#He always be on that line ALWAYS PISSING HER OFF

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . YOU DON’T HATE ME

WARNINGS : STEP SIBLING TROPE. SMUT. DRY HUMPING. SPITTING KINK. BITING. LIGHT SLAPPING. TITTY SUCKING. KINDA MEAN!MATT. (pls tell me if i forgot anything).

god you hated him—hated the way he was so charming and perfect and so fucking hot.

your mom thought that this family trip would bring everyone together, but it really didn’t. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to pick a fight with matt every chance you got, your arguing and bickering beginning to get on your moms nerves.

“can’t you two get along for one day?” she asked you mid argument, stopping whatever insult you were going to throw at him next. your head whipped in her direction, and you just crossed your arms. “well i would if he wasn’t such an ass all the time.” you snapped.

your mom glared at you, “language.” you quickly mumbled an apology. “you two go find something to do, and i want you guys to get along by the end of it.” both you and matt gave her matching glares of your own at her words.

“fine.” you grumbled, turning your back to matt as you walked off toward your shared room—which was the cherry on top of it all. you had to sleep in the same bed as his every night this trip. having to stop yourself from tracing lines along his chest while he slept—he was too tempting.

the air between you had always been…tense. ever since your parents got married, matt had made it his full-time job to pick on you—cold looks, snide comments, backhanded compliments. but he never left you alone. and no matter how much you claimed to hate him, part of you waited for the attention. craved it even. especially late at night, when the house was quiet and the only thing separating your bodies was the thinnest sheet imaginable.

matt didn’t follow you as you made your way to the room, deciding to peel off and go do his own thing, ignoring your mothers request to spend some time together. you didn’t see him again until later that night after everyone was already in bed—your pajamas were on and the blankets were pulled high over your body.

you weren’t asleep yet, you couldn’t be—not with matt’s body radiating with heat as he climbed under the blankets with you. you couldn’t help the way your body shuttered with how close he was to you.

“you’re taking up the whole damn bed.” matt muttered from behind you as if he knew you weren’t actually asleep, his voice irritated. you rolled your eyes, back still turned to him. “then sleep on the floor, tough guy.”

he laughed, and you could feel it down your spine. “right. like I’d let your bratty little ass win that easy.” and you shifted under the covers, accidentally moving to brush your bare leg against his. “watch it,” he snapped. you rolled your eyes, “you’re so dramatic,” you whispered under your breath.

he moved suddenly—rolling over, pressing his chest against your back, one heavy arm wrapping around your waist. your breath caught at the contact, your body wiggling slightly in his grasp.

“i swear to God.” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “you just love to piss me off, don’t you? always doin’ shit to rile me up on purpose.” your thighs clenched at his words—he wasn’t wrong.

“and yet you love pretending you don’t like it.” you snipped back.

he hummed, his hand moving to slowly slip under your shirt without hesitation, fingers splaying across your stomach. your brain started to short circuit, whatever snarky words you had disappearing. his touch already having you go limp for him—he’s never touched you like this before. “you walk around in those tiny shorts all week,” he growled. “picking fights with me. you knew what you were doing.”

you gasped when he pulled your hips back against him—his hard cock grinding slowly into your ass. his hand moved up to your throat under your shirt, gently gripping, just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back—your body tingling. you could feel the way your panties became soaked, the fabric sticking to your wet folds.

“you’re not gonna say a word.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. “not unless you want mom to hear her perfect little girl fucking in the guest room.” you whimpered, his words making the heat between your legs more prominent as he began rocking into you, dry humping through the thin layers of clothes. his mouth came down to meet your shoulder—teeth scraping before he bit down—leaving a mark behind on your skin when he pulled away.

“matt.” you breathed heavily, your find already fogging. a sharp sudden slap to your thigh made you cry out softly, your body jerking.

“did I say you could talk?” he spat against your ear, letting his tongue run along the lobe before nipping it. you couldn’t help but to moan into the pillow, writhing as his hand slid to your chest and cupped one of your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened. slowly he shifted himself, grabbing you and moving you onto your back before slotting himself over you and between your legs.

his mouth followed soon after—tugging your shirt up, lips closing over your tit, tongue licking lazily at your nipple before he sucked hard. letting his teeth nip at your now sensitive bud—the pain making you moan. it was messy and obscene, and you never wanted it to stop.

when he pulled back, spit dripped from his mouth as he stared down at you. his hips began to grind down, rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a sharp breath, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt.

matt smirked, letting a hand come up to grab your face. “c’mon, open up for me sweetheart. you can do that yeah?” he muttered. you obeyed, dazed, your lips parting.

slowly he spat into your mouth, letting the saliva drop into your mouth before he came down and connected his lips to yours. it was heated and desperate, your mouth opening wider to let him in as his teeth nipped your lips, making you bleed slightly.

when he pulled away, his eyes were dark—lust pooled in his orbs. “be a good girl and swallow it.” he demanded.

you did—your eyes locked on his the whole time. you were both breathing heavy now, his hand now tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you again, roughly.

“i hate you,” you breathed.

“yeah?” he mocked, rocking against you faster now, one hand gripping the flesh of your thigh. “let’s see how true that really is, cause i think this pussy says otherwise.”

a/n : ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i had to (never written something like this before either). creds to whoever has created stepbrother!matt <3

[karaaeilish]

۶ৎ DARE b. eilish

✦ smut(-ish) ౨ৎ synopsis; truth or dare is always more fun when you have to call your best friend 'daddy'

"okay, your dare...call billie ‘daddy’ when she gets back" 

oh shit.

"gosh, come on" you look at your friend and her overly pleased expression, then at the six other people sitting in a circle on the floor, and then at the door where billie’s gonna appear in a matter of minutes. you already regret asking her to get the soda from the fridge.

quite room fills with whispers and giggles as you sheepishly hide your face in your hands.it was unbearable.

well, everyone in this room knew how much you both were in love with each other. except for yourselves. 

two minutes dragged on like an eternity, before billie finally walked into the room, humming a tune to herself. you just knew you were fucked.

ava nudges your shoulder and you put a shaky mask of confidence on your face.

billie hands you the can of cola zero with a soft smile, your fingers brushing lightly. "here you go, babygirl."

you bite your lip before daring to answer her. "thank you, daddy."

at that moment, no one knew which of the two of you was blushing harder. your face remained casual, but billie froze with her hand outstretched in the air. poor girl took a few more seconds before she sat back down in the circle, shifting awkwardly and adjusting the fabric of her pants as if there was actually something there that would give away her instantly growing arousal.

you try to take a deep breath as discreetly as possible, directing your gaze anywhere but at billie. but damn, you wish you could see her face right now.

ava moves a little closer to you until your shoulders are touching. You immediately start to shake. "keep calling her that for the rest of the day."

years of your life flash through your head as you try to figure out what you did to piss her off so much that she's taking it out on you and your stupid crush.

you're brought out of your thoughts by nat's voice, which has apparently been trying to reach you for a minute now. you hum, finally looking up at him. "your turn."

there was actually one silver lining to all this chaos. you knew perfectly well that nat was in love with billie just as much as you were. and damn, it was nice to see his face twist in jealousy when he saw the effect your words had on billie.

"okay..." you gather up the courage to look at billie again, keeping eye contact. "truth or dare, daddy?"

she nearly choked.

"is this... is this—?" she glances at everyone present, but you immediately catch her attention again. "i asked a question."

the sharp confidence in your voice surprises everyone. including yourself. "truth or dare... daddy?"

and she snaps.

"you" billie stands up abruptly, closing the distance between you with one big step. it doesn't take much effort for her to lift your figure into her arms, and carry you away from prying eyes. behind the closed door are all the giggles and whistles of your friends, who think they've successfully accomplished their mission.

billie shuts her bedroom door with her foot and sets you down on the floor, forcing your roles to reverse, because not a drop of your confidence remains.

"daddy?" she steps forward, slightly returning above you. "okay princess, i'll show you daddy."

[mi-co-uk]

ᯓ 𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖙𝖊 ⋆.˚

CRIMINAL MATT AND "PRINCESS" READER HEADCANONS

જ⁀➴ au masterlist here !

CRIMINAL MATT:

ᯓ his hobby is just stalking princess reader, he mentally criticises her for not being cautious of her surroundings and the only reason other guys havnt preyed on her is because of matt getting to them before they can even try.

ᯓ he's stabbed the tires of multiple guys that did as little as look at reader wrong or if she seemed remotely interested in them

ᯓ has bought a variety of items that he saw reader look at in shops or he just thinks she'll like. has them saved and scattered wrapping or in gift bags but he's too nervous to try giving them to her

ᯓ if he's watching/listening to reader while she's hanging out with one of her friends matt will get probably overly invested in the drama - he knows everyone she's around , who she follows and he knows anyone at the school so he enjoys hearing the gossip as there's limits on WHAT he knows

ᯓ in a way it was kind of beneficial to start stalking reader because he doesn't have time for his own stuff, like he drinks a lot less and gets into less fights to not draw attention to himself when he's trying to keep an eye on reader

ᯓ her favourite things are now his even if he doesn't actually like them. wasn't a big fan of vanilla scented things but now he obsesses over them as they remind matt of reader. will do things like order the same drink reader did so he feels closer to her and like he's actually hanging out with her as oppose to watching her

ᯓ the one line he won't cross is going into readers house. he knows he can't hurt your brother which pisses him off endlessly but he also looks out for you at times matt can't always so he wouldn't break that reliance. the only time he doesn't know what you're doing is when you're in your house.

