#so i could string shit together like the guy with the crazy eyes and the board with the red string

[lbhslefttiddie]

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[smooth-perceval]

A holiday promise.

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: it was Christmas time- unfortunately for the reader she wasn’t feeling the spirit when her boyfriend was being distant, little did she know he had a promise for her.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing? Some self doubt. Implied smut at the end but no smut included!

Key: Y/N (Your name) Y/L/N (Your Last name)

Word count: 1094

A/N: The longest I have written (for 12 day count down) andddd we’re posting 40 mins earlier so technically I posted a day early but we won’t discuss that 🥲

Lando had been different lately, I don’t know what I done- but it’s like he didn’t want to be around me… or he had a secret he was keeping from me.

And like any girl I doubted myself- and maybe him a little… there was days that he was my lando and there was days where I didn’t even know he existed.

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The days were rounding closer, and closer to Christmas Day, and I clasped onto the fine strings of my heart that this guy would stay around at least for Christmas…

I mean we share the same apartment but yet felt like two strangers… and I miss him- today I declared I was sitting my lando down and getting our shit together- today was the make or break.

Taking a deep breath I braced myself for the conversation ahead of me. Stepping into our apartment I kicked my shoes off and tugged my coat along with it. “Lan you home?”

Silence… until I heard a little thud from down the hall. Signalling he was but just ignoring me.

“Lan… if you scare me… I swear to the heavens I will leave your ass quicker than a McLaren pit stop!” Shoulders tensed I round the corner, pausing in my step.

“Lan?” Eyes trailing over the fake snow along our hallway floor. “Did you decorate without me?!” A gasp falling off my lips, I practically stomped down the hallway.

“You promised you wouldn’t!!”

“I hate talking to myself right now.”

“Lando Norris we need to-”

There he stood infront of the tall glass balcony doors, candles surrounding the entire lounge, the fake snow scattered around on the floor… clearly he ran out of snow half way through but it still looked magical, a mixture of the moon and the candles bouncing off his face. He looked pretty.

“Need to what?” A teasing smile was on his face, and I finally took in his appearance.

A plain black top and some joggers, pure white socks (with a lot of fake snow stuck to him but we won’t talk about that) and a small velvet box in hand.

“Needed to talk… what is going on- is this what I think this is?” My eyes welled with tears as I stood in the doorway slightly.

4 meters away from him and out of touch.

“What do you think this is?” My hand clasped over my mouth as I violently shook my head. “Words, use your words bubs.”

Silent tears fell on my cheeks as my hands slid down soothing my churning stomach. “You want to get married?” Whispering over to him, I embraced my arms around myself trying to stop the excitement and butterflies.

“Once I ask you then yes.” Laughing a little he nudged his head signalling for me to come over.

But I couldn’t move I was stuck in place. The only thing I could do was ball like a baby, Lando rushed over having a little giggle to himself wiping away my tears with his thumbs as best as possible, “hey, hey… it’s okay-” tilting my head back slightly, his eyes board into mine before dropping to one knee.

“Oh my-” sniffling I looked up at the ceiling before finding the courage to looked down at him, body still shaking like a leaf.

“You always said you didn’t want some huge proposal… said you preferred it being more intimate, nothing out the crazy- just two people declaring their love for one and another.” Nodding my head to everything he was saying I felt myself laugh a little. “You’re not the guy to do some huge proposal anyways.”

“Do you want me to ask you orrr?” A teasing smile crept back to his face, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Please ask me.”

After a brief pause, us both stopping the little giggles, he then took another deep breath before continuing. “Well here I am, down on one knee declaring to love and care for you for as long as you want me, hopefully till death do us part.” Laughing again a little he then shuffled slightly on his knee.

A choked laugh left my lips- but I couldn’t control myself from being a blubbering mess, sinking down to my knees infront of him, gripping his kneeled knee for security and support. “Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” And I froze once again.

Just staring at the man I love… this was all the reasons why for the last few months- it was all leading to this… I thought he’d leave me before Christmas… but yet here he was asking to love me.

“You really want to marry me?” Smiling at him, I squeezed his knee holding back another weep.

“It would be my honour.”

“Then yes Lando Norris, I will marry you.”

His eyes widen slightly, it took him a moment to realise what answer I had given. Before he sprung into action. I say sprung, we both watched his shaky hands take the beautiful ring out, before taking my hand in his and placing it on my finger. And only then did it feel real- it was a weird sensation, once that ring was on my finger it was like a wave of relief, love, security- everything washed over me.

In a split second his lips were on mine, eager yet tender- urgent yet full of love… business men share handshakes to secure a deal- lovers share sweet kisses to secure theirs, it was a sealed deal between me and Lando- for better for worse, till death do us part.

“I thought you were going to leave me…” mumbling against his lips, a little smile playing on mine.

“How could I ever.”

“I’ve been asking myself that continuously the past month, I didn’t believe you would.” Whispering feverishly lips now barely brushing as we pulled away. Leaning back we both basked in each others presence.

“Oh my camera!” Jumping up he quickly ran across the room, kicking snow everywhere.

“You recorded this?” A wide smile was on my face as I started to get up off the floor.

“Max didn’t believe I’d do it. I now have proof.”

Rolling my eyes I moved over to him as he toyed with the camera in hand. “Remind me why I said yes.”

“I can show you instead…” wiggling his brows at me I shook my head giggling.

“Please leave the camera in this room-” laughing also he set the camera down wrapping me up in his arms before whisking me away- sealing our holiday promise another way.

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OK SO SEOUL 2006. you’re up front watching Kirk do that solo after fwtbt, and holy shit you’re abt to freak, and he LOOKS AT U with this crazy ass look. after the show, security takes u backstage and Kirk fingerfucks tf outta u in the dressing room…

(If u don’t know what I’m talking abt btw I’ll send u the vid)

SEOUL KIRK IM ON MY KNEES

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁶

It was finally Metallica day. For years I've waited patiently to go see them live in South Korea. I grew up listening to 'Master of Puppets' with my dad, always dreaming of being in a mosh pit and getting crowd-surfed during the classics. And here I am standing front row at Olympic Gymnasium Hall, one of the best seats I could possibly hope for.

They're just finishing one of my favourite songs, For Whom The Bell Tolls, when the lights go dark and Kirk's solo pierces the air of the stadium.

I'm hooked. My eyes shoot wide and I'm basically ogling at him as he drips with sweat, his head rolling back as his bare chest shone.

There's something about an older rockstar that turns me on- the mystery and sexiness. I know he's seeing me through his smoky haze of sweat and effort.

It felt like he was looking straight into my soul. Like he knew what kind of thoughts were racing through my mind.

Those dark eyes, usually so sweet and awkward, almost evil as he staring at me, his sweaty fingers bending at the string like a madman, his other hand pounding down in the whammy.

He plays like he means it, and you can't help but feel every note.

His tongue is dripping with saliva from biting his lips hard, trying to keep control of himself in a room full of girls going crazy.

I lick my lips and squeeze myself together, knowing exactly where I want those lips. As he makes this last note, every guy around us goes nuts. I can hear screaming, clapping, yelling... I don't give a damn.

My mind and soul are only focused on him for the remainder of the show, he looks the sexiest he ever has.

After the show finally concluded, I find myself in the grip or a security guard, a man leaning in a telling me something.

He nodded his head and pointed behind me. I turn around to see Kirk smiling, pointing over his shoulder, as if he wants to leave.

Its only seconds before I'm being led down a dark hall. This couldn't be real. I walk to the dressing room door, which had been left open and peek inside.

"Hey", someone shouts from the side of the room, I turn to see Kirk walking towards me. "Nice to meet ya"

"I- um. hi.." I greet him awkwardly, unable to suppress my goofy smile.

I'm a fan girl all over again. Kirk holds out his hands like a knight greeting his lady in shining armour. He's shirtless still. His hair slick with sweat, his muscles strained from singing and playing guitar.

"In the dressing room, now." he smirks, pointing into the room.

I didn't hesitate, stepping past him into the dimly lit dressing room, filled with sound equipment and worn leather couches.

Kirk follows close behind, glancing over his shoulder to check no-one is watching. He shuts the door softly and steps closer to me. He leans in and whispers, "what do you think?"

I lean forward too, smiling widely. He notices I'm not wearing any bra underneath my black t-shirt. My nipples poking against my tight sports bra.

"I think we should get better acquainted." I whisper. That set him off, laughing loud enough to make sure there's nobody outside the room, then smiling slyly at me, turning away to sit on the couch.

I watch him sit, taking in the view of his naked torso. Kirk snickers and pats his thighs, so I follow his order and turn, sitting in his lap and leaning my back against his chest.

Our hips pressing tightly together, grinding slowly. He runs his hands up and down my stomach, scratching lightly.

I love how rough his hands are, he keeps glancing over at my tits swaying back and forth, feeling his cock growing under my ass. He wraps his arms around my body, lifting me up slightly.

His mouth presses on my neck, sucking gently. I moan loudly, my legs twitching. He presses his crotch against mine, letting me grind into his rock-hard dick.

"Is that what you wanted to get better acquainted with? You're such a naughty little thing." I look over at him and kiss him deeply, feeling our tongues dancing.

A faint noise of kissing starts, along with some light voices from people outside. I grin cheekily at him, my hands rubbing up and down his strong arms, feeing his bare back pressing on my chest. "You like that baby? Huh?"

Kirk slides his hands down my breasts, over my waist and carefully unbuttoned my jeans.

His hand moved down, sliding under my underwear. Pressing firmly against my mound, rubbing his fingertips against my clit. I gasp, putting both hands over his, applying more pressure to my pussy.

His wet fingers slide smoothly inside me, fucking my hole gently. I shut my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder. I let out long low breaths.

Feeling his fingers moving in and out of me slowly, making small circles with each movement. "Mmmhmmm." I moan in approval, turning my face and looking directly into his eyes, winking at him.

"Do you like my hands baby? Do they feel nice?" he asks, teasing me. I look at him with pleading eyes. It was getting harder to restrain myself. "Ahh yeaah.. mmm." I struggle to get words out.

His fingers were working their magic, massaging me deeper and harder until I felt a wave of pleasure radiate from my loins. "Fuck!" I shout, my eyes rolling back into my head. His hands never stop touching me.

"Lets get this sexy thing off of you," Kirk snickers into my ear before pulling his fingers out to slide down my lace thong.

I lift my hips to help him slip it down my legs. My panties crumpled in his fist.

Kirk tosses them to the ground and slides his hand back between my legs.

His middle finger finds my hole easily and slides right back in. I whimper at the sensations shooting through my core. "Ahh! Oh yeah..."

I groan quietly, arching my back, grinding my pussy hard against his hand. "Shit yes... Just keep doing that..." He spreads his thumb over my swollen clit and begins a slow circle motion.

God damn it feels good.

I grind harder, driving his finger deep inside my cunt as far as it can go. I breathe heavily, lost in the moment, my mind blanking out.

"Yesssss... just... oh god. don't stop." I pant desperately, feeling my orgasm building up from somewhere deep inside me.

"Do you want to cum for me baby?" Kirk growls in my ear. I shudder violently, my voice shaking. "Please,

pleaseeeeeeee" I beg him urgently. His index finger joins the other, stretching my walls even wider.

My clit tingles as he rubs feverishly. I can feel it coming, heat rising inside me, my skin starting to burn. His other hand holds onto my breast tightly, squeezing it roughly as he sucks on my neck.

His fingers pump wildly inside me as I reach my climax. The wave of ecstasy surges throughout my body, I cry out as every muscle in my body clenches hard, convulsing uncontrollably. I spasm all over the place. "Kirk!" I whine.

"That's it, love... breathe through it... oh yeah, I bet that feels real nice." he mumbled, giggling under his breath.

Slowly he slows down his rhythm and pulls out of me. All I could do was lie there completely exhausted. He pulled my back to him and held me close, nuzzling his nose in my hair.

Kirk kisses my temple with a sigh and a smile, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking off my juices.

"Good girl... real good.."

[eastsunbum]

INVISBLE STRING PT 2

pairing: stranger!matt x reader

summary : in which you and Matt had met as kids on a vacation, but lived too far away from each other. But some string pulled you together later on in life .

warnings : underage drinking

part 1.

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⤑ summer 2022

“I’m so happy you agreed to come to this party with me, I can’t deal with these fake influencers alone.” Isabel laughed while straightening my hair.

“You know I’d never miss a chance to go to a party. Plus who knows maybe I’ll find a mega hottie.” I replied causing us both to giggle.

I applied lipgloss before shoving it into my bag and going to pick out an outfit.

“What happened to that guy in your comments, matt isn’t it? He might be there tonight.” She gave me a knowing look while strapping her heels.

“Wait really?” My head whipped over into her direction.

“I think he and his brothers were invited, maybe you two will hit it off.”

“Don’t be crazy belly, he’s like famous now.”

Ultimately I decided on a black lacy mini shirt, and black tube top paired with black heels.

“So how do I look.” I asked belly shoving my belongings in my bag.

“Holy shit you look hot.” I giggled and pulled out my phone.

“Ok our ubers like here so we should go.”

ׂ╰┈➤

We’d arrived at the party about an hour ago and drinks were already flowing, music was blaring and chatter filled everyone’s ear.

“Bells I’ll be back I’m going to refill my drink.” I yelled to her over the music before making my way over to the drink station.

“Now what type of drink is that?” I heard someone say to my behind me.

“Acid in a cup-“ I giggled and turned around to face whoever was talking to me.

“Matt?!” My eyes practically popped out of my head when I saw the brunette boy infront of me.

“Hi Y/N.” His smile was as bright as I remember, blue eyes like glaciers, the only thing that changed was his now brunette hair was blonde.

“You look..wow. Like respectfully really hot.” My mouth spoke before my mind, but that happens every time i’m intoxicated.

“I could say the same thing about you.” He smirked down at me.

He looked around before setting on me again.

“Wanna go outside, there’s a fire and it’s way less stuffy.” He finished with a laugh.

The rest of the night I had spent my time with Matt. There was never a moment where we weren’t by each other’s sides.

“So you really don’t drink?” I questioned taking a swig of water.

“18 almost 19 years sober.” He winked at me.

“Y/N I really need to go home.” bells exclaimed grabbing my arm.

“Oh um ok, sorry matt I have to go.”

I gave him a saddening look before I was pulled away by my friend.

“Wait!” I felt a hand on now my other wrist causing me to stop.

“Can I get your number before you disappear for another 15 years.” Matt quickly pulled out his phone.

I bit back a smile while nodding, typing my number into his phone.

ׂ╰┈➤

⤑ summer 2023

“Happy one year Matty!” I exclaimed entering his room a big smile placed on my face.

“How are you so energetic in the morning.” He groaned and pulled me down to lay with him.

“Matt it’s 11:30.” I giggled and brushed stray hairs out of his face.

He sighed while just staring at me.

“What’s are your mind?” I questioned running my fingers through his hair.

“I think I’m ready..” My eyebrows furrowed,

“For the day? Matt i’m a little con-

“No, no. I’m ready to announce us. I know it took a long time but I think no I know I’m-

I cut him off my placing my lips on his gently.

“I love you Matt.”

“I love you my girl.”

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matthewsturniolo happy 1 year to my first kiss, the girl that’s my other half, she’s the funniest, most caring and gorgeous girl. thankful for that invisible string that brought us back together,

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user if she was using him they wouldn’t have been together for a year…

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ok so this is the last part, i wasn’t even gonna make a pt 2 but after all the requests i decided too

thank you all so much for the support on invisible string, i never expected any of it. i didn’t even think it was that good so all the support really meant a lot

i hope you guys like this

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Daddy & Duke | d. dennis & chrisnxtdoor

in which Chris asks Duke to watch yall & he does…

Duke wasn’t a conservative guy by any means, everyone knew that, but nothing could have prepared him for the request which Chris had just asked of him.

“Man what?” Duke asked again, unsure if he had heard what his friend really said.

“Bro, I’m for real man. She said it was something she has always wanted and you’re the only guy I know mature enough not to go run they mouth about it or make shit weird,” Chris stated matter of factly.

Duke scratched his head through his beaning, “So you are asking me to sit and watch you and your girl fuck?”

“Yeah nigga, she says the thought of that shit turn her on.” Chris stated.

“Man, that’s some crazy shit. Did she say she wanted it to be me that watched yall?” He quizzed.

“No, actually she said she didn’t want it to be anyone from AMP at all since she aint met yall yet and she don’t want the first impression she makes to be one like that.” Chris sighed. “But Duke you a handsome guy man so who else better. No homo though nigga.”

Duke just stared at the man across from him for a moment digesting what was just said. “Nigga what?”

“Man yes or no, fuck you making shit difficult.” Chris said slightly annoyed and before Duke could think about what he was nodding his head in agreement.

“Bet, ima drop you a lo tonight around 9 ish. Ima take her to dinner and ill leave the key underneath the mat just go in to the bedroom and wait ight.” Chris said excitedly.

“Ight man, fuck.” Duke agreed standing up.

“Real shit, thank you man. I knew I could count on you.” Chris said standing up and pulling Duke into a hug.

“Yeah, of course.” Duke said hugging the other man back.

With a smile Chris pulled away and walked out of the older mans room leaving only him and his thoughts together.

→

Go inna bathroom we finna be in

Duke stared at the text as he sat on the blue bed. When he had got the location from Chris he had just woken up from a nap and had to hurry to shower and get dressed and drive to the apartment. He was scared that there would be someone else in it but he was glad to see that the only other occupant was a small dog.

He pushed himself up off of the edge of the bed and entered the bathroom. Just as he did he heard the front door click open and a string of giggles coming from who he could only presume was you.

“Chris, what the fuck did you do?” He heard you say still giggling as you two got close to the door.

“Nothing, just keep yo eyes closed ok.” He heard his friend say as the bedroom door creaked open.

“Fine.” He heard you huff as you sat on the bed.

“Ok ima just put this on you so I know you aint gone peek ok baby.” Chris said.

“Alright.” You giggled.

A few moments passed and soon the door opened to expose Duke standing in the bathroom grinning ear to ear.

