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bringbacktim · 3 months

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America² part two

It's been a long time coming and I'm so so so sorry for making you guys wait this long , the fanfic writer curse of having the worst luck caught up to me recently. This got wrote in shifts so might not be the same quality throughout. Not edited or proofread. Written whilst I was half asleep most of the time

Word count: 5.5k words

Warnings: smut , unprotected sex (don't do this irl) , face slapping, curse words , use of cock dick pussy etc ,I think that's it

I am so glad this season is over" Oscar said as he had his last bite of food

"Can't wait to just dissappear for winter break" Y/n agreed as logan hummed in agreement

"Are you going back to florida or are you going to do some traveling?" Oscar asked logan

"Yeah are you going to have a fuckboy Winter break like you usually do or did everyone finally realise how awful you are?" Y/n teased

"Haha , I never had any fuckboy winterbreaks but I've heard about how you've been slutted about in past season breaks" logan said only realising after how mean it was and how he shouldn't have said it in such a public setting

"Slutted out? Jesus Sargeant, you almost sound jealous " she laughed knowing she'll definitely get some new dirt on him, already knowing some humiliating kinks he has,when he inevitably either Jack's off on the other side of the hotel wall with his porn way too loudly or when he brings some girl back to the hotel to celebrate the last race of the season

"You wish" he scoffed and rolled his eyes

"Now now children" Oscar said leaning into his role of their mother whenever they insulted each other

"So what are you and lily doing for winter break? Going anywhere nice?"

Y/n asked cutting logan off from his snarky remark

"Hopefully somewhere hot and far away from you two" the Aussie replied getting an "oi" in reply from both of them

"Rude, you love us really" Y/n scoffed

"What like you and logan love each other"

"Yeah! ... wait no " logan said realising Oscar wasn't being nice

"How do they let you drive an f1 car man , they should give you a 5 lap headstart cause is there even a brain up there" she joked knocking on his head and saying "nope hollow" after to which he winced and rubbed his head

"Are you guys coming to the after party?" Oscar asked wanting to party with his friends

"Depends if logan is going" Y/n said

"And how big the place is" logan added

"It's got to fit everyone we work with in so I'd say pretty big, plenty of space to hide from each other or sneak off in a dark corner and do god knows what" he added laughing when their faces contoured in disgust

"Let it go Oscar, we're not gonna fuck before the end of the season, but I will be attending the after party" Y/n said getting her coat and leaving

"God what is her problem?" Logan said watching her walk away ,his eyes definitely didn't graze down to her ass as she angrily stomped away or anything why would you think that .

"Sexual frustration I think" Oscar joked which earned him a punch to the shoulder from the male American who walked off aswell not before calling Oscar a perv

At the hotel they all relaxed for a bit and then started to get slowly ready for the after party. Y/n deciding to blast some fun music not caring about the guy she shared a thin wall with . Obviously a mistake as he came stomping from his room to hers with a scowl on his face as he angrily knocked on her door . Expecting one of her friends she was going to the party with she opened the door in the sports bra and pyjama shorts she put on after her shower discarding her shirt when she heard the knocks

Swinging it open and revealing the last person she ever expected left her with a Shocked expression on her face and an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach about what she was wearing , crossing her arms over her chest to cover the skin there , but that only gave the effect of a push up bra which didn't really help logan trying desperately not to look down there while she complains that he's at her door for literally no reason

"Did you hear me ? I said why are you standing at my door?" She asked snapping her fingers infront of his face

"Oh right, can you turn the music down I can't hear myself think in my room" he said trying to shake the inappropriate thoughts he was having

"Well I cranked the volume up cause you usually jerk it or bring some girl back at this time and I didn't want to hear it, so you're welcome"

"I didn't thank you , and why would I . For creepily knowing when I jerk off ? You probably do it the other side of the wall to me" he accused

"Don't act like oscar didn't tell me about the time you called someone else my name when you came" Y/n said with a smug look

"In my defence i thought you two had the same name"

"I heard her say she her name was valentine, incase you haven't noticed thats nothing like Y/n. Just admit you want us to hate fuck just as much as oscar does"

"Fuck off , just turn the music down" he said walking back to his room *and definitely not thinking of how his hands or dick would feel in between her boobs* god what is with his mind today

It took him longer to get ready than usual thanks to the thoughts he was having , and the bulge in his trousers that wouldn't go down no matter what innocent thought he tried to imagine

He was half dressed in a nice shirt and was trying to put his jeans up his legs before quickly realising the bulge in his boxers was not going to go down and he would have to do something about it

Putting some music on to get him in the mood and so the girl on the other side of the wall that he may or may not be imagining stroking him right now instead of his own hand won't hear his desperate whines

Trying to get this over with so he can go party with his friends , he quickens his pace and starts to slightly flick his wrist in a way that has his head lolling back and leaving him breathless

"Fuck-" he moaned out hoping the music masked it and she wouldn't be able to hear it or the skin against skin

He was delving into his deepest dirtiest fantasies to try for once to bust in under 5 minutes

She was in her room on the other side of the wall being bombarded with questions from Oscar about where logan was, whether he was ready to go or not etc as if she was his babysitter . She tried knocking on his door but got no answer, she knocked on the door that connected the two rooms and again no answer but she could hear music playing so assumed he just couldn't hear her so she opened the door just enough so she could get a peek to make sure he was decent and then was going to knock on the wood

But when she saw him doing the last thing she thought he'd be doing right now , her hand didn't come up to knock on the door as fast as it probably should have, but seeing him head pressed into the pillow eyes closed as his chest heaved with every whine or strangled moan that escaped his mouth the waistband of his boxers down enough to let his cock escape but still keep him covered , his glorious slightly sweaty veiny arms working hard to keep up with the fast pace he had set for himself

Y/n found herself mouth agape stood in his doorway wondering why him moaning was so incredibly hot to her and why her feet were walking closer to the bed

"Y/n" he moaned stopping her in her tracks , especially since his eyes were closed and he definitely wouldn't have heard her walk in due to the music blasting . She wouldn't admit it , but it did make her heart beat a little quicker

She put her palm over her eyes as she turned to music off to make it look like she hadn't been staring , this caused him to sit up quicker than anyone ever has and cover himself with a pillow that was beside him

"Y/n!! What are you doing here?" He asked feeling rather exposed

"Oscar kept asking me about whether you were ready or not and you're door was locked and you didn't hear me knock" she explained palm still firmly over her eyes

"You can take your hand away I'm not doing anything" he said trying to make this less uncomfortable

"Are you sure this isn't a plan to get me to see your dick?" She said trying to fall back into her hating him persona

"Don't act like I didn't feel you staring as you walked in"

"You didn't even know I walked in!" She accused

They hadn't realised Oscar had walked in through the open door until he spoke up

"Nice to see you're ready like I said to be logan" he said scaring both of them

"I'm half way done okay , just let me get my pants on and we can leave"

"Okay do we need to turn around while you put your cock away or what?" Y/n joked half hoping he'd say no

"Woah woah wait , what were you two doing before I walked in ? You were watching him wank weren't you?" Oscar accused the pair infront of him

" Can't believe you'd think so lowly of me , you couldn't pay me to watch that"she said

"Yeah cause you can watch it for free through a crack in my door like the creep you are" logan bit back

"Oh I'm the creep? Who moaned who's name whilst getting off tonight me or you?"

"I mean I didn't hear you getting off but I'd take a chance and say you" he smugly laughed

"There is way too much sexual tension right now and it smells like dick and balls so we'll leave you to get ready and meet us in the hallway" Oscar said before his friends had the chance to fuck infront of him

After they got back to Y/n's room Oscar was bombarding her with questions about logan moaning her name since this wasn't the first time logan had said her name whilst aroused

It was no longer than 10 minutes later when logan met them in the hallway and they were getting in the taxi to go the party

When they got there everyone went their separate ways and found their friends who they would spend most of the night with

Oscar and logan did meet up throughout the night , mostly so Oscar could try and get a confession out of logan not that he ever did , much to Oscar's disappointment . He also spoke to Y/n to see if she would give him any indication that she liked logan romantically but she was nowhere near drunk enough

The party was more boring than they thought it was going to be partly because toto didn't crowd surf that year and partly because neither Y/n nor Logan could stop thinking about what would've happened if Oscar hadn't have walked in . Would she have given him a helping hand , or mouth , would he let her stand and watch him get off to the thought of her , would they do the things he was imagining ? The world may never know what would've happened because of the Australian that bounced in the room

Thanks to the free bar and friends shoving drinks into the sexually frustrated and confused pairs hands the thoughts about each other were kept on the back-burner well atleast until they were both in their hotel rooms one last time before winter break where they could do whatever they wanted while thinking about whoever they wanted

Unfortunately, nothing happened in the club as they couldn't find each other and they had some self respect as to not fuck in the disgusting club bathroom

They thought they were in the clear of not seeing each other until the next season started in three months which meant they could spend that time pretending like they weren't developing feeling for each other , but post season testing slipped both of their minds and they would have to see each other on track one last time that year

They had two days to try and act like they still hated each other , but that was proving difficult as everytime one of them closed their eyes they would relive the scene that happened in his hotel room days before

In post season testing , they let reserve drivers or f2 drivers have the chance to drive an f1 car so logan and Y/n weren't needed until the second half of the day so we're free to watch or just entertain themselves until it was their turn

They mostly stood around in their respective garages going over data or scrolling their phones in their driver rooms

Logan was being hard on himself based on the data from the season and how bad he felt he did , which was a sad sight to see. Y/n was in a similar position as annoyingly enough the Americans finished one after the other in the standings which just gave every reporter and journalist another way to compare the two

Her and oscar did visit the Williams garage so Oscar could try and cheer him up Y/n was only there as she was talking to Oscar as he walked towards the garage , but it was clear he was ticked off and needed to blow off some steam. While Oscar was thinking of how to take his mind off of the had results Y/n was stood daydreaming which didn't really help logan as the last thing he needed was to have her stood infront of her race suit tied around her waist showing her tight fireproofs as she stood there looking pretty . She had to be doing it on purpose he thought

They were meant to be setting up to get logan on track , but George had just crashed his Mercedes and red flagged the session which meant more waiting in the Abu Dhabi sun and the inappropriate thoughts he couldn't get out of his head weren't helping with the heat

What also didn't help was when he saw her get out of her car , ass pushing the limits of her race suit as she gripped the halo , oh how logan wished her fingers were wrapped around something else

When she came and knocked on his driver room door to see if he wanted to go find somewhere to eat while they get the race going again , he thought his head was going to explode from the thoughts he definitely shouldn't be having as he saw her leaning against his door frame asking a polite question that Oscar definitely made her ask . It was the straw that broke the camels back when someone dropped what he assumed was a piece of equipment in the garage making her boobs jiggle as she jumped

He strode over to her as she just looked back confused because he hadn't answered her question but instead pressed a firm kiss to her lips . When he pulled back there was obviously a bewildered look on her face because to kiss her out of the blue is crazy enough but to do it infront of whoever could see them was another level

She pushed him into the room before returning the kiss as his hands slipped to her waist

"What was that for?" She asked not actually caring she thought she'd ask for when Oscar asked her after she told him

"Oscar said I need to let off some steam and I think I've found a perfect way" he laughed as his fingers traced the sliver of skin where her fireproofs separated

"You're so annoying" she whined as he made no move to take any clothing off of her

"Shut it ,we don't have time for foreplay, but you're probably wet enough for me to take you right now" he teased as his fingers trailed down her body and inside the bottom half of what she was wearing as she pulled his clothes over his head and kissed him again tongues fighting

As they made out and stripped , he walked them both to the little sofa in the corner of the room and sat down . As their lips separated she was going ask what position he wanted to do ,but he patted his lap before she could

"Protection?" She asked not fancying getting an sti from the fuckboy of miami

"In my bag , side pocket" he lazily pointed not bothering to get up and get it

As he stroked himself while she went up and got the condom he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't having another dream

When she rolled the condom on and sunk down on him he realised this was better than any dream he'd had because it was actually real

"Fuck" he moaned as he leaned his head back on his hands and watched her ride him hissing as he was almost too big on the way down

"Am I going to do all the work or are you going to help?" She asked trying to catch her breath not bothering to stop moving her hips

He didn't answer and instead just grabbed her hips and gave some rough thrusts before rubbing her clit furiously as she whined in his ear and bit his shoulder to stay quiet as she came on his cock

"Clean yourself up and then you can suck me off before we have to go back to racing" he said knowing there was nothing in his room she could use to clean herself but couldn't bring himself to car

"How charming sargeant" Y/n said in a monotone voice as she pulled her underwear up her legs and just deciding to make a run to the toilet before she gets in the car

"I let you come first , what's more charming than that?" He asked

"Maybe not a half assed fuck before a race" she said getting on her knees infront of the sofa as she took the condom he was wearing off

"Just suck my dick so you can go back to your own drivers room" he said pulling her hair into a makeshift ponytail and dragging her face closer to his cock

She had barely gotten past the head before she could feel her lips stinging from being stretched so wide

"You should see how much of a slut you look like right now" he said forcing her to take more than she ever had before and choked back a gag

When she hollowed her cheeks and took him to the base he swear he was seeing stars , but when she came up for air he wasn't impressed "shit do that again" he said as he slapped her cheek as she looked up at him with those teary eyes that almost made him bust a nut

When she didn't do as he said he slapped her again and again until she obeyed and called her some other derogatory name

"You're drooling all over my fucking lap , you better clean it up after" he said as she let him fuck her mouth as she brought her hand up from its resting place on his thigh to play with his balls

"Not my fault there's no space left in my fucking mouth"

When she moaned around his cock and sent vibrations and tingles up his spine he swore he had never cum so hard or so much but she swallowed every drop

Not much was said between them whilst getting re dressed and trying to make it look like they weren't just fucking . Thankfully the engineers had very loud tools and music playing in the garage

Post season testing went better than expected as both Americans made their way into the top 10 . When Oscar congfatulated both of them they were standing further apart than they usually were and weren't making eye contact , but he assumed they just had another pointless argument

Logan and Y/n spent alot of that night trying to decide whether that was a mistake or whether they wanted to do it again . Y/n made it clear that she wouldn't be just another one of his girls and that he would have to commit to her even if they were just friends with benefits

Logan had been invited on a lads holiday with a few of his friends from back home and oscar , which took up alot of the winter break and meant he had alot of time to think about Y/n and how he wanted their relationship to pan out. He saw alot of couples on this trip and his feeling for her were definitely growing . He liked all the sex they had but also loved the domestic stuff like hearing her talk about her day over the phone or her asking his opinion on what outfit she should wear

Over a very horny facetime call Y/n had mentioned the idea of flying to wherever he was and just fuck until they had made up for all of the lost time

It was a good idea in theory , but trying to book a flight close to Christmas was just as hard as you'd imagine , but that gave logan time to plan how he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend

They had video called every night for the next few weeks until she was flying to wherever he was in the world and they couldn't wait. He was going to just ask her when he met her at the airport as he knew she didn't like big gestures. He just hoped she felt the same

"Logie" she exclaimed as she practically ran towards him hugging him when she met his eyes in the crowd of people

"Don't tell Oscar I borrowed the rental car for this" he laughed as he kissed her temple because her face was hidden in his chest as they continued hugging

"I wouldn't get my boyfriend in trouble on his lads holiday now would I? I'd be a terrible girlfriend if I did" she laughed as he looked at her mouth agape

"You talk in you're sleep , i think it's cute how much detail you put into this" she said as they walked out of the very small airport which she was thankful for as they weren't being mobbed by fans for once

