniel came back sooner.

"Si no te conociera, diría que acabas de romper una relación. Ni siquiera puedes ver a una chica alrededor" his cousin said hitting him playfully in the head.

"¿Y te parece esta una chica cualquier? Siempre debes andar con supermodelos, ¿no?" Carlos joked back.

"Vale, tienes razón" his cousin answered him and I was counting the seconds for Daniel to come back now.

"Pero sin duda es nueva aquí. Me recordaría de algo como eso. Tampoco pienso ser americana, ellas no tienen esta-" Just then someone called him.

"Sainz, you're up next" Daniel walked out, coming by my side. "Hey" he said to me and I smiled. "They just asked to wait 5 minutes, something about changing the batteries of the mics" he said looking back at Carlos, his cousin, and Kimi, who was going to be pairing with Carlos in the press conference and was just hanging in the corner by himself this whole time.

"Alright, thanks mate" Carlos answered.

"Hey, have you guys met (y/n)? Carlos, Carlos, (y/n)... (y/n), Carlos, Carlos" Daniel made the introductions grinning like a teenager, probably finding it super funny that they had the same first name.

"¡Hola! Mucho gusto en conocerlos, soy (y/n). ¿Como están?" I extended my hand to greet them, feeling much more confident now that I had a 5' 9" Australian by my side. They looked startled at me and then at each other.

“¿Hablas español?” Carlos asked me.

“Sí, y compreendo muy bien también” I told him and my tone made it clear I knew exactly what they were talking about earlier and didn’t like it a bit.

"Carlos, Kimi, they're ready for you" an assistant called.

"Good one kid" Kimi said to me when he walked past us, winking at Daniel. Carlos followed him to the stage and since I didn't want to just stand there in the remains of the awkward situation with Dan and Carlos’ cousin, I just walked in the opposite direction, outside the press room. Not too long after, Daniel walked after me.

"Hey, what was that about?" he asked, still smiling. Boy, he wouldn't be smiling for too long after I told him what that was about.

"What?" I asked, trying not to make a big deal. He reached for my hand, taking it in his.

"You know what. Come on, what happened back there? Did you guys know each other?"

"No!" I have to tell him now, or he'll think I have something to hide. I took a deep breath. "They were talking between themselves before you come out, in Spanish. And I don't think they thought I could understand" he looked at me confused but then it hit him and his expression changed from confusion to rage.

"What did they said?"

"Nothing, it's not a big deal ok? I just wanted to let them know I could understand, so I just said 'hello' in Spanish, that's all" I said, walking away from the place where we were standing and pulling his hand. God knows I didn't want to be there when Carlos walked out, or better, for Daniel to be there.

"I figured that much. But what did he said? Just tell me" Daniel looked at me.

"Let's just go? Please? It's not worth it. What are you going to do? Sucker punch him?"

"Do I need to sucker punch him? Is it that bad?"

"No! Dan, please, let's just go. This is not going to lead us anywhere"

"(y/n)"

"I'll tell you. Promise. Back at the trailer, okay?" I tried to negotiate.

"Fine"

When we stepped back inside his driver's room, Daniel closed the door and looked at me.

"Alright. Spill it"

"Promise me you won't do anything to him"

"Absolutely not. The longer you stall me, the more pissed off I get"

"Okay” I knew I had no choice and honestly, why should I protect him really? I’m just worried about how this might make Daniel feel. “They were wondering who I was, his cousin was teasing him saying he was only interested because he just ended a relationship"

"That's not all" he said and I didn't answer, just looked away, shaking my head. "Alright. I'm sorry you had to hear that. But you can tell me these things ok? I want to protect you baby" He said stepping closer to me and hugging me.

"I don't want you to cause trouble for something stupid"

"Hey!" he said pulling away a bit to look at me. "This is not stupid. Nothing about you is stupid. It's a big deal baby, that’s plain disrespectful. I want you here with me, always. And I want you to feel comfortable here, okay?"

"I feel comfortable now" I said hugging him closer. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.

"Fuckers" he whispered to himself.

"Promise me you won't confront him. He'll deny, or start a fight. Or both. And besides, it’s not so much what he said, it’s more like how they were eyeing me. And I don't want you to get involved in a scandal" I said pulling away and sitting down in a chair. Daniel leaned against the table, looking at me.