ᯓ he barely spends time at his own house going as far to sleep in his car when you're in your house

ᯓ is for some reason confident you have no idea who he is and that you are unaware that he knows everything about you.

"PRINCESS" READER:

ᯓ is very very curious about criminal matt. whenever she sees him around for a split second it makes her even more curious. like why is he in places like a mall? it doesn't fit the rumours people spread about him living away somewhere stupid like the middle of the words like an animal or being barely traceable - she sees him all the time, he can't be the big mystery everyone makes him out to be

ᯓ her brother for a period of time was convinced that matt was stalking him, never once occurred to either of them that it was princess reader.

ᯓ secretly very insecure and finds everything overwhelming. only likes flirting with guys because they give her a sense of worth but it doesn't last long enough for her to actually do anything, still a virgin and still terrified of that kind of intimacy despite what people think and despite all the things she thinks about in her head

ᯓ has a journal of her deep dark secrets and thoughts that let's all hope no one finds and takes a look through 😋

ᯓ absolutely despises her brothers best friend, wont even go near him if she can help it. he's grimey and won't take a hint but he practically lives with them so it's virtually impossible to get away from

ᯓ is on various meds for anxiety so doesn't do any drugs despite encouragement from the people at her brothers parties. she's not really suppose to smoke either but she does anyway.

ᯓ doesn't tolerate being considered weak - tells her brother she doesn't like the guy and what he said so he'll kick his teeth in and ruin his reputation enough he doesn't try going near reader again. she's not weak or dumb or an easy target. she flirts with who she wants but she's not even close to desperate for the attention and she hates guys that think otherwise

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[loveinthevein]

“Sure Ain’t Sweet.”

grungy john lennon in the 2000s au x reader

( for my beautiful @katiebuggg )

CHAPTER ONE

It was a cloudy afternoon in Liverpool, nothing less than the average. Despite the notorious ragtag teenagers running around with their skateboards and getting chased off of the statues in the St. Johns Gardens by the bizz, there was no real disturbance in the gentle serenity within the atmosphere. Sitting on a bench not too far where those kids got shooed off of, sat Y/N. In her hand, was her walkman and her headphones. She watched curiously as the bizzies shouted and threateningly raised their batons at the cackling kids as they chased them out the park. Nothing too new to Y/N, but it never really got old. She put her headphones on, and adjusted her turtleneck to sit more comfortably on her neck before starting up the music. She rocked her head a bit to the music as she rummaged in her dark brown leather bag that complimented her dark brown turtleneck, the faint sound of an electric guitar faintly being heard by those who passed her by. She pulled out a small journal with a leather covering, and her fountain pen. When she opened her journal to an empty page, she tapped her chin curiously with the pen, thinking about what, or how she should write. 

Her eyes flicked up and what immediately caught her eye was a man at the entrance walking in with his friend, a cigarette pressed between his lips as he let out a billowing cloud of smoke. He had a somewhat tight black mock turtleneck with a black leather jacket and matching black pants held up with a modest silver studded black belt, his hair shaggily cut and his eyes lined with a faint black eyeliner that accentuated his grungy appearance. On his left hand he had a silver band ring on his middle finger, and on his right wrist he had a black crocheted bracelet that had a silver charm tied into it.

This man lived right above Y/N’s apartment, and she’s spent many of her sleepless nights listening to his curses and banter with his shoddy, ragged band and those grating guitar riffs that she swore would blow out her eardrums. She stormed up to his apartment several times to give him a piece of her mind and tell him to belt up and knock it off, but it only seemed to make the situation worse. It was almost as if it was intentional at this point. Just plain foolish.

She prayed to God that he wouldn’t utter a word to her, that he’d walk right past her with his head turned the completely other direction, even though the path he walked led right up to the front of her little bench. Life just couldn’t let up that easy for her, right? Her eyes flicked up for just a moment, only to be greeted with that infuriating smirk that he always plastered on his face whenever Y/N looked his way.

“Lovely day, isn’t it Y/N?” His tone was provoking, and he bit his lip as if he was holding back a chuckle at the sight of Y/N’s eyebrows furrowing already. “You seem peachy.”

“Belt up and piss off, John.” Y/N gritted out, her eyes flicking up and down at him with a pissy expression. “Leave me alone.”

“Gosh, Y/N. Are you always this grumpy? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile once since I met you.” He playfully said.

“What is there to smile about when all you do is set me off? Look at you, you’re bloody smirkin’ like a jackass!”

Y/N pointed up at him, causing John to finally let out the chuckle he’d been suppressing all this time.

“Relax a bit, yeah? Can I not be happy to finally see my favorite gal in all of Liverpool all dolled up like this?” He was referring to the fact that usually he saw her disheveled and tired since she’d pound on his door late at night to get him to shut up. He’s only gotten glimpses of Y/N prettied up like she is today. John took a step closer to lean down to get in Y/N’s personal space, which she clearly didn’t appreciate. “Ain’t I right?”

“Oh, come off it John!” She then rose to her feet, letting out a scoff. John also rose up, his height imposing over her. He stared down at her with a playful look of disdain, and raised a brow.

“Oh ho, you’re getting bad now eh? You almost look as if you wanna hit me!” He tapped his cheek as if he was saying “go on, do it!” His friend, who’d been watching this whole time snickering, placed a hand on John’s shoulder.

“Don’t push her too far, John. She just might. Although, I doubt it’d hurt much with those baby’s bottom hands of hers.” John snickered at his friend's comment, this side banter only irritated Y/N more than she already was.

“Shut it, Paul! I swear, you two are no better than bloody children!” 

Y/N grabbed her bag and roughly swung in onto her shoulder. “Paul, John, good day to you! I’m going home.” She whirled around and began to storm off, but of course John had to get his last two cents in.

“Uh, love. The complex is that way.” He pointed behind him, both him and Paul starting to enter a chuckling fit that grated on Y/N’s ears.

“I... I don’t care, I’m taking the long way! Anything to get the hell away from you bastards.” She called out from over her shoulder, even though her face flushed a bit from the embarrassment. She didn’t really mean to go this way, but she was so irritated that she wasn’t thinking straight. John and Paul still snickered and made taunting comments at Y/N’s expense as she walked away, and it took everything for her not to snap on them again.

But no!

Today, she was the bigger person. She stepped away, and didn’t let them spur her about and get what they so desired. But it wasn’t so much this interaction she had with them today, but the fact she’d have to deal with them later. It was a whole other thing with those two during the night. They were the reason why Y/N barely slept at night, her performance at work was starting to teeter, and her usually bright face started to get tainted by her worsening eye bags. Every day she missed her life before she moved into that damned apartment complex. 

A few hours passed, and Y/N was sitting on her beat up leather couch flicking through the TV channels. Nothing really good was on, and in all honesty Y/N’s mind was completely elsewhere right now. John had pissed her off so badly today that she was just sitting in silence. At first, it was serene. She didn’t mind the silence, usually John and Paul and their annoying jackass bandmates would ruin the entire night with their racket but it seemed that tonight Y/N was spared … or so she thought. 

“A-one, a-two, a-five, six, seven, eight!” Like a revving motorcycle, the sound of that blasted guitar, although muffled, blasted from above, snapping Y/N out of her reverie.

She jolted up from the couch, looking up and just imagining how stupid they looked up there. Stomping around like bumbling elephants, thrashing their heads like they were dedicated to make them roll off their shoulders, even the thought of that prickled underneath Y/N’s skin.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” She hissed, as she whirled to the entry and swung open the door, not even bothering to put on her slippers as she stormed upstairs.

Once Y/N made it up, she pounded her fist on the door with all her strength. Of course, there wasn’t any answer. All she heard was singing (if you could even call it that …) and the sloppy racket of the instruments.

“John!” She yelled, slamming on the door again “You bloody bastard- JOHN!”

“Hold on, hold on! …  My favorite visitor finally came to commend us.” Y/N heard John say from the other side of the door, followed by the snickers of the other bandmates. “That’s sound.” Paul uselessly chimed in. John finally opened the door, that smirk Y/N hated more than anything already plastered on his face. “Hello, Y/N. Came to get a better listen?” John teased as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Hell no!” Y/N snapped, furrowing her eyebrows as she glared into John’s taunting eyes. “I’m here to tell you to BELT UP! It’s 11pm, people have work and the kids have school! Do you care about anyone else about yourself?!” John chuckled, turning away to shake his head.

“I care about you. Why else do you think I play loud enough for you to hear-“

“Come off it!” She quickly bit out, her chest heaving. The two stared at each other for a moment, John contrasting Y/N’s heated gaze with total, taunting indifference. Y/N let out a sigh and broke away from John’s gaze. She fidgeted with her fingers, the silence giving her time to collect her thoughts. However, John spoke first.

“Y/N, why don’t you come inside?”

“What?!”

“Come inside. Listen to us play. Maybe you’ll change your mind.” John’s voice was a lot softer now, and it was quite unsettling and caught Y/N completely off guard. She blinked in surprise, her mouth hung open to try and formulate some sort of response but she just couldn’t seem to do so.

“Is that a yes?” John reached his hand out, but immediately Y/N pushed it away. 

“Wh- No! It’s a cold, hard no!” I wouldn’t ever step into that shithole you call a-”

“Ohhh, oh. Come on now. No need to be so rude, Y/N.” He crooned, coming off of the doorframe and took a step closer.

“It’s clear that our relationship here is all jarg, I am simply wishing to fix it!” John’s eye flicked up and down Y/N, raising his eyebrows in an inviting gesture.