When they got to the hotel the sweet cute couple effect had worn off and they just wanted to well and truly fuck . Logans friends had unfortunately booked an activity for them that he had no idea about so had to leave her all alone is his hotel room no matter how dirty the things she would whisper in his ear in hopes he would stay were

He did manage to leave early as he faked some illness

"Logan?" Y/n questioned as his door unlocked

"Y/n" he said eyes softening as he looked at her laying all comfy on the sofa wearing his clothes

"You took sooo and I couldn't find any WiFi password or the TV remote so I couldn't even watch any porn while you were gone" she said sadly as he sat next to her

"I got back as soon as I could , none of them wanted to let me come back here" he said leaning in and kissing her with such passion

"Don't try and butter me up sargeant , I've been horny for hours thanks to you" she said putting her hands on his shoulders and making sure he knew he was to blame

"If you want some angry sex all you had to do was ask baby" he said leading her to the bedroom

"Fuck me like you're mad at me then " she laughed as she almost tripped over both of their feet

"I saw your burner account comment that on my Instagram by the way" he called her out as he fell back on to the bed and she made her way onto his lap

"Theres no proof that it's me" she said laughing as she ground on his lap

"I just have a feeling" he said his hands coming up to hold her hips

"I just love how riled up you get, you really give it to me"

"So are you going to suck my dick like you're mad at it or are we skipping foreplay" he asked not knowing how much more friction and pressure he could take as she moaned almost angelically in his ear

"Surely you'd be compensating me for making me wait?" She said giving him the eyes

He didn't need to be told twice, laying her down on the bed as he kissed his way down her body as she tried to rid them both of atleast their shirts so she could feel some skin against skin

After he had pulled her sweatpants down her ankles too impatient to take them all the way off and let her kick them off while he rubbed her slit and clit through her underwear enough to make her gasp and her him to just take them off , he pushed them to the side while gathering some slick so he could easily push 2 fingers in just to make her moan at the unexpectedness of two at once and cause he still wanted to tease her with no preparation but going from how wet she was she had definitely either been thinking inappropriately the entire time she was waiting or got off atleast once already

"This all for me?" He asked knowing it was but loved to see her get embarrassed at how wet the thought of him got her

"Shut up" she said very lightly pushing his head as she couldn't reach his shoulder in retaliation before hiding her face in her hands

"Don't worry I think it's hot how much you love the thought of me" he said pinching her clit before replacing his fingers with his tongue while his hand went up to cup her breast over her bra

"If you don't hurry up and make me cum I'm going to knock on someone else's hotel door and see if they'll be able to" she said trying not to break character which is easier said than done when logan sargeant is eating you out as an apology

"Oh fuck don't stop" she threw her head back and kept his hand in place that had made its way into the cup of her bra and was toying with her nipple

"You're all mouth Y/l/n" he laughed as he came up for air face glistening in the lamp light

It only took logan no more than 4 more minutes of the combination of rolling her clit in one of his hands while the other toyed with her nipple and his tongue rapidly ate her out not caring about how much noise the pair were making

"Am I forgiven?" He laughed not bothering to wipe the evidence off of his mouth

"Only if you dick me down in the next 30 seconds" she breathlessly laughed as she pulled him into a sloppy kiss full of teeth and gums not caring about the taste of herself on his tongue or lips

She held his face in her hands as they continued to make out while he made quick of getting his trousers and boxers down his legs and stroking himself quickly before asking if they needed to use any protection as he couldn't remember if he had any left

"Just pull out or pay for a plan b tomorrow" she said putting her faith in his reaction speed

"So all I had to was ask you to be my girlfriend and I'm allowed to hit it raw?" Logan said eyes wide imagining all the times he wished he could go raw

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly while he watched her arms sling around his shoulders as her head lolled back and her back arched as she moaned

When he bottomed out and thought how he'd never get used to how snug her walls were around him his mouth agape as he realised how hard it would be and how much mental strength it would take him to not cum inside her . Especially when she raised her head to look at him and she looked in such a state of bliss as she bit her bottom lip as to not let a moan out from him just being inside her

"God please move" she begged as she tried to get closer to him by putting her legs over his shoulders to gain any friction or just anything but was met with no avail

And who was he to deny her that pleasure , his hips snapping into hers with such force he thanked God that he headboard wasn't near a wall because it would be making a rukus for the person on the other side

He let her lay there eyes closed and head back for a solid three minutes before he stopped thrusting in and had only the tip in which made her look up to figure out why he stopped, not before he cupped the back of her head and forced it to look down to where their bodies met

"You wanted me to fuck you so badly that you flew all the way here and yet you don't have the decency to watch what you begged me for" he scoffed as he resumed thrusting his grip not faltering on her head to make sure she was watching what he was doing

Oh how they hoped no one was around to hear any of this

For the remaining days that they were both staying at the same resort they fucked like rabbits and on evert surface you could imagine , having to have condoms delivered to their hotel rooms as they couldn't stay away from each other for long enough to go buy some

Unfortunately for them , there had been a room switch as two of the boys they were there with had gotten in an argument and didn't want to share a room anymore so polite Oscar swapped and had a room the other side of logans wall , where he heard alot of the facetime calls he had late at night to god knows who and when he was fucking who he thought was some random girl he picked up from the island they were on . He chose not to say anything until he heard room service deliver something to Logans room next door and heard Y/ns voice answer the door and thank the person giving them the food which made him swing the door open and knock on the door ready to demand answers

"Where is she?" Oscar asked

"Who?" Logan replied

"The girl who answered the door two seconds ago"

"Why"

"Because she sounded exactly like Y/n who I told you countless time you'd hate fuck , so where is she?" He said not bothering to beat around the Bush

He had no excuse to get himself out of this one so just pointed in the direction of the bathroom" Don't tell her you heard us she'd be so embarrassed"

Oscar strode over to the bathroom and knocked . No longer than a second later Y/n opened the door sheepishly knowing she'd been caught

"How long have you guys been hiding this from me?"

"Not long , we only became official today,but-"

"How long have you been fucking" he asked not sure if it was an appropriate topic

Y/n looked to logan to see if she could actually tell him how long it'd been . With the nod of his head she mentally tried to remember the first time " post season testing" she said

"Wait, is that why they couldn't find you guys that day?"

"Didn't know they were looking , but yeah I guess"

" I have alot of people to collect bet money from , have you announced anything yet or are you keeping it a secret?" He asked wanting to know when he would get his cash flow

"Were not sure yet , probably going to give it a few months before telling people"

"Thats fair , how long is Y/n staying with you then?"

"I've got like 3 days left before I go back to America and hopefully catch up on a year's worth of sleep" she laughed

"Based from what I've heard from the other side of that wall , you definitely aren't getting any sleep here" he laughed

"Oscar!" She said slapping his chest in embarrassment

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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one nail drives out another / joão félix

summary: it had all started as a mutual favour: you weren't over your ex, and neither was he. but the old saying one nail drives out another proves to be true. author's note: had this in the drafts for too long and just needed to get it out, even if i just couldn't finish it in a way that i liked :( hope it's still good tho.

warnings: smut with a plot. wc: 2.2k words

the deal was simple: he calls you when he feels alone, and you do too.

in reality, it's simpler to say that you call him to avoid calling your ex. this is what you said to yourself every time: it was for a good cause, really. anything to help you avoid the man who broke your heart several times.

joão was one hundred percent better than that man could ever be, and you knew it was safer: at least, he wouldn’t break your heart. above every single adjective he could be described with, he was kind. and after knowing him for such a long time, you also were aware of how hard it was for him to let his past relationship go, no matter if he knew it wasn’t good for him, no matter how much she actually hurt him. he was in the same situation as you: heartbroken and on the verge of falling, again.

the kiss was heated, tongues meeting and battling each other for dominance, while letting you taste him. you still could feel the vodka on his lips, intoxicating, although you doubted if what was making your brain go into overdrive was the alcohol, or joao’s ragged breath. “i need to stop thinking about her for a second,” he pleaded, warm brown eyes normally turning a shade darker. he continued the trail of kisses, messy and wet over your neck. “please, help me”.

tonight, it was your turn to call joão.

you were about to call your ex, again, for the second time after six months, until you thought otherwise. it wasn't rocket science to understand that you were feeling alone. the flat in which you lived in now was the same one you once shared with your ex boyfriend, and sometimes, no matter how many hours you try to spend out of the four walls, you can't forget what happened. how it all went wrong, so suddenly. the doubts start to creep in when the sun sets, and you start doubting whether it maybe was your fault, after all. surely, nothing you could have ever done could excuse his cheating, but why weren't you enough?

[12:11] you said: are you awake?

[12:11] joão said: yeah

[12:11] joão said: i was just about to text you

[12:12] you said: mind if i come to your house?

[12:12] joão said: it would be my pleasure

it's been a few weeks since you've seen him, with the international break getting him away from you and his schedule just being crazy in general. and even though you were thankful for it, as a way of getting your feelings on check, you also found yourself missing him. which made everything worse. after almost four months, he knew you like the back of his hand. knew how to rile you, how to touch you, what you liked. you craved him in a way no other guy would fulfill.

you had tried it.

you barely make it through the door before joao's planting his lips on yours fiercely. it's been too long, he thinks, while sinking his fingers hard onto your hips and backing you onto the main door, hard.

"you don't know how much i missed this," he says, and the warmth starts to seep into your bones, not only where you would expect it to when a pretty boy like him has his hands on you. the effect he has on you it's incredible, and you can only moan in response, legs almost giving up when he sinks a bit to grab the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. you've got your legs clamped around his waist while he gets both of you into his bedroom.

he lays you onto the bed carefully, with him on top of you while the heavy makeout session continues. his hands roam your entire figure like he has forgotten the trace and wants to remember it. as if he could ever forget, he thinks to himself, before focusing right back into your taste. "do something, joão," you beg, your hands going to the top of his head and slightly tugging on his hair when he starts to trail down his kisses, wet lips tasting all the exposed skin he has available, before growing impatient and pulling the end of your shirt softly. although he's desperate to taste you, he remains calm, helping you take the clothes off before he proceeds to do the same.

he cups your heat through your underwear, and your hips bucked instinctively against his hand. he smirks, the little devil, when he feels how wet you are for him, even though your core remains clothed. you know it's been too long, and you're chasing this fix like he was the most addictive drug. "you're so wet, princesa, so needy. is this all for me?".

he wants to edge you, he wants to make you beg for him, but who's he kidding? joao's almost as desperate as you, not even being able to take off your undergarments fully, and instead, moving it to the side. he slides two fingers inside of you at once, your slick coating his fingers instantly as he feels you clenching around his digits. soon enough you're almost there and he notices, instead taking your fingers off your entrance and savoring your taste in his mouth, humming contently. he wants to feel you tightening around his length instead of his hand, and he hurries to extend the condom over his hard on.

your lips part when you feel his tip at your entrance, right where you need him most, and your fingers grab onto whatever skin he has close to you to remain grounded. his biceps are the ones suffering the attack of your nails on them, pleading him silently to, finally, make his way into you. he's slow at first, with you so tight after a few weeks apart from each other, and his eyes flutter shut, trying to maintain his composure until he bottoms out. you can't even think straight at this point, small whimpers leaving your mouth pleading him to move. joao finds the rhythm that has you moaning his name nonstop soon enough, like he always does, and you grab him by the nape of his neck to get him to kiss you and swallow your desperate noises.

“i won’t last long,” you warn, voice barely audible while your back arches away from the bed, creating a gap from the mattress. “go ahead,” joao encourages, keeping the pace that is driving you mad, and soon enough, you come undone under him. he helps you ride out your high, and thanks to how you’re clenching around him, he lets go too, not long after you.

the air is tense once the moment has seemingly broken, both your staggered breaths, the only sounds heard through the four walls. joao knows he has to say something about the elephant in the room, but still, he doesn’t know how. you’re the first one to move, not sparing him a glance as you start to collect your things to leave, wanting to avoid the question repeating in your head. what the fuck are we?

"why do you never stay over?" he asks instead, resting his back over the bed frame. his hands pillowed under his head in a relaxed gesture, but he’s anything but calm while the question floats in the air.

"what?" you call, not having heard his ask: you were too busy trying to find your underwear to pay attention to what the portuguese was saying. still, he continued. "it's like you run away from me every time,” he says, frowning at the thought.

once he realizes that he won't be having an answer until you find what you're looking for, he focuses on your surroundings, scanning the poorly lit room until he finds your undergarments. they're dropped by his side of the bed, serving as a reminder of what had occurred between you two not too long ago.

joão hooks the piece of lace cloth on his fingers, catching your attention, before you go and take them from him, slipping them on almost effortlessly. “is there a problem with me?".

now, with you not completely naked, you can answer him, although still refusing to dive into his warm brown eyes. "absolutely not”.

“and here you are, running away,” he laughs bitterly while getting up from the bed to grab his shirt. god bless, you think. the mere sight of him, laying on his bed, in just his black calvins was almost enough to get you back on the bed. but you can’t, you remind yourself.

“i thought it was what you wanted, no?” you counteract. it’s like joao doesn't remember the talk you had before it all began. “part of the no feelings attached thing you talked about," you remind him, and he huffs annoyed, before going back to being seated on the edge of the bed, back towards you.

you can see the marks your fingernails made on his tanned skin, still red from your doings. you’re tempted to bring it to his attention, maybe to avoid his teammates catching them tomorrow morning when he has to go back to training, but the words die on your throat.

he mutters lowly, gripping his hair like he’s about to pull some strands off. "you don't think we fucked it up already?”.

"what are you talking about?".

of course you know what he’s talking about. the deal made it clear that it was just sex: but you were friends first and foremost, and you couldn’t avoid your friend group, which you shared with him. you couldn’t avoid the questions they asked. who has you smiling so big lately, y/n? are you seeing anyone? no, of course not. i can present to you a friend, then.

the mere thought of you with someone else made joao see red, and that's how he noticed something had changed, and that he had to do something about it before what he feared became a reality. he initially had said he had enough of relationships, and just didn't want the complications it brought. and after what he went through, it was safe to say his trust issues were at their worst. just like yours. that's why it was such a good deal at first: to get the benefits of a relationship without the problems of actually keeping one.

“i missed you while i was away,” he begins, and your stomach turns when you hear what he has to say next. “you don’t see a problem?”. you want to say that you missed him too, but the question leaves you feeling uneasy. of course it’s a problem for him, you think. he has grown attached, like you have, but doesn’t want any of it.

“good thing that i’m leaving then, no?”.

joao's quick to stand on his feet and go over to where you are, almost turning the knob and exiting his bedroom. “stay. please," he begs, hand softly grazing your wrist to avoid you getting away from him. at this point, you're confused and hurt enough to start regretting even getting here in the first place. “you’re not making sense right now, you know, right? saying that this is a problem and then asking me to stay the night”.

through your years being friends, you realized that joao wasn’t the best one at explaining his emotions with words. maybe, because the words weren’t truly his -having to find the words, in a language that wasn’t your own, sure made things more difficult than they needed to be-. "you and i not being together is the problem", he gets to say, almost like a last resource to get you looking at him again. "what about what you said before? that you're not ready for another relationship?".

it work in his favour, because the sentence previously muttered by joao as you turn to face him again. you’re looking into his eyes now, trying to find even an ounce of doubt that would make you leave again. you didn’t want to force him into being with you: you knew the risks when you accepted this fucking deal. you didn’t want him to feel trapped into a relationship he had never intended to start.

"i guess i'm ready when it's you,” joao smiles, softly caressing the skin of your cheek with his thumb. you feel yourself melt under him, his sweet touch and his thoughtful words. “i know you're not her. and i'm not him. but i get it if you-".

the kiss is needy, again, like it had been when you first arrived, but this time you are the one to initiate it. your hand found its way into his hair, and you pulled him impossible closer, hoping that this would clear up all his doubts without you having to say anything. of course you knew he wasn’t him. you had never dared to make the comparison, not even for a second. once the kiss is over, you rest your forehead against his, before softly whispering onto his lips. “we can take it slow. i just need you, nothing else”.