"A scandal?" he laughed.

"You do know gossip is the major product of motorsports, right?" I smirked at him.

"Fair enough" he agreed. "Fuck baby, the things I have to deal with for having a goddess as a girlfriend" he was joking now, so the mood seemed lighter, but knowing Daniel, I knew he hadn't completely let that go yet. I just rolled my eyes at him. Hopefully, the events of the weekend would be enough to get his mind out of it.

Friday and Saturday kept us busy enough so that we didn’t touch the subject anymore, but I could still catch Daniel staring at Carlos here and there. And I could definitely see Carlos staring at me too, which I tried to avoid at all costs, staying out of his visual field. If Daniel saw that, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold him back again.

On Sunday I’d be watching from the garage with Michael and Blake, which was super exciting, to see all the action from the front row. But I didn’t want to disturb Daniel’s routine, so I tried to stay back a little. Yet, he kept coming to steal kisses and joke around. He seemed really relaxed and confident. He was P5 and I took the care to see that Carlos was P8, so I knew they might race each other eventually but I also knew that Dan would be much more preoccupied doing what he does best and overtaking the 4 in front of him to even think about whoever was behind. Everything was going to be fine, no harm done.

“Alright. Time to go” he announced to me. “Kiss for good luck?”

“Good luck. Just go and do what you do best, okay? And try to come back in one piece” I smiled through the kiss and then watched him take his helmet from the table, wink at me, and turn to walk towards his Mclaren. My chest was tight but I could only pray and hope now.

The cars were already outside the garage for some reason, so Dan was walking out when Carlos passed in front of the orange crew. He stopped to greet some of them and that would be fine, except he was not paying any attention to the people he was talking to. He was looking inside the garage like he was looking for something, or rather someone, cause when he saw me he nodded like he was greeting me and checked me out, head to toes. Dan saw it and looked back inside just in time to see me step aside, behind Michael, clearly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

“Hey... man” Carlos greeted Daniel. And his tone made me sure that it wasn’t even about me anymore. Carlos knew how much it must be bothering Daniel and was clearly using it to try and get him pissed off and unfocused. The thing is, very few things were capable of getting Daniel out of his “all good all ways” vibe, but when they did, you definitely don’t want to be on his way. I’m actually a bit worried about the other drivers now, Carlos included, because Dan just turned back to his machine, like he knew exactly what he was going to do and nothing would stop him, getting inside the car a mere formality. He didn’t even bother to take a second look at Carlos.

“Oh boy” I commented.

“Yeah, I saw it” Michael said to me. “What was that about anyway? I thought they got along fine”. I don’t say anything else, and from that moment on my eyes are glued to the screen in front of us, following any micro movement Daniel makes.

They go for the warm-up lap, which feels like it takes forever, and then, finally, Grid formation. That sign must be broken cause the lights also took hours to change.

3, 2, 1... there they go. Thank god we’re wearing masks, otherwise, my nails and fingertips would be long gone.

The first turn is a sharp one and Daniel had an opening to overtake Perez, the first driver in front of him, we could see it clearly from the drone view, but he didn’t take it. What is he doing?

“What is he doing?” Somebody in the garage voiced my thoughts.

“You had an opening Daniel” the engineer said on the radio.

“All under control. I know what I’m doing. How far are the others behind me?” Daniel answered.

I hoped he wasn’t doing what I thought he was doing but I already knew he was. Being the risk-it-all-idiot he was, Dan was waiting for Carlos to catch up to him. Knowing him, I knew he wanted to race and beat him personally, which was crazy stupid, but wouldn’t take long since Carlos had already overtaken Gasly and Alonso, and was now only a few nanoseconds behind Daniel.

“Come on Dan” I said to myself.

“Come on Daniel” Blake practically yelled at the screen.

I feel like throwing up. He’s gonna get hurt and jeopardize all the work the team put into the weekend just to... to what? I don’t even know. If he gets out of this race alive, I’ll personally kill him.

The race’s still going, no major changes after the first turn. Then suddenly Daniel seems to remember he had a gas pedal, finally getting speed in the big straight and leaving Perez behind. Carlos followed him, seeming to use the vacuum in his favor. Everybody in the garage celebrates, but I’m too focused to cheer along. He’s so close to the podium now. Just keep it up, baby. Carlos is still on his tail.

