This Was So Cute !!!

'taking it'

tags: sort of non-con, dark!coriolanus snow (?), fem!reader, implied sex, smut, unedited

You gasped, as Coriolanus pressed his body against yours with unrestrained passion. His movements were fervent and filled with intensity, your skin burning beneath his touch.

The sound of his heavy breathing becoming a symphony to your ears as he continued to ravage you in wild abandon, pushing the boundaries of pleasure beyond all imaginable limits.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’d cum in pleasure. “Coriolanus-, it's too much, i can’t handle it-.” Though your pleas fall upon death ears as he doesn’t seem to care about what your saying, he was already to deep in the lust of the moment to even realise or comprehend what you were saying.

"Can't get enough of you" he'd whisper, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his strong lap.

"No!" you'd moan when he pressed himself deep inside yours. His embrace seemed to last an eternity, igniting flames of desire all through your body. He wanted all of you and more, a craving that only grew stronger as time went on.

Coriolanus would gaze down to where you were intertwined and moan with delight at the sight of your passion smeared over his shaft. “God damn, you’re driving me wild” he growled, gripping your hips and lifting you up before putting his cock back in.

At this point you’re nothing but his cocksleeve. Your insides scream in pain with each passing second and your stomach feels like it's about to burst from the unbearable sensation.

You beg for him to stop, yet he continues heedless of your pleas. You know that if he doesn't take respite soon, you will succumb to exhaustion and pass out from the physical stress of it all. Coriolanus keeps thrusting into you like a mindless beast.

Not thinking of the repercussions, you tried to push him off by lifting yourself partially up from his thighs and laying your small hand on his pelvis. But in that moment, it was a mistake that you deeply regretted.

You cry out loud as he pulls you back down. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin, his whisper filled with venom as he spits out the question: "Where do you think that you are going?".

He places a hand around the small of your back, holding your hips firmly against the bed. The power of his grip immobilizes you from moving any further. You try to plead with him but it falls on deaf ears.

He stares into your eyes, his expression unreadable as he leans in closer to you. His voice suddenly softens and he smiles a small, knowing smile that sends chills down your spine.

"Look," he says in a low tone, "Just relax."

He had one hand firmly clutching your hands, immobilizing them above your head. You felt his other hand tracing down your body for more access and finally pushing your left leg to the side. "Stop fucking running away and take it," he demanded.

His words stirred something inside of you that felt liberating yet uncertain at the same time. The sensation of him positioned above you unlocked an intensity in the moment that made everything feel heightened- each breath, every action.

You shake your head back and forth, tears streaming down your cheeks. His laugh is bitter as he says, “It serves you right. You shouldn’t have spoken to that guy.”

By the way your body betrayed you once more by tightening his cock, he knew you were going to cum.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me," Coriolanus whispers as he leans down to kiss your lips and wiping away the tears with one hand that is pressed against your stomach.

His other hand reaches up to grasp onto yours, and he can feel your body quaking beneath him. "Fuck, I'm so close," Coriolanus gasps out in pleasure. His movements become more weaker as time passes.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel him reach his climax inside you, and the walls of your body are filled with his warmth. “So fucking gorgeous with my load in you.” he had whispered into your ear as he pulled out of you, lazily putting his body weight on you but not fully.

“You did so good, so so good.” He says as he moves up to your neck full of hickies to place a gentle kiss. His words spark something deep within you, and as he pulls away you can feel the tears beginning to form in your eyes once again.

You are overcome by a wave of emotion that you can't seem to control, but instead try to hold it back.

He seems to notice it though. "Shhh," Coriolanus whispers as he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around your body. You can feel the beating of his heart against yours, and you wrap your own arms tightly around him. You don't make the effort to push him off you, since you know there was no chance he would let you.

Deal With It - Matty Healy

Plot: I had this idea where the reader is Matty’s plug and it seemed kinda cool so I’m running with it. Has a little bit of George Daniel. Also based on she way out but set around 2015/16 time.

Female reader

Warnings: Explicit drug use, Alcohol, Cocaine, Weed, Smoking, Swearing, Violence, Smut, Male & slight female dom

“There she is! Finally fucking made it,” Matty announced as he pulled me tightly into his side. I grinned, smelling the booze, cigarettes and cologne on him. He’d accosted me as soon as he spotted me walking across the crowded nightclub. It’d been booked for some fancy private party full of celebrities, and Matty had got me on the guest list. He pulled me toward the group of sofas in the corner, where the band and various others sat.

“Alright, get off of me you daft twat,” I joked, escaping from his grasp and ruffling his long curly hair. George stood from his spot at the table, standing in front of me with his arms open and smile lines in the corner of his eyes. I didn’t hesitate to fall into his embrace, my head only touching his chest as he towered above me. His arms looped around my back as he picked me up and I felt my short dress ride up.

“George! George my arse is out,” I warned him, laughing. Matty came up behind me to pull my skirt down and his band mate returned me to my feet. I felt my ears burning as George grinned down at me.

“How are you doing then? It’s been a while,” he asked, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face. It was almost embarrassing how attractive I found him. Matty had introduced us at one of his parties and we hit it off over a spliff.

“Not too bad, whitey king,” I teased, earning a playful shove.

“Hey, hey, don’t steal her away. I’m the one who asked her here,” Matty interrupted, obviously upset at being left out of the conversation bubble. He swooped in, hooking an arm around my shoulder and leading me away from the group. “I’ll bring her back for you shortly, we have business to discuss first,” he announced cheekily, sending a wink in George’s direction, who didn’t look overly impressed.

“Matty, I didn’t even get to say hi to anyone,” I complained, squirming out of his grasp because I wasn’t entirely sure how it made me feel. Whilst George had been wearing cuffed jeans and converse, Matty seemed a lot more dressed up. He had on black trousers and a white shirt that was more draped over him than being worn, the top buttons undone. It suited him.

“You can see them later, now have you got anything for me?”

“You’re dressed smart,” I stated, ignoring his question. He rolled his eyes, but I could see him smirk.

“And you’re dressed hot, now where’s the coke?”

“Ey!” I scolded, smacking him on the arm as we reached the bar. “It’s here,” I told him, taking his hand and pressing the baggy into it. He thanked me, pocketed it and pressed a kiss to my cheek, slipping a some bank notes into my bag. Matty waved a hand at the bartender, a pretty young woman who came over immediately.

“I’ll get a whiskey and a…” he turned to me.

“Just a rum and coke.”

“A double rum and coke, and could you get a tray of shots to the table in the corner?” Matty asked her, pointing out his group. The bartender nodded, making quick work of our drinks and passing a message on to serve the rest of the band. Matty slid my glass over to me, knocking back his own drink alarmingly fast.

“D’ya need me to give you any money for that?”

“Are you kidding? It’s on a tab, now get that drink down you, you’re unnervingly sober,” he told me, linking his fingers through mine and pulling me through the bodies. He led me through to the hall and then stopped outside the women’s bathroom. “Hurry up,” he scolded, gesturing back to the untouched glass in my hand. I scowled at his bossiness, but did as I was told and knocked the drink back with a slight grimace.

“What are we doing hanging outside the ladies?” I asked him suspiciously, but he didn’t dignify me with a response, instead pushed through the door and hurried me into a toilet cubicle. I raised an eyebrow. “Well now I think that you’re really fucking weird, and I’ve been your dealer for over a year.”

“Do a line with me you muppet,” he quipped, pulling the baggy out his pocket. He got his phone out and cut two decent lines on the black screen. He did his first and then I copied him, covering my nostril and tipping my head back as I sniffed hard. Immediately the chemical petrol taste started a drip at the back of my throat. Matty looked up at me. “You’re the best, (Y/N).”

“It can’t be hitting you that quick, let’s go back.”

“Fine, let’s get another drink in you,” Matty decided for both of us. Although I wanted to go back and see George I figured a pit stop by the bar wouldn’t be the worst thing to shift the nerves.

By the time we stopped for a cigarette and got two Jägerbombs the drugs had hit my system and I knew it would be a terrible idea to go over and try to speak to the drummer. I felt a grin stuck on my face as Matty frantically talked my ear off, although I’d only half been listening. Instead, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor, where the song Everybody Dance by CHIC was playing. His words were cut off as he raised his eyebrows in surprise, obligingly following me to the front where the DJ was. He chuckled, beginning to dance along with me. We were facing each other, stood quite close. His pupils were dilated, his hair falling over his face. Suddenly he stopped dancing, laughing at me instead.