“whatever you need, princesa”.

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Shut Up and Drive (Chapter 6)

Roy Kent x F1 Driver!Reader

4.9k words

Warnings: Language, mean & jealous Roy (in a good way), evil ex-boyfriend, rough sex, Roy feeling angsty, fingering, some cum play, hickies, Roy being kind of a dom

@agentstarkid brain rot, brain rot, brain rot

A/N: Y'all this has to be THE horniest writing I have ever done 😭

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“Hey Roy, you going to Belgium?”

Roy furrowed his brows at Isaac as the captain, Jamie, and Sam all looked at him expectantly “Belgium?” he repeated.

Sam nodded. “For the race,” he added, as if Roy should know exactly what he was talking about.

The manager’s deepening frown told the boys that he did not.

Jamie sighed impatiently. “Your girlfriend, Grandad. We’re going to go watch her. She was telling us all about it in Leeds, and then when she was in Richmond, she gave Keeley the tickets and stuff to give Isaac. You’re going, aren’t ya?”

Belgium. Roy’s stomach sank a little as the guys began chattering about their plans, how excited they were to watch the race, the parties they’d been promised. He knew you had another race coming up, but you hadn’t mentioned a word of it to him. Of course, if you’d asked, he’d have gone. The Greyhounds had a bye that weekend, meaning he was completely free to go, to root for you, to share another bottle of scotch in some extravagant hotel suite. It would make sense for you to ask him to go; after all, he was clearly interested in racing, and, more importantly, he was clearly more interested in you. He’d tried not to read too much into the lack of invitation; but fuck, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping for a simple hey, come meet me in Belgium during one of the many texts you’d sent him.

And now, hearing that you’d explicitly excited his team… well fuck.

“Come with us, Roy,” Isaac insisted.

He cleared his throat, desperately trying to play it off. “Dunno. Probably got Phoebe, need to catch up on shit at home-”

Another sigh from Jamie. “Come on, Coach. Just admit you want to see your girlfriend and fuckin’ come with us!”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Roy hadn’t meant for it to come off as a harsh growl, but that’s definitely what came out of his mouth. “Once again, we barely fucking know each other.”

The smirk on Jamie’s face was nothing short of punchable. “Then why d’you text her all the damn time?”

“Do not,” Roy lied.

Of all the players, Sam was one of the last Roy would’ve expected to tease him. “You’re blushing, Roy.”

He rolled his eyes, dying to get out of this conversation. “If I agree to come,” he mumbled. “Will you all shut the fuck up?

The three players looked at each other before breaking into a trio of mischievous grins.

Finally, Isaac opened his mouth. “No promises.”

Roy Kent looked good.

Who were you kidding? Roy Kent always looked good. Your mouth was practically watering as you watched him chat with the Greyhounds he stood with in the garage, rolling his eyes at something one of them said.

So, you hadn’t actually invited Roy to come to your race, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d be there. After all, when you’d sent Keeley the tickets for the boys, you’d included an extra one, encouraging Isaac to invite “whoever”. Knowing Jamie had been teasing Roy about you, you knew exactly who they’d be bringing.

Watching his eyes dart around, obviously looking for you, you couldn’t resist the urge to go over and say hi. The two of you had fallen asleep on the phone a couple more times since that phone call, there’d been lots of texts sent back and forth, and Roy was even figuring out how to send selfies. And now he was here, in Belgium, surprising you. Tearing down that wall you’d built around your heart, brick by brick.

Feeling a bit like a teenage girl approaching the most popular boy in school, you turned around, so Roy wouldn’t see the way you tightened the knot of your half-down racing suit and lifted your shirt a smidge to give that little peek of skin. After giving your hair a quick touch, you turned around, ready to put on that confident smirk and go say-

“Hey there.”

Your face completely fell at the sight of that horribly gorgeous smile. “Ian,” you murmured, taking a step back, away from your ex-boyfriend, who you were sure hadn’t been in a paddock in about a year, let alone less than a foot away from you like he was now. “What’re you doing here?”

His smile widened, planting a knot in your stomach. “Here to see you, of course.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flickered over his shoulder, where you could see Roy beginning to turn his head a bit more obviously, growing anxious to see you already. “Well, thanks.”

Thankfully, one of your engineers, familiar with the panicked look that Ian Novak’s beautiful face often inspired, hustled over with some excuse to get you away from the model. As you let yourself be led away, you turned your gaze, finally locking eyes with Roy Kent. The corner of his perfect mouth ticked upwards as he offered a small nod in greeting, eyebrows raised playfully. Normally, the sight would have you pressing your thighs together and thinking of all the sinful things you wanted to do with him. Instead, you looked away from those brown eyes as quickly as you could.

Fuck. Roy Kent could hurt you, couldn’t he? If Ian Novak, devilish man he was, could manage to make you feel adored and comfortable enough that the heartbreak he gifted you was the most devastating pain you could imagine, what was Roy Kent, with his soft brown eyes and half smiles and hands that both excited and cherished you, capable of? How shattered would you be if he decided he was done with you?

Maybe you didn’t want to find out.

For the millionth time that weekend, Roy wondered what he’d done wrong. All he’d received from you was a quick hello when the guys insisted on going to say hey to you. No flirting. No bedroom eyes. No electric touches. And definitely no teasing implications about ending up in bed together.

Not exactly what he’d expected.

He kept trying to catch your eye when the two of you were in the same room, but you kept looking away every time he succeeded. This wasn’t the behavior of someone excited to see him, and especially not the behavior of someone looking forward to sleeping with him.

As he lost track of his beers and contemplated leaving the party being held to celebrate your win, he saw Jamie perk up, his eyes flickering between Roy and somewhere behind him. Before Jamie could give him a warning, Roy turned around.

It was like someone’d punched him and knocked the fucking wind out of him. There you were, stunning in a Ferrari-red dress and matching lipstick, looking up at some disgustingly pretty man, who gazed at you like, well, like how Roy looked at you. He turned back to Jamie, immediately hating the pitiful look on the striker’s face.

“That’s her ex-boyfriend,” Jamie murmured, taking a sip of his own beer. “Model.”

“The one that fucking cheated on her?”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “For ‘barely know each other’ you sure know a good bit about her, Roy. Maybe-”

Roy scowled. “Keeley talks too much,” he mumbled before taking a long swig of his beer. He looked over his shoulder again; that man’s hand was on your lower back, where Roy’s hand should have been. “Looks like a prick,” he huffed.

“Oh, he definitely is,” Jamie agreed. “And that’s me saying that. Not sure why she’d give him the time of day.” He punched Roy’s arm playfully. “Especially with Roy Kent in the room.”

After rolling his eyes at Jamie’s compliment, Roy nodded towards the door that led to the hallway connecting the venue to the rest of the hotel. “Going to get some air,” he muttered, ignoring the protests of his players.

Because he was so busy skulking off, Roy missed watching you with your ex.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, shoving Ian’s hand off of your waist. “In case you’ve forgotten, we broke up, remember?”

His lopsided smile was too familiar. “Just congratulating you on a job well done. You were great today, babe.”

Babe. When Roy Kent called you that, it’d made your heart- and something else- flutter. But when Ian Novak called you that, it made your blood run cold. You reached out and pushed him further away.

“I’m not your babe.”

Slipping away from the embrace he tried, you briskly left the party venue, eyes stinging as you made your way to the deserted hallway. Who cared if you’d won and were the guest of honor? All you wanted was to get up to your room, get out of this dress, put on-

Roy’s eyes locked onto yours. He was in that same hallway, leaning against a wall and looking like the dictionary definition of melancholy. His stupid old heart nearly stopped at the sight of you, then twisted when he saw all the hurt your eyes carried. He pushed himself up off the wall as you got closer, your hands fidgeting; he wasn’t used to seeing you so… gloomy.

“’s wrong with you?” he muttered once you were standing in front of him. “Boyfriend problems?”

Your frown deepened. “Boyfriend…?” It dawned on you. “Oh, fuck. Ian.”

Roy nodded, his eyes practically made of steel. “Yeah. Ian,” he spat. “What, you get sick of him already?” He knew he sounded jealous and resentful, two things he wasn’t sure he had the right to be. But he didn’t care; not when he’d come all this way just to see you with some other prick.

“Listen,” you sighed. “Roy-”

He shook his head, not caring if you saw the hurt and anger in his eyes. “No. It’s fine. I fucking get it.” He gulped. “He’s a model. His knees probably fucking work. Probably even knows how to smile.” He cleared his throat. “Stupid, coming to fucking Belgium,” he mumbled. “You didn’t even fucking want me here.”

“I did,” you yelped, probably quicker and louder than you should have. “I mean, I do. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Funny way of showing it,” he grunted, not letting you see the way your words had his heart hammering. No, Roy was still pissed. “Ignoring me all fucking weekend.”

You nodded, face aflame. “Yeah. No, that’s true.” You took a tentative step towards Roy. “But I’m glad you’re here. Really glad,” you insisted as you pressed your body to his, eyebrows raised meaningfully.

“Yeah. Well.” He averted his gaze, knowing that the familiar look in your eye would have him dropping this little resentment.

“Roy,” you cooed, letting your hands wander up his chest, not caring if someone walked by and saw you embracing the brooding manager. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

Oof. Apparently that was not the thing to say based on the fiery look in his eye. But you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you, especially when he reached up to grab your jaw.

“Jealous?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You think I’m jealous?”

You gulped. Actually fucking gulped. And that little movement had Roy’s scowl replaced with the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen. His grip was firm; not painful, but definitely strong. For the number of times you’d hooked up, you’d never seen his eyes so dark, filled with a mixture of irritation and lust. It had you rubbing your thighs together, not caring if Roy noticed.

And Roy definitely noticed.

His eyes flickered over your shoulder for a brief moment before settling on your parted lips.

“Let’s go.”

Keeping his grip on your jaw, he pushed you backwards, opening a door behind you and guiding you into a deserted women’s bathroom. He quickly locked the door and moved a vanity chair under the handle, clearly planning on being in here for a while. Once privacy was secured, his eyes were on you again.

“Jealous,” he repeated, a scoff now. “Fucking jealous.”

He walked you back until your ass hit the row of sinks, the cold stone penetrating through your tight dress. His hands found the spot on your upper thigh where dress met bare skin, his fingers dipping just under the soft material to grip your flesh roughly, tugging the hem of your dress up around your hips.

Instinctively, you threw your head back at his touch, feeling electricity follow his fingertips as they brushed over your skin. Roy’s hand immediately was on your jaw again, tugging you to face him.

“Watch,” he demanded in a low voice.

With a whimper that was more from arousal than anything else, you obeyed. You watched as he brought his hands over your hips and slowly rolled down your panties, letting them drop in a little pool of lace around your ankles. He placed one hand on your hip with a bruising grip as the other hand came to your already drenched pussy. When one finger traced your slit, you had to use all your concentration to keep yourself from throwing your head back in pleasure.

“So fucking wet,” Roy groaned, adding another finger as he slowly caressed your soaking lips. “Who’s that for? Your pretty boy ex?”

Not caring about looking desperate, you frantically shook your head. “You, Roy,” you murmured, your voice breathy. “All for you.” You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, to assure him with your mouth that he was all you wanted, but he shook his head.

“Thought I told you to watch.”

No man had ever spoken to you this way. Most guys tried so hard to be smooth, or romantic, or cool. No one had ever been so possessive, so jealous. No one had ever stared at you with such an intensity. And no man had ever turned you on so fucking much.

Obediently, you tilted your head back down to watch as Roy slipped those two fingers inside you, setting a rough, mean pace that already had you gripping the sinks so hard your knuckles turned white. His thumb began stroking harsh circles on your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“You better keep fucking watching,” he grumbled before his mouth attached to your neck, kissing with more tongue than lip, leaving a slobbery path over your skin.

Even with his eyes off of your face, you did as you were told. You watched those two firm fingers pump in and out of you, curling upwards in that way Roy did that had you squirming in your now wobbling high heels. The only thing keeping you upright was this sink and Roy’s harsh grip.

Roy grunted when he hit a particularly deep spot and felt you clench around his fingers. “You really hurt my fucking feelings,” he growled against your neck, giving a soft bite to the sensitive skin. “Ignoring me while you paraded around in that little fucking racing suit. Looking like a fucking goddess.” His thumb pressed down on your clit, provoking a sharp whine from you. “Like my fucking Empress.”

“Yours, Roy,” you groaned as your hips stuttered against his hand, your climax rapidly approaching. “All fucking yours.”

And you meant it. You really fucking meant it.

“Damn right you’re mine,” he grunted, adding a third finger to your sopping cunt. “And I want to feel you come just for me.”

Apparently, his wish was your command.

Something deep within you snapped, and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers, so tight that his third finger slipped out. But he kept fucking you with his fingers relentlessly, finally moving his mouth to yours to swallow your lewd moans as you soaked his fingers with your release.

“Good fucking girl,” he mumbled against your mouth as your vision went blurry; the only thing you could focus on was the trembling pleasure Roy gave you. “His fingers ever make you come like this?”

Your orgasm rendered your speechless, so all you could do was give a little shake of your head, desperate not to lose the feeling of Roy’s lips against yours. His pumps slowed as you came down from your high; you let go of the sink and gripped his arms, needing some help with standing.

But Roy didn’t want you to stand.

“Turn around,” he growled, pulling his soaked fingers out of you. “Unless you’re fucking done with me? Hmm? Got what you wanted from me, yeah? Ready to go back to your little party and ignore me some more?”

You bit your lip as your eyes travelled down to the extremely noticeable bulge in his pants. When you looked back at his face, it was dark with desire.

“Need you,” you managed to croak out.

That was good enough for him. Not caring if he got your juices on your dress, he grabbed your hips and spun you around, pushing you down over the sink. Instinctively, you spread your legs, listening for the delicious sound of his zipper coming undone. Your entire body vibrated with pleasure as you felt his tip, already dripping with precum, press against your soaked core.

Roy brought his hand- the one soaked from your orgasm- to your face. “Open,” he demanded. When you opened your mouth, he stuck his two drenched fingers inside. “Don’t want anyone else hearing your pretty fucking sounds. Those are just for me, aren’t they?”

You nodded, moaning around his gorgeous fingers as you tasted your pleasure on him. Fuck, no wonder he was addicted to making you come, some dirty part of you thought. You were delicious.

Satisfied with the view before him, Roy slowly buried himself inside your soaked cunt with ease, his eyes staring into yours through the mirror with that same mix of lust and possessiveness.

“There she is,” he sighed as he set a harsh pace, his free hand on your back to keep you bent over for him. “My fucking Empress. Feel so fucking good. Just for me.”

A muffled “Mmm hmm” around his fingers was all you could manage as you bucked your hips back against him, drooling at the feeling of his hot skin against your bare ass. His cock felt perfect inside you, twitching and throbbing against your already spasming walls.

Eyes still on yours in the mirror, he lowered his mouth to your bare upper back and began leaving rough kisses all over your skin, sloppy and reckless, until those kisses became bites. Roy started sucking at the soft skin as he thrust into your slowly bruising sex over and over again, moaning against your back. When you clenched around him particularly tight, his tongue left a slow, deliberate trail across your skin, sending shivers down the spine he still had his hand on.

He groaned and gave a particularly stuttering jerk into you. “Should I mark you up?” he teased. “Show everyone who you belong to?” Using the fingers in your mouth as leverage, he made you nod slowly, as though you were his little toy. “Well, if you insist.” Rolling his hips harder, deeper, Roy returned to your back, sucking hard enough to make you whimper against the pads of his fingers. But the way you rocked into him assured him you liked it.