“There is nothing to fix.” She gritted, furrowing her eyebrows and pursed her lips tightly. “You’re just a jackass, and you know it. I want nothing to do with you, I can’t STAND you.”

“I know.” John chuckled, bridling his head just a bit as he shifted his standing position. 

“All the more reason to learn about one another. Maybe you’ll find that I’m not as unbearable as you think- Actually, I’m curious, what exactly makes me so unbearable to you? It can’t just be because I’m a “bloody jackass.” What else is there?” John leaned a bit closer, and Y/N immediately recoiled back.

“That’s just it! You’re a jackass! You’re sitting here fussing at me while you have your friends sitting there starin’ and waitin’ on you!”

“I don’t see why that’s an issue. You have every opportunity to go and leave, Y/N-”

“Shut the hell up! That’s not the damn point, the point is that you’re so insistent on getting me bloody riled up-”

“Hush, hush. Now you’re the one who’s getting all loud, not me. All I did was talk to you and invite you in, and you got all hot and bothered.”

John took in a deep breath and leaned back up to his full height, looking down at Y/N and raised his eyebrows again as if he was saying “gotcha!” Y/N was silent now, completely speechless. Yeah, sure. Whatever. She knew he was right, but of course she’d rather die than admit that. She let out an annoyed huff and turned away, putting her hands on her hips.

“Tell me I’m right. I’m sound as a polished pound. Go on, Y/N-“

“Shut up, John.”

“Heh. Uh huh …” He looked over his shoulder, exchanging knowing glances with the other three inside who watched silently with wide eyes and faint unconscious smiles on their faces.

“Aye, Y/N,” Paul, who walked up behind John, started. He tilted his head, acknowledging both Y/N and John as he spoke. “Are you going to come in, or are you gonna go home missin’ your belooooved-”

“Oh god. Will you stop it, Paul? Stop!” Y/N belted out, before quickly quieting herself. “Fine. I’ll come in. Only because I know both of you won’t let it go until I do. Mo- Move out of the way.”

“As you wish, your highness.” John stepped out the way and made a grandiose gesture as she walked in that only pissed Y/N off even more. He and Paul bumped fists, and turned around to grab his guitar that was leaning on the wall.

 The apartment was an odd mix of both messy but clean. There were a lot of discarded things on the floor, game cartridges for John’s Gamecube, energy drink cans, and other forms of clutter. There was a lot of wall decor, a dart board on the opposite wall from her (which several darts were pierced in the wall and only few actually hit the target), an old clock tick-tocking on her left, and behind her were a bunch of framed pictures of little moments in John’s life and cheap paintings he probably bought from the store or inherited. In the corner of the room, there was a bean bag where one of the bandmates sat and tuned his guitar.

The couch, coffee table, and end table were all awkwardly pushed out to make room for him and the band to play, and Y/N wondered why they couldn’t have just rented out a studio room to do all of this in. 

John strode over to Y/N, playing a small riff. “I pray I’ll be able to impress you, my lovely Y/N. CLEARLY you’re a very hard woman to please.” She was going to say something, but she was immediately cut off. 

“A-one! A-two! A-five, six, seven, eight!” The band erupted into their song, and Y/N immediately covered her ears. The amps and speakers blared unforgivingly and the beat of the song painfully thrummed in her eardrums. She shut her eyes, and she was barely able to open them because of just how overbearing it was. But slowly, Y/N started to get used to it. Her hands slowly trailed down, now placed on her lap. 

Her eyes still twitched and winced at the higher pitches of the song, but for some reason … this didn’t sound like the brainless noise she heard almost every night before this one. The passion could be felt in each strum of the bass and guitar, beating of the drum, cry of the voice, it all came together in a beautiful way that Y/N really didn’t want to acknowledge. 

She was supposed to hate everything about this. In fact, this entire genre of this unapologetically nasty, punk rock sound was on a completely different spectrum from what Y/N was used to. Especially with the innuendos that oozed from almost each lyric.

But what Y/N couldn't seem to break away from was John himself. He was very animated as he sang and played, his movements exaggerated and even somewhat salacious at times, and it was very clear that he wasn’t ashamed of it at all. 

In fact, it was obviously intentional just to gauge a reaction from Y/N, his eyes flicking over to her from time to time every time he said something or did something a bit raunchy. Reluctantly, Y/N’s face started to flush just a bit.

When the song came to a close around 4 minutes later, the room was dead silent aside from the panting and heaving from the band. John and Y/N held a very intense gaze, charged with a festering tension. Wiping a bit of the sweat from his forehead, the corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk.

“How’d I do, Y/N?”

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chapter two dropping 2night guys

[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

MUCKLA! ive been meaning to ask for ur harry thoughts and hcs... give me pls

harry potter!!

i think jkr was especially bad at incorporating hobbys and interests into her characters, leaving the reader feeling a bit distanced even to the main character. harry is a 90s kid!!!!!!

• harry was heavily bullied throught primary school, that much is canon. i think he was a very interested student, wanting to take in all the information that he was hindered from viewing at home. his neglect makes him eager to educate himself. but the bullying discourages him from showing said interest and he's a very quiet student; a problem that extents into his time at Hogwarts and makes him not reach his full potential even there.

• his fav subject in primary school was physical education. even though the bullying extents into this class (being picked last etc.), this is his place to shine! he's an athletic person who loves to connect with others through team sports. exercise is his emotional outlet, as we see in canon. it's only natural for him to join the quidditch team at hogwarts

• nerdy harry! at some point he's given one of dudley's ripped up comic books and he gets suuuuper into superhero comics and the lore (his fav is batman) and he gets super mad when sees how little dudley actually cares abt the story and goes all 'why do you even read this if you don't gaf what happens in this specific volume with this specific antihero and this specific storyline??!!!'

• skater kid harry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! especially in summer 1995 when he's free to roam the streets and just spends all day outside. he takes on little odd jobs and earns a but of pocket money (or just exchanges some wizard money into muggle money at gringotts) and buys himself a skateboard! because the other skater kids are also the socially odd ones out they take him in and spend all day at the park. harry who has summer friendships with other weird kids!!

• give that man a hash brownie. harry would have sm fun getting high, change my mine. but he wouldn't like smoking bc it's 'bad for his performance'

• harry is insecure i fear :/ he's small, he doesn't like his hair (canon!) and tries to keep it in line without success, is probably highly annoyed at the scar across his face. i think his insecurities mostly stem from the way he was treated by the dursleys. he is somwhat aware of this. at some point, when he's around them he even tries to piss them off by f.e. making his hair even messier or putting on the most horrible clothes they gave him. but when he really wants to impress people he likes, he grows ashamed of these features.

• please put him in trauma therapy and anger management 🙏🙏 harry the type of kid who glares at u angrily from across the room and punches his pillow.

• harry is always a bit emotionally reserved and tries to not let people see the extents of his feelings until he explodes and becomes extremely and brutally cunty and mean. he's also super stubborn afterwards and loathes apologising. harry would love ghosting and blocking people

• harry is a bit aromantic/demisexual. he feels attraction (to both genders!!) and doesn't give a shit, has tiny crushes but barely acts on them. it always feels a bit superficial. he views romantic love as overrated and cares much much much more for his platonic relationships. he marries a woman who he has a very strong friendship to at first and i think that's always the emphasis of his romantic relationships. when he does have crushes that have something to do with a more superficial physical attraction, he isn't that bummed when he's rejected. + even in these people he always sees their cherishable traits first (f.e. cho is a headstrong and confident athlete). i think this may also be why he isn't that stressed about his bisexuality. yes, he likes men and boys! but its more like 'oh wow i genuinely respect this person so much for their traits, i'd love to get to know them. but if they were to propose a deeper connection, i wouldn't say no...' sexual and romantic involvement isn't his top priority!!!!!!

• harry with a saviour complex and the need to fix things and take on responsibility; so much that he became part of the institution that persecuted him and went down the fucking anarchist->cop pipeline 💔

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|The Yellowjackets Won Nationals, they never crashed, they all graduated, the end. Teen time line (18-19 ages) | Pairings: taivan, jackieshauna, genhat, lottienat, reader x all | Rating: M | TW: drugs, alcohol use, cussing, explicit themes, smut, fighting, dark humor, cheating | Word Count:

a/n: yes there are pairings in this story but it is implied reader has been with all of the Yellowjackets, but the main pairing is Mari and reader. Also, I updated my Taglist form so you can add your username, if you have filled it out prior please do it again so i can tag you.

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It’s been about a month since graduation, I’ve been hanging around mostly on the edge of town in the woods, getting high, and doing things that are considered illegal. I was walking towards my usual spot when I spotted Natalie hanging outside of the convient store, I put my head phones around my neck and walked up, Jerry the clerk yelled “Oh no both of you go. You littl-“ I flipped Jerry off while Natalie started laughing, she grabbed her bag and we started walking to a secluded area behind Main Street. She held a cigarette in her right hand while choking and laughing, “Jerry hates us both you know that right?” I smirked “No he hates that we started a tab that Lottie always ends up paying.” We looked at each other knowing how much we stole and should probably pay Lottie back. Natalie and I grew up the same, I lived 3 trailers down from her and was there the day her dad shot himself. We were closer than most which is why I became an honorary Yellowjacket.