“What? What is it?” I asked, feeling flushed and totally off my face as I grinned.

“You’re totally off beat,” he said, leaning close to my ear so I could hear him. Matty leaned back, first tapping the rhythm of the song onto my arms, then trailed his fingers down my forearms to catch my hands in his own, pushing them foreword and back so that we were dancing together, and putting my rhythm back on track. He wetted his lip as swayed to the beat. We shouted the words at each other, Matty at one point playfully spinning me around, his shirt now totally unbuttoned, showing his torso and tattoos.

“MATTY THIS IS YOUR SONG!” I shouted at him as all of a sudden Love Me off the boys new album started playing. He chuckled, looking almost embarrassed as his own voice came through the speaker.

“Oh god,” he complained, but he still humoured me with a short dance before we made our way back to the table, both feeling a lot more trashed than when we had first bumped into each other. Matty essentially deposited me with the others before he was off to the bar again. George welcomed me a spot on his lap as all the seats were taken and made quick work of settling his arms around my stomach with his chin resting on my head while Adam and Ross discussed the next tour they were due to go on.

“I was hoping you weren’t going to run off with Matty again this time,” George said, his hands moving to tug the skirt of my dress slightly down so my knickers weren’t on show. I felt my ears heat up red again at his comment. George seemed to be able to make me so flustered at his comments, despite the way he said them so calmly.

“Matty is Matty, he’s constantly dragging me off to do things.”

“What things?” George asked, hinting at the obvious.

“Cocaine mainly,” I deadpanned.

“That’s a bit naughty,” he teased, digging his fingers into my sides so that I squirmed. I spotted Matty making his way back to the table with a tray of drinks.

“George, you do know what I do for a living?”

“Yeah, I sussed it out,” he replied, pressing a kiss to my cheek as Matty wedged his way into a non existent seat between Adam and George.

“I bought us shots,” he announced. “Come on (Y/N), you’ll do a shot with me won’t you?” His voice was coming out testy, and as I looked him in the eye I noticed his pupils once again dilated. I frowned, noticing the way his mood had soured and hoped he wasn’t about to make it everyone’s problem.

“Sure, I’ll do a shot,” I appeased, tilting my head to look at George. “You?”

“Yeah, course,” he replied, moving his hands back to rest on my thighs while Matty grimaced slightly and handed shots out to the group.

“Fucksake Hann, I’m trying to hand you this,” he snapped at Adam when he failed to notice the drink he’d been offered.

“Fucking hell Matty, what’s got you so tetchy?” the guitarist asked, receiving an annoyed look.

“I’m not tetchy,” Matty responded unconvincingly.

As the night went on Matty’s move improved slightly, even if it was only after sneaking off to do more coke. It was a while before he went off into the party, him instead favouring hovering by me and George, occasionally dropping in arsey comments which were beginning to piss me off.

After Matty sloped off to the bathrooms again, I asked George to come with me for a cigarette. We pushed our way through the crowd and stumbled through the corridor to the outdoor smoking area; a large rooftop balcony overlooking West London. I leant against the railing, George coming to stand next to me.

“You got a light?” I asked, having left my bag inside. He nodded, patting down his pockets to find it, then ignited it, holding it out with his hand guarding the flickering flame as I lit my cigarette and then as he lit his. I took a deep drag.

“I have to ask you something.” He turned to me, his body slightly closer to my own. “Are you… Are you and Matty a thing?” George asked, before taking another drag of his cigarette. I let out a laugh.

“What? No,” I chuckled. “He’s a client, and probably a friend too now I think about it, but we’re not romantically involved.”

“Cool,” came George’s response. With that, his hand reached down to cup my cheek and I looked up at him curiously, but in the back of my mind I knew what was going to happen next. As his eyes flickered from my eyes down to my lips and back my suspicions were confirmed and he leaned down to kiss me, both of us unaware that there might be any potential observers. As his lips pressed against my own and our cigarettes smoked away, forgotten by our sides, I couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment. The kiss was just… a kiss. Perhaps I’d set myself up for it, expecting fireworks just because I found the man attractive, but the truth remained that there was hardly a spark.

My thoughts were cut short however as a third party forced it’s way into the moment, in the form of Matty Healy. It took a moment for me to register George reeling away from me, another for me to comprehend that Matty had punted his best mate in the face.

“Matty! What the fuck?!” I heard my own voice exclaimed shrilly. George was stood back from the aggravated Matty, holding the side of his face in surprise.

“You two? Are you fucking joking me?!” Matty exclaimed, clearly fresh off one line too many. I rushed over to George, seeing to check if he was okay, but when I reached him he stepped away from me, a hurt look in his eyes as if I had lied to him about my relationship to Matty. I didn’t blame him. The way Matty was acting was as though I was his wife of four years, not his newly acquired mate.

“I’m going inside, you two should talk,” George said, a little coldly. He left quickly, not bothering to say anything else to either of us.

“(Y/n), I…” Matty began, obviously sensing that he might have done the wrong thing.

“I’m not speaking to you here, it’s too… public,” I told him. He reached out for my arm and I batted him away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, ignoring his shocked and guilty eyes.

“My hotel is across the street, we could talk there?” he suggested. I paused, thinking that that might be a terrible idea, but my head was fuzzy with booze and coke and I more than desperately wanted to sit down. I nodded, unable to speak incase I began yelling at him.

We walked in total silence, Matty stumbling slightly the whole way and me remaining at least two paces behind him, except for making sure he didn’t dart out into the busy London traffic. Eventually we made it to the hotel room; a large suite by the top of the building. Matty kicked off his shoes and I shut the door softly behind me before he walked past and fell down onto his stomach on the bed, reaching into the drawers.

“We could go for a spliff,” he suggested, a cheeky grin on his face, contrasting the stony look on my own face. I was gobsmacked at his complacency.

“Matty!” I scolded, and he sat up to look at me, leaving the skins and grinder on the bed. “What you did was not alright, in fact, what the FUCK were you thinking?” I began, all the frustration I’d built up finally coming out. He looked irritatingly surprised that we were still on the subject, likely from the drugs.

“I dunno, it was just wrong wasn’t it?”

“Wrong? What the fuck does that mean?”

“George shouldn’t have kissed you,” he continued, not really explaining anything. I stepped closer to him and he stood up to meet my height.

“Matty, what do you mean he shouldn’t have kissed me?” I said, my voice dangerously quiet.

“I…” Matty began, but he didn’t sound so confident now. “I didn’t like it. I dunno.” His eyes darted down to the floor. “I watched you outside being all lovey-dovey and I didn’t like it… so I… I hit him.”

“He’s your fucking best mate Matty! Why do you think you get to do shit like that just because you don’t like a situation? And you were watching us? How long was that little act of voyeurism?” I demanded, but this time Matty met my eye with a level of slight arrogance.

“See, this is why I like you. Only you would say a phrase like that.”

Before I even thought about it my hand had caught the side of his face. He put his own hand on the spot where I’d slapped him, looking at me slightly shocked. All of a sudden I couldn’t find the words to continue. Guilt hit me in my stomach. I hadn’t meant to do that.

Matty’s expression however had changed. His dark eyes stayed trained on my face, lips parted and I could hear him breathe slightly louder. For a second we both stood there, tension thick between us, in total silence.

“Matty I’m sorry I-” I began, but was cut off as he took my face in his hands and connect our lips, pressing his hard against my own and slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt my heart rate increase at the excitement of his hands falling to cup the small of my back, pulling me into him. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as my hands found their way into his tangled hair, fingers tugging at it as Matty let out a slight groan at the feeling. He spun us around, the backs of my knees pressing against the bed. I parted my lips from his, touching my forehead to his.

“Matty,” I began, and he let out a sigh even at me just saying his name. I tilted my head away from him, his hands holding me in place as my own dropped to rest on his shoulders. “I don’t think…”

“Please don’t stop this now, I think I might have I nervous breakdown if you stop this now,” he countered before I had the chance to voice my concern. I could hear the slight desperation in his voice as his hands gripped me slightly. “(Y/n), we can deal with the mess in the morning,” he added gently, his hand coming up to the side of my head as he knotted his fingers softly into my hair.

I considered it for a moment, but the thrumming deep within me and the way I could feel Matty stir against my thigh quickly made up my mind for me.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, connecting my lips to his again and running my hands down to unbutton his shirt. His hands snuck under the fabric of my dress that had been riding up all evening, gripping at my thighs. I let out a soft moan which made him pull away, looking at me hungrily as he took his shirt off.