“Fucking look at you,” he moaned, giving you a bit of that hip action that had you seeing stars. “You ever been fucked like this, gorgeous girl? Bent over in a fucking bathroom, fingers in your mouth?” He brought his lips to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. “Bet no pretty boy’s ever done this.” He started sucking on the spot behind your ear, that perfect little spot that had you mewling as you spasmed against him.

He slowly inched his fingers further into your mouth, prompting you to suck them with the same enthusiasm you would his cock. The sensation had him twitching inside you, desperate to paint your walls.

“You look so fucking perfect,” he muttered as he returned his mouth to your slowly purpling back, adding more beautiful little dark spots wherever he could reach. “My dirty Empress.” He licked over a bite mark he’d left, one he hoped you’d have for days. “You want to come for me, gorgeous?”

Your desperate nod had him groaning. He’d never seen anyone look so fucking desperate, needy, hungry for him. After being ignored by you all weekend, to have you bent over in a public bathroom, panties on the floor, mouth full of his fingers, all of it was driving him mad. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he knew he needed to let you come first.

He needed to remind you about how he could make you feel.

He removed his fingers from your mouth, drooling a bit when he heard the little whine that escaped your now empty mouth. The hand on your hip came up to your beautiful neck, urging you to stand up with your back to his heaving chest.

When you wobbled, he tightened his grip, just enough to hold you steady. “I’ve got you,” he promised, planting a tender kiss to your neck. “’ve always got you.”

Roy brought those fingers- now sodden from both your cunt and mouth- to your pulsing clit, rubbing firm circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Roy,” you whimpered, gripping his arms with your trembling hands. “Please.”

He smiled, a real smile for the first time all weekend, as his cock continued to bruise your cunt. “Would you look at that,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “My Empress remembered her manners.” He pumped his cock as deep as he could, over and over, desperate to hit that one perfect little spot that would- “Oh, there she is.”

He watched with lewd pride as you fell apart in front of him, mouth open in a silent scream. Your whole body was drenched in sweat as you trembled, your knees buckling beneath you; the only thing keeping you upright was Roy. As your body quivered with pleasure, you slouched back over the sink, wondering vaguely how you were going to walk in the morning, let alone in the next few minutes.

“Such a good girl,” Roy cooed, his voice thick with a beautiful mix of mocking and adoration. “Now tell me what else you want.”

“Your cum,” was your automatic answer as your fingers traced over the cool faucet. “Please,” you begged, probably for the first time in your life. “Please fucking come for me.”

Roy’s devilish smile widened, setting your whole body on fire. “If my Empress insists.”

Whit his hands back on your hips, his thrusts became sloppy, no longer about making you feel good- although, the overstimulation did have your eyes rolling back. He gave a few harsh, bruising drives before you felt him fill you up with that delicious release; fuck, how you wished you could taste it. Pump after pump until you could feel it begin to leak down your thighs. You shivered when you felt Roy glide a single finger over your sticky thigh and bring a cum-covered finger to your lips.

“Taste.”

He didn’t need to order you; you would have automatically stuck out your tongue to get a taste of that tangy stickiness that now coated your throbbing pussy.

The room was filled with ragged breathing as he finally pulled out of you, still keeping a firm grip on you to keep you from falling.

Finally, you smirked at him through the mirror- or at least, as much of a smirk as you could manage.

“Fuck,” you gasped, brushing your wild hair out of your face. “I’m really supposed to go back to the party like this?”

Roy’s dark chuckle had your heart racing. “Party?” he scoffed. “Oh no, baby. I’m not fucking done with you.”

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Can u make an oneshot of junkook and yn having rough jealousy sex??

WELP this was a really fun one 🥴🥴 hope all you JK hoes enjoy~*~

i'm gonna stop asking for freaky reqs because i already have enough to write for the next million years probably 😂😂😂 i REALLY appreciate how many of you have sent stuff in!!! i'm having (probably too much) fun with this. y'all are truly the BEST 💜

pairing: jungkook x reader wordcount: 1.9k oops contains: established relationship, perilla-leaf based jealousy (i had to don't @ me), jungkook and reader are fucking dramatic and honestly mean to each other, discussions of imagined infidelity bc reader is a b-r-a-t 💀, a lot of physical aggression, ppl get thrown around, breast/thigh/pussy/ass/FACE slapping 😳, biting/marking, reader put her thang down flipped it and reversed it (and surprised EVEN ME), unprotected sex, minor cervix ramming lol, is this hot???? is it toxic???? is jungkook a cuck?????? much 2 consider 🤔

“I’m surprised you didn’t walk out of the restaurant holding Jimin’s hand.”

Your boyfriend has been pouting all night.

“You can tell me if you’re in love with him now.”

He has not stopped since you got in the car to drive home from dinner.

“Just make sure you invite me to the wedding.”

It is driving you up the fucking wall.

“Jungkook!” You snap as you slam the fridge door shut, having just tucked the container of leftovers inside. “It was a fucking perilla leaf! Get over it!”

“How am I supposed to get over the fact that you’re going to leave me for Jimin?!”

Your eyes roll back in your head so hard you swear you see your brain. You have to take a long, slow inhale to fight off the desire to choke him out in the middle of your kitchen.

“I’m not talking to you when you’re like this,” you say, attempting to feign serenity over the rage simmering inside of you. “Go to the gym or something, and call me when you calm the fuck down.” You don’t wait for him to answer before you storm off down the hallway to your bedroom.

You don’t even have to turn around to know that Jungkook is hot on your heels, and when you make it to your room, you hear the door slam behind him.

“You just want me to leave so Jimin can come over and fuck you, and you can start your new life together.”

When you whip around, you find yourself face-to-face with your boyfriend. His cheeks are flushed from the wine you shared with his friends at dinner, and he’s sweating a little, bangs sticking slightly to his forehead. You hate that he looks so good, all the time, even like this.

“You’re being a fucking baby.”

A muscle in Jungkook’s jaw jumps at your words. Now his voice is deadly serious, too, nearly a growl. “I am not a baby. I am twenty-six.”

“Well, for your big age, you sure are fucking stupid.”

You turn around to march back out of the room, beyond done with his antics, but just as you pull the door open, his palm is there, slamming it back shut with enough force that it rattles in the frame.

“What did you just say?” Jungkook’s voice is low in your ear. When you turn to look at him, your cheek digs into the door as his hips press flush against your ass. You realize as he grinds on you that he is fully, probably painfully erect; you can feel his dick straining against his pants.

You shiver a little at the thought of how he might punish you for your words, and then you spit them at him again. “I said. You’re fucking. Stupid.”

The breath is knocked out of your lungs, and you can only squeak as he wraps an arm around your waist, turning around and throwing you down onto the bed so hard you bounce against the mattress like a ragdoll. You barely manage to sit up before he’s on top of you, legs straddling you, his hips pinning yours in place.

You can feel your panties already starting to soak through, and suddenly calming your boyfriend down is the furthest thing from your mind.

“You’re right, Jungkook,” you say, and his eyes are wide when his head snaps up to look at you. He clearly wasn’t expecting those words. “Maybe I should fuck your friends.”

His hands come to your breasts, pulling down the top of your dress and your bra beneath it simultaneously, and your exposed tits bounce from the aggressive movement. The action only encourages you.

“Jimin would be so gentle and loving. He wouldn’t fucking rough me up like you do.” You choke on a gasp when Jungkook’s tattooed hand cracks down over your breast, pain sparking through you like a shot in the arm. His eyes burn with intensity when he meets your gaze, but you refuse to back down. “He’d take care of me, just like he did tonight.” Jungkook slaps your other breast, forcefully enough to grunt with effort as he does it.

You’re sure you’ll see the outline of his hand there tomorrow, and your core throbs at the thought. It might be fucked up, but you like the marks he leaves. You want more.

“And H-Hoseok,” you start, and your voice shakes as you try to get the name out because Jungkook has just brought his mouth to your neck, right under your jaw, and is now starting to suck hard. It nearly feels like he’s devouring you, dragging blood to the surface to bruise purple beneath the delicate skin there. “He’s so trusting, he’d let me do whatever I want, ngh–”

You’re cut off mid-sentence by your own moan when Jungkook repeats the same process at the point where your neck and shoulder meet, where he knows you’re extra-sensitive, and you writhe under him.

“Fuuuuck,” you whine, your head kicking back against the mattress.

When you hear him give a soft, triumphant laugh against your skin, it renews your conviction. You try again. “Yeah, Hoseok wouldn’t be so fucking possessive, because he’s not an insecure baby.”

Jungkook bites down on your shoulder, simultaneously bringing two fingers to tweak one of your stiffened nipples, and you let out a strangled cry as a fresh wave of arousal floods your pussy. His other hand moves as he does it, roughly shoving up your dress to expose your lower half, so he can see your drenched panties, your thighs that are now slick with your own wetness.

“Don’t stop now,” he growls, and then he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your upper thigh and your head spins.

“Fuck, Jungkook!” You gasp, clawing at the bedsheets.

Quick enough to give you whiplash, he releases his mouth and replaces it with another swift slap, the flesh of your thigh rippling under his hand. “Who else?”

The built-up pressure in your core is enough to make your upper body tremble as you press yourself onto your forearms, leaning up so you can look him in the eye. “Yoongi,” you say, your voice severe, and Jungkook slaps your thigh again, hard enough to make your jaw clench while his mouth shifts up to suck an angry mark into your hip bone.

“I bet Yoongi would love to fuck me with his thick cock,” you hiss.

The thin, soaked-through fabric of your panties does very little to dull the sensation when Jungkook’s hand cracks directly over your cunt. The sweet sting, pleasure and pain, is enough to make your head tip back as you groan. You spread your legs in a silent plea for more, and he does it again, harder.

Your mind is starting to swim a little, overwhelmed with animalistic desire, but when Jungkook shifts to crawl back up your body, you don’t miss the opportunity.

Too fast for him to react, you tighten your legs around his waist and use all the energy you can muster to throw yourself to one side, taking him with you. You let the excess momentum and soft bounce of the mattress beneath you propel you up to your knees, leaving Jungkook flat on his back and you straddling his hips.

He can’t quite hide the impressed look on his face, and you take a moment to revel in the way he bites down on his bottom lip, wide eyes blinking up at you.

Then you reach between your legs to tug your panties to the side with one hand, fish his cock out of his pants with the other, and sink down on him in one swift movement.

“Oh, fuck,” Jungkook groans, and you have to whimper a little, too, at the stretch of him inside you. You circle your hips, enjoying the way his cock twitches as you grind down on him. When he leans back against the mattress, arching up to match your movements, you bring a hand to grip his jaw, forcing him to meet your gaze.

“Tell me whose pussy this is,” you command, and Jungkook nearly spits the word back at you.

“Mine.”

You reward him with another roll of your hips. “Louder, baby. Like you mean it.”

“It’s my fucking pussy,” he growls, punctuated with a slap to your ass, but you can already tell he’s starting to lose himself to your movements. You can see his eyes rolling back in his head. “Made for me.”

Both of Jungkook’s hands drop to cup your ass, encouraging you to go faster. Determined, you flatten your feet against the mattress so you can properly start to bounce on his dick.

“Not Jimin’s.” You lift up as high as you can, nearly losing your grip on him, then slam back down so hard you feel the head of his cock ram against your cervix, making you gasp a little. Jungkook moans loudly at the feeling, hips bucking beneath you. “Not Hoseok’s.” You repeat the motion, and he’s even louder, his breathing ragged now. “Not Yoongi’s.” You bounce a final time and the noise Jungkook makes is more like a sob.

“Shit, shit,” he whines. You still have a hand on his jaw, and you shake his head side to side, enough to get him to focus on you again.

“It’s yours,” you say softly, and the tone of your voice is a stark contrast to the harsh slap you deliver to his face. “So fucking act like it.”

It’s enough to send him into overdrive. His fingers dig so hard into the soft skin of your hips that you cry out, and then he’s fucking up into you, stroking so fast and deep that pleasure coils hot inside of you, threatening to burst.

“So fucking wet and tight,” he gasps, “just for me, just for me,” and the way he pounds into your g-spot over and over is suddenly all too much.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan, gripping his thighs with both hands, your nails digging into his skin as you squeeze tight around him. “I’m gonna come, baby, yes.” Your walls begin to flutter, pulsing over and over, and you can feel his cock twitching as you milk his orgasm out with yours.

Jungkook keeps rutting into you, thrusting through your climax as he follows after you, words now slurring together. “Yeah, come on this cock, come just for me, oh god, oh fuck–”

With a final strangled cry, you feel him empty his release into you, your cunt shuddering with oversensitivity as he fills you up. You’re still breathing hard when his hands press into your ass, gently guiding you down to your side on the mattress next to him, his softening cock slipping out of you as you move.

You lay like that for a minute, heart slamming in your chest, eyes dropping shut as you attempt to recover. Cum is definitely starting to leak out of you and stain the sheets beneath you, but you can’t find a fuck to give about it right now.

You eventually feel the bed shift as Jungkook rolls over, pulling you close to him with a soft grunt. He presses a gentle kiss to your hairline, and you can feel him smile a little before he speaks.

“I will admit, I may have overreacted.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

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bgomtori · 5 months

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☆ be careful with my heart - c.sb

synopsis- the mixed signals you were giving him were worrying him, so he decided to talk it out with you.

-> inspired by be careful with my heart from rocco!

-> idol! soobin x non idol! law student! reader

-> established relationship

-> warnings! reader is slightly dry at the start but you'll understand,, sad soob :( mentions of cheating

-> note! birthday post for sooby booby^^ i love scooby snack sm😓😓 wishing he was real rn. his toe middle finger will forever be engraved in my brain.

you two were busy people, you were constantly coped up with your studies in law while soobin had his crazy schedule as an idol. you two rarely saw one another, even if you did, it will usually be quiet, cuddling in each others arms, on the bed, scrolling on your phones. you two were too exhausted from your busy lifestyle in general.

you'd normally reply soobin as per usual whenever you had breaks, and he'd do the same, returning the same happy energy even through texts. however, recently soobin realised that your messages have been drier than usual, replying him with an, "oh.." or even an, "ok". this was driving him insane, did you find someone that could satisfy your romantic dreams while he was on tour, did you find someone better than him? soobin was worried, he didn't want to pester you about it though he hinted it multiple times, but you were too dense.

"maybe just wait till the tour's over? we're going back in a few days, maybe you can ask her to explain everything once you're back." taehyun, the only one in the team who gives decent love advice, suggested. soobin messed his hair around, clearly frustrated over this, he wants an answer now, he doesn't want to walk in on you cheating on him with someone better. he nodded his head and left towards his hotel room to spend time alone, clearing his mind by playing some mobile games on his phone.

days passed, tour was finally over, soobin could finally go home and see you, and question you. his palms were sweaty when he typed in the password to the door, a sweet melody chimed as he opened the door quietly, hanging his coat on the jacket rack, dragging his heavy luggage with him.

"i'm home!" soobin called out, signalling his return, however there was no response, were you out? he noticed faint music coming from the room, why did you not reply back? were you really fall out of love with him? his eyebrows furrowed, a huge wave of emotions crashed onto him.

"yn?" he whispered, peeking his head into your shared room, he was stunned at the state of the room, loose pieces of paper laying around the floor, post it notes pasted up against the wall infront of your desk, and study guides with notes laid out on the table. you were scribbling down your notes frantically, you have a test coming up, and you have yet to memorise the slides from the lectures. you rubbed your tired eyes, turning to the presence slowly moving towards you.