“So.. are you going to follow Lottie to New York?” I asked before taking a drag of half a joint I found in my pocket. Nat sat in silence for a bit, “I don’t know, there’s nothing left for me here anyway, except living the same way I grew up.” It hurt, I wasn’t exclusive with anyone.. well not officially anyway.. Mari and Laura Lee are the two I’ve been going between, or well any of the others when they fight with their partners and want to blow off steam. “Yeah I get it, you don’t want to live in this narrative, guess I turned out the exact way everyone thought I would.” I shrugged, Nat looked at me “Don’t say that, you graduated with a high GPA you just didn’t apply to any colleges.” I looked at her “Nat I can’t afford college, plus I just need my bar card to go work at sloppies.” The silence felt like the weight of 5 Mack trucks, she was right but Wisayok was where I was born and where I’d die.

After Nat left me, I went home to find my cousin sitting on my steps, “You owe me.” I snatched the bag out of his hand, and attempted to push past him. He grabbed me by the face and squeezed as hard as he could, “You better fucking pay me, or else.” I spit in his face, “Or what? You’ll beat me like you beat all of your girlfriends? Piss off Jake. You are more of a low life than both of our parents combined. He let me go before he pushed me, “what the fuck did you just say?” I smirked, “Oh Jake.. Jake. Jake. Jake. I’m not scared of you, I fought my dad after he put his hands on my mom and I will surely get a couple of punches in before someone comes to break this up. You are nothing except a Low level, drug dealing, wife beater, dead beat dad, good for nothing, piece of shi-“ that’s when I felt his left fist make contact with my face, I blacked out and clipped him with my right hook. When I came too he was holding his nose will blood dripping down his face, “Fuck you.” I shrugged and picked up the bag and my back pack, “fuck off Jakey boy.” I walked into the trailer and locked the door behind me. I tossed my keys and my backpack on the table before going to my room, I looked in the mirror at my black eye and a small cut where his ring scraped across my skin. “Well this will be fun to explain.” I sighed and changed out of my clothes to go shower, hopefully no one questions me.

Later that night after getting the score and heading to Lottie’s house, something stopped me at the door, my life became just like my moms, low grade drug dealer and letting everyone use me like a bus stop. Before I could knock Mari opened the door smirking, “Everyone , party favors are here!!!” I heard the rest of the girls cheering and running up to the door. Nat stopped the group, “what the fuck happened to your eye?” The group looked at me in a very concerning way, I shrugged “nothing, I got jumped. You should see the other guys.” They all mumbled under their breath before Jackie said “OKAY WELLLL LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!!”

Lottie always paid in advanced for everything I’d bring to these parties which was great for me and lame for her because she let me keep anything that wasn’t used. Mari wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, “you know I’m really going to miss having these parties.” I smiled sadly knowing that all of the girls were leaving to go to college, Van, Tai, Lottie, and Nat all decided on going to NYU, Shauna got into Brown, Mari got into UCLA, Laura Lee got into Stanford, Jackie, Gen, and Akilah got into Rutgers, Mel got into Duke, Misty got into Ohio State and I applied to UCLA, UW, and the University of North Carolina, didn’t get accepted into any of them, but I haven’t told any of the girls yet.

I handed my bag to Mari to get the party started, I grabbed a beer and a joint and walked outside, no one noticed anyway they were far too excited about the items laid out on the table. I took a long drag and stared off into the trees, ‘fucking Wisayok’. I heard the door slide open and Laura Lee walked outside with two beers in her hand. “Want some company?” I shrugged still deep in thought, she stood next to me and put the beer down on the table, “what’s going on? You didn’t talk to anyone when you came in… you didn’t even notice Jackie half undressed..” I chuckled slightly “Laura Lee I didn’t get in to any universities, I’m not leaving this shit town, I have no future.” The air felt thick and I wasn’t sure what was going to be said next “just because you didn’t get in this year doesn’t mean you are stuck in Wisayok.. plus there is a room full of girls who even if they hardly ever showed it they do care about you.” I looked at Laura Lee “They cared that I could get them coke and weed, they didn’t care about who I was. Come on Laura Lee, I’m being used just like I was destined to be.” I heard a cough coming from the stairs to come on to the deck, “I was going to try to scare you but… no one cares about you so I’m going to go.” Mari looked disappointed, sad, and maybe a little angry, I didn’t anticipate her hearing those words come out of my mouth, Laura Lee was far more understanding.

“Mar wait!” I ran down the steps and caught up to her at the corner of the house when we were out of eye sight from Laura Lee I reached for her hand and she immediately pulled away, “Mar…” she looked at me with tears filling her eyes, “I don’t care about the drugs you idiot, I care about you! I’m in love with you and you can’t get over your self deprecation to even notice!” My breath got caught in my throat, I dropped the beer and joint I had in my hands and pushed Mari up against the house, “you barely looked at me when we were at school.” Mari rolled her eyes, “BECAUSE OF THE WAY YOU TREATED ME AT THESE PARTIES Y/N! I DONT WANT TO BE THE LAST CHOICE OR THE MOST AVAILABLE CH-“ I couldn’t listen to her yell anymore, or say that she was my last choice, hell she was always my first choice, she was the people’s princess, but she took over every single thought in my brain, I grabbed her hips and pulled her into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the smell of smoke and taste of alcohol played off our breath and our clothes. “I’ve been in love with you since 7th grade Mari, we just lived in two different worlds.”

“Then why did you tell Laura Lee no one cared about you?” I looked down at my feet and back up at Mari, “because I know you deserve better than Wisayok trash like me.” She shook her head and placed her hand on my cheek, “come with me to LA, we can figure it out, all of it. You aren’t Wisayok trash.” I smiled “Are you Mari Ibarra the people’s princess asking me the washout to be exclusive?” She started laughing and closed the gap between us, I deepened the kiss and pushed her harder into the wall. She pulled at the bottom hem of my sweatshirt and we parted to both take our tops off and we tossed them on the ground.

My hands went to the small of her back and played with the waist band of her jeans, “wait.. you didn’t answer me.” I kissed down her neck and back up to her lips, “doesn’t this answer it?” I unbuttoned her pants and slid my hand between her legs, and whispered in her ear “stay quiet, we wouldn’t want to be interrupted.” Mari let out a breath before biting her lip, she pushed her jeans down further giving me more access. “Good girl.” I bit down on Mari’s neck as I rubbed her clit faster, “FUCK” her nails dug into my back, I pushed her up harder against the wall, she slipped one leg out of her jeans. I moved my hand from holding on to the wall to covering Mari’s mouth, Mari used one hand to pull her underwear down to her ankles before gripping onto my shoulder again. I slipped two fingers inside of her, I watched as her eyes rolled back. Mari bucked her hips forward as I thrusted my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were not quiet and my hand wasn’t muffling it enough, both of us were panting and sweating.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, cum for me before we get caught.” I heard the door to the outside deck open and Jackie laughing loudly and yelling at Shauna to stop fighting with Melissa. I quickened my pace, until I felt Mari’s walls tighten around my fingers, and a warm fluid drip down my hand. I smirked and removed my hand from Mari’s mouth, even though I could still feel her nails deep in my back. She was panting hard, “I’ll take that as a yes then.” I smiled and wiped my hands on my pants, “Y/N? Mari? You guys are going to miss strip poker! Where are you?!” Nat called out and Jackie Mirrored her, I grabbed my hoodie off the ground leaving Mari against the wall, “I’ll see you inside babe,”

I winked and walked back around back, “Sorry! We were just talking,” When I pushed past Nat and Jackie I heard them whispering about the blood showing through my shirt on my shoulders. Mari called out and I could hear her running behind “Wait for me guys!” When the four of us returned inside, there was white powder on the coffee table along with poker chips and cards, everyone was cross faded and gone. I leaned over and whispered to Mari about the bite mark on her neck that was a slight purple/blue color, she looked at me and said “you should see the other girls back.” I smiled “ha ha very funny. Also Jake hit me, but I’m fine.” She rolled her eyes like she was shocked, and grabbed my hand, “LA in two weeks.. we can make it.” That’s when Sir mix a lot was turned on and the strip poker started.

For once I was high on something else, how did partying with the Yellowjackets turn into, outdoor sex and admitting that I, Y/N L/N, was in love. This might be our last party of the season but this won’t be the last time we are all together… to be continued.

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[dailykugisaki]

Day 176 | id in alt

You said you were gonna lock in, so lock in buoy.

[helpimstuckinafandom]

JUSTICE FOR DAVINA CLAIRE I'M SO FUCKING SERIOUS FUCK OFF OH MY FUCKING GOD

[medlabmech]

He can tell me "those stripped of the grace of gold, shall all meet death, in the embrace of Messmer's flame" all day and I'll just be "cool! :D let's have another go:3"

i've never felt more understood by YouTube comments than by those of the Messmer cutscene

[evandore]

ok actually it is kind of fun to consider the weekdays like this. it plays into character and their culture and how they would interact. carmilla coming from a religious background starts the weeks on a sunday. vince being more work oriented starts on monday but ends it on the weekend as that sort of relaxation / celebration thing. with the opposite of danny where the week starts on saturday bc reward is prioritised and work comes as an afterthought. caroline starts on a thursday btw

[psychoticfemmm]

Prove It

Pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

Summary: Some Kook girl spreads a rumor that she hooked up with Rafe—just to piss you off. When you confront him, it turns into an argument where you start to doubt him. But Rafe? He refuses to let you walk away.

You weren’t even looking for drama tonight.

You just wanted a chill night at the party—have a drink, dance a little, maybe even get Rafe to actually behave himself for once. But no. Instead, you had to hear some random girl tell everyone that she hooked up with your boyfriend.

At first, you laughed it off.

Because really? Rafe Cameron? Cheating on you? Not a chance.