‘Sit right there’ Chris mouthed pointed to the grey velvet chair in the front of the room. Duke gave him a thumbs up and slowly walked to the chair careful not to make any noise, a certain anxious feeling making its way into his stomach- excitement disguised as anxiety really.

“Ok babygirl don’t take off your blind fold until I tell you ok.” Chris said creeping closer to you.

“Ok daddy.” You said voice quieter than before Duke noted mentally. He could finally get a good look at you for the first time too and he wanted to congratulate Chris, he did good. He could tell you were tiny, at least in comparison to the two of them just by the way your feet dangled as you sat on the edge of the bed. He could also see your thick thighs as they were on display by your shorts, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. You looked good and honestly if you weren’t with Chris he would try to make you one of his.

Chris sat down beside you and pulled you into his lap positioning his dick right in the crevasse of your ass and your back to his chest. “You ready love.” He whispered in your ear before peppering kissing along your neck. His eyes locked with his friends for a moment before they started looking back at you.

You only moan in response tilting your head back and arching your back a little pushing your ass into his dick even more. Duke drinks up the sight, shifting in his seat as he sees his friends hand slide in your shorts and begin massaging your pussy.

“Daddy take them off please.” You beg spreading your legs apart to give him better access.

Chris silently obliges and swiftly removes them leaving you only in a gray thong. Dukes breath hitched as he say the wet spot right on your pearl. He shifted his hips up and legs apart as he began to feel himself hardening at the sight. It was so lewd, but so sexy.

He watched as Chris’ long digits began to rub circles right in the wet spot and the fabric sank within your folds- his lips still nipping at your neck all the while.

“Daddy, stop teasing me.” You whined, hands gripping his wrists.

“Tell me what you want mama, use your words.” He murmured into your neck, large hands rising to grip at your breast.

“Fuck me, eat me, anything.” You say breathlessly.

Chris smirks as he begins to tug the end of the fitted top you had on slipping it over your head, careful not to pull the mask off along with it exposing your breast. Duke took a sharp breath at the sight feeling himself becoming harder by the moment.

“You want daddy to fuck you baby?” Chris asked lowly in your ear his own length nudging at your ass.

“Yes please.” You pleaded, pussy throbbing as he was still rubbing slow circles through your underwear.

Wordlessly Chris lifts you from his lap just to slip his shorts down to release his dick and you can now feel it against your ass. He slides your panties to the side finally exposing your slick, aching pussy. Duke becomes restless at the sight and feels like this surprise for you is somehow punishment for him. He wants to glide his fingers through your folds and watch as you lick your juices off of them, but he is imprisoned to the chair in front of you.

Chris rubs himself through your folds basking in the slickness of your clit coating his tip before he finally positions himself with your entrance and slowly lowers your down onto him. Your breath hitching as he finally fully gets to a halt, the entire length buried inside of your wetness.

“Fuck.” The younger man mutters closing his eyes briefly to bask in the bliss.

At these words you slowly begin to grind on him and Dukes eyes become transfixed on your breast that bounce during this motion. He can’t help as his hand goes down to palm himself through the sweats. Chris notices this and grins. He grabs your hips and begins thrusting into you.

“Ah fuck, daddy.” You cry out, reaching back to find his body.

“ You like that baby?” Chris questions.

“I love it daddy!” You cry out.

As the words spill out of your mouth Chris without a second thought reaches up and takes off the fabric that was covering your eyes. As your eyes adjust to your renewed sense, you immediately lock eyes with the man in front of you and gasp.

“You like it huh baby, this what you wanted aint it?” Chris is the one to speak first and honestly it is turning him on too. He never expected that having one of his closest friends or anyone for that matter watching him in such an intimate setting as this would give him this kind of thrill, but it did. He wanted to bend you over and offer Duke your mouth as a sign of gratitude, but this was more than enough for the moment.

Your mouth is open, but words aren’t able to come out as you stare at the man in front of you. His lips were slightly parted as his hand gripped his own length through his sweatpants, and you were able to see the diamonds that were in his mouth. His high cheekbones and chocolate skin were illuminated perfectly in the lighting from the room, and you couldn’t deny that he was handsome.

Chris hand gripping your throat bought you back to reality and you let out a loud cry as he pulled you into the bed and pushed your head down into the blanket. Duke breathed heavily as he spotted thesmall cherry tattoo on your right cheek and snaked his hand underneath his waistband pulling himself out.

“Answer me baby.” Chris says again, snaking a hand around your neck “Aint this what you wanted.”

“Y-yes, this is what I wanted daddy.” You moan, as he slams into you.

“What you supposed to say? “He growls voice low.

“Thank you.” You say your voice barely above a whisper.

“I cant fucking hear you baby, what you say?” He asks again hips snapping into yours, sending ripples throughout your ass.

“I said thank you daddy.” You cry as you grip the sheets in attempts to brace yourself as he continues to assault your cunt.

“And what you wanna say to Duke?”

The older of the two perks up as he hears his friend finally mention his name.

Your eyes low and full of need bore into his tight ones and you moan. “T-thank you Duke.” You moan out.

Dukes tempo increases as he continues to stroke himself and for the first time since he has been here he spoke, voice low and full of lust, “Ya welcome gorgeous.”

Chris continues his assault of you and Duke continues to watch, transfixed on the sight in front of him and unable to take his eyes away even if that was what he desired. He wanted you, and in some small part of his mind he wanted to be with yall. He wanted to add to this dynamic of dominance and create his own role in your life. He wanted to see you underneath him just as you were with Chris, he wanted to be the one to taste you on his lips, to kiss you, to squeeze you. He wanted you more than anything right now, but Chris. He had the upmost respect for his friend, afterall if not for him he would have not been able to witness you and all your glory.

“You hear that baby,” Chris voice broke him away from his thoughts, “He said youre gorgeous. He thinks you look gorgeous like this- ass up, pussy full of my dick”

Duke now took a little time to admire his friend, and he was beyond surprised. He never took Chris as one to be this vocal ever, but here it seemed as though he was the shining star, leading you with his words and actions and everything that you did was as an extension of him.

“Y-yes daddy, I heard him” You whine, “Thank you Duke.”

Duke cant help but float at how effortlessly his name tumbles from your lips.

“You gone be a good girl and squirt for daddy and Duke?” Chris says feeling his climax nearing, and reaching his arm around and fingers beginning to massage your clit.

You cant help the loud whines that escape your mouth as he stimulates your center eyes locked on the man in front of you stroking himself vigorously to the tempo of you and Chris, lip between his glistening teeth.

“Yeah that’s it baby I feel it squirt on daddy dick and show Duke what a good girl you are.” Chris grunts his breath getting quicker as he feels himself closer and closer to his release.

Your body goes limp and a mixture of cries and huffs escape your mouth as you feel the man behind you pull out and attaches his mouth to your clit sucking as you squirt all over his face. He only stops when you go limp and fall onto the bed to reinsert his dick and pound you like a madman chasing his own climax.

Your eyes shoot to Dukes as you hear a struggled grunt escape his mouth as his hand and hoodie become painted with white stripes.

“Fuck.” You hear Chris cry as you feel his dick twitch within your walls and his warm cum fills your insides. His strokes are small as he fucks you through his release. Once he’s done he collapses onto your side, arm on your ass as he rubs circles into it.

Exhaustion washes over you like a tide and you feel your eyes become low and your mind clouded. Chris takes a few moment to catch his breath before sliding off the bed and walking in the bathroom taking a quick look at his friend as he did so.

“Hey, ima run her a bath if you wanna wait till I get her in I can get a rag and some of my sweatpants.” He offers his friend.

“Type shit, preciate it.” Duke agrees grateful.

As Chris begins to walk off he looks back at the older of the pair and grins, “That shit was good wasn’t it, I was killing her shit.”

Duke cant help the laugh that escapes his lips. “Hell yeah nigga you did yo shit.”

“On God nigga but say next time you gotta join that shit had her ass wet as fuck.”

Duke couldn’t help but smile “Type shit, next time.”

yall like it?? i felt like i finally got back in my element lmk what yall think!

[itneverendshere]

invisible string - r.c series (three) (+18)

pairing: pogue!rafe x kook!sweetheart!reader warnings: angst; smut; fluff. part one; part two

Rafe rarely ever fought with you. 

Sure, he’d thrown his weight around with just about everyone else, but with you?

He’d dropped the whole tough-guy bullshit months ago. Hell, he’d even cried in front of you, ugly sobbing and all. He didn’t let himself be that vulnerable with anyone else, but today... today he felt like his skin was too tight and he was two seconds away from losing it.

He didn’t understand why you were pushing so hard. You kept going, saying the same things over and over, and he was trying so damn hard to stay calm, but every word you said just felt like gasoline on a fire.

He wasn’t even mad at you, not really.

He was mad at everything else—at himself, at how nothing ever seemed to go right, at how he always felt one wrong move away from everything falling apart. And now you wanted to talk about it again, like you didn’t see how close he was to just snapping.

It felt like you didn’t get it. No matter how many times you two talked about it, you still thought there was some perfect world where you could just be together out in the open, like it was no big deal.

But it was a big deal. A huge fucking deal.

He leaned against the wall of the shed, arms crossed, just watching you. You looked so damn hopeful like he was really about to show up to your graduation party and stand next to you like some lost puppy. You had this big party planned at your place. Parents, family, all your Kook friends. The whole scene. And you wanted him there. Like your parents weren’t gonna lose their minds if they saw him anywhere near you.

He could practically see your dad’s face already, that look of disappointment or disgust or whatever the hell he’d call it.

Rafe wasn’t dumb. He knew his place around here.

And sure, you knew the basics too: you were heading off to college soon, your life was on this perfect, shiny path, and his...well, his was a whole mess in comparison. But it was like you couldn’t see the bigger picture. Or maybe you just didn’t want to.

You acted like everything between you two would stay the same, like you could just waltz into your new life with him still in it, like he could just follow you there. But Rafe knew better. You were leaving in four months, and that thought sat heavy in his chest every time he was around you now.

And here you were talking about the party again, like his presence there wouldn’t blow up everything.

He wanted to be there for you, more than anything, but not like that. Not surrounded by your perfect little world while he felt like an outsider, waiting for someone to call him out. It was like you didn’t even see the bomb that was about to go off if he stepped foot into your life like that.

“Are you listening to me?”

He ran a hand down his face, trying to hold onto whatever thread of control he had left. “I am listenin',” he muttered, though his voice came out harder than he meant.

“No, you’re not,” you said, a little firmer this time. "You’re shutting down again, like you always do when I bring this up."

He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want this to turn into some big blow-up. But damn, why couldn’t you just drop it for once? Why did you always have to dig, always push when he was hanging by a thread?

“Are coming tonight or not?” you asked for the millionth time, like it was no big deal. Just a party. “It’s nothing crazy.”

He let out a short laugh, not even bothering to hide the sarcasm. Yeah, right. “Like your dad’s not gonna lose his shit the second he sees me?”

“Rafe—” you started, but he already knew where this was going. Same conversation, different day.

You were standin’ there, looking at him with those big, hopeful eyes and it killed him. You were always calm, always trying to make sense of shit when sometimes there just wasn’t any sense to be made.

And right now, he didn’t have the patience for it.

He cut you off. “You really think it’s that easy? You think I can just show up, grab a drink, and blend in with your crowd like we’re in some damn movie? Tell everyone how ‘m your homeless boyfriend?”

You looked frustrated like you couldn’t wrap your head around why this was such a big deal. He wished you could see it from his side, but how could you? You weren’t a pogue.

You didn’t know what it was like being the guy no one wanted around anymore. Hell, he barely had anywhere to crash before you helped him out. And now, what? He was supposed to show up to your graduation party and pretend like he belonged?

He was getting worked up now. He knew it. But damn, how was he supposed to just walk into that house, standing next to you while everyone whispered about how he would be dragging you down?

“It’s my party,” you said, taking a step closer. “I don’t care what they think. I want you there.”

He clenched his jaw and looked away. You didn’t get it. This wasn’t just about your daddy or your friends or even you. It’s about the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he was always gonna be that guy they look at sideways like he wasn’t worth a dam.

“Yeah? And what happens when they start askin’ questions?” He asked, voice low, trying to keep the edge out of it. “When they find out we’ve been sneakin’ around for months? You think they’ll just be cool with that? You wanna throw all that away, for me?”

Your face tightened up, hurt showing in your eyes, and damn if that didn’t make his chest twist up inside. He hated seeing you like that.

“I’m just tired of pretending like I’m ashamed of you.”

That one hit hard, harder than he expected.

He dropped his head, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling like he was about to lose it. “M’ not doing this to hurt you,” he muttered, trying to pull himself back together. “I’m doing it ‘cause I care about you.”

He was protecting this.

You shook your head like you didn’t believe him. “No, you’re doing this ‘cause you think you’re protecting me from something that doesn’t even matter. None of this—my parents, the Kook bullshit—none of it matters to me.”

You didn’t curse often, but when you did, he knew you were upset. Rafe let out a frustrated sigh, looking down at his boots, the ones you’d bought him a month ago, kicking at some dirt on the ground. He hated this. Hated how you made it seem so simple. Like you could just snap your fingers, and everything would fall into place.

"Doesn't matter to you," he muttered, shaking his head. "But it matters to them. It matters to the people you gotta see every day. Your parents, your friends... hell, half the damn island. You think they won’t care? That they won’t look at you different if they see you with me?"

You were right there in front of him now, reaching out to touch his arm, but he tensed up, not ready for the comfort. Not when his head was a mess.

“I don’t care what they think. Why do you?"

That question. That damn question. It was always the same one, and he never had a good answer for it. He didn’t care what they thought, not about him.

But you? You deserved better. And even if you didn’t see it that way, he did.

“I care ‘cause you’re... you’re better than all that, alright?" His voice was gruff, trying to keep from saying too much, but it was getting harder. "You got your whole future lined up, you’re set. College, whatever the hell you wanna do. And then there's me, dragging you down with all my bullshit. You deserve—"

“I deserve to make my own choices,” you cut in, stepping even closer, so close now that he could feel the warmth of your skin, hear the frustration under your breath. “And I choose you. I don’t care about any of that other stuff. I want you there tonight. With me.”

The way you said it, it almost made him want to believe it. Almost.

Rafe clenched his jaw, eyes drifting up to meet yours. You really believed it, didn’t you? That this could work. That you two could just show up, be together, and it wouldn’t matter what anyone thought. Part of him wanted to grab onto that same hope, hold it tight, and say “fuck it” to everything else.

But the other part—the part that had seen how the world worked, how Kooks looked down on Pogues like him—knew better.

"Just 'cause you want it, doesn’t makes it real.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Like we can just walk in there and no one’s gonna give a shit that you’re standing next to me.”

You crossed your arms now, jaw set in that stubborn way that usually meant you weren’t backing down. “I don’t care anymore, Rafe. I’m tired of living by their rules. This is my life."

He felt a flare of anger burn in his chest. Not at you, but at the situation. At the fact that he couldn’t just be the guy you wanted him to be, the guy who could walk into that party and not feel like he was sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Yeah?” he snapped back, voice rough. “And what about next time, huh? What about the next party or when your dad finds out and says you’re not allowed to see me anymore. What then?”

You stared at him, eyes hard, like you were daring him to say more, but there was something else in your expression, something that made his throat tighten. "You’re just looking for an excuse," you said quietly. "You’re scared."

Maybe you were right. Maybe he was scared.

Scared that if he let himself believe this could work, he’d end up losing you in the end anyway. Scared that the moment you really saw how different your lives were, you’d leave, and he’d be the one standing there, broken.

“Can’t you just drop it?”

“You’re being mean.”

He wasn’t trying to hurt you—not really. But he didn’t know how else to get through your head, how to make you see what he saw.

“So what if I am. Maybe I need to be. You’re not listening to me.”

You didn’t flinch, didn’t back down, and that just pissed him off more. You should be mad. You should hate him for not just going along with this, for making it all so damn hard. But there you were, looking at him like you still believed in him. Like he was worth it. And fuck, that was the hardest part.

Your eyes were glassy, and he could see it—the hurt. The way you blinked fast, your lips pressed tight, like you were holding it all in, it killed him.

“You’re pushing me away,” you said, voice shaky as hell. “And I don’t get it. You’re actin’ like I’d be better off without you.”

He clenched his fists, feeling that familiar burn of frustration flare up. He didn’t want to yell at you.

Hell, he never wanted to make you cry, but you didn’t get it. Part of him wanted to shake you, make you see things the way he saw them. The other part? The part that hurt every time you talked about leaving, about how you had this whole future ahead of you... that part just wanted to pull you in and hold on tight.

He laughed, a sharp, humorless sound. “Yeah? Well, someone needs to. 'Cause you’re blind if you think this ends with us living happily ever after.”

You flinched, like his words had hit you straight in the chest. And then, the tears came, and he couldn’t stop them this time. You wiped at your face, trying to hold it together, but he’d already done the damage.

He was falling apart right in front of you, and he hated that you had to see it. Hated that you were the only person who ever saw him like this.

He hated himself for saying it, but he couldn’t stop now. Couldn’t stop the truth from comin’ out, no matter how much it hurt. “You’re leavin’ in four months, and I’m still here. Still... me. And I’m not draggin’ you down with all my crap. You deserve better than that.”

You reached out, grabbing his arm, and the way you touched him made somethin’ inside him crack. “I don’t want better, Rafe. I want you.”

“Yeah?” He barked out a laugh, bitter and hollow. “And what happens when you’re gone? When you’re off at college, livin’ your life, and I’m still here, stuck in this place? You think this... whatever this is, is gonna last?”

Your voice broke a little when you spoke again. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m doin’ it ‘cause I care about you,” he said, voice dropping low, rough around the edges. “More than anything. But you... you got a future. You got everythin’ ahead of you. And me? I ain’t got nothin’ but a one-way ticket to nowhere.”

You were cryin’ now, and that damn near killed him. You never cried, not like this. “That’s not true. Why can’t you see that? I’m not leaving you behind.”