"hey soob." you utter out, pure exhaustion taking over your body. soobin's expression completely changed, he practically ran towards to carry you. you groaned in his shoulder, using most of your energy to push yourself up to look soobin in the eye.

"sorry, i didn't hear you at first.. i have a test soon, i kinda didn't listen to the lectures so like i have been like staying up to study." you tried explaining yourself, your eyes red and puffy from the previous meltdowns you had. soobin carried you to your bed, laying you down, making sure that you were comfortable. he sat on the floor, resting against the wall, watching you with concern. you turned to lay on your side, facing soobin.

"how was tour?" you asked, rubbing his soft hands, intertwining them together in the process. soobin thought for a while, it was fun, but he was mostly worried about your relationship, yet he couldn't tell you since he was practically assuming. "it was super fun, i bought you some stuff, i'll show them to you tomorrow after your classes." soobin smiled, you hummed, you were happy that he was finally back, your home, your solace, your best friend. you smiled to yourself, but can't help but realise soobin was awfully quiet.

"something on your mind soob?" you squeezed soobin's big hands, that were twice the size of yours. he was hesitant to tell you, he felt guilty that he made such an assumption without even knowing what you were going through.

"i'm sorry, i thought that our relationship was going to fall apart, because when i was away, your replies to my messages were dry.. so i thought you found another one, the 3 weeks i was gone." soobin admitted, averting his gaze. you felt your heartache, it wasn't your intention to reply so coldly to your boyfriend. you cupped soobin's soft cheek, caressing them, "i had multiple tests and internships that i needed to do, i'm sorry soob. i've been so tired since you went on tour, i didn't have much energy to reply anyone.. i should have told you." you apologised, ruffling up his hair. soobin grabbed a hold on your hand, pouting slightly.

"mm, please be careful with my heart." soobin mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your hand, you smiled at him sweetly, "of course i will."

#txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt reactions #txt #txt imagine #txt fluff #soobin imagines #txt soobin #soobin scenarios #soobin fanfic #soobin fluff #soobin

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tossawary · 5 months

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So, I started thinking about a Kuina Lives + Strawhat Kuina AU specifically because of a paragraph on the wiki page. I was looking up info on Shimotsuki Village while I was taking down notes for a potential Pre-Canon ZoLu fic inspired by the live-action show.

Allegedly, the infamous 4kids dub CHANGED things so that Kuina didn't die, she was PERMANENTLY DISABLED to the point of being unable to pursue her dream. And my brain went: "?!" I see no reason why (aside from a few very extreme cases of disability) a disabled Kuina could not become a Strawhat pirate and go on adventures anyway! (Franky is a CYBORG who looks increasingly like a MECHA and Chopper's pills are BONKERS.)

Relevant quote: "Per standard policies, the 4Kids-dubbed anime censored her death, stating that she had been permanently injured by the friends of a man she'd defeated (and removing all scenes depicting her funeral or grave)." Which is driving my brain UP THE WALL with possibility when Kuina and Tashigi also supposedly both have names referencing flightless birds. The THEMES. The SYMBOLISM.

Personally, I still prefer Kuina becoming injured in an innocuous fall rather than having people directly responsible for her physical disability. The degree of her injury depends on what story that a person is individually writing. I see two potential ways forward (of many) that both interest me.

OPTION A: Kuina is physically disabled to the point of being unable to fight well generally, especially with swords. She uses a wheelchair and crutches to get around, and has some other lingering issues. So, like, she can definitely still whack people with a sword and shoot a gun, but Zoro is wielding Wado Ichimonji because Kuina feels she cannot do it justice. (But she's still supervising!!! She's Zoro's coach.)

Kuina's grandfather was a swordsmith, so in this case, she would end up in a smith, weapons expert, and quartermaster role for the Strawhats. She, Usopp, and Franky can be the Crafting Team! Ship maintenance crew! Kuina takes Merry's sinking nearly as badly as Usopp does.

OPTION B: Kuina has "mostly" recovered from her injury, which set her back for several years, but is still struggling. A dedicated female fighter on the Strawhat crew is VERY tempting as an idea. Monster quartet, yes? Yes! She's wielding Wado Ichimonji and Zoro is still searching for his own dedicated swords.

She could still be a swordsmith and quartermaster in this case! In either case, A or B, I think it might be cool to give Kuina a hook? (Kuina @ Crocodile: "Compensating for something, huh?") She could get other prosthetics or just super cool assistive devices as the story goes on with Chopper and Franky's help.

KUINA'S POTENTIAL ARCS: I do really like the idea of Kuina (if she can still fight with a sword) and Zoro moving forward together, neck and neck, for the title of World's Greatest Swordsman. I think it would be cool to come to a resolution that the title is more or less something that they can share? Like, only one of them can beat Mihawk in a "fair" duel, so that's an issue in the competition between them, but I do like the idea of the two of them going back and forth beating each other in duels, at the top of the world together.

Arguably, when Zoro sacrifices himself at the end of the Thriller Bark Arc, he has come to the resolution that he'll give up his dream for Luffy and the crew, where he gives up the last remnants of being self-centred and throws himself completely behind Luffy's philosophy of friendship and enjoying the journey. He still wants to be the World's Greatest Swordsman, but his crew comes first. I don't recall after this point any reckless moments of a similar nature to him stabbing himself in Orange Town when fighting Buggy's crew to prove a point. Zoro's recklessness culminates in sacrificing himself with purpose.

It does feel a little weak, but... Kuina could decide that she's comfortable in her own skills and doesn't need to prove anything to anyone. She KNOWS she's as good as Zoro is. She can declare herself the World's Greatest Swordswoman and let Zoro fight Mihawk. (They did probably flip a coin over it or something.) Maybe she never really wanted to be the World's Greatest, maybe she just wanted to live her life the way that she chose, and felt like becoming the World's Greatest was the only way of permanently shutting up every sexist jerk who has ever talked down to her. (They will never shut up. Sexist jerks will always find something to nitpick.)

ALTERNATIVELY: Kuina could have a heartbreaking and healing story about having to give up your dream because it's not physically possible anymore. Even if this is a story where she's still fighting as a swordswoman with Wado Ichimonji and is monstrously dangerous, maybe her physical disability prevents her from now fighting on Zoro's level, which really fucking sucks for her when she feels like she has so much to prove as a woman.

Shounen manga has always had an issue where the solution to some fights is that the protagonist just needs to "fight harder, yell louder, and believe in himself more", even when the protagonist is bleeding from everywhere. "One Piece" is fun because there are plenty of fights and problems where the protagonists succeed due to being genuinely clever, but there are other fights where it's all about a manifestation of willpower (sometimes literally). And this often works thematically.

I think Kuina would be interesting as a character for how she could contrast against Zoro, so I'm leaning towards giving her a very different story rather than making her Zoro 2.0 (Female).

For example, where Zoro is reckless, I think Kuina might be cautious, especially if she's been badly injured before and is still struggling. In flashbacks, she's open about her problems and anger to Zoro because he's her friend and also a safe target - he's an outsider / outlier in the dojo and she can beat him in a fight. In a martial school that probably demands some level of respectful behavior, Kuina might not display the same bravado and unhappiness to her father, who is also her teacher and responsible for the sexism that she's internalized.

If she's a swordswoman still, I don't know that she would challenge Mihawk at the Baratie. For one thing, it's STUPID. Zoro had to KNOW that he was nowhere near Mihawk's level and he's lucky that Mihawk had some level of honor and curiosity to spare him. If Mihawk had been a little more of an asshole, that would have been the end of Zoro's dream. He was really stupid there (affectionate, that's my boy). The smart thing to do is keep your mouth shut and live to challenge Mihawk another day, but I think Kuina would also hate herself for this kind of "cowardice".

Her personal struggle as a character might be with reserve and fear of risk, whether this culminates in her ultimately overcoming all obstacles and succeeding in her dream with the help of her friends, or in her giving up her dream due to a physical disability (or multiple physical disabilities) that is no fault of her own in favor of a new dream. You could try your best to combine all of these different elements into Kuina's arcs and abilities. There's a lot of possibility.

#strawhat kuina au #tossawary one piece #shimotsuki kuina #roronoa zoro #fic ideas #long post #spoilers #character death

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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This is a very belated birthday drabble for the wonderful @unclewaynemunson, your Pat a Mat AU is ready, Anna! I hope you enjoy the ridiculousness just as much as I have.

One would think that once all of the Upside Down bullshit is done, Vecna buried, all of them alive, healed and with enough hush money from the government to last a lifetime, that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler would settle down, find some quiet comfort in their potential careers and each other. There would be pleasant dinners, quiet conversations and peace they haven't known for a while.

One would think that. But that one wouldn't probably be familiar with their romantic partners, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.

See, Steve and Nancy come from picture perfect households. Eddie and Robin don't. So where Steve and Nancy have a certain sense of what should be done and how it should be done, Eddie and Robin have a) enthusiasm, b) creativity, and c) terrifying amounts of energy.

Which is probably why Steve and Nancy are here, sitting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine between them and two first aid kits ready. They are watching Robin and Eddie who took to gardening and are now doing their absolute best to uplift their garden to new aesthetic heights.

That's a lie. This isn't gardening, this is an Indiana plant massacre with garden shears.

"So now you cut off the top and it will bear the perfect resemblance to our beloved dingus!" announces Robin and slices off way too much of the bush. The poor thing looks almost dead.

Nancy leans towards Steve and whisper-asks why the two decided to create a bush statue of Steve between the two gates leading to their houses, but Steve doesn't have an answer. He just downs his glass of wine and watches the tragedy unfold.

It's always like this. Robin and Eddie come up with a home improvement project, get very creative and then Nancy drives them to the hospital while Steve and Wayne clean up their mess. It's lucky Nancy and Steve love them do much.

When a new half-secluded neighborhood was built in Hawkins, the four of them thought it was perfect. Two small and adjacent houses, two gardens that they could connect by tearing down the fence. No one to judge them for being in same-sex relationships, no one to stare into their windows. The expectation was that Steve would spend lots of time with Robin, the two taking turns using their single shared brain cell, but instead, they got...this.

In the last year, Eddie and Robin's project list included, but wasn't limited to:

A theoretically wonderful invention of an alarm clock that would open the window once it started ringing, letting in fresh air and sunlight. Nancy and Steve weren't sure how it was supposed to work, the two inventors kept their progress a secret, but they saw the results, a broken window, a wall clock the size of the ones found in a train station, three broken broom handles and a ball of tangled wire.

An automated lawn mower. That one nearly worked. Nearly. Eddie tied the mower to a stake in the ground and Robin taped the starter so it moved on its own - a bit too well. The stake was no match for the mighty mowster (coined by Eddie) and the four of them ended up chasing the runaway machine throughout their street.

An effortless pancake flipper. It didn't matter how many times Steve repeated that he doesn't mind cooking, likes it in fact, Eddie wanted his boyfriend to be able to get comfortable and to sleep in because his Stevie deserved all the comfort and perfection he could get. Steve only learned about this experiment when he came home to a pan tied to a drill, spinning and splashing batter everywhere. Robin and Eddie were blindly walking around the kitchen walls, batter in their eyes and muttered reassurances that the pancake menace would have to run out of batter. Eventually.

Back to the present and half bottle of wine in, Eddie and Robin finally understand that no matter how much they cut, they're not getting Steve's likeness out of the suffering bush. Nancy and Steve exchange a well-practiced look, sensing a dip in the manic energy of their beloved partners. They slowly lure them in, Steve with cold beer and Nancy with a fancy cocktail that Steve pre-mixed. Among cut branches, dead leaves and quiet that wasn't fooling anyone, Nancy kisses Robin's cheek and says she's really sorry their plan didn't work out.

"Oh don't worry, Nance," Robin smiles and there's something unsettling about the look she shoots at Eddie. "We have a plan B."

The next morning, Wayne visits them and is stopped in his tracks by a...thing. Probably...originally, once upon a time, it must have been a bush. The bush now looks like all of Indiana's herbivores stopped by and munched it into an approximately human-like shape. Not very distinct, but there's no room for questioning as there's a huge Steve head with a Scoops Ahoy hat taped over the upper part of the bush.

Half a year ago, Wayne would have been concerned. Now he's just mildly amused.

He makes his way to the Munson-Harrington house and gets a cup of coffee from Steve while Eddie's gentle snoring echoes from the bedroom. "So..." he says, "No loss of blood or limbs this time?"

And Steve, bless his heart, only snorts and pours himself the rest of the kettle. "That's what makes the thing outside almost bearable. It's so ugly but they were so happy when they managed to get the tape right, I just...I can't take it down."

Wayne nods, sipping from his mug. He too would do almost anything to keep his nephew happy.

But if he happens to accidentally knock into the bush, entangle himself in the tape and has to destroy the Steve Bushington in the process...it's definitely just an accident.

#fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #ronance drabble #stranger things #stranger things drabble

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fatuismooches · 7 months

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Pantalone and Dottore buzzing in my brain. Being in a poly relationship with them but they’re both so possessive of you in they’re own ways they can barely stand seeing the other with you.

Like Pantalone always pampering you and giving you gifts to show he can treat you far better than that doctor and Dottore making you little trinkets out of scrap metal (it’s endearing if nothing else) and always clinging to you, kissing your cheeks, giving you as much physical attention as he can (they both do this but Dottore would be much more public about it methinks, also Pantalone getting fussy cause he like gets you on an amazing skin care routine and Dottore has a gall to blemish your perfect skin by biting you, drives him up the wall)

Eventually from your pushing they learn to share you (maybe even tolerate each other to the point they can begrudgingly say they’re boyfriends) and just join together in their possessiveness😭

They get all fussy if you even look at another person for too long and will drag you away or cling to you to try and scare the other person away. It’s never your fault! No, no, it’s always the annoyance. How dare someone even try to take your attention, let alone speak to you when the two are around. Oughh if another harbinger grabs your attention they will not be afraid to get snappy with them, even if they’re higher ranking.

In conclusion i want to kiss them both on the cheeks [📺]

📺 ANON I'M LITERALLY TURNING INTO JELLY AHHHH I CAN'T DO THIS FLUFF TODAYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️ But omg REAL. REAL!!! All the Harbingers are possessive in their own way but these two? They're something else. Dottore for... obvious reasons and Pantalone is kinda self-explanatory too, I mean you are his most beloved treasure, it's only natural he wants you to be with only him! Especially not with the Doctor of all people. Of course the feeling is mutual, Dottore can't see anything beneficial you'd gain from hanging out with that damn banker, you should just stay in his lab and keep him company! So there is always some... not-so-hidden competition between the two. Trying to one-up the other and get you to agree with them. You've seen it all, you know all of their tactics, you aren't phased much anymore when they come up with a new scheme to get your attention and win you over. Though... you aren't complaining! It's still lovely to be the object of affection for these two men, you just wish... they would get along better. It gets awkward when they're both cuddling you and then they start making passive-aggressive comments to each other...

oh MY GOSH PANTALONE GETTING US A SKIN CARE ROUTINE AND DOTTORE RUINING IT IS MY NEW FAVORITE HC AWWW I'm chuckling way too hard at that 😭 why is it canon. Dottore does it because he loves to bite you, but it's an added perk when he sees how threateningly hard Pantalone is smiling at him. Look no matter what he does, Dottore's still biting you. Even if he cuts funding. Though please convince Pantalone that it's okay and that you don't mind the bites before the lab goes bankrupt. You're literally the peacemaker for them 😓 Omgefkfwnew now I can't get out of my mind soft moments with Pantalone doing skincare stuff together, he would be so gentle helping you apply it and all,, hng (Dottore isn't invited, Pantalone insists he can't appreciate this and for once you agree.)