“Good job mate” the engineer says on the radio. “Watch for Sainz on your right. Bottas’ next”

“Keep me posted on Sainz’s time” it’s all Daniel says.

A couple more laps go and he’s really trying to overtake Bottas, not playing games anymore. Carlos doesn’t seem to try to overtake him even once though, he’s too far behind still.

More laps go by and I can’t standstill. When they’re in the 19th lap, with Max and Hamilton battling each other and taking turns in the lead, Daniel’s voice comes on the radio.

“Let’s be the first to box” I’m not sure what he’s playing at, as it’s still too soon to box, but the team seems to agree.

“Copy that. I’ll let you know when. Let’s get a couple more laps in. Keep this up for now” his engineer answers.

“Understood” Daniel’s voice come through the radio. “How’s Sainz time?”

“At least 1.5 seconds behind you” the engineer informs him.

“Understood” Daniel says.

He’s planning something. Not sure what, and I don’t know if I even could, not knowing much about racing strategies, but it definitely has something to do with Carlos and what happened earlier.

“Ouch!” I hear Michael say and nod towards the screen, making me focus on the race again, and not only on Daniel. Max and Hamilton had touched tires. “They're really going at it, definitely using way more tires than necessary"

"If Dan box before them..." I begin to ask.

"He needs a fast box, gaining speed later and for their box to be slower, but yeah, that's his best shot at them" Michael explains to me.

"Come on baby" I whisper to myself.

Daniel seems to finally get close enough to Bottas, but the Finnish guy won't make it easy for him. Turn 11 on sector 2 will be his best shot now and it's getting closer.

The garage and the radio go silent. Feels like the whole world is holding their breaths while Daniel smoothly overtakes Bottas from his left. And then I almost go deaf with all the cheering around me, it's a podium for Daniel, for now.

Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to last too long, cause once he comes to the box all the other drivers will pass him. It's just so frustrating.

"Good job mate. Spectacular time. Box now" the engineer informs on the radio.

"Box confirmed. We need to ace this, boys" Daniels says.

Not even a full minute later, I hear his car and see it on the screen. I look outside to see the orange machine with the big 3 in front of it, but I don't even have time to try and take a look at him, cause 2.3 seconds later (or at least that's what the TV tells me) there he goes again. The good news is, only Bottas passed him. The bad news is he almost crashes into Carlos when he comes out of the Pit Lane.

Some of the crew were still celebrating the fast pit stop when they realized what happened. I let out a gasp. They touched tires but Carlos seemed to have managed to get away from Daniel, quickly returning to his side a moment later but struggling to keep it up. Dan, on the other side, seems unbothered. He keeps gaining speed, even though the pit exit is right on the first turn.

"Take it easy now mate, even if Sainz passes you, his time is not enough to stay in front" the engineer informs Daniel, clearly worried that the risk doesn't justify the ends.

"Understood" Daniel responds.

We're on lap 30 now and just as the engineer said, Carlos is a full 2 seconds behind Daniel. Bottas still in front of him (which is frustrating for me because he had just overtaken him before the pit stop), then Hamilton, and finally Max.

"Daniel" the engineer calls him. "How're the tires?"

"All good"

"Good. Ready to race, mate? Hamilton's going to box now"

"Before Bottas?"

"Yes, that's confirmed"

"Understood"

I listen to the conversation between Daniel and the engineer closely, but I can't say I know exactly what the implications are.

"Bottas' going to second, Daniel to third again. Let's hope for a slow pitstop for Hamilton, so when he comes out, he comes in third and races Daniel. That's the best-case scenario, so he needs to gain speed now" Blake explains to me.

"Got it" I confirm to him. "What about Bottas? He should box on the next lap right?"

"Yeah. If Daniel overtakes him still on this lap, the difference will be too big for him to recover after his pit stop. Hopefully" He tells me.

There's a lot of 'hopefullys' and 'best-case scenarios' in this conversation, but I'll take it. I start to silently pray right away, eyes glued to the screen to see exactly what Blake predicted unfold: Hamilton pit stops, Bottas and Daniel are the firsts to go up on the positions, then Carlos, Alonso, and Gasly. The first turn comes again and Dan seises the opportunity to overtake Bottas, who, to his credit, is fighting real hard, but Dan isn't letting him take back his position.