“Get on the bed,” he instructed lowly, and so I kicked off my heels and shuffled back along the mattress. Matty’s eyes never strayed from mine as he crawled up towards me, running a hand down one of my legs only to lift my ankle, kissing along it softly, trailing his lips along the inside of my leg in a painfully slow manner. As he torturously made his way up toward my inner thigh I could feel myself get worked up, letting out a moan as he nipped my skin lightly. He hummed against my skin as his hands reached to pull my skirt up around my waist and his fingers hooked the sides of my underwear, making me lift my hips to help him remove them, but he didn’t. He lifted his head and moved up between my legs, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I nipped his bottom lip between my teeth and he let out a moan that seemed to surprise him.

Together we removed my dress, leaving me in my mismatched underwear; a black bra and lilac lace knickers. Matty pushed me down onto the bed, moving to plant wet kisses along my neck as he let his hips grind against me. Sick of the teasing I rolled on top of him, straddling his waist with his erection pressed against me. I reached around to unclip my bra, letting it fall to my elbows before removing it. Matty quickly sat upright, cupping my breasts as he kissed me again, and I ground against him, enjoying the feeling of his skin against mine. I brought my hands up to his chest, pushing him back to a laying position and making him look at me in total awe. I brought a hand up to cuff his neck, not choking him, but pressing my thumb into the side of his neck so I could feel his pulse increase as I rolled my hips slightly.

“Fucking hell,” he swore, his hands resting on my waist, pushing to try and deepen my movements. I leant down to leave another wet kiss onto his mouth, moaning into it when he bucked his hips up against my heat. I moved my kisses down his neck and chest, starting to unbuckle his trousers and pull them down his thighs. I paused my kisses for a moment just to get his trousers off, then placed the gentlest kisses to his stomach, ghosting over his We Are Kings tattoo and letting myself breathe over his skin, his hands once again tangling into my hair as I laced my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. I felt his muscles tense as I pressed a kiss to the crook of his hipbone. “You’re driving me fucking insane,” he murmured, tipping my head to face him with my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I grinned slightly, before placing one last kiss at the very edge of his underwear and then pulling them down, freeing him.I pumped his erection in my hand a couple of times, enjoying hearing the satisfied grunts Matty let out at finally being touched, and then I gently touched my lips to the head of his cock, Matty watching me intently the whole time, slightly sat up on his elbows. I hummed slightly, knowing he’d feel it, then pulled my lips away, sitting up.

“It’s quite late, maybe I should leave,” I said calmly, wanting to see his reaction. It was only a tease of course, I could feel myself dripping with arousal as I said the words. He looked at me darkly.

“Don’t you fucking dare, this might be the hardest my dick has ever been,” he warned, sitting up and grabbing my wrist.

“Hmm, okay. Will you say please?” I asked mischievously, knowing I was pushing it.

“Fuck off.”

“Fine then,” I responded, pulling myself out of his grasp.

“No! Wait!” he exclaimed, making me pause. “Please can you?”

“Please can I what?” I asked, definitely abusing my power now. Matty let out a pained groan.

“Please can you suck my fucking dick?” he requested reluctantly, but he couldn’t hide how desperate he was. I kneeled between his legs, placing another gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. I didn’t bother teasing him further, just took his length into my mouth, pushing it as far as I could handle. Matty let out a groan at the feeling, resisting the urge to buck his hips up further into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and then sunk my mouth back down, repeating the process again and again until Matty grabbed my hair and pushed me down, cumming into the back of my throat with a slight moan. When my mouth came off of him a string of saliva connected my tongue to his twitching cock. He sat up fully, grabbing me by my neck and pulling me to kiss him with his taste still on my tongue. I moaned languidly into the kiss, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the throbbing. Matty’s hand trailed from my breast, across my stomach until his fingers brushed against where I needed him most. He hummed contentedly, feeling how wet my underwear was already. He didn’t break the kiss as he moved them aside, inserting two of his fingers into me and curling them up, making me gasp and grip at his shoulders. His lips trailed along my jaw while his thumb brushed my clit, soaking up the noises that spilled from my lips.

“Go lie down,” he instructed firmly, pulling his fingers from inside me and licking them clean. I blushed seeing the way my juices had dripped down his hand. I lay back with my head on the pillows, my knees together self consciously, but soon Matty parted them, not hesitating to lick a stripe along my heat. I shuddered at the stimulation, Matty hooking his arms around my parted thighs as he pushed his face down between my legs. I let out a unexpectedly lewd moan, covering my mouth with my hand. Matty reached up to pull my elbow, silently telling me that he wanted me to be loud. His tongue circled my clit, pressing down onto it and this time I let my whimpers be heard.

“Matty,” I gasped, quickly threading my fingers into his curls, pulling slightly and making him growl slightly. His grip tightened on my thighs as the pleasure built inside of me, causing me to close my thighs slightly around his head. His tongue flicked over my clit, warm and wet. His curls brushed against the inside of my legs. “Fucking hell,” I whined. “I’m really fucking close.”

To my frustration as soon as I said those words he pulled away from me, looking at my face while he lay his head on my thigh. He had a smug grin on his face.

“You bastard,” I cursed him, lifting myself up on my elbows. Matty pressed a kiss to my stomach and then sat up, wasting no time in pulling me into his lap, his erection pressing against my stomach. My hands quickly looped around his neck as his held tightly onto my hips. We looked each other in the eye, smiling like naughty teenagers while his thumbs rubbed circles onto my hip bone. I gazed at him through half lidded eyes, ghosting my lips against his until he darted forwards and caught my lip between his teeth, dragging it back and making me release a noise halfway between a giggle and a moan. I leant back slightly, looking down between us. “Did you get that just from going down on me?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied lowly, before moving to press another kiss to my neck. As he moved his attention from one side to the other, I lifted my hips and let him press the top of his cock to my slick entrance. As I lowered my weight, he let out a load moan, and I felt his hot breath against my neck as his hands squeezed my sides. I rolled my hips up, moaning myself as he slid up inside of me. While my pace sped up, his hands dropped to hold my arse, his head tipping back and his lips parted. We gripped each other and panted, and I couldn’t shake the need to be impossibly close to him. As he grew closer his eyes darkened, and he pushed me onto my back, pounding me into the mattress. More heavenly moans tumbled from our lips, and as I grew closer I clutched at his back desperately.

It hit me unexpectedly, a wave of pleasure deep inside of me that made my back arch up into him, pressing our torsos together. Matty let out one final growl and finished inside of me as I clenched around him. He pulled me in for a tired, wet kiss, and as he pulled away I saw the satisfied grin on his face. He stayed on top of me, pulling his cock out and then planting more kisses all over my face, making me laugh as his curls brushed over my forehead.

“That was fucking amazing,” he told me softly, unable to stop the smile stretching across his face, which I couldn’t help but mirror. He rolled off of me, but still pulled me into his side. “Honestly, (Y/n), that might have been the best sex I’ve had.”

“It was pretty fucking good,” I agreed, sitting up and getting off of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To the loo,” I responded, padding through to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. As I sat down on the toilet seat I grabbed some loo roll to clean myself up, then went for a piss. After that I stood in front of the mirror, nude. My hair was all over the place, and my dark eye makeup had smudged, but my face was bright and glowy despite the state of the night. I tidied myself up a bit, took off as much of my makeup as was possible and returned back to the bedroom.

Matty was lying on top of the duvet still, stark naked and scrolling through his phone. He looked over at me as I emerged, putting his phone down. His eyes couldn’t help but cross my body again.

“I have to say, I’m glad you haven’t put your clothes back on,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes, but moved to join him on the bed anyway. Immediately he wrapped himself around me, his leg crossing over my body, and I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair again. His nose brushed my cheek and I could feel him breathe.

“I kinda like being naked,” I told him, fiddling with his curls.

“Oh yeah?” he questioned, but to my surprise he didn’t seem to be making any kind of dirty joke.

“Yeah. It’s such a vulnerable and intimate thing, but there’s a power in not caring,” I explained. Matty hummed in agreement. “I suppose it’s conditioned in us to see it as a very sordid thing, and that’s why it feels like a risk, but at the end of the day we’re the same people with or without clothes on,” I continued to muse. Matty pressed another kiss to my jaw, responding to me in a sleepy voice.

“That’s a good point.”

“Although, I am cold. I’m gonna get under the duvet,” I decided, trying to get out of his grasp. He stayed still, holding me in place. “Matty,” I complained. “Let me go, I’m cold.”