HAHAHA SO TRUE getting to your breaking point because your boyfriends can't get along, you love them dearly but you cannot go another day with another passive-aggressive comment to each other. So you just leave for a bit. The only note you leave is that by the time you come back, they better be more civil towards each other. The two men are dead silent when they read that and think you just went out for a few hours perhaps but nope. You went out on a whole mission for a week or two. And they had absolutely no clue, which is a huge feat in itself... and who did you go with. Childe. Tartaglia. Oh my God they collectively agree to rip him to shreds when you get back. At least they can bond over hurting people. Mhm, having one scary dog Harbinger is already frightening, but two? Nightmare fuel for the average person. And them blaming the other person is so in character 😭 Nope, their beloved could never do anything wrong ❤️ But don't worry, you needn't worry about anyone else! All your love and affection, your smiles and laughs, should be reserved for them only. No one else should be able to bask in such things.

They both deserve kisses all over their cheeks, 100%. And also kiss them both on the lips to get them to stop arguing. But also do it quickly because if you kiss one for too long, the other will get irritated. Mhm, but then they collectively decide you haven't kissed them long enough so then you all are just kissing each other for an extended period of time. Good stuff.

#smooches talks #📺 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #dottore love notes <3 #i need them... expeditiously #agreed btw i think dottore is more public w his affection bc he does not care in the slighest what others think #but pantalone is a businessman after all he has a rep to uphold! but he's still touchy - just more subtly - in a way only you would notice #the skincare routine is still taking me back to dottore using a 9 in 1 shampoo and pantalone having dozens of different ones #and pantalone needs to drop that skincare routine asap #im struggling out here #oh this was so sweet 📺 anon it will be vibrating in my brain for a long time

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Majo your love for both nevermore and Castle swimmer is SO FUNNY bc it's literally every yaoi vs yuri stereotype where the boys are 💫 talking about their feelings 💫 and 💞 being emotionally vulnerable 💞 and 🥺 healing from their traumas 🥺 and the girls are trying to fuck nasty while covered in blood as someone screams into the distance

GEGEUEJENDVWKWBSVKENEBDLEHDBSK

YEAH.

Castle Swimmer and Nevermore somehow both scratch such different itches for me yet simultaneously hit that perfect sweet spot that makes my mind go completely feral.

When it comes to the main couples, you really hit the nail on the head on their vibes and how they’ve dug themselves so deeply in my brain. Although there is clear conflict set up for Kappa and Siren that they will have to work through together in the rest of season three, these two are running CIRCLES, fucking marathons, around White Raven in terms of communication and stability. Meanwhile White Raven are in the middle of their messy, messy divorce, with Lenore having her joker moment during the public break up of their secret relationship while Annabel has a panic attack, all because Annabel didn’t seem to consider Lenore’s reaction if she found out Annabel trapped one her of closest companions behind a wall and left him to die. The two couples have such different vibes and yet both of them share that overwhelming devotion, wanting to do anything to keep the other safe. That despite everything the universe keeps throwing at them that stands in their way, they will keep on fighting for each other because they gave each other a new drive in life that they lost/didn’t have before. It’s all so *chief’s kiss*

Well…that and one humorous detail that I’ve suddenly realised while thinking/writing about this. While both Kappiren and White Raven are both equally smitten with their respective partners, their reactions to each other’s affection clearly differentiate.

Siren and Lenore, while they have their moments, are more easily flustered when it comes to respective partners. Kappa saying or doing the right things will get immediately get Siren completely red in the face and a utter mess, and Lenore is not better as soon as Annabel starts with her flirtations. The two of them are also very gentlemanly/princely in their affections for their partners, with the main example that comes to my mind being hand kisses.

Kappa and Annabel on the other hand…lord are they down bad and they are not shy about showing it. When it comes to Siren, Kappa is downright shameless with his flirting and will take any opportunity to see Siren blush. Two days into knowing him, Kappa told Siren that he thinks his teeth are sexy. He openly admits to Siren when he offers to give Kappa his bag back that, and I quote ‘I like that my stuff is strapped around your hot body’ without batting an eye, while Siren has a mini heart attack in the background. He knows exactly what he does to Siren and loves every minute of it. Then there’s Annabel, who despite coming up with the plan to pretend being rivals to divide the school, is FULLY ON blushing and basically moaning in PUBLIC when Lenore pins her against the walls, too focused on how hot she thinks her wife is getting properly into the role as enemies that she doesn’t that Lenore is genuinely fucking furious with her and is about to pull out the divorce papers and a gun. She saw Lenore in her ‘Leo Vandernacht’ fit and it immediately altered her brain chemistry. The girl will allow her hands to wander when she is alone with Lenore and she enjoys every second of it

#look at these fuckers running around my head rent free #not like I’m going to stop them #but still #castle swimmer #nevermore webtoon #white raven #lennabel #kappiren #kappa x siren #siren x kappa #lenore x annabel lee #annabel lee x lenore #asks

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ohmytomorrowisthursday · 1 year

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AOT characters taking you on a date pt. 2

Hi! part one is here

A lil spice!

Reiner: Idk, Reiner is a hungry man and I feel like he wants a place with a lot of meat lol. Takes you out for southern style barbecue. Loves the low-key vibes and the good food; orders extra corn bread and beans. He is sooooo shy when it comes to his feelings for you I feel like he would eat so much so that he doesn’t need to talk lol. Likes taking you to his favourite restaurant and seeing you in jeans. I feel like he would love going to a sunset outdoor concert or a drive in movie. Even going to a haunted house, he’d loooove the feeling of protecting you. Wants to hold you to the music, or cuddle you in the car. Physical touch is his love language and he just wants to go somewhere where he can feel your body and make out with you for hourrrrrsss. He cant keep his hands off of you.

Sasha: ALL YOU CAN EAT. Not sure if its a buffet or like ayce sushi but a place where you can try a ton of dishes and eat as much as you can. Would love making you laugh and playing silly get-to-know-you games. Going to a theme park or fair or anywhere with rollercoasters would be her jam. I feel like she’d love Disneyland but hate how expensive all of the food is haha. Wants to go on rides, eat mini doughnuts and enjoy the fun until you’re both exhausted. Kisses you on the Ferris wheel and buys you both matching merch, like those Toy Story aliens hats. Taking photos in a Photo Booth and end up making out. Hiding behind corners and stealing kisses from each other so no one sees.

Levi: Every minute of the date is planned perfectly. He has high standards and wants to take you somewhere really nice for dinner, a restaurant where you get multiple courses of food and there’s matching wine paired with each course. Dimly lit with jazz music playing. Has a list of acceptable places and it has to be at one of those. He doesn’t go out to restaurants often, but when he does he goes for a five star experience. Loves seeing you all dressed up, just so he can take it off later. Touches your thighs at the dinner table and is giving you the ‘fuck me’ eyes all night. Loves teasing you and seeing you blush and get flustered. Takes you to a quiet speakeasy after to drink cocktails. My man is definitely a whisky drinker, he is getting an old fashioned or a scotch on the rocks. Whispers dirty things in your ear all night but refuses to kiss you which drives you craaazy. When he drops you off back at home he brushes your hair behind your ear. “I want all of you,” he says before he kisses you. Doesn’t stay because he wants to leave you wanting more.

Jean: He would be sooooo nervous while planning this date lol. Probably googles ‘romantic date ideas’ because his brain was too anxious to some up with his own ideas. Would pick a nice French restaurant and give you a red rose at the beginning. He’s super blunt and throughout the night he’d say things like ‘you are so hot’ and tell you how much he likes you. Something about him just makes me think he loves classic romance tropes. Like he’d take you to the Eiffel Tower and kiss you under it when its twinkling. Getting a cartoonist to sketch both of you and then keeping it on his wall. Sooo nervous when he asks you to kiss him and he doesn’t hold back at all. Lifts up your chin and look into your eyes kind of kiss. Wants to be your Prince Charming. You tease him about how sweet he is and he gets all red and flustered.

Erwin: I feel like Erwin is a gentleman and wants to take you on a really classy night out. I feel like he’d want to dress up and go to the symphony with you or a charity event at a museum of anthropology, followed by a dinner at a boujie restaurant. Wants to talk about work and your career with him. Would love asking you tough hypothetical questions because loves having really cerebral conversations. Drinking nice Bordeaux and eating oysters and steak. Shares chocolate cake with you after. I feel like he wouldn’t try anything because he’s such a gentleman, but he’d compliment you and kiss your hand. Takes you back to his place for a night cap on his deck. He’d tell you how that he finds you beautiful inside and out and ask for a kiss. He’s slow and holds back but as soon as you say the word, he’s ready to go. Tells you to take off your clothes and loves watching you undress. Loves making your toes curl.

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straykids-97 · 4 months

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Crave

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Cursing, slight manipulation, mentions of drinking. LMK if I forgot anything!

A.N: This is longer, so please bear with me! I needed to sorta world-build at the same time for context... Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

I wasn’t often spooked; startled by something as menial as my own reflection. Though, these days, I couldn’t seem to help it. I heard my friend, Mary, giggle at me as I placed the box of items on my bed, sighing, “Y/N,” she waved, covering her grinning mouth, “calm down! You act like you saw a ghost.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at her. “It feels like I did.” I grumble, rolling my shoulders as I sit beside the last packed box for my room.

The unmade bed looked barren compared to the mess it had looked like earlier this morning. The pale walls looked oddly creepy now. My pictures, the clutter-filled shelves, and posters of various bands had been taken down before the movers arrived. The desk that once sat against the furthest walls was gone as well. Leaving the once cozy room with a dead feeling.

Moving from the home Mary and I had shared for years back into my now-empty family home was jarring. I had tried to convince Mary to come with me, to live there for at least the summer while my parents traveled, but to no avail. She had her own apartment in the city, closer to where her job was. “Less to pay in gas,” she said. I couldn’t blame her. My family's house was a bit creepy to be in alone.

I could thank my grandfather for filling my child-like brain with stories of ghosts and specters for that one.

I placed a basket into the passenger seat before turning to my best friend standing a few feet away on the sidewalk. There was a brief pause before she held her hand up, “Alright- don’t even with that.” She shook her head, “It’s not like this is going to be the last time we see each other, and you know it. We’re literally moving 20 minutes away from one another.” Mary waggled her finger at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her, “I know.” I admit with a shrug, “But still… Kinda sucks.”

Mary nods a few times, agreeing with my statement. “Well… Once the summer is over, you can move into my spare bedroom.” She offered, making me smile. “I know… I’ll think about it.” I offer her one last smile before heaving a heavy sigh. “Do you want me to wait for your Dad to come get you or-”

“Oh no,” Mary interrupted me, shooing me with her hand. “You go on. My Dad will be here soon. Besides, I have to wait for the movers to get done with the last truck before giving the key up.” She held up the two golden keys that locked and unlocked your small two-bedroom home. The place that held all your college memories; right from the very beginning.

“Alright… Well, I’ll see you…?”

“Monday!” She held up her finger, “Definitely Monday for coffee! If I can weasel you out of your room, maybe even Saturday?” Mary wiggled her eyebrows at me, suggesting joining her and her other friends for a night out in the city. I huffed, “Maybe… We’ll see.” I can’t help but smile at her before climbing into the driver's seat, waving goodbye, and making the hour-long drive back to my family home.

The hour-long drive home felt lengthier than usual. Even though I attempted to fill the empty car with music and a podcast, nothing seemed to make the time go by faster. Before I knew it, I was pulling into the long drive of the home my grandparents had built. Passed down to my father, who was planning on passing it down to me.

Though, when I got it, I would try to make it look more inviting. Adding fauna outside the front of the house would help the daunting appearance of the gray manner that sat in the middle of a small clearing. However, the failed attempts made by my mother made me reconsider even trying. She had tried, over the years, multiple times to plant different kinds of bushes, flowers, and shrubs. None had thrived for long. It was like someone had poured poison on them. One day, they would be bright and vibrant, alive. And then the next, they’d be shriveled, on the brink of death.

I remember watching my mother stand outside in her rubber ducky robe, a hand on her hip and a running water hose in the other, staring down at her now-dead plants in a mixture of shock and defeat. “You think she’ll give up now?”

As I climbed out of the car, taking a look at the wide three steps that led up to the house, I could see that she had yet to give up her endeavor of planting anything. And this time, it looks like she’s moved on to what looked like hydrangeas and some sort of fauna with white stripes. I take a deep breath, shaking my head as I stare down at the poor plants, knowing their sad fate. Even worse still, I was now their caretaker.

I heard shuffling by the door, causing me to look up and see my mother yanking it open. A wide, bright smile plastered on her face as she flings her arms open, “Oh! I didn’t know you were here! Why didn’t you tell us you were on the way?!” She rushed forward, coming down the stairs to greet me. I take a deep breath, inhaling my mom’s warm, baked good scent as she squeezes me gently. She pulls away and I can see her warm caramel eyes, something that I sometimes wished I had. However, that would mean I would be the one thing she never wanted me to be; a werewolf.

My mother was a pure-breed, full wolf through and through. She even belonged to a pack, and had a bright, shining future ahead of her, until she wound up pregnant with me. She always says she doesn’t regret a thing, and leaving her pack opened her eyes to the world she never knew existed. But sometimes, I catch her staring out into the woods, and that’s when I see the part of her she doesn’t show anyone anymore.

Once she found out she was expecting me, a child who didn’t belong to the pack, she ran. Being unable to shift, prevented her packmates from tracking her. Successfully integrating back into a hybrid community, she settled down with my stepdad, who was a hybrid himself. You could think of it as a ‘rogue’ pack, with no leader, no council, just a normal group of individuals who lived outside the formalities of their species, together.

Throughout my childhood, I always wanted to know who my father was. I tried, desperately to figure it out without my mother’s help. But no matter how hard I tried, she was always there to stop me. Once I hit 16, my mother finally had had enough of me attempting to foil her nearly 17-year-long hiding spree and told me the story of the days leading up to her escape. I was shocked, horrified. How could someone just leave everything behind like that? I would never know the pain she suffered, alone, trying to navigate such an unfamiliar world with no help from anyone. Even so, the question still remained in the back of my mind, still, nearly 8 years later. Who was my father? And why did she run?

I hear another shift from the house and see the hulk of a man who was my stepdad come through the door. He was a lycan hybrid, ⅓ wolf, ⅓ vampire, ⅓ human. Damien once explained it to me: “The human feeds the vampire, and the vampire feeds the wolf. A continuous cycle.” It was strange to see all those components together, forming the 6’3 man who wore a tight red flannel, struggling to get through the door. His cropped haircut did little to hide the greys that streaked his dark hair. Not that my mom cared, she said she liked it. The grey also sprouted in his beard, around his mouth and chin. His bright icy blue eyes were like the sky, and they hid what secrets he carried from his past life before he came to the community.

Though Damien could never hurt my mother, or me, his massive body exuded otherwise. I could see he was tense. My mother didn’t seem to notice as she giggled up at him, “Look who just appeared on our lawn! A pretty little lady, looking for food and board!” My mom patted my shoulder and shook me gently before letting me go. Damien nodded, offering me a stiff smile. Something was off, I thought as I narrowed my eyes at him. “Won’t you help, Y/N, Damien? I need to water my plants before we start packing!” Mom clapped her hands and danced around the corner of the house, disappearing without another word. The only sound in her wake was the humming of a melody that I didn’t recognize.