But then you saw her—smirking, flicking her eyes in your direction, looking entirely too pleased with herself. And suddenly, you weren’t so sure.

So now here you were, arms crossed, standing in front of Rafe, daring him to explain.

“She’s saying you hooked up,” you snapped, voice sharper than intended. “Are you gonna deny it, or just stand there looking like an asshole?”

Rafe, leaning against the counter with his beer, just sighed—like this was a mild inconvenience rather than a full-on crisis.

“Babe, really?” He raised a brow. “You actually believe her?”

You hesitated.

And that hesitation? Oh, Rafe did not like that.

His jaw ticked, and suddenly, he was pushing off the counter, closing the space between you in two slow steps.

“Let me get this straight,” he murmured, towering over you now. “You think I’d let some desperate, pathetic Kook girl anywhere near me—when I have you?”

You hated that he said it like that—like it was the most ridiculous accusation ever. Like you should’ve just known better.

You huffed, looking away. “I don’t know, Rafe. You weren’t exactly shutting her down.”

His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t even know her name,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “You really think I’d fuck around on you? You think I’d risk losing you for some nobody?”

Your stomach flipped at how serious he looked—blue eyes dark, lips pressed into a firm line.

You swallowed. “…I don’t know.”

That was the wrong answer.

Rafe’s gaze hardened. “Bullshit.” He stepped closer, voice dropping lower. “You know damn well, no matter how mad you get at me, we’re always gonna work it out.”

You blinked up at him, heart hammering. “Rafe—”

“No, listen to me.” His voice was firm now, like he was making a point you weren’t allowed to argue. “You don’t get to walk away over this. Not from me.”

You sucked in a breath, nails digging into your palms. “You act like I don’t have a choice.”

Rafe grinned. “You don’t.”

His fingers curled around your jaw, holding you in place. “Because I love you. And I don’t give a shit how upset you are, you’re still mine.”

Your breath hitched. Your body was betraying you, leaning into him even as your brain told you to stay mad.

Rafe’s smirk turned smug. He could feel you giving in.

“You wanna be mad at me?” His fingers traced your jaw, down to your neck. “Fine. But don’t ever doubt that I’m yours.”

Then, just to make his point, he turned his head slightly—locking eyes with that girl across the room. The one who started all this.

And then?

He kissed you.

Hard.

His hand gripped your waist, pulling you so close there wasn’t a single inch of space between you. His other hand slid into your hair, tilting your head back, deepening the kiss.

He made a point to make it slow. Intense. Unapologetic.

By the time he pulled back, you were breathless, fingers curled into his shirt.

Rafe leaned in, lips brushing against your ear, voice low and smug.

“Nice try, though.”

Across the room, the girl’s expression was pure embarrassment.

And Rafe? Rafe just grinned—like he had just won the best game he’d ever played.

You sighed. “You’re such an asshole.”

Rafe just laughed, squeezing your hip. “Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

And honestly?

Yeah, he was.

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[readwritealldayallnight]

When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.

The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.

“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.

“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.

Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.

When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.

Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.

“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.

“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”

“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”

At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.

Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.

“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.

“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.

“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”

“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.

“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.

“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”

Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.

“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.

The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).

Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.

“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.

“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”

“…”

“You what?!”

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara get fed up with Batboys pissing them off, and because all of them are competitive, they decide to come up with a perfect solution — the best son of the week chart. Each of them create ten criteria that boys should follow in order to get more points from all judges, except they keep it in the dark what criteria are. So they would always walk on the eggshells.

Does it work? Barely. Does anyone win? Yes. Jason.

The only problem — he had no idea about the contest, and he doesn't give two flying fucks.

Damian: That's pure nonsense! Todd was never fit for this title!

Tim: Wait, wait, I think, it makes sense!

Tim: Think of it! Alfred's criteria are probably about keeping things clean and something along these lines, right?

Dick: Right! And what Jason does when he is in the Manor?

Damian, slowly: Washes dishes after himself. Sews his suits back himself. Cooks. Helps with laundry.

Tim: Exactly.

Dick: It is hard to say what bothers Babs, but Jason loves her. He barely pisses her off. Even if he argues with us, he has a not so secret comms with her, so-

Damian: Thus, the only negative points to Todd would come from Father.

Tim: Which is still bad for the record, but much less than our results, because we definitely fuck up at least one or two points from Alfred and Babs.

Boys: *collective groan*

Alfred, in the Batcave: So, are they right? You gave our boy negative points?

Bruce: ...Just two out of ten.

Barbara: Wow, not you being merciful to Jason. Who died?

Bruce: Some drug dealer, that's why I put one negative point.

Barbara: No, I meant— Nevermind. What was the second one for?..

Bruce: He stole your father's tires.

Barbara: I honestly don't think dad minded much.

Bruce: I know.

Alfred: Master Bruce is just jealous.

Barbara: You can't just put negative points for that! It should be followed by a criteria—

Bruce: Well, I put it in the family bonding criteria.

Alfred: *a patient smile of a person who hasn't seen a ray of hope within past 30 years of his life*

[love13tter]

fav caleb xia fics bc im a lover girl ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

art is by 绝世西瓜 (xhs id 117998996) ˚ . ⊹ ⋆

im a certified baby apple girl Ok i know what i like & whats good so i will kindly share these to the world!! this is for my caleb lovers and pseudocest enjoyers

psa i refer to caleb w nicknames like colonel silly / silly / apple boy etc !! in case ur confused lol ,, ♡ are my absolute favs !! ,,

(,,>﹏<,,) ao3 fics

sugar pit by knightjpg

9.6k words, pseudo-incest, more sex leaning, angry angsty mc at caleb & colonel silly cant bring himself to get angry (i love him)

rotary devotion by kirketeer ♡

35.1k words, very poetry esque, my kind of devotion (aka kinda scary type!!! wanting to live in his skin, being near him/skin touching not being enough etc), sooo angsty from silly’s pov, dont read this if u dont want to be hit with an intense amount of sadness and worry (affectionately)

he ain’t heavy (he’s my—) by kirketeer ♡

8.3k, REALLY poetry esque (so my fav fic by default!), dunno how to explain but the metaphors towards caleb & reader being synonyms + antonyms is making my head spin, dynamic is sooo sweet! kirketeer is a rly good world builder so ure immediately in it all the way (which i love)

the taste of a forbidden fruit (i offer you my heart, bruised and bitten) series by luvl3ss ,, my favs below

> ikaw lang: 1k words, caleb is still caleb, reminds me of this one quote abt how loving someone is having to grieve every version of them :’)

> extra thin!: 0.5k words, apple slicing prefs, really short but its just as sweet as that first bite of a perfect apple slice :P

origin: sine qua non series by tinylethologica ,, favs below

> footprints underneath a pulse storm ♡ 11.111 words (i HAD TO !!! its perfect), based off his deceptive solitude card ^__^ aka the gun cleaning one w the towel barely hanging on around his waist and his v line showing mmmmfffppjhhhh, dynamic is so good they banter SO YUMMILY, caleb and reader being panty sniffers i know thats right!, the sex is a bit milder — it focuses more on dialogue and thats exactly my kind of smut i love it so bad, also um um gun play Nods head. sucking the gun … him fucking reader w the gun uh huh okay that says enough right

> calomel in libation: 4.1k words, caleb knows u better than anyone else (even urself), he eats u out, kinda crazy how he just knows that reader needs to be eaten out after all the stress…. ugh such husband material wheres the ring!!

drive you insane by soarinapple

10.4k words, IM SHAKING omgomgomg SPANKING fic!!!!!! oh hell yeah, he spanks her she counts and thanks him and it goes on sooo long u almost feel it on your bum too </3 oh i wish that was me, aftercare scenes included too ! its so good

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quick psa i read more incestuous things / heavy topics here so be warned! pls ignore or dont interact if u dont like <3

my love, my alibi by prettyboykatsuki

23.3k words, pseudocest (HEAVY. if u dont like it dont interact!!), im gonna be so real rn and just say this has to be my fav fic w the incestuous theme cause this is just ALL about that dynamic between them. growing up together but the lines blur as you grow up and suddenly someone youve always seen as ur brother is hot and u realise he takes care of you more than a brother should, caleb knows u but also. not? idk all i remember is that him cumming in you felt more romantic than it should be

spilled sweetness by piroulinewafers

2k words, pseucocest (heavy), watersports!!!!!!! this is piss focused lol!!! he checks ur bladder thru ur meow meow..... (yummy), kinda crazy kinda not . its kinky for sure esp w the pseudocest theme ...

drabbles by piroulinewafers

> married reader & caleb + jealousy (from reader) 2.4k words

> vv submissive reader & the sweeeeeetest dom caleb ever. he takes care of u when u cant do it urself 1.5k words

drabble (1) by yukinohiko

0.3k words, caleb faking his amnesia (hes so silly), reader/mc being a freak ofcourse and immediately taking advantage of it LOL but the dialogue is the most important part of this fic!!!, analogies of their love bla bla bla, gege & meimei use <3

drabble (2) by yukinohiko ♡

0.5k words, apple boy just loves you so much. it doesnt matter if u hate him or get angry hes so patient sobs, baby (reader) doesnt mean it!!!! she gets so sad when she realises what she did, gege usage, very sweet reader shes so cute in this...