“You don’t feel cold,” he argued, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I let out an exasperated sigh, but wriggled out from underneath him, getting myself comfy beneath the thick bedding. Matty let out an exasperated groan, but got under the covers next to me anyway, his arms pulled me back into him, and we chatted for a little while, until our responses grew slow and we both fell asleep.

The next morning I woke early, my head feeling heavy and my body hot. It took me a moment to figure out where I was, sitting up and taking in the sleeping man next to me. He looked calm, his brow relaxed and his hair a mess against the white pillow cover. I found my bag and checked my phone.

Hey (y/n), sorry about last night. You left your jacket at the party so I picked it up x

I groaned, guilt forming in my stomach at George’s message. I pulled myself out of bed, finding my bra and putting it back on.

“Matty,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly to wake him. “Have you got any underwear I can borrow?” He groaned tiredly, rubbing his eyes and pointing across the room.

“Suitcase.”

I rummaged around in his case until I found a pair of clean boxers, pulling them on. Matty rolled over, watching me shuffle round the room to find my stuff, the duvet pulled up to his chin.

“They look better on you than me,” he pointed out, enjoying the early morning show. I wasn’t in the mood for it, however, not responding as I pulled my dress back over my head and grabbed my bag.

“Matty, I shouldn’t have done this,” I told him, pulling my shoes back on.

“You’re not leaving are you?” he asked, yawning. “We could go and grab breakfast downstairs first.”

“I don’t eat breakfast.”

“Fine, coffee then, don’t be difficult.”

The idea of coffee did sound tempting, but I pushed that thought aside.

“I’m not happy with this, okay? I’m still annoyed at you, last night doesn’t change that,” I explained. Matty sat up, the covers falling down to show his chest and shoulders.

“Take some money for a taxi then,” he offered, still acting flippant.

“I don’t want your money, I’m leaving, okay?” I told him finally, and with that I left, ready for the walk of shame ahead.

crying at night thinking about protective!joel getting angry when he finds out that you’ve started getting close to another man living in the boston QZ. and tess calling him out on his jealousy and obvious attraction to you.

tess to the rescue -- tesscue if you will

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Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

He doesn't like the way she flirts with all their customers. But he's not jealous. No, definitely not jealous.

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, smutty implications, sexual harassment

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“Since when is she running deals for us?” “Since all the feds like customer service with a smile.”

“Tess.”

“Is there a problem, Joel?” He grunts, taking one more look at her, the easy smile she’s giving the guard as she flicks some of her hair out of her eyes. He knows her well enough to know she’s putting on a show for this guy, and it makes his blood boil. Tess steps in front of him, blocking his view.

“Hey, is there a problem?” She enunciates each word slowly and clearly, obvious irritation in her voice. He shakes his head with a huff.

“No– no problem. Just don’t come to me when she gets herself killed by one of these fucking guards.” He shoves off the brick wall he had been leaning against, trudging off toward their apartment, not bothering to glance over to where she’s still playing it up to the guy. 

He tells himself that the only reason he’s pissed is that he still doesn’t trust her, the new addition to his and Tess’ smuggling operation, and he doesn’t want her pocketing pay behind their backs. But as the weeks go by of this new set-up, it becomes clear that he doesn’t need to worry about that. Whatever extra sweetness the FEDRA guards throw into their trades with her, she’s sure to share it with him and Tess. It had taken every ounce of his willpower not to laugh in elation when she brought home a bag of coffee the other day, offering it to him with the same smile she was giving to all their customers. Joel has no reason to be so pissed, so cold to her, at least no reason that he’d like to consider. Tess, however, seems to think otherwise.

“You keep staring like that and you’re gonna burn a hole through the back of her head.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tess snorts, nudging his shoulder with hers where they’re standing a bit further down the alley, both of them watching her finish another deal with another guard. 

“Joel, we’ve been partners for what– five years now? In all that time I’ve never seen the look you get when you’re looking at her so maybe cut the bullshit, yeah? Because she thinks that you hate her.” He scoffs, toeing his boots into the cracked asphalt.

“Don’t hate her– I just– don’t like the way she acts– with these boys. She’s gonna get herself– I don’t know– jesus–  will you just drop it?” Tess puts her hands up as if in surrender, a smirk that’s all too smug for Joel’s taste stamped across her face as she shuffles out of the alley. He settles back against the wall with a sigh, keeping his eyes fixed on her and the guard. How long does it take to trade some fucking pills?

She’s good at what she does, Joel will give her that, letting out breathy giggles as the guard smiles at her, running her hand down his forearm before waggling her fingers at him as she turns to leave, the bright facade she had been using immediately falling away as she looks to Joel with a firm but subtle nod. He presses off the wall as she falls into step beside him, both of them weaving through the crowded streets of the QZ back to the apartment building. She lives a door down from him, their proximity was what had originally drawn her into their business, but most of her time is spent in his apartment now, working out new deals and supply chains with Tess. 

“Extra ration cards on top of the agreed on payment. And a date. But I’m not sharing that perk with you, Miller.” He huffs at her teasing, keeping his eyes focused on counting out the cards as he slumps down onto the musty sofa in his apartment. Tess is nowhere to be found, most likely off running some sort of scheme elsewhere in the QZ. 

“Hardly call that a perk, darlin. Don’t know why you even entertain those boys. Ain’t nothing but trouble.” She sighs, tilting her head to rest on her shoulder as she looks at him.

“Those boys happen to have A-one access to any and all supplies you could possibly want. You can scowl all you want, Miller, but it pays to be on their good side.” 

“Well then, when’s this date of yours?” 

“Tonight, don’t wait up, Miller.” He scoffs, muttering a low “wouldn’t dream of it” as she’s already walking out the door.

…

“Joel, what the fuck are you doing? You’ve been standing at that window all night.” His head whips around, grimacing at Tess before he promptly goes back to scouring the darkened streets outside his window.

“It’s late. She should be home by now.” Tess scoffs.

“Oh please. You just don’t want to consider that maybe she’s not home because she’s getting laid right now. I say good for her, getting some action and some more supplies in one fell swoop.” Joel doesn’t like the sound of that at all, Tess’ words moving him away from the window to grab his jacket and head for the front door. 

“What’re you doing now?” He glances at her over his shoulder, already halfway out the door.

“I’m glad you think this is funny, really. But I don’t. I’m going to look for her.” He closes the door before he can hear Tess’ exasperated exclamation.

“Fucking lovesick fool.”

…

He’s not sure where he should be looking, quickly realizing how stupid this is. It’s past curfew, so he sticks to the alleyways, ducking under the bright lights of the patrol cars whenever they roll by. He makes it a few blocks away from their apartment building before the reality of how foolish he’s being sets in. Just as he’s getting ready to turn heel back home, his ears prick to a shuffling sound coming from deeper down the alley. He moves toward the sound, sliding along one of the walls of the alley to stay in the shadows. His stomach twists when he hears a voice.

“C’mon, baby. You were so friendly this afternoon. Just let me have a little peek, huh?” Her voice answers, clearly laced with a strained distress.

“Just- just stop. It’s past curfew, what if we get caught?” The man laughs, and it takes everything in Joel not to sprint down the alley and take him out right then.

“You don’t gotta worry about getting caught when you’re with me. I run these streets. Now I suggest you quit being a little bitch and give me what I want.” He finally catches sight of them, dim figures in the outer reaches of a lone streetlamp. The man has her cornered up against the wall of the alley, his hands tugging at her clothes as she tries to push him off.

Joel moves before he can think, and in the blink of an eye, he has the man on the ground, bringing his fist down again and again as rage washes over him. The only thing that finally stops his blind rampage is a firm hand on his shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, looking down at the man’s now pummeled face, a mess of blood, before looking over his shoulder to meet her watery gaze.

“We need to leave before someone comes looking, c’mon.” Neither of them speak as they hustle through alleys to get back to the apartment, but she holds Joel’s bloodied hand the whole way, tugging him out of his anger-induced haze.

…

“You came looking for me.” Her voice is a faint murmur as she keeps her gaze focused on his hand, daubing at his split knuckles with a damp rag in the bathroom of his apartment. He’s trying not to think too hard about the way she’s kneeling between his legs where he’s sitting on the lip of the bathtub, but his breath still catches when she finally looks up at him.

“I did.”

“Why?” 

“I was worried about you.”

“What? Joel, you don’t even like me.” He swallows thickly and she huffs at his silence, getting back to work at cleaning his busted hand.

“That’s not true.” Her hands still and she looks up at him again.