Damien and I turned to face each other, “Alright. Spill.” I snap, pointing up at him. I watched as he deflated, shaking his head as he came down the stairs toward me. “I’m worried, is all.” He admitted, walking passed me to my car, “This is the first time we’ve left home- ever. Not only that, but, she’s been acting… off?” He shrugs, “I’m not sure what it is…”

“Maybe she’s just happy to do some traveling? You know how she’s always dreamed of this.” I reminded him as he handed me the basket I had put into the passenger seat. “I know- I know,” he stops, holding his hand up, “but… this is different. It’s just… Abnormal.” He looks past me as if his mind is elsewhere. His eyes scan the treeline, something that I’ve found both he and my mother did before. “It’s concerning, the two events. Leaving and her sudden uptick in her usual perky mood.” He shrugs, “I’m sure you’re just being a worry wort, Damien.” I sigh, balancing a small box that he had put on top of the basket in my hands. There was a long pause as I stood beside him, waiting for him to grab the boxes from this side of the car.

He rights himself, sighing, looking at the ground. “I can’t explain this feeling, Y/N…” He trails off, his voice is eerily monotone. “Feels like something is about to happen…” He’s silent for a few moments before he shakes his head. “Maybe I am just being a worry wort.” Damien scoffs. “Come on. We should get going before your Mom comes back around the house. She’s got a huge sprayer and she’s not very good at aiming.” He warns, making me snort.

Even though he was trying to change the subject, I could see that it was still weighing on him. There was something he wasn’t telling me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to find out. Sometimes, living in the dark was the best. That’s what my mom did, that’s how I’ve lived my entire life. Ignorance was sometimes bliss…

***

The house was dark. Mom and Damien had gone to bed an hour ago, leaving me up alone to unpack the belongings that had come with me. The rest went to a storage shed in the city, where it would wait for me until the end of summer.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to call it quits for the night. I gathered the boxes that I had collapsed and began to carry them to the garage to put them up. I struggle with them as I make my way down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. Damien was a light sleeper, and I knew he wouldn’t be too keen on me waking him up. After nearly falling down the stairs and slipping on the flaps of the boxes, I make it to the front door. “Halfway there.”

I put some of the boxes in a chair and closed the front door with one hand. Balancing the few I held as I gathered the rest, I made the trek across the driveway to the detached garage. Stumbling a few times over the mess of boxes, I grumble and curse. I should have just waited until the morning for Damien or Mom to help me. However, the independent woman in me told me that I could do it myself.

After a few moments, ones that feel like forever, I finally make it across the gravel driveway to the door to put in the code to open the garage. I have a gratified sigh as I lug the cardboard into the cold garage and shift my attention to the pile of what looked like file boxes. Temporarily forgetting the corrugated boxes in my hands, I step toward the stacked file boxes. It was like I was drawn to them, and I had no power over my feet as I opened the top box.

Inside there were manila folders, papers, pictures, and dozens of newspaper clippings. Reaching inside and gathering some of the pictures, I turn to the light and reveal the black and white faces of people. They looked like they were walking through a crowded area. A dark-haired girl beamed, holding onto the arm of an annoyed-looking man. They looked like siblings; the younger girl grinning like a fool in the photo beneath it, and the man had his face turned away from the camera, turning his head to look at something over his shoulder. In the last one, he was facing the lens, his eyes pouring holes into my soul. I gasped, dropping the photos and shaking my head.

I gathered a few of the folders and went to open them, skimming the contents before the sound of shuffling caused me to drop the folders labeled, “Bang”. I stare at the door and watch as Damien enters the garage, looking annoyed. His gray shirt was wrinkled, and his shorts looked like they were thrown on in haste. “God damnit, Y/N.” He shook his head, gathering the folders. “You can’t go around fucking skulking anymore, Y/N. You’re not a kid. I thought you knew better-”

“What the hell are these, Damien?” I demanded with a shaky voice. “Who are these people that are in this box? How many more are there-”

“Jesus- just stop! Ok- I’ll explain.” He huffed as he slammed the box closed. “Your mother has had a very interesting, very secret hobby that I recently discovered.” He reveals, leaning against the workbench a foot away, sighing in defeat. Damien crossed his arms, rolling his eyes, “You damn women in this family…” He shakes his head before relenting and telling me, “She’s been watching her old pack, your pack. I assume with help from someone. Who that person is, I don’t know. She swears it's just her. But, from the depth of the files she has… Doesn’t seem likely.” Damien hangs his head. “She’s been keeping tabs on the big three of her old pack, Gamma, Beta, and the Alpha. She won’t say why, only that she has her reasons. And that she’ll finally be free soon.” He grunted, “What do you mean ‘my pack’ and what do you mean by free?”

“I think that whatever drove her away, the reason, the person, is about to shift out of power,” Damien reveals, causing my mouth to hang open. “And by your pack, I mean that there’s a chance that they could be looking for you… Since you technically have the opportunity to decide if you want to join the pack or not…”

“You think… You think Mom was involved with one of the big three?” He sighs, “No… I think one of the big three either wanted to be involved with her or she was related to one of them.” I lean against the stool a few feet away. The jarring information I had just received caused my mouth to hang open. “I know, it’s all crazy… But then again, no one around here is normal.” Damien scoffs.

We sit in silence for a moment, “So…” I trail off, waving my hand over the files, “How much of this have you read?” He tossed me a quick glance before his icy eyes flitted away. “All of it- Christ, Damien.” I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “How many of these are there?”

“There were-”

“Were?!” I interrupted, but he kept going despite my shock, “12 boxes.” I start to count the remaining ones, “There’s still 5.” I say, glaring at him. “What happened to the other 7?”

“Your mother agreed to burn them. Saying she didn’t need the information anymore.” Damien shrugged. “This was her version of a bargain.” I look at the boxes, a realization falling over me. “So… These that are left are files on the big three?” He nodded.

The big three; Alpha, Beta, Gamma. The leader, the brainless brute, and the guide. Gamma acted as an immediate council to the Alpha, giving them intel, guidance, and opinions on matters that the Alpha would otherwise either be too busy to obtain on his own or need to think over. Beta’s, though are second in command, are bred to be the bloodhound of the Alpha. They carry out whatever deed the Alpha cannot do on his own and act as his right hand when needed. The role of an Alpha was explanatory. They lead their packs, not just as a superior or protector, but also guided them through difficult times. Whatever the pack required, the Alpha provided. He was an equal part protector to the provider.

The fact that my mother had collected 5 file boxes worth of information on them was terrifying. And as much as I wanted to read through them, Damien would not allow it.

“Damien- I could have family that I never knew I had.” I tried to bargain, but he wasn’t taking it. “That family didn’t care you existed, or at least not until 5 years ago. Let alone wanted you here in the first place. You must remember that, Y/N. That’s part of the reason she ran, remember that, always.”

After Damien had caught me in the garage, he didn’t seem to trust me alone. Not that he seemed to be too keen on following me around as to alert my mother that I had discovered her dirty little secret. Or at least part of it.

Neither of us did.

As much as I wanted to question my mother about her stalking, I couldn’t. I didn’t have time to anyway. She left for her vacation two days after that, leaving me alone in the house. I hated being alone in that house, it was creepy. I always felt like someone was watching me, but I could never catch anything paranormal happening. So, it only made me feel paranoid and skittish to be walking around the empty halls alone.

***

Damien’s family was weird and had strange tastes as to what they considered to be ‘homey’. I didn’t know who would like the stormy gray exterior or why Damien and Mom would keep it that color either.

I stand at the steps, watering my mother’s plant the evening after Damien and Mom left, staring up at the siding. Lost in thought, thinking about the hypothetical conversation Damien’s parents must have had when deciding what color to paint their house. I blink a few times, shaking my head and dropping the hose to turn it off. Thinking that I should drag the hose back to where it belonged, I decided against it. Because I would have to turn around and water the plants in the morning anyway.

I took a few steps and realized that the door to the garage had been cracked open. I come to a full stop, forgetting about the running water as I gawk at the door. I remember distinctly that the door had been shut. Damien made sure to tell me he checked it and that he would know if I went back inside to look through the cases.

So I know that it was closed this morning.

I gulp, fear filling my bones as I stare at the cracked open door. Should I close it? Maybe it was a test that Damien had set for me to see if I could be trusted. I take a shaky breath and take a few steps toward the door, my heart thumping so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t hear anything. Not even the sounds of the cicadas buzzing in the trees.

Before I know it, I’m standing at the door, raising a shaking hand to the doorknob. I take a shallow breath before gently pushing it open, peeking inside to see that nothing seemed to be out of place. I flipped the light on, took a timid step forward, and did a quick perimeter check of the garage. When I realized that there was no one there, I turned to walk out of the garage, freezing in place when I saw something rectangular on the floor, glinting from the sunlight that streamed through the now-opened door. I rushed forward, scooping the picture off the floor, and gasped.

When I realized that it was one of the pictures I had seen in the top box- the one of the man staring right at the camera. In my panic, I dropped it as if it had caught fire. I ran out of the garage, slammed the door behind me, and sprinted straight to the house. I closed the door, locking both the knob and deadbolt.

How the fuck did that get out of the box? When did it get out of the box? How long had the garage door been open?

Who had been in the garage? Whoever it was, had done it while I was home, and sometime between this morning after I watered the flowers and evening.

Taking a deep breath, steeling my nerves, I dart up the stairs to my room. I swoop my phone from the charger and call Mary. I could hardly breathe as I stared out my window into the backyard. My chest rose and fell rapidly and irregularly as I waited for Mary to pick up the phone. I gulped air as the phone stopped ringing, and Mary’s voice greeted me.

“What’s up bit-”

“I need you to come get me.” I interrupt. There was a long silence. “Uh. Ok? Why can’t you drive?” I nod my head, “Ok- yeah. Can- can I stay the weekend?” Another long pause, “Uh sure. I’m down.” She laughs, not detecting the panic in my voice. “Perfect. I’ll be over in like 30 minutes.”

“You better be. I’ll count down the minutes.” With that, she hung up. I scrambled to my closet and threw clothes into my duffle bag. I grabbed the essentials before scurrying to my car and throwing it into drive, leaving the creepy house behind me.

Some would call it overreacting, but given what I had just learned in the last few days, I call it completely rational. It couldn’t have been a coincidence, them leaving and the garage thing. I knew someone, something was trying to give me a sign. But I didn’t want to listen right now. I was terrified. And I didn’t want to be alone in that huge house any longer than I had to be.

Mary greets me with arms wide open, half-dressed. I had forgotten what day it was; Saturday. I sag, “Mary-” I start to say as I lug myself and my bag into her living room, which wasn’t even unpacked yet. “Oh, don’t even. You don’t have an excuse now.” She wiggled her hips at me, “Now, please tell me you brought something to wear, right?” I frown at her. She gapes at me, “Alright. I know you’re more endowed in the chest area, but we aren’t too much different everywhere else.” She takes my bag and drops it in the partially made-up second bedroom.

Mary hauls me into the bathroom, “Plug in the straightener.” She waggled her finger at me as she left me alone in the bathroom. I groan, knowing full well that I am not about to get out of this one.

I could use a night out honestly. After everything that’s happened in the last week, it’s needed. I try to convince myself, as Mary joined me back at the vanity, a tight, white crop top with long sleeves in hand. “You have jeans, don’t you?” I shrug, “I honestly don’t know… I sorta just threw things in a bag.” I admit with a shrug. She groans, hanging the white shirt on the back of the door, “One sec.” Mary grumbled as she went back to her room, the sounds of rummaging echoing down the hallway.

I turn to pick at the tight shirt. It wasn’t something that you would find in my wardrobe. Although, I could see myself wearing it occasionally. “Here.” Mary hands me a pair of dark cargo pants, “Your sneakers will work with the outfit.” She gestured to my shoes, making me sneer. “Oh, sorry. I forgot that you were going out.” I playfully roll my eyes and let Mary pull the straightener through my hair as I clean my face to prep for basic makeup.

The less makeup you wore, the less you sweated off.

Mary squealed with glee, her mixed drink sloshing all over the place as he wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “I’m so happy you came!” I couldn’t help but smile at her, “You’re welcome!”

“It’s going to suck not living with you!” She shouted over the music, making my smile grow wider. It was going to suck being alone in the big house too. Mary pulled me in for a long embrace, and I felt her bristle. I frown, “What’s wrong-” I start to say but in my ear, she whispers, “Hottie, 6 o’clock. He’s walking toward us.” She pulled away, nudging me slightly to look over my shoulder. I see a man with dark hair, his dark eyes watching us with intrigue as he slowly makes his way through the dancing people toward us. His tight black shirt did little to hide his physique, his broad shoulder and chest were evident as the strobe lights lit up his tanned skin. His full lips were shaped like a round heart, and a slight smirk teased the edge of his right side, pulling his lips thinner.

He caught us staring.

I whip around, face heating up as my heart thumped in my chest. What was this feeling? I swallowed the strange feeling in my throat as he approached us, a new one replacing it. He was intimidating as hell. His entire aurora screamed authority, making me take a step behind my fae bestie as a physical blocker.

“Well,” Her eyes scanned his figure. Now that he was closer, I could see that his left arm was covered in inklings. They looked tribal, and that’s when it hit me. He probably belonged to a pack. Before I even attempted to tell Mary that we shouldn’t mingle with a packmember, he opened his mouth, and pure honey dripped from it.

“Fancy seeing two little halflings in a place like this.” His words dripped with an accent that seemed a little diffused but still lingered in the vowels. “We’re new here,” Mary explained, face turning pink. Mary was a half-breed like me. But it was more common to find fae halfbreeds versus wolf or vampire ones.

Fae was far more flirtatious with the opposite species and didn’t have rules or belief systems to keep bloodlines pure. Wolves and Vampires hardly ever breed outside of their species. Unless of course, their mate was not of their genus.

“Well, allow me to introduce myself.” He took Mary’s hand, “Hello.” He gently kissed her knuckles before holding his hand out to me. My eyes fluttered as I held my hand up, trembling slightly as he gently took my hand in his. Electricity shot through my hand straight to my elbow, nearly causing me to yank my hand away. But the look in the strange man's eyes told me to stay still.

He pressed his soft lips against my skin, for a few seconds too long. Long enough for Mary to notice- too long for me not to start squirming. His dark eyes looked at me from underneath his lashes as he pulled away, “I’m Christopher. Friends call me Chan. But you,” his gaze turned to me, my mouth falling open as he murmured, “Can call me Chris.”

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wri0thesley · 8 months

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nat…….. your brain…………………… i am losing my mind

i know we know shit and also fuck about him, but. wriothesley arranged marriage where he's never been particularly interested in politics, but for one reason or another it's advantageous and gets people off his back (or something) so-- fine. sure. it's not like he has to do anything more than share quarters with you, he can endure.

meanwhile, you'd assumed you'd never marry; you're not shaped like they are in fashion prints, maybe you're a bit on the older side-- it just never really seemed like an option, and then suddenly it's happening all at once, and you're traded like a chesspiece for someone else's advantage.

the awkwardness on both sides. the adjustment to living in (or near, I presume???????) an (underwater???) fortress-prison. the slow realization that oh. perhaps. he is not quite so severe as he seems. perhaps your privileged life has been more of a cage than a nest. navigating around the clear boundaries set when you didn't know each other and this was a marriage in name alone-- but now maybe you DO want to start to know each other, and there are all these walls to tear down.

the terminus of this thought that's driving me into a frenzy is the idea of wriothesley choosing to court them, to do all the things a potential suitor should have done-- for the person he's been married to for like a year-- because he realizes he DOES care for them, he DOES maybe even love them. it may be all backwards from how things should have happened-- but it's never too late, and even if he's making a bit of a fool of himself, they're worth it.

tumblr user glazemedaka comes in with an arrow to the heart. OH. arranged marriage that he truly expected to just be convenient; people will stop pawing at him, leave him to his work, and he was promised you were utterly obedient and would not infringe upon him. perhaps you even have some skillset useful down there, in the underwater fortress of a prison. the two of you don't even share a bed, and gossip travels fast in a place like this, so of course everybody knows that the two of you have probably not even consumnated this sham of an arranged marriage--

only for him to begin to notice you. you may not love your husband (yet), you may too understand this is merely to keep the hounds at bay (a duke, you see - monsieur wriothesley, his grace, an esteemed husband for any society member wishing to get a leg up in things) - but you see no reason to hate him, so you care for him in spousal duties as you can. learn his preferences, his favourite meals, his favourite scents and how he likes things to be around the living quarters. his favourite books, things he may like to discuss - and he realises with a start, when you are not there on evening, how much he has come to depend on your companionship. how much he misses you when you're gone. how much he likes you--

how much he wants you.