the colonel's saint (part 2 of the colonel's keeper) by saintobio

9.8k words, im not even gonna sugarcoat it part one made me so uncomfy after reading it cause it was GUTWRENCHING in the best way possible!!!!!, the writing was superb but the entire situation made me feel so icky... i cant reread it like i usually do but i could w the second part!!! reader kinda gets her redemption, the last bits were so bittersweet im happy but also not

so fucking domestic by kutepik

1.2k words, hes so cuuuuteeee!!!!! theyre both cute icl, sex whenever and wherever in the house is soo domestic, just very adorbs im gonna eat them Both

[wonsiwon]

rebirth | s.jy

synopsis | after years of fighting and growing apart, your relationship with jake is hanging by a thread. you’ve tried to fix things, but it’s always been one step forward, two steps back. what you’d didn’t expect was that having a baby could be the thing that gives you a real chance at starting over.

pairing | boyfriend! jake x fem! reader

content warning | smut (mdni) + reconciliation + angst + fluff if you squint + unprotected sex + swearing + pregnancy mention

the car was dead silent. you sat there, seething, arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring out the window as the city blurred by. the same damn argument again. you could feel the heat of anger still crawling through your veins.

jake sat next to you, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from losing his shit. his eyes stayed glued to the road, mouth set in a hard line. he hadn’t said a word in at least ten minutes, and at this point, you weren’t sure if he was waiting for you to cool down or just hoping you’d both drop it.

you hated how this always went down. he’d come home late, every time the same excuses, the same apologies that felt like nothing more than words he was saying because he thought he had to. you didn’t know how many times you had to tell him that actions spoke louder than apologies, but he never seemed to hear it.

the worst part was how long it had been since the two of you had spent any real time together. you couldn’t even remember the last time you were happy together, without ending up arguing.

you hated this. hated feeling like the last thing he cared about. but you weren’t sure if he even realized how deep this ran for you. instead, you were here, heading to his mom’s, like everything was fine, like you weren’t both completely pissed at each other. the silence was killing you both.

this morning, you both had woken up calm, but as soon as jake told you to get ready to see his mom, everything shifted. you weren’t angry about visiting her, you were angry because he was so casual about it, like nothing had happened. like last night’s argument didn’t exist. like you hadn’t gone to bed fuming and he hadn’t fallen asleep with his back turned to you.

you weren’t against seeing his mom, but the way he said it so nonchalantly, as if everything was fine, made your blood boil. it wasn’t fine. nothing was fine.

jake slowed the car, pulling into the driveway. you could see his mom’s car parked out front, the same way it always was when she was home and could hear the muffled sound of dogs barking from the neighborhood.

the car stopped, but neither of you moved. you both just sat there.

jake finally exhaled, dropping his head back against the seat. “are you still mad?”

you ignored him, twisting in your seat to check the back. your brows furrowed, eyes scanning the floor before you turned back to him. “where’s the bag?”

jake blinked at you, clearly not following. “what bag?”

you shut your eyes for a second, already feeling your blood pressure spike. “the pink plastic bag for your mom, sim jaeyun. i told you to grab it before we left.”

jake frowned, shaking his head. “no, you didn’t.”

your fingers dug into your arms. “yes, i fucking did. it was on the counter. i literally told you right before we walked out the door.”

jake leaned back in his seat, rubbing his forehead. “well, i don’t remember that. if you told me, i would’ve grabbed it.”

you let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t amused at all. “are you serious? you never listen! like ever!”

jake let out a slow, pissed-off breath. “jesus christ, it’s a fucking plastic bag.”

you turned to him so fast he actually blinked. “it’s not about the bag, dumbass! it’s about the fact that you don’t fucking listen to me. ever. i ask you to do one simple thing, and somehow, it’s too much.”

jake scoffed, shaking his head. “oh my god. here we fucking go.” he unbuckled his seatbelt like he was about to get out, but your patience was officially gone and you threw open the car door before so hard it bounced a little.

“forget it.”

jake let out a heavy sigh, trying to keep himself from saying something worse. you didn’t wait for a response, you slammed the door shut and started walking toward the house. the cold air hit you, but it wasn’t enough to cool the anger simmering under your skin.

behind you, you heard his door open and shut, his footsteps following, but you didn’t slow down.

“are we seriously doing this right now?” jake’s voice was low, frustrated, but not loud enough for anyone inside to hear.

you didn’t answer. you just kept walking.

“jesus christ.” he muttered under his breath, picking up his pace until he was right beside you. “you’re really gonna act like this over a fucking bag? it’s like i forgot your birthday or something. it was a plastic bag.”

that made you stop. you turned on him so fast he actually took a step back.

“stop saying it’s about the fucking bag, jake,” you snapped, your voice sharp but still quiet enough to not cause a scene. “it’s about the fact that you don’t listen. you never listen. and then you act like i’m crazy for being mad about it.”

jake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling, trying to stay patient. “i don’t freaking do it on purpose—”

“but you do it.” you cut in. “over and over.”

for a second, he didn’t say anything. just stood there, looking at you, jaw tight. then, he shook his head and scoffed, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “whatever. i don’t have the energy for this right now.”

you let out a humorless laugh. “yeah? neither do i.”

you turned and walked up the steps, ringing the doorbell before he could say anything else. jake stayed behind you, silent now, probably trying to pull himself together before facing his mom.

the door swung open, and like muscle memory, you forced a smile. it wasn’t real, not even close, but at this point, you were on autopilot. just going through the motions, pretending everything was fine when it really fucking wasn’t.

jake’s mom beamed, her usual warm energy filling the doorway. “well, look who finally showed up!” she said, hands on her hips. “i was starting to think you two forgot about me.”

you forced a smile, stepping inside. “of course not.” you said as you hugged her briefly.

jake leaned down, wrapping an arm around his mom’s shoulders. “hey, mama,” he said, his voice noticeably softer than it had been with you all day.

his mom squeezed him, pulling back with a smile. “it’s so good to see you, jake. you’re looking well.”

he exhaled. “traffic was bad.”

she waved a hand like she didn’t care. “as long as you’re here now. come on in, i made plenty of food.”

jake’s mom, bless her heart, had already prepared for this visit. the whole house smelled like her cooking, and there was a soft hum of background music coming from somewhere in the kitchen.

jake’s mom, bless her heart, had already prepared for this visit. the whole house smelled like her cooking, and there was a soft hum of background music coming from somewhere in the kitchen.

jake’s mom set down a plate in front of you before taking a seat across the table. “so, how have you been handling everything at home?” she asked, giving you a knowing look.

you glanced at jake for a split second before forcing a small smile. “it’s been fine. same old, you know.”

she hummed, cutting into her food. “jake tells me he’s been working late a lot.”

you let out a small, dry laugh. “yeah, you could say that.”

jake glanced at you, but you ignored him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

his mom sighed, shaking her head. “that boy works too much. i keep telling him he needs to slow down before he burns himself out.”

you set your glass down. “i’ve tried telling him the same thing, but he doesn’t listen to me either.”

his mom nodded, giving jake a pointed look. “i just don’t want you to overdo it, honey. you’re working all the time, and you’re not getting any younger.”

jake exhaled through his nose, already over this conversation. “i’m fine, mom.”

but she wasn’t done. “you know, speaking of…” she said, tilting her head slightly, “when are you two going to give me a grandbaby?”

jake choked on his drink, coughing into his sleeve. you froze for half a second before blinking.

his mom just grinned. “i mean, i’d love to spoil a little one before i’m too old to chase after them.”

jake dragged a hand down his face. “mom—”

“what?” she said, all innocent. “it’s a fair question.”

jake barely reacted at first, just sat there with his hands on his lap, slouched in his seat. but then, as his mom kept talking, he glanced at you. it wasn’t much, just a quick look, like he was expecting you to roll your eyes or shake your head, the same way you did whenever his mom brought up something ridiculous.

but you didn’t.

you just sat there, eyes fixed on your plate, quiet. and something about the way you looked, not pissed, not annoyed. in your eyes there was something different in them, something softer. a little flicker, a kind of sparkle he couldn’t quite place.

had you thought about it before?

that was a stupid question. obviously, you had. but had you thought about it with him?

he barely heard what his mom was saying anymore, his focus entirely on you. his fingers twitched slightly against his thigh.

you must’ve felt him staring because you finally turned your head, locking eyes with him. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

your brow lifted slightly and jake blinked looking away fast. he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “mom, can we just eat?”

his mom laughed, shaking her head. “alright, alright. i’ll let it go.”

but jake wasn’t sure if he could.

dinner went on, conversation moving to his mom’s garden, some neighbor’s drama, a show she was hooked on. you played along, nodding and laughing where you had to, and so did jake, but his mind was stuck on something else.

that look in your eyes.

jake didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

by the time dinner wrapped up, you were in the kitchen with jake’s mom, drying dishes while jake stayed at the table, glued to his phone. he hadn’t said much all night, just scrolling through his phone.

his mom handed you another plate and looked over at him. “that boy’s always on that damn phone,” she muttered as she worked. “works too much, too. tells me it’s all just part of the job, but…”

you glanced at jake. he wasn’t even looking up, still absorbed in whatever was on his phone. “yeah, i know,” you said, kind of offhand.

jake’s mom let out a small sigh, shaking her head. “he needs to make more time for other stuff, you know? for you. for… whatever else.”

you just shrugged, drying another plate. “i’ve tried,” you said, quietly.

but jake, even though he looked like he wasn’t paying attention, actually was. he was listening to every word. he kept his face blank, not moving, but his attention was all on you two.

his mom paused, watching you for a second before asking, “how are you, though? really?”

you shrugged, trying to sound fine. “i���m good.”