Rafe finally looked up, meeting your eyes, and he could see it—could see how much you meant it.

And damn, he wanted to believe it. Wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, you were right. But he’d been around long enough to know how this world worked, and it never worked out for guys like him.

“I can’t be the one to ruin your life,” he said, stepping back, pulling away from your touch even though it felt like it was tearing him apart to do it. “I won’t.”

“Rafe,” you whispered, voice broken and pleading, but he shook his head.

“Just... let it go,” he muttered, turning his back to you. He couldn’t handle it anymore. Couldn’t handle seeing you hurt, knowing it was his fault. Knowing he was the reason your heart was breaking.

"Fine," you choked out, voice only just holding steady. "If you don’t want me there, then I’ll stop trying.”

You turned on your heel, storming off, but not before he saw your shoulders shake. 

Fuck.

That shit crushed him, but still, he didn’t move.

Just stood there, fists clenched, staring at the ground while you walked away from him. He knew he’d ruin the best thing that ever happened to him, he just didn’t expect it to happen this soon. He wanted to go after you, and say something to make it right, but what was the point? 

He always fucked it up somehow.

He leaned his head back against the shed, staring up at the sky, feeling like an absolute waste of space.

You had everything going for you—family, friends, a future—and what the hell did he have? Nothing but bad luck and a reputation that dragged behind him like a chain. He didn’t even know why you bothered with him sometimes. You were too good, too kind.

And he? He was the definition of a screw-up. Always saying the wrong thing, always ruining the good moments before they even had a chance to get started.

He slid down the wall until he was sitting in the dirt, head in his hands, wishing he could just be different. Wishing he didn’t care so much about what your dad thought or how your friends would whisper when you weren’t around. He wished he could just be the guy you saw, the guy you believed in.

Hours later, the party at your place was in full swing, and he knew you were there, trying to have a good time without him. He hadn’t shown up, of course. Just like he said he wouldn’t. Rafe stayed back, back in that stupid abandoned house, trying to tell himself this was for the best. 

He could hear the distant sound of music coming from your house, the laughter of your Kook friends echoing through the night air. It was the kind of party he never really belonged at—one where everyone showed up in their clean-cut clothes, fresh haircuts, and fancy cars. The kind of life he never had a shot at, not really. And here he was, stuck in the dirt, hands covered in grime, still trying to figure out why the hell you kept fighting for him.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew this was what was supposed to happen. You deserved to be there, with your people, not hanging around with someone like him. You’d be fine without him weighing you down. Hell, you’d probably be better off in the long run. He’d hurt you. He knew it. Saw it clear as day when you walked off, tears in your eyes, but he didn’t go after you. He didn’t know how.

But then his phone buzzed—the phone you had gotten him—and he looked down to see your name flashing on the screen. He stared at it for a second, his gut twisting, then picked up.

“Yeah?”

All he could hear on the other end was you crying. That soft, broken cry made his chest feel like it was caving in.

“Hey, hey,” he said quickly, standing up straighter. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer right away, just kept crying, and that was worse than anything you could’ve said. His heart was pummeling to the ground, and he was already on his feet, ready to head over before you even asked.

“Sweetheart,” he tried again, trying to keep himself from sounding as panicked as he felt. “What happened? Talk to me.”

You sniffled hard, trying to talk through the sobs. “Rafe, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” You couldn’t even finish the sentence, your voice all shaky and broken.

He couldn’t stand to hear you like that, not when he knew it was his fault. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing now, feeling like a total jackass.

“Stop crying, darlin’,” he muttered, voice softer now. “I hate when you cry.”

“I’m just so upset,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “I didn’t want us to fight like that. I just miss you.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, feeling like shit. He could hear the party still going in the background, but all you wanted was him. He knew that, but somehow he’d still managed to mess everything up.

“Where are you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“My room,” you muttered, “I couldn’t stay down there. I feel so stupid.”

His heart twisted, and before he even knew what he was doing, he was throwing on his jacket, heading out.

“I’m coming’ over,” he said, his voice firm.

“What?” you sounded surprised. “Rafe, you don’t have to—”

“I’m coming’,” he interrupted you, his voice low but serious. “Stay there. I’ll be there in a few.”

Twenty minutes later, he was sneaking around the side of your house, ducking behind bushes to avoid being seen. The party was still going, people everywhere, but all he cared about was getting to your window. He knew how to sneak into your room like the back of his hand by now. Too many months of practice.

He climbed through, landing quiet as a mouse, and saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, looking down at your hands. Your eyes were red from crying, and he felt that familiar guilt twisting in his gut.

When you looked up and saw him, you stood fast, like you couldn’t believe he was actually there.

Before he could say anything, you were in his arms, holding onto him tight, like you were scared he might disappear. Rafe held you, his chin resting on top of your head as you pressed into him, your fingers clutching at the back of his jacket like you didn’t want to let go. He knew he'd screwed up. He always did. But when you were there, clutching him like he was the only thing that mattered, it made him question everything he'd told himself.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your face buried in his chest, your body shakin’ from the sobs.

Rafe wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, like he was trying to make up for every shitty thing he’d said. “You don’t gotta apologize, alrigh’?” he muttered, his voice low and rough. “This one’s on me.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him, tears still in your eyes, and damn if it didn’t make him want to punch himself.

“I don’t care about the party or the people,” you practically whimpered, “I just want you, Rafe.”

He stared down at you, feeling’ that knot in his throat. He didn’t deserve you. He never had. But here you were, saying you wanted him anyway.

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” He exhaled, “I just... I don’t know how to do this right. I’m scared I’m just gonna hurt you.”

You shook your head, your hands resting on his chest. “You don’t have to protect me. I just want you to let me in.”

He swallowed hard. You were all he wanted, but damn if it didn’t scare the hell out of him sometimes.

Still, he wasn’t about to lose you. Not like this.

The warmth of you against him, the way you fit so perfectly into his chest—it made him feel like he might just be okay. Like maybe, for once, things didn’t have to be so damn complicated.

But that didn’t mean the doubts were gone. He pulled back just a little, enough to see your face, brushing a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

 “You know I’m not good at this, right?” His voice was low, rough, like he was almost ashamed to say it. “I don’t wanna screw things up, but I don’t always know how to… be better.”

You looked up at him, your eyes still watery but soft, full of that same stubborn affection you always had for him. “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to let me in when it gets hard.”

He let out a slow breath, trying to wrap his head around how you could want him—still want him—after all the times he’d messed up. “I’m tryin’, alright?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “I don’t wanna push you away, but sometimes it feels like that’s the only thing I know how to do.”

You gave him this sad little smile, like you knew exactly what he meant. “I don’t care if you push sometimes,” you conceded, “Just—don’t leave. Don’t make me feel like I’m in this alone.”

That hit him harder than anything.

He realized then, as much as he was scared of dragging you down, you were scared of him disappearing. No matter how fucked up things got, no matter how much he doubted himself or the future, he wasn’t about to let you slip away.

You bit your lip, like you were debating whether or not to say something, and for a second, Rafe felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“I love you, Rafe.”

Those three words hit him harder than anything ever had. Harder than all the fights, the doubts, the shit he carried around like it was glued to his skin. His heart just about stopped in his chest, and he just stared at you like you’d knocked the wind out of him.

“What—what did you just say?” His voice came out hoarse like he didn’t trust what he heard.

“I love you,” you said again, a little more sure this time. You smiled, but your eyes were still searching his, like you were waiting for him to say something back.

Like maybe he wouldn’t.

His head started spinning, like the room had just tilted sideways.

He could feel his pulse hammering in his throat, and suddenly he wasn’t sure if he was about to pass out or just drop to his knees. How the hell were you standing there, looking at him, and saying that?

His mouth opened, but nothing came out. He felt his knees wobble for a second, like his legs were going to give out. Jesus Christ, get it together, he thought, trying to pull in a breath, but it felt like the air got stuck halfway down his throat.

“You love me?” His voice cracked, and he hated how insecure he sounded, how unsure. But it was like his brain couldn’t process those words coming from you.

You nodded, stepping closer, your hand slipping back to his chest, right over his heart. “Yeah. I love you.”

Rafe’s heart was pounding so hard now, he thought it might actually explode. He blinked, then swallowed hard, still trying to make sense of what was happening.

It wasn’t like he didn’t believe you—it was just, how the hell did he deserve that? Deserve you?

“Shit…” He whispered, almost to himself, and suddenly his legs felt weak again. “I... I—fuck, I don’t know what to say.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

But he did.

He needed to say something, anything, to let you know what that meant to him. His throat felt tight, like he might choke if he didn’t get it out.

 “I—I love you too.” It came out fast, like he was scared if he didn’t say it quick enough, you might take it back. "I love you, too. So fucking much, I don't even know what to do with it half the time.”

He looked down at you, and for once, he didn’t care if he was being soft or vulnerable or any of that shit that scared him before.

He just wanted you to know how much he needed you, how much you meant to him.

And as soon as the words were out, you smiled, this big, radiant smile that lit up your whole face, and Rafe felt like he might actually faint this time.

His heart was gonna burst wide open. He pulled back a little, still holding onto you, his forehead resting against yours. 

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear that,” he muttered, “I’ve never—no one’s ever...”

You smiled, brushing your thumb over his cheek, and it was so gentle, so full of love, that it almost knocked him off his feet all over again.

“You deserve it,” you reminded him again, “You deserve to be loved.”

There you were, always telling him of what he was deserving of. 

“I love you,” he whispered again, just to make sure you knew. He buried his face in your neck, his arms enveloping you tighter than before.

You loved him. You loved him. And he loved you.

It felt like the confession had lightened up something inside you.

He’d thought about how it would go, the first time you two would be together like that. In his head, it was always this big moment, something special. 

He was rough around the edges, sure, but he wanted to do it right. He wanted it to be perfect for you. He'd even thought about planning something out—candles, a slow build, maybe a weekend when no one was around.

His breath was ragged as he felt you pull him closer, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. He’d thought about this moment a thousand times—hell, probably more—but never like this.

Not rushed, not with everyone downstairs, and definitely not with you looking at him like you couldn’t wait any longer. You kissed him like you couldn’t stop, fingers already slipping beneath the fabric, making it hard for him to think straight.

“Sweetheart...” his voice was low with that familiar southern drawl, like he was trying to hold it all together. “You sure ‘bout this? We got a house full of people downstairs.”

You kissed him harder, pulling his shirt over his head, and he nearly lost his mind right then and there. He wanted to slow down, make this moment perfect for you, but the way you were all over him? It made him forget every plan he’d ever had. He let out a shaky breath, his hands settling on your waist, trying to ground himself. 

Jesus, this wasn’t how he’d imagined it.

He wanted to slow down, wanted to make this moment last, but you were already working your hands up his chest, and it was driving him insane.

“I don’t care,” you muttered against his lips, your breath hot and all desperate.

Damn, if you weren’t the most stubborn, determined girl he’d ever met. But he loved that about you. Loved how you always knew exactly what you wanted. And right now? It was clear you wanted him. His hands slid up your back, fingers tracing the curves he’d been dreaming about for months.

Rafe let out a groan, trying his best to keep it together, but you were making it damn near impossible. “I was... I was tryin’ to be romantic for once,” he mumbled as he looked into your eyes, practically begging himself to slow down, to make this right. “Was thinkin’ candles, music... not with your whole damn family downstairs, baby.”

You laughed, breathless, and pulled him even closer, your body against his. “You don’t want me?” There was a hint of challenge in your voice like you didn’t believe him.

His blue eyes went wide. “What? ‘Course I want you,” he said, almost shocked you’d even think that. “‘I’ve always wanted you. You gotta know that.”

You looked up at him and he nearly came on the stop, “Then stop holding back.”

Every last bit of control he had glided right out of his hands. You were there, right in front of him, pulling him into you, like you didn’t care about anything else. All his plans, all his ideas of some perfect first time? Out the damn window.

 “You... you look so damn beautiful. This dress— I can’t get over how good you look in it.”

You giggled, and for a moment, the heat between you two softened into something tender, something that made his chest ache.

He loved that sound. Loved the way it lit up your face, like you had no idea just how much you meant to him.

He kissed you again, slow at first like he was trying to be a gentleman, but the way you kissed him back, so eager, so damn hungry—it broke whatever restraint he had left. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, feeling the soft fabric of your dress against his skin, and it sent a jolt through him, making him lose track of everything but you. The room felt too small, and all he could think about was how long he’d been waiting for this—for you.

His hands trembled as he reached for the hem of your dress, hesitating for a second before pulling it up, revealing the soft skin of your waist. He was trying to stay calm, to keep his mind from racing, but it felt damn near impossible with the way you were looking at him.

You were everything.

He swallowed hard, “I... I wanna take my time with you,” he murmured, like he was scared he’d crack the spell between you if he spoke too loud. His fingers brushed over your skin, gentle, as he lifted your dress the rest of the way, eyes flicking up to yours, searching for any sign that you wanted him to stop.

You didn’t.

If anything, you moved even closer, your breathing coming out in quick, giddy breaths. There was something endearing about it—like neither of you really knew what you were doing, but you both wanted it so badly. You were learning together.

Your dress fell to the floor, and he just stared for a moment, blue eyes all wide, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “Goddamn..”

His hands hovered over your skin, like he didn’t want to rush, but you were yanking him impossibly closer, urging him on. He began to move again, gliding slowly over your bare skin, every touch reverent, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he wasn’t careful enough.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands still roaming over your body, savoring every inch of you. The soft sighs you made only pushed him further, made him forget everything except how much he wanted to make you feel good, how much he needed this to be good for you.

His was light-headed as he whispered your name, “God, I love you— I don’t think you even know how much.”

“I think I do,” you whispered back, lips brushing his neck. “Show me.”

He reached for the delicate straps of your bra and pulled them down your shoulders, like he was unwrapping the most precious thing in the world.

He paused for a second, looking into your eyes, making sure you were still with him, still wanting this as much as before.

You nodded softly, your lips parted, your breath coming out in shallow gasps. His fingers found the clasp, fumbling slightly, and he cursed under his breath with a rough chuckle, “Sorry, baby… it’s just—damn, I’m mess right now.”

You beamed at him, all the tension melting away, “You’re doing’ just fine,” you whispered, urging him to keep going.

With one final tug, the clasp gave way, and your bra slipped off, falling to the floor. Rafe’s eyes darkened as he took you in, his mouth going dry. He swallowed hard like he couldn’t believe this was real.

His hands moved steadily, fingertips grazing your bare skin as he lowered them to your waist, where the last piece of fabric still clung to your body. He hesitated for just a second, his eyes coming back to yours, silently asking for permission.

 “I want you.”

That was all it took.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear, sliding them down, savoring every inch of you as you were revealed to him. He let out a low groan, as he finally saw you—all of you.

He needed to remind himself this was real. That you were his. “Fuck,” His voice was filled with awe. "You’re perfect.”

Your fingers drifted lower, tugging at the waistband of his jeans and you felt noticed how his body tensed under your touch, his muscles rippling as he tried to keep himself calm.

“C’mon,” you purred, just teasing as you pulled at the button, “I think it’s your turn now.”

Rafe’s lips curved into that cocky grin he knew you loved, "You sure ‘bout that, sweetheart?" 

You nodded, small hands already working to unbutton his jeans. He almost let out a prayer, biting his lip as you slipped them down, his body shivering as your fingers brushed against his skin.

His jeans fell to the floor, and you took a step back, admiring him like he was worth all that staring. Rafe stood there in nothing but his boxers, chest heaving with all that uncontrollable love he felt for you.

His eyes were locked on yours, full of that same intense need, but there was something tender in them too, he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, undressing him like this. But you were real, standing there with him and undressing him like you wanted every single piece of him. 

With a soft smile, you reached up, fingers twitching at the waistband of his boxers, your eyes never leaving his. The way you looked at him as you slid them down slowly, revealing every inch of him? He was never letting that go.

Rafe just stood there for a moment, completely bare, his body a little rigid with anticipation, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as you took him in.

"You're perfect too," your eyes roamed over him, taking in the sharp lines of his body, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

When you stepped closer, hands touching his hips now, dragging him towards you, his fingers found your hair, tangling in it as he leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, pouring everything he couldn’t say into that kiss.

"Jesus," he whispered against your lips, eyes closing as he tried to breath through his excitement, "You're drivin' me crazy.”

You just let out soft little laugh that made his stomach flip, your fingers mapping over his jaw, keeping him close. His whole body was buzzing with need, his skin burning wherever you touched him, but there was something else in the way you were looking at him—a kind of trust that he wasn’t sure he deserved but fuck if he wasn’t going to do everything to live up to it.

His hands skimmed back down to your hips, your bare skin against his, and for a second, he couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe right. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of you, trying to calm his racing heart.

“You know I’ll take care of you,” he promised, "I want this to be good for you— I’ve always wanted this to be good for you."

You tilted his face down, your lips brushing against his “It already is, Rafe. Just...just be with me."

That was all he needed.

Rafe’s hands touched all over you like he was trying to memorize every part of you, like he couldn’t believe you were letting him have this.

He kissed you, slow but needy, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and the way you responded made his entire body shake. His hands ended up back in your waist, thumb brushing the skin, lifting you just a little and guiding you to the bed, where you both sank into the mattress together.

His weight settled over you, your bodies fitting together in this perfect way that made his head spin. He leaned down, kissing your neck, your collarbone, every inch of skin he could reach.

Your breath came in short gasps, your hands gripping his shoulders as he kissed his way down your body, and Rafe swore he could die.

“You’re everything,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse with emotion. "You don't even know... how long I've wanted this. How much I want you."

His fingers moved down, brushing the inside of your thigh. He hesitated for a moment, eyes searching yours, needing that confirmation one more time. You nodded, biting your lip.

His fingers slid between your thighs, slow at first, the warmth of your skin making him shudder. He exhaled sharply, opening you up to him, feeling how ready you were, and it nearly drove him insane. His fingers moved carefully, testing the waters, the softest groan escaping his lips as he found that sensitive spot.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered, like he couldn’t believe the way you felt under his touch.