“It isn’t?” He shakes his head.

“No, it’s not. I– I like you, I do. What I don’t like is how you act with all those boys. It just– it makes me– fuck, it makes me nervous.” She sits back, fully looking at him, her brows raised in surprise.

“You? Nervous?” He huffs, not missing the crooked ghost of a smirk that spreads over her face.

“Those boys are no good, darlin. It may seem like a game to you– swiping a few extra ration cards here and there with a bat of your eyes– but I’ve seen what they’re capable of. That’s why I went looking for you– because the thought of something– of him– I couldn’t–” His rambles die in his throat when she places her palm on his thigh.

“Thank you, Joel. For– helping me tonight. You were right, at least about this one.” Her eyes fall and Joel feels worry kicking back up in his chest, bringing his hand to her jaw and coaxing her to look at him.

“He didn’t try anything else, did he? Are you– are you alright?” She sighs, but nods, her cheek pressing lightly into his palm.

“I’m fine. Got there just in time, Miller.” His shoulders slump in relief.

“I don’t want you doing deals anymore.” She opens her mouth to protest, but he presses on.

“We do just fine without all the extras. If they want pills so bad they can go through me. Tess has some new connections on the border of Vermont, could use your help mapping a route, I’m guessing. But no more of that cute shit, alright?” She grins, and he immediately regrets that last bit.

“So what I’m hearing is, you like me and you think I’m cute.” He immediately takes his hand away from her face as she laughs, her eyes crinkling up at his grumbling expression.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease–”

“Oh, I think you do, darlin.” That makes her laugh again and Joel has to fight off his own crooked smile. She sighs, taking one more look at his knuckles before standing and tilting her head as she looks at him.

“That’s the best I can do for your hand–” Joel’s breath stutters when she bends over, resting a hand on his shoulder as she brings her lips to his good ear.

“And for the record, I like you too, Miller.” He swallows hard before speaking, worried that his voice might give away more than he’d like it to.

“You do?” She pulls away only slightly, looking him right in the eye as she nods.

“Call me crazy, but I like ‘em a little mean.” It happens so fast, he thinks he’s been electrocuted by the bright zap of her lips smacking a kiss to his cheek. She’s already out the door when he brings his palm to where her lips just were. 

Maybe Tess was right.

How did I never notice that?!  

Ghost, Soap and Rudolfo have little symbols next to there name on the Prison break in Plan. Thats so cute i can’t

LOOK AT THE LITTLE HEART NEXT TO RUDY THATS SO ADORABLE 

🫧𓇼*ੈTIME AFTER TIME✩‧₊˚🎐

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “If your lost, you can look, and you will find me..time after time. If you fall I will catch you, I’ll be waiting…time after time” -Cyndi Lauper 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Summary: after a one night stand with Joost you both can’t seem to get each other out of y’all’s heads. You were always on his mind since then and you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond boy with the cute accent… until your paths cross once more. This time Joost won’t walk away

Note: (all credit for the edit above goes to MCRBATS on TikTok!!) this is a part two for “only stay with you one more night” ITS FINALLY OUT GUYSSS!! I beg for more requests because yall give me the most scrumptious ideas for fics ever!! Also, this is kinda bad so please don’t jump me!!!

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE, Talk of past sexual relations, mostly fluff!

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It had been months, you hadn’t seen Joost since that night that left you both achey in a good and bad way. You’d pondered on your thoughts and feelings towards the blondie and you mentally scolded yourself for thinking he’d come back for you. It obviously meant nothing to him, he probably sleeps with people left and right. You were no different to all the others in his mind.

But you were. Joost couldn’t get your name out his mind. Couldn’t get your pretty face and voice out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way you said moaned his name and how soft your hands were against his rough ones. He wanted to go back in time and make himself bite the curb for leaving your apartment that early morning.

You were so so so much different. Sure, this one night stand wasn’t his first rodeo but the way he looked at you was. The way he felt towards you was, he didn’t know why. He really didn’t. He’d only fully been around you for around 5 hours but those moments gave him a feeling he’d never felt before. He felt so much love, care, and warmth towards your personal being and just wanted to protect you from everything.

He’d ruined it though, we walked through and out your front door that morning. He felt cold as soon as he did but there was no going back now. He had in his signature white earbuds in while he looked out the window of the Uber that was taking him home, his mind still on you. And just like that, that was the last time he’d seen your beautiful face and your addicting scent.

The sound of his friend, apson calling his name pulled him out of his trance. He was setting up for his concert in a few hours, when he was preforming it was the only time he could get you off his mind…well somewhat at least. He went over and helped out apson and the rest of his crew and friends. Helping them set everything up and getting everything done for tonight.

You on the other hand were at your friend, Alexis’s house just hanging out when she interrupted you while you were talking. Her eyes were wide like she’d just remembered something and her movements were one of excitement, taking you aback. “Oh my god!! Sorry to interrupt you but I totally forgot about something, so Mia, Rayo, and Lacey are coming over later and we’re all going to a musicians concert Mia likes!!”

You stare at her with a smile and sarcasm laced in your voice, “now why the hell would you wanna interrupt my story to tell me about that?” You say with a chuckle, “beaacauseee…I want you to come with! It’ll be fun and I know the others would love to have you there too!” You furrow your eyebrows, this reminded you of that night where they all begged you to come out to that club with them where you met that boy you haven’t been able to get your mind off of.

You take a deep sigh, “Lex you know how I feel about things like that.” You reply but Alexis isn’t ready to back down just yet, “no I know but this concert will be different, it’s not as big as mainstream concerts and Mia said it’ll be fun!!” Alexis says looking at you with those puppy eyes and pouting in a sarcastic way.

You groan and just like you did that night months ago you agree. Around an hour later the rest of your friends show up a to get ready. You hang with Rayo fixing your makeup before looking over to him, “who are we even seeing anyways?” You ask him curiously, “man I don’t remember, I just remember Mia putting on his music and showing me a picture of him. Good looking guy and his music isn’t bad whatsoever…soo” Rayo replies with a smile

‘Whatever..’ you think, ‘at least this will be something to get me out the house and doing something.’ You sigh as your friends squeal and run to the car, excited to go. You laugh at their childishness and run after them. It takes around 20 minutes to arrive and the whole time your driving you feel this sensation in your chest, you can’t stop thinking about Joost…he was always on your mind don’t get me wrong but something about this was just different.

Joost was backstage, talking with his friends and trying to calm his excitement for the concert. But something about this felt oddly familiar, he’d never felt this before any concert. His mind now fully immersed and focused on you, he shakes his head as apson calls him over. Trying to shake the thought of you out his mind, as he gets up from where he was sat to walk to apson.

“Het concert begint zo, zijn jullie er klaar voor?” (The concerts gonna start soon, are you ready?) Apson says to Joost, clapping his hand on his shoulder with a smile. Joost takes a breath and smiles at apson, “Ja, ben je er klaar voor? Heb je nog ergens hulp bij nodig?” (Yeah, are you ready? Do you need help with anything else?) Joost replies, nudging apson with his shoulder, this makes apson clasp his hands together. “Ah, Ja, dat ben ik helemaal vergeten. Kom met me mee” (ah, yes, I completely forgot. Come with me..) apson says as the two men walk to set one last thing up.

You and your friends finally arrived to the concert. You all scooted to the front, people being nice enough to let y’all shuffle through. You and your friends talked before music played out making everyone around you, plus your friends scream with excitement. A guy runs out on stage, dressed in a while collared shirt with a black tie and black pants.

He has…short, messy, blond hair.. the same hair Joost had. No way, that wouldn’t be him- that was what you thought before he turned to face the crowd. Those features. Holy shit. It was him. He spoke into the microphone and you immediately knew from the sound of that pretty accent. It was Joost, the boy you couldn’t get out of your head.

Your mind races and you can’t decide if you should be excited or mortified that he’s standing right in front of you. On one hand, this is the boy you’ve wanted to be reunited with for months. On the other hand, it’s embarrassing to face him now. You secretly hope he’ll see you and you’re also hoping he won’t.

He sings his song, “offline” as he looks at the crowd before he sees it. He thinks he’s imagining things, you’ve been a constant in his head for months but there’s no way you’re here right now. No way you’re looking up at him with the same shocked expression that his face definitely has. His voice slightly shakes but he keeps on singing. He’s imagining shit, god he needs to get it together

But it wasn’t his imagination. You were there, for the rest of the concert you and Joost made continuous eye contact. And after the concert was done and Joost was backstage he was his wracking his brain for any way he could catch you. He couldn’t let you leave again, he just got given a second chance and he wasn’t about to give it up.