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting

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mad4turtles · 2 years

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mikey/donnie or leo/donnie bonding?

Ask and ye shall receive! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy XD

Enjoy some Disaster Twins because I'm weak for them.

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Leo had been the one to insist he and Donnie were twins.

Splinter had never refuted it—they're the same age, or so he says; Donnie hasn't had the chance to carbon date them yet—and neither had Raph, Mikey or even April. It used to drive Donnie up the goddamned wall when they were little, more so when Leo coined the phrase 'Disaster Twins'. Where the hell he'd gotten that from, Donnie cannot fathom, nor does he wish to. Not even he can hope to comprehend the machinations of Leonardo's brain.

Still, there are some benefits. For example, as the elder 'twin' he has Twin Killing rights when Leo pisses him off.

0o0o0

Donnie slams the fridge shut. “Leo,” he growls.

At the kitchen table, Leo's spoon freezes halfway to his mouth.

“If you drank my freaking milk again—”

“Donnie, for god's sake!” Leo drops his spoon on the table and scowls. “Look, I'm sorry, but I needed it for my cornflakes—”

“That shit better have been soy, or your face is going in The Bucket again!”

Leo pales. He scrambles out of his chair and backs up, a seething Donnie matching every step. “No, not The Bucket—!”

“The freaking Bucket, Leon!” Donnie cackles, a metallic claw snatching a dusty, Leo's head-sized bucket from a forgotten corner of the kitchen as he looms over his quivering twin. “Sadistic Laugh!”

Sweating, Leo shields his face in vain. “Donnie, please! Anything but The Bucket—!”

“Here it comes, bitch!”

“AAAAH—!”

THUNK!

Donnie dusts off his hands. “There. Now think about what you've done for the next four hours.” He struts out of the kitchen, humming under his breath.

Sitting defeated on the floor, Leo coughs. It echoes in the bucket prison. “It smells like fish in here,” he whines.

Watching everything unfold from the doorway, Raph and Mikey share a look, decide it's none of their business and walk away.

0o0o0

There are other benefits, too. Like how, logistics be damned, one will know what buttons to push to get their way and when the other is at their Limit.

On those days, Donnie is glad Leo understands.

0o0o0

“Don?”

The door scrapes across the stone as it slides open, and Donnie flinches hard. He bites his lip against a cry as he rocks, the back of his head bumping against his bed frame. His headphones are across the room with his flipped desk and scattered papers. The noise cancelling contraption built to his specifications isn't cutting it today, apparently, but everything else has no freaking problem cutting straight through him like paper—

“Donnie, can you hear me?”

It shouldn't be that big a deal; sounds, smells, and textures exist, that's just fact, all a big part of what most call 'life' while others (Donnie) call it a cruel bitch of existence whose out to freaking get him, all the senses merging into one, big middle finger pointed straight at Donnie's brain, and he's letting it because he, he—

“Oh, Donnie...”

They're all different, different from humans, Yokai, and even each other for all that they're brothers and family. But Donnie—Donnie feels like a machine; cold at best, unfeeling at worst, armoured from head to toe to hide his weakness. And the slightest thing—a disrupted routine, an unwanted touch, or in this case the feel of an old, scratchy blanket on his bare shell—could send his systems into overdrive, break him, render him useless because that's all Donatello is if he isn't building things or being the smart 'fix everything' guy, isn't he—?

“Donnie, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to touch you—you can't do that, you're hurting yourself—”

He almost hisses—hisses, like the beasts they pretend they aren't—when two hands gently grab his wrists and pull them from where he'd been banging his fists against his head. He looks up, breathing hard, fast and on the verge of tears—

Leo's here. His smile is a soft thing he usually reserves for Mikey, and there's a plastic bag full of fidget toys by his knees—Donnie spots a rub-ix cube and one of those rainbow pop-y things Mikey adores—and Leo's weighted blanket.

“Bad day, huh?”

Donnie's jaw locks, the lump in his throat thick and heavy. The words are there but they're not, but they have to be because Donnie's the smart guy, the funniest, he always has something to—

“Hey, hey, it's okay, Dee,” Leo shuffles slightly closer—not too close—keeping a firm grip on Donnie's wrists as his fingers twitch, claws peeking out. “We're not talking right now, that's cool. S'all good, but we don't need the hissing, m'kay? Cool.” Leo lets Donnie go and stands, pulling up the blanket and carefully throwing it over Donnie's shoulders—

Oh, holy truffle mac and cheese, this is so much better.

Leo chuckles. “Would you listen to that? Purrytello back at it again.”

If Donnie had words, he'd snap at Leo. He settles for a glare and testy clicks instead. Leo huffs, clicking right back and tossing Donnie the Rubix cube. He doesn't come under the blanket like Donnie expects, opting for Donnie's bed as he sprawls on the mattress, hanging upside down with his legs braced against the wall, his head inches from Donnie's. He has a little cube with buttons and switches that he fiddles with, eyes on that instead of Donnie.

A few minutes pass in relative silence save for the clicking of switches and Donnie's rapid fingers across the puzzle box. The world feels softer under the weight of the blanket that feels like a wanted hug and smells like his brother, and Donnie feels—not better, not yet, but his battery feels fuller than it has all day, all week. Feels less like a 'thing' and more like a 'he' again.

All thanks to Leo, who'd known, somehow, that Donnie was having a Bad Time and went out of his way to help. Leo, whose been silent and still for far longer than usual, far longer than he's comfortable. Leo, whose smile is strained at the corners as his leg bounces—

Donnie puts the Rubix down and taps Leo's shoulder. The clicking stops as Leo, still upside down, tilts his head. “Hm?”

Donnie holds up the blanket in silent invitation.

Leo stares. His new smile is relieved and real as he rolls off the bed and nuzzles against Donne's side, the little black cube forgotten in favour of cuddling the soft shell as he tucks the blanket around them both. “Thanks, Dee!” he chimes, snuggling closer now that he knows he won't get scratched, shoved or bitten for it.

Donnie almost rolls his eyes, but he gets it. Like how Leo gets him.

His dorky twin can be pretty cool, sometimes.

0o0o0

And then there's the other side.

There's a popular myth that twins are 'linked' from conception to death. They can read each other's minds, feel the other's pain etcetera, which is all bullshit. Leo, again, had insisted otherwise until Donnie had tested that theory with the business end of his staff against Leo's skull. He hadn't brought it up again after that.

Then Leo disappears through a portal in the sky.

And Donnie feels him leave.

It's the shock of falling into a frozen lake and the feel of a bullet piercing your chest—cold, gaping numbness that you can't control, can't breathe through or comprehend.

It's the tearing of a limb off your body, the sudden wrongness of everything as something you'd had your whole life—you relied on it subconsciously, knew it was there and assumed it always would be, so you took it for granted—is ripped from you mercilessly, violently, leaving you to look at where it had been and think 'that shouldn't not be there' moments before you shriek in agony.

But Donnie doesn't scream.

Raph falls to his knees. Mikey stares at the sky where the doorway to hell had shut. Donnie turns away and stares into nothing.

“Casey, listen to me! When I get to the other side, you close that door!”

This isn't right. This is impossible.

“Leo, please don't do this! LEO!”

“Ha... you're one to talk, big bro. Hero moves are totally your style.”

Leo. He should be here. Right here. Right next to Donnie, where he's always been. He's not supposed to leave.

“Casey! Close the portal now!”

They're supposed to stay together. They're twins, aren't they? Leo said—he always said—Leo is a constant, their constant, Donnie's constant, he's not supposed to—

“Casey—augh—please!”

Static.

Cold, hollow numbness, a hole torn in his chest where a brother used to sit.

His hand moves to his cheek before he registers it. Calloused fingers meet damp skin, and he pulls his hand back—oh. Tears. He's crying.

It's real.

Leo is gone. Donnie felt him leave.

His twin is gone.

…

And then, by a miracle named Mikey, he isn't.

A beam of orange light tears a hole through reality. They see Leo, drifting in a sea of black and debris—

And Donnie feels him.

“Took you guys long enough.”

He sees him. He hears him.

And then the Krang lurches from the dark like a demon from hell, and Donnie sees red.

(Later, much later, in a nest of their softest pillows and blankets, their family gathered in a heap of aching limbs and snoring (breathing, living) bodies, Donnie forgoes his aversions and holds Leo tight (not too tight, mind the shell and every bone that monster dared to break). Leo's bandaged arms squeeze him around the waist as he whispers: “Don't think I've ever seen you so pissed off, Dee.”

Donnie huffs. “Yeah, well...” He bumps his forehead against Leo's, damp with sweat and remnants of blood seeping through the bandages around his temples. “The bastard had it coming. No one messes with my twin.”

Leo jolts slightly. Then he snickers wetly, pressing their heads closer and grinning wide, lips quivering as tears threaten the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Disaster Twins, right?”

Donnie huffs through the lump in his throat. He grins back.

“Disaster Twins for life.”

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Thanks, @randomness227

Keep the requests coming! I'll do my best to answer them all :)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #rise of the teenage mutant ninja tutles #rottmnt disaster twins #disaster twins #my writing #i love them your honor #donnie is autistic and leo is ADHD you cannot change my mind #i wrote this at 2am #tw meltdown

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cherryrainn · 6 months

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Hey! I have no idea if this is the right place to ask for story requests but I have a little idea in mind for your once-ler oneshots! Basically the reader (fem) is dorm mate with Onceler and they've been enemies for a while. One night they both go to the same party and end up having to play truth or dare. So basically just a enemies to lover smut with fem!reader- Thank you!

━━ ✧ 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler (greedler) + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; ohhh my godddd i love this idea

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none just explicit sexual content

you and onceler had been sharing a dorm room for a while, and it was far from peaceful coexistence. your personalities clashed at every turn, leading to heated arguments and petty conflicts that often spilled into the shared space. the tension between you two was palpable, and the walls of your room were a constant witness to your mutual disdain.

"could you please not leave your nasty socks all over the floor, onceler?" you sighed, picking up a stray sock that had landed dangerously close to your meticulously arranged desk.

onceler, sitting on his unmade bed, looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "oh, come on, it's just one sock. what's the big deal, miss neat freak?"

you clenched your teeth, trying to keep your composure. "it's not just one sock; it's the principle of the matter. we agreed to keep this room tidy, remember?"

onceler rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. "fine, fine. i'll pick it up, okay? you're such a buzzkill."

as he begrudgingly retrieved the sock, you couldn't help but mutter under your breath, "at least i'm not a tornado of mess."

onceler heard you and shot back, "huh? you wanna say that to my face?"

a tense silence hung in the air for a moment before you retorted, "i said, at least i'm not a tornado of mess! your stuff is everywhere, and it's driving me crazy."

despite your ongoing feud, both you and onceler found yourselves at the same party one evening. you had been dragged along by your friends, and onceler had a group of friends at the same event. unwillingly, you ended up in the same circle when someone suggested playing a game of truth or dare.

as the night progressed, the group decided to play a game of truth or dare, and it wasn't long before your turn came up. a mischievous grin appeared on one of your friend's faces as they looked at both of you. "i dare you two to go sit in that room together for ten minutes. let's see if you can survive without tearing each other apart."

reluctantly, you and onceler agreed to the dare, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on you as you entered the small, dimly lit room. the door closed behind you, and you stood there in awkward silence, unable to look each other in the eye.

"ten minutes, huh?" onceler muttered, his arms crossed.

"yeah, ten minutes," you replied. "guess we should just try and not kill each other for the next ten minutes."

onceler scoffed. "you make it sound so easy."

"oh, i'm sorry, i forgot how insufferable you are," you retorted.

"what was that?"

"i said, i'm sorry, i forgot how-"

but you couldn't finish your sentence, as onceler's lips suddenly crashed into yours, the force of the impact sending you staggering back until your body collided with the wall. he was pressed up against you, his hands gripping your waist, his lips hungrily devouring yours.

as soon as your brain had registered what was happening, you gave in, allowing your own lips to move in sync with his. the kiss was sloppy and intense, and it felt like time had slowed down around you.

as the kiss continued, the tension between you two seemed to build up more and more, until it finally burst into an all-consuming passion. his hands roamed your body, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it in a desperate attempt to bring him even closer.

the need to feel each other's bodies intensified, and it wasn't long before he pulled your shirt off, revealing your bare skin underneath. he wasted no time, his hands cupping your breasts as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your soft skin. you moaned, your head leaning back as he explored your body, his hands running down your curves and making you shiver.

the two of you were lost in a world of lust and desire, letting go of any pretense and giving in to your urges. his hands moved down to your pants, pulling them down and exposing your panties. he wasted no time, pulling them off and exposing your dripping core.

you could feel his erection straining against his pants, and you could barely contain your excitement. he took a step back, admiring your body before removing his clothes. his hard cock sprang free, and you couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it. he stepped closer, pressing his body against yours, his dick brushing against your inner thigh.

you shuddered, feeling his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, "i hate you so much."

his lips captured yours in another searing kiss as he guided his cock to your entrance, teasing you with the tip. you moaned, feeling him push his cock deeper into your pussy. he began thrusting, his cock filling you up completely.

you felt yourself lose control, the pleasure building up inside you as he fucked you hard and fast. you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside you.

he groaned, his hips bucking as he felt your walls clenching around his cock. he gripped your waist, his pace increasing as he pounded into you.

"i hate you too," you gasped, feeling his cock hitting your g-spot. the pleasure was overwhelming, and you knew you weren't going to last long.

you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he fucked you harder and faster, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. your orgasm hit you hard, waves of pleasure crashing through your body. you cried out his name, your back arching as your pussy spasmed around his cock.

he couldn't hold back anymore, the pleasure overwhelming him as he spilled his load inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing as he filled you up. you could feel his cum coating your insides, the warmth spreading through your body.

he collapsed against you, his cock still buried inside you as you both caught your breath. the reality of what had just happened began to set in, and you were unsure how to react.

onceler pulled away, his gaze meeting yours. "wow," he murmured, still breathing heavily.

"wow is right," you replied, a sense of satisfaction washing over you.

a silence lingered between the two of you for a moment, neither sure of what to say next. finally, onceler spoke up, a smirk on his face. "i guess this means we're even."

"even?" you questioned.

"well, we both got off, so i'd say that makes us even."

you couldn't help but laugh at his remark, the tension between you two seeming to melt away. perhaps there was something more to your relationship than you thought.

you were about to ask him what he meant when a loud banging came from the other side of the door. "okay, you two! that's ten minutes!"

onceler sighed, getting off of you and putting his clothes back on. you did the same, and the two of you walked out of the room, greeted by a group of smug faces.

"so," one of your friends began, a knowing grin on her face, "how was it?" they asked, looking at how messy the two of you looked.

you felt your face heat up, not wanting to answer. onceler spoke up, however, his signature smirk back on his face. "let's just say that i think we've finally figured out a way to get along."

#GREEDLER #onceler #the lorax #ask #onceler x reader #greedler x reader #smut #hate sex #enemies to lovers #y/n #reader insert #x reader

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