Your breath caught, hips shifting toward him, a soft moan breaking loose as his fingers pressed against you. The sound of your voice, the way your body responded to him—it drove him wild. He wanted to make sure you felt good.

Two of his fingers slipped inside, careful, tentative at first. He watched your face, making sure you were okay, his other hand resting on your hip, steadying you as they curled slightly, finding a rhythm that made your body arch into him.

“Rafe…” you breathed out, your voice wobbly, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation overwhelmed you.

He worked a little faster now, getting even harder as he felt you tighten around him. “Like that, baby?”

You nodded quickly, biting your lip to stifle another moan, your hands latching on his shoulders as your body quivered under his touch. He groaned softly, his lips finding your neck, licking and sucking at the soft skin there as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements. 

Your body curved toward him, every nerve ending tingling as his fingers moved deeper, curling just right. He swallowed hard, his lips brushing against your ear, "Is this okay?"

Your heart thumped against your rib cage, every movement of his fingers making you gasp softly. You managed to give him a small nod, barely able to find your voice. "Yeah, Rafe... it's perfect."

His breath came out a little less unrestrained, clearly relieved, and he continued, the pace slow, testing. The uncertainty in his touch was endearing, but you wanted more—you needed more.

“Baby,” you murmured softly, biting your lip as a rush of heat stretched through you, “Maybe… one more?”

He froze for a moment, his voice coming out in a ragged gasp as he looked at you. “Are you sure?”

Your heart swelled at his concern, and you gave him a reassuring smile. "I’m sure. Just take it slow."

Carefully, he pulled back just a little, his fingers slipping out before he added a third finger. His brow furrowed in concentration, his eyes flicking up to yours, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.

The sensation was different, intense, but not too overwhelming. You let out a soft moan, your body adjusting to the new pressure as he filled you more.

“Does it—does it feel good?” Rafe asked, his face inches from yours, vulnerable.

“Yes,” you breathed out, “It feels amazing.”

His lips parted, a nervous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He let out a soft laugh, almost as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “I was worried I’d mess it up.”

You shook your head, pulling him closer, your hand twisting in his hair. “You're doing great.”

He exhaled slowly, his body relaxing a little as he found a rhythm again. His fingers moved more confidently now, more certain, his jaw falling slack as he watched you react to him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Rafe muttered, eyes glued to your face. “You feel that? You’re taking me so well.”

You whined at how deep his voice sounded, your body buzzing as his fingers worked in deeper, the pressure mounting with every movement. Your mind filled with nothing but the feeling of him inside you.

“God, yes,” you breathed out, the pleasure building to a point where it felt like you might break apart.

Rafe's pace quickened, as he pressed his fingers harder, deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. 

"Come on, baby," he practically begged you, voice hoarse. Your breath came out in short, shallow gasps as you felt yourself creeping toward the edge, every movement of his hand bringing you closer. His name fell from your lips in a breathless moan as the tension snapped, your body shuddering as the pleasure washed over you.

His eyes widened in awe, his fingers slowing as he watched you like he couldn’t believe what he’d just made happen. He groaned softly, feeling you pulse around him, "You did so good," he murmured, lips brushing against your temple. "So perfect."

You felt a shiver run down your entire being as his hands glided up your thighs, spreading them gently as he settled himself between them. He was shaking a little, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes—the nervousness that came with doing something for the first time, not wanting to mess it up.

But when he leaned down, kissing you slow and deep, all the apprehend melted away. He couldn’t help but take in every detail—the way your lips parted as you breathed him in. He felt like he was drowning, but in the best way possible.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You looked up at him, your own breath uneven, eyes wide and the way you saw through him—it was like you were giving him the world. His hand was still shaking slightly as he reached down, lining himself up with you, taking his time, not rushing even though every fiber of his being screamed to.

"I wanna make this good for you," he murmured, his lips brushing your ear. "I don’t wanna hurt you." 

There was a hesitation, a vulnerability that he only showed in moments like this. His focus was entirely on you, on making sure you felt nothing but pleasure. You gave him a small, reassuring nod, your hand finding his, fingers slipping through his, squeezing. "I trust you.”

He exhaled slowly, nodding to himself as he eased into you, inch by inch, watching your face the entire time, making sure you were still doing okay.

The sensation overwhelmed him, the warmth of your body, the way you welcomed him so completely. He groaned, low and deep, knowing he could do this for the rest of his life. You were so fucking warm.

"Fuckkk," he moaned, "You feel so fuckin' good, darlin'."

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his forehead pressing against yours as he sank deeper, the feeling of being inside you nearly sending him over the edge. He wanted to take it slow, to savor every moment, but the way you clenched around him, the way you whispered his name like it was the only word you knew—it made it impossible.

Your eyes fluttered closed, lashes brushing against flushed cheeks, lips parting in a soft gasp that made his heart skip a beat. His hips moved on instinct, slow at first, testing, his breath coming out in shallow pants as he tried to hold back. "Tell me if it’s too much," he managed to say, his voice strained.

“It’s p-perfect.”

His hips snapped forward, the movement more sure, more confident as he lost himself in the moment. A low groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deeper, his hands gripping your hips as he moved faster, harder, the need to be closer to you taking over.

You mewled pathetically at this point, nails digging into every bit of skin you could get your hands on, body arching beneath him as he hit that perfect spot over and over again. It wasn’t fair that he was a natural.

The way you responded to him, the sounds you made—it had to be the best day of his life.

“Touch me.”

He cupped your tit, thumb brushing over the hardened peak with a gentle touch that contrasted the desperate way his hips moved against you.

His eyes never left your face, watching every flicker of emotion as his hands explored you. "Like this?" he murmured, his thumb circling again as his hips moved deeper. The way your body reacted—sucking him in like a goddamn vice—it nearly undid him.

“Mmhp—Fuck. J—Just like that.”

He leaned down, like a man possessed, lips brushing the soft skin of your tit, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, sending a shiver up your spine. His mouth found the hardened peak, lips wrapping around it with a low groan, and his tongue flicked over it slowly, teasingly. You gasped, your hands entangling in his hair, holding him there as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing just enough to make you whimper.

He hummed in satisfaction, feeling the way your body responded to him. His tongue circled slowly, drawing out every sound you made, savoring each gasp, each moan as he lavished attention on your body. 

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, voice muffled against your skin as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his lips trailing over your heated flesh. “You taste so good.”

You couldn’t help the way your body responded, pressing up against him, your hips rolling to meet his. The dual sensation of his mouth on you and the deep, steady thrusts left you tingling all over, beneath him, completely dazed by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Rafe—" you huffed, the word barely more than a breath as your grip tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth latched on harder, sucking with a fervor that left you breathless.

He pulled back just slightly, lips wet and swollen as he looked up at you,“I could do this all night,” he whispered, “You like that, baby? You like how I’m making you feel?”

He didn’t know where these surges of confidence kept coming from, but he never felt so relieved. It felt like his body knew exactly what to do when it came to yours.

His hand skidded between your legs once more, fingers finding your swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that matched the rhythm of his hips and mouth. You could barely think straight, couldn’t form a coherent thought.

When his lips finally crashed back into yours, the taste of him overpowered every sense as his hands pulled your hips tighter. His kiss was messy, all spit and need, like he couldn’t get enough of you—like he needed to feel you, taste you, breathe you in all at once. His tongue slid past your parted lips, slow and teasing at first, then deeper, as if he was trying to consume you whole.

He groaned into the kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before tugging on it softly, then harder as he swallowed the sound of your whines.

When he broke the kiss, it was only to press wet, fevered kisses down your jawline, to your neck, leaving a trail of spit and heat in his wake.

“I love you,” he muttered against your skin, his lips latching onto your collarbone, sucking on the sensitive spot just below your ear, biting gently, “So fuckin’ much.”

“I love you,” You breathed out between kisses, his hands gripping the flesh of your ass and pulling you flush against him, the hard line of his body pressing against yours in a way that made you gasp, “Never g-gonna s-stop,” you whispered back, the taste of him lingering on your tongue as he kissed you harder, rougher, swallowing every sound you made.

"Fuck, I’m close," he gasped, his forehead resting against yours as he fought to hold back, to make this last, but you could feel him losing control, feel the tension coiling tight in his body. His hips moved with a relentless, desperate need, his breath broken and uneven.

“Rafe—” you nearly cried, your body shaking beneath him. Every thrust, every touch, every breath was pushing you closer to the edge, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Let go for me, baby,” he encouraged you, two fingers still rubbing teasing circles over your sensitive clit, “Come for me.”

Your body tightened around him as you came undone with a cry of his name. Rafe groaned as he felt you clench around him, fluttering so perfectly.

His release was not far behind as he thrust into you one last time, before pulling out with a strangled moan, his body shuddering as he came all over your tummy, his head falling to your shoulder.

Rafe stayed there for a while, catching his breath, his body still shaking like a leaf as the tremors of pleasure coursed through him.

Taking his time, he lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. "I love you," he said it again, as he gazed down at you, his thumb brushing tenderly over your flushed cheek. "So damn much."

You never looked so heartbreakingly beautiful. Like a fucking painting.

You grinned from ear to ear, your heart swelling with affection as you held his face in your hands, pulling him for another kiss. "I love you too," you murmured against his lips, your fingers threading through his hair, "Always."

Rafe’s lips curved into a smile against yours, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. You were his, and he was yours—completely, utterly, and without question

[emmab3mma]

A/N - so i wrote this july of 2023. ive improved my writing skills a lot, BUT i had this on wattpad and realized i didnt have it on my tumblr so🤷‍♀️

wc: ~600

Song inspired - Crazy in love (remix) -Beyoncé

cw! - vaginal sex, pulling out as contraceptive method (dont do this), nails digging into arms, sex (no shit), ph!reader, ph!katsuki, aged up/future, dizzy orgasms?, aftercare

Katsuki has you sprawled out on your back, his cock dragging along your walls. The music in the background, the moans, the hold you have on each other, everything is perfect. The way your nails dig into his arms, the way he thrusts into you with such passion.

Your moans fill the room as your nails dig in his back. He's driving you insane, he's driving you crazy. He's matching the rhythm to that one Chase Atlantic song, 'Slow Down' and he really does need to slow down with how fast his pace is. He looks down at you, making eye contact. He smirks and his pace quickens, his smirk made you so crazy.

But then that stupidly hot remix of Crazy In Love by Beyoncé comes on. You're both sweaty, approaching climax, moans mixing with his grunts tying it all together. You look into each others eyes as your foreheads touch. He has so much pride in how much of a mess he's made you, how sweaty he's gotten you.

This is the deepest and most passionate sex you've had with him in what seemed like forever, you both were so busy with hero work that sex wasn't as passionate as it used to be. Today you both had a frustrating day and just needed the relief. He was more than willing to offer, he was obsessed with your body. Nobody else's could be as mesmerizing and beautiful as yours was to him.

He hit all the right spots deep inside where nobody else could ever reach. He was so deep and so passionate with his thrusts that it just felt like heaven. You were crazy in love with him. His thrusts matched the new rhythm, perfectly on beat every time.

You both kiss, your tongues having a battle. You both break the kiss with a string of saliva, gasping for air before going right back for more. His kiss was addicting.

The music was making this hotter, so much hotter that you quickly felt that familiar feeling in your stomach and mumbled "Kats... I-I'm close.."

He nodded and you could tell he was close too due to his thrusts getting a bit sloppy. He pulled out and came on your stomach (bitch we ain't having no babies yet‼️). But when you came, it was one of your most intense orgasms yet. You even got dizzy, you nails digging into his back, leaving bruises he would totally show off in the locker room at work, and nearly drawing blood. He took a second to breathe and look at you before pausing the music and giving you a passionate, loving kiss before grabbing you a towel while he went to go draw a bath.

He carried you in to your guys' bathtub where he drew warm water for you two. Being number two hero gave him a pretty good salary, meaning you two had quite a large bathtub. He placed you in the tub full of your favorite scent of soap. He knew you too well.

thank you for reading. do NOT repost/translate anywhere. reblogs are loved!!

[cakerybakery]

I’m getting ads on tumblr for a love spell to bring an ex back (which is weird alone and no thank you) but…

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“So this spell will do what exactly? Make Eve go crazy for me again?” Adam asked, poking around the magic shop shelves as he waited for the demon behind the counter to mix together the ingredients for his purchase.

She paused. “It’ll bring you back your lost love. Make them see the future they could have with you if you were together. Help them fall in love with you again.”

Adam picked up brimstone skull, looked at the price tag, and quickly, and gently, put it back. “Yikes. And then we’ll bone. Nice.”

Maybe hell wasn’t so bad if he got Eve back. She left him centuries ago then got together with fucking Michael. Adam couldn’t believe both his ex-wives left him then immediately started fucking what was basically the same guy.

Fuck, man. Lucifer even fucked Eve after she left him. Then set her up with Michael! What the fuck was up with that? It’s like he didn’t want Adam to have Lilith or Eve but couldn’t keep Eve and handed her off to an inferior Lucifer as sloppy seconds.

Well, jokes on them. Lucifer and Michael were both eating out his sloppy seconds. Now he was going to steal Eve from Michael. Make the bitch want him again. He was going to cum in that cunt and then send her packing. Maybe he’d do the same to Lilith.

A thought sparked in his brain. ‘Or maybe I’ll string them both along. Get them both in my bed at the same time. Then dump them both.’

Yeah. He liked the idea of Lilith and Eve fighting to please his cock and then dumping them both and ruining both their relationships with the tiny twins.

Lucifer’s sad now? Adam would break that bitch.

His potion was done. Two drops in an eye dropper.

“You only need one.” The demon warned. “The second is just if you drop the first. Throw the whole thing into lava to get rid of the second drop. Drip the drop onto your wrist and they won’t be able to resist the visions. It only works on past love. So do keep that in mind. And no refunds, sweetie.”

Adam handed her the credit card he swiped from Lucifer that morning and left the shop.

He made his way slowly and windingly back to the hotel. Using Lucifer’s card to pick up some other shit that caught his fancy. When he got back he slipped it into Lucifer’s pocket easily.

Later he would overhear Lucifer mentioning finding it there to Charlie after searching the whole hotel for his credit card.

It took a couple of weeks but he managed to get Eve and Lilith to separately agree to meet with him at the same time.

He dressed as nicely as he could in his least ripped jeans and cleanest shirt, only worn twice since it was last washed, styled his hair up, and cleaned up his facial hair a bit.

Dabbing the first drop on his wrist, then the second to be sure. If one worked then two should work extra well, was Adam’s logic.

Now to snag the old goat’s card again. He’d treat the chicks to some salad or whatever bitches liked if they did a good job taking care of his cock.

It was easy enough to palm Lucifer’s wallet. He was trusting as an angel. Or perhaps he just thought no one would have the balls to steal from him. Adam got a couple feet with Lucifer’s credit card before his arm was grabbed.

“Adaaam!” Lucifer sang out. “How lovely to see you!”

He was pulled into a hug. Lucifer’s head resting on Adam’s gut and his hands -!

Adam squeaked as they squeezed his ass cheeks. Kneading them.

“HEY! Fuck, man! Get off me!” Adam shouted as he tried to shove Lucifer away.

Lucifer just giggled and grabbed harder. “I ever tell you, you’re pretty when you’re angry?”

“If you don’t let go of my ass,” he hissed, “I’m about to be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.”

“You already are, sweetheart.” Lucifer smiled up at him.

Adam’s heart skipped a beat and he froze. ‘What the fuck was that??’

Lucifer was giving him these big innocent eyes as his hands were spreading Adam’s cheeks. “Let me take you out, Adam. Anything you want. Then after I’ll do to you what I should have done in Eden.” His tongue licked his bottom lip before he bit it.

A picture was being painted in Adam’s mind. Those hands, that mouth, the hard dick pressed against his thighs.

Eden.

Lucifer had loved him once, apparently. The love potion was working. Working a little too well. Was this why he was only supposed to use one drop?

“Oh fuck me.” He muttered. Realizing too late that Lucifer heard him.

He went ridged against Adam. Lucifer’s smile grew until he was beaming. Adam couldn’t even get out an explanation that he wasn’t asking for Lucifer to fuck him, before he was hoisted onto Lucifer’s shoulder and the devil sprinted off like a madman.

It was hard to tell Lucifer to stop when his tongue was in Adam’s mouth.

He was only moaning a little.

Adam tried to protest the tearing of the front of his shirt but Lucifer stuck his face between Adam’s soft pecs, straight into the thick chest hair and motorboated him, not hearing a word Adam said.

“No means no.” Didn’t get past N! As Lucifer choked down his cock.

It rather quickly turned into an, “OH GOD! YES!” As Lucifer deep throated him suddenly.

Lucifer pulled off long enough to asks if Adam was ready for more. Adam very quickly agreed to more. He didn’t really notice what more was due to that talented throat until Lucifer was already in him.

Of course, Adam ran into that pesky problem again where when he tried telling Lucifer no, all that came out was an enthusiastic, “YES!” Or “MORE!”

This disconnect between his brain’s thoughts and his mouth’s words was very concerning for Adam, in the morning. Cause right then, even his brain was telling him they’d figure out how to get Lucifer to stop after the next orgasm.

He was very late for his dates. In fact, he never made it at all. Hell’s light was rising by the time Lucifer curled up next to him, completely spent.

Lucifer latched onto his side, a tail wrapped around Adam’s thigh, and now that the pleasure was wearing off, fuck he was pretty sore. But god, what a night. He hadn’t fucked like that since Earth! When fucking was new and they didn’t have kids.

Lucifer drew hearts on Adam’s chest with his finger and purred. “How was that, baby?”

“Good.” Was all his raw throat could squeak out. It was sore from all the screaming in pleasure.

“Hmm, excellent. I love you.”

“Yeah… about that.”

Adam limped back to his room. Lucifer had some words to say about Adam using a love potion to try and get Lilith and Eve in the sack. He had a lot of laughter when Adam told him what exactly the demon said about the potion and went, “never mind then. That’s not even a real a love potion. It can only show visions of the future, if they get together with you. It doesn’t compel someone to be with you if they don’t want to. I certainly had several of railing you all night and decided to take the chance while in a horny fever.”