You were thinking the same things, you were alone in your mind the whole concert. You were thinking and planing about what to do after this, once the concert was done and everyone was leaving. You panicked, “u-um you guys can leave without me, I can get an Uber back home! I need to do something..! I’ll text you when I get home safe!” You say

You knew they wouldn’t let you so you run away before they can protest against your words. You look around, after your far enough away. You second guess yourself once your by yourself. Your heart is racing but your thoughts won. What if he didn’t wanna see you? What is he forgot about you and everything about that night.? You shake your head and realize what you’re doing, your friends probably haven’t gotten far.

Before you can run back to your friends you hear heavy footsteps, you turn around frantically. And you finally see Joost turning the corner to the hallway to where you were. He turns his head when you both lock eyes, both of you freezing. You stared at each other, breathing heavily and hearts racing.

“J-Joost..?” You stutter out, your voice weak and body stiff. He immediately breaks out of his trace at the sound of that voice that he’d missed so much. He runs towards you and embraces you, it was strange…it really was. This amount of affection for someone you hadn’t seen a few months and only spend one night together.

But it felt like you both were intertwined, sewn together in some way (Adrianne Lenker mentioned?!) He smiles, picking you up and spinning you around. “Holy shit it’s really you, fuck I’m so sorry. I regretted leaving as soon as I closed your door. I’m sorry if I made you feel used or unimportant, your not and i-“ he’s put off my a soft kiss being pressed to his lips

You grab his face as his hands pull your waist to be flush against his hips. Both of you are out of breath, pressing messy and rough kisses to each others lips. You moan softly on his lips and joost took his opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth. Nothing but love shown in the kisses as he presses you up against the wall behind you, towering over you as you finally pull away.

“I’m not letting you go again, I hope you’re aware of that..” he says with his signature smile and you giggle before responding, “I wouldn’t have it any other way..” you say before he lowers his head, catching your lips in his once more

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ “ Wanna listen to the sound of you blinking, wanna listen to your hands soothe. Listen to your heart beating, listen to the way you move” - Adrianne lenker 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

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TAGLIST: @timewillpasssoon @poppymelonz @pickle-juice-and-vodka @imsiriuslyreal

Hidden in the dark

I fell down a @norrisleclercf1 rabbit hole two days ago (and I'm still stuck down said rabbit hole) and this is what came of it

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Mafia!Danny Ric x Verstappen!Reader

Jos Verstappen was a powerful guy

A scary powerful guy

He ran an empire that spanned the entire world

He spent his life raising his son to take over the empire

He also spent it teaching his son to keep his daughter away from this sort of life

Jos didn't want Y/N Verstappen involved with his empire

It was Max's job to protect her

There was a five-year difference between them, with Max being twenty-five and Y/N being just twenty

When Y/N was ten, she went missing

Jos lost his shit with Max, threatening him with his gun before sending him off to go and find her

Fifteen-year-old Max cried with he found Y/N reading out in the garden, hidden behind some bushes

But that was ten years ago

Now, Max had more responsibilities

He was set to take over Jos' empire any day now

Max had his own men, his own weapons and his own big jobs

His main job was still to protect his sister

It was something he and his inner circle did together

Max's inner circle

It consisted of three men and then their men

Charles, Lando, and Daniel

Max's inner circle was made up of people from all different countries

Charles was the Monégasques, he helped Max with his French dealings

Lando was British, he helped Max with his dealings in English-speaking countries

Daniel was the Aussie, he didn't help Max with any international business; his talents were better suited to the jobs Max had for him at home

Well, job, I should say

There was just one job for Daniel and her name was Y/N

When Y/N was a teenager, she had her rebelliousness squashed out of her by her fear of Jos

Now she was a quiet adult who rarely left her house, unless she was surrounded by a team of at least five men

That team always involved of Daniel

Daniel was always guarding Y/N

He went wherever she went

And, if she wasn't going anywhere, he was outside of her door

If Max wanted a meeting with his inner circle, Daniel always had at least two of his men standing outside of her door

One day, Daniel was guarding outside of her door

He had at least two guns and a knife on him - you could never have too many weapons in this line of work

Although he was always there, Y/N never interacted much with him, she knew her father would hate it

But one night, she was thirsty

Wrapped up her in robe, Y/N pulled open her bedroom door

"M'lady," said Daniel as the door opened

He tipped an invisible hat in Y/Ns direction and she smiled back at him, not saying anything

Y/N walked through the dark halls, making her way down to the kitchen with Daniel close behind

"What do you need?" He asked her

Daniel knew how Jos felt about 'staff' interacting with the Y/N Verstappen, he just didn't care

"Just a water," said Y/N as she grabbed a glass from the cupboard

Daniel stood vigilant as Y/N filled her glass and drank it

This happened night after night

Y/N didn't always answer Daniel, so he just talked as she drank

Not about his work, thank god

He spoke about everything else

Y/N was grateful for it

She didn't approve of her father's empire or the work her brother and his friends did for Jos

So, with Daniel talking about everything else, it was nice

"You're an interesting man," said Y/N as she got her water one night, surprising the both of them

"You think so?"

She nodded, standing closer to him than she ever had before

If Daniel reached out, he would have his hands on her, holding her hips

Daniel escorted her back to her room

The next evening, Y/N didn't want water

She knocked on her own door and pulled it open, looking at Daniel

"Do you want to come in?"

"If I come in, who's going to guard your door?"

She pulled him in anyway

"Everything okay?" Asked Daniel as he leaned against the door

"Fine," Y/N replied as she sat on her bed, tucking one leg under the other

"Do you need any water?"

She shook her head

"Anything to eat?"

She shook her head again

Daniel pushed away from the door

He walked around the room, looking at Y/N's things

Pictures, all of them of her family

She had no pictures of her having fun, of her with her friends

They were just her and Max, standing in their Sunday bests behind their father, who looked as though he was sitting on a throne

There were a couple of cat pictures, cats the family had owned over the years and a couple of Jimmy and Sassy

No pictures of her mother or older sister

Daniel didn't ask about it, he didn't want to pry

He stopped over by the window and looked out of it for a moment, before turning around and looking at Y/N

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" He asked

Y/N pointed towards her television and her bookshelf

"Is that it?"

She sat further back on her bed, leaning against the pillow

"I need my fathers permission to do anything and I don't have any friends. What am I supposed to do?"

"What if I took you somewhere?" he offered

"You mean, sneak out?"

"I definitely mean sneak out."

That was how Y/N found herself in her first night club

She had a drink in her hand and Daniel dancing beside her

When the second drink was placed in her hand, she and Daniel were dancing together

By the third drink she was pressed against the wall, his lips on hers

It was wrong - he worked for her brother and was more than ten years her senior

"Danny," she whispered when he pulled away

They were once again on the dance floor, his hands on her hips as they swayed to the music

His front was pressed against her behind and Y/N felt like her every nerve was on fire

At two AM, Y/N and Daniel were making their way back home

They got to the front gate and kept going, climbing over the wall

From there they snuck through the front garden, hid themselves behind trees and rose bushes

It was a real good thing the Verstappen's didn't have dogs, Daniel thought as they got to the trellis below Y/N's window

"I can't believe you don't have more security," he whispered as he helped her to climb

"You can bring that up with my brother, if you'd like"

They weren't being very quiet

Y/N struggled to open her bedroom window, stumbling back as she did so

She let out a shriek and then a series of giggles when Daniel caught her

"Wow," she whispered, grabbing a hold of the trellis

She didn't go back up to her window, but instead she turned around and kissed Daniel again

He was just a couple of rungs below her, but it made them the same height

His arms on either side of her was the only thing holding her up

They were there until his arms got tired

"Want to head up?"