Dan is P2 now. Max is almost 3 seconds in front of him. Hamilton comes out of the pit lane behind Gasly, it should take him long to again his positions.

"Bottas to box on this lap mate" the engineer announces.

"Not worried about Bottas. What about Max?" Daniel answers. A few moments of silence follow.

"Box confirmed for Max on this lap as well. Just get closer to him" the engineer instructs.

"Understood" Daniel answers.

"Come on, baby" I cheer silently again.

"Fuck! He's gonna make it" Michael yells. "Come on Daniel!"

Bottas is 2 seconds behind Daniel, and on the big straight Daniel manages to shorten his time difference to Max to 1.8 seconds. The next thing I know, Max is coming down the pit lane, quickly followed by Bottas. Daniel is P1. I can't believe this. Carlos is P2, but he hasn't boxed yet. Surprisingly enough, Alonso is P3 and, not so surprisingly, Hamilton is already P4 and gaining speed.

"Alonso hasn't boxed yet" Blake comments. That's bad news if we were hoping for him to defend his position against Hamilton. I take a look on the TV and they're showing the conditions of his tires, which to me doesn't mean anything.

"Will he be able to hold him?" I ask Blake.

"Not sure, he's tough though and doesn't want Hamilton to win, that's for sure" Blake answers me.

Then we hear Max passing outside, had almost forgotten about him.

"That took him longer than normal" Michael comments and we look at the screen, his pit stop was 3.6 seconds long. An eternity for the Redbull team. But awesome news for us. Bottas had already left the pit lane, his pit stop was 2.4 seconds long.

The grid is now Daniel, Carlos, Alonso, Hamilton, Bottas, and then Max. Alonso is still holding Hamilton back. Normally, I'd guess Carlos would box soon and maybe even Alonso, but since I know Carlos has some personal motivation against Daniel, I feel like he's going to hold on the longer he can and the same goes for Alonso regarding Hamilton.

We're at the final 10 laps now and nothing has changed, except Carlos is dangerously closer to Daniel now. Alonso still hasn't let Hamilton go by him, repeating the Hungaroring events. I hear the signal of the radio, indicating we're about to hear some communication between Daniel and his engineer, and my chest tightens. It's Daniel's voice that comes on then.

"Something wrong. I'm losing power" Fuck. No.

"Sainz is at your tail. Can you hold on?" the engineer asks.

"I don't know. Fuck. It's just not working. How much's the difference?"

"Less than 1 second"

"Fuck. Why hasn't he boxed yet?"

"His tires are in real bad condition. But I don't think he's going to do it now"

"I'll put some pressure on him"

"Negative. Negative. Stay away"

"Not going to touch him. Pinky promise" Bastard. I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though this is extremely dangerous and insane pressure, Daniel's still having the time of his life.

9 laps to go.

8 laps to go.

Carlos almost overtakes Daniel.

"Engine's not good. Can you do something?" Daniel asks.

"Negative. 7 laps to go mate, just hold it"

"Understood"

On the big straight of the 51st lap, Carlos overtakes Daniel, but then on the next turn, Daniel takes back his position. The sequel of turns that follows is the most nerve-wracking thing I've ever seen in my life, they're so close to each other, and at such a high speed that if they simply touch tires they would fly off the track and everything would be lost to both of them, maybe even their lives.

"Hamilton passed Alonso, mate. Watch out" the engineer informs him, and I look at the screen. Fuck.

"Fuuuuck" Daniel says on the radio.

It's the 52nd lap now, only 4 more to go and Carlos doesn't even signal a pit stop. He's going to try to make the whole race without it.

"Ferrari is not happy with him" Michael laughs a dark laugh. I knew he had a history of being stubborn but this is too much.

"His tires are at less than 10% integrity. How is he still going?" I ask.

There's the big straight again and Carlos falls a bit behind Daniel, but I've watched enough to know that that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing. Just as I predicted, he tries to use Daniel's vacuum to gain more speed and overtake him, Daniel doesn't let him through and get in front of him, making him almost go off track. That would be a "normal" movement, except Hamilton was using Carlos' vacuum in his favor and, when Carlos is forced to change directions, Hamilton hits his back left tire, which makes it blows off and it's a mess from then on.