Then Lucifer stuck his tongue down Adam’s throat once more before he was slapped on the ass and told to go get dressed and Lucifer would take him out for breakfast.

[peepslibrary]

Introducing~ Lay Bankz

This is probably one of the funniest things I've ever written. I guess this qualifies as a song fic? If you've been on tiktok a couple months ago, you'd probably recognize this song.

Synopsis: What would happen if the LU boys heard the song Ick?

Warnings: Explicit lyrics, mentions of sex

Y'all can thank @trippygalaxy for this.

... Why is there a portal right outside the camp?

Why is there

a

PORTAL-

You're fairly confident the whole town heard your sigh and the chain's groans as y'all packed everything up and linked hands to go through the stupid portal. The other side of the portal was - in fact - NOT another Hyrule. It was a stadium. A stadium filled to the brim with people, a gigantic stage, and multicolored lights moving all around. Ok wait- the portal might've been the least of your problems.

The group looks around with emotions varying from confused to overstimulated. Honestly, if you squint you could see their braincells work together. You turn around, doing a quick headcount. “Wait, where’s Wind?” You count again and… nope still 9 including you. Fuck

I don't mean to judge off a first impression. Or his part-time job at 7/11. But he's a broke-ass peasant ask-

You feel your eyebrows furrow. Where do you know this song??

(ick) and he's got bad credit (ick) and he got a foot fetish (ick) DNR, but he tryin' paramedic

Shit... that's where you recognize this from. Tiktok

You're quick to move and cover Sky’s ears, making a silent prayer to whatever poor soul is listening. You need to get everyone out. You guys need to find Wind and you're fairly confident that everyone present will get red in the face when they register the lyrics.

"Time." Thankfully he managed to hear you despite the current situation. You see him angle his head up for a milisecond. Just subtle enough for you to reply with a tilt of your head towards an emergency exit. He doesn't hesitate to nod, moving to Wars and Twilight to help move everyone along. It's not a stretch to think that he's overstimulated with the environment. Has any of them ever heard this much noise so close?? You wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

Actually... Dink can kiss your ass. He's literally the one that pulled you into this craziness in your pjs. Like... dude coulda waited until you were decent t-

“Hey, what’s going on?” You curse and look up at the question-er. His eyes stuck looking at the ground, his ears lowered under your hands while his playing with the fabric of his sailcloth. “Sky I’m trying to get you guys out of-“

(Ew) Lady boner gone (Oh no), He dry humpin' me and huffin' like a dog (Hah, hah), And he whispered in my ear did I get off?

You didn’t think it was possible to cringe laugh *this* hard. But oh boy, the collective faces made shouldn’t have been that funny. Red in the face and trying to move everyone faster - incredibly hard considering they’re all standing like statues - are Time, Wars, Legend, and Twilight. Sky, Wild, Four, and Hyrule have moved to cover their own ears, with some crouched against the floor.

Somehow everyone is able to leave the stadium with only their innocence (or lack of thereof) injured, only to find Wind standing with a security guard eating a string cheese and a can of soda next to him.

“There you guys- what happened?” Wind makes his way to y’all and you use that chance to check for visible injuries, making sure no one injured him.

“Although it’s likely they would be the one injured.” Your brain supplied helpfully.

“Uhh…” you look at the group’s states, “let’s just say they weren’t expecting what was inside the stadium.” Wind nods in understanding, “Yeah, Sam wouldn’t let me in because it was ‘for adults.’” You spare a glance towards the guard, who gives a humored nod and sends you guys on your way.

[gamergirl-06]

Bruno headcanons

I had these headcanon’s in my mind also G/N

How you first met:

-Bruno was doing one of his runs for looting supplies for the survivors back at Emma’s when he heard a call for help.

-Immediately rushed out of the store and seen you getting swarmed by a bunch of those Z’s and so he jumped into action taking down each of them, dodging and weaving hits they threw at him.

-Once he had killed all of them he asked if your were ok and you said yes.

-To be honest, Bruno was taken by you, you were absolutely beautiful/handsome/good looking.

-He introduced himself “I’m Bruno, what’s your name hottie?”.

-you started blushing like crazy but introduced yourself back to him “I’m Y/N”.

-From that point onwards you two became best friends.

When he realised his feelings:

-You had known each other for a little while at this point

-Bruno was actually trying to convince himself that it was just an admiration for you and not a full blown crush.

- He didn’t ever see himself be with someone, he actually told you when he first met you that’s why he stopped answering his Abuela’s calls as she pestered him to find love (and also fix his hair).

-He would tell himself “No, you don’t like her like that…it’s just admiration…”

-When he finally did realise it was an actual crush he kinda..changed around you.

-you noticed the change in his demeanour when you two went out for information in Beverley Hills when you guys passed some Z’s minding their own business, he suddenly pulled you into him and never let go.

-This never happened up until that point so you were a bit confused as to why but you enjoyed it because you actually liked him as well.

-It also did continue to happen but as much as you enjoyed being in close contact with him, you confronted him later on back at Emma’s.

-He refused to answer why he does it, which kinda made you frustrated.

-It turned into a bit of a fight, you asking him what’s wrong and him refusing to give an actual answer.

-you tell him whatever, and leave him in your shared room.

- You tell the others you’re going out for supplies to stock up since you hadn’t needed supplies for at least a few weeks.

-Sam asks to come with you, and you agree, you’re gonna need the help when shit possibly goes south.

He says “I Love You” for the first time:

- A While after you and Sam left to go for supplies, Bruno came downstairs in order to apologize to you.

-When he doesn’t see you, he asks Emma where you are.

-When Emma tells him you and Sam went out for supplies, he panicked.

-A long string of curse words followed soon after with Spanish.

- “Fuck fuck shit FUCKKKK, Soy Una Idiota (I’m such an idiot)”.

-Everyone jumped when the front door slammed open with sam carrying you in his arms, bloody and a bit beaten up.

-The horrified look on Bruno’s could not amount to the pain and guilt he felt.

- He was angry now “What…happened!”

-Sam explained that when you guys were on the way back a crusher crossed your path and as it almost died it knocked you to the ground and you hit your head.

-Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he watched Sam carry you to you guy’s room and seek medical attention.

-He followed Sam and held your hand as someone treated you and told him you could wake up anytime.

-With tears that stained his cheeks from sobbing he managed a weak smile.

-“I’m so sorry that I was such a dick, I-i just…goddammit I love you so much..I said it…te amo (I love you).

-you stirred slightly but didn’t open your eyes.

-Bruno thought you might have just been restless in your sleep so he got up and left you to sleep more.

-Little did he know, you heard him and you smiled a little “I love you too Bru”

First Kiss:

-A few days after that exchange, you guys were up on the roof of the Jaunt mansion in the late afternoon, watching the beautiful sunset together.

-You turn to him “Hey Bru?

-He turns to you and nods “hmm”.

-Your heart started beating faster, you took a breath before saying it “is it true”.

-He stopped for a sec before answering “What?”.

-“That you love me”.

-He froze…you heard him.

-You suddenly look away, feeling embarrassed that you even bought it up.

-“It is actually” came the reply.

-You didn’t even have time to stop yourself from saying it “I love you too”.

-your face goes red and you go to scramble up from your spot but instantly pulled back down and a finger hooks itself under your chin.

-Bruno looks into your eyes before slowly the gap capturing your lips in his.

-You two spend the rest of the evening cuddled up

-It’s you Two against the world

[desswright29]

You Make Me Wanna

Shame Pt. 4

Chapter Summary: You ever got cheated on and the person that cheated start being extra mean. Yea.

A/N: This has been a crazy week, and it’s my birthday weekend and I’m going to Ramla Ali’s fight tomorrow in Nola, so I wanted to get this out for y’all. I hope you guys enjoy it. And fingers crossed Tish is there. But I’m fine just knowing she’s been near Ramla. Yuh. I’m down extraordinarily bad lol. Anyway! We lit!! Enjoy the story. @bbbbbbrilliantly This ones for you! Forgive any mistakes this was very rushed.

word count: 2,866

Eve stood in front of you. Dark skin glistening wearing a beige cropped bustier top, and matching cargo pants. Hair in neat Fulani braids. She added a pop of color with an orange strappy heal and orange bag strapped across her body. She was STUNNING. 

“Uh-um. EVE! r-right? Hello I’m Y/n.” You say holding out your clammy palm for a shake. Saying Eve’s name with emphasis praying the name lands on Shuri’s ears, while you bought time.

“Shhhii- ” you could hear Shuri whisper in the background, not finishing before the soft sound of clumsy shuffling came from behind you, as Shuri ran to try and fix her self. ‘God please don’t let her hear that shit.’ You cursed inside at Shuri’s clumsiness. She’s supposed to be a stealthy panther person for Christ sake!

Eve looks you up and down taking in your appearance, before landing on your outstretched hand staring at it like it contained the plague. You slowly lowered your hand realizing she was uninterested in taking it. You stood there with the most inviting face you could muster under the circumstances. 

“Hm, your shirts buttoned wrong, and I believe the strings to those pants belong in the front. I would know since they’re my girlfriends pajamas” Eve’s eyes settled on the name embroidered right above the erect nipple that Shuri had just had her mouth attached to moments earlier. Eve’s eyes finally reached yours, head cocking to the side, one eyebrow raised, as she peered at you with a domineering grimace. 

This was escalating quickly.

“Uh she-“ 

BANG! 

“Mka!” The sound of Shuri’s voice came from inside the room.

“SHURI!!” Eve yells stepping up to you, eyes piercing into yours, Catching you off guard as she brought her hand up to the door that you held ajar only to the width of your body. She pushed it open with force. Bumping into you as she charged past you into the apartment. 

You stood in the doorway. Neck jerking back and eyes furrowing as your hands drop to your side. Stuck. Trying to figure out if this bitch  really just touched you?

Turning around choosing to give her the benefit of the doubt, (since you did just cum on her girlfriends thigh), you saw her standing in the center of the room. Eyes trained on Shuri who stood leaning against the small island, rubbing her hip bone, but completely put together like nothing had happened. Thanking Bast for the long jacket that covered the absolute creamy mess you’d made on her black pants.

“Sthandwa! I thought I heard your voice. Got a bit excited and ran into the island.” Shuri said tapping the marble for emphasis. 

“I wasn’t notified that you would be arriving my love.” She continued, walking over with a smile to embrace her. She’s a little to good at this, you think as you stood by and watched how this would play out. 

Eve’s eyes ever so perceptive, traveled about the room as she stepped into Shuri’s embrace. “That’s because I asked that you not be…….Surprise.” She says, dripping with sarcasm, stepping out of the embrace, and locking eyes with Shuri for only a moment to show that they still held suspicion. Those beautiful dark eyes continued traveling about the room.

Soft music playing. CLOCKED

Food on the stove. CLOCKED

Candle burning on the table next to the couch. CLOCKED

Two wine glasses on the table of the balcony. One empty. One with 1 to 2 swallows left. And a guitar? CLOCKED

Bed neatly made. Fresh dent in the couch. CLOCKED

“Mighty cozy set up you two got here” 

Shuri stepped up quickly.

“My love, no need to be uptight. Eve. Y/n. Y/n. Eve.” She introduces as you give a tense smile while Eve mugs you. 

“I just came by to check on our guest. She’d made Oxtail and jollof. You know I couldn’t resist food and a bit of nerd talk. She is a friend, a fellow scientist and has helped Wakanda tremendously in your absence. As for the set up, I guess Y/n romanticizes her alone time. The alone time in which I’d rudely interrupted.” 

Shuri looked at you with a smirk playing on her lips and a slight glimmer in her eyes. ‘Oh nah! She was prolific at this shit!’. She kept a cool head. She hadn’t lied, just left out the important parts. And it looked as though she was…. Enjoying this. 

“We should leave her to continue her night. I am excited you are hear my love. We’ve got lots to talk about.” Shuri said grabbing Eve’s hand, looking directly into her eyes.

“Y/n, thank you for the delicious dinner. We should do this again sometime.” She said as she walked past you. Discreet and fast, she lifted her hand gently cupping your breast, rubbing her thumb across the sensitive bud underneath the fabric. Causing your eyes to bulge and your breathe to hitch. 

“It was fun.” She looked at you, eyes low, bottom lip becoming trapped between her teeth, and then slowly released as she looked at the after math of the work she’d just put in.

You looked at Shuri speechless. As she took her exit with her girlfriend, who was sending you a death glare over her shoulder. Something had changed. And it felt dangerous. 

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The walk back to Shuri’s Quaters was silent. Both Eve and Shuri’s minds in overdrive. Shuri walked into the room first holding the door open for Eve and closing it behind her. She immediately started to make her way to the bathroom. 

“You think I’m a dummy?” Eve states. Standing in the center of the room.

Shuri Chuckles, stopping in her tracks “Here we go.. Quite the contrary my dear.” She turns looking to face Eve. “You disappear for two days and pop up at the room of my scientist obviously looking for a fight. Why? Might I ask?”

She was fully aware as to why. 

“You’re full of shit Shuri”

“I’m not doing this”

“We are doing this” 

“I just want to take a shower”

“Why the rush to shower? And alone? You’ve been asking for me to get here for weeks, I’m here love. Where’s the welcome?”

“EXACTLY!!“ Shuri yells stepping into Eves space” For weeks I’ve been asking you to be here with me, and for weeks you couldn’t make it. Two days ago you didn’t know if you’d be here and now surprise sur-fucking-prise.. here you stand. Why Eve?” 

Eve gives a slow clap, and sarcastic laugh; stepping back creating distance. “ OH! Braaaavooo Shuri! You’re doing a great damn job turning this shit around on me! You were oh so mature about me not being here last time we spoke. Now it’s a bother again! Fuck that! I got your little “Just because” flowers after that weird ass phone conversation. I knew something was up as soon as we got off of that call, but the flowers solidified it.”

Shuri scoffed “Only you would take an act of kindness and make something wrong with it.”

“ Oh no baby, hold that guilt trip. I got more for that ass!” 

Shuri rolls her eyes up to the ceiling, bringing her hand up to scratch at her undercut as Eve continued.

“So imagine my surprise and delight.. when my girls start sending me videos of you and ‘your scientist’ as you so intimately put it, damn near scissoring in the middle of the FUCKING MARKET!” Eve finished picking up a book off the chase in front of the bed and throwing it at Shuri. 

She caught it with expertise. Those panther powers coming in handy. Eve glares at Shuri fuming, disturbed to see a pissed off smirk on Shuri’s lips. As she nodded to herself.

“So that’s why you’re here now? A fucking dance?” She says calmly

“Shuri don’t piss me off! Next you’re gonna tell me that was your plan.”

Shuri took a moment to think before speaking again. Tongue slowly grazing her top row of teeth before she spoke.

“No, that was not my plan. I’d hopped you didn’t see it” She stalked towards Eve closing the distance. “ But, since you did.. It would suck to see someone take your place …wouldn’t it.” She says eyes never leaving Eve’s own. Shuri cocked her head to the side a smug look on her face. 

Taken aback Eve’s eyes widen.

“Listen closely my love, things here are different.” Shuri walks a circle around Eve as though she’s stalking her prey. 

“I’m different….She was here and you my dear out right refused to be here.”

“That’s not tr-“ 

Shuri tsk’d twice. Rounding Eve until they were once again face to face. She placed a finger to Eve’s pretty mouth. Continuing to speak in a stoic calm.

“I’m not done baby girl.” She removed her finger. 

“I asked you countless times to be here. Did I not? Don’t bother answering Sthandwa, It was retorical.“ She smiled, and Eve’s heart rate increased at the darkness taking over Shuri’s eyes. 

“You made your choice to stay away as I struggled. Left room for another woman to take care of me. And boy does she do a damn good job…”  She giggled bringing her thumb up to swipe against her bottom lip, reminiscing on the kisses she’d shared with you. 

“Was it really the dance that brought you? Or did you spend those 2 days in envy of the fact that her beauty rivals yours, my sweet beautiful Eve? Or was it the way that little waist and plump ass of hers fit so perfectly against me? Hm? I’m guessing all of the above.  Right? No one could ever compete with the beautiful Eve… That is until now.” 

Shuri stepped back and watched as Eve’s chest rose up and down heavily, as she was seething with anger. She decided this was a great time to drive her point home.

“Masenze ukuqonda(Let’s get an understanding). Had you have caught me with my head between her legs, what would you have done? Leave? Just hand over your chance to claim partnership with the Queen?” 

Shuri snickers. 

“ You wouldn’t dare. You’re here for the power. For my name….Right. With that being said, you have no room here to come barging in causing a scene and making demands. You are lucky that you can still stand in my presence. And if my presence is something that you will continue to pursue…” Shuri reached out and grabbed Eve’s jaw pulling her in closer.

“Uya kuyazi indawo yakho (You will know your place)” She drew her face in, and placed a rough kiss on her lips, before pulling away sharply, and making her dissent into the bathroom. 

“I will take my shower now. If you are here when I return. I’ll take it that you agree to my terms.”

Eve stood breathless still in the center of the room, as the bathroom door closed. What the fuck just happened?

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“OOP! SHURI! Wtf!” you say, as you find yourself being hoisted into the air and over her shoulder. You had woken up the next morning, disoriented from the days prior events, but wearily headed to your position of overseeing the lab, when you were suddenly rushed by Shuri. 

She ran up the steps to her office at lightening speed with you in tow. 

Once she reaches the office she turns to lock the door. She moves over to the desk and places you gently onto it before trapping you into a dizzying kiss. Almost casting a spell of forgetfulness over you. Almost.

You break the kiss, earning a displeased grunt from Shuri.

“Shuri.. was I dreaming? Did your girlfriend not show up at my door last night?”

Shuri shrugged, with a look of irritation on her face, shaking her head as if she didn’t get where you were coming from.

“Yes she did.”

You stood pushing her back.

“Did almost getting caught once not do it for you!? What are you doing!?” You ask bewildered at Shuri’s boldness. 