“i didn’t make you uncomfortable with the baby talk, did i?” she added, quieter now, as she dried her hands.

you quickly shook your head. “nah. no, it’s fine.”

but there it was, the tiny shift in your eyes, just for a second. you weren’t exactly telling her everything, but she saw it. she noticed. she wasn’t going to push, but she was curious.

“have you thought about it?” she asked after a pause.

you hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly around the dish plate. “maybe…” you admitted quietly. “just… not sure if now is the right time.” with things so messed up with jake, of course it wasn’t.

the thought had crossed your mind. how could it not? every time you saw kids playing outside, every time you passed by a baby section in a store, every time a friend shared pictures of their little ones, you wondered. what would it be like? would it change things? would it fix things? but the reality hit you just as fast as the thought came.

let’s be real, jake hadn’t touched you in what felt like forever. it wasn’t just the lack of intimacy; it was everything that came with it. the distance, the exhaustion in his voice when he got home late, the way he barely looked at you some days. there was a time when he couldn’t keep his hands off you, when just passing each other in the kitchen would turn into something more.

now? now, it was like you were just existing in the same space, nothing more.

“i don’t think i would even be a good mother.” you forced a small smile, trying to brush it off.

jake heard it, loud and clear. his fingers stopped mid-scroll, and his shoulders tensed slightly.

his mom set down the dish towel, frowning. “why would you say that?”

you let out a small laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “i don’t know. i just…” you shrugged.

“oh, sweetheart, you’d be a great mother.” her hand approached your shoulder and left a small squeeze.

you swallowed, gripping the dish plate a little tighter. you smiled a little, but it wasn’t real. she didn’t see the whole picture. how lonely it felt sometimes. how every conversation about spending more time with jake turned into an argument and never went anywhere.

they just ran in circles until you both got too tired to keep going.

jake didn’t say it enough. heck, he barely said it at all anymore, but he thought about you all the time. how you held things together. the way you handled everything working, running the house, dealing with him, even when you probably shouldn’t have to.

and hearing you say that you didn’t think you’d be a good mom? it hit him hard. he wasn’t sure if you knew, but to him, you were everything. if anyone could do it, could be a great mom, it was you. you could handle it. you could handle anything.

but had he ever told you that? had he ever shown you? all the stuff you did, all the sacrifices, and how much he appreciated it?

no, he hadn’t. he realized that now. he hadn’t been there like he should’ve been. the late nights, the ignoring, all the times you tried to reach out and he pulled away. how could you believe him if he’d never shown it? how could you believe anything he said if he didn’t back it up with actions?

the drive home was dead quiet, like always. you weren’t even looking at him, just staring out the window, arms crossed, fingers tapping against your sleeve, like you couldn’t wait to be anywhere but here.

jake kept his eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. he wanted to say something, maybe break the silence, but he didn’t even know where to start.

when he pulled into the driveway, you didn’t wait. you unbuckled your seatbelt, got out, and shut the door a little harder than necessary. jake stayed in the car for a second, watching you walk up to the house, before sighing and following.

inside, the only light on was the dim glow from the kitchen. the house felt cold, lifeless, probably because it had been for a while now. you kicked off your shoes, didn’t even glance at him, and headed straight for the bedroom. jake exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before locking the door behind him.

he wasn’t sure what hurt more, the fights or the distance. but either way, it felt like losing.

jake followed you into the room, standing in the doorway as you began to take off your coat, dropping it onto the chair. his gaze followed you for a moment, the silence between you both heavy, almost suffocating. he didn’t want to press, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

“why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was low, almost like he was asking himself as much as he was asking you.

you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him, brows furrowing slightly. “about what?” you asked, genuinely confused.

jake pushed off the doorframe, stepping into the room a little more, his gaze not leaving you. “about the kids?”

you sighed, shaking your head as you pulled off your earrings, setting them down on the dresser. “it was just a dumb thought” you muttered, not even looking at him.

jake watched you for a second, his jaw tightening. “didn’t sound dumb to me.”

you let out a small, humorless laugh, finally turning to face him. “yeah? well, it is.” your arms crossed over your chest. “not like it matters anyway.”

his brows furrowed slightly. “why wouldn’t it matter?”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “jake, come on. look at us.” you gestured vaguely between the two of you. “we can barely have a conversation without it turning into an argument. you barely even look at me.” your voice was calm, but there was something tired underneath it.

jake stared at you, his fingers twitching at his sides. he wanted to say something, argue, deny it, tell you it wasn’t dumb. he wanted to tell you that he saw you all the time. that even when he came home exhausted, even when he was distracted, even when things were tense between you, he still saw you. he noticed the way you hummed under your breath when you cooked, the way you pulled your sleeves over your hands when you were tired, the way you always waited up for him even when you pretended you weren’t.

but what did any of that matter if he never said it? if he never showed it?

then, you sighed, rubbing at your temple. “jake, i don’t wanna do this right now.”

you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed, facing the wall. you could hear the faint sounds of jake moving around in the other room, pacing once or twice before finally settling down somewhere.

minutes passed.

then an hour.

and still, you couldn’t sleep.

“how would you name them?”

you blinked, staring at the ceiling. for a second, you thought you imagined it. jake’s voice was quiet, coming from your side. you hadn’t even heard him lay next to you.

you turned slightly, just enough to glance at him. his head was already turned looking at you, his expression unreadable.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer than before.

he exhaled through his nose, shifting his stance. “if we had kids.” he paused before speaking again. “how would you name them?”

your fingers curled slightly into the blanket. you weren’t sure if he was asking just to ask or if this actually meant something to him.

you swallowed, then looked away. “i don’t know.” jake didn’t push, but he didn’t drop the conversation either. neither did you. “…maybe something classic. nothing too complicated.”

jake nodded slightly, like he was thinking about it. “like what?”

you hesitated, then shrugged. “i always liked names like—” you stopped, suddenly self-conscious.

jake tilted his head slightly. “like what?”

“i don’t know. maybe something that lookalike our names or—” you hesitated again, then shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

jake shook his head once. “hey it’s not stupid.” he was watching you, with something different in his eyes now. something quieter, something softer.

you glanced at him, then quickly looked away. “yeah.”

a beat of silence.

“what about a girl?”

you exhaled, staring up at the ceiling. “why are you asking me this?”

“i don’t know,” he admitted. “i just… want to know.”

the room felt heavier now, but not in the way it usually did after a fight. this wasn’t resentment or frustration hanging in the air, it was something else. something uncertain.

you shifted on the bed, pulling your knees up slightly, resting your arms over them. “it doesn’t matter. it’s not like we—” you stopped yourself, shaking your head. “never mind.”

jake didn’t let it go. “not like we what?”

you sighed, looking down at your hands. “not like we’re in the place to even think about that.”

“why not?”

you could feel the weight of his stare, the way he was waiting, pressing for an answer. you swallowed hard. “jake,” you started, your voice almost flat, like you were forcing yourself to say it. “we don’t even kiss anymore.”

“can i kiss you right now then?”

your stomach dropped. you weren’t expecting that, not so direct, not so steady. his voice was low, but there was no hesitation in it. he wasn’t teasing, wasn’t playing around. he was serious.

you blinked at him, feeling suddenly too aware of how close he was. you could see the way his fingers curled slightly against his knee, the way his breathing was just a little heavier than before.

“i’m just going to bed, jake,” you said quickly, your voice tight. you turned away, trying to put space between you, but before you could lie down, his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“come here,” he muttered, pulling you back toward him.

you let out a quiet, startled breath as you shifted, and suddenly, he was closer, closer than he had been in a long time. his grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, keeping you right in front of him. his face was inches from yours now, his eyes locked onto yours, watching your every move.

your breath hitched. his hand was still around your wrist, his fingers warm against your skin. you could feel how steady he was, how he wasn’t rushing, just holding you there, watching you.

“jake…” you started, but your voice was barely above a whisper. you didn’t even know what you were trying to say.

he didn’t say anything. he just let go of your wrist, his hand trailing down slowly, his fingers barely grazing against your palm before resting on your thigh. his touch was warm, grounding, but not hesitant. he was waiting.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. his face was so close now, his breath mixing with yours, warm and slow. you could see everything, the way his lips parted slightly, the way his eyes flickered down to your mouth for just a second before coming back up.

a shaky exhale slipped past your lips. you weren’t even sure if you meant to do it, but it filled the silence, made it feel more real.

then, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it, he asked again, “can i kiss you?”

you inhaled sharply, but before you could answer, he moved. his hand slid up your thigh, slow enough that it sent a shiver through you, stopping at your waist as he pulled you even closer. you barely had time to react before his lips brushed against yours, just barely, not even a full kiss yet, just a ghost of a touch.

you made a soft sound, something caught between a sigh and a whimper, and that was all it took. jake’s fingers tightened at your waist, and then he kissed you for real, pressing his mouth against yours, warm and firm and just a little desperate.

you gasped softly against him, your fingers twitching before reaching for him, gripping onto his shirt. his lips moved against yours, slow at first, savoring, but there was tension beneath it, something deeper, something that had been left untouched for too long.

he exhaled sharply through his nose, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

you could hear the way your breaths mixed together, how your heart was pounding so loudly it almost drowned out the quiet creak of the mattress as he shifted pinning you down.

when he pulled back just slightly, just enough to look at you, his lips were parted, his breathing uneven. his forehead nearly touched yours, and he swallowed,

he looked at you like he was memorizing you, like he was seeing something he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch.