***

Daniel didn't have nearly as much to drink as Y/N

He was sober enough to get her into bed and then stand guard at her door until he changed shift with Oscar

From then on it was sneaking around with Daniel

During the day, they didn't know each other; they were Y/N Verstappen and Daniel Ricciardo

At night, when he could slip through her bedroom door, they were Danny and Y/N

There was four months of this, of sneaking out and kissing in the hidden away shadows of the house

And then Max found out

Well, no, actually

Lando found out first

He was walking through the hall when he saw Danile slip into Y/Ns room

The usually so careful Aussie didn't know how to explain himself, so he folded and told Lando everything

And then Lando realised he had to tell Max

Max was furious, at first

He waited, though, watched from the distance

Needed confirmation before he struck

Confirmation was something Max got surprisingly quickly

Max had himself hidden away as he watched Daniel look around and then slip into Y/Ns room

Gun drawn, Max burst in

Y/N and Daniel didn't have time to jump away from each other before Max had his gun pressed against his head

"I'm going to funking kill you"

The writing is happening a little slower rn - academics are about to start and I'm trying to work so it'll only get worse

Again, this is the product of reading @norrisleclercf1 posts all day (aka, if you like this, check out this beautiful persons writings)

this scene got me feeling like a victorian man seeing an ankle 😔😔😔

(i need him to whimper in my ear like a needy bitch)

Master of Puppets

Summary : You meet someone who caught your attention the first time, and he was all you desired.

But what happens when that desire is taken for granted?

Pairings: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!reader

Chapter 1:

Running across the apartment complex sure was a workout. The loud screams of the people getting massacred was enough to give you that adrenaline rush that you needed. Even if you feel your limbs go numb you would not dare give up so quickly. Not sure where to run off to, you let your body naturally guide you to the top of the complex. As you reached the top, you see a figure at the very corner. It was that mysterious guy you saw at the entrance of the complex. His white hoodie stood out to you along with this his light hair peaking out of his hood. Instead of heading to his direction, you felt frozen in place. Your body would not move and all you could do was look at him. He locked eyes with you, startling you in your place. Like a deer in the headlights, good job Y/N.  Feeling your heart aggressively palpitating against your chest you couldn’t help but turn around and run. Why did you run away? He’s obviously not the tagger are you stupid? You don’t know why, but those few seconds of eye contact with him gave you an unexplained feeling. Your heart was beating more than it should and you feel your cheeks flushed. What the hell was that?

The round finished quicker than you expected as a few people found the safe room. Leaving the apartment complex you were glad that it was finally over. Your body was in need of a deep rest after all that fiasco. Deep in your thoughts you failed to realize the figure standing in front of you, and you feel your body hit against an object.

“Oh, Sorry I-” you look up and see the same guy with the white hoodie. Your mouth stopped and it was as if your brain just lost all function. He looks at you curiously, wondering how you were going to finish your sentence, but nothing was coming out.

“Be careful next time.” Was all he said as he walked away.

And this was the first time you have met him.

****

The Beach was definitely not something you expected. Literally, you thought it was an actual beach, not a resort with people partying all the time. You had to admit, it was nice seeing everyone enjoying their time. It lets them know that even though it might be their last time here,  they should enjoy their days to the fullest. 

Walking around the bar you saw people dancing like there’s no tomorrow, people drunk off their asses and makeout sessions happening left and right. Seeing the people around you having fun made you want to get that same satisfaction. You grabbed a bottle of liquor from the counter and started to drink. The burning sensation immediately hit your throat. Taking few extra sips you walked to the dance floor and started to dance. You weren’t the best dancer but who cares? It’s not like anybody here is going to judge you based on how well you could dance. Several minutes go by and you feel the effects of the alcohol hitting you. Instead of continuing to dance you make your way to the pool lounge and jump right into the pool and screamed right before you hit the water. Laughter escaped your lips, particularly for no reason at all. You were definitely tipsy at this point. Swimming around the pool felt therapeutic, it was as if the water was giving you one giant hug that you didn’t want to get out of. Looking up, you see people laying down on their lounge chairs talking amongst each other. Observing everyone in the room, your eyes lock in to a particular person. One that seemed oddly familiar to you. He was leaning against the fence just looking at you, amused. Where have I seen him? Several seconds of eye contact go by and you remember. The guy from the five of spades game. You feel your heart do a somersault, your cheeks flaring up and limbs go numb. The alcohol really is hitting me harder this time then ever before. Breaking the eye contact, you swim to the other side of the pool to get off. When you look back, he was no longer there. Was I hallucinating? I had to be. 

When you made it to your room one big jump to your bed was all it took for you to completely knock out.

And maybe, that was the second time that you have seen him. 

****

The game was inside an abandoned cafe. A bell chimes when you open the door, grabbing the attention of the man and a woman already inside. In front of you was a table with two phones. Being the third one there, you picked it up to register for the game. Taking a closer look around the inside of the cafe, you noticed the old artworks plastered around the room. Despire the state of condition they are in, you couldn’t help but enjoy some of the work. One in particular that you enjoyed was the skeletal drawing of the face of a deer in black and white. You make your way closer to the painting, studying it. 

The bell chimes indicating that the last person has joined the game. You didn’t immediately turn around to see who it was, for whatever reason the artwork was very captivating to you. As the game was about to begin you turn around and see the same man once again. At this point you weren’t sure if its just a coincidence or if you’re going absolutely crazy. He didn’t notice you at first either. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Something in him told him he was being watched and as he looked up his eyes met yours. You quickly averted your eyes to one of the paintings against the wall. 

The game screen chimes, indicating that the game is about to begin. There are 4 participants and the difficulty is a three of hearts. Great. The game is called Spyfall. The rule for the game is to figure out who is the spy. The game ends when the spy is captured. 

Each person is seated at one of the large tables in the back of the cafe. There is one card faced down in each seat. There is a large distance among the person sitting in front of you and adjacent, to prevent any cheating. 

You pick up the card, hoping that you are not the spy. Looking at your card you see that the location is an Amusement park. You try not make it obvious that you aren’t spy, holding in the huge relief that has been carrying on you. If anything, this game specifically is more difficult for the spy because there is less people in the game.  Now, since you are obviously not the spy and the there is 4 participants total, meaning that there is at least a 33% chance that one of the other players is the spy. Attentiveness is important in this game, so the responses of the questions being asked are clues to what the role of the player could be. 

As everyone was asking each other questions and answering them, it was starting to get a bit difficult to figure out who the spy is. If anything, it seems as if they all are answering the questions unsuspiciously. The time was ticking and it was getting harder to think of other questions. 

“You seem a little nervous there aren’t you?” said the woman to you.

“What?”

“Well you keep fidgeting with your fingers and looking down, seems pretty suspicious of you. I mean, why would you be so nervous?”

You weren’t sure how to even respond to that. I mean you obviously know you aren’t the spy you have the card to prove it, but you can’t reveal that as it will give away the answer to the real spy, which is game over for you.

“Cat got your tongue?” she mocked. 

“I’m just taken aback with what you said, I mean what’s your proof?”

“You didn’t even answer my question. Why are you nervous?”

“I just naturally am. Is that a problem? I mean im not the spy.” At this point she was annoying the hell out of you and you wanted nothing more then to shut her up.

“Yeah that’s something the spy would say.” she rolled her eyes. “My vote is for her. She’s the spy i know it.”

You were in disbelief. It honestly didn’t even matter if you’re the actual spy or not in this game because if you are voted against then it’s game over for you. The game does not end until the real spy is captured or if the spy is the last one standing. 

You looked around to see what the other two men thought. The older man was silent, while the guy in the white hoodie had a smirk on his face, looking pretty amused at the cat fight that seems to have occurred.

“Well, I mean she is right. Your responses were one-worded and you were mostly quiet throughout the entire game. Everyone else here seemed to have talked more than you.” said the older man.

“See, it’s obvious.” barked the woman. 

“Im not the spy! How many times do I have to fucking tell you, and even if i do try to explain myself you’re just gonna dismiss my response as a lie.” you yelled. “Ask me more questions then and i will gladly answer whatever you guys throw at me.

The woman gave you a dirty look and the older man looked as if he was thinking of another question to ask you very specifically.

“Ok then, is this place somewhere you would enjoy being at?” asked the older man.

“Absolutely not,” you responded.

He looked at you confused.. “Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I will get sick.” and with that the older man seems to understand.

It gets quiet for a while until another voice begins to speak, “This game could’ve easily ended a while ago.” 

“See, everyone believes me!” said the woman. 

“Just because someone isn’t responding the way you want them to does not mean that they are the spy. Their responses were very straight forward.” explained the younger man.

The woman is startled, not knowing how to respond to that.

“And based on how you were responding specifically, you were too talkative. You kept trying to explain things when there was no need. It was starting to get annoying. At one point you slipped up on your answer and you didn’t even realize.” he chuckles. “Then you suddenly accuse her of being the spy. Seems like desperation isn’t it?”

You could see the woman’s face getting red, both of anger and embarrassment.

“You were getting desperate that you could not figure out what the exact location is, and in order to save yourself you thought diverting the attention to her would make you appear less suspicious, when in fact it only made you do the opposite.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was this guy really defending you? You are absolutely grateful for that but it was something you did not expect to come out of his mouth.