You were met with a blinding smile from Shuri. She backed away from you throwing her hands in the air while begining a dramatic pace around the room.

“Yoooou! Y/n. You, you, you!” 

You looked at her like the insane person she looked like while waiting for her to continue.

“ I can do this with YOU!” She laughed locking eyes with you. “I don’t know what you did to me last night, but something clicked for me zithandwa zam (my beloved). I feel like I can rule the world with you by my side! There’s so many peices to you, so much we could accomplish with one another. You’ve .. you’ve 

wayithimba intliziyo yam (captured my heart).”

She walked up to you cupping your face with both hands. 

“You are ukuthakatha intliziyo yam, (kiss), kunqandwa(kiss), obumangalisayo (kiss), eziphambili(kiss).”

(Bewitching my heart, arresting, exquisite, elegant)

You were perplexed to say the least. You had no idea what she was saying. But by her body language, and the inflections in her voice you knew she was passionate about it. It made you’re eyes glass over and your body tremble. You wanted nothing more than to be hers.

“W-what does all this mean Shuri. I-I’m confused.” You spoke only a little above a whisper. 

“It means I want you to be mine Y/n”

“H-how? I mean, does this mean you and Eve are no longer together? Did she figure it out? This is a lot right now. Everything is moving so fast! I mean of course I’ll be yours! I want that more than anything Shuri! But, so soon after your break up what will people thi-“ You spoke fast as you began pacing.

“There was no break up.” You froze. Eyes shooting up to meet hers. 

“Then why is this conversation being had?”

“ Because it is relevant my love, I want you to be mine, but I cannot leave Eve.”

Your face dropped.

“What” You breathe making it sound more like an exhale, taking a step back. 

“ I love Eve, I don’t intend to leave her”

“I-I are you serious? Where is this going Shuri, ‘cause I’m not understanding?”

“Y/n you are not dense, you know what I am asking. You are the entire package. Beauty, brains, and talent. We would be so powerful together. I want to give you all of me but I don’t want to hurt her. We’ve known each other since we were young.”

“Wait” you began to laugh, it started off slow until it became damn near manic. Shuri stood straight her face remaining stoic.

“S-so you’re asking me to be with you as some glorified side chick? A concubine?”

An incredulous look took over your face as Shuri remains steadfast.

“No” You simply say as you head for the door.

Shuri reaches out to grab your arm and you pull back harshly. 

“NO SHURI! Hear I am falling for you, trying to keep it in, knowing you have someone else, a-and then last night happened! I couldn’t control myself, only to immediately be left hurt and confused. Then you come here, get my hopes up only to crush them again! I don’t want to share you Shuri! I want you to myself! And you’re here telling me I wouldn’t be enough for you on my own?” Tears start to fall from your eyes. 

She walks up and wraps her arm around your waist, bringing her other hand up to wipe at your tears. 

“ That is not in the least what I meant Y/n. You are everything. You’d be more than enough with it just being me and you. I-I just can’t leave her now.”

You try to wiggle out of her grasp. 

“Shuri let me go!”

She drops her arms.

“You call me when you can. I’m going home.”

“Nononono! Wait! I need you here!”

“ I could care less about what you need as of now Shuri”

You walk out of her office, tears cascading down your face. As she called after you. 

“It was not my intent to hurt you. I don’t want to loose you” She said with a glint of fear in her eyes.

“You never had me.”

She froze as you look her dead in the eyes. You two were so focused on one another, that you couldn’t feel the eyes of everyone in the lab staring at you both as you stood at the top of the stairs. 

You turned to descend down the stairs, noticing Okoye, Aneka, and Eve standing there as everyone gawked at the drama unfolding in front of them. You walked over to the group. 

“Okoye, can you please arrange transport for me. I will be leaving as soon as you can get it set up for me. Thank you.”

You turn to look at Eve.

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m out of your hair.”

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You left Wakanda that day. Shuri stood in the hanger and watched you leave, not knowing what other approach to take. All she knew is she felt her heart clenching at the thought of really loosing you.

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A/N: Not Shuri sprung off some dry humping. Chile lol. I hope you guys enjoyed. The next chapter will deal with what’s going on in the present.

[pepperonijem]

iii. so this is my life || all my love

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.” -- Perks of Being a Wallflower; Stephen Chbosky

Summary: oh no it’s the “i got injured and now he has to reluctantly take care of me” trope! Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: harry potter mentions !! cursing Word Count: 4.5k A/N: drum major natasha is something so personal to me, so intimate

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“No shit,” Wanda said in disbelief as she took a sip of her milkshake. “You like actually live in the same house? Like, one-wall-apart-same-bathroom-same-dinner-at-the-same-table live together?” She reached over to grab a french fry from Steve’s plate, who slapped her hand away.

You nodded simply as you offered your plate of fries to Wanda instead. “Yeah,” you confirmed. “Crazy right?”

Wanda nodded with a scoff as she looked at Steve who was still processing your confession with wide eyes. “So wait, isn’t that incredibly awkward? Since you confessed your love for him last week?”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Don’t remind me. I literally think about that every time I see his face… which is now often. And it’s so weird because I think his dad wants us together?”

“His dad?!” Steve finally reacted, nearly choking on his shake and his eyes widened in surprise while Wanda cringed. “No way? Is he the one who took that picture of you guys? The one Bucky asked for today?”

 “Yeah, it was all him. He even asked me about it the first night I moved in.” You recalled the moment as you recounted it to your friends. 

When you had first entered their home, there was a banner in the foyer that read “WELCOME HOME” with Bucky and his dad standing beneath it. His dad excitedly walked over to give you and your dad a friendly hug all while Bucky watched on with a bored expression. “You can call me uncle,” he had suggested with an excited grin on his face. “Oh, it’s going to be nothing but fun times from here on out! Let me show you around.”

Bucky and his dad had completely redecorated the spare bedroom they had, not only cleaning it but making it cozy with string lights along one wall and stocking the bed with way too many pillows for just one person. There was a desk in the corner, and a small reading nook with shelves built in, with already a few books that they had around the house. It looked like it had been taken from a teenage girl’s pinterest board. Even though his son couldn’t care less about you, Mr. Barnes definitely went the extra mile to make you feel as comfortable as possible living away from your father.

After the tour, they led you downstairs where there was an elaborate dinner laid out on the table and the four of you feasted, and three of you had a lively conversation, while Bucky listened and nodded every now and then. After your dad had left and some teary goodbyes, you offered to help Bucky’s dad with the dishes, insisting that it was the least you could do after he offered to take you in on such short notice, and honestly, you were still shocked at how welcoming he was to you.

So there you were in the kitchen with your crush’s dad, still unable to fathom that you were living with him, when he snapped you out of your thoughts with a simple question. “So you and Bucky?” You turned to look at him in surprise only to catch a mischievous grin on his face as he passed you a plate to dry off.

“M-me and Bucky?” You stuttered, still taken aback by the teasing tone in her voice. “What about me and Bucky?”

He turned back to the dish at hand, but the smug grin was still on his face. “Bucky told me the two of you are in the same literature class,” he began, the direction of his words innocent, but the playful tone suggested otherwise. “Do you like him?” He asked bluntly, almost causing you to drop the glass that was in your hands.

“Sorry?” you choked out as he chuckled in response. 

“I think you and Bucky would be a good fit,” he continued on. “And I’ve always wanted a daughter.” He let out a sigh, lost in his own thoughts as he scrubbed away at the plates in the sink. That conversation was only the start of the many, many hints he dropped throughout the week that he deemed you a good match for his son. Another one being the polaroid he had slipped into your backpack the night before your exam, a good luck charm, he called it.

When you finished telling your story, Wanda let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s so weird,” she mused. “Bucky’s such a cold and icy jerk, but his dad sounds so nice. Are you sure he’s not adopted or something?”

“No, he’s definitely not,” Steve confirmed. “I’ve seen his birth certificate.” He nodded as he dipped another french fry in his mixture of mayonnaise and ketchup. You and Wanda shared a confused look, asking him to elaborate. “He and I used to be best friends, remember? Before I got stuck with you goofs.”

Wanda nodded now remembering, while you protested. “Wait what? I didn’t know this?” You complained. “Why don’t I know this?” Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed as she recalled their childhood. Before her eyes lit up in recognition.

“Oh,” she snapped her fingers. “We all went to the same elementary school for a while, but Bucky’s dad moved him to a private school, and we didn’t see him again until freshman year.” Steve hummed in confirmation as Wanda explained.

“Wait, but I went to school with you guys too, I would have known him, wouldn’t I?” you asked.

“No,” Wanda corrected. “You transferred in about a month after he left. Don’t you remember? That’s how the Tasty Trio began. Steve would not stop sulking during recess for an entire month, until you came and told him that you heard a song on the radio saying big girls don’t cry and he actually stopped crying. Steve never brought him up again.”

You smiled fondly at Steve whose ears turned pink at the memory. You took an unopened straw, ripped off the top half of the wrapper and blew the other half at him, hitting him right at the top of his messy dark hair. He finally looked up and although a pout was on his face, you could see the amusement in his eyes. 

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed once again. “Wait but that doesn’t explain how you’ve seen his birth certificate?” She asked Steve who was still pouting at you as you laughed.

“Oh,” Steve began. “We were pretending to be pirates one day and I told him that he couldn’t be a pirate if he was born a prince, since I really thought his house was like a tiny castle, and he dug through his dad’s office to show me proof he wasn’t a prince.” Honestly, the thought of a little Steve and a little Bucky being best friends was something you couldn’t even imagine. Steve was warm and kind, whereas Bucky was just… not. Even in the last week you’ve spent at his house, Bucky was reserved, very much unlike his father, and mostly preferred to observe what was happening than be part of it. Despite all the attention he gets from your classmates, he actually seemed kind of shy, you thought.

As the three of you laughed at more of Steve’s stories about his childhood with Bucky, you checked your phone to see that it was nearing 6 p.m. “Oh shoot,” you exclaimed. “We’re gonna be late for the game.”

The sound of cheers and brass instruments filled your ears as the three of you found seats on the bleachers. Today was the last game of the season and your school’s team was up against one of the best teams in the area, so the stadium was much more crowded than usual. You were among the sea of red and white t-shirts, facing an equally full sea of blue and yellow, and the crowds were roaring. 

Normally, you would want to skip this kind of crowded event – the dread of trying to find parking outweighed any school spirit you had. But Wanda, who was part of the yearbook committee, promised to buy you and Steve ice cream afterwards if you two would come with her and help take pictures at the end of the game. So she handed the two of you cameras, and the three of you took a bus to the stadium to avoid the parking frenzy. Anything for Wanda (but seeing Bucky play football was also a pretty good bonus).

You got to the game before the end of the second quarter, giving Wanda enough time to take a few pictures of the marching band and drill team during their routines and leaving you and Steve to sit at the bleachers in her absence. While both teams were still on break, you noticed Steve looking down at the field with a nostalgic smile and wistfulness in his eyes. “Do you ever miss playing, Steve?” you asked.

He let out a sigh before answering. “I mean yeah, kind of,” he began. “I miss playing and the guys mostly, but do I miss the amount of time it took out of my life? Absolutely not.” For the last three years, Steve was one of the stars of the school’s varsity football team, co-captains with Tony. So it was a huge surprise to everyone when he announced his absence this year in favor of taking honors English literature as well as culinary basics. He didn’t talk about football much, but clearly, he did miss it.

“Well,” you said. “Me and Wanda are glad to have you on the bleachers with us.” You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder as he leaned his own head down on top of yours. You pointed out over at the bench where the football players were as Wanda shared a laugh with Clint and Rhodey, the student medics for the football team. “She’s supposed to be taking pictures, right?” you let out a chuckle as you pulled your phone out to text her. You watched as she looked down at her phone with a chuckle, showing the message to her friends who laughed along, and the next thing you knew, she had the lens pointed up at you and Steve. She held out her hand in front of the lens to make a small heart as you and Steve reached your arms over your heads to make your own heart. You made a mental note to ask her for the picture later.

For the rest of the game, the mood on your side of the bleachers was quite festive in celebration of the big lead your team had. Bucky, Tony, and Peter were leading the offense. Everyone was chanting Peter’s name, the freshman quarterback who was supposed to be going pro after high school, but you could not keep your eyes off Bucky the entire time. The band was playing every hit they had, the cheer squad led the fans through every chant they knew and the energy was high, everyone knowing the win was secured. So by the time Wanda had come up and given you two your roles – you were to take pictures and videos of the post-game team huddle and Steve was sent to take pictures of the final touchdowns – you and Steve had lost your voices, but nodded enthusiastically. 

To get the best angle of the team’s huddle, you made your way down to the drum major’s podium where head drum major Natasha was standing, giving instructions to the band in front of her who was beginning to pack up. “Hi Natasha,” you greeted her once she finished. She gave a friendly wave in response. “Do you mind if I get up there so I can get a better shot?” 

She smiled and nodded as she bent down to help you up the ladder. “Sure thing,” she agreed. “Just make sure you tell Wanda to put in some good shots of me in the yearbook. I want a whole page this year.” She chuckled as you promised to relay her request, and she climbed down the stairs, reminding you to be careful as the stand was kind of wobbly.

You looked towards the football team who were all huddled right in front of the podium around Tony, who was leading the team in a very sentimental talk about how glad he was to have been the captain of such a strong team. Tony (and Steve) had led the team to become the top football team in the region for the last two years, and to say the guys on the team were grateful was an understatement. They all cheered and wrapped him in a tight embrace as they cheered for him, and when he gave Bucky a shoutout for playing extra well this season, you couldn’t help but snap a picture of the shy smile that appeared on his face. Tony ended the talk with a loud team chant as the boys erupted in applause, and laughed as Peter then immediately grabbed the nearest cooler and dumped its contents on Tony.

You cringed a little at the splash of lemon-lime Gatorade that had made its way to your shirt, but let out a laugh as you watched a Gatorade-soaked Tony chase around his teammates for hugs. This was going to be great footage for Wanda, and you were excited to share it with her. 

However, as you were making your way down the podium, you felt the unmistakable slickness of Gatorade on the rung and let out a quiet “Oh shit,” as you fell past the rest of the ladder and onto a puddle of the same beverage on the ground, landing in a position that was definitely not good for your ankle or the jeans you were wearing.

Tony and one of his friends who had stayed to watch Tony’s final football huddle, Sam, who you also recognized as Bucky’s friend, were the first to come check on you. “Shit,” Tony exclaimed. “Are you okay?” He reached down to try to help you up but stopped when he noticed your swollen ankle. He turned to Sam, asking him to go get Rhodey. Sam nodded in response and ran, immediately shouting his name. At this point, Steve and Wanda who were already beginning their walk back to you heard the commotion and began running, calling your name.

By the time Rhodey, Wanda, and Steve got to you, the whole football team was looking at you in concern. Tony was standing towards the back of the group scolding a remorseful looking Peter, who dumped the cooler, about why it’s dangerous to be dumping Gatorade on people while Bucky watched the two with amusement. Rhodey knelt down beside you, removing your shoe and sock and tenderly touching the injured part of your ankle, checking for any bone fragments.

“Well it’s definitely swollen,” he diagnosed. “Did you happen to hear a crunch or anything when you fell?” He gently moved your foot around, noting how you winced at the action. You shook your head no as he continued. “Okay, that’s good. It seems like it’s just a sprain then.” Peter looked more relieved than you did, wincing when Tony swatted him on the back. Rhodey and Tony helped you to stand and move to the bench. Sam handed you an ice pack as Rhodey wrapped your foot in a bandage and gave you instructions. “Make sure not to put any weight on your foot, and ice it as much as you can. When you get home, try to keep your foot elevated. How are you getting home though?”

You heard Steve silently curse himself for not taking his car today. “We took the bus today,” you answered Rhodey. “I was just going to take the bus back home with Wanda and Steve.” 

Rhodey hummed in response. “Can you call anyone to come pick you up instead?” 

Wanda snapped her fingers, an idea coming to mind. She turned to Bucky with a mischievous smile and asked, “Don’t you guys live together? Why don’t you take her home?” You could see both Steve and Bucky cringe at the question, while the other boys looked on in confusion.

“You live together?” Rhodey asked with a smirk as he looked at Wanda who nodded in confirmation. “That’s perfect then. Bucky, take her home. Doctor’s orders.” The other boys murmured in agreement, still shocked at the revelation. 

Your face went red as you looked over to Bucky, trying to read his face. Realizing he was outnumbered, he let out a sigh as he reluctantly agreed. The boys collectively sighed in relief, and you realized how surprised you were at how concerned about you they actually were. They all patted Bucky on the back as they started to finally disperse, promising to save him some pancakes as they made their way to the parking lot. Steve and Wanda both bid you good night, Wanda giving you a sly wink as she led a pouty Steve to the bus stop, leaving you and Bucky alone on the field. 

He grabbed your camera and the rest of your belongings, slinging it over his shoulder, as he offered his hand out to you. You felt your cheeks turn pink as you put your hand in his calloused one. He helped you to stand and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist and you felt your heart race at the contact. “I can’t believe I’m missing my last IHOP night for this,” he grumbled, starting to walk.

In spite of your nervousness, you couldn’t help but let out a snort at his comment, at which Bucky glared at you. “IHOP?” you repeated. “Is the football team secretly full of theatre kids?” Bucky rolled his eyes as you teased him. “Do you guys sing songs obnoxiously loudly in front of the other customers too? In that case I can hop my way home.” Bucky’s refusal to dignify your question or your pun was betrayed by the shade of red that his cheeks turned as you let out a laugh that quickly turned into a hiss of pain as you struggled to keep up with Bucky’s pace. He stopped and turned to you, his hand slipping from your waist, but reaching up to your arm to keep you stable.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, the sudden gentleness and concern in his voice catching you by surprise. For the first time tonight, you got to see him up close – the tiredness in his eyes, and the sheen of sweat still on his forehead, and his dark, disheveled hair – illuminated by the stadium lights. He must have been tired this week after staying up to tutor you every night. You couldn’t help but feel a twang of guilt in your chest.