“you’d be a good mom..” he said suddenly.

your breath hitched and you stared at him. you weren’t expecting that.

his thumb brushed over your cheek slowly. “i thought about it,” he admitted, sliding up to your jaw, tilting your face slightly. his touch was so gentle it almost hurt. “i think about it more than i should.”

your chest ached. he was looking at you like he was seeing it, like he could picture it so clearly, it hurt.

“i don’t know if i would’ve been a good dad,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “but you? baby, you would’ve been everything.”

your breath caught. it was the first time he’d called you that in a long time. “jake…”

“you take care of people even when they don’t deserve it. even when i don’t deserve it.” he let out a small, breathless chuckle. “i fucked up so bad, didn’t i?” his lips pressed together before he looked at you again.

jake swallowed. his thumb traced a slow, barely-there circle against your skin. you closed your eyes, inhaling shakily.

“can i hold you?” his voice was quiet, careful. “just… for a second?”

you hesitated. but then you nodded.

and jake didn’t waste a second.

he pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold tight enough. his hand cradled the back of your head, his breath warm against your skin as he exhaled shakily. “i’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against your hair. “i’m so fucking sorry.”

and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself sink into him.

jake pulled back slightly, his gaze intense, searching yours. “you think having a baby right now’s gonna make this all go away?” his thumb brushed along your jawline gently. “maybe it won’t fix everything, but it’d damn well give us something real to work toward, something we could both look at and know we’re doing this for something better.”

“we can’t avoid the fact that we need something, baby. we can’t just keep pretending everything’s fine. this…” he let out a breath, his hand dropping to your waist, pulling you closer. “this thing between us, what we’ve been doing. it’s broken, and i know it. but you, baby… i know we can fix this. i want to fix this. and i want you with me while we do it.”

his words hung in the air, the quiet pressure in his tone making it clear that he wasn’t asking. he wasn’t waiting for you to decide for him, either. it was like he already had his mind made up, like this was the path he was going to push for, whether you were ready or not.

“i need you to be on the same page as me, sweetheart,” jake said, his voice dropping lower. “i need you to trust me, like i trust you. no more running, no more acting like we don’t both feel this.” his hands moved down, pulling you even closer, his chest against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

jake’s body shifted against yours, and you felt something hard press against your thigh. the suddenness of it made your heart race, and the space between you seemed to close even more. his breathing was heavier now, his eyes locked onto yours, waiting for any reaction.

jake’s body was shaking, his breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. he was right on the edge, every part of him trembling as he held you close.

“fuck..” he groaned, his voice wavering. his breath was hot against your ear, desperate and whiny. “i need this… need you to—shit, baby, don’t stop… please.”

the bed creaked with every movement, the sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room. jake’s breath was ragged, quick gasps escaping his lips as his body pressed against yours, sweaty and trembling.

his hands slid over your skin, the sweat making everything feel slick. “god, you feel so good..” he whimpered, his voice cracking with the effort to stay in control. “i’m close… so fucking close.”

he kissed you deeply, his lips trembling against yours, and he groaned at the sight of you, perfect, needy, ready to break.

“you’re gonna have my baby..” he whispered, as he buried his face in your neck “i’ll give you everything. just let go, baby. come for me, and i’ll fill you up… i need you to… please.”

the bed creaked once more, the sound louder as he thrust deeper. jake’s voice was trembling as he fought to hold himself back. the sound of his voice, so weak, so strained, made you shiver.

“hey, hey… look at me.” he murmured, gripping your chin to make you look at him. “mine. you know that, right?”

you nodded weakly, barely able to form words as he kept squeezing his dick deep inside of you. you hair was a mess and you could barely snort the strands that were getting in your face

“what do you want?” jake asked, hi grip on you tightened as he thrust deeper, his breath ragged against your ear.

you tried to answer, but the way he pushed deeper stole your words, leaving only a shaky gasp.

“a girl?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “i bet she’d look just—” another thrust, harder this time ”—like you.”

you could only moaned in response, fingers tangling in his hair as he moved against you, completely lost in the moment.

“you want to get married?” he looked down at you. you nodded quickly, the sensation overwhelming as he hit just the right spot. “yeah?” he urged, wanting to hear you say it.

“fuck yes” you breathed, your response coming out desperate and filled with need, lips parting as another moan slipped free.

his teeth scraped against you jaw before he kissed you hard, swallowing every sound you made. his breath hitched as he pulled you closer, his hands shaking slightly with urgency.

“come on, baby… let me feel you.” jake murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of need and desperation. “i need you..” he rasped, his voice almost breaking. “need you to come for me. please, baby… i need to feel you.”

your breath came in shallow gasps, and your body shuddering with the pleasure he was giving you. “jake…” you moaned, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him.

“fuck—baby—” His voice cracked, his grip on your hips tightening like he was afraid to let go. “I c-can’t—shit, I’m gonna—”

he was so deep, his body stiffening against yours as he let out the neediest whine, his forehead pressing against yours. his skin was burning, damp with sweat, muscles twitching from how hard he was holding back.

the bed rocked with every movement, the headboard knocking against the wall as jake’s body tensed, his breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. his hands were shaking, his fingers digging into your skin.

“you f-feel so—shit—so tight, baby, i’m—” he choked on his words, his whole body trembling as he buried himself as deep as he could, letting out a broken whimper.

the second he spilled inside you, he groaned, his body collapsing against yours, completely spent. his breath was hot against your neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around you like he never wanted to let go.

jake was still panting, his chest rising and falling against yours, his body completely hot, damp with sweat.

“shit…” he let out a shaky breath, still buried inside you, his body jerking slightly every time he shifted. he was sensitive, too sensitive, but he wouldn’t pull away. “you feel so good…” he murmured, voice weak, breathless. “so fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

the bed still creaked beneath you, both of your bodies slick with sweat, sticking to the sheets. jake groaned when you shifted even a little, his hands gripping your hips tighter. “d-don’t move..” he whined, voice barely holding together. “i’m too..fuck—too sensitive.”

his head fell against your shoulder, his lips brushing against your skin as he sucked in a deep breath. “you okay?” he mumbled, fingers tracing circles on your hip, still twitching from how hard he came.

when you nodded, his grip loosened just a little, but he still wouldn’t pull away. “i don’t wanna move..” he admitted, voice muffled against your skin. “wanna stay like this… keep you full.”

you traced your fingers along his back, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch. “you really meant it?” you whispered. “about the baby?”

jake lifted his head just enough to look at you, his eyes half-lidded, still dazed. “of course, i meant it.” he murmured. “i want it so bad, baby. wanna see you all round with my kid.” his voice cracked slightly, his hands sliding up your sides, as if he was trying to memorize the way you felt right now. “you’ll be so fucking pretty… carrying my baby.”

your breath hitched, your legs instinctively tightening around him. “jake…”

his lips ghosted over yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “say you want it too..” he pleaded. “tell me you’ll give me a baby.”

you swallowed, heart racing. “i want it..” you admitted softly. “i want everything with you.”

jake let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling where they held you. “fuck..” he whined, pressing his forehead against yours. “i love you so much. i swear, baby, i’ll take care of you.”

you smiled slightly, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “you better.”

he chuckled breathlessly, his lips pressing against yours in a slow, desperate kiss. “i will…” he promised. “forever.”

[whosmariaaa]

— part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 !

college! sukuna had a problem.

a big problem.

ever since you put him in his place in front of everyone, sukuna has not been able to get you out of his mind. the sharp glare, the roll of your eyes he caught mid-argument. the way you weren’t afraid to face him. damn.

now, he was seated in the locker room after basketball practice. sukuna was silent, staring at nothing in particular.

“are you still hung up about that girl handing you your ass three days ago?” gojo teased, leaning into his line of vision annoyingly.

“he’s been thinking about it all day,” toji joined in.

“more like her all day,” gojo grinned. sukuna shot the two of his friends a warning glare. “shut the fuck up,” he scoffed, “i just don’t like getting disrespected is all.”

“you love getting disrespected, especially by a girl you wanna fuck,” toji shrugged. in response, sukuna picked up a basketball laying by his foot, and threw it at toji.

sukuna was undeniably pissed by his friend’s endless teasing, but they weren’t wrong. he couldn’t get you off his mind. and maybe that was irritating him even more. never had a girl ever lingered in his mind more than a few minutes, and you had been there for days. all because of a stupid argument. so, he might as well do something about it.

next day, you were unfortunately in the same class as sukuna. but, you kept to yourself, stayed unbothered and ignored his presence completely. but that was proving to be difficult when he kept tapping his foot against your chair, childishly throwing his pen at you, and making flirty remarks. overall, your eye has twitched more than once these past 15 minutes.

“you gonna ignore me now, y/n?” sukuna asked teasingly. “that’s rude as hell, y’know,” he added mindlessly. at this point, you were this close to grabbing your chair and sending it flying to his face. but you kept it in and turned around in your seat.

“so now you suddenly care about being rude?” you argued in annoyance.

“damn, you always this mean to guys?” he scrutinized. “what’d i even do to you, sweetheart?” sukuna added. you could almost feel a blood vessel pop.

“other than being an insufferable asshole?” you refuted with a frown.

a bit of a moment of silence, then, sukuna suddenly smirked.

“i think i like you,” he noted, albeit mockingly.

you furrowed your eyebrows, but let his comment slide. “well, i don’t like you,” you countered before turning around.

as you went back to focusing on what the professor was saying, sukuna stared at the back of your head in amusement. you had no idea what you just started.

──★˙🍓̟!! i hope you guys like it!! i was not expecting at ALL to get so many likes on my last post and so many sweet comments (i was actually giggling n kicking my feet i’m so flattered), tysm!🫶