Daniel is far from the whole ordeal by now, safe and sound, thankfully. But Carlos spins in the track, taking Hamilton with him. They both go off track and Max flies by, followed by Bottas, Charles (where did he come from?), and then Alonso.

"Are they alright?" It's the first thing that comes up to me to ask.

"Fuck! That was crazy. Is everyone ok?" Daniel asks on the radio.

"Positive. Everyone's ok. Keep going, mate. 3 more laps to go" the engineer informs him.

"Who's behind me now? Bottas?" Daniel asks.

"Max. But he's at least 2 seconds behind, we should be fine" I hear the engineer say and it's like I can almost breathe again. Daniel's going to win this thing. He's so close now.

"It wasn't Daniel's fault, was it? Can they punish him in some way for the accident?" I ask Michael.

"Don't know. He was defending his position, but he's been closing in Carlos ever since the begging of the race. Depends on how Ferrari and Mercedes spin this, they'll try anything that favors them" Michael explains to me in a worried tone.

They're in the final lap and Daniel's been clearly losing speed. Something's wrong with the engine. But it's the final lap, just a few more moments, come on baby, you can do it. Max is so close to him though, I wouldn't be surprised if the winner was declared based on the replay of the finishing line. The big straight comes up and Dan has to stay out of Max's front, so as to not give him any advantages.

I can barely see it, but at the same time, I can't take my eyes off the screen.

"Full force now mate, final sector. You can win this" the engineer says on the radio but Daniel doesn't respond. Max is right by his side, he's going to pass him.

There's smoke coming out of his car, the whole thing is going to blow off any second now. Oh my god, please just a few more seconds.

5 turns to go.

4 turns to go.

3 turns to go. Max overtakes him. Shit.

2 turns to go. Daniel wins his place on the podium back.

Final turn. Daniel's in the front, barely. They cross the finish line and the whole garage explores with cheering. There are people running outside to wave at him. I can only smile and hold my own head like it would fall off otherwise. He did it. He fucking did it.

"Woo-hoo! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" I can hear Daniel on the radio, screaming his lungs out.

"Good job mate. Spectacular work. First-class, really! Well done!" the engineer cheers on.

The next thing I know, Michael is hugging me and lifting me from the ground just to puck me back down and Blake lift me up again. I can only laugh at their excitement. I'm so happy for Daniel I can barely grasp it!

"Let's go!" Blake puts me down and runs outside the garage. I follow him out, to the place where Daniel is stopping the car, a bunch of smoke coming out and some people with fire extinguishers around it.

He's got his fists up, celebrating. But is still inside the car. Then he takes off the steering wheel and handles it to one of the mechanics waiting outside. He gets out of the car and stands on top of it, smokes still coming out from behind. It's a nice picture. I just hoped he got away from that thing before it explodes, but it's a nice picture, can't deny it.

Then he jumps down and run towards the crew, jumping over them, helmet still on. Everybody is celebrating and cheering, I can only laugh and clap at the scene before me. So much joy and happiness going on, the energy is amazing! Then I can see Daniel looking around, but since his helmet is still on, I have no idea what he's doing. Somebody seems to understand though and they wave at me, calling me to come closer. I approach, but I'm still unsure, don't want to get in the middle of the team's celebration. But Daniel grabs me, pulling me closer and hugging me. I just laugh, can't barely see him with the suit and helmet still on. He's saying something, but I can't understand a thing.

"What?" I laugh at his attempts to communicating with me. He opens his helmet visor and repeats.

"I fucking won baby!" He yells laughing.

"I know! I know! You won Dan! I'm so proud! You're the best baby!"

"I need to get this thing off" he says struggling to get the helmet and the balaclava off, when he finally manages to do it, he jumps over the fence that was separating us and hugs me again, lifting me in the air and kissing me deeply, making everyone around us cheer even louder and I smile against his lips. I wrap my legs around him and he keeps kissing me, only after a few seconds do I pull away to breathe and he touches our foreheads. I laugh again, just enjoying the feeling of pure happiness for him.

"I'm so proud of you. You were so good. This is crazy" I whisper to him.

"Get used to it, cause there's more where it came from" he answers kissing me again.

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