You stammered as you replied, the nervousness creeping back up. “I- you’re walking too fast. I can’t keep up.” Once again, you were surprised to feel Bucky’s grip on your arm relax just a little as he let out a chuckle despite himself.

“Scott says the same thing to me sometimes,” he replied, shaking his head. He let go of your arm, securing your camera strap around his neck and putting your own belongings into his duffle bag as he turned his back to you and crouched down. You froze, standing on one foot, unsure of what was happening. He let out a sigh. “Well? Get on. We won’t make it to my car until tomorrow if we have to walk at your pace.” You hopped your way over, and once Bucky was sure your arms were securely around his neck and his arms under your legs, he set off and you prayed that he couldn’t feel just how fast your heart was beating behind him.

Honestly, this was not how you thought your night was going to go. Although you had been in Bucky’s car every morning since you moved in, the silence between the two of you this time was different. Comfortable, even, and you hoped he couldn’t hear how quickly your heart was beating. Both hands on the wheel, Bucky was focused on the now empty roads in front of him as he carefully drove home. You looked at him, so mesmerized by his features illuminated every so often by the warm glow of the streetlights, that you almost missed the start of your favorite song. 

“So you don’t normally drive in silence?” you asked him teasingly. 

“I do, actually,” he replied and you let out a quiet “oh,” before he continued. “I like silence when I’m on my way to school, it helps me think through my plans for the day. But when I’m driving at night…” he cleared his throat as if embarrassed to admit something to you.

“What about it?” You asked curiously. If the lights had brightened the car just right, you would have been able to see the blush on Bucky’s cheeks before he finally finished his thought.

“Well,” he began quietly. “It makes me feel like I’m in a movie. Especially when I drive through that tunnel.” You couldn’t help but smile as you reached up to press the button to open the moonroof in his car, drowning out his protests as you also turned the music up all the way as you entered the warmly lit tunnel.

Bucky looked at you incredulously, but couldn’t help himself from smiling as you opened the window to reach your hand out. It definitely was just like a movie and for the first time since you came into his life, he was glad to surrender his routines to you. 

He didn’t bother to close the windows even after leaving the tunnel, choosing instead to continue driving with the music all the way up. You were surprised to hear quite a few of your own liked songs come on the speakers, but not as surprised as Bucky was to see how much music taste you had in common.

The rest of the drive was filled with the same wistful feeling as a coming-of-age movie, and before you realized it, he was parked in the driveway of his home. He turned off the engine and before you could attempt to wobble your way out of the car, he had opened your door and grabbed your things, assisting you once again with a soft “Let’s go.” 

You wondered if this was what it would be like to come home after a date. You blushed at the thought, Bucky’s arm firmly but gently wrapped around your waist, walking you up the front steps. It was easy to imagine it, the idea of going out to a diner and talking and laughing for hours then driving together, taking all of the side streets and hitting all of the red lights just to hold onto each other’s presence just a little more. But the throbbing in your right ankle snapped you out of your imagination just in time for Bucky to get the door open. 

“We’re home,” Bucky called to the dark house. “Huh,” he thought aloud. “I guess no one’s here.” He walked over to the kitchen counter to find a sticky note and a few dollar bills beside it. Bucky read the note aloud to you. “Hey kids! I went out with some friends. Congrats on the win! Buy yourselves some pizza and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed the dollar bills and started typing on his phone.

“Does he go out like that often?” you asked. Bucky nodded as he continued to search through his phone. 

“Yeah, it’s normal,” he confirmed. “Is pepperoni pizza okay with you?” When you nodded he asked what drink you wanted as he finished typing in your orders before walking towards the cabinet to grab a pain killer and a glass of water, handing both to you. “I’ve sprained my ankles countless times. This helps, trust me. But it might make you a little bit sleepy.” Once you finished your water, he helped walk you upstairs to your room, promising to come back and get you once the pizza arrived.

Now in the comfort and privacy of your own room, you reach over to your nightstand drawer and pull out the letter you had written to Bucky. It had only been a few weeks, but it felt like so much longer. Rereading the words you had written, you felt yourself cringing in response, and you realize just how much has changed in that time. Replacing the letter back in its envelope, you close your eyes and let out a dreamy sigh, letting yourself come back to the fantasy of you and Bucky coming home together from a date, not knowing how long it was before you fell into a slumber, still dreaming about Bucky, who in your dream was confessing to you.

When your eyes fluttered open once again, you were surprised to see a pajama-clad Bucky leaning against the doorway running a towel through his freshly washed hair. “You’re finally up,” he stated. “You hungry?” and as if on cue, your stomach let out a rumble as you sat up.

Downstairs, Bucky helped to heat up your pizza as you sat at the island watching him quietly. The TV was playing what sounded like a Harry Potter movie in the living room, but other than that and the soft hum of the microwave, it was quiet. Once again, you realized just how absurd it was that just last week Bucky turned you down, and now you were sitting in his kitchen as he prepared your dinner. Bucky’s words snapped you out of your thoughts. “You can stay in the living room if you want.” You looked up at him as he continued. “So I don’t have to keep missing my movie to see if you’ve somehow fallen and died.” You couldn’t help but let out a quiet chuckle, surprised to see Bucky’s lip quirk up in semblance of a smile as well. After helping you to the living room, he helped prop your feet up on a few pillows and took a seat on the opposite side of the same couch. 

The movie continued for a while as the two of you sat in silence before you spoke. “So are you a Harry Potter fan then?” you asked. Bucky nodded in response, not bothering to look away from the screen. “Do you like the books better or the movies?” Now he looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“The movies, actually,” he replied without hesitation. This sparked a debate that got much more heated than you anticipated and before you realized it, you and Bucky were yelling back and forth, the whole scene looking much sillier than either of you realized. You were yelling at him, still unable to really sit up, and Bucky was leaning forward to keep eye contact with you from around your foot which currently was propped up in between the two of you and careful to not move the stack of pillows.

You let out a huff. “You know what, James Barnes? You must really hate me if you think I could ever associate with anyone who thinks it was a better creative choice for Dumbledore to yell at Harry.” Bucky let out a petty laugh as you tried and failed to turn away from him.

“Sure,” he replied with a cocky grin that you wanted to smack off his beautiful face. “Well, haven’t you heard? The person you hate the most could end up becoming the one you end up loving the most.” 

You were 100% sure he was just kidding, but damn, you thought. What if?

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Chapter Three: Hello My Old Heart —✧

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Chapter Warnings: Cursing, mentions of abortion, mentions of sex.

Author's Note: I've started to add my own songs that display the story, since this is also a partly different storyline. Also, side not I love Kenny so much, their friendship is just "Mwah.” And depending on certain chapter some may have a different art heading. For example, this lovely art by @silvell shows the picture Juno has hanging in her car, that is said in the chapter. Enjoy you guys!

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I HATE DRIVING THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING. My old and practically broken truck seems to be even louder when no one else is around. It smelt like leather in here, from my maneuver i'm assuming. It was way too early to be on the road. The polaroid picture Kyle gave me dangled from a loose string tied to my mirror, a small pile of empty Diet-coke cans and Sunny D bottles clang together on the floor of the passenger seat, filling more of the quietness along with the squeaking. When it came to being that my brother could finally drive, our parents were skeptical on what to do. We owned a nice car to give to one of us when we were ready, but the two of us couldn't share anything for shit. After a long 15 round game of rock paper scissors, I had lost the car. But my parents felt bad for me, so my dad gave me his old weed van, usually used for moving weed, that was now used for moving living room sets while I was accompanied by my childhood Garfield plush.

A loud sigh left my chest as I parked the car, taking a full 15 minutes to collect myself before walking to the entrance. I was surprised to see my brother’s girlfriend, and my close friend Wendy Testaburger standing at the door, protesting?

“All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned!” She shouted, holding a sign up in the air, one I could tell she drew by the large cute eyes she gave to the baby.

“Hey, Wendy.” I greeted, smiling at the brunette as she lowered her sign.

“Oh, hi, Juno. How are you?” She said sweetly, giving me a kind smile, one that seemed to calm my nerves about being here. Wendy Testaburger was one of the kindest, most welcoming people I have ever met. I was relatively close with her ever since kindergarten, and happy that if my brother dated anyone it was her. She was wonderful, and never failed to make me feel important. And she wasn't judging me for being here of all places, you could tell she wasn't.

“You know, pretty solid. You’re a protestor now?” I asked, causing her to look down at her sign with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, PC principal said we could get extra credit protesting for a cause and well, you know how much I love babies..” she said awkwardly, not expecting to see a classmate during her protest.

“So did you write that paper for Worth's class yet?” I asked, and she nodded her head as she let her sign drop completely at her sides.

“No, not yet. I tried to work on it last night, but I'm having trouble concentrating.” she explained, making me nod.

“Oh, well, I'll give you some of my Adderall.” It's not like I'd be able to use it for a while anyway.

“No, thanks. I'm off pills.”

“That's a wise choice, because I knew this girl, she had this crazy freak-out… Because she took too many meds at once...And she just ripped off her clothes, dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall...And was like, "I am a kraken from the sea!"” I explained, chuckling at the memory as Wendy gave me a strange look.

“Juno, that was you…i was there..” she said softly, making me nod at the awkward silence before making my way inside.

“Well, it's good seeing you, Wendy. I’ll probably see you later at the house.” I said as I left, but Wendy didn't let up.

“Your baby probably has a beating heart, you know.” She shouted after me, causing me to sigh as I kept walking. “It can feel pain. And it has fingernails!” I stopped, turning to look at her with furrowed brows.

“Fingernails? Really?” I asked, not really directing it to her either, mostly just surprised at the revelation . I continued my way inside, being greeted by a strange looking girl sitting at the reception desk. Considering the knowledge I had gained from when Stan went goth, I think she was goth as well. She was adorned in black makeup, and as pale as snow, and had silver and black jewelry covering her body. Yuo, definitely a goth. Probably forced into this job by her parents, because she didn't seem to want to be there anymore than I did.

“Welcome to Women Now, where women are trusted friends. Please put your hands where I can see them and surrender any bombs.” She said in a low monotone voice, not once looking up at me from her computer.

“Hey, I'm here for the big show.” I joked, earning a glare from the receptionist.

“Your name, please?”

“Juno Marsh.” I said, handing her my printed paperwork from the previous night. She glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. She thinks I'm using a fake name, like Gene Simmons or Mother Teresa. SHe let her eyebrow fall back to its normal spot, before handing me even more paperwork to sign below my already printed paper.

“I need you to fill these out, and don't skip the hairy details. We need to know about every score and every sore.” She said, before gesturing to the jar full of individually wrapped condoms. Kinda like how hair salons have a jar of lollipops, the abortion clinic had condoms. It really helped with the scenery. “Would you like a free condom? They're boysenberry.”

“No, I'm off sex right now.” I replied, taking my paperwork. I don't think I'll ever be “on” sex again if I'm being honest.

“My boyfriend uses them every time we have intercourse.” she said with a smirk, finally looking up at me again. “They make his junk smell like pie.” I didn't look back at her, simply giving a look as I walked away, handing the paperwork in as I went to sit down.

I think this was the first time in a while I was aware of the fact that I was biting my fingernails. Fingernails. Damn you Wendy Testaburger. My eyes shifted back and forth around the room, the noise of nails scratching against magazines captivating my mind. I looked around at the other women, then at their fingernails, most of them being picked at or anxiously scratching against some kind of surface, and that's when I broke. I bolted for the door, ignoring any looks I may have received, and I ran for Kenny’s house not too far from the clinic. Wendy sent me a proud smile, shouting at me that she was proud of me before I ran out of her view.

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“Dude, what are you doing here? I'm supposed to come get you at 4.” Kenny said, greeting me at the door, confused by my anxious pacing back and forth. I stopped, slapping my hands to my side as I looked up at him.

“I couldn't do it, Ken. It smelled like a dentist's office in there.” i began pacing again when Kenny came fully out of his house. “And there were horrible magazines with water stains. The receptionist tried to get me to take condoms that look like grape suckers… And just babbling away about her frigging boyfriend's pie balls.”

“Sick..” Kenny mumbled, making me roll my eyes as I stopped pacing. My eyes widened as I ran through the events in my head.

“And Wendy Testaburger was there. And she was like, "Oh, hi. Babies have fingernails." Fingernails!” I shouted, shoving my fingernails in his face, causing Kenny to push my hands down gently, pulling his hood off to address the seriousness of my outburst.

“That's gruesome. Do you think the baby can scratch your vag on the way out...?” Kenny teased, making scratching motions as I groaned, running my hands down my face. I take a moment to collect myself, before making direct eye contact with him.

“I'm staying pregnant, Kenny.” I grumbled, making Kenny look around, coming up to me and holding his hands over my mouth dramatically.

“Dude. You gotta keep your voice down, okay? My mom is inside. She doesn't know that we're sexually active.” He said anxiously, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. Now since he's my best friend I can say this, but Kenny Mccormick is the biggest horndog on planet earth. He was getting blowjobs before I even knew what those were. I love him to death, he's my other half and all, but there was no way his mom didn't know she gave birth to a monster. He sighed at my questioning look.

“Okay, maybe she definitely knows I'm sexually active, but if she hears you she’s gonna wanna talk to me about it and I can't deal with that shit dude.” He whined, grabbing my arms and pulling me to follow him to the park nearby, to our spot.

“What does that even mean? I've been thinking. I was thinking I could have this baby and give it to someone that totally needs it. Like a woman with a bum ovary, or a couple nice lesbos. Maybe Big Gay Al and Mr Slave want a baby, they seem like they'd love a nice jewish redheaded child.” I said, and he gave me a look, his face scrunched up with disgust at the thought of me being pregnant.

“But then you're gonna get huge, and your chest is gonna milktate...And you're gonna have to, tell people that you're pregnant. And you won't be able to smoke for a while.” He explained, and I found it hard to argue, but still I tried.

“Maybe they'll canonize me for being so selfless.”

“Or maybe they'll, like, totally shit and be really, really mad...And not let you graduate or go to the Springs for spring break.” Somehow I had ended up hoisted on Kenny's back, getting a piggyback from the boy all the way to the park. I honestly don't know how he held my weight up sometimes, but Piggyback rides were just something we did.

“I was gonna go to the Rockies’s with Kyle anyway.” I said nonchalantly, not seeing the smirk that formed on Kenny’s lips at my words.

“You should look at adoption ads. I see them all the time in the PennySaver.” He offered, making me laugh slightly.

“They still make a newspaper?” He shook me, trying to get me to fall off his back before I giggled loudly, pulling myself back up.

“Shut up, you know I can't afford tv news.”

“They really have ads for parents?” I asked, and he nodded, detouring to grab a newspaper from the park entrance.

“Yeah. "Desperately Seeking Spawn." Right next to, terriers and iguanas and used fitness equipment and stuff. It's totally legit.” He took a newspaper, and carried us to our park bench, carefully dropping me onto it.

Somehow, after hours spent reading the newspaper, Kenny and I had ended up grabbing slushies from the convenient stand, exactly what we needed in the 20 degree Colorado weather. My legs were over his lap as we laid messily flipping through the news.

"Wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple have found true love with each other." All that's missing is your bastard.” Kenny read out loud, nudging me when he looked over at me laying my head back, not paying attention.

“I want a parakeet.” I mumbled, the sunglasses I was wearing being pulled from my face as Kenny tried to get my attention.

“You're totally not even listening to me.”

“No, I heard you. I don't wanna give the baby to a family...That describes themselves as wholesome.” I explained, taking a long swig from my slushie as Kenny sighed with defeat.

“Why?”

“I just want something a little edgier.” I explained, sitting up in my spot. Kenny kept scanning the newspaper.

“What did you have in mind exactly?”

“I was thinking more like a graphic designer, mid-thirties… With a cool Asian girlfriend who dresses awesome and rocks out on the bass” I explained, turning to see Kenny giving me a look that said ‘are you serious right now.’ I smiled at him, my now blue lips widening. “But I don't wanna be too particular.”

“Okay. How about this? "Educated, successful couple seeking infant...To join our family of five. You will be compensated. Help us complete the circle of love." That sounds great.” He seemed to hesitate on saying they were ‘great,’ and I can see why.

“They sound like a frigging cult. They already have three kids. They're just greedy little bitches.” I groaned, feeling the defeat of this search, wondering why I didn't just go to Unplanned parenthood and drop off my fetus for them to grow themselves.

“Juno, how about this one?” Kenny shoved my arm, a sense of excitement as he handed me the newspaper. They were Mark and Vanessa Loring...And they were beautiful even in black and white.

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“Where the fuck have you been!?” Stan shouted, not allowing me a moment of peace. I swear the second the front door opened he was screaming. I do love my brother, he was quite literally me with a penis, but that didn't change the fact that I really hated him sometimes. The fact that our parents were out to dinner right now didn't help the volume of Stan’s screaming.

“Out.” I grumbled, placing my keys in the key holder before trying to walk away. I needed a drink, damn you alcohol blocking fetus.

“Right, of course. You were “out.”” Stan scoffed, making me roll my eyes as I turned to face him.

“What do you want, Stan?” I asked coldly, and he just sighed, taking a second to look at me. Then his eyes trailed down, and he looked at my stomach. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…he knew. How the fuck did he know. God damn my life.

“I know okay? I saw the fucking papers on your bed.” He said, throwing the crumbled up abortion document at me. I wanted to cry, I could feel angry tears pricking at my eyes, and a burning bile forming on the back of my throat.

“You had no right, that was my fucking privacy! You just can’t mind your own damn business!” I shouted, pointing a shaky finger at him, trying desperately to hold back my tears.

“You got an abortion Juno! An abortion! Without telling anyone, do you understand how fucking insane that is!” He shouted back, and I sighed, trying to calm myself and Stan.

“Yes, I do and just listen to me okay I think that..” he interrupted.

“What the hell were you thinking!? What if mom found that paper, what if dad did!?” He continued shouting, his face turning a deep crimson as the oxygen was cut off due to all his screaming.

“I know I know, just listen to me…” He interrupted again.