The older man seems to agree with what the younger man said as he nods in agreement. “Well I guess that concludes the game.” 

You all voted for the woman, and when she reveal her card she was in fact the spy. “I hate you all” was all she said before the laser immediately kills her. You look at the younger man who was now facing you. Feeling your tongue tied you had difficulty thanking the man that defended you, “T-t-thanks.” you said to him.

He gives you a smirk, “I wasn’t really trying to help you if that’s what you were thinking.”

“N-no not at all.” you look down, unsure on what else to say. He gets up to leave the building but you call him out before he could open the door. 

“Wait!” you yelled. He looks back at you, locking eyes with you with that same old smirk.

“What’s your name”

“Chishiya.” He turns around and walks out.

And this was the third time you have seen Chishiya, where it all began.  

an absolutely insane way to end this year 

Go Slow

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

Warnings: SMUT! p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), riding, (brief) dry humping

Summary: it's your first time and Logan tries to go slow, he really does, but some things just can't be helped

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: i'm not too practiced in smut so sorry if it's shit 😭

Logan knew you were on the shy side of things. During the start of your relationship he’d had to coax words from you, feelings and opinions you held until you felt comfortable enough to share them without being asked. You’d be nervous and fidgety when asking to see him, acting like he was an attractive stranger when he was your boyfriend. 

In all honesty though Logan didn’t mind. He enjoyed your shy, almost naive personality, and was more than happy to wait for you to be comfortable with him before suggesting going any further. 

Sure, it was difficult for him to wait, but not impossible. If his pants tightened slightly when you walked in the room with ridiculously short shorts and practically sat in his lap with them, you didn’t notice. When you were sleeping in bed together and would unconsciously rub yourself against him, causing him to have to leave the bed for a bit lest he did something he'd regret, you remained blissfully unaware. And if he was putting away your laundry and came across a pair of lacy black panties with bows adorning it, you wouldn’t even notice they went missing.

Logan was more than okay to wait.

You, on the other hand, were not.

It started with small changes in you and your actions, though Logan couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. You were more flustered around him than usual, jumpier and shier than you’d been before. You were quieter too, staring at him with more intensity than before, as if trying to read his mind. Yet it wasn’t as if you were pulling away from him, because you were much more touchy and clingy than usual, always needing to hold him and often being the initiator of any make out session you two might have- which is as far as you’d gone.

It was during one of these sessions, having started when you both grew bored of the movie playing on the screen, that you started straddling Logan, kissing him with more fevor than you usually did. Surprised, though certainly not disappointed, Logan kissed you back, hands resting on your thighs and occasionally running up and down them when his control slipped.

When he felt you rock against him slightly he knew something was up. You were never this forward with him, and was always the one to stop Logan when he got a bit carried away. Yet there you were, gently rocking against him while you kissed, moving against his jeans almost desperately, rubbing against him until there was a rock hard bulge for you to move against and Logan had to gently push you off him.

Immediately you started apologising, looking at your hands nervously fidgeting with your t-shirt, refusing to so much as glance at Logan.

“Hey, hey, you’re alright Bub,” Logan said gently. “I just don’t want to do anything before talking about it first.”

You risked a glance at him, trying to find any lie in his face. “You’re not angry at me?”

Logan would have laughed if he wasn’t worried about upsetting you further. “‘Course not. I fucking loved that, actually, but we can’t do it, or anything like that, without talking about it first. I gotta make sure you’re okay with it.”

You nodded your head with such eagerness Logan’s cock twitched in his pants. “I’m okay with it.”

He smiled at your needy demeanour and had to hold himself back from gladly going along with it. “What exactly do you want, Sweetheart? I gotta know that.”

You bit your lips shyly, glancing up at him from your lashes in such a way Logan was tempted to be fucked with all of this and just take you. He’d been waiting for months, however, so he could certainly wait a few more minutes, and restrained himself as such.

“I want to feel good,” you mumbled quietly. “Want you to make me feel good.”

Oh fuck.

Logan wasn’t sure he could handle this. Desire was coursing through his veins, his cock was throbbing almost painfully against his pants as he watched you, shy and naive but so wanting for him.

“Alright Bub, we can do that,” he eventually said, because fuck he wanted to make you feel good too. He wanted you moaning and whimpering his name, whining and panting underneath him because of him.

Yet as soon as he had you undressed and under him he could tell it wasn’t what you wanted. You looked petrified, eyes squeezed shut as you waited for Logan to enter you, and that just wouldn’t do.

“I’m not doing this Sweetheart,” he said, moving away.

You opened your eyes, seeming both relieved and disappointed at the same time. “What? Why?”

Logan sighed, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing your neck. Even with both of you naked it was surprisingly not desire filled and simply comforting. “Because you obviously don’t want it.”

You shook your head and turned around to face him, straddling him in a similar position as before. “I do want it. Just… it felt a bit scary like that.”

Logan thought about her words for a moment before inspiration struck him. “Do you want to ride me instead?”

You actually gasped, your eyes widening at the suggestion, yet he could also see the desire radiating off of you- he could smell it too- and feel the slick coming from your cunt at the thought. He smirked, taking that as a yes.

“I’m going to lift you up and slowly place you down on me. You can stop me at any moment, okay?” he asked you, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with this.

You nodded your head, looking apprehensive but also excited, as you glanced down at his hard on, licking your lips slightly. “I don’t know if it will fit.”

Logan nearly groaned then and there. “It will.”

Hesitant but sure, you let Logan’s hands wrap around your waist and lift you up, positioning his cock at your entrance. He gave you a few seconds to back out, and when you didn’t, staring at him confidently, Logan sunk you down on his cock.

Fuck even just his tip inside you felt like heaven, your cunt squeezing against him. You let out a gasp and he hesitated, waiting, and you slowly nodded your head, giving him the go ahead to continue. He did so gently, making you take him inch by inch, stopping every so often for you to get used to the feeling of him until you’d finally taken all of him inside you.

The feeling of your walls squeezing his cock was heavenly. He could barely think, and all he wanted to do was fuck you hard and fast, chase the release he so desperately wanted. Yet he waited for it to feel comfortable for you, waiting for the pain to ease before he did anything.

“Okay… what now?” you asked in a timid voice.

Logan had to muffle the sound threatening to escape him at the sight of you blinking bashfully at him while he was inside you. It was too good to be true.

“Now you move,” Logan said roughly, because he didn’t trust himself to move and not fuck you viciously like he wanted to.

You thought for a moment before giving an experimental rock, gasping at the pleasure accompanying the action. You repeated the rock again, then again, creating a slow but sure movement that was slowly killing Logan.

Every sway of your hips, the way you rode his cock eagerly if not skillfully, was pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it baby,” he rasped. “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me baby.”

You rolled your hips, whining at the praise and closing your eyes but only increasing your motions, one hand moving up to cup your breast. You grounded onto him, gasping when he hit that perfect spot, whispering Logan’s name like a prayer

He swore at the sight, and couldn’t help the jerk his hips made, a small gasp escaping you. It felt so good, the spike of pleasure overwhelming and your readily response too much, and he did it again.

You moaned this time, a dirty, high pitched sound that was ringing in Logan’s ears, urging him on as he took your hips in his hand and lifted you up, only to slam you down on his cock again. Your moan was delicious, and you placed both your hands on his chest, moving forward to make him go deeper.

Logan did groan this time, and used your hips to continue moving you on his dick, his large hands squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. You were a whining mess, eyes glazed and body limp above him.

“Feel so good,” Logan grunted, thrusting into you. “So fucking good for me.”

You whimpered, gasping as your eyes fluttered closed again. Logan grinned.

“You like that baby? You like me telling you what a good girl you’re being, riding my cock so prettily.”

Your moans came more frequent, panting every second, and Logan could tell you were close. He increased his pace, wanting to see you fall apart in front of him, and wasn’t disappointed by the result.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”

With a cry you threw your head back, ecstasy painting your face as you came, your walls tightening. The feeling of them squeezing Logan’s dick, your cunt milking it for all its worth was too much and he felt himself fall after you, his load of cum shooting into your already stuffed hole.

“Fuck baby,” he cursed, helping you ride out both your highs, moving your hips over him.

You were still panting as you slowly came down from your high, boneless as you laid against Logan’s chest.

“You did so good for me darling,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

You let out a sound, nuzzling his neck, and he happily held you against him, pressing kisses to your face and neck till you were ready to move.