“That’s so dangerous Juno, what if something happened, regardless of the fact you’re fucking pregnant, what if you got hurt?” He continued rambling, about to keep talking before I grabbed the napkin holder off the table, chucking it at him angrily. He ducked, letting the holder hit the wall as I began speaking.

“I didn’t get an abortion okay! Because your dumb girlfriend wouldn’t shut up about how my fetus has fingernails. Fingernails!” I shouted back at him, holding my hands out, before sighed and held a hand over my chest. “I'm sorry, you know I love Wendy I just, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” Everything seemed to dawn on me at that moment. He still didn't know it was Kyle’s. He didn't know that a part of his best friend was growing inside of me right now, and he was already this angry. And this isn't even the worst of it all. I still had parents to tell, and classmates to find out, and a whole life that I used to have that was now gone. I couldn't help but feel my chest closing in.

“You are fucking insane you know that?” Stan hissed, and I simply rolled my eyes, holding a hand on my chest to keep back my panicked tears.

“Oh please, you’re a seventeen year old alcoholic, but I’m the crazy one.” I laughed bitterly, hunching over on the table as I heard Stan huff behind me.

“You’re seventeen too Juno, you’re fucking seventeen, and you’re pregnant! What are you even gonna do? This is beyond irresponsible, you’re never getting your life back after this!”

“God stan I know okay! I fucking know!” I shouted back, Stan staring back at me with empty eyes. “And, you yelling at me isn’t making it any fucking easier. I’m so scared shitless and I just, I need my brother. I need..” My breathing began picking up, as I knelt down to the ground, closing in on myself. It was like something clicked in Stan's mind, that I was still his sister. His baby sister, who was losing her breath on the ground.

“Hey, hey I’m sorry.” He said softly, kneeling down and pulling me into his chest. “I’m sorry. It’s okay Junebug, I’m right here.” he reassured, holding me close as I sobbed into his chest. I pulled away, sighing as I wiped my tears.

“I-i have a whole plan. Kenny and I found this couple, in the Penny saver. I’m gonna go and meet them, and hopefully give them the baby once it’s born. I just, I need your help telling mom and dad.” Stan nodded, pulling me back into his chest, his heart racing just as fast as mine.

“Of course Junebug, I’ll be there.”

[sapphicdib]

Saint and Enot au

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Just did here!! However have a lil snippet of extra stuff:

“Hey!”

Sig cracked open her eyes to the feeling of Rivulet’s wet paws slapping against his face, and the sound of a new voice, the one that belonged to the strange…slugcat, if you could call it that, that had apparently just saved his life.

“You…you talk.” Sig mumbled, watching the creature roll its eyes.

“Yeah, yeah! Big deal! We have bigger issues right now, okay? Don’t pass out on me again, I need your help.” Enot flicked his glitchy tail as Ruffles helped Sig sit back up.

“What about the others?” Sig asked, drawing his knees to his chest and hugging them, appearing a lot smaller than she usually did.

“Oh, like your girlfriend?” The slugcat’s multicoloured ears perked, sending little pixels through the air. “I’ve been protecting them, chasing down my little buddy and beating the shit out of him if he gets too close.” Enot shrugged, sitting back on his haunches.

“So he’s…trying to kill us?” Sig asked hesitantly. Ruffles’ gills puffed up protectively, and Sig gently patted her head.

“Yeah. Says y’all have ~overstayed your welcome in this cycle~ and ~need to let this realm rest~.” He put on a goofy voice as he mocked Saint, doing air-quotes with his stubby fingers. “Stupid, right?”

“Uh, I guess, I mean, they didn’t even ask or anything.” Sig shrugged, a chill going down her spine as she realized just how close he’d been to death—actual death. The one you don’t come back from.

“Exactly! The dude’s crazy. Anyways, I’ve been chasing them around, but obviously I can’t do that forever. So, I’ve got a two-step plan that should prevent unwanted ascension.” He pressed his paws together and glanced to Sig, who only looked at him with expectant eyes.

“Step one: get off that thing,” He pointed at the broken mechanical arm keeping Sig rooted to the ground, “and step two—“

“I cant…we can’t get off these.” Sig interrupted.

“Not with that attitude you can’t!”

“Trust me! I’ve tried!” Sig gestured in frustration. “And with how deteriorated my systems are now…it’d be basically impossible.” She sighed in defeat, resting her head in her arms. Enot frowned, watching the iterator pout.

“Well maybe ask your girlfriend for ideas or something!” It said, swishing its glitchy tail. “C’mon, use that supercomputer brain, are you gonna waste all your RAM on being mopey? I know you’ve got friends, maybe all of you can figure something out together!” He crossed his arms. Sig’s gaze returned to Inv, and he looked like he was about to snap at him.

“Wawa!” Ruffles stopped her from saying something rude, waving her arms. “Wa! Awa!”

Sig looked confused, before looking back at Inv.

“She said nothing is impossible. If she managed to reactivate your girlfriend, then you and your friends can figure out how to get off your damn strings.”

Sig was silent for a moment, before giving in and pulling up a screen. “And in the meantime?”

“I’ll be keeping the moss with a god complex in check so they can’t hurt you guys while you’re figuring this out.” Enot stood, going to the wall, where a ladder of spears had been constructed to get to the access shaft. However, instead of climbing, his body glitched and he suddenly appeared a couple rungs up, balanced on the spear. “Chop chop, we don’t have infinite cycles!” He sang, once again teleporting higher onto the ladder. “I’ll be back shortly. Say hi to your girlfriend for me!”

[emetoniche]

Bahamas Chronicles: Part One I’d Rather The Car

Okay people, I finally did it! I finished my next fic. Not that it’s super long, I just take forever. I am super pleased to introduce my final two OCs of my little group, I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, this vacation is going to be a series, so more stories coming soon!)

TW: emeto, death, emotional trauma, suicide and divorce (very brief mention not relating to any of my characters)

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Darius looked up from his phone when he heard his name called across the airport.

“Darius! Hey man, over here!”

It took Darius a few seconds to find the source of the voice, but when he did, his face broke into a huge smile. Justin and the rest of the gang were threading their way through the throngs of people, said gang including Darius’s girlfriend Ariadne. Ari had the biggest grin on her face, her hair bouncing as she hurried towards him. When she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. It had been so long since they had been together, almost two months. Darius had been called home to Germany after his dad had gotten very sick, but after the funeral, he had headed straight home. Only to find out all his friends were going on vacation to the Bahamas. Darius had decided to go along with them: he needed to de-stress after everything that had happened recently.

Justin and the rest finally caught up with him and Ari, and there was a significant commotion as they all shuffled around into a group hug, then took turns hugging Darius individually. “Glad you’re back bud,” Eddie said, slapping Darius on the back. Darius grunted, but smiled. He didn’t realize how much he had missed all of his friends, or their little quirks. Callum’s perpetual aviators, Justin’s simping over Roan, Ari’s crazy outfits, Roan’s sarcasm, or even Eddie’s habit of slapping his friends way too hard on the back.

“I missed you guys so much,” he breathed, looking around at all of them.

Roan groaned, rolling her eyes. “Alright, alright, we’ve hugged and kissed it all out, enough with the sappy stuff already.” Darius couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. Yup, he was back home alright.

Adler, Darius’s pet fox, was staying with the zoology professor while Darius was on vacation, and the others had all found friends or family to watch their pets too.

Ari leaned into Darius, nuzzling into his neck. Darius buried his face in her dark hair for a moment, enjoying the smell of the coconut shampoo she used to keep her curls nice and tight. Too long, he thought, way too long since I’ve been able to do this.

Working their way through customs and security was difficult, as always, but Darius had never been so happy to do it. It meant he was back where he belonged: with his friends and his girlfriend. By the time the plane was being loaded, Darius had caught up on almost everything that had happened since he had been gone, from light gossip on who was dating who, to serious shit like the English professor’s divorce and subsequent suicide.

Boarding the plane went smoothly, Darius having pulled some strings to get all of them first-class seats. When his dad died, he had left Darius so much money he knew he would never be able to spend it all, so he had decided to splurge on the trip, treating all of his friends the way he knew his dad would have wanted. Darius and Ari had been seated together. Ari immediately set about hooking up a dual-headphone jack so they could watch one of their favorite horror films together. Around them, Eddie and Callum were fiddling with the snack compartments and Justin and Roan were pulling out the blankets they had been given.

The roar of the plane engine soon drowned out any noises from the back sections of the plane, leaving Darius alone with his girlfriend. They had just barely started the movie when the plane took off, the ground dropping away beneath them. Darius had chosen the seat furthest from the window because watching the ground so far below made him dizzy, but Ari was staring eagerly at the clouds as they flew by. “Ooh, Darius, look baby, that one looks like a dragon,” she squealed, pointing out the window.

Darius glanced out as for as long as he could without making his head spin. “Oh, yeah, cute,” he replied, returning to the movie. Before long, Ari followed suit, closing the window’s cover. The Cabin in the Woods occupied Darius for about forty-five minutes before he realized his stomach was starting to roil.

He nearly let out a miserable groan when he realized that in his excitement he had forgotten to take his Dramamine before the plane took off. It was definitely too late now, and besides, the Dramamine was in the overhead compartment in his carry-on bag. Standing up to get it would only make his head spin from the movement of the plane under his feet. He resolved to just focus hard on the film, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the growing nausea in the pit of his stomach.

Darius looked over at Ari to see if she had noticed his arm wrapped lightly over his stomach, but she had her eyes glued to the screen. Her lips were open in a look of surprise as a zombie lurched out of the ground towards one of the characters; her eyes were as big as dinner plates. A mix of thoughts swirled through Darius’s head as he watched her. On one hand, he just wanted to snuggle into her and whine like a little baby about his tummy. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make their first time back together in months miserable by being sick. His guilt won. He turned back to the movie, trying to ignore the sticky saliva building in his mouth.

It was so metallic tasting, like he was sucking on a metal lollipop or something. The stuff clung to the roof of his mouth, remaining even when he swiped his tongue around to get rid of it. By the time five minutes had gone by, Darius was beginning to give up on the hope that he could just keep his stomach in place with sheer will. It kept lurching into his throat every time the plane gave a slight bounce. A clammy sweat had broken over him, beads rolling down his forehead and into his eyes.

“Geez, these people are such idiots,” Ari groaned, laughing at the screen. She reached blindly out to put her hand on Darius’s leg. When she rested it on him, she could feel how tense the muscles were. She sat up a bit to look at him, confusion and concern written on her features. Darius tried so hard to look put together and okay, but the deep furrow in Ari’s brow let him know that he had failed miserably.

“Hey, everything okay baby,” she asked quietly, cupping his cheek in one hand. The word “yes” formed in Darius’s mind, but the word “no” came out of his lips. Apparently his subconscious was sick of him trying to be a big tough man and was ready to just give in to Ari’s care.

Ari hummed sympathetically. “I’m sorry, are you feeling air sick?”

Darius nodded slowly. “I-it happens every time I fly,” he managed. “I forgot to take my medicine before we took off…” Ari lifted her hand to sweep his hair away from his face.

“You should have said something right away, I have some Dramamine in my backpack,” she admonished gently. “Seems like it’s too late now.”

Darius considered nodding again, but dismissed the thought as a wave of nausea crashed over him when the plane gave a little jolt. A wet, sickly burp forced its way out of his mouth followed by a weak groan. He reached out to pull the curtain across the opening of his seat into the isle so nobody else could see him. He was embarrassed enough to have forgotten his medicine and was now probably, no wait, definitely, going to puke in front of his girlfriend.

When another burp sent a watery stream up his throat, Darius lurched forward, scrambling furiously at the seat pocket in front of him while he did his best to swallow down the sick. Ari managed to find a bag before he did. She shoved it into his hands, putting her hand on the back of his head to help position his mouth above the bag’s opening.

Darius’s breaths were coming fast and shallow as his chest hitched in a gag. Nothing but a tinted stream of water trickled from between his lips, dripping into the bag. He could feel Ari’s hand on his back and hear her voice gently encouraging him, which admittedly made him feel a bit better. At least she wasn’t completely disgusted by him right now.

This thought quickly vanished as a painful retch tore through him. A much heavier gush of puke flew up this throat, filling the bag about a quarter of the way. Darius barely had time to breathe before another horrid sounding retch slammed his stomach inward. This next flow lasted so long he had a single panicked moment where he was terrified he couldn’t stop. When he finally did, his chest heaved with huge breaths, trying to suck in as much air as he possibly could.

He had a few seconds respite this time before he heaved again, to his horror nearly filling the bag to the top. He could tell there was more to come, but there wasn’t room for it. His eyes wide, he whimpered at Ari, hoping she would understand. She apparently had already noticed the precariously filled sick-bag, because as soon as he stopped vomiting, she had another bag held under his chin, holding it herself this time.

Darius’s hand gripped her thigh, the other holding equally tightly to the already full airsickness bag. His breathing had started to quicken, practically hyperventilating as he fought to get in air between gags. His head was spinning and throbbing at the same time; his temples seemed to be pulsating to the beat of his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could tell that he was getting himself worked up way too much, but when his vision started to swim with black spots he gave up on listening to that little voice.

His gags became a combination of choking gasps and grating retches until he felt Ari’s hand go to his chest, forcing him to sit upright. He was no longer actually vomiting: there was nothing left inside of him to get out. Instead, he was dry-heaving, his panic escalating the nausea he already had until he was simply unable to stop his stomach from rebelling over and over and over.

“Hey!” Darius heard a soothing voice calling to him through the black void that had filled his vision. “Darius, baby, you have to calm down, you’re making things worse.” Ari’s hands were cupping his cheeks, thumbs swirling circles on the soft skin in a comforting rhythm.

His stomach gave another lurch, the smallest trickle of bile falling from his lips. Because Ari had removed the sick bag to comfort him, the bile fell onto his lap, soaking into his black jeans. A chill ran down Darius’s spine at the disgusting sensation, but he was gaining enough control of himself to keep a gag back. Ari’s touch was grounding him, bringing him back around to the point where he could actually see clearly again. The black faded from his vision and his breathing slowed to a steady pace.

“You feeling better now,” Ari asked softly, leaning in to kiss his brow.

“Um, yeah, I think so…” Darius replied shakily, gulping hard. His stomach still felt pretty off, but he didn’t think he was in danger of puking all over the place anymore. “Can I get some of that Dramamine now?”

Ari smiled at him. “Of course baby, let me get it out of my bag, kay?” Darius instantly missed the warmth of her hands when she bent to fish the meds out of her bag, but it was worth it five minutes later when the stuff started to truly settle his stomach. And a good thing it did too, because the flight was another six or seven hours before they could land. With a sigh, Darius curled into Ari after lifting the arm rest separating them. His head on her lap, he closed his eyes, relishing the relief that fading into sleep brought him, the last sensation Ari’s hand rubbing slowly over his back.

[yourlocalmultifandom]

Part 1

VILLES POV

"Yeah" I nod into the phone, looking out of the window of the tour bus. I'd been all over America, but there was just one place I wanted to be, and in less than a whole day, I'd be there again. "I'll be there in the morning"

"Cool, I'll have everything ready when you get here" Bam agrees.

"Great, great. Okay, I'll talk to you then"

"Later" he says before the phone clicks.

I look up, watching Mige sit on the opposite side of the table and smile at me. The cheesy grin was enough, but when he happily intertwined his fingers on the tabletop, I narrow my eyes, knowing he's definitely up to something.

"What?" I stare.

"I'm going to hate not being able to speak to you the entire time we're there" he dramatically sighs.

"Why can't you?"

"Because you'll be a drooling puppy dog all over again, don't act like I can't see the way you cream your pants every time she's around"

"Surely you're not talking about me"

"I am. You and little miss Margera"

"Aprils a lovely woman, but she's married"

"Don't play dumb, Ville. You know I'm talking about Danni"

The very name struck a special string in my heart. I look at my hand, trying my best to hide any emotion that hits me. Bams twin sister, the vixen that ran away with my heart.

"She's off at college" I nearly whisper.

"No she isn't. Bam said she dropped out to do that CKY thing" a coy smirk dancing on his face.

"No she didn't" I stare, my heart skipping a beat.

"Oh yeah she did. Bam picked her up like three days ago, so she'll be all nice and ready to rock when you arrive"

"She's a friend"

"That you lose all dignity over" he smirks.

He's not wrong, I started thinking about her long dark hair, pale skin, those icy blue eyes...that damn smile. I find myself writing about her a lot, and I'll be the first to admit that Danni is a very beautiful girl, but I highly doubt I'd ever be her type. Even if I did have a chance, she's got this on and off thing with one of the guys from CKY, the band her brother, Jess, is in. Her little fling still doesn't stop me from devoting everything I have to her every chance I get, though. I was really hoping she wouldn't be there this time, I'm worried Bam will notice my admiration for her someday. He's bound to find out if I'm around her long. Those two are thick as thieves, being twins wasn't just in their looks either, I swear they could finish each other's very thoughts. I'd never have guessed anyone could match his energy the way she does.. The very first time I ever met her, Bam had brought her along to one of my shows, and I was instantly mesmerized. She was the first person to ever convince me to get on a skateboard, and the only girl I know that can drink as much as me. My mind starts trailing off, thinking about all of the time we've spent together during our friendship.

"Hello? Ville" Mige says, ripping me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I stare.

"Exactly what I thought" he smiles. "Get some rest, you'll be struggling to breathe normal in a few hours"

"Right" I nod, realizing there was only about four hours before I see her.

I stand up, making my way to my bed and trying to mentally prepare myself for dealing with that beloved family of lunatics, I laugh at how I used to think Bam was crazy...then I met his sister. I lay in bed and think about all the memories I had with my favorite twins, remembering all the crazy shit they do on a regular basis. I sigh, trying to shut my brain off and get some rest, unfortunately, my brain is now infiltrated by one Danni Margera. I sigh, tossing and turning, haunted by her smile, her laugh, her touch. The three years I've spent being her friend has driven me insane, and now I'll be faced with her again, just praying that I don't accidentally let my love for her show. Maybe I'm recalling things through rose-tinted glasses, perhaps I'll get there and have entirely different emotions.